I Became a Slave to the Man I Abandoned Novel (Completed) - Chapter 147

Nox’s body jolted.

He was still dizzy, the ceiling spinning around him. But even amidst the disorientation, the sensation below was so vivid that he squirmed, pushing Feltion away with his legs.

Feltion, seemingly displeased with his actions, tugged on the arms he held, pulling Nox’s body closer. Simultaneously, his three fingers pressed firmly into Nox’s sensitive interior, the place he couldn’t endure.

“Ugh…!”

Nox gritted his teeth, tendons standing out along his arched throat. His two legs, which had been pushing Feltion away, trembled violently.

Nox panted, confused by the inexplicable heat that filled his body. With his vision still unfocused, pleasure relentlessly shook him.

Hmph, a sound of him mis-swallowing a breath was heard. Feltion smiled gently, kissing Nox’s arched throat as if telling him to breathe properly. But the persistent probing of his fingers below didn’t stop, leaving Nox to helplessly gasp.

With both arms captured in one of Feltion’s hands, and his lower opening swallowing Feltion’s fingers, this feeling was undoubtedly unpleasant, but it held no importance for Nox at that moment.

Unreleased heat pooled heavily in his lower abdomen. Clear fluid beaded and dripped from the tip of his manhood.

“Th-this is…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just lie still.”

Nox finally managed to open his eyes properly and parted his lips. Feltion pressed his lips to Nox’s and smiled. Then he withdrew the three fingers he had inserted.

Squelch, with a wet sound as they pulled out, Nox’s hips trembled. As the fullness left, his rear opening naturally tightened. An emptiness tickled his lower passage.

Nox panted, looking around. It was an unfamiliar room, but seeing no windows, he instantly knew where he was. This was the rumored underground room Feltion had created.

“Ah, no…!”

And then, he belatedly realized who was on top of him. Nox felt his breath catch as he became aware that his clothes were completely gone and that he was already spread open for Feltion. He twisted his wrists, trying to escape, but due to the drug’s effects, he couldn’t properly exert strength. When he shook his head slightly, his vision spun again.

“Alright. Don’t fuss.”

Feltion looked down at Nox’s still unfocused face, then used the hand that had been probing inside to lift the back of Nox’s thigh. Something large, firm, and hot touched Nox’s wet opening. At the pressure, Nox widened his eyes and looked down.

“Ah, no, Your Majesty! No…!”

Nox suddenly gritted his teeth. He had lowered his head for a moment as he felt the glans slowly push its way in, but then he immediately rubbed the back of his head against the sheets again.

“Ah, h-ah, ugh…!”

His lower abdomen ached. Nox realized his body was acting strangely. It wasn’t just pain he felt. A wave of heat enveloped his entire body, welcoming the member that was forcibly tearing its way in. Ah, no, no. Nox twisted his hips. Of course, this only served to make it seem as though he was tightly clenching and chewing on the penetrating member.

“Hah… You…”

Feltion asked, his eyes gleaming, “I suppose you haven’t been with Estherion Launder, have you?”

The rear of someone who regularly received other men wouldn’t be this tight. Feltion pushed his hips deeper, burying his lips under Nox’s jaw. Nox squirmed, letting out a moan. Hah, huff. His breath kept catching.

His head was spinning. The heat pooling in his body made his rigid member forcefully expel thick fluid. Nox suddenly wanted to escape. If he had only felt pain, he wouldn’t be this confused.

His own body was reacting to the deeply penetrating member. He strongly denied the pleasure climbing his spine. No, this can’t be happening. No. As Nox denied reality, unable to even breathe, the Emperor whispered as if he could no longer hold back.

“Shit, it seems it’ll take a while to get it all in… Let’s just bear with it for a moment?”

The upward curve of his lips was unsettling. Before Nox could utter another word of protest, there was a thwack as Feltion’s hips forcefully hit Nox’s buttocks. A scream-like moan erupted. The member, forcibly driven to its innermost point, pressed firmly against a curved spot, and at the same time, Feltion took a short, sharp breath as the glans constricted tightly, then exhaled.

“Hoo, Nox?”

He looked down, unable to erase his smile. Nox was gasping, unable to breathe properly. The sight of him, eyes half-rolled back, panting without even swallowing his saliva, was enough to satisfy Feltion.

“I’ll move slowly.”

Nox struggled. Feltion pressed him down. Pleasure forcibly overwhelmed him. He turned his gaze upward, and Feltion’s face, darkened by shadow, filled his vision.

