Chapter - 67

Leo didn't wait. He didn't give her a second to adjust to the stretch.

He held her hips in a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her stockings. With a grunt that was more animal than man, he drove his hips forward.

He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal motion.

Seraphine's cry wasn't one of pain, though it was sharp. It was a cry of pure, unadulterated shock and relief. Her head snapped back, her blonde hair whipping against his face. Her fingers scrambled against the polished wood of the heavy oak desk, crumpling the maps and ledgers beneath her nails. Her back arched violently as she took every thick inch of him.

"Fuck," she gasped, the word ragged and torn from her throat. "Master... oh god..."

She was tight. Unbelievably tight. The +1 Inch reward he had earned earlier made the fit almost impossible, but her body welcomed him. She clamped down on him like a wet, hot fist, squeezing him from the inside.

Leo stayed buried deep for a moment, just breathing heavily against her neck. He let her adjust to his fullness. He could feel her internal muscles pulsing around him, trying to accommodate his size.

"Look at you," Leo growled. His voice was a rough scrape against the quiet of the stone chamber.

He pulled back slightly, then slammed into her again.

"Bent over like a whore in your prim little maid's uniform," he sneered, biting her shoulder. "Your cunt is so goddamn wet for me. It's sucking my cock in. Is this what the Lady of the Keep dreams about? Being used on her desk?"

"Yes, Master!" Seraphine sobbed, shaking her head. "Yes! Use me!"

He set a punishing pace from the start. He didn't need to hold back. His high Strength stat meant he could pound her for hours without tiring, and she needed it rough.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass cheeks filled the room. It was a filthy rhythm, punctuated by his grunts and her sharp, keening moans.

Leo looked down. The visual was incredible.

The short black skirt of her uniform was hiked up around her waist, flouncing uselessly with every impact. Her round, pale ass was shaking, turning pink from the force of his thrusts. The white garters dug into her thighs, framing the action perfectly. Every time he drove inside, her body rocked forward, her heavy breasts bouncing in the tight corset, threatening to spill out completely.

"Yes, yes, yes," Seraphine chanted. Her head dropped between her shoulders, sweat making her neck slick. "Your cock feels so good, Master. You're stretching me out. You're hitting so deep."

"You love this, don't you?" he snarled.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back. He wrapped one massive arm around her waist, holding her steady. His other hand snaked down between her legs.

He found her clit. It was swollen, hard, and slippery with her own juices.

He began to rub it. He didn't be gentle. He rubbed rough, urgent circles, timing it with his thrusts.

"You love getting your pretty cunt ruined on my dick while you're still in your fucking maid clothes," Leo whispered into her ear.

Seraphine screamed. The combination of the thick fullness inside her and the sharp pressure on her clit was blinding. It was a direct line to the insane pleasure coiling tight in her gut.

"I love it! I love your cock!" she cried out. Her words were shocking to her own ears, but the pleasure stripped away her nobility. She wasn't a Lady right now. She was just a hole for her Master. "Don't stop, Master! Please don't stop!"

Leo gritted his teeth. She felt amazing. The wet heat of her, the way she milked him with every stroke—it was testing his control. He pounded into her, harder and faster, making the heavy desk creak and groan under their weight.

He fucked her like that for what felt like an eternity. Each thrust was a masterclass in raw dominance. He owned her.

But he wasn't done. He wanted to see more.

He stopped abruptly. He pulled out of her with a wet shluck sound.

Seraphine whimpered at the sudden loss of emptiness. Her knees buckled, and she almost slid to the floor, but Leo caught her.

"Not yet," he breathed.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around. Her face was flushed a deep red, her eyes unfocused, her lips swollen from their earlier kissing. She looked thoroughly ravished.

"I want to watch," Leo said.

He guided her, dazed and unsteady on her high heels, to the center of the room. A massive, ornate floor-length mirror stood there, framed in gold.

He positioned her right in front of it. He stood behind her, his chest against her back.

"Look," he commanded.

His voice was low and vibrating in her ear. His hands roamed over her body. He reached up and cupped her tits through the thin fabric of the bodice. He squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples through the lace until she gasped.

"Look at how sexy you are," Leo growled. "Look at your face. Look at what a slut you are for me."

Seraphine's eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, locked onto their reflection in the glass.

She saw a large, powerful man standing behind a curvy woman in a disheveled maid's outfit. Her hair was a mess. Her dress was falling off. And between her legs, her thighs were slick with his fluids.

