Titania’s POV
No way… Leon really pushed it all the way in…
Even with the truth right before my eyes, I was in disbelief at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. I tried to deny it, but as soon as he filled me completely, I felt the insides of my groin quivering, my body shuddering as I cummed. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this, but here I was, cumming embarrassingly hard.
Now, Leon could see every inch of my exposed behind. I thought I wouldn’t care about him seeing it all, but now that we were fully engaged, it was intensely humiliating. I couldn’t believe I was showing him my most private and vulnerable part, and now he was deeply embedded in it.
“Nia, your hands,” Leon murmured, his voice soft as he extended his arms toward me.
But I knew this wasn’t about tenderness. I had asked him to mess me up, and this was him fulfilling that request. His hands weren’t reaching out to hold mine—they were meant to take control, to grip my wrists tightly. He was setting me up for the position, taking me from behind while locking my wrists in his grip. I could already imagine how it would be.
Responding to him, I slowly extended my arms back. Leon immediately grabbed my wrists, his grip tightening firmly around them.
“…Are you scared?” he asked, his voice low.
“I’m fine,” I replied. “Do whatever you want with me, Leon.”
I said, my gaze fixed over my shoulder.
“For you to do that… it’s my deepest wish.”
I spoke from the very core of my desires. Leon didn’t reply with words; instead, he moved decisively, aligning his actions with the deepest corners of my cravings.
“~~~~~~~~~~~!!!”
The sensation of his erection grazing against my insides sent waves of forbidden pleasure through me. With my wrists firmly held behind me, my butt was elevated while my back arched downward, creating an intensely deep angle for him to thrust into me. The position made each thrust hit my hips with a force that made the impact feel even more intense and loud, echoing through me with a heightened, relentless rhythm.
The first thrust didn’t come with a moan but a single, soundless scream of raw pleasure. As Leon’s penis pistoned in and out of me, my moans erupted uncontrollably.
“No… haaaaah, aaaaahn~ haaaaah… this is, is… Leonnnnn… hiaaaaaan… Aaa, Leon… Leonnnnnnnnn~!”
I was utterly intoxicated by the relentless assault on my ass, sinking into the depths of forbidden ecstasy. His cum, freshly shot, mingled with the new wetness, trickling down my inner thighs. His penis pounded my backhole, a place it wasn’t supposed to penetrate, filling my ass with a scorching, expanding heat. My spread legs yearned for a deeper connection with Leon. Matching the rhythm of his thrusts, I began to move my hips, pushing my butt against his waist, urging his penis to sink even deeper inside me.
I never thought I’d become such a lewd girl, but this was all Leon’s fault.
From my ass, which was eagerly taking his dick, came a relentless, wet slapping sound. As we kept going, the intensity between us surged, building toward the climax. Lost in the euphoric sensation of his dick buried deep inside me…
“I’m cumming, Nia!”
His voice, drenched in raw pleasure, echoed through me.
“…Aaaaaaaaah… mmm, cum inside me… Leon, haaaaaaaah…!”
I begged, looking back at Leon.
Leon yanked my back toward him by my wrists, which he still held tightly, pulling me closer as he took control from behind. His left hand moved to my chest, fondling my nipple, while his middle and ring fingers slipped inside my vagina.
“Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The overwhelming sensation of both pleasures hitting at once made my body tremble uncontrollably. In that moment, Leon shot a huge load inside me. The intense heat flooded my ass, filling me completely.
“~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!”
Tears streamed down my face as I came, lost in the overwhelming forbidden pleasure.
***
Leon and I made love all night, though I had no clear memory of how long.
“C-Cumming againnnn~” I moaned for what felt like the umpteenth time. I had lost track of how many times I had cummed or how much he had poured inside me. All I knew was that I kept blacking out and then coming to as I cummed. He had filled both my pussy and ass with equal amounts of his ejaculations. Both holes were now a sloppy, cum-filled mess.
My vagina had become thoroughly accustomed to his shape. The tight walls, the folds, and the entrance perfectly stimulated his dick. Even the entrance to my womb seemed to spread open, as if trying to swallow the tip of his cock. My backhole was also stretched to fit his shape. The once-tight ring of muscle, normally used for defecation, had been stretched so much that I feared it might never return to its original state.
It almost felt like my body had been remade just for his personal use.
“Aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaahn, aaaah, fuhaaaaaaaam, hnnn, aaaaah~!”
Obscene, wet sounds echoed through the room, mingling with my moans that grew louder and more frantic with each wave of intensity. Our bodies were slick with sweat and something more primal. It felt like I had truly been claimed as his woman. I was his in every way, completely and utterly. Even though I hadn’t been fully dominated by him yet, I was willing to be, whether dominated or not.
“Aaah, cumming… I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiing~!!!”
The sensation of cumming again overwhelmed me, and his dick inside me throbbed faster. Finally, it released a torrent of hot, sticky cum.
“Hyaaaaaaaaaaaah, aaah, ah, ah, aaaah, I’m… Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, with your hot stuffffff! Aaaaaaaaaah!”
All I could manage were incoherent cries as I felt his semen spreading throughout my womb.
Afterward, I rested my head on his arm, using it as a pillow, feeling completely relaxed and content.
“Hehehe…” I chuckled softly, savoring the moment.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
“Because it really feels like we’re married,” I said, snuggling closer to him and inhaling the heady blend of our sweat and the lingering scent of sex. “It felt like we were making an heir in a royal chamber, preparing for the future of Bethlan. That’s the impression I had while we were doing it.”
“Well, it’s not really that different, is it? Even though we did it in an inn, it still feels the same,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, playfully poking his nose with my finger. “But I guess thinking about stuff like that is something we’ll have to consider for the future.”
I said, smiling tenderly at him, my eyes glistening with determination.
“For the future and beyond, we’ll create a multitude of heirs together and raise them to be strong leaders. I want you to give me as many heirs as I desire, Leon. So when I become Queen, I need you to work hard for it, buster.”
“Are you sure you want me?” he asked, his eyes reflecting a flicker of unease.
It wouldn’t be easy, I knew that. Leon wasn’t of royal blood—by all accounts, he was just a commoner. My father, the King of Bethlan, and everyone else might resist. But I had to fight for this. That’s what my mother would have told me if she were still here.
“I’m sure,” I said with unwavering resolve. “Which is why I want you to be my King, Leon.”
I pictured us as the Queen and King of Bethlan, a perfect match. I was confident that with us in charge, Bethlan’s future would be luminous.
“I’ll be that for you,” he said, his smile mirroring mine.
