Blood of the Night Demon

"Blood of the Night Demon"

Prologue: The Bright Moon Shines Through the Sky

Author: jake95

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Words: 986

Prologue: The

Bright Moon Shines Through the Sky The bright moonlight streamed into a boudoir through the window of an ancient castle steeped in history.

A beautiful young woman bathed in the moonlight, wallowing in self-pity.

This young woman was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a fair face, sparkling eyes, bright teeth, and golden hair

cascading down her back like a waterfall, exuding an aura of unparalleled beauty.

"Who can grant my wish?"

the young woman sighed softly.

A white, elegant aristocratic dress accentuated her beautiful figure.

The luxurious boudoir, the exquisite dressing table, and the soft, fragrant bed all indicated the young woman's noble status.

No one would imagine that such a young woman would have any troubles.

As she sighed, the young woman reached into her right bra with her left hand, fiddling with her hardened nipple.

Her right hand slipped between her bare legs, teasing her already exposed clitoris.

A moment later, the girl's vagina convulsed, and clear fluid flowed down her thighs.

She had orgasmed.

However, it was merely her body that had climaxed; she herself seemed oblivious, her pale face

remaining as cold as ice.

It was as if the orgasmic body wasn't her own.

"Still not enough, Lindsay?"

asked a woman dressed as a maid standing by the bed.

She was around twenty years old, with brown curly hair casually draped down her back, and bright, large eyes that blinked

, displaying a competence beyond her years.

The maid's outfit seemed unable to contain her ample breasts.

Between the extremely short maid's pleated skirt and white stockings, a patch of white, absolute territory was revealed.

A soft whip hung from her waist, presumably used to discipline disobedient servants.

"Hmm."

Lindsay responded expressionlessly, then took a capsule from the maid's hand,

bent down carefully to collect the aphrodisiac into the capsule, sealed it, and turned to the maid, saying, "

Pamela, I've really had enough."

"Lindsay, we'll find a way," Pamela said, though she knew

there was no "way," she still comforted Lindsay, "I'd rather take your place and bear this endless

torment."

Pamela's brows furrowed, her loyalty unwavering.

"Thank you, my head maid."

Lindsay managed a weak smile, then carefully handed the capsule to

Pamela .

Pamela, through her maid's gloves, cautiously took the capsule, retreated to the bedside, and prepared to help Lindsay

into bed.

Lindsay continued gazing at the bright moon, sighing softly, "Who can grant my wish? I

'd rather be his slave than suffer like this."

"Really?"

A man in black, seemingly out of nowhere, sat on the balcony railing and answered.

"An assassin!"

In a flash, Pamela drew her soft whip and struck.

The whip coiled around the man's wrist like a snake.

With a sudden pull, Pamela dragged the man through the window into Lindsay's bedroom.

Hearing the commotion, the captain of the guards outside the door rushed in, asking, "

Pamela , what's wrong?"

"An assassin, Rebecca," Pamela replied, "It must be those bastards from the capital."

As she spoke, the man in black somehow managed to free his hand from the whip, saying

mockingly , "Not bad whipping, head maid. Looks like the servants have had their share of whippings."

"Pamela, go protect the county. I'll deal with him,"

Rebecca said, slowly drawing her sword from its scabbard.

Since metal armor was too bulky in the county mansion, Rebecca wore only leather armor.

The leather armor consisted only of a breastplate and a short skirt, plus gloves and leggings, exposing Rebecca's delicate arms,

thighs , and slender waist, making her look like she was cosplaying to seduce men.

Even so, from a defensive standpoint, it was still much better than a silk maid's outfit.

Coupled with her youthful face, petite figure, and pink hair tied in pigtails, no one would guess

that this loli-like little girl was actually the captain of the guard, Rebecca.

Rebecca carefully examined the man in black. His clear face held a pair of deep eyes that seemed

to see through everything.

His tall, thin body appeared frail and delicate.

Finally, Rebecca smiled arrogantly, "A human who doesn't even know how to wear a mask dares to assassinate Night Demon ? He's

practically courting death."

