Chapter 16: [R18 BONUS] Everything I Am Is Yours (1)
Freya murmured against her lips, voice low and husky:
"...Stay with me tonight, Aria."
Aria gave a small jolt, her violet eyes widening with raw surprise and desire. Freya didn’t give her time to answer.
She kissed her again, deeper this time. Their tongues met, sliding hotly against each other — slow and exploratory at first, then growing hungrier, wetter, more obscene. Aria let out a muffled whimper into Freya’s mouth as their kiss turned sloppy.
Freya’s fingers sank into the long mauve hair cascading down to Aria’s hips, gripping it firmly, while her other hand slid down to the demon’s waist before moving up to cup one of her heavy, generous breasts. She squeezed it openly, feeling the soft, warm flesh overflow in her palm. The nipple hardened instantly under her touch.
Aria moaned, low and shaky, her body arching into Freya’s. Her hands clutched desperately at Freya’s dark suit jacket, fingers digging into the fabric as if afraid she might vanish. Her breathing was already ragged, hot against Freya’s lips.
Freya kneaded the heavy breast harder, rolling the stiff nipple between her fingers while her tongue continued to thrust deeper into Aria’s mouth. She could feel the demon trembling against her, hips instinctively pressing forward, seeking more friction.
The air between them was thick with tension, heavy with lust. Aria’s voluptuous body burned against hers, and Freya could already tell how soaked the demon was becoming just from the desperate little sounds she was trying — and failing — to hold back.
Freya pulled away from her lips and slowly kissed her way down Aria’s neck. She started softly, then dragged her warm tongue along the sensitive skin, licking her thoroughly before biting down more firmly, sucking the flesh between her lips to leave a visible mark.
Aria tilted her head back with a shaky sigh, fully exposing her throat. A deeper, muffled moan escaped her parted lips as her body tensed.
"Mistress... you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment..." she breathed, her voice low, husky, and thick with restrained desire.
Freya smiled against her heated skin, lips brushing over the fresh red mark she had just made.
"Then show me," she whispered teasingly, before biting harder into her neck, just enough to make Aria jolt.
The demon let out a louder moan, her body arching hard against Freya’s. Her breathing was becoming heavy and uneven, almost panting. Her hands, still clenched tightly on Freya’s suit jacket, trembled. She was clearly fighting to keep some control, but her hips were already pressing forward instinctively, seeking friction. Her thighs squeezed together slightly, betraying how wet and needy she was becoming.
Freya’s hands moved downward with clear intent. She tugged at the white apron of Aria’s maid uniform, untying it quickly before attacking the black laces of the corset beneath. One by one, she loosened them, pulling the fabric apart.
Aria’s heavy, generous breasts spilled free as the restrictive corset gave way. They were full and soft, pale skin flushed with arousal, nipples already stiff and begging for attention. Freya stared at them with open hunger, her violet-pale eyes darkening.
She cupped both breasts in her hands, lifting and squeezing them, feeling their weight and warmth. Her thumbs circled the hard nipples slowly at first, then rubbed them more firmly, pinching lightly. She watched as they grew even tighter under her touch.
Aria bit down hard on her lower lip until it turned white, her violet eyes half-closed in pleasure. Her breathing was ragged, chest heaving as she tried to steady herself.
"Everything I am... is yours," she whispered breathlessly, voice trembling with raw devotion.
For a brief instant, Freya simply looked at her.
Those weren’t the words of someone carried away by emotion. Aria wasn’t making a promise she would forget tomorrow. She meant every syllable.
Devotion that absolute should have frightened anyone.
Instead...
Freya smirked, continuing to knead and grope the soft, heavy tits, rolling the swollen nipples between her fingers. She gave one a firm pinch, drawing a sharp, needy moan from the demon’s throat.
Freya lowered her head without hesitation. She kissed the soft, heavy swell of one breast, then dragged her tongue slowly over the stiff nipple before wrapping her lips around it. She sucked hard, tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive bud.
Aria’s whole body jerked. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as her back arched sharply, pushing her chest harder into Freya’s mouth. Her hands plunged into Freya’s silver-white hair, fingers gripping tightly, torn between pulling her closer and trying to hold back.
