Chapter 59: Relentless

“Again… once more…!”
“Ugh!”
“Nghh!”

It was as if Lema were addicted, repeating the act with short groans each time.
Every thrust crashed into Bel like a hammer, driving her to climax again and again. Each release wasn’t gentle—it was violent, shocking pleasure that ripped straight through her, leaving her trembling.

“Lema… haa… Lema…”
“Yes, Master. Does it… hurt—”
“Hhhnngh!”
“—you?”

As though his reason had burned away, Lema gripped Bel’s hips and moved his waist without pause.
“Ahh! Ahh, ahhh!”
Each thrust struck so hard that wetness splashed from within.
“Ahh—ahhh—!”
Every pounding motion from below made Bel writhe, the intensity nearly unbearable.

Usually, she was the one to guide Lema when he fell into his fits of torment, but this time she could only be swept helplessly along.
“Lema… nghh… ahhh!”
“Aahh… nghh…”

Every time Bel called his name, Lema let out a guttural, animal-like groan, unable to contain himself. He clutched at the backs of her knees, pistoning his hips with a desperate, almost frantic rhythm.
Each withdrawal left wetness streaming down. Bel couldn’t tell if it was semen from Lema or simply her own overflowing fluids from the relentless stimulation.

Given that Lema could climax without even touching himself, perhaps he had already spilled unknowingly in his frenzy.
“Ahhh! Lema! Nghhh!”
Otherwise, how could there be so much wetness? And yet his shaft remained hard, hammering away as if freshly entered.

“Nghhh… hhhnngh…”
It was becoming suffocating.

Until now, Lema’s pace had always been a steady rhythm—building her up, letting her crest, then drawing her higher again.
But this time there was no respite. He dragged Bel up and up, past every peak, past every limit, to places beyond where climax should have ended.

How much further could she go? Even Bel didn’t know. It was like breathing only in, never out—endlessly.
“Hhhnngh—haaahh…”

Bel panted, chest heaving. Lema paused for a moment, still buried inside, and drew her into a tight embrace.
“Master… please… don’t be so careless with me.”
“What…?”
“When you accept me like this… you leave yourself completely defenseless. What if… I lose control?”
“Haah… but… I like it…”

Lema’s lips grazed across Bel’s brow, rough and scratchy enough to make her flinch and turn her head.
“Master…”
He pressed a kiss against her cheek, voice urging softly.
“Then… look at me. Am I serving you to your satisfaction?”

Bel lifted her blurred gaze, eyes unfocused but honest.
“Yes… it feels good…”

Truly, it did. And yet it was overwhelming, almost too much—because she had surrendered everything before Lema, leaving herself utterly open.

Hot breath brushed her cheek and ear. Bel stared blankly, lashes lowered in concentration, casting dark shadows over her eyes.
“Master…”

The low voice slipped into her ear, vibrating through her. The wet sound of his tongue against skin, the damp kisses, made Bel’s body shudder.
Then Lema’s mouth closed on her earlobe, tongue tracing slowly, wetly—until even the inside of her ear was teased. A sigh, deep and ragged, rushed into the canal.
And then his voice, deeper, huskier still.

“Bel…”
“Ahh—!”

The sound alone sent her spiraling into climax again, her walls clamping tight around the shaft still buried inside her.
Lema groaned, resuming his thrusts, but this time slower. Deep, deliberate, each stroke dragging along every fold, every vein. The thick veins along his length scraped deliciously, making Bel convulse.

“Uhnn… nghhh!”
Sparks of pleasure shot through her like lightning.
Lema’s grip tightened on her waist, veins bulging along his arms as he lifted her hips from the bed entirely.
“Ahh! Lema! Lema, ahhh!”

Every thrust marked her, reshaping her insides to fit. Her body burned hot, hardened by training, and his shaft mirrored it—scorching, unyielding, stretching her open without mercy.
“Ahhh…!”

The awareness alone made her body spasm, clamping down tight.
Bel realized she couldn’t keep up—her body was already limp, exhausted. Against Lema’s stamina, she stood no chance.
“Lema… faster…”

Wrapping her legs around the man’s waist, she pulled him closer. Looking down at her pleading face, Lema froze, shaken to his core.

How could this be?
How could the exalted, sacred God herself cling to him like this—a mere s*ave? His mind rejected the sight, but his body couldn’t deny the truth pressed against him.

“Ahh… ahhh…”
Groaning, Lema crushed her in his arms, driving his hips roughly.
“Uhnnn! Nnngh!”

With every thrust, Bel’s cries fed his frenzy. He knew the next time his name was spoken would be the end of him.
“Haa… Master…”
“Lema…”
“Nghhh!”

His name, hoarse and ragged from her lips, broke him.
The shaft buried deep inside twitched violently, spilling hot streams within.
“Ahhh—nghh!”

Heat flooded upward from her belly as her insides were filled. The length throbbed like a living serpent, pouring endlessly.
So much—too much. Each spasm forced more inside until it spilled back out, overflowing.
The release was long, relentless, leaving its mark in the deepest place.

“Haa… ahhh…”
Lema sagged, exhaling a heavy, exhausted sigh.
But it wasn’t over.
Both of them thought it would end there. It always had, before.
“Lema…?”

But no.
At the sound of his name, the shaft inside swelled again, veins bulging as it hardened anew.
As though all his tireless training had been for this very moment.

Even after spilling so much, he showed no sign of softening. Instead, he grew harder, thicker—staking his claim inside Bel.
Bel shook her head, pushing weakly at Lema’s chest, twisting her hips to slip free.
“Nghhh…”

But the next instant, her world flipped. Vision spun, her head reeled, and when her heavy eyelids fluttered open, she realized—
Her position had been completely overturned.