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The air in the room was thick with the scent of jasmine oil, arousal, and spent passion. Mrs. Kim lay boneless and radiant, a living testament to the worship she had received.
But the night was far from over. My gaze swept over the other four women, their eyes dark with a mixture of anticipation and a new, raw hunger born from witnessing Mrs. Kim's climax.
"Now," I said, my voice resonating with calm authority, "the symphony begins. You will all feel me, in every way you need."
I moved to Mrs. Lee first, who was still blindfolded, her other senses screamingly alive. I didn't lead her to the floor; I turned her to face the room, her back to my chest.
"Let them watch you be filled," I whispered into her ear, my hands gripping her hips. I was already hard, aching. I guided myself to her slick, waiting entrance. "Let them see how beautifully you take me."
I entered her in one slow, inexorable thrust, burying myself to the hilt. A sharp, guttural cry was torn from her lips, her head falling back against my shoulder. The blindfold made her surrender absolute, her world reduced to the feeling of being stretched and filled, and the sound of her own ragged moans.
"Now, watch yourselves," I commanded the others, my eyes locking with theirs as I began to move. My thrusts were deep and rhythmic, my pelvis grinding against her with every push. One of my hands slid around to her front, my fingers finding her swollen clit with unerring accuracy, rubbing tight, frantic circles.
"They see your pleasure, Mrs. Lee," I grunted, my pace quickening. "They see how your body welcomes me."
She was sobbing now, her composure not just shattered but atomized. "Samuel! I'm... again... please!"
Her second orgasm was a violent, screaming release. Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vise, milking me as she convulsed in my arms. The sight of it, the feel of it, pushed me to my own edge. With a final, deep thrust, I spilled into her, my own groan joining her cries.
I held her tightly as we both shuddered through the aftershocks, my release pulsing deep within her. I gently withdrew, leaving her trembling and fulfilled, a visible testament to her own desire for exposure.
Without a word, I turned to Mrs. Min, who was still kneeling, her posture perfect but her eyes wide with need. The scent of her own arousal, and now mine, filled the air around her.
"Your control is magnificent," I said, stroking her hair. "Now, you will lose it completely. On your hands and knees."
She moved with readiness. I positioned myself behind her, admiring the elegant curve of her back, the perfect globes of her ass, her glistening pussy, already weeping for touch. I ran the head of my still-hard cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her essence, teasing her entrance.
"May I come, Samuel?" she begged, her voice strained.
"Not until I say." I drove into her, and her carefully maintained silence broke with a sharp cry. Her pussy was incredibly tight, a hot, silken glove gripping me. I set a punishing, steady pace, each thrust a deliberate act of possession. My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
I reached beneath her, my fingers finding her sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them until she was mewling with every thrust. "You are being so good for me," I praised, and she sobbed, pushing back against me desperately.
The combination of the deep, penetrating thrusts and the relentless stimulation of her nipples was driving her mad. Her body began to tremble, her control fraying at the edges.
"Now, Mrs. Min," I commanded, my voice rough. "Come for me."
The permission was her undoing. A scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm exploded, her body seizing and bucking against mine. Her pussy clenched around me in rapid, rhythmic pulses, pulling a second, powerful orgasm from me.
I filled her with a guttural roar, my own release syncing with the final waves of hers. She collapsed forward, her body spent, every ounce of her discipline used up and rewarded.
I helped a dazed but smiling Mrs. Suh to her feet. "Now, for your secret," I murmured, leading her to a large, upholstered armchair. I sat down, pulling her onto my lap, so she was straddling me. My rigid length pressed against her stomach.
"This is yours," I said, guiding me to her entrance. "Take what you need. Own this pleasure."
She sank down onto me with a slow, shuddering sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she took me all in. Her breasts, full and heavy with dark, pebbled nipples, were level with my face. I leaned forward and took one into my mouth, sucking deeply, my tongue licking the tight peak.
"Samuel," she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair.
"Ride me," I urged against her skin. "Show me how much you need to be owned."
She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual grind that was uniquely hers. This was not a frantic pounding, but a deep, connected claiming. I worshiped her breasts with my mouth and hands, switching between them, sucking and kneading until she was crying out with every movement.
"My secret," she panted, her rhythm becoming faster, more urgent. "That I... I belong to this... to you..."
I gripped her hips, helping her find a harder, deeper pace. "And I to your pleasure," I growled.
I felt the telltale flutters deep inside her. I slammed her down onto me, holding her there as her orgasm washed over her—a deep, rolling, internal quake that made her bury her face in my neck and sob my name.
