My world to Free-use

**Chapter 246**

I rose to my feet behind her. Elara remained bent over the desk in that same controlled standing doggy position, back arched, legs spread, skirt still held out of the way. The evidence of what I had just done to her was clear: her pussy glistened, a thin trail of her juices running down the inner side of one thigh, and the tight ring of her asshole was slightly flushed and softened from my tongue and fingers.

I stepped in close, letting the head of my cock drag slowly up and down through her soaked folds. She was more than ready. The heat of her radiated against me.

“Do not make me wait,” she said, voice low and steady despite the residual roughness from her orgasm.

I aligned myself and pushed forward.

The head of my cock stretched her open and sank into the dense, scorching heat of her pussy in one continuous motion. Her walls gripped me immediately, tight, silken, and demanding. I did not stop until my hips were pressed firmly against the firm curves of her tight ass and every inch of me was buried inside her.

“Nnh—!”

Elara’s breath hitched sharply. Her fingers flexed against the polished wood of the desk, knuckles whitening for a moment before she forced them to relax. I held myself fully inside her, feeling the subtle flutter of her inner muscles adjusting around the thick intrusion.

I drew back slowly, almost to the tip, feeling every ridge and fold of her drag along my shaft, then thrust back in to the hilt with a solid, wet impact.

“Ahh…”

The sound was restrained, but deeper than before. I set a steady rhythm, long, powerful strokes that filled her completely on every thrust. The wet sound of my cock driving into her filled the quiet office. Each time my hips met her ass, the firm flesh shifted under the force. I kept one hand on her hip, fingers digging into the soft give of her skin, while the other slid up beneath her dress to cup the heavy weight of her breast again. My thumb circled the stiffened nipple, then pinched it lightly in time with my thrusts.

“Harder,” Elara ordered, though her voice had lost a fraction of its usual sharp edge.

I obeyed.

My grip on her hip tightened. I began fucking her with deeper, heavier strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The desk creaked faintly under the force. Elara’s back remained arched and controlled, but a fine tremor had started in her thighs. Soft, broken moans slipped out of her with every few thrusts.

“Hah… ahh… yes… like that…”

I leaned over her, chest pressing against her back, and reached further under her dress with both hands. One continued to knead her full breast; the other slid down between her legs to rub tight circles over her swollen clit while I kept pounding into her. The dual stimulation made her pussy clench hard around me in sudden, rhythmic pulses.

“Nnh… Jack…!!”

Her use of my name, even once, was rare. You see, it was fun dominating a woman stronger than you. Women weaker than you were a given, but women who were stronger than you in every way, underneath you, moaning helplessly as you pounded into them.

That was a different type of thrill.

I ground my cock deep inside her at the end of the next thrust and held there, rolling my hips so the head rubbed firmly against the softest part of her. Elara’s breath left her in a shaky exhale. I could feel her getting closer again already.

While I fucked her, the thought of her being a married woman flashed by me, and with that, something else did as well.

Cuckold title…

The ability had always been straightforward. Sex with a taken woman allowed me to siphon power, or in other words, the stats, from the man who held claim over her. Carlson had been that man. Alas, he was dead before I could take anything from him. Not to mention, the meter for that requirement was too low.

That meant I would need a new target.

Someone still alive. Someone whose claim on a woman I could break and take for myself. The thought settled cold and clear even as I drove into Elara’s tight heat with renewed force.

I had a few targets in mind, but for now it remained an unfinished calculation.

Elara’s voice cut through the haze again.

“Faster… Do not… unggh… hold back…”

I straightened, gripped both of her hips hard, and gave her exactly what she demanded. My cock pistoned in and out of her in a relentless rhythm, each thrust deep enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the office. Elara’s controlled posture finally began to crack. Her arms trembled. Soft, open-mouthed moans spilled from her more freely now.

“Ahh… hah… nnh… deeper…! yes…hnn!!”

I reached forward, tangled my fingers in her black-and-silver hair, and pulled her head back just enough to arch her further. The new angle let me drive even deeper. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me in desperate pulses. I could feel the approaching orgasm in the way her walls tightened and the way her breath kept catching.

