The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 41
Jaha silently screamed toward the illusion of countless hands pulling her down into the abyss called pleasure.
I never wanted this animalistic pleasure.
Not even once.
What I wanted was to remain human.
Not this beast writhing in the ecstasy given by the man who trampled me.
She hated her body heating up. She despised how her body was becoming more accustomed to this act day by day, how it responded exactly as he intended. Even though she knew it was nothing more than a chemical reaction.
I want to kill him.
I want to die.
Her vision shattered as an intense pleasure, as if her brain nerves were burning, overwhelmed her.
The Emperor, who had been relentlessly thrusting into Jaha while she struggled to breathe, also shuddered and released with a jerk of his neck.
After catching his breath for a moment, he turned Jaha onto her side without pulling out. He pulled one of her limp legs toward him, placing her heel on his shoulder, and began thrusting again, his hand caressing her soft thigh.
Being penetrated in this sideways position brought a different kind of stimulation. The unfamiliar angle caused the s***t to rub against every fold inside her, sending tingling sensations down her lower back. Each time their bodies collided, her pelvis buzzed, and raw pleasure washed over her.
“You’re sucking it in so greedily. Do you like my c**k that much?”
The Emperor laughed as he traced the outline of himself protruding from Jaha’s flat stomach. Seeing and feeling the slave filled with his member gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
“Well, most c***s wouldn’t even reach where you’re trembling, so of course you’d like being crushed like this.”
The spot about two knuckles below the tip when fully inserted. He pressed it gently with his thumb while rubbing the same spot inside with his member. The slave’s body jerked in response.
“Hng!”
“You’ll never be satisfied with anything else. Once you’ve tasted a c**k that fills you up like this, nothing else will do.”
He stroked her thigh, slick with arousal, as if brainwashing her.
“You’d feel empty if it didn’t stretch you this much or go this deep, wouldn’t you?”
*Your body has already been tamed by this c**k.*
With that, he began thrusting mercilessly, using the full force of his hips.
“Ah! Ngh… ah.”
Moaning, Jaha wondered how any human could have so much energy. The word “virile” must have been created for this man. No matter how many times he did it, his speed never slowed, nor did his strength wane until the very end.
Their encounters always ended for one of two reasons: either Jaha lost consciousness, or he ran out of time.
He was even more relentless than a machine. At least a machine would run out of battery or break down.
“Ah! Ngh, ah…!”
Before the aftermath of her climax could fade, the heavy s***t began ruthlessly pounding her sensitive spot again. Jaha’s body, already primed, quickly heated up once more. Tears streamed down her face from the overwhelming pleasure.
Just as she thought she wanted it even harder, the weighty s***t slammed into her, the raised veins scraping against that spot as if answering her unspoken plea.
“Hah! Ahh!”
It pulled out only to thrust back in, rough and relentless. Her body trembled on its own, overcome with pleasure.
Again, again…
Just as Jaha was preparing to embrace the approaching wave of ecstasy, the Emperor, as if lying, stopped his hips.
At that moment, what dominated Jaha’s mind wasn’t relief or confusion—it was resentment.
Why? Why did you stop? Just a little more and…!
Simultaneously, shock and intense self-loathing struck her.
What was I just thinking?
This can’t be. How… how could I… without going insane?
Even as her mind reeled, her body trembled, craving the pleasure it had been denied. Like an addict suddenly deprived of their drug, like a child whose candy had been snatched away.
Then, the Emperor’s voice reached her.
“Should I push deeper?”
She could feel the throbbing pulse of the hard member still buried inside her.
His large hand traced her stomach—more precisely, the outline of the s***t protruding from within her—as he added,
“I’ll aim right at the spot you feel the most, pull out until only the tip remains, and then slam it back in all at once. I guarantee it’ll feel so good your eyes will roll back. You’ll come harder than any prostitute, squirting like a fountain.”
Jaha knew the sensation he was describing better than anyone. It was a pleasure etched into her body, experienced so many times she had lost count.
