The Summoner's First Experience
My massive cock, dripping with blood-tinged saliva and semen, smacked stickily against Rubia's snow-white thigh. As that ferocious heat seeped into her skin, the summoner who had boasted the dignity of a 4th Circle began trembling from head to toe like a prisoner facing the guillotine. For a woman who had grown up nobly her entire life under the shelter of the ivory tower and noble society, this primal terror and shame pouring from a beast of the battlefield was utterly beyond her capacity to bear. Her pride as a mage had already crumbled to dust, and now her face was dominated solely by the raw, ugly survival instinct of a mere human.
"Hic, hiiik...! P-please, please spare me... I was wrong, it was all my fault..." Rubia clung desperately to my legs, begging in a pitiful mess of tears and snot. Those haughty lips that had mocked the miners as trash just moments ago now quivered pathetically, spewing nothing but pleas.
I looked down at her wretched state and let out a cold sneer. "You sucked up the villagers' life force without a second thought, but now your own life is precious, huh? Their lives, coughing up blood in the depths of the mines, were trash—but yours, so noble, is worth saving?"
At my icy sarcasm, Rubia's face drained of color. Guilt? That was a luxury she couldn't afford. Considering the countless vengeful spirits embedded in the staff she had wielded, what I was about to do was almost merciful punishment.
"Aaaahhh—!" Then, from behind me, the salamander who had watched its master's downfall let out a bloodcurdling scream and lunged forward. Though its body was fading, nearly depleted of mana, it reached out with the last flicker of its life's flame.
But a sealed spirit's death throes were lighter than a fly's. Without even turning my head, I drove my shoe's tip indifferently into the approaching salamander's chest.
Splat—!
"Kaaaak!" The salamander screamed feebly and tumbled across the floor, crashing into the distance. Its flames now flickered like a candle on the verge of extinction, and on the ground, viscous red mana shards mixed with bloody tears shimmered, testifying to its despair.
Rubia's eyes shook violently from side to side as she watched her guardian spirit kicked away like a stray animal. With her last hope shattered, she buried her face against the top of my foot and sobbed like a broken doll.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair roughly and forced her head up. Then, grinding my ferocious cock against her tear-streaked cheek, I declared, "Watch closely. See what face your precious spirit bitch makes as she watches you get defiled. That's the price for the karma you've sown."
Her pleas to spare her life, clinging to my legs, were nothing but empty noise. Ignoring her pathetic sobs without mercy, I seized the hem of that noble, haughty mage's robe—fit only for a 4th Circle summoner—with one brutish hand.
"N-no! Please, not this...!" She instinctively tried to cover her chest in resistance, but her frail hands, stripped of all mana, couldn't withstand a beast's grip.
With a vile grin mocking her struggle, I wrenched her wrist aside and tore the robe sideways with savage force.
Riiiip... Crraaack...!
The luxurious mana-infused silk screamed as it shredded. The deep purple robe, symbol of a mage's authority and pride, tore into worthless rags at my fingertips and scattered across the filthy tunnel floor. The dignity of the 4th Circle, her self-proclaimed genius mage pride—all plummeted to the dirt with that ripping sound.
In its place, against the stark blackness of the scorched mine tunnel, her porcelain-white flesh was exposed in raw obscenity. Skin so pale it hurt the eyes, as if she'd never seen proper sunlight in her pampered life under the ivory tower's shadow. Smooth, uncurved shoulders quivering in terror, delicate collarbones trembling faintly, and small, perky breasts peeking defiantly through her fingers despite her desperate attempts to hide them. Every flaw laid bare under my gaze.
The mine's acrid smoke and dust clung to her white skin like stains, the contrast only stoking a more sadistic lust.
"Ah, haaa..." Rubia flushed crimson with the shame of being stripped bare, bowing her head, but I yanked her slender waist roughly toward me.
Trapped between the cold mine wall and my scorching body, her pale flesh trembled pitifully like a fawn caught in a hunter's trap. I pressed the guards' mana-swollen, vein-bulging monstrosity deep into her soft lower belly, the rough pulse of its veins throbbing directly through her tender skin.
"Acting all high and mighty, but you've kept this flesh nice and plump. Did you use the villagers' stolen blood to pamper your body so delicately? Where's that venomous bitch hiding in all this soft skin?"
As the intimidating girth and heat pressed raw against her flesh—not her mucous membranes—Rubia's eyes widened as if to roll back, a faint moan escaping her.
I brought my lips to her ear, exhaling roughly, and slid my savage emblem stickily up the inner softness of her pale thighs, foreshadowing the brutal ravaging to come. The once-noble mage, overwhelmed by the sensation of her skin being violated by the massive club, could only twist her hips powerlessly in my arms, shedding tears.
Each time my pounding heartbeat pressed against her chest, she let out a moan of utter despair, as if her very life were being devoured.
I dragged Rubia toward the salamander writhing and groaning on the floor. Forcing its gaze to fix on the scene, I made it watch every degrading moment of its master's collapse.
"Look closely. See how the master you risked your life for turns into a beast's bitch from here on out."
At my chilling command, the salamander's flickering eyes filled with horror and despair. It screamed as if its soul were being shaved away at the sight of its master's virginity about to be taken—but a mana-sealed spirit's cry was just a hollow echo.
I turned back to Rubia, shivering like a leaf in my arms. Spreading her pale thighs wide with brute force revealed her untouched, tightly sealed virgin sanctuary, never before permitted to another.
"N-no... please, not that... Uwaaaak!"
Mocking her desperate scream, I thrust the mana-engorged, vein-rupturing savage cock right against her entrance. But instead of slamming in, to maximize her terror and pressure, I pierced that narrow slit slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
"Hngk...!!! Haaaaahhh...!!!!!"
Her virgin passage, never before invaded, shrieked as it tore around my massive girth. Rubia threw her head back, shrieking in madness, bright blood welling from her tight hole to stain my ferocious shaft red.
Each time the guards' mana-infused hot rod battered her deepest core, a horrific, pleasure-laced brand seared into her womb—one she'd remember forever. Not her noble 4th Circle mana circuits, but the beast's semen-mingled mana forcibly conquered her body.
"Stop, please stop... Ugh, my belly, it's tearing apart...!"
Rubia, face soaked in tears, tried to push my shoulders away, but I crushed her slim waist in a bone-breaking grip and drove my emblem even deeper.
As my cock fully sheathed past her hymen into her most secret depths, Rubia's eyes rolled back white, spewing a grotesque moan.
The salamander, witnessing it all right before its eyes, clawed the floor in bloody despair until its nails tore free. The spirit's agony, forced to live-stream its master's most humiliating moment, seemed far more excruciating than her physical torment.
I pressed my lips to Rubia's ear, savoring her wet voice writhing in ecstasy and pain, and murmured low, "Remember this, Rubia. Filling your body now isn't noble mana—it's my power laced with the grudge of the villagers you called trash. You'll live forever as my bitch."
With that declaration, I began piston-thrusting like a beast, and the tunnel filled with the shattered pride of the noble summoner mingled with her lewd cries.
"Haaaaang....!!!!!"