❤︎ [38] Master, Love Me More

The water finally ran hot, steam billowing up to cloud the small space. I reached for the soap, but Yoru's hand caught my wrist.

"Master is injured," she said softly, her thumb tracing the veins on the inside of my arm. "Let Yoru."

She stepped closer, close enough that her nipples brushed my chest with every breath. The soap was new, rough in her palm as she worked it into lather. She started with my shoulders, her touch feather-light, almost hesitant. Her fingers traced the muscles there, learning the shape of me, the scars she'd never seen clearly before.

"Turn," she whispered.

I obeyed. Her soapy hands slid down my spine, kneading the tension from each vertebra. She took her time at the small of my back, her thumbs pressing in slow circles that made me exhale heavily. Then lower, over the curve of my ass, her touch growing bolder. She washed my thighs from behind, her palms sliding up the inner edges until her knuckles grazed the heavy weight hanging between my legs.

I stiffened. She felt it, her breath catching against my shoulder blade.

"Here too," she murmured, almost to herself. Her hand wrapped around my cock, still slick with soap, and the groan that tore from me echoed off the tiles.

"Yoru-"

"Dirty," she breathed, her fist sliding from root to tip with agonizing slowness. "Must clean. ...Everywhere."

She stroked me with both hands, working the soap along my length, over the head, her thumbs circling the sensitive ridge beneath.

"Ughh... Yoru..." My hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure. She was clumsy, her grip too tight then too loose, but the inexperience only made it hotter, the way she watched her own hands with fascinated hunger, her ears twitching with every sound I made.

"Like this?" she asked, her voice small.

"Looser," I gritted out, surrendering to her movements. "Fuck... yes, like that. Twist your wrist at... ghh... the top."

She tried it. Her hand spiraled up my length, and my forehead thunked against the wet tile. "Good?"

"...Good. Fuck..."

As I turned to look at her, she returned a faint, knowing smile, her narrowed eyes lingering on me. She found a rhythm, slow and torturous, her other hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently with soapy fingers. I was hard as stone, my cock throbbing in her grip, precum beading at the tip and mixing with the lather. Yoru noticed, her eyes widening. She brought her thumb up to spread it, her breath hitching as she felt the slickness.

"Master leaks," Yoru whispered, almost awed. I could only endure the pleasure, unable to retort. She sank to her knees. The shower spray hit her back, plastering her blue hair to her shoulders in darkened ropes. She looked up at me through her lashes, cyan eyes hazy with want, her lips parted around shallow breaths. Then she leaned forward and licked a slow stripe up the underside of my cock.

"Fuck-!" My hand shot out, bracing against the wall.

She froze. "...Bad?"

"No," I panted. "No, do that again. ...Please."

She did, like an obedient girlfriend. Her tongue was hot, tentative, tracing every vein, circling the head with curious swirls. She lapped at the slit, gathering the fluid there, her eyes fluttering shut as she tasted me. A soft moan vibrated against my sensitive skin, and my hips bucked forward before I could stop them.

She pulled back, coughing lightly, her eyes watering.

"Sorry," I breathed. "You don't have to-"

"Want to." Her voice was firmer now, her jaw setting with determination. She gripped my base, steadying me, and opened her mouth wider.

...A blowjob at this angle. I felt a thrilling sense of superiority.

Yoru took me in slowly. Just the head at first, her lips stretched tight around my girth, her tongue fluttering against the underside. She couldn't take much, her inexperience clear in the way her teeth grazed me, the way she gagged softly when she tried to go deeper. But she didn't stop. She pulled back, adjusted, tried again. Her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, her fist pumping in time with her bobbing head.

The sight of her, on her knees, water streaming down her face, her lips swollen and reddened around my cock-it was too much. I felt the familiar tightening, the heat gathering at my base.

"Yoru," I warned, my voice ragged. "I'm close. You don't have to-"

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Her free hand gripped my hip, her claws pricking my skin, holding me in place. Her eyes snapped up to mine, burning with something fierce and demanding.

Give it to me.

"Sss... Yoru...!"

I came with a shout that tore my throat, my hips jerking forward as my cock pulsed between her lips. She choked, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. She swallowed convulsively, her throat working around me, milking every spurt with desperate, greedy swallows. Some escaped, dripping from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin to mix with the shower spray.

