Chapter 153: Conquest
Haruto didn't respond with words, letting his actions speak for him.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a sweet, musky perfume that promised decadence. His eyes, dark with a possessive fire, roamed over her supine form, committing every blush and tremble to memory.
His movements had now expanded in range, alternating between exploring Natsuha's flower valley and tasting her pale pink blossom. The shapely, tender mounds of the busty beauty occasionally brushed against the tip of his nose.
A soft, keening sound escaped her throat as his tongue delved deeper, lapping at the honey that seeped from her core. Her back arched, pressing her flesh more firmly against his face, a silent plea for more.
As for whether he might taste his own essence left inside her moments earlier—such concerns simply didn't cross his mind.
The thought of their combined flavors on his tongue only spurred his hunger. He drank from her deeply, as a man dying of thirst would from a spring, his own earlier release a tangy salt to her floral sweetness.
Though it was likely a basic lovemaking session without employing the dragon's assault on the flower palace, when releasing his essence, young Haruto's tip remained pressed tightly against the maiden's soft, tender flower palace entrance.
He could feel the delicate, fluttering contractions of her inner walls against the sensitive head of his shaft, a silken, rhythmic massage that threatened to undo his control far too soon.
The milky-white essence shot directly into the beautiful maiden's flower palace. As long as the sacred flower palace hadn't been completely filled to capacity, there was no need to worry about the essence flowing backward.
A hot, thick flood of his seed filled her depths, and Natsuha's cry was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her body seizing as she felt the scalding liquid paint her insides.
With his power greatly enhanced and his control over his body becoming increasingly proficient, Haruto had initially gained the ability to regulate the amount of essence he released.
This mastery was a point of immense pride, a weapon as potent as any blade or spell in his arsenal. It allowed him to prolong the torment and the pleasure, to wring every last sigh and shudder from the women who were his.
After all, even ordinary people could somewhat restrain themselves, releasing either slightly less or slightly more essence.
But Haruto was no ordinary man. His control was surgical, a deliberate and calculated command over the very wellspring of his life force and virility.
Controlling the amount of essence had numerous benefits. First, it prevented waste—during each dual cultivation session, the maidens' flower palaces couldn't contain it all, and even with their lower abdomens swelling, quite a bit would still leak out.
He watched, enthralled, as the excess would trickle down the tender skin of her inner thighs, a glistening testament to his possession. The sight never failed to stir the dragon back to life.
The excess was simply wasted, not only squandering resources but also making the room difficult to clean.
Secondly, by controlling the output, Haruto could experience more pleasure without reducing his endurance.
It was the difference between a single, deafening explosion and a sustained, earth-shattering symphony of detonations that rocked her very soul.
For example, in a dual cultivation session that originally lasted an hour, if Haruto's single release amount was 10, he could only ejaculate once.
Now he could last half an hour each time, releasing five times, yet the ultimate pleasure he achieved was equivalent to two climaxes.
Each controlled eruption was a wave that crashed over her, pulling her under a tide of sensation before she could even catch her breath, only to be hit by the next.
Moreover, the half-hour duration was more suitable for dual cultivation compared to an hour. Simultaneously reaching climax with the beautiful girls, harmonizing yin and yang, yielded the best cultivation results.
The moment of shared, shattering release was a confluence of energies, a perfect, violent storm of power that left both bodies thrumming with raw, transferred strength.
Although he was currently stuck at a bottleneck, he could accelerate the girls' progress in strength.
Of course, the most satisfying part was completely emptying the magazine, but that required time to reload, which wasn't conducive to sustainable cultivation.
The primal, male urge to pump her until she was dripping and bloated with his seed was a constant, tempting whisper at the edge of his control.
With a bit of control, the pleasure didn't differ too much—whether it was one shudder or two, overall, it was still a shudder.
Haruto's next goal was to freely control the size and thickness of the dragon, but he knew it would be quite difficult. He probably wouldn't achieve it until he broke through to the divine level.
He imagined the awe and perhaps fear in a woman's eyes as he reshaped himself to perfectly fill her, to touch depths and stretch boundaries she never knew existed.
Difficult as it was, when he thought of the many beauties of different races in this world, especially those women with powerful strength and talent, he felt he had to give it a try.
To conquer a titan, one needed a titan's weapon. To tame a fairy, one needed a delicate, precise tool. He would be the master of all.
What if one day he encountered a petite fairy girl or a luxurious carriage with titan bloodlines? Haruto's current size definitely wouldn't be suitable.
But if he could control it freely...
Hehehe...
A dark, predatory grin spread across his lips as he lost himself in the fantasy of absolute carnal dominion.
"Ah... Mmph... Ugh..."
The captivating moans of the busty beauty brought Haruto back to his senses. Rather than focusing on uncertain future matters, his immediate priority was to thoroughly mold the lustful girl into his own shape.
