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“I beat you...”  

“Evidently...” 

“I beat you, finally...!” Ashen One roared at Friede, who lay defeated on the ground and unable to reach for her scythes, so of course, she was at his mercy. If anything, she would welcome death with open arms and leave this accursed, far too ruinous world forever. Ariandel was slain, and this painted world was being burned as they were staring at each other in the eyes almost too intensely. She could see the anger through his partially chipped visor, yet, he didn’t thrust his sword into her chest. “...I beat you...”  

“So strip this body of its soul, as thou hast the right.” He was on his way to becoming the Lord of Hollows, and for some reason, he somehow found himself here, face-to-face with the failed Lord of Hollows. He got too curious, and they clashed, resulting in him dying over and over to her. It was frustrating for both, actually, because Ashen One couldn’t stand defeats, and Friede was growing tired of his futile attempts. He could just leave her alone and rule Londor as a Lord, but no, Ashen One’s ego couldn’t allow him to be bested by someone. Once he was determined to do something, he would achieve it, no matter how long it would take. 

“No... Not your soul. I want...something else.” He planted his blade into the ground, just to the right side of her face. “I have defeated you, and I... I want you.” Though his helm was covering his face, Friede merely raised an eyebrow when she sensed shyness and mortification in his voice, almost like he was not intending to say that. In fact, Ashen One, though rarely, admired the grace and beauty of her moves, and though that got him killed more than it should, he still wished to conquer that gracefulness of hers. Friede indirectly mentioned she was the sister of Yuria, and so, a wicked plan was conjured up in his mind—he would take her back to Londor, whether she liked it or not. “I desire not your soul... I desire you.” 

“...”  

“...”  

Friede just blinked, unamused. “Kill me, and strip this body of its soul. I would rather be a corpse than whatever thou’rt planning to do with me.”  

“Wh-Why not?!” 

Friede just kept that emotionless expression on her face. “Because thou givest me repulsion.”  

“I beat you!”  

“That thou didst, I doubt not. But I would rather be burned to cinders here than return to Londor with thee.” Ashen One resisted an urge to harm Friede. Again, he couldn’t stand humiliation and rejection, so the soon-to-be usurper just clenched his teeth in anger and kicked the scythes away before grabbing her by the chin. Even so, the lady of Ariandel didn’t react to that and just saw Ashen One’s wide, bloodshot eye through the broken helm. She could take him by surprise and then use his very own sword to kill him, but Ashen One saw through that and grabbed her arms before throwing her down to the ground. 

“I beat you. You are mine! And that includes your mind and body.” Upon lying prone and groaning when her body hit the ground a little bit too hard, Friede clenched her fists with a deep frown when Ashen One lay on her back and pressed her face on the ground again, and he chugged his Estus to replenish himself before overpowering the defeated nun with ease. A burning cathedral wasn’t an ideal place to get down to this, but Ashen One had reached his limit, so now he wanted to just blow off some steam on Friede, who was biting down a groan when the Unkindled dared run his hands across her form and muttered some more phrases about owning or ravaging her. Truth be told, as earlier, she would rather die than do something with this fool. Her soul was more valuable than this beat body. 

His hands frantically found hers and tried to interlock with her fingers, and while she did try to push him off by jerking her body up, but Ashen One still clung to her and used his teeth to pull her hood back before going right for the crook of her neck. It brought him some level of satisfaction and that feeling of dominance when he was nibbling on her chill-blighted skin. It wasn’t exclusively cold, as Ashen One could still feel that faint heat from her Black Flame, notably in her hands as she tried to break out of his suffocating grasp. He intentionally locked her legs and added more weight on her body by relaxing his body. He took very much pleasure and pride in this, so he had no reason to slow down, let alone hear her pleas and give Friede a second to catch her breath. 

The flame around them raged in sync with the two’s cries of pleasure, threatening to bury them underneath piles of rubble and wooden planks, yet, Ashen One still insisted on prolonging this just because he found her shrills and squirms quite cute. That desperation and hopelessness of hers really got Ashen One excited. It made him feel like the predator, and her the prey. He could tell she was trying to bury her head and flinched whenever his breaths hit her skin or when he graced her with searing kisses. The garbs were just so cumbersome that he wanted to tear them off, letting their bare bodies meet. He bit his lips, thinking of many ways he could use her. “But this is no ideal place to do this... Not here, not in this burning world. We are going back to Londor.” 

She didn’t give him any response bar a deep frown. Her fists clenched in anger and detestation, but Ashen One didn’t care a damn about that, for he had defeated her, so now she was his. Even though he now had a spouse, a woman named Anri, he was the Lord of Hollows, and like Yuria had said, Londor as a whole would serve him, so another wife, not entirely a concubine, would do no harm. No one would object to his order, Ashen One just knew that. “We are both going home, my dear.” He said grinning to her before giving Friede another kiss on the nape. With that said, he carried her on his right shoulder and used the bonfire to warp both of them back to Firelink Shrine, to which Friede was still linked. 

Upon his return, Yuria couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow when Friede somehow made her appearance, and the nun just refused to make eye contact with her former sister. She felt no guilt leaving the Saber Church and Londor altogether, but she did feel shame seeing Yuria again. Friede ran away and vowed to never come back, yet, there she was. “Our Lord and Liege, what is the meaning of this?”  

“We are bringing her back to Londor, where she’ll make a second wife...”  

“...My Lord? Thou’rt wed to the maid named Anri, so there is absolutely no need of a second spouse.”  

“That is my order, Yuria. You dare defy my authority?”  

“Of course not, my Lord. We dare not.” Yuria glanced back at Friede. She, too, wasn’t happy to be reunited with her sister either, but as per her order, which was absolute. With that said, Ashen One just continued his journey to kill the final Lord of Cinder—Lothric. And while he was doing so, there was an awkward, pregnant pause between the two sisters, with neither of them willing to break the ice. Yuria had no idea what to say, nor did Friede want to speak to her. The knightess was to watch over the defeated nun, nothing more. 

“Is that who thy Lord-to-be is? He hath quite a sense of pride. Did not take a defeat well.” 

“That maketh a quality of a true Lord—an unyielding personality. He hath more than what it taketh to be a Lord.” Yuria was very pleased when Ashen One did not hesitate to kill Orbeck and bring her his ashes. In truth, the assassin-sorcerer was not intending to imperil the aspiring Lord or anything; Yuria just wanted to check if he had the guts and the competency that befit a Lord. “Thou’rt no Lord. Not anymore. I did ask my Lord to put thee to the sword, but perhaps, he hath another plan for thee.”  

“I would rather be a corpse.”  

“That is however not a choice. Not while thou’rt to be his concubine.” Not just Friede, but Yuria too was weirded out by that idea. Ashen One, in a fit of anger and lust, bothered bringing Friede back here and wanted to make her his. A Lord could have anything he wanted, no? If he so desired Yuria, then this humble knightess would give herself to him, and if he wanted a collection of concubines, he shall have one. “Thou wilt be beneath him, beneath even his spouse and servants, I am certain.” This wench dared to run away after failing to become a Lord, so she deserved contempt. She wanted to feel pity toward Friede, but Yuria couldn’t do so as she now had a Lord to serve. “May he be more clement upon thy wretched soul.” 

“...”  

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And just like that, Friede was brought back to Londor, and a wedding on a much smaller scale and involving no face-stabbing was held. But the news of the failed Lord’s return was kept secret, known only to a handful, so the inhabitants of the Land of Hollows had no idea what transpired every night in the palace. Londor didn’t change much, so Friede still knew how to navigate and remembered the rules here. Despite her status, she was allowed some level of freedom, including walking around but with escorts and talking to Anri—the spouse. She was a sweet but somewhat somber lass, and to her surprise, she didn’t scorn Friede even though the wife received less attention than the concubine. 

But as said, the Lord’s orders were absolute, so Friede was to remain in her bedchamber and forbidden from leaving until morning arrived. Ashen One said Anri, Yuria and even Liliane could be present if they wished, and of course, not wanting to miss out on a chance to see the humiliation Friede had to endure every night, the two sisters of the Sable Church were always present, but Anri wished not to partake in this tonight. Just sitting on the big bed was Friede, who was wearing nothing but her hood and was tied up around the wrists and ankles. Assuming a kneeling stance, Friede tried to ignore the looks of scorn and closed her eyes. One thing must be noted—some faint scars could be seen across her rear, and they seemed recent. 

“My Lord.” Both Yuria and Liliane bowed down low to Ashen One, now named Lord of Hollows, as he entered the bedchamber and locked the door. He was now taller, bigger and fierier. He was always embered and always full of stamina as a side effect of literally hosting the First Flame within his bosom. Anri couldn’t keep up with him, and she was so boring and plain in carnal acts that it bored him. So he always sought Friede to sate his lust. “She is thine for the night, like every night, my Lord.” Yuria gracefully bowed to him and held up the flail named Rose of Ariandel, with which he scourged the nun. He didn’t want to use this at all, because he wished to retain Friede’s physical beauty. Still, he took the flail and walked toward Friede, who reluctantly bowed at the waist. 

“My Lord...” She said, resisting an urge to roll her eyes. “I am...thine, ready to serve thee at will.” She just wanted to bite his fingers off when Ashen One stroked the right side of her face, across that burn scar. She never knew why he always started with that first, maybe he took a liking to that tarnishing feature, but who would find a hideous scar attractive? She was practically naked, so the Lord of Hollows was free to explore her body, which he had already done so many times. He first removed his helm and chucked it to the corner of the room before his lips crashed against the scarred side of her face and then her lips. Friede didn’t resist, and having done this so many times, she just knew she had to melt into the kiss and moan to please him, which in turn made him go rougher on her. 

Her mobility was restricted, so a gentle push was enough to have Friede pinned down to the mattress. Ashen One continued to kiss her and run his hands across her bare body. She was flawless, both in fighting and body. Ashen One never could describe how much he just wanted to ravage her body and claim it, after all, he beat her, so she was rightfully his. The tightness inside of his leggings intensified, so Ashen One didn’t waste time removing his cumbersome armour and lay atop Friede. So far, he had no use for this flail at all, so he compensated for that by gripping her wrists so hard that Friede let out a grunt, but that was muffled by the ferocious kisses he was giving her. Meanwhile, the two sisters just watched and retained their professionalism, but behind those cold masks were wide smirks. Serves her right. 

