Marking His Woman
Squelch— spurt—
"Hahit…!"
Jincheon rocked his hips in small, deliberate motions, wringing out every last drop of remaining seed.
Calsira trembled through the aftershocks of that pleasure until her body finally registered that the climax had ended. Only then did she manage to force her lips apart.
"I… if you're satisfied now… please let me go…"
Is… this… my voice…?
Even as the words left her, she startled at the sound of them.
No matter how violent the Zabalcan people could be, rape remained an unambiguous crime. She had endured every kind of scorn as a small-horned royal, yet not a single soul had ever conceived of violating her like this. Of course she ought to grieve and rage that her dignity as a woman had been trampled. And yet—somehow—her own voice carried none of that fury. What came out was sweet, fragile, unmistakably feminine.
At first she had been so shocked she could not even accept it as hers.
"Sorry, but if I meant to stop with just this, I never would have started."
Thrust!
"Hah-heung!"
Jincheon seized both cheeks of her ass and gave them a single, firm bounce. Even after climax his cock had grown harder and thicker than before, the head driving up against the mouth of her womb.
"What… possible gain… is there in doing something like this…?"
She could not understand the man called Jincheon. A woman who had always had to survey every situation from every possible angle simply to survive found his willingness to shatter human relationships for the sake of the pleasure right in front of him utterly incomprehensible.
"Making you understand that is my job."
Jincheon never hesitated to use any means necessary to claim a woman who met his standards of worth. If he wanted her, he took her into his arms. Once she was in his arms he addicted her to pleasure until she belonged to him completely. That was the pattern of behavior and the value system of the man named Jincheon.
He had once been an ordinary twenty-first-century human, yet centuries spent as a transcendent being—as the Lust Emperor—had forged values no ordinary person could grasp. Even back in the twenty-first century his outlook had already set him apart.
"Think of this as a contract deposit. If that doesn't make sense, call it a marking."
One of the hands gripping her ass slid up along the curve of her hip and began to stroke the line of her waist.
Thicker skin than a Terran's. And the muscle is far denser too.
Terran women possessed a soft, yielding give. Zabalcan women were firmer overall, the pliancy more restrained. Because their muscle was so strong, the shape of breasts and ass never collapsed easily; the silhouette lacked a dramatic cinch at the waist yet carried a healthy, elegant line that was its own kind of beauty. The crimson skin only heightened that exotic allure while underscoring the impression of vitality.
After centuries without sex, Jincheon had first drowned himself in pure sensation; now that he had recovered a measure of composure he took the time to savor a Zabalcan woman's charms with both eyes and hands.
"Nngh… stop… ahh-heuu…"
The residual glow of climax still clung to her body; every caress he offered was received with raw sensitivity.
I have to get free! If I move now…!
Calsira decided she must somehow pull their joined sexes apart. Instinct told her that if she failed, a version of herself she had never known would be born.
"Hup…!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Hag-euut!"
She shoved against his body without warning and tried to rise. Even with semen and her own juices acting as lubricant, the wet slap of flesh on flesh rang out harshly. Yet against the Lust Emperor—who had tasted every form of female resistance imaginable—the attempt was meaningless.
Women who tried to kill him. Women who tried to flee. Women who tried to talk him down. Women who, in despair, tried to end themselves. And countless others. He had turned them all into his women. Her struggle was child's play.
He made no move to restrain her. He simply rolled his hips once.
Thrust!
"Hahiit~"
The body that had already accepted his Sex Cultivation and his seed could not refuse the pleasure his cock delivered. So long as she was a woman, she could not defeat Jincheon. It was not a question of ability or talent; it was a matter of absolute compatibility.
One slow stir of his cock inside her cunt and the legs that had been trying to stand began to tremble.
He's… toying with me…!
The look on his face that said go ahead, try left no room for doubt.
Thrust!
He snapped his hips upward again; the glans brushed a light kiss against the mouth of her womb.
"Huhaaaang~~~~"
Squelch—
"Kiheuut~~"
Strength fled her legs and she collapsed back down, wailing as the cock stabbed against her cervix.
