Chapter 300: Knocking the back door
The mid-morning sun climbed higher, beating down relentlessly on the ruined courtyard.
The heavy, metallic scent of disrupted earth and raw sex hung thickly in the air.
Arthur lay on his back, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath. But he wasn’t drained. His monstrous Regeneration and Vitality stats were already humming beneath his skin, rapidly replenishing his energy reserves.
He could have fucked her for another twelve hours straight without breaking a sweat.
A shadow fell over his face.
He opened his eyes. Samantha stood over him.
Her sleek combat suit was torn completely open, unzipped down to her navel. She was drenched in sweat. Strands of her dark hair clung wetly to her face, her neck, and the heavy, heaving swell of her exposed breasts. Faint, drying traces of his cum were still smeared across her cheek and chin.
Below her waist, it was an absolute disaster.
A thick, pearlescent stream of his seed leaked lazily from her gaping, swollen pussy, sliding slowly down the inside of her muscular thigh. Her dark pubic hair glistened in the sunlight, completely matted with a heavy mixture of her own vaginal juices and his cum.
Her flawless skin was marred with the evidence of their war. Deep red spank marks painted her ass cheeks and thighs. Faint, purplish bite marks dotted her collarbone.
She looked entirely ruined.
But her blood-red eyes were as sharp, predatory, and uncompromising as ever.
"You did well, Cadet," Samantha murmured. Her chest heaved, her voice dropping into a dark, authoritative purr as she stared down at him. "One thing I can be sure of now... your stamina is exemplary."
Arthur propped himself up on his elbows. A lazy, entirely unbothered grin spread across his face.
"What can I say, Master?" Arthur replied smoothly. "I always give my absolute best during training."
Samantha scoffed, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "So cheeky."
She looked down at her own ruined body. The dried fluids, the dirt sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, the absolute mess coating her thighs and stomach.
"Look at this," Samantha sighed, her red eyes flicking back up to meet his. "You made such a mess of me. Who is going to clean this up?"
Arthur didn’t even hesitate. He pushed himself off the ground, his body practically humming with boundless energy. He stepped into her personal space, his golden eyes blazing with dark intent.
"Naturally," Arthur smirked, "it’s the disciple’s duty to clean up after his master."
The master bathroom was a cavern of black marble and gold accents.
Hot, steaming water cascaded from the massive enchanted showerheads, cloaking the massive enclosure in a thick, soothing mist.
Samantha stepped under the scalding spray, pulling Arthur in with her.
She didn’t grab a sponge. She poured a heavy, dark-scented body wash directly into her palms, lathering her hands until they were slick with thick white foam.
She stepped into his space, her slippery hands gliding firmly over his chest. She scrubbed the dirt and dried blood from his collarbone, her nails lightly scraping his abs as she worked her way down.
Then, her hands slipped lower.
She gripped his shaft. The sudden, hot, soapy contact sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. She squeezed firmly, her thumb dragging over the sensitive ridge, unapologetically stroking him with a slow, agonizingly smooth rhythm.
Arthur’s breath hitched. His cock surged to life, thickening against her soapy palm, standing at absolute, rigid attention.
Samantha watched his dark eyes dilate. A wicked, satisfied smirk crossed her lips.
"My turn," Arthur growled, his voice deep and raspy.
He took the bottle of body wash from her hand, pouring a generous amount into his own palms. He lathered up, his large, slick hands moving directly to her heavy breasts.
He massaged the soft flesh, his soapy thumbs circling her hardened pink nipples until she let out a soft, breathy sigh.
He stepped closer, pinning her against the wet marble wall.
He leaned down and captured her lips.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was deep, wet, and consuming. Arthur forced her jaw open, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He explored every inch of her insides, tracing the smooth ridges of her teeth, running his tongue along her gums, and tasting the lingering mint and adrenaline on her breath.
He pulled back just enough to trail his lips down her jawline. He bit down softly on her earlobe, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive shell of her ear.
Samantha shivered violently, her fingers digging into his wet shoulders.
Arthur’s soapy hands slid down her flat stomach, finally reaching the slippery, swollen folds of her pussy.
He rubbed her clit firmly with his thumb, spreading the soap over her slick outer petals. Then, he pressed two fingers directly into her tight entrance.
"Ahhn," Samantha gasped, her hips instinctively bucking forward against his hand.
Arthur pushed deeper. He dragged his fingers along her scalding inner walls, deliberately scooping out the thick, sticky mixture of her juices and his own cum that he had pumped into her earlier.
He pulled his fingers out, letting the hot shower water wash the heavy white fluid down the marble drain, before diving right back in to clean her completely.
