Elara bounced hard to meet him, ass cheeks rippling with impact, thighs flexing. Her nails found his pecs, digging in deep—dragging down in long furrows that split skin open, blood welling up in crimson rivers that ran down his sides. The pain seared him raw and open, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of being buried inside her until he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only 'feel'.
She grabbed the belt from beside her. 'Crack-crack-crack'—whipping his inner thighs until welts split and blood beaded across quaking muscle.
"Faster."
"'Nngh'... 'grrrah'!" Ken sobbed, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, but his hips thrust wilder anyway—brutal, punishing pace that made the bed frame creak and his balls ache from the constant slapping impact.
