Chapitre 19: Wave of Euphoria (R-18)
Malacai's little brother began to harden after his experience with Nerissa.
He became addicted to the waves of pleasure from sexual activity. It felt like a drug to his mind, numbing all the scars and hate in his heart.
He stopped the recording, and his eyes turned purple.
Seeing the purple eyes, Emma froze, her expression swiftly changing from fear. "What do you want to do??? Don't kill me… please."
Malacai's lips curled upward, seeing her vulnerable face, which turned him on more than her fake expression when she masturbated.
He walked closer to her, step by step. Emma's heart gripped with fear. She moved backward until her back hit the wall.
His purple eyes gleamed. "Give me the best blowjob you can do."
Her fingers then moved to the hem of Malacai's pants and underwear, pulling them down.
Malacai's little brother flipped out.
Emma wanted to question what he had done to her body, but her small lips were already parting open.
Her soft palm held his hot rod, starting to stroke it up and down. Her tongue came out and started licking his urethra.
Emma's body moved by itself, performing actions she didn't even know she would do.
Her teary eyes looked upward, questioning him about what he had done to her.
But this only made Malacai even hornier.
Her tongue moved like a snake, tracing down to his testicle and then back up. She then put the whole hot rod deep into her mouth.
It hit her back throat.
Emma felt like she wanted to gag, but the reflex never came. Instead, her head moved passionately as her tongue kept wrapping around Malacai.
Her palm moved to his testicles, teasing his balls softly.
Malacai placed his hand on her head, grasping her hair and pushing his dick faster and deeper into her throat.
As time passed, with seconds turning into minutes, her fear began to lessen as Emma got used to her situation.
Her mind raced, thinking about what he would do to her next.
Emma could feel her mouth and throat filled with Malacai's dick as she questioned in her mind who Malacai really was and how he could possess such power.
She wondered what he planned for her.
Tears stained her cheeks as her head kept moving back and forth.
A strange feeling of expectation began to appear in her.
This made her question herself, 'Am I a masochist? Why do I even feel turned on, or is this because of his weird ability controlling my body?'
Her body started to feel hot, and she began to enjoy what she was doing.
Ten minutes passed, and Malacai's dick throbbed.
Feeling its movement, Emma moved forward, taking it deeper into her throat.
Her lips closed tightly, and she could feel a thick liquid being shot deep inside her throat.
A wave of euphoria washed through Malacai. "Ah, this is it, the feeling I want," he thought.
Emma took out his dick, her lips parting open to show the leftover cum. Malacai nodded, and then she closed her mouth and gulped it down.
Emma could feel that she could move her body again.
She coughed, "What did you do to me? Why was my body moving by itself?"
Malacai's eyes turned back to black. He made her stand, then raised her chin upward. "You just need to do what I tell you."
He then opened the chain on her neck. "You chose this fate yourself. Betray me, and you will wish you were dead today."
His hand moved, squeezing her fat cheek, enjoying the sensation of the soft flesh.
"Ah…" Emma moaned as Malacai's other hand started squeezing her breast.
He kneaded it into many forms, his hand then moving to her nipple, pulling it out. "Argh… it hurts."
Her eyes teary, she looked at Malacai, both her hands on his shoulders.
Malacai smirked, his other finger moving to her most private part as he plunged it inside.
Her inner flesh started squishing around his finger; she was quite tight, making Malacai exert some strength to push it deeper.
Emma tightened her grip, feeling his finger against her hymen wall. "Don't use your finger, please. Ah…"
She could feel Malacai exploring her inside, touching her sensitive spots.
'So every woman feels different here.' He tought
Malacai's finger dangerously moved close to her hymen, making her heart beat louder. "Ah… Ah…"
A strange feeling of relief and regret washed over Emma as she felt Malacai's finger being taken out from her.
Malacai sniffed the love juice, then put it to his mouth. "It tasted a little sweet."
Seeing what Malacai did made Emma's cheeks blush.
"Let's go," Malacai ordered.
Emma nodded. She wanted to walk, but stopped at her step, feeling a warm palm on her bare butt, kneading.
"Why stop, keep walking," Malacai's voice reached her ears.
She nodded and kept on moving.
They reached back to Darius's bedroom. Malacai could see Nerissa sitting on the bed, as the butler still stood still.
He then sat on the bed, pulling Emma to sit on his lap. "Have you found clothes for Mara?"
"Yes, but she is still taking a bath," Nerissa answered.
"Strip and sit on my lap," Malacai ordered Nerissa.
Hearing his command, Nerissa looked at the door to make sure it was closed, then stood up and began stripping.
Watching this, Emma noted in her mind that Nerissa was in the same situation as her.
Malacai watched Nerissa stripping, enjoying the view for a moment, before turning his gaze to the butler.
His eyes turned purple. "You can talk." Then they returned to black.
The butler's rosy lips curled upward. "What do you want to ask me, Master Malachai?"
She could talk but was still unable to move her body. If she could, she would have bowed.
Before Malacai could answer, Nerissa, in her birthday suit, sat on his other lap.
Her face was as red as a tomato, still not used to being naked in front of others, even though they were the same gender.
Her eyes widened as she moaned, "Ah… Malacai…"
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