CHAPTER 34: SUBMITTING TO THE MASTER ~ II

Mhmm~

Hmm~

The sound of Aisha moaning echoed through the entire tent.

It was so loud that even Kelvin and Echidna, who were seated outside, could hear the strange sound coming from inside.

They had assumed that at some point Aisha would come back and give them another tent they could spend the night in. Instead, all they got was moans after moans.

Neither of them dared to approach the tent, since they already had a vague idea of what could be going on inside.

Right inside the tent, Ash had pinned Aisha’s arms above her head, temporarily keeping her from moving too much.

Aisha, on the other hand, had the most submissive expression on her face. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were staring right into Ash’s, begging for mercy.

"M-master~" she managed to speak, saliva trailing from her upper lip to her lower. "P-please slow down, I-I can’t think anymore."

Ash paused for a while, then slowly lowered his gaze to look at his second hand. A single finger was already up inside Aisha’s vagina, her liquid coating his finger even though he had not been moving it for a while.

She was wet. Really wet.

The fact the clothes they laid on the ground were already soaked was enough proof of this.

Ash looked back at her. "Does it hurt?" he asked, knowing the fact she was a virgin played a huge factor.

But Aisha shook her head.

"No, it doesn’t. It’s just... really hard to think when you go deeper. I don’t think I am strong enough. I feel like I’ll lose myself if we keep going."

’She really doesn’t hide anything, does she?’

Ash sighed after whispering to himself.

Then, the very next moment, he had moved his lips to her neck and whispered with a calm voice, "Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle."

Chills ran through her entire body as Ash further pushed his finger deep into her.

A dazed expression crossed her features, followed by a loud moan that once again echoed through the confines of the tent.

The pleasure was so much that Aisha found herself lifting her hips up only slightly, praying and hoping that she wouldn’t lose herself in the moment.

Just when she thought she was handling herself very well, Ash slowly began to pump in and out with his single middle finger.

Every time his finger went into her, a splash of her nectar would spray, and her hips would raise even higher, followed by loud, lustful squeaks.

"Master~~~ yeeeee~ It feels good, it feels too good, Master~ ahh~ rurrrhhh~"

Aisha’s eyes had rolled over, and her nipples were already standing erect, despite her still wearing the white strap on her chest.

The fingering went on for a long time, the moments spent mainly destroying her insides with his finger alone.

By the time he pulled out of her glittering vagina, Aisha collapsed on the bed, gasping for air with each heave.

Ash stared at her for a while, then at his finger, coated in her juices.

"You must really like this if you’re pouring out this much. Just how sensitive are you?"

Aisha was still trying to catch her breath, so she could not respond to his question, even if she wanted to.

But her eyes still sent a message, a message for her master to have pity on her.

A message that Ash so easily ignored.

He pulled down his pants and revealed his nine-inch cock, resting it directly on Aisha’s stomach.

Her gaze widened as soon as she saw it.

There was no way something as huge as this would fit inside her.

A single finger almost ruined her, and now this...

Before she could even think to protest, Ash had begun rubbing the tip of his dick on her wet pussy, trying to see if there was a way he could now penetrate her with his hard, throbbing cock.

’It’s been a long while since I had sex. I had been so busy chasing that bitch that I completely ignored every other woman around me. Not that any paid attention to me. Still, Aisha is wet right now. This is as good a time as any.’

With a slow but steady thrust, he managed to get a bit above the tip of his dick into her pussy.

He felt the wave of heat coat his cock from the inside, the inner walls tightening around him.

’Fuck, she is really tight.’

Aisha, on the other hand, found herself wrapping her arms around her master’s neck, with her legs raised right after his member went inside her.

"Too big, too big~!" she screamed, fighting the urge to run away in that moment, but her body yearned for more.

Aisha cried out as Ash pushed further, his hips rocking gently, inch by agonizing inch.

The initial pain slowly morphed into a searing, intense pleasure that threatened to shatter her.

With that, appeared the glowing pink sigil, very close to her open gates.

Her fingers dug into his back, leaving angry red marks, as she arched against him, desperate for relief, desperate for more.

"M-master, please... it’s too much..." she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, lost in a symphony of her own gasps and his grunts.

Ash leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Just a little more. You can take it."

With a final, slow push, he was fully embedded within her.

A strangled cry escaped Aisha’s lips, but it was quickly swallowed by the raw, overwhelming sensation that flooded her.

Her body convulsed around him, clinging tightly, as she found herself utterly at his mercy, feeling his mana flowing into her.

His lips found hers then, a fierce, hungry kiss that stole her remaining breath.

His tongue tangled with hers, a primal dance that mirrored the rhythm of his hips as he slowly began to move inside her.

Each thrust was deep, deliberate, igniting new fires within her.

Aisha could feel herself unraveling, her carefully constructed inhibitions crumbling under the relentless assault of his pleasure.

She was no longer Aisha, the warrior, the hunter; she was just sensation, pure, unadulterated sensation.

Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper still, a silent plea for more of the exquisite torment he was inflicting.

The tent continued to echo with their fervent sounds, an untamed passion that had erupted between them.