"Haaah... haa... fuck... ...fuck..."

When I finally finished, she pulled back slowly, her lips making a soft pop as they released me.

"Slrrph... m-haaahh..." She looked up, her expression dazed, her chin wet with what she'd couldn't catch. Her tongue darted out to gather the remnants, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Master tastes..." She paused, searching for words, her ears flattening slightly. "...strong. Salty. Like... like Master's smell, but more."

I sank to my knees in front of her, catching her face in my hands. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yoru... wanted to." Her smile was small, trembling, but genuine. "Master, like it?"

I kissed her instead of answering, tasting myself on her tongue, the salt of my release mixing with the sweetness of her mouth. She melted into it, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders, her whole body leaning into me like she couldn't support her own weight.

When we broke apart, I was breathing hard again, my cock already stirring despite the orgasm she'd pulled from me. Yoru noticed, her eyes dropping to watch it thicken against my thigh. Her ears twitched.

"Again?"

"For... you," I said, still catching my breath as I reached for the soap. "My turn... to wash you."

Her breath caught. She nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and turned to present her back to me meekly.

I started at her neck, my soapy hands sliding down to her shoulders, her arms, her wrists. I lifted each hand to my lips and kissed her palms, her fingers, the delicate skin of her inner wrists where her pulse fluttered wildly. Then I moved lower, over the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. I knelt behind her, my face level with her ass, and washed her thighs with slow, reverent strokes.

"Master..." she whimpered when my thumbs grazed the inner edges, brushing the outer lips of her pussy. She was soaked there, her arousal coating her folds, thick and copious and unmistakable. The scent of her, warm and musky and her, filled the small space until I could barely think.

I spread her gently with two fingers, just enough to see how swollen she was, how her clit peeked from its hood, throbbing and needy. A single stroke of my thumb made her cry out, her knees buckling. I caught her around the waist with my other arm, holding her upright as I explored her.

"...So wet," I murmured against her spine, pressing kisses between her shoulder blades. "Is this all for me, Yoru?"

"Y-Yes," she gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder. "Only... Master. Always, always Master..."

I found her entrance with one finger, circling it slowly, teasing. She pushed back against my hand, desperate for more, but I held her still. "Easy. Let me take care of you this time..."

I slid one finger inside. She was tight, impossibly tight, her inner walls clamping down immediately. I worked her slowly, curling my finger to find the spot that made her scream, my other hand circling her clit with feather-light touches.

"Master-Master-please-" She was babbling now, her hips rolling in helpless circles, seeking more pressure, more contact. "I need-I need-"

"Not yet," I whispered, adding a second finger, stretching her carefully. "Not here. We'll do it in bed, where we can take our time. Where I can see all of you."

She made a sound of protest, but I withdrew my touch, bringing them to my lips to taste her. Her eyes watched, hazy and fascinated, as I sucked her arousal from my fingers.

"Bed," I repeated, standing and turning off the water. "...Now."

I couldn't hold it in anymore either.

Yoru followed, her legs unsteady, her whole body flushed and trembling with unspent need. We dried each other with rough towels, our hands lingering, teasing, stoking the fire higher. By the time we reached the bedroom, Yoru was panting again, her pupils blown wide, her earlier shyness burned away in the furnace of her desire.

She climbed onto the mattress and turned to face me, her knees spread just enough to show me how glistening she was, how ready.

"Master," she breathed, her voice raw and hungry. "Please. No more waiting."

I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her, the mattress dipping beneath my knees. Yoru watched me approach, her breath shallow and quick, her claws digging small crescents into the sheets. I settled between her spread thighs, my hands sliding up her calves, her knees, the sensitive inner edges of her thighs. She trembled under my touch, her legs falling open wider in silent invitation.

"Master," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please. Here..."

"Not here... it's Yoru's pussy."

"Pu...ssy..." She repeated the word in a trance.

I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, high enough that my breath ghosted over her folds. She jerked, a sharp cry escaping her. I did it again on the other side, closer this time, my stubble grazing her soft skin. The scent of her, thick and musky and unbearably sweet, made my cock throb against the mattress.

"Ahhhn...! Master... Yoru's pussy... pussy feels, good!"

