Citadel of Desire - Chapter 7

The memories come rushing back vividly. It was after a late lunch, on the day Claudan had personally sliced an apple for dessert. Ray ate it happily, oblivious to the apparent shock it caused Mrs. Mary and Philip at the time.

There were other moments, too. One afternoon, while Ray spent hours engrossed in a book, Claudan sat beside her. He fed her cake with a fork and poured her tea. When Ray opened her mouth like a baby bird awaiting food, the fork would seamlessly find its way in. All she had to do was pat her full stomach and turn the pages of her book.

At the time, she thought such behavior was natural and unremarkable. But the reaction from Mrs. Mary, upon hearing about it, was far from mild.

“Really? Are we truly talking about the same master I serve?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“My goodness,” she had exclaimed, looking at Ray as if she were a curious oddity—a child prone to spinning tall tales. Yet after witnessing the truth firsthand, her attitude shifted dramatically.

Her view of Claudan’s behavior leaned toward outright disbelief.

“He must be suppressing his true nature—it must be exhausting for him,” Mrs. Mary had said.

“True nature?” Ray had asked, puzzled.

Just as Mary’s lips began to open, brimming with excitement to elaborate, Philip intervened, setting down the teacup he had been clearing.

“Mind your words,” he warned sternly.

Philip’s sharp glare carried the weight of a blade poised to slice through any reckless tongue. Startled, Mrs. Mary had stormed off in a huff, leaving Ray to return to her reading, eventually forgetting the strange exchange.

“Claudan… Wait, just wait a moment,” Ray pleaded softly.

And then Ray realized it. With a layer of pretense stripped away, Claudan revealed herself to be cruel and irritable, laughing mockingly as if to taunt Ray in her flustered state. Ray alone, unable to adapt to the situation, was left feeling humiliated.

“Claudan, don’t… don’t kiss me there…,” Ray stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

At that, Claudan playfully stuck out his tongue, his mischief unrestrained. He calmly savored the spot where his kisses had landed, his tongue trailing over Ray’s exposed shoulder, revealed through the gap in her slipping nightgown, as though he were tasting her. Holding Ray’s wrist to prevent her from pulling away, Claudan ignored her resistance entirely.

“St-stop, it tickles,” Ray stammered, her voice trembling, half protesting and half overcome by the sensation.

Claudan ignored Ray’s weak protests, his intentions unwavering as he shifted his focus. He tugged the loose nightgown further down, revealing her pale chest, and lowered his lips to softly capture it.

Ray squeezed her eyes shut, unable to confront the reality of what was happening. Claudan’s warm tongue brushed over her skin, encircling her breast with deliberate slowness, while his teeth lightly grazed her sensitive nipple, teasing and tormenting her. The sensations were overwhelming, leaving her mind spinning.

“Ray,” Claudan murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine, his presence both commanding and intimate.

Claudan, still teasing her chest, called out to Ray, whose eyes remained tightly shut.

“Don’t like it?” he asked, his tone low and mocking.

Claudan already knew the answer. He understood Ray all too well—how she had grown up repressed, awkward at refusing others, and desperately craving affection. Even now, she could easily push him away or scream at him if she truly disliked it. But instead, all she did was bite her innocent lips, trembling in silence.

“You seem to like it, though,” Claudan murmured, his words laced with malice as a bitter twinge of jealousy flickered in his chest.

It frustrated him to no end. They both clearly desired each other, and yet he was always the one consumed, the one losing control. It wasn’t fair—he knew her heart mirrored his own. He wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t just one-sided longing.

“Cl-Claudan…,” Ray stammered, her voice faltering, betraying her own confusion and turmoil.

Claudan’s hand drifted lower, brushing over the fabric of Ray’s underwear, his touch light yet deliberate. His mouth remained on her chest, sucking insistently like a child, leaving faint marks as his fingers teasingly explored her most sacred area.

Ray, her ears flushed bright red, squirmed against him, pushing weakly at his shoulders as her breath came in short, trembling gasps.

“You’re getting wet,” Claudan remarked, his voice low and taunting.

“Don’t… say that…” Ray stammered, her protest faltering into a soft whimper.

“Do you think you’re not?” he pressed, a sly grin curling his lips as he watched her expression shift.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade, resembling a rose in full bloom, as she shook her head—an unspoken plea for him to stop asking such vulgar questions. Ignoring her silent request, Claudan’s hand trailed down the smooth curve of her thigh, his voice soft but laced with amusement.