Ashen One couldn’t take it anymore; he didn’t bother to do the usual thing like softening his cock by putting it in her mouth and taking time to work her up. Nay, he just had his plaything lie prone and then saddled up behind her. Since her ankles were tied up also, that would mean she couldn’t spread her legs apart wide, making it harder to access her sex. It wasn’t that pleasant for Friede either, as Ashen One’s weight on her torso made it a little bit harder to respire, not to mention the lack of mobility was galling her. He wasn’t at his hardest state yet, so Ashen One chose to bestow kisses upon her neck and then pressed his hands on her head’s sides before elevating his upper body. 

He was now rock-hard, and Friede knew that because of this tip prodding her as he tried to spread her buttocks; doing so gave him a clear view of her bushy vagina. He had fucked her many times before, so this wasn’t their first rodeo, but Ashen One never got tired of seeing her sex, and many a time did he even stimulate her using his mouth. But he was surprisingly not in the mood for anything particular. Maybe that was for another night. “You are mine...” He whispered to Friede before his cock slid across her round ass and found itself burrowing into the crack. “You are mine forever.” She had heard that phrase many times, and if she wasn’t wrong, then what came next was a sudden plunge, and then his cock slid inside of her. 

Both of them exclaimed when his loins made contact with her bottom, and Ashen One remained unmoving for a few seconds before fixing his position and then rocking his hips at an even pace. He wasn’t inhumanly big, but his size was more than long enough to reach her cervix, considering that she was taller than most inhabitants in Londor. He could have at least used her mouth to make his cock more flaccid, making the whole penetration a smoother process, and the two of them both grunted when his cock was dryly pulled back and thrust forward again, but thankfully, the faint moistness of her walls helped lube it up, so the pain lessened over time, replaced by a more comforting pleasure that made Friede rumble in shameful rapture. Both Yuria and Liliane derived pleasure from this, from hearing Friede’s whimpers and groans. 

He was the Lord of Londor; he had everything, from loyal servants to luxurious goods, but none of them got him excited more than Friede. She might have dominated him in fighting, but now he was dominating her in bed, and that made him feel more powerful than the nun. To see a woman who killed him over and over now submissively lying abed and crying out hysterically fuelled his smouldering fire of lust, which was seemingly insatiable. Her skin was still cold to the touch, but the blood rushing through her body now partially overlapped that chillness of hers, and the heat from his body too helped vanquish that. His balmy breaths hit her scalp and blew some strands of hair, making some of them drape over her sweaty face. 

The flail went unused, at least for tonight. He didn’t want to use it at all, but Friede was very disobedient for the first few days she had returned to Londor, so Yuria suggested he rough her up by whipping and strong physical contacts. That worked, and Friede became more tractable and passive, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with this burned and scarred body. But again, he wished not to mar her body with scars, so he decided to overlook the flail today. That disappointed the two sisters, but they still obeyed their Lord’s order and continued to watch as Ashen One evidently picked up the pace, thus, slamming his pubic region against her bottom as hard and deep as possible.  

His right hand reached up to grab the left side of her face, the scarred side, but not only that, but he also put his fingers in her mouth and touched her tongue. That gesture quietened her cries, and Friede dropped her head on the mattress and lolled her tongue out as he delivered a few more deep thrusts before he stopped—a clear indication that Ashen One finally achieved his orgasm. His load was not meager, so she was almost filled to the brim. For a few seconds there, he still had his throbbing cock inside of her pussy and panted as Friede lay exhausted, her wrists feeling numb from the rope and his weight on her back. As he pulled back, his cum sparsely dripping out of her hole and staining the mattress they shared, Ashen One leisurely moved to the side of her head before letting his cock hover above the tired nun’s face. “Use your mouth.” 

Even with her limbs tied up, she still tried to crawl toward him and lay on her side, and Ashen One was generous enough to slump forward and put his cock inside of her mouth. Fatigue claimed her body, so Friede bobbed her head slowly and tried to engulf more of his length, and that earned a moan from him, making him subconsciously jerk his hips back and forth. It was very cumbersome when the mattress had to be thoroughly cleaned every single day, but still, Yuria and Liliane would say no complaints as long as he kept ruining this wench. After all, Friede belonged to the Lord of Hollows. 

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How long would this...life go on before he became bored of her? Days? Months? Years? Or just never? What if this torturous existence would just keep going on until they were ashes? Certainly, the Lord of Londor certainly thought it that way, because to him, Friede was nothing more than a plaything, a toy for him to break over and over, without end. Friede eventually got used to this after a month or so, and she now could even tell what would befall her just based on his mood. Whenever he was in good spirits, her skin would not earn any more scars that night. But now, he was away doing something, so Friede had been pleasuring herself while eating some grapes. She never liked grapes, but now, she did. 

The Lady of Londor, Anri, was occasionally present, and truthfully, even Friede pitied the woman as she was sitting near the bed and doing nothing but watching, her presence completely ignored by her spouse. She didn’t know if Anri agreed to this or if her Lord simply had her as a non-active participant. Either way, only Friede endured and got humiliated the most. She kept silent, uttering nothing lest she want to vex Ashen One, whose creativity knew no end, seemingly. Eventually, her body had some...changes, though very subtle. 

It was like a test somehow, because her scythes were being hung just on the wall of this very bedchamber. Not just once, but she sometimes did think of running for her weapons and aiming at the scruff of his neck to relieve Ashen One of his head, yet, thinking was different from doing, and never once did Friede ever leave the bed whenever Ashen One was present, not even when he lay exhausted abed beside her. Maybe he had some kind of charm over her? Because Friede couldn’t explain this inaction at all. She never remembered grapes in Londor were this good. One of the many perks of being his toy, perhaps.  

Lately, she felt...different in some way; she ate more, urinated more, and her body felt like it was going to collapse at some point due to the fatigue. Yet, being a silent and compliant ‘concubine’ that she was, Friede kept that hidden, so not even Ashen One knew of her conditions. She might have had an idea or two of what was happening, but Friede preferred not to think about it. Who knows what kind of reaction he would have if she ever told him of this. It was sooner than usual, but Ashen One burst into the room with a deep scowl on his face, seemingly not so...happy. Friede took note of his face and stopped munching on the grape before sitting up. “I am at thy service as always, my Lord.”  

He wasn’t in a good mood, and that was very apparent. Long story short, he had been tricked to go to some shitty, end-of-time place and fought a red-hooded knight, whom he had a little bit of trouble fighting, but he was the Lord of Hollows for a reason, so he defeated Gael with flying colours and brought the blood to the painter. He had been away for two days, so that meant two days without...Friede. Now seeing her again just invoked something within Ashen One. Complying, Friede began to take off her garbs, earning a loud bellow from him. Living with him this long, Friede had learned a few tricks to have him more aroused. 

Yuria and Liliane weren’t surprised to see their Lord slowly approaching the woman in bed, for this was but an everyday occurrence to them. One by one, Ashen One cast off his armour and stared at her with a solemn expression as Friede slowly hitched up her dress to show more of her slender legs, and her feet, yes, the feet were laid across his muscular torso. Though he never liked anything like feet since they made contact with the ground and dust, Friede just knew how to put on a small show with her feet. The way her soles danced across his body and even teased his cock through the loincloth just made him more aroused than it should be. The fact that Friede donned no undergarments underneath her dress was the cherry on the cake. She knew her master well. 

The noticeable bulge behind his trousers twitched, and Friede gulped and salivated in her mouth in anticipation of the inevitable fellatio. She first kneaded his cock with, of course, her feet, chafing and pinching where his tip should be located with her toes. The friction and the heat from having the loincloth rubbed against his cock caused head, yet, Ashen One didn’t ask her to stop. He let out a moan and looked skyward when Friede pinched his tip with her toes so hard that a bead of precum leaked out and stained the loincloth, but that was a cue for Friede to intensify in order to bring him closer to orgasm. With one swift motion, Ashen One ripped his loincloth in half and panted, all while Friede’s soles were making contact with his throbbing shaft and stimulating it. More drops of precum dripped out and smeared all over her spotless soles. 

But then, some epiphany struck him square in the head the very moment he saw that bowl of grapes beside the bed. He stared at it for a while before he averted his gaze back to Friede. “You seem to have an appetite for grapes... But they, however, interest me not. They seem tasteless, so I will help flavour the grapes for you.” At first, Friede thought he would do something like biting on the grapes and kissing her, so yes, she thought he would ‘flavour’ it with his own saliva. But her eyebrows were raised when Ashen One just grabbed the bowl of grapes and held it just underneath his cock before stroking it, his gaze fixated on Friede, who tried to maintain her somber expression when he picked up the pace. Friede had already hiked up her dress, giving him a heavenly glimpse of her sex, and that got him so excited. 

A loud groan heralded his orgasm, and Friede tentatively watched as thick ropes of cum were sprayed all over the grapes, coating them in his jizz. Yuria and Liliane knew what was to come after this, and indeed, Ashen One, proudly and with a wide smirk, gave Friede the bowl of grapes back. “You needn’t thank me. Go on, dig in.” Friede was surprised because this was the first time he had done something like this, but she had swallowed his cum many a time, so this wouldn’t be anything particularly new to her. It would just have some more grape-like taste to it. Some grapes weren’t coated, so Friede had to shuffle them before finally munching on them. 

She first suckled on it to taste his sweet cum, and she maintained eye contact with Ashen One as she was dragging her tongue across the juicy ball. Friede wanted to appear as risqué as possible, and she didn’t have to do any of this because her mere appearance would already make Ashen One go crazy for her. But this level of suggestiveness reduced him to a hungry beast. Slowly, the Lord of Hollows made his way toward the woman lying flat on her back and solemnly eating the grapes. While it was true that she was arousing him, she was acting too...relaxed, not like a slave or a plaything that she should be. Ashen One supposed that she would be less likely to obey him if he went soft on her, and to prevent that, he must keep Friede in her place. “Your dress, remove it entirely.”  

Friede did as she was told, and when the dress was placed beside her, Ashen One just tossed it away carelessly before he came to sit on her stomach and grabbed her tender breasts with a little bit of pressure and placed his throbbing member between them. “I flavoured the grapes, so you better savour them.” He insisted she eat them because he wasted a load just to enrich that dessert while he could fill her up, just like every single night. Friede did not utter any complaint and maintained eye contact while eating the grapes, as per his order. Meanwhile, Ashen One thumbed her nipples, which looked oddly darker in colour today. Two days, and her body had changed in some way. He began to have...theories. Still, the sensation of her breasts squishing his cock distracted him, and for a while, he would think nothing of this. 

