Thump.
I laid her down on the mattress. The diary hit the floor, forgotten, but the secrets it held were now burning in the air between us.
Rose lay there, her chest heaving, staring up at me with a mixture of terror and ravenous hunger. Her purple lace lingerie—a secret she had kept hidden for years—was finally exposed to the moonlight.
"You miss him, don't you?" I whispered, hovering over her. "You miss being owned."
"I..." She bit her lip, her hands clutching the sheets. "I miss... feeling alive."
"Allow me to let you feel how to be alive again."
Swish. Snap.
Leather cuffs and silk ropes were unnecessary. She witnessed something the other night, and deep inside, this feeling is something she genuinely desires.
My tentacles erupted from my back, moving with a fluid, predatory intelligence.
Two thick limbs coiled around her wrists, pulling them above her head and pinning them to the mahogany headboard.
Tighten.
"Ah!" Rose gasped, arching her back.
Two more tentacles slithered down, wrapping around her ankles, spreading her legs wide and locking them to the bedposts. She was completely open. Vulnerable. A feast laid out for a monster.
"Does this bring back memories?" I asked, my voice low and teasing.
I let a slender tentacle trace the line of her jaw, then slide down her neck, over her collarbone, and circle her breast.
Glide. Squeeze.
"yes... but ropes and whips..." Rose whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. "He tied me... so I couldn't hide."
"My ropes are better," I murmured. "My ropes are alive."
Slither.
The tentacles holding her wrists pulsed. They weren't just holding her; they were tasting her skin, secreting a thin, slick lubricant that made the binding feel hot and wet.
"Look at you," I commanded.
Rose opened her eyes. She saw herself spread-eagle, bound by writhing blue limbs, with me towering over her like a dark god.
"You aren't the Head Maid right now," I said. "You're just Rose."
Rip.
With a swift flick, another tentacle hooked the purple lace of her panties and tore it aside.
Pop.
Her femininity was exposed—wet, swollen, and desperate.
"And Rose is thirsty."
I didn't touch her with my human hands. I folded my arms across my chest, letting my will control the limbs.
A thick, textured tentacle rose from the bed between her legs. It hovered over her clitoris, vibrating slightly.
Buzz.
"Please..." Rose whined, her hips bucking upward, trying to meet it.
"Not yet."
Whack.
I slapped her inner thigh with a flat tentacle. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to sting.
"Ah!"
"That's for writing the letter," I scolded.
Whack.
I slapped the other thigh.
"That's for threatening me."
Whack.
I slapped her ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
Spank.
"And that," I growled, "is for making me wait this long."
Rose wasn't crying anymore. She was panting, her skin flushed a deep, arousal-fueled crimson. The pain was grounding her, snapping the anxiety of the last few years and replacing it with pure, focused sensation.
"Punish me..." she begged, tossing her head from side to side. "Make me forget him... make me forget the fear..."
"As you wish."
Squelch.
The vibrating tentacle descended. It didn't just rub her; it swirled around her clitoris, the suction cups latching on and pulling gently.
Pop. Suck. Pop.
"Oh god! please... no... Ten...!" She screamed, her mind fracturing between the past and the present.
At the same time, two smaller tentacles slithered up her torso. They slipped under the cups of her purple bra, finding her nipples.
Pinch. Twist.
"Gaaaaah!"
She thrashed against the bonds, but my grip was iron. The more she struggled, the tighter the tentacles squeezed, turning her struggle into her own stimulation.
"You like that?" I asked, leaning down to bite her neck. "You like being helpless?"
"Yes! Yes!" she sobbed.
"Then take it all."
I positioned myself between her legs. My erection was painful, throbbing with the mana I had absorbed from her fear and her lust.
I guided myself to her entrance. She was soaking wet, her body weeping for penetration.
Schlock.
I pushed the head in. She was tight—decades of celibacy had made her narrow.
"Relax," I ordered. "Take your new Master."
Slide.
I drove forward. Inch by inch. Stretching her. Filling the void that Marcus had left behind.
"Hnnnnngh!" Rose's eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
Thump.
I bottomed out.
"Mine," I growled.
I began to move. Slow, punishing thrusts.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My hips collided with her ass, the sound mixing with the wet squelch of our union.
"He... he never... felt like this..." Rose gasped, her fingernails digging into the wood of the headboard as the tentacles held her fast. "You're... too big..."
"I am exactly what you need to hold this house together," I replied.
Thrust. Grind.
My tentacles tightened everywhere. The ones on her nipples twisted. The ones on her wrists pulled. The one on her clitoris vibrated harder.
Buzz. Squeeze. Pound.
