Night draped the village in silence, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl and the faint creak of the inn settling. Ethan lay sprawled naked on the bed, sheets tangled around his waist, his thick cock still half-hard from Mira's earlier visits. The power from claiming her pulsed through him like liquid fire — every breath felt stronger, every muscle coiled with untapped stamina.
The door opened with a soft click.
Mira slipped inside, lantern in hand, wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown that clung to her sweat-damp skin. Her heavy breasts swayed freely beneath the thin fabric, dark nipples stiff and straining. The scent of her arousal hit him before she even reached the bed — sweet, musky, desperate.
"Master," she whispered, voice trembling with need. "Garrick's snoring… but I'm soaking wet just thinking about you. I need you again."
Ethan's eyes darkened. He threw the sheet aside, revealing his fully erect cock — thick, veiny, curving upward aggressively. Mira's gaze locked on it, lips parting as she licked them unconsciously.
He pulled her down onto him, crushing her mouth in a bruising kiss. She moaned loudly into it, grinding her slick pussy against his shaft through the gown. His hands mauled her tits roughly — pinching, twisting her nipples until she whimpered and arched, begging without words.
"You're addicted already," he growled against her throat, biting hard enough to leave marks. "Your husband's in the next room, and you're dripping for my cock like a whore in heat."
"Yes… I'm your whore," she gasped, reaching down to guide him inside her. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her tight walls stretching around his girth. "Fuck… so thick… filling me completely…"
She started riding him hard — hips slamming down, breasts bouncing wildly. The wet slap of her soaked pussy taking him echoed in the small room. Ethan gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as he thrust up to meet her, driving deeper with every stroke.
Mira bit her fist to muffle her screams as she came — pussy clenching, squirting hot juices down his shaft and balls. He didn't stop, flipping her onto her back and pounding relentlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Tell me whose seed is leaking out of you right now," he demanded, voice rough.
"Yours… only yours… Garrick hasn't touched me in months… but you've bred me twice today…"
He flooded her again — thick ropes of cum shooting deep, overflowing as he ground against her cervix. Mira's eyes rolled back, body shaking through another orgasm, tears of pure ecstasy streaming down her face.
Afterward, she lay trembling in his arms, kissing his chest reverently. "I'll do anything for you, Master."
"Good," he murmured, fingers tracing lazy circles on her sweat-slick skin. "Tomorrow, bring me the village healer. Elara. Tell her I'm injured and need… private care."
Mira nodded, a wicked smile forming despite the lingering aftershocks. "She's lonely. Widowed. Ripe. She'll fall easily."
Morning came too slowly for Ethan's taste.
Mira orchestrated everything perfectly. By midday, Elara arrived — silver-streaked blonde hair braided elegantly, healer's robes hugging her voluptuous body. Full, heavy breasts strained the fabric; her wide hips swayed with every step. Her gentle blue eyes held quiet longing that Ethan spotted instantly.
Mira led her upstairs, locking the door behind them.
Ethan sat on the bed, shirt open to reveal his chiseled torso. He locked eyes with Elara the moment she entered.
Free Claim surged.
Elara's breath caught. Heat exploded between her thighs, nipples hardening painfully against her robes. She'd buried her desires for years — nights alone with only her fingers for comfort — but now her body betrayed her instantly, pussy growing slick and swollen.
"I… I'm here to treat your injury," she managed, voice shaky.
Ethan stood slowly, stepping close. "The only thing that hurts is how long you've been denied pleasure, Elara."
He cupped her face gently at first, then kissed her — soft, coaxing, tasting her surprise turn to hunger. She melted against him, hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed back desperately, tongue sliding against his.
Mira watched from the side, fingers already between her own legs, aroused by the corruption unfolding.
Ethan undressed Elara with deliberate slowness — untying her robes, letting them pool at her feet. Her body was a masterpiece of mature beauty: soft pale skin, heavy breasts with wide pink areolas, stiff nipples begging for attention, a soft belly leading to wide hips and thick thighs framing a neatly trimmed blonde mound already glistening.
He pushed her gently onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Elara's cheeks burned, but she didn't resist — couldn't resist.
Ethan knelt between her thighs, inhaling her scent — sweet, aroused woman long denied. His tongue traced her folds slowly, savoring her taste as she gasped and arched.
"Oh gods… no one's ever…" she whimpered.
He devoured her — licking broad strokes up her slit, circling her swollen clit, sucking it gently then hard. Two fingers slid inside her dripping heat, curling to stroke that sensitive spot until her hips bucked uncontrollably.
Elara's hands fisted the sheets. "I'm… I'm cumming…!"
She exploded on his tongue — pussy spasming, squirting clear nectar into his mouth as she cried out, body shaking violently.
Ethan didn't let her recover. He rose, cock throbbing, and pressed the head against her entrance.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
Their eyes locked as he pushed in — slow, relentless, stretching her inch by thick inch. Elara's mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure, walls fluttering around him.
"So tight… so wet for me," he groaned, bottoming out.
He started moving — deep, deliberate thrusts that made her breasts bounce hypnotically. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while pounding her steadily.
Mira crawled onto the bed, kissing Elara's neck, fondling her free breast. "Let go, sister… let Master ruin you…"
Elara's second orgasm hit harder — pussy clamping down, milking his cock as she sobbed his name.
Ethan sped up, hips slamming, balls slapping her ass. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds — her juices squelching around him, skin slapping skin.
"Beg for my seed," he growled.
"Please… breed me… fill me up… I need it… I've needed it for so long…"
He roared, burying deep and erupting — thick, hot ropes flooding her womb, overflowing as he thrust through his release. Elara came again at the sensation, body convulsing, nails digging into his back.
[Milf Acquired: Elara (Village Healer)]
[+80 Vitality | +50 Magic Affinity | Skill Unlocked: Enhanced Healing Touch]
[Loneliness Corruption Bonus x3]
[+300 Power | Loyalty Imprint: Permanent]
Elara lay wrecked beneath him, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, eyes glazed with worship. "I'm yours… completely yours…"
Mira kissed her deeply, then Ethan, both women curled against him possessively.
But heavy footsteps thundered up the stairs.
Garrick's voice boomed: "Mira? Elara? What's taking so damn long?!"
Ethan's lips curled into a dark smile.
The real fun was about to begin.
To be continued…