His grasps were excessively hard, so much so that it just hurt whenever he pressed her boobs together and thrust forward, the tip of his cock continuously prodding her chin and lower lip. He went so rough that Friede began to think her breasts would be scratched and bleed, and not to mention, her breasts were more sensitive than usual. Ashen One expected Friede would remain almost expressionless during this titfucking, but he was surprised when the strong, scarred woman began profusely moaning and lolling her tongue out, her face a hot, blushing mess. Not just him, but Yuria and Liliane took pleasure in seeing their former sister in this state, being treated like nothing but a lowly sexual thrall. 

That subtle change in her body now became an afterthought, for now, he just wanted to ravage this whimpering and hopeless fighter-turned-whore. Licking his lips, Ashen One moaned along with the woman and uncontrollably jerked his hips forward, and this time, his cock no longer hit her chin, instead, the tip went inside of her mouth and touched the roof of her mouth. Since Friede was in the process of eating some grapes, as per his order, her mouth was now filled with his cock and some chomped grapes. His precum, her saliva, the juice from the grapes were all mixed up together inside of her mouth, and each thrust made Friede make some wet glucking sounds. The sounds were so loud that they travelled across the bedchamber, clear enough for the two other viewers to hear. 

Ashen One slightly lifted his body up and moved more forward, his cock leaving her breasts just so that he could insert more of his length inside of the woman’s mouth, air hitting against his pubic area rapidly since her mouth was completely full. It was totally suffocating, and Ashen One indeed brooked her no quarter. Some thrusts managed to have the cock crush the grapes inside of her mouth, and occasionally, Friede would just have this urge to just take a hurl when the tip just kept shoving some pieces of ground grapes against her throat. Ashen One had a wide grin on his face when Friede shut her eyes and just hoped that this would end soon. But the look on her face, the way her eyelids twitched as if she was on the verge of crying, really...made him do this more.  

He reached for the bowl to grab some more grapes, only to grunt in annoyance when he realized Friede had eaten them all. And not only that, but the Lord groaned louder as soon as another torrent of cum was shot inside of Friede’s oral cavity. His legs slightly trembled, but Ashen One was a man of endurance and vigor, so he quickly straightened his back and jerked his hips forward until her lips touched the base of his cock. His semen mixed with her saliva and the grape juice, and it was a messy sight once Ashen One pulled his cock out of her mouth and rested it across her face. ”What a mess... I want it gone. So swallow it all.” Friede’s tongue swirled inside of that much liquid. With a little bit of struggling and hard gulps, Friede eventually swallowed all of the content, her belly slightly bulging from the fullness. “Good girl.” 

He used his right hand to cup the scarred side of her face and thumbed her eyes to wipe that stray tear away. It was a surprise to Friede too, since she had no idea she had just cried, well, not technically. But her eyes became wider when Ashen One bothered to lean down to give her a searing kiss on the lips, and she tasted like grape and...his cum. But the scent of grape was stronger and more alluring, and the two of them deepened their kiss and had their tongues dance as they battled for dominan- No, that was so cringe... Ashen One obviously came out of the top, and Friede utterly relaxed her neck and let his tongue go wide inside of her mouth, tangling with her tongue and touching the roof of her mouth. And Friede could feel something hard poking her right inner thigh. 

With Friede lying on her back, Ashen One pulled back and had her hips rotated to the left, giving Yuria and Liliane the glorious view of her naked body. He straddled her left leg and had the other one on his shoulder. It was admirable that Friede lasted this long, for nearly two months, and Yuria had warned her Lord that she would rebel should he ever subconsciously enable her to. But judging by the untouched scythes on the wall, he doubted that possibility. Friede partially didn't see herself as someone who had her own volition but rather as something less, like an object. Kissing her calf, Ashen One guided his hard cock to her entrance and penetrated her, earning a small gasp from the woman. Two days without her drove him crazy, and when his cock now could finally feel the wetness of her pussy, Ashen One felt like he was in heaven. “I miss this...”  

“As...do I, my Lord...” Friede gritted her teeth and panted once his cock kissed her cervix, and her walls squeezed his shaft rather robustly, as if Friede, too, missed her Lord, but she thought that was hogwash. Never would she come to love him or his cock, and Friede only endured until the time was right to escape, yet, she never once made any attempt. Ashen One felt hungry, so much that he just wanted to nibble on her skin, but he cherished Friede and her body, and he didn’t want to mar her beauty. That wouldn’t mean he would not break her, ravish her psyche and reduce her to something less than a human. Ashen One’s fingers scratched her lifted thigh with dangerous glee. The skin where his fingers were grabbing changed colour to a hue of red more noticeable than her blush. Her usually cold body now felt so much hotter, and Ashen One moved closer to hog more of that, and to deepen his thrusts also. 

As said, he wanted her, he desired her body, inside and outside, so he couldn’t help but thrust his hips like a hyperactive Ghru. Fuck those damn poison-dwelling things! His eyes feasted on her breasts rocking and flapping against her ribs at each thrust, and he noticed that now... Her breasts seemed more tender than usual, considering how bouncier they were. No, there wasn’t enough evidence, so Ashen One made a choice to wait it out until that was confirmed. As of now, he should only focus on Friede. Yes, he had been away for two days, so he shouldn’t burden himself with thoughts; he found solace from doing this with her. That kind of feeling heightened when he pumped every single drop of his cum inside of Friede without a care in this world. That...might be the cause. 

Friede pressed her face harder against the mattress they used every single night, teeth grinding together when Ashen One simultaneously picked up the pace and hugged her thigh tighter, their mounds making contact with each other and feeling each other’s heat. It wasn’t just only Ashen One nearing his orgasm, Friede also had finally reached her limit. After all, she had been trying to pleasure herself beforehand, so no wonder she would be squirting all over him soon. Never had Ashen One assumed the role of a receiver in sessions such as this, and he never planned to be one. He bellowed and got a move on right away when his orgasm became more apparent, and their moans, uncaringly loud and frantic, even leaked out of this bedchamber and faintly echoed across the halls, but none would ever dare check out the source of these cries of ecstasy. 

For the third time and certainly not the last of this night, Ashen One finally filled her pussy up with his semen, though this load wasn’t as plentiful or climatic as the first two, but Ashen One was beyond satisfied. It was understandable that he didn’t pull out right away. Face drenched in sweat, Friede panted and let her body go incredibly limp, especially after experiencing her deserved orgasm. This was what he was looking forward to seeing—Friede, a once graceful and fierce fighter, now lay defeated and was gasping for air, completely in the palm of his hand. Completely ignoring the dripping wetness trickling down his muscular torso, Ashen One lay down and huddled behind Friede, his arm warmly wrapping around her waist and his nose touching her nape. She was simply too bodily exhausted to register the ticklishness of his breaths upon her neck, but she did somewhat relax under his tenderness post sex. Yuria and Liliane, having no reason to linger here, respectfully bowed to their Lord and took their leave.  

Friede didn’t question why one of his hands was pressed flat across her stomach, but she assumed nothing much other than Ashen One’s mind being rendered addled after an intense session. This, this was just a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a sprint toward his sword or the scythes, and his grasp around her waist wasn’t that firm at all. Friede had sufficient strength to do this, yet...she didn’t do that. Instead, she just lay abed with Ashen One and allowed herself to bathe in his tenderness, fully aware of what torturous existence awaited her. Friede...might now not want to escape this fate, maybe after more than two months in Londor, she started to have less self-respect, maybe she just started to see herself as his.

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She started to crave sweet things more than usual, alarmingly. Friede didn’t question why, but she often felt intense dizziness. Of course, she tried to hide that, in fear of her Lord’s wrath. She endured his roughness and covered this insignificant malady of hers. But over time, it became harder to cover this up. As of now, Ashen One suspected nothing and continued his nightly session with her, no whipping because she had grown utmost compliant to him. 

“Thy Lordship, may I speak out?” Elsewhere, Yuria bowed to Ashen One, who was sharpening his small dagger. 

“You may.” 

“A long-lived reign requireth a strong lineage, dost thou agree, Milord?” 

“Are you proposing that I must create an heir?” 

“Indeed, Milord.” 

Ashen One turned around with a small, annoyed frown. An heir just indicated that he must...fornicate with Anri, Lady of Londor. Right, despite having been married for more than a month, his time spent with Friede greatly dwarfed his with the official Lady. Hell, the last time he ever touched her was weeks ago. Yuria still loved to see her Lord ravage that traitorous wench, but he must not forget his duty. “I will look into this matter later.” Ah yes, after his session with Friede. 

“Thy Lordship, wouldst thou allow me to put forth a proposal? Perhaps, thou canst have Lady Anri engage in coitus along with that wench.” Yuria was aware that her Lord desired only Friede, so she hoped Anri would have a higher chance at appeasing him more, even if that might have little chance of actually working. Ashen One paused, his eyes averting to the window. If anything, he considered carrying that out, and so, after a pregnant pause, he nodded. “Pleaseth that thee, Milord?” 

“Yes... Have Anri and Friede informed of this. Our place of coitus shall be my bedchamber.” To have a better chance at appeasing him more, of course. Yuria bowed to him and left the room. Ashen One smirked, tapping his fingers against the table. He was always exhilarated when it came to meeting Friede, and with Anri now joining them, he could hope that those two women would get along. Meanwhile, Friede, tiredly abed and eating whatever sweet fruits the servants brought her, didn’t seem to care that someone just entered. It wasn’t night, so it wasn’t Ashen One. 

“It seemeth the Lady will join thee in this night’s occasion.” Even after hearing Yuria’s smug voice, Friede didn’t react and just closed her eyes to have a short rest after eating. That didn’t vex the swordswoman, who sat down on the edge of the messy bed. “Our Lord was to have an heir with the Lady, but he would not agree to engage in coitus unless thou’rt present. But I implore thee have not all his attention. For the Lady must a child conceive.” 

“So I will act as a catalyst, something that maketh him agree to this, I presume.” 

