Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

Max gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed into her again and again, each thrust driving deeper than the last and forcing broken, desperate moans from her throat.

"Fuck... Max... it hurts... but it feels so good..." Clotilde gasped, her voice raw and trembling while her back arched sharply and her nails scraped against the floor in helpless ecstasy. She loved the burn, the stretch, the way he claimed her completely without mercy, and the thought that she was finally being used like the slut she secretly craved to be made her pussy flutter and clench even tighter around him.

"That’s right, take every inch like the greedy little slut you are," Max growled, his voice low and commanding as he brought his palm down hard on her already reddened ass cheek with a loud, sharp smack that echoed through the room.

The sting made her cry out loudly, her body jerking forward only for him to yank her back onto his cock by her long white hair, using the silky strands like reins to control her completely. "You’re not a proud warrior anymore. You’re my breeding bitch now. Say it."

He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but something about talking to her like this felt strangely addictive.

Clotilde’s mind spun with overwhelming pleasure and submission, her thighs shaking violently as another orgasm threatened to crash through her.

"I’m... I’m your breeding bitch... ahhh... please... use me harder..." she moaned, the words spilling out in a broken, filthy chant that only made Max’s cock throb even more inside her. He spanked her again, harder this time, alternating between cheeks until both glowed bright red and her pussy gushed fresh cream down his shaft with every impact.

She was dripping everywhere, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into her soaked folds filling the room alongside her helpless moans and the slap of skin on skin.

He kept thrusting without mercy, his pace brutal and unrelenting, but he refused to let himself tip over the edge, no matter how tightly her walls milked him. Max wanted to savor this, to break her completely before he allowed himself any release.

He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair once more, yanking her head back sharply so her back arched like a bow and her heavy breasts swayed beneath her with every punishing thrust.

"Look at you, dripping all over the floor like a bitch in heat. Your king sent you to seduce me, and instead you’re the one getting ruined," he taunted, his free hand sliding around to slap one of her swinging breasts hard enough to make it jiggle and leave a faint red mark. The sharp sting mixed with the deep, pounding pleasure in her core and sent her spiraling closer to another climax.

Clotilde’s eyes rolled back slightly, her mouth hanging open as drool slipped from the corner of her lips. "You’re right... Haaa... yes... ruin me... I’m yours... ahhhnnn... I love it when you hurt me like this..." she cried out, her voice cracking with raw need while her pussy convulsed wildly around his cock in a powerful orgasm that made her squirt messily onto the floor beneath them.

Her whole body trembled and shook, but Max did not slow down. He kept fucking her straight through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was a gasping, whimpering mess.

Then, without warning, Max shifted his grip. He hooked one strong arm under her left thigh and lifted it high, forcing her leg up toward her shoulder and opening her even wider for him. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, the head of his cock grinding against that sensitive spot inside her with every brutal thrust while her stretched pussy lips gripped him like a vice.

Clotilde’s eyes flew wide open, a loud, guttural moan tearing from her throat as the new depth made stars explode behind her eyelids. "Fuuuuck... Max... too deep... you’re going to break me... haaa... haaa... but... don’t stop... please don’t stop..." she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate while her lifted leg trembled uncontrollably in his iron grip and fresh tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her flushed cheeks.

"Good girl. Take it all the way to your womb," Max praised, his tone dark and satisfied as he pounded into her with even more force now that he had her folded and exposed.

The wet, squelching sounds grew louder, more obscene, and her creamy release mixed with the last traces of her virgin blood coated his cock and dripped freely down her raised thigh. He spanked the underside of her lifted ass cheek repeatedly, each sharp smack making her pussy flutter and squeeze around him in rhythmic pulses that tested his control.

Max’s jaw clenched tightly. He was throbbing hard, veins pulsing along his thick length, but he refused to cum. He wanted her to lose herself completely first. He wanted her to beg and scream and admit exactly what she had become. He thought of all the people he had killed so far, dragging that gruesome sight back into his mind just to keep his balls under control.

He kept her leg lifted high for long, punishing minutes, using the position to grind and thrust in slow, deep circles that made her sob with pleasure.

Clotilde’s mind was a haze of submission and ecstasy. She had never imagined sex could feel like this, like being owned and cherished at the same time, like every brutal thrust was rewriting who she was.

"I’m your slut... your breeding slut... ahhhh... fill me... use me... I don’t care about anything else anymore..." she moaned loudly, her free hand reaching back to spread herself even wider for him, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so deeply while her body shook with yet another orgasm.

A proud knight who once believed herself to be nothing more than a weapon forged for her king had finally found a new purpose, and that purpose was Max. She swore she would do anything to become his concubine, even if she had to betray the very kingdom she had once served with unquestionable loyalty. Her vows, her pride, and the duty carved into her bones had all been rewritten by his cock.