“A little later, you’ll miss how much I talked like this,” Claudan murmured, pressing a kiss against the skin of her thigh, dangerously close to her underwear.

“You should know just how hard I’m trying to be gentle right now,” he added, his voice a mix of tension and restraint.

At last, Ray met his gaze directly. His amber-yellow eyes burned fiercely, utterly untamed, as though reason and restraint had long since abandoned him. In blunt terms, they were the eyes of a feral beast in heat, unashamed of its hunger.

“But, Claudan,” Ray began hesitantly, her lips trembling as she spoke. “In a situation like this… I don’t know what to say. My mind’s gone blank, and I feel so embarrassed.”

Before she could say more, Claudan’s lips descended upon hers, his tongue pushing past in an impatient, almost impudent kiss. It was hurried and rough, lacking the care he had claimed to be exercising. Ray’s words were swallowed by the force of his actions, leaving her reeling.

He had been right all along—this was him trying to be kind, though the tenderness was strained by the overwhelming pull of his desire. The last thread of reason, his final hold on composure, had snapped.

Ray couldn’t understand him, nor could she fully process what was happening, but Claudan didn’t expect her to. He hadn’t wanted it to come to this either, yet here they were. What else could he do when she was so irresistibly alluring, drawing out every ounce of his restraint until nothing remained?

With that, Claudan willingly cast off the last vestiges of self-control.

* * *

Like a wounded beast, she could do nothing but howl. There was no escape.

Struggling in vain, Ray finally understood the meaning behind the word “child’s play.”

“N-no! Ah… ahh, ngh…!”

Her underwear hadn’t even been fully removed—it remained tangled around her ankles as Claudan wordlessly sucking her pussy.

His slick tongue explored her depths with smooth, deliberate strokes, while his fingers teased her sensitive bud without pause.

The relentless stimulation left her lips quivering, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body glistening with heat.

Ray thrashed helplessly, flailing her limbs in a desperate attempt to escape.

She pushed at Claudan’s head, trying to shove him away, but his skilled, relentless caresses soon had her trembling uncontrollably.

Even when she pleaded, even when she begged, the obscene, wet sounds of his sucking only grew louder.

“N-no… Claudan, stop! D-don’t… ahh, haah—ahh!”

Claudan chuckled against her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes over her sensitive core.

“You keep spilling out so much.”

“N-no, it’s just… too much…!”

Her desperate pleas and frantic shaking didn’t seem to move him in the slightest.

Instead, Claudan only thrust his tongue deeper, savoring her with the hunger of a starved beast lapping up the last drops of water from its dish.

He greedily drank down every slick trace of her arousal, his tongue delving into every trembling inch.

“N-no, stop… ahhh—ngh! It f-feels… ahh, haa…!”

With obscene, hungry slurps, Claudan’s lips refused to part from her.

Ray, her entire body trembling, desperately tried to wriggle away, but like a scolded child dragged back into place, she was easily caught and pinned down again.

To make matters worse, he had found new ways to torment her swollen bud. At first, he merely flicked at it playfully—teasing, but tolerable. But when he began rubbing it in slow, agonizing circles, it became unbearable.

Her lower belly tensed over and over, heat coiling tighter inside her. Her throat was parched, and her vision blurred.

She clung to Claudan’s hair, sobbing, too lost in the overwhelming sensations to realize how shamelessly her legs had spread open for him.

“You keep arching your hips—guess you’re really enjoying this.”

Pausing just long enough to speak, Claudan’s voice was laced with crude amusement.

Beneath him, Ray, helpless and exposed, shook her head furiously, her cheeks burning with frustration.

“If this keeps up, you’ll be crying and begging me to do this every day, won’t you?”

Ray barely had time to process his vulgar words before his fingers plunged into her.

“Ahh!”

“With your panties dangling around your ankles, moaning, ‘Honey, please suck me…’”

She had no room to respond to such filthy teasing.

His fingers pumped inside her, skillfully playing her like an instrument, leaving her too dazed to do anything but grab onto him in desperation.

Instead of his hair, her trembling hands latched onto Claudan’s wrist—though to an outsider, it might have looked like she was guiding his hand deeper into herself.

Despite his crude words, the kiss he pressed to her cheek remained as gentle as ever.

But Ray had no capacity to acknowledge that tenderness.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her hips moving on their own, unable to resist the pleasure pushing her toward the edge.

