The General's gesture was slight, his hand rising slowly and pausing in the air – a silent command that spoke volumes to Fereyan. She needed no words, a force that demanded compliance.

  Fereyan's eyes flickered, and with intensity, in an instant, they shifted from azure to a glowing green—a color that sent waves of energy through the space. He approached her, and she sat trembling on the cold ground. She felt the raw, unfiltered energy emanating from him. She could not see him, but her body responded to the oppressive energy that pulsed in the air.

  ~Who is this? Who's coming for me?~ she thought, unchecked, as she sat helpless on the cold floor.

  The presence was like being touched by a sweet-scented perfume, yet cold and sterile. She had no means to prepare herself, no way to steel her nerves against it.

  Fereyan knelt beside her, his gaze washing over her fragile pink form. Not yet he touched her, but the pull between them felt undeniable – magnetic. A shudder ran through her as his power inched closer.

  The General leaned back comfortably in his chair, retrieving the hypercube from his pocket and turning it zily in his hand.

  To his left, Tolius had seated himself with a quiet grin, taking advantage of his off-duty time when he could be himself. His eyes scanned the ndscape beyond the windows, the view so surreal it was like a living painting—folding and shifting as if the gods had rewritten the reality they were in.

  On the other side of the room, Kairoth stood at attention, awaiting further orders. His muscles were taut, a coiled readiness that hinted at the violence lurking beneath his composed exterior. Kairoth's expression remained calm, though his gaze flickered toward the woman occasionally, his unreadable eyes hiding whatever thoughts churned within him.

  As for the other guard, the one stationed near the door, his presence was strange—almost unnerving. No one could tell what he saw, what visions pyed behind those closed eyes. He sat motionless, his posture rigid, as if caught in some private reverie, detached from the world around him.

  Her blindfold, Kraivu's doing, of course. That wicked old sorcerer always found ways to unravel people at their very core. This time, his spell had been fierce. It did more than block her vision; it drowned her in sensation and chaotic energy, leaving her defenses crumbling. Her power, typically refined and controlled, had been reduced to a flicker—a candle in a hurricane.

  She didn't know if it was worse to be blinded or to have her powers so completely hidden that she couldn't even feel herself anymore. Kraivu's handiwork was precise and cruel in its perfection. She remained with the raw, undiluted energy around her and the chaos of her fear and helplessness.

  "Look at me," his voice was a quiet command, his voice filtered through the comm, though she couldn't comply. She couldn't see him, yet his words gripped her senses like she had. Fear cshed with a strange, unwelcome ecstasy that curled within her stomach, gnawing away at her resistance.

  Fereyan leaned in closer, his breath cool against her neck. His scent – a mix of steel and something sweeter – filled her senses. "You're mine now," he murmured.

  She trembled, fear pulsing through her veins.

  ~No, I'm not. I can't…~, she thought to herself, desperate and panting, the energy, this pce being supernatural enough to make her skin prickle. She wanted to run. She had to – but couldn't.

  The General smirked and appuded softly, letting a soft chuckle of approval come from his throat, breaking the silence.

  " Good job," he says. Shifting his gaze from Fereyan to Kairoth in silent agreement.

  Fereyan stood slowly, his gaze still fixed on her. With a clear of his throat, his energy almost seemed to shift to softer, calming yet still tense energy—he had returned his eyes to their soft, azure hue, repced by an angelic calm. "You'll learn," he said softly, though the promise in his words was chilling.

  She whimpered as she struggled to process what had just happened.

  From across the room, Kairoth's gaze burned into her. His energy was sharp and electric, seeming to ripple through the air like thunder. His energy crackled subtly in the air like a quiet storm approaching. His energy was palpable, sharp, and dangerous. She could feel it, almost reaching her skin like soft needles, inside her like a tattoo, igniting that sense of submission and pleasure that had settled deep in her core.

  Fereyan, with a graceful move, reached down to lift her from the floor with surprising ease. Her body was limp, drained of energy and strength, yet the moment his gloved hands gripped her, a shudder ran through her, making her gasp softly. She barely had the strength to lift her head, and when she did, Fereyan's cold, sweet energy enveloped her like a fog.