Before she finished speaking, she attacked the "human assassin" with a flurry of sword strikes.

Just as Rebecca was frantically attacking the man, a figure darted in through the main door of the boudoir. Her appearance startled

not only Lindsay County, Head Maid Pamela, and Head Guard Rebecca, but even the man was

momentarily stunned.

It was Rebecca's dereliction of duty that allowed the assassin to easily enter the room.

"Die, Lindsay."

The mask and bodysuit indicated that this was a professional assassin.

A professional assassin, wielding a gleaming dagger, fearlessly lunged at Lindsay, further demonstrating her

professionalism.

However, the alluring curves revealed by the bodysuit still indicated the assassin's gender.

"

Another one. I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

Pamela stood in front of Lindsay, brandishing her whip to block the female assassin.

"Quickly finish this, Pamela, use—

that!"

Rebecca ordered.

"Understood

," Pamela replied. At the same time, both of them used subtle movements barely noticeable to others

to flick a capsule from their sleeves and place it in their gloves.

Then they quietly crushed the capsule, the liquid inside soaking their gloves.

"Take this!"

Pamela's whip lashed across the female assassin's right leg, unbuttoning a

button on her tight-fitting clothes.

Just then, the female assassin closed in, plunging a dagger into Pamela's left shoulder.

Pamela endured the pain, wiping the liquid-soaked skin on the female assassin's right leg with her left hand

.

Rebecca was not to be outdone, wielding her sword in three swift attacks with her right hand, followed by a palm strike with her left.

The man in black nimbly dodged the three sword strikes, freeing his left hand to block Rebecca's left palm.

Rebecca casually smeared the liquid from her left glove onto the man's left arm.

"It worked!"

Pamela and Rebecca exclaimed in surprise.

The female assassin stumbled and fell to the ground, then clenched her legs together, letting out a "

heh heh"

sound, her right hand still tightly gripping the dagger.

"Really worked?"

the man in black asked with a smile.

These casual words struck Pamela and Rebecca like a thunderbolt.

Seeing the man unharmed, their eyes widened as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

She had no choice but to steel herself and charge forward with her sword.

The man toyed with Rebecca's sword dance like he was playing with a child.

Pamela wasn't faring much better.

The female assassin tore open her mask and bodysuit to reduce the heat emanating from her body, relying on sheer willpower

to resist the physical discomfort, and charged towards Pamela with reckless abandon.

The man in black saw the female assassin's two round, large breasts thrust forward like two big white rabbits, her cherry-

red nipples standing erect. A cascade of red hair fell to her waist, vaguely revealing her beautiful back.

Her back and upturned buttocks were covered with red welts from Pamela's whip, evoking a

sense of pity.

Even so, the female assassin refused to yield.

The man nodded, praising, "Not bad."

As the saying goes, in a fight, you fear someone who doesn't value their life.

Although each lash of Pamela's whip caused the female assassin to tremble,

seeing her relentless counterattack, he felt a slight fear.

Lindsay had been watching the situation closely. She could easily call her guards to capture the assassin,

but she didn't want more people to know about her assassin, Lan.

After careful consideration,

she

... began to masturbate.

