by Jason Hale
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
Zamira first pulled up, using her tongue and lips to play with the shaft, then quickly went back down and began sucking on Konnor's rod as if her life depended on it, causing provocative slurping sounds to spread within the study.
He stretched out his right hand with pinkish flames burning at his fingertips, and gently stroked her auburn hairs while she worked him with all her savoir-faire, the sensation of her hungry throat gliding on his shaft drawing great pleasure from him.
The pinkish flames covering Konnor's hands infiltrated Zamira's system, causing her body temperature to rise further and her heart rate to spiral out of control as she turned into a subdued cat within his palm.
But how could she allow herself to be trounced when he had yet to put anything into her? Where would her face be?
In a deft motion, she lifted her voluptuous pair of motherly breasts and wrapped Konnor's rod in-between. Trapping him within those beautiful assets, and stroking him in a tit-job while still sucking him with fast throat moves.
"It appears I underestimated you."
Konnor exhaled a contented sigh, relishing the pleasure produced by the combination between Zamira's breasts and her vacuum like throat. Yes, this was vacuuming.
She vacuumed his precum, vacuumed his dick and while her breasts compressed him, she was about to vacuum his milk!
"Aaargh…enjoy your first load!"
He groaned and released a large jet of purplish semen down Zamira's throat. She had not expected the amount that burst into her mouth and almost choked on it. The sperm leaked from the corner of her mouth and nose causing a rather comical scene.
*Gulp*
With determination, she swallowed it all and raised her complacent gaze toward Konnor.
"I hope Master enjoyed my treatment."
"Oh? Is that overconfidence I smell? Good. The higher you rise, the harder you fall. I shall make you fall completely."
Without notice, Konnor pulled up Zamira by the waist, hoisting her above his head while leading her toward the mahogany table.
The brisk move caused her heart to threaten to burst from her chest. But although she had already reached a breaking point, she still held onto her gaze remained challenging.
Konnor pressed her back against the table and roughly spread her long, shapely legs to reveal her cunt whose juice now flowed onto the table. He revolved the Hundred Flowers Scripture, unleashed his goat horns and bat-like wings, and exposed himself in all his demonic glory, causing his overflowing sexual energy to strike at Zamira's mind.
Her eyes glazed with lust, and her lips parted to form the first syllable of "Take me…"
However, before she could finish the words, she stopped, looking at him confused and in awe with her legs still spread and waiting for him to claim her.
"Too soon…I must first taste you."
He didn't plan to rub her clit, but to directly take her cunt into his mouth and savor her juice while allowing his tongue to explore.
Which he did.
He went down on her wonderful snatch, kissing the entrance of her nether regions, then spreading open her pussy for his lips and tongue to dive in.
"Oooh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
She moaned once, then again, and again, until the sound of Konnor's oral job died, superseded by her deep moaning.
"Cumming! Cumming!"
She groaned as her juice overflowed within his mouth and splashed his face. But he didn't stop, letting her now heightened sensitivity drive her into new realms of wild pleasure, and preventing her from clenching her legs around his neck.
"Now, I can take you. And I shall pound you till you die, then bring you back to life only to kill you once again."
"Yesss! Do with me as you please!"
That was the plan.
Konnor stood up, brought the crown of his shaft to the entrance of Zamira's fold and rocked himself into her with a sharp thrust.
"Aaaahh…"
She whimpered, and her walls tightened around his meat rod whose light spread within her insides. He pulled back, sheathed himself straight to the hilt of her cunny, then began pounding!
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
With firm thrusts, he hammered. Plowing Zamira's motherly field with none of the restraint he showed to the likes of Jasime and Ilaina.
The former chieftain wasn't the type to want it slow. She only wanted it hard, and fast; so hard and fast Konnor went!
The sounds of her whimpering within his arms with her tongue lolling out as he pounded her cunt, superimposed with that of his balls slamming her butt cheeks to produce a profane melody that delighted the two devils on Konnor's shoulders.
With reckless abandon, he kept hammering her until orgasm took him and his seed gushed into her cunt.
Then once again, without warning, he pulled out bent her over the desk to once more aligning his cock with her fold and resumed plowing that heavenly field of hers.
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
Zamira had lost the strength to speak. Her subconscious pleasure cries ragged breathing and hot, vibrating body the sole reminders that she was still of the living.
Her orgasms replaced each other, and if in the beginning, she kept track, soon she lost count of them.
Vanquished. Zamira had been completely, and utterly vanquished by the barbaric demon at her back.
