Lira gives herself completely to Master Murim, who guides her through intense training and prepares her for an unforgettable honeymoon. Will her husband be able to maintain his place in this relationship?
Master Murim held Lira tightly, his arms wrapping around her as if he feared she might disappear at any moment. His hands descended to her massive rear end, squeezing it possessively as he whispered in her ear, "You will always be mine, my beloved servant. My master ." Lira moaned softly, her body responding immediately to his dominant touch. Without warning, he lifted her up, pressing his erect cock against her entrance, and entered her in one swift motion, filling her completely. His kisses were tender yet firm, as if he wanted to impress upon her the taste of him, his dominance.
"You're mine, Lira," he murmured between kisses, his voice husky with desire. "Only mine."
She nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moved her with a slow but deep rhythm, as if marking his territory. Lira's husband, sitting in a corner of the room, watched silently. His presence was almost invisible, a reminder of what he had been and what he was no longer: a plaything, a shadow in his wife's life.
After that passionate encounter, Lira remained close to her master, as if afraid of straying too far. Her husband faded into the background, his existence reduced to that of a spectator. Murim, on the other hand, guided her with a firm hand, taking her by the hand and leading her to the training yard. The sun shone brightly, but the heat emanating from it was even more intense.
"Today I will teach you something new," he said, his voice filled with authority. "You are not just my lover, Lira. You are my warrior."
The training was exhaustive. Murim taught her Murim techniques, fluid, lethal movements that demanded precision and strength. Lira gave herself completely, her body sweating in the sun as he corrected her, guided her, pushed her to her limits. His hands touched her firmly, not only to instruct, but to remind her who was in charge.
"Faster," he ordered, his breath hot in her ear as she practiced a kick. "You're not a novice, Lira. You're mine."
When the training finally ended, both were exhausted but satisfied. Murim led her to a private room, where the air was cooler and the light dimmer. Without a word, he had her lie face down and knelt behind her. His hands caressed her tight bottom, his fingers tracing invisible patterns before his tongue descended, licking and tasting her skin with torturous slowness.
"Master…" Lira moaned, her body arching toward him.
"Shh," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Just relax."
His lips and tongue explored every inch, eliciting moans from her that echoed around the room. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her beg without saying a word. When he finally pulled away, Lira was trembling, her body wet and eager for more.
"It's time to get out of this comfort zone," Murim said, taking her hand. "I'm going to take you somewhere special."
The special place turned out to be a honeymoon retreat in a secluded cabin, surrounded by dense forests and a crystal-clear lake. The atmosphere was intimate, but also fraught with tension. Lira's husband was there, but his presence was almost phantom, like another piece of furniture in the room.
That night, Murim and Lira's husband placed her in the center of the bed, their bodies on either side. The master looked at her with a commanding smile before whispering:
—Are you ready, my maid?
Lira nodded, her body already wet with anticipation. Murim positioned himself behind her, his erect cock brushing against her entrance, while her husband knelt in front of her, his member ready to penetrate her from the front.
"We're going to fill you up, Lira," Murim said, his voice heavy with promise. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, master," she whispered, her voice trembling.
In a coordinated motion, they both penetrated her, Murim from behind and her husband from the front. The sensation of being completely filled made her moan, her body stretched between the two men. Murim began to move forcefully, his cock pounding deep inside her, while her husband thrust less intensely, as if she were a mere complement.
"Your husband is just a toy," Murim whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I am the one who fills you, the one who dominates you."
"Yes, Master," Lira moaned, her body responding to his words. "You mean everything to me."
The pace intensified, Lira's moans filling the room. Murim held her tightly, his hands squeezing her hips as he moved her with a relentless rhythm. Her husband, on the other hand, moved with less conviction, as if he knew his role was secondary.
"Who do you love, Lira?" Murim asked, his voice husky with desire.
"You, master," she replied, her voice full of adoration. "Only you."
The climax came like a wave, sweeping away everything in its path. Lira screamed, her body convulsing as Murim filled her with his semen, marking her as his once more. Her husband also finished, but his contribution seemed insignificant in comparison.
When it was all over, Lira lay back in Murim's arms, her body still trembling. He kissed her tenderly, his lips softening the intensity of the moment.
"You're mine, Lira," he whispered. "You always will be."
She smiled, her body still wet and satisfied.
"I admire you, Master," she said, her voice full of love. "You're everything I've ever wanted."
Murim held her tightly, his body protecting her as if the outside world didn't exist. Lira's husband, sitting in a corner, watched silently. His presence was a reminder of what had been, but also of what would never be again.
The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Lira belonged to Murim, and he had no intention of letting her go. Night fell upon the cabin, and with it, the promise of more intense moments, more domination, more love.
And at that moment, nothing else mattered.