Her gasp became a muffled scream against my mouth as our connection deepened. The three concentric rings in my vision pulsed with stolen power, Ariel's life force flooding my veins like liquid fire.
"F-fuck, Dante—"
I silenced her with another kiss, hands ripping at the front of her uniform. Buttons clattered across the floor as her pristine white blouse fell open. The black lace beneath gleamed like oil on snow, straining against curves I'd pretended not to notice for years.
"Still wearing the stockings I bought you," I murmured against the racing pulse in her neck. My teeth found the fluttering vein. "Good girl."
Her choked whimper vibrated through my jaw. The first mark bloomed crimson beneath my lips as I drank deeper—not just energy now, but the very essence of her being. Her fingernails scored bloody lines down my back, the pain only fueling the feedback loop between us.
Schlick.
The stockings tore like rice paper under my grip. Ariel arched off the bed with a shattered cry, her thighs clamping around my head as I buried my face between them. Black lace dissolved under the heat of my breath, the fabric disintegrating to reveal glistening pink folds already dripping.
"Look at you," I growled, the vibration making her shudder. "My proper maid, soaked through her panties before I've even touched her."
Her reply dissolved into a high-pitched keen as my tongue stabbed upward. Her hips jerked violently, but my hands pinned her in place, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
The obscene wetness of her arousal drowned out all other sounds. Every flick of my tongue sent jolts through both our bodies, the Essence Drain amplifying sensation beyond rationale.
"M-more! Dante, please—"
I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked.
Ariel's scream shook the crystal chandelier above us. Her entire body went rigid as the first orgasm ripped through her, cunt clamping down on nothing as pearly fluid gushed across my chin. The burst of energy flooded my veins—not just power, but flickering images of our shared memories:
Ariel at sixteen, blade in hand as stray devils bled out at her feet. Ariel's trembling fingers buttoning my coat before my first ball...
The visions sharpened my hunger. I redoubled my efforts, tongue pistoning in time with the pulsing walls of her cunt. Her thighs quivered like plucked guitar strings, each tremor reverberating through my skull.
"T-too much! Dante, I can't—"
My answer was to hook two fingers inside her, curling upward. The resulting scream dissolved into wet, hiccuping sobs as she came again, her nectar overflowing my hand.
Beneath me, Ariel writhed like a woman possessed—eyes rolled back, saliva trailing from parted lips, uniform shredded to reveal marks that would take days to fade.
"P-please... mercy..."
I withdrew slowly, watching her hips chase the vanishing pressure. "Since when do you beg?"
Her crimson eyes focused with difficulty. "Fuck... me..."
My laughter startled us both. In one smooth motion I flipped her onto hands and knees, the tattered remains of her skirt providing no modesty. The twin globes of her ass glowed pink from earlier impacts, her swollen cunt glistening.
Smack!
My palm connected with her right cheek, leaving a perfect handprint. "Again."
"Fuck... me..."
Smack! Smack!
Tears splattered the silk sheets as she collapsed onto her elbows, body shaking through another involuntary climax. I gathered her juices on my fingers, painting obscene patterns across her trembling back.
"My Ariel," I mocked, pressing inside her with a single brutal thrust. "Reduced to a sobbing mess on her master's cock."
Her scream echoed through the manor. Good thing my walls were soundproof.
Ariel's inner walls clamped down like a vise, the friction threatening to undo me immediately. My Void Sight flared brighter, the three rings spinning madly as our energies collided. Every thrust sent visible shockwaves through the air, shattering vases and cracking windowpanes.
"Y-yes! Right there! Fucking—break me!"
Her broken plea shattered my control. I pistoned into her with abandon, the bedframe screeching across the floor with each impact. Her juices ran down my thighs, the scent of burnt sugar overwhelming as our joined flesh sparked with magical feedback.
"Come for me," I snarled, hand fisting in her hair. "Now."
SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP!
The wet slap of flesh echoed like cannon fire as I hammered into her ruined cunt. Ariel's screams dissolved into primal shrieks, her back arching violently as another orgasm tore through her. Hot cream gushed around my cock, the viscous fluid bubbling and hissing where our magic met.
