The God of Desire's Binding

"Shall we switch things up? You tie me up, like we used to," Carol said, watching Hugh's expression intently. Hugh's ears and neck flushed instantly. "Your Highness remembers... I was so foolish back then." Bondage desire from Hugh Grace +2 Gagging desire from Hugh Grace +2 Blindfolding desire from Hugh Grace +2 Carol was now certain that Hugh preferred tying others up to being tied herself... With Hugh's cute appearance, it was hard to imagine she was a dominant who enjoyed tying people up. Carol untied the silk scarves from Hugh's wrists and eyes, and presented them to her. "How about it? One more time? This time it's your turn. I'm not Princess Hysteria anymore, just your childhood friend. Until this is over, I'm just that. What do you say?" Carol tempted Hugh relentlessly. Bondage desire from Hugh Grace +5 Gagging desire from Hugh Grace +5 Blindfolding desire from Hugh Grace +5 "Carol, don't blame me. I'm really going for it... I've trained in martial arts," Hugh said, carefully taking the silk scarves, but the excitement in her eyes was undeniable. "Alright, I'll resist," Carol's eyes lit up, having gained so much desire value. Hugh feigned modesty for a moment, then suddenly lunged, pinning Carol to the bed. With one hand, she pressed Carol's wrists above her head. Carol tried to resist, but Hugh was not only Carol's maid but also her bodyguard. Carol was no match for Hugh's strength. "Hugh, what are you doing? You're hurting me. A little lighter..." Carol was a bit scared by Hugh's current state. She writhed her body and wrists, and through the silk gloves, she could feel Hugh's strength, which she couldn't break free from. Gagging desire from Hugh Grace +5 What? Hugh likes it when people resist? Especially gagging? "Hugh, let me go, or I'll call for help..." Carol said feigning, and increased the intensity of her struggles. Gagging desire from Hugh Grace +10 Critical hit! It worked! Carol rejoiced inwardly. Seeing Carol's reaction, Hugh became even more excited. She picked up the red silk scarf she had just put in her own mouth and forcefully pressed it against Carol's mouth, trying to stuff it in. Carol tightly closed her mouth, preventing Hugh from succeeding. Gagging desire from Hugh Grace +10 Hugh had completely forgotten Carol's status as a princess. She slightly shifted the silk scarf in her hand, applying a little pressure, completely covering Carol's small nose. After a moment, Carol couldn't hold her breath any longer and opened her mouth, gasping for air. "Carol, you can't take it anymore, can you?" Hugh seized the opportunity and stuffed the entire silk scarf into Carol's mouth. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." Carol tried to say "lighter," but the sound was barely audible even to herself. Gagging desire from Hugh Grace +10 Hugh gently lifted Carol, shifted her position, pressed her hands against the headboard, took a pink silk scarf, and tied it firmly to the headboard. The black silk scarf that had once blinded Hugh was now used by Hugh to steal Carol's sight. "Mmm..." Carol let out a soft moan. The loss of sight made her senses much sharper. Her body in this life was exceptionally sensitive. Carol no longer cared about gaining desire value; her body kept rubbing against Hugh, wanting more. Hugh's hands didn't stop. Carol's ankles and knees were securely bound together by Hugh.

