His kisses moved lower.
Klaus didn’t rush.
He dragged his mouth down the center of Mirela’s stomach, leaving a damp trail of heat that burned against the freezing ambient air of the Endless Tower.
’Why does she taste this good...?’ Klaus thought, he hadn’t even gone down there yet... Did he just like licking sweat?
He could feel the fine toned muscles of her abdomen quivering beneath his lips.
"Hmm~"
Her breath hitched in a sharp gasp every single time his tongue traced the slight sensitive indentation of her navel.
"Klaus~"
He pressed a final firm kiss just below her belly button before sliding his hands down to the thick waistband of her leather trousers.
"Lift them up..." Klaus murmured with his deep voice vibrating against her skin.
Mirela obeyed instantly.
She arched her spine, lifting her pelvis off the heavy fur mattress slightly to help him.
Klaus reached down, his hands working the tight laces and thick leather ties at her hips with patience.
He pulled the knot loose with his knuckles brushing against her bare hipbones, sending a violent shiver straight down her legs.
"C-cold~"
He grabbed the thick leather waistband and pulled.
The trousers, along with her coarse linen undergarments, slid slowly down her thighs.
He dragged them entirely over her calves, pulling them completely off her heavy winter boots.
He didn’t even bother untying the boots either... he just yanked the footwear off along with the pants in one fluid motion, tossing the discarded pile of clothing onto the cold obsidian floor next to her dark tunic.
Mirela was left completely nude, exposed on the dark heavy winter furs.
"D-don’t look..." Mirela said as she tried to hide her breasts and lower lips with her hands.
Klaus sat back on his knees with his broad chest rising and falling slowly as he took her in.
The orange firelight from the dying embers danced across her skin.
Her toned legs, shaped by so much exercise that she did trembled nervously against the blankets.
Her wide child-bearing hips flared out perfectly from her narrow waist.
The soft rise of her stomach hitched with her rapid breathing and Klaus finally noticed something... Mirela actually had a tail but it was small and round, right above her ass.
’Regardless...’
She looked absolutely incredible in the firelight and the best part was that... She belonged to him.
"You look like you need a baby in you, maybe tw—"
"Stop saying embarrassing things, Master!"
Klaus reached down with his broad hands grasping both of her bare ankles.
His skin was cold and the sudden contact made Mirela gasp.
"Mmh~"
He gently separated her thighs, pulling her knees apart to open her wide for him.
Mirela’s face instantly flushed a brilliant burning shade of crimson.
Instinctively, a wave of lingering shyness hit her.
She tried to press her knees back together with her inner thighs trembling as she lifted her right arm, throwing it over her face to hide her burning cheeks from his intense glowing silver gaze.
"Master..." she whimpered with her voice muffled behind her forearm. "Don’t... don’t stare so hard. It’s embarrassing..."
"Put your arm down, Mirela," Klaus growled softly.
He didn’t let her close her legs.
He kept his hands wrapped firmly around her ankles, gently but immovably pressing her knees further apart until she lay completely open and entirely exposed to him.
The slick glistening wetness pooling at her center reflected the firelight.
"You look perfect," Klaus told her, it would be Mirela’s first time since coming of age... He had to make her feel really loved.
"Don’t hide from me."
She hesitated for a fraction of a second then, slowly, she lowered her arm.
Her stunning eyes were already dark with arousal as she watched him shift his weight forward between her spread thighs.
Instead of moving his hips up to enter her right away, Klaus kept his torso low.
He dropped his broad shoulders directly between her open legs.
He reached out, hooking his large muscled arms completely under the backs of her knees.
"I’ll make you feel good... though it has been a while since I’ve done this." Klaus muttered.
With a smooth heave, he pulled her thighs up, resting the backs of her legs comfortably over his broad shoulders, exposing her deepest most sensitive center to the cool air.
"Ma~ Ma—!"
Before she could even register what he was doing, Klaus leaned his head forward and buried his face directly into her slick folds.
"Ah! MASTER~"
Mirela shrieked out at the top of her lungs.
Her spine instantly arched so high her lower back completely left the mattress with her pelvis snapping upward to press against his mouth.
SQUELCH!
The wet sloppy sound of his tongue dragging across her soaked flesh echoed loudly in the quiet room.
He didn’t rush the oral foreplay.
’I have to be slow to make sure she enjoys it...’ Klaus thought, he was not in a rush to do the deed after all.
He used his tongue with broad and agonizingly slow strokes.
He traced the entire length of her slick folds, lapping up the pooling moisture, before pressing his mouth directly against her most sensitive point.
"Mmmh~ Masta~ S-so good~"
He sucked gently at first, swirling his warm tongue aggressively around the swollen hypersensitive nub.
