Noctlisa executed a flawless split, the heat radiating from her inner thighs mingling with the faint musk of sweat and linen, granting her Master an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy.
Jett pressed the blunt head of his cock—thicker than a lance—against her slick entrance, coating himself in nothing but her nectar. With a slow thrust he breached her tightness; the way she clenched around his crown told him he was committing all the way.
Leaning forward, he braced his arms beside her; the sheets crinkled beneath his fists and the mattress gave a dull thump as he buried himself until his hips kissed the cushion of her ass.
"Fff… ahhh… f-fuck…"
The groan tore from Noctlisa's throat as her hymen yielded, a trickle of blood sliding down his shaft. The pain burned, yet each lick of it spread molten fire through her body.
Realizing he had just taken her virginity, Jett straightened, meaning to pull out and clean her.
"K‑Keep thrustin', Master! Please, drive deeper—let your spear breach my womb!" Noctlisa cried, burying her face in the sheets.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
"Aye, Master!" she replied, her words muffled by linen.
Time to get rough—boundaries off the table.
Jett's palm cracked against her ass, and he plunged forward, forcing every inch into her. Noctlisa's eyes flew open, glowing like twin moons. She wanted him to discover just how perverted she could be.
Master's cock puts every lance I've ever seen to shame… it's a weapon all its own, and I'll yield the moment he aims it at me. Gods, I love it!
He bottomed out and felt her inner walls seize him, a hungry suction that almost wrung an orgasm from a single thrust.
"Ohhhh! Master, you're buried to the hilt—just like I prayed for!" she moaned.
"So you like it deep, huh?" Jett chuckled. "Let's test your flexibility."
Stung by how close he'd come, his pride flared and he doubled down. One hand gathered her snowy hair into makeshift reins, yanking her upper body toward him, while the other clamped over one lush ass cheek, keeping her legs in that impossible split. Slow, grinding thrusts scraped her insides. He pushed her farther, palming a breast as she arched like living rubber, her tongue lolling with every stroke.
"Well, fuck, you're amazing," he growled, hammering her while stretching both her pussy and her voluptuous frame.
Noctlisa's moans rose with each thrust, her glazed eyes locked on his from inches away, breath hot against his lips. Jett's control frayed; he needed speed. Letting go of her hair, he drove her face deeper into the pillow and blanketed her back with his own weight, her ass held high—his favorite angle—while the mattress groaned beneath their pounding bodies; wet, stinging slaps echoed off the walls, loud enough, he figured, for anyone nearby to hear just how savagely he was ruining his second maid.
"Ungh… fuck—yes!"
"I'm gonna bust—take it all!" he warned, driving to her core.
Her eyes rolled back as he shoved her hair aside to watch the ecstasy twisting her face. Pride repaired, he erupted, pumping thick spurts straight against her womb.
[You have claimed your second maid, Noctlisa.]
[You have completed your quest.]
[You can obtain the reward from the Mansion's Storage Orb.]
Jett let the translucent HUD flicker once before fading from sight, all his attention locked on the glistening heat before him. He pulled out and watched cream spill from her abused pussy while his cock throbbed for more.
Noctlisa rolled onto her back, legs still trembling, then reached for him with burning eyes that begged for another round. His composure snapped; he caught her wrists, crashed his mouth onto hers, and devoured her breath.
"As wild as you are, you're still greener than me," he smirked, gripping her chin. "That look right there—that's what I wanted."
Sweaty white strands clung to her flushed cheeks. She panted, drunk on seed and submission, even sexier under his triumphant gaze.
"What do you want?" he asked, granting her the dignity of voicing it.
"Master, ravage me 'til I black out—please!"
"That's exactly what I want too. On your side—leg up."
"Aye, Master!" she answered, eager.
Jett plunged back inside from the new angle, sweat gliding over their bodies while the air grew heavy with musk as he probed deeper corners of her slick heat. He kept experimenting—position after position—until the berserker lurking inside her failed to fully awaken, smothered under pleasure too intense for her inexperienced body to bear.