Chapter 299: Master’s Little Bitch [2]
Arthur’s hands came up, gripping the back of her thick, leather-clad thighs, holding her flush against his face. He parted her outer petals with the flat of his tongue, seeking the hidden depths within. The contrast in temperature was jarring—the chill of the morning air against his skin, compared to the absolute, boiling furnace of her core.
He pushed his tongue upward, finding the slick, tight barrier of her entrance. He didn’t just lick the surface; he pressed forward, his tongue penetrating the tight ring of muscle, sliding deep into her inner walls.
"FUCK!" Samantha screamed, her back arching so violently her spine popped.
Arthur explored her insides with deliberate, agonizing slowness. He curled his tongue, lapping at the ridged, scalding hot walls of her vaginal canal. The inside of her was a velvet furnace, clenching and pulsing around the intrusion of his tongue. He scooped up thick, generous mouthfuls of her cream, swallowing her essence greedily.
"Go deeper," Samantha commanded, her voice cracking as her hips began to roll aggressively against his face. "Taste my insides. Get your tongue all the way in there!"
Arthur obeyed, widening his jaw to take as much of her as humanly possible. He flattened his tongue and drove it deep, burying his nose directly into her clit.
The friction was unbelievable. Samantha wasn’t making love; she was using his face to masturbate. She banged her hips down roughly, riding his mouth with the same brutal, relentless tempo she used with her sword.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy smashing against his chin and cheeks echoed across the empty estate. Arthur was drowning in her. He could barely breathe, forced to inhale the heavy, musky scent of her arousal in short, desperate gasps through his nose whenever she lifted her hips for a fraction of a second.
But he didn’t want her to stop. The psychological degradation of being completely manhandled and face-ridden by his strict, terrifying instructor was electrifying his nervous system. His cock was a rigid, painful iron bar trapped in his pants, leaking pre-cum uncontrollably.
He shifted his focus. While his tongue remained buried deep inside her slick walls, he began to hum, vibrating his breath directly against her highly sensitive, swollen clit.
Samantha’s entire body locked up.
"Ah—! Wait—" she gasped, her iron grip on his hair tightening painfully.
Arthur didn’t stop. He dragged his tongue out of her canal and lashed it mercilessly over her clit, flicking the tender bundle of nerves with rapid, relentless precision while his hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading her wider.
"You’re... you’re doing that on purpose!" Samantha sobbed, her authoritative facade finally shattering under the sheer, overwhelming weight of pure physical ecstasy.
Her thighs began to tremble violently. The muscles in her legs spasmed, her hips jerking uncontrollably against his face.
"Arthur! I’m—fuck! I’m going to—!"
She didn’t finish the sentence.
Samantha roared, throwing her head back toward the misty sky as a devastating, full-body climax ripped through her nervous system. Her inner walls clamped down violently, spasming in rapid, rhythmic contractions.
Arthur felt the pressure building at her entrance a split second before the floodgates opened.
A sudden, violent surge of scalding hot liquid erupted from her core.
She squirted. Hard.
A thick, torrential stream of sweet, musky fluid blasted directly into Arthur’s mouth. The pressure was intense, splashing over his lips, coating his nose, and running in hot, sticky rivers down his cheeks and chin.
He didn’t pull away. He drank it. Arthur swallowed gulp after gulp of her climax, his tongue eagerly catching the overflow as she drenched his entire face in her release.
Samantha collapsed.
The strength completely left her legs. She slumped forward, her heavy, sweat-slicked chest falling against Arthur’s collarbone as she rested her full weight on top of him. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. Her thighs were still quivering, occasionally twitching as aftershocks racked her exhausted body.
Arthur lay pinned beneath her, his face completely glazed in her juices, savoring the taste of his victory.
For a long minute, the only sound in the courtyard was their heavy, intertwined breathing.
Slowly, Samantha lifted her head.