But as before, the body didn't seem to belong to her. She masturbated while pondering a countermeasure. A short while later, she felt a spasm inside her, knowing her "body" had reached orgasm. Lindsay calculated that although both sides were at a disadvantage, it was clear that the female assassin was exhausted, while the male assassin who had been toying with Rebecca was the real enemy. With the plan in place, Lindsay moved with ghostly speed, almost instantly appearing behind the female assassin, and delivered an exaggerated . The female assassin had no time to react and was immediately knocked to the ground. Pamela was instantly freed, and lashed out with her whip, which coiled around the man's right leg . The man pulled his right leg back, and Pamela felt her whip almost slip from her grasp. But she refused to let go, stumbling and falling beneath the man. The man stepped on Pamela's I-cup breasts with his right foot, nodding in satisfaction. Pamela clung tightly to the man's right leg. Rebecca attacked the man with all her might, completely disregarding her swordsmanship, leaving her defenses wide open. The man's left fist struck Rebecca's wrist, the one holding the sword. Rebecca, in pain, dropped her sword with a clatter to the ground. The man's right hand then grabbed Rebecca's neck, lifting her into the air like a chicken. Rebecca, petite in stature, kicked weakly after her legs left the ground. Lindsay then moved with ghostly speed to the man's right, delivering an exaggerated chop with her left hand . The man, supporting himself on his left foot and with his right foot on Pamela, holding Rebecca in his right, could only use his left hand to parry Lindsay's chop. Lindsay smiled slightly, drawing her right hand, slick with semen, from behind her back, aiming for the man's head. The plan had worked; Lindsay's exaggerated chop at the female assassin was actually a show for the male assassin, her right hand the real target. The man tilted his head slightly, still unable to dodge, and received a crisp slap slick with semen. "Can slaves hit people?" the man chuckled. "Didn't you say you'd be a slave to whoever could satisfy you?" "What?!" Lindsay exclaimed in surprise. "What ice beauty? You're clearly a slutty beauty," the man said, lifting Rebecca up with his right hand and smearing his love juice all over her face before casually tossing her to the ground. At the same time, his left hand swiftly reached between Lindsay's legs, scooped out some love juice, and smeared it on Pamela.

She pressed her large breasts against them and then kicked them aside.

"Ah... I want... I can't take it anymore... Uh... Uh..."

Rebecca and Pamela's eyes glazed over, and they gasped for breath, lying on the ground and starting

to masturbate .

"Who are you?"

Lindsay asked in surprise.

"I mean, I can grant your wish and let you experience the climax you had before becoming a Night Demon, cousin Lindsay. " Chapter