“Precisely that. Thou’rt but a doormat to our Lord, but he desireth thee to no end. I wonder why.” It was explainable, maybe it was because of his sheer pettiness that condemned her to this. After all, wasting a few hours just to incapacitate her would sound frustrating. Whatever the case, Yuria hoped that this punishment would last for a very long time. But then she noticed something; Friede seemed pale and tired, yet, she shrugged it off, assuming that she just had a mild fever. And a mild fever wouldn’t deter her Lord from showering this wench with ‘love’. 

“...I shall be present, but wouldst thou be so kind as to give me privacy? I want to slumber for a while.” 

“If tis what thou wishest.” Yuria chuckled and was generous enough to drape a blanket over Friede, giving her the precious hours to sleep in. In truth, Friede didn’t even want to leave her bed due to this growing dizziness, but duty is duty. Ashen One would be furious if she didn’t appear tonight. Ah, now she just craved some grapes or other sweet things, and she wished to only be abed for days. 

When night fell, Friede came to her Lord’s bedchamber as requested, obviously, she just continued to lie on the bed whilst Anri was anxiously sitting in front of a mirror. It was rather comical that the Lady of Londor was struggling to compete with a concubine in order to have her consort’s attention. She didn’t know if she did something wrong or made herself less attractive in Ashen One’s eyes. Friede was beautiful, so Anri wouldn’t question why her Lord was so obsessed with her. Though she had questions, the Lady of Londor didn’t get to voice them before the door was opened. And entered Ashen One. 

“Milord.” Anri fell to one knee right away, and Friede groggily rose from the bed and bowed, her head swaying back and forth, but Ashen One just shrugged it off. He was, of course, content to see Friede here, yet, he still had to do his duty—sire an heir with Anri. His gaze was mostly on Friede, and Anri, soon picking up on this, just looked down and pursed her lips. “I am...ready, milord, to bear this burden and prolong your lineage.” Thankfully, that earned a small smile from Ashen One, which gladdened Anri. 

But then, their gazes were turned to Friede when that drunkard wench somehow lost balance and fell on the ground, groaning and tapping the left side of her head. The headache hammered her brain so constantly that Friede had no strength to stand upright. She genuinely wanted to just sleep for days. “Get up.” Ashen One barked an order at Friede. Though she complied right away, she took too long to even sit up, so the Lord just impatiently grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her up, and Anri almost uttered a gasp at that. “You have been quite wayward these days, almost like you intentionally want to avoid me.” 

“I...would never think of such... Never, for I am thine...” 

“Do you speak truth?” 

“Yes, Milord. Everything of mine is thine...” It came as no one’s surprise when Friede didn’t hesitate to guide his hand to her chest, and Ashen One gleefully squeezed it. Two months living as his concubine did a lot of things to this once strong-willed woman, now Friede was no capable fighter or a wielder of Blackflame, now she was reduced to nothing but a lustful wench, his personal object of pleasure and amusement. He could tolerate her lack of enthusiasm tonight, as long as she remained utterly compliant to him. Weird, because Friede moaned unusually louder when he groped her breasts through the well-made cloth. And her breasts seemed a little bit bigger. 

Yet, Ashen One questioned nothing. He just presumed she was feeling ill or having a mild fever. He would have prepared some medicine for her after this. And once again, Anri felt left out when her Lord and Friede began to kiss, their hands starting to rummage across each other’s bodies, which they pretty much had explored every centimeter of. There was something about her body that seemed different, besides being slightly hotter in body temperature, but the alluring sweet scent from her lips made him yearn for more, thus, extending the kiss. Normally, Friede couldn’t reciprocate his aggressiveness, but now, she was entirely docile. 

Biting her lips, Anri didn’t call out to either of them for some reason, maybe she knew better than to interrupt him. That was what she was told to act as the Lady of Londor. He must first bother to glance at her, and only then could she have permission to speak. Through uncanny skill, Ashen One removed her upper attire, including her own underwear, and his hands groped her breasts much more brutishly. He was so drowned in ecstasy that he didn’t notice the rather denser texture of her breasts, and she moaned unusually loudly when he pinched the nipples, which were slightly dark in colour. There was...something different about Friede today. 

Anxiety and doubt gripped Anri, reducing her to something akin to furniture—just standing on one side and watching her Lord making love to Friede, seemingly invisible to them. However, just as Anri thought she would be left out, Ashen One called out to her, albeit not in a loving tone or anything. “Anri, I want you to strip.” The Lady looked up to see her Lord sitting on the edge of the bed, with Friede kneeling in between his legs. Like a mindless or obedient slave, she pulled down his leggings, and she did so slowly due to her tiredness. Anri, of course, removed every piece of her attire and tentatively approached her Lord. “Milady.” He said with a smirk. 

“Milord. What will be your wish?” Anri nodded back, her lips tightening. In comparison, Anri was no doubt less attractive than Friede, but she was still a beaut. Her stalwart spirit made her a capable fighter and even an ideal Lady of Londor, but if standing before Ashen One, Anri would be a submissive maiden. But she was so submissive that she just followed his every wish without any protest, and that’s what made Friede more intriguing to him. Her initial defiant nature piqued Ashen One’s interest. And even when that defiance waned, Ashen One, a petty person, still continued her punishment. 

“Assist her.” Eyes still on Anri, Ashen One had his hand on the back of Friede’s head and slightly pushed her forward, making her swallow more his still flabby cock. “On your knees, and assist her.” Anri did feel her body slightly flinching, because this marked the first time she would engage in a three-way. Still, she was the Lady of Londor, and it was her duty to comply with his words no matter what. Ashen One was pleased when Anri slowly sank to her knees in front of him, and Friede had to move to the left to make space. With that, Ashen One had each hand on their scalps and licked his lips. The mere sight made him rumble in excitement. 

As Friede planted kisses across that shaft uncaringly, almost like she got used to this, Anri glanced at her Lord fleetingly before she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She had far less experience than Friede, so she wouldn’t try to have her Lord’s member too deep in her mouth. Ashen One occasionally lay with his Lady, so it was understandable that an heir was not yet conceived. He spent just so much time and attention on Friede, a concubine, that Anri’s role as the Lady was greatly diminished. Anri would do anything to please her Lord, so she pushed her boundary and engulfed more of his length, albeit with some minor difficulty. 

Friede could see that Anri was doing that part, and that was a good thing since she was in no mood to do the deepthroating tonight. With Anri lightening her burden, Friede only needed to focus on the base and the balls. Despite having not shared a conversation, they coordinated rather well, with the Lady lightly grazing her teeth along the shaft and Friede suckling and smooching his sweaty gonads. These maidens’ jolly cooperation brought him great pleasure, and Ashen One expressed gratitude by gripping their hair harder. Only Anri made a noise in response to his tip prodding the entrance of her throat, but a muffled hum was all she could produce. 

Anri perhaps tried to swallow more than she could chew, for she gagged on his cock nonstop, yet she intentionally kept his cock deep inside her orifice, all to please her consort. It gladdened Anri when she could hear his moans and grip her hair depending on how well she was performing. But then, Friede moved her head away due to the dizziness, and Ashen One clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I give you no command to pause.” He didn’t go easy on her and straight up yanked her hair back before he had her lips chafe against his veiny shaft once again, and that made Anri’s eyes widen. “Pause for another second, and I will brook you no quarter.” 

Friede didn’t respond; she just resumed smooching his cock, and that weirdly earned a smile from him. Friede hoped that this whole session would end soon, because she wanted to slumber, and though chances were slim, she also hoped he would call it a day after releasing a fat load inside of Anri. After all, Friede served more as stimulus in this holy coitus between the Lord and Lady. Ashen One threw his head back and moaned in bliss, never would he think becoming the Lord of Londor would come with these joyful perks. A dream any man would wish for. He let out a moan and pulled Anri’s head closer, shamelessly shoving his cock deeper into her throat. Anri choked on it, yet Ashen One just kept making her swallow his length. 

Luckily, he pulled her head back and allowed her some air. Friede was still carrying out her task, unfazed by the Lady’s coughing, and that brought a grin to Ashen One’s face. It was rather unfortunate that this night wasn’t theirs, but once he was done with Anri, he would, no doubt, make the concubine cry...out. Now with the warm-up done, Ashen One figured they could move on to the main part, and he thought of this one earlier. He had to perform coitus with Anri, but at the same time, Friede must not be out of the picture, and he had found a solution for that. “Friede, abed and on your back.” 

The dizzy concubine followed his order right away, letting her naked body meet the extravagant mattress and letting out a sigh. Anri blinked when Ashen One turned his gaze to her. “And Milady, you will be lying on top of Friede, body to body.” That earned a wide-mouthed reaction from Anri. “What? Need I rephrase it for you?” 

“Like...bosom against bosom?” 

“Yes! So you do get the idea!” Ashen One grinned and gently held Anri’s hands before ushering her to Friede. Despite her hesitation, the Lady, still wishing to please her consort, obediently positioned herself on Friede and gently lay on her torso, their breasts touching and chafing each other at the slightest of shift. It was so embarrassing, really, so much so that Anri couldn’t look at Friede in the eyes and glanced away. Their vulvas were literally touching. Friede couldn’t care less because of her lack of energy, meanwhile, Anri’s entire skin was painted red, and she tightened her lip when she could feel her consort’s chest pressing on her back as he lay atop her, his member brushing against her sex and Friede’s.  

With this, he could simultaneously penetrate Anri and look at Friede’s face, making it seem like he was...fucking Friede instead of Anri. Sure, it sounded ridiculous, but getting to see Friede gave him the necessary motivation to do the baby-making session with Anri. Licking his lips and hungrily fixating on Friede before he could feel his cock prodding against someone’s pussy, and he thrust forward, only to raise an eyebrow when Friede moaned. Wrong one. He pulled back and aimed his cock slightly upward. And a grin once again plastered across his face when Anri moaned, and that was the cue for him to finally thrust forward.  

Ashen One moaned as that warm moistness enveloped his cock. Though it wasn’t as alluring as that of Friede, maybe he was being a little bit biased, Anri’s wetness still satisfied him, making him hump her and breathe against her nape, his gaze yet on Friede. At least Anri’s moans were louder and more frantic, basically filling the entire bedchamber. It’d been a while since he last touched her like that, so Anri naturally would crave her consort’s affection and physical touches. It wouldn’t be selfish to want some pleasure from her consort, it was like the right of the Lady. Anri hoped that conceiving an heir with Ashen One would gain more love and attention from him. 

