She's already soaked, and the friction makes a soft, squelching sound that fills the quiet room.
"Ah! Master—hngh, wait!" Mira gasps, her back arching off the mattress as I start finger-fucking her in earnest. Her legs tremble, and she tries to grab the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white from the grip.
"What was that? I thought you were the one in control a minute ago," I mutter, not slowing down for even a second.
"I'm—haaa… I'm losing my mind! Please, master, stop—no, don't stop!" she cries, her voice cracking.
Her head tosses from side to side, her hair turning messy against the pillows.
"I'm sorry! Please forgive me for what I said! Ahh, right there!"
She starts making desperate, wet moans, half-choked whimpers and high-pitched whines that tremble through the air. It's a lot louder than I expected, but I'm unbothered since there's a sound-canceling magic barrier set around the flat.
While my hand keeps up the pace below, I lean down and latch my mouth onto one of her breasts. I suck her nipple hard, swirling my tongue around the tip while she completely loses it.
Mira's mouth hangs open now, a thin string of saliva trailing from the corner of her lips down to her chin. She looks totally wrecked, her eyes unfocused and glazed over with pure lust.
It's a completely slutty expression, one that makes my own heart race, but I keep my cool.
"Please… Master, please!" she begs, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "Something… something is trying to come out! I can't—I'm going to!"
I feel her internal muscles pulsing erratically around my fingers. She's right on the edge, her whole body vibrating like a guitar string about to snap.
"Not yet. Hold it in," I command bluntly.
"I can't! It hurts, it's too much! Let me—ahhh!" she cries, practically shouting now, her hips bucking wildly against my hand in a desperate attempt to chase release.
"I'll let you cum if you promise to be a good girl from now on," I say, pausing my thumb for a second just to make her whine in frustration. "Are you going to serve your master dutifully with that pussy of yours? No more talking back?"
Mira looks up at me, her face flushed deep crimson and completely stripped of her usual pride. She's a total mess, and honestly, it's a pretty great sight.
"Yes! Yes, I'll be good! I'll do anything, just let me—please, Master, let me cum!" she babbles, the words spilling out without hesitation.
I smirk. It's funny how quickly people change when they're desperate.
"Good girl."
I immediately increase the intensity. I hook my fingers inside her in a sharp come-hither motion, dragging them against the sensitive upper wall of her vagina while my thumb goes into overdrive on her swollen clitoris.
The squelching sound grows louder, and Mira's breathing turns into a series of ragged, pathetic hitches.
"Oh god, Master! I'm—I'm cumming! I'm cumming right now!" she screams.
The moment she breaks, I lean in and catch her lips in a hard, messy kiss, swallowing the scream. Her entire body goes rigid for a split second before it starts to convulse. She hits her climax hard—way harder than I expected. Her pussy clamps around my fingers like a vice, and I feel the hot gush of fluid soaking into the sheets beneath her.
She's shaking violently, her toes curling and her chest heaving as she lets out muffled, broken moans into my mouth. It's exactly like those scenes in a hentai where the girl completely loses control. Her eyes roll back, like she's seeing stars.
Even after the initial explosion, Mira doesn't stop. She keeps climaxing for several more minutes, her body jerking in small, involuntary spasms every few seconds. Each twitch pushes out another small squirt of fluid, making an absolute mess of the bed. Honestly, it's impressive. I didn't know the human body could even hold that much liquid.
Eventually, I withdraw my hand and watch her slump back onto the mattress, completely spent and twitching like a fish caught in a net.
My fingers are dripping with her slimy fluid. I hold my hand up, studying the mess she made.
Sigh… I'm definitely making her wash these sheets later.
Still, seeing her like this—totally defeated and covered in her own juices, is a pretty big ego boost. I slowly lick the fluid from my fingers, tasting the saltiness of her release.
"I didn't expect you to cum that much, Mira. You're quite the lewd one, aren't you?" I say, an evil smirk curling across my face as I look down at her half-conscious form.
She can't even respond. All she manages is a weak, airy moan before her eyes close, her legs still twitching every now and then.
Holy shit, this Class really is something else. If Lilith saw me right now, she'd probably think twice about dating me. But for the moment, I just enjoy the silence and the sight of the woman lying ruined on my bed.
I guess the factory job really wasn't for me after all. This is way more interesting, hehe.