"Now you're going to pay for your mistakes, little girl," I said, as my penis plunged even deeper into her uterus.
My hands explored Dália's perfect breasts. They were firm, round, and fit perfectly in my hands. Without giving her time to breathe, I began to move with force and a fast rhythm.
The obscene sound of my penis entering and exiting her pussy, mixed with the semen that dripped between thrusts, filled the dimly lit room.
Dália raised her arms and, with gentle movements, wrapped them around the back of my neck. Her fingers intertwined behind my head, while her feet rested on my thighs. Her abdomen arched slightly with each thrust, and I felt her pussy contracting around my member.
"Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap..."
I remembered the caresses she had given me in the bathroom, when we were in a similar position. I lowered my head towards her ears and began to nibble gently on the edges. A loud moan escaped her mouth, and her skin prickled. The tightness around my penis increased, and I felt a wave of pleasure course through my body.
Without giving her time to rest, I accelerated the pace of the thrusts and began to lick her neck. The scent of her body was subtle and delicate, with floral notes and a hint of citrus. It was elegant, sensual, and hypnotic all at once.
Dália began to help with the movement, lifting and lowering her legs, which were resting on my thighs. I tried to focus on each action:
'Smell her hair while giving a stronger thrust.'
I felt she was close to climax and pushed myself to maintain the rhythm. That's when Dália did something that surprised me.
She turned her head towards me, her warm, passionate eyes meeting mine. Her milky white skin was flushed with excitement, and her teeth lightly bit her lower lip. Her arms pulled my head closer, and with a mix of tenderness and desire, she kissed me passionately.
The world around me seemed to disappear the moment our lips touched. My heart, already racing, pounded as if it wanted to break through my chest. A shiver ran down the back of my neck, spreading in electric waves throughout my body.
Her touch was warm and soft, but charged with a raw intensity that made me hold my breath. At first, it was a timid brush, but soon our mouths adjusted, and I felt the heat of her breath mingling with mine.
My senses were on edge: the sweet taste of her lips, the velvety texture of her skin, the scent emanating from her hair. All of it enveloped me in a storm of sensations.
When her tongue met mine, a low moan escaped my throat. My body seemed to completely surrender to that moment. A deep warmth grew in my belly, and I felt like I was losing control.
I couldn't hold back any longer and, once again, released all my seed inside her. Dália moaned in pleasure as her uterus was filled, and I gave one last firm thrust, feeling the warm liquid drip between our legs.
"Aahhhh..." we moaned together.
Still unsatisfied, I quickly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed Dália by the legs and spun her towards me, so her breasts pressed against my chest. My penis was still inside her, and the liquid that escaped dirtied our legs, but we didn't care.
Savagely, I dove into her seductive lips, kissing her with fury. Our tongues intertwined in a dance of pleasure and lust. I firmly held her buttocks and began to penetrate her again, with even more vigor.
I don't know what was happening to me, but an uncontrollable beast had taken over. The sensation of my penis being sucked by her pussy was addictive. Nothing else mattered, only the now.
Dália scratched my back with her nails while sucking my neck ferociously. I reciprocated with even deeper thrusts, feeling my glans hit her soaked uterus. My tongue licked her neck, and my teeth sank into her shoulder, eliciting moans of ecstasy.
I don't know how long we stayed in that position, but at some point, I noticed Dália was trembling violently, her eyes closed, while squeezing me tighter and tighter, both with her arms and her pussy.
"Young master... Aahh... I'm going... I'm going... to cum!" she screamed in my ear.
And then, it happened. A blackout. The same sensation as the last time Dália came. It was impossible not to ejaculate with her. And the intensity was many times greater than before.
"Aahhhh... slower... young master..." said Dália, her voice trembling.
She was now on all fours, with her hands tied behind her back and her face pressed into the mattress. My hands held her neck, and I continued to penetrate her with force.
I don't know how long we had been at this wild pace, but at some point, I decided to return the favor for what she had done to me. I tied her hands, put her in a submissive position, and spanked her buttocks, which were already red.
"SLAP... SLAP... SLAP..."
At first, I thought Dália would ask me to stop, but instead, the spanking, the ties, and the deep thrusts only increased her moans of pleasure. Her body began to tremble, her mouth opened, and saliva dripped as her eyes rolled back.
I wasn't in a better state either. My penis hurt, but the mix of pain and pleasure drove me to continue. My legs trembled, and I felt the orgasm approaching. Dália's words only increased my determination.
"Don't stop!.. Don't stop... I've never... gotten there... twice..." she couldn't finish.
Dália was no novice to sex.
How could she be, being a succubus? She had always been one of Rose V. Bellator's trusted maids, tasked with important missions. Most of the time, they were quick and easy jobs, with her lady's protection. It was the perfect method to collect vital energy without complications.
But last week, Rose approached her for a job that, according to her, would change her life. Confidentiality agreements were signed, and Dália was tested for her loyalty. The mission? Train the future royal consort of the queen.
The first night was a turning point. A colossal penis, infinite stamina, and, most importantly, the inability to collect vital energy. In return, a mysterious energy spared her years of work. With her container full, Dália didn't need to worry about anything for the next year.
And then, she asked what she should do. She couldn't abandon the mission even if she wanted to; her contract didn't allow it. The only thought left to her. So it was decided.
What did she decide? Pleasure. She wanted to experience pleasure like the previous night.
Now, here she was, hands tied, being mercilessly penetrated for hours. And, for the first time, she experienced something rare for a succubus: a second orgasm.
She discovered something no one had ever told her. The second orgasm took into account the intensity of the first.
The first had been three or four times more potent than normal, thanks to Glenn's multiple ejaculations. But the second? It was four times more intense than the first, added to all the other times.
The final sensation was something unimaginable, about ten times more potent.
"Don't stop!.. Don't stop... I've never... gotten there... twice..."
Her eyes turned white, and her consciousness faded. Both Glenn and Dália passed out on the bed, with him still inside her, tangled in a mess of sweaty, exhausted bodies.
In a cold, snow-covered place, a butler entered a tower that shimmered with lightning. In the center of the tower, a man floated inside a globe of electricity, wearing light clothes.
"Master, a letter has arrived through the special channel," said the butler, with reverence.
The man opened his eyes, arched his eyebrows, and slowly descended.
"What does the message say?" he asked.
"I cannot say, master. It's in Draconic."
The man walked over to a square machine in the corner of the room. His eyes lit up as he read the message.
"Hahaha... Who would have thought?" he murmured.
"Prepare my things. I will depart for the capital."