Chapter 71 — The Dog and I (5)
Chapter 71 — The Dog and I (5)
"Hngguuuhk!"
A sound like something exploding, incomparable to a switch, echoed through the room. And what followed was a scream that seemed to tear.
With a single stroke, Helen collapsed.
"Hic, sob, hngt...."
"Get up."
The square tip of the whip poked indifferently at Helen's vagina, which trembled as she clutched the headboard, her back hunched from the pain.
"You're supposed to count."
"Kuhng, huu, hah.... O-one.... Hnguuuhk...."
"That's five strokes."
Tears were streaming down Helen's face again.
"Hngk, M-Master..., hngk, it hurts...."
"Endure it."
Roan's voice was cold.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
The whip lightly struck Helen's lower region.
As sharp pain registered in her already highly sensitive genitals, Helen let out a scream mixed with pleasure.
"Hiiiihk...!"
Involuntarily, both of Helen's hands flew between her legs. Pressing down hard on her lower region eased the lingering pain a little. Only then did she manage to straighten her trembling body.
Her hand against the wall shook like an aspen leaf.
"Every time you get hit."
Her master's icy voice rang out.
Listening only to the voice, he sounded almost angry.
Helen was afraid.
More than the pain, she feared losing her master because she couldn't endure this pain.
So she clenched her teeth.
"Say, 'I'm sorry for being a willful bitch.'"
"Hnguuuhk, yes, Master...."
Before she could even fully digest the command, the whip cleaved the air again.
"Hnggkkk...!"
The sound of teeth grinding could be heard.
Strength surged into Helen's hands and arms, making them tremble uncontrollably. Words flowed from Helen's bowed head like a groan.
"Willfully..., hhnk, a willful bitch..., huuht, sor... hnguuuuhk! Ngck...."
The next whip did not wait for her words.
With the sound of something exploding, Helen's back view convulsed as if in spasm.
Barely clinging to the headboard's ornament, Helen pulled herself upright and gasped out a breath.
"Hhnk, hic, th-three strokes..., hnguuuhk, willful..., hic, bitch..., huuht, sor..., I'm so sorry, Ma... Master...."
Her voice, mixed with weeping and breath, was a complete mess. Helen squeezed the words out. Her entire body was rigid with pain, making it impossible to draw air.
"Two strokes remain."
"Yesh, hngk...."
Roan ceased whipping, as if granting her time to breathe.
The marks left by the whip meant for taming demon beasts were intense.
On Helen's pure white back, red welts snaked like cuts from a blade. Three such marks.
Below them, her red, swollen buttocks,
and dozens of crimson lines drawn across her thighs.
It was a sight that would make anyone grimace just looking, yet Helen was enduring Roan's commands. Without ever shouting 'Your Majesty' once.
"Mas... ter, hngk...."
Even while sobbing, she called for her master.
The painful traces Roan left, she accepted like medals of honor.
A lovely bitch, solely for her master.
Hidden beneath the swollen flesh of her buttocks, her vagina had been pouring out fluids for some time now, drenched wet. Her lower region fluttered as if eagerly awaiting her master's reward.
Roan smiled.
"You need to take the next one."
"Yes, Master...."
Gasping for breath, Helen corrected her posture.
Roan swung the whip.
"Hngguuuuhk...!"
In that instant, liquid burst from Helen's lower region. As if she'd lost control, clear fluid gushed out, unable to withstand the pleasure.
"Ht, hnguuh, hahng..., f-four..., hiing, Ma, Maste..., sorr..., I'm willfu...."
Burying her face in the headboard, Helen panted for breath. She turned her head to look at Roan.
Her unfocused eyes were half rolled back, and she was breathing in with her mouth wide open. Amidst it all, her tongue lolled out helplessly.
The sight of her drool dripping from the corner of her mouth was the very image of a bitch awaiting her master's command.
A crooked smile rose on Roan's face.
His arm moved ruthlessly.
"Hiiiiiiihk...."
