Right now, we were in a rattling carriage headed back to Slyvaris. The mission was complete; the job was done, and I had no reason to stay in that town a second longer. As much as I would have loved to bring Rosalind, the risk was too high. Her son was still a hero, who knows what kind of hell would break loose if he caught me with her.
But I didn't leave empty-handed.
"Oh, oh... master... Ah~"
I had my head resting on her shoulder, my eyes closed for some much-needed rest. But this woman—this receptionist—was, as I'd learned the hard way, utterly insatiable. I had her on my lap, thinking I could just use her soft body as a pillow, but I didn't realize she had already hiked her skirt and impaled herself on me while I was drifting off. She didn't seem to care that we were in a carriage where anything could happen—the driver could look back, or we could be stopped at any moment.
"Uh~ master~"
I had no idea when she started calling me that, but after that morning encounter in the storage cubicle where I almost died pounding her, she woke up completely transformed. She was submissive, obsessed, and had literally abandoned her post at the tavern just to follow me. The only issue was her endless, bottomless lust.
She had asked if she could sit on my lap, and I'd agreed because I liked the softness of her frame. I thought I'd get a nap. Instead, I was met with a wet, slurping sensation that pulled me right back into the heat. She didn't even need foreplay; the bitch was always soaking wet, a permanent swamp between her legs.
"N-not now," I groaned, pulling my head back from her shoulder to look at her.
Her eyes were hazy, clouded over with a thick film of pleasure. She had long, raven-black hair that cascaded down to her waist and amber eyes—eyes that had been an abyssal black during her frenzy earlier. She was dressed in a white blouse that was now translucent, sticking to her skin from the sweat she had accumulated by grinding against me for over an hour without pause.
It seemed that after the system emergency yesterday, I had gained even more endurance, but she was testing every bit of it. She wore a black skirt, which she had hiked up just enough to swallow my cock. The fabric draped over our laps, hiding the literal connection, but anyone close would notice the rhythmic twitching of our bodies and the way we were both drenched in sweat despite the morning chill.
Realizing this wasn't going to end unless I forced it, I tried to lift her off. She noticed immediately. Her eyes snapped to mine, and she suddenly hooked her legs around my waist, her arms flying back to grip the carriage frame for leverage. She used that support to jam my cock even deeper into her pussy, bottoming me out until I felt the thud in my gut.
Suddenly, her internal walls began that terrifying suction again. It was maddening. She wasn't just trying to fuck me; she was trying to glue us together, squeezing my length with a rhythmic, pulsing grip. She started moving her thighs up and down, contracting her butt cheeks with a force that made her teeth clench. She was trying to force me to break.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, my mind turning to mush.
Through the haze of mounting pleasure, I saw her leaning in with a predatory smile.
"Master, why not cum already? You know how good it feels to cum inside me..."
She started bouncing on my thighs. She wasn't pulling out and dropping back down; no, we were still pinned at her deepest depths. She was just vibrating and bouncing her entire weight onto me, ensuring I felt every inch of my long cock being swallowed by her heat.
"So cum... don't worry... I'll make sure you enjoy it..."
Even if I wanted to fight it, I was helpless. I collapsed back onto her shoulder, my strength failing as the pleasure hit a terminal peak. She hugged me tight, her fingers ruffling the hair at the back of my neck with a strange, maternal tenderness that didn't match the way she was milking me.
"Shhh... doesn't it feel good to pump it inside me, master? Isn't it sweet?"
With those words, she stopped the bouncing and just tightened her entire body around me—a total, crushing clench. Before I knew it, I was cumming, a hot, endless stream flooding into her.
"Yes, masterrrr~"
She squirmed and bucked against me, absorbing every drop, and that was how the entire trip went.