Ah… no… I can't… escape…
Thinking exactly that, aren't you. To make her abandon futile resistance, this way is faster.
Letting a woman try to run on her own power, then watching her lose to the pleasure of his cock and surrender—that was Jincheon's specialty. Force her down and she would always rebound harder. But if she chose to flee of her own will and failed, she simply gave up on escape. Especially when he never physically restrained her and only rolled his hips to make her fail. Dozens of women had fallen to this method and abandoned all further resistance.
In other words, until this moment he had deliberately been playing with her, allowing her the illusion of flight.
Then let's do this properly.
The empty struggle was gone; only enjoyment remained. The leisurely smile vanished from Jincheon's face, replaced by the smile of a predator that had its prey right in front of it.
"From now on I'll start marking you as my woman. You'd better keep your wits about you."
"Wh-what are you…"
"Most women never last to the end. They faint."
The smile alone sent instinctive alarm racing through Calsira, but he simply finished speaking, toppled her onto the bed, and forced her onto all fours like a dog.
"W-wait…!"
Until a moment ago he had felt like some casual street punk. Now he was a predator giving everything it had.
Slap!
"Eunghaat~~!"
His hips drove forward roughly; her elastic ass jiggled like pudding.
Ho?
A flicker of admiration crossed Jincheon's face.
The spring in her ass is so strong the impact feels better than any Terran woman's.
The real pleasures of doggy-style were the different angle of the cock raking the pussy walls and the solid collision of pubic bone against ass. The sensation of that impact, the visual of the cheeks rippling—anyone who didn't understand those two things didn't understand doggy-style at all. And a Zabalcan woman's ass delivered that impact far more deliciously than a Terran's.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Huhaang~ hahk! haak! haang~"
Every time his cock carved a new angle through her folds and his pubic bone cracked against her ass, the moans spilling from Calsira's mouth grew a shade more lewd. The wave-like roll of her hips maximized a man's urge to conquer.
Smack!
"Kyahit!"
Unable to contain his rising excitement, Jincheon brought his open palm down on her ass; her upper body arched like a drawn bow.
"Perfectly shaped ass. Looking at it and spanking it—both the best."
"Aaaat~~! I… am not… the sort of person… like you…"
Slap!
"Eunghaaang~~!"
This time he drew his hips back in a long pull and then drove in to the hilt in a single stroke. The attack made her collapsing torso surge upward again; a shameless cry burst free.
"Every time I hit your cervix your voice turns lewd. You still think you have the right to say that?"
"N-no… I… don't make… lewd sounds…!"
At her fierce denial he buried himself deep and began to grind his hips in slow circles. Her body, unable to resist the power of his cock, moved its own hips in the same lewd rhythm.
Squelch-squelch-squelch~~
"Kihyaaang~~~!"
She burned with shame that she was forced to roll her hips obscenely in time with his cock, yet the glans spinning against her cervix flooded her with pleasure and she sobbed out moans.
I… can't hold it… no matter how hard I try… the moans just spill out…
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
"Ataaaang~~~~~"
Sensing that her mind had wandered, Jincheon suddenly launched into a rapid piston. The perfectly sculpted ass jiggled with lewd abandon.
Collapse!
At last the strength left both her arms and her upper body crumpled onto the bed.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Ang! Aang! Hataang! Aang-ang!"
Yet Jincheon simply gripped her pelvis, keeping her lower half from collapsing as well, and continued to hammer his hips with brutal force. With her arms completely spent she barely kept her torso from flattening completely—only the soft bulk of her breasts saved her.
Spurt!
Then, after only a few minutes, Jincheon came with the suddenness of a premature climax.
"Huhaaaaaat~~~~~!!"
Semen surged in a fierce jet, battering the mouth of her womb; the shock hurled Calsira into another orgasm and she wailed long and high.
Thud-thud-spurt-thud-thud-gurgle-thud!
"Hiit!?"
Even while ejaculating he kept the still-hard cock slamming into her without mercy. And there her voice suddenly regained strength. The vital force contained in Jincheon's seed was being absorbed; her stamina was recovering.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Ook!? Hahoooot!?"
