"Just relax..." Klaus rumbled softly.
He stopped his forward movement for a few agonizing seconds once he was halfway in, holding perfectly still to let her tight body adapt to the overwhelming stretch.
’She’s really tight though...’ Klaus couldn’t help but repeat it.
He leaned down with his silver hair brushing against her cheeks as he brushed his lips softly against her forehead.
"You’re taking it perfectly... Breathe for me."
She took a shaky deep breath.
"Hmm..."
When her breathing finally leveled out and he felt her internal walls soften and turn to warm melting butter around his shaft, Klaus pushed forward again.
He drove all the way in with a slow glide until his muscular pelvis pressed firmly against her soft hips, bottoming out completely against her cervix.
SQUELCH!
"Haaaaaan~"
Mirela let out a long shuddering sigh of relief at the fullness as blood flowed out.
’I have to... take it... as long as Master releases his pent up stress on me, I’ll be very happy!’
She lifted her arms, wrapping them securely around his thick neck, and hooked her bare ankles loosely behind his muscular calves, pulling him as flush against her body as physically possible.
"It hurts a bit Master but please be slow..."
True to her request, Klaus kept the pace very slow in the missionary position.
He kept his upper body supported above her on his forearms, keeping his weight off her chest.
"Mmm~ I can feel it Master~"
He never broke eye contact with her hazy eyes as his hips began to pull back and roll forward in a deliberate grinding rhythm.
Slsh... Squelch... Slsh... Squelch!
"Haah~ Master..." Mirela moaned softly.
Her head rocked slightly from side to side on the pillow with each deep thrust. "It feels... it feels so deep... you’re touching everything..."
It felt amazing, and she loved this slow sex. It felt like they were joining together forever and it only made Mirela feel even wetter.
"You feel incredible, Mirela..." Klaus growled back.
His hands slid down from the mattress to grip the soft sides of her waist and he used his grip to guide her hips upward, tilting her pelvis to perfectly meet his slow strokes.
For the first ten minutes, the rhythm stayed completely smooth and intoxicating.
"Mmmm mmm~ Master~"
They moved together in perfect harmony with the wet sounds of their connection echoing softly over the crackling embers.
’Haah... If we continue moving this slowly then I won’t be able to finish.’
As the friction mounted and as the reconstructed mana core inside Klaus’s chest began to truly heat up, keeping a slow restrained pace became impossible...
The energy inside his divine core actively demanded massive output as the beast inside the cage was rattling the bars.
The restraint completely snapped.
"Sorry Mirela..."
Klaus shifted his posture above her abruptly.
He slid his hands down from her waist, grabbing both of her bare thighs firmly with his calloused palms.
With a sudden surge of raw strength, he forcefully lifted her legs completely off the mattress.
Klaus pushed her knees up incredibly high, folding her in half until her ankles rested squarely over his broad muscled shoulders.
He folded her lower body upward to open her tight entrance to the limit, tilting her pelvis directly against his groin, exposing her core to a devastating new angle.
"Ah! Master... wait!" Mirela yelped in surprise.
The sudden shift in the angle exposed her completely, driving his thick length an entire inch deeper than before and hitting a bundle of nerves she didn’t even know she had.
"Ahn~"
Klaus didn’t wait, he didn’t hesitate either.
He leaned his heavy upper body completely forward over her folded frame with his head dropping right next to hers on the pillow.
His teeth caught the soft silver fur right at the base of her pointed goat ear.
’Hehe...’
He gently bit down on the highly sensitive cartilage as his hips suddenly pulled all the way back and slammed forward with a lot of force.
PAH!
The incredibly loud impact of his skin meeting hers rang out like a literal gunshot across the quiet stone room.
"Hnngh! Ah~" Mirela screamed out loudly, her eyes flying wide open in pure shock.
Her fingers violently dug into the thick fur blankets beside her head, tearing at the fabric.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The pace shifted instantly from a sensual loving rhythm into a pounding session.
"Ma~ Ma~ Master, you’re too rough~’
Klaus drove his hips forward with relentless power.
His calloused hands clamped incredibly hard around the soft flesh of her thighs to hold her locked perfectly in position on his shoulders, trapping her beneath his assault.
Every single time his heavy member slammed into her, bottoming out violently against her cervix, the salvaged wooden frame beneath the fur mattress groaned and creaked in noisy protest, actually beginning to slide across the obsidian floor.
PAH! PAH! PAH! CREAAAK!
"Haah~ Haah~ Master... it’s too deep!" Mirela moaned out, completely losing her mind to the pleasure. "I~ I~ I like ittttt~"
Exactly as Anya had predicted before she left, the gains of his new class weren’t just physical...
It wasn’t just skin slapping against skin.
With every single bottoming-out thrust, Klaus’s newly forged divine core pulsed like a vibrating star trapped behind his ribs.
It projected a dense amount of pure white Soul Mana straight down his thick shaft and directly into her internal pathways.
It felt like a current of literal liquid fire rushing directly into her womb.
The terrifying density of the divine energy violently expanded her mortal mana core, forcefully stretching her magical capacity in a matter of seconds.
It flushed her entire body with an intoxicating heat that made her pale skin flush a dark burning crimson from her chest all the way up to the tips of her pointed goat ears.
"Hnngh~ It burns Master~" Mirela moaned out, but it wasn’t a bad burn at all... It felt good, like she was being healed by Serra’s holy magic. "Your mana... ah~ Ah~ It’s flooding me!"
Her silver hair plastered to her sweaty forehead as her eyes rolled back.
"Look at me," Klaus commanded deep in his throat.
