Chapter 7: I Bought Her, So I Spent her (3)
Chapter 7: I Bought Her, So I Spent her (3)
"I'm going in."
I thrust my hips forward in one smooth motion.
I felt the sensation of forcing my way through a narrow, tight path of flesh. A single trickle of blood ran down.
"Aaaah!"
A sharp, delayed scream followed.
Looking up, I saw Carla sobbing from the pain, her hand clamped over her own mouth.
"You can scream if you want. I don't mind."
Only after I gave my permission did Carla pull her hand away, letting out a whimpering cry.
"Ah, it hurts, Master... It’s too big... hic..."
As if to prove her words, her vaginal walls—already incredibly tight—began to spasm intermittently.
"I thought it would hurt more if I went slow, so I did it all at once..."
"You said... hic... it was a reward... so please, slowly... ugh... please just stay still for a moment..."
Carla pleaded, shaking her head weakly.
Of course, I could have just ignored her pain and kept moving. But as she said, this was supposed to be a reward.
If nothing else, I had to be clear about rewards and punishments.
There’s a limit to the control one can exert with a slave imprint alone.
...Wait. The slave imprint?
I wasn't sure if it would work, but I figured I had nothing to lose. I issued a command to Carla.
"Carla. [Go into heat.]"
"Hic... What do you mean by... ngh?!"
The sobbing in Carla’s voice was suddenly replaced by something else.
"Oh."
"M-Master? What did you do to me... ah..."
"What else? I ordered you to go into heat."
"That... that shouldn't be possible... so why do I feel... haaa..."
The expression she had been contorting in pain began to soften, soon becoming flushed with heat and lust.
Actually, Carla’s confusion was justified. Originally, a slave imprint works by creating a sense of compulsion to force an action. It isn't supposed to have the power to manipulate emotions.
However, arousal is a matter of sensation, not just emotion.
I had already been kneading her breasts, and that lingering heat must have still been there. I tried it on a whim, thinking it might work if I timed it right...
And it actually worked.
Well, I wasn't complaining.
I waited for a moment, and soon, Carla’s insides began to grow slick and wet.
"That should be enough. I'm going to start moving."
"Haa... Ah, yes! Then... please take care of me...?"
Carla, squirming restlessly, gave a clumsy, awkward nod.
Even if she was startled by the sudden arousal, "please take care of me" was an odd thing to say.
"Carla, do you even realize what's happening right now?"
"Huh? Yes..."
"Really? A ducal lady has fallen to slavery, her master just ordered her to go into heat, and now she's being fucked raw."
"Ngh... Y-You don't have to put it like that..."
Carla turned her head away, looking like she was about to cry again.
"I know... but I can't help it, can I?"
But before long, she slowly turned her gaze back toward me.
"I'm already a slave, and you are my master, Lord Yandel... This was something that had to happen eventually."
Carla slowly reached out both hands, her ruby eyes shimmering with moisture.
"And while there's a lot I don't know about... l-lewd things... I've heard stories about how slaves are treated. I've seen it with my own eyes, too..."
Having said that, Carla struck a pose as if asking to be held and gave a faint, shaky smile.
"I think I'm very lucky that you seem like a good person, Master. You didn't beat me senselessly, nor did you force everything through commands. You offered me rewards and punishments."
"That's just common sense when handling people."
"How many people actually see a slave as a person? There are so many nobles who view even their servants as mere tools. A slave is... just a toy to be used and discarded."
Carla added in a self-deprecating tone. But soon, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
"Ah, and you said you needed my magic, right...? That made me a little happy. ...And more than anything, you're handsome."
"Well, I can't deny that. I am pretty good-looking."
As I nodded to myself, Carla let out a small smile.
"You are. That's why I want to get on your good side, Master. I'd rather be stroked than beaten, and I'd rather eat delicious food than go hungry."
She then used her outstretched hands to gently tickle my thigh.
"I'll follow whatever you wish. If there's something I don't know, please teach me. I'll never forget it."
"Carla...?"
"So... so please, cherish me. Please take care of me."
"......"
"I'm in your hands, Master."
Carla spoke with red eyes brimming with tears.
These weren't the eyes I had seen inside the auction cage—eyes soaked in terror and anxiety.
There was still a hint of fear and unease, but... mixed in were relief, expectation, longing, and a faint glimmer of pleasure, making her eyes shine with a complex light.
So that's what she was thinking.
To be honest, I didn't dislike it. In fact, I liked it.
When a woman like Carla is begging for my affection, there's no way I wouldn't feel good about it.
Driven by impulse, I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them firmly above her head.
"Hah!"
"You asked me to cherish you, didn't you?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Then feel it to the fullest. Don't try to hold back or feel ashamed. If it feels good, moan. That'll make it better for me, too."
