SMASH or PASS

Chapter 65: Chapter Sixty-Five: An Offer II

...Should I accept that?

I mean, I rejected Karen’s offer back then...

’But I want to fuck her so badly...’

What the hell is happening to my mind?

’Ever since I woke up that day, I’ve been acting strangely...’

...

The hesitation lasted about as long as it took for Vesper to seal the deal. Not with logic, but with lewd, undeniable spectacle.

She didn’t just stand there. She rolled her hips in a slow, exaggerated circle, her hands sliding down to cup her own ass, squeezing. She stuck out her tongue, not just a little, but letting it loll out of her mouth in a long, pink, obscene display, crossing her heterochromatic eyes mockingly. She even gave a little, sarcastic hump against the air. It was a performance, a pantomime of the slut she claimed she’d never be for me, designed to taunt and tempt in equal measure.

It worked. The image of that tongue, those eyes, that promise of a final "bonus," burned away any last shred of reasonable objection. The bloodlust, the hunger, the sheer, stupid desire roared back to life.

"Deal," I said, the word sounding raw.

Vesper’s laugh was one of pure, victorious delight. She clapped her hands once, a sharp sound that echoed. "Aria!"

Almost instantly, the maid from the door appeared from behind a stack of crates. She was still wearing the same "outfit" The strategically useless leather straps. She was smiling, that same vacant, pleasant smile, but there was a new spark in her eyes now. A knowing glint.

"You called, Mistress?" Aria chirped.

Vesper gestured toward me with a flick of her wrist. "Our new... livestock manager. He requires orientation. Fuck the shit out of him. I want to see if he’s worth the coin."

Aria’s smile widened. She turned her gaze on me, and the vacant look melted into something hot and hungry. She sauntered forward, her hips swinging, the thin strap between her ass cheeks digging deeper with each step. "Of course, Mistress," she purred, her eyes raking over me from head to toe. "It would be my pleasure~"

She didn’t wait for me to make a move. She closed the distance, her hands going to my belt with practiced ease. "Don’t worry," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck as she worked the buckle. "I’ll be gentle... at first." She popped the button, tugged down my zipper, and her cool hand slipped inside, wrapping around my already hardening cock.

She dropped to her knees right there on the cold stone floor, not caring about the dirt or the audience. She looked up at me, then over at Vesper, who had retaken her throne and was watching with the detached interest of someone reviewing livestock. "He’s already so eager, Mistress," Aria giggled, before taking me into her mouth.

Aria’s enthusiastic suction turned into a shocked, muffled "Mmmph!?" as she realized just how much she had to work with. My dick wasn’t just big; it was massive, stretching her lips wide and quickly filling her mouth. But she was a professional. After a second of wide-eyed surprise, she leaned into it, her head bobbing with renewed, sloppy zeal.

And her tongue... fuck. It was like it had a mind of its own. It didn’t just lick or swirl. It corkscrewed around the shaft as she pulled back. It fluttered rapidly against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. It pressed flat and broad against the vein on the underside as she deep-throated, massaging it. The sensations were new, intense, and overwhelmingly lewd. Wet, expert, and completely focused on wringing out every drop of pleasure.

Schlorp. Flllrt. Gulp.

She was good. Incredibly good. But even her skilled throat had its limits. As she tried to take me deeper, she gagged, pulling back with a wet cough, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip.

"Tsk. Pathetic."

Vesper’s voice was a cold whip-crack. She had left her throne and moved soundlessly. Before Aria could take another breath, Vesper’s hand fisted in the maid’s blonde hair, yanking her head back viciously.

"You think I pay you to *almost* do your job, you greedy little whore?" Vesper snarled, her heterochromatic eyes blazing. "You think I forgot what you tried with Dorian when he last visited? Smearing your cheap cunt all over my fiancé?"

Aria’s eyes went wide with terror. "M-Mistress, I didn’t—!"

"Shut up." Vesper’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Take. It. All."

And she forced Aria’s head back down. Not gently. Not guiding. She shoved. She mashed the maid’s face into my pelvis, burying my entire length down Aria’s throat in one brutal, unforgiving motion.

