The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 65

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.

He had bestowed pleasure without lack. He had touched her until she didn’t know what to do with herself, thrust into her, consistently delivering ecstasy. As proof, hadn’t she leaked sweet fluids until the sheets were soaked each time?

No matter how desperately she tried to suppress her moans, she couldn’t hide her body’s reactions.

Her convulsing insides, her trembling thighs, her reddened, swollen eyes had honestly revealed. How much Jaha was feeling, how many times she had climaxed.

She had a sensitive body. He had greatly contributed to that sensitivity. Regardless, the unchangeable truth was that she had reached climax countless times because of him. And now she wanted to escape as if none of that had happened?

His pride was wounded beyond words. Not as the supreme Emperor, but as a man.

What Jaha had touched wasn’t the authority of the Emperor or the pride of a ruler—regulations created by humans. It was something more animalistic and primal, an ancient instinct that had existed since the natural state.

Anger towards a female trying to leave his territory.

He couldn’t comprehend it at all.

Females desiring superior males is nature’s law. And he was a superior male.

A body covered in muscle and pleasing appearance, overwhelming physical power, extraordinary stamina to mate for days on end without faltering, a thick, long member capable of subjugating any female.

If you stripped away status, position, all those cumbersome things and judged purely on species, he was inherently a superior specimen. One any woman would desire. And he even had the position and power of an Emperor.

To be embraced by such a man until her entire body went limp, to be out of her mind with pleasure, yet to kick away her own fortune.

“I thought I had satisfied you thoroughly.”

The Emperor moved the blanket aside and took his p***s in hand. Without even massaging it a few times, the rod-like flesh column quickly stood up straight against his tight abs.

“I showed restraint because you kept passing out, unable to handle it. I see that wasn’t enough. You even have the leisure to think unnecessary thoughts.”

Muttering softly, the Emperor rose from the bed, approached Jaha, and slapped her cheek with his member. Though he hadn’t swung it with full intent, the flesh that was longer than her face and thick in girth couldn’t help but hurt when it struck.

“What are you doing? When a c**k approaches, you should open your c**t-mouth and welcome it eagerly.”

Speaking gently as if scolding a failing student, the Emperor placed his tip on Jaha’s lips. When Jaha opened her mouth, he thrust his member all the way into her throat.

The deep insertion made Jaha gag. To enter so swiftly without giving her time to adjust.

Grabbing Jaha’s hair as she struggled to regain her senses, he moved her head back and forth.

His member roughly plunged into her throat and withdrew repeatedly. Already short of breath, Jaha became dizzy as her head was forcibly moved by his overwhelming strength.

“Relax and take it all the way in. I’ve f****d you enough that you should be able to swallow it properly by now, right?”

Contrary to his violent actions, the Emperor’s voice was gentle. That made it more frightening.

For whatever reason, he seemed completely off-kilter.

Like he’d gone mad with no logic.

Jaha felt her vision darkening. With his p***s constantly blocking her airway without giving her a chance to breathe, she lacked oxygen. Perhaps because he held her hair, forcing her to move rapidly back and forth, she couldn’t breathe well through her nose either.

This was different from usual.

Normally, he wasn’t this sadistic.

She thought she might actually die if this continued.

She wanted to beg for her life, but the p***s filling her mouth prevented her from moving her tongue at all.

With no other option, to survive, Jaha clung to the Emperor’s legs.

The Emperor’s momentary hesitation was perceptible. Trembling violently, Jaha clung tightly to his solid legs as if grasping a lifeline.

She might be killed for touching his body without permission, but her survival instinct left her blind to everything except the immediate need to live.

After freezing for a moment, the Emperor pushed Jaha away. Not shoving her off abruptly, but gripping her shoulders with both hands, pulling her back, then withdrawing his p***s that had been deeply inserted into her throat.

As the flesh that had been blocking her airway disappeared, Jaha drew in a great breath. Tears streamed down her face.

She truly thought she was going to die.