Her sounds were a siren's call, dragging him from the shores of future ambitions back into the warm, wet reality of her body.
At this moment, under Haruto's caresses, Natsuha's delicate, fair skin flushed red once more—a sign that her desire had peaked.
The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck, across the swell of her breasts, a map of her arousal that he had drawn with his hands and his mouth.
Natsuha and Haruto were now entangled in passionate lovemaking, the scene incredibly alluring and licentious.
Limbs intertwined, skin slick with sweat, the room echoed with the wet, slapping rhythm of their union and the ragged music of their breath.
In the 69 position, they pleasured each other orally, with heavy panting and wet, slurping sounds echoing through the bedroom.
His tongue worked her clit with a relentless rhythm while her hot, eager mouth sheathed his length, her throat relaxing to take him deeper with a practiced skill that drove him wild.
After playing for a long time, Haruto felt the dragon was about to erupt. He quickly flipped over, pinning the busty beauty beneath him.
The sudden loss of his warmth and the fullness of his cock made her whimper in protest, a sound that turned into a gasp as she found herself trapped beneath his weight.
Natsuha's mouth suddenly felt empty. "What's wrong, Haruto?"
Her voice was a husky, desire-laden thing, her eyes glazed and unfocused, begging for his return.
Seeing her face full of springtime desire, Haruto chuckled inwardly, a strong sense of possessiveness flooding his mind.
Mine, the thought echoed, simple and absolute. Every sigh, every tremor, every drop of pleasure was his to give and his to take.
Pressing down on Natsuha, he kneaded her breasts, which had grown even larger from arousal. "Natsuha, I want you again!"
It was not a request. It was a declaration, a guttural command that brooked no refusal.
With that, Haruto began sucking on the erect buds of the purple-haired beauty's chest.
He drew one pebbled, deep pink nipple into his mouth, suckling hard, his tongue flicking over the taut peak until she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair.
His body pressed heavily against Natsuha's naked form, his not particularly developed but very firm pectoral muscles tight against her prominent breasts.
The friction of skin on skin, the softness of her yielding to his hardness, was a sensation he would never tire of.
The soft, maternal sensation made Haruto ecstatic. Moaning, he held the busty beauty beneath him even tighter.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—a mix of floral soap, feminine musk, and pure, unadulterated Natsuha.
Haruto's hand roamed boldly near her flower valley, but she struggled, twisting her hips, unwilling to let the dragon enter smoothly.
"Haruto... I... still feel a bit sore..."
Her protest was weak, a token resistance that only fueled his desire to conquer. The slight wince in her voice was real, but the way her hips subtly arched towards his seeking fingers betrayed her true need.
While kissing Natsuha's face and breasts, Haruto's dragon below was now unstoppable.
It lay thick and heavy against her thigh, a rigid, throbbing brand of his intent, leaking a pearl of moisture onto her skin.
"It's fine. I checked—it's just a little swollen. It'll recover soon."
His voice was a low, confident rumble against her skin. His essence was already working, a healing, energizing balm that soothed the ache and stoked the embers of her passion anew.
With Natsuha's resilient talent and the restorative effects of his essence, she could fully endure another assault from the dragon.
Hearing Haruto's words, the girl stopped resisting, as she had long reached her limit.
Her body went pliant beneath him, a silent surrender. Her legs fell open, an invitation he was all too eager to accept.
With a cry from Natsuha, Haruto filled the empty flower valley completely.
"Oh!... Your huge cock is stretching me so wide!... Haruto, you've already come inside me once, if you fuck me again with this monster, I'm going to break...!"
At this moment, Natsuha had no strength left to "resist," allowing Haruto to kiss any part of her body, letting his hands roam freely over her, permitting Haruto to "ravage" and possess her again and again.
She was his canvas, and he an artist of sensation, painting her with his mouth and hands in broad, possessive strokes.
Haruto held her slender waist and thrust rapidly and fiercely, his hardened massive member seeming to pierce through the young girl's delicate and sensitive honey pot.
Each drive of his hips was a claim staked, the thick veined shaft of his cock rubbing against every quivering, sensitive inch of her inner walls.
Natsuha opened her mouth with continuous soft moans of "ahh," yet she tightly clung to Haruto's solid back, her legs firmly clamping around his continuously moving waist.
Her nails scored red lines down his back, a primal marking of her own, as if to say I am here, I am yours, this is real.
Haruto slowed his pace, each insertion heavily colliding with the soft floral core before slowly withdrawing until only the enormous tip remained wedged at the entrance.
The slow, deliberate drag was a sweet torture, making her hyper-aware of every inch of his girth, the subtle pulsing of his cockhead nestled deep inside her.
Natsuha was even more delighted, arching her slender waist to facilitate Haruto's movements. Their lower abdomens continuously collided, producing clear, crisp "slapping" sounds.
The sound was lewd, undeniable, a rhythmic applause for their carnal performance.