Leo spread his legs for stability. He reached down and guided his cock to her entrance again.

In the mirror, she watched the purple head of his member press against her wet, pink slit.

"Watch it," he ordered.

He pushed in.

It was a slow, deliberate invasion this time. Seraphine watched her own eyes roll back in her head as he filled her up. She watched her mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure. She saw his thick, vein-covered arms wrapped around her delicate waist, anchoring her against him.

"Oh, gods," she moaned, watching herself get fucked. "Master... look at it..."

"I see it," Leo growled.

He began to move again. He held her hips and thrust into her from behind, watching the action in the mirror.

"See that?" he said, his voice thick with lust. "See how your pretty little cunt takes me? See how your tits bounce every time I slam into you? You're a vision, Seraphine. A filthy, perfect vision."

Watching themselves multiplied the sensation a hundredfold. It was a loop of depravity. Every lewd image in the mirror fueled their hunger.

Leo's thrusts became more frantic, more possessive. He saw the way she looked at him in the reflection—with total submission. He was claiming her, marking her, and making her watch every second of it.

He reached around and slapped her pussy right where their bodies met. Smack.

"Whose hole is this?" he demanded, thrusting harder.

"Yours!" Seraphine screamed at the mirror. "It's yours, Master! It's all yours!"

"I'm close," she panted, her fingernails digging into his forearms. Her legs were shaking violently. "Master, I'm so close."

"Not yet," Leo ordered again.

He pulled out once more. His cock was slick and glistening with her arousal, shining in the candlelight.

He spun her around. He walked over to a high-backed velvet chair near the fireplace and sat down heavily. He spread his legs wide. His member stood straight up, rigid, angry, and demanding.

"My turn to watch," he said, gripping the arms of the chair like a throne. "Get on your knees. I want to feel that pretty mouth again."

Seraphine didn't hesitate. She crawled over to him on her hands and knees, the maid skirt hitching up to reveal her ass. She reached him and dropped to her knees between his legs. The cold stone floor pressed against her skin, but she didn't care.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were burning with need. She reached out and took his thick cock in her small hand. It felt heavy and hot.

She didn't play games. She leaned forward and licked a broad stripe from his balls all the way to the throbbing head. She tasted herself on him—musky, salty, and sweet.

"Fuck, yes," Leo groaned, his head falling back against the chair.

She opened wide. She took him into her mouth.

She took him deep. She relaxed her throat, just like she had practiced earlier, and swallowed him down until her nose pressed into his coarse pubic hair.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked. Hard. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of his cock, hitting the ridge of the head.

"That's it, Seraphine," Leo rasped.

His hands came down and tangled in her golden hair. He didn't guide her this time; he just held on for dear life. His knuckles turned white.

"Suck my dick," he growled. "Take it all. Your mouth is so good."

She worked him over with a skill that felt innate. She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster. She used her hand to twist at the base, pumping him while she sucked. The wet slurp and pop sounds filled the room.

She loved the weight of him on her tongue. She loved the way his heavy thighs twitched against her cheeks. She loved the low, guttural sounds he made that told her he was losing control.

Leo looked down at her. The sight of the Lady of the castle, in her ruined maid outfit, destroying him with her mouth, was the final straw.

"I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice tight and strained. His hips bucked upward, meeting her thrusts. "I'm gonna come down your throat. You're going to swallow every last drop. Don't you dare spill a drop."

Seraphine just moaned in response, the vibration tearing a broken cry from his chest. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, and increased her pace. She took him deeper, sucking harder, demanding his release.

That was all it took.

With a shout that echoed off the stone walls, Leo came.

Hot, salty jets of cum shot into the back of her throat. It was powerful, coating her tongue and filling her mouth instantly.

Seraphine kept her mouth sealed tightly around him. She swallowed convulsively. Gulp.

She took the first wave, then the second. She squeezed her eyes shut and milked him with her lips and her hand. She didn't let him go until he was shuddering and sensitive, until the last drop was gone.

She finally released him with a soft, wet pop.

She sat back on her heels, breathing heavily, her chest heaving against the tight corset. She looked up at him. A slick trail of spit and a little bit of white cum still glistened on her chin.

Leo looked down at her, his own breath coming in ragged pants. His heart was hammering against his ribs. His eyes were dark with satisfaction and something else—something raw and hungry that had only been partially sated.

He reached out and wiped her chin with his thumb.

"You are perfect," he breathed.

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