CHAPTER 182: JADE DESIRE

Jade’s eyes, still dark and languid with recent passion, held a new, intriguing spark. She reached out, her fingers lacing with Eren’s, her touch surprisingly gentle given the intensity that still clung to them both. A subtle tug, a silent invitation, and she began to lead him away from the vibrant, playful chaos of the main chamber.

They moved through a hidden doorway, cleverly disguised within the colorful murals, into a narrow, dimly lit passage. The air immediately grew cooler, heavier, carrying a faint metallic scent. The playful sounds of the previous room faded, replaced by an echoing silence. Eren’s curiosity piqued, a low hum of anticipation replacing the recent euphoria. He followed her, his hand still intertwined with hers, trusting her unspoken guidance.

The passage opened into a large, cavernous space, bathed in an eerie, subdued light that seemed to emanate from a hidden source. The first thing Eren noticed was the large, still pool of dark water that dominated the center of the room. Its surface was unmoving, reflecting the dim light like an obsidian mirror. And then he saw them. Chains. Heavy, iron chains hung from the ceiling, glinting ominously in the gloom, some dangling directly over the water, others fastened to the rough-hewn stone walls. Various implements of a less recreational nature lay on a nearby stone table, their shapes indistinct in the dimness but their purpose unmistakable.

"What is this?" Eren asked, his voice low, a ripple of surprise, perhaps even a hint of apprehension, running through him. This was a stark departure from the joyful, innocent persona Jade had cultivated.

Jade turned to him, her eyes now fully alive, reflecting the cold gleam of the chains. Her earlier childlike demeanor was gone, replaced by a subtle, almost predatory gleam. "This," she explained, her voice a low, even tone that sent a shiver down his spine, "is where I greet those who have... crossed my path. Who have broken their promises. Who have dared to defy me or the Master. This is where I ensure they understand the true meaning of regret." A faint, chilling smile touched her lips.

Eren’s gaze swept over the chains again, a knot forming in his stomach. The implications were clear, brutal. "So... you torture them?" he asked, the words feeling heavy on his tongue.

Jade didn’t answer with words. Instead, she released his hand and began to walk towards a set of chains that hung from the ceiling directly above a shallow part of the pool. Her movements were graceful, purposeful, devoid of her earlier bounciness. She reached out, her slender fingers wrapping around the thick, cold links of one chain. She pulled, testing its weight, its strength. She pulled harder, her muscles tensing, and Eren watched as the chain tautened, pulling down from the ceiling with a soft creak.

She gripped it with both hands, her knuckles turning white, a taut line of muscle appearing along her arms. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes burning with an intense, raw desire that was almost frightening.

"I want you to torture me, Veilwalker," she said, her voice a low, seductive rasp that was entirely new, yet utterly compelling. The playful innocence was completely stripped away, revealing a primal need, a deep yearning for surrender. She pulled the chain again, and a soft, metallic click echoed in the silent chamber as she secured it, holding it taut.

"Come here," she commanded, her voice dropping to an almost unbearable whisper, laced with a potent invitation that pulled at his very core. "Come and give me what I crave."

Eren found himself moving, drawn by an irresistible force. The stark contrast between her two personas, the innocent child and this demanding, submissive mistress, was intoxicating. He walked towards her, his dick already throbbing in anticipation, responding to her unspoken dominance. He stopped directly in front of her, his gaze locked on hers.

She released the chain, her hands reaching for his face, cupping his cheeks. Her eyes, dark and insatiable, burned into his. She pulled him closer, closing the small distance between their mouths, initiating a deep, hungry kiss.

