Chapter 113: Amano Yuuma's Turn (Part 3)
Yuuma's short, sharp cry instantly echoed throughout the room, streams of crystalline fluid shooting out with each thrust and withdrawal, splattering in all directions...
The sound was a symphony of wet, slapping flesh and her broken, keening wails, a testament to the brutal rhythm he was setting. Her back arched, a perfect bowstring of pleasure, her fingers clawing at the sheets for an anchor in the storm of sensation.
Having climaxed twice, the girl was completely drained, her head lolling to the side, only able to gasp for breath.
Her chest heaved, each gasp a desperate pull for air, her skin sheened with a fine layer of perspiration that made her glow in the dim light. The musky, sweet scent of their union filled the air, thick and heady.
But the dragon nestled within her valley remained as firm as ever, even harder than before.
It pulsed within her, a thick, unyielding presence that promised the torment was far from over. She could feel every throbbing vein, every slight shift as he moved, and a fresh wave of overwhelmed tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Haruto kept his eyes fixed on Yuuma's delicate face, admiring the changes in her expression before and after her climax, feeling immensely satisfied—not just physically, but psychologically as well.
He watched the way her brow, once furrowed in protest, was now smooth in shattered ecstasy. He memorized the slack, open-mouthed expression of utter defeat, a look he had painted on her face with his own body.
"Yuuma-chan, become my slave. As long as you're my slave, you can experience this kind of pleasure every day."
His voice was a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her very core, a seductive poison wrapped in the promise of endless, mind-breaking pleasure.
"Mmm..."
It was less a word and more a vibration of surrender from her ravaged throat. Her body, still clenching rhythmically around his invading length, answered for her, accepting its new master.
The fallen angel, too weak to speak, could only manage a nasal sound.
Haruto smiled faintly, withdrawing the dragon to reveal it coated in a glistening, sticky nectar that dripped steadily downward.
The sight was obscenely beautiful—his cock, glistening and wet with her essence, standing proud and thick. A string of her pearly fluid connected the tip to her thoroughly used entrance for a moment before snapping.
He lifted Yuuma, turning her body over so her upper half lay prone on the bed, her buttocks facing him.
Her limbs were limp and pliable as a doll's, offering no resistance as he manhandled her into the new position, presenting her plump, exposed rear to him like an offering.
Gazing at the plump, snow-white curves flushed with the rosy hue of climax, Haruto couldn't resist reaching out and slapping them twice—"smack," "smack"—the fleshy mounds springy to the touch.
The sharp impacts sent jolts through her exhausted frame, and the sight of his handprints blooming in red on her pale skin sent a fresh surge of heat through his veins.
Yuuma let out a languid cry of pain, seeming to anticipate Haruto's next move as she struggled weakly.
A feeble tremor ran through her legs, a pathetic attempt to clench closed, but her own body betrayed her, the swollen, pink lips of her sex glistening and parted, waiting.
"Husband... Haruto... Haru... spare me... I really can't take it anymore..."
Her pleas were slurred, drunk on pleasure and exhaustion. "Please... it's too much... I'm too sensitive..."
Unfortunately, her murmured pleas only excited Haruto further. His right hand snaked around to grip her lower abdomen, his left pressing against her smooth, pink back as he thrust his hips forward with force. With a wet "squelch," little Haruto plunged to the hilt, squeezing out the remaining sticky fluid from her valley.
The sound was loud and lewd in the quiet room. He filled her completely, the head of his cock kissing her deepest part, making her gasp and shudder as he stretched her anew.
Yuuma lay prone on the bed, utterly powerless to resist, allowing Haruto to freely enjoy her from behind...
Her face was pressed into the mattress, her muffled cries and moans harmonizing with the rhythmic, wet slaps of his hips against her tender flesh. Each powerful thrust rocked her entire body forward on the bed.
Mittelt and Kalawarna watched with racing hearts, their feelings at that moment describable only as awe.
Their own bodies burned in sympathetic response. Mittelt's small hand was already shoved into her own panties, while Kalawarna's thighs were pressed together so tightly they trembled.
Surprised by how wanton Yuuma was in bed—completely different from her usually vicious, scheming, and domineering demeanor—they also marveled at Haruto's formidable prowess.
To see their proud, ruthless leader reduced to a mewling, begging creature, taking a cock with such abandon, was the most potent aphrodisiac they had ever known.
