Leo didn't stop. He felt her inner walls spasming, clamping down on his fingers. She was right on the edge.

He curled his fingers faster, while his tongue flattened against her swollen clit.

"I can't... I can't hold it!" Belladonna screamed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched wail. Her hips bucked off the table, grinding her crotch into his face.

"Give it to me," Leo grinned.

As if she was waiting for him to say it. Her body went rigid. A massive, uncontrollable orgasm ripped through her. She squirted violently.

A heavy stream of clear, hot fluid sprayed out of her, soaking Leo's face, his neck, and drenching the front of his shirt.

But he didn't pull away. He kept his tongue there, drinking her in, licking up the juices as her body twitched until she collapsed on the table her legs trembling.

Leo finally pulled back. His face was slick with her juices.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at her. She was panting, her face pressed against the table, defeated but still glaring at him sideways with hazy, wrecked eyes.

He unbuckled his pants. His dick sprang out. It was heavy, fully hard, and twitching in the cool air.

He grabbed Belladonna by her messy hair. He hauled her up from the table. She stumbled, her legs jelly beneath her. He didn't let her fall. He shoved her down, forcing her knees to crack against the cold, dirty stone floor.

"Don't be greedy," Leo commanded, his voice rough. "Make me feel good."

Belladonna stared at his cock. It was right in front of her face, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. The heavy scent of musk, sweat, and raw arousal filled her nose. It was intoxicating and terrifying.

She looked at the size of it—thick, veiny, and angry red.

"Is it supposed to be this big?" she thought, her throat tightening.

"You can take it," Leo smirked, looking down at her wide eyes. "It's just above average where I come from. Now open up, slut."

He didn't wait. He slapped his semi-hard length against her cheek.

She flinched. The shock in her eyes flashed into anger.

Leo didn't care. He slapped the other cheek. Thwack. It left a red mark on her pale skin.

He grabbed the base of his shaft. He rubbed the broad, purple mushroom head against her lips, painting them with a drop of clear, salty pre-cum.

"Open," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "Or I will break your jaw and fuck your throat anyway."

Belladonna's heart raced. A strange, twisted sensation bloomed in her chest. She wanted to fight, but her body wanted to submit. Instinctively, her lips parted open.

Leo didn't wait. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of her head to hold her steady. He shoved his hips forward.

He drove his penis deep inside her mouth and hit the back of her throat instantly.

She choked. Her eyes watered immediately. Her hands clawed at his thighs, trying to push him back, but he was immovable.

Leo held her there. He didn't let her breathe. He let her feel the full width of him stretching her jaw to its limit.

"Use your tongue," he ordered. He looked down at her struggling face. Her cheeks were hollowed out, sucked tight against his skin, "Suck it!"

Bella choked. She tried to take him, but he was too big. Her throat clamped around him. It was tight. But her tongue swirled around his shaft, trying to keep him from gagging her.

"That's it," Leo groaned.

The suction was intense. The heat of her mouth felt incredible.

"Take it, you bitch," he growled, "Feel your master inside you."

He grabbed her hair tighter. He began to fuck her face for real.

He pulled back until only the purple head rested on her lips. Then he snapped his hips forward. He slammed back in, burying himself all the way to the root.

The noise filled the room. Wet, sloppy suction. Thick saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. It ran down his shaft and dripped onto his balls.

Leo didn't slow down. He pistoned into her mouth. In and out. Fast and hard.

He twisted his hips every time he hit the back. He ground the head of his cock against her throat. Her whole body convulsed.

"Yes! Take it deeper" he commanded.

He reached into her mouth with his fingers. He pressed down on her tongue, forcing her jaw open wider, and slammed his hips forward.

Belladonna's eyes bulged. She couldn't breathe. His cock was plugging her windpipe.

He rammed it in a little more and held her there. Her nose was buried in his skin. Her tongue flicked out, desperate for space. It met his heavy, sweaty sack.

She licked the underside of his balls, it tasted salty.

"Fuck, yes," Leo groaned, his head falling back, "Just like that."

The sensation was mind-numbing. Her throat was squeezing the head of his cock like a tight, hot fist, while her tongue worked the sensitive skin of his balls. It was too good.

He grabbed the sides of her head. He began to establish a brutal rhythm.

"You take it so deep," Leo praised her, his voice thick with pleasure, "Look at you. Choking on it like a good little slut you are."

Belladonna's eyes were watering, tears streaming down her cheeks, but her hands came up to grip his thighs. She was holding on. She was taking him.

Leo felt the pressure building in his balls. The friction was incredible. He was close.

"I am gonna cum," he panted, speeding up.

He increased his pace. With her hair grabbed, he tried to push his cock deeper and deeper. Her throat clamped down harder, milking him. She wanted it. She needed the release.

Leo gritted his teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Then, he yanked his hips back.

Pop!

He pulled out completely.

Belladonna gasped, air rushing into her starving lungs. She fell forward slightly, catching herself on her hands.

She looked up at him. Her mouth was wet, red, and hanging open. A string of saliva dripped from her lip to the floor. Her eyes were hazy, focused entirely on his throbbing, glistening cock.

She looked wrecked. But more than that, she looked somewhat disappointed.

Leo smirked.

"Not yet," he whispered, "You haven't earned it."

He grabbed her arms and hauled her up to her feet. He spun her around and threw her onto her back on the table.

She landed hard, gasping for air. She tried to close her legs, to protect herself, but Leo forced his knee between them, prying her thighs apart.

He climbed on top of her. He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, holding them effortlessly against the wood.

He positioned himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet, swollen lips.

"Look at me," Leo growled.

She stared up at him. Her face was flushed, her lips red and swollen from his fucking. Her hair was a mess.

"I hate you," she whispered.

