As if to ease the discomfort, Ai's core diligently secreted more nectar, slickening Kagura's member. He marveled at the wonder of the female form—so tight, yet gliding with uncanny ease, each thrust a bone-melting delight, her body responding with adorable twitches.
Truly, women are the finest gift to men.
The growing abundance of her juices made the sounds of his thrusts increasingly lascivious. Catching Ai's mocking, disdainful gaze, Kagura burned with the desire to outlast her, to drive her to climax or beg for mercy before he released.
"Listen, Ai… your core is singing," he teased.
"Tch…" Ai shot him a glare, barely holding her composure. "That's merely… a physiological response. As expected of a virgin—so clumsy… utterly unsatisfying…"
—Master Kagura, ravage this shameless, lustful maid.
"Unsatisfying? Hmph, then I'll make it hurt!"
Kagura pressed himself against Ai, lifting her into his arms and standing at the bedside. His arms hooked under her knees, hands gripping the supple flesh of her rear. Ai clung to his neck, her legs tensing.
Born into such a family, Kagura had been rigorously trained in physical endurance from childhood. Ai, tasked with protecting the heir, was equally skilled and robust. Maintaining this position was effortless for them.
Gravity tugged Ai's body downward, but Kagura's arms, braced beneath her hips, lifted her before letting her sink heavily with each motion. Ai, already exerting herself below, clamped even tighter, unable to withstand the ferocious impacts. The mix of pain and numbness overwhelmed her. Reason warned that persisting would unravel her, yet her body, as if addicted, craved his relentless thrusts, yearning for him to breach her very womb.
*Schlick—schlick—schlick…*
In this stance, Kagura's pace was measured but deep, each thrust deliberate and forceful. Ai endured at first, but soon, unable to bear it, she sank her teeth into his shoulder to stifle shameful cries—she refused to let him see her smug triumph.
Though unspoken, Kagura understood. He carried her, thrusting as he walked, until he pinned her back against the wall. Caught between him and the unyielding surface, Ai could scarcely breathe. In that confined space, Kagura gripped her hips, pounding with a ferocity that seemed intent on shattering her womb.
"Nngh… ngh…"
At last, Ai's body stiffened, her bite on his shoulder loosening. Her legs, braced on his arms, trembled tautly before going limp, her frame slumping against his shoulder as she gasped for air.
Kagura knew she had climaxed but, respecting her pride, refrained from pointing it out. He continued thrusting, licking her sensitive neck until she peaked again. Only then did he clutch her rear as if to crush it, flooding her depths with thick, searing seed.
His first release inside a woman's core was transcendent, numbing his scalp. No wonder men deemed this a rite of passage.
His essence filled Ai's core, mingling with her nectar and spilling from their union, dripping onto the floor between his legs.
"You vile master… you certainly can unload…" Ai, recovering from their shared climax, panted while he still savored the singular release.
To release inside a stunning, mixed-blood beauty, bare, directly into her womb, with mutual affection—could there be anything more sublime?
Kagura's legs nearly gave out before he stopped. Ai's abdomen swelled slightly from his volume. His member showed no sign of softening, but holding her grew taxing. Keeping their bodies joined, he maneuvered her back to the bed.
As he withdrew, a dizzying rush hit him. A torrent of thick, murky seed gushed from her newly deflowered core, its entrance flushed and plump with excitement, twitching as if loath to let the essence escape.
Ai's fingers darted to her core, dipping into the flow like a brush in ink. Under Kagura's gaze, she provocatively met his eyes, slipping her coated fingers into her mouth, licking them clean with deliberate relish.
"What's wrong… my perverse master already spent? Well, for earlier's sake, I'll grudgingly admit you're not a three-second man," Ai said, licking the last of the seed from her fingers before shaking her head with a cold huff. "The taste is as dreadful as ever~"
As ever? Kagura saw through her facade—her eyes and expression betrayed her enjoyment. Ai, having entered puberty before him, was his sole, tangible sexual awakener. He vividly recalled her delight when she first brought him to release, swallowing every drop, coaxing him to climax thrice that night, cleaning him each time.
"Dreadful, yet you savor it so eagerly," Kagura quipped, catching his breath. Half-kneeling, he presented his member, slick with their mingled fluids, to her lips. Ai spat playfully, shooting him a defiant glance before engulfing it, meticulously cleaning every crevice.
"Hah…" Task complete, Ai reclined, curling her legs into an M-shape. Her hands framed her ravaged core, fingers spreading it to reveal the flushed, pink interior still oozing their combined essence. With a wicked smirk, she tilted her head. "Don't you adore my scent, Master Kagura? Care to taste it now?"
"I love your scent, but I can't stomach mine. You're just goading me, you wretch!" Kagura retorted, grabbing her ankles to straighten her legs and flipping her over by the waist.
Ai let out a smug chuckle. "Oh, yes, I'm goading you. I helped you shed your virginity, Master Kagura. No thanks, and I can't even tease you a bit?"
*Smack!* Kagura snatched the discarded belt and struck her rear, this time with a touch more force. But Ai's pain tolerance was formidable; she stifled any cry, turning to sneer, "Hmph, that's it? Keep going. Haven't eaten, Master Kagura?"
"Forget eating—I'll devour you!"
