Varg stepped back for a moment, his chest heaving as he stared at the damp patch forming on the silk between her legs.
The sight seemed to snap the last thin thread of his patience.
"This rag," he growled, grabbing the neckline of her delicate nightgown with both hands. "It's hiding the view."
Before Elara could even gasp, he yanked his hands apart violently.
RRRIIIP.
The sound was sharp, and the thin fabric shredded down the middle, the silk cloth failing instantly against his brute strength.
The gown fell open, hanging in tatters from her shoulders like broken wings, leaving her completely exposed to the damp cave air and his hungry gaze.
"No!" Elara cried out, instinctively trying to curl her legs up to cover herself, but the ropes and her own weakness made the movement sluggish and futile.
Varg didn't speak. He just stared.
Her body was bathed in the pale blue light, her heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts heaving with her panicked breaths, the nipples hardened to tight, dark peaks by the drug and the cold.
Her stomach quivered, and below that, the dark triangle of hair was glistening, betraying her resistance.
"A masterpiece," Varg murmured, his voice thick with lust. "And all for me."
He stepped in, closing the distance until his fungal leather armor pressed against her bare skin.
The friction of the cold, rough leather against her sensitive, feverish belly drew a sharp, involuntary hiss from her lips.
He didn't wait.
His rough hands flew up, cupping her heavy breasts, squeezing them with a bruising possessiveness.
"So full," he grunted, his thumbs circling the hardened nipples roughly. "I wonder what you taste like."
He didn't give her time to beg.
He buried his face in her chest, his unshaven stubble scraping against her soft skin like sandpaper.
He captured one rigid nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling aggressively.
"Ahhh—uhh!"
Elara threw her head back, a broken, guttural sound escaping her throat.
It was meant to be a scream, but the Siren Mushroom twisted it into a loud, wanton moan that echoed off the cave walls.
The sensation was electric.
Like a jolt of pure, corrupted pleasure that shot straight from her breast to her pussy, making her hips buck involuntarily against him.
Varg groaned into her skin, feeling her reaction. He continued to bit down lightly, just enough to sting, before soothing it with a wet lick.
"You like that, don't you?" he mumbled against her wet skin, looking up at her with wild eyes. "You're trembling."
She tried to kick him, to use her legs to push him away, but the drug had turned her limbs to jelly.
Her movements were sluggish, underwater.
Her knee raised feebly, aiming for his midsection, only for Varg to catch her leg easily.
He laughed and hooked her leg over his hip.
Now she was even more open to him, her most private area completely exposed to his hungry, predatory gaze.
The cool air of the cave brushed against her inner thighs, making her skin prickle.
He released her breast, leaving it wet and red, and let his hand slide down her torso, over her navel, and plunged his fingers into the wet pussy between her thighs.
Elara gasped, her eyes rolling back as her eyes shut, tears leaking out, but she couldn't block out the sensation.
He brutally thrust two fingers inside her.
"Nnngh!" Elara threw her head back, a loud, involuntary moan escaping her lips.
The sensation was overwhelming.
The friction was too much for her sensitized nerves to handle; her body was primed for this, desperate for it, even as her mind screamed in horror.
She hated him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to rip his throat out.
But her hips bucked forward, seeking more pressure, seeking release from the burning hollow in her belly that the drug had created.
It was a betrayal of the flesh, the ultimate humiliation.
Varg on the other hand found her slick and ready, the drug having done its work perfectly.
"Look at how wet you are for me," Varg taunted, pumping his fingers rhythmically. "You're practically begging for a real cock."
He withdrew his hand, bringing his wet fingers up to her face.
"Smell it," he commanded, smearing her own scent across her lips. "That's the smell of a woman who knows where she belongs."
"It's… the poison," she sobbed, her head hanging low, her long black hair falling forward to offer a shred of modesty. "It's not real… I don't want you."
"Does it matter?" Varg whispered, stepping closer.
"No.. please don't, I beg you!" She protested softly, but even that felt seductive under the influence of drugs.
He grabbed her chin with rough fingers, forcing her head up to look him in the eyes. "Your mouth says no, but your body is weeping for me."
He released her chin and raised the leather belt again.
"You are still resisting, you need to learn a lesson, Elara. You need to learn that your body belongs to me and only me."
Snap.
The leather struck her bare flank, a sharp, stinging line of fire.
"Ahhh!" Elara screamed, her body jerking violently against the ropes.
But the scream turned into a ragged, confused gasp as the pain instantly morphed into a rush of endorphins and heat, flooding her senses.
Her legs continued to tremble uncontrollably, her toes curling against the wet mossy floor.
"See?" Varg mocked, watching her reaction with sadistic glee. "You liked that. You're twitching and cummings like a bitch in heat."
"I'll break you into a perfect bitch."
He struck again and again. Snap. Snap.
Sometimes the leather bit into her hips, sometimes it licked across the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Ahaaaa!!! Stop…stop.. please…" Elara begged, her voice breaking into a whimpering mess.
She didn't know what she was begging for anymore, for him to stop the pain, or for him to stop the confusing, overwhelming pleasure that was shattering her mind.
Her body felt like it was burning up, a fever pitch of need that she hated herself for feeling.
"Beg louder," Varg growled, dropping the belt.
He stepped in between her legs, his hands gripping her waist firmly. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
He looked down, his eyes dark with lust, ready to claim the prize he had stolen.
With his other hand, he reached down to his trousers.
The sound of his zipper unfastening seemed louder than thunder in the small cave.
He freed himself, his dick springing out, hard and eager, pulsing in the cool air.