Hollow Crown: SSS-Ranked Godslayer’s Rise

Ethan shifted, his body looming above hers, the heat of him pressing down until Sylvie could feel his hardness nudging against her trembling thigh. Her eyes flicked down for a heartbeat — and widened, a choked sound slipping past her lips as she finally saw the size of him.

"M-Master… i-it's too big," she whispered, her voice trembling like a confession.

He kissed her forehead softly, his hand stroking her hair. "It will fit. I'll make sure it does...and at the end of it you will take it in yourself."

Her body shivered under his touch, torn between fear and the blazing want he'd awakened inside her. "B-but… Sister said… it hurts at first…"

Ethan's grin was wicked but warm. "It will. But you'll forget the pain in moments. All you'll remember is how good it feels when I'm inside you."

Her breath caught — and when his fingers teased her again, slipping easily into the wetness he'd already drawn out of her, Sylvie moaned, helpless and needy. Her hips lifted, answering him instinctively.

"That's it," he growled softly, kissing down her throat. "Your body is ready."

She whimpered, her nails digging into his back. "Please… Master… be gentle."

That was all the permission he needed.

He guided himself carefully, the head of his thick length pressing against her entrance. Sylvie gasped, every muscle going taut with the new electric sensation"N-no… i-it won't—"

"Hush," Ethan whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "Just breathe..."

Then he pushed. Slowly and carefully — forcing her tightness to yield bit by bit. Sylvie's eyes squeezed shut, her cry muffled against his shoulder as he stretched her, claiming her inch by inch. Ethan held her tight, whispering encouragement, kissing away her tears. He teased her other parts of her body to relax her, her pillowy mounds which were a bit larger than than of Lirael felt amazing when he squeezed them.

"You're doing so well," he murmured. "You feel incredible, Sylvie… whoa, so tight… and perfect."

Her pain faded almost as quickly as it came, drowned beneath the flood of new sensations. When he finally sank fully inside her, her moan broke into a shuddering sob of pleasure.

"Master… i-it feels… so full… ohh—!"

Ethan kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries as he began to move — slow, careful thrusts, each one sending shockwaves through her unprepared body. Her legs clung to him instinctively, wrapping around his waist, drawing him deeper.

Every motion dragged out another helpless cry, another plea. "Master..angg..you can....go a bit..angg..faster."

Her body melted under him, arching and shuddering as the pleasure built higher and higher. Ethan kept his rhythm steady, driving her to the edge again and again, his growls mixing with her moans until the room itself seemed to pulse with heat.

Finally, her voice rose in a raw scream as her climax hit, her entire body convulsing around him. Ethan held her through it, never slowing, his eyes blazing down into hers.

"Again," he commanded roughly, his thrusts deepening. "Come for me again, Sylvie."

And she did — again and again, her moans breaking into sobs of ecstasy, her body surrendering completely to his claiming.

By the time he finally released inside her, filling her utterly, Sylvie was limp against him, drenched in sweat, her lips still trembling with whispered pleas. Yet when Ethan brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead, she smiled weakly, her voice barely a whisper:

"Master… I never want it to end…"

Ethan's hunger didn't fade after Sylvie's first surrender. If anything, it grew. Her body had unlocked something inside him — the thrill of taking her innocence, the sight of her begging for more — and he wasn't about to stop.

Round after round, he claimed her again, each time harder, deeper, rougher. Sylvie's voice broke into high-pitched cries, her nails scratching down his back, her legs trembling as she clung to him.

"Master…! I-I can't… it's too much… ahhh—!"

"You can," Ethan growled into her ear, his pace punishing. "You'll take everything I give you."

Her body betrayed her words — every thrust sent her spiraling into another orgasm, until she was little more than a sobbing, writhing mess beneath him. Her hair clung to her sweaty face and her lips swollen from his endless kisses.

By the time her eyes fluttered shut and her body went limp in bliss, she was completely spent, passing out in sheer pleasure with a faint smile still curved on her lips.

Ethan pulled out slowly, his chest heaving, his still-throbbing length glistening in the low light. He glanced to the side — and that's when he noticed Lirael.

She had woken at some point, her naked frame sitting up, her hand buried between her thighs as she watched them with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. The pillow she had clutched earlier was soaked where she had bitten into it, muffling her own moans as she pleasured herself to the sight.

The moment Ethan's eyes locked on hers, she froze, her fingers still glistening with her arousal. Her lips parted, her breath ragged.

"Lirael…" Ethan's voice was low, dark, a growl filled with promise.

She knew what that look meant. She swallowed hard, her body already trembling in anticipation.

The night is still long, she thought.

When Ethan shifted toward her, his towering, god-sculpted form casting its shadow over her, Lirael's lips curved into the faintest, breathless smile. She spread her legs in silent invitation as she lay on her back on pillow, her voice a whisper that barely carried through the heated air:

"Et- no master… take me too."

Ethan didn't hold back. Unlike Sylvie, Lirael's body was already seasoned and molded to him. This time there was no restraint, no hesitation — only the full unleashing of the beast inside him.

He took her again and again, each time in a new position — her legs hooked over his shoulders as he drove her into the mattress, her back arched as he bent her over the edge of the bed, her cries echoing when he pulled her onto his lap and forced her to ride him until she collapsed. Hours blurred into each other, sweat dripping from their bodies, the room filled with the sounds of slapping, of moans and growls, of Lirael's voice begging and pleading as Ethan claimed her without pause.

By the time it was finally over, Ethan lay sprawled across the bed, breadth, a smug grin plastered across his face. His body glistened with sweat, the sheets a tangled mess beneath him.

Between his thighs, Lirael rested — utterly spent, her body trembling but still devoted to him. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, her lips wrapped around his member, her tongue tracing him as if she could never get enough. Every movement was weaker than before, but filled with equal longing, her soft whimpers vibrating against him.

At last, she pulled back, her chest rising and falling as she licked her lips. Her eyes glowed with exhaustion and desire all at once, her smile faint but wicked.

"You are a beast…" she whispered, her voice hoarse yet dripping with satisfaction. Then her grin widened as she leaned forward again, her tongue flicking him teasingly. "…my beast… hehe."

And without another word, she lowered her head once more, continuing her blowjob, as if to prove her feelings.