Whether in terms of intensity, endurance, or sheer vigor, he far exceeded their expectations.
He was a machine of pleasure, a relentless force of nature. The sheer stamina required to use a woman so thoroughly and still be rock-hard was both terrifying and deeply alluring.
The fiery positions, Yuuma's unrestrained moans, and Haruto's triumphant expression... all of it stimulated their senses, making their delicate bodies grow hot and their lower regions ache with a tingling itch.
A slick, aching heat pooled between their legs. Mittelt could feel her own nectar soaking through her smallclothes, while Kalawarna's breath hitched with every one of Yuuma's choked sobs.
This vivid, sensual scene once again ignited their intense desires.
It was a primal call, an instinct to be mounted, filled, and claimed just as thoroughly. Their nipples hardened painfully against the fabric of their clothes, begging for attention.
Just as Kalawarna was watching intently, she suddenly felt a tightness between her legs, realizing someone had grabbed her. A petite figure pressed against her back, followed by a soft chuckle near her ear.
A jolt of electric sensation shot straight to her core. The sudden, intimate contact was a shock, but not an unwelcome one—not when her body was already screaming for touch.
"Warna, let's join in too... Just watching isn't satisfying enough..."
Mittelt's voice was a hot, desperate whisper against her ear. "I can't stand it... I need to be touched... and I know you do too."
The blue-haired beauty shuddered and turned to see Mittelt, her face flushed and eyes dazed, staring at her. Mittelt's fair hands were positioned—one between her own legs, the other between Kalawarna's.
The sight of Mittelt's slender fingers, now slick with moisture, pressing against the thin fabric over Kalawarna's most private area was scandalously arousing.
"Mittelt, you... let go quickly..."
"N-no... we shouldn't..." Kalawarna's protest was weak, her body leaning back into the touch instead of pulling away.
Kalawarna blushed deeply, too embarrassed to engage in such intimate acts with another woman in front of Haruto.
The shame of being seen in such a lewd act warred with the overwhelming need coiling in her belly, and the need was winning.
Seeing her companion unwilling, the adorable blonde with fangs reluctantly released her grip. Before stepping away, she deliberately gave a sharp pinch, eliciting a soft gasp from Kalawarna.
The sharp, surprising burst of pleasure-pain made Kalawarna's knees buckle. A soft, choked moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"I... I really want it..."
"I need him inside me," Mittelt whined, her voice thick with lust as she stared at Haruto's moving form. "I need to feel him stretching me open, filling me up..."
Mittelt murmured quietly, as if to herself. Gazing at Haruto's imposing and mighty member, she couldn't help but feel an unbearable restlessness. Her slender, jade-like hands caressed her own chest while kneading her moist lower region.
She pinched and pulled at her own nipples through her dress, her other hand rubbing frantic, desperate circles over her clit, her hips bucking into her own touch.
After toying with herself for a while, she turned back to the blue-haired beauty and said, "Warna, let's go cultivate again later. After all, Lady Raynare never said we could only do it once."
"He's so big... imagine him taking you after he's finished with her," Mittelt panted, her words designed to shatter Kalawarna's last remnants of resistance. "Imagine him pushing deep into your tight, untouched hole."
Mittelt's words completely stirred the hidden flames of desire within the aloof blue-haired beauty. She, too, began to pleasure herself, preparing to take over after Yuuma.
A low, shuddering sigh escaped Kalawarna as she finally gave in. Her hand slipped beneath her waistband, her fingers finding her own slick, swollen folds. She was soaked, and the first touch of her own fingers sent a jolt of pure lightning through her.
As they watched Haruto and Yuuma's dual cultivation, Mittelt and Kalawarna's breathing grew increasingly ragged. Their left hands rubbed their full breasts, while their right hands slipped between their legs, stirring and probing. Their eyes grew more intoxicated...
The room was filled with a chorus of lewd sounds: the slap of skin, Yuuma's guttural moans, and now the wet, slick sounds of two girls fingering themselves raw, their juices coating their trembling thighs.
"Lady Raynare... let me help you."
"I can't wait anymore, I need his cock!" Mittelt cried out, her patience finally snapping.
Finally, the cute, charming blonde with fangs could no longer hold back. Whispering an excuse, she made to pounce on Haruto.
She stumbled forward, driven by a hunger that eclipsed all reason, her eyes locked on the place where Haruto and Yuuma were joined.