He meticulously scrubbed her from the inside out, his thumb constantly grinding against her soapy clit until her legs were trembling violently under the spray.
Finally, Arthur pulled his hand back, rinsing the soap from her skin.
He stepped back slightly, a dark, thoroughly satisfied grin on his face.
"Your disciple has done his job, Master," Arthur murmured, his eyes sweeping over her flawless, dripping wet body. "I have cleaned your whole body. Every hole."
Samantha leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Her red eyes were hazy with lust, but the sharp, dominant edge instantly returned.
A wicked, dirty smile slowly spread across her lips.
"Not every hole, disciple," Samantha corrected him, her voice a dark, filthy whisper.
She turned around.
She braced her forearms against the wet black marble wall and arched her spine, sticking her heavy ass out toward him. With both hands, she reached back and spread her thick, doughy ass cheeks wide open.
Right below her freshly cleaned pussy, her tight, puckered pink asshole was exposed completely to the mist.
[Looks like we are exploring the back door today, Host,] Sol’s cheeky, perverted voice echoed lazily in his mind. [Try not to break the commander.]
Arthur’s throat went bone dry.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He dropped to his knees right there in the shower. The hot water cascaded over his back as he buried his face directly into her heavy cleft.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her wet ass flush against his nose.
The scent was intoxicating—a raw, musky blend of the floral body wash and the dark, primal scent of her skin.
He stuck his tongue out.
He didn’t hold back. He dragged the broad, flat muscle of his tongue directly up the sensitive seam of her ass, tasting the hot, slippery flesh.
"FUCK!" Samantha roared, her back arching so violently her spine popped.
Arthur focused his assault. He pressed the tip of his tongue directly against her tight, puckered ring. The contrast of the scalding shower water beating down on his back and the intense, burning heat of her small hole was maddening.
It was incredibly tight. A tiny, tightly wound knot of muscle that had never been breached.
He circled the outer rim, slow and deliberate, coating the sensitive pink flesh with his saliva.
Slurp. Swish. Slurp.
The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the steam-filled bathroom.
Samantha’s groans grew deeper, more guttural. "Ahhh... Arthur... yes..."
Her thighs trembled violently. The thick muscles twitched as she forced herself to stay bent over, completely surrendering her most vulnerable spot to his mouth.
Arthur narrowed his tongue into a sharp point. He pressed inward, right against the very center of the knot.
There was immediate resistance. Her sphincter clenched tightly against the intrusion, a natural biological defense.
But Arthur was relentless. He pushed harder, using the firm muscle of his tongue to pry the tight barrier open.
"Nnnngh!" Samantha whined, her fingers curling into tight fists against the marble wall.
He broke through.
Arthur pushed his tongue deep into her taboo walls.
The inside of her was a velvet vice. It was significantly tighter and hotter than her pussy. It clamped down instantly around his tongue, squeezing and pulsing with terrifying, crushing strength.
He explored her depths. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive, ridged walls, probing the tight canal. He slurped and sucked at the entrance, treating it like an absolute delicacy.
"Eat it!" Samantha ordered, her voice cracking, her authoritative facade completely shattered by the overwhelming sensory overload. "Use your tongue! Ruin me!"
She ground her hips backward, actively pushing her ass harder against his face.
Arthur obliged. He sucked the tight pink ring directly into his mouth, applying a firm, unrelenting suction while his hands ruthlessly massaged her thick ass cheeks.
Her legs shook like leaves in a hurricane. The jiggle physics of her massive ass quivering against his nose with every frantic twitch of her hips was absolutely mesmerizing.
Arthur pulled back with a loud, wet smack.
He stood up. His cock was throbbing like a heavy iron bar, the thick veins bulging against his skin.
He looked down at the tiny, glistening pink hole he had just prepared. Then, he looked down at his own massive, purple-headed shaft.
There is no fucking way this is going to fit, Arthur thought for a split second. The sheer difference in size was absurd.
But the feral, hungry look Samantha shot him over her shoulder instantly killed any hesitation.
Arthur reached for the bottle of body wash.
He pumped a massive handful of the thick liquid into his palm. He lathered it up, coating his entire rigid length in a thick, slippery layer of white soap. He stepped closer, reaching out to slather the remaining soap directly over her tight pink hole, ensuring the area was completely slick.
He lined the blunt, purple head of his shaft directly against her entrance.
He grabbed her hips with a bruising grip, his thumbs digging deep into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks.
"Brace yourself, Master," Arthur growled.
He pushed his hips forward.
"AAAHH!" Samantha shrieked, her forehead slamming against the marble tiles.
The resistance was immense. Her tiny, puckered hole stretched terrifyingly wide, the pink flesh turning a stark, bloodless white as the thick, blunt head of his cock forced its way inside.