His large hands slid down from her calves, wrapping tightly around the firm soft curves of her bare hips, holding her anchored firmly against his mouth so she couldn’t squirm away from the relentless stimulation.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
"Haah! Haah~ Master! That feels... hnngh~ it’s too much!" Mirela whimpered brokenly.
Her hands flew up with her fingers gripping the thick fur blankets on either side of her head so tightly her knuckles instantly turned white.
Her dark tail unfurled and whipped wildly through the air before wrapping tightly around Klaus’s thick forearm, squeezing him desperately as his tongue picked up the rhythm.
’Oh so she can do that?’ Klaus thought, he didn’t know that goats had long tails... but hey, he wasn’t complaining either!
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
He parted her folds wider with his thumbs, letting the cool air hit her before diving back in.
Klaus slid two thick fingers directly inside her dripping entrance while his mouth continued to ruthlessly worship her outside.
"Haaaaah~" she wailed with her eyes rolling back.
Her internal passages were already incredibly slick and dripping hot against his skin.
Her tight wet walls contracted warmly, violently squeezing around his digits.
Klaus didn’t just leave them there... he curled his two fingers upward, pressing hard against the sensitive ridged wall deep inside her with delicate thrusts.
Slsh... Slsh... Slsh...
"You taste incredible, Mirela," Klaus murmured against her wet skin.
His deep voice sent a vibration straight through her swollen center.
The sensation of his vocal cords vibrating directly against her most sensitive nerves made her cry out again with her hips bucking wildly against his face.
"Master~!"
"So sweet," Klaus praised darkly, lapping up another coat of her juices. "So clean."
"Don’t... haah~ don’t talk while you’re doing that!" she sobbed out, completely losing her mind.
Why did all of this have to feel so good...?
She rolled her head frantically from side to side across the pillows with her silver hair tangling in the furs.
The passive intoxicating heat radiating from his divine Soul King aura wasn’t just staying in his core anymore.
It was bleeding directly into her pale skin wherever his hot mouth and calloused hands touched her, sinking deep into her muscles and overloading her nervous system completely.
"Master... I can’t hold it..." Mirela begged with tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. "I’m going to... ah! Ah!"
Klaus didn’t back off. He accelerated instead.
He increased the rhythm of his tongue, sucking her swollen nub firmly between his lips, pulling the sensitive flesh right into his mouth.
Simultaneously, his two thick fingers thrust deep inside her tight passage in perfect, devastating time with his mouth.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
Mirela completely shattered.
"KLAUS!" she screamed out loudly with her voice cracking as it echoed off the obsidian pillars.
Her bare thighs clamped down incredibly hard against his broad shoulders, trying to crush his head in a vice grip as her first climax hit her like an explosive shockwave.
Her internal walls violently squeezed around his two fingers, pulsing rapidly, milking his digits as pure pleasure exploded through her lower abdomen. Intense, violent tremors raced all the way down her legs to the tips of her toes, her entire body going entirely rigid.
"Haah... hnngh... ahhh..."
Klaus didn’t pull away.
He kept his mouth pressed firmly against her slick folds until the very worst of the violent convulsions finally passed.
He used his tongue to drink down every single drop of her sweet release, making sure she was completely clean, before slowly pulling his two fingers out of her tight entrance with a loud sound.
POP!
He wiped his wet chin with the back of his wrist, sitting upright on his knees between her thighs to look down at her.
Mirela lay completely limp in the furs.
Her chest was heaving rapidly, her pale skin was covered in a fine glistening sheen of sweat that caught the orange firelight and her striking blue eyes were totally unfocused, glazed over and staring blankly up at the glowing white runes carved into the towering ceiling as she desperately tried to remember how to breathe.
"Haah... haah..." she panted with her dark tail twitching weakly against the edge of the bed. "You... you didn’t have to do all that..."
"I wanted to," Klaus said simply.
He didn’t wait for her to recover. Klaus reached down, his hands finding the heavy iron buckle of his leather weapon belt at his waist.
He unbuckled it, tossing it aside, before shoving his remaining dark trousers down his muscular thighs.
He kicked the heavy boots and pants aside onto the stone floor until he was completely naked, kneeling proudly beside her in the dim light.
As the dark fabric fell away, his thick length sprang completely free.
It was massive, thick, and completely rigid with arousal.
’Haah... I’m even bigger than when I did it with Taula.’
Mirela blinked her hazy blue eyes, forcing her head up slightly to look down at his lap.
Her breath caught hard in her throat all over again and her eyes widened slightly at his genuinely intimidating size.
’Is this what Master is going to give to the other girls once we get home?’ Mirela thought with her lips trembling.
Despite her exhaustion from the intense overwhelming oral climax he had just forced out of her, her fierce devotion kicked right back in.
She had promised him everything. She didn’t want him doing all the work while she just lay there like a useless doll...
Mirela pushed herself up onto her trembling elbows.