Yuuma, who was on the verge of extracting Haruto's essence, had no intention of yielding at this critical moment.
A possessive, feral growl rumbled in Yuuma's chest. This was her prize, her moment of power, and she would not be robbed of it.
Her alluring body jolted forward with each thrust from Haruto behind her. Struggling to turn her head, her blushing face stammered out, "Mittelt... are you... trying to hinder my progress in strength?"
"You will wait your turn, you little bitch," she snarled, the command laced with both authority and the breathless strain of her impending orgasm.
The sharp tone made Mittelt freeze, and she sheepishly retreated to her original spot.
She pouted, a fresh wave of arousal soaking her at the dominant tone. She watched, frustrated and aching, her fingers diving back between her legs to quell the unbearable throb.
It seemed she would have to wait until Lady Raynare had finished her own... cultivation before she could experience it again.
The wait felt like torture. Every second was an eternity, her empty, clenching sex weeping with need, desperately craving the fullness only Haruto could provide.
Noticing that Yuuma still had the energy to speak, Haruto felt a twinge of frustration. It was indeed challenging to completely overwhelm an A-rank powerhouse.
A dark, competitive spark ignited in his eyes. He would break her completely. He would make her forget her own name, forget how to form words. He drove into her with renewed, punishing force, aiming for her very core.
After the girl reached another climax, he could no longer restrain himself. Gripping her round, perky buttocks firmly, he drove his scorching member deep into her flower path, the tip pushing past her cervix to reach the tender innermost walls.
He buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her wetness as he anchored himself inside her deepest sanctuary, a place no other had ever touched.
Splash, splash, splash—
A hot, thick flood erupted from him, jetting directly into her womb. The force of it was immense, filling her, branding her from the inside out.
Thick, milky-white essence finally erupted in a torrent.
His seed, hot and copious, pumped into her in relentless spurts, each pulse of his cock triggering a corresponding convulsion deep within her body.
"Ah~ Oh..."
A broken, continuous scream was torn from her lips as her own climax was brutally ripped from her. Her eyes rolled back, her body seizing as she was filled beyond capacity, a white trickle escaping from where they were joined.
Yuuma couldn't help trembling all over as her flower palace was instantly filled with Haruto's essence. The scorching heat stimulated her into another climax, after which she collapsed weakly onto the bed, panting incessantly.
She was a boneless, mindless wreck, his seed already leaking out of her well-used hole and dripping onto the sheets beneath her. The scent of sex and his release was overpowering.
After releasing his final burst of essence, Haruto shuddered with pleasure and slowly withdrew his slightly softened dragon from the blooming valley.
The sight of his cock, slick with both their fluids, emerging from her gaping, creamy entrance was one of absolute conquest.
Just as the fluid-coated dragon was exposed to the air, the adorable golden-haired girl with fangs pounced like a small beast, pushing him down onto the bed.
She was on him in an instant, a desperate, hungry creature, her small body vibrating with need. "My turn! It's my turn now!"
Impatiently, Mittelt buried her face between Haruto's legs, her soft little tongue performing post-coital cleanup.
She didn't just clean; she worshipped. She lapped at his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, greedily swallowing every drop of his and Yuuma's mixed essence, moaning at the taste.
As the sensitive dragon head grew cleaner within the warm mouth, Haruto lay back completely and stretched lazily.
A deep, satisfied groan rumbled in his chest. The feeling of her eager, hot mouth and the sight of her desperate submission was already bringing him back to full, rigid hardness.
While feeling the girl's lingering suction, he gently stroked her smooth golden hair with his hand.
He fisted his hand in her hair, not painfully, but possessively, guiding her head as she serviced him, his hips giving slight, involuntary thrusts into the wet heat of her mouth.
Mittelt meticulously licked the dragon, cleaning it thoroughly while striving to restore its vigor.
She took him deep, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat, but she persevered, her sky-blue eyes looking up at him with pure, unadulterated devotion.
Naturally, Haruto didn't disappoint her. Within mere minutes, the dragon that had endured three membrane-breaking battles stood firm once more.
It sprang back to life, thicker and harder than before, a veined pillar of flesh that throbbed against her tongue, demanding a tighter, wetter sheath.
With a soft "pop," Mittelt removed the dragon from her mouth, then eagerly climbed onto Haruto. Supporting the dragon with one hand, she impatiently mounted him and sank down...
