’E-even harder...?’
Mirela’s breath hitched hard in her throat.
The deep possessive undertone in his voice sent a fresh electric thrill of heat straight down her spine.
The soreness throbbing between her thighs was instantaneously eclipsed by a sudden spike of greedy need to prove her devotion to her Master.
She had sworn her life to him when he was dying so she wasn’t going to back down now just because he was a little too big.
’I need Master to use all of his pent up stress on me...’ She thought as she turned to face him.
"I won’t break Master... please use me to satisfy yourself~" Mirela whispered with her eyes turning dark. "I am your maid after all, please put a baby in me Master~"
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, sliding her knees down to straddle his narrow waist.
Her breasts swayed beautifully with the movement with the sensitive peaks completely hard and glistening with his saliva in the firelight.
She looked down at him like a woman possessed.
"I promised you everything, Master," Mirela breathed out with her chest heaving. "I don’t want you to hold back... Not tonight... Not at all. I want to feel all of it."
Klaus’s glowing silver eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure about that? Because I’m not going to be gentle this time..."
"Please," she begged, leaning down to press a desperate messy wet kiss against his mouth with her tongue sliding past his lips. "Use me completely Master... Take whatever you want."
Klaus didn’t need to be told twice.
He grabbed her firmly by her narrow waist and, with a single effortless heave of his arms, flipped her completely over.
"Ah!" Mirela yelped in surprise as her back left his chest and she tumbled backward into the heavy furs.
Klaus followed her down instantly with his towering frame caging her against the mattress.
He didn’t let her scramble away.
He grabbed both of her bare ankles, pulling her knees up high and pushing her thighs wide apart to entirely expose her slick swollen dripping center.
"Looking good Mirela~"
He didn’t bother with a slow agonizing buildup this time nor did he ask if she was ready.
She was already soaking wet with her juices literally pooling on the dark furs beneath her rear.
’I would be an idiot to ask a stupid question like that at a time like this...’ Silas thought.
Klaus positioned himself squarely at her entrance with the broad slick head of his length rubbing against her folds for a fraction of a second before he drove forward in one brutal motion.
SQUELCH!
He buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out so hard his muscular member audibly slapped against her soft thighs.
"MASTER~!" Mirela shrieked at the top of her lungs with her arms buckling slightly against the mattress from the force of the entry.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Mmm~ Mmm~ Master~ Calm down~"
The second round was one of the best feelings Mirela had ever experienced... It felt like not only her body but her soul was being claimed by her Master.
Klaus stayed in missionary, but he pulled back and slammed his hips forward with terrifying speed.
"Haah~ Mmmh~ Haaarngh~ Ma~ Masstaa~"
He just drove into her with relentless devastating force. Every single time his hips collided with hers, the heavy wooden frame beneath the fur mattress groaned, screeching loudly as it was violently pushed across the polished obsidian floorboards an inch at a time.
PAH! PAH! PAH! CREAAAK! SCRAPE!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Master~ Hnnngh~!" Mirela screamed out, completely abandoning any attempt to keep her voice down.
Her face was buried deep in the fur pillows with her knuckles stark white as she gripped the edges of the mattress fabric, tearing at the seams. "Oh goddess! It’s so deep~ Haah~"
He gripped her hips tightly, holding her anchored in place so she couldn’t squirm away from the brutal assault.
The angle allowed him to bypass all her physical defenses with his thick shaft scraping directly against her deepest and most sensitive insides with every single brutal thrust.
The friction was absolutely maddening.
Her internal walls were completely soaked, slick with her own arousal and the residual fluids from their first creampie, allowing him to slide in and out of her at a furious pace.
SQUELCH! PAH! SQUELCH! PAH!
"You’re doing good..." Klaus growled, leaning his broad sweaty chest over her arched back as she thrashed.
He let go of her left hip with his heavy hand sliding up the smooth curve of her spine to wrap firmly around the back of her neck, holding her pinned down against the bed so she was forced to look up at the ceiling. "Take all of it, Mirela. Every fucking inch..."
"Yes! Yes! I’m yours!" she sobbed out blindly into the furs, tossing her head from side to side. "Haah~ Master! You’re stretching me~ It’s so good~ hnngh!"
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The deep continuous thud of his pelvis striking hers echoed through the cavernous tower but Klaus’s divine core was burning too hot to stay in one position.
The beast inside him demanded a different angle for a deeper connection.
Without slowing his hips for more than a second, Klaus grabbed her waist and forcefully hauled her upward.
"Haah? Wait... Master~" Mirela gasped in confusion as she was completely lifted off the pillows.
