The 937th Frequency

  The Queen's struggle began to wane. Her earlier defiance drained away, leaving behind exhaustion and weariness that weighed heavily on her limbs. Tolius kept her firmly in place, his grip unrelenting, as she ceased resisting.

  The General, his expression never shifting from that ominous approval, leaned back in his chair with an almost casual ease. The sharp strike of a match was the only sound that broke the uneasy silence as he lit the tobacco. She thinks to herself, trying to understand what is happening surrounding her. ~What..? He smokes? So casually. I...~.

  As he leaned forward softly from his seat and exhaled towards her, narrowing his eyes in contentment, a cloud of smoke wove towards the Queen, who now hung limply in Tolius's hold. She gasped and coughed, her breathing slowing.

  "You know," the General began, his voice low and measured, "you're going to thank me for this." He took another drag, savoring the flavor before exhaling slowly. "Think of it as your evolution training."

  Her senses were overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions raging within her. Her thoughts were muddled and foggy; she couldn't even register what the General had just said. She just heard background noise. The room felt oppressive, and the tension in her neck rose, making it hard to think and swallow.

  Tolius, still holding her securely, exchanged a glance with the General, who offered a slow nod in return. With another exhale towards her full of smoke and the smell of cologne, he narrowed his eyes as he considered her. "You could have resisted longer," he mused, almost as if talking to himself. "But it seems your energy, your will," he pauses, his voice low and measured, "is still adjusting. That's understandable."

  The Queen stirred slightly at his words, a flicker of defiance or fear surfacing beneath her fatigue. She couldn't see him, but she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, assessing, calculating.

  As she could not relax, the General had no intention of allowing her to rest. With a deliberate flick of his wrist, he searched for something unseen on his desk—out of the many controls and keyboards on his office desk, he activated a button. The General smirked, looking at her, sighing slightly. He said, "I always wanted to try this on someone," while approving Fereyan. "I knew you'd be fast renovating around here."

  Not a moment longer, and after he stopped talking, a low pulsating hum emanated from the walls, sending tremors through the ground beneath her feet. The vibrations struck her with surprising intensity, washing over the body in waves. It started at her feet, creeping upward, and as the sensation deepened, her body responded involuntarily. Her spine arched, her muscles tightening in Tolius's grasp. She moaned hard and yelled, her head falling backward, her mouth wide open in shock and tremor. Her voice trembles as she struggles to mutter, "Please, sir!!" straining. "I don't like this.".

  The General was still seated and, with the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes, observed her with interest. The vibrations grew stronger; every pulse seemed to strip her away of her defense layers, leaving her exposed and vulnerable yet locked in relentless pleasure that built with each passing second. He allowed himself to say something that almost made Fereyan choke. "What you feel is called shortly, frequencies. Not the most amazing name, but..." he pauses abruptly, hearing Fereyan's throat clearing and her shuddering breaths. "The intensity of it all .... You see -" he stops, voice filled with excitement, "what it does is use a special frequency for making little pets like you submissive." he smirks, enjoying every moment, "Exactly 937 frequencies combined," he laughs finally, no being able to resist his excitement. "The process is long, and my dear loyal ensured everything went as planned."

  She struggled against Tolius's hold, his words engraving deep, making her run, but she couldn't. She struggled, strained from the overwhelming force of sensations. Her mind writhed, her dark blue lips parting as though to speak, but no words came. The special blindfold over her eyes only intensified the experience.

  His movements were slow and calculated as he took another long drag from the tobacco, allowing the smoke to drift lazily around him before releasing it with an air of satisfaction. His eyes, flickering faintly with the same purple glow, focused on the Queen as she trembled in Tolius's hold, her once-proud figure now bowing under the force of the invisible waves rippling through her.

  "Feel that?" the General asked, his voice deep and steady, "It's the sound of your mind breaking to my will." He tilted his head slightly, watching her closely as her body quivered. The vibrations seemed to be responding to his will, shifting in rhythm and intensity as if they were an extension of his control over her. She was toyed with, her body and mind manipulated by things she could neither see nor resist. Her breaths were low, moaning and groaning, pleading and begging as her body swayed between exhaustion and the potent pleasure ripping through her.

