Chapter 17: The Second Maid Claimed
Noctlisa executed a flawless split, the heat radiating from her inner thighs mingling with the faint musk of sweat and linen, granting her Master an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy.
Jett pressed the blunt head of his cock—thicker than a lance—against her slick entrance, coating himself in nothing but her nectar. With a slow thrust he breached her tightness; the way she clenched around his crown told him he was committing all the way.
Leaning forward, he braced his arms beside her; the sheets crinkled beneath his fists and the mattress gave a dull thump as he buried himself until his hips kissed the cushion of her ass.
"Fff... ahhh... f-fuck..."
The groan tore from Noctlisa's throat as her hymen yielded, a trickle of blood sliding down his shaft. The pain burned, yet each lick of it spread molten fire through her body.
Realizing he had just taken her virginity, Jett straightened, meaning to pull out and clean her.
"K‑Keep thrustin', Master! Please, drive deeper—let your spear breach my womb!" Noctlisa cried, burying her face in the sheets.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
"Aye, Master!" she replied, her words muffled by linen.