Even in the middle of climax he gave her no rest; pleasure rose in an unbroken chain. Sensation she had never felt—never even imagined—in her entire life flooded her until thought itself vanished. She could only howl like a beast, transforming into a female whose sole purpose was to satisfy a man's urge to dominate.
"Auaaaa! Atatatataaat~~~~"
Her mind burned pure white. Not a scrap of her usual cleverness remained; she simply sobbed and moaned, drowning in pleasure. All she could do was clutch the bedsheets and whimper.
Morning light poured through the window, driving back the darkness as the sun rose.
Spurt! Spurt!
"A… aa… au…"
"Kheum…!"
Jincheon's lower body shuddered through one final climax. His abdomen was streaked and splattered with the semen flung up by the endless pistoning. Beneath him, Calsira's ass and thighs were coated white; she could only moan weakly. The crimson of her skin made the white seed stand out all the more vividly—red and white emphasizing each other in a harmony that lent her a sexiness she had never worn before.
"Huuu~"
He pulled free. Half-jellied semen gurgled without pause from between her thighs.
"Haaa~ Best day I've had in ages. How long has it been since I felt this?"
Ending in pleasure and beginning in pleasure—an ordinary day for him. After centuries without it, the smile that bloomed across Jincheon's face was the smile of a man who had finally recovered his emotions.
Moreover, by circulating his Tushinryeok through both his body and hers and then reclaiming it, he had gained an effect equal to dozens of full Great Circulations in a single day. He had not, of course, drained her life force. Sex Cultivation that stole a woman's innate qi was the technique he despised most; whenever word reached him of a lust demon who practiced it, he personally executed the man for that reason alone.
"Aeu… eueung…"
Finally free of the pleasure he had forced on her, Calsira felt a light climax simply from the sensation of semen leaving her body—then she slept. Her flesh was unharmed, but her mind was utterly exhausted.
Now that she knows what pleasure is, from next time I can take it slowly.
The first overwhelming climax had left her able only to scream and thrash. Jincheon preferred to force one-sided pleasure first, then begin the real training at a measured pace; from here on he would gradually addict her.
From now on is the real beginning.
Until he met Calsira everything had been preparation for living in this world. From this moment forward was the true starting point of the road ahead. That fact was bound up with the centuries he had spent without taking any new women.
After every one of his wives had died, Jincheon had gone out into the world to embrace new ones. He had begun selecting those who pleased him and approaching them—only to discover a critical difference.
There is no journey to build together.
He and his wives had never been a group gathered solely for pleasure. Pleasure had been the foundation, yes, but they had all laughed and wept together while sharing the same harsh road. There had been a time, for example, when his skill was still immature and the master of the Pacheonhoe had shattered his dantian, stripping him of power.
Back then I truly thought the world was ending.
Yet not one of his women left. They wept with him and tended the pain he felt. He had told them they were free to go if they wished; none of them did. Instead they insisted on serving him themselves.
And then we went after Chiwoo's relic.
At the end of that devoted journey he first obtained Tushinryeok—and could not control it. His body stood on the brink of exploding. In that crisis his wives risked the same annihilation, using Sex Cultivation to draw the raging power into themselves. Without them he would never have bought the time needed to master it; he would have burst and died.
Without that journey I would have become nothing more than a monster that only chased pleasure.
Honestly, when he lost his Inner Qi he had expected at least one of them to let affection cool and walk away. Instead they became of one heart, shared the hardship of the road, and played a decisive part in forging the man he was now. That experience taught him to value a journey built together.
The problem was that after every wife had died, Jincheon had no new journey left to build. Asia, Europe, the Americas—he had explored every corner, enjoyed every adventure, caused so many incidents that no one on Earth remained who did not know his name. The planet had simply grown too small for the existence called Jincheon.
But now it is different.
This was an SF world utterly unlike his own. The vast universe overflowed with adventures that could not be exhausted even in a lifetime. And he had met Calsira—the wife-candidate who would share those adventures with him. The time had come to step out into the stars.
Thump— thump—
Jincheon's heart began to race with anticipation for the journey that lay ahead.