Takes place after chapter 81.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the last day Elana would have to suffer under not being the Queen she deserved to be. With the summit just hours away, she felt the victory in her grasp. All she needed to do now was to get some rest. But first, she needed to do something about this thirst.
Torturing Toy had sated her appetite somewhat, but she felt hungry again. There was a burning need in her stomach and dryness in her throat. She stared at her room’s ceiling, the darkness failing to carry her away to sleep.
“Shit.” She flipped from one side to the other, considering if she should just masturbate. Or maybe call for Cinthia? Toy was likely healing after their play time. And really, she just wanted – needed – her sister’s pussy.
Realising the sleep would not come for a long while, she decided to get up and maybe find something to drink. The glass next to her bed was empty, but there had to be some water on the table.
Only for there to be none. After a moment of reflection, she recalled finishing it early. After all, she had been thirsty for the longest time now. “Dammit.” Her pussy ached and her mind wandered. “Water. I need water…”
Exiting the room, Elana found herself in an empty hall. She stretched, her white nightgown fluttering in the wind coming from the nearby open window. The smell of night air invigorated her, setting her on a path…
“Elana?”
Halfway towards the kitchen, Elana stumbled upon… No. This was not a coincidence. “Mary.” She frowned, not in the mood for any plays. Her eyes travelled down, inspecting her sister’s simple dress. “Just the woman I wanted to meet…” She licked her lips, before realising she was showing signs of addiction. “But not now.”
Mary’s expression didn’t falter. She deferred, making way for Elana’s passing. “Can I come along?” She pleaded.
Her sister’s tone irked Elana. She was plenty angry at Mary already, but it was too soon to lash out. Tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow she will have everything. But for now, water. “Don’t follow.”
Part of her expected Mary to disobey, but her sister once more yielded. She murmured something before retreating.
There was something unusual about that. Elana knew there was, but the heat was getting to her. She glanced around, still not finding anyone, and marched on, finally reaching the empty kitchen.
Entering, she headed straight for the water jar. Elana grabbed the closest glass and poured some of the liquid, hoping it would stave off the primal need for sex she experienced. She paused, examining the jar, smelling it. Her sister had been prowling around the mansion. There had to be a reason.
But her inspection didn’t result in anything, and her thirst was growing unbearable. Still, she changed the glass, taking the one from a shelf. The jar, too, was probably not the best to drink from.
It took time, but she found a water bucket stowed in a chamber next to the kitchen. She refreshed herself, taking the thing along, and returned to her room. Her body finally relaxed as she stepped inside her bed. The familiar scent of her bed and the soft pillow did wonders to her exhaustion now that she had refilled herself.
Now… She… Was…
The last thought before falling asleep was that her pillow scent was a bit too familiar. As if…
—
Snapping back to reality, Elana groaned. Her mind was a swirling mess of… blersh. That was the only description she could come up with. Her arms felt heavy… Legs too. In fact, she couldn’t move at all, her limbs glued to the bed as if tied down by chains.
“Shfmsmh…” she slurred, fighting her eyelids. Elana knew there was something important meant to be happening today. She had to get up. In a second. She would get up in a second.
First, she needed to… Drink. She was thirsty… Water. She needed water again. That or her sister’s…
“Mary!” Elana’s mind jerked, pulling back together into coherence. She forced her eyes open, momentarily blinding herself. Her limbs still remained unmoving, despite her best efforts. She just felt so weak! “Fuck!”
As the vision cleared, Elana realised she was actually chained to a bed, her limbs tied to each corner of it. She pulled on her restraints, trying to gather every bit of mana she could. But all it did was make her feel nauseous.
“Mary!” She tried to roar in anger, managing only a squeak. “I will KILL YOU!” Elana swore. “IT WILL BE SLOW!”
There was no answer. She turned her head, studying the chamber with no windows and a single door at the end of the bed. There was nothing else. This place was a cage crafted for her. “MARY!”
Worry filled her heart. Elana’s head fell to the side, her gaze landing on the bracelet around her hand. “Moira…” Her breathing grew heavy. She tried to push her will, pulling on the divine power. It should grant her enough power to free herself.
But just before she could, a soft click and a sharp, creaking sound announced her sister’s arrival. Elana’s fingers clenched into a fist as she failed to focus her mind. “What did you do to me?”
Mary giggled. The happy, clear laughter grated on Elana’s ears, making her sick in the stomach.
“I made sure you won’t do anything stupid.” Mary stepped into Elana’s line of sight and waved. “Hey! I had to make sure you are safe and don’t hurt yourself. So I gave you something calming.” She nodded along with her words.
“You drugged me.” Elana growled.
Mary sadly nodded, while her face turned into an ugly mask. “I had no other choice. That harlot spellbound you. I don’t know what she used but…” Her twisted expression returned to a radiant smile. “But now it doesn’t matter. I made sure we can be together forever. You won’t have to worry about anything. And look…” She began undressing, slowly dropping her dress on the ground revealing her beautiful body.
“Look.” Mary slid her hands down her body, ending between her legs. “Here is everything you ever wanted. And I will feed you plenty!”