With a sound like tearing flesh, Helen's body collapsed onto the bed again. Burying her face in a cushion, Helen barely managed to open her mouth.
"Hiiiiht.... Fuh, hngk, f-five...."
"And your apology?"
Drool dangling, Helen looked back at Roan with a hazy mind.
"Huuuh, willf, huu, willful bitch.... Hiik, sorr... ry... I am...."
"Good."
Roan threw down the whip.
"Well done. Helen."
He roughly ripped open the buttons of his jacket and shirt with a growl and stripped off his clothes. As if he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Hiiiihht!!!"
And in one stroke, he pierced through Helen's slit.
"Fuu."
Roan exhaled a heated sigh.
It had been difficult to understand in the game.
Why one felt pleasure in receiving or inflicting pain. But seeing it before his eyes, he understood.
A single gesture, straining to follow my commands. The teardrops shed while enduring pain.
Everything was filled with her love.
By inflicting pain, Roan himself confirmed her deep affection and submission.
It was different from the pleasure of ejaculation.
It was a complete sense of domination.
The more vivid the bloody marks carved on her back became, the harder Roan struggled to suppress his desire to reward that body.
The five lashes of the whip must certainly have been no light punishment.
Yet her fragile body trembling violently, breathing raggedly, she had endured it all. To become Roan's own bitch.
That sight was too lovely.
The vagina that had taken in a man for the first time resisted fiercely, as if not knowing what to do.
At the feeling of his manhood being squeezed tight, Roan closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
"Hnguuuhk, Ma, ster..., hngk, your, your cock...."
Helen confessed in tears.
"It's too, hngk, big..., hngk, it's my firs... time, it hurts, hnguu...."
"I see."
Roan smiled and accepted her confession.
Due to the church's strict doctrines, she had not yet lost her virginity. In the game, the Hero took that first time, but there was no Hero here.
Apparently, even the half-mad priests hadn't dared to violate the Goddess's doctrine of chastity, so they had merely used Helen to masturbate.
And now, Helen's body was Roan's.
The time to mold her holes to Roan's size and tastes would be more than plentiful.
He slowly pulled his waist back.
His shaft and glans were smeared with a red stain, a mixture of virgin blood and love fluids.
"It's your master's reward. Does it only hurt?"
"Hnguung...."
Helen answered as tears streamed down her face.
"I'm so, thank youuu...."
"What a good girl."
Roan thrust his hips up deep again.
"Hiiiihht!"
The forcibly pried-open vagina accepted Roan's length in a panic. As the tip of his glans pressed firmly against her cervix in one go, Helen moved her hips as if she couldn't bear the pain.
She probably wanted to pull Roan's length out a bit, but there was no way the object lodged so deep could come out. It only served to press and stimulate Roan's manhood from inside.
"Hnguuuhk, hnguung..., it's big, Master, I can't breathe, hnguung...."
"That's because you're still inexperienced."
"Hiing, an inex... experienced, hnguung, bitch...?"
Answering in a dazed voice as though only half-conscious, Helen looked back at Roan. Her face was so beautiful that Roan laughed.
"Mm. Because you're an inexperienced bitch."
Seeing his laughter, Helen smiled with her eyes, a breathy 'haae'. A smile no one who knew her usual face could ever imagine.
It was a defenseless, lovely eye smile.
"So, m'being trained... with Master's cock.... Hiiiihk...!"
"Hm."
"Hnguung, ngck, hngt, bitch, rewa, hngk, gettin' reward, hngt, my pussy, reward in my pussy...."
"I'll give it to you."
"Haaaeet, hiik...!"
Perhaps having lost all strength in her arms, Helen's arms, which had been supporting her swaying chest and upper body, folded up, helpless.
Her face and shoulders were driven between the pillows. Her raised hips and the gap between them were clearly visible from above.
Her virgin vagina was sucking Roan's plunging manhood with obscene squelching slurps. His shaft was already slick and wet, gleaming with love fluids and blood.