I held her through it, my own climax a hot, claiming rush that filled her, sealing the secret we now shared. We stayed like that, joined and breathing heavily, for a long moment.
Finally, I turned to Ms. Choi. Her eyes were blazing with fierce desire and a challenge. She had watched it all, and her need was a living thing.
"No rules," I said to her, holding out my hand.
She took it, and I led her to the center of the room, laying her down on a pile of soft cushions. I covered her body with mine, our lips meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss. This was different—a battle and a ballet.
"I want to see you," she breathed, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"And you will." I positioned myself at her entrance, her wetness coating me. I pushed in slowly, my eyes locked on hers. Her pussy was a perfect, hot fit, gripping me eagerly.
I began to move, a slow, deep, grinding rhythm. Our bodies were flush, my chest against her breasts, my mouth on hers, then on her neck, then capturing a nipple, sucking it hard. She met my thrusts with her own, her hips rising to meet me, her nails scoring my back.
"Tell me what you want," I demanded, my voice husky.
"Harder," she gasped. "I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to remember this forever."
I nodded, my thrusts becoming powerful and ruthless, driving, each one a promise of remembrance. I slid a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my plunges.
"Look at me," I commanded. Her eyes, dark and wild, met mine. "You are magnificent."
The intimacy of the gaze, combined with the brutal, passionate rhythm, was too much. Her third orgasm tore through her, a raw, screaming release that made her back arch off the floor.
Her pussy clamped down on me with unbelievable force, and with a final, deep thrust, I joined her, my own release a torrent of heat and possession. I collapsed onto her, then quickly rolled, taking her with me so she lay on my chest, our hearts hammering against each other.
I looked over at Mrs. Kim. Her eyes were soft, but a new, confident fire burned within them. She had been watching, waiting, her body rested and re-sensitized.
I gently moved Ms. Choi to the side and pulled Mrs Kim over to me. I kissed her softly, deeply.
"The worship never ends," I whispered. I laid her back and moved between her legs. She was already wet again, her body humming with renewed anticipation.
This time, my entry was not slow, but a claiming of familiar, sacred ground. I moved within her with a deep, worshipful rhythm, my eyes holding hers. I whispered praises against her skin. "Perfect... beautiful... mine."
Her legs locked around me, pulling me deeper. She was so responsive, so open, her body welcoming me home. Her breasts, with their soft, pink nipples, were a landscape I adored. I lavished them with attention as I moved inside her, feeling her build towards another peak.
This orgasm was different from her first. It was not a shattering, but an ascension. It built slowly, a rising tide of pleasure that made her eyes roll back and a long, low, continuous moan of pure bliss flow from her lips.
Her body undulated beneath me, her pussy massaging my length in gentle, continuous waves that seemed to go on forever.
When she finally stilled, she was glowing, tears of absolute happiness tracking down her temples. I smiled down at her, my own body spent, my soul full.
The room was a tapestry of spent, beautiful women. Mrs. Lee, blindfolded and serene. Mrs. Min, disciplined and rewarded. Mrs. Suh, secretly claimed. Ms. Choi, passionately united. And Mrs. Kim, utterly worshipped.
I moved among them, covering them with soft blankets, placing a kiss on each forehead, a final whisper of praise for each. I had given each one a distinct, profound experience, and in doing so, had taken my own.
There was no jealousy, no neglect—only the shared, satiated silence of five women who had been seen, known, and pleasured beyond their wildest dreams.
Unbeknownst to the 5 of them that their slave mark appeared on all of their pussies at once and I could feel my strength increasing substantially as I felt once I'm done with the remaining 9 women I'll definitely reach s rank at the very least.
With that thought in mind I moved on to the next group, the night was still young and I was gonna make the most of it.
And just like that I fucked the remaining 9 women as well. They lay back down, completely exhausted from all the sex and desperation as each of the 14 women were blissfully sleeping, as Susan, Linda, Karen, Sarah and Diane placed blankets around their naked bodies just to make sure they didn't catch cold.
And with all of them having my cum deep in their womb, a slave mark appeared on their pussies, as I could feel the sudden surge of energy enveloping my body as I could feel I might actually be the strongest hunters in Korea.
The night was far from over, and with all 14 of them out of commission, and sleep completely away from my eyes, I went on using the remaining time till morning to fuck the shit out of Susan, Linda, Karen, Sarah and Diane as a reward for their devotion and hard work that I surpassed S rank in such a short time. However the morning held new surprises for me.
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