The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the small, soundproofed and scent-proofed room, a rhythm as relentless as the heat building between them. Zyrain's hands gripped Melissa's wide hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove himself deeper into her ass. Her body jolted with every thrust, her tanned skin glistening with sweat that pooled in the creases of her curves. Her short brown hair clung to her round face, damp and messy, as she let out a muffled cry into the sheets beneath her.
"Do you deserve this punishment, you dirty mutt?" Zyrain growled, his voice low and dripping with authority. His purple hair fell over his face, framing those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up. "Answer me."
Melissa whimpered, her almond-brown eyes fluttering shut as she tried to steady her breathing. "No, I didn't—she started it first!" she protested, her voice trembling. But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her, arching into him as he slammed into her again, the force of it making her toes curl.
Zyrain chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're such a fucking liar, Lissa. You know exactly what you did." He released her hair and grabbed her breasts instead, squeezing them roughly as he pulled her upright. Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel the heat of his skin searing into hers. "Look at you," he sneered, his hands roaming over her chubby frame. "Your fat little body was made for this. So easy to grab, so easy to fuck. You're nothing but a filthy co*cksleeve, aren't you?"
Melissa's breath hitched as his words cut through her, a mix of shame and arousal flooding her veins. She hated how much she loved it, how his cruel words made her clench around him even tighter. "Rainy, please—" she begged, her voice breaking.
"Please what?" he interrupted, his tone mocking. "You want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you harder, you greedy little slut?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he lifted her off the ground, her feet dangling as he held her by the thighs and pounded into her with brutal force. Her cries filled the room, raw and unfiltered, as he took her exactly the way he wanted.
Her mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, her body completely at his mercy. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes drinking in his ethereal beauty—the sharp angles of his face, the plumpness of his lips, the way his purple eyes burned with intensity. He was stunning, almost too perfect to be real, and yet here he was, using her like she was nothing more than a toy.
"Do you understand your wrongs now?" Zyrain demanded, his voice harsh as he dropped her onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud, her legs splayed open as he loomed over her. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back, bending her almost in half until her dripping pussy was fully exposed to him. The sight of her wetness seemed to ignite something in him, and he smirked down at her. "Look at you, so fucking desperate for it. You're a mess, Lissa."
She nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally gave in. "Yes, yes, I was wrong! I'm sorry, Rainy, I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her submission.
Zyrain's smirk widened as he positioned himself between her legs, his cock slick with her arousal. "Good girl," he purred, his tone shifting from cruel to almost affectionate. "Now tell me—did you drink the elixir like I told you to?"
Melissa nodded again, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Yes, I drank it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Zyrain's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. "Then let's see if this little cunt of yours can take my seed," he murmured against her mouth before thrusting into her with a force that made her scream.
Her walls clenched around him, tight and wet, as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. Every stroke was deliberate, every movement designed to drive her closer to the edge. He grabbed her hips again, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer, forcing himself deeper inside her.
"You feel that?" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "That's my cock filling you up, claiming you. You're mine, Lissa. Mine to fuck, mine to breed." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she moaned loudly, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her.
Zyrain's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. "You're going to take every drop of my cum, aren't you?" he demanded, his voice thick with need. "You're going to let me fill that tight little cunt until it's dripping with me."
Melissa could only nod, her body trembling as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core. "Yes, yes, please!" she cried, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
Zyrain groaned, his hips slamming into hers one final time before he came, his release flooding her in hot, sticky waves. Melissa's body convulsed around him as she followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her vision blurred as she clung to him, her mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly claimed.
Zyrain stayed inside her for a moment longer, his breath ragged as he looked down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker. "You're such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with possessiveness. "But don't think this means you're off the hook." He pulled out of her, his cum drips down her thighs.
"I'm going to clean up and greet Rina at the door. You can take your time or not; up to you," Zyrain said, his tone light and cheerful, a satisfied smile brightening his features. Without waiting for Melissa's response, he turned toward a beautifully carved section of the wall. There, among the intricate designs, was a hidden lever shaped like a wolf's head, its details meticulously crafted to blend seamlessly into the surroundings. With a swift motion, he pulled the lever, and the wall shuddered slightly as a concealed entrance swung open, revealing a dimly lit corridor that led into his private office. Once inside the heavy door closed softly behind him, the muffled sounds of Melissa's voice faded away, providing him with a comforting sense of isolation.
He moved with purpose toward another lever, positioned expertly on the wall near the corner, similarly designed to resemble a wolf's head. He grasped the lever firmly and gave it a decisive pull. The panel beside it slid open, unveiling an astonishingly well-equipped concealed room. It was a spacious walk-in bathroom, complete with gleaming fixtures and soft, ambient candle light that makes the space feel inviting and luxurious. Plush towels hung neatly on hooks, and a delicate hint of fresh soap lingered in the air, promising a refreshing escape. The entire room was both soundproof and scent-proof, enveloping him in an oasis of tranquility where he could retreat from the demands of the outside world. Though Zyrain had yet to uncover the true purpose behind this hidden gem, he recognized its value. It allowed him moments of peace whenever he needed a break from his 'responsibilities'. For now, he set aside his curiosity about the room's origins and focused on the upcoming encounter with Rina, knowing that he could delve into the mystery of the hidden room at a later time.