Leo smirked, "Good. Hate me. It makes you tighter."

He drove into her.

It was one fluid, brutal motion. He buried himself to the hilt in a single thrust.

"AHHH!" Belladonna screamed, her back arching off the table. Her nails dug into his hand, "PULL IT OUT! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!"

Leo stopped. He didn't pull out. He held her hips in a crushing grip, keeping himself buried deep inside her. He waited. He let her tight walls stretch around his massive girth. He let her feel the full weight of him filling her up, adjusting to his invasion.

"Take it," he growled.

He began to move. Slowly at first. He pulled back inch by inch, dragging his ridges along her sensitive inner walls, then slid back in with a heavy, deliberate pressure.

The wet sound echoed in the room. He ground his pubic bone against hers, savouring the way her insides clamped down on him.

In no time, he increased his pace, he began pounding her pussy as if he would never get to taste it ever again.

The heavy table groaned and slid inches across the stone floor with every thrust.

He was relentless. He leaned down and bit her neck, hard enough to leave marks that would last for days. He bit her breasts through the thin fabric of her bodice, marking her as his property.

'Aiva! Activate that Dual Cultivation Arts'

[System Alert]

[Skill: Dual Cultivation Arts (Yang) Active.]

[Target Level: 49. Energy Absorption Rate: Maximum.]

Leo felt a massive rush of power. It wasn't just physical sensation. Every time he slammed into her, he pulled energy from her and fed it into his own.

"You feel that?" Leo panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her face, "You are taking every inch. You are taking the man who will dominate you for the rest of your life."

"I don't," Belladonna said gritting her teeth, but her body was betraying her. Despite the roughness, despite the humiliation, her pussy was clamping down on him, milking him. Her hips were rising to meet his thrusts.

"You... you animal!" she screamed, her fingernails scratching his skin, "I will kill you for this! I will kill you!"

"Kill the master who owns you?" Leo smirked.

He thrust harder. He hammered her cervix with a punishing, rhythmic brutality. The sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed in the dungeon.

"No one owns me!" she shrieked. "I am a Queen!"

Smack!

He slapped her face. It snapped her head to the side, messy black hair covering her eyes.

"Who owns you?" Leo roared, leaning down to bark the question in her ear.

She stared up at him. Her eyes were wild, filled with tears of rage and humiliation. But her body was a traitor.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Her inner walls rippled, squeezing him, milking him. Her hips bucked off the table, rising to meet his thrusts, begging for more even as her mind fought it.

She grit her teeth, biting her lip until blood ran down her chin.

"Go... to... hell!" she sobbed, refusing to say the words, "I hate you!"

"Your mouth lies," Leo grinned, sweat dripping from his nose onto her heaving chest, "But your pussy tells the truth. It's eating me alive."

"Get off!" she yelled, but her hands didn't push him away. Instead, they clawed at his back, dragging him closer. Her legs locked around his waist like a steel trap, forcing him deeper inside her.

Leo felt the climax building. The energy transfer from the Dual Cultivation skill was peaking. His balls tightened, heavy and aching, ready to explode.

Belladonna felt it too. She was on the edge. Her head thrashed from side to side. She needed the release. She needed him to finish her.

She opened her mouth to beg, but she stopped herself. Instead, she just dug her heels into his kidneys and arched her back, her body screaming what her voice wouldn't, 'Fill me.'

"You want it?" Leo taunted, "You want my seed?"

"Never!" she choked out, her body trembling violently.

"Good," Leo grinned evilly, "Then you don't get it inside."

At the very last second, just as he was about to erupt, he unlocked her legs and yanked himself out, leaving her on the edge of her orgasm.

"No!" The word ripped out of her throat.

Her hips bucked up at the empty air, chasing the warmth, trying to capture him back, but he was gone.

Leo didn't give her a second to process the emptiness. He grabbed her jaw with his free hand. His fingers dug into her cheeks, forcing her face up.

"Open,"

She glared at him, her eyes hateful, her chest heaving. She clamped her lips shut tight. She shook her head, defying him even now.

"Stubborn bitch," Leo growled.

He moved his hand and pinched her nose shut tight.

She held her breath for a second, her eyes bulging, but the need for air won. She gasped. Her mouth popped open.

Leo slammed his hips forward. He positioned himself directly over her face.

He released his thick, hot semen shot into her mouth.

"Mmph!" Belladonna tried to turn her head, but his grip on her hair was iron.

He coated her tongue, her teeth, the back of her throat. It kept coming, wave after wave, white and heavy. He painted her face with his mark.

She tried to cough, to spit it out, to reject him. But Leo clamped his hand over her mouth and nose, sealing it shut.

"Swallow," Leo ordered, his voice dark and commanding, "Every drop. That's pure energy. Don't you dare waste it."

Belladonna's eyes went wide with panic and rage. She tried to hold it in her cheeks. She glared at him, daring him to keep his hand there.

But the reflex took over.

Gulp.

Gulp.

She swallowed it all. She drank him down against her will.

Leo stood beside her with his cock continuing to fill her mouth.

Belladonna lay on the table. Her legs were still spread wide, trembling. Her dress was bunched at her waist. Her mouth was wet and red. Her chest was heaving.

She looked destroyed. Furious. Humiliated. But thoroughly, completely used.

When Leo finally pulled away, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing a stray drop of white fluid across her cheek. She glared at him.

"I will... cut that thing off," she whispered, her voice raspy.

[EXP Gained: +20,000]

He grinned, ignoring her threat. He reached down and wiped the cum from her cheek with his thumb, then wiped it on her dress.

"I just stretched you, Bandit Queen," he whispered in her ear.

He pointed to the dirty stone floor.

"Now... get on your hands and knees. It's time for Round Two."

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