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「σανγυινε 」|| 1x1 with DarkMudkip ||

Yukimura stood stock still, frozen in place as he watched Amaya tumble down a few steps before she righted herself and skid to a stop.
“This isn’t what you promised!!” She yelled after Yoshitsugu. “You didn’t promise me this!!”
 
Yoshitsugu merely glanced at her before he continued on his way down the hall. Mitsunari continued to block the stairs, glaring down at her.
 
Amaya bore her fangs at Mitsunari, standing up before turning and shooting Yukimura a look. “Come.” Was all she could manage out in her rage, Yukimura following immediately.
 
Amaya nearly slammed the door on Yukimura after she had shown him his room, leaving him alone to unpack his things and settle in.
 
Amaya knew she would receive punishment for her earlier actions, resigning herself to her bedroom to allow herself time to calm down.
 
Motochika hadn’t given her any sedatives since her abortion, leaving her locked in his bedroom. Sometimes it seemed like he wanted to make her suffer, that he wanted to humiliate her, using long lengths of rope to tie her up in humiliating positions, leaving her like that for hours, and occasionally coming to use her as he pleased. Sometimes he would administer whatever drug he used to keep her aroused, and sometimes he would simply fuck her as he wanted.
 
He liked seeing her in misery, it made things fun for him. It was funny to him how she pretended to hate it, especially when she was on the aphrodisiac drugs.
 
She would bite her tongue anytime he started to touch her, often times already dripping wet from the drugs. Spewing out hateful yelling and slander was another go to, but after a while it became hard for her to focus on her words as he thrust into her.
She had been positioned on his bed for hours now, ass in the air and legs spread wide, bent over so her head was resting on the pillows, and her hands tied behind her back. Knots bit into her flesh, pulled tight and put in just the right places. He fit a knot just against her clit, making sure it was snug as he adjusted the ropes so her weight leaned into the knot, making any sort of movement painfully pleasurable. A ball gag had been fitted for while he was away, not wanting her to wear out her voice before he could hear her yell again. Saliva dripped down her chin, sweat covering her body, and her hips trembling as the knot pressed into her clit, making her whimper softly, face flushed. She wanted badly to rock her hips, to rub the knot against her swollen clit, to have release, and at the same time, she just wanted down.
 
Nana flinched when the door opened, and she let out a grunt, entire body going tense as she swung slightly, sweat dripping down her face. Her labored breathing was only made more prominent by the gag in her mouth, full breasts pressed tightly into the ropes around them, her juices dripping down her inner thigh as her womanhood trembled.
 
She glared at him the best she could in the humiliating position she was in, letting out a muffled noise from behind the gag.
 
Another muffled scream came from Nana, struggling against the rope regardless of how it dug into her, trying to break free. She wanted to hit him, to claw at his eyes, to spit in his face, kick him, beat on his head with something heavy, but it was no use, the rope wasn’t going to give.
 
She screamed again into the gag, wishing she could kick him, but her ankles were tied to the bed, keeping her legs forced open. She hated him, hated him with every fiber of her being, and she wished she could tell him that.
 
Nana wriggled more as she heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone, then his jeans zipper, biting hard on the rubber gag as she tried to protest.
 
Her womanhood trembled against his cock, slick with her juices, meaning it would be an easy entrance. Her knuckles were white from clenching her fists, trying to chew through the rubbed of the gag, but found no such luck. Her thighs trembled, and her ass was sporting an angry red hand mark from where he spanked her. She had some rather lovely assets, full breasts and a nice ass, and she looked even better tied up and bent over for him like a bitch in heat begging to be fucked.
 
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