He didn’t let her fall.
POP!
He pulled his length completely out of her with a loud wet sound, leaving a thick string of white fluid stretching between them before it snapped.
Klaus grabbed her arms, dragging her completely to the edge of the heavy fur mattress.
He planted his boots firmly on the cold obsidian floor, standing up to his full towering height.
He pulled Mirela up with him, turning her around so her back was to his chest.
"Bend over, Mirela..." Klaus ordered, his voice brooking zero disobedience.
Mirela was entirely dizzy with her legs shaking like wet noodles, but she obeyed instantly.
She bent over at the waist, bracing her palms flat against the rough, splintered wood of the nearby salvaged supply crates.
Her silver hair fell wildly over her flushed face as she stuck her round, bare rear high into the cold air as her long tail fell to the side, completely exposing her glistening entrance to his view.
’I think I know of this position...’ Mirela thought. She had seen it in books back at Galen Town’s Library. ’It’s standing doggystyle... Haah... Master really wants to explore me completely~’
Klaus stepped right up behind her, his burning hot skin pressing against the cool sweat on her back.
He grabbed her wide hips, his thumbs digging firmly into her pale skin, and lined himself up.
Klaus plunged back inside her, sinking to the hilt in one aggressive thrust.
SQUELCH!
"Haaaaahn~!" Mirela screamed with her elbows completely giving out for a fraction of a second as her chest slammed against the wooden crates.
Klaus pulled back and slammed his hips forward, driving into her from behind with relentless force once again, gaining back his momentum easily.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The loud wet smacks of flesh striking flesh echoed in the open floor of the Endless Tower.
The impact of his thrusts was shaking the heavy wooden supply crates, rattling the iron pots and canteens resting on top of them.
"Mmm~ Ahhn~! Master~" Mirela shrieked with her voice cracking loudly.
She couldn’t keep herself upright against the assault.
She let her chest fall completely forward, pressing her flushed face against the cold wood of the crates with her hands gripping the edges desperately to keep from falling to the floor.
Klaus maintained his iron grip on her hips, anchoring her in place as he pounded her without mercy.
The angle from behind was devastating.
It allowed him to reach even deeper with his thick shaft completely filling her, dragging the slick thick moisture back and forth with a slurping sound.
"Haan~ Haan~ I’m cumming~" Mirela wasn’t sure how many times she had done it at this point, they were coming so quick that she couldn’t think about it.
PAH! SQUELCH! PAH! SQUELCH! SLAP!
Klaus swung his free right hand down hard against the soft round curve of her exposed butt cheek.
The sharp stinging impact echoed like a literal whip-crack in the silent tower, immediately leaving a bright burning red handprint blooming across her pale skin.
"HAAHN~" Mirela shrieked... a loud filthy unrestrained wail of submission and arousal.
The sudden sharp sting of pain mixed with the overwhelming feeling of him thrusting into her completely short-circuited her brain as she came yet again. "More! Please, Master! Ruin me!"
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"You like that?" Klaus taunted darkly with his thrusts accelerating into a blinding blur of impact.
SLAP!
Another heavy smack landed on her other cheek, leaving a matching red handprint.
He leaned down, pressing his sweaty chest flush against her back, burying his face in her dark hair.
His teeth caught the sensitive skin right at the nape of her neck and he bit down hard enough to leave a dark purple bruise, groaning against her skin as her wet insides convulsed wildly around his length, milking him with every thrust.
"Yes! Break me Master~" Mirela screamed, she couldn’t think about how good it felt... all Mirela could think about was more.
She reached back blindly with one hand, her fingers finding the corded muscle of his thigh.
She dug her nails in deeply as she begged him with filthy desperate words she didn’t even know she possessed.
The continuous flood of divine Soul Mana pumping into her system made every nerve ending on her skin feel hyper-sensitive, magnifying the roughness until she felt like she was physically burning alive... but it felt so good.
"Rip me apart, Master~ I’m a little bitch whose only purpose is to serve you~" She moaned with her voice cracking loudly as the supply crates rattled under the punishment. "Treat me like a toy Master~ Haah~ Do it so hard I can’t think straight! Make me permanently obsessed with you! Hnngh~ Don’t leave a single inch of me empty~"
If she could think about her words before they came out, Mirela would have blamed Serra for giving her those romance smut books to read.
PAH! PAH! PAH! CRASH!
A canteen fell off the crates, hitting the obsidian floor but neither of them cared.