"Mmmph..." Carol sniffled, licking the soft fabric in her mouth, still faintly scented with Hugh's musk. Seeing Carol's slightly pleased expression only made Hugh angrier. "You like it, yet you dare to cry out so loudly? What if someone actually heard!" Hugh's desire to gag Carol intensified by +5. Hugh shoved Carol down onto the edge of the bed. "Mmph!" Carol stumbled, landing on her knees by the bed, her upper body sprawled across it. Hugh angrily grabbed a large, thick, pure white silk scarf and slowly, bit by bit, began to stuff it into Carol's mouth with his fingers. "You wanted to laugh, didn't you? I'll make you uncomfortable today..." Hugh muttered under his breath, increasing the pressure with his hands. Carol already had a handkerchief from Hugh stuffed in her mouth. As the silk scarf was pushed in, her mouth was gradually filling up. The handkerchief was too close to her throat, and Carol began to feel a wave of nausea. She frantically shook her head, using her tongue to push against the handkerchief, wriggling her body and making unintelligible sounds: "Mmph... mmph mmph mmph (Stop stuffing it)!" Hugh heard Carol's muffled groans and saw her struggles and the tears welling up in her eyes. He knew he had pushed it too far down her throat. He extended his fingers and gently pulled out both the handkerchief and the silk scarf from Carol's mouth. "Mmph... Hugh, don't stuff it anymore, I know I was wrong... Mmph!?" Before Carol could finish her sentence, the silk scarf was back in her mouth. "I'll stuff it slowly this time, I won't make you too uncomfortable," Hugh said, re-stuffing the scarf and pushing it towards the sides of Carol's mouth. Carol's cheeks began to bulge, but she felt much better than before, without the intense urge to gag. The scarf was finally fully stuffed into Carol's small mouth, her cheeks puffed out. Carol frowned, trying to push the scarf out with her tongue. "Still not behaving..." Hugh took another, slightly smaller red silk scarf and stuffed it into the empty space in the middle of Carol's mouth, firmly pressing down on her little tongue. This time, Carol's tongue had no room to move, and her lips were stretched so wide she couldn't close them, leaving only a slight gap through which a few inches of the scarf peeked out. "Mmph... Mmph mmph??" Carol tried a few times, only to find she couldn't even move her tongue. She could only glare uselessly at Hugh. "Don't glare at me, this is punishment for what you did earlier." Hugh picked up a black silk scarf and blindfolded Carol's mournful eyes. The handkerchief, now damp with Carol's saliva, was folded into a strip by Hugh and slowly covered Carol's nose and mouth, tied securely behind her head. "Mmph!?" Carol suddenly felt the silky black scarf descend from above, plunging her world into darkness. Immediately after, her breathing was restricted by a soft, slightly damp fabric. Carol panicked slightly and quickened her breathing, but with her mouth completely sealed and her nose covered by the damp handkerchief, she could only draw small amounts of air through the gaps. "Mmph!" Carol grew anxious and thrashed her head, trying to shake off the handkerchief covering her nose and mouth. The slight feeling of suffocation made her restless, and the tight restraints on her arms made her body heat up, causing her to involuntarily clench her legs. Hugh grinned wickedly and tightened the ropes on the single glove, buckling the leather straps around her wrists and elbows. "Mmph..." Carol let out a muffled groan. This time, Carol's arms were firmly secured behind her back, and her body was forcibly arched forward. Hugh knelt behind Carol, encircling her with his arms. His left hand gently kneaded Carol's forced-forward breasts, while his right hand lifted Carol's skirt and moved towards her wetness. "Mmph mmph mmph!?" Carol suddenly felt a soft, small hand skillfully caressing her private parts. Combined with the slight anxiety from her restricted breathing and the shame of being gagged and restrained, desire surged, and her reason flew out the window. She no longer paid attention to the system notifications flashing on the screen and clenched her legs tighter, wanting to keep that hand there forever. "Princess Carol, it seems you're a bit... too wet here," Hugh teased in Carol's ear. "Mmph..." Carol's eyes, hidden beneath the silk scarf, had become hazy. She leaned back into Hugh's embrace, rubbing against the soft flesh of his chest in a way that seemed to be trying to please him. Hugh's face flushed from the stimulation, but thankfully, Carol couldn't see his current state. Hugh gently turned Carol's face to the side, greedily kissing her delicate neck and the cheek covered by the handkerchief, while increasing the pressure of his hand. Carol's emotions were already in turmoil. Now, unable to see, being teased by the adorable Hugh on her sensitive areas both above and below, and feeling the gentle caress of his skin on her neck and cheeks, her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Since it's not a spirit seal, then you're the first person I've ever seen who can cast spells without chanting. No wonder the prophet specifically requested you be captured," Connor examined Carol's wrists closely, finding no spirit seal as he'd expected. He then roughly handed Carol over to the Hound. As for Carol's earlier strange behavior of covering her mouth and face, he dismissed it as a tradition passed down from Albania. "Hound, tie her up properly, especially her fingers. She made hand gestures every time she cast an ice spear earlier." *Desire to be bound by the Hound +10...