"Please..." she gasped out, her voice trembling. "Please go slow. It hurts."
With excruciating slowness, Elion began to rock his hips, inch by inch sinking deeper into Mira’s welcoming heat.
The tightness was almost unbearable, but he refused to rush it, wanting to savor every second of this incredible sensation.
Pah Pah Pah.
She shut her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure, but the pain was too much.
She sobbed out, tears streaming down her cheeks as Elion began to thrust in and out of her ass, filling her up completely.
"Ahhhh!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as Elion finally bottomed out inside her ass. "You’re so deep! Oh god, I can feel you in my stomach!"
It was more intense than she had ever imagined, and she found herself moaning and gasping as waves of pleasure washed over her.
She was powerless against Elion, who seemed determined to conquer every inch of her body, both physically and mentally.
She wondered if this was what it felt like to be dominated by a man, to be used and abused, to have no control over her own body.
But despite the fear and pain, Mira couldn’t deny the exhilaration that came with being taken like this.
She felt like a wild animal, submitting to her captor’s every whim, and she was oddly grateful for it.
The rhythmic pah pah pah of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, a raw and primal soundtrack to their debauched act.
Elion fucked her tight ass relentlessly, his powerful thrusts forcing Mira’s moans to join the symphony of sound.
The air grew thick with the musky scent of sweat, sex, and pure, unadulterated arousal.
A wicked grin spread across Elion’s face as an idea struck him.
I have skills I need to try out!
With a smirk, he employed his incubus skills, and with a subtle shift, his cock elongated by another solid inch.
Bah!
Nine Inches!
"Haaaa! Whaaaa! " Mira gasped in shock, feeling the sudden, intense pressure of him filling her up even more.
Her walls stretched, and Elion could see the entrance to her ass stretch by a minuscule margin.
For Mira, the sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that she couldn’t quite comprehend.
Her body reacted instinctively, and she squirted, a powerful jet stream of her juices washing over the bed and soaking the sheets.
Her violent twitching almost caused Elion’s dick to slip out.
He held her in place firmly, his grip like iron, and increased the speed of his thrusts into her tight asshole.
Pah Pah Pah
Each pump intensified her squirt, the jet stream growing stronger and more forceful.
"Argh!"
Then, with a final, deep plunge, Elion grunted, cumming hard into her tight ass. "Fuck!" he roared, his cum rippling into her, marking her as his completely.
After a few seconds, Mira’s tremors subsided, but when Elion slipped his dick out of her ass with a wet pop and let go of her waist, she collapsed weakly to the side, still twitching.
Elion grinned wickedly as he watched Mira squirm, her body trembling with pleasure and pain.
He loved seeing her like this, helpless, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
"You liked that, don’t you?" he taunted. "You’re such a little slut."
"Huh?"
Something was wrong; he flipped her over, moving her gently onto her back.
Her breasts jiggled from the motion, and he saw that she had passed out from the sheer intensity of her orgasm.
"She’s out." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"It was that good for you, huh?" The stimulation had been too much for her delicate frame.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her legs spread wide beneath him, allowing his cum to spill out of her ass and pussy simultaneously.
The look on her face was one of utter debauchery, raw pleasure etched across every feature.
She was absolutely broken, and Elion couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, feeling a surge of pride at his handiwork.
He looked down at his little brother with a resigned expression on his face.
"How am I still hard after all that?" Yeah, he was still hard, even after cumming inside her twice.
He stared down at Mira’s limp form, a twisted sense of satisfaction swirling within him.
He had taken her, used her, and left her utterly spent.
She lay there like a discarded doll, her hair splayed across the sweat-soaked sheets, her body glistening with perspiration and his seed.
A small part of him was tempted to plug himself inside her hole again while she was unconscious.
But he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
He sighed.
He couldn’t believe he had actually stopped himself from going another round.
His cock was still rock hard, throbbing with unspent need.
He knew he could take her again and again, push her to the brink of madness and back.
But something held him back.
Maybe it was the fact that he had been harsh to her, or maybe it was the knowledge that he had already pushed Mira to her absolute limit.
Either way, he stepped back from the bed, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had done and what he could still do.
"Am I forgetting something?" Elion remembered suddenly that they still had spellcasting class.
And that they had been in this room for at least an hour. "Oh shit," he muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall.
1412hrs!
He stumbled into the bathroom, opening the shower and quickly washing himself off.
He dried off in mere seconds, rushing back into the bedroom to get dressed.
He put his pants on, slipping his stiff hardness in with a rueful look, followed by his shoes, shirt, and jacket, checking his reflection in the mirror afterwards.
It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.
He glanced at Mira’s naked, unconscious form, still sprawled on the bed, debating whether or not to wake her.
"No way she’s waking up after that," he muttered
She wouldn’t be getting up for hours.
And honestly? It wasn’t his problem.
Drawing in a slow breath, Elion turned toward the door.
With a final smirk directed at her abused body, Elion walked out, closing the door behind him.