Ryker's mean smile grew bigger as he moved closer to Zeph. His fingers touched the bottom of her clothes, ready to lift them up. But Zeph grabbed the fabric tightly, holding it down.
"Don’t you think it's weird?" she asked, trying to sound confused and unsure. "Stripping in front of everyone?" Ryker's smile started to fade. He looked at Zeph suspiciously, then slowly turned his head to look at Ashral.
“Why is she questioning me?” His voice carried a dangerous edge, his amusement quickly fading. “She’s supposed to obey without hesitation.” His eyes narrowed. “Isn’t that what you were supposed to do?”
Ashral remained silent.
The lack of response only fueled Ryker’s fury. He snarled and hit Ashral hard. She hits the wall, gasping for air. Zeph felt a wave of fear. "Stop!" she shouted, unable to control herself. Without thinking, she rushed forward, and stood in front of Ashral. The room became silent.
Zeph froze. Shit, my cover has been blown.
Ryker stared at Zeph with a scary, amused smile. "Ah, interesting..." he said, taking a slow step closer. His smile grew more evil. “It seems the poison has worn off.”
Zeph clenched her fists, feeling angry with herself.
How could I be so stupid?
Ryker chuckled. "You believed you could deceive me?" The guards seized her arms and dragged her back before Zeph could even react. Ryker knelt beside Ashral, who was shaking and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Leave her alone. It’s me you want. She didn’t want to do this in the first place.”
Ryker scoffed. “There is something you should know, Zeph. "Don’t you ever think you can escape from me?” He turned to Ashral. “And as for you, you should remain loyal. You might have lived longer.”
Ryker stabbed his claws into Ashral's stomach to her shock. A disgusting sound filled the air as blood poured out of the wound. Ashral let out a choked gasp.
“No!” Zeph screamed, her voice raw with anguish.
Ryker let Ashral drop to the ground, watching as she bled out, her breath growing shallow.
Zeph thrashed against the guards, her vision blurred with tears. “Take me instead!” she begged. “Please—just save her!”
Ryker turned to her, and felt so satisfied to see her in despair. “And why would I do that?” He leaned in close, savoring her anguish. “This should become a lesson for you. No one can save you from me.”
Zeph’s whole body trembled.
“I don’t need her brainwashing powers anymore,” he mused. You are going to break mentally, sooner or later. It’s just a matter of time and time is on my side.”
Camille chuckled from the side, arms crossed, watching with amusement.
“I think I am beginning to love this look in your eyes.The look of shattered hope,” she remarked.
Zeph’s face fell, her shoulders slumped, and she stopped struggling against the restraints.
Ryker smiled at her reaction before telling the guards, "Take her back to the dungeon. "Don't give her food." He grabbed her chin tightly. "When she agrees to become my puppet, feel free to let me know."
Zeph glared at him but didn't speak. He laughed softly, rubbing his thumb on her lip mockingly before pushing her away. The guards pulled her away, dragging her to the dungeon. Ryker turned to Ashral's body, lying in a pool of blood. He scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Throw it away,” he ordered.
Camille stepped forward, putting her hand on Ryker's chest. "You handled that perfectly," she said sweetly.
Ryker exhaled deeply, his mood shifting. The thrill of watching Zeph break made him so excited. He turned his gaze to Camille.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he said. "How did you figure it out?" Camille smiled, moving closer. "Just my instincts," she said softly, touching his chest. Ryker watched her for a moment, then smiled. “You do have a knack for this. How about we continue this in your room?”
“I would love that.”
As soon as Camille spoke, she turned and walked away, swaying her hips confidently while Ryker followed her without hesitation. As soon as they entered her room, Ryker pushed her against the door.
“You enjoy power, don’t you?” Ryker whispered, his breath hot on her neck. Camille chuckled softly, tilting her head. “Only when it’s in the right hands.” Ryker smiled, then kissed her forcefully, holding her tightly against the door.
He stopped kissing her and moved his lips down her neck, roughly biting the sensitive skin. Camille gasped and leaned into him. That’s it…I am the only one that can show off this side of yours. She thought.
Ryker's hands moved over her body, removing her clothes and revealing her lace-covered breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he groaned. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her close. She felt his arousal pressing against her.
With his hands moving up her thighs, Ryker knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down. His tongue then found her clitoris as he buried his face between her long legs.
With her hands squeezed in his hair, Camille let out a cry. She went wild as Ryker inserted two fingers into her pussy and curled them upward. The room echoed with Camille's moan as she bucked against him. "Damn, Ryker," she panted. "I need you inside me"
Ryker stood up, his body eager for more. He lifted Camille and wrapped her legs around him, carrying her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down, then removed his clothes as Camille watched.
His body covered hers as he joined her on the bed, his cock pressed against her entrance as he gave her a deep kiss. Camille spread her legs wide and they both groaned as he slowly slid into her.
Ryker whispered, his hips starting to move, "You always taste too good." With her legs wrapped around him, Camille pushed him closer. Their bodies began to move in unison and their groans filled the room as the bed was shaking under them.
"Harder," a panting Camille said. "Please go harder, I need your big dick all inside of me."
Ryker obeyed, his thrusts getting faster. Camille's breath came in sharp gasps as her nails dug into his back.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed as her orgasm erupted. Ryker followed, his cock throbbing inside her. Sweat slickened their bodies as they fell together. Ryker turned over on his back and dragged Camille along with him, straddling him. Her hair was all over her face as she smiled at him.
I have him right where I want him. Now to get rid of Zeph once and for all.
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Back in the dungeon, as soon as the guards left, Zeph stood up, brushing off her clothes.
“Can’t wait to get home and scrub off every disgust from Ryker’s touch.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself before turning to the guard who had been stationed outside her cell.
"You were right," Zeph crossed her arms. "The plan actually worked." The guard smiled, stepping closer, and Zeph didn't hesitate. With a wave of her hand, the air around the figure shimmered and slowly, the illusion disappeared, revealing Ashral in disguise.