"So impatient," I murmured, my lips brushing her as I spoke. She gasped, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking contact. I held her down with one hand spread across her stomach, pinning her in place.

"Master! Hnng...!"

I licked her. One long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, gathering her arousal on my tongue. She screamed, her back arching violently, her claws shredding the sheets. She tasted like nothing else, rich and complex and her, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her wail louder.

I settled in, my shoulders keeping her thighs spread wide, my hands sliding under her ass to lift her closer. I lapped at her folds with broad, lazy strokes, teasing around her clit until she was sobbing my name, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling hard enough to sting. When I finally closed my lips around her swollen bud and sucked, she came off the bed, her whole body rigid.

"Master-Master-Master-!" She was chanting it like a prayer, her hips bucking against my face despite my grip. I held her steady and flicked my tongue rapidly, side to side, circling, varying the pressure until her cries became incoherent. Her arousal flooded my chin, thick and copious, and I drank every drop, my own hips grinding against the mattress in desperate, seeking friction.

I slid two fingers into her, curling them to find the rough patch inside that made her see stars. She clamped down immediately, her inner walls fluttering around my digits, milking them with rhythmic, desperate clenches. I worked her with my fingers while my tongue lashed her clit, the dual sensations tearing sharp, broken sounds from her throat.

"Going to- going to-" She gasped, her eyes wide and unfocused, staring at the ceiling. "Master, I don't know-this feeling! Yoru never-"

"Let go," I breathed against her, my voice muffled. "I've got you. Let go for me, Yoru."

In that moment, I watched her entire body tremble. She shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her with a violence that made her scream, her back arching in a perfect bow, her thighs clamping around my head with inhuman strength. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, rhythmic contractions that pulled at me greedily, her arousal gushing around my hand in hot, thick waves. I kept licking, kept stroking, riding her through it until she was pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive, whimpering.

"Too much," she panted, her whole body flushed crimson, her hair plastered to her face with sweat. "Master, please. I can't-"

I kissed my way up her body, lingering at her navel, the underside of her breasts, her collarbones. When I reached her mouth, she kissed me desperately, tasting herself on my lips with a moan that was half-whimper, half-need.

"More," she breathed against my mouth, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. "I want Master inside. Please. Feel Master... inside pussy!"

It's not enough. I leaned into her ear, and whispered what I wanted to hear. 

"What should you say if you want it, Yoru?"

"...Master... please fuck this wet hole... until it milks you dry..." She spread herself open with two fingers, forming a heart around her clenching entrance. "...This heart was made to take Master's cum..."

I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock resting against her entrance, hot and slick with her arousal. She was soaked, her inner walls already fluttering in anticipation, tiny aftershocks from earlier making her twitch around nothing. We both groaned as I pressed forward, just enough to breach her.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice rough.

Her eyes snapped to mine, hazy and blown wide, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

"Fuck... Yoru, you're so tight...!"

I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, so tight I had to stop every few seconds to let her adjust.

"Mmff...!" She was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, her claws raking my back, but she nodded when I paused, her hips lifting to take more.

"D-Don't stop," she gasped. "Please, Master. Don't stop...!"

I buried myself to the hilt, and we both froze, our foreheads pressed together, our breath mingling. She was so hot, so tight, her walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses that felt like they were trying to milk me already. I could feel her heartbeat, or maybe it was mine, thundering where we were joined.

"Move," she whispered, her voice trembling but fierce. "Please, Master. Move... enjoy Yoru's pussy..."

I pulled back and thrust forward, and the sound she made was pure, unrestrained pleasure. I started slow, gentle, mindful of her inexperience, but she met every stroke, her hips rising to meet mine with increasing confidence. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels pressing into my ass to drive me deeper.

"Harder," she panted, her voice gaining strength. "Faster, Master. I can take it. I want more-"

Her eyes desired more from me. Provoked by that pressure, I suddenly lost the rhythm I'd tried to maintain. Lost the careful, experienced control.

"Master... master... master! Feels good... pussy feels... g-ghood..."

