CHAPTER 225: NOT HER FIRST TIME

Nathan’s body kept twisting in pain, his face pale, cold sweat dripping down in streams. The agony in his stomach only worsened—like a thousand shards of ice stabbing straight into his organs.

"Ahh... beautiful," Lilith whispered, her voice soft yet dripping with dark desire. She pressed her lips close to Nathan’s ear, her breath warm against the chill devouring his body.

Her right hand stayed locked tight around his fingers—firm, possessive. Meanwhile, her left hand slowly moved downward. Her cold yet gentle fingers brushed against Nathan’s most sensitive spot, already on edge from barely enduring the pain.

"Ng—ghhh!!" Nathan’s eyes went wide, his body snapping stiff. The pain tearing through his stomach suddenly tangled with an alien rush of pleasure. His mind screamed to reject it, but his nerves betrayed him.

Lilith chuckled softly. "Shhh... don’t fight it. Let the pain mix with pleasure. That’s the path to your power."

Her fingers began stroking slowly, steady in rhythm. Every movement made Nathan shudder violently. The searing pain inside clashed with waves of ecstasy forcing their way up. His body trembled, breath ragged, his face a chaotic mess of grimaces and strangled moans.

"I... w-what are you—uhhh... doing...!" His voice cracked, half shout, half moan.

Lilith smiled with raw hunger, resting her chin on his shoulder, her words like venomous whispers.

"Look at you... even when your life is hanging by a thread, your body stays honest to Mother’s touch. The pain... the pleasure... all of it becoming one, reshaping the real you."

Nathan writhed, fingers clawing at empty air, his body desperate to resist but unable to. The colliding sensations shattered his focus—like a storm ripping apart his sanity.

His head dropped back, eyes rolling halfway white. "I-I’m... losing it... this—aaaahhhhhh!!"

And through it all, Lilith only watched with a satisfied smile. To her, seeing Nathan broken, forced to accept pain as pleasure, was the most beautiful sight imaginable.

Livia froze in place. Her eyes went wide, breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her. Lilith—the very figure she had once called Savior—was stroking Nathan gently, yet with full domination. The pain that had nearly claimed his life was now tangled with raw moans, a mix of torment and forbidden pleasure.

Her throat bobbed on reflex. Glup—she swallowed hard, her chest pounding wildly. Part of her wanted to look away, to pretend she hadn’t seen this twisted intimacy. But before she could avert her gaze, Lilith’s voice cut through the air—soft, yet sharp enough to pierce.

"Don’t be like that, little rabbit..." Lilith turned halfway, her crimson eyes glowing, her smile dripping with power. "If you want to watch, then watch. Your dignity won’t shatter just because you witness this. You’re a fighter, aren’t you? A fighter never runs from reality."

The words struck deep, burning through Livia like a slap across the face. She felt stripped bare—not her body, but her pride. Her hand trembled against the ground, nails nearly breaking into her own skin.

And yet... her eyes couldn’t look away.

Before her, Nathan writhed in Lilith’s embrace, his body forced to surrender to that chaotic collision of sensations. Lilith held him tight, almost like a mother soothing her child... yet her left hand kept stroking, the rhythm growing more intense. The faint wet sound merged with Nathan’s broken moans.

"Ahhh... nghhh... it... hurts... but...!"

His teeth ground together, his face tilting upward, eyes rolling halfway white.

Livia bit her lower lip, her heart spiraling into chaos. Anger, shame, disgust... and something else she couldn’t bring herself to name.

Then Lilith turned fully, her gaze locking onto Livia’s with a thin, knowing smile—like she could read every thought running through the rabbit’s mind.

"Look closely, Livia. This is suffering transformed into intimacy. Don’t lower your eyes, don’t turn away. Stare at it—and let yourself learn."

Livia trembled. For the first time, she truly felt like nothing more than a rabbit caught before a predator.

in his mind, Nathan could barely tell anymore what was pain and what was pleasure.

Why... why is this happening...?

His teeth chattered, his body trembling violently. He tried to steel himself, forcing his body to sit up, to push away from Lilith’s embrace. But the moment he moved even slightly, Lilith’s hand—still gripping and stroking his shaft—tightened instead.

"Ahhh—!" Nathan’s moan broke loose, his body arching forward. A cold stab tore through his lower belly, yet the heat Lilith forced to bloom down below clashed with it, merging into one storm that made his mind feel like it was exploding.

