Jon bit into her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, as she rode him like a cowgirl.
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to an hour. Melody was still riding him. But in the past hour, she had come on his cock thrice, while he had shot his load inside her twice.
Jon felt an urge to see what she looked like after working so tirelessly to please him.
He grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him.
She was drooling from her mouth from being fucked too much.
Her eyes were half-lidded, and her mind was foggy as she went up and down on his length.
Yes, despite looking dead tired, she didn't stop pleasuring him.
"What a good girl," Jon thought as he kissed her.
"I-I can't no more." Melody was expressing she was too tired to ride him anymore, but because of being fucked until her mind was a mess, she barely managed to form a few coherent words.
"Don't worry. I will take it from here."
Jon flipped her back down onto the floor, mounted her missionary style, and started pounding into her like a pile driver. His pace was cruel. Ruthless.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
His balls slapped her ass with every thrust that send his dick balls deep inside her.
AHH! AHH! AHH!
Moaning and sobbing, Melody clawed at the back of the brute who was senselessly destroying her honey hole, wrapping her legs around his waist, locking her ankles.
Being fucked so hard, her climax was inevitable.
Under his relentless pounding, her body began to twitch uncontrollably, toes curling, her mouth forming soundless screams.
"Don't cum yet," Jon growled, slowing just enough to hold her there.
"I-I can't hold back."
"Beg.'
"Please let me cum," she sobbed, eyes pleading. "Please. I need it."
"What do you need?"
"I need to cum. I need your cock to continue pounding me hard. Please!"
"How can I ever say no to such a pretty and needy face?"
He hammered into her again, this time without restraint.
Immediately, her orgasm hit her like a wave crashing against the rocks, violent, sudden, and all-consuming. She shrieked as her body convulsed, juices squirting out between them, her walls pulsing around his cock.
The only thing her orgasm did was turn him on more.
He kept going, riding out her orgasm.
"I'm going to fill you up," he said after pounding her pussy fiercely for what felt like half an hour.
"Yes! Do it! Cum inside me! Fill me!"
He gave three more brutal thrusts and groaned as he emptied himself into her. His seed spilled deep into her womb, her body sucking every drop greedily.
He looked down. Melody laid beneath him trembling, gasping, her pussy twitching around his length. It seemed like she had come again when he released inside her just now.
He slowly pulled out, and a mix of their fluids began to leak from her abused hole.
Seeing him looking at her, she reached down between her legs, scooping up a glob of his cum with two fingers, then licked them clean with a grin.
Jon's dick twitched in excitement but he didn't want to break her, so he held back, not knowing she wanted to be broken by him.
With a wavering gaze, he stared down at her sweaty, flushed, smiling faintly, her body looking completely used.
But her eyes... they still sparkled with hunger.
Suddenly, she asked him a question.
"Did I do good?"
He answered her immediately.
"You did perfect."
"Then where's my reward," she asked.
He patted her head, knowing what she was asking for.
She smiled in satisfaction.
"Didn't I also do good. Don't I also deserve a reward?"
Jon looked at her eagerly as she gave him a nod.
"You do. How about I reward you by cleaning your cock again like I did last time, Young Master?"
He smiled.
"Be my guest."
"Melody, what's your battle spirit?" Jon asked curiously after she was done cleaning his cock.
"It's this," Melody said as, in a flash of light, a slender white sword with a hilt wrapped in black leather for a firm grip materialized in her grasp. The blade portion of the sword was about 120 centimeters long, with a double-edged design. Between the hilt and the blade, a crossguard extended out in two sharp curves that resembled lightning bolts frozen in time. She raised it up and smiled proudly, "The Thunder Magic Sword."
"A sword-type spirit," Jon sucked in a cold breath. "You lucked out."
Among battle masters, sword-type spirit users were renowned for possessing the strongest offensive capability as they could even fight above their level.
This reputation didn't spring up for no reason.
Not only was it common for spirit sword users to defeat battle masters from different categories a minor realm or two above them, there were even authorized records of them killing opponents an entire major realm above them!
Melody possessing such a battle spirit meant she would become a fearsome battle master in the future.
"I sure did." Melody didn't deny the claim, as with her thunder magic sword, she held a natural advantage over users of other types of battle spirits.
Indeed, the sword was not called the king of weapons for nothing. There was hardly any weapon that could stand against it in terms of pure might.
"What does it do?" Jon believed she wouldn't hide it from him. If he had not held that belief, he wouldn't have bothered asking such a thing in the first place.
Battle masters gained a clear understanding of their battle spirit upon awakening, so Melody was clear about the uses of her battle spirit. She, without a hint of hesitation, answered his question, "It's naturally sharp. It can cut through iron like a hot knife through butter. Once it's infused with mana, it can strike like thunder."
While it was always wiser to keep one's battle spirit a secret since it could arouse jealousy, invite trouble, or even lead to assassination, Melody didn't want to hide anything from him. Besides her mother, he was the closest person to her. More importantly, she believed he would never let harm come to her. Her secrets were safe with him.
Put simply, if Jon hadn't proven himself to be dependable over the course of their relationship, there was no way in hell she would've told him what her battle spirit was or what it could do.
He had earned it.
"Let me show it to you."
When Melody moved it through a tree to prove she wasn't uttering nonsense, there was no resistance. The sword cut through the tree effortlessly, slicing it into two halves.
She couldn't show its second effect, as she lacked mana and had yet to learn the basic mana cultivation method. However, the explanation she provided was enough for Jon to achieve his goals.
The Divine Brilliance Scroll unfurled before him, bringing with it great news.