Beast Nightmare Sexx

I held one of her breasts with my free hand, squeezing it hard, pinching the pink nipple while I continued fucking her mercilessly. Sweat ran down the valley between her breasts, dripping down her belly.

"Look at me," I growled, pulling her hair back with the hand that held her leg. "I want to see your face while I fuck you like the whore you are."

Seraphina obeyed, eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open releasing broken moans. With every hard thrust, her body slammed against the wall, the sound of wet skin against skin filling the room.

*He’s dominating me... I hate this... but I don’t want him to stop... deeper... harder...*

I sped up even more, long and brutal thrusts, my cock slamming deep inside her repeatedly. Her leg trembled in the air, the muscles of her thigh tense under my fingers. I felt her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter, but I controlled the rhythm so she wouldn’t cum yet.

"You like being treated like this, don’t you? Your sister’s fiancé... moaning like a whore in the dark kitchen," I taunted, my voice hoarse.

Seraphina bit her lip, trying to hold back a louder moan, but failed. Her whole body trembled, her pussy pulsing around me, way too wet, dripping down my balls.

*No... I’m not going to cum like this... not for him... but it feels so good... I’m going to lose my mind...*

I kept thrusting hard, holding her leg high, bending her body into the perfect position to feel every inch. Her pleasure grew with every stroke, but I kept control, prolonging the delicious torment.

Seraphina was panting, sweat running down her face, red hair stuck to her forehead, eyes glazed with unsatisfied desire. She still hadn’t cum. And I didn’t plan on letting her anytime soon.

I kept my cock buried deep inside her, feeling the desperate contractions of her pussy, while watching the aristocratic redhead’s face twisted in pleasure and frustration.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her, feeling her pussy pulse as if it didn’t want to let me go. Seraphina could barely stand, her sweaty, trembling body leaning against the marble counter. I gripped her waist firmly and guided her to the simple wooden table just past the counter — the table where the servants had their daily meals. The contrast pleased me: her, a proud noblewoman, being placed there.

I pushed her torso down. Seraphina braced her arms on the wooden surface, her ass raised toward me. The black silk nightgown was bunched around her waist, leaving her completely exposed. I grabbed her hips, rubbed the head of my cock against her wet entrance, and thrust all the way in at once.

She let out a muffled moan against the table.

I started moving with firm thrusts, feeling every hot, slippery inch around me. My hips slapped against her ass with every stroke, producing a wet sound that filled the silent kitchen. One hand held her waist, the other squeezed and spread the soft flesh, delivering slaps that left red marks.

I increased the pace, thrusting deeper and faster. Her body rocked on the table, her breasts pressed against the wood. I pulled her hair with one hand, arching her back while continuing to slam in and out with force.

Through the thoughts coming via the Sensory Link, I saw everything:

*On the servants’ table... being used like this... it’s degrading... but it’s so deep, so good... my body won’t obey...*

"You make a great meal," I growled between thrusts, my voice hoarse. "I’m enjoying serving myself with you, slut."

Seraphina moaned louder, her pussy squeezing around me. I gripped her hips with both hands and sped up, short and brutal thrusts, slamming deep repeatedly. Sweat ran down her back, hair stuck to her face. Her legs trembled, but I didn’t stop.

*He’s destroying me... I can’t hold it... go...*

I felt my orgasm rising. I thrust with everything, burying myself to the hilt. I came hard inside her, hot jets filling her up. At the same moment, Seraphina came too, her body convulsing violently on the table, a hoarse moan escaping as her pussy squeezed and milked my cock.

A bluish screen flashed in my vision:

[Vital Points +300]

Seed Bonus: Activated

Daily Mission: 4/7 Completed

The mission wasn’t complete yet, but the gain was welcome. I kept my cock inside her, feeling the last strong contractions, the mixed heat slowly dripping down her thighs. Seraphina breathed with difficulty, her limp body on the wooden table, sweat glistening on her skin.

Through the link, I still caught confused fragments of her thoughts: humiliation, residual pleasure, anger at having cum so intensely on the servants’ table.

