The moment the vibration touched his skin, his jaw fell open. His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as he let out a series of short, rhythmic gasps. His toes curled against the silk sheets, and the steel pillar he was tied to actually groaned under the weight of his thrashing. The sensitivity potion made the vibration feel like a thousand electric needles and a thousand velvet tongues all at once.
Heena's humming got a little louder, a playful trill in her voice. She moved the wand higher, tracing the line of his hip, watching the way his olive skin flushed a deep, angry red.
Kieran was sobbing now, but not from pain. It was the sheer, overwhelming weight of the sensation. His head thrashed from side to side, silver hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every time he tried to pull away, the silk ropes bit into his wrists, creating a new spark of intense feeling that made him cry out again.
"Mmm-hmmm-mmm," Heena hummed, her smile never wavering.
She picked up a weighted silk cord, heavy with small silver beads. She began to drape it over him, letting the cold beads roll slowly across his chest and stomach. To a normal person, it would be a light touch. To Kieran, it felt like heavy boulders of ice and fire rolling over his nerve endings.
He made a sound then—a long, low, broken moan that vibrated through the entire bed. His eyes rolled back into his head, showing only the whites, and his breath hitched in a jagged, stuttering pattern. He looked completely undone, his warrior pride dissolved into a puddle of desperate, shaking need.
The other four men watched in frozen horror. They could hear the wet slide of the beads, the hum of the crystal, and above it all, Heena's terrifyingly sweet melody. They could see the way Kieran's body was reacting—the way he was leaking, the way his muscles were rippling in a constant, agonizing spasm.
Heena finally paused, her hand resting lightly on Kieran's stomach. The touch made him jump as if he'd been electrocuted. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered nothing but a soft, final note of her song.
She didn't tell him why she was doing it. She didn't tell him when it would end. She just looked at his wrecked, gasping face, patted his cheek gently, and turned her attention to the tray to pick her next toy.
Kieran's chest heaved, his voice gone, replaced by a wet, clicking sound in his throat as he struggled to find air. He was the First Prince, the General of the North, and he was currently nothing more than a toy for an Empress who didn't even think he was worth talking to.
Heena turned her gaze toward Adrian, the scholar duke. Her smile widened.
Heena's humming continued seamlessly as she approached Adrian. The scholar duke's golden eyes burned with defiance despite his trembling body. He'd watched Kieran break but refused to follow.
"You fucking witch," Adrian spat through clenched teeth, voice dripping venom. "When I get free, I'll ruin you—"
Heena smiled sweetly and selected a 'delicate silver chain with adjustable tension rings'. She leaned in close, ignoring his curses, and slipped the first ring around the 'base of his cock', tightening it firmly. Then a second ring higher up.
Adrian's breath exploded out of him. "NNGH—bastard—cursed—!" His hips jerked forward involuntarily, golden eyes blazing with rage even as his body betrayed him. The rings amplified every throb into torment, but he bit down on vile curses instead of pleas. "Filthy—demon—I'll burn this place—"
Heena hummed a playful trill, reaching for a 'curved glass probe with internal beads'—smooth, cool, designed for deep stimulation. She coated it with scented oil and pressed the tip against his 'rear entrance', forcing it in slowly despite his thrashing.
Adrian's composure shattered but his mouth didn't. "AH—YOU SICK BITCH!" His voice cracked into a raw shout, body arching violently against the pillar. The beaded probe stretched him, each ridge magnified a hundred times. His thighs quivered, but he snarled through gritted teeth. "I'll gut you—filth—rot in hell—"
"Mmm-hmm," Heena sang softly, twisting the probe. Adrian's head snapped back, a guttural roar escaping him. "GODDAMN WHORE—TAKE IT OUT—!" Sweat poured down his face, golden skin flushed crimson, but his curses only grew more vicious.
From the tray, she picked up a 'set of magnetic silver beads on a silk thread'. She draped the thread across his 'nipples first', letting the beads snap together rhythmically. Then positioned beads around his 'cock head and balls', the magnetic pull creating constant stimulation.
Adrian's defiance peaked into rage. "FUCKING CRAZY SLUT—I'll have your head—NNH—on a pike!" A deep, ragged sound ripped from his chest despite himself, hips bucking wildly. The combination was devastating—rings restricting, probe filling him, magnetic beads tormenting—but he spat curses between gasps. "Rotten—cunt—murderer—"
The other men watched in tense silence, impressed and horrified by Adrian's unyielding mouth even as his body convulsed.
Heena finally withdrew the probe slowly. Adrian shuddered violently but managed one final snarl. "When I—fucking—escape—"
She removed the rings and beads, leaving him slumped against the pillar, chest heaving, golden eyes still burning with hatred. He was wrecked physically but his spirit snarled defiance.
She patted his sweat-dampened cheek—harder this time. Heena hummed one final cheerful note, then turned back to her tray.
Her gaze settled on Lucian next. The general met her eyes with a glare, jaw set, clearly planning to outlast Adrian's resistance.
The nursery rhyme started again, light and sweet against his promised curses.
Heena's humming flowed unbroken as she turned to Lucian. The scarred general's bronze skin glistened with sweat, his powerful frame trembling from exhaustion. The drug had worn him down hours ago—muscles quivering, breath ragged—but his dark eyes still burned with defiance.
"When I get out..." Lucian rasped, voice thick and slurred from fatigue, "...I'll make you pay... Empress..." The threat lacked its usual bite, coming out more like a tired growl than a promise.
Heena smiled softly and selected a 'thick leather paddle with embedded silver studs'—soft on the outside, intensely stimulating inside. She trailed it across his 'chest and abs first', letting him feel the weight. Then brought it down firmly on his 'inner thighs'.
Lucian's body jolted. "Nngh—damn you—" A deep groan rumbled from his chest, head lolling back. The studs pressed into hypersensitive skin, creating deep, throbbing pressure that made his legs shake violently.
Heena hummed cheerfully, switching to a 'set of graduated steel plugs on a chain'—smooth, weighted, increasing in size. She coated the smallest with oil and pressed it against his 'rear entrance', working it in slowly despite his weak attempts to tense.
"Get that—out of me—" Lucian's voice cracked, barely above a whisper now. His massive frame shuddered, the intrusion overwhelming his drugged, exhausted body. Each breath came slower, heavier, as the plug seated deep. "You'll regret... this..."
"Mmm-hmm-hmm," Heena trilled, attaching the next larger plug to the chain and easing it alongside the first. Lucian's eyes fluttered half-closed, a low, broken moan escaping despite himself. His scarred chest heaved, bronze skin flushed dark red, every muscle visibly straining then giving way.
She finished with a 'vibrating cock ring with internal beads'—silver, pulsing rhythmically. She slid it down his length, settling it at the 'base while the beads pressed inward against his shaft'.