Ethan nodded with satisfaction. Akeno-senpai was right. You have to give the subject a little hope. It keeps their spirit from breaking too early, which makes the eventual collapse so much more rewarding.
He placed Katereia on the bed, posing her in a shameful, wide-legged M-shape. With a flick of his wrist, the ropes binding her snapped and fell away.
Now free, the black beauty didn't try to run. Instead, she stayed still, her body trembling. She had realized that struggle was useless, and deep down, part of her was curious about the "dual cultivation" Ethan was famous for.
Ethan stood before her and stripped, his massive "dragon" surging forth like a rising sun—thick, veiny, and domineering.
"Leiya-chan, start by giving me a taste."
It's that big?! Katereia stared at the monstrous member. A deep flush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. But her pride as a Leviathan kept her head high.
Ethan looked at her with a half-smile. "If you don't want to cooperate, that's fine. I'll just leave."
He made a move to turn away. He knew that since she hadn't fought to the death, she didn't want to die. He didn't have enough drug to keep her suppressed forever; if she wouldn't play along, she would become a "one-time" sacrifice.
Katereia bit her lip. The heat of battle was gone; she didn't want to die in a dark room. Slowly, with an expression of profound humiliation, she lowered her head toward his lap.
Her small, pink tongue darted out, tracing the length of his shaft. Ethan's unique scent hit her senses. It's... not that bad, she thought. In fact, the musk was strangely intoxicating.
"Good. Now, take it all in."
Katereia didn't hesitate this time. Her eyes grew misty as her hot, sexy body pressed against Ethan's legs, her massive breasts squishing against his thighs. Ethan stroked her hair like she was a pet, enjoying the scent of roses wafting from her skin.
He had spent hours cleaning her while she was unconscious. She had been covered in blood and grime, and Ethan's slight germophobia wouldn't allow his captive to stay that way. It was during that "cleaning" process that he discovered her virginity remained intact.
Watching a high-and-mighty Satan-class powerhouse suckling on him so submissively made all the effort worth it. Katereia's body grew weaker as the heat spread from her chest to her extremities. Soon, she was using her hands and mouth in perfect unison to serve the "dragon."
Is she already in heat? Ethan wondered. She's acting like a character from an H-manga. If I didn't know better, I'd think I drugged her with aphrodisiacs...
He had considered using them, but Satan-class aphrodisiacs were hard to find. It turned out he didn't need them. Katereia was "ripe"—she was a Devil woman who had suppressed her desires for centuries.
"Leiya-chan, put these on." Ethan pulled out a pair of high-quality black silk stockings. Her legs were long and perfect—his favorite feature.
After clumsily pulling them on, Katereia's gaze returned to his crotch. Seeing the dragon twitch with anticipation, she reached down to stroke her own "secret garden" through the smooth silk.
She shifted her position, turning around to press her rounded, peach-like buttocks against his lap. Ethan was stunned. She wasn't just cooperating; she was desperate.
He glanced at a hidden device in the corner of the room. I hope Maria's little 'arousal' frequency emitter is working...
Ethan didn't think twice. He stroked the smooth, silk-covered mounds of her ass. He had cut a small opening in the crotch of the stockings. Through the silk, her pink, tender "flower" was pulsing, weeping nectar in a silent plea for the dragon's arrival.
Katereia arched her back, pressing her chest into the bed and lifting her ass high like a submissive bitch. She used her hands to guide the scorching, veiny head of his member against her soaking entrance.
Ethan didn't push in immediately. He just ground the head against her petals. "Leiya-chan, weren't you so arrogant before? So dominant?"
He teased her with words, but Katereia, her mana sealed and her body burning with lust, only wanted to be filled. "Ah... please... just put it in... I want it... it hurts... please..."
Finding the conditioning almost too easy, Ethan stopped teasing. Katereia shoved her hips back, and with the help of her overflowing juices, the dragon slid smoothly inside.
Ethan didn't hold back his size. The thirty-centimeter beast buried itself deep within her. Katereia let out a long, shuddering moan, but she adapted almost instantly. If it weren't for the unmistakable sensation of her barrier breaking and the streaks of red mixing with her nectar, Ethan would have thought she was a veteran "black bitch."
A surge of dark, possessive lust filled him. With this much talent and power... if I turn her into my personal pet, she'll be perfect!
Ethan's member swelled further inside her, prompting a series of delirious moans. Katereia's eyes were filled with pink hearts.
"Oh... it's so shameful... but it feels... incredible!"