CRACK!
The headboard splintered against the wall. Ariel's claws shredded the sheets as she came again, her body convulsing like a electrocuted puppet. Gush! Her cunt spasmed wildly, milking my cock with desperate urgency.
"F-filling me! Dante! DANTE!"
Her wail hitched as I bottomed out, balls slapping against her swollen clit. The first hot jet of cum erupted from my tip, painting her trembling walls white. Ariel's eyes rolled back completely, tongue lolling as her overstimulated pussy drank every thick rope.
I pulled out slowly, watching my seed ooze from her gaping hole. Her ass hit the mattress with a wet smack, legs splayed obscenely wide. Chest heaving, I grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her back.
"No... can't... hnnngh!"
Her protest died as I slammed back in, the squelching noise louder than before. "Did I say we were done?"
Ariel's tits bounced violently with each thrust, nipples pebbled and leaking. I shoved my thumb between her slack lips. "Suck."
Her mouth closed instinctively, cheeks hollowing as she nursed on my digit like a pacifier. Schlup. Schlup. Tears streamed down her face as I pistoned into her oversensitive cunt, the bed now slick with our combined fluids.
CRUNCH!
The frame finally gave out, collapsing in a shower of splinters. We hit the floor without breaking rhythm, Ariel's legs locking around my waist as I fucked her through the wreckage.
"G-gonna die... hnngh! S'too much!"
I leaned down to bite her collarbone. "You'll take it. You're my good little cocksleeve, aren't you?"
Her broken sob vibrated around my thumb as another orgasm ripped through her. Too bad we were just getting started.
===
Hours Later
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Ariel's cum mixture leaked onto the rug as I lifted her limp form onto the writing desk. Her head lolled back, midnight hair sweeping across inkwells and scattered parchment. I spread her trembling thighs wide, admiring the wreckage of her cunt - swollen lips puffy and glazed with dried seed.
Squelch.
Two fingers slipped easily into her sloppy hole. "Still hungry, aren't you?"
"P-please..."
I chuckled, lining up my revived cock.
Her back arched off the desk, quill stands scattering. I fucked her upright now, watching her tits sway in time with my thrusts. Her exhausted moans took on a delirious quality, words slurring into nonsense.
"Haaah... D-Dante-sama... s'good... hnnn!"
I pressed down hard, watching her entire body seize. "One last one. For me."
Her agonized scream turned to breathless whimpers as the final orgasm tore through her. Clear fluid gushed across the floorboards - the last dregs of her essence. I gathered it on my fingers, painting her slack lips with her own nectar.
"Good girl."
She mewled pitifully as I finally withdrew, collapsing into the ruin of silk and splinters. The first rays of dawn filtered through shattered windows as I carried her to the bathing chamber. Her head lolled against my chest, murmuring slurry nonsense.
"...best... ever... mine..."
I lowered us into the steaming pool, her battered body floating limply in the perfumed water. Even unconscious, her cunt still twitched around nothing, hungry for more.
"Rest," I murmured, teeth grazing her earlobe. "We'll continue your training on earth."
Her exhausted smile said everything. The proper maid was gone. In her place - my perfect, addicted pawn.
Her head lolled against my chest, consciousness flickering in and out like a dying candle. Carefully, I positioned her against the edge of the large marble tub, ensuring her face remained above water.
"Stay with me," I murmured, reaching for the scented oils on the nearby shelf.
Her crimson eyes fluttered open, unfocused and hazy. "Master..."
"Just Dante right now." I poured lavender oil into my palm, working it into a lather before gently massaging her shoulders. The purple bruises blooming across her pale skin stood in stark contrast to the steam rising from the water.
She winced as my fingers brushed a particularly deep mark on her collarbone.
"Sorry," I said, genuinely meaning it. I'd been rougher than intended. The Essence Drain had awakened something primal in me—a hunger that went beyond physical desire or magical need.
"Don't apologize," she whispered, her voice raw from screaming. "I wanted it."
I activated my Void Sight, the three concentric circles manifesting in my vision as I examined her magical essence. The usual vibrant fire and wind signatures that characterized her power appeared significantly depleted—barely flickering embers where roaring flames should be. Yet something else caught my attention.