His size easily filled her to the brim, and each thrust he made touched her cervix deeply. Frustration built up within Ashen One since he couldn’t kiss Friede, so he just kept himself distracted by sucking on Anri’s nape and neck, and surprisingly, he kissed Anri more than he initially expected. With each of his hands grasping his maidens’, Ashen One let out an amused, airy laugh before he slightly lifted his hips up and thrust downward. With the angle and the force of his thrusts, it wasn’t strange to see Anri gasping against Friede’s face, yet, the tired woman seemed unbothered. 

It wasn’t hot in the bedchamber, still somehow their bodies were laced with sweat and saliva, their skin causing friction every time Ashen One thrust downward. Their erect nipples chafing against each other, Anri tried to glance to the side to avoid seeing Friede’s reluctant face. It just felt...weird to lie atop another woman while her consort was also atop her as well. The pressure on both sides made it so suffocating, and Anri couldn’t even stir or throw her head back far. Yet, for her Lord, she endured that, and before long, Ashen One grunted once he slammed his crotch against Anri’s rear hard, and a rushing flow of warmth invaded her awaiting womb.  

Anri almost forgot how good it was when her Lord released his load deep inside of her, something that Friede got to experience every night. Anri hoped that this would suffice in getting her knocked up, and if not, he could go for another round, and another, until his carnal desire was fully sated. He was surprisingly patient enough to empty his load inside of Anri’s pussy before abruptly pulling out and pushing her to the side. Like a hungry beast, he spun around and guided his cock to Friede’s close mouth. “Now now, everyone has their turn.” 

Anri’s smile slowly dropped, but if her Lord said so, then maybe he would notice her after being done with Friede. After all, she was to conceive a child with him, which might not mean she had to grant him pleasure. Friede almost grunted in annoyance, tightening her lips when Ashen One pinned her elbows and tried to push his cock into her mouth. She was tired, a headache hammering her mind. Not to mention, her mouth felt like it was burning, almost like she was about to hurl everything she had eaten earlier. “No...Please, Milord... A moment.” 

“What did I say earlier? I tell you not to pause!” Giving her a light slap in the cheek, Ashen One gritted his teeth and continued to shove his cock into her orifice despite her clear disdain. She physically couldn’t carry this out due to the fatigue, but Ashen One kept insisting. Once his cock forcefully entered her mouth, Ashen One immediately thrust forward, prodding the tip against her throat and shuddering, a grin visible on his face. “That’s more like it.” He chuckled and steadily rocked his hips, all the while Friede was breathing through her nose rapidly and clenching her eyes, her muffled cries indicating exasperation more than rapture. 

Anri narrowed her eyes, and truthfully, she...didn’t like this. There wasn’t any affection or passion in this, just roughness and harmful obsession. Almost like he took pleasure in humiliating Friede. His grin grew wider as he mercilessly abused Friede’s mouth, too distracted to even notice that Friede was gagging and coughing. The burning sensation in her throat grew, and eventually, Friede couldn’t hold it. A lukewarm, chunky ooze of vomit coated his cock, and Ashen One let out an annoyed grunt as he abruptly pulled back. “What in the...?” Friede turned over and started to puke out the rest on the mattress, all while Anri was having an expression of utter disbelief. “Friede...” Ashen One gritted his teeth. 

“M-Milord, she might not mean to.” Anri placed a hand on his shoulder. But Ashen One, however, was petty-minded and short-tempered, so he wouldn’t just let this slide, especially when it came to Friede. “Milord, please show mercy…" 

“Anri...” 

“Yes...?” 

“Bring me my flail.” He said that with an unbothered expression. Anri blinked and tried to say something yet couldn’t. “Need I rephrase it for you? Bring me my FLAIL! She ought to be disciplined.” He almost burst into another fit of rage when Anri confusedly shook her head, indicating that she had no idea where the flail was, hell, she wasn’t aware that he had a flail specifically for Friede. And so, he just stormed toward the wardrobe and grabbed Rose of Ariandel in one of the small drawers within. He cracked the whip multiple times, with each one growing more intense than the last. “Someone needs to be whipped into shape.” 

While Friede was still struggling to support herself with her hands, Anri just stood there, petrified in fear as her consort stomped on Friede’s head, making her face be pressed on that vomit mess on the mattress. Now Anri could see the scars on Friede’s back, but most of them waned in colour, barely tangible since Ashen One hadn’t used the whip in over a month. Well, now he had the chance to crack this whip once again. “Anri... Come here.” The consort abided by his order without any hesitation, and her eyes went wide when he just handed her the whip. 

“Milord?” 

“Flog her.” 

“Milord?” 

“Need I rephrase it for you, Anri?” He asked with pursed lips, his eyes showcasing irritation. “I want you to flog her back with that whip. As hard as you can.” He was disappointed in Friede, for she just went ballistic for no reason. But no misdeeds could go unpunished. It was just different, the flogger would be Anri, who obviously didn’t want to do this. “Anri, Anri, my dear... If you don’t do this, I will hit her very, very hard, and I can do that all night. Right now, I am very pissed, so don’t stall.” But there was some kind of thought in his eyes that suggested Anri would share this fate if she dared disobey him. “Anri? Anri?” 

“I will, Milord...” The Lady nodded with her eyes closed, her lips tightening together. Taking the flail from him and two-handing it, Anri couldn’t hide her guilt when she lifted it up, refusing to meet Friede’s beat eyes. Needless to say, Friede had no strength to protest, and if she had a bit left, she wouldn’t waste it in favour of enduring what was to come. “Flog her back.” Ashen One raised an eyebrow and silently pressured Anri. She gave in and swung the flail downward, brushing the sharp thongs against Friede’s back skin, earning a pained hiss from her. Well, she did whip Friede hard enough to make her skin go red, but that impact felt weak. “Again.” He leaned closer to her. “And harder this time.” 

Anri gulped and nodded her head before she flogged her again, and just like what he asked, she swung harder, and this time, the inflicted wounds were deeper, enough to make blood drip out, albeit very sparsely. After that hit, Anri turned back to her consort, only to see his unchanged demeanour. Not needing to be ordered, Anri tightened her clutch on the handle and swung the flail again, and this time, a small smile slowly spread across Ashen One’s face as Anri carried out the punishment. Excitement gripped Ashen One, and he stomped Friede’s face harder. This moment was the lowest she had ever been, but she could not lament her fate. She was unquestionably a mere object of pleasure to Ashen One. 

No screams or cries of pain, just hisses and soft grunts because her body was drained of vigor. The only thing to do here was to bitterly endure. The whip bit deep into her back, and new scars soon overlapped the old ones. Anri didn’t want this; she just had no choice. Ashen One watched in glee as Friede’s back was painted red with blood, and he even had the audacity to chafe her head by twisting his foot while making sure she would not be suffocated by the vomit. “Harder!” Anri did as asked with gritted teeth. “Harder!” He lifted his foot up only to stomp on Friede’s head again. “Harder!” Clenching her teeth, Friede closed her eyes and just gave in. “Harder!” That night, cries could be heard echoing even outside of the bedchamber. 

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Ever since that day, Friede looked drained, having not left her chamber in days. The Lord of Londor was so pissed at her that he just grew bored of her, which was oddly rare, mostly because he found no sense of excitement in damaged goods. She was exhausted, limp and lifeless like a doll, and Ashen One wanted some movements and rhythms during sessions. Maybe that’s why he gave her a few days of rest and had servants tend to her, just so she would recover faster. Just so she could start serving him again as soon as possible.  

But bowls of fruits and healing herbs interested her not, and Friede remained in bed for days, refusing to cooperate with any maids. Friede just wanted some peace of mind, to first gather herself and her fragmented mentality. Days wouldn’t suffice, but at least it was better than...him. Her stomach began to ache, like a dull pressure pressing in her uterus. She knew she couldn’t forever hide this, but she dreaded his wrath. However, the handmaids took notice of her condition and would soon inform the Lord once he finished another campaign.  

“Poor wench. She is more of a Hollow than a true one... I pity her, truly, though she renounced Londor and lordship. Many a time have I wondered...if our Lord hath gone too far.” Even Liliane, who seemed content to see Friede getting what she deserved, voiced out her concern to Liliane. She had seen it, the flogging, the weak screaming, the excessive puking. All happened in the span of less than a week. It was more brutal than the first days. “Dost thou believe she would choose death? I fear that she would do unwise thing if left unsupervised.”  

“I doubt it, sister. She hath been reduced to this sorry state for so long, and we have yet to see any suicidal tendency. It seemeth a miracle that she endured this long.”  

“Tis a shame that she renounced Londor. Served her right.” In the end, Yuria and Liliane had to put her Lord and Londor’s cause in priority. Now it was not the time to reminisce about memories that the wench threw away. The strong bond of sisterhood was long gone, nothing but a heart-stabbing betrayal. The sister kept thinking to herself that Friede deserved this, and she deserved to get punished for the rest of her accursed existence. “Tis but a fate worse than going Hollow.”  

As the two sisters conversed, Liliane looked up and saw Anri tentatively inching toward the door to Friede’s bedchamber. As strictly imposed, only Ashen One could enter the room, no exception. “Milady, tis no business of thine to visit thy Lordship’s concubine. This room is for our honourable Lord of Hollows only.”  

“...” Anri considered leaving, but that bubbling guilt within her heart really ached her. Her consort told her to just shake it off, saying that Friede deserved getting flogged for her insolence. She was no coward, and she was also certainly no abuser, so at the very least, she wanted to apologize and...tell Friede of something else. “I need see her now.”  

“I unfortunately cannot let thee, Milady. Tis as per thy Lordship’s wish.”  

Anri gulped and darted her eyes back to the door. "Have you noticed it? That air of melancholy has been emitting from Friede for days. Afore his departure, our Lord complained about her lack of...zeal. Seeing that none of your methods came to fruition, I suppose I must...take some sense into this...strumpet.” Anri visibly grimaced at that, because she didn’t mean to say that. But anything to visit her. “After all, we all serve one Lord and wish him content, no?”  

The two sisters seemingly blinked behind their billed masks, and Liliane nodded first. Anri was still pretty much a stranger to Friede, who was said to refuse to speak to any of the handmaids. Obviously, the sisters knew she would have little chance of revitalizing Friede, but the Lady of Londor was free to try. “Apologies for mine insolence, Milady. Thou mayst enter.” The two swordswomen stepped aside, letting Anri in. She let out a sigh of relief upon closing the door and gulped loudly.   

