The Conquerors Path

Chapter 745: Chapter 744-Time To Take Control(2)



I guided her towards the bed, sitting on the edge as I watched her kneel on the blankets, her well defined breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath. She was embarrassed, that much was clear. But there was something else too-something that made her push past the shame.

This... this was something just between us. Something she would share with me, but not with anyone else. It was something she coveted, something she desperately wanted, her mind so jumbled with pleasure that she just started to go with the flow.

"I-I'll do it..." she whispered, her voice filled with resolve.

She lifted her breasts with her hands and wrapped them around my dick, her soft skin warm and slick with sweat. The sensation of her chest surrounding my length sent a surge of heat through me. The sight of my reddened tip peeking out from between her cleavage was almost too much—it had seemed like a dangerous weapon before, but now, nestled there, it looked almost... cute.

Thump.

The moment she had just started, I instinctively reached out and stroked her head, as if to praise her. I could see it in her eyes-she enjoyed that, more than she probably realized. A small, excited smile flickered on her lips.

"Ah..." she breathed.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." she responded, though I could sense her disappointment when my touch had stopped too soon. She was embarrassed to ask for more, but I could feel her desire growing. Her head dipped forward, and she squeezed her breasts tighter around me, pushing herself further into the moment.

The pressure built between us, and I couldn't stop a low moan from escaping. The sound seemed to fuel her, and she moved her hands more purposefully, using her breasts to massage

me.

~Squelch~

The friction, slick from sweat, created a lewd sound that filled the space between us. My breathing grew heavier as she continued, her hands and breasts working in tandem, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Splash!~

The noise of our movements echoed as her body rocked in rhythm. I watched her, this noblewoman who, just minutes ago, had been composed and poised, now kneeling in front of me with nothing on her, her body moving with abandon to satisfy my lust. There was nothing dignified about this moment-nothing graceful-but the raw intimacy of it, the hunger in her movements, drew me in deeper.

Time seemed to blur as the pleasure intensified. Her knees, though cushioned by the blanket, began to show signs of strain, yet she didn't stop. Her breasts pressed against me, her hands working with a determination that almost sent me over the edge.

"Haah!" I groaned, unable to hold back any longer.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close as I leaned forward, closing the gap between us. My body tensed as I felt the release coming, and I held her there, her breasts still wrapped around me as the first spurt of my climax hit.

~Splurt~

I released everything in a rough, uncontrollable burst, my breath ragged as I felt her warm body against me, holding me in place as I emptied myself. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, and for a moment, time stood still, leaving only the raw satisfaction hanging in the air.

Spluuurt!~

The thick warmth of my release splattered onto her breasts, the sheer amount catching me by surprise. For a brief moment, it almost seemed like too much as though it could've been something else entirely-but the reality quickly set in. It wasn't some illusion, just the intensity of the moment.

"Haah..." I gasped, trying to steady my breath as my body twitched in the aftermath. My hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, loosened its grip, giving her the space to move. I could see the trail of my seed slowly dripping down her lower abdomen as she parted her chest.

Her body was covered in it. My release. A messy display of something raw and primal. I knew she was thinking it too-that this was something different, something I won't share with anyone else. Not like this, never.

I could feel her hand on me again, reaching down to grab my softening member. There was a deliberate slowness in her movement, almost like she was savoring this moment. Then she leaned forward, her face close, and awkwardly stroked me.

Splurt!~

"Ugh!" A final burst of semen erupted, catching her in the face and hair. Her reaction? Just a raised eyebrow and a slight tilt of her head, as though this was nothing out of the ordinary. No shame. No hesitation.

She extended her tongue, giving a tentative lick at the base of my shaft. That warm, wet sensation sparked something inside me again. She could have swallowed it all, I knew that, but she chose not to. I could feel the subtle calculation behind her actions. She wanted me to see her like this-painted with my release, unbothered by the mess.

And she knew. If she had taken it all in her mouth, I might have hesitated to kiss her back.

When she was done, when there was nothing left for her to squeeze from me, Olivia leaned back slightly, letting me take in the sight of her-completely defiled, every inch of her marked by me. And for that brief moment, I couldn't look away.

'This seems like she is trying to tame me, this side of hers, I can't let it take control over me'

I thought as our gazes locked for a brief second, and before I realized it, I grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her onto the bed in a single, fluid motion. She struggled a little, her resistance almost instinctive, but in that moment, I didn't care. Something primal surged inside me. I felt like a beast, no longer bound by the usual restraints.

I grabbed her waist, lifting her lower body, and I heard her panicked voice.

"W-what! Hey...!"

Her words barely registered. I placed my hand around her neck, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to silence her resistance. Then, she turned her head and looked at me.

"Oh..."

It was in that brief moment of eye contact she seemed to realize it too. I was no longer just a man. I was a predator, and she was my prey.

"Ahhh..."

Her small wince did little to stop me. My hands squeezed her soft ass, and I could feel how exposed, how vulnerable she was. She tried to hide herself, clenching her thighs and bottom in a feeble attempt to conceal her most private areas, but it was futile. I spread her ass cheeks,

ignoring her protests.

"N-no... I want it! I want control...!"

Her voice trembled, but I wasn't listening to the words anymore. I saw the way her body reacted—the way her pink, shy entrance twitched in rhythm, like a flower opening and

closing. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

As I traced my fingers from her tight, trembling anus to the heat between her legs, I used my fingers to open her up. There it was-her womanhood, wet, ready, waiting. My patience was gone. I positioned myself over her, feeling her soft flesh against the length of me.

Her toes curled in response, and I could sense the tension building between us. At this moment, there was no one else. Olivia was mine, and I was hers. No hesitation, no turning

back.

Only desire.

Squelch~

I watched as my length slid into Olivia's trembling body, her folds enveloping me with a

familiar tightness.

"Heuk..."

She gasped, her hips rising off the bed, her body reacting instinctively to the sensation of

being filled. Even though she tried to brace herself, I could feel the tension, the way her body struggled to adjust, trying to resist. Inside her, I could sense it-the way her inner walls

stretched, trying to accommodate me.

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Her body fought against me, her tightness squeezing me harder than I expected. I could feel her insides resisting, and with each motion, I felt her pain growing.

"W-wait a minute... Stop!...!"

I held her waist firmly, feeling her wriggling beneath me, trying to escape. Her hands clawed

at the bedsheet as if she could crawl away from the imprinting, but I didn't let her go. Her body was too tight, too warm, and I could feel her inner flesh desperately trying to stretch.

Squeeze~

I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her back. She whimpered, tears running down her face as she tried to pull away. But I didn't let her escape. I knew what I was doing was rough, but it's what is required for her.

She tried to get me locked inside her, her insides squeezed me tighter as if rejecting me completely. Her entire form trembled in resistance, but the more she fought, the more I felt her closing around me. It wasn't just her first time-it was something deeper, I could feel the tightness, the narrowness of her passage, gripping me like a vice.