Arthur gritted his teeth. The sensation was mind-melting.
It was a suffocating, crushing tightness. The scalding heat of her internal walls gripped the head of his cock with such intense pressure it almost hurt. Every millimeter of progress felt like he was pushing through solid, hot velvet.
"Fuck," Arthur hissed, his own abdominal muscles clenching as he forced himself deeper.
For Samantha, the pain was blinding.
A sharp, tearing sensation ripped through her lower half as the impossibly thick meat split her open. Her internal muscles clamped down in a frantic panic, trying to reject the massive intrusion.
But Samantha Hall was a masochist bred in the fires of war. The pain didn’t make her cower. It fueled her.
"Don’t stop!" she screamed, tears of pure agony and ecstasy pricking the corners of her red eyes. "Push it in! Break me open!"
Arthur drove his hips forward with a steady, brutal surge.
The tight ring of muscle finally gave way, sliding over the thickest part of his head.
A single, bright red drop of blood welled up from a micro-tear at the edge of her stretched entrance, mixing instantly with the thick white foam of the soapy lubricant.
He sank into her to the absolute hilt.
"FUCK!" they both roared simultaneously.
Arthur’s pelvis hit her ass cheeks with a heavy, wet thud. He was fully buried inside her ass. The suffocating tightness gripping his entire shaft was absolute heaven.
Samantha’s entire body went rigid. She gasped for air, her nails gouging deep, permanent scratch marks into the black marble wall. She was completely impaled, her insides stretched to their absolute physical limits.
Arthur didn’t give her a second to adjust.
He pulled his hips back, the tight ring of her asshole turning inside out for a fraction of a second before snapping back into place, and slammed into her again.
Smack!
"Ahhh!" Samantha wailed.
He established a brutal, relentless rhythm.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of his pelvis colliding with her thick ass cheeks echoed like cannon fire through the steam-filled bathroom.
With the thick layer of soap acting as a perfect lubricant, his massive cock slid in and out of her impossibly tight canal with sickening, wet squelches.
Squelch. Smack. Squelch.
"Fuck! It’s so deep!" Samantha screamed, throwing her head back. The pain was entirely gone, replaced by a blinding, overwhelming friction that battered her internal nerves. "Pound my ass, Arthur! Wreck my fucking insides!"
She didn’t just take it. She fought back.
She ground her hips backward, actively pushing her heavy ass harder against his groin, demanding maximum penetration.
Every time he hit her, the shockwaves rippled through her thick thighs, sending hypnotic tremors across her flawless skin. The massive, doughy mounds of her ass cheeks clapped violently against his lower stomach, the raw jiggle physics completely intoxicating his vision.
Arthur reached around her waist. His soapy fingers found her slick, swollen clit.
He rubbed it aggressively, matching the brutal, machine-like rhythm of his deep anal thrusts.
"You belong to me," Arthur roared, his voice feral. He raised his free hand high and brought it down hard on her right ass cheek.
PAAAH!
A bright red handprint instantly blossomed over her pale skin.
"Yes! Yes!" Samantha shrieked, completely losing her mind. The strict commander persona was entirely obliterated. "I’m your bitch! Fuck my tight ass!"
Her internal walls were convulsing around his cock like a vice.
"I’m cumming!" she screamed.
Her body locked up like a loaded spring.
A massive, violent wave of clear fluid blasted from her pussy. She squirted hard, the hot liquid mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain. At the exact same moment, her anal walls clamped down around his shaft with terrifying, bone-crushing strength, milking him ruthlessly.
The intense, suffocating pressure pushed Arthur right over the edge.
"Take my cum!" he roared.
He bottomed out, grinding his hips flush against hers, burying himself as deep into her bowels as humanly possible.
Thick, heavy ropes of his seed blasted deep into her ass.
He pumped her full, branding her taboo depths with his scalding essence. The sheer volume of his release filled her tight canal, the pressure building until a thick, messy mixture of his cum and the soapy lubricant began to leak out from around the base of his shaft.
Samantha moaned loudly with every pulse. Her body went entirely limp against the wet tiles, supported only by Arthur’s bruising grip on her hips. She milked him completely dry, her internal muscles twitching violently.
Arthur slowly pulled out.
With a loud, wet pop, his cock slid free.
A thick, creamy white stream of his cum immediately poured from her gaping, stretched asshole, sliding down the back of her thigh.
Arthur’s chest heaved. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her exhausted, trembling body flush against his chest, letting the hot shower water wash over them both.
They stood there, locked together in the steaming mist, completely drained.
The S-Class commander had been thoroughly, irreversibly conquered from the inside out.
