Chapter 163: Forbidden Fruit 18+
Max could no longer control himself, and pushed upward with deliberate force.
The thick head of his cock pressed firmly against her soaked entrance, spreading her soft folds until they stretched around him. Saelunith’s breath caught in a sharp, trembling gasp as the first inch sank inside her. Her body tightened around the intrusion, impossibly hot, impossibly narrow, struggling to adjust to the sudden fullness while still welcoming him with a fresh rush of wetness that spilled down his length.
"That’s it," Max murmured against her ear, his voice low and steady. "Take me. Slowly."
He did not thrust, simply letting her feel every inch as he sank deeper with agonizing patience.
Her thighs quivered on either side of his hips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her forehead fell against his as a long, shaky moan escaped her lips when he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her virgin heat.
Her body pulsed around him helplessly, as if it could not decide whether to push him out or drag him deeper.
For a long moment, Max did not move.
He simply stayed sheathed inside her, one hand resting possessively on her lower back while the other stroked slowly up and down her spine. The golden-haired spirit at the front of the kneeling circle watched with wide, hungry eyes, her lips parted as she stared at the place where their bodies joined.
Max’s mouth brushed Saelunith’s ear again.
"Look at them," he whispered. "They’re all watching you take your master’s cock for the first time. Can you feel how jealous they are?"
Saelunith whimpered softly. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll, and the movement dragged him against some deep, sensitive place inside her that made her gasp. Max allowed it for only a moment before his hands settled on her waist, holding her still.
"Slow," he reminded her, voice gentle but firm. "We’re not rushing this. I want them to see every inch of you stretching around me."
Only then did he begin to move.
The first withdrawal was torturously slow. He pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then sank forward again with the same unhurried control. Saelunith’s moan broke apart in her throat, her whole body trembling as he filled her once more. He set a rhythm that was almost lazy, each deep, measured stroke rocking her gently on his lap while the obscene sound of her arousal echoed through the quiet night air.
Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck. She pressed her face into the curve of his shoulder, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from her lips, but Max did not allow it. One hand slid up to the back of her head, fingers threading into her long blue hair as he gently pulled her back.
"Let them hear you," he said quietly. "Let them hear what it sounds like when their sister is finally being fucked."
He kept the pace slow, almost tender in its control, though there was nothing soft about the way he spoke to her. Every word was laced with possession.
"You feel so tight around me," he murmured, lips brushing her temple. "Your little pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go. Is this what you’ve been craving all these years, Saelunith? Being opened up and filled while the others watch?"
She could only moan in answer, her hips moving in small, helpless circles despite his steady grip. Each stroke dragged against places inside her she had never known existed, pulling more wetness from her with every slow withdrawal until his cock glistened and the golden throne beneath them was stained by her arousal.
Max glanced at the golden-haired spirit still kneeling at the front.
"Come closer," he commanded without breaking rhythm. "On your knees. Right here."
The spirit obeyed at once, crawling forward until she knelt between Max’s spread thighs. From this distance, she could see everything clearly: Saelunith’s swollen folds stretched around him, the slick trail running down his length, the way her body trembled each time he pushed deep.
"Watch closely," Max told her, still moving inside Saelunith with the same unhurried pace. "This is what will happen to you soon."
The golden-haired spirit’s breathing grew quick and shallow. Her blue eyes remained locked on the place where Max disappeared inside Saelunith again and again. Her thighs pressed tightly together, and a soft, envious sound escaped her when Saelunith let out a particularly sweet moan.
Max returned his attention to the woman in his arms. He shifted his grip, one hand sliding down to cup her ass while the other remained tangled in her hair. He guided her movements now, rocking her gently in time with his thrusts. The new angle made her take him even deeper, and Saelunith’s moan turned into a soft, desperate cry.
"There it is," he whispered against her lips. "Right there. You feel how deep I am? That’s where you belong now. Stuffed full of your master’s cock while everyone watches you fall apart."
He kissed her then, slow and deep, swallowing her moans as he continued the steady rhythm. His tongue stroked against hers with the same patient control as his body moved inside her. When he pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips for a moment before it broke.
Saelunith’s hands roamed restlessly over his chest and shoulders as if she needed to touch him everywhere at once. Her skin had grown flushed and damp, and every thrust drew another broken sound from her throat. She was no longer trying to stay quiet. The pleasure was too much, too new, too overwhelming.
Max’s lips brushed her ear again, his voice low and teasing.
"Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Tell them how it feels to have your master’s cock inside you for the first time."
She trembled against him, struggling to form words between the deep strokes that kept stealing her breath.
"It... it feels so full," she managed, voice shaky and sweet. "I can feel every inch of you... stretching me... filling me..."
Max rewarded her honesty with a deeper thrust, grinding into her for a moment before returning to that same slow, controlled pace.
"Good girl," he praised quietly. "Keep talking. Let them hear how much you love being fucked in front of them."
The golden-haired spirit was breathing harder now, her own arousal obvious in the way the vines around her body had begun to shift restlessly against her skin. She watched every movement, every glistening inch of Max’s cock as it entered Saelunith’s dripping heat again and again.
The other spirits behind her were no better. Soft, envious gasps and quiet moans rose from the circle as they witnessed their sister being taken so thoroughly, so possessively, yet with such devastating patience.
Max continued to move slowly, savoring every clench of Saelunith’s body, every trembling moan, every drop of arousal that coated him. He had no intention of rushing. Not tonight. Not while the others watched. He wanted Saelunith to feel every second of her surrender, and he wanted every spirit present to burn with the knowledge that they would soon be in her place.
His hand slid between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed slow, firm circles in time with his thrusts, and Saelunith’s entire body jerked in his arms.
"That’s it," he whispered, voice dark with satisfaction. "Let them watch you come apart on my cock. We’re not stopping until you’ve shown them exactly how good it feels to belong to me."