"I understand."
"Oh, and one last thing. When you climax, make sure to report it properly."
"Huh? Climax? Where am I going...?"
Before the confused Carla could finish her sentence, I thrust my hips.
Squish.
"Ngh...!"
Her insides tightened around me, almost to the point of pain.
Even though we had been at this for a while, instead of getting used to me, her body seemed intent on squeezing the intruder with everything it had.
Of course, that only made it better.
Squish, squelch.
I picked up the pace.
I forced my way through the vaginal walls that clung to me as if trying to stall my movement, and began to hammer against the cervix at the very end.
"Hic! M-Master... haang! It's too... ah... too deep... ngh!"
Perhaps thanks to the command to go into heat, she seemed to be feeling it properly despite it being her first time.
I took a moment to admire Carla’s increasingly disheveled expression before leaning down.
Lick.
"Hieek?!"
Carla jumped as I licked down her cheek.
But she couldn't go anywhere.
Naturally, since her limbs were pinned down.
Watching Carla tremble helplessly while desperately trying to accept me... she reminded me of a rabbit caught by a hunter, acting cute in a desperate attempt to survive.
Well, the situation wasn't that different.
With that thought, I pressed my lips against the crook of Carla’s neck.
"Mmm..."
Carla’s scent wafted over me. Her platinum-blonde hair spilled out before my eyes. And all the while, the rhythmic pistoning didn't stop.
At this very moment.
Carla was pinned beneath me.
The realization made my cock, which was already churning through her insides, grow even harder.
Squelch, squelch.
"Hie?! Why... why is it getting bigger... ah!"
I used my strength to suppress the startled Carla once more and buried my face in her snow-white neck.
I didn't just kiss her; I teased her with my tongue, sucked hard to leave kiss marks, and occasionally gave her light nips.
"Haa... D-Don't eat... hie! Don't eat me..."
Carla, who was already losing her mind from the constant thrusting, pleaded in a tearful voice.
"No."
"Ngh! Haang... ahhh...!"
I ignored her and continued to ravage her neck.
How long did I continue to torment Carla from both above and below?
Now, she could only let out weak moans as she lay crushed beneath me. Thinking this was enough, I lifted my head.
"Ngh... ah... Master... Master... haa..."
One side of her neck was flushed red, with the thorn-patterned slave imprint etched in the center.
And right next to it were the fresh bite marks I had just made.
Seeing the marks I left filled me with a sense of pride, but it still felt like something was missing.
With my free hand, I roughly squeezed Carla’s breast.
"Hic?!"
Enjoying the sensation of her breast deforming in my palm, I thrust my hips even harder.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Hngh! Haaa...!"
Every time I hit her cervix, Carla shook her head violently from side to side as if begging me to stop.
Of course, I had no intention of listening.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Perhaps it was because I hadn't stopped thrusting into her for so long.
The urge to ejaculate, which had been building to a critical point, finally crossed the threshold.
Feeling a tingling sensation at the base of my spine, I gave one final, deep thrust.
Squish.
I felt the solid contact against the glans. Pressing my urethra right against her cervix, I poured out all the semen I had been holding back.
Spurt, spurt, splat—
"Hyaaaaaaaaaaaah...!!"
As if she had reached her limit at the exact same time, Carla’s insides began to quiver and spasm.
"Kh..."
It felt as if she were trying to wring out every last drop.
Only after I had surrendered every bit of semen was I able to slowly pull out.
Schlick.
"Whew..."
I took a breath and slowly looked up.
Only then did the sight of the disheveled Carla come into view.
"Hie... heee..."
As if the aftershocks of the climax hadn't faded, Carla twitched with a dazed expression.
Her flushed neck was covered in bite marks.
And her swollen pussy was gulping out semen mixed with virgin blood.
As I watched her, Carla, still breathing heavily, carefully spoke up.
"M-Master? Was that... was that a climax I just felt...?"
"Yeah. That was it."
I gave a casual nod and was gulping down some water from the table.
At that moment, Carla slowly raised her hand and cleared her throat.
"Ahem. I just came once, Master."
"......"
Wait, she’s saying that now?
Throb!
Even though I had just finished, my lower half immediately sprang back to life.
"That's it. Stay right there."
"Huh? Yes?"
As I strode toward her, Carla looked anxious, wondering if she had done something wrong.
I pushed her back down onto the bed as she tried to sit up.
"Your report was too late. So that one doesn't count. We're doing it again."
"A-Ah..."
Seeing Carla look worried in a slightly different way this time, I let out a smirk.
I wondered just how much stamina 18 Innate Magic Power provided.
The night was still long.
I guess I was about to find out.