Friede was still abed, reeking of exhaustion. There was...some palpable aura within this room, just not the good kind. “I am not my consort, so be at ease.”  

Friede stirred in her bed before humming. “Thou’rt his Lady...”  

“Yes... And I’m here to apologize...for that day.”  

“Thou needest not. I understand that thou wert to oblige him, for fear of what would befall thee hadst thou not.”  

Anri licked her lips and closed her eyes. Truthfully, she had been ignorant about Friede’s predicament for two months, to be precise. She knew that Ashen One had a concubine, but she was never told of what Friede had been going through. The scars etched on her back should tell a story. “I was so ignorant to take notice... I never knew he would be so savage. He seemed like a different person, like a monster or some such, something more feral than a Hollow.”  

Though it was not as gruesome like that dastard Aldrich, Anri felt repulsed by Ashen One’s abuse. She did not want to harm Friede, truly, but who knows what he would do to them both if she disobeyed. But he noticed Anri less, so almost no harm befell her. Yet. “Then he doth not give thee the same treatment. No wonder why Yuria said only I received ‘special treatment’... Why art thou here? What wantest thou from me, Milady?”  

“Actually, I want to talk to you about something.” Anri sat down on the bed and looked around, lowering her voice. “Although I hold little power as his consort, I’m given many privileges. For many days, without any piercing gaze on me, I have scouted every nook and cranny within Londor, and I noticed a few holes in security.” Friede blinked; she was surprised, but she was too exhausted to express it. Of course, Anri and Horace, bless his soul, once found a way to escape Aldrich’s grasp, so this was nothing new to the knightess. “I can help you make an escape, away from Londor, away from him.”  

“Why...?”  

“Why what?”  

“Why art thou...helping me? Thou hast no reason to, and thou wouldst receive nothing from this.”  

“...” Anri’s lips tightened, and she hesitantly slid a hand forward to grasp Friede’s. They both looked down, and this felt weird to Friede, who wondered how long it had been since she last felt this kind of tenderness. It felt rather surreal, like a luxury to the broken nun. “Because I was once in this kind of predicament, and seeing you reminds me of my younger self...”  

“And thou escapedst...”  

“With another friend. He...died. But we escaped our timed fate, that was what mattered.” They took the risk and it paid off. They were scared, hopeless and lost, but survival was all those two children desired. There was not much worse than what Aldrich would do to them, so they might as well try to escape. Anri firmly believed that inaction would lead to one’s doom, and now, she was teaching that lesson to Friede. A kind-hearted soul she was, Anri didn’t wish Friede to endure this accursed life anymore, even if it would invoke Ashen One’s wrath. “I can and will help you run away. You can trust me.”  

Live free or die.  

Dully but filled with some hope, Friede nodded and began to carefully hear everything Anri said. The best time to act was on a moonless night, less light, less likely to get detected. It also heavily depended on the patrol routes and many other factors like sheer luck, but Friede absorbed the information well. After all, it was her ticket out of this hellhole. And never would she have to endure this again. Anri was a good soul, so Friede would say that she was eternally indebted to her. “Many thanks to thee. Thou needest not do that for me, but, I thank thee.”  

Ignorant of their surroundings, Friede and Anri shared a hug, and even the Lady seemed taken aback by her sudden eagerness. She didn’t seem this energized a few seconds ago, but Anri still appreciated it. Friede was doing this for herself...and the child. She was sparing them both this accursed fate. “Live well, sister. To lighten your burden, I will try to keep him diverted for tonight. Tonight will be a moonless night, just to let you know. Afore my arrival, I commissioned a key to your room, so hide it until your escape. I wish you luck, sister Friede...”  

“I will...do it. I will succeed...”  

“Do what?” His unbothered albeit dubious voice gave them goosebumps, and the two women turned to the door to see Ashen One at the door, which had to be opened while they were hugging and too occupied by that sense of gratitude. But he did it so eerily silent, almost like he just manifested out of thin air. With a small, twitching smile on his face, Ashen One entered the room and closed the door, hands still behind his back. Both women gulped when he jerked his brows. “Oh, terribly sorry. Did I interrupt you two? And forget about my question. I’m just...very glad to see you well, Friede.” Did he know? Did he hear everything from the door? No one knows.  

“M-Milord... You have returned.”  

“Yes, I have. I had to annex a submerged, underground town, bringing the wretched Hollows into Londor’s cause.” It was rather arduous, and all of them could tell what Ashen One was wanting right now, right here. But Anri would be no part of this, nor would she be audience. “Anri, if you please, give us some privacy.” But to his surprise, Anri looked nervous yet still stood idly near Friede’s bed. But even weirder was that Ashen One didn’t seem mad, but rather baffled at her boldness. “Need I...rephrase it for you?”  

“M...Milord, I must inform you that...Friede is not yet free of fatigue. But the handmaids told me that she will feel right as rain on the morrow.” Ashen One blinked and hummed in agreement. Obviously, he wouldn’t want another puke incident, so that’s why he gave her a few days and got himself distracted with some task. The Lady of Londor expected some outburst from him, and Friede kept her head down and lifted her blanket up, only for Ashen One to turn around.  

“If you say so, then I will give her a moment of peace to ease up. But it caught me by surprise to see you two in here. Were you two messing around without my presence? Oh, do not feel bad about it. I’m fine with this, actually, as long as it pleases both of you.” But in the end, Friede was his only. “Anri, why don’t we give her some privacy? She needs a good rest, no?” Still smiling and clenching his fists behind his back, Ashen One turned his gaze to the knightess, who fiddled her fingers before compliantly taking her leave. His intense gaze now switched to Friede, and she boredly looked up at him. “Oh, if you are thinking that, you are wrong. You need rest, after all. And I am left exhausted after my last campaign too.”   

“...” Friede didn’t know if she should feel relieved, because this was unusual of him. It was like breaking an everyday routine, like a feeling of lacking. Her dull eyes darted back and forth, unwilling to look in his unblinking ones. He sighed again and looked around the room but ultimately didn’t do anything to do. He just approached her from the side and grabbed a candle jar and placed it on the table. It seemed excessive, because the wall was already decorated with lamps that could provide better lighting than a mere candle.  

“It’ll be a moonless night tonight.” He said with a small smile, and Friede barely hid her confusion and fear. He...knew? “So you might appreciate some more light sources. But you can snuff it out if you require some sleep.” Internally, he felt pissed because of how pent-up he was feeling right now. But he had to keep up a facade for just a little bit longer. “Rest up. I will have the handmaids provide you some nourishment in a jiffy.” Saying that, he planted a soft kiss on her head and left Friede completely stunned. He just seemed so gentle, so ‘tender’, just unlike everything he had shown her. This just felt so unlike him. Friede still kept that confused expression even after he left the room. Many thoughts lingered in her addled mind, but one was most prominent—did he know?

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When the witching hour came, when all noise died down, Friede, sitting near the door, looked at the key in her hand and pondered for a long time. Hesitation and anxiety was gripping her; the thought of getting caught by him terrified her, and his imagination knew no end. But Anri said this would end if she would just muster up her courage and run away without looking back. The torture would end, and no more scars would be earned on her cold skin. So after a very long while, Friede finally stood up and inserted the key into the slot; it fit perfectly. But when she turned the key, there was no click.  

“Hmm...?” It was never locked? Did Ashen One really forget to lock it, or did he just intentionally enable this? Would he actually be waiting behind this door? Still, thinking would exhaust her mind, so Friede stopped thinking and opened the door slowly enough not to make any loud noise. And to her surprise, there was...no one outside, not even a guard was in sight. Now seeing this filled her with dread more than content; it could be a trap luring her to the awaiting mouth of that ‘beast’. But remembering what Anri had told her, Friede went as instructed while bare-footed, which reduced noises.   

Londor had changed so much since she left, so even nostalgia couldn’t really help her navigate the unlit halls here. But strangely, there were no guards, no handmaids, just no one was around here. She continuously looked back just in case someone would leap out toward her. The closer she was to the alleged exit, the faster her heart raced, but then she clutched her stomach and curled up on the ground when the pressure suddenly heightened, causing Friede to puke all of the content she had eaten earlier. She felt the burning at the back of her throat, but Friede quickly stood up and spat a lump out before keeping moving. This pile of vomit might alert the guards and give away her location.  

“Freedom...” She muttered the word when she noticed a covered-up crack on the wall in a decommissioned storage. Of course, it wasn’t like Ashen One would give a care about this place, so mold began to eat away at the walls, weakening them enough for Friede to easily chip away with a broken, rusty partizan. She carved a hole and planned to squeeze through it, sure, it would be very dusty, but it was infinitely better than staying in this place. Except for the fact that she suddenly stopped even though she finished carving her own exit. Suddenly, a surge of fear petrified her, and she placed a hand on her belly and dropped the spear.  

And what would happen if she ran away? She would be lonely, aimless and vulnerable. Yes, she did manage to escape Londor once, but prior to the discovery of the Painted World, she once felt aimless even as a skilled swordswoman. She felt...lonely. And of course, she feared for her unborn baby too. This was already a great burden that was taxing her mind and body, so she might not survive long out there. Plus, she would also live a life of fear and constant running if she dared escape. He would just come find her. Maybe she could just...end it all here with this rusty spear.  

If she could not live well, then death would be her release.  

But a mental barrier halted her, and Friede’s hands began to shake, with the partizan aiming at her heart. Now now, it was no time for cowardice, but Friede just couldn’t find the strength to end it here. “Damn it, damn myself...” Friede gritted her teeth and just curled up in one spot, the spear now dropped on the floor. Now she had changed, from the Lady of the Painted World to...this shell of her former self. It was just nearly three months, but this Friede didn’t feel like Friede anymore, more like a strumpet that seemed stuck up on Ashen One. Maybe she just loved him? No no, he maltreated her, and no kind of ‘love’ would sprout from this.  

The image of his face began to fill her mind—his shit-eating grin, his furious grimace, his blissful moaning face; Friede now just wanted to paint his face red. He was the source of all this pain, this submission, this...love. Friede loathed herself for even suggesting that she held love for him. He denied her death once, so now, she would drive this spear into that dastard’s neck before ending her own life, free from his clasp and dying Hollow. Snapping the partizan and hiding the pointed blade in her gown. Now she would return to her room and wait until Ashen One came into her room. Once he was dead, the burden would be lifted off her heart, and she would die content.  

