Chapter 51: The Trial of Lust and Envy Part 2
Merlin had just slipped through her door, vanishing with a final mischievous wave—when another door appeared, entirely different in aura and intent.
The air shifted.
The moment Riya stepped through it, his senses were assaulted.
The air was thick with musk.
A heady blend of leather, sweat, and something darker.
The room was drenched in crimson light, casting shadows across racks of chains, collars, whips, and tools that gleamed like fangs in the dark.
It wasn't a room—it was a dungeon.
A place designed to break men down, not through pain, but through raw, unrelenting pleasure.
And she stood in the middle of it all, waiting.
Jack.
But not the small, childish figure.
This Jack was tall, curvy, draped in black leather that barely held her massive breasts and exposed the swell of her hips.
Her wild silver hair spilled down her back, and her blood-red eyes gleamed with lust and violence.
A grin stretched across her face as she dragged a hooked chain along the floor behind her, its rattle echoing like a growl.
"Well, well, Master," she purred, voice dripping with sensual danger.
"You were always a little pervert. Let's see if you've grown into a big one."
Riya tensed, watching her sway toward him.
He could feel the test tightening around his soul.
Jack ran a gloved hand down his chest, then roughly shoved him toward the leather bench in the middle of the room.
"Sit," she ordered, voice a sultry snarl.
"And don't move unless I tell you."
Behind a one-way mirror, Rin watched.
She gasped when she saw Jack—and clenched her fists as Riya sat down.
Her lips quivered, eyes wide with conflicting emotion.
"This is just a test," she whispered to herself.
But the sight of Jack straddling Riya, licking her lips like he was her prey—it still hurt.
Back in the chamber, Jack clicked a collar around his neck.
"You're mine now, Master. My favorite toy."
She dragged chains from the wall and cuffed his wrists to the bench.
Slowly.
Seductively.
She pressed her heavy breasts against him as she leaned in to fasten the locks, her breath hot against his neck.
Then she pulled back and stood, watching him with predator's eyes.
"Let's see how long you last," she whispered, tracing her finger along the bulge in his pants.
"I bet not very long."
Her eyes shimmered with carnal mischief as she crouched between his legs, licking her lips.
Her fingers worked with teasing slowness, undoing his pants, tugging them down just enough to free him.
Every inch she revealed felt like a tease, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation the moment his arousal was fully exposed.
"My, my," she cooed, brushing her cheek against it like a cat marking her prey.
"You've been holding back for me?"
Riya gritted his teeth, already feeling the strain of the trial.
But he didn't say a word.
Not even as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, slow and wet, savoring his taste like the first bite of a forbidden fruit.
Jack chuckled at his restraint.
"We'll fix that."
She reached to the wall and pulled down a pair of sleek, leather straps.
With practiced hands, she fastened them around his thighs, forcing them to remain open.
Another strap wrapped low around his waist, keeping his hips pinned to the bench.
"No squirming," she purred. "Just feel."
Then with one hand, she gently wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking him slowly.
The other traced up his stomach, nails dragging lightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Her mouth hovered just above the tip, her breath warm.
"I wonder how long you can last," she murmured, eyes still locked on his.
Then her tongue flicked out—just a single, lazy swipe along the underside.
He twitched.
Encouraged, she began in earnest.
Her lips wrapped around him, taking him into her mouth inch by inch, her tongue swirling and teasing all the while.
Her head bobbed in a slow rhythm, setting a torturous pace as wet sounds filled the room.
She moaned around him deliberately, the vibrations making him tense.
She wasn't rushing.
She was savoring.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she slowly took him deeper, her lips sliding lower with deliberate control.
When she reached her limit, she pulled back just enough to look up at him—smirking around him as if daring him to lose control.
Her giggle was muffled, teasing, sending another shiver through his spine.
The sight of her—so eager, so ravenous—was almost too much.
Her hands gripped his thighs, anchoring herself as she picked up the pace, now more eager, more hungry.
Every motion of her mouth was matched by a moan, each sound dripping with desire, as if his reactions only made her more aroused.
And then she pulled back with a wet gasp, strands of saliva still connecting her lips to his shaft, she leaned forward again—but not toward his cock.
This time, she leaned forward, letting her ample chest spill free from the tight confines of her outfit.
Jack's breasts were massive—round, heavy, and soft with just the perfect firmness beneath her pale, flawless skin.
A devilish smirk curved her lips as she pressed them together around him, letting the warm, pillowy flesh slowly envelop him.
It wasn't rushed.
She took her time, adjusting the pressure as her breasts molded to his shape, inch by inch swallowing him between their soft weight.
The sensation was maddening—heat and friction in a cocoon of softness, every slight movement sending new pulses of pleasure through him.
"Let's see how much pressure it takes to make you beg," she purred, eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction as she started to move her chest in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
Jack's hands slid to the sides of her full, heavy breasts, pushing them together tighter around him.
The warmth of her skin, the smooth glide of soft flesh encasing him—it was overwhelming.
Her amber eyes sparkled with mischief as she began to move her chest, using her arms to rock and squeeze, setting a slow, teasing rhythm.
Each motion created friction that drew sharp breaths from Riya's lips.
The weight of her breasts, combined with her deliberate pace, kept him hovering at the edge of bliss.
And when his shaft twitched too high between her mounds, she leaned in—tongue flicking out, giving the exposed tip a slow, playful lick.
She giggled at his reaction, the sound sultry and wicked.
"Oh? Sensitive, are we?"
she whispered, letting her tongue swirl around the head the next time it peeked out, adding a shiver of pleasure to every rise.
Each time his length rose between her breasts, Jack's tongue met it—first with teasing licks, then longer, hungrier strokes that glided along his sensitive tip.
