Free Web NovelChapter 9: "You Earned It" (R18+)
Hours had slipped by unnoticed, time dissolving into the thick, humid atmosphere of the room. Asteria’s body glistened with a sheen of sweat that coated her skin like a second layer, each droplet catching the dim amber light that filtered through the warm beside lamps.
Her breath came in ragged, feverish pulls, chest heaving with an intensity that made her look almost fragile, as if the very act of breathing might shatter her. The heat between them had built into something suffocating, something alive.
Keres positioned herself behind Asteria, her larger frame dominating the smaller woman’s petite, almost delicate form. She pressed forward, letting her full weight settle against Asteria’s back, feeling the way the girl’s spine curved under the pressure, the way her thin shoulders trembled.
There was something almost cruel in how easily Asteria bent for her, how readily her weak body yielded, and Keres felt that familiar surge of power mixed with something else she couldn’t quite name.
Her fingers moved with relentless intent, thrusting deep and fast, maintaining a pace that was almost brutal in its consistency. The pace was punishing, designed to push Asteria past the point of incoherent thought, and it was working.
"Aagh~ ah~ hnnng~ haah~ Ugh~ Mmmm~" Asteria’s voice broke apart, syllables dissolving into pure sound. She tried to form words but her mouth only produced these broken, desperate noises that filled the room. "I-it feels good~"
Sweat beaded on Keres’ forehead, tracing a slow path down her temple before dripping onto Asteria’s back. Her fingers were aching now, the bones in her fingers protesting the strain, cramping with fatigue.
She could feel the exhaustion building in her muscles, the burn that came from maintaining such intensity for so long. But stopping never crossed her mind.
She wasn’t the type to give up, wasn’t the type to show weakness or mercy when she was this close to breaking someone open completely. She wanted to see Asteria fall apart, wanted to be the one who unraveled her.
Beneath her, Asteria writhed, her body moving with a mind of its own, twitching and jerking with each thrust. She was a mess, trembling uncontrollably, moaning into the pillow that suggested she had forgotten how to be self-conscious.
Keres watched her, fascinated by the way pleasure could reduce someone to this state of beautiful chaos.
But Keres wanted more. She always wanted more.
She added another finger, stretching Asteria further, and used her free hand to reach around and cup Asteria’s breast. The weight of it in her palm felt perfect, and she squeezed with deliberate pressure, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, teasing it into hardness.
Asteria cried out, the sound muffled against the bedding, and Keres leaned forward, burying her face in the curve of Asteria’s neck.
That was when she smelled it.
The scent hit her like a physical blow, stopping her breath for just a moment. It was familiar—achingly, impossibly familiar. It smelled like safety, like comfort, like something she had lost so long ago she had convinced herself she imagined it.
Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years since she had last encountered this particular fragrance, back when she was a child and someone had saved her from the darkness that threatened to consume her. She didn’t understand how, didn’t understand why Asteria carried this scent, but her body reacted before her mind could process it.
She found herself inhaling deeply, pressing her nose against Asteria’s heated skin, drawing the smell into her lungs as if she could capture it there permanently. She couldn’t stop. Even as she continued to thrust her fingers relentlessly into Asteria’s slick heat, she was sniffing, nuzzling, marking this woman with her presence.
"I... I’m near again~ n-near again~" Asteria gasped, her voice pitched weak and breaking. ƒrēewebnovel.com
"Shhh~" Keres whispered, her voice surprisingly soft, almost tender. The harshness she usually maintained had slipped without her permission. "Hold it in... I want this moment to stay longer."
She didn’t even recognize her own voice. When had she started speaking like that? When had she started caring about moments lasting longer?
Asteria arched her back, a desperate movement that pressed her harder against Keres’ body. Keres responded by biting down on Asteria’s ear, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp. "T-Too much~ too good~ p-please~ I... I can’t think straight."
Keres felt a smirk tug at her lips, but it felt different this time—less cruel, more genuine. She whispered hot against Asteria’s ear, her breath ghosting over sensitive skin, "Really? Then take this...!"
She moved her free hand from Asteria’s breast down to her crotch, finding the sensitive bud nestled in slick folds. She assaulted it with rough, circular motions, pressing and rubbing with the same relentless pace she maintained with her fingers inside.
Asteria screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the walls. The pleasure was overwhelming her, consuming her whole, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her completely. The double assault—fingers inside, hand on her most sensitive spot—was unraveling Asteria at the seams, reducing her to pure sensation.
