The King's Chamber
King Kairen carried Nikita in his arms and entered his vast, mysterious bedroom. As soon as he stepped inside, he kicked the door shut with a loud bang. The room was filled with the soft flicker of candlelight and the lingering, expensive scent of his cigarettes.
Nikita remained stiff with embarrassment. The King placed her very carefully on the bed. What happened next was beyond Nikita's imagination. Setting aside his cruel persona, Kairen sat behind her with an unusual calmness.
The Braiding: With his long, powerful fingers hands that usually held a pipe or swung a sword—he began to gather Nikita's floor-length azure hair. He started braiding it with extreme care, as if he were handling a precious jewel.
The Sensation: Nikita sat frozen. She could feel the heat of the King's bare chest against her back. In the mirror, she saw his signature mysterious smile, but this time, it carried a sense of deep obsession rather than the hunger for blood.
When the braid was finished, the King tied a royal ribbon at the end. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered in a low voice:
"I have tied up your rebellious hair today. Just as I have bound you to this palace for the rest of your life."
Nikita trembled. She couldn't tell if this man loved her or if this was a new form of psychological torture. In the corner, the white cat watched them intently.
The Sovereign's Service
Kairen led Nikita to his luxurious red royal sofa. He reclined back, his open robe revealing his powerful physique. Taking a drag from his long pipe, he exhaled a cloud of smoke toward Nikita and spoke sternly:
"Now your real work begins. Enough playing the child; serve your King."
He spread his long legs across the sofa and commanded her to massage them. "This body has been waiting 600 years for you; today, you shall wash away its exhaustion."
Nikita began the task in fear. Her long azure braid hung off the side of the sofa, touching the floor. She felt humiliated, yet powerless. Kairen watched her every move with a cunning smile, his gaze feeling as though it could pierce through her clothes and touch her soul.
"Tell me," he said, lifting her chin, "You were a great sorceress in your past life. How does it feel to massage the feet of a 'lecherous' King today?"
The Knife's Edge
Nikita remained silent, her eyes filled with terror. King Kairen took her silence as a victory. From his waist, he pulled out a sharp knife. The blue gem on its hilt shimmered like his pale cat-eyes.
The Cruel Game: Without using his hands, he used the tip of the knife to slowly unbutton the top button of Nikita's shirt. The 18-year-old girl turned to stone. Her cute locket vibrated against her chest in rhythm with her racing heart. She couldn't tell if this 6'7" giant intended to kill her or something far worse.
He unbuttoned the second button with the blade. "To find the sorceress hidden inside you, these curtains must be removed," he whispered. "Didn't your grandmother tell you that your liberation lies only in my hands?"
The Captive Queen
With a flick of his hand, the King signaled the blindfolded maids to leave the room. He tossed the knife aside and stood up. Before his 6'7" frame, Nikita looked like a wax doll before a furnace.
He picked her up again. This time, his pale eyes held no anger, only a deep, ancient thirst. He pressed her against his chest.
The Surrender: Nikita was too broken by fear and shame to resist. Her azure hair trailed across his arms, touching the floor. She felt her locket vibrating violently against his skin, numbing her entire body.
"There is no one left, Nikita," he whispered into her ear. "In this palace, in this room, you are only mine. Today, I end your defiance forever."
He began walking toward the massive royal bed. The white cat gave one last mournful cry and vanished into the dark corridor.
The Hour of the Demon (3 AM)
It was 3 AM. The sky outside was pitch black, and the room was swallowed in the shadows of dying candles. When Kairen laid Nikita on the bed, her shirt was already open.
As the King shed the rest of his royal attire, Nikita saw his true form for the first time. To an 18-year-old girl, the sight of his sheer size and power was terrifying. She thought to herself, "It's big!" She had never imagined that this cursed King would be such a giant, both physically and magically.
The Night of 3 AM: Her grandmother's words echoed in her mind—3 AM is when supernatural entities are at their strongest. The smoke from the King's pipe created a mystical fog in the room, blocking all exits.
Nikita tried to crawl away, but Kairen's massive hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. He spoke in his deep, heavy voice:
"Fear is useless now, Nikita. It's 3 AM... the perfect time to quench a 600-year-old cursed thirst."
Her locket vibrated frantically, signaling an approaching storm.
