The packet felt heavy in Niva's hands—heavier than anything she'd ever held. Not because of its weight, but because of what it meant. It held the hope of life, a second chance for her mother. But it also carried the cost of her own dignity.
She stared down at it, fingers trembling, then looked back at Auren.
He stepped closer. His voice lowered, not cruel, but cold—like someone stating a fact rather than making a request.
"I want one night," he said. "With you. No lies, no pretending. I want your body, your time. That's the price."
Niva's heart pounded in her chest. A million thoughts screamed in her head at once—disgust, shame, rage, sorrow. But louder than all of it was the sound of her mother's struggling breath behind her.
She swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice from breaking. "You want…sex? That's your price?"
Auren met her gaze, steady and emotionless. "Yes. Tonight. You give me what I want, and your mother lives."
There was no hesitation in his tone. No room for negotiation. The silence that followed was suffocating.
Niva looked back at her mother, still frozen in place, like a statue of what once was. Her face, pale and peaceful but slipping closer to death.
She closed her eyes tightly, as if trying to shut out the moment, trying to silence her conscience.
"I'll do it," she whispered. "But not because I want to… only because she deserves to live."
Auren didn't smile. He didn't gloat. He simply nodded, as though it was a transaction made.
"Then prepare yourself," he said. "Tonight belongs to me."
Niva's mind reeled, her body trembling as Auren's cold gaze pinned her in the grand hall, its marble floors icy beneath her feet. I'm a virgin, she thought, unmarried, untouched by any man.
Her mother's shallow breaths echoed, a cruel reminder of the stakes. I have no choice. Auren's power was her mother's only salvation, and her body was the currency. No one's ever looked at me like this, she thought, fear and shame warring with the strange pull of his presence.
"Strip," Auren commanded, his voice a blade slicing through the hall's heavy air. "Every fucking piece of clothing, Niva. Now." His eyes glinted, his cock straining against his trousers, a predator ready to claim his prize.
Her mind screamed, No, I can't! but her hands moved, betraying her, unfastening her dress with unnatural precision. I'm pure, I'm untouched, she thought, shame burning as the fabric fell, revealing her full, heavy boobs, nipples tightening in the cool air.
Her pussy glistened, wet despite her terror, a humiliating response she couldn't control. I've never been seen like this, she thought, her inexperience amplifying her dread.
"Now undress me," Auren ordered, his tone sharp with authority. I don't want to touch him!* her mind cried, terror spiking—she'd never seen a man's body, never imagined such intimacy.
But her feet shuffled forward, fingers trembling as they unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest, muscles taut under the dim chandelier light. Her hands pulled his trousers down, freeing his thick, pulsing cock, glistening with pre-cum.
He's controlling me like a puppet, she thought, guilt and fear twisting with a forbidden thrill she despised.
Auren seized her wrist, his grip iron, dragging her from the hall into her room. "On the floor," he growled, pulling her through the doorway, the wooden floorboards cold and unyielding beneath her.
This is my home, not his! her mind protested, but her body collapsed onto the hard surface, her boobs bouncing, her pussy throbbing with unwanted arousal. I'm a virgin, I've never done this, she thought, the weight of her sacrifice for her mother crushing her.
Both naked, Auren towered over her, his heat a storm swallowing her trembling form. Their lips crashed together, his kiss brutal, all teeth and hunger, claiming her mouth with relentless force.
I hate this! her mind screamed, fear surging—she'd never been kissed, her virginity making the intensity overwhelming. But her lips parted, her tongue tangling with his, driven by his enchantment. No one's ever kissed me like this, she thought, her pussy pulsing, her body craving despite her shame.
She moaned, "mmh," into his mouth, her big boobs pressing against his chest, sparking fire through her veins. Auren's hands roamed, rough and possessive, squeezing her heavy boobs, thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples.
"Fuck, these tits are perfect," he rasped, breaking the kiss to bite her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, making her gasp. *I'm untouched, this is wrong, she thought, her body arching under his control.
Her moan, "ohhhaah," escaped as pleasure surged, her inexperience making every sensation raw. He's the first to make me burn like this, she thought, no man's touch to compare, her virginity amplifying her shame.
Her mind fought with, guilt and fear clawing at her, but her body pressed closer, her pussy dripping, a virgin's body betraying her purity for her mother's life.
"On your knees," Auren ordered, voice thick with lust. I'm not a whore!* her mind screamed, terror gripping her—she'd never imagined oral sex, her innocence a shield now crumbling.
But her body sank to the floor, boobs grazing his thighs, eyes locked on his cock, thick and glistening with pre-cum. Her hands grasped him, guided by his will, her lips parting despite her protests. I don't know how to do this, she thought, trembling with fear.
She licked the tip, his sharp hiss fueling her shame. Her mouth stretched wide, taking him deep, tongue swirling awkwardly as she bobbed her head, sucking with forced intensity. "Fuck, Niva," Auren groaned, his hand knotting in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
Her moans, "nnh, aaahhh,," vibrated against him, her pussy throbbing, her body betraying her mind's desperate resistance. I've never done anything like this, she thought, her inexperience raw and humiliating.
No one's ever seduced me like this, she thought, no man's presence to compare to Auren's commanding force. Her body worked his cock, taking him deeper, her virgin inexperience no match for his enchantment.
Auren's hips bucked, his groans rougher, his cock swelling in her mouth. "Your mouth's fucking perfect," he growled, his control fraying under her forced effort.