1 : A Strong Will Lindsay Yorkshire, my cousin. Her father was Duke Opa Yorkshire, a staunch royalist of the Hill Empire, who died in the Daybreak Coup. Her mother was Olina Hill, the sister of the Puppet King—oh no—the Night Demon King Majeri Hill, who committed suicide after the Duke of Yorkshire's death. The Daybreak Coup was a conflict that occurred 25 years ago between royalists and the church. Lord Mageri Hill, the Night Demon King, was deeply in love with a human woman. The Church, however, prevented the marriage, citing the prohibition against intermarriage between Night Demons and humans due to their different species. It was obvious to everyone that this wasn't as simple as the Church refusing to bless the newlyweds . Royalists had always advocated for friendship between Night Demons and humans, while the Church believed Night Demons possessed superior intelligence and were the rulers of the world. Ultimately, it appeared to be a draw; Lord Mageri Hill remained Lord Night Demon, and the royalists escaped punishment. But in reality, everyone knew the Church had won. A large portion of the royalists died, and their children's hereditary titles were reduced by one rank. For example, Lindsay's title was reduced from Duke to Marquis, her territory shrank, and her army was disbanded—though it still wasn't at full strength after the war. The human woman was captured at the border between the Hill Empire and the Human Alliance and subsequently executed. According to reproductive isolation, Night Demons and humans should not have children, but rumors circulated that the human woman gave birth to a son and then disappeared. The Night Demon King was forced to marry Kara Cecil, the widowed daughter of Duke Cecil, a member of the Church's faction, and made her his queen . Kara's daughter, who was born out of wedlock, was made the eldest daughter. Kara's son with the Night Demon King Majeri, Owen, was made crown prince. A widow as queen—even humans don't experience such humiliation, yet they claim to be beings superior to humans. The Night Demon King Majeri Hill is suspected of being under house arrest, with his widowed wife Kara handling state affairs; in any case, the capital and the surrounding area are controlled by the Church. Why do I know all this? Because I am the son of the Night Demon King Majeri Hill and a human woman , the Night Demon prince abandoned by the Human Council, a hybrid of Night Demon and human blood, Aragorn Hill. Now, I'm here to take what's rightfully mine! After listening to my story, Lindsay asked, " What ?" I took off a silver ring from my hand and handed it to Lindsay, saying, "Look at this." The ring was engraved with three towering mountain peaks, symbolizing my surname, Hill. Although it seemed to still have bloodstains, Lindsay immediately recognized it as one of her mother's possessions . She had an identical silver ring, an inheritance from her father, a wedding gift from the royal family to her parents. "Thank you for the Yorkshire family's loyalty. This is what your mother left me," I said. Lindsay recognized the ring, knelt on one knee, and said, "The Yorkshire family swears an oath to our ancestors to forever remain loyal to the Hill family." Then she stood up. "But I don't completely trust you." Lindsay didn't take the ring and continued coldly, "Why didn't my aphrodisiac work on you ?" "That's my ability. I can't tell you the details until we trust each other." High-ranking members of the Night Demon clan possess extraordinary abilities. This ability is my lifeblood. I continued, "Of course, I won't reveal your abilities either. My dear sister, besides, your abilities aren't exactly honorable." Lindsay blushed, pointed at the red-haired female assassin, and asked, "What about her?" "I don't know," I shook my head. Lindsay shook her head and approached Pamela and Rebecca. Both of them were in the throes of a frenzied heat. Rebecca was like a mad dog, kneeling and howling on the ground. Her tender white buttocks were sticking up high, her face and shoulders supporting her on the ground, like a dog eating shit. Her left thumb and forefinger were constantly rubbing her clitoris between her legs, while her middle and ring fingers were already inserted into her vagina , pinching her G-spot. Her right hand went around to her buttocks from behind, slapping them repeatedly, leaving two small red handprints. Then she inserted her middle finger into her anus, thrusting it in and out repeatedly. But as if her tiny middle finger wasn't enough, Rebecca picked up her sword, reversed the blade, aimed the hilt at her anus, and thrust it in with a soft "plop," until the entire hilt was submerged. Although the sword wasn't large, to the petite Rebecca, it looked like it was stuck in a sword holder , angled and protruding into her anus. Because the blade was much longer than the hilt, due to gravity, the sword quickly drooped down, while the hilt inside her anus propped her anus at an angle, widening the pink vulva and smoothing out the wrinkles.

Rebecca quickly contracted her sphincter muscles, tilting the sword upright again.

But as soon as she relaxed her sphincter muscles slightly, the sword drooped down again.

Rebecca had no choice but to keep contracting and relaxing her sphincter muscles. The sword

swayed up and down like a dog's tail. "Oh...oh...oh...County...man, oh...look at you...your ...slutty little bitch." Then, as Rebecca contracted and relaxed her sphincter muscles, her buttocks twisted around.