* Hearing this, the Hound firmly grasped Carol's wrists, not daring to relax. He snatched the silk scarf she had been using to cover her mouth, clenched her hands into fists, and tightly wrapped them together. He pulled a length of hemp rope from his robe, haphazardly wound it around her wrists a few times, tightened it forcefully, binding the bundle of fabric securely, and then tied a double knot. Carol felt her fingers tightly enclosed, unable to fully extend, and her wrists burned from the constriction. "I can't escape at all, there's no need to tie me this tightly." As she spoke, she felt a hint of pleasure from the tightness around her wrists. *Wait, is my physique changing this quickly? Why is the system acting up so promptly?* "Tightly? I think Your Highness has a misunderstanding of that word. As a captive, I believe you need to re-evaluate your situation properly." After tying Carol's wrists, the Hound held her tightly in his arms, his hands constantly exploring her body. Carol had changed out of her bulky long dress for convenience earlier, into a short skirt with the hem reaching only to the middle of her thighs. At this moment, the Hound's rough hands were continuously exploring the bare skin at the base of Carol's thighs. Carol felt a sense of disgust as a stranger's hands roamed her body, squirming slightly, trying to break free from his tight grip. Connor shot the Hound a disgusted look. "This is the person the prophet wants. How dare you touch her inappropriately." Under Connor's gaze, the Hound sheepishly withdrew his hand, allowing Carol to break free. He greedily sniffed the air near her nose. "Heh, the princess's scent is indeed good. Too bad I can't enjoy it myself." "I want to know, what happened to Hugh..." Carol dodged the Hound and sat down beside Connor, asking about the person she was most concerned about. "Didn't I tell you? She's no longer the Hugh you knew. Her memory was altered before she went to Histria. After meeting with our people this time, the memories from these past few years have been replaced with another fabricated false memory, effectively restoring her original identity. This was His Majesty's seed plan from over a decade ago, for which someone paid with twenty years of their life. This time, the prophet activated this seed prematurely for his own use, which is why we came here and captured you, Your Highness. However, you're lucky; your abilities are worth exposing this seed." "You actually did something like that... arbitrarily altering someone's memories..." Having witnessed the strange abilities of the Norman side, Carol was no longer easily surprised by any magical ability. Instead, she felt disgusted by such unethical practices. "...In a war of faith, there is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat," Connor frowned. "This isn't tied tightly enough, Hound. Reinforce it." "Yes, Lord Connor, I'll properly entertain our princess." The Hound took out another bundle of ropes from under his robe. Carol coldly watched Connor as the Hound's ropes weaved around her chest and back. "Have you guys eaten?" Carol asked. "???" "I mean, haven't you eaten?"

The nightingale ignored the other party's grunts and struggles, and carried her into the inner room. In the dim room, there was a black stone horse in the center. Under the faint pearlescent light, it exuded a strange color, yes, it was a colorful black. On the polished back of the horse, there was a row of black holes. However, they were not visible without careful observation. The horse's tail was made of several white silk ribbons. The nightingale untied the leather straps around Xue Lin's legs, and with a forceful pull, spread her legs apart and threw her onto the horse's back. Then she picked up two shackles from the ground and, with two clicks, tightly locked her ankles, pulling her body down tightly. Since she was riding on the horse's back, her vulva was pressed tightly against the horse's back. The horse's back was wide enough for her to sit on steadily. She couldn't see anything and was a little flustered, wanting to lift her legs and struggle. However, the shackles tightly locked around her ankles not only made it impossible for her to move an inch but also rubbed against her tender skin, causing her some pain, so she had to stop struggling. The material of the stone horse was unknown, and even through her underwear, Xue Lin could feel a slight chill. She twisted her waist and, with some weakness, leaned her delicate body forward, resting on the horse's back. "I haven't played with this before, so I'll let you experience it first," the nightingale's sweet voice was like a devil's whisper at this moment. She stepped