After pressing against her hymen, Arthas took another deep breath and gave a forceful lunge. Pop! Accompanied by a crisp sound, Maricia's raised feet suddenly curled. Her ten toes, hidden inside the black stockings, tensed up as she endured the pain of being deflowered.
"Mmph!" Arthas kissed Maricia, while slowly beginning to thrust. He had no intention of being gentle; Maricia was beautiful, but she was also his lust-processor, a tool for his venting!
"Oh... ooh... Master... ah...!" The itching sensation brought by the thrusting began to dominate Arthas's reason, causing her to uncontrollably writhe her slender waist. At this moment, the meat rod slowly inserted to the deepest part of her honey cave. The crown slammed violently against her sensitive cervix, triggering wave after wave of climax. Especially that sour-sweet pleasure of the "dragon" hitting the depths of her core; even with her mouth blocked, those moans of delight couldn't be stifled.
"Feels good, doesn't it! You little slut!" Arthas's smile was incredibly lewd. He looked upright on the outside, but his behavior was purely wicked. His six-pack abs slammed against Maricia's plump, rounded buttocks in a continuous rhythm. After a round of thrusting, Arthas's speed actually continued to accelerate. His movements were so fierce it seemed as if he wanted to stuff his entire self into her honey pot.
"Oh! So deep! My hole is going to split!" Maricia cooperated with Arthas's dragon, twisting her hips to let it penetrate deeper. The writhing tender flesh within her cave tightly wound around the rod. An overwhelming tide of pleasure submerged everything. In her mind, Arthas's lewd face was deeply engraved; her feelings were shifting from worship to love. Women were like that—the relationship before being penetrated and after was a completely different story.
"Mm... ah... deeper... ah... fuck me... ah... Master... oh... so happy... ah... fuck me..." Maricia cried out wantonly. She had already cast a spell so that no sound could be heard outside.
As the dragon rubbed within, it stretched the valley so wide it felt as if it would tear. She didn't know if it was Arthas's technique or if her body was simply ready to endure her master's madness. That thick, massive thing brought her no pain now, only a tingling, numbing, aching sensation. Her body felt like it had entered a furnace, yet it was a scorched feeling of fullness and bliss. An unprecedented pleasure swept over her. That burning, full sensation filled not only her valley but also her heart. Maricia couldn't help but clamp down on him, savoring the enchanting lust of the dragon's thrusts. The intense physical impact sent her into continuous climaxes, making her scream out loud involuntarily.
Under Arthas's fiery barrage of thrusts, Maricia felt as if she had been sent to a celestial realm. His assault was profound and intense; every strike targeted a vital spot, every hit landed on the mark! The stimulation drove her into a frenzy. That burning dragon head kept searing the sensitive areas deep within her valley, making her delicate body tremble and twitch in waves, spasming uncontrollably. Her hot, longing valley tightly sucked the dragon, and the sensitive core deep in her cave wriggined and contracted, refusing to let go of the tip.
This kind of thrusting, filled with peak after peak, was more than even a seasoned matron could handle, let alone a virgin. Her heart and soul drifted and bobbed in those waves of carnal desire, being sent to paradise again and again by his deep thrusts. It was a beauty beyond description.
Slap! Slap! Slap! In the quiet, solemn office, a scene of ugly, passionate copulation was playing out. Two prestigious figures were indulging in their senses. Arthas's body was covered in glistening sweat, his fair skin flushed a sexy cherry-pink. Her tied-up golden hair had come loose like a waterfall. She lay weakly on the desk, bearing Arthas's weight while being continuously fucked. Her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, tightly clamped around his waist and hips. She clung to his broad back like an octopus, her waist swaying, her hips thrusting, fully receiving his pleasure and catering to his every move.
"Oh... ah... Master... I'm going to die... ah... I'm dying... ah... I'm flying... I'm flying away... ah..." Maricia's eyes widened, and she suddenly hit a peak in her excitement. An ultimate pleasure exploded and spread through her entire body. All her strength seemed to vanish, replaced by endless tingling and happiness. She felt as though she had been completely emptied!
Arthas, who should have been able to last a long time after having doubled with the pretty maidservants earlier, found Maricia's body to be made of something else—it was filled with an enchanting, seductive attraction. The tip of his dragon seemed to have pierced into some particularly soft and silky place that sucked him tight, sending intense sensations to his sensitive glans. Coupled with the charming female elf continuously licking his lips like a cat seeking affection, Arthas felt a numbness in his spine. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He pressed down hard on the pretty elf Archbishop.
With one final, deep thrust that reached the very core of her heart, he shuddered. A wonderfully joyous sensation arrived as the scorching lava was blasted out with force. Arthas panted lowly, pressing against her firmly to ensure none of the hot lava leaked out, sending every last drop into Maricia's womb.
Arthas's dragon pressed hard against her tender core, spraying seeds of desire deep into the honey pot. As the scalding, thick essence continuously irrigated her, the female body rose and fell in rhythm. In an instant, the sensation of fullness vanished, and the lewd ravaging finally ended. Her swollen, messy cave still held a trace of itching, and an inexplicable sense of emptiness welled up in Maricia's heart.
It took a long time for Maricia to come back to her senses. Two minutes had passed, and she still had no strength at all. Throttling pulses of tingling still came from her hole, the afterglow of the climax continuing for so long that her soul hadn't even fully cleared. An immensely satisfying feeling surged from deep in her womb. She felt as if she had no strength left, but as her mind cleared, her heart gradually filled with love.
"Master, you are so good. That felt so wonderful just now!" Maricia looked at Arthas with eyes full of love. Once a woman has been fucked, and fucked into a state of immense pleasure, her feelings become different.
"You will be this happy and comfortable in the future as well!" Arthas glanced out the window, then smirked lewdly again. "There's still time. Let's go for another round!"
"Ah! Master!" Maricia only let out a delicate cry before she was picked up by Arthas, who proceeded to fuck her while walking around the office. For a time, the room was filled only with the woman's moans and the sounds of intense physical combat. Passion spread within, while outside the room remained holy and solemn—forming a stark, intense contrast!