The visual of the loyal beautiful demi-human maid entirely broken down, bent over a crate and begging for him to completely ruin her, shattered the very last remnants of his control.
The urge to procreate took the wheel completely.
"I’m going to fill you up," Klaus roared hoarsely, his grip on her hips tightening until his knuckles turned white.
"Masta shift it~" Mirela wailed, her hips snapping backward aggressively to meet his heavy thrusts, completely drunk on his divine power. "Shift my womb, Master~ Cream me so hard I never recover~"
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The impacts shook her entire body, sending violent jolts of electricity straight to her brain, drowning out every single rational thought she had left.
She was reduced to feeling... the burning heat of him inside her, the sting of his teeth on her neck, the heavy slap of his hand against her cheeks, and the relentless rhythm pushing her directly to the edge of climax once more but Klaus still wanted more.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her backward away from the crates, entirely pulling his length out of her with another loud POP!
"Haah~ Master~" Mirela whined, her legs buckling as the friction vanished.
Before she could collapse to the floor, he hauled her up into his massive arms, carrying her easily back to the center of the fur mattress. He threw her down onto her back.
Mirela gasped for air, looking up at him with wild tear-filled eyes as he climbed right back over her. Klaus didn’t lay her flat.
He grabbed the backs of her knees and shoved them all the way up, pushing her thighs back and folding her completely in half until her knees were pinned tightly beside her ears.
He had put her in a Mating Press...
"Hnngh~ Do it Master~"
He dropped his broad chest flush against hers, crushing her heavy breasts beneath his weight, trapping her beneath his massive frame.
He guided himself to her entrance which was now bubbling with a thick frothy white foam born from her arousal, her sweat, and his previous seed.
He drove his hips forward, burying himself so unbelievably deep that their bodies were completely locked together.
There wasn’t a millimeter of space between them.
SQUELCH!
"Masterrrrrr~" Mirela shrieked with her eyes rolling completely back into her head.
The thrust was madness... He was hitting places she didn’t even know existed~
Klaus pounded into her with short bottoming-out thrusts with his chest grinding heavily against hers.
The thick white foam pressed in around his thick shaft, lathering their connection, producing incredibly loud and filthy wet sounds with every single impact.
SQUELCH! PAH! SQUELCH! PAH!
"Mmm! Don’t hold back~ Mm~" Mirela begged, her hands desperately clawing at his shoulders, unable to move her legs at all. "Please, Master... fill it all up!"
"I’m giving you everything!" Klaus growled, his silver eyes flashing dangerously in the dark with his sweat dripping onto her collarbone.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Master~ Ahh~! Ahhh~!" Mirela’s voice pitched higher as her cries became a continuous high-pitched wail.
Her internal walls clamped down like a vice.
The friction of the thick foam, the impossibly deep angle of the mating press, and the power of his thrusts pushed her over the edge once again.
It was her biggest one yet!
The climax hit her with the force of a runaway freight train.
"Mmmmmmmmmhaaan~!" She tried to keep it down, biting her lip, but she couldn’t, so she let it all out into the cavernous tower.
Her entire body went rigidly stiff with her toes curled tightly in the air next to her ears. Her inner muscles contracted violently, spasming and squeezing his thick shaft with crushing pressure as her nervous system completely gave out.
Klaus felt the violent spasming contractions gripping his length like an iron fist.
The heat of her climax, combined with the incredibly tight folded angle, finally ended his run.
He grabbed her hips, driving into her three final times.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
With a deep roar that tore from his throat, Klaus bottomed out completely.
He unloaded deep inside her with his divine core violently contracting as he pumped wave after wave of thick scalding hot seed directly against her cervix.
The heavy creampie flooded her womb completely with the thick hot fluid overflowing and spilling out to mix with the frothy foam between their bodies, running down her thighs to stain the dark furs beneath them.
Mirela twitched violently beneath him, completely and utterly devastated.
Her mind was entirely lost to the physical and spiritual overload.
She couldn’t even speak, just letting out soft, broken pants as he continued to pump deep inside her.
Klaus slumped heavily over her with his broad chest heaving as he buried his face in her dark hair.
He didn’t pull out.
He stayed buried to the hilt, keeping her pinned in the mating press as their heartbeats slowly, finally began to synchronize in the dark.
For a long time, neither of them moved making Anya who was at where she was remove her hands from her ears.
’Are they finally done...?’ She thought, Her mother had always wanted to experience this and perhaps she would have been born this way if Ryoki didn’t exist. ’Now I can get some slee—’
PAH! PAH! PAH!
She pressed her hands against her ears once again.
’Horny rabbits...’