SSS-Rank Pervert: Reincarnated in the World of Summoners

I changed the position.

Her dead mood with zero involvement was killing the atmosphere. So I grabbed her left leg and placed it on my shoulder. Angled myself directly at her g-spot.

And started thrusting.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

The only sounds filling this room were mine. Wet slaps of my hips meeting her soaked flesh. The leaking of her juices with every stroke. Each thrust sprinkled her arousal outward, tiny droplets scattering across the sheets.

SCHLCK. PLAP. SCHLCK. PLAP.

"Nothing?" I looked at her while pounding her royal cunt. "Not even a single gasp? Oh come on, Charlotte. I know you’re craving it. I guess that ego of yours won’t let you enjoy this lovely moment."

Silence. Just the wet percussion of my cock ruining her insides.

I pulled out. Grabbed both her feet and raised them straight up. Her lower body lifted off the bed while her back stayed flat. Hung up like a chicken on display.

I poked two fingers into her already spasming pussy.

SQUELCH.

Then pulled them out with a thick, wet pop. Her juices clung to my fingers in heavy, translucent threads. I held them above her belly and let the thick fluid drip down onto her skin in this straight-up angle.

"See? Your body is reacting to me like it’s announcing its new owner." I spread my glistening fingers apart, watching the strings stretch and snap. "Even your pussy walls are clenching my dick like they don’t want it to leave."

She hissed through her teeth. "I will remember this, Deculein. I am counting every second. Every humiliation. Every thrust."

"And what will that do?"

Before she could answer, I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it fall.

The thick, thready spit landed directly on her little pink asshole. It glistened against the tight puckered entrance, sliding inward. A natural lubricant for what was coming next.

I folded her lower half without giving her time to think. Pushed her legs back until her feet touched the bedsheet right beside her ears. Her ass was now presented to me like a dessert on a platter.

My cock head found her tight rear entrance. I circled it around the rim. Rubbing. Pressing lightly. Spreading the saliva evenly to make the path smoother.

She felt it. That little ring being topped by something far too large for its comfort. Her expression crumbled into a pleading, wide-eyed look that reminded me of a cornered puppy.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Her voice broke. "You can’t do it there. That’s..."

Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Not the response I was hunting for. Or maybe it was the most satisfying one. But I wanted screams. Moans. The sound of her composure being ripped apart completely.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

A fraction of guilt flickered through my chest. But then I looked at her face properly and all of it was replaced by anger surging through every vein.

SLAP.

My palm cracked across her ass.

"You ask why? You still don’t get what you’ve done?"

Another slap.

SLAP.

"I only play the gentleman as long as people stay within their limits. I am the nicest person to those who deserve it, in my own way. But when someone crosses a certain border, I make sure the word ruin feels too small for what follows."

I leaned closer. My face settling between her folded legs. My cock pressing against her trembling entrance.

"Remember when I was held down and thrown out by your royal guards at your mansion? Remember at that lowest moment I gave you a grin? That was a signal. Telling you that the humiliation and insult you handed me wouldn’t be answered with simple payback."

I adjusted my cock right against her tight hole.

"And this is just the beginning of your ruination. Ruining your pussy and your ass is just the appetizer."

Tears and fury battled across her face. "You will regret every action of yours. And I will make sure of it."

"How can I regret such a wonderful moment, dear?"

I pushed.

Her asshole rejected me immediately. Impossibly tight. Clenching against the intrusion with everything it had. But I wasn’t asking for permission. I forced harder and my cock head finally kissed her insides as it pushed past those crushing rings.

The burning heat hit my sensitive tip instantly. Scalding. Suffocating.

"AGHH...! NGH... FUCK...!"

There it was. Her first real scream. Ripping out of her throat raw and unfiltered. Music that no orchestra could replicate.

Her ass wasn’t welcoming me like her pussy did. But her body’s reaction made it worth every ounce of resistance.

I adjusted myself. Sat right on top of her folded form, right on her ass. A quarter of my dick buried in her back door.

