Mira cried out, her body shaking as she struggled against him. But Elion held her fast, his grip unyielding as he continued to torment her sensitive peaks.
"Look at you," he growled, his breath hot against her ear, letting go of her tits and lifting himself off on top of her.
He reached and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up onto her knees.
"!!!" Mira gasped in pain, but she didn’t resist.
Elion unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was huge, much bigger than any she’d ever seen before.
Mira pressed her arms against herself, her knuckles white. "Elion, Please...stop—"
"Stop?" His tone was almost curious.
"Did you ever stop when it was me on the floor? When everyone was laughing and you just watched?"
She shook her head, tears brimming, but words refused to come.
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a low, even rhythm. "Regret’s a luxury. Shame is an education. And I want you to learn."
"Do you know what it feels like to keep your rage alive long enough that it starts whispering back?"
She didn’t answer.
He pressed the tip against her lips. "Suck it," he commanded.
Mira hesitated for a moment, but then she opened her mouth and took him in.
She was not able to accommodate his full length, so she had to settle for just the head. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked him with her throat, her movements jerky and frantic.
"Fuck, you’re doing so good," Elion murmured, his hands roaming over her face, "But you can do better than that."
He shoved himself deeper into her throat, causing her eyes to widen.
"!!!" She tapped Elion’s thigh frantically, but he paid her no heed.
His eyes closed as he groaned in pleasure, his body relaxing as he surrendered to the sensation of being swallowed whole by her warm, tight throat.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed.
He reached out and grabbed the back of Mira’s head, holding her still as he started moving her head.
He fucked her face harder and faster, guiding her.
It was a struggle at first, her jaw stretching to accommodate his size.
She gagged with each thrust, her throat burning with the effort.
But Elion held her in place, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed deeper into her mouth.
Mira choked and retched, but she refused to let him see her weakness.
Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on taking him as deep as she could.
Her tongue flicked against his shaft, teasing and torturing him as she worked him with her mouth and throat.
Elion’s grip tightened around Mira’s hair, his fingers digging into her scalp as he guided her strokes.
His cock stretched deep into her throat, pushing further with each thrust.
"Your mouth is nice," he said, his voice low and rough with lust. "So fucking nice."
He leaned down, looking into her tear-streaked face as her eyes rolled back.
His gaze raked over her red, puffy cheeks, and he smiled slowly.
He picked up the pace, started fucking her face harder and faster until he finally exploded deep inside her throat.
"Arggggh!"
Mira choked on his cum as he pulled out of her mouth and wiped himself off on her face.
"You are so good at this. Which means you are quite experienced?" He smirked down at her as he wiped, watching her body tremble from the shame she was feeling.
Mira’s burning hatred never wavered as she watched Elion smile down at her, his evil eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction.
His cum still dribbled from the corners of her mouth, and she could taste its bitter, salty flavor.
Elion’s gaze sharpened, "Don’t waste my seed. Swallow it." Two words, but he left her no room for refusal.
She swallowed it down, her throat convulsing as if to expel the disgusting substance, but there was no escaping it.
It was inside her now, a part of her, just like he wanted.
Elion removed his pants and undergarments, revealing his towering, muscular form. Mira couldn’t help but shudder.
The marks of his abuse already covered her skin, a visible testament to his cruelty.
Her body ached, her jaw throbbed from being stretched too far, and every movement sent stinging pain through her battered flesh.
But even in her agony, she found the strength to speak, her voice low and venomous. "William is going to kill you," she spat, glaring at him with all the fury she could muster.
Elion only laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that sent chills down her spine. "I’ll worry about William when I’m done with you," he replied, his tone dripping with menace.
As if sensing her desperate attempt to summon mana, Elion grabbed her leg and unleashed a wave of sinful touch into her body.
Mira cried out, her back arching as the pleasure-pain washed over her.
The mana dissipated, leaving her weak and vulnerable once more.
"Get on all fours," Elion commanded, his voice firm and unyielding.
Reluctantly, Mira turned around, placing her hands on the bed and pushing herself up onto her knees.
"Ass up, to me."
Mira hesitated, looked back to glare at him as if that might convince him to stop things here.
Elion smiled, "Ass up." Her glare intensified, but she did as he said.
She presented her ass to him, her heart pounding with fear and humiliation.
Elion moved onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her.
She could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze boring into her exposed flesh.
"Now," he said, his breath hot against her ear, "it’s time for the main event."