Her face was flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Her blood-red eyes were hazy with absolute pleasure, looking down at Arthur’s face. Seeing him covered in her squirt, looking up at her with those dark, hungry golden eyes, sent a fresh, sharp jolt of electricity straight to her core.
A wicked, breathless smirk curled her swollen lips.
"Good boy," Samantha praised, her voice dripping with dark, dominant satisfaction.
She dragged herself backward, her trembling knees scraping against the dirt. She slid her dripping, hypersensitive slit slowly along his chest, smearing her wetness over his jacket until she reached his belt.
Without breaking eye contact, her hands moved to his trousers. She ripped the fabric open, popping the button with careless aggression.
Arthur’s cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing violently in the cool morning air. It stood tall, a rigid monument to his pent-up lust.
Samantha licked her lips, her red eyes devouring the sight.
"Now," she whispered, her hands gripping his hips, guiding the blunt, purple head of his shaft directly to her soaked entrance. "Let’s see if your lower half is as obedient as your mouth."
She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t offer a warning.
Samantha slammed her hips down.
Arthur let out a loud, guttural groan as she sank onto him, taking his entire length to the hilt in one brutal, uncompromising thrust.
Her internal walls were scalding hot, incredibly tight, and still contracting violently from her recent orgasm. The sensation of her wet, throbbing flesh swallowing him whole was pure, mind-melting agony.
"Fuck!" Arthur gritted his teeth, his hands instantly reaching up to grab her hips.
"I told you," Samantha growled, her voice dropping into a feral, commanding bark as she leaned over him. "I set the pace."
She began to ride him right there in the ruined, dirt-filled courtyard.
Her movements weren’t gentle, and they certainly weren’t romantic. They were deep, forceful, and punishing. She bounced on his cock with relentless stamina, her heavy breasts swaying wildly beneath the open zipper of her leather suit.
Arthur bucked his hips upward, meeting her thrusts with equal aggression.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The filthy, echoing sound of their bodies violently colliding filled the empty estate.
"Is this the Blood Lotus Art?" Arthur taunted between ragged breaths, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her ass.
"Shut up and take it," Samantha snapped, her nails digging into his chest.
She leaned forward, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them. She bit down hard on his collarbone, drawing a bead of blood, asserting her absolute dominance even as she fucked him senseless.
Arthur didn’t flinch. The pain only fueled his adrenaline. The training ground had truly become a battlefield, and the war was only just beginning.
But Samantha was a master of pacing. She knew exactly when to strike, and exactly when to break the rhythm to shatter her opponent’s focus.
With a sudden, agonizingly wet pop, she lifted her hips and pulled completely off his cock.
The sudden rush of cool morning air hit his slick, throbbing shaft. The loss of heat and friction was physically painful.
Arthur let out a ragged, frustrated groan. His hips jerked upward on pure instinct, chasing her scalding heat, but he met only empty air.
"Did I say you could rest?" Samantha murmured.
She placed her hands flat against his chest and shoved hard, forcing his shoulders back down into the dirt.
She didn’t stand up. Instead, she crawled downward, her bare knees dragging slowly across his ribs. She positioned herself right between his spread thighs, looming over his aching, rigid erection.
Her blood-red eyes stared up at him. They were predatory. Unyielding.
"Your body can take a beating, Arthur," she whispered. Her hot breath fanned over his sensitive, leaking tip, sending a violent shiver straight down his spine. "Let’s see if your mind is just as durable."
She didn’t grab him. She didn’t use her hands at all.
She simply leaned in, opened her mouth, and took him.
Arthur’s vision whited out the moment her plush lips wrapped around his crown.
It wasn’t just warm. Her mouth was a suffocating, boiling furnace.
Her tongue darted out—flat, broad, and impossibly skilled. It swirled relentlessly around the sensitive ridge of his cock, mapping every swollen vein with agonizing precision. She tasted him slowly, letting him feel the exact shape and pressure of her mouth.
Then, she swallowed.
She took him deep. Past her lips, past her teeth, pushing his entire length straight down the back of her throat.
"FUCK!" Arthur roared.
