Building a Harem in a Noble House

Chapter 122: Let My Essence Coat You (R-18)

I felt myself stirring already, the way her pussy still fluttered around my softening cock, reluctant to let go. She sensed it too, a soft hum escaping her as she kissed my neck once more, tongue flicking out to taste the fresh sweat there.

"You’ve given me so much, Milord." she continued, her eyes trained on me from beside me. Meredith smiled. "But you’ve spoiled me with your touch, for now I crave more of it. Greedy little thing I’ve become." She laughed softly, kissing my neck. "I want you to take me, Milord. I want you to dominate me."

Her hands slid down my chest, nails grazing lightly, sending sparks through my nerves. The stool provided a stable perch, allowing her to rock gently, keeping the connection alive. I gripped her waist, feeling the toned muscles flex under my palms, her height matching mine so perfectly that our bodies aligned without effort.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm on my skin. "I know you love this, Milord–my lips on your neck, my body arching to meet your every thrust. I live for these moments, for the way you harden inside me, demanding more."

The dirty talk wove through her words like a spell, sensual and direct, pulling me back to full arousal. My cock twitched within her, and she responded with a squeeze, her green eyes darkening.

"That’s it," she encouraged, that edge slipping in. "Rise for me again. Let me feel your power reclaim what’s yours."

I thrust up experimentally, and she met me halfway, a gasp escaping her. The rhythm rebuilt slowly, her riding turning languid but no less intense. Her breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hard points against my bare chest, begging for attention I gave with my hands, cupping and kneading.

"Your hands on me... they command obedience," she murmured, licking a path up my throat. "Squeeze harder, Milord. Mark me with your grip, as you do with your seed. I crave the ache that lingers... a reminder of your dominion."

The words fueled the fire, my hips snapping up to meet her descents. The wet sounds of our joining filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. Her pussy was a furnace, slick with our combined release, easing the way for deeper penetration.

She kissed my neck fervently now, sucking lightly at the skin, her tongue exploring every inch. "The taste of you lingers on my lips," she confessed, voice husky. "But inside, you’re even more divine. Deeper, Milord. Push me to my limits, make me yours utterly."

Sweat slicked our skin, her toned body glistening as she rode me with increasing fervor. The scars on her form caught the light, adding to her allure, a warrior’s beauty in submission. I lost myself in the sensation, the way she clenched and released, her breaths syncing with mine.

As the second peak approached, she whispered, "Cum for me again, Milord. Flood me, let me carry your heat. It’s my deepest pleasure to be so filled by you."

The release crashed over me, her own following in waves, bodies locked in ecstasy. Panting, she nuzzled my neck, then pulled back slightly, eyes smoldering.

"Milord," she purred, seductive promise in every syllable. "I want you to have your way with me now. I want you to dominate me."

Her words hung in the air, a sultry challenge that ignited something primal in me. Still buried inside her, I gripped her hips tighter and stood, lifting her with me in one fluid motion. The stool scraped against the floor as I stepped away from it, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively to keep us connected. She gasped softly, her green eyes widening for a fraction before that knowing smile returned.

"M-Milord," she whispered, her voice a breathy caress against my neck. "Your strength... it overwhelms me, holds me in place like I belong nowhere else...!"

I carried her a few steps to the far wall, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies, and pressed her against the wall. With a shift of my hips, I pulled out almost fully, then thrust back in, hard and deep, pinning her there.

The angle was perfect, her pussy clenching around me as I set a relentless pace, pounding into her from behind, her ass arching back toward me. Meredith’s short silver hair fell forward, and I gathered it in one fist, tugging just enough to expose her neck.

"Yes, Milord~!" she moaned, the words spilling out in that proper lilt, submissive yet urging me on. "Press me here, claim this space as ours...! Your cock drives into me so fiercely, stretching my depths, making every nerve sing with your possession. I feel it all... the thick ridge of you, sliding against my walls, building that exquisite pressure!"

I didn’t hold back, my hips snapping forward with each thrust, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the training room. Her large breasts vibrated with the force, brushing the wall, and I reached around to cup one, thumb circling the hardened nipple of her breast. She was drenched, our earlier releases easing the way, but the friction was intense, her inner muscles fluttering in response to every plunge.

Her dirty talk wove through the rhythm, sensual and devoted. "Deeper, Milord! Let me feel you conquer me, inch by unyielding inch. My body trembles for you, aches to be filled by your heat. It’s divine, this way you take me, unapologetic and thorough, leaving no part of me untouched by your desire!"

Sweat slicked her scarred skin, her toned thighs quivering as I held her steady. The wall bit into her palms, but she pushed back against me, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips that ground her ass against my groin. I could feel her tightening, the telltale pulse that signaled her edge, and I angled my hips to hit that spot inside her, the one that made her breath hitch.

"Oh, Milord!" she gasped, her voice edging toward desperation, that subtle command in her tone coaxing my response. "You’re hitting it perfectly...! I can feel my release coiling, ready to shatter around you! Don’t stop... let me come undone on your length, let my essence coat you as proof of my surrender!"

The words pushed her over. Her pussy spasmed wildly, clenching down in waves that nearly pulled me with her. She cried out softly, her body shuddering against the wall, nails scraping stone as she rode the climax. I slowed just enough to let her catch her breath, but didn’t pull out, savoring the aftershocks rippling through her.