Then the rampaging began.

I forced my way deeper. Slowly. Inch by agonizing inch until one powerful thrust buried me to a new depth.

PLAP.

"AAAHH...! S-STOP... IT HURTS...!"

Pain painted across every feature of her face. The slap of our flesh echoed through the room.

I giggled while thrusting more. "Hihi. See? Your body, your hole, it’s starting to appreciate my hard work."

"You disgusting..." She choked between impacts. "Pathetic... worm. Using force because no one would ever want you willingly." Tears streamed freely now. "I hate you. Leave me this instant."

I stopped mid-thrust. Let disappointment wash over my face.

"You hurt my feelings, honey. I guess I’ll just have to leave you in this pathetic condition and cancel the whole deal since you’re not enjoying my efforts."

I loosened my grip on her. Started pulling back. Rising slowly from my seated position.

"Wait..."

I paused.

"Master."

My heart raced. She was a fast learner.

"Please, master." Her voice was the furthest thing from pride I had ever heard. "Fuck me hard. Fill my asshole with your cum. My hole belongs to you. Use it however you like."

I smiled.

Pressed her back into the same butter-churning position and shoved my cock back into her spasming hole.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

The intensity doubled. Her thighs were pressing against my shoulders from the folded angle. With each thrust I was sliding closer to her face. Going for a kiss while my dick continued its destruction below.

When I reached her lips, she turned her face to the left.

Rejection.

So I kissed her neck instead. Then bit down.

"NGH...!"

She shook from the pain. Tears dripping from the sides of her eyes onto the pillow.

And then the dam broke.

"AH... AHH... AHHHN...!"

Every thrust pulled a scream from her now. Every impact drew a moan she couldn’t swallow anymore. Her neck was deep red from my teeth but not nearly as red as her ass which was getting pounded into oblivion with each passing second.

Charlotte’s arms wrapped behind me. Her nails dug into my back. Clawing. Dragging. Whether it was desperation or her only available form of revenge in this helpless state, I didn’t know.

I responded by pinching both her nipples. Hard. Sending double the pain she was dealing.

"NNGH...!"

This exchange of punishment continued. Her nails. My pinching. Her screams. My thrusts. Every second an escalation.

Until I felt the pressure building at the base. Growing fast.

I captured her mouth in a deep kiss. Refusing to let her turn away this time. My tongue invaded her. And when the pressure surged to its peak, I bit her lower lip.

"MMPH...!"

One final, brutal thrust.

The release hit me like a flood. Hot. Thick. Shooting inside her in three distinct spurts.

One.

Two.

Three.

Every thread deposited directly inside her ass.

I pulled my burning cock out slowly. Her hole clenched behind me, and for a brief second I caught a glimpse of my white cum sitting just inside before the ring snapped shut completely.

Then I released her legs.

She slammed down onto her ass and the impact forced a splatter of cum out of her ruined hole.

She lay there. Breathing heavily. Eyes closed. Her hands moved between her legs, desperately pushing out every thread of my cum. Her anus clenching and unclenching in its own effort to expel what I left behind.

I laid back on my pillow. Satisfied.

"Congratulations on sealing the deal by unsealing your holes. You are a free bird now. Congratulations again on your freedom."

She didn’t respond. Slid off the bed. Stood on shaking legs. Started collecting her clothes from the floor and wearing them in the messiest, most frantic manner possible.

"I’m leaving now." Her voice was hollow. "I did as you said."

"It’s dark outside. You should stay with me." I patted the bed. "I don’t mind sleeping next to you."

No reply.

She walked toward the exit. Or tried to. Her legs were failing her. Each step was crooked. Unsteady. Anyone who spotted her walking like that could tell she had been through something catastrophic. Like a giant orc had bypassed every defense she had.

But she made it out. The door closed behind her.

And now I was alone.

Alone with the smell of sex. The puddles of piss. The juices staining everything I owned.

’Oh gosh. How the hell am I supposed to sleep now?’