  The General rose from his chair slowly, his steps measured and deliberate as he approached her. His presence felt like a shadow looming over her, though she couldn't see him; she could only feel the raw presence of his body. The faint scent of the burning tobacco, the cologne, and the alcohol lingering in the hair created an intoxicating mix that filled her senses, further deepening her submission.

  "You can't resist anymore, I know that," he remarked, his voice smooth with a hint of amusement. "But we aren't done yet." With a slight gesture on the panel in front of him, gliding it upward, he intensified the vibrations, sending another jolt through her body, this one even more potent than the last. The Queen's back arched sharply, letting an uncontrollable moan escape her lips. The pleasure rose from her feet like a thermometer to her thighs, sending a slight ripple to her insides. From the insides, the pleasure intensified, going upward and upward, finally reaching her brain. She just whimpered and cried, overwhelmed; she left herself in Tolius's hold ultimately, sweating and trembling.

  The General reached out, brushing a hand over her shoulder slightly. The touch was almost gentle, contrasting his commanding force over her body. "You're adjusting faster than I expected," he mused. "Good," he said softly, almost as if rewarding her. "You're learning."

  She flinched and tried to get back on her feet, to break free by wiggling them, but Fereyan, removing himself from the position near the door, came and intervened by kicking the back of her knee softly. The pressure of the kick created an explosion-type sensation coursing through her body, making her yell and moan. "No!!, Please!!, I..." her voice trembling, she continued with a moan that she couldn't control. "Augh!!"

  Fereyan seated himself a bit further away, ensuring everything was under control.

  His hand hovered just above her skin, close enough for her to sense the warmth of his touch, but he withheld the contact, savoring the moment. The Queen's lips parted as if to protest, but the words wouldn't form. Instead, a soft exhale slipped through, her chest rising and falling with effort. Her entire world had shrunk to the feeling of the vibrations, the hum that seemed to resonate within her very bones, the low, commanding timbre of the General's voice. He let the silence hang before speaking again, this time more to himself. "Good. You're breaking beautifully."

  Moving with measured deliberation, he extended his fingers, tracing a line along the nape of her neck beneath her hairline. There, he applied gentle pressure as if gauging her response. This area, ripe for manipulation, was a sensitive nerve cluster that, when stimulated, created a wave of sensation traveling up her spine. His hand then glided lower, following the gentle curve of her back, before resting just above her lower back. With meticulous accuracy, his thumb pressed into another key point along the middle of her back, where the nervous system converged and radiated its signals throughout her frame. The intensity of the vibrations escalated with this pressure, causing her to arch again as if an unseen force struck her.

  The Queen's voice trembled, barely more than a whisper, as the sensations overwhelmed her.

  "Sir..sir..please..." she murmured, her utterances coming with shudders of unrestrained pleasure.

  "Gahh.." she gasped, her breath catching as another surge of ecstasy washed over her.

  "Sir..!" she strained and moaned, her voice wavering between a desperate plea and longing.

  "Please...please.." her voice cracked, the very word becoming a conduit for the sensation that engulfed her.

  Sensing her unraveling, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction before stepping back into the room's shadow. His gaze flicked toward Tolius, a silent command passing between them. Tolius released his hold on her, her limp body momentarily swaying and then catching itself. Her exhaustion was apparent, but a lingering tension kept her upright. She could feel the eyes of both men on her, calculating, assessing, and though she couldn't see them, their presence was palpable, stifling. The silence that remained around them made the air seem thicker and heavier.

  "Fereyan," the General called out, his voice smooth but sharp, cutting through the haze like a blade.

  From the corner of the room, where he had remained silent, Fereyan stepped forward, his long, deliberate strides echoing softly against the floor. Unlike Tolius, Fereyan's movements were measured, almost predatory, yet imbued with a strange grace. The Queen's senses, though dulled, registered his approach, the subtle change in the air making her uneasy. She stepped back, her knees trembling under her weight, her hands in the air before her to brace herself for balance.

  "Time for a new approach," the General continued, a faint note of anticipation in his tone. "I believe she's ready."

