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He was still lying on the table with a high iron brick serving as a pillow. But it hardly provided any comfort. Instead, he felt much discomfort in his nape and at the back of his head.

He still couldn't lift a finger; he felt as though invisible chains were restricting him. His breathing was uneven as well; he felt as if something heavy and invisible was unjustly using his chest as a cushion.

To the side on the left, sat Lizara and Virenna, conversing about things he couldn't understand.

Freya stood next to a 10-tiered wooden shelf, balancing on the balls of her feet as she attempted to retrieve an earthenware bowl from the 7th tier. After successfully fetching it, she went down on one knee and placed it on the ground.

She took a stoneware jar and from it poured a sweet-smelling pink-coloured oil into the bowl to the halfway mark.

Rising to her feet with the bowl in her right palm, she headed to the shelf once more. There was a bottle which she set eyes on, but it was situated above the 10th tier.

Sighing, she levitated from the ground, picked her choice bottle, and after descending and landing gently, she kneeled again and emptied the contents of the bottle (which was also a pinkish oil, but this particular one had a darker shade) into the bowl.

After picking a wooden ladle from the 6th tier, she made a beeline for the table on which lay a vulnerable, mother-nude Vilian.

Using the ladle, she scooped some oil onto his chest and, after placing the utensil into the bowl, she started rubbing his chest with one hand, occasionally scooping more onto the human's skin from time to time.

In no time, her hand slid closer and closer to his crotch. Vilian bit his lower lip, frustrated at his inability to do something. Although he didn't want to die, he also didn't want to get touched inappropriately.

"Don't you dare resist, even in your mind, prey," Freya warned, revealing a forked tongue which made him gulp.

She harrumphed and pinched his groin area, causing him to grit his teeth and let out a muffled groan.

"How dare you hold back your happy moans?" She queried with a disgruntled look.

"..." Which ear of hers heard him moaning from pleasure? Where was the pleasure even?

Regardless of whether there was pleasure or not, he didn't want to be turned on for a man-eater, not when his life was at stake.

Even if he died from all their unjust torture, he still wouldn't have a complete body. What to do?

In less than a minute, Freya was already holding his oiled dick and running her hands on it up and down.

Vilian gritted his teeth. There was no way he was going to get hard for her. Never!

After a while of unsuccessfully making him hard, Freya let go of his still-flaccid dick.

"Open your mouth," she commanded.

He gritted his teeth instead. No way was he going to ingest anything.

"I'll cut off your dick right this instant," she warned.

And he could see that she meant it. Reluctantly, he parted his mouth a bit, eliciting a scoff from her.

"There should be no next time, prey." With that, a small transparent bottle appeared in her left palm, shocking him.

So these beings had more powers that he hadn't seen.

Unscrewing the lid, Freya proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into his mouth.

Not only did the dark liquid smell awful, it was bitter. So bitter that a petty thief might choose to confess even crimes he didn’t commit just to avoid it.

He wanted it out of his mouth, but with Freya’s glowing and intimidating eyes watching him intently, he could only close his eyes tight and swallow it. Even after he swallowed, the bitterness didn’t leave; it only seemed to increase.

“Here, eat it,” she said as she brought a strange, black, small fruit to his mouth. Although he also had an unsettling feeling about accepting it, resistance was futile.

He could only open his mouth and chew the fruit. Thankfully, it didn’t taste horrible as he’d earlier feared. It wasn’t too sweet either. Just about enough to defeat the bitterness plaguing him.

Before he could even internally sigh in momentary relief, he felt a weird sensation in his stomach and then his abdomen.

Freya, seeing his face being that of discomfort, smirked and made another earthen bowl fly towards her from the shelf’s 7th layer.

Then she placed it between his thighs on the table and held his already throbbing cock.

“Don’t be shy, prey. Consider it an honour,” she told him with a sinister grin.

He wished he could resist, he wished…

He became dismayed as he started urinating into the bowl after Freya stroked his dick a bit.

Once she was sure he was done with the emiction, she made the bowl fly towards the conversing duo.

Virenna caught it gently and placed the bowl on her thighs. She and Lizara then stared at the urine. Lizara even extended her hand, letting her index finger touch the liquid.

Afterwards, she brought that same finger to her mouth and nodded. “It’s good quality.” She gave Freya a thumbs up, making the latter smile even more.

“We need a bit of his love juice then,” the latter proposed, with her gaze on the ‘prey’s’ half-flaccid pecker.

She stared at Vilian, who was already dreading her neck actions. “Make sure you produce a lot of juice, dear. Otherwise, you’ll have your dick cut off,”

Vilian kept mum, not wanting to voice what he truly felt in his heart.

Did she think he was deaf? That he didn’t hear them say his dick was going to end up as a certain ‘Kennifer’s’ meal?

Freya continued running her hands up and down his dick and, without a heads-up, lowered her head to take him into her mouth.

Vilian shivered.

Remembering that she had a forked tongue. What if there was poison?

Freya started nodding on his dick, making sure to slurp. The other females were staring in her direction for a few moments before returning to their discussion.

Vilian kept clenching his teeth hard. He didn’t want to get hard for a creature like this. He really wished he could go back in time.