  With a smooth motion, his hand raised to her blindfold, his green eyes glowing again softly. He lifted the fabric just enough to reveal one of her, its hue so pink almost unnatural, a testament to her drained powers. Her face flushed and was barely recognizable under the weight of pleasure and exhaustion. The furrowed expression on her brow, though born from the ecstasy coursing through her, was misinterpreted by Fereyan. His eyes narrowed in cruel amusement as he whispered, "Don't defy me, doll."

  Observing with detached amusement, the General twirled the hypercube one st time before tossing it casually and catching it. "You're wasting time, Fereyan," he said with a smirk." Do you need to do – or perhaps you need Kairoth's help?"

  The mention of Kairoth snapped Fereyan out. No – this was his moment. He wouldn't let anyone else make the move. Not Kairoth. Not anyone. He gritted his teeth, fingers trembling slightly as they finally brushed against her.

  "I won't hurt you. Yet." Fereyan whispered, his voice low but ced with the weight of a promise he wasn't sure he could keep.

  The General's mocking ughter filled the air. "I suppose we'll see about that," he remarked, his voice edged with dark promise.

  But whether she heard him or understood, he couldn't tell. The furrow in her brow deepened, though it was not defiance that tightened her features. It was the overwhelming sensation that consumed and shattered her sense of self. Her mind reflected broken pieces of something that didn't make sense – "Do I ..love him?.. Mm, F-Fereyan..? Wha-a..?" - The thought slipped through her consciousness like a glitch machine, irrelevant yet impossible to ignore. It almost felt humorous, like her brain was trying to process feelings it didn't know how to handle.

  Fereyan groaned softly, savoring the sight of her half-covered eye, drinking in her vulnerability.

  He murmured, his voice low and intimate, sending another shiver down her spine. "You have to ingest some energy, you know," he paused, savoring her expression. "To get used to it."

  Looking into his eyes, she nodded weakly; the scene felt almost like two different ndscapes. His eyes of a feral bright yet deep green, whispering volumes of history, depth unknown, pulling her in, unable to look away. It was as if his green eyes were telling their own – stories that she couldn't decipher but felt endless, with every passing moment fshing before her eyes like different film reels rolling. Her eyes, devoured completely of any life in them, now of a pink so ethereal, a sparkly deep pink that shined in the light, wet from her tears, trembling and pleading with her sight for mercy.

  Fereyan dragged her toward the General, his movements careful but with a growing intensity that bordered on impatience. They stood before him, who remained seated.

  Without warning, Fereyan's hand shot out and snapped the holographic phone from the desk before the General. His brow raised a single flicker of surprise breaking through his usual calm demeanor. The audacity of Fereyan's action hung in the air, heavy and unexpected.

  "What exactly are you doing, Fereyan?" the General's voice was low, almost amused, though there was a hard edge.

  Fereyan ignored the question, his fingers deftly scrolling through a series of buttons and mechanisms lit up before him. His fingers danced over the controls, and within moments, a small holographic interface appeared, showing the upper ceiling of the room. Fereyan activated the mechanism, revealing a hidden staircase in the projection.

  With a soft mechanical whirr, the ceiling above them began to shift, panels sliding away to reveal a set of descending stairs. The entrance yawned open, dark and foreboding, as if beckoning them toward something more sinister.

  "It's time for you to feel energized," Fereyan said, his voice carrying an ironic edge. His eyes flicked toward her, a small smirk pying on his lips. He knew she had no energy left, could barely stand on her own feet, her body teetering on the edge of colpse. Yet the cruel promise in his words was unmistakable.

  He filled her with a new emotion – dread. The General's raised brow slowly lowered, his expression settling back into the calm, detached demeanor he always wore. He said nothing, his silence more oppressive than any command he could have given.

  Fereyan gave her one final gnce before leading her toward the stairs. Her legs trembled beneath her as they moved toward her. He carefully guided her to a bed covered in red silky sheets. As she lowered onto it, she felt the smoothness of the cold sheets against her skin. The bed offered her a small comfort amidst her situation. The others followed Fereyan into the ceiling-hidden pyroom, securing the office door behind them with a decisive click.

  Fereyan, bending forward towards her, began to unbuckle his belt mere inches from her face. Her body tensed in response, a shudder of pleasure and anticipation passing through her. As he traced the belt slowly along her cheek, his groans were low as he caressed her lips with the belt, all while methodically unzipping his pants.