  Fereyan approached her closer, from behind, taking hold of her shoulders. His cold and firm touch was gentler than Tolius's but no less commanding. He pushed her forward without a word, guiding her toward somewhere unseen. Tolius, now standing at the General's side, observed her, his usual silent demeanor betraying nothing of what he thought. Yet there was an unmistakable tension in how he watched her as if waiting for the precise moment to strike. The General gave him a brief nod, and Tolius moved forward, positioning himself on the other side of the Queen, his presence looming, though he did not yet touch her.

  Fereyan, sensing her heightened sensitivity, traced a finger lightly along her arm. She shivered under his touch, her body betraying her once more, leaving her in anticipation, on the edge of tethering between submission and resistance.

  "Let's see how well you've learned," Fereyan whispered, his voice low, almost intimate.

  He approached her body so close they could feel each other's warmth. His bulge was now hard and erect, pressed on her body, twitching occasionally. She wiggled to break free from his grasp, but he was too strong. He reached from behind her, his hand slipped between her legs, and he chuckled low in his throat as he discovered just how wet she was, her downside slick with desire. Fereyan continued to tease and tantalize her, his touch growing bolder and more insistent as he pushed her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

  In a sudden yelp, she voices, "Stop! Please...I- am.." and she trembles, her body and muscles straining, her legs tightening together and almost falling on her knees, but his arms were holding her weight. Now, her liquid on his hand released, her insides tightened and sensitive, she gasps for air and cries in pleasure.

  The General watched from his position, his eyes narrowing slightly as Fereyan's hands did their job. But this wasn't enough for the General. He wanted more, something more profound.

  The General's gaze flicked toward Tolius with a single nod; he gave the unspoken order. Tolius's hands moved swiftly, one arm wrapping around the Queen's waist, pulling her close to him. She could feel the solid warmth of his body against her back, the weight of his presence grounding her in the moment and reminding her of her powerlessness. His other hand reached up to cup the back of her neck, firm but not harsh, a steadying influence as the vibrations strengthened.

  The subtle, shifting vibrations, the careful manipulation by Fereyan, and now the commanding grip of Tolius—it was all too much.

  "Let her go," the General ordered.

  They complied, releasing her just as the frequencies ceased. The sudden lack of stimulation left her swaying on her feet, her muscles betraying her, and for a brief moment, she felt as though she might collapse. But then Fereyan was there, his hand catching her, keeping her upright as her body struggled to adjust to the sudden absence of touch and sensation.

  "Good," Fereyan murmured, his voice soft in her left ear. "You're learning."

  She could barely process his words. She was too far gone, lost. Along with her exhaustion, she felt a weird change inside her. The General approached once more, his steps slow and deliberate. He stood before her, his eyes searching her face, taking in the subtle changes.

  "Now," the General said softly, his voice a low, resonant hum, "we begin again."

  He stepped forward, close enough that she could feel his presence. She sensed her captor's proximity, yet no words came out. She had long since lost the strength to protest, the last of her defiance crushed under the weight of their games.

  With a swift motion, he reached up and tore away the blindfold. The sudden flood of light burned her eyes, forcing her to squint as the dim glow of the room came into focus. Blinking rapidly, she struggled to adjust, her vision clearing just enough to see the vague outlines of the men surrounding her. The General stood closest, his face a mask of controlled authority, while Tolius and Fereyan remained slightly behind, their expressions unreadable but their roles clear.

  "Look at me," the General commanded his voice firm but not raised. There was no need for volume; his words alone carried the weight of absolute power.

  She hesitated, her eyes flickering upward, meeting his cold gaze. There was a flicker in her eyes, maybe defiance - she frowned, gritting her teeth - but she faltered, exhaling and gasping, her frown disappearing.

  "You're learning," the General continued, pacing in front of her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "But not fast enough."

  As he moved, the low hum returned, vibrating through the floor beneath her feet, this time gentler but more insistent, as if coaxing her back into submission. Her body responded without permission, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the frequencies. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the sensation snaked its way up her legs, coiling in her chest, pressing against her will.

