Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 431

Chapter 431: The Begining of the End (2)***
Third Person’s POV

He feared causing a tear and some permanent damage to her tender, swollen pussy, which he knew was already flushed a deep, angry red from their relentless fucking.

But she didn’t seem to care even a little bit about his strong thrusts as she was too lost in the adrenaline and the heady pheromones of lust and love that bound both of them in this sinful union.

“Hnnnn~~ Aaaahhh~~~ Mmmm~~” she mewled continuously as her body arched lewdly.

Suddenly, she seemed to feel the pain, and a genuine complaint broke through her pleasured daze,

“M-My neck… it hurts….”

Hearing the real strain in her voice, Ethan’s dominant fervor softened, and he immediately released her face and the pair of her breasts he had been cupping in his palms.

His sudden release of support caused her upper body to slump forward and pulled a loud, girlish scream from her, entertaining Ethan to no end.

“Kyaaaa~~~~~!”

But Ethan was no deranged sadist, and he had no interest in letting her fall headfirst.

His reflexes were lightning-fast, as he expertly caught her by her arms before she could collapse and hauled her back up.

He then maneuvered her soft body into a deep, bent-over ‘L’ shape, presenting her pale, trembling rear to him perfectly.

But he had no intention of stopping due to this sudden interlude.

His pounding resumed with renewed vigor as they drew out even more delirious and exhausted moans from her core, showing that she had finally started to get exhausted from such a physically and mentally energy draining exercise, and the fact that she had to serve such a monster who didn’t seem to know the word exhaustion.

Her magnificent, lewd breasts, with their stiff, pink nipples, started to swing and bounce freely with every jarring impact of his thrusts, forming a mesmerizing sight that he was not able to observe with his naked eyes due to his position.

Though he didn’t miss this opportunity to feast on such an enticing scene so he witnessed this spectacle with the hyper-aware focus of his soul sense, capturing every jiggle and bounce of her breasts that shook so much.

Gradually, his gaze drifted lower and moved from the sweat-slicked curve of her spine to the perfect, pale hemispheres of her asscheeks.

They quivered and jolted with every hard thrust as their shiny white skin flushed into a delicate pink.

Seeing this, a sudden dark but thrilling idea sparked in his mind.

He released her hands, but this time he was careful as he gently settled her upper body onto the damp, rumpled sheets.

She had no strength left to support herself, so her face, shoulders, and the soft crush of her breasts were pressed firmly into the thin mattress.

As she clutched the sheets in her tiny fists while moaning deliriously into the fabric, Ethan drew his hand back and brought it down in a sharp, stinging crack against her flawless white cheek.

SLAP!!

A perfect, red handprint bloomed instantly against the pale skin of her hip.

Lucy’s head jerked up, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide with shock and a flicker of something else.

But Ethan offered no explanation to her questioning eyes.

Instead, he began a rhythm of his own—a series of sharp, possessive slaps and squeezes on her hips that alternated with his powerful thrusts, forming a lewd melody that echoed even louder than her muffled moans.

“Slap~~ Slap~~~ Pah~~ Pah~~”

The initial burning pain she had felt was of shock, but it quickly melted and transformed into a strange, euphoric heat mixed with the pain that spread through her entire lower body.

Each impact seemed to fuel the fiery coil of pleasure tightening within her, making her already drenched love canal gush with even more juices.

Her slick and hot juices could be seen freely trickling from their joined genitals, coating his rapidly going in and out penis and his balls.

As it trickled down her thighs, it seemed to form a glistening painting of slimy nectar down her inner thighs and onto the bed below while the lewd, wet sounds of their union mixed with the sharp reports of his palm on her flesh.

The room was filled with the raw, wet sounds of their fucking and the sharp, stinging slapping sounds of his palm meeting her asscheeks.

She moaned continuously, releasing a breathless, desperate prayer of moans as he drove his dick into her pussy from behind, his pace relentless and deep.

“Aah~! Aah~! Eryndor…!”

Each hard, powerful thrust rocked her entire body forward, only for his firm grip on her hips to pull her back onto his length.

The slaps he delivered to both of her pale, quivering asscheeks were not gentle, and they landed with such force that they painted her skin a heated, blotchy red, while the sting was a sharp counterpoint to the deep, internal pleasure coiling within her.

Despite the exhausting pace, Ethan observed a telling shift in her body.

Instead of recoiling, her exhausted muscles were making a feeble yet deliberate attempt to push her hips back and to meet his savage pounding.

She was aligning herself with his rhythm and seemed to be giving a subconscious surrender to the very punishment he was dishing out.

Seeing this, a sinister, possessive smile curled his lips.

He paused the assault of his hand and let it rest heavily on the warm, reddened skin of one ripe asscheek, even as his hips continued their merciless rhythm.

“Look at you, Lucy,” he said, his voice deceptively calm and low like a soft, gentle murmur against her ear, unlike hers, filled with gasps and moans.

“Moaning like a perfect little whore for me, and your pretty ass is clenching for even more when I paint it red.

You are enjoying the way I fuck you, and the pain my slaps cause, aren’t you? Doesn’t it make you ashamed, you slut?”

Lucy had been lost in a haze of pleasure, and her mind had been floating on a sea of sensation where only the feeling of his filling her insides and the sharp heat on her skin mattered.