Holding her firm by the waist, Konnor kept ramming her in faster until finally, he released another load within her cunt.
"Six more to go!"
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This was indeed a day Zamira would never forget. A day forever etched into her mind. And as she laid bare on the table with copious purplish sperm dripping from her pussy, and Konnor cleaning his rod with her mouth, she reckoned she could never be pleased by a normal man again.
Naturally, the spiritual connection established by the Hundred Flowers Scripture allowed Konnor to feel firsthand how much of an effect he had on her.
The dual cultivation session came to an end, and Konnor felt huge waves of spiritual energy soar within his body. However, at that time, the Flame Mark's voice echoed.
"Quick, concentrate the spiritual energy within your pagoda, and suppress your breakthrough!"
Although Konnor didn't know why the Flame Mark was asking such a thing, he still executed himself and concentrated all his gains within his sky-blue pagoda which trembled from the invasion.
"Your cultivation has been rising too quickly, and although you have no problem of purity, your foundation is shallow.
Your control of spiritual energy is far below your cultivation level. If not for your physique and bloodline, you would have never been able to fight across your level. Hell, fighting those of your level would have been difficult.
Thus, you need to suppress further breakthroughs and tamper yourself through more battles to get accustomed to handling spiritual energy. When you have reached enough proficiency, or if a dangerous situation calls for it, you can let your cultivation skyrocket."
Those words made perfect sense. While Konnor had not been feeling them due to his many assets, it was clear that his cultivation was flawed, and his foundation unsteady.
The competition for the Holy Flame Baptism would be the perfect opportunity to tamper himself by smashing those nobles unlucky enough to fall within his clutches.
He then sat in meditation to perfectly suppress his breakthrough, and allow Zamira a few hours to recover.
Time passed by in a flash, with a more composed Zamira now getting dressed and picking up her torn undergarments. The study had become a mess and needed immediate cleaning. She would tend to it in a bit.
For now, her eyes remained locked on Konnor who had just awakened from meditation.
"I have heard many things about incubi, but this is the first time I've seen one in action."
"I really can't believe they are all like you because you…are nothing less than a sex machine!"
She exclaimed, still feeling sore from the hammering she'd taken
.
"That is natural. I am supreme!"
Konnor boasted with infinite self-satisfaction.
The Flame Mark then restored the time flow, and the two left the study to return to the main hall.
Chapter 42 - Surprise Visit
Thanks to the Flame Mark's manipulations, what awaited them in the main hall was the sight of Ilaina who had just begun pulling her father into stories of what she'd experienced in the inner court. Wolfgang who had not been able to take care of his daughter for a decade, listened to her with rapt attention while sighing at various moments due to emotion.
It was in one of those sighs that alongside Konnor, Zamira walked into the hall. Instantaneously, Wolfgang's eyes locked on her while Ilaina concealed her surprise at seeing the two return so quickly. Did her mother manage to handle Konnor's worrying condition with such ease?
"Aaah, my lady, quick, quick. You must listen to the tales of our daughter. Surely, they will make you want to pamper her more in the future."
He chortled, half serious, half looking for a random excuse to pull her by the hand and bring her to his side. However, as he stepped toward her, he spotted an unsteadiness in her gait that caused a mixture of confusion and concern to flash within his eyes.
"Since when did Transcendent Knights fail to walk straight? What's wrong with her?"
Although she concealed it well enough to deceive most with her bearing, as a Semi-Saint, Wolfgang's eyes were too sharp to not spot the small inconsistencies in her footsteps. It was almost as if there was something between her thighs, a soreness that caused her to slightly lose balance at various intervals of time.
All credits to Konnor's pounding, and knowing she could not hide her weakness from Wolfgang's sight, Zamira opted for a low approach.
As he stepped toward her, she leaned against his chest in a subtle but sudden move that caught Wolfgang off-guard.
"It seems I didn't have enough last night…it wants...more."
That whisper electrified the Kracht Count and brought a broad smile on his lips.
"Hahaha, then more I shall give!"
He yelled without constraint, not knowing that as he held his lady by the waist, there was a drizzle of cum trickling down her thigh.
The scene caused Konnor who stepped aside and walked toward Ilaina to display an impish smile.
A smile Ilaina found problematic.
"Why are you smiling like that? Still up to mischief?"
"Me? Oh no, I've done enough for the day, no further mischief intended. If you need to blame something, blame your beauty for smiting me, and causing illicit thoughts to leap within my mind."
He teased, pulling her against him by the waist, and pressing his forehead against hers while placing a soft kiss on top of her nose.
