The air in the Chamber of Reflection was heavy and humid, smelling of stagnant salt and the sharp ozone of Marcus's despair. Marcus, once a proud Level 5 warrior, was now a pathetic sight. He was stripped to his waist, his skin pale and trembling as the Cursed Shackles kept his nerves in a state of permanent, agonizing arousal. He was forced to stare at the obsidian glass— a window into the hall that he couldn't break.
I entered the chamber, the heels of my boots clicking with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Marcus flinch. Behind me, Sarah followed like a loyal bitch. She wore only the iron collar and a transparent mesh that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples dark and erect from the cold air of the dungeon, and her thighs were still slick with the residue of our earlier session.
"Look at him, Sarah," I whispered, gesturing toward the glass.
Marcus lunged at the barrier, the chains clanking. "Sarah! No! Don't let him do this!" he screamed, his voice breaking.
Sarah didn't even blink. She walked right up to the glass, pressing her flushed, bare breasts against the cold obsidian so Marcus could see the way her skin reacted to my presence. "Marcus is a ghost, Master," she said, her voice a sultry, wet rasp. "He's just a memory of a man who couldn't satisfy me."
I stepped behind her, my hands sliding over the transparent mesh to grip her full hips. I pulled her back against my crotch, letting her feel the hard, heavy length of my cock through my trousers. Sarah let out a soft, needy moan, her head falling back onto my shoulder as she stared at her husband's devastated face.
I didn't wait. I unzipped my trousers and pulled her mesh up, exposing her soaking wet, pink folds to the dim violet light. I gripped her thighs, lifting one leg and bracing it against the stone wall. With a single, brutal thrust, I buried my thick, throbbing dick deep into her tight, slick vagina.
Sarah let out a loud, vulgar cry of "Master!" as her internal muscles clamped down on me in a desperate, rhythmic pulse. The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her—a wet, slapping noise—echoed through the chamber, drowning out Marcus's frantic pleas. I watched through the glass as Marcus collapsed to his knees, his face twisted in horror as he watched my cock disappear into his wife over and over again.
I didn't go slow. I pounded into her with a savage intensity, my balls hitting her backside with a heavy thud every time I bottomed out inside her. Sarah's head thrashed, her nails clawing at the stone as she reached a violent, shaking climax, her juices spilling down her legs and onto the floor.
"Watch, Marcus!" I growled, my voice deep and predatory. "Watch her take every inch!"
I finished deep inside her, my hot seed filling her to the brim until she couldn't take any more. Sarah slumped against me, her body twitching, her spirit finally and irrevocably mine.
[Sarah's Loyalty: 72%]
[Marcus Status: Total Mental Collapse