She positioned the broad, slick head at her entrance, and without a moment's hesitation, she impaled herself on him in one swift, desperate motion, tearing a sharp cry from her lungs.
"Ah... Mmm?..."
"It's so deep! You're splitting me in half!" she screamed, the pain and pleasure indistinguishable as he stretched her tiny frame to its absolute limit.
The previously impregnable flower palace fell completely under this unexpected assault. Mittelt first let out a pained cry that quickly transformed into satisfied moans.
The initial searing stretch gave way to a flooding, overwhelming pleasure. Her inner walls, once tight with resistance, now fluttered and clenched around him, milking his length eagerly.
Startled by the impassioned girl, Haruto gazed at the prominent bulge on her flat abdomen and couldn't resist grabbing her slender waist to halt her movements.
He could see the outline of his own member distorting her small stomach, a visible proof of how deeply he was embedded within her. The sight was so lewd, so possessive, it stole his breath.
An incredibly tight enveloping sensation transmitted from the dragon head as the tender, youthful flower palace continuously delivered unparalleled pleasure.
Her pussy was a velvet vise, impossibly hot and tight, gripping him like a fist. Every tiny clench was a direct plea for his seed.
"This is too reckless..."
"You're too tight, Mittelt... I can't hold back if you move like that," he growled, his control fraying at the edges.
Fearing he might harm the girl, Haruto suppressed his urge for vigorous thrusting and instead began slow, grinding rotations.
He moved his hips in slow, deep circles, ensuring the head of his cock rubbed against every sensitive inch of her inner walls, stimulating her G-spot and her cervix with each deliberate rotation.
After the initial piercing pain of entry, Mittelt had already been rendered dazed by the dragon's movements. Limp and powerless, she collapsed onto Haruto, her sky-blue eyes rolling back as she faintly swayed her body in rhythm with the dragon, savoring the supreme ecstasy.
She was a doll, a vessel, completely at his mercy. A continuous stream of blissful, incoherent sounds dripped from her lips as he worked her from the inside out.
She murmured incoherently, "So... good... So... amazing..."
"You're... you're in my stomach... I can feel you everywhere... don't stop... never stop..." she babbled, her mind completely blank except for the sensation of being filled.
While waiting for the girl to adjust, Haruto's large hands continuously caressed her pale, delicate body while capturing her small mouth in a kiss.
His hands roamed everywhere, groping her small, pert breasts, pinching her stiff nipples, before sliding down to grip the cheeks of her ass, spreading her open as he plunged even deeper.
Mittelt responded enthusiastically, extending her tongue to lightly touch and play hide-and-seek with Haruto's tongue.
Their kiss was messy and wet, a tangling of tongues that mirrored the joining of their bodies below. She sucked on his tongue, imagining it was his cock, her hips beginning to move with more purpose.
Haruto softened his intensity, alternating between sucking and kissing, occasionally applying pressure with his tongue tip. Combined with his dual assault on the girl's breasts and flower stamen, her desire quickly peaked.
He was playing her body like a fine instrument, plucking every chord of pleasure until she was vibrating with the need to climax.
The rigid dragon moved gradually within the tight floral passage, its massive head rubbing against the palace entrance. The bulge on the girl's smooth abdomen appeared and disappeared rhythmically as Mittelt's inner walls gradually contracted, striving to extract Haruto's essence.
Her body was instinctively trying to suck the cum from his balls, her tight channel massaging him in rippling waves, demanding his release.
Embracing her, Haruto gradually accelerated his burning dragon's movements, sending shivers of unbearable pleasure through the girl.
The slow, deep grind became powerful, driving thrusts. The wet, slapping sounds of their union filled the room once more, faster and more frantic now.
"Mmm... Oh?..." "Don't...?" Completely weakened and unable to resist, Mittelt lay limp on Haruto, surrendering to his every whim.
"I'm... I'm going to cum! I'm going to break!" she sobbed, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure built to an unbearable peak inside her.
Without the girl's active cooperation, this position wasn't conducive to optimal performance. After thrusting for a while, Haruto flipped over and pressed Mittelt beneath him. His hardened dragon plunged deep into the flower valley, releasing his desires to the fullest while being careful not to damage the flower palace.
He covered her small body with his own, pinning her wrists above her head. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, each thrust a possessive claim, his pace becoming animalistic and raw as he chased his own release, determined to flood her innocent womb with his seed.