Elsa’s eyes widened, tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks. Yet the forceful, domineering nature of John’s actions ignited an even stronger response in her body than when she had controlled him earlier.
It felt entirely different now-unpredictable, thrilling.
She realized that, yes, when she had controlled John, it was like she had been making love to herself. This new sensation was nothing like that.
Elsa was filled with desire, her body responding intensely, though she couldn’t move. She closed her eyes slightly, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
But then, she snapped back to reality.
She was under John’s control, and she needed to find a way to escape his grip.
“Ah… it hurts,” she whimpered as John lifted her hips and adjusted her position, thrusting deeper into her.
The sensation was overwhelming, almost breaking down her defenses.
She tried to suppress her desire, frantically searching for a solution.
But then John’s rhythm shifted-sometimes slow, sometimes intense. Deep thrusts alternated with gentle ones, completely dismantling her control.
“Godslayer, please… have mercy on me. I was wrong… I don’t want this anymore,” Elsa pleaded, tears rolling down her face. Despite her words, her body responded involuntarily.
Gradually, John eased his control over her.
But by then, Elsa was too lost in the moment, her body moving on its own, filled with desire. She cried out in pleasure, unaware of anything else.
The sensations took over her completely, her inner defenses crumbling as she began to passionately respond to John’s movements.
“Ah!” she bit her lip softly, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. Her three pairs of wings wrapped tightly around John as her body trembled, eyes glazed with desire, staring at him in a daze.
Her mouth parted as she let out a soft cry of ecstasy, and moments later, her body collapsed onto the bed, wings drooping weakly, completely drained.
“Already worn out?” John smirked, pulling out as a mix of fluids and blood trickled down from her.
“Ah!” Elsa whimpered, feeling a deep emptiness inside her, her hands reaching out aimlessly as if trying to grab hold of something.
But John wasn’t done. He flipped her over, positioning her on her knees, her hips raised high as he plunged back into her.
“Ah… no, Godslayer, this is too much… please, stop,” Elsa moaned, her voice a mix of pain and desperation.
Her hands pressed weakly against John’s thighs, trying to push him away, but she had no strength left.
Suddenly, she felt John grab hold of her wings, pinning her down, leaving her completely immobilized.
With each thrust, deeper and more intense, she felt as if her body was being torn apart, helpless under his relentless control.
“Godslayer, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please, let me go…” she cried, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy in pain.
The room echoed with the sounds of their bodies colliding, her once firm buttocks trembling and distorting under the repeated, forceful impacts.
Elsa clung desperately to the bedsheets, her body trembling uncontrollably as tears flowed freely, soaking the pillow beneath her.
The overwhelming sensation coursed through her body, striking at her very soul, making every inch of her skin feel an unbearable mix of pleasure and pain, as if it would break her.
She was utterly lost in the moment, not even aware that she was no longer under John’s control. The intense pleasure left her unable to fully sense her own body, and she begged weakly.
“Godslayer, please… don’t do this to me. I can’t take it, I feel like I’m going to die… Please, I’m willing to sign the soul contract with you, just stop… please…” she mumbled incoherently, not hesitating to offer the soul contract, her words muddled by the confusion and intensity of the moment.
But John paid her no attention. His grip tightened, one hand on her wings and the other on her stomach, allowing him to push deeper and deeper. His movements grew more fierce, as relentless as a storm.
The slapping of skin and Elsa’s hoarse pleas filled the room, echoing off the walls.
More than half an hour passed before John’s climax erupted, a burning force surging through his body, overwhelming him.
“Ah… please, I’ll sign the soul contract with you… This feeling, it’s so good, but it hurts so much…” Elsa moaned in both pleasure and pain, her body reaching a deeper level of release. She collapsed onto the bed, her delicate body trembling, her wings shaking uncontrollably, a thin trail of saliva dribbling from her mouth as she murmured and pleaded.
John, satisfied as he looked down at her weak, submissive form, said calmly, “Now, let’s sign the soul contract.”
As he spoke, John formed the soul contract.
Elsa lay weakly on the bed, her mind still clouded by the intense pleasure, and obediently signed the contract.
But as the clarity of the moment returned, her face filled with horror, and she stared at John in disbelief. “What… what did you do to me?” she asked, trembling.
She was overwhelmed with despair and panic.
The soul contract had been successfully signed, binding her completely to John, making her his plaything. She couldn’t even take her own life without his permission.
John spoke calmly, “I am your master now. Kneel.”
Elsa closed her eyes slightly, tears of humiliation streaming down her face, but she didn’t dare resist. In pain, she crawled off the bed, naked, lowering her once-proud head, and obediently knelt before him.
