He froze, his body tensing as confusion flickered across his face.
"Did I hear wrong?" he muttered, blinking in disbelief at the surreal turn of events, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him amid the haze of lust.
"No... Master, please just enjoy the service," she urged gently, her voice a soothing melody that drew him back into the moment, encouraging him to surrender to the pleasure she offered.
Then she continued, swallowing his cock as if it were the most delicious lollipop she'd ever savored, her lips stretching around the girth as she bobbed her head with increasing enthusiasm. The sounds filled the room—glump... glump... slurppp... sluppp...—wet and rhythmic, echoing her devotion as saliva glistened along his shaft.
"Damn, that feels so good—I feel like cumming soon," Allen groaned, his hands clenching at his sides as waves of ecstasy built deep in his core, her magical enhancement making every sensation amplified and irresistible.
Without Raviel realizing it at first, Allen's restraint snapped, and he grabbed the back of her head firmly, his fingers tangling in her hair. He swung her forward, thrusting deep until she choked slightly from the sudden depth, his entire shaft penetrating into her throat, stretching her limits as he claimed her mouth with raw intensity.
"Hmmm..." she hummed around him, her eyes watering but filled with a mix of surprise and submission, as if she wanted to protest or plead but couldn't form the words.
"Hmmm..... Ahmmm," she managed, her sounds muffled and desperate, signaling her surrender. She gave up any resistance, relaxing her throat to let Allen brutally fuck her mouth, his hips pistoning with controlled power, each thrust sending her into a haze of overwhelmed pleasure and service.
It wasn't long before the pressure became too much, and Allen came inside her mouth for the first time, his cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum flooded her tongue and throat. She swallowed it eagerly, her throat working to please him, milking every drop without spilling a bit, her eyes locked on his in devoted adoration.
Gulped....
gulped...
"Ahhh..." she sighed contentedly once he pulled back, catching her breath as a trail of saliva connected her lips to his softening tip.
"You came a lot," she noted with a satisfied smile, sticking out her tongue to show him the remnants, the pearly evidence of his release glistening before she licked it clean, proving her eagerness to satisfy.
And yes, Allen seemed utterly satisfied with that, his chest rising and falling as he admired her, the sight fueling his lingering hunger.
"Want to continue—it seems your penis is still erect," she observed playfully, glancing down at his cock, which remained hard and ready despite the release.
"Yes, let's continue." But then, with a surge of dominant energy, he lifted her body effortlessly into his strong arms and threw her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing softly beneath her.
"Kyahhh!" she cried out in delighted surprise, her body sprawling across the sheets, legs splayed invitingly as she looked up at him with wide, excited eyes.
"Let it be my turn now—I'll make you happy," he declared, crawling over her like a predator claiming his prize.
He started by kissing her neck, his lips hot and insistent, nipping at the sensitive skin before trailing downward to the valley between her breasts, lavishing attention on each swell with open-mouthed kisses. He moved lower still, to her navel, swirling his tongue around the dip, then continued his descent to her crotch, inching slowly to build the anticipation that made her squirm.
"Hmmm," she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, holding his head gently at first but with growing urgency as pleasure sparked through her nerves.
Allen could see the liquid dripping from her smooth pussy lips, the slick arousal coating her folds and inner thighs, a testament to how turned on she was. He leaned in and licked it tentatively, the taste exploding on his tongue—sweet like fine wine but far more divine, intoxicating and addictive, drawing him deeper into her essence.
'Damn, she even tastes so good,' Allen thought, his mind reeling as he became drunk on it, lapping at her with fervor, his tongue delving between her lips to explore every crease.
Slupp... slurpp... slurp... The sounds of his eager oral worship mingled with her gasps, his mouth working her clit and entrance with skilled precision, savoring the flood of her juices.
"Ahh, yes, there," she whimpered, her grip tightening on his head, nails digging into his scalp as she pressed him harder against her crotch, grinding against his face in desperate need.
Not long after, her body tensed and shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She came hard, dripping a torrent of liquid that soaked his chin and even sprayed onto his face in ecstatic bursts, leaving him drenched in her release.
"Hehe... sorry, Master, I made you wet," she giggled breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction as she wiped a stray droplet from his jaw.
He smirked, rising up to hover over her, his eyes dark with lust. "It's hard for me to believe you even have an innocent look on your face."
"Hehe.." she just smiled flirtatiously, her lips curving in that coy way that drove him wild. "Let's go back to the next menu, Master."
Then Allen positioned his penis towards her labia, slowly aligning the tip with her entrance. He rubbed it using the shaft, sliding the thick length along her slick folds, teasing her clit and coating himself in her wetness. "Hmmm, Master..." she moaned coquettishly, her hips arching up to meet his teasing touch, begging for more without words.