Aria’s body convulsed. A raw, choked gagging sound was torn from her, her nose buried in my pubes. Vesper held her there, merciless, her grip iron-tight on Aria’s hair. "You don’t get air until he’s finished," Vesper hissed. "You swallow every drop, you understand? This is your punishment. And his payment."

The combination was too much. The tight, constricting heat of Aria’s throat, forced into a deep-throat against her will, the violent dominance of the scene, the raw humiliation on the maid’s tear-streaked face... it ignited something primal. The pressure in my balls tightened to a snapping point.

I couldn’t hold back. A ragged groan tore from my lips as I erupted. It was a volcanic expulsion, jet after hot, thick jet of cum pumping directly into Aria’s clamped esophagus. I felt her throat working, trying desperately to swallow, but Vesper held her so deep she could only gulp convulsively around the torrent.

Vesper finally released her grip. Aria fell back onto the stone floor, gasping and coughing, thick ropes of my cum spurting from her nostrils and dribbling from her ruined lips. She curled into a fetal position, weeping and choking, utterly broken.

Vesper straightened up, wiping her hand on her trousers as if touching Aria had soiled her. She looked down at the sobbing maid, then at me, her expression one of cool satisfaction.

’Damn...’

Vesper looked down at the sobbing, cum-stained heap that was Aria and let out a short, cruel laugh. "Useless," she muttered. She then knelt, delivering a sharp SMACK! to the maid’s bare, trembling ass, before gripping a handful of cheek and squeezing hard. "Stop your sniveling. The job isn’t finished."

She shoved Aria flat onto her back on the cold stone. The maid whimpered, her legs falling open in a gesture of exhausted surrender. Vesper didn’t hesitate. She positioned herself between Aria’s thighs, spat onto her own fingers, and pushed two of them into the maid’s slick, used pussy. She began scissoring them, stretching the tender opening with clinical roughness.

"Come," Vesper commanded without looking back at me. "Fuck this slut. Earn your first coin."

I was still catching my breath, my dick softening and slick with spit and cum. "I... just came," I managed, stating the obvious. "It’ll be a minute."

Vesper’s head snapped around. The cool satisfaction on her face evaporated, replaced by icy irritation. "A minute?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disdain. "You have the stamina of a sickly kitten. What good is a stud that needs nap time between fucks?"

She withdrew her fingers from Aria with a wet sound and stood, marching over to me. "Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. I should dock your pay for performance issues." Her mismatched eyes raked over my softening cock with utter contempt.

Then her hand shot out. Not to hit me. To grab me. Her fingers, surprisingly strong, wrapped around my shaft and began to jerk me off.

"What, did you think this was a luxury service?" she sneered, her hand working up and down. "You’re a beast of burden. You get hard when I say. You fuck when I say. You don’t get minutes." Her insults were a steady stream, each one designed to provoke. "Look at it. Limp. Useless. Like a overcooked noodle. Is this what the commoner girls swoon over? This sad, floppy thing?"

But her hand, for all its roughness, was effective. The friction, the sheer audacity of the situation, the half-demon heiress jerking me off while insulting me over her sobbing maid... was an insane aphrodisiac. Against all biological reason, I felt blood rushing back, thickening, lengthening in her grip.

"Oh, look," she mocked, feeling the change. "It responds to discipline. Like a trained dog. Good boy." She sped up her strokes, her grip tightening. "Now, are you going to do your job, you overpriced dildo, or do I need to find a beastkin with a proper work ethic? One that doesn’t need its little cock coaxed."

She glanced over at Aria, who was watching through tear-blurred eyes. "See, Aria? This is what happens when you hire outside your class. You get defective merchandise. But we’ll make do. We’ll force it to work."

Within moments, under her relentless, degrading ministrations, I was fully hard again, thicker and harder than before, a testament to either supernatural recovery or pure, twisted stimulus. Vesper gave me one final, contemptuous squeeze before releasing me.

"There. No more excuses. Now," she said, gesturing to the waiting, spread-eagled maid, her voice laced with lewd sarcasm. "Fuck. The slut."

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