The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 93

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“You should squeeze it tight with your tits.”

As Jaha cupped her b*****s with her hands and wrapped them around the p***s, the Emperor began moving his hips in earnest.

Each thrust of his hot, thick flesh made her feel as though her cleavage had become another orifice.

The slippery friction produced wet, squelching sounds with every movement.

The lewd noises filling her ears slowly clouded her mind, her body growing hotter. Her flesh reacted instinctively to the sounds she had grown accustomed to during their couplings—as if his c**k were spearing her from below.

Just then, the rings clamped around her n*****s began to rotate.

“Ngh, ahh, uhn…”

Her body, trained to reach climax from her n*****s alone, quickly grew feverish. As she arched her back and spilled sweet moans, the Emperor stroked her face and thrust even harder.

“Does it feel that good to have your tits f****d?”

“Ah—hah!”

“I worry about how depraved you are. No matter where I stick my c**k, you go wild like this. Who knows what you’d do if left unchecked? Truly, you belong by my side at all times.”

The rings twisting her n*****s suddenly tightened. Jaha came instantly. Almost at the same time, the Emperor spilled between her b*****s, his thick seed splattering messily inside her clothes.

Feeling the viscous fluid drip down her stomach, Jaha gasped weakly.

After unbuttoning and stripping off her top, the Emperor admired her soiled torso for a moment before gripping his p***s and pressing it against her n****e. He rubbed the thick tip up and down like a brush, then pressed firmly, swirling it in circles, sending bizarre sensations coursing through her.

Once he had done the same to both n*****s, he lifted her effortlessly, flipped her over, and laid her down. Now lying flat on her stomach, Jaha felt him mount her from above, grinding his swollen c**k against her slick folds.

Already wet enough, her entrance accepted his thick shaft without resistance.

Burying himself to the hilt, he leaned forward and hooked his strong arms under her armpits, pulling her into a back-hug before moving his hips like a beast in heat.

The stake-like shaft thrust in with a thud, thud, making Jaha’s entire body jerk.

The firm chest pressed against her back, the relentless impact of taut abs against her hips, and the arm that forced its way between her body and the sheets, restraining her as it wrapped around her upper chest.

The position left nearly every inch of their bodies pressed together, and Jaha felt as if the Emperor was devouring her from head to toe.

He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Startled by the sudden contact, Jaha shuddered violently, and in response, he scattered kisses all over her neck like a bird pecking—demanding she adjust and accept it.

Without realizing it, Jaha turned her head to the right as if to avoid him. Seizing the opportunity, the Emperor traced the shell of her exposed ear with his lips, mercilessly thrusting into her waist while biting, licking, and sucking the soft lobe.

The wet, lewd sounds directly in her ear nearly drove Jaha mad.

Why is he doing this?

Pouring kisses onto a mere tool—he must be out of his mind.

Had he regarded her as human, perhaps it would make sense. But he didn’t.

The thought flickered briefly through her pleasure-clouded mind before sinking away.

As always, Jaha came first, but the Emperor didn’t stop at just one round.

Changing positions, he inserted his shaft into her again, this time filling her remaining hole with a synthetic c**k before plunging into a second round. Then, he pushed and pulled an a**l bead while ravaging her s*x with his thick length, switching to missionary to persistently suck at her b*****s. He spanked her a*s until it burned, only to soothe the sting with his tongue.

After it was over, Jaha lay limp and exhausted, while the Emperor pressed kisses all over her spent body. While she could barely move, he showed no sign of fatigue. Disgusting stamina, she thought before slipping into unconsciousness.

Covering Jaha’s naked body with a blanket, the Emperor pulled a cord to summon an attendant.

“Bring me warm water at a suitable temperature and a towel.”

The attendant promptly delivered the items the emperor had requested. The emperor dipped his hand in to check the temperature, then dampened the towel.

“Leave.”

Only after the servant had exited the bedroom did the emperor pull back the blanket and carefully wipe Jaha’s body with the towel. He could have used magic to clean her in an instant, but for some reason, he wanted to do it himself.

Jaha’s eyelids fluttered as if she were about to wake.

“Mmm…”

“Sleep.”

The emperor covered her eyes with his palm and whispered. As if under a spell, Jaha settled back into stillness.