Chapter 39: Kneel
Esmeray couldn't stop talking about the church.
"My Lord, please, let me spread your greatness. The Tower's inhabitants must worship you."
Ethan exhaled, rubbing his temple. "I already told you—you can do whatever you want. Why are you still pestering me?"
"Because!" she insisted, "you haven't given it a name. I cannot name it myself, my Lord!"
Stubborn woman.
"Mister !! Anita wants to be your follower too." Anita excitedly said, with her golden eyes gleamed as if finally found her purpose.
Sigh.
"Wait until we reach the tenth floor," he relented. "Then, I'll decide."
Esmeray's lips curled into a pleased smile, but there was something else in her eyes. Something far darker.
Hunger. Desire. Lust.
She took a step toward him. Then another.
Anita still sat beside him, but Esmeray's voice turned sweet as honey. "Anita, you just received a new body. Don't you want to explore? To Play?"
Anita looked at Esmeray with a suspicious eye, for a split of a second you can see her childish act gone.
But she came back to her usual self instantly.
The small girl blinked innocently. "Oh!" As if realizing she hadn't moved, she jumped up. "I'll go now! Mister, I'll be careful!"
She ran into the forest.
Silence.
Esmeray turned to Ethan, her crimson eyes burning with desire. "My Lord," she whispered, "would you like to taste the body you created?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She had waited for too long. Her body demanded it.
With deliberate slowness, she reached behind her back, unfastened her dress, and let it slide down her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
Ethan's breath hitched.
Black lace. Smooth, unblemished skin. Ample, perky breasts barely restrained by her bra. Wide hips, thick thighs, a sinful curve to her waist. She was built to tempt.
His body reacted instantly. His cock hardened against his pants, the tightness almost painful.
She noticed.
Her lips curled.
But Ethan wouldn't let her have the advantage.
"Kneel." His voice was thick with desire.
A shudder ran through her. This is the first time a man dared to talk her like this. She was a goddess, a being of pride and power.
No one dared.
But when she looked at Ethan, at how he is treating her like she is worth nothing by telling her to kneel, something in her awakened.
A side of her she didn't know.
So she obeyed instinctively. She surrendered herself.
She kneeled.
Ethan's belt hit the ground with a soft clink. He pulled himself free, and Esmeray inhaled sharply.
Her pupils dilated. "By the gods…"
His cock was massive.
Thick, veined, and impossibly hard, standing at a proud nine inches. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, her core pulsing at the mere sight.
"Grab it."
She swallowed and obeyed, her fingers trembling as she wrapped around the base, marveling at the weight, the heat of it.
"Open your mouth."
She parted her lips.
Ethan grabbed the back of her head and pushed.
Her eyes widened as he forced himself into her throat, stretching her mouth to its limit. She gagged, her nails digging into his thighs as he held her there.
"Breathe through your nose," he ordered.
Her lashes fluttered. She did as he said.
Then he began to move.
Slow, at first. Then faster.
Her moans vibrated around his cock, her saliva dripping down her chin, making an absolute mess of herself. But she didn't care.
She was a succubus now. She was made for this. She choose this race especially for this.
"Good girl," Ethan groaned, his grip tightening. "Take it all."
Ethan is feeling a strange feeling. The feeling of dominating a past goddess makes his dick harder.
He didn't hold back. He thrust deep, forcing her to swallow him completely, the wet sounds of her gagging echoing in the forest.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but the arousal pooling between her legs was unbearable.
"Fuck, you look so good like this," he growled, forcing himself down her throat one last time.
His release hit hard.
Esmeray choked, her eyes rolling back as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth. Some of it dripped down her chin, but she quickly scooped it up with her fingers, licking every last drop.
She looked up at him, her pupils blown wide.
She realized. Her faith, her reverence to him extended even to her body, to her whole being.
Her soul is his. Her heart is his. Her mind is his. Her Body is his.
She craved him.
"More," she begged.
Ethan smirked. "Get up."
She did, swaying slightly, her body already trembling with need.
But before she could say another word, he spun her around and bent her over, her ass pressing against his cock.
She gasped.
His hands slid down her back, gripping the soft flesh of her ass, kneading it roughly. Then, without warning, he hooked his fingers into her panties and yanked them down.
The sight nearly made him lose control.
Her pussy was drenched. Slick, pink, glistening with arousal.
"So wet already?" His voice was dark with amusement.
She whimpered. "Please, my Lord… don't tease me."
He smirked. "Spread your legs."
She obeyed instantly, and he wasted no time.
A single finger slid inside her with ease.
"Ah—!"
Then another.
Her walls clenched around him as he pumped in and out, his thumb circling her swollen clit.
She was shaking.
"Master—please—!"
But he wasn't satisfied yet.
Three fingers. Then four.
Her moans turned into cries, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Then, without warning—
"AHHH!"
Her orgasm hit violently, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices dripping down her thighs.
She collapsed against him, panting, barely able to stand.
But Ethan wasn't done.
He positioned himself behind her, lining his cock up with her entrance.
"Wait—!" she gasped, "I just came, I—"
"You can take it," he growled. "You were made for this right ? You were tempted me since the first time we met. It's time to take responsibilities."
Then he slammed into her. His big dick penetrated her wet pussy.
"OH FUCK—!"
Her scream echoed through the trees.
She was tight. Almost unbearably so. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, milking him, drawing him in deeper.
Ethan groaned, gripping her hips as he set a brutal pace.
PAP. PAP. PAP.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air.
Esmeray was gone. Her mind shattered with pleasure, her tongue lolling from her mouth as Ethan fucked her relentlessly.
"So deep! Master—you're too deep—!"
Ethan's dick pounded her hard without mercy.
"You love it," he growled. "Say it."
"I love it! I love your cock, my Lord! Please—please don't stop—!"
Her pussy spasmed. Another orgasm hit, and Ethan felt her tighten impossibly around him.
But he wasn't done.
He flipped her onto her back, pressing her legs to her chest. Her eyes widened. "W-wait, I—AHH!"
He buried himself to the hilt, fucking her even deeper.
Her nails raked down his back, her legs trembling.
"Master—I'm going to—!"
"Cum for me, my slut."
She shattered.
Her entire body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her harder than any before.
Ethan groaned, feeling her squeeze around him, and with a final thrust, he spilled inside her.
Thick, hot ropes of cum filled her, overflowing as he stayed buried inside her, both of them panting.
Minutes passed.
Then, Esmeray giggled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
"Anita… what if she sees us?"
Ethan scoffed. "You think I'm an idiot? I made a time-space barrier. Outside, only five minutes have passed."
Her eyes darkened in lust.
Esmeray had completed submitted herself.
She smirked.
She slid on top of him, placing his dick at the entrance of her pussy.
"Then we still have time, my Lord."
Ethan grinned.
"Of course, my demoness."
He thrust his dick in.
—End of Chapter 39—