While Allen teased her entrance with the tip of his massive cock, sliding it along her slick folds without fully entering, Raviel's body trembled beneath him, her nerves alight with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. The room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, casting warm shadows that danced across their entwined forms, heightening the intimate haze that enveloped them.
"This is my first time, please do it gently," she whispered, her voice quivering with a touch of nervousness as she gazed up at him. Her eyes, wide and shimmering, betrayed her fear that her delicate pussy might tear under the sheer size of his 11-inch cock, thick as an adult man's arm, pulsing with insistent heat against her.
"I'm going in," Allen murmured reassuringly, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, tender kiss, his tongue gently coaxing hers as he lifted both of her legs, positioning them into an M shape that exposed her completely to him. The air between them grew thicker, charged with the scent of their arousal, as he aligned himself at her entrance.
His cock began to enter and penetrate her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, the tight walls of her pussy resisting the intrusion, clenching around the invading girth like a velvet vice. He could feel every ripple and flutter inside her, her body instinctively fighting yet yielding to the overwhelming stretch.
It wasn't long before he encountered the delicate barrier of her hymen, a thin membrane blocking the full depth of his advance. With a steady push of his hips, Allen pressed a little harder, tearing through it in a swift, inevitable motion. A trickle of blood emerged from her pussy, mingling with her arousal and staining the sheets beneath them in crimson flecks.
"Ahhh!" she cried out sharply, her voice breaking as pain lanced through her. Tears welled up and spilled from the corners of her eyes, tracing glistening paths down her flushed cheeks.
"It's okay, it's just for a moment," he soothed, his tone gentle and steady, holding still to let her adjust to the fullness invading her core.
"Kiss me," she pleaded softly, stretching out her arms toward him, yearning for the comfort of his embrace as much as his passion. He obliged without hesitation, lowering himself to kiss her deeply, their tongues intertwining in a heated dance, saliva mingling in a slick exchange that spoke of their growing connection amid the intensity.
Not long after, the initial sting faded into a blooming warmth, and Raviel began to savor the sensations, her body relaxing around him. Allen's cock delved deeper, pushing past her depths to breach the entrance of her womb, filling her in ways that sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her veins.
"Ahhh..." she moaned, her eyes rolling upward in ecstasy, lost in the overwhelming bliss. "Ahhh..."
"H-Hmm... Master... My... Master... came... too deep inside... ahhh..." Her words tumbled out in breathless fragments, her roleplay as the devoted maid resurfacing to color her surrender with playful submission.
"Yes, Master," she affirmed, fully immersed once more in the fantasy that heightened their shared thrill. Allen reveled in it too—her incredible tightness gripped him like a silken glove, and her intoxicating scent, a heady blend of floral sweetness and feminine musk, enveloped him, nearly intoxicating him with desire. Driven by the urge, he quickened the roll of his hips, thrusting with building rhythm.
"That feels good, Master," she gasped, her initial hesitation giving way to genuine delight as his cock pistoned faster within her slick heat, each movement stoking the fire between them.
"Ahhh!" Her body arched suddenly as she climaxed, waves of pleasure crashing through her, but Allen showed no signs of slowing, continuing to drive his dick deeper and harder, ignoring her peak to chase his own mounting ecstasy. He could feel her pussy massaging his length, inner walls contracting in rhythmic pulses that milked him relentlessly.
"A—ahhh, yes, Master, faster," she begged, her voice husky with need, urging him on despite the intensity.
"Damn... don't blame me women," Allen growled, her plea igniting a primal fire within him, transforming him into a beast poised to devour her completely.
Yet, he craved more from her—wanted to hear her desperation. With deliberate tease, he withdrew his cock entirely, the sudden emptiness making her whimper, then resumed rubbing her pussy with just the swollen head, tracing her clit and folds while his hands roamed to her large breasts. He squeezed the soft, heavy mounds firmly, lowering his mouth to suck on her hardened nipples, lavishing them with wet, insistent pulls.
She squirmed in displeasure at the denial, her brows furrowing. "Master...?" But Allen acted as if he hadn't heard, deaf to her soft protests, continuing to glide his penis along her vagina without granting entry, drawing out frustrated sighs from her parted lips.
"Husband—I mean, Master—how long do you want to keep me waiting? Can you put it in?" she implored, her voice laced with aching longing, the slip of 'husband' revealing the tender undercurrent beneath their game.
"You really want it," he confirmed with a nod, his eyes locking onto hers, dark with command.
"Then beg for it," he demanded, his tone firm yet laced with wicked amusement.
"Even though this is my first time, husband, please ram my hole roughly—make me ruined," she confessed boldly, her words a raw invitation that stripped away any lingering shyness.