  Fereyan stepped forward, his fingers grazing her arm lightly, teasing her skin. "We're just getting started," he murmured, his voice smooth and intimate. His subtle touch sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, amplifying the vibrations beneath her. He paused just behind her, allowing his hand to rest lightly on her shoulder, the weight of his presence enough to shiver through her tired body.

  Tolius took her wrist, holding her steady, his grip unyielding as her legs buckled slightly, her body no longer able to support itself. She leaned against him instinctively, the last vestige of her power and defiance sleeping away as she sought stability, even in her captor.

  "You're almost there," the General whispered, his voice commanding all the same. His hand rested briefly on her cheek, a condescending and possessive touch. "Just a little more… and you'll be free."

  The Queen's mind spiraled, the words wrapping around her like chains. She knew that she had lost the battle.

  And that terrified her.

  Guessing Kairoth

  The General's expression remained coldly indifferent, the flicker of amusement never far from his eyes. As he prepared to press the button again, a sharp knock echoed through the room, slicing through the tense atmosphere.

  Her head snapped toward the door as she struggled to suppress the tremor of fear and the still-lingering ecstasy that wracked her body. She used her voice to the best of her power, yelling for help. "H-Help, please!!! Help!!" and as quickly as she cried, Tolius rushedly muffled her mouth with his gloved hand.

  "Saved by the bell," the General mused with a faint chuckle. He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on the desk, his fingers lightly tapping the polished wood as if savoring the moment. "Fereyan, see who it is."

  Fereyan gave a curt nod and crossed the room with a quiet, measured stride. When he reached the door handle, their tensions seemed to pause.

  When he opened the door, there was stunned silence for a moment. Fereyan gasped audibly, his typically composed face paling as he said thoughtfully, "Oh." His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, and with a hesitant motion, he stepped back, holding the door open wider to allow the unexpected guest to enter.

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  The General watched, clearly intrigued by Fereyan's reaction, as he remained composed, but the surprise in his eyes was unmistakable as he murmured at the sight of it, half to himself, "Well, would I be damned. I forgot to make a phone call." His lips curved into a wry smile, though the casual air he tried to maintain didn't entirely conceal his surprise.

  Two figures stepped through the doorway, dressed in the same black trooper guard armor as Tolius and Fereyan. Their faces were obscured by masks that gleamed faintly in the dim light. These were the new guards—silent and imposing, their presence commanding attention. As protocol demanded, they had come to take over the shift, replacing Tolius and Fereyan.

  The Queen, still trembling, muffled in Tolius's gloved hand and grip, stared at the newcomers with wide eyes. The sight of the armored figures only intensified the fear that gripped her. Her body instinctively tightened as if preparing for some unseen threat. Her face contorted in a frown of ecstasy and terror.

  The General watched her closely, his amusement growing as he observed how her body responded to the tension in the room. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze flickering between the Queen and the new guards. "Quite the audience we've gathered," he said softly, almost as if he were speaking to her alone, though his voice carried through the room. His eyes gleamed with the same dark curiosity.

  Fereyan, still by the door, exchanged a glance with Tolius, who held her steady. The two men said nothing, but their unspoken understanding was clear - they would always follow the General's lead.

  With a dismissive hand wave, he gestured toward the two newcomers. "Take your positions."

  They stepped forward, their movement precise and controlled, and positioned themselves on the General's side behind his desk.

  "Well, then," the General said with a faint smile, returning his attention to the Queen. "Shall we continue?"

  The General stepped closer, his boots echoing against the floor as he approached her. "I wonder," he mused softly, leaning down so his voice was near her ear, "how much more you can take before you break completely."

  The General let out a soft chuckle as he observed her state. With a subtle gesture, he beckoned to the new left guard, who had stayed by his left side. His figure was imposing yet silent. The masked figure moved forward, casting an immediate, heavy aura over the room.

  "Let's see how well you guess," the General murmured, his voice a low, dangerous whisper as he glanced at the new guard. "Why don't we have a little game again? Like old times, hmm?" he ordered, putting the silver blindfold back on and getting his earlier results in her personality.