He didn’t want her lost in the haze. He pulled his head back from her ear, catching her delicate chin with his calloused hand and forcefully turning her face up toward his.
Mirela’s face looked amazing right now and it made Klaus wonder how many different expressions she could make with those cut lips of hers.
He captured her parted whimpering lips in a rough possessive kiss.
He swallowed her screaming moans completely, drinking down her moans without slowing thepiston-like rhythm of his hips for a single microsecond.
PAH! PAH! PAH! CREAAAK!
The heavy salvaged wooden frame of the bed shrieked in noisy protest against the obsidian floor.
Mirela wrapped her arms tightly around his broad muscled neck.
Her fingernails dug in hard, leaving small red scratches across his broad shoulder blades as she met his pounding thrusts with uncoordinated pushes of her own hips.
"Mmmm~ Ahn~"
She was completely intoxicated by the terrifying stamina driving into her as her breath broke into a continuous string of filthy helpless moans around his exploring tongue.
"Mmm~ Haah! I’m coming! Haah~ Master, I can’t hold it... I’m coming Master~" she cried out directly against his mouth as the boiling, slick friction reached an absolute fever pitch.
A few seconds later, Klaus felt her internal walls violently clamp down hard around his thick length.
Her tight boiling insides spasmed in rapid crushing contractions, milking his shaft with an intense gripping pressure that entirely shattered his own iron restraint.
Gritting his teeth, his silver eyes flashing dangerously in the dark as Klaus drove his hips forward one final crushing time.
PAH!
He let out a deep roar from the very bottom of his massive chest with his hands sliding down to hold her bare thighs clamped tight against his broad shoulders as he finished deep inside her in missionary.
SPURT!
A massive scalding flood of divine seed erupted directly into her womb. The thick burning fluid pumped into her in heavy spurts, pulsing wave after wave of concentrated life-giving Soul Mana deep into her womb.
Mirela shuddered violently beneath him with her entire body going rigidly taut as her climax detonated simultaneously with his release.
Her blue eyes rolled back slightly with her tail wrapping weakly around his muscular calf as she gasped desperately for air.
"Haah... haah... haah... Master..."
The cavernous ground floor of the Endless Tower was completely silent, save for the ragged overlapping sound of their breathing and the faint, popping crackle of the dying campfire embers.
Klaus collapsed his heavy upper body, laying flat on his back against the heavy fur pillows, staring up at the dark vaulted ceiling where the glowing white runes were slowly dimming.
’I thought I was supposed to have some kind of intense divine stamina.’ Klaus thought, how long had it been? 15 minutes? ’But I can feel the gains too.’
He didn’t feel tired at all, sure he had just came but he felt like he could keep on going... and going... and going...
Mirela was sprawled across his broad chest, her face buried deeply in the crook of his neck. Her chest heaved against him with her soft skin covered in a fine glistening sheen of sweat that reflected the dim orange light of the embers.
Her tail was draped limply over his thigh, twitching sporadically as the lingering aftershocks of her intense mana-flooded climax continued to ripple through her fried nervous system.
Normally, after an output like that, a man would be completely spent.
’Ah, for fuck’s sake...’ Klaus thought with an amazed smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. ’This class is completely broken.’
He wasn’t confident in being able to handle Mirela, Zephyra and Serra all together... but now, Klaus was most definitely confident!
His heart rate had already leveled out to a slow thudding rhythm against Mirela’s cheek.
The sweat on his skin was rapidly cooling in the cold tower draft, but his internal temperature was burning like a furnace.
The newly forged divine core sitting squarely inside his ribs was actively humming, flushing his newly reconstructed veins with a staggering supply of pure white Soul Mana.
He had just dumped a massive reservoir of raw energy directly into Mirela’s womb, and his core had already passively regenerated the entire loss.
He looked down at the demi-human maid resting heavily against him.
"Haah... haah..." Mirela panted softly, her hot, ragged breath washing over his collarbone.
She shifted her weight slightly with her bare slick thighs rubbing against his hips as she tried to get comfortable on his chest.
"My Master..."
Klaus felt the immediate involuntary response in his groin.
He hadn’t even fully softened inside her slick, dripping heat before he was rock-hard again.
His length swelled thicker and more rigid than before, pulsing against her internal walls with a demand for a second round.
He tightened his arm around her bare sweaty waist, sliding his other hand smoothly down the toned curve of her back to grip the soft yielding flesh of her behind.
Klaus gave her ass a firm possessive squeeze.
"You alive down there?" Klaus rumbled, his deep, baritone voice vibrating right through her chest.
Mirela let out a soft helpless whimper, pressing her flushed face tighter against his neck to hide.
"Hnngh~ Barely... Master, your mana... it feels like I drank a gallon of liquid fire. My whole body is buzzing from the inside out."
"That was the point," Klaus smirked lazily in the dark.
He shifted his hips upward slightly, pressing his fully engorged length deeper into her, letting her feel exactly how hard he still was against her slick dripping entrance.
"Hmph!"
Mirela gasped sharply.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the thick member pressing against her wet and incredibly sensitive folds.
She lifted her head, pushing her tangled silver hair out of her face, looking down at him in a mixture of awe and slight disbelief.
"You’re... you’re already...?" she stammered, her cheeks instantly flushing a brilliant, burning crimson.
"I told you, this body doesn’t run on normal rules anymore," Klaus said softly.
He reached up, cupping the side of her flushed face with his thumb gently brushing across her swollen, kiss-bruised lower lip.
"I really, really liked that first round, Mirela. You took it perfectly but we were taking it easy. If you don’t mind... I want to go even harder now."