"Please~ please~ m-more~ UGH! S-So good! Hnnnng! Aaagh! Aah! Hnnng! Haah! Agh!" The words and sounds tumbled out of Asteria without filter, without dignity, each cry is how thoroughly Keres controlled her body in this moment.
"It feels good, doesn’t it?" Keres teased, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. She said Asteria’s name deliberately, drawing out each syllable like a caress. "I make you crazy, don’t I, Asteria?"
The way she spoke her name sent a visible shiver through Asteria’s body, a tremor that went deeper than physical pleasure. It touched something emotional, something vulnerable. Asteria’s voice was barely audible when she responded, broken and breathless, "Y-Yes~ i-it feels so... S-So... So good~"
"Good," Keres purred, feeling that strange tenderness rising again despite herself. "You can come undone, Asteria. You earned it."
Asteria’s hands fisted in the bedsheets, knuckles white with the force of her grip, as Keres quickened the pace even more. Both hands moved in perfect, devastating synchronization—one inside, one outside, working together to destroy any composure Asteria had left.
"Hnnng! Hnnng! Agh! Ugh! Ah!" The sounds were rhythmic now, matching the pace of Keres’ movements, a soundtrack to her own destruction.
"HNNNNG! HNNNNG! MMMMM! HAAAAAH!!! AAAAGHHHH!"
Asteria lost her grip on reality entirely. The heat spilled over in waves, her body tightening around Keres’ fingers in fierce contractions that left her breathless and shaking.
She came hard, harder than before, her release hot and like a broken dam, coating Keres’ fingers in slick evidence of her pleasure. It was sticky, wet, clear, and Keres felt every pulse of it.
"Hnnng~ I... I... I came! A-Again!" Asteria gasped out, her body going limp as the aftershocks rippled through her.
Keres finally ceased her movements, slowly withdrawing her fingers and watching with dark satisfaction as Asteria twitched at the loss of contact. She didn’t speak immediately.
Instead, she simply adjusted Asteria’s position, turning her gently but firmly onto her back on the disheveled bed. Then, with deliberate movements, she pulled Asteria’s hips toward her and spread her legs wide.
"P-Please~ I... I’m still sensitive~" Asteria begged, her voice weak and trembling. Her body was flushed pink, overstimulated, her thighs trembling with aftershocks.
Keres looked down at her, tracing the silver sheen of moisture that had pooled on Asteria’s inner thighs with her eyes. She dragged a single calloused fingertip through the slick warmth, watching with fascination as Asteria’s stomach muscles involuntarily twitched, her hips jerking upward at the too-intimate touch.
"Please~~~" Asteria drew out the word, turning it into a whine that should have been annoying but somehow wasn’t.
Keres didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned down and pressed her lips to Asteria’s sweat-dampened thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.
"You’re good, shit," she muttered against the skin, more to herself than to Asteria. Then she leaned further down and dragged her tongue through Asteria’s slick folds.
Asteria moaned louder than before, the sound shocked and desperate. She was still so sensitive, her body arching off the bed involuntarily, but she was responding, already climbing again despite the overstimulation.
Her hands found an anchor—one gripping Keres’ hair with desperate strength, the other fisting in the bedsheets until her nails threatened to tear the fabric.
"P-Please~ let... Let... Let me pleasure you too~" Asteria forced the words out between gasps, her voice raw. She needed Keres to stop, needed a moment to breathe, but she knew better than to ask for that directly.
Offering herself was the only way she knew to pause the overwhelming sensations.
It worked. Keres raised her gaze, her eyes dark and unreadable, studying Asteria’s face with an intensity that made the smaller woman squirm.
"Really? You’ll do it?" Keres asked, her voice carrying that edge of challenge she always seemed to have.
Asteria nodded, her hair sticking to her sweat-dampened face. "Y-yes~ give me a chance."
Silence stretched between them, filled only by Asteria’s labored breathing. Keres studied her, weighing the offer, calculating something behind those dark eyes. Then that familiar smirk returned, the one that made Asteria’s stomach flip with anticipation and nerves.
"Go on, kneel on the floor and pleasure me."
Keres moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her posture commanding and relaxed all at once. Asteria pushed herself up, her sensitive body protesting every movement, and slid off the bed to kneel on the floor between Keres’ spread legs.
The carpet was rough against her knees, but she barely noticed. She leaned forward, her mouth finding Keres’ crotch, and began to show exactly what she could do.