Feltion’s eyes were dangerously fixed on Nox. Nox squirmed several times, as if desperate to escape, but the feverish heat of his body, Feltion’s crushing weight, and his numb limbs left him powerless.

Feltion slowly withdrew his hips. Should he say he was keeping his promise from before? Nox desperately shook his head.

“No, don’t, don’t you dare…!”

There was a thwack. Though Feltion withdrew slowly, the sudden, forceful thrust made Nox writhe. Only his trembling body remained beneath Feltion, unable to pant or scream. Nox’s member finally spurted fluid. The forcibly reached climax pushed his mind to its limit.

“Why, your body seems honest though.”

“Ah, ahh…”

Despair and pain reflected in Nox’s black eyes. Feltion moved his hips to forcibly change the emotions reflected in Nox’s eyes. With the violence of pleasure.

“No, ah…! Ugh! Hmph…!”

Squelching sounds and the thud of skin against skin echoed loudly. Nox’s screams grew higher, but no one in the deep underground could hear them.

No one but Feltion, who was forcibly violating him, and Khalid, who was bound and forced to watch.

“Feltion!” Khalid snarled, baring sharp teeth, calling out as if to tear him apart. He repeatedly tried to pull his chained arms free, tearing his skin until blood seeped out. But still, he couldn’t escape. Like Nox, Khalid too. Despair slowly filled Khalid’s eyes.

“Stop, don’t! Feltion!”

How long do you intend to leave scars on him? Khalid’s eyes were bloodshot. Red veins burst, staining the whites of his eyes crimson.

Squish, squish, thud. Smack. Wet skin stuck together and pulled apart. Feltion’s member, forcibly thrust into the tight opening, plunged inward and slowly scraped against the inner walls as it withdrew, repeating the motion. Nox’s moans were steeped in forced pleasure, and tears finally fell from his eyes. Blood trickled from his bitten, bruised lips, mingling with the tears welling in his eyes.

Feltion bent down, peering closely into Nox’s eyes, which were a mix of despair and pleasure. Nox squeezed his eyes shut. At that, Feltion gripped his jaw and commanded, “Open your eyes.”

“…H-huff, gasp.”

“It’s a beautiful sight, so don’t close your eyes.”

He pressed down on Nox’s hips, moving as if to dig into the deepest part. Nox gripped Feltion’s shoulders, digging in his nails and scratching. He uncontrollably convulsed. Nox hated this body. No, he hated all of this.

Stop, stop. Don’t. I hate it. Don’t.

He felt as though he had screamed it countless times, but the electrifying pleasure that surged through him was beyond his control. Nox clutched the sheets with trembling hands. When Nox squirmed, pushing at the sheets with his heels, Feltion looked down, waiting patiently for a moment. Hating that, Nox tried to pull his body back. At that, Feltion smiled lightly.

“I don’t particularly enjoy tag on the bed.”

He gripped Nox’s ankle tightly, pulling him back down instantly. And at the same time, he shoved his own into Nox, thrusting it in with a violent push. Nox let out a silent scream. His vision went white from the pleasure that had risen to a level that felt like his head was burning.

It was utterly cursed.

Nox wept and wept, gasping. He didn’t want to feel pleasure. He didn’t want this. Ah, stop, don’t. His mind was filled with pleas, but there was no opportunity to voice them.

Feltion leisurely thrust his hips, his embedded member pushed firmly inside. He felt Nox convulse with each thrust. Nox, unable to properly lift his body due to the drug’s effects, stared up at him with wide, vacant eyes.

“I…”

Feltion whispered softly into his ear, “I want to be in your nightmares.”

A dark gaze followed him. Despair, hatred, murderous intent, and forced pleasure—everything mixed in Nox’s blurred vision, directed at Feltion. Feltion smiled, pleased by it.

Nox was acutely aware that his body was behaving strangely. Yet, the self-reproach of being played like a puppet in Feltion’s hands wouldn’t leave him. He should never have let his guard down. He should have trusted no one. As time passed, only self-abusive thoughts churned in his mind, and Feltion’s thrusts crushed him, seemingly encouraging those thoughts. In his swaying vision, Feltion smiled with infinite tenderness.

“Ugh, ah…! St-stop…!”

Nox hated Feltion’s smile. At the same time, he was terrified. His mind became increasingly tangled.

Nox ultimately uttered something else instead of pleading for it to stop. Feltion’s face, reading his trembling lips, grew cold.

“Well…”

If this is how it’s going to be, then just…

“I don’t want to.”

Just kill me instead.

Nox’s plea was ultimately swallowed by Feltion’s maw.