The thrill of grabbing her hair was something else. I hadn’t been able to do this before, but Elara was far too gone to care at the moment. Or perhaps she did register it, but didn’t care.

That would be amazing on its own. Still, pushing too far at once was not too wise.

I released her hair, reached around with both hands, and attacked her clit with firm, rapid circles while I fucked her without mercy. Elara’s entire body tensed. A sharp, broken cry left her throat as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down in powerful, rhythmic waves, milking my cock hard enough that I had to grit my teeth to keep from following her immediately. I forced myself to keep thrusting through it, grinding deep, prolonging every pulse until her arms nearly gave out and she was left panting against the desk.

I did not stop.

While she was still trembling through the aftershocks, I pulled out of her soaked pussy, dragged the slick head of my cock upward, and pressed it against the tighter ring of her asshole, the same hole I had already opened with my tongue and fingers.

Elara’s breath caught.

As much as I wanted to just push in, it was better to wait for her permission given the circumstances of who she was.

“Haa… Haa… Do… Haaa… It…,” she said, heaving deep but still of sound mind. That permission was all I needed.

I pushed forward slowly. The head of my cock stretched her open. Her asshole resisted for a moment, then yielded under steady pressure, swallowing the tip. The heat was intense, narrower, denser, almost scorching. I worked myself deeper in short, controlled thrusts, feeling every inch of the tight ring sliding down my shaft until I was fully buried in her ass.

“Ahhh… nnhh…!”

Elara’s voice broke on the sound. Her fingers clawed lightly at the desk. I held still, giving her a moment to adjust to the thicker intrusion, then began to move.

The pace was slower at first, deep, grinding strokes that let her feel every inch. Her ass gripped me with almost painful tightness. Each time I bottomed out, the firm cheeks of her ass pressed against my hips. I reached under her again, one hand returning to her clit, the other cupping and squeezing her breast, and gradually increased the force of my thrusts.

“Hah… ahh… so full… yes…”

Her moans had grown openly needy now, though still threaded with that underlying command. I fucked her ass with steady, powerful strokes, watching the way the tight ring stretched around my cock on every withdrawal and then swallowed me again. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the room. Elara pushed back to meet me, matching my rhythm, her control fraying further with every deep thrust.

I could feel my own climax building fast. The combination of her tight heat, the lingering taste of her on my tongue, and the knowledge of what I was doing to the high lady of the house pushed me toward the edge.

“My lady, I’m going to release my essence inside your asshole,” I said under heavy breaths, my voice rough.

“Hnnngg… Haaannn… Ahheunng!!!”

I took that as a yes.

I drove into her hard one last time and came with a low groan. Thick pulses of cum flooded her ass in heavy spurts. Elara’s body shuddered through a smaller, secondary orgasm at the feeling of being filled, her hole clenching and milking me for every drop. I stayed buried to the root until the last aftershock faded, breathing hard against her back.

Only then did I slowly pull out.

A thick trickle of white immediately followed, running down from her stretched hole and along the inside of her thigh to join the earlier mess from her pussy. Elara remained bent over the desk for several long seconds, breathing deeply, before she straightened with deliberate care. She smoothed her skirt back into place as though she had simply finished reviewing a document, though the flush on her cheeks and the slight unsteadiness in her legs betrayed her.

She turned to face me. Her expression had largely returned to its usual sharp composure, but her eyes still held residual heat, and her lips remained slightly swollen from the earlier blowjob.

“You will return when I summon you,” she said, voice almost fully controlled again. “We have more to discuss once the first arrangements with Elizabeth are finalized.”

I nodded, still catching my breath, cock slowly going down, the sensations still fresh in my mind.

“Yes, my lady.”

Elara walked back around the desk and sat, already reaching for a document as if the last stretch of time had been nothing more than another item on her schedule. I adjusted my clothes, gave her one last bow, and this time she allowed me to leave.

The door closed behind me.

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