The sword's blade drew a circle in the air like a compass. At the same time, Rebecca climaxed, her vaginal fluid gushing out, shooting diagonally towards the ceiling , tracing a circle in the air with her hips as she swayed, before landing on the carpet. Perhaps having discovered a new fetish, Rebecca continued to wiggle her hips, moving her penis and the gushing fluid in circles, like a fountain dancing to music. "Oh...oh...Lord...your...little bitch is wagging her tail...oh... " Compared to Rebecca, Pamela's situation wasn't much better. Due to her Night Demon constitution, the dagger wound on her shoulder had already healed. Logically, a Night Demon of her level shouldn't have such strong self-healing abilities. But after a moment's thought, I understood. Because she was in heat, her blood flow accelerated, bringing more nutrients to the wound. A thought struck me, and I noted this down. Pamela sat naked against the wall, her legs spread wide. Her pink vulva and vaginal opening were fully visible. With a whoosh, she ripped open her maid outfit blouse, revealing a pair of enormous breasts. Each breast was the size of a cantaloupe. Viewed from the front, the inner edges of her breasts were pressed tightly together, while the outer edges extended beyond her arms. Presumably, she wore a corset or similar accessory inside her maid outfit to minimize the impact of her breasts on arm movements. Most astonishingly, these enormous breasts showed absolutely no signs of sagging—a true marvel of ergonomics. Pamela alternately rubbed her large breasts with her left and right hands, murmuring softly. However, compared to her enormous breasts, her hands were far too small; they couldn't even fully cover them, let alone completely control a single breast with both hands. Pamela clearly knew her body intimately. Even in her dazed state, she instinctively reached for her long whip, skillfully tying a figure-eight knot under her breasts, then looping it left and right, binding her breasts together like a gourd. After binding her breasts, the remaining part of the whip and the handle hung down from between her breasts , across her legs, and her right hand gripped the handle at her buttocks. Pamela skillfully completed her self-binding in a very short time. Grabbing the handle, she pulled hard, letting out a cry of " Ah!" The upper end of the whip contracted forcefully, squeezing Pamela's breasts into a gourd shape. The lower end rubbed against her already erect clitoris and her red, bleeding vaginal opening. "Ah... Your... Madam... Your... Cow... Is going to come..." Then her vaginal opening contracted rapidly, spurting out a large gush of vaginal fluid. It must be said that Pamela was an absolute master of rope manipulation. With just a rope, she could simultaneously manipulate three erogenous zones with her right hand, while her free left hand pinched her two enormous nipples together, vigorously playing with them. "Ah... Cow... More..." Pamela's right hand continuously lashed the long whip, the barbs on it scraping against her large breasts and clitoris with each pull. "Ah... Nips..." Soon, the whip was soaked with Pamela's love juice, saliva, and sweat. The rope tightened when wet. The whip tightened, making the veins on Pamela's large breasts bulge. Due to her arousal, Pamela was panting heavily. Then, her chest was compressed, her breathing suddenly decreased, and Pamela couldn't catch her breath. She let out a low growl, her eyes rolled back, and she climaxed again in a suffocating pleasure. Lindsay removed their weapons and bent down to lift them one by one onto her bed. Then she found a two-headed dragon in the dressing table drawer and tossed it onto the bed as well. Watching the two become one with the dragon's help, moaning and groaning incessantly, she shook her head, her face alternating between red and white. She then walked to the wall, opened the cover of a brass microphone , and said into it, "Dolores, prepare the secret room. We've captured an assassin." Then she walked to the wall, hoisted the red-haired female assassin onto her back, and turned to ask me, "So, Young Master Aragorn, do you wish to take advantage of these two now, or do you wish to interrogate this female assassin?" "These two will be mine sooner or later, but taking advantage of two servants on the Ice Beauty's bed won't make this bed happy " I replied jokingly. "Interrogate the female assassin; business is more important." Lindsay seemed oblivious to my implication that I intended to take advantage of her as well. A smile appeared on her fair face as she said, "You're more reliable, little cousin." That smile was so beautiful that I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard Lindsay say, "My four personal maids are loyal to me and like sisters. They are not servants or slaves."

Of course I understood Lindsay's meaning, but unlike a lecherous man who slept with two maids, he was a "reliable cousin." Then how unreliable

