Chapter 351- Taming the Sword
Her pussy clamped down like a locked jaw, squirting in hard, rhythmic jets that sprayed his thighs, the sheets, her own inner legs. Another orgasm pulled through her without asking permission — violent, sudden, her boobs bouncing so hard that milk sprayed her own chin.
He didn’t stop.
He ’flipped’ her.
One smooth motion — her body lifted, rotated, placed — and she was on all fours, ass up, face pressed into the ruined pillow, back arched so deep her spine curved like a drawn bow.
Doggy. Her bound wrists offered now as handles.
He grabbed both of them together — one large grip behind her — and used them like reins to ’yank’ her back onto his cock.
PAH! PAAAH! PAH!
"HIEEKK~!! NNfh~!! AHH—NGHH~!!"
Her face mashed into the pillow, moans muffled but not silenced — still loud enough to paint the walls. The slave mark on her mound had graduated from pink to a deep, burning rose, the symbol etched visibly even through the matted dark curls of her pubic hair, pulsing like a second heartbeat.
Each recoil of his hips — pulling back, then ’slamming’ — threw her heavy breasts forward, their swing so violent the flesh slapped the pillow below her before swinging back. Milk splattered the sheets. Her body jiggled ahead with each impact, every part of her in motion, nothing still.
"Kenji— TOO DEEP— I can’t—!!"
His grip tightened on her wrists.
"’Stop saying it.’" Snarled. Then, immediately, the voice softened — low, lips brushing her ear as he leaned over her curved back. "You’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. Every inch of you was made for ’this’." His hand slid around, found a swinging breast, twisted the nipple until fresh milk jetted onto his fingers. "That’s it. Milk for me."
She was sobbing. Her hips were still pushing back. She hated herself for it.
He lifted her.
’Completely.’
One arm under her bent knee, the other locked around her waist — and he ’stood’, impaling her fully, her full bodyweight driving his cock impossibly deep as she was raised into the air.
Suspended. Helpless. Legs spread obscenely wide.
She grabbed at his neck by pure reflex, arms wrapping, clinging, her body stuck to his like a koala locked onto bark — breasts smashed against his chest, milk smearing hot between their skin, his cock at full depth with gravity doing half his work for him.
He bounced her.
Up. Down. Up. ’Down.’
PAH! PAAAH! PAH!
"AANGH~!! MNH~!! HIIEEKK~!!"
Her wail tore through the room, raw and broken, the kind of sound that had no pretense left in it. She was coming out of the haze now — awareness returning in cold, sharp splinters at the edges of the drug’s warmth — but the pleasure was a wall she couldn’t see past. Her body kept betraying her, clenching around him, squirting again down his thighs, trembling with each upward bounce.
’Something’s wrong—’ The thought clawed in through the fog. ’His voice — his hands — Kenji’s hands never felt like—’
PAAAH!
The thought shattered.
He threw her on the bed.
She bounced once, legs splaying, pussy gaping and twitching in the open air, the slave mark now a vivid, hot-pink brand against her skin.
Raven knelt over her chest.
His cock in his own fist — nine inches of slick, veined, post-fucking meat, glistening with her blood and cream — stroked hard and fast, jaw tight, breath controlled.
He didn’t go inside.
With a low, guttural groan, he aimed ’up’.
Thick ropes of cum erupted across her open, gasping mouth — hot, heavy, relentless. Painting her parted lips. Flooding her tongue. Streaking across both cheeks, her chin, catching the edge of the blindfold. She swallowed before she could decide not to — a reflex, throat working — the taste hitting her like something between salt and morning bitterness, thick enough to gag on, strange enough to moan at.
He rubbed the spent head against her lips. Slow. Deliberate. The tip grazed her teeth as her lips moved weakly against it.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Swallow what I give you."
She was still gasping. Cum dripping from the corners of her mouth. Chest heaving.
"Let’s start," he said — low, unhurried, almost ’tender’ — "by marking you in a way that you enjoy."
He flipped.
One fluid reversal — his body over hers, upside-down, cock feeding straight into her open, cum-drenched mouth while his face lowered between her spread thighs.
His length — half-soft now, limp with that first release — slid past her tongue with ease, the softness allowing depth her throat wouldn’t have permitted if he were hard. He pressed until her throat bulged, until her nose was buried in the weight of him, and began rolling his hips — slow at first, using her mouth the way he’d used her pussy, with the same unhurried intention.
At the same time — his mouth sealed over her hairy, swollen pussy.
’Whole.’ His lips pressed to her folds, tongue spearing through the dark, soaked curls, sucking in the gathered mess of blood and cream and her own release with wet, unashamed sounds that filled the room from a different direction.
She ’choked’ around him.
But her hips rolled up.
His tongue moved in broad, flat strokes first — lapping from her entrance to her clit, tasting everything she’d left on the sheets, everything his cock had pulled out of her. Then it narrowed, spearing inside the stretched entrance, licking the raw inner walls.
His nose pressed against the glowing slave mark. He breathed her in.
"Mmpfhh—!! NGH~!! ’mffhhnn’—!!"
Her moans vibrated directly down his shaft. He groaned against her pussy, the sound humming into her clit, and pushed his hips forward — feeding more of himself into her throat, cock slowly thickening again, every vibration of her moan hardening him degree by degree.
He sucked her clit into his mouth. Tongue flicking in rapid, merciless strokes. Teeth grazing the swollen nub just lightly — just enough.
Her thighs ’locked’ around his head.
Her back arched off the bed.
And she squirted — hard, violent, direct — painting his face in a hot spray that streaked his cheeks, flooded his open mouth, dripped from his chin into the sheets. Her whole body convulsed, throat tightening around his cock as she screamed into him, the sound swallowed by his own flesh.
Raven chuckled.
The sound buzzed against her spent, twitching pussy lips.
He bit her clit — ’softly’ — and she twitched so hard her knee nearly caught his ear.
He lifted his face just enough, lips glistening with her, voice thick and almost amused.
"It seems we are equal."
He kept her there.
Mouth full of his slowly-hardening cock. His face buried in her soaked, trembling pussy. Her breasts rose and fell with ragged, shuddering breaths, nipples still threading slow milk down her ribs, catching in the curve of her waist.
The slave mark pulsed. Soft. Warm. ’Satisfied.’ Level One. Still only Level One.
’Kenji...’ The thought returned, fainter now — a candle at the far end of a long room. ’This isn’t you. This was never you.’
Raven pressed his hips forward. His cock swirled inside her throat the same way it had swirled inside her pussy — a small, deliberate corkscrew — and she gagged softly, tears soaking the blindfold, hips rolling upward against his mouth despite themselves.
His tongue answered. Long, slow, thorough.
"Slurpp..."
"Mmhhnn~ Ahnnn~"