Mitsuri was still happily skipping around in nothing but an apron, humming and asking everyone if they were hungry, her massive tits and fat ass jiggling with every step.
Keyaru stood in front of the summoning circle again, the energy now wild and unstable from having so many powerful women feeding it.
"Next. I want someone dangerous. Elegant. But secretly a complete killing machine."
The circle exploded with sharp crimson rose petals and the faint smell of blood. A tall, beautiful woman materialized wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugged every lethal curve.
**Yor Forger** stood there, confused, one hand already twitching toward her hidden weapons. Long black hair, crimson eyes, and an hourglass body that looked far too perfect to be real. Her dress barely contained her huge breasts and wide hips.
Before she could speak, Keyaru stepped forward and pressed his hand to her forehead.
"**Heal**."
Yor's crimson eyes went blank, then refocused with terrifying intensity. All her loyalty, all her killer instincts, instantly rewrote themselves to serve only one person: Keyaru. Her body flushed with sudden, overwhelming lust.
"M-Master…" she whispered, voice trembling with need.
Keyaru wasted no time. He grabbed Yor by the throat and slammed her against the wall, lifting her easily. Her long legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he ripped her dress open, exposing her pale, perfect tits and dripping pussy.
He shoved his thick cock inside her in one savage thrust.
"Ahh~!" Yor moaned, eyes rolling back as her powerful assassin body betrayed her instantly.
He fucked her hard against the wall, each thrust violent and deep. Yor's moans were surprisingly cute and needy for someone so deadly. Her long black hair bounced wildly as her massive breasts jiggled with every brutal slam.
But Keyaru wanted more than just rough sex.
He carried her to the center of the room, dropped her onto all fours, and mounted her from behind like an animal. He grabbed a fistful of her long black hair, yanking her head back harshly as he pounded her soaked cunt mercilessly. The wet *plap-plap-plap* sounds mixed with Yor's broken, slutty moans.
"Master—! Harder…! Use your assassin maid… break me—!"
Her powerful body trembled as she came hard, squirting around his cock while her walls clenched like a vice. Keyaru didn't stop. He kept railing her through her orgasm until he was ready.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and straddled her chest.
Yor instinctively opened her mouth, tongue out, crimson eyes hazy with devotion.
Keyaru stroked his cock furiously and exploded across her beautiful face. Thick, white ropes painted her cheeks, nose, forehead, and crimson lips. Some even landed on her long black hair.
Yor lay there panting, face completely covered in cum, looking up at him with pure worship.