must that "unreliable cousin," the first in line to the throne, Prince Owen, be ? And the change in address from "young master" to "cousin" seemed to indicate a slight acceptance of me? On the way to the secret chamber, I asked Lindsay about the situation in the capital. "How's my useless father? Is he still alive? " "Even if he's not dead, he'll be soon," Lindsay muttered. "Household confinement is a certainty. But firstly, your father signed the peace treaty with the Eastern Human Federation, and secondly, the elves in the northern forests and the orcs in the western wilderness are all eyeing us Night Demons . Duke Cecil has concentrated his remaining forces there." "No, it's us Night Demons, you're human," Lindsay corrected, "I can't sense your Night Demon power, not even a little bit." "That's my secret to survival," I replied, getting down to business, "So, fearing the Human Federation would break the peace treaty, the Cecil family didn't usurp the throne?" "Yes," Lindsay answered noncommittally; "Owen has already become a Night Demon. Anyone with a brain knows the throne will be his sooner or later . My Yorkshire borders the Human Kingdom, it's the closest city to the Human Federation. Owen sent the Twin Legions to my territory a month ago, probably preparing for war against the Human Kingdom." "Just keeping an eye on you, you royalist?" I chuckled. "So, what's this Twin Legion all about?" Lindsay seemed surprised that I'd so easily seen through Owen's true intentions, then replied, "They're Owen's trusted lieutenant, stationed in the suburbs. About five men. The leaders are twin sisters, Elena and Regina, both Level 1 Night Demons. There's also a Level 2 Night Demon under them." "They can still muster such a powerful legion?" I was the one who was surprised. In the coup d'état, at least half of the Level 1 Night Demons were killed. Lindsay replied unhappily, "In my entire Yorkshire, I'm the only Level 1 Night Demon, and there are only seven Level 2 Night Demons. Only one of my four personal maids is a Level 2 Night Demon, and my army consists of only two . The fighting strength of this legion is roughly equivalent to the entire Yorkshire." "Haha," I laughed, "That cow-like Pamela and loli-like Rebecca can have Level 2 Night Demons?" "No, the Level 2 Night Demons are my legion commander, Stacy. After curfew, they patrol between the outer city where humans gather and the inner city where Night Demons gather," Lindsay replied seriously, "because I'm afraid the Twin Legions will rebel, Stacy 's tasks are very heavy." "Hmm, if Stacy doesn't make a mistake, the Night Demons stationed in the suburbs can't enter Yorkshire's central city, Yorkburg, through the outer city. So assassins can only choose humans." "Yes, I'm confident I haven't lost a human," Lindsay smiled sweetly, "except you. How did you survive?" "I ended up in the human kingdom. Ah, it's a long story." As we spoke, we arrived at Lindsay's secret chamber. Secretary Dolores was already waiting at the door, her azure hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her proud and aloof face showed great respect for Lindsay. She wore a women's suit, and although her breasts weren't as large as Pamela's, the shirt was still tightly cinched , the two buttons seemingly about to burst out at any moment. Underneath the suit's miniskirt, black stockings encased her beautiful legs. On her feet were a pair of 10-centimeter high heels, which made her legs appear even longer and more beautiful. She took the unconscious red-haired female assassin from Lindsay's hands, saw me, and asked, "Governor, who is this? " "One of our own, currently considered my guest," Lindsay glanced at me and replied, "Interrogate this human assassin, we must get information from her." Saying this, she sat down with me in the interrogation chair next to her. "Alright." With that, Secretary Dolores prepared an X-shaped frame and tightly bound the female assassin's hands and feet to its four ends. The assassin's arms and legs were wide open; her bodysuit had long been torn to shreds, leaving only a few strips of cloth clinging to her body. Dolores ripped off all the cloth, revealing . Due to the aphrodisiac, her taut skin had a faint pinkish hue. On her round, large breasts, a pair of erect, cherry-red nipples had not yet softened. Her high, upturned buttocks connected to long, slender legs. Between her legs, sparse, red pubic hair, the same color as her hair, clung. Her clitoris remained erect and engorged. Because her legs were forcibly spread apart, her vulva could not close, and love juice dripped continuously from the pink opening onto the ground , forming a silvery-white thread. Anyone who saw it would feel their blood boil. Dolores lifted the female assassin's face and slapped her hard across the face. The female assassin looked up, her left cheek slightly swollen, but her beauty was still undeniable. Her red eyes stared at Dolores, seemingly spitting fire, and she shouted, "Kill me, you filthy vampires!" Lindsay frowned slightly. Vampire was a derogatory term used by non-Night Demon races to refer to Night Demons. Although her noble upbringing prevented her from making any move, she still showed a hint of displeasure. "Hey, hey," I answered first, "I'm still human for now." Dolores rolled her eyes at me. And the red-haired female assassin saw a young man standing in front of her, while her body was still shamelessly...

She was in heat, not to mention the constant flow of love fluid between her legs.

Her face flushed instantly, making her appear even more delicate and adorable.