"Ugh... Yoru...!" I fucked her harder, the bed frame creaking beneath us, her breasts bouncing with every impact. She was everywhere, her teeth sinking into my shoulder, her hands pulling at my hair, her legs squeezing my waist with desperate strength. Every thrust drove a sharp cry from her lips, each one louder than the last, her inner walls rippling around me in waves of tightening heat.

"Yes-yes-yes-" She cried out with her head thrown back, her throat exposed. "Don't stop don't stop don't-"

I shifted my angle, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and her eyes flew wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

"Aa-aahhh..." She came again, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars. The rhythmic milking of her orgasm pulled my own release from me, my cock pulsing as I spilled inside her, filling her with thick, hot spurts.

"Fuck," I groaned, burying my face in her neck, my hips still jerking in involuntary aftershocks. "Yoru, I-mmphh!!!"

She kissed me before I could finish, her lips clumsy and desperate, her tongue tangling with mine. When we broke apart, we were both panting, sweat-slicked and trembling, still joined.

"Again," she breathed, her eyes burning with renewed hunger. "Master. Again. Want it inside, again. Yoru's pussy... hot, want Master's cock. Yoru wants-hnnng!"

I was already hardening inside her, her words and the desperate clench of her body stoking the fire back to full blaze. I rolled us over, pulling her on top of me, my hands gripping her hips to guide her movements.

"Show me," I commanded, my voice ragged. "Show me what you want."

She hesitated for only a moment, her hands braced on my chest, her expression uncertain. Then she rolled her hips slowly, and the moan that tore from her was echoed by my own.

"Like this?" Yoru found a rhythm, slow and tentative at first, her movements clumsy and unpracticed. But she learned quickly, her confidence building with every stroke, her pace quickening as she discovered what angles made her cry out, what depths made her eyes roll back.

"Just like that," I groaned, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. "Fuck, Yoru. Just like that-"

"Mmph, yesss... Master's cock, love Yoru's pussy lots!" she gasped, her nails digging crescents into my pecs.

She rode me with increasing abandon, her hips snapping down to meet mine, her breasts bouncing with every impact. Her hair had dried into wild powder blue tangles around her shoulders, her face flushed and desperate and beautiful. I watched her find her pleasure, her expression shifting from uncertainty to wonder to fierce, demanding hunger.

"Master's cock," she panted, her voice raw. "So deep. So full. Can feel it... inside... my womb." She corrected as I taught her more words that would arouse men.

"...Master's cock... is the only thing that makes this dirty little hole feel complete-"

Those words strung together made my body explode with lust.

"Yoru... you're made for sex..."

I sat up, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair to pull her head back. I kissed her throat, her jaw, her mouth, all while she kept moving, kept riding me with desperate, jerky rolls of her hips. The new angle made her gasp, her inner walls clamping down harder, milking me with every downward stroke.

"So c'wose... M-Master's cock is gonna make this soaked hole explode. Please, pump your cum deep... Want to feel you flood me while I squeeze every drop out..."

Her dirty talk continued to grow more loose, more daring.

"As you wish...!"

I thrust up into her, meeting her movements, and she screamed. Her third orgasm hit her like a wave, her whole body going rigid, her pussy spasming around me in rhythmic, relentless contractions. I followed her over the edge, my release tearing through me with a violence that made my vision white out, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I filled her again, the wet heat of it spilling between us.

She collapsed against my chest, trembling, her breath hot and ragged against my neck. I held her, my arms wrapped tight around her, my heart thundering against hers where they pressed together.

But she didn't stay still for long.

Yoru stirred, her hips rolling in small, experimental circles that made me groan. She lifted her head, her cyan eyes meeting mine with a hunger that hadn't been sated, only sharpened.

"Mash'ta... tongue... hanggg..."

I caught her chin, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. "You want my tongue, Yoru?"

She nodded frantically, her fangs gleaming. I wanted to tease this assertive side of her.

"Then ask properly, like how I taught you."

"...P-Please, Master. Yoru wants... wants Master's tongue fucking her mouth. Using it. Making her his dirty little kiss-slut..."

"...Sorry, Yoru, was that too much?"

She shook her head, simply smiling.

"If Master likes it, I like it too."

"..." I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. I lowered my head slowly, letting my breath ghost over her lips until she was whimpering and straining upward. Only then did I kiss her, deep and filthy, my tongue sliding past her fangs to claim every corner of her mouth. She moaned into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her body arching to press against mine.