Keres’ head fell back immediately, a low, guttural sound escaping her throat as her moans began filling the room.
"Ugh~ that feels good~"
She reached down and gripped Asteria’s hair, not pulling roughly but holding her firmly in place, guiding her movements with subtle pressure. The sudden surge of pleasure was intense, different from what she gave but equally consuming.
"I didn’t know you’d be this good, Asteria. Such a good girl~" Keres purred, the praise falling from her lips naturally.
When Asteria heard those words, that praise, something electric shot through her body. It was like a current of pure warmth, starting in her chest and radiating outward.
She didn’t understand why it affected her so strongly, why those simple words made her feel like she was floating. She raised her gaze while continuing her work, her eyes meeting Keres’ with an expression that was all obedience, all submission, all desperate need to please.
Keres had been with many women. She knew how to read them, knew the difference between performative submission and the real thing. What she saw in Asteria’s eyes made her pause, made her chest tighten with something unfamiliar.
"So you fucking love praises," she observed, her voice softer than she intended.
She reached down with her other hand and gently caressed Asteria’s head, her touch surprisingly tender, almost like petting a cherished animal.
"Keep going," she murmured, "I might as well reward you again."
Asteria continued without breaking her pace, but inside, she felt like she had been given a new purpose. The words echoed in her mind—good girl, reward, keep going.
She wanted more of this. She wanted to hear Keres praise her again, wanted those rewards, wanted Keres’ attention focused solely on her. It was becoming addictive, this feeling of being seen, being valued, being claimed by Keres’ dominance.
She was getting addicted to the way Keres commanded her, controlled her, cherished her even in the midst of using her.
Midnight had come and gone. The room was dark now, save for the faint glow of a distant streetlamp filtering through the curtains.
They had finished ten sessions. Ten. Asteria lay sleeping peacefully in the center of the bed, her body curled into a loose ball beneath the disheveled sheets. The dim light painted her skin in shades of silver and shadow, and Keres sat beside the bed where Asteria is asleep, watching her.
Asteria looked peaceful in a way that seemed impossible given what they had done, what Keres had done to her. There was no tension in her face now, no fear, no hesitation. Just pure, vulnerable rest.
Keres reached out, her hand hovering over Asteria’s head, wanting to touch her hair, wanting to feel the softness of it between her fingers. But she hesitated.
Her hand hung in the air, trembling slightly, until she finally pulled it back and let it fall to her side. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t allow herself that softness, not yet, not when she didn’t understand what was happening between them.
Instead, she reached for her pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and pulled one out. Her silver lighter clicked open, the flame dancing briefly before settling into the tip of the cigarette.
She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs, holding it there before exhaling in a long, steady stream. It was a habit, this smoking after sex. It had always been her way of creating distance, of marking the end of intimacy and the return to herself.
Asteria coughed in her sleep, her nose wrinkling at the acrid scent. Instinctively, she turned her head away, burrowing deeper into the pillow to escape the smoke. Keres watched this, watched the unconscious movement, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. It wasn’t mocking—if anything, it was fond.
She moved to the bed and gently, carefully, tucked Asteria’s bruised body under the duvet blanket. The fabric was soft, and she made sure it covered Asteria completely, protecting her from the chill of the room.
As she did so, her eyes traced the marks on Asteria’s skin—the bruises that dotted her arms, her ribs, her thighs. They were old, mostly yellowed and fading, but some were fresher, angrier.
Keres had noticed them hours ago, had seen them when the light hit Asteria’s body just right. She was curious—furiously, dangerously curious—about where they had come from, who had put them there.
But she never asked. Something stopped her every time the question formed on her tongue. Maybe it was the way Asteria flinched sometimes when touched unexpectedly, or the way she had looked at Keres with those eyes full of trust despite everything.
As she stood there, cigarette dangling from her fingers, smoke curling around her face, Keres thought about the night. She thought about Asteria’s behavior—the familiar scent that had triggered memories Keres thought she had buried, the obedience that seemed too genuine to be faked, the submission that felt like coming home rather than performing.
She thought about the way Asteria had looked at her when she praised her, like Keres had handed her the world. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Maybe I was wrong to think you’re just another woman who’ll use me, Keres thought, watching the rise and fall of Asteria’s breathing. Maybe you’re something else entirely.
She took another drag from the cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the darkness. She would find out eventually. Keres always did. But for now, she stood guard over Asteria’s sleeping form, feeling something dangerous and fragile taking root in her chest, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in fifteen long years.
