[Exclusive] TIS 1328.1 R18 Beach Episode (3). I Will Show You Worthy
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.1 R18 Beach Episode (3). I Will Show You Worthy
I made her feel every inch.
Every second.
Because I wasn’t punishing her.
I was claiming her.
Her voice broke as I gripped her hips and rocked into her deeper, harder.
She moaned my name again.
Louder this time.
“Say it,” I growled.
“M—Master…” she broke the role.
“No. My name.”
She sobbed. “Please…”
“Say. My. Name.”
“Damian!”
The way she screamed it…
I snapped my hips harder.
She came instantly, clenching tight around me, her legs locking behind my back, her tails wrapping around my waist.
But I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
She tried to breathe, but I rolled her over, onto her front, pulled her ass up, and slammed in again.
She cried out.
One hand on the sheets. One pressed to her mouth.
I gripped her hips and rammed in, over and over, punishing her sweet hole with long, hard strokes that made the bed creak and her voice break.
Moaning.
Begging.
Beautiful.
Mine.
I leaned over her, breath hot on her ear.
“You’re mine,” I whispered.
She moaned something. I didn’t care what.
I pulled her up by the hair, forced her back to my chest, and thrust up into her again. Her whole body shook. Her mouth hung open. Her tails trembled.
“Again,” I growled. “Say my name.”
“Damian—!”
I slammed into her.
She screamed, and came again, body quaking, thighs trembling.
I held her there.
Fucked her through it.
Then pulled out, spun her around, and laid her on her back again.
I kissed her chest, her collarbone, her lips, her tears, her breath.
Then I slid back inside and groaned.
Her eyes were glossy. Her arms clung to me like lifelines.
“Next time you wear a crown…” I murmured, pumping slowly into her again, “remember who really rules this bed.”
She whimpered. Nodded weakly. Then moaned my name one last time.
I came deep inside her.
And she collapsed beneath me like a queen conquered.
Ting
[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]
[Your Servant’s Demonic Power is fully charged.]
Her breath hitched in little whimpers. Her body trembled, skin damp with sweat, hair tangled like she’d fought a storm and lost. Which… she had. Her lips were parted, eyes unfocused, glowing faintly with that enchanted fox-fire glow. Six tails slowly curled around her body like soft silken restraints, shivering, twitching, fluttering.
But I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
I chuckled. Quietly. But the sound came out dark.
Low.
Like it came from something that belonged in shadows. Something that had waited patiently long enough and finally decided it would wait no more.
I didn’t break the role. Not yet.
I leaned down and whispered against her temple.
“Please don’t tell me you’re finished already, my lady…”
She twitched. Her breath caught. Her chest lifted in a gasp, then sank again in soft exhaustion.
Still, her lips moved.
“More…”
My smirk widened.
She tried again. Louder.
“I want more.”
There it was.
My hand slid down her spine, slow and firm. Possessive. I pulled out of her body with deliberate cruelty. She whimpered, whined even, as if her body hated being empty again. The slick heat between us broke with a wet sound that made her thighs twitch helplessly.
I crawled forward.
Over her.
Beside her.
Then flipped her onto her stomach with one motion.
She gasped. Her hair fell over her shoulder, her tails twitching in confusion and anticipation.
I knelt in front of her, cock still hard and wet.
I tilted her chin up with two fingers, just enough for her dazed golden eyes to meet mine.
“Clean me,” I said. Calm. Stern. Every word laced with sin. “Don’t let a drop go to waste.”
My tone dropped further, colder. “Or I won’t ever f*ck you again.”
Her eyes widened.
She moved with urgency.
Her hands curled around my thighs. Her tongue, wet and warm, slid up the base of my shaft and slowly licked everything. Thorough. Worshipful. Her mouth kissed every inch, lips soft and reverent. She kissed the tip like it was sacred, her breath shaky, cheeks flushed.
She looked up at me once while doing it.
Her eyes glowed.
And I damn near lost control again.
Her mouth moved like she was making love to me with devotion. Not just lust.
And that… that made it worse.
Or better.
My hand came down and cupped her cheek. The other gripped her jaw and pinched her softly, then harder.
“Do you want more?” I asked. Low and dangerous.
Her cheeks burned. She nodded.
I didn’t let go.
“Say it.”
She whined. “Yes… I want more…”
I leaned in. My cock rested against her cheek. My breath kissed her forehead.
“Do you want this lowly butler to f*ck you again, my lady?”
She looked like her pride shattered and melted into submission.
“I do,” she whispered. “I want you. Again. Always.”
My hand tightened at her cheek, holding her there. Not to hurt. But to remind.
To make her feel it.
The truth.
The dominance.
The surrender.
“Good,” I said. “Because I’m not stopping until that crown means nothing but my name.”
She moaned softly, and her tails slowly wrapped around my waist again, this time not in pride.
But in pleading.
And I leaned in close, voice low against her ear.
“Then let me ruin you properly.”
She inhaled sharply. Her ears twitched. Her tails wrapped tighter around my waist, trying to hold me there, but it was too late.
I reached across the bed.
The whip was still lying there. Curled on the edge of the sheets like it had been waiting for me.
My fingers closed around the handle.
Foxy didn’t even see me grab it. She was too busy gasping, flushed and dazed and beautifully wrecked, trying to hold onto the moment.
But when she felt the cold leather tap against her thigh, she flinched.
Not from fear.
From awareness.
She looked up at me slowly, eyes wide, breathing quick.
My voice dropped to a growl.
“Up.”
She moved without a word. Crawled up onto all fours. Her hair clung to her back, sticking to her sweat-soaked skin. Her tails flicked behind her, half-proud, half-submissive, unsure which role she was supposed to cling to anymore.
But I didn’t wait for her to choose.
I stepped in behind her.
Ran my hand down the curve of her spine. Felt every little shiver she tried to suppress.