The Sand Bride - Chapter 31
As Karzhen rubbed the plump flesh of her v***a while questioning her, Esther’s legs trembled violently. His fingers traced the crease between her thighs, spreading her open before releasing her, then jerked his chin toward Esther’s hand.
“Then show me how desperate you are—spread yourself open for me. Since you’re in heat, beg for me to f**k you properly.”
“Hhh……”
“Now!”
When Esther hesitated, an impatient Karzhen struck her c**t again. The sharp, near-fainting pleasure forced another scream from Esther, but he showed no mercy.
“Haa… Hhh… Ugh…”
Her vision spun from the mix of pain and pleasure. Finally, with reluctant resignation, Esther lowered her hand between her thighs as ordered. Countless experiences had taught her that defiance only delayed the inevitable.
It was better to endure with less suffering. Above all, she knew her life hinged entirely on this man’s whims—the fear of displeasing him was paralyzing. She still hadn’t forgotten that man’s final night.
Esther’s hand faltered as it descended to her s*x. She paused several times but eventually squeezed her eyes shut against the shame and pried herself open with her fingers.
Karzhen, watching, licked his dry lips. As her flesh parted, her swollen c**t and glistening entrance were fully exposed. Esther, legs splayed in broad daylight, fingers holding herself open, was obscenely lewd.
Her tongue stumbled, her words slurring into incoherent murmurs:
“P-Put it in… please……”
Too ashamed to outright beg for penetration, she bit her lower lip. The fingers gripping her flushed flesh kept losing strength. Overwhelmed by humiliation, she prayed for this moment to end—
Karzhen slammed into her.
Thud. The sudden stretch forced her eyes open as she gasped, her lower body convulsing. His thick c**k filled her belly completely before withdrawing and driving back in, each thrust making her flat stomach bulge.
“Ahh…! Nn…! Ugh, nn…! Hhh, nn, ah…! Aah…! Ah…!”
Esther shrieked as pleasure—familiar yet skull-splitting—racked her body. Above her, Karzhen’s frenzied thrusts jolted her like a ragdoll. The violent movements rattled the heavy table.
About to topple backward, Esther flailed for support. Karzhen yanked her upright by the back and seated her on the table’s edge, then pounded into her with brutal force. Her legs, dangling between his thick waist and shoulders, jerked with each impact.
“Nngh…! Nn, ugh…! Ah… Nn! Aah…!”
His rhythm grew wilder. With her waist pinned, her b*****s bounced against his chest with every upward thrust. Dazed with pleasure, Esther stared blankly past his shoulder—
—until Karzhen released her waist to seize her face, forcing eye contact. Even mid-f**k, her teal eyes darted aimlessly, avoiding him. A flicker of irritation cut through his lust.
He fucked her harder, as if daring her to look.
As her body threatened to tip backward, his c**k now rubbed not just her walls but her c**t. Esther moaned, lips twitching.
Karzhen kept staring. She wanted to turn away, but his grip on her head left no escape.
Humiliation and pleasure piled higher, igniting sparks behind her eyelids. Tears blurred her vision. It was too much—too good, too terrible.
The daylight exposed everything: his disheveled hair, her tangled strands, the occasional grit-laden breeze, their naked bodies.
He can see me perfectly too.
Though she’d climaxed beneath him countless times, the realization horrified her.
Esther weakly shook her head in his grasp. But as his c**k pistoned into her, grinding her c**t, she arched backward with a wanton cry.
“Ugh, nn…! Ah, aah…! Ahh… Nn… Haa…!”
Her lips parted. O****m strangled her. Her abdomen tensed, her c**t clamping around him.
Even as pleasure numbed her mind, Esther saw the sky—pale blue, unbearably bright—the palm trees, the succulents’ jagged leaves.
And finally, Karzhen’s eyes.
Amber like moons, dark like resin.
Her breath hitched. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to feel nothing, remember nothing.
Paint it all over with pleasure. Let it never take root in my soul.