For the first time, she would retaliate.  

Rushing back to her bedchamber and anxiously looking back and forth, Friede tried to calm her breathing, hand on her chest to feel the rapid heartbeat within her bosom.No one seemed to have taken notice of her absence, judging by the fact that the halls were still eerily silent, but filled with determination, a grimace soured her face. Before entering, she relaxed her face and checked for the broken spear. Once twisting the door, Friede petrified in fear when she saw Ashen One nonchalantly sitting on the bed and facing the door. So he knew, but why did he so recklessly enable her escape? He wouldn’t let his favorite toy slip away from his grasp. “Why did you do that? Just why?” He looked down, his face turning into a deep scowl. But then, he eased up with a long sigh. “But you passed the test.”  

“What test?”  

“This one. I deliberately left the door unlocked to see if you would try to escape. Well, you still left your room, but you came back to me.” In contrast to his small happy smile, Friede kept her thin-lipped and wide-eyed expression, her left hand clutching the concealed spearhead as he approached her. Of course, it was a fucking test of her loyalty to him, to see if the ‘bond’ between them was strong. He was both mad and overall content. When he was within range, Friede still hesitated for some reason. “You love me.”  

“No... I do not.”  

“Then why do you come back?”  

“To kill thee...” She said and drew her spearhead, but it seemed more like a display of intimidation than outright killing intent, since Friede halted.  

Ashen One’s eyes turned dull for a moment before he noticed that Friede’s hands were shaking. Poor wench was so broken that she couldn’t turn on her own master, almost like a dog. Despite being the source of her pain and scars, Friede couldn’t strike him down, even if he was grabbing her hand and pointing the spearhead at his neck. One clean thrust, and he would die. “If you don’t love me as you said, then prove it. Sever our bond.” He was making another bet here, but he was clutching a talisman just in case she would strike him, but of course, he had a smug grin on his face when Friede showcased hesitation. “What’s wrong? Cold feet? C’mon, just do it! Do it! I dare you!”  

Out of the blue, the spearhead met the ground, and soon Friede also collapsed in front of him. Seeing that, Ashen One just rolled his eyes and squatted down in front of her. Maybe she was exhausted, because pregnancy and all. But Friede didn’t seem so, almost like she collapsed from the dilemma. “I hate thee, I wish thy corpse defiled and gnawed by hounds. All of this pain cometh from thee, and thy death would release me from this accursed fate. Yet...I do not want to strike thee down...”  

“So you love me?”  

“...No...”  

“But you said you didn’t want to kill em. So mind explaining why?”  

“I know not.” Though she kept spewing about not loving him and all, Friede still grovelled in front of him and clung to his legs, like a starving dog begging for food. It satisfied him, really, because Ashen One enjoyed the sight of seeing someone being reduced to this sorry state. “I dread thee, but I fear being away from thee... This phenomenon I cannot explain, but I wish not to stray from thee.” To say that she loved him would be wrong, but this feeling was something akin to it. It was like an attachment, a longing for survival.  

“...” Ashen One looked away, amusement written clearly in his eyes. “You know, you remind me of a dog that I used to have as a youngster. I took it in when it was a mere pup. I adored it so very much, the way its tail hysterically wagged when I shouted its name always brought a smile to my face.” He smiled as he ran his hand through Friede’s hair. “But there is one thing that fascinated me most: a dog’s unfaltering loyalty. It’s exhilarating, you see, because when I got mad or disciplined by my father, who was very strict, by the way, I would...lash out on my dog, because I couldn’t stand seeing it happy. I felt envious. But despite all that...it would still come to me when I shouted its name, as if nothing had happened.”  

He would, of course, whip the dog’s legs and starve it every time it displeased him, fuelling his violent tendency even as a youngster. His family was noble albeit rigidly traditional, and his father would often discipline him with harsh words and, sometimes, corporeal punishment. Actions speak louder than words, they say, and his lineage, and now Ashen One, took that to heart. This enforced obedience, as seen in his old dog and Friede. “So if I am good and do not vex thee, thou wilt not punish me?”  

“Precisely! On the dark sigil, why did it take you this long to hammer that into your head? You are such a stupid bitch.” He casually uttered that degrading word at her, yet Friede did not react to it. In a sense, she was his ‘old dog’—compliant and a total pushover—and that’s why he took great pleasure in maltreating her; she would just come back to him despite every transgression. It was said that mind was stronger than body, so Ashen One broke her mind. “But sometimes, people can...retaliate, you see. You tried to escape, just like that one time when my dog bit me because it was apparently...pregnant.”  

Friede’s eyes went wide for a brief moment before he gently brought her to bed, his hand reaching down to her belly and stroking it. “Thou knowest?”  

“Just upon returning from my campaign. So a few hours at best.” Ashen One shrugged his shoulders. Maternal instinct was strong regardless of environment, and a mother would die or risk everything for her young. That’s why the dog bit him back, that’s why Friede tried to run away. Ashen One knew he couldn’t stop that kind of retaliation, but he could manipulate her into staying, making her entirely dependent on him. He felt somewhat guilty that he didn’t know this any sooner even though the hints were so obvious from the start. But in the end, he didn’t regret his actions, as he justified it was to put her in place. “But why did you not tell me sooner?”  

“I fear what thou wouldst do to me, that my marred appearance would invoke thine ire.”  

“Oh, you stupid bitch. I wouldn’t have flogged you had I learned that you were with child. I hate to harm the mother of my children, but most importantly, I hate lies and secrets. Between us, there can only be a bond of trust, so it’ll irritate me if you are hiding secrets.” In his fashion, he would definitely strike her as a reprimand, but since she was carrying his unborn child, Ashen One restrained himself, his fists clenching, one of which was holding Friede’s belly. With her head on his lap, Ashen One let out a few long sighs before stroking her hair. “You wouldn’t have earned these scars. Instead, your skin would have been graced with kisses.”  

“I will be good.”  

“Will you?”  

“I will be good... I want thy lips upon my skin. It hurteth not, unlike the whip. Scars would be bad to the babe.”  

“Maternal instinct... So damn palpable.” Ashen One muttered with a thin-lipped smile. At that moment, he knew he had just won. “Then say you are my dog.”  

“I am thy dog.”  

“On second thought, I now want you to say...you are my bitch. Now, say it.”  

“I am thy bitch...”  

“That was barely a whisper, don’t you think. Again.”  

“I am thy bitch.”  

“Again. Louder, if you please.”  

“I am thy bitch.”  

“Louder.”  

“I am thy bitch!”  

“That’s the spirit. Now one more time.”  

“I am thy bitch!” Friede’s shout then shifted to be a choking sob, and Ashen One just chuckled as he stroked her hair.  

“Good girl, good girl.” It was just so refreshing to break someone, and it was even more refreshing to break a strong-willed person, reducing them to this hollow state. Hollowing was total degradation of mind and body, while this was mind only. “I am only doing this to remind you that you are forever mine. Your freedom, your will, your fate, everything of yours is mine. Because I claim…ownership of you. So I can do whatever I want with you, and you will not ever, never, bite back, lest you want to face my wrath.”  

“I will not defy thee, for I am thine forever and true.” Friede tightly shut her eyes, and Ashen One’s smile widened. Now she abandoned the thought of running away. Even she could not explain why her mind was so fixated on Ashen One, but it was clear that she wouldn’t dare defy him ever again, like a dog that would come back to its abusive owner. A stray tear trickled across her face, and Ashen One wiped it off before patting her rear.  

“Oh please, I hate to see you cry. Makes your face ugly, and it might discourage you from our imminent coition. Now, bitch, my first order as your master is to get on your knees." 

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How long had it been? But the better question was, why would she care anyway? Friede tilted her head as she was brushing her hair, her eyes long having lost that spark, even far more somber-looking than she was back at the Painted World of Ariandel. It’d been a few months—three months, if she recalled correctly. She thought he would be furious at her for trying to leave, but no, the opposite happened—he said he would never harm the mother of his child. He said his misconduct toward her was regrettable and that it was due to impetuous ignorance. Had she given him clear signs, none of this would have happened, said Ashen One. 

Friede looked at her hand and saw a few strands of hair, amongst which was one standout. They must have fallen off when she applied too much force, after all, pregnancy is stressful. Her scalp had a moderate sprinkle of white hair, but that was far less significant than her burn scars and other visible scars. Looking at herself in the mirror, Friede slowly stood up and then removed her loose gown, laying bare her round-bellied body. Friede blinked and cocked her head before gently stroking her belly. It had been six months since conception, maybe, so she could faintly feel the fetus’ kicks now. 

She frowned when she turned to her left a bit too much, letting her see her scarred back in the mirror. No, Friede should not make a fuss about it; that was a long time ago, and her main focus should be on this belly instead. It looked...healthy, a clear contrast to her frail look. But that was a good thing, because her child would be born hale and hearty. Friede’s lips curled up into a small smile as she ran her hands across the smooth surface of her belly, and then her eyes slightly widened when she felt a little nudge against her palm. It was kicking healthily, and Friede’s smile widened as she began to imagine herself cradling her bundle of joy in her arms. 

What if it had his face? 

Then she would still love her child. Just as she loved her master, Ashen One. He loved her, no? He had not been flogging her ever since that day; sometimes he would get mad, yes, but he would not dare lay a hand on her, for stress would affect his child. Of course, they still copulated like normal, and Ashen One began to be gentler to her, following her requests instead of just mounting her all the time. Lips tightened, Friede’s left hand lowered to her groin and touched her hairless pussy, and she closed her eyes and began to imagine his tongue digging into this hole. 

As said, he did go gentle on her, often treating her like...a queen, or so he said. It felt heavenly, like she didn’t have to think much, not any different from those sessions months ago anyway, but he went with her flow now, which meant she could take the lead if she wanted. If she required anything, he would deliver. Whether it was mental block or something else, Friede didn’t refuse to have sex with him even while pregnant. Indubitably, it hurt more, and they could carry out fewer positions due to her belly. But at the very least, no more scars. 