Freya sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks as she worked the nipple, then switched to the other one. She licked it messily, coating it in saliva before sucking it deep into her mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Aria was trembling uncontrollably now. Her face was flushed deep red, violet eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure. Her expression was pure submission — desperate, devoted, completely lost in her mistress. Soft, needy whimpers and gasps kept spilling from her lips with every hard suck and wet lick.
Her hips rolled forward helplessly, rubbing her soaked core against Freya’s thigh, seeking any kind of friction as the pleasure between her legs grew unbearable.
Freya kept sucking hard on Aria’s nipple, switching from one breast to the other, licking and biting the sensitive buds until they were swollen and glistening with saliva. Aria was moaning loudly now, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"I can’t... Mistress, please... I’m losing my mind..." she gasped between broken whimpers, voice desperate and cracking with need.
Only then did Aria, panting and nearly delirious, reach for Freya’s white blouse. Her fingers were clumsy with arousal as she tore at the buttons — several popped off and fell to the floor. She shoved the fabric open, exposing Freya’s bare skin, and immediately ran her hands over it with deep reverence.
She cupped Freya’s breasts, squeezing them possessively, thumbs rubbing and teasing the nipples. Her touch was hungry yet worshipful.
Freya gripped Aria’s chin and forced her to look up.
"Look at me, Aria."
Aria’s violet eyes burned with raw intensity as she stared back, completely lost in lust and devotion.
"You are everything I desire..." she breathed shakily, "everything I need."
Aria’s words barely left her lips before her breathing grew even more desperate. Her hands trembled as they roamed over Freya’s bare skin, but it was clear she was barely holding on. The hunger in her eyes had turned almost feral, her body burning with need. She pressed herself tighter against Freya, silently begging for more.
Freya didn’t wait any longer. Her hand dove under Aria’s skirt, fingers gliding up the slick skin of her inner thighs. She could already feel how drenched the demon was. Without teasing this time, she pushed the soaked panties aside and cupped her bare, dripping pussy.
Aria cried out, her hips jerking violently the moment Freya’s fingers made direct contact.
Freya stroked her slowly at first, spreading the hot, slippery wetness all over her swollen folds. Then she pressed two fingers firmly against her clit and started rubbing tight, relentless circles. Aria’s legs shook hard. Her knees buckled slightly as she moaned loudly, hips rolling forward to grind desperately against Freya’s hand.
"Haah... Mistress—!"
Freya pushed two fingers deep inside her in one smooth thrust. Aria’s tight walls clenched hard around them, soaking wet and scorching hot. She started pumping them steadily, curling her fingers with every thrust to hit that sensitive spot inside while her thumb kept rubbing her swollen clit without mercy.
Aria was losing control completely. Her head fell back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and gasps. Her hips moved like they had a mind of their own — grinding and fucking herself on Freya’s fingers with shameless need. Wet, lewd sounds echoed with every thrust as her juices coated Freya’s hand and ran down her thighs.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure gathered at the corners of her violet eyes. Her expression was pure yandere madness: eyes hazy with lust, cheeks burning crimson, lips trembling as she gasped and whimpered.
"Mistress... I beg you... please don’t stop... nnghhaaa—! I’m yours... only yours... ahh! Fuck— I can’t... I’m going crazy...!"
Freya thrust her fingers faster, deeper, scissoring them inside Aria’s clenching pussy while her thumb pressed and rubbed her clit in fast, filthy strokes. Aria’s whole body was trembling violently now, her heavy breasts bouncing with every desperate movement of her hips. She was riding Freya’s hand like she was in heat, completely soaked and dripping.
The pleasure kept building higher and higher. Aria’s moans grew louder, more broken, turning into desperate, animalistic cries as she neared the edge.
Freya suddenly slowed her movements, keeping her right on the razor’s edge. She curled her fingers deep inside but barely moved them, watching with a dominant smirk as Aria whimpered and sobbed in frustration, her pussy spasming greedily around her fingers, trying to pull them deeper.
Freya observed Aria for a heartbeat.
Every glance, every broken breath, every desperate attempt to stay composed told the same story.
Aria wasn’t fighting anymore.
She was waiting.
Waiting for Freya to decide.
"Not yet," Freya whispered hotly against her ear. "I want you to stay right here... dripping and desperate for me."
Aria let out a long, broken whine, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks, body shaking with unbearable need.
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