SSS-Rank Pervert: Reincarnated in the World of Summoners

"No way."

Her voice was hard. Broken. The terror cracking through every syllable.

But I didn’t let her turn around. My chest stayed pressed against her back.

"No way? So you’re telling me to end all of this right here." I sighed dramatically. "Fine. But what a waste. You already gave me that lovely blowjob for nothing."

I couldn’t see her face from behind but the murderous intent radiating off her skin was thick enough to taste.

My fingers retreated from her pussy lips. Pulling back slowly.

Then she spoke. Quieter this time. Broken further.

"You... you really want me to piss right here? Right in front of you?" Her voice trembled. "Like some animal?"

"Yup."

She hissed through her teeth and started lowering herself to get into position. But my foot slid underneath her, pressing flat against her bare ass, rubbing upward and forcing her to rise again.

"Nope." I kept my voice casual. "I want to see your royal cunt splashing it out. Every drop. Every sound. I want the humiliation to soak into your bones while you’re standing on your own two feet."

Her body went rigid.

"Mark my words." Her voice was venom now. "I will pay you back tenfold for everything you’ve done."

"I’ll be waitin..."

Before I could finish teasing her, I heard it.

A faint trickling. Then the sound grew. Steady. Wet. The unmistakable hiss of liquid hitting the stone floor.

PSSSSHHHH.

I leaned my chin onto her shoulder and watched the scene unfold from up close. A stream of golden fluid poured from between her legs, splashing against the floor and pooling outward.

Her face was turned away from me. Eyes squeezed shut. But from the corners I could see the tears. Sitting right at the edge. Refusing to fall. As if even her tears had too much pride to drop for someone like me.

The golden puddle circled wider. Ruining my room. Ruining her dignity.

My hand slid downward. Fingers tracing the curve of her ass. Over her tight rear entrance. Through the wet valley between her legs until they found her other hole.

She twitched violently. The sudden jolt sent her stream spattering in every direction.

SPLSSHH.

I didn’t care. My finger found her pussy and pushed inside. Then started rubbing. Hard. Fast. Vigorously working her inner walls without a shred of mercy.

SCHLCK. SCHLCK. SCHLCK.

She was shaking now. Her thighs clamped down on my hand. Whether it was resistance or arousal, I couldn’t tell. Maybe both. Maybe she couldn’t tell either.

Her hot stream of piss sputtered and stopped as my angle shifted her hips higher. Whatever remained trickled down the front of her thighs like a small waterfall pooling at her feet.

But I didn’t stop. My fingers pumped harder. Faster. Wanting to milk a different kind of fluid from this hole. Her walls were clenching around my fingers and with each aggressive thrust I could hear the juices inside her splashing.

SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH.

"Ngh..." A sound escaped her lips. Small and Controlled. She was fighting it. Keeping her composure locked behind clenched teeth even as her body betrayed her completely.

Then I pulled my hand free. Felt the pressure of her insides resist for a moment before releasing.

My fingers came out soaked. Glistening with her arousal. The tips were pruney from the effort. A masterpiece of my craft.

Her jaw suddenly dropped backward against the top of my skull. Her legs went wild. Possessed. Twitching in directions that made no anatomical sense. Her own hand shot between her legs and started rubbing her pussy frantically.

Then came the second stream.

"Ahh... nngh...!"

Cold. Restrained. But unmistakably a moan breaking through her iron composure.

This time the color was different. The hole was different. Clear, shiny egg white fluid leaked from her pussy. And as her body convulsed through the orgasm, the thicky fluid dripped across the floor in short bursts. Splattering against the already ruined stone.

SPLSH. SPLSH. SPLSH.

"Mmph... hah..."

Another stifled sound as her body refused to stop shaking. And then as I grabbed both her tits from behind and pressed my rock hard cock against her lower back, she jolted so violently that one final stream erupted.

"Nnh...! No... not again..."

Short spurts this time. Not flowing steadily but leaking in desperate pulses from her urethra. The same golden color as before. The last of her reserves being forced out by the overwhelming sensation crashing through her nervous system.

PSSH. PSSH. PSSH.

