The air in the room had grown thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.
Alex drove into Medea with relentless precision, each thrust deeper than the last, his hips slapping against her ass in a rhythm that bordered on brutal.
Medea’s cries were muffled by the pillow beneath her, her body trembling, her fingers clawing at the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Alex’s gaze never left Ishtar’s eyes.
He watched her watching him—the way her crimson eyes traced every movement, every flex of muscle, every inch of his cock as it disappeared inside Medea’s dripping pussy.
“Master…
I…
I’m…” Medea’s words dissolved into a desperate moan as her body convulsed, her walls clenching around him like a vice.
She came hard, her entire frame shaking, a broken cry escaping her lips as she shattered beneath him.
Alex didn’t stop.
He pushed deeper, harder, chasing his own release.
With a final, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and emptied inside her, his seed flooding her depths in thick, pulsing waves.
He held himself there, grinding against her as he rode out the last tremors of his orgasm.
When he finally pulled out, his cum flowed out of her pussy in a thick, glistening stream, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Medea lay limp, her breathing ragged, completely spent.
Ishtar’s grin widened at the sight.
Her eyes traced the trail of cum leaking from Medea’s entrance, and a shiver of pure delight ran through her.
The panties she had displayed toward Alex showed a clear sign of her arousal—a dark, damp spot had developed at the center, spreading slowly as her body responded to the spectacle before her.
“Wow…” Ishtar breathed, her voice husky with approval.
“I did not expect you to be this great at sex, Master.
A mere human, making two Servants almost pass out from pleasure?
That’s a miracle.”
Alex stood up, his cock still incredibly hard, glistening with a mixture of Medea’s juices and his own cum.
He turned to face Ishtar fully, his eyes burning with raw hunger.
She flipped over in the air, floating toward him with predatory grace.
Her hand wrapped around his neck, her fingers curling possessively against his skin.
She rested her face against his chiseled chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.
At the same time, she positioned herself so that her pussy—still covered by those damp panties—rested directly against his hard, wet cock.
“Well?
How are you feeling Ishtar?” Alex asked, his voice low and rough.
Ishtar looked up at him, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and desire.
“The goddess of sex is now wet for a mortal…
How do you think I feel?
Master?”
A slow grin spread across Alex’s face.
“Maybe I find you worthy…
but why should I find you worthy?”
Ishtar’s smile sharpened.
“Bold…
Very bold.
Arrogant…
but bold.” She traced a finger down his chest, her nail leaving a faint red line.
“Even still…
your arrogance and boldness…
now makes me want to break you even more.”
She grabbed him in a deep, passionate kiss, her lips crashing against his with fierce intensity.
The moment their mouths met, her clothes instantly dematerialized, dissolving into motes of golden light that scattered through the air like falling stars.
She was bare before him, her body a masterpiece of divine perfection, every curve and contour designed to inspire worship.
Alex’s hands slapped hard onto her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as they continued to kiss wildly, their tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and surrender.
Ishtar pulled back just enough to look into his eyes.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees before him, her hands gripping his thighs as she took his cock into her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around the head, and then she took him deep—impossibly deep—her throat relaxing to accommodate his full length.
Alex’s breath caught in his throat.
He had experienced blowjobs before, from Medusa, from Medea, from Amunet.
But this was something else entirely.
Ishtar’s mouth was a work of art, her tongue swirling around his shaft with practiced precision, her suction pulling him deeper with each bob of her head.
She was relentless.
Her hands gripped his ass, pulling him forward, forcing him to fuck her face.
Her eyes looked up at him, glistening with tears of effort and desire, challenging him to break.
Alex gritted his teeth.
He would not give in.
He refused to cum like this.
He grabbed her head, holding her steady, and thrust into her throat with controlled aggression.
She took it all, her moans vibrating around his cock, her body trembling with pleasure.
He pulled her off just before he reached the edge, his breathing ragged.
“Not bad,” he said, his voice strained.
“But not enough.”
Ishtar laughed, a wild, uninhibited sound.
She rose to her feet, her body pressing against his, her wet pussy grinding against his still-hard cock.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he caught her, his hands gripping her ass as he positioned himself at her entrance.
He thrust into her in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt inside her divine warmth.
They both gasped at the sensation—her walls gripping him like a velvet vice, his thickness stretching her in ways she had not anticipated.
Then they began to move.
It started with standing sex, Ishtar’s back against the wall, Alex driving into her with powerful strokes.
But the sensation was too good, too overwhelming.
Instinct took over.
Ishtar’s wings of light flickered to life, and she began to rise into the air, taking Alex with her.
They floated upward, still locked together, their bodies slapping against each other as they fucked in midair.
A pink aura started to surge from Ishtar’s body, radiating from her skin like a halo of divine power.
Her eyes glowed with the same light, her voice shifting, deepening, becoming something ancient and commanding.
“You are more than worthy of this goddess…” Her tone was different now, reverent and fierce.
“But I will not yield!”
Alex grinned, his grip tightening on her ass.
He pushed her hard, slamming her down onto the bed below them.
The impact shook the frame, but Ishtar barely noticed, her legs still wrapped around him as he continued to plow into her without missing a beat.
Medusa and Medea had awakened, moving away from the bed to watch the frenzy.
Their eyes were wide, their bodies still recovering from their own exertions.
Alex drove into Ishtar with increasing speed and power, each thrust more brutal than the last.
Her moans filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and defiant anger.
“I WILL NEVER YIELD!” she cried out.
Her defiance only made him harder.
He increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers with relentless force.
Ishtar’s composure began to crack.
Her cries of pleasure grew louder, more desperate.
Her divine aura flickered, unstable, as her orgasm built.
“No…
No…
I…
I…” Ishtar’s tears fell, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“It’s over…”
The pink aura around her exploded, shattering like glass shards that dissolved into nothing.
She screamed, her back arching, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her with devastating force.
Her eyes rolled backward, her moans reaching a fever pitch before she collapsed onto the bed, limp and trembling.
She lay there, chest heaving, a blissful smile spreading across her face.
“You have no idea what you’ve done…” she whispered.
Alex’s gaze drifted downward, drawn inexorably to the delicate curve of her lower belly.
Just above the smooth, flushed mound of her pussy, where her skin was softest and most sensitive, a glowing mark pulsed with quiet power.
It was a crest….elegant and intricate, mirroring the command seals that burned on his own arms, yet far more intimate.
Shaped like a miniature dragon coiled protectively above her sex, its sinuous body arched with possessive grace.
Two magnificent wings spread outward in a sweeping embrace, their membranous edges tapering into feathered suggestions of flame and shadow, framing the very heart of her womanhood.
The entire emblem shimmered in a faint, luminous crimson, like blood-tinged moonlight on silk—warm, alive, and faintly throbbing in time with her quickened heartbeat.
The sight of it made him lose his mind.
He continued to go harder and deeper inside her, his pace becoming frantic, primal.
Ishtar’s cries renewed, her body responding despite her exhaustion.
His orgasm finally crashed over him.
He buried himself deep and came, his seed flooding her in a torrent of raw, primal release.
The crest on her belly glowed fiercely bright as he did, pulsing with crimson light.
He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his body spent.
He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he had just experienced the greatest sex of his life.
He looked up at the ceiling, a tired smile on his face.
“You are truly a goddess…”
Ishtar nuzzled against him, her body curling into his side.
She whispered against his ear, her voice soft and reverent.
“And you are truly…
my Master.”
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