Chapter 353- Please
He grabbed her breast.
Milk sprayed the wall.
His cock — ’again’, she thought, ’how is it again already’ — pressed between her ass cheeks, nudging against the tight ring that had never been touched, and the part of her that had been managing, surviving, processing, finally broke into a single clean cry.
"No— stop— please— not there— I’ve never—!"
"Don’t whine like a woman."
His voice was so calm.
"Now you are just a slave."
PAAAH!
"AAAAAHHH—!!"
Nine inches. One thrust. Virgin ring splitting open around a girth that had no business being there and was there anyway — and her whole body seized, back arching off the wall, the golden hook on her clit swaying and ’tugging’ with the arch, compounding the sensation into something that had no clean category between pain and its opposite.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"HNN~!! AAANGH~!! NOOOO—!!"
He fucked her against the wet wall until the sobs blurred together.
’I don’t know him. I don’t know this man. This is a stranger’s cock in my—’
The thought kept starting and kept being interrupted by the next thrust, and the next, and the next, each one reshaping her from the inside out the way water eventually reshapes stone, not violently but ’certainly’, with patience and repetition and no particular concern for what the stone preferred.
Her breasts slapped the tile with each impact.
Milk smeared across the cold surface in thin white arcs that the shower water pulled down in trailing lines.
He hooked both arms under her knees.
She was ’lifted’ — impaled, dripping, carried like luggage — back through the steam and out of the shower and into the cool dark of the bedroom where the ruined sheets waited, and he ’threw’ her.
The bed received her with a wet slap.
Face down. Ass up. The golden hook swaying. The collar resting heavy on her throat. Her body heaving with sobs that had run out of energy behind them, that were now just the sound of lungs doing their job.
He mounted her immediately.
Leash like reins. Hips snapping. Her face pressed into the pillow that still smelled faintly of before, of when she had still been herself, and she breathed it in with each sob as if she could find the version of herself that had been reading texts from Kenji and thinking about dumplings.
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"P-please— it hurts— I’m breaking—!!"
’I am breaking.’ Not metaphor. She could feel the line between who she had been and what she was becoming, and it was thin now, fraying at the edges, and some devastated, traitorous corner of her felt the pressure of his cock in her ass and understood with appalling clarity that her pussy was ’clenching with jealousy.’
’No. No, that is not—’
"Good. Break for me."
He came.
Deep in her bowels. Hot and flooding. Her body accepted it the way a vessel accepts water — completely, without argument.
The slap that followed cracked like a whip across both cheeks.
She fell forward into the pillow, boneless, leaking from places she had not known she could leak from, the slave mark and the clit hook glowing together in the dark like two eyes watching from her own skin.
He pulled out slowly.
She heard him exhale.
Then his voice, casual as a man checking the weather.
"System. Awaken heart bloodline. I want some sword skills."
The blue window materialized. She didn’t see it. She was staring at the pillow.
[’’Heart Bloodline Awakening... Complete.’’]
[’’Bloodline Acquired: Sword Goddess — Tier 1’’]
[’’New Passive: Eternal Sheath Resonance’’]
[’’New Active: Blade Harmony’’]
His chuckle was low, rich, entirely unhurried.
She heard it through the cotton-thick roar in her ears.
Felt his fingers in her hair — gathering it, slow, deliberate — felt the tug that lifted her face just enough to see nothing through the ruined blindfold, just the ceiling behind the cloth.
His cock pressed back into her ass.
One inch. Two. Three — and she felt her body ’accept’ it this time, felt the ring that had screamed an hour ago now simply ’yield’, because her body had learned this too, had filed it alongside every other thing it had been taught tonight against her will.
’Sword Goddess.’
The title she had trained six years for.
The bloodline she had awakened through blood and discipline and ten thousand hours of sleepless practice.
’Sword Goddess’, and she was face-down on a stranger’s sheets with his cock in her ass and his collar on her throat and his seed already cooling inside her womb.
"What a Sword Goddess."
His hips began to move again. Slow. Deep. Possessive. Each thrust reseating her completely, the leash wrapped loose around his wrist like a gentleman’s cane.
"More like a Sheath Goddess."
PAH. PAH. PAH.
"Hnn~... M... mnhh... A-aahngh~..."
Her moans now were not screams anymore. They were something worse than screams. They were the sound of a woman whose body had stopped pretending, whose throat had abandoned the vocabulary of protest and learned a softer, more honest language.
"Taking my sword inside of you, so perfectly."
Raven’s chuckle rolled low and lazy against the back of Kira’s neck, the sound vibrating straight through her spine while his cock stayed buried to the hilt in her ass.
The leash hung loose around his wrist like a forgotten riding crop, the black collar warm and snug at her throat.
He didn’t pull out. Instead he reached sideways with his free hand, fingers brushing the nightstand until they closed around the sleek black remote. A flick of his thumb and the wide television on the opposite wall blinked to life, bathing the ruined bed in shifting blue light.
He grabbed her hips with both hands, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above the golden hook still swaying from her clit. Then he started fucking her again—slow, deliberate strokes that dragged every thick inch along her stretched walls before slamming home.
PAH... PAH... PAAAH...
The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the crisp voice of the news anchor.
"...breaking reports from Manhattan. Eyewitnesses describe a strange flying being soaring over the skyline, clearly ridden by a woman. Security footage shows the figure moving at impossible speeds, leaving a trail of light—"
Kira’s moan cracked out of her, loud and broken, her pussy clenching hard around nothing while her ass fluttered and squeezed greedily around his cock. The collar tugged as he wrapped the leash once around his fist like reins on a mare, yanking her head back just enough to arch her spine deeper.
"—authorities have confirmed it is not a drone or aircraft. Superhuman activity is suspected—"
Raven’s hips never faltered. He kept plunging, long and steady, the fat head of his cock kissing the deepest part of her with every thrust. Kira’s heavy breasts swung beneath her, nipples leaking thin white streams that dripped onto the already-soaked sheets. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, the blindfold long gone and forgotten.
He casually thumbed the remote again. The channel slid to another station mid-sentence.
"—a man was seen flying at speeds exceeding any known jet. The object—clearly humanoid—breached the airspace of the neighboring country before vanishing without trace. Radar lost lock. Officials are calling it an unprecedented superhuman incursion—"
Raven sighed, the sound almost bored, as if the news were nothing more than background music for the way Kira’s ass was milking him. He leaned forward, chest pressing to her back, and slid both arms around her. His large hands cupped her breasts from below, squeezing them together roughly until the soft, leaking flesh bulged between his fingers. Milk squirted forward in twin white arcs, splattering the sheets and the edge of the pillow.
Kira gasped, a broken little sob escaping as another orgasm threatened at the edges of her overworked body.
Raven’s breath ghosted hot against her ear. "Looks like the hero summoning has already started," he murmured, voice thick with dark amusement. He pinched both nipples at once, rolling them until fresh jets of milk sprayed out. "My lady... it seems I’m going to have to go rough on you for a few more hours."
Kira’s voice came out cracked and desperate, barely more than a whimper. "Please... I beg you, don’t—my body can’t—"
The rest of the sentence shattered.
Raven slammed forward without warning, burying every inch of his cock back into her ass in one brutal thrust. The sudden plunge cut her plea in half and turned it into a raw, wailing moan that echoed off the walls.
"AAANGHH—!!"