The female assassin tried to squeeze her legs together, but it was no use; her legs were already firmly fixed to

the X-frame.

"Here's a piece of advice, don't be stubborn," Dolores slapped the female assassin's

nipple , asking, "What's your name?"

The female assassin trembled slightly from the slap, forcibly suppressing her orgasm, and answered fiercely, "

Alice ."

"Good, Alice, that's right,"

Dolores continued, "Who ordered you to assassinate me?"

"I won't tell you. You killed me, you filthy vampire, a rat destined to live in the shadows for the rest of your life

."

After cursing, she closed her eyes and turned her head away without answering.

Dolores turned pale with anger. Before she could speak, Lindsay abruptly stood up from her chair, walked to

Alice , and lifted her face, saying, "If you tell me who's behind this, I'll kill you and give you a

quick death. If you don't, don't worry, I won't let you bleed."

Dolores understood Lindsay's intention and stepped back.

Lindsay continued to the female assassin, "Some things are more painful than death. Especially for women.

"

He then sat down in the chair.

At this moment, Dolores entered carrying a bundle of interrogation equipment.

I glanced at it; it was just a stun gun.

A common interrogation tool even in the human kingdom.

Dolores skillfully clipped the metal clamps onto Alice's nipples.

Then, she parted Alice's labia, inserted a finger, and said while touching it, "You little slut, your G-

spot is already so hard, you're in for it."

After finding the G-spot, Dolores took out a metal buckle, inserted it into Alice's vagina, and

fastened the buckle firmly to Alice's G-spot.

Then she walked behind Alice, parted Alice's buttocks, and laughed, "Your chrysanthemum is still quite tender.

"

Then she took out a metal rod and inserted it into Alice's anus.

After setting up Alice's side, she walked to Lindsay's side and placed the switch of the stun gun on the table next to Lindsay

.

Alice said indifferently, "It's just an electric shock, I thought you could come up with some new tricks."

Dolores ignored her, flicked a capsule from her sleeve with her left hand, grabbed Alice's neck with her right hand

, and forced Alice to swallow the capsule.

I had seen Head Maid Pamela and Captain Rebecca use these capsules before, so I immediately understood what

was going on.

I glanced at Lindsay.

Lindsay was still staring at Alice expressionlessly.

After Alice swallowed the aphrodisiac capsule, her eyes became hazy, her body trembled slightly, her waist

twisted , her nipples swelled red, and saliva involuntarily dripped from her mouth.

"Ah... ah..."

Alice whispered softly.

Dolores then knelt down in front of Alice, sticking out her tongue to tease Alice's clitoris.

I must say, Dolores was the best tongue-wielding woman I had ever seen.

Her tongue was long and flexible, like a snake's forked tongue, and it even had three

metal ! Her tongue would sometimes poke above Alice's clitoris, sometimes hook up, and the tip of her tongue would gently sweep

across the lower part of Alice's clitoris.

Sometimes she would spread her entire tongue and lick the sides of Alice's labia.

The metal stud on her tongue continued to tease Alice's inner opening,

swollen her clitoris to the size of a little finger.

"Ah...ah..."

Alice was already dizzy from the licking, saliva dripping onto her large breasts.

Then, Dolores sucked on her cheeks, swallowing Alice's clitoris whole.

Her broad tongue swept across Alice's clitoris.

The metal stud on her tongue slowly parted the foreskin, revealing the entire red clitoris

.

Perhaps because Alice had never experienced such treatment before, the foreskin had been covering the clitoris

.

Once the foreskin was completely removed, Dolores gently bit Alice's clitoris with her teeth, her tongue retracting, only

the tip quickly teasing Alice's clitoris.

"Ah... I'm coming!!!... Ah..."

Alice screamed, her body tensing, her lower back arching, and with a "plop," vaginal

fluid gushed out.

Just as Alice was about to climax, Lindsay quickly pressed the switch on the stun gun. Instantly,

the metal clamps on Alice's nipples, G-spot, and anus released high-voltage shocks, suppressing Alice's climax completely

.