  A soft moan escaped her lips, calling his name. "F-Fereyan." Her voice, filled with a blend of excitement and desperation, echoed her internal struggle. Overwhelmed by the situation and surrounded by unfamiliar faces, she felt a surge of shyness and embarrassment. The General remained her sole source of perceived safety.

  "Sir, I beg of you..It's too much for me to handle," she implored, her voice desperate.

  A low, rumbling groan, different from what she had heard so far, was an unexpected reaction to the moment's intensity; the mysterious guard heard her plea and did not go unnoticed, warning her.

  The General seated nearby answered. "Surrender. This is your final warning," he said, his voice carrying a malevolent edge. Though she could not see his expression, the weight of his words was palpable. Her answer was silence, head bowed.

  Fereyan remained bent, now taking out his cock from his boxers in front of her. The General stepped back, lighting a tobacco cigarette. He stood before the three guards fnking him – Tolius, Kairoth, and the previously indifferent guard, who now appeared to be present and interested.

  Her senses heightened, every nerve alive on its own. The scent of the cigarette wafted through the air, mingling with Fereyan's sweet scent and arousal.

  He pressed on her lips with his cock, his velvety smoothness and warmth of the skin sent a ripple of pleasure through her, making her lips quiver, parting as by instinct, inviting him in. She blushed, squeezing the bedsheets in her fists, sensing the energy through his tip, coming in closer and pressing. Fereyan opened her mouth slowly with his cock, thrusting forward slightly, allowing her saliva to coat his length.

  Her internal monologue stuttered, her mind unable to form coherent thoughts as the sensations consumed her. ~Fereyan's scent is,~ she tried to think, but the mind refused. Instead, she surrendered herself willingly to his control, her tongue moving with her motions, worshipping every inch of him as he moved above her.

  He gripped her hair firmly, immersed in the intensity of the moment. His strong fingers wove through her soft strands, guiding her every movement. The pleasure derived from her actions was palpable, and his smirk revealed the depth of his satisfaction. He enjoyed her submission, and he reveled in the intimate power he held over her.

  The General's low, purring voice cut through the intimacy, dripping with satisfaction. "What a good girl," he said, his words ced with approval and seduction.

  With an almost theatrical gesture, the General signaled to Kairoth, who nodded and approached her, slowly beginning to caress her head. His touch was one of comfort, and she responded to the touch, emitting soft, innocent moans as she resumed her movements, her body surrounding her.

  Kairoth, eager to join in the py, took his turn with a more insistent approach, pressing down firmly on her head. As he began to unfasten his pants, his deep groans reverberated through the room, sending shivers inside her body. The confusion made it difficult for her to discern who interacted with her.

  As Kairoth's cock repced Fereyan's in her mouth, Kairoth met her tongue with a new different energy. The taste and texture of him sent tingles of energy and desire coursing through her, her mouth trembling as she moaned softly.

  The scene at hand bought to the forefront vivid memories of the scene in the office with the two women sucking the guard's cocks, further heightening her sense of vulnerability. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she felt herself sinking deeper into the disorienting dreamlike state.

  Eager to please and seeing them fight on her mouth, she took submissively both cocks in her hands, one on each side, and began to stroke them. She alternated between sucking on each one, sometimes taking one deep into her mouth while stroking the other, and at different times, licking on turns. The tips of their cocks would touch her tongue, and she would swirl around them, her lips caressing their sensitive heads, their energies mingling together.

  As she continued to pleasure them, her desire grew, her body aching for more, caught in the intoxicating dance of submission and sensuality.

  The General observed the scene while dragging from his cigarette, releasing a plume of smoke that drifted zily through the air. His voice smoothly cut through the atmosphere. "Guess who it is on the right and the left?" he asked, his teasing tone dripping with dark edge. The question hung in the air, letting the silence stretch before adding, "Or from the left and to the right?" His words meant to confuse her further, to amplify her disorientation. The precise orientation was inconsequential to him, but to her, it muddled her already clouded perception.

  And it worked, she was confused.

  "Come now, boys, let her rest," the General commanded mockingly. An unmistakable glint of malice flickered in his eyes, the ominous fre of purple energy surging from his left eye, casting a faint glow that seemed to pulse.