  The guard stopped just a few steps behind her, and the air around seemed to thrum with almost tangible energy. It was unlike anything she had felt before - intense, dominating, the air charged with raw electricity. Her body stiffened as the energy washed over her, her nerves sparking with a mixture of dread and pleasure. She bit her lip, trying to steady her breath, but this new person's overwhelming, raw, electrifying presence was impossible to ignore. She thought, ~There is no way he's human, what is he?

  The General's lips curved into a wicked grin as he watched her, clearly enjoying the sight of her body responding to the new arrival's energy. "Can you feel him?" the General asked, his tone dripping with dark amusement. "Go on, guess who it is."

  The guard remained silent, his energy alone enough to make her skin prickle. His presence was like an electrifying storm, crackling in the space between them. He bore down on her, suffocating and commanding. She couldn't see or hear him speak, but that was enough—a force that demanded submission.

  Without any notice, he traced over her arm slightly, barely touching, her mind racing, trying to piece together the puzzle and focus through the haze of sensations. ~Who was this? ~ Tolius? ...No..I don't think so..~, she thinks to herself. ~ Fereyan...No way, he has a sweet aura...~, she swallowed hard, strained to control her breathing, her lips parting as though to speak.

  The General watched her closely, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You seem... unsure," he taunted softly. "But don't worry, my dear. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out." He gestured again, allowing the guard to continue, intensifying the experience.

  The new guard didn't hesitate. His energy grew more forceful and direct as if his presence coiled around her, tightening his invisible grip over her senses. Her body trembled, and the enforcer's energy left her at his mercy.

  She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to regain control.

  "It's one of the new guards," she starts, her voice trembling. It was the most honest, logical answer she could muster. A part of her yearned for clarity, for some certainty in the chaos swirling around her.

  The flicker of satisfaction was unmistakable in his eyes. "Very good," he purred, his tone dripping with condescension. He tilted his head slightly, glancing toward the new guard. "Why don't you show her what happens when she guesses correctly?"

  Unfazed by the frequencies that passed through him without a bother, the guard was on a different level. His frequency was far beyond what she could comprehend, immune to the forces that had unraveled her so quickly.

  Toulius and Fereyan seemed too unaffected by the room's pulsating frequency. The power wielded here had little effect on those of a higher resonance.

  The guard presses slightly on her abdomen, sending a shock through her stomach that made her arch, touching his bulge with her butt." Mmhh!!" The sensation felt more grounded, more controlled.

  "You see," the General said, his voice smooth and measured, "each of my men has his unique contribution. You'll learn to appreciate their differences." He gestured toward Fereyan, who stepped forward, his eyes fixed on her through the mask.

  "Fereyan, assist him," the General commanded, his tone casual, as though ordering a routine task.

  Fereyan nodded silently and moved to her other side, his presence a heavy difference to the guard's electrifying energy. Where the new guard's energy was intense, Fereyan's was cold, calculated, sweet, and suffocating. She could feel the distinction between them as both men worked in tandem, their energies weaving together, pressing down on her from both sides. Her body reacted instantly.

  Tolius, still holding her firmly, glanced at the General, who was awaiting his following command.

  The General, his amusement growing, leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Tolius, don't just stand there."

  Tolius tightened his grip on her, his hands pressing down on her hips firmly. He activated his energy, a steady grounding force, that added to the escalating intensity. Between the three men, she could no longer discern where one force ended and the next began. Her body was now a vessel for their control.

  The General leaned back, satisfaction gleaming as he watched the interplay between her and his men. He took in every twitch of her muscles, every breath, savoring the power he held over her. "You'll come to know their touch," he whispered, almost to himself. "And in time, you'll crave it."

  The Queen's sobs broke through the suffocating tension in the room, her voice trembling as she pleaded, her resolve shattered under the relentless assault of sensation. "Please... stop, please, please...please." she gasped, her words barely audible between ragged breaths, the desperation in her voice palpable. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the blindfold that kept her in darkness, the fabric clinging to her skin like a constant reminder of her helplessness.

  A low, rough growl filled her left ear before her plea could settle in the air. The new guard leaned in close to her, the scent of metal and sweat heavy in the space between them. His distinct and jarring voice was unlike any she had heard before—deep, with an odd rasp, as if the growl dragged across gravel. It was a voice born of command and dominance, carrying a sharpness that sent a chill down her spine.

