Chapter 72: Volume 1- [ - 73 ]
“KUAAAANGH — HIIIIEENGH — NNNNGH—!!”
Her eyes rolled. The Touch Amplification and the Pleasure Mapping and the Pheromone Aura and the Tongue Mastery and the Deep Control — all of them, working together, turning her body into an instrument that I was playing with the skill of a master musician.
[ Vaginal intercourse — rough (Heroine-tier: Seraphine Durnheim) — 300 pts ]
[ Deep Control — orgasm triggered — 50 pts ]
I changed positions. Flipped her — face down, ass up, doggy style. Her breasts swung with each impact, the nipples dragging against the sheets, the friction adding another dimension to the pleasure.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PHACK! PHACK!
“HAANGH — HAAANGH — I CANNOT — PLEASE — MY — INSIDES — THEY ARE — MELTING—”
I pulled out. Lifted her. Carried her to the table — the small table by the window, the one that held the washbasin. I set her on the edge, lifted one leg — the muscular, warrior’s leg, the calf hard from years of marching — and pushed back in.
The angle was different. Deeper. The head drove against her front wall, the pressure on her G-spot — identified by the Pleasure Mapping — constant and direct. Her back arched, her hands gripping the table edge, her breasts rising as her chest lifted.
“NO — NOT THERE — THAT SPOT — IT IS — SOMETHING IS — HAAAANGH—”
She came. The orgasm was explosive — her entire body seizing, her pussy clamping, her juices spraying across my thighs. I did not stop. Fucked her through it, the rhythm maintained, the stimulation unbroken.
I switched again. The bed. Her on top — straddling me, her hands on my chest, her hips moving without instruction, the body taking over, the rhythm instinctive. Her breasts swayed above me — full, heavy, the pink nipples pointing downward, the areolas darkened with arousal.
I grabbed them. Both hands, sinking into the flesh, the Touch Amplification making the squeeze a detonation. She screamed, her back arching, her hips grinding, her pussy clenching.
“MY LORD — I — I CANNOT — IT IS TOO — MY BODY — I AM—”
[ Breast stimulation — rough (Heroine-tier) — 150 pts × 2 = 300 pts ]
[ Female-superior position — 100 pts ]
[ Orgasm — female (Heroine-tier) — 200 pts ]
The points cascaded. The system chimed every thirty seconds, each notification a small, golden bell that I could hear even through the screams and the slapping and the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies meeting.
I flipped her again. The floor. Her back against the rug, her legs over my shoulders, the mating press. Deep, brutal, punishing — the kind of sex that was not making love but marking territory.
“PLEASE — HAAANGH — I CANNOT — ANYMORE — IT IS — TOO — MUCH—”
I pulled out. Stood. My cock — slick with her fluids, the head dripping — hung in front of her face. She was on the floor, on her knees, her eyes at the level of my groin.
“Open,” I said.
She trembled. Looked up. Her yellow eyes — wet, dazed, the hawk-gaze replaced by something softer, something broken — found mine. She opened her mouth.
I pushed in. Her lips stretched around the head — the same cock that had been inside her pussy, coated with her juices and my cum. The taste — the flavor of her own arousal mixed with my seed — hit her tongue, and her eyes rolled.
I held her hair. Fucked her mouth. The rhythm was the same as with Elwen — deep, thrusting, the head pushing into her throat, the gag reflex firing, the sounds filling the room.
“Gllck — gllck — mmmph — gllck—”
“Good girl,” I said, and the words were a reward, a training cue, the kind of praise that the Dirty Whisper skill amplified into a hypnotic suggestion that sank into her subconscious and took root.
Her eyes rolled. Her hands found my ass — the muscular, gauntleted-cheeks, the cheeks of a fighter — and gripped. Her nails dug in, pulling me deeper, the motion instinctive, the body overriding the mind.
I came. The climax was explosive — the semen flooding her mouth, her throat, overflowing from her lips, running from her nose. She coughed, gagged, the cum spraying across her chin, her breasts, her stomach.
I pulled out. Stroked my cock. The final spurts — thick, white, copious — landed on her face, painting her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
[ Facial (Heroine-tier: Seraphine Durnheim) — 250 pts ]
[ Oral creampie (Heroine-tier) — 300 pts ]
She fell backward. Landed on the floor. Lay there — spread, marked, covered in cum, her body twitching with the aftershocks of a dozen orgasms, her pussy swollen and red and leaking, her mouth open, her tongue extended, the cum pooling on her lips.
[ Session Total — Seraphine Durnheim (Heroine-tier) ]
[ Virgin defloration — 1,000 pts ]
[ Cunnilingus — 200 pts ]
[ Vaginal intercourse (multiple positions, extended) — 800 pts ]
[ Creampie — 400 pts ]
[ Breast stimulation (multiple) — 600 pts ]
[ Oral intercourse — 300 pts ]
[ Facial — 250 pts ]
[ Multiple female orgasms — 600 pts ]
[ Dirty Whisper — emotional dependency forming — 100 pts bonus ]
[ Imprint — 24hr emotional dependency — pending activation ]
[ Session Total: 4,250 pts ]
[ Previous balance: 705 pts ]
[ New Balance: 4,955 pts ]
I stared at the number. Four thousand, nine hundred and fifty-five points. From one woman. From one session. The Heroine-tier multiplier had turned a single fuck into a jackpot.
The door knocked.
“Lord?” Sera’s voice, soft, tentative. “Are you all right? We have brought food for you.”
I looked down at Seraphine. At her body — sprawled, marked, her breasts heaving, her pussy leaking, her face covered in cum. At her yellow eyes — half-closed, dazed, the eyes of a woman who had been fucked into a state that existed somewhere between consciousness and sleep.
I smirked. The points sat in my account. The Infinite Torrent — the skill that would eliminate the refractory period permanently — cost two thousand five hundred points. I had enough. I purchased it.
The skill activated. A warmth spread through my groin — the chemical, systemic sensation of a biological limit being erased. The refractory period — the natural cooldown that every man experiences after orgasm, the body’s enforced rest — vanished. My cock, which had been softening, hardened. Rose. Stood rigid, ready, the head swollen, the shaft thick.
Seraphine’s eyes found it. Widened.
“How —” she whispered, her voice raw. “I thought those things cannot—”
“They can,” I said. “With the right incentive.”
The door knocked again. “Lord? Are you—”
I looked at the door. At Seraphine. At my cock.
The smirk widened.
‘What better way to farm points than a threesome?’
I looked at the door. At the sisters behind it.
‘Or a foursome?’
“Come in,” I said.
The door opened.