Whenever Roan's length pulled out, the thick folds of her pussy clutched the shaft and came out with it, as if trying to hold onto it. The sight urged his ejaculation.
"Hngk, Master, Masteer.... Give y'r bitch, hnguung, reward, hngk, reward quiick, hngt...."
Roan smacked the side of Helen's nagging buttocks. Along with a sharp slap, the inner walls clamping his penis suddenly squeezed tight, pulsing.
As if asking to be spanked more.
Roan grinned teasingly.
"Right, you were a sow who likes to get hit. Of course."
"Hnguung, hnguuuhk, yes, Master's, hnguuuhk, bitch, sow...."
"Clenching so lewdly. Whining. From now on, to... properly train a lovely bitch like you into a proper cumdump."
As Roan spoke, slapping her ass and pistoning his hips, Helen listened, panting, and smiled. Every time Roan's palm touched the yet-unswollen flesh beside her buttocks, Helen's lower region convulsed with violent spasms.
The corners of her mouth were drawn up as far as they could go, because no one could see.
Even as drool dangled, even as she couldn't focus her eyes.
Trembling from the pain and pleasure she was feeling for the first time, she was grinning broadly. The shame of her master's abuse made her body feel ecstatic beyond compare.
"Hnguung, yes, properly..., hngk.... A proper..., hnguuuuung..., cumdump for Master alone...."
"A long way to go...."
Feeling his imminent climax, Roan grabbed a fistful of Helen's hair and forced her head back.
Slathered in drool, tears, and sweat, the Saintess cried out like a sow in ecstasy.
"Hiiinguung, myy..., hnguung, pussyy.... Feelsh too, good... hngk, I love it...."
"Feels good for me too."
At Roan's low confession, Helen's vagina clamped down in delight. As if she had reached an orgasm, Helen let out a breathless moan.
"Hnguuung, cuuming, hnguung, bitch's, pussy.... I'm cuuminggg...."
Roan pounded his member in fiercely.
Crushing up against her cervix, Roan's penis convulsed and began to empty its semen into her womb.
At the sensation of the semen filling her up, Helen panted and praised her master with a twisted tongue.
"Masteerr, hnguuung, inside, full... so.... It's hottt.... Your cock, s'gooood...."
And then, without mercy, a message that appeared before Roan's eyes blocked his view of Helen.
[Message: Second Quest Complete! Congratulations!]
[Message: Skill 'Charisma' successfully duplicated!]
[Second Quest Reward — Magic 'Star Cloud Shield']
Roan hurriedly closed the messages.
Even without that, the unhelpful messages were disrupting the afterglow of his climax.
He did not want to take his eyes off the sight of Helen crying out, shoving her naked buttocks toward him.
"No matter how good it feels... tsk."
Helen's vagina was clamping down so tightly that it was difficult to even pull out. As Roan's member withdrew from her tight interior, the copious white semen that had been pooling inside began to dribble out, thick as jelly.
The split-open, glistening hole convulsed and fluttered continuously, as if regretful. Helen whined.
"Hnguuung, hngk, Master's stuff..., hnguung, is slipping outtt...."
Noticing the semen trickling down her thighs, Helen, her face flushed red, pressed her head to the floor and looked back at Roan.
With a lewd face, the Saintess smiled brightly, using both hands to spread her vulva wide.
"Haaaah.... It overflowed.... On your lewd cumdump..., fill me with Master's cum again, lots and lots... pleash...."
Roan smiled back at her. At the unexpected dirty confession, his manhood began to rise again.
"Dye me... with Master's scent.... So anyone can tell... I'm a bitch...."
The Saintess seduced the Demon King.
Roan ejaculated again and again that night.
Inside Helen's womb, her mouth, her breasts and face, both hands.
Her whole body was coated in his thick semen.
By the time dawn arrived, Helen's appearance was, by any standard, a complete wreck. Her head swayed dazedly, out of focus, with Roan's continued thrusting.
In the end, before the sun rose, Helen fainted, her hair plastered to her body, soaked in semen and sweat.