forward, forcefully tore off Xue Lin's underwear, then walked behind the horse, grabbed the white silk ribbon, and gave a gentle tug. "Mmm!" Xue Lin felt a chill below and was a little surprised. Immediately, she felt something pressing against her chest, pushing her body up. From the nightingale's perspective, it was a pink stone rod, its head carved into a smooth phallic shape, slowly emerging from the black hole on the horse's back, pressing against Xue Lin's chest. After fully emerging, it twitched a few times and then slowly retracted. Then another one emerged from the hole below Xue Lin's abdomen, pressing against her lower abdomen. "Mmm! What... what is this thing?" Xue Lin couldn't see and could only ask in her heart. However, the next one made her understand what it was. This stone rod seemed to be larger than the previous two, pressing tightly against Xue Lin's vulva and continuing to emerge upwards. "Mmm mmm mmm!!" Xue Lin twisted her waist, and the chains connecting her ankles to the shackles became taut, making a clattering sound. She could only keep pushing her abdomen forward, trying to avoid the foreign object slowly entering from below. "Mmm mmm mmm!" The stone rod fully entered her body. As if it had a life of its own, it did not retract as before but began to slightly expand and contract within her body, vibrating. "Hmph... mmm..." Xue Lin felt some pain and humiliation. Tears continuously welled up under the white silk blindfold, wetting a patch of her stockings. However, it was clearly not over yet, and another stone rod slowly emerged. The spacing of these holes was clearly designed. This one was aimed directly at Xue Lin's anus. Fortunately, this one was not as large as the previous one. Even so, the undeveloped virgin's anus could not withstand the insertion of this unlubricated foreign object. A strong tearing sensation made her dizzy. She parted her lips, tightly constricted by the black stockings, and let out a hoarse sound. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even make a muffled sound. Her lower body, tightly fixed by the shackles and stone rods, could hardly move at all. Only her golden hair could be seen scattered wildly with the twisting of her upper body. As the stone rod deepened into her body and slowly vibrated and thrust, Xue Lin felt her remaining spiritual power gradually decreasing, and the vibration amplitude of these two artificial penises seemed to increase. They were drawing the spiritual power of the bound person as their power source. "Mmm mmm mmm!" Xue Lin's remaining spiritual power was not much, and her body was in a weak state. She immediately understood that she would probably never escape from here by relying on herself alone. She could only cry out in grief and indignation, even though her voice was completely turned into unintelligible moans by the silk stocking in her mouth. The nightingale leaned lazily on the sofa, supporting her chin with one hand, admiring the girl's struggling posture. "Truly... beautiful." She casually picked up a glass from the table beside her. The deep red liquid sloshed back and forth as the glass tilted, reflecting the nightingale's lazy expression. She took a sip of the wine in the glass, slowly got up, and sat behind Xue Lin. She wrapped her right arm around the girl's slender waist, feeling her delicate body trembling slightly. With her left hand, she gently pressed Xue Lin's jaw, turning her to face sideways. The white silk blindfold was already wet, and a few tears were sliding down her cheeks. She gently pulled down the silk stocking that was constricting Xue Lin's lips, removed the gag from her mouth, and before Xue Lin could make a sound, she covered her lips with her own. "Mmm!?" Before Xue Lin could make a sound, her small mouth was sealed again, and then a sour, slightly sweet liquid was slowly passed from the nightingale's mouth. "Hmph mmm..." From the taste and texture, Xue Lin knew it was wine, but at this moment, being weak, she had no strength to struggle anymore and let the other party's tongue explore again. The nightingale raised her right hand and clasped the girl's breasts, beginning to knead them. "Mmm mmm mmm..." The stimulation from all over her body aroused Xue Lin's desire. An unbearable flame rose within her, and instead of biting down like last time, she leaned into the nightingale's embrace somewhat submissively, tilting her head and entwining her tongue with the nightingale's, their mouths entwined. As they kissed, the nightingale also became aroused. After binding Xue Lin's mouth with the silk stocking again, she positioned her private parts towards the hole on the horse's back below her and pulled the silk ribbon at the horse's tail again. Another stone rod slowly emerged, probing towards the nightingale's vulva. The nightingale pulled her underwear to the side in advance, actively welcoming the foreign object's entry. After the passionate kiss, her vulva was already wet and messy, and the stone rod easily entered her body. A powerful flow of spiritual energy was quickly absorbed into the stone horse, feeding back to the stone rod was even more intense vibration!

