Chapter 31. She Learned Fast, And So I Have To Reward Her With A Showering Seeds!**

Chapter 31: 31. She Learned Fast, And So I Have To Reward Her With A Showering Seeds!**

The friction between her breasts was becoming almost unbearable, a maddening heat that made my vision blur at the edges.

I was driving myself into her cleavage with increasing ferocity, each thrust sending a wet, slapping sound echoing off the stone walls.

But I wanted more.

I wanted to see her surrender, not just her body, but her dignity. I wanted her to taste the power she was wielding over me.

"Laura," I growled, my hot breath against her sweaty, slick skin as I continued to hammer between her tits. "The mouth... Use it."

She blinked up at me, dazed and panting. "What... what do you mean...?"

"Don’t make me repeat myself, Laura," I commanded, my hips stuttering as I ground the head of my cock against the soft swell of her cleavage. "Put your lips around it... blowjob, just what I said earlier."

"Wrap your tongue around the tip... I want to feel your mouth working while I fuck your tits."

Her face flushed even deeper. "I... I don’t know how to—"

"Then learn right now."

Hesitantly, she shifted beneath me. Her movements were uncoordinated, her body still trembling from her previous climax.

As she leaned forward to obey, she was clumsy, her lips brushing against the sensitive underside of my cock without quite catching it, her tongue darting out uncertainly like a frightened bird.

She fumbled, her teeth nearly grazing me in her nervousness.

"Pathetic," I teased, though my cock throbbed painfully at her proximity. "You’re like a child playing with fire."

"So listen to me now... Don’t just hover there."

"Open wide, wrap your lips tight around the head, and use your tongue to swirl around the tip!"

"Follow the ridge! Do it properly."

I expected her to retreat, to hide her face in shame at being corrected like a student. But Laura Lapisfield was a dedicated knight.

When given an order, she executed right away without having to ask questions.

She took a shuddering breath, closed her eyes, and then she obeyed.

I froze mid thrust.

Her mouth closed around the head of my cock with surprising precision. Her lips formed a perfect, tight seal, and then I felt it... goddamn... her tongue was so hot.

She began to swirl it around the sensitive rim of my glans exactly as I had instructed, the motion wet, deliberate, and maddeningly skilled.

"Mmmph... ngh!" A sound halfway between a moan and a surprised gasp escaped me.

"Fuck, Laura..." I hissed, my hips bucking involuntarily. "How the hell did you learn so fast?!"

She didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she increased the pressure. She began to suck, drawing on me with a sudden, fierce hunger that caught me completely off guard.

The suction was intense, creating a vacuum that sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my brain. Her tongue danced along the underside of the shaft, finding every nerve ending I hadn’t even known existed.

Slurp. Schlick. Mmmph.

I was losing my mind.

The dual stimulation—the tight, wet squeeze of her breasts from below and the devastating suction of her mouth from above—was too much. My hands flew to her hair, gripping the strands as I pushed myself deeper into her mouth.

But just as I tried to slide further in, seeking to fill her completely, she recoiled slightly. Her eyes flew open, wide with genuine fear.

She couldn’t take the whole length... and yeah, not every woman can probably... the sheer size of me seemed to overwhelm her throat, causing her to gag slightly before pulling back to take a desperate breath.

"Hah... hah..." she panted, her lips glistening with my pre-cum. "It’s... it’s too big, Roland."

"I can’t... I can’t take all of it... I’m scared that I’ll choke."

I looked down at her, seeing the vulnerability in her expression. She was terrified of the very thing she was craving.

But the fear only made the hunger in my gut grow stronger.

"Scared?" I whispered, leaning down until our noses touched. "You’re a knight who has faced dragons and demons without flinching."

"Now you’re afraid of a massive cock?"

"It’s different," she whispered defiantly, though her hands were shaking where they rested on my thighs. "This... this feels like it could consume me..."

"That’s the point, Laura," I growled, my hips beginning to grind against her lips again, forcing her to engage. "Let it consume you!"

"Don’t fight it... Fight me instead."

I resumed the rhythm, alternating between grinding my cock between her breasts and plunging it back into her mouth, forcing her to adapt, to learn, to rise to the challenge.

