Elaine's trembling arms scraped across the cold tiles as she tried desperately to drag her spent body away, but Boomer's merciless pounding forced her forward instead. Each savage thrust shoved her onward like a broken doll, turning her escape into a humiliating crawl.
The floor beneath them was slick with their mingled fluids—her fragrant nectar mixed with thick ropes of his seed—dripping in obscene trails behind her.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
A sudden gust of wind howled through the chamber. The ornate double doors exploded inward with a thunderous crash, kicked open by the storm outside. Torrential rain poured in, instantly soaking the luxurious room and turning the marble floor into a gleaming, slippery sheet.
Elaine, lost in wave after wave of shattering orgasm, instinctively crawled toward the open doorway, toward freedom—or perhaps simply toward escape from the overwhelming pleasure. But Boomer never stopped. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his swollen cock deeper into her convulsing core.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
The two of them moved as one grotesque, erotic beast—her on all fours, him mounted heavily behind her, their bodies locked together in relentless, animalistic rutting. Every jolt of pleasure made them shudder in unison.
If any servant of the Prime Minister's household had braved the storm and arrived at that moment, the sight would have stopped their hearts in horror: their grotesque, mountain-like young master—completely naked, rolls of fat quivering—riding a breathtakingly beautiful fairy from another world like a bitch in heat. His massive frame hammered into her from behind with brutal force, while the celestial beauty crawled through the flooding rain on hands and knees, reduced to a moaning, orgasming mess.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
Boomer's thick arms clamped around her slender waist like iron bands, holding her impaled as his own climax tore through him. His obese body shook violently, pumping the last hot spurts of cum deep into her clenching depths while still riding her crawling form.
Elaine's exquisite face was twisted in agonized ecstasy—eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed crimson, long hair plastered wetly against her skin. Her ragged breaths came in desperate gasps, betraying the raw, uncontrollable passion that now consumed her immortal body.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
Every forced crawl forward only drove his ugly, throbbing shaft harder against her innermost walls. The fat, crimson head battered the entrance to her womb with each movement, grinding and rubbing in ways that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her. Step by tortured step, she came again—her mind wiped blank, filled only with the sensation of being thoroughly, endlessly fucked.
Together they stumbled out of the chamber and into the courtyard, bodies still joined, rain lashing down in sheets. The storm's fury couldn't cool the lust fire raging between them.
In the downpour, the delicate silver chimes Boomer had gifted her—adorning her fairy ankles—tinkled like distant bells with every shuddering thrust.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
His spent but still-hard cock remained buried inside her, pulsing faintly as he emptied the final drops from his balls.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
And as the last of his seed flooded her, something extraordinary happened.
Elaine's flawless immortal body began to glow—an aggresive, radiant crimson light blooming beneath her rain-slicked skin. The divine aura grew brighter, more dazzling, until it illuminated the entire storm-drenched courtyard in an otherworldly glow, as if the heavens themselves were acknowledging her total, shameful surrender.
Boomer ravaged Elaine from behind, the beauty's divine form bent low in the mud like a lustful whore. Rain hammered down in sheets, drenching their rutting bodies as the ugly fat man pounded into her with savage, desperate thrusts—doggy style amid the deluge, his sweaty rolls of fat quivering with each grunt.
His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, thick fingers digging into her flawless, ample hips. The obese man trembled violently, lost in the throes of release, flooding her celestial depths with ropes of his viscous seed.
But in that precise moment of climax, as his spent cock softened and slipped free—trailing yellowed semen into the puddles—a bone-chilling dread seized him.
A sudden, inexplicable cold crawled up his spine. Heart pounding, Boomer twisted around in the torrent... and there, mere meters away on this rain-swept night, stood a figure. Materialized from nowhere. The storm raged furiously all around, yet not one drop touched the intruder; an invisible barrier repelled the downpour as if he existed in his own serene void.
Without warning, an unseen hand of iron clamped around his obese throat. Boomer's eyes bulged in grotesque disbelief as his massive body was hoisted effortlessly into the air, feet pedalling uselessly against the stormy night. The world tilted; black spots danced across his vision like swarming insects, and the roar of the rain faded beneath the thunderous drum of his own panicked heart. He clawed at nothing, nails scraping empty air, his jowls wobbling as he fought for a single breath that would not come.
The figure tilted his head, a soft, almost amused chuckle drifting through the torrent like the whisper of a ghost. "I haven't granted you permission to speak yet, mortal."
In that suspended instant, a crushing, absolute certainty crushed down upon Boomer's mind like the weight of the heavens themselves. This was no intruder, no assassin sent by political rivals. This was an Immortal Master—one of those legendary beings who toyed with mortal lives as casually as a child crushed ants beneath his sandal. I'm dead. I'm fucking dead.
Just as unconsciousness began to claim him, the invisible grip loosened. Boomer plummeted, his enormous bulk slamming into the mud with a wet, bone-jarring thud. He gasped greedily, sucking in lungfuls of rain-choked air, his entire body trembling in uncontrollable spasms of fear. A creeping chill crawled across his scalp, sharper than the storm's bite. Warm wetness trickled down his forehead—thick, copper-scented. Blood. His vision blurred crimson; the stranger's face dissolved into a hazy smear of kindness and cruelty.
A heartbeat later, raw agony exploded in his skull. Boomer shrieked—a piercing, animal wail that echoed over the storm—as the pain sharpened into something impossible. His shaking fingers probed upward and found a gaping, perfectly circular hole bored clean through his forehead, as though an invisible auger had drilled into living bone. Blood poured in relentless rivers, soaking his face, dripping from his chin into the mud below.
Yet even as he screamed and clutched at the wound, the stranger continued his leisurely approach, untouched by the deluge. The plain dark-blue Taoist robe hung immaculate and dry, the rain parting around him like obedient servants. His face remained gentle, almost benevolent—handsome, refined features crowned with aloof serenity—until those eyes narrowed with quiet, predatory amusement. A warm, disarming smile curved his lips as he surveyed the depraved tableau: the celestial beauty Elaine, naked and panting on all fours in the filth, her flawless body streaked with mud and mortal seed; and beside her, the repulsive, heaving mortal now writhing in agony, his ugly member still dripping shameful residue into the puddles.
A dark raven materialized upon the stranger's outstretched finger, not as a bird alighting, but as a shadow given sudden, solid form. Its eyes held a fixed and uncanny gleam, flickering with a pinprick of scarlet light. Upon its beak, a rust-dark stain stood out starkly, and clamped within its mandibles was a pale, slender shape—seemed to be a bone, worn and unclean.
"Oh, hello there, Elaine-chan," the man murmured, his voice soft as silk yet slicing cleanly through the raging storm. "You performed very well. My clan brother was absolutely right—people like you are indeed… useful."