The Morning After
Nikita didn't realize when morning had arrived after the mysterious storm of 3 AM. A sliver of sunlight pierced the heavy curtains, finding her in a deep sleep.
The room was silent. Nikita looked innocent in her sleep, her azure hair spread across the bed like the waves of a blue ocean. The braid the King had made was now slightly loosened.
The Scene: Nikita was wrapped in a thin white sheet. The cute locket on her chest was finally still. The King was gone, leaving only the scent of his cigarettes and the indentation on the pillow.
Suddenly, in her sleep, she felt a familiar cold touch on her forehead. The white cat sat by the window, watching her as if it had guarded her all night.
A slight sting on her lips reminded her of the deep kisses from the night before. She shifted in her sleep, but her eyes were too heavy with exhaustion to open.The night was deep. From outside, only the sound of Nikita's sobbing could be heard. But behind these tears was a clash of extreme shame and unbearable sensation.
The scene on the bed was both terrifying and intense:
The Position: King Kairen lay flat on the massive royal bed. 18-year-old Nikita was positioned on top of his stomach. Beneath the dominance of the King's 6'7" frame, Nikita looked like a fragile vine.
The King's Control: Kairen held Nikita's slender waist firmly with his powerful hands. He was moving her (making her dance) in a strange, rhythmic motion over his body. His whitish cat-eyes glowed like diamonds in the dark, and that cruel smile remained on his lips.
Nikita's Agony: Nikita's fair face had turned deep red from shame and the overwhelming sensation. She couldn't endure the sheer intensity and pressure of the King's real asset. She repeatedly broke into tears, trying to pull away, but the King's iron grip only pressed her closer to his body.
The King whispered into her ear in his heavy voice, "Why are you crying? This is only the beginning. Tonight, I will mold your magical body into my own."The scene on the bed grew even more intense in the deep hours of the night. Nikita was completely overwhelmed by the King's massive 6'7" frame.
Nikita's State: Due to the constant motion and the heat from the King's body, Nikita's entire body was drenched in sweat. Beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead, and her long sky-blue hair was damp and clung to her back.
The Peak Moment: The King's work was still in progress. In a mix of pain and a strange intoxication, Nikita had clenched her eyes shut. She could no longer look down; instead, out of shame and trance, she was looking upward toward the ceiling. Her chest heaved rapidly, and small whimpers escaped her lips.
The King's Dominance: King Kairen, with his whitish cat-eyes, enjoyed Nikita's sweat-streaked face and her helpless surrender upon him. His iron grip held her waist so firmly that there was no way for her to escape.The intense night took a climactic turn. King Kairen shifted from the front and moved to Nikita's back. Nikita lay prone on the bed, and the King pressed his massive frame over her.
The Embrace from Behind: King Kairen wrapped his arms around Nikita's neck from behind. His powerful arms encircled her fair neck in a grip that was both suffocating and intoxicating. The heat and sweat from his bare chest felt like fire against Nikita's back.
Nikita's Helplessness: Overwhelmed by pain and sensation, Nikita clutched the bedsheet firmly with both hands. She gripped the fabric so hard that her knuckles turned white. She could no longer scream; only muffled moans escaped her lips.
The King's Gaze: The King's whitish cat-eyes were now very close to Nikita's ear. He breathed heavily against her nape. His mysterious smile was now filled with a demonic satisfaction.
Nikita's long sky-blue hair was crushed under the King's hands and scattered across the bed. Just before dawn, the King exerted his final dominance, completely reclaiming her as his own.At that final hour of the night, Nikita's sobbing wouldn't stop. She cried out in pain and humiliation. But her tears did not evoke any mercy in King Kairen; instead, they further aroused the arrogant ruler within him.
The King's Cruelty: As Nikita tried to thrash and free herself, King Kairen suddenly pinned both of her hands firmly above her head. In the iron grip of his single hand, both of Nikita's wrists became completely trapped.
The King's Laughter: Seeing Nikita so helpless and bound, the King began to laugh aloud. His cat-eyes cast a magical glow in the darkness. This was a laugh of victory, the laughter of a dominant king with a 600-year-old thirst.
The Lip Bite: Still laughing, the King suddenly leaned in and bit Nikita's soft lips hard. Nikita screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face. The King's mysterious smile grew even more terrifying, stained with the blood from Nikita's lips.
Nikita's long sky-blue hair lay scattered across the bed. She realized there was no escape from this King.