The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 109

Volumes 1-4 + Side Stories of DMS are available uncensored on ko-fi! ※ This work contains depictions of coercive relationships, explicit language, and other graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.

Gripping her hips, he spread her wider and drove into her without mercy. Then, flipping her onto her stomach, he made sure to fill her other hole as well—pushing a replica of his own c**k into her front, enchanted to move on its own.

“Now you can take your fill—two of me at once.”

The enchanted toy vibrated like a piston, thrusting in tandem with the Emperor’s movements.

The familiar, slick shape of a p***s plunging into her s*x, the thick, bulging shaft slamming against her backside—

Jaha shuddered at the sensation of being taken from both ends, as if two Emperors were violating her at once. The pleasure was suffocating, overwhelming. It was agonizing, yet unbearably good. She wanted to escape the unbearable stimulation, yet like an addict, she craved more.

A flash of white-hot pleasure seared through her spine, and Jaha’s mind went blank. Drool spilled from her slackened lips.

The Emperor, lost in his own frenzy, gathered her limp wrists in one hand and yanked them behind her back. Her spine arched deeper, her slender waist bending beautifully, forcing her to take him even more tightly. As their bodies locked together, her thighs trembled around the thick intrusion. Then, he began to piston into her in earnest.

Each thrust sent a sharp, wet slap of flesh against flesh, her delicate body jolting helplessly with every brutal impact.

“Ah—ah—haah! Hnngh!”

Her mind sparked with each collision, and Jaha writhed like an animal, sobbing and thrashing.

The Emperor, who had been kneading her full b*****s with his free hand, suddenly pulled the ring piercing her n****e free. Instantly, a bead of milky fluid welled up from the swollen peak. The ring had been suppressing her milk—now, released, it flowed freely.

Squeezing her b****t like a farmer milking a cow, he forced another choked moan from her as milk trickled down her skin. The sensation of release, the tight coil in her belly—then, like a tidal wave, an overwhelming pleasure crashed over her, leaving her convulsing.

He watched, buried deep inside her ruined body, drunk on satisfaction and triumph.

This wasn’t even an enclosed space—it was outdoors. A reckless indulgence, but if he wanted to drag her thoroughly into the abyss of pleasure, he had to push her this far.

“Should I give you more?”

Exhausted, Jaha blinked slowly, then gave a weak, trembling nod.

Though her answer was utterly insolent for a mere slave to give the Emperor, that faint affirmation alone filled him with overwhelming emotion.

Finally, she accepts me.

For the first time.

At last.

Unable to restrain his passion, he hastily pressed his lips to Jaha’s.

Unlike before, he kissed her carefully, lingering just to feel the softness, his chest tightening as something warm and full swelled inside him. A flame-like desire raged from his core.

I still want it all.

Why can’t I have her?

I’ll cherish her—so why can’t I be allowed to keep her?

Suppressing the urge to never let go, he ended the kiss and gently lifted Jaha into his arms.

“Let us continue the rest in the bedchamber.”

Leaving Cedric’s abandoned corpse not far behind, the Emperor carried her away. Cradled in his arms, Jaha stared into empty space with unfocused eyes.

◇ ◆ ◇

Every day felt like a dream to the Emperor.

Ever since that day, Jaha had become incredibly pliant. She no longer bit her lips to stifle her moans or stiffened in resistance. He welcomed this change with open arms.

In the end, things turned out exactly as I wanted.

Despite everything, I was the final victor.

This was nothing short of perfection.

And yet—

Even in the midst of his happiness, an eerie chill would sometimes seize him by the ankles. It slithered up from his toes, slow and insidious, spreading like thick tar that refused to wash away.

He refused to dwell on it.

No—he actively tried to ignore it.

His sharp instincts warned him of something ominous lurking beneath.

He didn’t want to know the source of this cold dread. His gut screamed at him not to dig deeper.

Don’t try to understand.

Don’t acknowledge it.

Only then can you stay happy.

“Hah—! Nngh…!”

Jaha’s back arched sharply as she teetered on the edge of climax from just having her n*****s sucked. The Emperor, who had been greedily mouthing both peaks, pulled away with a wet sound—leaving the stiffened buds flushed and trembling, standing at attention as if demanding notice.

But he didn’t stop there.

He trailed lower, dragging his tongue into the delicate dip of her navel before lavishing attention between her thighs. Like a slave devoted to his master, he lowered himself without shame, worshiping with meticulous care. She was already soaked, untouched.

“Ngh—yes! Right… there…!”