The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 61
Pushing the black bead back inside with his fingertip, he changed positions, seating Jaha on top of him. As her weight settled, the p***s in one hole and the a**l beads in the other drove even deeper inside.
“When your back hole is ready to become a c**t, I’ll f**k it thoroughly then. Until it’s completely open and gaping, unable to close.”
Embracing the trembling Jaha from behind, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against her ear.
“I’ll set a date and make you clearly understand that this part of you is also a c**t that rejoices when a c**k s***t enters it.”
Then, with both hands gripping Jaha’s waist, he intensified their coupling by lifting and dropping her up and down.
A person couldn’t possibly be that light, yet his movements showed no sense of weight, making Jaha feel like a paper doll.
Even as her mind was in complete disarray from the tangled pleasure, Jaha reached her climax, acutely aware of the overwhelming difference in strength between them.
As Jaha collapsed forward, he lifted her with the strength of his forearm, thrust several more times, then buried his member deep inside and released his excitement.
Pulling the ring to extract the a**l beads, her small body quivered once more.
Unlike the exhausted Jaha, the Emperor merely looked languid with satisfaction, showing no signs of fatigue.
Pulling Jaha’s body close against his chest, he closed his eyes.
Holding her still like this after their coupling brought a strange sense of fulfillment.
He wasn’t sure when he had started feeling this way.
At first, he had tried to touch only the minimum necessary parts to satisfy his lust, but as he touched various parts of her body to make her produce sounds, he found himself no longer averse to contact with this thing.
The softness of her skin unlike that of a slave, the subtle fragrance from her hair, the mixed scent of body heat and soap when he buried his nose in her slender nape, the small labored breathing.
Though he knew she wasn’t dirty since she was washed before being brought to him, he had no particular desire to touch a mere slave. The sharing of warmth should have been reserved for the one woman who would eventually appear to claim his heart. Yet upon actual contact, this slave, impressively enough, provided a different kind of tranquility distinct from the pleasure of the act.
How useful in so many ways.
If there was one flaw, it was that she seemed tense at his touch, stiffening each time with a pulsing heartbeat.
It was because she disliked it, feared it, found it repulsive—but the Emperor had no way of knowing this.
The Emperor only released Jaha after e*********g three more times.
Barely avoiding unconsciousness, Jaha left the bed and staggered toward her scattered clothes.
The Emperor lay relaxed on the bed, watching the scene. Observing the s***n flowing between her legs, he thought he should prepare a plug for next time to ensure she fully retained his seed.
Jaha tried to dress herself but seemed to lack the strength to properly lift her arms. This was a first for the Emperor to witness. He had always left first after their encounters.
He knew she had poor stamina since she often lost consciousness, but to be this helpless?
Anyone watching would think she’d been doing hard labor day and night. When all he’d done was take her five times.
Despite these spiteful thoughts, he felt somewhat uncomfortable. After all, he was responsible for reducing her to this state. Imagining her struggling alone like this each time, unable to even dress properly, didn’t sit well with him. He should instruct a maid to help dress her.
During this time, Jaha dropped her clothes. Clicking his tongue, the Emperor rose from the bed. He intended to dress her himself. But something fell from the clothes on the floor.
“What is this?”
Any objects that could harm him would be caught by detection magic circles, making it impossible to bring them into the bedroom. So it must be something trivial, but his curiosity was piqued.
The moment a soap bar bounced out from the clothes’ inner pocket, Jaha felt a chill run down her spine.
Why did I bring this all the way here?
She had been carrying it to give to Cedric but apparently forgot to remove it beforehand.
Hilale
Yes, the emperor must feel some Jealousy