Chapter 164: Marking the Pure Spirit 18+
Max’s pace shifted.
His slow, measured strokes gradually lost their patience, sinking deeper each time, pulling back only to return with more purpose. The sound of her arousal grew louder in the quiet hall, slick and obscene as his cock dragged through her tight, trembling heat. Saelunith’s moans began to spill more freely now, sweet and breathless against his neck.
"Ah... mmh... Master..."
Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet every sound carried clearly through the quiet night. Her arms tightened around him as her hips started to follow his rhythm, meeting each thrust with small, instinctive rolls. Max’s hands gripped her waist more firmly, guiding her as he fucked her with steady, building intensity. He was no longer simply savoring the stretch of her. He was claiming her, one deep stroke at a time.
"That’s better," he murmured against her ear, his voice rougher now. "You’re starting to take me properly. Listen to how wet you are for me."
Saelunith answered with another broken moan as he drove into her again. Her body clenched around him, gripping his length with every thrust as heat spread across her skin. Her blue hair clung to her damp neck and shoulders, and when she buried her face against him for a moment, Max’s hand returned to her hair, gently tugging her head back so none of her sounds could be hidden.
"Let them hear every sound you make," he said, his thrusts gaining a little more force. "They need to know what it sounds like when their sister is being properly fucked."
"Ahh... nnnh..." Saelunith moaned, the sound sweet and helpless. Her fingers dug into his back as another deep thrust rocked her forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest with every movement, her stiff nipples brushing his skin through the shifting vines that barely covered her.
The golden-haired spirit remained kneeling between his thighs, eyes fixed on the place where Max’s cock disappeared into Saelunith again and again.
Her breathing had grown heavy, but she did not move or touch herself. She simply watched, lips parted, as their new master took the first of them with increasing purpose. Behind her, the rest of the circle remained perfectly still, though soft, envious gasps escaped more than one pair of lips whenever Saelunith’s voice broke too sweetly.
Max’s hand slid between their bodies once more, his thumb finding her swollen clit. He rubbed firm, steady circles in time with his thrusts, and Saelunith’s entire body jerked in his arms.
"M-Master... ahh... it’s too much..." she whimpered, though her hips continued to move, chasing the pleasure he was giving her.
"No," he said quietly, his voice calm even as his cock drove deeper into her. "It’s exactly what you need. You’re going to cum on my cock while they all watch. And you’re going to do it soon."
He angled his hips slightly, changing the depth of his thrusts so that every stroke dragged firmly against that sensitive spot inside her. Saelunith’s moans grew louder, more frequent, no longer neat or restrained, but soft, desperate sounds that seemed to unravel from her with every breath.
"Ah... haa... haa... Master, please..."
Her walls were pulsing around him now, tightening and releasing in quick, helpless waves as her pleasure built. Max could feel how close she was. His own control began to fray at the edges, the wet heat of her body gripping him with every thrust and dragging him closer to release. Still, he kept himself steady, refusing to lose patience even as his movements grew harder and faster.
"Look at her," he said to the golden-haired spirit without slowing down. "Watch how her body is starting to shake. This is what happens when a spirit finally learns what it means to be claimed."
The golden-haired spirit’s eyes were wide, her expression caught between awe and raw hunger. She did not look away for even a second.
Saelunith’s moans had become almost continuous, trembling sounds broken by sharp gasps whenever Max drove especially deep.
"Ahh... ah... nnnh... I... I can’t..."
"You can," Max growled softly against her ear. "You will. Cum for me, Saelunith. Let them all see you fall apart on your master’s cock."
His thumb pressed harder against her clit, circling faster as his thrusts grew more forceful. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the space between them. Saelunith’s thighs shook violently on either side of his hips, and her inner walls clamped down around him in desperate, rhythmic spasms.
Then she broke.
Her orgasm crashed through her with a long, helpless moan that seemed to echo through the night. Her body seized in his arms, back arching as her walls clenched tightly around his cock. Fresh wetness flooded from her, soaking his length and dripping down onto the throne as she came hard, trembling and moaning his title over and over.
"Master... ahh... Master...!"
The sight and feel of her coming undone around him pushed Max over the edge. With a low, rough groan, he drove deep one final time and held her there, buried to the hilt as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her.
Thick, hot spurts of his cum flooded her tight heat, filling her completely as he marked her from within. The golden light of the throne flared brighter beneath them, spreading through the vines and into Saelunith’s skin while his release continued to pump into her in heavy, claiming waves.
Saelunith moaned softly through the aftershocks, her body still twitching around him as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her. Her arms remained wrapped tightly around his neck, her face pressed against his shoulder as she trembled through the last waves of her orgasm.
Max stayed buried inside her, breathing heavily, one hand stroking slowly down her back while the other held her firmly in place. Around them, the watching spirits remained silent and still, though the air was thick with their collective, unspoken hunger.
He had claimed the first of them.
And as his cum continued to pulse deep inside Saelunith’s trembling body, the golden light on the throne pulsed in time with his heartbeat, marking her as his in a way that would never fade.
