Mireya did her best to stifle her moans, turning her face to the side as far as her neck would allow, her eyes squeezed shut.
Even so, sweet, high-pitched sounds escaped from the depths of her throat. Adorable and sensual, punctuated by gasping curses.
What embarrassed her the most, honestly, was the sound.
Wet, obscene slaps echoed through the room with every thrust of his hips against her breasts. Each impact sent the soft flesh rippling in heavy waves, the plump mounds compressing flat against his hips before bouncing back, cool purple skin trembling as the weight of each breast swayed against the other.
His hot skin slid through the pillowy softness of her huge tits, the sheer mass of them molding around him with every stroke.
Second, of course, was the small pool of love juices forming between her legs.
With every thrust between her breasts, her irritation grew. Her face flushed deeper and deeper as she looked at Ethan with a mix of emotions.
Above all, indignation.
For so damn reason, she could no longer project murderous intent at him!
What was happening?
"Ughnn~... can’t you just cum already? Why is it taking so long?" She let out an irritated cry, drawing a smile from Ethan.
The handso young man wasn’t far from climaxing himself. And he obviously didn’t miss the opportunity of having her with her mouth open, waiting for him.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
His cock slipped from the tight embrace of her tits, and the heavy mounds fell apart with a soft, wet bounce, glistening with the slick trail left between them.
He grabbed the base of his shaft firmly, leaving her no ti to react.
Mireya’s eyes widened.
Her open mouth stretched even further as a thick, enormous, throbbing mber invaded her. Her lips instinctively closed around the shaft, her tongue pressed flat against the hot, veiny underside.
The next mont, a torrent of hot, viscous liquid hit the back of her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out with the sheer volu.
That was... sen.
A man’s sen!
Mireya wanted to bite down, but all she could do was swallow. The cum slid down her throat in greedy gulps, thick and warm.
Gush after gush, it all went down until, finally, he pulled away. The mber slipped from her lips with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva and cum stretching between them before snapping.
"Ah... you damned scoundrel~ you dare force a princess to drink your cum?!" She roared, her face burning with outrage and sha.
"Well, you didn’t seem to be disliking it much, judging by how eagerly you swallowed, hehehe." Ethan chuckled, watching her cheeks glow red with embarrassnt.
Even Elena had had a hard ti handling his cum the first ti. But Mireya had swallowed it all without spilling a single drop.
She even seed to savor the cock in her mouth for a mont.
Was that princess a hidden degenerate?
Seeing her so flushed, despite the anger and furrowed brows, drew an honest laugh from him.
Without worrying about her furious glare, he picked up the blood pendant beside the bed. He held it firmly, made a small cut on his finger, and dripped a drop of blood onto it.
[Do you wish to claim Mireya Vorhn, Death Knight, as your servant?]
[Yes] [No]
Ethan didn’t hesitate to click yes.
The next mont, a blinding light flooded the room.
Mireya’s red pupils dilated as she felt the bond form. Her soul connected to his in a contract of servitude.
"You son of a bitch!" she cursed, feeling the energies return. "I’m going to—"
Ethan paid her no mind, using the pendant in his hands to punish her.
He could make her feel anything, from pain to...
His eyes suddenly glead.
With a single thought, Mireya froze.
Her back arched violently. Her large, firm breasts followed the movent, thrust upward before dropping back against her torso with a heavy slap, the round flesh bouncing.
Her hands flew to her own crotch, her virgin, plump, tight pussy gushing love juices that stained the bedroom carpet.
Ethan smiled.
A single thought was enough to give her an imdiate orgasm.
With a soft chuckle, he lifted her off the floor, taking her in his arms.
"Aghn~~ what the hell was that? I’ll never... I’ll never~" Mireya’s eyes slowly closed, and Ethan’s face flushed with heat.
"You’re going to be my servant and also my woman now, whether you like it or not. Get so rest; tomorrow we’ll start the hunt to take you to the third stage." He smiled, his hands settling on the plump curves of Mireya’s butt.
He didn’t squeeze. Just maintained gentle pressure, feeling the heavy warmth of her breasts pressed flush against his chest, the soft mounds flattened between their bodies and bulging slightly at the sides.
She was quite warm for a death knight. Her skin was cold, of course, but not an unpleasant cold. Quite the opposite.
It was like the coolness of a pillow on a hot day. Perfect for holding in his embrace.
Mireya clenched her teeth, irritated but unable to retort, and a little confused.
Why hadn’t Ethan erased her ego?
When creating a Death Knight, the first thing to do is erase the ego. Create an empty shell that does little more than blindly serve its master. Otherwise, the Knight could, given enough ti, rebel and kill him.
At first, she thought he simply didn’t know about that. But seeing the warm, sweet smile on his handso face, she could only shake her head, closing her eyes in sha.
She had died over four hundred years ago. And now, despite all her age, she had fallen into the hands of this damned pretty face.
Gritting her teeth, she launched the only kind of attack she could: attacks with no lethal potential!
Her lips parted, and she sank her teeth into his chest.
A scream filled with pain echoed through the room, and Mireya smiled with satisfaction before retreating inside the pendant. There, thanks to her connection with Ethan, she could finally recover.
That bite was just the first step in her great revenge!
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