Her long silver hair fell messily over her bare shoulders, framing her heavy breasts as she reached out with both hands.
She gripped his narrow, muscular waist, pulling herself forward off the pillows until she was sitting up.
"Let me," Mirela whispered softly, her blue eyes looking up into his glowing silver ones. "Let me make you feel good too, Master."
Before Klaus could answer, she shifted her weight down between his spread knees.
"I’ve never seen something like this before but I’m glad that yours is the first one I’m seeing Master."
She lowered her head toward his lap with her breath washing hot over his rigid shaft.
She leaned in, parting her soft lips, and wrapped her mouth carefully around the broad thick head of his length, taking him into her mouth with a soft warm sigh.
SQUELCH!
"Fuck..."
Klaus’s head fell back, and he let out a low rough groan through his gritted teeth.
His hands immediately reached down to tangle deep into her hair as her wet, hot tongue swirled aggressively around the sensitive tip.
"Hnngh... easy, Mirela," Klaus rumbled with his hips involuntarily twitching forward against her lips.
Mirela tried her best to take more of him in. She slid her mouth further down his thick shaft with her lips stretching uncomfortably wide, while her small hand wrapped around the thick base to stroke him with her lips.
SMACK! SQUELCH! SMACK!
But reality caught up with her enthusiastic devotion almost immediately.
She was incredibly clumsy.
She had never done anything like this in her entire life before meeting him, and her jaw quickly began to ache fiercely against his heavy intimidating girth...
The sheer width of him was stretching her cheeks to their limit.
Worse still, because Klaus had undergone a complete divine restructuring upon claiming the Soul King mantle, his physical stamina was currently sitting at an astronomical level.
He wasn’t a simple mortal man anymore... He felt like a column of solid burning iron beneath her soft lips, completely unfazed by the simple clumsy surface friction she was providing.
After four minutes of her struggling... her flushed cheeks puffing out comically as she awkwardly tried to figure out how to bob her head without scraping him painfully with her teeth or straining her tight throat, her jaw cramped violently.
"Mmph!" She let out a frustrated, muffled little whine around his shaft.
POP!
She pulled off with a loud wet sound, pausing to rest her hot cheek heavily against his muscular thigh.
Mirela closed her eyes, trying to massage her cramping hinge with her trembling fingers, looking defeated.
Klaus looked down at her flushed, deeply frustrated face, his heart twisting with genuine affection.
He let out a warm chuckle that vibrated in his chest. He reached down with his large hands sliding under her arms to gently lift her head away from his lap.
"Hey. Stop," Klaus murmured softly.
He pulled her up by the armpits until she was kneeling on the furs directly across from him.
He reached up and cupped her face with both hands with his thumbs gently rubbing over her aching jawline, wiping a stray drop of saliva from the corner of her lips.
"You don’t have to break your face trying to prove a point, Mirela," Klaus told her, his silver eyes completely warm. "You did great."
"I didn’t even bring you close," she pouted miserably.
She looked down at his still-rock-hard length with guilty and teary eyes. "My mouth is too small... and you feel like you don’t even have a limit at all... I wanted to make you come like you did with me."
"It’s not your fault..." Klaus smirked, leaning forward to press a quick reassuring kiss to her pouting lips. "Normal rules don’t apply so don’t worry about my stamina. Lay back down. We’re doing this properly."
Mirela didn’t argue. Her jaw still ached, and her core was throbbing with a deep needy ache that only her Master could fill.
She let him push her gently back onto the heavy fur pillows.
Mirela lay flat on her back, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs completely wide across the mattress for him.
Her dark tail swished expectantly against the bedding as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Slow at first, please?" she whispered as her voice trembled with anticipation.
She lifted her hands to rest on his heavily corded forearms as he settled his weight perfectly between her spread legs. "Let’s do Missionary Master... just look at me while you do it and don’t look away."
"I’m looking," Klaus promised, locking his glowing, piercing silver eyes directly onto hers.
He didn’t break eye contact.
He positioned himself squarely at her slick dripping entrance.
He rubbed the broad, wet head of his length slowly against her swollen folds once, dragging it up and down to coat himself entirely in her thick juices, before finally pressing forward.
When he slowly pushed the tip inside her, the change in the atmosphere inside the room was immediate.
The playful warmth of the foreplay completely evaporated.
"Mmmh~"
He entered her inch by agonizing inch, slowly stretching her tight, slick walls to accommodate his intimidating size.
Klaus felt something rip apart... this was really her first time.
Mirela let out a sharp gasp.
Her head pressed deep back into the fur pillows as her fingers instinctively clamped down incredibly hard onto Klaus’s bulging biceps with her nails digging into his skin.
"Haah! Master..." she breathed out, her whole body tensing slightly around his thick intrusion. "It feels... hnngh~ you’re so big inside me..."