Hearing her plea, Allen surged forward, shoving his penis roughly through her tight passage, straight into the depths of her core, eliciting a piercing scream from her throat. But those cries only intoxicated him further—her voice, melodic and hypnotic, wove a spell that ensnared any man who heard it, fueling his relentless drive.
"Ahhh... Yes, harder—do it harder, Master, I am yours," she begged, surrendering fully, urging him to fuck her as if the world beyond their bed ceased to exist, tomorrow irrelevant in the face of this consuming passion.
Allen twisted his waist with ferocious speed, pounding into her with every ounce of strength, the bed creaking under the force of their union.
He lifted both of her legs high, folding them back until he had a clear view of her pussy—hairless and glistening, stretched taut around his invading cock. With powerful swings of his thighs, he slammed home, drawing screams of pure pleasure from her that only made him grow harder, more ravenous to claim every inch of her.
"Ahh, yes, it feels so good..."
Plop... plop... plop...
The wet, rhythmic impacts echoed through the room, a symphony of flesh meeting flesh in heated abandon.
"Harder, Master... ahh!" She moaned like a wanton siren, lost in the throes of being thoroughly fucked.
Every time Allen thrust his waist into her petite crotch, she sensed her innermost barrier yielding, battered by his above-average size, yet that very destruction only amplified her arousal, spurring gushes of fluid from her pussy in ecstatic release. His body odor, a potent, masculine allure that mesmerized women, hung in the air like an aphrodisiac, drawing her deeper into the frenzy.
"Yes, I'm cumming again," she panted, her skin slick with sweat, body glistening under the dim light.
Allen pistoned his thighs once more, setting her breasts to jiggle wildly with each impact, the sight mesmerizing as they bounced in hypnotic rhythm.
"Ahhh, ahhhh... if you keep doing this, I might get pregnant," Raviel moaned strongly, her voice thick with desire.
But of course, Allen didn't care about that right now.
....
Meanwhile, behind the door, there stood a mysterious girl adorned with elegant horns curving from her head, her lavender eyes sparkling with curiosity as she peered through the peephole.
Her hair cascaded down like the deep, endless blue of the ocean under a midday sun, framing a face that was both strikingly beautiful and irresistibly adorable, with soft features that hinted at an innocent allure hiding deeper secrets.
She remained concealed in the shadows, her breath quickening as she observed the passionate scene unfolding inside, compelled to stay hidden at Raviel's explicit instruction—not to reveal herself until Allen fully accepted her proposal to become her husband, sealing their bond in matrimony.
From the very beginning, her gaze had been locked intently on Allen, drawn to him like a moth to flame, her hand absentmindedly gripping her thigh while her fingers teasingly traced and parted her slick pussy lips, sending shivers of arousal through her body. The warmth building between her legs made her squirm slightly, but she bit her lip to stifle any sound, her identity remaining a tantalizing enigma for now—who she truly was would be revealed in time.
....
Shifting focus back to Allen and Raviel, the couple had explored an array of fervent positions throughout the night, from the raw intensity of doggy style where Allen gripped her hips and pounded relentlessly, to other creative angles that pushed their bodies to the limits of pleasure.
Five grueling yet exhilarating hours had ticked by, during which Allen had unleashed his seed deep into her vagina multiple times, flooding her with hot, thick cum in what felt like an endless cycle of ecstasy. Perhaps as many as twenty intense rounds had come and gone, each one building on the last, yet Allen felt no trace of fatigue weighing him down; instead, a surge of vitality coursed through his veins, leading him to suspect that Raviel, with her divine powers, had subtly altered his body without his prior knowledge, granting him enhancements beyond mortal limits.
"Hehehe, I will be pregnant now," Raviel teased with a playful giggle, her words lighthearted and joking about the possibility of conception, even as her body bore the visible signs of their marathon lovemaking.
Allen couldn't help but notice how her stomach had begun to swell and stretch noticeably, resembling the rounded belly of a woman several months into pregnancy, bloated from the sheer volume of his repeated releases inside her.
"Baby, did you do something to my body?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and mild accusation, his hand gently pressing against the taut skin of her abdomen.
"I just gave you unlimited stamina and regeneration," she confessed with a mischievous smile. "Are you disappointed? I can make some adjustments if you feel disturbed by it."
Slap! His hand came down firmly on her ass cheek, the sharp impact echoing in the room and sending a ripple through her flesh.
"Ahhh!"
"Oh, forget it—thanks for the gift," Allen replied, a grin spreading across his face as he appreciated the boon she'd bestowed upon him.