Both streams died. The sounds faded. All that remained was the smell, the mess, and the shame painted across Charlotte’s face like a mask she could never remove.

I released her and laid back on the bed. Far from the puddle of piss and cum staining my floor.

"Oh my, Princess." I clicked my tongue. "Look what you’ve done to my room. How will I ever sleep tonight?"

Then my face hardened.

"Clean it. Right now. With your body. Or the deal is off."

She was petrified. I could feel her heartbeat stop for a moment even as her chest heaved from everything that just happened.

"What are you waiting for? Clean it with whatever you’ve got. Your body. Your hair like a mop. Or even your tongue."

She gulped. The sound was loud enough to echo. Her face carried the expression of someone who just received a death sentence.

Then I laughed.

Not a small laugh. A full, genuine, tears-forming-in-my-eyes laugh.

"Oh god. Look at you." I wiped my eyes. "You look so damn cute despite that diddy face you carry. The expression changed so fast. From cold and harsh to a scared little cat in two seconds flat."

I caught my breath.

"And do you really think I’d treat my love like that? I was joking, sweetheart."

A bare, microscopic sign of relief crossed her features.

Then it vanished.

"I can’t take it anymore, you bastard." Her voice was raw. "Stop with your filthy acts and end this already."

I grinned. "Can’t take it anymore? But we haven’t even started yet. And besides, you know exactly what you need to do to end this."

She marched toward me. Reached for my cock.

But my hand found the top of her skull first. My thumb traced across her lips. Slow.

"Look. I’ll say this one more time. You need me. Not the other way around. So at least show some respect. To me and to my dick."

My thumb pressed into her bottom lip.

"Your future depends on me. Or rather on this cock. So beg for it. Like a slave. Show me how much you’re craving to swallow my cum like the royal whore you are."

"I will kill you."

"Oh come on. Don’t tell me we’re starting from square one again. Hurry up before my mood swings."

Silence. A long, agonizing silence.

Then her voice came out. Crumbled. Broken glass dragged across stone.

"Please... please let me play with your cock, master."

The sound of those words hit different than I expected.

"Pardon?"

Her tears were falling freely now. Each word costing her something she would never get back.

"Decul... master. Please lend me your dick. So that I can witness your divine semen."

The tears streamed down her cheeks and I could feel how deeply she was cursing herself for every syllable.

"Your plea is really turning me on." I sat up. "That was far better than any moan I’ve ever encountered. So here’s a gift for making me hard again."

I rose from the bed. Slid my arms beneath her. Lifted her in a princess carry.

She was baffled. Frozen in my arms with wide confused eyes.

I placed her gently on the bed. Then positioned myself between her legs.

SLAP.

My rock hard cock smacked directly against her royal cunt. The wet impact scattered droplets of her leftover juices in every direction.

SPLAT.

Her pussy was glistening. Still drenched from everything before. And as I rubbed my cock along her outer lips, dragging the tip through her slick folds, she spoke.

"Deculein, no." Her eyes gleamed with a desperation that was almost convincing. "You can’t do it there. Use my mouth for it. Use my tits. Use my feet."

I looked down at where my cock was resting against her soaked entrance.

"But my dick won’t be satisfied if I ignore this precious spot. And it won’t let me end your misery either."

Her hands rose to shield her pussy. Hovering over the entrance like a final barrier.

Then they fell back. Resting on either side of her hips. Mock surrender.

I took it as permission.

And shoved inside.

Her pussy swallowed my cock in one stroke. Impossibly hot. The resistance was unreal despite how drenched she was. Her inner walls gripped me tight, those soft sensitive folds wrapping around every inch like they were trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time.

She twitched hard from the sudden intrusion. Her whole body jolted against the mattress.

I looked at her face before leaning in. She was avoiding my eyes. Staring at the wall. Both hands gripping the bedsheets so tight her knuckles had gone white.

I pulled back and thrusted. Rough. Deep. Burying myself to the base.

PLAP.

She didn’t moan. Didn’t scream. Just moved with the force of my hips. Her body rocking. Her tits bouncing with each impact.

Silence from her mouth. Violence from mine.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

’Let’s see how long you can hold.’