His fists violently twisted into the dirt, grabbing handfuls of gravel as his back arched off the ground.
Samantha didn’t gag. She didn’t even flinch.
She used her throat muscles, clamping down on his shaft with military-grade precision. She began to pump her head in a brutal, rhythmic tempo.
Slurp. Squelch. Slurp.
The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth echoed across the empty courtyard.
She swirled her tongue around his base while simultaneously crushing the head of his cock deep within her throat. It was absolute sensory overload. Every nerve ending in his lower half was screaming.
Arthur couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. The sheer dominance she exuded, even while on her knees servicing him, was intoxicating.
He looked down. Samantha’s dark hair fell around his thighs, a beautiful, messy curtain. Saliva dripped freely from the corners of her mouth, mixing heavily with his pre-cum. It slicked his shaft, making every downward slide of her lips smoother, faster, and infinitely more devastating.
Her eyes never left his. They burned with absolute authority, staring up at him from beneath her dark lashes.
I own you, her gaze screamed.
"Master—" Arthur gritted his teeth, his voice a strained, guttural rasp. His core was tightening like a drawn bowstring. "Wait—"
She didn’t wait.
She sped up. Her head bobbed with ruthless efficiency. She was literally trying to suck the soul right out of his body.
Arthur’s control shattered. The biological override was absolute. The pressure, the heat, the wet, sloppy friction—it was too much.
"I’m cumming!" he roared, his hips bucking upward violently, seeking the absolute deepest part of her throat.
He erupted.
Thick, scalding ropes of cum blasted from his core.
Samantha pulled back just a fraction of an inch at the exact moment of his release.
His load splattered aggressively across her face. Hot, sticky white streaks hit her flushed cheeks and her chin, splashing heavily over her nose and eyelids.
She took the full, heavy force of his release without even closing her eyes, her gaze locked onto his as he painted her flawless features with his essence.
Arthur collapsed back onto the earth, panting heavily. His chest heaved as the intense, blinding euphoria slowly drained from his system, leaving his muscles weak and his mind floating in a haze of pure dopamine.
He looked down, his breathing ragged.
Samantha knelt between his legs, her face completely masked in his thick, white seed.
She didn’t look disgusted. She looked utterly triumphant.
She lifted a single, slender finger and slowly, deliberately swiped a thick glob of cum off her cheek.
She brought it to her lips.
With her eyes still locked on his, she sucked her finger clean. She swallowed heavily, an exaggerated, sultry gulping motion that made the smooth column of her throat bob.
"Delicious," Samantha purred, licking her lips slowly. "But you’re a mess."
Arthur’s cock twitched, rapidly going limp. The sheer volume of his release had completely drained his immediate stamina. The pulsing adrenaline of the battle had finally crested and broken.
He let out a long, exhausted breath, relaxing his shoulders into the dirt, preparing to sit up and catch his breath.
"Don’t move."
Arthur blinked, looking down at his master.
Samantha’s red eyes narrowed. A wicked, depraved smile curled her lips, sharp and hungry.
"No, no, boy," she whispered, her hands finally reaching out to wrap around his softening shaft. "You aren’t done yet."
Arthur’s eyes widened. "Master, I just—"
"I decide when we are done," Samantha commanded.
Her grip was firm. Possessive. She didn’t use gentleness. She stroked him with a rough, demanding rhythm. Her thumb pressed heavily into the base, forcing the blood to rush back up the shaft.
It was a torturous mix of aching, post-orgasmic sensitivity and raw, forced pleasure. Every stroke sent a jolt of electricity through his hypersensitive nerves.
"Get hard," she ordered, leaning down to nip playfully at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "I haven’t even broken a sweat yet."
Arthur gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. His body shouldn’t have been able to recover this fast. But his monstrous Vitality stats, combined with the sheer, dominating presence of the woman kneeling over him, hijacked his biology completely.
His cock surged back to life. It thickened against her palm, throbbing violently as it stood at full, aching attention once more.
