bookpower Chapter 148: Eating Azariah (2) *
Chapter 148: Eating Azariah (2) *
"Haaaan!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another surge of cum sprayed out, a spurt of her juices splashing against my face like a mini fountain, soaking me. I didn't flinch; I just let it hit me, my face drenched in her release as I looked up at her.
Her eyes were glazed over, her body trembling, lost in the haze of pleasure I'd drawn out of her. She looked like she was floating, somewhere between this world and the next, her mind fogged by the relentless waves of orgasmic bliss I had forced upon her.
Pulling my head back, I took a moment to observe Azariah as she lay before me, her chest rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. Each exhale seemed to echo her exhaustion and satisfaction, her body still shivering from the aftermath of her release. Her skin was slick with sweat, glistening in the dim light, the sheen only making her appear more alluring, more irresistible.
The sight of her in this state—so vulnerable, so lost in pleasure—only fueled my desire to go further, to take her completely.
Wiping my face with a nearby towel, I discarded it without a second thought, my attention fully locked onto her. Her legs were still trembling, her body unable to settle from the intensity of the orgasm that had just ripped through her.
Between her thighs, her cum continued to drip down from her swollen, sensitive pussy, pooling onto the sheets beneath her and even spilling onto the carpet, evidence of just how thoroughly I had worked her.
"How are you feeling, Azariah?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.
"Mnnn~ goo...ood... really... good..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, still tinged with the lingering haze of pleasure. Her lips curled into a lazy smile, her body utterly relaxed, her mind seemingly drifting somewhere far from here.
The sight of her legs trembling, her body limp, and her juices running freely from her pussy down to the edge of the bed—it was lewd, absolutely filthy, and it drove me wild.
Without wasting another moment, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself in front of her, hands on her hips as I moved her to the center of the mattress. She barely reacted, too lost in the afterglow to offer any resistance. Her eyes were still closed, her expression soft and blissful.
"I'm removing your dress. You will feel better without it," I told her.
"Hmm," she hummed in response, giving a slight nod, her face still flushed from the pleasure. She wasn't even paying attention to what I was saying, her mind clearly still caught in the remnants of her orgasm.
I smirked, my fingers curling around the fabric of her dress. Instead of taking the time to unfasten it properly, I simply tore it apart, ripping the delicate material right down the middle with ease. The sound of fabric shredding filled the room, but I was careful, making sure not to hurt her as I stripped her bare. The dress fell away in pieces, leaving her fully exposed beneath me.
I tossed the tattered remains to the side, my eyes now free to roam over every inch of her body.
I took that as my cue. Without warning, I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy, thrusting past the tight, slick entrance.
"UGHNNNN!" Azariah's eyes shot wide open, her face contorted in a mix of shock and pain as my thick shaft stretched her pussy. The sudden intrusion forced a cry from her throat, her body tensing as she tried to adjust to the size. Her tight, untouched slit clung to me, resisting, and I could feel her virgin walls struggling to accommodate my girth.
"Just one more," I growled, pushing deeper, my cock sliding further inside her as her body tried to reject the overwhelming sensation.
"It H...HURTS! AGHNN! HGNNNN!!!!" Azariah's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face, her hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. The pain was evident, but I couldn't stop. Blood leaked out from where my cock had torn through her hymen, the final barrier of her innocence shattered as I claimed her.
Pulling back slightly, I gave myself a moment to regain control, watching her wince, her face a portrait of raw emotion—pain, confusion, and something deeper, something primal that was beginning to stir beneath the surface. Then, without hesitation, I thrust back into her, harder, deeper, filling her completely.
"AGHNNNNNN!" Azariah let out the loudest groan I'd ever heard from her, her body lifting off the bed as my cock plunged all the way inside her, her mouth forming an 'O' as the shock of the force hit her. Her whole body trembled as she took the full length of me, and I could feel her walls clenching tight around my cock, her pussy trying to adjust, but the damage was done.
A moment later, she collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp as the tension bled out of her. I leaned over her, brushing a strand of her white hair from her tear-streaked face, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"It's over," I whispered, my lips grazing her ear as I kissed away the salty tears that had fallen in the heat of the moment.
"Uuuhnnn, haaan~" Azariah moaned, her voice soft and incoherent, but despite the pain, there was a small, satisfied smile on her lips. The tears still glistened in her eyes, but the worst of it had passed. She was mine now, claimed in every sense of the word, her body no longer her own.
I wasn't finished, not by a long shot. My cock was still buried inside her, hard and throbbing, eager for more, but I paused, remembering how brutal I'd been with Semiramis during her first time. Guilt flickered for just a second—an unusual feeling for me.
My emotions had been all over the place ever since being betrayed by the Divine Knights, and I'd been reckless. But after meeting Ayake and Akane, I'd regained some balance, some control over myself I suppose.
Azariah, though... she was mine now, in every way that mattered. And there was no going back.
I can be all the more rough after she recovered.
Now with that done, direction Troy.