My Pervert Sytem

The heavy leather combat belt hit the damp stone floor with a resounding metallic clatter that echoed deeply into the dark tunnels of the ancestral catacombs.

Leon stood between the parted knees of the fiercely disciplined Head Maid with a blazing hunger burning in his dark eyes.

He pulled down the front of his trousers to free his heavy rigid length into the freezing subterranean air. The sheer intimidating heat radiating from his flesh formed a stark contrast to the biting chill of the underground vault.

Beatrice stared at his formidable size with her icy blue eyes blown wide in raw astonishment. Her breath hitched erratically in her throat as her chest heaved against the thin silk of her blue brassiere.

She had spent years commanding legions of servants and enforcing the strictest rules of House Sterling yet she was currently rendered speechless by the raw masculine authority standing over her.

The rugged muscular frame of her attendant loomed like an immovable mountain in the flickering torchlight.

Leon did not rush the delicate process of breaking down her remaining professional walls.

He firmly gripped her slender ankles and pulled her hips down until they rested flush against the edge of the ancient stone altar.

He hooked his fingers into the delicate waistband of her sheer white panties and dragged the fragile fabric down her toned legs.

He tossed the undergarment aside to fully expose her slick soaking wet heat to the cool ambient drafts of the cavern.

The scent of her intense arousal washed over him and proved just how desperately she had been craving this moment.

Leon leaned forward and placed his large warm hands firmly on her bare thighs. The localized heat of his palms sank deep into her shivering skin causing her to let out a soft breathless whine.

"You spend your days forcing everyone else to follow your strict schedules Beatrice," Leon murmured in a deep resonant whisper that sent a jolt of electricity straight down her spine. "But down here in the dark you do not have to think about ledgers or noble politics. Your only duty is to please me."

He unclasped the front of her sheer silk brassiere and pushed the delicate fabric aside to free her heavy generous breasts.

The freezing air caused her highly sensitive peaks to tighten instantly.

Leon lowered his head and captured one of her straining peaks between his lips. He drew the soft flesh into his mouth with a firm agonizingly slow pull while swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerve endings.

Beatrice violently arched her spine off the cold masonry and dug her fingernails into his broad muscular shoulders. She let out a loud scandalous gasp that bounced off the surrounding stone sarcophagi.

Her pristine facade melted into a puddle of eager desperation as he relentlessly suckled her skin.

He moved his mouth across her chest to lavish the same grueling attention on her other breast while his right hand slowly trailed down her flat stomach.

He found her slick entrance and boldly slid two long fingers deep inside her tight wet core.

The strict Head Maid shrieked softly and clamped her athletic thighs around his wrist.

The sudden intrusive stretch combined with the masterful dexterity of his probing fingers sent a torrential wave of blinding pleasure crashing through her exhausted mind.

Leon thrust his fingers in a steady rhythmic motion while his thumb mercilessly circled the swollen bundle of nerves resting at her entrance.

"Tell me how good this feels," Leon demanded smoothly while increasing the grueling pace of his manual assault.

"It feels incredible," Beatrice sobbed incoherently thrashing her head against the hard stone surface.

Her wire rimmed glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of her nose framing her flushed tear stained face in a highly endearing manner.

"Please Leon. I cannot bear the waiting anymore. Just give it to me."

He withdrew his slick fingers and stood up straight to admire the beautiful ruined mess he had made of the Ice Queen.

Her silver hair was splayed wildly across the ancient altar and her lips were swollen from her own nervous biting.

She looked up at him with an expression of profound undeniable devotion.

Leon guided the blunt head of his rigid length against her soaking wet entrance. He braced his hands on the stone altar right beside her head and drove his hips forward with a firm steady thrust.

He breached her tight threshold in one fluid devastating motion sinking to the hilt and burying himself deeply inside her scorching heat.

Beatrice threw her head back and let out a long drawn out wail of pure euphoria.

The thick intimidating pressure filled her empty womb and stretched her inner walls to their absolute limits.

She wrapped her long athletic legs high around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back to ensure he could not retreat a single inch.

Her internal muscles spasmed and clamped down around his flesh gripping him with a crushing vice like pressure that nearly shattered his ironclad control.

Leon gritted his teeth and established a slow grueling rhythm designed to maximize the intense friction. The physical disparity between his monstrous strength and her delicate form was staggering.

Every time he drove his hips forward the heavy slap of his flesh meeting hers echoed like a rhythmic drumbeat inside the secluded vault.

He pounded into her with ruthless primal aggression. Beatrice took every single punishing stroke with unbridled enthusiasm.

Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with the forceful impacts and her loud continuous moans formed a chaotic symphony of uninhibited lust.

She tightened her inner walls and desperately milked his rigid length pushing him closer to the breaking point.

The agonizing slow burn of their dangerous relationship had officially erupted into a raging inferno. Leon utilized his massive Agility to increase the blurring speed of his thrusts driving the fierce swordswoman straight past her physical limits.

"I am close," Beatrice wept shamelessly into the cold air her icy blue eyes rolling back into her head as her body began to violently seize.

Leon felt the familiar intense pressure building at the base of his spine. He unleashed a rapid succession of punishing shallow thrusts striking her deepest internal sweet spot with lethal accuracy.

Beatrice shattered spectacularly. Her spine arched forcefully off the hard stone and a deafening shriek tore from her throat as a massive explosive climax ripped through her nervous system.

Instead of finishing deep inside her ruined core Leon smoothly grabbed her wide hips and forcefully pulled himself out at the very last possible second.

He let out a harsh guttural groan and unloaded a massive scalding wave of his release directly over her toned stomach and her heaving breasts.

The hot thick fluid splattered across her pale skin creating a stark beautiful contrast against the freezing damp environment of the catacombs.

He stood over her panting heavily while she rode out the intense aftershocks of her shattering climax.

Beatrice lay limp against the ancient masonry covered in his sticky seed and looking like a thoroughly conquered woman who had finally found the dominant force she always craved.