Attachment Knight - Chapter 1

If there’s a special experience in life you can never forget, it would be something like this.

That day I was drunk, my head hurt, but the heat of the alcohol had me floating. Somehow I ended up having sex with someone, and I only found out later that the man was Don Pisano.

Who Don Pisano is…

Well, he’s basically like my master.

I had my hips pushed back and my hands gripping the window frame, and he watched my breasts bounce with the impact of his body slamming into mine. If you ask whether I wanted it, I’m not sure. But our relationship was always like this.

Somehow we’d ended up making love, and although neither of us defined the relationship, we acted like lovers. Somehow. Layers of coincidence and inevitability tangled together like a monster’s claws gripping us.

If you ask whether I like the man named Don Pisano, it’s vague, but I didn’t exactly dislike him. In this jungle-like swamp where several corpses float up every day, being loved by a predator is power in itself.

When his long, firm fingertips pushed through the thicket and rubbed to find the hard little egg, pleasure spread like a burst of water. Each time the thick lump of flesh drove into my wet insides, my trembling, wanton appearance was just like a deer in heat.

To think that sound came out of my mouth. He held my chin back. While we were still connected, he bit my lip. Our tongues rubbed and made a murky wet sound that excited me, but my rationality whispered coldly.

‘A deer can’t bear a lion’s cub.’

This might not be mating but a kind of hunt.

My nipples burned and the inside of me squelched without rest. I saw my reflection in the mirror, limbs pinned like a bound animal being devoured.

His long tongue pushed into my mouth and ravaged me. He devoured me whole.

“It’s hard.”

My legs were spread wide and wouldn’t close no matter how I tried. Like a predator carrying its cub, Don bit into the nape of my neck and buried himself deeper. His tip crushed and hit the deepest part, as if piercing straight through my soul.

I spoke:

“They say animals of different species can’t have offspring. Even if you plant the seed, it can’t grow, so it’s meaningless.”

“And?”

“Doesn’t that mean one ends up devouring the other?”

“You imagine the funniest things.”

“It’s because you gave me too much alcohol. My head hurts.”

He no longer falls for my lies. Instead, he grabbed me as I tried to slip away and lifted me to my feet. Lifting me up, he hugged me tight from behind and thrust quickly.

My glamorous dress shed like a cast-off skin, and my jewel-studded fake nails sparkled. Bottles rolled across the glass table, and puzzle pieces were scattered messily under the carpet.

Looking at the maddening puzzle that had remained unfinished for years, my eyes suddenly stung and my head throbbed. A moment of unbearable tightness in my chest and heat clogged my breath.

I want to evaporate somewhere. Anywhere but here.

But I’m surrounded on all sides by thick darkness and a deep blue sea like a fence.

My legs gave out. My scream-like moan turned close to a plea.

Pleasure stacked layer by layer like a sweet crepe cake, inversely proportional to my weakening body and mind. He nibbled my round earlobe and teased me.

“How do you feel?”

“It feels good.”

“Who were you flirting with at the party? Which bastard was hitting on you? No, you don’t need to answer. I watched everything. You’re too flashy, Millie. You want to draw less attention, but your vanity and extravagance and those lonely eyes drive men crazy. Do you know that? They’d gladly pay money just to sleep with you once.”

“….”

“They’d shove expensive jewels at you and babble proposals that’d suck your soul out like they’re living only for today. Men are all idiots and rutting beasts in front of a beauty.”

The man’s bloodless jawline reflected in the moonlit window. His ice-blue eyes stayed fixed on my face the entire time he fucked me. Even though my earlobes and my neck flushed red with excitement, his gaze was so calm that I felt like Psyche making love to an unseen god.

“I know,” I answered cheerfully. “But you can relax because I don’t sleep with anyone but you.”

“Right. Except when I order you to. You’re a devoted student and lover.”

The man, who looked boyish only when he smiled, stared at my small face and whispered sweetly.

“You’re beautiful, Millie.”

“….”

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever shaped.”

My body flipped while his cock stayed inside me. His large hands squeezed my breasts.

“And you’re the most beautiful when you undress.”

