Damian bit her neck lightly and whispered. Unlike his hips, which were thrusting roughly into her, his voice was tender.

“Bella, I love you. Please… never leave my side.”

“Hah, mmh…! Every day, haaang! Ah! Every, night…”

“No, I hate that. I don’t want to meet only at night.”

If she became accustomed to spending the days alone, and if she became able to stand on her own, she might stop seeking Damian someday.

Right now, Serabella loved him deeply too, but wasn’t the heart something that no one knew how would change in the end?

“If we’re apart even for a moment, haa… Bella, when you’re not… here, I feel like I’ll have nightmares… even while I’m awake…”

“Hngh, that’s… no…! Ahng, ha…!”

He had to hold on to her while Serabella was still afraid of being left alone. Damian moved his hips as he whispered endlessly. He intended to push anxiety into her mind, which was being crushed by pleasure, as if brainwashing her.

But then, it wasn’t only her mind that was being ruined.

Damian slowly rolled his hips and drove himself deep into Serabella. His glans struck her cervix, slid, and forced its way into the deepest place inside her.

“Aang! Ahh, ah…! Haaang! Ah!”

Her body took his c**k into her p***y and spasmed with it. Damian forcibly endured the pleasure that made his vision flash white. The inner walls, squeezing as if they would bite off his manhood, and the arousal that gushed from her pulsating ridges and soaked him, both drove him mad.

As expected, he couldn’t let Serabella go. She had to love only him forever and remain by his side.

“Bella, my love… I’ll feed you my seed until your belly swells. Just as you want, until you faint.”

“I like that, yes…! Do that for me. Damian, haaah… yes, please…!”

Damian lifted Serabella’s body and sat her on top of him. Her face, now facing his, was a mess, stained with tears and pleasure.

It was also Damian’s favorite expression. A face that moaned obscenely, soaked in pleasure and unable to tell heaven from earth. If anyone saw Serabella looking like this, they would surely be unable to help loving her. Of course, the only one allowed to taste her obscenity was Damian.

Serabella had made a cage to confine Damian, and Damian had bound Serabella’s body to those bars. Just as Damian couldn’t run away from her, Serabella too would never be able to leave him. That fact reassured Damian deeply. He kissed Serabella’s lips deeply and thrust his hips upward.

Because, as promised, he had to f**k her with his c**k until she fainted.

III.

Serabella drew the curtains and looked outside. The bright sunlight hurt her eyes. It was because for the past several days, she had barely left the bed and had devoted herself only to joining bodies with Damian. Bringing meals was Damian’s role, and wiping her body clean was his role as well. Even if she didn’t do a single thing with her own hands, Damian did anything she needed.

A few months ago, Serabella had moved residences with Damian. It was because there were too many watching eyes in Tocelli’s castle, making it difficult to be together with Damian. Before the sun set, the servants would search for Serabella as if something terrible had happened just because she had left her place for a moment. When she reduced the number of household members and shut herself in the basement, this time rumors spread that she was a witch.

Terca’s movements were unusual too. Since it had originally been a family that took the lead in witch hunts, it wouldn’t have been strange no matter what they did. And in truth, Serabella was keeping Damian imprisoned as well.

From Serabella’s position, there wasn’t much she could do. She disposed of as many of the lands and businesses belonging to the family as possible, then anonymously purchased a small villa.

It was a good choice in many ways. The secluded villa surrounded by forest had few occasions for encountering other people at all, and even the very few servants she had carefully selected didn’t recognize the two of them. Thanks to that, Serabella could always remain by his side. She had to. Because if they were apart even for a moment, the spell might come undone.

Even now, if they were apart for only a few hours, Damian would regain memories from the past. He also said they were scenes blurrier than dreams, but that they bothered him strangely. Each time that happened, Serabella hurriedly cast the spell anew and kissed him.

Losing Damian was something she couldn’t even imagine. The only one left to her was Damian. Of course, even if people overflowed around her, the only person Serabella wanted would still be Damian.

“Bella? Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Rather than a walk…”

Serabella smiled softly and kissed Damian. Damian, a little broken but all the more beautiful for it, was hers alone forevermore.

His eyes, blurred with affection and pleasure, and his hands, unable to let her go no matter what. Damian, broken and twisted in whatever way, was exactly the way Serabella wanted him.

“If we’re doing it together, I’d rather take a bath.”

Serabella whispered as she wrapped her arms around Damian’s neck. Damian, who was already twisted and broken enough even without dark magic, smiled with satisfaction.

He rather liked his twisted self. Because it was the self Serabella loved, as long as he could bind Serabella by his side, it didn’t matter if Damian’s own mind broke and shattered. And Damian would remain as broken as she wanted and ensnare her forever.

“As you command, my love.”

—Confinement, The End—