"No..."

Alice's scream instantly turned into a painful wail.

With a violent shudder, yellow urine gushed out; Alice had lost control of her bladder.

Dolores acted quickly, immediately dodging to the side, avoiding being splashed with urine.

Lindsay continued expressionlessly, "For a woman, the greatest pain is experiencing an orgasm only to

have it abruptly end. Tell me, who's behind this? If you confess honestly, I'll give you the orgasm too, and I won't kill you

. Otherwise, you can forget about ever having an orgasm again."

Alice snapped out of her daze and glared at Lindsay fiercely, "You're something else, but I still won't

confess. My family is in their hands; if I tell anyone, they'll be dead! Go ahead,

I'm not afraid of you."

Lindsay seemed not to hear Alice's explanation and slowly replied, "Then continue."

Receiving the order, Dolores intensified her provocations.

Not only Alice's clitoris, but also her nipples and anus were not spared; Dolores's long

tongue darted up and down Alice's body.

Alice's body flushed, and she murmured softly.

Saliva, vaginal fluid, and sweat dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle, but she

clenched her teeth , her eyes no longer glazed, but fixed firmly on Lindsay, her entire body

resisting the pleasure with sheer willpower.

Dolores was exhausted, her mouth parched in every sense of the word, and Alice was nearly dehydrated.

Lindsay, her face ashen with anger, said to Dolores, "Take a break before continuing."

Dolores, who couldn't have been happier to hear that, immediately sat down in a chair, picked up the teapot on the table,

and, disregarding etiquette, began to drink it down in large gulps.

Lindsay picked up the teacup that matched the teapot with her left hand, placed it between her legs, and reached down with her right hand as well.

After thinking for a moment, she said to me, "Could you please check on the female assassin's condition?"

I knew, of course, that she was going to masturbate to get the aphrodisiac, so I stood up and walked to Alice.

At this moment, Alice was extremely weak.

Her heart was pounding, seemingly twice as fast as a normal person's. Her

blood flow was naturally twice as fast as well, making her snow-white skin appear pink, which complemented her red hair

beautifully.

I knew that, given the human body, unless she had undergone assassin training from childhood, she would probably have already died from

a heart attack .

Lindsay finally retrieved the aphrodisiac, a large teacup, and handed it to Dolores, saying, "Continue, give

it to her, don't let her die of thirst."

Dolores carefully held the teacup in front of Alice.

Like a thirsty person in the desert, Alice, regardless of whether it was poison or not, suddenly drank it all

in one gulp .

Then, with a cry of "Ah!" ,

her body trembled even more violently.

Dolores then licked even more diligently. This time ,

not only the nipples and clitoris, but also the ears, neck, armpits, navel, inner thighs, groin

... no place that could be called an "erogenous zone" was spared. However, several times the aphrodisiac, several times the erogenous zones, still could not subdue Alice. In the end, Alice's body stopped trembling; she was even close to dying from exhaustion. Lindsay walked up to Alice, lifted her head, and said calmly, "You really don't want to orgasm ? I'll make you submit." Alice replied weakly, in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "No." "Fine, let's make a bet. If you orgasm within five days, you'll become a slave. If you hold out, you'll be free," Lindsay said. "If you lose and become a slave, you'll have to answer whatever I ask, and how I deal with you will be up to you. I'm sure you're familiar with the duties of a slave. If you win, you can leave anytime. You know my abilities now, so it'll probably count as completing the task. This bet is fair to both of us." Upon hearing this, Dolores threw herself onto Lindsay's lap and cried, "No, please! Give me another chance !" Lindsay glared at her and said, "That's enough, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" "Fine," Alice said resolutely, though her voice was still as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Take her to the healing spring to recover. Don't let her die," Lindsay instructed Dolores. Dolores hoisted Alice onto her shoulder and slowly walked towards the other side of the secret passage. And I, it seemed, saw something special, something shining in this red-haired girl. It was something I loved, something I had been searching for: a strong will.

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