The flesh bulging between his fingers squashed like cake. His tongue licked the stiff nipple poking between the joints. His tongue wasn’t enough, so he used his hand too. His fingers pressed down. The blood-swollen nipple hurt, then slowly lost sensation.

I can’t tell pleasure and pain apart.

Whenever his red tongue flicked my nipple like he was tasting it, I watched it like a third party.

“You don’t know how much I cherish you.”

He chewed my nipple with his lips, then set his teeth on it. Pain and pleasure touched at one point, two extremes meeting in one sensation. This man was just as contradictory.

He loves me so much and cherishes me, so why?

I turned my gaze to the dizzyingly blue sea. This is an island. A luxurious, extravagant, and sometimes suffocating paradise. Since money didn’t allow it, I’d never been able to leave this island. Instead, he showered me with expensive luxuries. Some people envied my life.

His teeth bit my nipple again.

“Ah… it hurts.”

“They’re like double-layered petals.”

When I looked down, red marks bloomed around my nipple like rounded flower petals.

He grabbed both my ankles and lifted them over his shoulders. He sucked my breast so hard, even though it wouldn’t give a single drop of sweetness, and rubbed his thick, hardened cock between my wet labia. Filled with dense pre-cum, his rigid cock signaled the second thrust.

My round butt lifted and my stomach folded.

“Millie, how old are you?”

“I don’t know.”

The man licked my tightly shut eyelids. It felt like a damp, slippery snake belly slithering over me.

He rubbed the tip of his cock at my entrance a few times, then hugged me and pushed his desire deep inside.

The angle made the penetration even deeper, and I panicked.

My mouth opened helplessly and a strained sound escaped. His large hand cradled my head as he pushed in deeper.

His heavy, hammer-like thrusts pounded inside me without pause.

I struggled. I sobbed and begged and whimpered, then at some point I just gave up.

It’s always been like this.

I couldn’t separate the emotions, moods, likes and dislikes I felt.

If I thought too long, my head hurt. It felt like losing my sense of balance. It’s the same now…. I should cut back on drinking. I’ll die early like this.

No, maybe it doesn’t matter. As long as it feels good.

“….”

I was trapped in those thoughts over and over when it happened.

My eyes met someone else’s.

At first, I thought Don had finally gone mad and embedded amethysts in the wallpaper.

But what I’d mistaken for a jewel was unmistakably a human eye, holding clear bewilderment and contempt. I knew because that gaze was similar to what I saw in the mirror when I looked at myself.

…I know the owner of those eyes.

Right, it was the slave knight the man sucking my breast had dragged in. He was from outside the island, the strangest and most incomprehensible being I’d ever seen.

The twisted violet eyes vanished in an instant.

At the same time, the pile of puzzle pieces stacked like a tower on the floor collapsed with a crash.

I lay back on the bed and stared blankly at the wall.

I hoped I’d seen wrong.

“A lion doesn’t even think about mating with a deer in the first place. But if it were possible, wouldn’t it at least be able to leave its seed?”

“….”

The creature born from a deer’s borrowed womb would be a monstrous hybrid. I couldn’t answer. I was so shocked that I only realized the heat spreading through my stomach a moment later. I suddenly wondered what kind of terrible result that seed would produce.

As I lay still with my hand over my stomach, my lover whispered kindly.

“Should we drink more?”

We clinked our strong absinthe glasses and smoked. The hazy pleasure and limpness spread through my body.

He brushed aside the hair at my temple, damp with sweat. The left nipple he’d tortured the most was swollen like it would fall off.

And only one round had passed.

Even when the man slid his lips downward, sat me against the headboard, and spread my legs, I kept thinking of those bright violet eyes. I wanted to say something to Don, who was burying his mouth between my thighs.

“Don, I found something funny.”

“….”

“Was that a dream just now? Raise your head. Listen to me. Did you see it too? A man who-“

But he didn’t budge, either because excitement had scrambled his head or because he found my words annoying. Truthfully, he’s never listened to me properly. He thinks a mentally ill girl is spinning stories.

Too much. I’ve never been crazy, not even once.

My heart pounded.

Maybe it was the lingering heat of sex, or maybe it was because I couldn’t erase the image of that man’s eyes.