But I didn't let her control it. I pulled back, smirking at her devastated cry, and rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. She straddled my waist, confused and desperate, her palms flat against my chest.

"Master... master..."

"Kiss me," I commanded, my hand tangling in her hair. "Show me how you want it."

She hesitated, then lowered her head, tentative brushes of her lips against mine that quickly grew bolder. I gripped her ass with my other hand, guiding her movements, teaching her the rhythm that made us both groan. Her tongue shyly met mine, then grew confident, swirling and tasting and claiming back.

"Master-Master, Yoru is-" She gasped against my mouth, her fangs nipping my lower lip. "Yoru is kissing Master like- like-"

I spanked her ass, hard, and she yelped, pressing down harder, grinding her soaked heat against my length. "Keep going. Kiss me until you can't breathe."

She did. Wild, desperate, her mouth devouring mine, her hips snapping back and forth, her arousal coating me where she slid against my cock. I groaned into her, the vibration making her wail, my hands rough on her hips as I guided her pace.

"Please," she sobbed, her kisses faltering. "Please, Master, Yoru needs-"

I bit her jaw, her throat, anywhere I could reach, and she shattered, her whole body convulsing, her cunt clamping down on nothing as she ground against me. I held her through it, my fingers digging into her ass, prolonging her orgasm until she collapsed forward, trembling and gasping against my neck.

I guided her down my body, my hands rough on her hips, until she was straddling my waist again, her palms flat against my stomach, her eyes hazy and blown wide.

"Good girl," I rasped, my voice wrecked. "Now it's my turn."

She stared down at me, her silver hair a wild curtain around her flushed face. No words. Just the heavy sound of her breathing, the slick heat of her sliding against my half-hard length, coating me in the mess we'd already made. Her eyes dropped to where we were almost joined again, and she bit her lip, a tremor running through her thighs.

I reached up, my thumbs brushing her nipples.

"...!!!" She arched into my touch with a silent gasp, her head falling back. I sat up, wrapping one arm around her waist, my mouth finding her breast. She clutched my head to her, her fingers tangling in my hair, small whimpers escaping her as I sucked and nipped at the stiff peak.

Her hand slid between us, wrapping around my cock, guiding me back to her entrance. She sank down slowly, her eyes squeezing shut, her jaw tight. I was slick with our combined release, sliding into her stretched heat with less resistance now, but she was still so fucking tight. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she took me fully, a shudder rippling through her whole body.

"Mas...'ta... Hnngh... ahhh... good... so good..." She started moving. Slow, grinding rolls of her hips, her forehead pressed to mine, our breath mingling. I gripped her ass, spreading her wider, guiding her pace. She learned quickly, her movements growing bolder, more confident. The bed creaked beneath us, a steady rhythm accompanying the wet sounds of our joining.

"Let me do it."

She nodded breathlessly.

I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me, her legs wrapping high around my back. I drove into her harder, deeper, the force of it sliding her up the mattress until her head bumped the headboard. I caught her wrists, pinning them above her, and her eyes flared, her back arching off the bed in silent offering.

I fucked her like that, relentless, the room filling with the slap of skin and her sharp, breathless cries. Her inner walls fluttered around me, milking me with every stroke, her arousal dripping down to soak the sheets beneath us. She came with a scream that tore her throat, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down so hard I had to fight to keep moving through it.

I pulled out before I finished, my cock throbbing, desperate. She understood. Yoru scrambled to her knees, turning and presenting herself to me, her ass raised, her thighs trembling.

"Please... mark Yoru's insides with Master's cock. Make it overflow with Master's seed..."

"Yoru!!!"

"Hyaa! U-guhhh!"

I gripped her hips and drove back in from behind, the new angle making us both groan. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles as I pounded into her.

The bedframe slammed against the wall with every thrust.

"Mm-mmph-ppphhh!!!" She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams, but I could still hear them, vibrating through her body into mine. I felt my release building, my balls tightening, my vision narrowing to nothing but the sight of her beneath me, taking everything I gave her.

"Cumming! Take it all, Yoru! Take it all!" I came with a roar, burying myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing thick and hot inside her.

"A-Ahh... So much. ...So hot..."

