Silas stood, lifting Lily effortlessly and tossing her over his shoulder. She yelped, clutching at his back as he carried her out of the study and up the stairs.
He threw her onto the bed in his bedroom, following her down to cover her body with his own. His hands roamed her curves, pinching and teasing as he kissed her deeply.
"You're mine now," he murmured against her lips. "My little village slut. And I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied."
Lily whimpered, already feeling him hardening against her thigh. She knew this was wrong, that she should resist. But her body betrayed her, aching for more of his touch.
Silas smiled, sensing her surrender. He rolled off of her, patting her hip commandingly.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered. "I want to see that pretty ass in the air."
Lily hesitated for a moment before obeying, crawling onto her hands and knees and presenting herself to him. Silas growled approvingly, kneading the flesh of her bottom.
"So obedient," he praised, his fingers drifting down to tease her stillslick folds. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."
He positioned himself behind her, his thick cock pressing against her entrance. Lily tensed, remembering how large he was.
Silas leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll be gentle...this time."
With that, he thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion. Lily cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets as she struggled to accommodate him.
Silas began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back onto his cock as he fucked her.
Lily moaned, her body rocking forward with each thrust. Silas's other hand snaked around to play with her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his movements.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his breath hot against her neck. "So tight and wet. I could fuck you forever."
His words sent a shiver down Lily's spine. She knew she should be ashamed of how much she was enjoying this, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Silas increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.
"Come for me," Silas demanded, pinching her clit sharply. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
His words pushed Lily over the edge.
She screamed his name, her body convulsing as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Silas followed her over the edge, burying himself deep and spilling his seed inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. Silas pulled Lily close, his arms wrapping around her possessively.
"That was just the beginning," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to fuck you in every room of this house. On every surface. Until you can't remember anything but my name and my cock."
Lily shivered at the promise, already feeling a familiar heat building in her core. She knew she should be afraid, should run away from this man who had corrupted her so thoroughly.
But as Silas's hands began to roam her body again, she knew she was lost. Lost in the pleasure he offered, lost in the darkness that had consumed her.
Over the next few days, Silas kept his promise. He took Lily in every room of the house, on every piece of furniture and against every wall. He fucked her in the kitchen, bent over the table as he cooked breakfast. He took her in the library, spreading her out on a pile of books. He even fucked her in the garden, pressing her up against a tree as birds sang overhead.
Lily lost track of how many times he made her come, how many ways he found to use her body for his pleasure. She became addicted to the feeling of him inside her, to the way he filled her so completely.
The villagers began to whisper even more than before, noticing Lily's frequent absences from work and the bruises that decorated her skin. But she didn't care. Let them talk. All that mattered was Silas and the pleasure he gave her.
As the days turned into weeks, Lily found herself changing. She became bolder, more confident in her sexuality. She started wearing clothes that showed off her body, reveling in the way men looked at her.
She even began to flirt with other men, teasing them and leading them on before disappearing with Silas. It was a game to her now, a way to assert her power over them.
Silas watched her with a mix of pride and possessiveness. He loved seeing her embrace her inner slut, loved knowing that she belonged to him completely.
One evening, as they lay tangled in bed after another intense session, Silas turned to Lily with a serious expression.
"I want you to move in with me," he said. "I don't want to share you with anyone else anymore."
Lily's heart raced at the implication. Moving in with Silas would mean leaving behind her old life entirely, dedicating herself fully to their twisted relationship.
She hesitated for a moment, thinking of her family and friends. But the thought of leaving Silas, of not being able to see him every day, filled her with a sense of panic.
"Yes," she said finally, nodding. "I'll move in with you."
Silas grinned, pulling her into a fierce kiss. "Good girl," he murmured against her lips. "You won't regret this."
And so Lily packed her bags and moved into Silas' mansion, leaving behind the simple life she'd known for the twisted pleasure that awaited her.
Their relationship grew even more intense and depraved as time passed. Silas introduced Lily to new experiences, pushing her boundaries further and further. She became his willing plaything, eager to please him in any way he desired.
The villagers shook their heads and whispered about the pervert and his slutty mistress. But Silas and Lily didn't care.