The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1177 - 180 - BDSM With Amon and Sandra (2)

Chapter 1177: Chapter 180 - BDSM With Amon and Sandra (2)

"Nghhh, ahhnn, ah, ahhh, ahhh..."

The sound tore out of her without restraint, and it was raw and unfiltered, like her body had forgotten how to hold anything back. I could feel her vagina tightening around me, clenching instinctively as if it wanted to wring everything out of me, refusing to let go. Every movement she made dragged her walls along the length of my cock, the sensation sharp and overwhelming, scraping just enough to make my cock throb painfully with sensitivity.

It wasn’t just pleasure. It was the kind of stimulation that made my thoughts stutter, and that sent sparks straight up my spine. My jaw tightened, teeth grinding together as I fought the urge to cum right then and there. It took effort, real effort, to hold back.

"Nnn, aaaahn, ahh...!" she gasped, her voice trembling. "M-Master, does it feel good? Does my pussy soothe you somehow?"

Her words came out between broken moans, breath hitching as she spoke, and I almost laughed at the understatement. Her pussy wasn’t just soothing me. It was drowning me. The warmth, the tightness, the way she moved, it all combined into something dangerously sweet. Too sweet. Like being fed sugar when you’re already on the edge of collapse.

I couldn’t stop myself anymore. My hips snapped forward, slapping against her ass, again and again. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp, wet rhythm of flesh meeting flesh. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t gentle. And damn, it sounded good.

I grabbed her ass firmly, fingers digging in as I guided her movements, controlling the way she bounced up and down on my cock. Her body followed my hands without hesitation, responding instinctively. As I did, my gaze shifted slightly, pulled by something in the corner of my awareness.

That was when I noticed it.

Someone else was here.

She must’ve arrived sometime after Amon stood up from giving me a fellatio. The door was open now, and she stood there silently, just watching. Her eyes were fixed on the way Amon rode my cock, on the way her body moved and reacted with every thrust.

She hadn’t interrupted. That told me enough.

She probably came to give me a report. After the bandit attack on the village where the heroes were staying during their expedition, I had ordered the Shadows to investigate the surrounding area. Anyone suspicious. Anyone who might’ve been responsible.

The timing of that incident had been too convenient to ignore. Some of the magic knights had just returned to the castle, and not long after that, the bandits struck. It was hard not to assume the whole thing had been staged, or at least manipulated.

The woman standing there was Sandra.

Judging by the way she remained silent, not daring to interrupt, I guessed her report wasn’t urgent enough to justify breaking the scene.

"Sandra," I called out.

She visibly flinched at the sound of her name, shoulders tensing for a brief moment before she composed herself.

"Y-Yes, Master," she answered. Her face flushed instantly, color spreading fast across her cheeks.

She was blushing hard. So hard it crept all the way up to her ears, even tinting them red.

"Come here," I said calmly.

She moved right away. There was a hint of hesitation in her steps, a trace of shyness that lingered despite everything. But after all the times we’d had sex, that kind of embarrassment barely held any weight anymore.

When she stopped in front of me, close enough to feel her presence, I spoke again.

"My lips are kind of bored. Would you mind entertaining them for a bit?"

Her blush deepened instantly. Without saying a word, she leaned forward, her movements careful but deliberate. She slipped her tongue out and pressed it against mine, closing the distance between us.

Our tongues tangled almost immediately. She didn’t rush it. She let it linger, letting her saliva mix with mine, deliberately feeding it to me, making me swallow every bit. The sensation was oddly intimate, distracting in its own way.

My grip on Amon’s ass tightened unconsciously as I continued guiding her movements, pressing her down harder onto my cock.

"Aaahnn, ah, ahhh, ahnnghhh, ah, ahhn, aaahh, s-so good... Aaahhnghh, ah, ahhhnnn, aaaahhhh!!!"

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as my cock slammed into her cervix. I could feel it clearly now. The way it yielded under the pressure, the way her body reacted instinctively, accepting every thrust without resistance.

"Nnnchuuu, nnn... Nghhh, hnnn, nnnghh...~"

Sandra kept kissing me, her tongue moving with surprising care. She wasn’t sloppy nor wasn’t frantic. Every movement was intentional, focused, and it made my thoughts blur. The combined sensations piled on top of each other, threatening to overwhelm me.

"Aaaaaaanghh, haaaanggh, aaah, M-Master...!!! I’m...!! I’m going to cummmm!!!"

Amon’s body began to tremble violently, her back arching as she continued bouncing on my cock, chasing the pleasure without restraint. Her breathing turned erratic, her movements desperate.

I was right there with her. My control was hanging by a thread, my cock throbbing violently, every nerve screaming.

There was no point holding back anymore.

I grabbed her ass with everything I had, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, locking her in place. With one final, brutal slam of my hips, I let go.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

I shot my semen straight into her, filling her womb completely, the release ripping through me like a wave I’d been fighting too long.

"Nghhhh, aaaaahhhh! It feels gooddddddd...!!! Nghhhhhh, aaaaahhhh nghhhhhhhhh!!!"

Her body shook uncontrollably as I filled her up, her back arching hard before her strength finally gave out. The tension drained from her all at once, leaving her limp and trembling.

She slumped forward, panting heavily, her body still reacting to the aftershocks.

After I finished cumming inside her, Sandra slowly pulled away from me. She was breathing hard too, her face still flushed, eyes unfocused for a moment.

"Master..." she murmured.

She took one of my hands and guided it to her crotch. Even through her clothes, the wetness was unmistakable, warmth seeping through the fabric.

"Can we use the Dungeon?" she asked quietly.

Sandra was a masochist. She liked getting fucked in BDSM style, so a request like this wasn’t surprising at all.

It had been a while since I last used the Love Dungeon.

I guess I’ll use it for her this time.