Chapter 2200: A Body Pillow. A/N: I’d say don’t read. I wanted to upload everything together but Give me some time. (I’ll upload everything tomorrow.) ... "Good girl." Nux praised as he watched her with the same amused smile. His words echoed in her mind, catching her breath. For a moment, Sharnoth could not react, and before she could collect her thoughts and get her act together, Nux moved. One arm slid under her waist, the other across her back. Sharnoth flinched at the sudden touch but then— "Ahh—" Nux pulled her down; his movements initially seemed sudden, but that wasn’t true; in fact, it was the complete opposite. He was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted Sharnoth to feel and understand every single thing that was happening to her. Finally, until her body folded against his. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her cheek against his shoulder. And this wasn’t it— His knee instantly moved between her thighs, and in a single, smooth push, her legs parted without her permission. He kept his knee there, keeping everything ’open’ just like he liked. "..." Sharnoth couldn’t say anything, she just stared at Nux’s neck that was right in front of her and felt his knee dangerously close to... ’it’. Her body fidgeted. She tried closing her legs, but Nux’s knee made it impossible, and since she obviously couldn’t use force because of their ’deal’, she was stuck in that position, unable to close her legs, unable to... ’hide’. Heat flooded her face, her neck, her ears. She ’braced’ herself for more, for something rougher, things she had seen in her life, things that had happened to her mother and with other slaves right in front of her eyes, but— But nothing came. Nux only tightened his arms around her, one hand moved between her shoulder blades and the other moved towards her lower back, his fingers curled just above the curve of her hips. He tucked her closer, as if adjusting a cushion for perfect comfort. Yes, He treated her exactly like he said—a pillow. A body pillow, to be more precise. His movements had no hesitation or gentleness; it was just wild, firm, selfish claiming, one that only cared about his own comfort. And once he found the most comfortable position for himself— He stopped. Yes, that was it. Nux didn’t move, nor did he say anything. In the big room the two of them were in, there was only... Silence. No words. No teasing. Not even the sound of his breathing had changed. Sharnoth only felt the slow and calm rhythm of his beating heart and the warmth of his body seeping into hers. And this... This was much, much worse than everything she was imagining in her head. The Chaos Heir’s thoughts screamed. This should mean nothing! She had faced countless armies, enemies that could crush most beings in the Universe. There were times when she altered the very reality itself. A... a mere hug should be air! Nothing! Mere Dust! Not even dust! Compared to everything she had imagined, this should be nothing at all! Yet... every place he touched... burned. Her skin prickled as though it had forgotten how to be touched at all. The pressure of his thigh between hers sent slow, small waves of cushiony, comforting feeling into her body, and slowly, a hot, traitorous liquid began pooling. She tried to stay stiff. She tried to remember that all of this was just a deal, nothing more, nothing less, but for some odd reason she could not understand, her body betrayed her. After long minutes, her shoulders loosened. Her fingers, clenched at her sides, uncurled. The warmth was... too good. Too... safe. It moved right under her heart, making her feel emotion she had never felt before in her long, desperate life. "Haaahh... Haaahh... Hahhh..." Her breathing became heavy on its own and slowed to match his; her heartbeat, however, was completely different. It was loud, restless, and unreasonably fast. Her heart moved as if it was fully alert, as if it wanted her to feel and understand every single thing happening around her, just like how it acts when she is in a battle she is losing, and her body was pushing itself to the limits in order not to perish. But the strangest part was that only her heart was acting like it was an emergency, her body... It was melting. Yes, it felt like she was actually melting into him. Finding comfort like no other in his arms. But then— Just when Sharnoth’s mind was getting used to all this foreign stimulation, Nux’s hands moved again. Again, his movements were slow, dangerously, frustratingly slow. His fingertips brushed the hem of her top and... and then slipped beneath. Cool air kissed her spine first, then it was his palms, touching her naked, grey skin. "Snnfff!" Sharnoth flinched hard, a full-body jerk she couldn’t hide. Her muscles locked. She wanted to twist away, to put even an inch of distance between them, but... She didn’t. The rules rang in her head like bells: You may move, but never away. So she stayed trembling while his hands, which were already touching her bare skin, travelled upward, tracing the line of her spine, the curve of her waist, the edges of her ribs and so on... There was no hurry, there was no groping, just... A skin on skin contact, calm, slow, deliberate, as if... as if he was memorising the feel of something... something that already belonged to him. "Haaaahhh..." Sharnoth let out a deep breath, her body flinching even strongly as Nux moved, her breathing that had slowed down to match his became erratic, her fingers that had uncurled just a few moments ago clenched into a fist again as she tried to take back the control of her own body but failed disastrously. The waves and waves of this ’tangy’ feeling that constantly ’attacked’ her body made her weak,her entire body became stiff in order to resist against it, but... It just wasn’t working. Her breath was now completely out of control, goosebumps rose everywhere he touched, his palms were colder than she expected, and the contrast made her feel blazing hot by comparison. Every slide of his fingers drew shivers she couldn’t suppress. Her nipples tightened beneath the remaining cloth. Her thighs still tried to close, but again, from the beginning to the end, the knee hadn’t moved; instead, it had only moved deeper, opening her legs even further as her body trembled harder. And the worst part? Even now, Nux said nothing. The silence was crueller than any command. It left her alone with this uncomfortable feeling gathering between her legs, her instincts, the primal impulses that controlled her body screamed, telling her to move. And no, this time, it didn’t want her to move away or run, it... It was her to move... differently. Her deepest, carnal instincts wanted her to rock forward her hips and press herself with Nux’s body, grinding as wildly as she could, but... She couldn’t. She didn’t dare to. This was not her. All her imaginations related to... ’these things’ were still in her mind, and as much as she was prepared to accept whatever that was going to happen to her, she herself did not want it, and she had no intention of lowering herself to do such ’actions’ and ’beg for it.’ So no matter how much her body screamed at her to move, she did not. Sharnoth Nocthys kept her head strong. But Nux... He did not. "Hmmm~" He let out a sleepy voice, as if he was already asleep, while his body shifted again, pulling her mess of a body even closer to him until not even a breath of air could pass between their bodies. His chest now touched her breasts, his hips to hers. And then she felt it. That hard, heavy thing that was pressing against the softest part of her body, separated only by two thin layers of cloth. "!!!" Sharnoth’s eyes flew wide, her heartbeat rose even further, breathing now more erratic, her back arched up and her mind... It had already imagined it all. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for—no, more accurately, the moment she had been dreading. The moment Nux did to her what she saw happened to others, but even then, Sharnoth did not move. No matter how unwilling she was, she had already promised herself, this was something she was ’supposed’ to do. In an instant— Her breathing stopped entirely, her body went perfectly still, every muscle prepared for what was about to come next. Her hair fell over her face as she closed her eyes and waited—waiting for the push, waiting for her clothes to be torn apart, for the... for the invasion she had... promised to welcome. But... Nux only tightened his arms, buried his face in the curve of her neck, and held her more tightly than before. Nothing more. His private part continued to throb against hers, but that was it. He did not move any further, and Sharnoth could feel it all, the steady rise and fall of his chest, his calm, rhythmic heartbeat that hadn’t changed since the start. Slowly, very slowly, the fear began to drain out of her, but... she wasn’t glad because that same fear... It was replaced by something far worse. Aching, helpless... want. But Nux... He still did not move. He simply kept her there as his pillow, just as he had demanded, and let the silence do the rest.