Tossing the belt aside, Kagura braced his left knee by her left thigh, his right near her other leg, straddling her. He hiked her skirt to expose her thighs and rear, parting her cheeks to press his freshly cleaned member against her petal-like, seed-dripping core.
"From behind? Your tastes are barely above a mongrel's~" Ai taunted.
"Call me a mongrel? Then you're the bitch," Kagura shot back, steadying his unyielding member at her slick entrance.
Even just teasing the tip felt divine. Reflecting that he'd been too hasty before, he resolved to savor her slowly this time, entering with deliberate restraint.
Having taken her from the front, now from behind, Ai felt a private pang of nerves. Past experiments with toys had taught her this angle was her weakness, but she'd never admit it. Instead, she playfully raised a foot, tapping his back like a drum. "What's this, Master Kagura? So slow now—too comfy inside me, afraid you'll finish too soon? Though, second rounds usually take longer~"
Her crude provocation didn't faze him. He pressed in fully, relishing the contact with her cervix, then unzipped her maid dress with a swift *zip*, revealing her white bra's back clasp. Sweating from their fervent coupling, Ai sighed in relief as he unhooked it. Twisting slightly, she allowed his right hand to slip beneath, through the bra's gap, to cup her heated, damp right breast.
His fingers brushed her padding—Ai's B-cup chest, enhanced to a C with inserts. Kagura nearly laughed, but Ai, sensing his amusement, cut in, "Laugh at the maid who freed you from virginity, Master Kagura? Really?"
"My apologies," he said, pinching her already pert nipple between his index and middle fingers, his hand enveloping her breast, kneading gently. Leaning forward, he kissed her passionately as she turned her face.
His hips rocked slowly, his member gliding within her core with small, deliberate thrusts. But this was Ai's undoing—the slick, post-climax stickiness made his gentle motions effortless, and within dozens of strokes, she faltered, her kisses growing distracted.
"Oh… you lewd maid, you love this, don't you?" Kagura teased, lightly rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger, nearly drawing a cry. Biting her arm to stifle it, she glared back, humiliated. "Since you chose this beastly, shameful mating posture, why not rut like a beast?"
"Are you daft? I'm no fool. This is best when we both enjoy it. You're my companion of years, the one who ended my virginity. I had my fun the first time; this time, I want you to feel good too… Seems you're quite fond of this."
He began nibbling her flushed earlobe.
"Nngh… ngh…" Ai's body trembled, at first faintly, but as Kagura's triple assault—thrusts, nipple play, and ear bites—intensified, her legs kicked as if struggling. Her mouth clamped onto the pillow, her body rigid like a dried fish.
Seconds later, she collapsed with a *thud*, her breaths furtive and suppressed.
Kagura held still. Though her upper mouth stayed silent, her lower one gripped him fiercely, clenching erratically as if eager to milk his second release.
He wasn't ready to finish.
"Such dreadful technique… boasting about pleasing me? I think you're just using me to pleasure yourself," Ai murmured, numb from her climax.
"Oh? The 'tool' didn't finish, but the 'sleeve' climaxed?" Kagura asked, licking her earlobe with a wicked grin.
"You're quite the dreamer," Ai shot back, unyielding.
So, Kagura leisurely brought her to climax twice more. By her third, he grew restless with the slow pace. Seizing her peak, he gripped her waist, ignoring her ears and breasts, and treated the defiant Ai like a vessel for his lust, pounding her slick, heated core with abandon.
The abrupt shift from tender to ferocious caught Ai mid-climax, her pleas drowned by a string of lewd moans. Panicking, she tried to silence herself, but her body betrayed her, becoming an instrument of debauchery, its strings plucked by the friction of flesh, yielding a symphony of lascivious groans.
Hearing Ai's rare, lust-drunk moans thrilled Kagura, no superhuman himself. His scalp tingled, blood surging downward, signaling an imminent release. He slid both hands under her bra, fiercely gripping her modest but supple breasts, and, half-choking, half-growling, drove his member to her core's depths, flooding her ravenous cervix with torrents of thick seed.
Their bodies fused, protrusions and hollows interlocking in primal harmony. Man above, woman below, seeding her womb in a violent act of conquest—the most ancient male dominion over female flesh.
Kagura lost track of how long this release lasted, only aware that his member still twitched inside her long after. Ai, overwhelmed by pleasure and "torment," wept softly, tears soaking her arm.
After an eternity, Ai weakly kicked upward, grumbling, "As expected, a beast at heart…"
"Thank you…" Kagura, utterly sated, released her tender breasts, embracing her waist.
"If you're thanking me, could you pull out first? And you're heavy… trying to smother me? It's not assault; no need to silence me."
"Heh… it's too good inside you. I'm loath to withdraw. One more round?"
"Pathetic technique, yet such an addict. Hah… hah…" Ai panted, shaking him off with a wiggle.
Kagura had her clean him orally, then took her in missionary, finishing on her face and hair. They paused, as dinner loomed and his thrice-sated desire was marginally quelled.
Ordinarily, Ai would attend his bath, but time pressed. He sent her to her room's bathroom, adjacent to his, to wash separately and hasten.
Though discreet, the ruined bedsheets were a mess. Another maid, tasked with cleaning, would surely notice and report to his mother.