Chapter 487 A Slave's Initiation Ritual

Chapter 487 A Slave's Initiation Ritual

Rebecca's body dripped with sweat, her heavy chest heaving as she panted heavily, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The dark green light that had consumed her faded away, revealing her flushed and glistening form. Asher made sure to enslave her body and mind using his scorching chains, yet he didn't extend his chains toward her memories. If he tried to force it, she would know and try to reject it.

The slave crest on her back glowed a brief, malevolent green before vanishing into her skin, leaving only the stinging humiliation of its presence.

The weight of her newfound servitude pressed down on her like a leaden cloak, suffocating her very being.

Asher walked up to her, a twisted smirk on his face. He grabbed her chin roughly and tilted her head upwards, "Now, you're mine...slave."

Rage and humiliation boiled in Rebecca's eyes as she glared at him, her body still tingling from the searing pain of the slave seal's activation, "I will kill you...no matter how long I would have to wait," she hissed.

Asher's smirk only deepened, "You will never be able to hurt a hair on my body for the rest of your life." His hand trailed down her jawline, sending shivers down her spine, and downwards, over her exposed collarbone, and towards her deep cleavage, "Do you know what most female slaves do to please their masters for the first time? It's like their initiation ritual."

Rebecca's face flushed a crimson red, knowing what he was hinting at, "I hope you rot in Tartarus, you bastard."

"Looks like a slave like you need some proper training on how to talk to her master," Before she could react, Asher's hand shot forward and roughly tore the front of her black gown, fabric shredding as it gave way to reveal her trembling, naked, supple body. "Yrgh!" Rebecca grunted in a mixture of rage and shame as her voluptuous breasts bounced free, the cool air brushing against her heated skin.

Asher's hands, hot and hungry, raked over her curves, pausing at the heaving mounds of her exposed breasts, "Wow. You have the biggest breasts I have ever seen. It looks like you had at least a couple of children at a time for them to grow this big," he muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and crude humor.

Rebecca winced as his warm fingers dipped into her breasts, gnashing her teeth together upon having her bare breasts violated by this alien bastard.

Asher's heated gaze wandered over her voluptuous, sweat-sheened body, his eyes drinking in the alluring curves that defied her age. Her hourglass figure, lush hips, and perky huge breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took only made the fruits of her motherhood stand out. Despite having voluptuous curves, her body was toned just enough.

Her skin, though blemished with the passage of time, had a sensual sheen in the dim light, like a fine wine that only grew more intoxicating with age.

He found himself transfixed by the way her body reacted to his touch - the goosebumps that bloomed on her skin, the involuntary shudders that wracked her frame, and the way her pink nipples hardened under his rough touch as he tugged at them.

Why was she so easily sensitive to his touch?

He knew she had a bombshell body, the most alluring one among all the senior women he knew. Yet looking at her naked figure made him realize he underestimated the allure of her body. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

If not for her crazy attitude and her strength, he was sure men would have been swarming over to claim her as their own. Or, of course, she must be used to having a good time by dominating men under her pussy before killing them off.

However, Asher was surprised to see that she didn't even have a single strand of hair to adorn her secret cave. Based on the custom here, shouldn't all married women stop shaving down there?

Or was she that much of a rebel that she didn't care for customs?

"Hmm, what do we have here?" he mumbled, his voice thick with lust as he knelt down to be eye-level with her exposed cave, "So wet, so ready for me, aren't you, my slave? Were you lusting for me this much, even after what happened to your son? Aren't you quite the slutty mother?"

Rebecca clenched her eyes shut, her face a mask of humiliation, "I'll kill you for this, you scum," she hissed, but her voice was weaker than before as the heat radiating over her body was paralyzing some of her nerves.

Asher chuckled, his breath hot against her quivering folds, "The more you want to kill me, the more I want a taste of you," he whispered, before running a single finger along her slick slit, eliciting a strangled moan from her lips.

"Hnng!~S-Stop it~," she whimpered, her body trembling with both arousal and shame, "I...I'll never submit to you."

Asher's response was a low, throaty chuckle as he dipped his head, his warm breath ghosting over her aching center, "We'll see about that."

Without another warning, his tongue plunged into her depths, his skilled oral ministrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

"Ahhhnnnng!~~"

Rebecca's body arched in the air, her hand clenching the chain above her head as Asher's skilled tongue danced against her most sensitive parts. His tongue seemed to know every right spot to touch, every flick, every suck, sending her closer to the edge of sanity.

Each moan that escaped her lips felt like a betrayal, but she couldn't help it as this intense heat grew within and consumed her.

"You're surprisingly delicious despite being a bitch," he whispered, his words vibrating against her swollen folds, only heightening her senses, "I can't wait to taste every inch of you," Asher literally felt more thirsty after tasting her sweet, cold nectar that was warming up nicely.

"N-No, stop!~Hnnnng!~" she moaned, her body trembling with the effort to resist the overwhelming sensation. She couldn't believe she was making such dirty sounds and feeling the loss of control of her body under the hands of the man she hated the most. What would Oberon think if he learned that she couldn't even control her own body against this bastard?

Asher chuckled, his fingers now teasing her swollen clitoris as he continued his assault on her senses, "You tell me to stop, but you are grinding your pussy against my mouth as if begging for more, and you expect me to believe your words over your body?"

"T-That's not true! Hnnnnnng!~" Rebecca's world shattered around her, as her body arched in the air, her hands clenching the chains above her head as Asher's skilled tongue and fingers worked their magic. His tongue and fingers moved in tandem, sending her hurtling towards a precipice she never knew existed. Her moans, both of pleasure and humiliation, echoed off the damp walls of the hall. She felt like she was going to pee but she knew what was really about to happen.

"I... I can't... I'm... going to... AAAH!"

Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, crashing through her supple body, tearing her apart, and sewing her back together anew. Her inner walls clenched, craving something to fill the void he'd created within her. Her cries of ecstasy filled the hall before a flood of shame and anger settled down on her shivering body.