Noctlisa's shimmering eyes and drooling tongue told Jett exactly how aroused she was. His heated breath bathed her scalp and nape, saliva seeming to melt into her chocolate skin. She trembled in place, thighs rubbing and chest heaving.
Catching the torn edge of her bodice, Jett yanked it down along with the top of her bra. One breast bounced free, its nipple already hard. He seized the ample mound, squeezing until her flesh spilled between his fingers.
He kneaded the breast as though working silky dough, then ripped away the rest of the bodice to bare its twin and lavished it with the same rough devotion. Soon both breasts overflowed his palms.
Slightly lighter than Mia's, but still huge and soft. I don't remember a single flat‑chested maid in those paintings.
Cradling her tits like treasured artifacts from the Storage Orb, Jett glanced up at Noctlisa and couldn't stop the grin curling across his face. She panted, sweat beading down her temple, half‑lidded eyes fixed on him while he gently kissed each nipple, then sucked hard, drawing a guttural moan and another shiver. Her clenched fists trembled as pleasure mounted.
"You said you cloak yourself in shadow armor during battles?" Jett asked, his breath washing over her damp skin.
"Yeah, Master… it's one of our innate skills," Noctlisa answered, voice husky yet respectful.
"So are you the only one who gets hornier when I shred your clothes?" he teased, palms sliding across her still‑clad waist.
"I… I'm not sure, Master," she admitted.
"I find this contrast so fucking hot," Jett growled. With a ruthless tug he ripped the remaining fabric at her waist, the hem popping loose so the dress pooled at her ankles.
Oh wow… her chocolate skin against white knee-high socks is pure art.
Drawn by that vision, Jett knelt before her and buried his face between her thighs. For someone who called herself a battle freak, her legs were plump and pillowy—better than any cushion he'd ever slept on. Her sweet scent dragged him deeper until his arms wrapped around her heart‑shaped ass.
A faint whoosh sounded behind her, something hidden beneath those shaky whimpers.
Is that a horse tail?
He grabbed the unexpected bundle of hair and pulled it aside.
"Ahhh—!" Noctlisa moaned, the meadow‑and‑hay fragrance of her arousal blooming as fresh slick soaked her panties.
Yep, definitely a masochist. The rougher I am, the harder she'll come—need to watch my limits, though.
Jett's pulse kicked. He straightened and met her gaze. "You stood tall while I played with you, but that feral berserker side is still sleeping, right? You can feel even better—come buckets—can't you?"
Her blush deepened, yet she nodded.
"Stand on the bed and grab the footboard. Stick that gorgeous ass up," he ordered.
"Okay, Master," Noctlisa obeyed, stepping past the fallen fabric to the mattress.
Hands gripping the footboard, she leaned forward, legs pressed together. Her tail whipped from side to side, proudly framing the full curve of her rear.
Exactly what I pictured—long, sculpted legs, thick thighs, an ass that makes the knee‑highs look like icing on a birthday cake. Breathtaking.
"Am I positioned right, Master?" Noctlisa asked, feeling his gaze roam.
Jett smiled. "Your legs and backside make the sapphire ocean look like background scenery. I'm obsessed with this view."
Flustered and eager to please, she flexed, her tail pausing, then flicking again.
"Thank you so much, Master!" she yelped.
His footsteps thudded behind her. Instead of thrusting, he hooked his fingers into her panties, easing them down while lifting her tail for an even better angle. Her musky scent rushed up, thick as summer hay. Disappointment flickered for a heartbeat, quickly smothered by sweet anticipation.
Without warning, his palm cracked across her cheek.
"Nnnnh!" Noctlisa cried, nerves blazing.
Jett's hand lingered. "You okay?"
"Hell yeah, Master!"
"So… you want me to slap you more—and harder?" he asked. Please say yes, because I'm into this too.
"Yes, Master!"
"Good girl," he praised, landing another sharp smack that set her cheeks jiggling.
"Ahhh—!" Her cry rang off the headboard.
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