She pushed back against me, milking every drop, her inner walls rippling in aftershocks that drew out my orgasm until I was trembling, spent, collapsing over her back.

"...Can feel Master's cum inside... So... happy..."

"Yoru... you were great..."

We lay there, panting, joined and slick with sweat and cum. But even as I softened inside her, she pushed back against me, a small, needy sound escaping her throat. She wasn't done. Neither was I, not really.

I withdrew slowly, watching our combined release ooze out of her, obscene and thick.

"Hnng... ahh... Master's cum... spilling..." She turned her head, her eyes half-lidded, her lips swollen. She crawled off the bed on unsteady legs, her thighs trembling, and looked back at me over her shoulder.

A silent invitation.

I followed in a trance.

She led me into the corridor, the smooth black walls cool against my overheated skin. The soft white strip lighting cast her in stark relief, every curve, every flush, every drop of moisture on her inner thighs visible. She stopped by the wall, turning to face me, her back pressing against the sleek surface. She spread her legs slightly, her hand trailing down her stomach to touch herself, gathering the wetness there and bringing her fingers to her lips.

"Fucking against the wall... where Master walks every day. Now Yoru will be part of this place forever. Master's cum in her... Master's marks on her..."

"Yoru!" I was on her before she could taste it. I pinned her wrists against the wall above her head, my body pressing her into the cool surface. She gasped, her eyes flaring, her hips rolling to seek friction against my thigh.

"Rub rub... rub rub... Ah, Master is big again... Master, plug Yoru's dirty pussy with cock, okay?"

Her words grew even more provocative, stimulating my desire to dominate her fully. I was hard again, already, my cock trapped between our stomachs, throbbing against her soft skin. 

I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist automatically, her back sliding against the wall as I guided myself into her. She was so wet, so open from before, that I slid in easily, fully, in one thrust. Her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

I fucked her against the corridor wall, her ankles locked at my back, her claws raking my shoulders. The wet sounds echoed in the narrow space, obscene and relentless. Every thrust drove her harder against the wall, her breasts bouncing with the impact, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

I carried her into the main living area without pulling out, her weight in my arms, her inner walls clenching around me with every step. I set her on the edge of the table, her ass on the smooth surface, her legs spread wide. I stood between her thighs and drove into her again, the new angle making her eyes roll back.

"Ahn-ahhn-ahhhn-ahn...! G'hood... s'ho... g'hood...!"

She leaned back on her elbows, her head hanging off the far edge of the table, her hair brushing the floor. The position opened her completely, letting me see every inch of where we joined, my cock slick and glistening as it pistoned in and out of her stretched, fluttering hole. She was so fucked out, so desperate, her body responding to every touch with violent shudders.

"Yoru! You like it?!"

"Y'Yhesshhh... Mash'ta... puss'hy f'heels g'hood... Yoru ish' sh'ooo haap'hee!"

I gripped her hips, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, and pounded into her with a force that shook the table. Her screams echoed in the small room, wordless and raw.

"Aaaahhhh!" She came again, her back arching off the table, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic spasms that milked me relentlessly. I pulled out at the last second, my release spurting across her stomach, her breasts, marking her with thick, hot stripes.

She didn't wait for me to finish before she was sliding off the table, her legs unsteady, her hand finding my still-twitching cock. She stroked me through the aftershocks, her grip clumsy but eager, milking the last drops from me with small, desperate sounds.

I tried to catch my breath, my limbs heavy, my vision still sparking at the edges. "Yoru... enough..."

She didn't stop.

Her ears twitched at my voice, but her hand kept moving, slow and deliberate, her thumb circling the sensitive head until I jerked and gasped. I tried to push her away, but my arms felt like lead. She was stronger than me now, her chimeric stamina far outlasting my human limits. She knew it too. Her lips curved in a soft, almost apologetic smile as she caught my wrist, guiding my hand away with gentle but unyielding pressure.

"Master is tired," she whispered, her voice honey-sweet. "Yoru will take care."

"W-What do you mean, take car-ughh?!"

She lowered herself to her knees before me, her mouth finding my cock again, her tongue swirling, her throat working. I groaned, my knees buckling, but she caught me around the waist, her strength holding me upright against the table's edge. I was oversensitive, every touch too much, but she didn't relent. Her mouth was hot and wet and relentless, drawing me back to full hardness despite my body's protests.

