It was bliss. It was, as he said, her reason to live.
She ended up cumming so hard that she lost consciousness, blacking out on his cock and falling limp as her face remained frozen for a moment, locked in a wide, beaming grin. Her back arched as she came once more, her body quivering, her moans clearly heard, before she fell limp. Her smile faltered, just a bit, and she was left laying on the table with a shaky smile on her soft lips.
He pulled his cock out and cum dribbled out of her well fucked cunt, slowly spilling down onto the table. He ignored it as he turned his gaze upon Natsume, who stared at him with an excited, if nervous smile.
Her eyes had been locked on him and the princess the whole time. Now she was left staring at his cock, begging that finally it was her turn. She was so desperate, bordering on falling on her knees to beg once more.
She showed some restraint just laying there, her love juices dripping down her leg. Perv chuckled. He moved closer, and he watched her eyes lingering on him.
"You're so wet, Natsume. Such a needy elf."
"N-no," she replied, more out of instinct than belief.
He chuckled, before he leaned down to capture her lips with his. He caught the slight twitch. Her body shifted away ever so slightly, as if she was avoiding his kiss. Her eyes were staring at the wall.
Peculiar, and annoying.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Natsume?"
"N-no." He raised his brow, and somewhere in his mind, he knew that she wasn't lying. Of course, there were plenty of other options. "Do you have someone you care about? Of the not so fairer sex?"
"T-there is a boy…"
"One you like?" And she nodded in reply.
If Perv Asshat was a better person, maybe knowing about her feelings for a young, probably kind, soul would have stopped him. Too bad he was, indeed, a bit of an asshat. Instead, he decided to take that love for himself, leaving the boy with nothing, but a hateful woman.
Perv leaned in, capturing her lips and feeling her muffled moans pressing against him. He kissed back, even pushing his tongue into her mouth and earning a loud moan from him once more.
Natsume trembled, though she did not pull away, nor did she even try to break the kiss. Shewas on the verge of a long fall… And he gave her a push. He broke the kiss and she was panting, shaking as she hung on every word.
"It's okay to love someone else."
"R-really?"
"Really. Still, I'm worried… When I start to fuck you, you know, impale you on my cock, most likely you will transfer those feelings to me. With each thrust into your tight, wet, cock worshiping cunt, think of me. The man who corrupted you."
The man who saved her.
"With each thrust… You just might love and respect that boy less and less. Until the only thing in which you feel for him will be hate, and… loathing," he growled.
Her eyes widened. Her mind tried to see reason in his words, but she was still uninitiated in the new reality. This wasn't the world anymore. It was his world. He ripped a hole in her pantyhose and pushed, slamming his cock into her and driving her to mewl in pleasure as the veiny shaft of his cock filled her body and drove her to squeal in bliss.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he praised Rose for knowing to leave Natsume's pantyhose in one piece for him. Such a caring, thoughtful girl.
"AHHHHH!" The screams that came from the elf were loud and euphoric. They were the screams of someone who had never known the pleasure of flesh. From someone uninitiated in desire and passion.
From someone who never truly knew what love was.
"Oh, f-fuck, kuh, kahh, fuck, fuck, mmmh!" The writer was driven to whimper, curse, and cry as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. His cock plunged into her again and again, leaving her shaking as precum coated her insides, dribbling all along her soaking wet cunt. "Haa, haa, oh, fuck!"
As for her Master, he had to admit, her elf body felt like it was built to be bred. The way her pussy convulsed around his cock, squeezing it tightly. It was different from a human's cunt. He wondered if all elves were so… breedable.
He glanced at her face, and he saw the results of his cock and pounding thrusts. Each strike was a blow to her heart, each thrust cracked at her shackles of love.
Everytime his cock slid into her, every inch was like a strike at her emotions, slowly tearing and ripping those feelings of puppy love into something more proper for a woman. His woman.
He converted her into his slave, letting his pounding thrusts help her be reborn like Rose and Alexia…
Her face was changing, becoming more and more responsive to his cock. Her screams, despite all sense, seemed to grow louder as she sang the familiar song of praise for his body.
"Y-yahhh, your cock!"
"Hmm?" He teased, reaching a hand down to knead at her tit.
She felt her tears falling down her face. She couldn't stop herself. It was almost beyond words. How did one describe the sensation of their body being rewritten by a thick, hard, girthy cock fucking her?
It was ruining her, and gods help her, she loved the feeling. "I-it's beyond wo-oooh! Wooo-rraaah, mmh! Words! I-I love it! It feels so good, Master!"
There we go.
"I love it, I love it, I-ahhh, I love your cock inside of me! More, more, please, let it ruin me! Let it turn me into a simpering, lowly whore for your cock! Let me, ahh, write fables of your glorious member, let me etch it into history itself!"
Well, the joys of fucking a writer…
"Tell me, writer, what you would say, ahh, about my cock."
"T-that it is divine," she moaned. "That it is glory. That it is, ahh, why we are women. T-to experience this pleasure, mmh, to feel the girth of your cock as it, ahhhh, plunges inside of me! T-that is why I'm alive!"
Her dirty talk became lewder and more elaborate with each thrust, just as her feelings for her first love turned to rancid hatred and bitter resentment. He kept moving his hips, pounding her body, before he felt her shake… and she came on his cock, screaming in ecstasy as her pussy juices spilled out and coated his dick, and the desk below her.
She came on his dick just like the other whores had, and he savored her lewd expression as the writer was left without words.
Before he pulled away, though, she uttered a single word. "B-Beta…"
"Excuse me?"
"M-my name. My name is, B-B, mmh, Beta."
"Hm. Interesting." He'd have to ask about the reasoning behind that secret later. For now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. Such as his own orgasm.
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