"The light came on," Altair said mockingly as he watched her squint her eyes.
It had been fun. Too much fun. The woman's pussy was as tight as a virgin's. She was such a loudmouth when she wasn't fully aware of what she was saying.
"Aggh!" He heard her scream when he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her. "Cough!" she coughed.
A piece of cloth came out of her mouth. Trails of saliva dripped from her mouth. Her face was a mixture of shock and embarrassment.
"How's the mixed-race cock, huh, Lady Leviathan?" That lit a fire in her eyes.
"I don't even feel—Ahhhhh!" He increased the sensations to 30 at once. Until then, he had only used up to 20.
"You were more fun when you begged me to fuck you harder," he said. She shook her head.
"I would never lower myself like that with a damn half-blood," she said. "No, no."
"Fuck me harder, please."
The recording made her eyes pop open.
"Delete that!" she roared. "What kind of fucking pervert records this?"
"Me," Altair wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.
"You fucking bastard! They should have killed you when you were a little brat," she cursed him.
"Ah, but then we would never have met," he replied, caressing her ass.
"As if I wanted to," she said, "I've only known you for hours and you've ruined my damn life," she told him.
"Is that so?" He grabbed her hair hard, and the girl stood up. "Why do you keep throwing your ass at my dick like a vulgar whore?" Only then did she stop her movements.
"Damn you!" she told him.
"We're devils, babe. We were born damned," he bent her over again. His hand pressed her head onto the bed.
He heard her bray as he increased his thrusts.
"I'm going to kill you," she whispered.
"You won't," he gritted his teeth. "God!" he said as he came inside her.
"Don't say that name," she told him.
Altair sneered inwardly. He found it unbelievable how devils suffer at the mention of God. But not him. He even began to think it was more psychological than physical.
"Ahhh!" He threw himself on the bed with a grunt of satisfaction. "You're a good tool for letting go of my stress," he told her.
"Tool?" she said.
"Do you want to cum, Leviathan?" he asked, looking at the ceiling.
"No, fuck you, you damn asshole," she said, standing up and turning her back on him, although she didn't leave; he hadn't given her permission to.
Her ass was red from the spanking he had given her. Altair remembered Akeno's ass, almost bleeding because of him.
"If you don't cum today, you'll never cum again," he said.
"You can't—"
"Touch yourself," he ordered her.
She wasn't lazy; her hand went to her pussy so easily that one would think she wanted to masturbate.
"What did you do?" Altair had taken away her touch sense this time. No matter how much she rubbed her pussy, she would never get a reaction from it.
"You should stop asking what I did; instead, ask what you can do to please me," he said. He touched his cock, it was still hard.
"I'm not going to—" she was interrupted, "idiot," he had thrown her clothes in her face.
"If you can bear never feeling the slightest drop of pleasure in your life again, get dressed," he said. She looked at him with narrowed eyes. If it had been before, Altair would be dead, but she couldn't hurt him; he was her owner.
"What do you want me to do?" The way her face wrinkled with disgust showed the bitterness she felt when she said those words.
"Ah... my cock is dirty, use your mouth to clean it," he said, approaching the edge of the bed.
She didn't answer. She just moved closer. She knelt between Altair's legs and looked at his member with a frown.
"I don't want to, it's wet from my..." she complained.
"Clean it," he said. It wasn't an order, but she obeyed.
—--
As soon as she gave the first lick, sight and touch were gone.
All that remained was the overwhelming taste. Her tongue becomes coated with a flavor that is somewhere between sweet and salty. It was no surprise, considering the sweat running down their bodies and the sweet taste of her pussy.
She had never sucked a dick before.
"How old are you?" he asked, his tone unhappy.
"Six hundred," she confessed.
"God," that damn word again. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain. But it never came. "You're terrible at giving blowjobs," he complained.
"I'm not one of your vulgar sluts. Gluck!" She was pushed onto the cock unexpectedly. She couldn't feel the hand on her head. It was as if a ghost was directing her movements.
The cock went from her mouth to her throat, where she stopped feeling it.
The idea terrified her. She didn't feel any suffocation. She could only taste the cock in her mouth, nothing else.
'Devils don't need oxygen, idiot, control yourself!' She told herself.
"Agh!" he growled.
Suddenly, she felt his cock in her mouth, hot and thick. Her throat was already burning from screaming, and being stretched by that cock didn't help at all.
"Cough!" she coughed when he pulled out of her.
Slap! Slap! Each blow of his cock went to her eyelids.
"And now go wash off the mud in Siloam Pool," Altair joked.
So Katerea went and washed and came back seeing!
"I hate you."
"Yeah, yeah," he lay down on the bed. "Here, catch it," he said, throwing a jar.
"What's this?" She couldn't find any writing on it.