Chapter Thirteen: ??? Thirteen's desire to gag +10… Li Xian: Mmmph mmmph?! Hearing Carol's words, Li Xian was terrified and struggled violently against her restraints. Unfortunately, the sturdy metal pipe was firmly fixed to the ceiling, unmoving. Only then did Thirteen notice that Li Xian was bound in an exceptionally tight state by ropes and restraints. Her hands, tied behind her back, were in a reverse 'Guanyin' pose, bound tightly by three thin ropes. Her arms were bound together with her upper body by three dark purple leather straps. Her soft mounds, unnaturally prominent from the constriction, jiggled with her struggles. Her legs were trapped in a restraint boot, the long boot cinched tight with straps and ties, revealing glimpses of white silk. Small holes at the sole and heel of the boot were securely connected to the metal pipe rack hanging from the ceiling. In front of the pipe was connected to the horse-bit gag worn on her face, firmly securing her head and feet, maintaining a chariot-horse posture. Her legs, encased in white silk, were now also constricted into an 'lotus root' shape by the ropes. The exposed 'absolute territory' shimmered with an alluring glow in the faint candlelight. Extending from the rear of the boot between her legs was a metal pipe that reached directly into her intimate area. There, an unusually thick dildo completely occupied her moist passage, currently emitting a low hum. Streams of radiant light pulsed from within her body to the dildo, clearly drawing spiritual energy as its power source. Li Xian felt her entire body numb and stinging, barely able to feel her hands. The intense sensation of being bound and the vibrating pleasure from her intimate area washed over her in waves. Her stretched passage gradually became moist, and crystalline liquid dripped from beneath her skirt. The thick dildo gag was completely covered by the outermost leather, making it impossible to dislodge with her tongue. The overwhelming urge to vomit and the sense of humiliation brought tears to her eyes, but they were completely obscured by the hateful blindfold, unseen by anyone. "I haven't used this set before, it must be very uncomfortable." Thirteen turned back to look at Carol. "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless when tying someone up." "After all, she's a divine general, she deserves sufficient attention." Carol nodded. Thirteen fell silent for a moment, then asked, "When you came back...?" "I climbed through the window. You don't need to worry. As for her, I blindfolded her beforehand, so you don't have to worry about her discovering the exact location here." Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief. "Then did you consider what we should do with her?" "I said, I'll fuck her a hundred times..." "Mmmph mmmph!" The girl cried out in pain again, expressing strong dissatisfaction with her suggestion. Unfortunately, only faint, unintelligible, alluring moans escaped the gag. "And then? If we let her go, she'll expose us. If we don't, we'll just keep her tied here? She's an important figure in Anoman, someone will find her eventually." Thirteen shook her head. "Hmm, how about we..." Carol made a throat-slitting gesture. Thirteen's desire to gag +10… Thirteen's desire to bind +10… "I suddenly regret giving you the spirit seal." "Hmph, then take it back." Carol grabbed Thirteen's left arm. "If you take it back, you won't have a chance to run." "Why do I feel like you've been subtly encouraging me to run away with it… I don't have the resolve to save the world, you do it yourself." "Justice" once again transformed into thin red threads, cheerfully detaching from Carol's arm and re-entering Thirteen's body. The sudden weakness after losing the power made Carol unaccustomed to it. Her body swayed, and she braced her hands on the edge of the bed to avoid falling. "I think you haven't been tied up enough." Thirteen observed Carol's expression closely. "Not at all, I just think you're too weak." Carol blushed and quickly denied it.