Samantha laughed. A dark, throaty sound of pure, unfiltered satisfaction.
"Good boy."
She stood up.
She didn’t bother pulling him to his feet. She simply grabbed his ankles and dragged his body a few feet across the dirt, positioning him perfectly beneath her.
She turned around, presenting her back to him, and dropped onto her hands and knees.
Arthur’s breath hitched.
Her ass was phenomenal. Thick, heavy, and perfectly shaped. The smooth, sweat-slicked flesh jiggled with every subtle movement she made, the sheer density of her curves on full, glorious display.
"Get up on your knees," Samantha ordered, glancing over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with dark intent.
Arthur obeyed. He pushed himself up, perfectly lined up behind her kneeling form.
She backed up, pushing her hips backward until the wet, glistening folds of her pussy pressed directly against the blunt tip of his rock-hard shaft.
"Grab my hips," she commanded.
Arthur’s hands clamped down on her thick thighs, his thumbs digging deep into the plush, doughy flesh of her ass cheeks.
"Now," Samantha growled. "Fuck me."
Arthur drove his hips forward.
He buried his entire length deep inside her in one brutal, uncompromising thrust.
"FUCK!" Samantha screamed, her head throwing back as she absorbed the massive impact.
Arthur didn’t give her a second to recover.
He pulled back and slammed into her again.
SMACK!
The sound of his pelvis colliding with her heavy ass cheeks echoed like a gunshot across the quiet estate.
He pounded into her with ruthless, animalistic aggression.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Every time he hit her, her massive ass jiggled violently, the shockwaves rippling through her thick thighs and sending hypnotic tremors across her flawless skin. It was a filthy, mesmerizing display of raw jiggle physics. The sheer weight and bounce of her curves captivated his vision, driving his primal urges into overdrive.
"Yes!" Samantha wailed, her nails digging into the dirt as she braced herself against his onslaught. "Deeper! Ruin my fucking insides!"
Arthur tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her back to meet every single thrust, doubling the impact.
"You like that, Master?" Arthur taunted, his voice dropping into a dark, feral growl.
He released one of her hips and raised his hand high.
PAAAH!
He brought his palm down hard on her right cheek.
A bright red handprint instantly blossomed across her pale skin.
"Ahhh!" Samantha shrieked, her inner walls clamping down on his cock like a vice.
"Who’s the bitch now?" Arthur roared, raising his hand and spanking her again.
PAAAH!
"I am!" Samantha screamed, her strict commander persona completely obliterated by the sheer, unadulterated pleasure. "I’m your bitch! Fuck my tight pussy!"
The vulgar, unfiltered words pouring from the mouth of the terrifying S-Class instructor pushed Arthur completely over the edge.
He fucked her like a machine.
She was soaking wet, her juices dripping steadily onto the ground, foaming into a slick, white lather around the base of his shaft with every violent entry and exit.
"You’re stretching me so deep," Samantha moaned, her voice breaking into ragged, breathless sobs. "Arthur! I’m going to—!"
She ground her hips backward, actively seeking the maximum friction, desperate for him to hit her deepest spots.
"Don’t stop!" she ordered, her authoritative tone slipping back in for just a fraction of a second amidst the haze of lust. "Pound it into me!"
Arthur drove into her cervix with perfect, punishing rhythm.
Samantha’s body locked up tightly.
"I’m cumming!" she shrieked.
Her walls convulsed violently around his cock, squeezing him with the unrelenting force of a hydraulic press.
Arthur felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, uncontrollable and absolute.
"Take it!" he roared.
He buried himself to the absolute hilt and unleashed his second load.
Hot, thick spurts of his seed flooded her womb, pumping deep into her contracting core.
Samantha collapsed onto her stomach in the dirt, her body twitching uncontrollably as her internal muscles milked every last drop from his twitching shaft.
Arthur slumped forward, his chest heaving as he rested his heavy weight against her sweat-drenched back.
The war was over. And he had conquered the commander.
