Chapter 70: Chapter 11 - Leonamon (5)

The scent of his musk enveloped me, and my tongue danced around his member. Each bob and slurp echoed in the confined space, a lewd melody of desire. The throbbing warmth in my lower stomach intensified, and I couldn't help but writhe a bit.

"Mnhhhh..." I moaned, the sound muffled by the thick flesh in my mouth. This was something else, something raw and primal, something I couldn't resist even if I tried.

I created all sorts of indecent sounds as I took its full length in my mouth.

"Hh... bwah... suck.... nhhh..."

I plunged it into my throat repeatedly.

"Hey, look up here," the man directed. I followed his command. "Good," he praised, rough fingers running through my hair as it moved back and forth.

It was mighty embarrassing, but I couldn't halt. The more I sucked, the more the masculine flavor spread through my mouth, turning my tongue and lips into a ravenous force, like a famished beast.

"Mmmhh... slurp... suck... Nhhh..."

"So, is it as tasty as you hoped?"

"Mmmmm... Nhhh... slurp... "

I was too occupied with sucking the cock in my mouth to respond. The fear of what I might say if I spoke kept me silent, but regardless, I couldn't release the thing filling my mouth. He asked if it was tasty, but what I felt was something even more profound—love. I loved the large, round, and squishy head. I loved the hard shaft that filled my mouth so completely.

And I loved the erotic scent, a blend of male and female fluids, driving me wild for a while now. I loved it all so much.

"I'll take your movements as a yes... I've got to say, you're very good at this."

I acquired these skills during our training to become prostitutes. We practiced on bananas, learning how to pleasure men. Through that training, I became adept at giving blowjobs.

Back then, when I was still a prostitute in training, I detested the curriculum imposed on us. I never aspired to become a prostitute, but with the threat of Mr. Norman hanging over me, I gritted my teeth and endured it.

I was taken aback by how much his compliment stirred something within me. It was a skill I never sought to embrace, yet here I was finding an unexpected sense of pride. His words thrilled me so much that it intensified the fervor of my blowjob.

"Nhhh... Mhhh... slurp... mmm... nnhhh... suck...

nhhh... nghhh..."

I continued pleasuring him until he commanded, "Okay, stop now." Despite the order, I clung desperately to his cock, unwilling to let go. I couldn't let it end; I wanted to continue. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I held on tight, and a pleased expression crossed his face.

"Hey now, we can't get to the main event if you won't let go."

The man, my Master, grinned at me, "Okay. I'll give you what you want."

He stroked his dick and descended on top of me. The fact that we were doing this on the floor was somewhat unbelievable. Still, it beat having my first time in a prostitution den. I had consented to this. The act we were about to engage in wasn't that of a prostitute and a customer. This was the intimacy between a master and his servant.

Once he engulfed me in the shadow of his muscular yet lean body, he pressed his dick against my entrance. A fleshy path, unexplored until now, unfolded beneath the pressure on my wide pelvis, making my groin tense. My thick labia yielded, pushed aside to reveal a salmon-pink hole brimming with lustful juices. His hot flesh then thrust inside.

"Nghhh... ahhh... ahhh.. nhh."

My seal of pure flesh was torn open as I welcomed someone inside me for the first time in my life.

"Nn... Nhhhhhhh!"

The pain of becoming a woman surged through my vagina, and I squeezed my eyes shut. A few drops of blood flowed down toward my butt.

"It looks like even though you pleasured yourself earlier, you're still tight...!" my Master remarked.

His throbbing member was tearing me apart, an intense sensation that felt like I was being forcefully split open. The pain was so sharp and overwhelming that tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached the deepest recesses of my throbbing pussy.

"How is it?" he inquired, asking about the taste of his rock-hard dick plunging deep inside me.

"Ahh... nghhh..."

But responding was beyond my capacity in that moment. The sensation was akin to a searing hot steel rod impaling my stomach, expanding me from within as it delved even deeper. It was a blend of agonizing pain and mind-blowing pleasure, making me question if this body was even mine anymore. From my hips down to the core, everything melded into a singular, overwhelming sensation.

"It seems like you can handle it now. I'm going to start moving," he declared, initiating a rhythmic motion. Each thrust of his steel-hard flesh sent shockwaves through my body, the slapping sounds against my ass creating a symphony of pleasure.

"Nhhhgggg!!!" My eyes widened as I surrendered to the all-encompassing ecstasy, each movement pushing me further into the depths of pleasure.

"Hey, don't tense up so much. Relax, and it will feel a lot better," he coached, a sensual command that accompanied the gradual escalation of his powerful thrusts.

"Kh... nh... nh... nh!"

Instead of mere groans, suppressed moans escaped my lips.

I swallowed him deeper and deeper. The initial pain from penetration had faded away. Waves of pleasure cascaded through my entire body with every forceful thrust. My vagina throbbed, and the rush of female pleasure surged.

And then, "Annnnhhgggg~!!!" a powerful, unrestrained moan burst forth. A wicked grin adorned Master's face as he unleashed a torrent of relentless movements, fucking me with such fervor that my entire body vibrated in sync with the forceful rhythm.