The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 67
Looking down at Jaha, her eyes glazed from the intense stimulation, he thrust his hips with deliberate slowness.
“It feels good when I stir your c**t like this, doesn’t it?”
“Nngh, hah!”
“You won’t be able to bear how good it feels to have a c**k that mercilessly spreads your hole open and widens your deepest parts. Isn’t that right?”
Her hips quivering, Jaha heard his words through a hazy consciousness. She couldn’t think properly. Her brain felt like it was melting.
“Who… who am I?
Yoo Jaha.
How old am I…?
I took the college entrance exam last year and entered university this year… so twenty years old.
But where is this…?”
“Be honest with yourself. I already know you like this.”
Jaha looked up at the man urging her.
Dazzling golden hair and a face that, though difficult to discern clearly through her blurred vision, was undeniably handsome, and those bewitchingly gleaming purple eyes.
The devil.
This man is an enchanting devil who appeared to corrupt me.
I mustn’t give in.
“If you honestly admit it, I’ll make you feel even better, so answer me.”
But the thick rod probing her deepest parts felt too electrifying. The weight pressing methodically against every part of her tingling inner walls without missing a spot was perfect. It was an irresistible temptation.
“Yes… it feels good.”
When Jaha answered with slurred speech, the devil smiled.
“Good girl. Then I’ll thrust into the places you like.”
“Ahnng!”
When the blunt tip struck some deep spot inside, her vision flashed and her toes curled.
“Or should I crush this spot instead?”
“Hngh!”
Now his member thrust in a different direction. When the rough veins violently scraped against her inner walls, pleasure shot through Jaha’s crown. The Emperor spoke while continuously changing angles.
“Tell me which spot feels good. If you let me know, I’ll give that part special attention.”
“Ah, e-everything feels good…”
Jaha couldn’t gather her thoughts. No matter where he touched, it felt so good she thought she might die. The flesh filling her completely and stretching her tightly was unbearably lovable.
“Anywhere is fine, just harder…”
“Harder? But that would hurt. What if this small, delicate c**t swells up?”
“It’s fine, hah, hurry…!”
“It seems Jaha enjoys pain.”
The Emperor withdrew his p***s teasingly before thrusting it back in with strong hip power, making a smacking sound.
When the heavy member crushed her sensitive spot like a hammer blow, spine-tingling pleasure overwhelmed her.
Observing Jaha as she trembled, unable to breathe, the Emperor smiled cruelly.
“Should I do it like this?”
Even in her half-conscious state, Jaha nodded.
“How long would I need to f**k you like this for you to be satisfied?”
“Forever. Forever…”
“If something like this keeps going in and out, your c**t will become loose. Would you still not mind?”
The Emperor asked while tracing the outline of his weapon visible on her thin belly.
Because the cream used to tame her n*****s had also been consistently applied to her lower abdomen where the marking was etched, Jaha, sensitized by the cream, found pleasure even in the hand caressing her stomach.
As Jaha moaned and nodded again, the Emperor asked once more.
“Even if it stretches to fit my c**k and can’t properly grip other c***s?”
“Mmm… doesn’t, matter…!”
Jaha was simply desperate. Whatever happened, she wanted immediate satisfaction for the itching below. Her instinct screamed that only that fearsome flesh column could resolve this abnormal heat coursing through her entire body. An insane craving rose within her.
The Emperor gritted his teeth. She was so intoxicated by the cream that she could barely pronounce words properly, speaking without a shred of reason. Yet he found it difficult to suppress his mounting excitement.
“Very well. Since you want it, I’ll make this c**t exclusively mine. I’ll take responsibility and cherish it, keeping it loosely spread and unable to close even when not filled with c**k, ensuring my seed never dries up inside.”
He pounded his member in forcefully, as if striking someone he wanted to kill.
Jaha, inflamed by the cream, gasped as if she might suffocate from pleasure beyond her tolerance. With each deep thrust of his p***s, her mind flickered as climax struck.
“Ah, ah, hwaang! Aang! Hah!”
While tormenting her passage with his oversized member, the Emperor didn’t neglect to work his fingers. With one hand, he probed her back hole while the other ceaselessly rubbed her c******s.
Jaha felt like she would go mad from the relentless waves of extreme pleasure. The overlapping orgasms were enough to break her mind.
“Remember this feeling. What pleasure my c**k gives you. What joy my fingers bestow upon you.”