—---
"Lubricant," he said. He could use a spell, but that wouldn't be as much fun. "Put it on your ass."
"You're... you're sick!" She yelled at him.
"Do it," Altair really enjoyed seeing her follow his orders.
He was conditioning her in a certain way. He mixed real orders, which she had to obey because of the contract, with fake orders, which she could ignore if she wanted to.
"It's cold," she said.
Altair continued to watch.
Her face flushed as her hand moved to her anus. Altair could tell the moment she inserted her first finger inside. The small sigh she let out gave away the process.
"I'll warm you up soon," he said.
She glared at him for his comment, not that he cared at all.
She took her time. He waited for her on the bed, lying down, his cock erect like a ship's mast.
"Stop wasting time and come here," he ordered. She sighed before moving. "Turn around," she obeyed, her ass presented to him. Her anus glistened; her pussy still had traces of semen in it. "Open your ass."
"That's undignified."
"It is." He agreed, "Do it." She took both cheeks and opened them. "Have you done it here?"
"I've never met a degenerate fucker like you!" she complained. "Ouch!" she whimpered from a spank.
"You're going to ride me. Impale yourself."
Altair heard her breathing heavily. Then she took his cock and, using her other hand, guided it to her anus. He heard her murmur, cursing someone, probably him.
"Oh, Satan!" she said when she felt the tip enter.
"I want you to describe what you feel," he ordered.
"It's... strange, I like it," she gritted her teeth, but in the end, she continued. "It feels like it's stretching me, not even my pussy felt like this. I feel Ahh! Full, very full," she continued to lower herself.
"Do you like the half-blood's cock?"
"Yes, I love it, ahh!" she confessed. Her ass was pressed entirely against Altair's pelvis. Her legs ended up spread open like a frog's. "It's big and hot. Thick and monstrous. It shouldn't be wasted on a damn low blood like you."
"The low blood is your owner," he reminded her. "You do what I ask, you spread your legs when I ask, you kill whoever I ask, even if that includes yourself," he watched as the skin on the back of Ketarea's neck got goosebumps.
"I'll find a way to—"
"You won't find anything. Even if you free yourself from me, you'll keep coming back to me, begging me to fuck you," he told her.
"Stop, stop, stop!" she begged him, losing control of her legs.
Altair had increased the pleasure to 50x. He didn't even wait for her to get used to it. He pulled out of her, her legs trembling, weak, but he still hadn't come.
"I don't think so," he manipulated her body, finally placing Ketarea's feet behind her neck, imitating a Yoganidrasana pose.
That left her ass exposed for him to explore thoroughly.
"Stop, it's too much."
"The half-breed is too much, you pureblood whore?" he said as he let her feel him completely inside her. Just for fun, he added more thickness to his cock.
"Stop!" she tried to break free.
"All the purebloods I've ever met are the same. Looking down on everyone else. But at the end of the day, they always look for a damn mestizo to teach them their damn place," his thrusts turned her into a moaning mess.
He remembered Narcissa, Cassiopeia, and the image of Lord Sitri appeared in the back of his mind with Lady Sitri at his side.
Ketarea's eyes rolled back, turning almost entirely white.
"Make me cum, you fucking Half-blood, do it," she tried to order him.
Altair activated [Asphyxiation]. The girl brought her hands to her neck. Her eyes opened wide with fear. Her pussy squeezed him so hard that he feared his cock would be crushed inside her.
For a few seconds, he saw in Ketarea's eyes the same look Violet gave him.
"That's not how you call me," he released the ability.
"Let me cum," she begged him. "Please, you fucking bastard, let me cum."
"Incorrect," he activated [Asphyxiation] again.
They entered a cycle, where she insulted him and he activated the skill.
"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose," he said to her.
"I'm not, fucking—"
"I'm going to cum, after that you won't be able to cum until I decide otherwise."
"Please! Master, let your slave cum!" The words came out so easily from her.
And from within her guts, from the core of her reproductive system, it surged forth like a dam that had been held back, a climax so intense that her body began to shake as if she were convulsing. Her moans could be mistaken for an animal roaring for food.
Her pussy gushed like a fountain. Altair felt the liquid pressure hitting his abdomen. No other woman had ever come like that with him inside her.
"Ahhh!" This time it was Altair who couldn't take all the heat and contractions in Katerea's vagina, and he ended up emptying his balls inside her as if he wanted to get her pregnant with his child.
'Fuck Lord Sitri,' he thought.
"Ah, you fell asleep," he said, looking at the devil's body on the bed, still in the shape of a pretzel. "Everything will hurt when you wake up," Altair had no reason to, but he decided to put her in a more comfortable position. "If you wake up before me, don't leave the room," he told her. She didn't need to hear it; when she woke up, she would obey his order.
[Secret mission complete...]