Their lips met, a primal clash of desire. Her mouth was hot, demanding, her tongue immediately seeking his, battling for dominance. He kissed her back with equal fervor, his own tongue swirling with hers, a desperate dance of possession. His hands, free now, moved to her large, heavy breasts, cupping them, kneading the soft flesh. He found her nipples, already hard and erect, and began to rub them with his thumbs, gently at first, then with increasing pressure, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"Mmm... ohh..." Jade moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against his lips. Her body pressed into his, her hips grinding against his groin, a constant reminder of the intimate space between them.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, exploring every corner, tasting her hunger. He pulled on her nipples, twisting them gently, making her whimper against his mouth. He felt her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, a silent demand for more. The kiss went on and on, a long, drawn-out exploration of their shared desire, his hands relentlessly teasing her breasts, bringing her closer to the brink.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to breathe, their lips still brushing. He looked into her eyes, seeing the raw, unbridled lust shining there, a reflection of his own.

He slowly lowered himself to one knee before her, his gaze dropping to her pussy. It was swollen, glistening wet, ready and waiting. He reached out, his hands moving with agonizing slowness. He started by tracing the delicate lines of her outer labia, his fingertips feather-light, barely touching her sensitive skin. He felt her shiver, a small tremor running through her body.

"Ohh... Eren... please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a desperate plea.

He ignored her words, focusing on her body. His fingers, slow and deliberate, parted her wet folds, exposing her glistening clit. He didn’t touch it directly at first. Instead, he worked around it, teasing, circling, using his fingertips to draw out the exquisite anticipation. He felt her inner walls clench, pulling him in, urging him to go deeper.

He inserted one finger into her, slowly, carefully, feeling her tight embrace. He worked it in, twisting, swirling, exploring her depths. Then, he added another finger, stretching her, filling her more completely. He moved them in and out, a slow, sensual rhythm, making her gasp and moan.

"Ahhh... yes! So good! Deeper... oh, God!" she cried out, her hips instinctively bucking against his hand, pushing herself onto his fingers.

He pulled back slightly, then plunged his fingers back in, finding her G-spot, pressing it firmly, swirling his fingers around it. Her body stiffened, then arched, a low, guttural moan tearing from her throat. He continued his slow, deliberate work, his fingers dancing within her, exploring every sensitive curve.

He leaned in, his mouth finding her clit. He began to lick, his tongue sweeping over her, tasting her, absorbing her essence. He sucked lightly, drawing on her, pulling out soft, whimpering moans. He teased, then soothed, building the tension, pushing her closer to the edge without ever quite letting her go.

"Please... Eren... I can’t... I can’t take this..." she begged, her voice already beginning to crack with raw pleasure. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth. He heard the faint squish of her wetness as his tongue worked inside.

He pushed her further, his tongue a blur of motion, driving her to the absolute limit. He sucked on her clit, a deep, pulling suction that made her cry out. He felt her wetness pouring over his face, warm and thick, mixing with the cool droplets of water that still clung to her skin. He tasted her, fully, completely.

"Yes! Oh, my God! AHHHHH!"

She shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his tongue. A powerful, hot gush erupted from her, drenching his face, his hair, his mouth. It was thick, warm, and sweet, flooding his senses. She spasmed violently, her entire body arching and trembling, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from herself. He continued to work her, relentlessly, absorbing her every ripple until her body finally went limp in his arms, utterly spent, breathing in ragged gasps.

He stayed there for a moment, allowing her warmth to wash over him, tasting the salty sweetness of her come. He felt her breathe, slowly, deeply, as the tremors faded. After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head, his face slick and glistening with her essence. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing, a smear of her wetness on his chin.

Jade looked down at him, her pale eyes half-closed, her lips swollen, a deep satisfaction painted across her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She took a moment, regaining her breath, her gaze lingering on his face, which was now marked by her pleasure.

Eren slowly rose to his feet, his dick still hard and throbbing, ready for more. He reached out, his hands settling onto her hips. He turned her around, gently but firmly, until her back was facing him, and her beautiful, rounded ass was presented to him, still glistening wetly.

He raised his hand, then brought it down, SMACK! a loud, resonant slap against her soft flesh. The sound echoed in the silent chamber.

Jade gasped, a sharp intake of breath.

"You want torture?" he growled, his voice deep and rough.

She nodded, a subtle tremor running through her. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I do."