Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 129

“Haa, damn….”

Eren muttered under his breath as he resumed his rhythm, thrusting deeply with renewed vigor. The wet, slick sounds filled the room as his length pushed inside her, the sensation causing Macy to become increasingly wet. Eren pressed himself close, his hips moving with intensity.

Just as Macy’s chest began to ache from the rough movement, Eren grabbed one of her b*****s, drawing it deeply into his mouth.

“Aah…”

As he grazed her sensitive skin with his teeth and thrust in sync, his hardness raked along her inner walls.

Liquids splashed, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure through her. Her insides clenched, trying to hold onto him, fueled by the powerful sensation of being filled.

Eren pulled back momentarily, only the tip remaining inside, and then folded Macy’s body almost in half, pressing down on her from above with his full weight. The pressure sent tremors through her.

“Ah! Sl-slow down! Ah!”

Her breathing became scattered, her mind on the edge of slipping away. Macy couldn’t remember ever feeling something so intense. Her hips twitches involuntarily, and unfamiliar, raw sounds escaped her lips.

She could hardly recognize her own body; her legs trembled as they remained open.

“Macy. Look at me.”

Overwhelmed, she’d closed her eyes, but Eren urged her to open them, calling her name.

“Don’t you want to see who’s f–king your hole, huh?”

“Ngh… It’s… only you!”

“Hmm? Say my name.”

“Er-Eren… ah!”

Her voice came out in gasps with every powerful thrust, yet Eren didn’t relent, pushing his length deeper inside. His gaze held hers, waiting for her to repeat herself, as if promising he wouldn’t stop until she did.

“You’re the only one who would ever—ah, Eren!”

“That’s right. Ever since you’re born… you’ve been mine.”

He said with satisfaction, thrusting his p–is once more. His length throbbed as warmth spread inside her.

“Mmm…”

Feeling the unfamiliar, heavy sensation, Macy tilted her head back, exposing her neck. Eren pressed his lips to her skin, leaving her breathless.

Moist and unsteady breaths flowed across their skin as Eren held Macy tightly, seated on his lap.

The pounding of their hearts filled the air with a chaotic rhythm; it was unclear if it was Macy’s heart or Eren’s. The warmth radiating from their connected bodies enveloped them entirely.

What was happening? Every cell felt alive, blooming with vitality throughout her being. The fluttering in her chest was unlike anything she’d ever experienced focusing on one person. It felt as though they were the only two in the world, a profound sense of closeness that was both precious and intimate.

Despite their sweaty bodies feeling uncomfortable, she had no desire to pull away. Resting her forehead on his shoulder, she steadied her breathing and rubbed her face against him.

Eren’s fingers wove through her hair, gently caressing her scalp.

Eventually, the remnants of their passion began to trickle down her thighs.

“This feels like a big deal…”

Eren murmured to himself.

As the afterglow of their lovemaking faded, Macy found herself overcome with a wave of sleepiness.

She didn’t even have the chance to ask why it felt like a big deal before her consciousness began to slip away. When Eren began to move his hips in slow, rhythmic circles again, it pulled her deeper into a dreamlike state.

She was drawn into a dark and hazy slumber.

* * *

It was a time of immersion where reason had evaporated. Rubens mechanically thrust his hips, startled by the chirping sounds outside, and glanced out the window.

Daybreak was already approaching, signaling the start of a new day.

“This is no longer just a big deal… it’s quite something.”

Looking down, he saw the reddened entrance that had been abused. The interior was still slick from his repeated c-m. He couldn’t help but be struck by the sight of her plump behind, despite having passed out.

Rubens gave a couple of firm thrusts before pulling out completely.

Grabbing her arm, he turned her over, making sure to extract every last drop that remained inside his body. The frothy remnants of his seed splattered across her flat belly, swollen b–asts, and pale cheeks.

With a cunning gaze, Rubens wiped the s–en from Macy’s cheek and acted with a gentle tone as he spoke.

“Macy, it’s morning. You need to wake up.”

Macy stirred, furrowing her brow as if she might open her eyes.

Vague memories of the night before flooded her mind; she was certain she had been conscious until the moment he had came in Macy’s body.