The Sand Bride - Chapter 37
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Karzhen was furious. As Esther was dragged along by him, the pain of being pulled was one thing, but she was even more terrified of what was to come. The only time she had seen Karzhen this angry was the night she first arrived at the temple.
Finally reaching a room, Karzhen threw Esther inside and closed the door. Tossed onto the floor, Esther staggered to get up, but when Karzhen grabbed the nape of her neck and shoved her back down, she collapsed weakly.
She felt a familiar agony as large hands groped her exposed upper body. Her torso was already bare, and what little clothing remained was barely clinging to her hips, leaving her practically naked. Karzhen tore the garment away as if ripping it off. His hands were so rough that the fabric split into shreds.
“Ah……!”
The sharp sound of tearing cloth rang out, and as Esther lay naked on the floor, unsure what to do, Karzhen grabbed her arms again, clasped her wrists together, and began binding them with the torn fabric.
Esther squirmed in panic. When she hastily tried to scramble away, Karzhen grabbed her ankle, yanked her back down, and dragged her across the floor.
She screamed and pushed at his hands as they worked to restrain her, only fueling his rage. Without mercy, Karzhen backhanded her across the cheek. Whether out of learned obedience or shock, Esther gasped and stopped struggling.
Even though it was just a glancing blow, her cheek stung fiercely. Seizing the opportunity, Karzhen swiftly bound her legs, tied her arms to the bedpost, and fixed her in place.
He only let go once Esther was completely immobilized. Her hands were bound, her thighs forced apart, and her g***n fully exposed.
Humiliated by the degrading position, Esther tried to squeeze her legs together, but the tight restraints only dug deeper into her flesh. Like a rabbit caught in a snare, she writhed and whimpered.
Karzhen smirked in satisfaction and settled between her legs. When his thick fingers brushed against her p***y, Esther let out a shuddering exhale.
Her frightened eyes looked up at him, but Karzhen showed no sign of mercy. Esther squeezed her eyes shut. Her body trembled faintly as she anticipated what was to come.
“Hah…….”
The creaking sound and the sensation of fingers withdrawing from her v***a were vivid. Esther sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She had lost count of how many times she had been brought to the edge. The overwhelming pleasure tormented her more intensely than pain ever could.
Even while bound, Karzhen continued to torment her, always stopping just before she could climax. Her swollen c**t was already slick, dripping enough to wet the floor beneath her.
After restraining her, he had used his fingers to tease her relentlessly, pulling away every time she got close. The repeated denial left her p***y flushed and throbbing, the v****a gaping open as fluids trickled out.
Yet instead of penetrating her, Karzhen waited until she had calmed slightly before prodding her again, rubbing and pinching her c**t. When three fingers plunged deep inside and twisted, Esther screamed, her hips jerking uncontrollably.
“Ah……! Ah, s-stop, p-please, stop~~!”
Her desperate plea dissolved into incoherence.
But just as her walls clenched around his fingers, Karzhen pulled them out without hesitation. Her lower body twitched, chasing the retreating touch, but he showed no lingering intent—his only goal was to torment her. Each time, Esther could only squirm helplessly, her hips jerking in frustration.
Her cheeks were flushed, her n*****s stiff and pointed upward. Her v****a ached maddeningly with need. She tried to rub against the floor for relief, but with her knees barely able to touch the ground, it was impossible.
Frustrated by the unfulfilled desire, Esther contorted her face and wept. Her legs, spread wider than before, seemed to beg for penetration, and Karzhen laughed mockingly at the sight.
“Look at you, desperate. Your body’s burning up, chasing after something it can’t have—frustrated, aren’t you?”
Even in her dazed state, Esther could tell Karzhen was still furious. His eyes burned with bestial hostility, his bared teeth looking ready to sink into her throat at any moment. The intensity of his rage terrified her.
Instinct told her she had to say something, but her muddled mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. So she shut her eyes and turned her head away.
Her pale cheek, turned in fear, stiffened as she tried to distance herself from his face. Seeing this, Karzhen’s anger flared even hotter, as if she had silently agreed with his words.
The fury spread from his chest to the back of his skull, down his neck, and through his entire body.
Muscles tensed, veins heated. But when he thrust his fingers inside again and Esther let out a choked, pleading cry, the heat pooled in his g***n, his c**k hardening painfully.
Lust, fueled by rage, became unbearable. Karzhen mounted her and slammed his d**k into her dripping p***y.
