She could no longer think, consumed by pleasure, though it was still difficult for her to get the words out.
“Y-Yes. I’m d-devoted to you.”
Tears dripped onto the floor as Rul’s tail slid between her legs, finding her sensitive bud and sending a quake through her. With just a few strokes, she was coming, sobbing whimpers leaving her mouth as she curled her hands into fists, the pleasure almost painful after being denied for so long.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”
Her cunt clamped onto him, milking his cock and filling her with seed, a warm, wet sensation that she was quickly getting accustomed to.
Isabelle let out a deep sigh, her body melting, though it was still held up by the footboard and hook. She was in a daze, nodding off as she was freed from her restraints and carried to the bathroom, waking up only when Rul placed her into the large bathtub and slipped in behind her.
“You did so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl for us. Shhhh, it will be alright.”
His whisper tingled her skin, and she realized she was still crying, unable to stop the tears from falling. She tried to focus on the exquisite blankness that enveloped her and not the questions bubbling justbelow the surface, the rejection and hurt that she had no business feeling.
Rul’s embrace was comforting as he bathed her, washing her hair and body with a soft touch. It was so contradictory to the rough way he used her, but it filled her with bliss, a feeling she had never gotten from serving the moon mother.
And then there was something at her mouth, a pink macaron which had appeared from nowhere–summoned by le Voile?–and a crystal goblet of cool water, quenching her parched throat.
No matter how much she gave to the Goddess, she always felt emptiness in return, not the soothing balm of warmth that filled her body inside and out from Rul’s tender care.
A tremor quaked through her, the guilt and shame from so easily accepting her captors threatening to overwhelm her.
“I’ll be here with you,” Rul cooed. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
Isabelle swallowed the emotions choking her, closing her eyes and melting into his embrace.
CHAPTER 13
A STRONG ARM WRAPPED around her shoulder, delicate fingers tracing her jawline, easing her into wakefulness. Isabelle fluttered her eyes open to a broad, blue chest, and tilted her head up to see Rul smiling down at her.
“You’re still here,” she murmured, half asleep after the exertion from the day before.
“Of course, I am. It feels so nice to hold you,” he said, punctuating his statement with a squeeze. “Hold you so tight I’ll never let you go.”
The words should have frightened her, but instead, filled her with twisted hope. No one in her life had fought to keep her, had needed her so badly that her presence drowned them in desire. There was an appeal to feeling so irresistible she made someone want to take her right then and there.
And more so, she enjoyed waking up with him, the sensation of his arms around her. Like she wassafe from all the cruelties of the world. Like nothing bad could happen here.
“Did you enjoy yesterday?” he asked, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t tease my sweet girl too much, did I?”
Teasing was an understatement. It had been near torture the way they’d used her mouth, then each other, Bellinor leaving without giving her any relief.
“Yes, I liked it,” she answered, the smile lighting up his face making her heart swell. “And it wasn’t too much.”
“I know you can take it, because you’re the perfect plaything. You’re as insatiable as I am.”
Rul nuzzled the top of her head, and she ran her hand across the muscles of his chest, enjoying the way they tensed under her ministrations. A knot welled in her throat, his praise doing little to quiet the thoughts in the back of her mind.
“I’m perfect until you decide to get rid of me.”
He pulled back so he could look at her face, raising a brow in question.
“Get rid of you?”
“Well?” she said, gesturing to the room like the answer was apparent. “There are no other humans here, are there? You will tire of me eventually, just like the others.”
Here she was, acting like shewantedto stay in this cursed place.
