Capítulo 25: Please Don’t Say You Love Me
[KIYOMI]
Sleep had understandably evaded Doctor Kiyomi for the better part of the week. So, when she was thrust into darkness, she didn't have the chance to complain or comprehend her reality.
She felt like she was dreaming, though it was the kind of dream that made her question everything she believed in. Perhaps it was just another nightmare, but Kiyomi was certain her nightmares never gave her pleasure in her core.
Her nightmares never made her squirm in her toes, while her body arched for more of something, and it sure as hell never had the lewd scent of the psycho Lycan queen.
And with that, the woman woke up with a gasp, only to feel a fold on her face, almost like she couldn't be allowed to see whatever the hell was going on. She could smell Sakura's citrus scent, something she wasn't sure she had smelled earlier.
It was like the woman kept changing scents as she saw fit and frankly, that wasn't the worry that Kiyomi had, especially after learning that only Sakura would ever be able to touch her after the little possessive show she had put on earlier.
"What is wrong with you, you crazy bitch!!" Kiyomi shouted, and her words would have made sense, if she didn't have a gag ball stuffed inside her mouth, making it hard for her to speak properly.
It was something she hadn't quite paid attention to, but now that she was fully conscious, she could feel the strains on her hands and legs. She could feel the clamps on her nipples, probably about to fall off any instant.
Kiyomi could feel the soft hush of the wind against her skin, making her wonder what the hell Sakura Watanabe was doing to her. She wanted to say it wasn't the mad woman who had taken her, but strange as it was, she knew Sakura's touch.
"Nghh," Kiyomi whined in desperation as she felt a spank on… her cunt?
'No, that can't be right,' Kiyomi thought to herself. The woman she had been mated to was a psycho who found pleasure in harming others and doing whatever she wanted, but this was surely not the time for her to stake her claim on Kiyomi, right?
Oh, but Kiyomi was freaking out already. She had heard of the stories of the queen and her harem and frankly, Kiyomi Kimura hadn't thought she would ever be part of that. Granted, it was the main condition in her contract, but she hadn't even read it ever.
"No!!" Kiyomi cried but instead of the madness stopping, she felt like her body was not hers anymore. The more she fought against the restraints, the tighter they got and the harder it became for her to breathe.
This right here was certainly not what she had signed up for.
"Let me go!!" Kiyomi insisted, and it hurt to fight against the restraints and the gag ball on her mouth. All of this was insanity to her and she refused to be whatever Sakura Watanabe wanted her to be.
But if only she had a choice.
'No!!!' Kiyomi cried out silently when she felt kisses being peppered up her thigh, right before they stopped and suddenly her cunt was getting kisses. Kiyomi hated it… well, she was supposed to, until she felt a long stripe up her cunt.
'Shit,' the rogue Lycan cursed in her head as she felt her body responding to whatever the fuck Sakura was doing to her. She wanted to keep on fighting, but then the lips mouth that was slowly earring her cunt, stimulating her and pushing her to the edge said otherwise.
Or maybe she would fight back once this was done, right?
"You're supposed to be fighting me, petal," Kiyomi heard somewhere in the room, as she felt kisses on her cunt before the psycho began lapping at her juices again, forcing the doctor to arch herself from the overstimulation she was feeling.
Her nipples had grown hard and she could feel the clamps pulling and pulling. The pain was not as bad as it initially was and Kiyomi cursed herself for having the time to feel pleasure when her best friend was in the hospital.
"You should hate me, my beautiful," Sakura said as her hand drew circles on Kiyomi's chest, right beside the clamps, while her mouth still kissed, sucked, and nibbled on the good doctor's pulsing cunt.
From the way her body was aching, Kiyomi could tell that this had been going on for a long time. She could smell the intense lavender and citrus in the room and she knew this woman had to have done something else to her.
Perhaps marked her? Well, that wasn't something that she could put past Sakura Watanabe. It was a possible relay. But Kiyomi refused to lean into that reality. Maybe if she kept fighting Sakura would get bored, yeah?
'You're wrong again, petal. I would never get bored of you, ever. You taste better than any wine or beer I've ever had. Your plump pussy, though swollen now, responds to my touch in ways that no one has ever done, and I can't just get bored of that, my beautiful.
"I'll show you something," Sakura said in Kiyomi's mind and the woman went stiff.
She had never created a mind link between her and the crazy woman. The mind links were only ever supposed to form when they were marked and Kiyomi hadn't ever marked Sakura… right? It was impossible… or was it?
'You're crazy—'
"For you? Always, my beautiful petal," Sakura voiced loudly, interrupting the doctor's thoughts, and before Kiyomi could say anything else in response, Sakura thrust three fingers inside Kiyomi's pulsing cunt, forcing a shriek from the woman.
"I'll let you watch this apart," Sakura said, using her free hand to remove the fold on Kiyomi's face, and the gag ball. She knew Kiyomi would hate her even more for this, but then wasn't that what she would always have?
"You're a psycho you crazy b… ahh shit… fuck," Kiyomi trailed off as her cussing session turned into intensified whines of pleasure as Sakura fucked her fingers into the already sopping cunt.
As she tried to regain her balance, Kiyomi looked around her, almost like she wanted to know where she was. She couldn't see any high windows, which meant that she was not at the penthouse anymore.
The bed she was lying in reeked of sweat, saliva, and slick, not to mention the citrus that had strongly started to smell heavenly.
Oh, she had to make a stance this time; but was she even in the right mind when she was arching her body and letting Sakura do whatever she wanted with her? Perhaps she would find a way to stop the women, right?
"You don't look angry anymore," Sakura pointed out as she lapped at Kiyomi's cunt. You would think that Kiyomi had the ultimate fountain that Sakura was addicted to. Perhaps it was one, but one thing Sakura was sure of, was that she wouldn't ever let go.
"Fuck you."
"I see you still have strength even after orgasming seven times, petal. Let's get another one out of you, yeah?" Sakura said as she pulled her fingers out of Kiyomi's cunt and tightened restraints on Kiyomi.
"I hate you."
"I always hope you do."
This was going to be a long hour for Kiyomi Kimura.
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