“Are you begging for more?”

“Aah… C-Claudan! Please! P-please, ahh—haa, ahhh!”

Even with his fingers plugging her vagina, her convulsing core couldn’t hold back the flood of arousal spilling out.

Ray arched her back involuntarily, her body shuddering with aftershocks. Shame no longer mattered—only the unbearable, hellish pleasure consuming her.

The only thing she could focus on now was the cruel man who, despite her trembling release, was already pushing his fingers back inside.

“S-stop… please… I-I… I can’t take anymore…”

Ray clutched Claudan’s wrist with both hands, as if pleading for mercy.

Claudan smirked.

“You want me to stop?”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding uncertainly.

“Then spread them.”

“W-what?”

Instead of answering, Claudan simply let his gaze do the talking.

His lecherous eyes settled on the spot between her trembling thighs, making it impossible for her to ignore his meaning.

“No way!”

The fingers nestled inside her twitched. The sensation, far too sharp and intense, had Ray sobbing as she pleaded.

“C-Claudan… You’re not—ah, nngh—you’re not like this… Stop… Is this because Haysh ran away? Why are you doing this to me?”

“I already told you, if I hear that fucking name again, I might vomit.”

His voice was ice-cold.

Ray barely managed to swallow a hiccup, but the question that burned inside her slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

“Why… why? He’s my brother.”

“So what?”

Claudan’s response came clipped and irritated.

“Brother or not, he’s still a man. If a man wants to lust after someone, nothing stops him.”

Then, his fingers inside her began to move again.

“If I were your brother…”

His voice dropped lower, curling with something dark.

“…I would have spent every night waiting for this.”

“No—no, ahh—nghh, stop…!”

“My eyes widened to taste my sister’s hole.”

Ray flailed her legs. Her sensitive clitoris brushed against the back of his hand, causing her unbalanced butt to lose control.

“You haven’t already fucked that bastard, have you?”

“K, Claudan, ah! ah! ah, no, ah!”

“You’re soaking wet like this. You’re a virgin?”

Suddenly, the finger was pulled out. What was even more humiliating was that the withdrawal itself brought a sweet sensation. Reaching climax so easily, Rey sobbed.

“Guess I can’t give you my cock. You’re crying too much.”

He was clearly in a foul mood, but not knowing the reason made Rey anxious.

“Claudan.”

She had wanted to ask for a while now. She had extended kindness out of an old, outdated connection, but in the end, the only thing she had grasped in her hands was herself.

“Aren’t you angry at me?”

Claudan looked at her with pitying eyes.

“Rey.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you still not get it?”

Slowly, the belt buckle was undone, and his rigid erection was suddenly exposed.

“You’re the one who got deceived.”

Dragged along helplessly, Rey didn’t even realize that she had spread her legs.

“Try not to hate me from now on.”

Claudan spoke as if it were nothing, but to Rey, for some reason, he looked sorrowful.

“It’ll be easier that way.”

“Claudan, I…”

She wanted to tell him—about the feelings she harbored for him. But the timing was all wrong. While Rey’s attention momentarily drifted elsewhere, he pushed into her without hesitation, his imposing cock forcing its way inside.

“Ah, aah! It hurts, ah, ugh!”

“Ugh, ha…”

It was the moment their bodies fully joined as one. Experiencing intimacy for the first time, Rey pounded her fists against his forearm in protest. But her strength was weak, her blows little more than a futile attempt to vent the pain of her first experience.

“No… It hurts. It hurts too much!”

Claudan, who had suddenly fallen silent, pressed his lips to hers in a soothing gesture. He kissed the tear-streaked cheeks and the trembling lips multiple times, offering what little comfort he could. Out of consideration, he didn’t push himself in completely.

“It stings… Isn’t something wrong?”

Claudan felt wronged. He was infamous for being fierce and ill-tempered, yet he had tried to be as gentle as possible with the delicate Rey. But it was all in vain. She wavered on the edge, teetering just enough to steal his composure, making it impossible for him to remain calm despite his efforts.

If he could show her, he would. She had curled up weakly, pleading for mercy, but now she gazed up at him with tearful, glistening eyes, her voice laced with an unintentional allure. If Rey knew, she would be mortified, but Claudan, already on the brink of losing himself, didn’t care.

Tonight, it would end once and for all. He wouldn’t let her tease him into a feverish state only to slip away again.

Thus began a night watched over by the curved moon.