"Focus on my hands... Mmph!" Shilin's chant was cut short as a fierce soldier charged forward, clamping his hand over her mouth. The pair of panties on the ground were then shoved back into Shilin's mouth. The poor Shilin could only writhe helplessly. The soldier slapped her backside hard, then pulled the handkerchief from her neck back to her lips, sealing the panties in her mouth. Mages were always the easiest targets in combat. Nightingale, leaning against the wall and admiring Shilin's body, was pinned to the ground by two men before she could even get up. "Tie their feet too, so they don't run again." "Hmph, we didn't tie their legs last time, so we'll make sure to keep an eye on them this time. Get the ropes! Oh right, wasn't there a princess too? Where's the most important person?" "One is missing. After you finish tying them, you two go search upstairs. I'll handle things here." The frail Shilin's legs were easily twisted together. With practiced hands, a red rope was quickly wrapped around Shilin's ankles. Perhaps deeming Shilin, as a mage, to be weak, or perhaps in a hurry to search for others, this soldier wasn't as rough with Shilin. Only four or five loops of rope were wound around her ankles before a knot was tied. Clearly, there was no intention of untying it. Nightingale, a seasoned mercenary, clearly received different treatment. As soon as the rope touched her ankle, the soldier yanked it tight, as if afraid Nightingale would break free with a single effort. The red rope was wound densely. The soldier wrapped eight loops around Nightingale's legs before stopping. Even so, he was still uneasy. He pulled the rope end down and wound it twice through the loops, tightening all the horizontal loops. Nightingale's legs were pressed tightly together, causing her to wince in pain. "Hiss..." Tying her ankles wasn't enough. The soldier picked up another rope and began to busy himself around Nightingale's knees. Seeing her knees bound tightly, Nightingale finally had an opportunity as the other two left to search upstairs. Nightingale exerted force at her waist, retracting her bound legs before powerfully kicking forward. Her high heels slammed into the soldier's chest. But the soldier's hand held onto the hem of Nightingale's skirt, and with a rip, the last piece of her skirt was torn away. Her private parts, already unprotected by panties, were completely exposed to the men. "Hmph... cough cough..." The soldier grunted and stumbled backward. He coughed twice, looked down at the slightly dented armor on his chest, and his eyes widened in shock. He clearly hadn't expected such terrifying force from such a seemingly delicate girl. If not for the protection of his armor and underlayer, that kick would have pierced him through. This clearly exceeded the capabilities of an ordinary mercenary. Nightingale's hands, bound behind her back, spread their fingers and pushed off the ground. With a twist of her waist and a thrust of her legs, she stood upright, her hands and legs still bound. This maneuver stunned the soldier before her. "Help me!" the soldier roared. ... The two soldiers heading upstairs ran headlong into Carol, who had come upon hearing the commotion. After Carol's body had been enhanced by the system, while her strength wasn't exceptional, her speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. The two soldiers before her had clearly underestimated her. Carol merely shifted her steps, dodging the grasping claws of the two soldiers who lunged at her. She then spun around and kicked one of them in the ribs. "Hmph... so fast. But... was that a tickle?" The soldier patted the dust off his waist, chuckled, and spread his arms, continuing to advance to embrace Carol. Seeing that her kick had little effect, Carol focused on evasion. Only when the opponent showed an opening did she lift her leg to strike at their vital areas. Her evasive movements in the dust were like those of a light and graceful elf. However, even so, the confined space was not conducive to Carol's combat style. The two soldiers cooperated seamlessly, quickly forcing Carol into a corner. Carol kicked out, aiming for one of the soldiers' groins again. But the soldiers, having learned from previous encounters, reacted in advance, blocking with their hands from below and grabbing Carol's beautiful foot. "Hmph, the princess's legwork is quite good." He pulled Carol's left foot with his right hand, stretching Carol's body into a split. Carol's exposed little hole pressed directly against the bulge beneath the soldier. The soldier's right hand slid down, inserting two fingers into Carol's little hole and beginning to prod. "Bastard... let go!" Carol struggled in shame and anger. But with her strength, she couldn't break free from his grasp, and her juices flowed uncontrollably down her thighs and onto his fingers. As the soldier firmly controlled her, the other soldier approached from behind and began to grope her fair buttocks. "Hmph... stop it! Don't touch there... hmph..." Her undeveloped anus was also rudely penetrated by the soldier's index finger, thrusting into the tender intestinal walls. With her front and back orifices attacked, Carol's body experienced an irresistible numbness. "Get it out! Mmm... don't do that..." "We haven't had our fun with a princess yet. Before we take you back, let us have our fill of playing with you. Hehehe..." "Well said. With no superiors around this time, how could we lowly soldiers ever get to play with such a noble thing?" "Help... help me..."