But which one would she like more? A boy or a girl? Would a boy act like his father, and vice versa? But that wasn’t always the case, Friede would say she acted like her father more—taciturn and frowning a lot. And she also had her mother’s look. So could her child, with a chance, inherit Ashen One’s look and her personality? That...certainly would be a better outcome. Friede’s weak smile dropped, and her hands gradually stopped stroking her round belly. Would Ashen One really give her child that same treatment? If so, must she run away? 

“So alluring.” Friede turned around to see Ashen One, her master, just standing at the door and closing it. She could tell his gaze was upon her naked body, and he wet his lips and then approached her. “And the maker was none other than me.” Friede watched as Ashen One knelt in front of her and gently pressed his palm on her belly. He felt so proud of this artwork of his, for he was about to become a father. Not just Friede, but Ashen One, too, feared what was to come, like responsibilities and such. He just feared that he wouldn’t have enough time for his child, not when Friede was around. “I cannot wait to see you, my son.” He then kissed her belly button after whispering that. 

“What maketh thou think that?” 

“Nothing. I just want a boy. I have always wanted to raise a son, to teach him how to be a man and prepare him for the hardship once he is thrust into this accursed world. My father taught me that way, and I intend to do the same to my son.” Friede fell silent for a few good seconds, and Ashen One smiled dreamily and tentatively pressed his right ear against her pregnant belly. He could essentially hear it—his baby boy’s vigorous kicks and heartbeat, and also those whooshing, squeaking noises of Friede’s bowel. Nonetheless, Ashen One enjoyed the sounds of life nurtured within her womb. “I cannot wait to see you, my little bundle of joy.” 

Friede felt a chill down her spine when Ashen One said that seemingly heart-warming phrase. It was a one-sided conversation between a to-be father and an unborn child. A child’s arrival was a blessing, a miracle to a...happy family, yet Friede couldn’t get rid of the rising anxiety in her chest. She just dreaded what would befall her child if she birthed a girl. But then, she was snapped out of her thought when Ashen One, already behind her, held up her chin and turned her head to face him. Affectionately, with one hand under her belly, Ashen One kissed Friede on the lips, and she knew better than to resist. So she just relaxed her body and let Ashen One have his way with her body. 

His intensity heightened as the kiss prolonged, and one of his hands travelled down to cop a feel of her saggy breasts. The tenderness was gone, but her breasts now had a firmer texture, and Ashen One just couldn’t restrain himself from stopping. Friede lightly yelped from the growing pressure of his hand, but it went unheard, becoming just a slight puff inside of their connected mouths. Ashen One tucked her hair behind her ear before inserting his tongue deeper into her oral cavity, and Friede breathed in deep and shut her eyes when a crushing pressure was upon her lips, almost like it would sap all of her life essence. 

Then he pulled his head back and sucked the skin on her neck. “Terribly sorry, my dear. I almost got carried away, sometimes, I just can’t help but sink my teeth too deep into you.” Ashen One licked his lips and planted a myriad of kisses on her neck, and Friede shuddered when he rubbed her pregnant belly. “By the dark sigil, your body is more alluring when you are with child. All thanks to me, of course.” Chuckling, Ashen One began to walk her to the bed, where she then would take a seat. For the time being, he would treat her with utmost care, and if she ever requested anything, he would oblige. After all, a pregnant maiden must feel...sheltered for a healthy delivery of the baby. 

Sitting her on the edge of the bed, Ashen One spread her legs wide and lifted her thighs up, which in turn tilted her body slightly backward. As said, Ashen One would go with her flow and make this session more about her need, though being pregnant wouldn’t really make her crave carnality. But Friede didn’t have that shred of bravery to say a refusal. She looked to the side and closed her eyes, meanwhile, Ashen One eyed her vulva with unblinking eyes. The skin was redder around it, and her lips became more swollen. He never would have guessed that her nether regions would undergo such changes, but Ashen One found it tempting and pressed his mouth against her cunt. 

Not just in appearance alone, but her cunt also had a stronger and slightly more metallic odor. But the intense wetness from the vaginal discharge made great recompense. To him, it was just like her essence—white, pure and slightly salty, albeit a little bit thicker. It felt like he was slurping mucus, but as long as it came from Friede, he would gladly swill it. As discontented as Friede was feeling, she couldn’t deny that it felt good, shamefully good. Her thighs shook and squeezed together, but Ashen One kept them spread wide and continued to eat her pussy. Friede wouldn’t, or wouldn’t dare to, say she hated him, but she couldn’t deny the fact that he was good at pleasuring women. He just seemed to know what her body wanted, even though her mind screamed otherwise. 

Ashen One could feel that growing tightness inside of his leggings. Gritting his teeth, he moved his hands down to undo his leggings and let his erect cock spring out. He made some wet and kissing noises before pulling his head back, a string of saliva connecting his lips and her vulva. Instead of just wiping his mouth right away, Ashen One smirked at her and straightened his back to match her sitting stature. Friede tightened her lips and braced herself once he also leaned forward and planted a long kiss upon her lips. Just by kissing, he pushed her down and laid her abed. Her back meeting the soft mattress, Friede clenched her fists as Ashen One placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs before holding her hips and bringing her closer to him. 

Their genitals touched, and Ashen One let out a soft moan and then positioned his rigid cock against her wet entrance. No matter how much he copulated with her, he just couldn’t get enough of her. Whether it was because of her stunning body or his pride in ‘degrading’ her, Ashen One just found himself absolutely obsessed with her. “You’re mine, and mine alone!” No one but him could possess her, no one but him could lay hands on her. She was precious to him. Grabbing her hips so hard that Friede hissed, Ashen One slightly hunched his shoulders and thrust his hips forward slowly. After all, Friede was pregnant, so Ashen One didn’t intend to go too hard on her. He did notice how her vaginal walls slightly broadened a few days ago, so sucking him off was not necessary, but that still depended on his mood and impatience prior to their session. 

Her body got more sensitive, especially in her pussy, which Friede did not perceive as a blessing. It heightened her sensation to the point of overwhelming her faculty, and not to mention the continuous pressure on her pelvis despite Ashen One going at a leisurely pace. Friede moaned more from the pain than pleasure, and her hands tightly clutched the mattress. Ashen One hummed, a long moan escaping his mouth when his glans met her cervix, which undoubtedly grew more sensitive at this stage. So even a slow thrust from him vibrated her entire body from within, but seeing her expression only brought a smile to his face. If not for her obviously round belly, he would have pressed down on her and given her a myriad of kisses. 

Ashen One fixed his posture and maintained a leisurely but deep pace. He hoped his son would turn out fine, because he was afraid that daily sessions with Friede might affect his child. But his carnal desire overlapped his anxiety, and Ashen One couldn’t endure it if he wasn’t to fuck Friede. But again, he must not get carried away, for he wanted to make Friede feel...comfortable. “I so very much love this sight.” He moaned, then it transitioned into a chuckle. “You’re so...beautiful that I just wish to keep you in this heavy-with-child form. To have you sire many heirs.” 

Friede’s lips quivered. “But thou hast...Anri. She, too, is with child...” 

“Oh, I know. But I desire you more than her.” Ashen One grinned. 

“...” Friede didn’t respond verbally, for she threw her head back and moaned when Ashen One gave her one deep thrust. Her belly slightly pulsated from the sudden pressure, resulting in a short stream of essence flowing out of her vaginal hole and lubing his shaft. It helped a bit with penetration, and Ashen One stopped thrusting and instead chose to grind his loin against her vulva. His cock was stirring and scraping against her throbbing walls, inflicting overwhelming pleasure on her. Eyes closed and skin turning into a shade of red, Friede lolled her tongue out and panted heavily. The jolts from his thrusts lightly rocked her body, and that buildup in her crotch became more palpable. His wicked grin widened as he felt her buttocks twitching on the tips of his fingers; he very much knew she was about to cum, and to encourage that without hurting her, Ashen One pulled his cock out and began to finger her. 

Starting with pressing on the spongy cushion, he applied mild pressure on it while using his thumb to toy with her clit. Friede clenched her teeth and looked aside, and that vexed Ashen One. “Oh, admit it. You love it, dontcha? You needn’t lie to me or to yourself, my dear. I hate it when people lie to me.” He cooed with gritted teeth, and he leaned closer to her face while still fingering her. When his breaths hit her cheek, she tried to look away, but he grabbed her chin and turned her head toward him. “Look me in the eyes, and say that, you love it.” His hand stopped pleasuring her. 

“...” Friede hesitantly opened her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I do... I love it...” She muttered that through clenched teeth, but frankly, that pent-up feeling denied by him was stinging hard, and Friede just wanted to release it all, and ironically, Ashen One was holding that back. Much to her surprise, Ashen One, satisfied with the answer, didn’t stall any longer and inserted his fingers into her cunt again, and Friede started moaning. 

“I am pleased.” He said, smirking at her. He then lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, and resumed fingering her. This was unusual, very unusual, because Ashen One was more focused on having her pleasured than himself. His cock remained erect and throbbing for attention against her right thigh. Maybe he was in a good mood today, or maybe he just wanted to try something new. But regardless, the buildup intensified again, and Friede cravenly cried, her body shaking profusely from the wave of pleasure. Sweat drenched her head, and Ashen One wiped it off with his hand before holding his breath at the same time she arched her back. 

Before long, Friede finally achieved her climax, and Ashen One firmly pressed on the spongy part of her cunt and watched gleefully as she squealed. She squirted all over his hand and the mattress; combined with her pregnant state, it completely rendered her exhausted, and her head bounced on the mattress twice when she let her body go limp. “Good girl, good girl.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slurped the essence dripping across his fingers before resting his head on the mattress. “Now you can rest up now. A mother-to-be such as you needs all of the rest.” He held her hand and then rested it atop her heaving chest. “We will continue this shortly, but for now, you may recover. After all, we are expecting a baby, no?” 

“...” 

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those heavy, sad eyes. I might get worried and cry, you know.” Clicking his tongue, Ashen One moved his hand up and tenderly stroked her scarred side. “Though it looks beautiful on you, I hope my son will not inherit this scar from you.” He commented, mentally asking himself why this scar would seemingly enhance her snow-cold beauty, yet when he imagined it on Anri or Yuria, it would look hideous. Perhaps, it might look hideous on his son, if she were ever to birth one. Friede did not say anything and just blinked tiredly, for she, too, hoped that her child wouldn’t have any of her misfortune, and she also hoped her child wouldn’t have any scars. 

“I cannot wait to meet you, my son.”