The once lofty, aloof, and holy Elsa, now kneeling in submission, filled John’s heart with immense satisfaction.
John lifted her chin, positioning himself before her, his presence looming with traces of blood
still visible.
Elsa, bewildered, quickly realized what was about to happen and shook her head desperately, pleading, “Master, Elsa doesn’t want this… mmph-“
Her words were cut off as John pushed her head down, forcing himself into her mouth, deep
into her throat.
Elsa’s eyes widened in pain, tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks. She shook her head helplessly, her gaze filled with desperate, silent pleas.
John remained unfazed, pushing her to the foot of the bed and restraining her, pressing her head against the edge. She couldn’t resist as he slowly thrust deeper.
“Mmm…” Elsa let out a pained moan from deep in her throat, but her head was firmly held down, preventing her from escaping.
Gradually, she adapted to the strange sensation in her mouth and, realizing resistance was futile, began to cooperate, breathing in rhythm with John’s movements. Her eyes glazed over with a dazed expression as she looked up at him.
Her mouth felt numb and sore, with a touch of suffocation.
She desperately wanted to break free, but her body betrayed her, reacting uncontrollably as
she trembled and climaxed again.
For over an hour, she teetered on the edge of suffocation, nearly fainting, when John finally
reached his climax.
He thrust deeply into her mouth, down into her throat, and the intense pressure caused his heated release to surge through her.
“Mmm…” Elsa’s eyes widened in pain, instinctively swallowing.
“Hah!” She finally broke free from his grip, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face.
Yet, despite everything, she dared not resist.
But twice was far from enough for John. He pulled Elsa to her feet, his desire still strong and unyielding, aiming to enter her again.
“Master, please… no more. I can’t take it,” she begged, her voice trembling with fear.
“We’re far from done,” John replied, ignoring her pleas.
He knew Elsa’s strength; Sara, who was only at the peak of the eighth tier, had endured his
intensity for a full day and night.
Her strength far surpassed Sara’s, and her endurance was naturally greater as well. However, back then, John had been under the control of the Fox Demon Curse, unable to
restrain himself, which made things more excessive. Now that Elsa was his woman, he wasn’t
going to be so rough.
He lifted Elsa’s firm buttocks and held her in his arms, preventing her from struggling. The dragon penetrated deep into her without any resistance.
“Ah… Master, I can’t take it anymore, Elsa has climaxed again…” she moaned, gasping for air
as her arms wrapped tightly around John’s head. Her firm chest pressed against his face, while
her slender waist arched, trembling uncontrollably.
John responded by grasping her firmness and teasing her relentlessly with his tongue. “Master, it’s so ticklish… please, let go…” Elsa squirmed in discomfort, unable to fight back, but despite her protests, she was overcome by yet another uncontrollable orgasm. John then placed her on the bed, grabbing her ankle and thrusting deep once more.
The room filled with Elsa’s cries of both pain and pleasure as her soft body shifted into
various positions.
She experienced wave after wave of climax, the overwhelming sensations making her feel as though she would faint from the intensity.
She had been tormented for an entire day, finally collapsing onto John’s body, completely
exhausted. Her eyes were vacant, though her trembling body hadn’t stopped, with an
unknown fluid steadily flowing beneath her.
After endless climaxes, she no longer had the strength to moan. She clung to consciousness,
barely keeping herself from passing out.
Sensing that she had reached her limit, John, though not fully satisfied, decided to stop.
“Master, you’re so powerful…” Elsa, having regained a bit of strength, could still feel him
deeply inside her, as firm as ever.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she wiped the saliva from John’s chest.
It unable to help herself from feeling captivated by the experience. She had become entirely
absorbed in pleasing him.
“Can you keep going?” John’s voice suddenly broke the silence.
Elsa jumped, shaking her head in panic, pleading softly, “Master, I really can’t go on. If we
continue, I might
die.”
John chuckled. “Relax, I was only teasing you,” he said, giving her a playful slap on her firm
behind.
“Ah…” Elsa moaned softly as she felt him move even deeper. Fearing another round, she quickly climbed off of him, despite the discomfort she felt.
John decided not to push her any further. Leaning back on the bed, he pulled Elsa into his arms, gently asking, “Does it still hurt?”
“A little,” she whispered shyly, her head lowered.
“It’s okay, the pain will pass soon. I’ll stay with you,” John said, his tone unusually tender as
he finally allowed himself to relax.
Having tamed Elsa, he knew Tracy was no longer a threat. The only one left on his radar was Kent, someone he could deal with whenever he wanted.
“Okay,” Elsa replied softly, looking up at him with a sweet, contented smile. She snuggled
closer to him, her exhaustion from the day’s ordeal overwhelming her. In no time, she drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and satisfied in his embrace.