  They relented for a brief moment, stepping back just enough to allow her a fleeting moment of reprieve. The pause did little to soothe her; instead, she yearned for more.

  "Tick tock," Kairoth hissed, his voice low and warped, distorted through the moduting device that masked his identity. The distorted quality of his voice twisted the simple words into something far more menacing. It was as though time itself slowed.

  ~Is it the new guard? Noo. I- He feels familiar somehow...~ Her thoughts spiraled into a frantic whirl, tangled in confusion. Her breath shuddered, the heaviness in the air pressing down on her.

  ~Fereyan, he was with me st time. Yes, but where? Where is he now? And who is the other person?~ The moments of silence, rare and fleeting, were the only reprieve from the relentless sensory overload she had endured. In those brief, quiet seconds, she clung to the stillness as if it were her only anchor, a fragile safety pilr amidst the chaotic storm inside her mind. The faintest glimmer of recognition stirred within her, but it was elusive, like a dream half-remembered in the waking hours, slipping away just when she thought she could make sense of it.

  ~Today I met Kairoth, so... the General wouldn't have me guess something unfamiliar... would he? But... the King... st time, he came too... and made me guess, even though... I had never... known... never... touched... ~Her mind fshed back to that moment, memories of that overwhelming presence stirring pleasure deep within her. ~Felt... him... oh... so... much...AHH!~

  Her body trembled visibly, something that caught the General's eyes, and momentarily raised an eyebrow. The sensations too intense to ignore coursing through her, even tho her thoughts spiraled deep, a sudden surge of ecstasy burst through her, uncontrolled and undeniable. With the st vestige of her breath, she let out a yelp, her voice cutting the stillness around her. "AHH!!" the sound was raw and unbridled, a reflection of the release she could no longer contain.

  She squeezed her legs together, arched her back, her hands trembling on their cocks, and in an instant release, she grabbed the bedsheets trembling whole, gritting her teeth. A warm, slick trail of cum traced its way down her thighs and spread on the red bedsheet. Her climax, undeniable despite the ck of physical touch, was startling.

  She was left bewildered and enthralled as she y there, The General ughed, his amusement pin as he observed her climax without anyone even having id a hand on her. ~Cum on the bed…without a single touch~. The thought was met with shared satisfaction as they exchanged knowing gnces.

  The men's soft ughter ignited like a chorus of praise for their "work of art." They stood there, admiring the result of their influence over her.

  "F-Fereyan is..." Her voice trembled, barely able to push the words past her lips as her thoughts swirled in confusion. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge, the corners of his lips curling into a cruel, knowing smile. "Yes?" His voice was smooth, dangerously soft, and ced with a mockery that made her stomach churn. The simple word—so innocent—was wielded by him with the precision of a bde.

  Meanwhile, Fereyan remains deep in his feelings in a straightforward, dominating phase, his focus narrowing to the raw power he feels over her submission and helplessness. His eyes— a striking green—glow with an intense, almost predatory edge, reflecting his singur desire to remain in control.

  The soft sound of her yelp echoes in the room, drawing Fereyan's attention for a brief moment. It's as if her voice pushes him to the brink, and with a satisfied smirk, he also reaches climax, his cock untouched. He releases on her cheek while thrusting forward one final time, his cock brushing against her cheek, his release complete, a stream of warmth nding on her skin.

  He gazes down at her, savoring the sight - his fresh release on her face, her trembling lips, the sheen of sweat glistening on her pink skin.

  She begins to sob softly, the tears slipping down her cheeks as the overwhelming intensity of the situation crashes over her.

  The General watches her intently, his brow furrowing as he notices the cracks forming in her composure. There's a brief flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, and for the first time, he seems to acknowledge that he may have pushed her too far. With a long, measured sigh, he steps back, his demeanor shifting slightly. His previous intensity wanes, repced with a softer, more calcuted approach. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice taking on a more soothing, almost coaxing tone as if trying to reel her back from the edge. "No need to fret now."

  There's a pause, and then his lips curl into a seductive, almost teasing smile. "Just... suck it with ardor for me, will you?" he purrs, the words dripping with a pyful mockery that contrasts with the gentleness of his earlier tone.