sirène - Chapitre 0

ATTENTION: Moderate (?) NSFW

It was an extravagant and spacious room, decorated with pale white marbles on all sides. The interior had stubby gems and sculptures aesthetically lined up together, but there weren’t any small windows made in the room. It was a large paradigm of being obstructed from the world.

It was a room just for a woman, located at the deepest place inside the temple. Inside the room were two figures entwined together, respirer fortement.

Une épaisseur, white blanket glided down beneath the bed that was wrapped with a thinner fabric. It was because the man unfastened them, not wanting to see her small, limping hands relying on a piece of cloth.

“…….Seren.”

La personne, who had his face shoved underneath the woman and was sucking, a levé la tête. Seren steadied her roseate face with difficulty and met his eyes. Her knees were coming up high, near her chest as the man had grabbed her ankles and pulled them up at once.

“I heard you were being willful again.”

Even if there was no response that came to him, there wasn’t a trace of agitation in his face. It was the limit of the man who couldn’t do anything about Seren anymore. He continued on, as if he had expected this.

“Doing something alone is still dangerous.”

You know that you have a child. After adding those words, the man gently stroked the round and swelling stomach between the woman’s folded legs. Naturellement, even if she didn’t conceive, the situation wouldn’t be any different. Seren opened her sealed mouth and refuted him.

“I can do as much as taking a bath alone.”

“You can’t.”

The man didn’t leave Seren alone. He took measures to the extent there was always someone by her side, even inside the room; and leaving the room was only possible when she was with him. It was a repulsive anxiety and self-will.

Concluding with his resolute words, his mouth headed under again. As soon as its fairly warm temperature touched the vaginal entrance, the flesh flinched noticeably. The man kissed the woman’s privates that were getting more soaked here and there, as if the appearance was lovely. The squelching noises were vivid. Seren couldn’t do anything about the heat boiling up and closed her eyes tightly, her small toes curling.

His tongue climbed up a little bit more and swept her clitoris as if it didn’t know satisfaction.

“Uhhahhh, ah,"

Seren couldn’t hold herself back and trembled, stiffening her buttocks. She heard the sound of snickers coming underneath her. Seren did her best to free herself from him by any means while feeling his tongue continuously moving under her. C'était une sensation insupportable.

pourtant, the man only tilted his buried face slowly, following the direction where her lower body was moving. He rubbed his lips, burying the ridge of his nose on her bushes. Seren gathered her thighs while trembling all over, but his powerful grips caught her ankles and pried them open.

As if familiar with her weak disobedience, the man moved his hands to her curled toes and held it carefully after rubbing her ankles firmly. Though he did this while his face was still buried under her, it was an action he did, fully knowing that Seren’s toes would be curling.

je m'enfuirais tout de suite, Où, quand, ahh……”

The man immediately raised his head at her voice that sounded like she was on the verge of tears. His lips were the only ones glistening.

"Douloureux?"

His concern-filled eyes looked over every part of the female body thoroughly. It was while he let go of the feet and ankles he gripped, letting her legs stretch out completely. From some point on, the man would be overprotective and would halt everything when Seren showed any signs of pain or crying. He didn’t leave any exception, even if they were ‘tears’ she would shed when she couldn’t overcome the pleasure during their sexual intercourse.

“……. That’s not it.”

"C'est un soulagement."

The corners of his lips lifted and his smiling face was bright, showing his ‘relief.’ The man licked his damp lips with his tongue and cleaned it, then he slightly caressed Seren’s cheek with his hand. To Seren, it was a posture where she would lie prone after he would support her by raising her body with her feet and legs, so that she wouldn’t touch him. pourtant, his genitals were close to her and could be seen even when she lied down, so Seren expected the fact that their sexual intercourse would begin again.

“Until when do I have to live like this? Can I spend my days like in the past if I give birth?"

She asked the question, which she had asked some time ago, de nouveau. She sounded like she wanted the man to change his mind for her sake. Juste maintenant, she rebuked him, making excuses and using the child, so that he might present her a different answer if she asked him like this. pourtant, the man looked down at Seren with an expressionless face. Puis, after he changed her position,

“Ahhhohh…….”

He pushed the glands of his penis into her very soaked entrance. The size of the round tip that she wasn’t able to adjust into rushed in ruthlessly.

"Ce n'est pas possible."

The words he said to her while pushing his pillar in little by little was low and coarse. The man whispered as if assuring her.

“You must spend your days like this until you die.”

Even after you give birth, even after you age, and your black hair turns white.

“Your entire life.”

"Ahh, uuuu, oh…….”

It was an expression filled with madness. With his slow and meticulous hand, he caressed the ragged imprint that was engraved on the place where Seren’s ribs were. A sign of subordination that he himself engraved on her and also a curse that was dominating his mind. À ce moment là, the woman’s body responded, jumping as frightened out of her wits. The heat that suddenly came to her body that responded to the imprint. As if she had drunk an aphrodisiac, her sexual excitement rose to its limits and she felt giddy. Love juices suddenly gushed out underneath.

"Hein, ah!"

An overflowing amount of satisfaction came to the man’s face. He clasped her round breasts while he languidly pushed up her inner walls that were squeezing him. They were breasts that became more swollen while she had a child. The man was enticing Seren while he gently pressed on them. What I want is that I can bring you anything and make anything happen for you; you can go to places you want to go with me; it’s all for you, so hang in there just a little more— his words to her were like that.

Seren couldn’t respond at the voice reverberating in her ears and just bawled. Her eyes were already losing focus halfway. A smile spread across the man’s face as if he liked that.

Thoroughly investigating the people attending her for fear of the woman being killed, and making her unable to even go outside when he wasn’t there in fear of accidents happening to her; et en même temps, making anyone unable to even bring in sharp jewelry and ornaments in fear of her committing suicide. The man behaved despicably. Encore, his appearance did look a little miserable and servile, trop.

To Madat, who wielded absolute power as God’s proxy, it was an inappropriate appearance. A man chosen as the noblest being in the land. pourtant, la malédiction, which he, who was closest to God, couldn’t control, always made him uneasy, et à la fin, he let his beloved woman be locked up like livestock.

The person whom Madat loves dies no matter what.

‘Awakening’ was the beginning of the curse.

He didn’t know that the curse that was attached with his birth would haunt them a lot and befall on his and Seren’s lives. Madat embraced the woman tightly in his arms, trembling in joy and anxiety. As if crushing the terror that would continue throughout his life………