If she ever returned home, she’d forget this like a bad dream. Or at least dull it enough to survive.
Karzhen panted, licking his lips. Esther knew he was far from finishing. Her oversensitive c**t pulsed around him, another climax crawling up her spine.
Lost to instinct, she babbled with closed eyes:
“No… no, no…”
Karzhen’s face twisted. Beast-like intuition told him she was erasing this moment.
Realizing he didn’t have enough hands to cover her mouth, an inexplicable surge of irritation rose within him. So he kissed her. He thought there was no other way.
“Mmph……!”
As he swallowed her lips, Esther’s moans and denials were muffled into Karzhen’s mouth. Tongue, palate, the deep place where they met her throat……
He seized Esther as she struggled in panic, clamping down on her and greedily sucking and biting her lips, stirring inside her mouth, all while thrusting roughly and piercing her belly.
With Karzhen sealing both ends of her, Esther flailed her hands in the air before choking and trembling all over again. Her insides clenched tightly, and Karzhen buried himself to the root and came deep within her.
Lukewarm s***n spread inside her belly. As he caught his breath, Karzhen sucked hard on her lips, aroused again by the sticky sounds of saliva mixing and tongues grinding—and began to move his hips once more.
The s*x dragged on endlessly.
When Karzhen came for the last time, Esther’s fading vision caught glimpses of white robes slipping silently between palm trees and stone garden paths. She no longer had the strength to even feel ashamed.
Exhausted, her head lolled onto Karzhen’s shoulder. At the final climax, she couldn’t even let out a proper moan. Her limp body spasmed as if seizing, then collapsed completely.
Her vision flushed white, then black.
By the time Karzhen pulled out and looked down at her, Esther had already lost consciousness.
* * *
The first thing Esther saw upon waking was white silver hair and worried blue eyes. She forced open her sticky throat.
“Bianca…”
“Esther.”
She struggled upright. Bianca held a damp cloth—having cleaned her while she slept. A glance confirmed her swollen b*****s and ravaged thighs were now spotless. Heat rose to her cheeks at the thought of being seen like that.
“Th-Thank you, Bianca.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Bianca smiled softly, then handed her folded white robes.
“Your clothes are here. If my presence bothers you, I’ll step out.”
“No, it’s fine. Really.”
Esther shook her head and dressed quickly. After the indignities she’d suffered, changing clothes was trivial.
The temple’s slave garments were easy to don—just a few knots securing thin fabric. As Esther adjusted the cloth, Bianca smoothed her tangled hair, tucking stray strands behind her ears.
Esther closed her eyes, soothed by the gentle touch, then met Bianca’s gaze with gratitude.
“Bianca… Thank you. Always. Even though you’re suffering too—”
“Don’t. We’re from the same homeland, aren’t we? Same country, same town. This is nothing.”
Esther nodded, cheeks pink. The beautiful woman she’d first seen at the temple—Bianca—was not just from Donova but her own hometown.
They’d grown close fast. Though now fellow slaves, Bianca had clearly been nobility, once serving the royal court. Esther instinctively used honorifics until Bianca insisted they drop formalities—”We’re equals here.”
She’d even asked to be friends.
Esther, though wary from past betrayals, couldn’t resist her kindness. In this foreign hell, Bianca was a lifeline—someone who understood her homesickness.
Bianca’s silver hair and blue eyes belied her toughness. Her calloused palms, when questioned, betrayed archery skills.
“I’ll teach you someday,” she’d promised, making Esther blush at the image of her in royal purple, drawing a bow.
Such moments anchored Esther. Now, they leaned against each other, their hair mingling, breaths syncing.
In their minds, they painted Donova—lush greenery, cool streams, the soft, damp earth of their eastern hometown.
With a dreamy sigh, Esther nuzzled into Bianca’s silken hair and whispered:
“Bianca. Bianca.”
“Yes, Esther.”
“The sarasa flowers will bloom soon, won’t they?”
“Yes. It’s almost time.”
