F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!

Chapter 313: Liberation (R-18)

"...E-Esther...nghhh...E-Esther..." I moan Esther’s name, feeling her fingers playing with my clit. She rubs two fingers from her other hand against my mouth, making me taste this bitter, slightly strange flavor.

She slides them against my cheek and my tongue while saliva trickles from the corner of my mouth, dripping onto my breasts. The movements of her fingers in my mouth are so lewd, and they make me feel depraved.

My tongue moves, licking and circling her fingers. Even though tasting something that came from my own body is strange, I can’t help it—like some deep instinct to do it. Licking her fingers feels so right.

"N-Ngghh." She pinches and presses my clit, sending an electrifying sensation through me that makes my tail squeeze her hand tighter. The hard, rigid scales even cause small cuts as she keeps exploring my body.

When she pulls away, my fluids squirt forward lewdly, dripping onto Esther’s thighs and sliding smoothly down her pale skin.

My face blushes and my heart races. I can’t understand how I got so lascivious over time. When did I start becoming this confused? Esther’s touch is so good; it calms me and makes me forget all my problems.

"Your teeth have gotten much sharper since you came back from that island, and your fangs now seem to have reached their maximum size. Looks like my little doll has grown up." She pulls her fingers from my mouth, caressing my head.

It’s so embarrassing, especially that way she calls me. "Little doll" makes it sound like I’m some cute little toy or something. But I don’t complain; I just let out moans under her touch, as if her touch commands my body.

"Aahhh..." I reach orgasm as she gently tugs my clit with her nails. My shameful moan echoes faintly through the empty space, while my tail releases Esther’s arm.

My heart beats faster than ever as I grow intensely embarrassed to be moaning like this when she hasn’t even done anything that serious yet. It was just a few touches.

’W-Why do I have to be so shameless... why does this have to feel so good...’ I can’t help thinking about it. Everything just converges into me moaning and giving in to the whims of Esther, who is so dominant.

"Hyaaa..." She grabs my hair and tilts me downward, lying over me while moving her arm in front of my face, leaving her forearm nearly pressed against my lips.

The position makes my breasts rub hard against the gold coins, which gives me a dizzying pleasure as my nipples scrape against the hardness of the precious metal.

"Bite my arm, love. Things are going to get really intense, and you don’t need to worry about hurting me. I want to feel your teeth on me." I look at her arm and give a weak bite, holding it in my mouth as she slides her other hand down my body, having released my head.

Since my horns point forward, she has no trouble with them being along my back. So, to have better leverage, Esther bites my neck, making me gasp.

My tail thrashes in the coins, scattering them with that strangely comforting sound of piles of gold sliding against each other.

"H-Hhmm!?" I feel Esther’s finger, wet with a somewhat cold and viscous lubricant, pressing against my ass. She slides two fingers inside and crooks them like a hook, touching that fragile spot on the inner wall of my anus that makes my tail thrash.

’N-No, ah, not there, E-Esther... I-I’m sensitive there...’ I want to protest, but I can’t, so I just bite down harder, feeling strange and confused.

Every prod she gives makes me gasp and drool onto her forearm while my tail flails, whipping from side to side and scattering gold coins like a rebellious child.

Esther bites my neck harder, rubbing and pressing in a controlled way that drives me crazy with pleasure. My fluids drip onto the coins below as she squeezes and twists her fingers.

’S-Slower... p-please... E-Esther... nghh... E-Esther, go easier...’ Even though she can’t hear my pathetic protests, I still try to communicate with her.

"H-HMmmm..." I start shedding a few tears as I taste her blood on my lips and feel her tongue licking my neck, sucking on it hard.

I can’t believe I’m crying from pleasure. I’ve become so shameful. I’m such a shameless person. It’s all Esther’s fault; she turned me into this lascivious person who craves her touch as if it were a matter of life or death.

"A-Ahhmm..." My hands clutch at the coins, squeezing them hard while I gasp, weakly licking her arm without being able to control myself, as my tail coils around Esther’s waist.

"About to come already, love? We just started. You should hold back and stop coming from just any touch. Like that, you seem like a broken little doll that makes a mess of everything." She speaks in a playful tone, spreading her fingers like scissors while I feel the cold air of the vault touching the inner wall of my anus, making me sigh as my teeth sink into her flesh.

"You seem to be enjoying it. You can bite harder if it makes you feel better, little doll." She urges me on, moving her finger lewdly inside me with a wet sound, making me come shamefully as I hear the dripping splatter onto the coins.

"Mmhm..." I give a weak murmur of agreement, as my tail loosens its grip around her, no longer having the strength. I’m starting to feel somewhat lethargic and sleepy.

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"You seem to be enjoying it. You can bite harder if it makes you feel better, little doll." I say to Evelyn, who whimpers softly, biting my forearm hard, though her expression melted in pleasure is adorable.

Sex is the only moment where we can both just be happy and forget the fights. It’s a little sad that our situation turned out like this, but I’m not going to complain about what works.

"Mmhm..." She just gives a weak agreement as I twist my fingers and press Evelyn’s weak spot hard. Every time I do it, she bites harder, sinking her adorable little fangs into my flesh.

Her anus squeezes tightly around my fingers in such an adorable way, as they glide along her walls easily because of the lubricant. Evelyn’s tail is scratching me a bit, but it’s fine; I like that too.

And since I don’t much mind her tail, I keep exploring her anus, spreading the lubricant and squeezing the most fragile parts hard just to hear Evelyn’s breathless moans.

"You smell deliciously good, little doll." I smell her neck, licking it slowly as she shivers. I pull my fingers out of her, grabbing her tail and tugging it while I rub her tail with my hands, wetting it with the lubricant.

I rub it hard so she can feel it even through the rigidity of the scales, while a wet sound echoes through the place. Drops of lubricant slide down and fall onto Evelyn’s ass and back.

But I just keep exploring this sensation. Once completely soaked in lubricant, the rigid scales become much easier to caress.

Evelyn arches backward with a sweet, fragile moan. She seems to be enjoying the treatment, and I have to admit I’m enjoying it too.

I’m not a fan of anal. Normally, I wouldn’t even do it, but Evelyn’s marionette body has its anus more like a very clean accessory. Actually, almost everything in Evelyn is an accessory—organs, veins, and even simpler things like a nose and ears.

She wouldn’t technically need any of that, and that’s why I know her anus is a cute little hole I can use, just like her vagina. And despite being perfectly clean, Evelyn feels more embarrassed about it.

So I think I really like this situation, because an embarrassed Evelyn is an adorable Evelyn, one where I get to see expressions she would normally never make.

"..."

"Evelyn?" I look at Evelyn when her silence bothers me, and I see that she’s fallen asleep. This immediately frustrates me, but I know it’s the fault of the mark on her belly. Because her soul received a "mark," she got tired, her magic having been drained by it.

"Damn... I’m not satisfied..." I pull my arm from her mouth, seeing the deep bite mark as blood trickles and drips onto the floor. I get off Evelyn. I still want to continue our game, so I’m going to take some of my toys out of the storage ring.

"Haaa... alright. Since she’s asleep and neither of us is satisfied, I’m going to set up a BDSM game." Now that she’s in a deep sleep, I stop holding myself back so much. My vision is already so red it seems blurred.

BDSM can help me calm both my anger and my hunger. The feeling of total control I can have during BDSM will be more soothing than violently devouring Evelyn, and with BDSM, I can vent my rage without it seeming like I’m punishing her.

"I want to devour her so much..." I start biting my nails. With my other hand, I take a few things to eat from inside the storage ring to calm myself down at least a little before starting, while I think of what other orders to give Evelyn while she’s asleep.