I smiled, pulling her hair back lightly, admiring the state I had left her in. Time was still stopped outside, and I still had a lot to enjoy before releasing Paratime.

I pulled my cock out of Seraphina very slowly, feeling her pussy pulse and squeeze as if it wanted to keep me inside. She was still bent over the servants’ table, her sweaty and trembling body, breathing heavily against the rustic wood. Without giving her any rest, I grabbed her soft thighs and turned her to face me. With a firm movement, I laid her completely down on the surface of the table where the servants had their meals.

Seraphina lay stretched out there, the black silk nightgown bunched up under her back, her full breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. I grabbed her legs by the thighs and lifted them high, spreading them wide. Her body was completely exposed, her swollen pussy glistening with so much juice and previous cum.

I stood between her legs, rubbed the thick head of my cock against her hot, wet entrance, and penetrated her slowly at first, feeling every inch of her envelop me. Then I started thrusting harder, my hips slamming against her and making her body slide slightly on the wood.

"Ah... Shade..." she moaned, eyes half-closed.

The thrusts became deeper and more rhythmic. I held her legs open, one in each hand, keeping them raised while I fucked her. Her breasts bounced with every stroke, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. One of my hands moved down to squeeze a breast, pinching the nipple while I sped up the rhythm.

Through the Sensory Link, her thoughts came through clear and chaotic:

*Lying on the servants’ table... completely spread open... he’s seeing all of me... it’s humiliating... but it’s so deep, so good... my body is betraying me...*

I smiled and increased the speed, long and powerful thrusts that made her whole body tremble. The wet sound of penetration echoed in the silent kitchen. One of my hands moved down to her clit, massaging it in fast circles while I kept thrusting nonstop.

Seraphina arched her back, moaning louder, her nails scratching the wooden table. Her legs trembled in my hands. I felt her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter around me, way too wet.

Suddenly, a distant noise came from the corridor — light footsteps, perhaps a night servant walking through the mansion. Even with Paratime active, the sound put me on alert for a second. The risk of someone getting too close increased the tension. I didn’t stop. I continued fucking her hard, even more intensely, my cock driving deep while I looked toward the kitchen door.

*No... someone might come... but I can’t stop... it feels way too good... I’m going to...*

Seraphina came hard. Her entire body convulsed on the table, her pussy squeezing my cock in violent spasms. Hot jets of cum gushed around my cock, running down her thighs and dripping onto the wooden surface of the table. She moaned hoarsely, eyes rolling back in pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.

I kept my cock buried deep, feeling every strong contraction, but I held back my own orgasm. It wasn’t time yet. Her cum ran down my balls and formed small puddles on the table.

I slowed the rhythm now, deep and controlled thrusts while observing her state: sweaty, panting, legs trembling in the air, cum glistening on her thighs and on the wood. Through the link, I still caught her fragmented and confused thoughts:

*I came so much... on the servants’ table... he made me cum like this... what am I turning into...*

The noise in the corridor disappeared. I smiled, still inside her, feeling the wet heat and the last contractions. Time was still stopped outside, and I still had a lot to enjoy with the proud Seraphina Fou Holfort.

I pulled my cock out of Seraphina very slowly, feeling her hot, wet walls contracting around me, reluctant to let me go. The mixed cum dripped from her swollen pussy, running down her trembling thighs and onto the wooden surface of the servants’ table. She lay stretched out there, her sweaty body shining under the dim light, breathing fast and irregular.

Without giving her any rest, I knelt between her spread legs. I held her thighs and brought my face closer, sliding my tongue slowly along her wet slit. I licked her clit in circular motions, pressing my tongue against it, then sucked hard, sucking on her sensitive lips while shoving two fingers deep inside, curling them to stimulate her most sensitive spot. Seraphina arched her body over the table, letting out a long, hoarse moan, one hand gripping my hair tightly while her hips moved against my mouth.

I continued without stopping, alternating long licks and intense sucking, my tongue exploring every wet fold. The obscene sounds echoed in the silent kitchen, mixed with her increasingly desperate moans. Her juices ran down my chin as I sucked her clit with more intensity.