Dragonvale City, somewhere in the Duke's Manor...
The air reeked with the pungent smell of liquor, and the acrid stench of sex, the intoxicating aroma hanging heavily over the spacious room.
The walls seemed to vibrate with the lewd sounds emanating from within, the slap of skin against skin, the heavy breathing, and the wet sounds of arousal.
It was a cacophony that defied all sense of modesty or reserve.
In the center of this chaotic scene, a stunning young woman in her early twenties writhed in pleasure-pain, on all fours, her slender form flailing as she was vigorously rammed from behind by a brown haired youth.
Her golden locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of sunlight, framing her flawless face as she moaned and whimpered with every brutal thrust.
Her large, E cup breasts jiggled forward and backward every time she was plundered in behind.
Her partner, a boy not much older than herself, wielded his member with a ferocity that bordered on savagery.
His eyes were closed, his face twisted in a grotesque grimace of ecstasy, as if he were possessed by some primal force that refused to be satiated.
Clap!
Occasional slaps echoed through the air, their sharp cracks punctuating the rhythm of their lovemaking.
Each strike sent her body jolting forward, her cries growing more desperate and urgent with each passing moment.
To the side, a second naked woman lay quietly on the huge bed, the rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was awake.
Her beauty rivalled that of her companion, with an equally bountiful chest.
Her long, raven-black hair cascaded across the pillows like a dark waterfall, framing her porcelain-skinned face as she observed the spectacle before her with an expression of detached resignation to her fate.
A steady stream of creamy white fluid escaped from her gaping pussy, dripping down her inner thighs onto the sheets below.
Her eyes fluttered occasionally, lost in a world of her own, as she absorbed the sounds and sensations of the couple's intense coupling.
Her ass was bloody red, with the marks of a large hand written all over.
With each brutal slap delivered by Noah's hand, she winced even though she was no longer on the receiving end of Noah's strikes, for now.
It was as though she were still living vicariously through the act, also experiencing the pain and degradation inflicted upon the girl beneath him.
Her breaths came in soft gasps, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic motion as she lay there, a silent spectator to the carnal display unfolding before her.
Noah's large hands gripped the blonde girl's hips with bruising force as he continuously rammed into her from behind.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by her sharp whimpers of pain and his guttural grunts of pleasure.
He didn't bother with finesse or restraint, focusing solely on his own gratification as he used her body for his amusement.
His fingers dug into her soft flesh, leaving angry red marks that would undoubtedly bruise later.
With every powerful stroke, he drove her forward, forcing her to brace herself against the headboard support.
"Noah!" she cried out, her voice laced with desperation and fear. "It hurts! You're hurting me!"
But he paid her pleas no mind, instead redoubling his efforts.
"Shut it!!!" He shouted angrily.
One hand moved to her shoulder, pinning her in place as he pounded into her with renewed vigor.
The other hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, slapping her buttocks hard enough to leave handprints on her tender skin.
She sobbed openly now, her body shaking with each punishing thrust.
With a final, vicious drive of his hips, Noah buried himself deep within the girl, his cock pulsing as he spent his seed inside her abused pussy.
A harsh groan tore from his throat as he emptied himself completely, savoring the tight clench of her muscles around him.
As soon as he was finished, he withdrew, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound.
Without any regard for her well-being, he grabbed her by the waist and unceremoniously dumped her to the side like a rag doll.
She landed on the bed with a dull thud, her body folding in on itself.
Noah stepped away from the bed, tucking himself back into his pants as he watched her gather recoil on one corner of the bed, as if trying to get back as far away from him as possible.
A hint of blood seeped from between her legs where his battering had left her raw and aching, but he felt no remorse.
Noah remained standing, his eyes fixed on some distant point as he swigged from a half-empty bottle of wine.
The amber liquid burned down his throat, providing a temporary escape from the raging storm of emotions churning within him.
"Tch... Ravenshade scum, that bastard. How did that assassin fail to kill him? Now I have to spend more coin for another assassin."
Just the thought that Kyle was still alive even now reignited the flames of his anger.
Eventually, he set the bottle aside, his gaze finally landing on the girls sprawled on the bed. They both lay motionless.
The blonde's face was pale and smeared with tears, her chest rising and falling in shallow, panting breaths.
Noah looked toward the other one, the black hair haired beauty.
"Get up," he growled, his voice rough with the remnants of his earlier anger. "Ride me." He spoke, getting rid of the clothing he had initially put back on.
Reluctantly, she complied, slowly pushing herself onto her knees before crawling back onto his lap.
Noah's member twitched in anticipation, hardening once more at the sight of her quivering flesh.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him with a forceful jerk.
She cried out, her inner walls clenching around him as he forced himself back into her abused pussy.
Despite her obvious discomfort, he pulled her down harder, relishing the way her body stretched to accommodate him once again.
The girl rode Noah, her movements growing more sluggish as fatigue took its toll.
Still, she persisted, driven by some primal urge to please him.
Pa! Pa!