My Milf System-Chapter 337. The Broken warrior

I leaned back, resting on my haunches, watching Joyce’s chest heave with ragged breaths.

"Two-minute man, huh?" I chuckled, the sound vibrating with a dark, predatory edge. "If I’m so pathetic, Joyce, then why are you shaking? Why is your pussy weeping for me?"

She didn’t respond with words; she couldn’t.

I reached down, but I didn’t shove my cock back inside her yet. Instead, I decided to taste her defiance. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the smooth, bright pink folds of her sex. I licked up and down, savoring her musky, feminine flavor, my hands gripping her toned thighs so tightly my knuckles turned white.

She let out a strangled moan, her body arching violently into my face. She was incredibly wet, her slick arousal coating my tongue as I focused on her clit, sucking and flicking the engorged pearl. The sensation was overwhelming. Her back arched off the mattress so high I could see the strain in every corded muscle of her legs.

I felt her feet tense with every lap of my tongue; I heard her mewl with every press. Her breathing hit a frantic pace, and a milky stream began to pour from her love hole, signaling she was seconds from the edge.

Then, I stopped.

"Oops... I almost made you feel good without you begging for it," I said, straightening up and casually licking her juices off my lips. "My bad."

"Stop... stop playing!" she gasped, her hands reaching out to grab my shoulders, trying to haul me back down between her thighs to her aching, eager pussy. "Just do it! Finish what you started!"

"Not until I hear the words." I caught her wrists again, pinning them gently but firmly against the bed.

I leaned down, my heavy cock resting the head right against her entrance without entering even a millimeter. "Tell me what you want, Warrior. And remember—the Goddess of Grace is watching. Don’t lie to your heart."

"You... you bastard..." She bit her lip, a single tear of pure frustration tracing a path down her temple.

I began to move again, just grazing the very opening of her vagina with the broad, wet head of my shaft, over and over in a slow, agonizing circle.

Each pass smeared her own cream across her sensitive folds, teasing the entrance but never providing the relief of penetration.

"I can wait all night," I whispered. "But can you? Because from where I’m sitting, you look like you’re about to lose your mind."

Joyce’s hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk. Her face was a mask of agony and ecstasy, her eyes unfocused and swimming with pink hearts.

"Please..." she finally whimpered. It was so quiet I almost missed it.

"Please what?" I teased, stopping my movement entirely.

The sudden stillness was the ultimate torture.

"Please!" she yelled this time, her pride finally snapping like a dry twig.

She looked at me, her eyes wide and pleading, her voice breaking. "Please, Asher... I can’t take it anymore! I don’t care about the rules! I don’t care about the Goddess! Just fill me! Please... I beg you... fuck me! Fuck me until I can’t think!"

The sheer desperation in her voice sent a jolt of pure power through me. I didn’t wait another second.

"Good girl," I growled.

I grabbed her thighs, hitching them up over my shoulders to open her completely, and drove home.

"AHHHNNNGGG!!" Joyce let out a soul-shattering moan as I buried my entire eleven-inch cock inside her in one brutal, singular thrust.

She was so tight it felt like my dick was being encased in living, hot silk. I could feel her body seize from the sheer magnitude of the entrance, but she didn’t struggle. She absorbed me.

I pulled out, then went in slow this time—slow enough to savor the changing look on her face.

I moved in halfway, then out. She whined pathetically when I left her, only to let out a small, involuntary scream each time I reclaimed her. I went deeper and deeper with every stroke, her screams reaching higher and higher pitches.

The "Warrior" was gone. In her place was a woman being completely reclaimed by her own desires. I began to hammer into her, our bodies colliding, producing a wet slapping sound that echoed off the stone walls of the inn.

"Is this... what a ’boy’ feels like?!" I grunted, picking up the pace until it was a relentless, hardcore assault.

"No... no!" she screamed, her head tossing from side to side, her dreadlocks flying wildly across the pillows. "You’re... you’re a monster! Oh gods, yes! More! Faster!"

I reached down, grabbing her breasts through the vest, my thumbs working her nipples as I continued to ruin her from the inside out.

Every thrust took me deeper, hitting her cervix, making her eyes roll back into her head. She was no longer a hunter; she was a victim of the most divine pleasure she had ever known.

Her internal muscles were milking me, desperate to drain me, but my stamina was endless. I watched as her face contorted, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice.

She started spasming as her first orgasm began washing through her. Her pussy was an unending stream of cream which oozed out of her, coating my invading cock. I momentarily pulled out to allow her to release, and gosh, it was too much. She was gushing, her juices drenching my bedsheets until they were soaked through.

[+200 PP]

[+180 PP]

The Pleasure Points were flowing in like a river. It must have been an eternity since Joyce last had sex, because her enjoyment was off the charts.

I inhaled the musky scent of sex in the air and reveled in it before diving right back into her boiling hot mount.

A few more deep, punishing thrusts, and Joyce was screaming again. I held her thighs firmly, my pelvis bottoming out inside her tight cunt.

"Oh, Asher... Oh, Asher! You’re going to make me fucking cum again! Don’t stop! I’m close... oh fuck, Asher, I’m getting so close... Oh, oh, oh, oh FUCK!"

Another wave of powerful, full-bodied spasms followed, her pussy flushing out juices like a broken pipe. Seeing a strong woman like her broken by my cock was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

She felt the first explosive spurts of my semen splash against her cervix. I spasmed again and again, each pulse of my release amplifying her own pleasure. She could feel the heat, the wetness, as I filled her womb to the brim.

[Successful Creampie: +200 PP]**

"Ohhhh fuckkk, you young stud! I love you sooo much!" Joyce moaned, her body jerking in the throes of absolute ecstasy.

But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I had a Goddess to reach, and a Key of Ascension to claim, but tonight, I was going to make this Warrior forget that any other man had ever existed.

*****

{Third Person POV}

Meanwhile, as Asher reveled in taming the fierce huntress, Tama—hidden deep within his shadow—was struggling.

The visceral sounds of the encounter and the raw energy of the room were beginning to overwhelm her. She shifted restlessly in the darkness, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She was mere seconds away from manifesting, desperate to ask her Master if she could join the sex and claim her own share of his attention.

But just as she began to materialize, a voice of one of her Shadowlings rang directly in her mind.

"Your Majesty..." The voice was ragged, choked with panic and the sounds of distant screaming. "It’s me... Stellani! A horde of Chimera monsters has invaded! They’ve breached the capital of Felmora! We’re trying to hold them back, but they are endless... most of the Royal Knights have already fallen!"

Tama’s eyes snapped open, the pupils narrowing to thin slits.

An invasion? In Felmora? By Chimeras?

Her pulse raced. She looked up at the silhouette of Asher, still locked in his carnal conquest. She opened her mouth to warn him about the attack, but she hesitated. He was still busy.

Besides, Felmora was a kingdom of her kind, so she believed she had to save the cat folks herself.

Using her Shadow Teleportation, she vanished from the inn and reappeared miles away in the heart of Felmora Kingdom.

The moment she stepped out of the shadows, she was greeted by a symphony of slaughter and the stench of burning fur.

She looked uo at the scene and felt a cold shiver of genuine terror.

TBC