This is wrong... my body... why does it feel good at a time like this...?! Sweat streamed from his chin as pain kept hammering his insides, but every time he tried to resist, Lilith’s strokes twisted that agony back into a strange pleasure that trapped him deeper.

In front of them, Livia slowly lowered herself, knees pressing into the frozen ground, her breathing ragged, her eyes locked on Nathan’s face twisted with suffering. Her small hands trembled against her knees, her heart pounding like a drum.

That sight—Nathan writhing in both pain and forced ecstasy—pierced into her memory. She recalled vividly the time her lips had wrapped around Nathan’s cock back when things were still "normal." The sensation, the faint saltiness, the warmth filling her mouth... it all came rushing back to her now.

If I... did it now, while I’m fully aware... would it feel different? Would it be... fun? The thought burned in her chest, making her bite down on her lower lip, cheeks flushing. Yet her eyes refused to turn away from Nathan’s shaft, toyed relentlessly in Lilith’s hand.

As if reading Livia’s very thoughts, Lilith glanced at her with a faint smile. Her fingers moved faster, steady in rhythm, each stroke wringing out more twisted moans from Nathan’s mouth, his face caught between terror and pleasure.

"Don’t hold back, little rabbit... if you’re curious, then let yourself watch until you’re satisfied."

Livia swallowed hard, her body unconsciously leaning forward inch by inch—pulled in by the very curiosity she hated to admit.

Lilith’s lips curved into a thin smile, her eyes sharp as blades, though her voice came out like a mother’s tender whisper.

"Livia... pull this boy’s pants down. Don’t hesitate. You’ve touched him before, haven’t you? This time, look at him with your eyes wide open."

Livia jolted, her heart leaping into her throat. "I-I... no..." Her voice shook, yet her body moved on its own. Something heavy pressed against her spirit, forcing her to obey.

With trembling hands, she reached for the hem of Nathan’s pants. Her heart rebelled, but her fingers kept pulling, slowly sliding the fabric down.

"Ngghh... w-what... are you doing...!" Nathan’s voice cracked, his head shaking, his body still caught between agony and twisted pleasure.

And when the fabric finally slipped low, the sight before her made Livia swallow hard.

Nathan’s shaft—once the very thing she had spoiled with her lips and tongue—now stood stiff, veins pulsing, the tip gleaming with clear fluid. That pre-cum glistened faintly in the dim light, dripping slowly.

Livia froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. This... this is the flesh I once played with... the one I once took into my mouth... and now... Her chest rose and fell sharply, a strange heat coiling through her body—part shame, part shock, and something deeper she dared not admit.

Lilith chuckled softly, her milk-white hand never leaving his cock, stroking it with a sly rhythm.

"Beautiful, isn’t it? You tasted it once before... but look at it now, Livia. So hard, so hot... even while his body is wracked with pain."

Livia held her breath, her lips trembling. She couldn’t believe it—the flesh she had once thought of as a guilty toy in a reckless moment now looked alive, dangerous... more tempting than she’d ever imagined.

"B-but..." Her voice was faint, barely audible. Yet her eyes never left the slick head, the clear drops that kept sliding down.

Lilith leaned in closer, whispering in a tone both coaxing and commanding:

"Don’t run from it, little rabbit. You’ve tasted it before... so why refuse to look again? Stare at it... and ask yourself whether you truly wish to turn away."

Lilith suddenly stopped her hand. Her pale, porcelain grip slid away from Nathan’s shaft, leaving a slick sheen along the rigid flesh.

Nathan groaned faintly, his body trembling—caught between the ache of loss and the fragile relief of a brief release.

Livia swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto the sight. It was so close, so vivid. Her hands trembled, but curiosity devoured the last scraps of her logic. Without realizing it, her lips parted, a hesitant whisper slipping out:

"C... can I...?"

Lilith immediately turned, her smile thin but sharp, as if she’d been waiting for those very words. "Yeah," she answered softly yet firm, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Go on."

As if pulled by invisible strings, Livia’s hand reached forward. Her small, trembling fingers brushed along Nathan’s shaft before wrapping fully around it. The heat of it shot through her, sending shivers across her whole body, her breath catching in her throat.

"Ghh—Li... Livia...?" Nathan gasped, his half-conscious eyes wide, disbelief in his voice at the rabbit now touching him.

Lilith lowered her head, her gaze dripping with satisfaction. Her voice came out in a hushed murmur—soft, yet sweet as poison:

"Good girl.