"Yoru... I can't... I really..."

She released me with a soft pop, her lips glistening, her eyes hazy and determined. She stood, pressing her body against mine, her breasts soft against my chest, her hands sliding down to grip my ass and pull me closer.

"Not... enough," Yoru breathed against my mouth.

A chill ran down my spine. She wasn't satisfied at all.

She didn't turn or bend over. She caught me around the waist, her strength lifting me easily, turning us both until my back pressed against the table's edge. Her palms pushed against my chest, lowering me onto the smooth surface, my legs dangling off the side. Before I could gather my wits, she climbed atop me, her knees bracketing my hips, her hand reaching down to grip my cock and guide it to her entrance.

"Y-Yoru... please, wait!"

I tried to sit up, to regain some control, but she pressed her palm against my sternum and pushed me back down.

"Haah... aahh... Master, just sit still."

Her eyes met mine, hazy and determined, as she sank down onto me in one slow, wet motion. The sound that tore from her throat was feral, her inner walls clamping around me immediately, fluttering and milking.

"Yoru will take everything from Master."

She began to move, her palms flat against my chest for leverage, her hips rolling in slow, devastating circles.

"S-Stop..." I tried to lift my hips to meet her, but she pressed down harder, pinning me with her weight, her strength. My arms fell to the table, too heavy to reach for her waist, my hips pinned and helpless beneath her grinding rhythm.

"Aha... aaahhh, Master... feels good... pussy feels so gooood!" Her movements grew bolder, her knees gripping my ribs as she rode me, the table creaking beneath us.

"Love Master... Master, loves Yoru?"

"Yes... Yoru, I love you too, so please s-!!!"

"Love... love, love love love!"

Yoru arched her back, trembling violently as her breasts thrust forward. The sight of her, lost in pleasure above me, using my body for her own need, made my head spin.

"Yo...ru...!" I could only stare up at her, my vision blurring at the edges.

"Love, love, love, love, love, love, love..."

Her eyes were filled with desire... and a swirling, dark passion.

Yoru leaned forward again, her palms slamming against the table on either side of my head, caging me in. Her hips snapped faster, harder, the force of each downward stroke driving the air from my lungs. The table legs scraped against the floor, the wet sounds of our joining filling the small room.

I came again, weak and dry, my body spasming beneath her. She felt it, her inner walls fluttering in response, milking me for nothing, but she didn't slow. She rode me through it, her movements growing more desperate, more demanding, her nails scoring the table's surface beside my head.

"Love, love, love..." Her hands now found my wrists, pinning them above my head as she continued to grind down on me, her body using mine while I lay beneath her, helpless, spent, consciousness flickering.

Yoru climbed off the table and pulled me with her, her strength keeping me upright. I sagged against her, my legs useless, my cock still slick and half-hard between us. She lifted me easily, my weight nothing to her chimera strength, and carried me down the corridor with my arms draped over her shoulders, my face buried in her neck. Every step made her inner walls clench where she kept me inside her, her hips rolling with each stride to maintain the friction.

I could no longer make a voice. My consciousness seemed to teeter on the edge of pleasure and torture.

"Love... love... love...!"

She pushed me through the bedroom door, and I collapsed onto the bed. She followed, straddling me again before I could catch my breath, sinking down onto me with a wet, obscene sound that made my vision spark. She rode me with abandon, her palms flat against my chest, her hips snapping back and forth, her body claiming mine while I lay beneath her, unable to move, unable to resist.

My hands fell limp to the mattress. My hips stilled completely. She didn't mind. She worked herself on me with single-minded focus, her inner walls milking my oversensitive length, her nails raking my chest, her silver hair a wild curtain around her flushed face.

Was her eyes blue... or red? In my blurry vision, I thought I saw a shadowy, dominant monster riding on top of me.

She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear with each whispered word, the rhythm of her hips never slowing.

"Love."

Her warmth, her weight, her relentless rhythm, all fading into a soft, endless haze.

"Love. Love. Love."

Her lips pressed to my temple, her voice barely a breath against my skin.

"Master... Love me more..."

...Then I passed out.