  "Shut it," he hissed, his tone dripping with disdain. His harsh voice sliced through the thoughts like a whip, silencing her instantly.

  She sobbed quietly, her body still trembling, still caught between these men, while the vibrations of the room kept swirling inside of her, tearing through her senses.

  "She's learning," the General mused, his tone almost casual yet dripping with authority. He observed her tears with detachment as if they were another facet of her submission.

  The new guard shifted his position in front of her. He brushed against her ear again as he leaned in closer, his voice low and throbbing with raw power. "Ah...look at you," he rasped, the words rolling out with a dangerous allure. His hand gripped her chin and tilted her head slightly upward, forcing her to face a reality she couldn't see but could feel.

  "Still fighting. But I can feel it- your body craves what your mind won't accept." His fingers tightened around her chin, forcing her head up just a fraction, his tone dipping into a dark, predatory tone. "You're not fragile, are you? You need the right push." His voice, coarse and dripping with control, ignited something primal in the air - a force she couldn't escape but one that put her deeper into submission.

  The General's gaze flicked from her trembling form to the guard holding her chin. "Let's see if she can guess again," he said smoothly, his voice tinged with amusement. "It's always interesting when they think they know who's in control."

  She tried to compose herself, her mind racing, the relentless assault on her senses. The energy shifted again, subtle but undeniable.

  Her heart pounded, the blindfold tightening the sensation of dread that spread through her veins. Whoever it was now seemed to be waiting as if savoring her uncertainty. The others took a step back, allowing her to guess correctly, except Tolius, who kept a hold on her so she did not escape or fall.

  The General silently leaned back in his chair, giving a slight, almost imperceptible nod to the second guard who stepped forward. "Perhaps this one will surprise you," he mused.

  A gloved hand brushed her chest. His energy wasn't rough like the new guard's—it was smooth, calculated, and controlled. She gasped softly, her body reacting to the touch before her mind could process it. The shift was sharp and distinct. The room seemed to pulse with renewed intensity.

  "It's… it's…" she stammered, her mind racing. The presence, this energy—it wasn't the unrestrained ferocity of the new guard. No, this was colder, more clinical.

  "It's Fereyan," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, but it carried an unexpected clarity.

  The General raised an eyebrow, his amusement deepening as he observed her. "Oh?" He didn't confirm or deny her answer, instead allowing the moment to hang in the air, thick with anticipation.

  The figure behind her moved closer, its presence growing stronger and more oppressive as if to smother her resolve. His hand slid down to her shoulder, and she winced at the coolness of the touch.

  Then, a voice—a low, icy whisper, unmistakable in its precision—cut through the stillness. "Good guess," Fereyan said, his tone dripping with detached authority, "but it's not finished."

  She whimpered as Fereyan's hand tightened just slightly, enough to remind her of his control. The General gave another signal, and the third figure approached, his presence suddenly overpowering, like a thunderstorm closing in.

  The General leaned back in his chair; his fingers steepled in front of him as he surveyed the scene before him. The quiet hum of control hovered around him like a crown of authority.

  Power Play

  "Take a breath, my queen," he said softly, almost mockingly. "We wouldn't want you to break too soon."

  The General's gaze fell on her thighs, where a trail of liquid had gathered, a heavy reminder of the sensations she had endured.

  With a faint smirk and a low voice, he said, "My, my," his tone carrying a subtle edge of amusement. "Aren't you quite the picture of submission? So open and yielding... for all of us."

  The General's eyes glimmered with a sinister delight as he gave a subtle signal to the new guard. The guard, understanding the unspoken command, began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the metal clinking filling the tense air.

  Still bound and helpless, she could do nothing but wait in terror as the guard's manhood was released from its confines, standing erect.

  Slowly teasing, the guard brushed the tip of his cock, against her glistening peach, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He wasted no time, approaching and going in slow, feeling her soft, silky cheeks, burying himself inside. A strangled moan escaped her lips, and from him, a deep guttural groan. He moved slowly and possessively, sending electrifying energy coursing through her body.