She was being assaulted on all fronts. Sensory overload.
"I'm... I'm going to break!" she wailed.
"Break then!" I roared. "Shatter! And I will put you back together!"
Bam. Bam. Bam.
I picked up the pace, pounding into her with animalistic fury.
"TEN! TEN!"
She screamed my name, forgetting Marcus, forgetting everything but the monster claiming her soul.
Clench.
Her walls clamped down on me, milking me.
"That's it..."
Pulse.
I felt the release building.
"Take my blessing, Rose! Take the power to save her!"
SPLURT.
I erupted inside her. A massive, scalding flood of seed and mana.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Rose bowed off the bed, her body convulsing in a violent, earth-shattering orgasm. She shook against the restraints, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed.
Twitch. Spasm.
I held her there, filling her womb, marking her as mine.
Slowly, the tension left her body. She collapsed back onto the mattress, limp and ruined.
I gently retracted the tentacles.
Slither. Release.
She didn't move to cover herself. She lay there, spread eagle, covered in sweat and my scent, a satisfied smile ghosting her lips.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead, smoothing back her sweat-dampened red hair.
"So..." I whispered, my voice vibrating against her skin. "Will you still send it? The letter?"
Rose opened her eyes. The haze of pleasure was still there, but the panic—the frantic terror of the hallway—was gone. Her eyes were clear.
"I'll burn it," she whispered, a devotee's smile touching her lips. "I belong to Lunaria now."
I smiled, ready to withdraw. But I had miscalculated.
I hadn't fully regenerated my sensory organs yet—my "Aquatic Hearing" had been dampened by the blood rushing to my other... head. And the sheer volume of our coupling—the screams, the slapping of tentacles against skin—had masked the noise outside.
But now, in the quiet, I heard it.
Gasp.
A sharp, terrified intake of breath from the other side of the door. And then, the frantic, light footsteps of someone running away in soft slippers.
Julienne.
My eyes widened. She heard everything. She heard Rose scream my name. She heard the wet sounds of her Head Maid breaking.
Before I could react—before I could even think about chasing the mistress—Rose grabbed my face.
"Don't stop..." she pleaded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Kiss me more... make me forget him!"
She didn't wait for an answer. With a strength I didn't know she possessed, she shoved me back against the pillows and climbed on top of me.
"Rose, wait—"
SHLICK.
She impaled herself on me.
"OHHH!"
She didn't just sit; she ground down, her hips moving with a desperate, animalistic rhythm. She was like a beast possessed, trying to outrun her own memories through friction.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
Her thick, soft ass cheeks slapped against my thighs with every bounce. It was a comic, lewd sound that filled the room, mixing with her wet moans.
Squelch. Grind.
"More! Fill me!" she screamed, abandoning all dignity.
I grabbed her waist, my tentacles wrapping around her limbs to stabilize her wild riding. As I looked into her eyes, I activated it.
[Skill: Mind Breach]
I didn't just want her body; I needed her data. I needed to know the enemy.
FLASH.
The memory hit me like a physical blow.
I saw the past. I saw Rose, young and naive. I saw Marcus—Julienne's father. But the image wasn't the romantic tragedy she had written in her diary.
I saw him handing her the lingerie, not with love, but with a cold, transactional smile. I saw him using her loyalty to keep her quiet. He didn't love her; he groomed her. He made her dependent on his praise.
And then the scene shifted.
I saw the current Husband. The General. I saw him holding a knife to her throat in the kitchen, whispering that she was nothing but a leftover whore from the previous administration.
My blood boiled.
She wasn't a lover protecting a memory. She was a victim protecting a trauma.
"No more," I growled.
"Ten...!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face as she bounced harder, trying to erase the pain with pleasure.
"I won't allow you to feel new pain again," I swore.
I sat up, meeting her thrust for thrust. I kissed her—not with lust, but with a fierce, possessive passion. I poured my mana into her, rewriting the scars on her soul.
Smack. Thud. Squelch.
"You are loved, Rose!" I roared against her lips. "You are mine!"
"I am yours!" she screamed, her back arching.
I grabbed her hips and slammed her down one last time, bottoming out deep inside her womb.
BAM.
She froze, her mouth open in a silent scream of absolute ecstasy.
SPLURT.
I filled her. Again. A second flood to wash away the sins of the father and the husband.
She collapsed on top of me, her chest heaving against mine, her tears soaking my chest. But this time, they weren't tears of fear. They were tears of relief.
[System Update]
[Target Converted: Rose (Head Maid)] [Memory Download: Complete] [New Knowledge: The Dark Secret of House Marcus] [DP Gained: 50,000]