Her giggles melted into low moans, her excitement rising as she watched his reactions, eyes locked on his face like a predator studying its prey.
She adjusted her grip on her chest, squeezing her breasts tighter around him and adding a bounce to the rhythm.
Her skin was slick with heat and saliva, and her playful tongue never missed a chance to taste him as he pulsed between her soft mounds.
"Look at you," she purred, her voice thick with lust.
"Melting from just this? We haven't even started yet…"
Then she leaned in again, lips brushing over him before planting a slow, open-mouthed kiss that made his hips buck slightly.
Her smirk widened.
"Good," she murmured, licking her lips.
"I want to see how much more I can pull out of you."
Her voice dripped with wicked delight, every word a promise of the pleasure still to come.
She then got up and paused above him, her chest rising and falling with excitement.
Her crimson eyes locked on Riya's, a playful glint in them as she licked her fingers slowly, tasting the heat between them.
The sight of him chained, helpless yet clearly desiring her, stirred something deep within her—a hunger.
She gripped the collar she had fastened around his neck earlier, tugging him up slightly so their lips could meet.
The kiss was deep, overwhelming.
Her tongue explored him with dominance and need, teasing and pushing until he gasped, caught off guard by her boldness.
He could feel the trail of their shared breath as she finally pulled away, a silver line of saliva bridging their parted lips.
Jack smirked down at him and made sure to straddle him completely, locking his body in place with her thighs.
He couldn't move—only feel.
She leaned forward, pressing his face into the warm softness of her breasts.
Her skin was hot, her scent dizzying, and he felt his heart pounding against hers.
With a shaky breath and her hand reaching between them, Jack guided herself into place.
She spread herself open carefully, making sure every inch of her body was ready to receive him.
Then, slowly—agonizingly so—she lowered herself onto him.
A soft, drawn-out moan escaped her lips as he filled her completely, her body trembling with sensation.
His face still buried in her breasts, Riya could only groan against her skin as she rocked her hips gently, starting the rhythm that would drive them both deeper into madness.
The moment Jack lowered herself onto Riya, Rin tensed—but didn't look away.
Her heart pounded.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
She watched as Jack buried his face in her chest, moaning without restraint, rocking against him like she owned him.
And yet… Rin didn't feel betrayed.
She felt everything—his pleasure, Jack's raw lust—but beneath it all, she trusted him.
He won't finish inside her, she told herself.
Her fists clenched at her sides.
Her breath came in short bursts.
But her eyes remained clear, resolute.
Jack's hips began to move, slow at first—deliberate.
Every roll of her body sent shivers through Riya, who could do little more than groan, his face still buried between the warmth of her breasts.
A breathy laugh escaped her as she leaned forward, her right breast pressing against his lips.
"Here," she whispered, coaxing him.
"Take it."
He responded instinctively, his mouth wrapping around the soft flesh.
Her breath hitched, her fingers curling around the collar she had fastened around his neck.
The feeling of his mouth on her—wet, warm, eager—only spurred her on.
She started to move faster, grinding against him with more urgency.
Her moans mixed with the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, a sensual symphony that filled the chain-lined room.
"Good boy," she gasped, riding him with abandon, her body glowing with exertion and pleasure.
"Let's see just how much more you can take."
Her hips moved in a relentless rhythm, skin glistening under the dim light of the chamber.
Each movement pressed her flush against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.
The sounds of their bodies filled the air—raw, intimate, electric.
Riya could hardly think.
His breath hitched with every bounce, every squeeze of her warmth around him.
Jack leaned forward, her hair brushing against his face, and captured his lips in a messy, feverish kiss.
Her tongue danced with his, tasting every groan he gave her.
She broke the kiss with a smirk, one hand reaching down to guide his mouth to her right breast once again.
"Don't stop now," she whispered, voice husky.
"We're not done until you're completely mine."
Jack could feel it—the tightening in Riya's body, the subtle tremble that told her he was close.
Her breath quickened, eyes gleaming with anticipation as she leaned in, voice husky and teasing.
"Do it," she whispered into his ear.
"Release it inside me."
"Mark me."
But Riya gritted his teeth.
He wasn't going to lose that easily.
Just as the pressure neared its peak, he called on Mordred's strength.
Power surged through him like lightning.
With a roar, he shattered the chains binding him, iron links snapping and clattering to the floor.
Jack barely had time to react before he grasped her by the hips and flipped their positions, laying her across the bench.
She gasped, but before she could speak, he pulled out, chest heaving—and then brought her down to her knees.
He gripped her head firmly, guiding her, and with a surprised laugh, she took him fully into her mouth.
Warmth and pressure met him all at once.
The moment overtook him, and he released with a groan, Jack eagerly swallowing as her fingers traced teasing patterns over his thighs.
A few drops escaped, trailing down to her chest.
She pulled back with a breathless giggle, licking her lips. "You beast…"
Still, she wasn't done.
Using the collar she'd clasped on him earlier, she tugged him downward until his lips hovered over her chest.
"Clean up your mess," she demanded, eyes half-lidded.
Riya obeyed, licking the beads of release from her skin, kissing along the soft curve of her breast before capturing a nipple in his mouth.
Her hand knotted in his hair as he lavished attention on her, slow and thorough, until she trembled beneath him, gasping out her climax.
But Jack wasn't finished.
Guiding him lower with a sultry grin, she spread her legs and pulled his head between them.
He gave no resistance.
His tongue moved with care and intensity, drawing another moan from her lips.
She clutched at the bench, back arching as another wave hit her, coating his face.
Riya stayed there, drinking in everything she gave him, even as his hands rested calmly at her thighs.
He could've pulled away at any moment.
But he didn't.
Because he knew—sometimes, the best victories were the ones you gave away willingly.
"Two down."
"One to go"