The room was filled with the obscene sounds of our coupling: the wet squelch of her cleavage, the desperate sucking noises of her mouth, and her increasingly broken, high-pitched moans that signaled she was already teetering on the edge of another abyss.

The sensation of her tongue swirling around my tip while her breasts squeezed my shaft was pushing me toward the precipice.

My vision was swimming in gold and crimson. I could feel the pressure building behind my balls, a volcanic force that demanded release, but I wasn’t ready to end this on her mouth alone.

I wanted to see her marked. I wanted to claim her completely.

"Time out, Laura," I gasped, my voice cracking with the strain of restraint. "Stop."

"Just... stop for a second."

She pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, her chest heaving. "Why?"

"What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice thick with confusion and residual arousal. "Did I do... anything wrong?"

"Good result... You’re too good at that," I growled, a feral grin splitting my face as I pulled away from her mouth. "If you keep that up, I’m going to cum before I can show you what I really want to do."

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, straddling her torso so my cock was once again buried deep in the valley of her tits. "I want to see it on you."

"I want to see my mark all over your pretty face and these massive tits."

Her eyes widened, a flash of shock crossing her features before being replaced by something far more dangerous: hunger.

"You’re insatiable," she whispered, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she arched her chest upward, presenting herself to me like an offering at an altar. "Then do it... Stop talking and show me."

"With pleasure."

I abandoned all pretense of gentleness. I went into overdrive.

My hips became a piston, driving my cock between her breasts with devastating speed and force.

Slap squelch, slap squelch, slap squelch.

The sound was rhythmic, violent, and obscene. Each time I thrust forward, I reached down and grabbed her nipples again, yanking them upward, stretching the sensitive flesh to its absolute limit.

"AAAAHHHHH! OH GOD, ROLAND!" Laura screamed, her voice echoing off the infirmary walls. "Yes! Harder!"

"Fuck my tits~! Nngh... ahhh!"

Her training had taught her discipline, but this was something else. This was a different kind of battlefield, one where surrender was the only victory.

The roughness of it wasn’t hurting her, but it was igniting her. Her inner walls were already dripping from her earlier climax, and now she was bucking beneath me, her thighs shaking so violently I could feel the tremors through my own bones.

She was learning... learning that being overpowered could feel more exhilarating than being in control.

And then... I could feel it.

The dam was breaking.

The muscles in my thighs locked up, and my breath came in ragged, animalistic snarls. My entire body coiled like a spring about to snap.

"Laura... I’m--" I choked out, my hips stuttering as I delivered three final, punishing thrusts. "Shit...!" I’m cumming! Fuuuck...! I’m cumming!"

"OH!" Laura’s eyes went wide as she saw the expression on my face, her own climax beginning to ripple through her again.

Then, it happened.

"GAAGHHHH!" A guttural roar tore from my throat as my body convulsed.

SPLUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTTT~!

The first jet of hot, thick semen erupted from the tip of my cock with enough force to make me gasp.

It hit her cheek with a wet splat, then another stream arced through the air, painting her forehead and streaming down between her eyes.

The pressure didn’t stop because I kept pumping, unleashing a massive, relentless torrent that splattered across the swell of her breasts, coating the pale skin in white, viscous streaks.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Laura cried out, not in pain, but in a pure, overwhelmed sensation as she watched the liquid cascade over her.

I collapsed forward against her for a moment, my forehead resting against hers as my breathing gradually slowed from roars to panting. I let out a long, satisfied laugh, a deep, throaty sound of triumph.

"Fuck... that was... incredible."

Slowly, I pulled myself out of the valley of her cleavage. I sat back on her thighs, watching the aftermath.

My cock, still massive and throbbing with residual heat, glistened as I withdrew.

Laura lay there, utterly wrecked. Her face was streaked with white liquid... her lips were parted, breathing in short, shallow gasps.

Her breasts were slick and shining, the semen pooling in the cleavage I had just been ravaging. A strange, exotic aroma filled the space between us: the musky, salty scent of spent passion mixed with her own sweet arousal.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused, staring at the mess I had made of her. She reached up a shaking hand, touching a droplet of cum on her cheek, then bringing it to her lips.

She tasted herself and me, a slow blink passing over her lashes.

"You really are... a monster," she whispered, but there was no venom in it this time.

Only wonder.