  As he continued, the General got closer to her ear and whispered, "Today's lesson, my dear, is energy digestion. "His voice was low and menacing. "Let's fill you up, shall we?"

  She could only whimper and moan in response, her body betraying her mind as it responded to the guard's rhythm and the sensation inside of her. The guard's face contorted in pleasure, beads of sweat dripping down his brow as he grunted, his voice deep and low. With a final, powerful thrust, he removed his guard mask, revealing his face to the room.

  The General's gaze shifted to the Queen, a dark, playful gleam in his eyes. "I bet you'd like to know his name, wouldn't you?" he said, bullying her needs. “Oh, you would be most intrigued by the name of our guard, wouldn't you, Your Majesty?" he teased, his voice laced with a mocking edge. His laughter was low and unsettling.

  He turned slightly to the guard, who met his gaze with a smirk. The two shared a moment of understanding. The General's words hung in the air.

  The new guard leaned in closer to the Queen, his breath warm and tantalizing against her ear. "I bet you'd like to know my name, wouldn't you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with a mocking undertone. "Or perhaps you'd prefer not to know?"

  Despite the overwhelming sensations cascading over her, she fought to retain her defiant composure. Her voice, though firm, wavered slightly under the strain. "No," she insisted, trying to mask the tremor in her tone. "I don't care. Just stop."

  His thrusts deepened with a slow force, pressing firmly against her with intensity while whispering, almost like a growl, "If you make a sound," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, every word infused with a resonant authority, "it means you want to know."

  Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mix of embarrassment and defiance coloring her expression as she tried to stammer, "Noo..."

  The guard's voice remained a steady, low rumble, dripping with a quality that seemed to seep into her essence. "Are you sure?” He inquired, his accent and presence almost hypnotic in their intensity, drawing her will and consciousness away with a nearly tangible force.

  She gasped and moaned hard, failing to resist the overwhelming sensations that surged through her.

  The guard's grip tightened around her, his movements becoming more insistent and urgent. "Well, since you've moaned for my name," he said, his voice thick with a groan as he pressed more resounding, "I'll spare you the anticipation," he said, going back to his original thrusting stance of uprightness.

  After a moment of silence, the guard's head tilted up in ecstasy, narrowing his eyes and frowning almost as if looking towards someone or just at the ceiling; with a sadistic face and maneuver, he then, in an instant - lowers his head down at her, as if looming towards on her, saying-

  "Kairoth," he declared with a commanding gravitas, the name rolling off his tongue.

  An electrifying wave of pleasure washed over her, sending her into an involuntary reaction of escaped repeated strained moans that she tried to cover and uncontrollably tremble beneath his grasp, making him groan in approval.

  Meanwhile, at the utterance of Kairoth's name, a surprised and almost ashamed moan escaped Fereyan. His azure eyes widened in astonishment, and he instinctively covered his mouth, a deep flush of color rising to his cheeks. The General's eyebrow arched in surprise, taken aback by the unexpected reaction. Tolius, observing the scene with a bemused expression, chuckled softly. He found a hint of humor in how Kairoth's name had such a profound and surprising effect on Fereyan, adding a layer of unexpected amusement to the charged atmosphere.

  "Kairoth," he repeated, his voice resonating with a commanding gravitas, each utterance laced with intensity. The name reverberated through her body once again.

  Kairoth's grip on her hips tightened with an insistent force, his touch pressing against her back with primal hunger. His movements became more deeper, driven by a high, thirsting need.

  Her voice, though strained, still held a hint of resistance. "Stop," she gasped, her words punctuated by shudders. "I... I don't want this."

  Kairoth's response was a low, approving groan. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, while pressing her insides. "Kairoth," he whispered again, his tone relentless. "Say it. Feel it."

  "No... please," she managed to say, her voice trembling with desperation. "I don't want to..."

  Fereyan, watching the scene with a mixture of shock and embarrassment, was affected by the repeated mention of Kairoth's name. He grunted and gasped for air, his attempts to maintain composure increasingly faltering.

  He looked to the General with a pleading expression, silently asking for help and protection as he struggled to cope with the unexpected reaction.

