The Breaking of Titania

I remember years ago when Kiria appeared in that Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest spinoff manga, the part where she kind of enslaves Erza was so good even if it was for just a brief moment. But I never thought it would actually get animated since I thought it was going to be just a short spinoff, but somehow it got an anime, so I thought about drawing Kiria at least once, this time enslaving that pathetic Erza for good. I hope you like it and thank you for your patience! :D

Also, here is a short story.

The Breaking of Titania

The cold, damp air of the dungeon seemed to cling to Erza’s skin as she lay on the hard stone floor, stripped of her armor, dignity, and freedom. The walls of the dungeon, once silent witnesses to countless horrors, now echoed with the sound of footsteps approaching—footsteps that sent a shiver down Erza’s spine. She knew who it was.

Kiria.

The door creaked open, and the light from the hallway cast a long shadow across the room. Erza, lying face up, her body completely exposed, looked toward the source of the shadow. Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw Kiria enter, her eyes gleaming with the same sadistic delight that had haunted Erza since her defeat.

“Good morning, my little foot slave,” Kiria purred, her voice dripping with mockery. She walked over to Erza with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment of her victim’s fear and humiliation.

Erza’s fists clenched at her sides, her resolve momentarily hardening. “This isn’t over,” she spat, her voice trembling with both defiance and desperation. “I will fight back. I will help my friends escape, and we will end this!”

Kiria’s smile only widened at Erza’s outburst. Without a word, she bent down and began to remove her shoes, her movements calm and measured. The tension in the room thickened as Erza watched in growing horror, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Open your mouth, slut,” Kiria ordered, her voice low and commanding. Erza’s eyes widened, but she shook her head, refusing to comply.

“Never!” Erza shouted, her voice filled with the last remnants of her pride. “You won’t break me, Kiria. I’ll—”

Before Erza could finish her sentence, Kiria’s left foot shot forward, her heel slamming against Erza’s mouth with a force that cut her off mid-sentence. Erza’s eyes widened in shock as the taste of Kiria’s heel filled her mouth, the weight and pressure gagging her, forcing her to submit.

Kiria’s laughter echoed off the stone walls, a cruel, mocking sound that sent a shiver down Erza’s spine. She pressed her heel further into Erza’s mouth, silencing any protest before it could form. “What’s that, you pathetic whore?” Kiria sneered, her voice dripping with amusement. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your pitiful defeat.”

Erza tried to pull away, but Kiria kept her foot firmly in place, her strength and dominance overwhelming. “Look at you,” Kiria continued, her voice taking on a taunting tone. “The great Titania, reduced to nothing more than a pathetic foot bitch. Did you really think you stood a chance against me? Against the mighty Blade Dragon?”

Tears of frustration welled up in Erza’s eyes as she felt the heel of Kiria’s foot press deeper into her mouth. Her body betrayed her, a droplet of saliva escaping the corner of her lips, running down her chin as she fought to breathe.

Kiria’s grin only widened as she watched Erza struggle. “You’re pathetic, Erza. You know that, don’t you?” Kiria’s voice was a cruel whisper, her words slicing through Erza’s pride like a blade. “It was so easy to defeat you, to enslave you. All that strength, all that reputation, and it meant nothing in the end. You were weak, and now you’re mine.”

Erza’s vision blurred with tears, her spirit crumbling under Kiria’s relentless assault. She wanted to fight back, to scream, but the heel in her mouth gagged her, rendering her powerless.

“And from now on,” Kiria continued, her tone turning even more sadistic, “you won’t need to worry about anything else. Your only purpose, your only thought, will be my feet. Worshipping them, pleasing them, serving them. That’s all you are now—a worthless foot slave.”

Erza’s body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps around the heel in her mouth. Kiria kept her foot in place, watching with satisfaction as Erza began to drool uncontrollably, the droplet turning into a steady stream. The once-mighty warrior was now reduced to a helpless, humiliated mess, unable to do anything but submit to Kiria’s will.

Kiria finally pulled her heel from Erza’s mouth, leaving her gasping for air, saliva dripping from her lips and chin. Kiria’s laughter filled the room once more, a sound that would haunt Erza’s dreams.

“Remember this moment, foot bitch,” Kiria said, her voice a menacing whisper. “Because it’s the first of many. You belong to me now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Erza lay there, her body shaking with a mixture of rage and despair, her lips still tingling from the force of Kiria’s heel. She had lost, and deep down, she knew that her life as she knew it was over.

Kiria’s smirk remained as she turned and walked out of the dungeon, leaving Erza to wallow in her defeat. The dungeon door slammed shut, the echo reverberating through the cold stone walls, a grim reminder of the chains that now bound Titania, both physically and mentally.

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