Pa! Pa!
Occasionally, his hand rose to connect with her buttocks, leaving red imprints on her tender skin.
Noah suddenly raised one hand, gripping her hair tightly. He forced her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat.
At the same time, he continued his relentless thrusts, each one driving deeper into her already stretched pussy.
The girl let out a sharp cry of pain as he yanked her head back, tears springing to her eyes from the sudden intrusion.
The brutal pace of his movements left her breathless, her body jolting forward with every powerful stroke.
"Ah! Ah!" Her high-pitched screams echoed off the walls, mingling with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the creaking of the bed beneath them.
As she crested the wave of pleasure, she came, her body shuddering violently as her inner muscles clenched around his shaft.
"Mmmmmm...!!!"
In that moment of blissful release, she forgot everything else, the pain, the fear, the endless pounding... but it was short-lived.
Noah's expression darkened as she stopped moving. His anger flared.
Smack!
With a swift motion, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face with a loud crack.
The force sent her crashing to the bed, where she lay motionless and silent, grunting in pain, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Useless," Noah muttered, clicking his tongue in disgust. "Can't even ride properly. You are all useless!"
Without another glance, he turned away, beginning to dress himself with slow, deliberate movements.
The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the soft fall of his clothes onto the floor.
Noah zipped up his pants, tucking in his shirt with a curt jerk. He glanced back at the girls, sprawled on the bed like discarded dolls, their limbs splayed in unnatural positions.
A flicker of disappointment flared within him before being swiftly extinguished by his arrogance.
"Tch, what a letdown," he muttered to himself. "Defective from the start." With a shrug, he turned away.
"I'll have to find a new plaything soon," he said to no one in particular, already mentally cataloging the various types of women that might suit his needs.
"Now, let's go hire ourselves a proper assassin to finish off that sorry excuse of a noble, and then I can go claim my trophy. I can't trust that Count to do things right, I have to make sure."
A wicked grin stretched across his face, already imagining himself pressing Jasmine beneath him.
With that thought in mind, Noah strode out of the room, closing the door behind him without a second glance.
He walked out into a long, dimly lit corridor with brisk steps.
....
At the base of the towering, snow-capped Dragonvale mountain range, nestled within the embrace of sun-drenched valleys, lay the sprawling Dragonvale city.
This city, a masterpiece of ingenuity and divine intervention, was built upon the ruins of an ancient civilization, its streets paved with stones shimmering like stars under the sun's touch.
This was one of the world's oldest cities. having existed for hundreds of thousands of millennia.
At the heart of the city was the Radiant Plaza, a grand square surrounded by three towering spires of stone and metal, each one reaching towards the heavens, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display of light and color.
In the center of the plaza, between the spires, stood a fountain, at its center, a statue of The Radiant Lord, a ruler from ancient times. He was a legend amongst men.
Leading his world amongst many more courageous men to fend off invaders of another race from a different world made him a hero.
As a Deity Transformation realm expert at his peak meant his strength as a cultivator was unmatched.
Some believed he had died of old age, after living for millions of years, while the more blind worshipers of this man believed he had ascended to the mythical realm of immortals.
But that is a story for another day.
Along different streets that met in the plaza, numerous pavilions stood: The alchemist association, the merchants guild, the mercenaries guild, the Crafters pavilion, as well as the conspicuous assassins guild and black market further down the streets.
Noah walked briskly through the crowded streets, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of his rendezvous point.
The bustling metropolis hummed around him, with people going about their daily lives. As expected, the majority of them were early Qi condensation cultivators.
And Noah had no eyes for the weak, that is, unless they were an unparalleled beauty.
As he made his way deeper into the heart of the city, He came across a narrow alleyway, its walls lined with flickering light signs.
One of the reads: The Hanging Veil.
"This is it."
He ducked into the shadowed passage, his footsteps echoing off the rough brick walls.
A flicker of movement caught his eye, and he turned to look in that direction.
There, at the end of the alleyway, stood a figure draped in black robes, their face obscured by a hood that seemed to shift and change with every glance.
This was his contact, his hidden link to the assassins guild. The man looked towards Noah, with no noticeable change in expression.
"Well, tell me why my target is still alive?" Stopped in front of the man, immediately speaking first.
"I assure you, my contact assured me the target was dead. I don't know what went wrong." The man responded.
"Well, he's still alive damnit!" Noah's voice, though low, carried an edge of both anger and urgency.
"I need you to find someone who can do the job right," he said, his eyes never leaving the figure in front of him. "Last time, it was a mess. I had to answer to my father because of your failure."
The contact remained silent, their hooded head nodding slightly.
Noah continued, "I'll give you five hundred gold, five times what I gave you last time. And I want results next week. No more failures."
The man did not immediately accept the conditions, as if debating something in his head. Eventually, he spoke.
"You know assassinations take time, especially those involving a high-profile individual like a noble. Just getting close enough to the target is difficult. Last time we had to prepare for the right moment to strike for a month; now it is bound to become more difficult with the first attempt failing. Redmond has been compromised, and so he might have given them information."
"Seven hundred... And you complete the assignment next week. But, damn it! How did they get to Redmond?"
"Not to worry, I knew the man; he would rather die before he let anything slip. What they can gather from asking around, however, is a different matter. So be careful, Young Lord."