  Kairoth, sensing the effect he was having on both her and Fereyan, let out a low, satisfied growl. "Don't worry, Fereyan," he said with a dominating edge. "I'll come for you too."

  The words were laced with a potent promise, causing Fereyan's blush to deepen as he looked at the General with an expression of helplessness and urgency. The General, raising an eyebrow in mild amusement, observed the interplay while Tolius's chuckle resonated softly in the background, adding a layer of unexpected levity to the charged atmosphere.

  Her once strong voice now wavered with exhaustion and desperation. "No… stop," she protested, her breath ragged as she tried to hold her ground.

  Despite her best efforts to stay defiant, the pleasure Kairoth induced was overwhelming. A muffled gasp escaped her lips as her body reacted against her will.

  Kairoth's grip on her hips tightened, his movements becoming more urgent. "Say my name," he demanded again, his voice smooth yet uncompromising. "Say it, and it will make things easier for you,” he says groaning from the pleasure.

  "Kairoth," he intoned once more, his voice authoritative and unwavering. The pleasure the name evoked was palpable, and her body shuddered with every mention. Her attempts to remain defiant dissolved into helpless moans as she continued to react to his ability.

  "K-K," she stops herself, but when Kairoth hears her say the first letter in unison, he guides her verbally, almost like an instinct push. She says in unison with his commanding voice, "K-Kairoth. "She shudders her breath in embarrassment and willingness.

  "Well?" Kairoth asked, his voice rich with anticipation. "What now?"

  "Come on," Kairoth urged, his tone smooth and persuasive. "Just say it. What comes before my name?"

  Kairoth's tone grew more intense, his voice carrying an almost hypnotic rhythm. "Kairoth, who?" he asked, creating a heavy, charged pause. The tension in the room mounted with every second.

  Kairoth continued, his voice smooth and commanding. "There's something in front of my name. Guess the word."

  The Queen's resolve crumbled as her body quaked under the relentless pressure. "S-sir Kairoth," she finally managed to gasp, her voice breaking with submission, feeling a wave of pleasure coursing through her from her own words.

  Kairoth's satisfaction was evident as he looked toward the General with a triumphant smile. The name had achieved its desired effect, eliciting a profound response from her. Her body, now fully responsive, trembled uncontrollably beneath his grasp.

  Kairoth, still maintaining his commanding presence, finally ceased his rhythmic movements. He withdrew slightly, his eyes locking onto Fereyan while releasing himself on her butt, spilling everywhere on her, grunting in a smirk. The sight of Fereyan, blushing deeply with his bulge straining against his black trousers, was not lost on him. Kairoth gave Fereyan a wink while cumming, a gesture laden with anticipation and promise of what was to come.

  With a deliberate and controlled motion, Kairoth's grip on her hips tightened as he exerted more pressure. His face showed a mix of concentration and satisfaction as he finished. Then, with a smooth, almost nonchalant motion, he withdrew from the scene, his member still erect as if the intense scene had never happened.

  The General watched the entire exchange with a keen eye. A pleased, surprised smirk spread across his face as he clapped slowly, the sound echoing in the room. "Well, my," he said, his voice rich with approval and dark amusement, "if that wasn't a sight to behold."

  His expression shifted to one of mild surprise and amusement. "But you never gave her energy to digest. Not properly," he said nonchalantly, a hint of mockery in his tone.

  Kairoth's eyes widened in momentary forgetfulness, and he released a soft, surprised "Oh…" His expression then morphed into a sadistic smirk. "Well, that is unfortunate for her," he remarked.

  Without hesitation, Kairoth let her body slump to the floor. The sudden release of her weight caused her to collapse heavily, her form crashing onto the carpet. The fall smeared the evidence of their encounter across the General's richly adorned carpet.

  The General sighed deeply, his amusement tinged with a touch of exasperation. He surveyed the scene with a mixture of bemusement. "It's like a playground, really," he remarked, waving a hand dismissively. "Alcohol here, semen there… a bit later, who knows what else might end up where."

  He rubbed his nose, nonchalantly trying to alleviate the pressure of the situation. The General's tone was weary amusement as if the scene before him was just another day in a world of indulgence and unexpected turns.