Chapter 165: A Play To Remember 18+
Max’s gaze swept slowly over the circle of spirits still kneeling before the throne. Even after countless ages as beings of the forest, every one of them possessed warm, supple flesh, bodies that seemed far too sensitive for creatures born from ancient mana and moonlit groves. The sight of them watching, hungry and silent, sent another dark pulse of satisfaction through him.
"Good girl," he whispered against Saelunith’s ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You took every drop."
She was still trembling in his arms, her inner walls clenching around him in soft, involuntary pulses. The aftershocks of her orgasm continued to ripple through her, milking him even as he remained buried deep inside her heat. She felt impossibly hot, slick and trembling around him, not fully letting him soften as her body continued to squeeze with helpless need.
Saelunith did not release him. Instead, her arms tightened around his neck as a desperate, needy whimper escaped her lips.
"More..."
The word was barely more than a breath, yet her body answered it immediately. Her walls squeezed down around him again, tighter this time, as if trying to pull him back into full hardness through sheer hunger alone.
Max let out a low, amused sound against her throat and pressed a slow kiss just beneath her ear.
"More?" he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Your appetite is quite greedy for someone who has only just been opened."
His hand slid up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently while his thumb brushed over her stiff nipple. Saelunith shivered hard in his arms, another soft moan slipping free as her hips gave a small, instinctive roll against him.
"But... haa... I want more of you," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of shyness and raw hunger. "Please, Master..."
Max’s cock twitched inside her at the sound of her plea. He could feel himself growing harder again, her tight heat and desperate little sounds quickly dragging his desire back to the surface. For a moment, he simply held her there, savoring the way her body continued to pulse around him while the other spirits watched in silent, envious stillness.
Then he decided he wanted more as well.
Without warning, Max rose from the golden throne with Saelunith still impaled on his cock. She gasped softly, her arms and legs instinctively wrapping tighter around him as he stood. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, holding her up with ease as he stepped down from the dais. The change in position drove him even deeper inside her, and Saelunith let out a sweet, startled moan against his neck.
"Ahh..."
He carried her a few steps forward until they stood in the open space before the kneeling circle, then shifted his grip. One strong arm remained beneath her ass while the other slid up her back, holding her securely against his chest. In this position, gravity pulled her down onto him with every subtle movement, making her feel him in places that had only just learned what it meant to be filled.
Max began to move.
He lifted her slowly, almost all the way off his cock, before letting her sink back down onto him in one smooth motion. The wet sound of her arousal was loud in the quiet night as he filled her again. Saelunith moaned softly, the sound sweet and broken, her forehead resting against his shoulder.
"Mmhh... ahh..."
"That’s it," Max murmured, his voice low and rough as he settled into a steady rhythm, lifting and lowering her while he stood before them all. "Take it. Let them watch how well you’re learning to serve your master."
Each time he pulled her down, he sank fully into her, the head of his cock pressing deep enough to make her toes curl behind his back. Saelunith’s legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs as she clung to him. Her soft moans grew more frequent, spilling freely against his skin with every thrust.
"Ah... haa... Master... it feels deeper like this..."
Max’s grip on her thighs tightened as he quickened his pace just slightly, holding her up as he fucked her before the entire circle of spirits. The golden-haired one in particular stared with wide, rapt eyes, her lips parted as she witnessed every inch of Max’s cock disappearing into Saelunith’s dripping heat again and again.
Saelunith responded beautifully. Her body tightened around him with every thrust, her arousal coating his length and sliding down between them. Her moans filled the space between their bodies, growing sweeter and more desperate as he continued to use her like this, lifting her, lowering her, making her take him while everyone watched.
Max leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, then nipped gently at the fresh mark he had left earlier.
"You wanted more," he whispered against her skin, his voice dark with satisfaction. "So I’m going to give it to you. Right here. While they all see exactly who you belong to now."
Saelunith could only answer with another helpless, breathless moan as he lifted her again and let her sink back down onto his cock, deeper and harder than before.
Her legs remained wrapped tightly around his waist as he continued to move with steady, heavy strokes. Every time he lowered her, her body accepted him with that same wet, obscene sound, stretching around him before gripping tightly again on the way up. She felt feverish inside, her slick heat rippling around his length as though trying to keep him buried there forever.
"Ahh... mmh... ah..."
Max’s gaze drifted over the kneeling spirits while he continued to fuck her in his arms. Their eyes were locked on the place where his cock vanished inside Saelunith’s body, but it was not only lust burning in them now. There was envy, reverence, hunger, and something even more dangerous. They were learning from her. Learning what awaited them. Learning what kind of master had taken the Spirit Sovereign’s throne.
A devilish idea popped into his mind, and a slow smile spread across his lips, one that belonged far more to a demon lord than a Spirit Sovereign.
