In one fluid, decisive motion, Damien pushed Haruhime onto the bed. His hands found the delicate fabric of her gown and tore, the material yielding with a sharp sound before being cast aside, forgotten. He captured her lips with his own in a deep, claiming kiss that lasted far longer than she had anticipated. When he finally pulled back, a predatory smile played on his lips.
"You asked to be owned," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her mouth. "And I accepted. But now… I'll love you. Like you've never been loved before."
He stole her lips again, his tongue delving into her mouth. Their tongues danced together in a wet, heated exchange, punctuated by Haruhime's breathy, constant moans.
When he released her, she gasped. "Oh, Damien…"
He grinned, a flash of white in the dim light, and lowered himself. One hand claimed a full handful of her breast, kneading the soft flesh. His mouth descended on the other, his tongue flicking over the tip before laving the nipple in slow, deliberate circles. He teased it relentlessly, then closed his lips around the peak, biting down with just enough pressure to make her arch off the bed.
"Damien… You're teasing me too much," she gasped, her voice trembling.
Damien laughed, a dark, pleased sound, and continued his worship of her breasts before tracing a path downward with his tongue. He swirled it around her navel, teasing the sensitive dip, before pausing. "You ready?"
"Ready… I've been ready all my life for this. So…" Haruhime breathed, her eyes wide and glazed.
His smile returned, and he continued his journey lower. He was greeted by the sight of her pink, neatly trimmed sex. "Beautiful…" he whispered, his voice thick with reverence before his lips met her flesh. He began with a slow kiss, then transitioned to an agonizingly slow exploration with his mouth. He licked her bit by bit, mapping every fold, discovering where she was most sensitive.
He then delved deeper, his tongue probing inside her, exploring her inner walls with the expertise of a master. Haruhime's moans escalated into a continuous, pleading cry, far beyond anything she had predicted. The speed and precision of his tongue, the perfect pressure and rhythm as he explored her deepest parts, shattered her.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed from her eyes. As a trained courtesan, she had been taught to serve men. She had never dreamed of being pleasured like this, with such singular, devastating focus. As his movements grew faster, deeper, more insistent, a coil inside her snapped.
"Oh… I'm cumming!" she shouted, the words a raw sob.
Her body convulsed in an explosive orgasm, the first real one of her life. Damien pulled back as Haruhime shook violently on the bed, waves of mind-blowing pleasure wracking her form.
"Wow… Didn't expect you to cum this quickly," Damien laughed, watching her come undone.
As the tremors subsided, Haruhime caught her breath, her chest heaving. "I… I never thought I'd ever feel like this. What an incredible feeling… Thank you, Lord Damien." She then moved to get up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Damien asked.
"Nowhere, my Lord. It's time to fulfill my purpose," she said, her voice regaining a sliver of composure. "Remember what I said? I am property that you own. As such, I shall now service you. Come. Sit."
Damien's smile was one of dark approval. "Of course. Let's see if this slave of mine is worth owning. Go ahead." He sat on the edge of the bed.
Haruhime knelt before him, tying her silver hair back. She slowly lowered his pants, revealing his large, erect cock. Her eyes widened slightly. "Wow… Even the toys we trained with were not this big. But I can handle it." She wrapped a hand around his shaft, her fingers unable to fully encircle the impressive girth. She raised it, leaning forward to slowly lick the sensitive underside from base to tip, eliciting a low groan from him. She then focused on the head, swirling her tongue around the crown before taking it into her mouth, sucking gently. "Do you like it, Lord Damien?"
Damien relaxed, leaning back on his elbows. "Yes. I actually do. Now go on."
Haruhime grinned around him. "Once I start… I want you to know that whatever you do to me is okay. I am ready for it. So go crazy. Hurt me, even. I want it all."
Damien raised an eyebrow, but his question died unspoken. The moment she took him fully into her mouth, he understood. Her tongue moved in impossible, expert swirls, creating a sensation he had never felt. This was a blowjob of divine, devastating skill. Her tongue danced over every inch, her pace a perfect, maddening blend of speed and slowness designed for pure euphoria. The combination of her technique and the copious saliva made her mouth feel like a velvet vise of perfect heat.
Damien could no longer just lie back. He sat up fully, his hands coming to her head. Seeing his movement, she looked up at him through her lashes and gave a slow, deliberate nod. 'Go crazy'.
He did. His fingers tangled hard in her hair, and he began to guide her, forcing her to take him deeper, harder. Yet the incredible skill of her mouth never faltered, not even when he pushed her to the point of choking. She didn't fight or complain; her eyes, tearing up from the strain, shone with fervent devotion. She loved it.
Overwhelmed, Damien pulled her off with a wet pop and delivered a sharp slap to her cheek. "You're killing me."
The slap was hard, but she only moaned in delight, her face turning toward his hand. "More, Lord Damien. Slap me. Hard. You've shown me love… now show me pain."
Damien looked into her eyes, seeing the deep, deviant need for his dominance. He delivered. He slapped her again, and again, her face flushing red as her head snapped to the side. Each time she looked back, her breath hitching, and whispered, "More."
He held her head by the hair and struck her, each blow met with a sigh of pleasure. He spat on her face, and she gasped, "Ahh… yes… Lord Damien. This… this is what it's like to be owned."
It wasn't his usual way, but her blatant, ecstatic acceptance ignited something primal within him. He shoved her back onto his cock and used her mouth without restraint, fucking it with a force that cared nothing for gentleness. The look in her glazed eyes—a perfect mix of pain and ultimate pleasure—fueled him further. With a final, deep thrust, he held her head in place as he came, releasing a torrent deep into her throat, choking her with the force and volume of it.
She swallowed diligently, without pause, until he finally released her. She gasped for air, a line of spit and cum tracing her chin, her expression one of utter bliss. "Lord Damien… thank you for the meal. It was great seeing you unleash that pent-up anger on me. Please… I want you to continue doing that."
Damien narrowed his eyes, studying her. "You give an innocent look… but damn, are you perverted, aren't you?"
"I am," she admitted without shame, meeting his gaze. "I am a masochist who loves her lord. Whether he inflicts pain or insults me… any action taken by my lord is pleasure to me. As long as it is you, Damien."
A slow, acknowledging smirk touched his lips. "You're a crazy bitch."
Her answering smile was radiant. "But… as your owner," he finished, his voice dropping to a possessive rumble, "I like it."
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