With deliberate slowness, Allen withdrew his throbbing penis from her well-used pussy, watching in satisfaction as a torrent of thick, white fluid gushed out, spilling down her thighs in sticky rivulets that pooled on the sheets below. Without hesitation, he aligned the glistening head of his cock against her tight asshole, pressing forward insistently. "Ahh, Master, can you just put it in my pussy? I'm scared if your penis goes into my asshole," Raviel pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, her body tensing at the unfamiliar intrusion.
But Allen appeared deaf to her protests, driven by a dominant urge to punish this naughty goddess for her secretive meddling. He thrust his penis hard into her asshole, the tight ring of muscle yielding reluctantly around his girth as he buried himself deep in one forceful motion.
The sudden penetration elicited a piercing scream from Raviel, her body arching in pain as the stretch burned intensely.
"Ahhh... Master, my ass is gonna break!" she cried out, her sphincter clenching desperately around his invading cock, which now filled her completely, distorting her ass with its unyielding thickness.
Plop... plop... plop...
The rhythmic sounds of his hips slapping against her cheeks filled the air as he began to piston in and out, each withdrawal and re-entry stretching her further.
Yet, not long after the initial shock subsided, a wave of unprecedented pleasure crashed over Raviel, unlocking sensations she'd never imagined, like discovering a forbidden gateway to heights of bliss she hadn't known existed.
"A—Ahh... this feels different, harder, baby—please, drive me crazy!" she gasped, her voice shifting from protest to desperate encouragement, her hips now pushing back to meet his thrusts.
Slap... His palm connected with her buttocks again, making them jiggle enticingly and imprinting a fresh red mark on her pale skin.
"Ahh, yes, yes, yes..." she moaned like a wanton slut, lost in the throes of ecstasy, her words dissolving into breathless whimpers.
SLAP!!
Another harder strike landed, causing her ass to shake violently, a deeper crimson welt blooming across her flesh.
"Ahh..."
Slap...
"Ahh..." Tears welled in her eyes from the stinging pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure. "Master, slap me more—harder!" she begged, her masochistic desires fully awakened as they surrendered to their primal urges, continuing their fervent sex through the entire night without pause.
In the heat of passion, Raviel even sank her teeth into Allen's shoulder, biting down with feral intensity, while her nails raked across his back, leaving trails of red scratches on his skin. Allen, undeterred, experimented with even more daring styles—they fucked wildly on the balcony under the twinkling stars, the cool night air caressing their sweat-slicked bodies; on the sturdy table that eventually splintered and broke under the force of their movements, sending them tumbling in a heap of limbs and laughter; against the wall, where he pinned her body there, hoisting both her legs high around his waist to drive into her with gravity's aid, her cries echoing off the surfaces.
It might sound utterly insane, but they truly pushed every boundary, with Raviel fainting multiple times from the sheer ferocity of their 'fight'—her body overwhelmed by orgasms that left her limp and quivering—yet within less than ten seconds, she'd revive with a wicked spark in her eyes, teasing his cock with her hands, mouth, or pussy until it swelled hard and ready once more, reigniting their insatiable bed battle.
By morning, the room bore the unmistakable scars of their all-night frenzy: overturned furniture, rumpled sheets stained with sweat and cum, and the air thick with the musky scent of sex. Raviel appeared gloriously disheveled, her body a canvas of their passion—especially her asshole, which still pulsed and throbbed from the rough treatment. Curled fast asleep in Allen's arms, she was covered in countless hickey marks from his eager mouth and handprints from his possessive slaps across her skin, while both her pussy and ass continued to leak copious amounts of white liquid, flowing like a steady river that soaked his cock and thighs beneath her.
Following the exhaustive night's activities, they slumbered deeply, entwined together, until the sun climbed high, nearing noon.
Allen stirred awake first, his head still swimming with a pleasant fog of drowsiness. "Wow, even with my unlimited stamina, it seemed like Raviel had forgotten to tweak my mental status, leaving me feeling pleasantly drowsy."
Golden afternoon light filtered into the room, casting a warm glow over Raviel, who was still curled up beside him. Her silver hair lay loose on her pillow like a princess in a fairy tale who was asleep and waiting for a prince to wake her up. Allen traced a finger along her bare shoulder.
"So, Miss System, are you planning to stay in bed all day, or do I need to carry you?"
Raviel let out a lazy hum, stretching like a cat. "Mmm... why rush? After all, my beloved master thoroughly exhausted me last night~." Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as she nuzzled against me, clearly enjoying her victory.
"Ohhh so you can sleep I thought goddesses don't need things like that" said Allen while kissing Raviel's lips.
"I am a goddess, but I can change my— body into a normal person whenever I want so yeah I am tired especially you were so— brutal last night, I even almost really went crazy because of your cock" said Raviel with a slight giggle, while smiling somewhat satisfied.