The dinner hall's noise had long since faded, and the corridors of the Bright Castle's west wing were nearly deserted. Only the faint blue glow of floating luminous [memories] lit their path as Sunny and Nephis walked side by side. Both were visibly tired — legs aching from day of climbing, walking, and the relentless sex that had marked their journey here. Their steps were slower than usual, boots dragging slightly on the marble floor.
Yet Sunny's hunger refused to die.
Even after watching Nephis calmly eat an entire bowl of his own cum mixed with stew, his cock was already half-hard again beneath his armor. The pomegranate scent still clung faintly to both of them, a private reminder that only made him more restless.
As they turned into a long, quiet corridor leading to their isolated wing, Sunny couldn't resist as his glaze landed on Nephis's plump ass. Looking utterly mesmerizing almost hypnotic as it swayed with each step. His hand slid down and boldly groped Nephis's ass through the Starlight Legion Armor, fingers digging into the firm curve with possessive greed.
Nephis didn't react immediately. She simply continued walking, expression unchanged — cool, regal, utterly composed.
But the moment they reached the deeper into secluded hallway of their wing — empty, silent, far from any prying eyes or so, he though— Sunny saw his chance.
He lunged forward, intending to pin her against the wall and finally take what his body was screaming for.
He was too slow.
In one fluid, terrifyingly graceful motion, Nephis reversed their positions.
Her right hand snapped up, catching both of Sunny's wrists in an iron grip and slamming them above his head against the cold stone wall. Her left hand immediately dropped to his crotch, palm pressing firmly over the bulge in his trouser, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made his cock twitch and harden instantly beneath the silk of the [puppeteer's shroud].
At the same time, her knee drove up his torso into his chest and stomach— not to hurt, but to pin. The powerful thigh pressed against his torso, using her superior height and strength to hold him completely immobile against the wall. He was effectively trapped, feet barely touching the ground, completely at her mercy.
Sunny's breath hitched sharply.
Nephis leaned in until her face was inches from his, silver eyes calm and unreadable, voice low and perfectly steady — the same tone she might use to discuss battle strategy.
"You never learn, do you?" she said quietly. "Always reaching for what isn't yours to take."
Her left hand continued its slow, torturous rubbing over his crotch, feeling him swell and throb under her palm.
Sunny strained against her grip, pride flaring even as lust burned through him. "Neph… come on. We're alone. Just let me—"
"No." Her voice remained serene, almost gentle, but carried absolute finality. "You do not get to decide when and how this happens. Not tonight."
She pressed her knee a little firmer against his torso, keeping him pinned without causing real pain.
"You've been greedy all day," she continued softly, eyes never leaving his. "Groping me in the hall. Making me eat your cum in front of strangers. And still, you think you can take more?"
Her fingers tightened slightly around the bulge, squeezing just enough to make him hiss.
Sunny's hips jerked forward helplessly, trying to grind against her hand. "Fuck… Nephis, please. I'm dying here. You feel how hard I am?"
Nephis tilted her head slightly, expression unchanging.
"I can feel it," she answered calmly. "You're leaking again. So desperate. So predictable."
She rubbed her palm in a slow circle, pressing the heel of her hand against the head of his cock through the armor.
"But you forget yourself," she murmured, voice still perfectly even. "I decide when you get relief. I decide how much you suffer first. You are mine to use… or deny."
Sunny groaned, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud.
"Neph… please. I'll beg if you want. Just let me inside you again. I need it."
Nephis studied his face for a long moment — flushed, panting, eyes dark with need.
Then she leaned even closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear as she whispered:
"Beg properly then. Tell me exactly what you want… and why you think you deserve it after acting like a lecherous little cockroach all evening."
Sunny looked at her desperation and lust in his eyes, he looked pathetic like a dog in heat. She loved it. At his state, his breath was ragged, beads of sweat rolling down his face, cock throbbing being suffocated by the silken cloth, like a beast trying to break its cage.
But her hand never stopped its slow, teasing rub.
Her knee kept him pinned.
And her silver eyes watched him with that same stoic, unyielding intensity — calm, controlled, and utterly in command.
The corridor was silent except for Sunny's ragged breathing.
Nephis waited.
Patient.
Unmoving.
Completely in control.