Sticky spring fluids splattered everywhere, the beautiful large-breasted girl's lower abdomen and inner thighs becoming glisteningly wet, while Haruto's lower body also grew slick with moisture.
The bed beneath them was a soaked ruin, the air thick with the salty-sweet smell of their vigorous coupling.
Haruto thrust with great force, his speed increasing rapidly. Natsuha's moans grew increasingly wild until finally, after a series of tremors, she went limp.
Her climax ripped through her with a silent scream, her body convulsing around his invading length, her channel milking him in frantic, pulsating waves.
Haruto firmly pressed against the entrance to her womb, grasping her snow-white soft large breasts while his lower body shook with rapid, intense movements.
He was a piston, unrelenting and mechanical in his pursuit of his own peak, using her pliant, oversensitive body to drive himself to the brink.
Natsuha screamed joyfully, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, her fair fingers tinged with pink digging into Haruto's arm.
"I'm coming apart! I can't... I'm breaking... your cock is destroying me!"
Natsuha panted heavily, emitting soft whimpers and continuous moans.
Her world had narrowed to the place where their bodies joined, to the feeling of being utterly filled and dominated.
"Natsuha, I'm going to open your womb now, get ready!"
His voice was strained, a hoarse promise of the final, deepest violation. He adjusted his angle, the broad head of his cock seeking the tight, previously untouched entrance to her very core.
Haruto's storm-like technique was too intense for Natsuha, who immediately succumbed, her soft floral entrance already forced open a crack.
A new, sharper pain lanced through her, a stretching burn that was quickly subsumed by a terrifying, profound fullness.
Under the powerful and fierce assault of the giant dragon, the womb entrance stretched wider and wider, finally being completely spread open by the massive tip.
"Ah! You're in my womb! It hurts... you're so deep... I'm so full of you... but it feels so fucking good...!"
Haruto gradually slowed to a stop, looking at her with a smile. Natsuha indeed appeared ready to collapse from exhaustion, lying limply while breathing heavily, her soft chest rising and falling as she panted and murmured softly.
He remained buried to the hilt inside her, feeling the frantic, fluttering pulse of her deepest place against the very tip of his cock. It was the ultimate intimacy.
"Haruto... Master... your cock is so huge, so perfect... you're ruining me for any other man... I love it, I love you... my body, my soul, my very life belongs to you now..."
Seeing Natsuha somewhat fatigued after her pleasure, Haruto took the opportunity to lift her delicate fingers for closer inspection.
Even in this state of utter debauchery, he could appreciate the finer details of his possession.
Her jade-like hands appeared exquisitely carved, crystalline and pale, with slender elegant fingers and petite, refined pointed nails coated in shiny pink polish.
He imagined those elegant fingers wrapped around his shaft, their pink tips contrasting with his ruddy, straining flesh.
"Natsuha's hands are so beautiful!"
After letting Natsuha rest briefly and adjust to the giant dragon within her womb, Haruto turned her over.
He withdrew from her depths with a soft, wet sound, making her gasp, before manhandling her onto her hands and knees.
The beautiful large-breasted girl obediently knelt on all fours, her lovely bottom raised high.
The pose presented her to him perfectly, her glistening, well-used sex on full display, framed by the plump cheeks of her ass.
Haruto satisfiedly slapped her full jade-like buttocks twice, producing crisp sounds. She shyly cooed "mm" in protest, squirming unwillingly a couple times.
The red handprints bloomed on her pale skin, a mark of his ownership that sent a fresh thrill through him.
Haruto chuckled deeply, vigorously kneading the full flesh of her buttocks.
He spread her cheeks, watching her tight, hidden rosette clench and flutter before his eyes drifted down to her slick, puffy folds.
Natsuha felt her beautiful bottom was about to be crushed by Haruto's handling, trembling as she said: "Haruto, be gentler..."
Her plea was a whisper, lost to the roaring of blood in his ears and the urgent throbbing of his cock.
Though she had said as much, Haruto showed no mercy to this delicate beauty, thrusting his rigid enormity into her in one fierce motion. The dragon's head slipped effortlessly into her sacred flower palace.
He sheathed himself in one long, brutal stroke, burying himself in her welcoming, heated depths once more, drawing a sharp, choked cry from her lips.
He gripped the plump, heavy breasts that hung full before her as she leaned forward, kneading them forcefully. "Natsuha, remember this—from now on, you are my exclusive plaything. I'll use you however I please."
His words were a brand, searing into her mind as his body claimed hers. He set a punishing, relentless rhythm, the bed rocking with the force of his thrusts.
"Ah! Yes!... I understand, Master! I'm your slut, your plaything!... Please, just don't stop...!"
The buxom beauty, lost in ecstasy, complied willingly with Haruto. Regardless of her mind, her body had truly submitted beneath the great dragon.
Her mind was a blank slate of pleasure, her will eroded by the relentless, wonderful friction. She was his, in every way that mattered.