Guide to tamming vilanesses

Feeling Sore

Sara’s eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy lids resisting the soft morning light that filtered through the wooden shutters of the small room.

For a long moment she simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, her mind still half-drowned in the haze of exhaustion and remembered pleasure.

Every inch of her body ached.

Her thick thighs trembled continually, even while she was lying in bed. Shin had fucked her long ago, and she could still feel the effects of that.

Her cunt felt swollen, thoroughly used, a deep, throbbing soreness radiating outward with every tiny shift of her hips.

Her ass was a fucking inferno. She could still feel him buried deep, that thick stretch that left her wrecked, but it was the burning sting of his hand that owned her now.

Huge, swollen, and viciously red, her cheeks were branded with the perfect map of his palm, reminding her about how thoroughly he’d used her, and she fucking loved every second of it.

Bite marks and handprints covered her skin like brands. Her massive breasts were tender, nipples raw from his teeth and the rough floor of the arena. Even her throat felt scratched from the merciless face-fucking.

Yet the second the full memory crashed back into her, Shin splitting her open like a battering ram, flooding her womb over and over, painting her face and tits and back in thick ropes of cum, Sara’s lips curved into a slow, blissful smile.

"My god..." she murmured with a voice that sounded like a moan. "He really broke me..."

Sara had been in countless battles, but she had never felt this exhausted, or broken like that. And she definitely had never been reduced so thoroughly to a trembling, cum-soaked mess.

She was still so satisfied that the thought of more sex anytime soon felt distant, almost impossible. Her body simply needed time to recover.

She tried to move, but her powerful legs fucking buckled, trembling like she’d just run a marathon.

When she finally sat up, a sharp hiss tore from her lips, the shift sending a fresh wave of pain-pleasure straight to her core.

And she noticed that the situation between her thighs was a goddamn disaster. His cum was still leaking out of her, thick and warm, painting her skin in sticky, pearly streaks that ran all the way down to the sheets.

Between her heavy, sweat-slicked tits, more of it had pooled and crusted, a filthy necklace of his ownership. And inside her... fuck! He had pumped her so full of cum, she could still feel his seed inside of her.

Then, a polite knock sounded at the door, taking her out of her horny thoughts.

Sara looked up as a young Amazon entered. Marcelly. Farm-girl build, sturdy and soft in the places Sara was hard, long brown hair tied back, simple tunic. The girl’s cheeks colored the moment their eyes met.

"Lady Sara," Marcelly said quietly, bowing her head. "Octavia sent me. You’re welcome to come to the church when you’re ready. We always take care of the girls who have been fucked."

Sara’s golden eyes studied the younger woman, and she noticed that Marcelly seemed to still be having a bit of a problem standing up.

"Did you injure your legs somehow?" The Amazon queen asked with a hint of worry.

Marcelly’s blush deepened, but she didn’t look away. "No, it’s just that I was a lucky girl two days ago, and even now I still feel him."

"I see..." Sara smiled. "And what should I do at the church?"

"Well... The girls who are taken by Lord Shin... we stay at the church for a few days afterward. We pray. We thank his cock for the way it leaves us sore and open. And we spend some time resting; Saint Octavia can also heal you, if you are too tired."

Sara let out a soft, breathy laugh that turned into a wince as her abused cunt pulsed. "He is... great."

"Yes," Marcelly whispered, a small, dreamy smile touching her lips. "He is."

Sara swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet on the cool floor. Her powerful thighs shook once before she locked them. She stood slowly, naked, marked, still glistening in places with the evidence of the night before.

She needed to do everything at a slower pace, but she took a bath, dressed in the first clothes she found and returned to where Marcelly was waiting for her.

"I will go," she said. "But first I need to see him."

Marcelly nodded in understanding. "He’s at his house."

The short walk to Shin’s house felt longer than it was, but the challenge and the pain only made her happy, because it reminded her of last night.

Arriving at Shin’s house, all she needed was to apologize to him. She wanted to get on her knees and let him spank her in punishment, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to walk if he did it.

Instead, Sara only dropped to her knees, pressed her forehead to the floor in front of him, hair spilling around her face.

"My god," she said, voice rough from use and emotion. "Last night I... lost myself. I challenged you. I fought you like an equal when I should have already been on my knees. Forgive me."

She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, golden eyes shining with absolute submission.

"From this moment on I am your obedient slut. Your breeding bitch. Your Amazon whore. Whatever you want, whenever you want it. My body is yours to use, break, and fill. I will never raise a hand against you again, only open for you."

Shin nodded with an ironic smile, and let her off the hook. He wasn’t mad at her, after all he had also lost control, and it was the trial’s fault.

Anyway, satisfied that she had apologized properly, Sara finally went to the church, where she stayed praying all day.

Octavia could have healed her, but she preferred not to, wanting to feel last night for as long as possible.

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