"Unruly rake…"
Still, she didn't escape his grasp; instead, she pressed herself tighter against him and warped her arms around his back.
That affectionate scene quickly grasped the attention of the household who looked at the pair's display with mixed feelings.
Wolfgang's mood went from heaven to hell in a heartbeat, enormous red veins popping from his forehead.
"Even in my presence, that lecherous boy can't restrain himself? Good, very good, today, I must teach him a hard lesson and remind him of I, his father-in-law's might!"
But then Zamira's warning resurfaced and caused him to bite his lower lip in frustration.
"First, I must pull him away from prying eyes!"
A twenty-first-century migrator, Konnor didn't find anything wrong with their show. In fact, he believed he was showing great restraint. However, they were breaking every rule of propriety set by the high nobility and the church.
Nobility courtship had precise rules, rules he'd been stepping on since his arrival. Thus, many of the male Kracht nobles were displeased. As for the females, they tried to make a show of indifference, while secreting yearning for such brazen romance.
"Hum, hum!"
Wolfgang loudly cleared his throat to grab the pair's attention.
"Konnor, since you will represent house Kracht in the upcoming competition, there are some things you need to learn to prepare accordingly. Follow me to my personal study so that I can teach you all there is to know about this competition and your potential opponents. No one is to disturb us!"
Without waiting for his approval, Wolfgang began leading the way toward his study, and poor Konnor who truly wished to learn more about the competition to maximize his chances, followed him without a second thought, not knowing what was waiting for him.
As soon as they walked past the door, Wolfgang lifted his right hand, causing a surge of spiritual energy to slam the door shut, and released a holy force field that suppressed Konnor's cultivation and blocked all noise within the study!
"Damn philanderer! Today, in the name of both our ancestors, I must teach you a lesson!"
He roared, rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Konnor at a slow, threatening pace.
"Wait, wait, weren't we supposed to talk about the competition? What's wrong with you?"
"There will be time to talk about the competition after I beat you black and blue."
"Have you forgotten your lady's warning?"
Wolfgang floundered, but soon afterward carried on with his aggressive approach.
"Even if she finds out, I will find a way to coax her. I prefer her wrath to not venting my anger! Prepare yourself, scoundrel!"
Wolfgang leaped toward Konnor with his bared fists, ready to give him the beating of a lifetime, and Konnor whose cultivation was suppressed by the holy force field, could not dodge the bullet.
"Nooo! Not the face…"
*Bam* *Bam* *Bam*
A solid punching session followed, after which a satisfied Wolfgang readjusted his collar, and stepped toward the main seat while humming a jovial, victorious tune.
"Serves you right. In the future, let's see if you dare misbehave."
As for Konnor, he laid bruised on the ground with his teeth clenched in indignation.
"Wolfgang Kracht, you can smash me in the morning, I will smash your wife in the evening! When her belly is swelling with my seed, see who bullies who!"
He roared inwardly, but then, the Flame Mark's voice echoed within his mind.
"This cannot be allowed to go on any further. A son of his majesty cannot be pummeled days and nights by a peon! Taking his woman isn't enough. It's time we strike back!"
Hearing those words, Konnor's eyes sparked with a demonic glint.
"What do you propose?"
"There is no way we can make him accept a Master-Servant contract in the traditional manner, but if you can make him sign a written version with his blood, you can reverse the tables and turn him into your lackey!"
Konnor's eyes lit up, but soon, his excitement died down.
"Let's not even talk about how I will accomplish that. Wouldn't a written version of the contract brand me as a demon?"
"Written demonic contracts are only conducted in the Infernal Realm. Knowledge of them in the mortal planes is nigh inexistent. Even within the Celestial Church, only a scant few should be aware of their existence, and none should have been exposed to them."
The Flame Mark reassured, causing Konnor's apprehension to vanish.
"Then let's look for an opportunity to take the father-in-law down a peg!"
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
But at that time, a hurried knocking sound spread from the door and echoed within the study, causing puzzlement within Konnor's eyes and fury in Wolfgang's.
"Didn't I say no one was to disturb us?!"
His bellow caused the knocking to stop, but soon afterward the trembling voice of a male servant came from behind.
"M-my apologies my lord! A convoy of palace ladies just arrived at our doorstep. They say the Holy Consort is sending you gifts!"
The words transformed Wolfgang's rage into confusion in the split of a second.
He strode toward the door
, flung it open, and yanked the servant inside, firmly holding the trembling man by the shoulders.
"You said what? Else…of house Metze…is sending me, Wolfgang Kracht…gifts?"
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