"Interesting," I muttered, tracing a finger along her jawline.
"What?" She leaned into my touch like a cat seeking affection.
"Your capacity." I continued examining her with my Void Sight. "It's increased by about ten percent. The drain didn't just take your energy—it expanded your reserves."
A smile ghosted across her lips. "You made me stronger."
"We made each other stronger," I corrected, reaching for a soft cloth to wash her back. "Though I may have gotten the better end of the bargain."
Her laugh turned into a small hiss of pain as I gently cleaned a scratch on her shoulder blade. My teeth had left distinct impressions across her skin—a map of our encounter that would take days to fade.
"It's a good thing I tested this with you first," I said, carefully washing her arms and hands. "If I'd tried this with Latia without understanding the effects..."
"The house wouldn't have survived," Ariel finished, her eyes momentarily focusing. "Not her first time."
The thought sobered me. The Beast that had emerged during our coupling had been unexpected—a side of myself I hadn't fully anticipated. The raw hunger, the need to dominate and claim... I'd lost control in ways that could have been dangerous with someone less resilient than Ariel.
"You're thinking too hard," she murmured, reaching up to touch my face with trembling fingers. "I'm fine."
I captured her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. "You're more than fine. You're magnificent."
A blush spread across her cheeks, visible even through her exhaustion. I continued washing her, working my way down her body with gentleness that contrasted sharply with our earlier savagery. Each touch was deliberate, caring rather than demanding.
When I reached her thighs, she tensed slightly.
"Still sensitive?" I asked, moving the cloth with extra care.
"Everything's sensitive," she admitted, her voice small and vulnerable in a way I'd never heard before. "It's like my skin is too tight."
I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Like a little bunny. Twitchy and sensitive."
She scrunched her nose at the comparison, but couldn't hide her pleased smile. "A bunny?"
"Mmm," I agreed, kissing the tip of her nose. "A fierce, deadly bunny who happens to be the most loyal pawn a king could ask for."
Her eyes brightened at the praise, her body relaxing further into the water.
"Maybe I should get you bunny ears," I mused, working shampoo into her long black hair. "They'd suit you."
"Don't you dare," she growled, but there was no heat in it. Her eyes drifted closed as my fingers massaged her scalp, working through tangles with patient care.
I took my time cleaning her, washing away the physical evidence of our encounter while murmuring quiet praise. She needed this—the affirmation, the care after such intensity. And surprisingly, I needed to give it.
"You're perfect," I told her as I rinsed her hair. "Strong and beautiful and entirely mine."
"Yours," she agreed drowsily.
When I finally deemed her clean, I lifted her from the bath. She felt lighter somehow, drained in the most literal sense. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried her, her face pressed against my chest.
"Can you walk?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
She shook her head, a small movement against my skin. "Not yet."
"Then I'll carry you."
We exited the bathing chamber, and I paused at the sight of my bedroom. Without the lust filled haze, the destruction was even more apparent than before. The bed lay in splintered ruins, sheets torn and scattered across the floor. My desk had been reduced to kindling, papers and books strewn everywhere. Even the windows hadn't escaped unscathed—hairline cracks spread like spiderwebs across the glass.
"Shit," I muttered.
Ariel made a small sound that might have been a laugh. "Your mother will know."
"Everyone will know," I sighed. There was no hiding this level of destruction.
I carried her to my closet, somehow still intact, and managed to extract a simple black shirt one-handed. After setting her down briefly on the only unbroken chair, I pulled on a pair of loose pants before helping her into the shirt. It hung from her smaller frame like a dress, the sleeves falling past her fingertips.
"Guest room," I decided, lifting her again. "Before someone comes to investigate."
The nearest guest chamber was just down the hall—a room I'd used occasionally when renovations had been done to my own quarters. I nudged the door open with my foot and carried Ariel to the large four-poster bed, setting her down gently on the cool sheets.
She immediately reached for me, her hands grasping weakly at my arm. "Stay."
"I'm not going anywhere." I assured her, climbing in beside her.