Killed by the Hero. Reincarnated for Revenge... with a Lust System

I didn't say anything at first. I just looked at her. Her, on her knees in my office—yes, my office, because now everything here belonged to me, even her—in that white lace that had replaced her sacred vestments. She still tried to keep her head high, but I could see her breath trembling, her thighs pressed together, and the troubled glimmer in her eyes.

I stepped forward and grabbed her chin. Her skin was burning, her throat quivered under my fingers. She dared to meet my gaze, but it wasn't faith burning in her eyes—it was a fever she could no longer hide.

— Crawl.

A single word. She flinched, barely. Then her knees slid, her hands pressed to the floor, and I saw her move toward me on all fours. The Saint. The sacred figure. On her knees, reduced to crawling like a bitch. The lace stretched over her ass tightened with each movement, and her white hair trailed across the carpet.

When she reached my feet, she lifted her eyes. Her lips trembled, but the word finally came out, strangled, almost a sigh:

— Yes… Master.

I yanked her hair violently. Her back arched, her breasts pushed against the lace. I felt her whole body fight between shame and desire.

— You're no longer a saint.

My voice cracked like a verdict. I saw her eyes cloud, her thighs trembling. She bit her lips, but yielded.

— No… she moaned. I'm your submissive… your bitch in lace…

A smile spread across my lips. I forced her forward again, up to the massive desk. This time, I slammed her against the wood. Her breasts flattened against the surface, her ass raised. I held her wrists in one hand, the other tearing away what was left of the lace. The fabric snapped, ripping into humiliating shreds that clung to her sweaty skin.

She panted, feverish eyes lost, her words nothing but moans:

— Yes… Master… I'm yours…

I held her there, crushed against my desk, in the same position as my enemies when I sign their capitulation. Except her, she was already begging for her own defeat.

I let my other hand slide between her thighs. Her body reacted faster than she did: a sharp moan broke out of her, ragged, uncontrollable.

— Nnnhhh… aaahhh… Master…

Her voice shook, half shame, half supplication. My fingers found her clit, hard, throbbing under the wrinkled silk. I pressed it, slowly, deliberately, until she arched like an overtightened string.

— Look at yourself… I whispered in her ear. A saint who comes like a whore.

— Aaahhh… nnnhaaahhh…! No… I… I don't…!

Her denial drowned in a scream when I pressed harder. Her hips rolled on their own, seeking my fingers, her thighs opening against her will. I shoved two fingers inside her in a single motion. Her body clenched at once, her soaked pussy sucking me in as if it had been waiting for this for years.

— Nnnnnhaaaa…! Master… I… I can't… aaahhh…!

I fingered her mercilessly, my knuckles pounding her belly, my thumb still on her swollen clit. She trembled, shaken, her voice nothing but sobs and plaints. Her juices ran down her thighs, soaking the desk.

— You can. And you will.

I squeezed harder, sped up, and her body exploded. Her legs gave way, her back arched, and a howl ripped from her throat.

— AaaAAHHHHHHhhhhh…!

She collapsed, trembling, arms twisted, lace torn and dripping with cum. Her misty eyes sought mine, but there was no pride left, only feverish hunger.

I seized her by the hair and threw her to the floor. Her frail body hit the carpet, her breasts bouncing again with spasms. She didn't even have time to catch her breath. I tore off my belt, my cock sprang out heavy, swollen, inches from her flushed face.

Her eyes widened, then clouded. She opened her mouth herself, moaning like a plea:

— Yes… Master… give it to me…

I pressed my cock against her lips. She swallowed it in one motion, throat open, panting. Her voice was nothing but a muffled whimper:

— Mmmhhhaaahhh…! Nnnhhh…

Her saliva was already running down her chin, her face glistening with humiliation and fever. I pulled her hair, forcing her to take me deeper. She gagged, moaned again:

— Ghhhhnnnhhh…! Aaahhh…

Her reddened eyes stared up at me, gleaming with tears. Every movement of her tongue vibrated against me, every breath resonated in my flesh. I growled, holding her firmly, reducing her to an offered throat.

— That's it… keep going… suck like the bitch you are…

— Mmmhhhaaahhh…! Nnnnnhhhh…!

Her muffled moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, mingling with the obscene sound of her mouth swallowing my cock. Her trembling hands clutched my thighs as if searching for something to hold onto while she drowned.

I could feel her completely tipping over. The Saint. The pure one. On her knees, in torn lace, eyes drowning, choking herself on me.

I held her by the hair, forcing her lips to crush even deeper, until I felt her throat open around me. Her eyes, red with tears, still sought mine, as if she wanted to find the faintest trace of mercy in my brutality.

I had none.

— Swallow.

A sharp order. My body tensed and I came in her throat. A hot, brutal flood that shot into her. She choked at first, but her hands clung to my thighs and she drank it all, swallowing each spurt like a blasphemous prayer. When I finally pulled out, her lips shone with spit and cum, her flushed cheeks dripping. She licked her lips, panting, and whispered in a broken yet proud voice:

— It was… delicious, Master…

A laugh escaped me. I grabbed her body, still trembling from the earlier orgasm, and lifted her like a doll. Her limp legs closed around my waist. I slammed her against the massive cabinet in the office, her breasts crushed against the ancient bindings. The holy books, worth more than entire villages, now soaked in her warmth, her scent, her fluids.

— N… no… not here…! she whimpered, her fingers scratching at the wood.

I didn't answer. I thrust into her in one stroke, tearing a cry from her that echoed across the shelves. Her thighs tensed, but her hips tilted at once to take me in. Her juices already streamed down her legs, running over the gilded covers, an indelible stain of lust on holiness.

— Aaahhh…! M… Master…! I… I don't…!

I fucked her mercilessly, holding her against the books as if I wanted to nail her to history itself. Her drool spilled from her parted mouth, mixing with sobs, with animal moans.

I leaned close to her ear:

— Do you want me to stop?

Her eyes widened, her body stretched like a bowstring, then her cry burst out:

— NO! Continue! Continue, I beg you…! Master… don't stop…!

Her nails dug into my back. I slammed harder, each thrust echoing against the wood, each moan tearing louder. She buckled again and again, orgasms bursting in uncontrollable waves that shook her whole body.

— Nnnhhhhaaahhh…! Aaaahhh…! Again… I… I'm coming…!

I fucked her until her strength gave out, until her legs failed and her body slid down the wood. She collapsed on the floor, naked, lace in tatters, trembling, thighs still open and dripping. Her heavy breasts bounced with every ragged breath. Her eyes, drowned in tears and fever, still sought mine.

She was no longer a Saint. She was nothing but mine.

Her body still lay on the ground, trembling from orgasms. The lace was nothing more than a torn veil on her sweaty skin. I watched her, standing, my breath barely quickened. She was no longer the Saint who had sworn with proud words. She was just a woman, torn between shame and rapture, unable to say no.

The flap of the door lifted. Nyss entered first, her folded wings snapping like a wet veil, followed by Sae. Their gazes slid at once to the scene: Seraphina, naked, her thighs still open, and me, standing above her.

I didn't look away.

— You did good work, Nyss.

A smile split her pale face. Her clawed fingers brushed her hip, and she answered in a drawling, almost mocking tone:

— It wasn't hard, my Lord. She already had that burning jealousy in her veins. My pills only ignited what slept within her. A jealous saint… so easy to break.

A chime rang in my skull.

[System – LUST v2.02]

New Quest: Subjugate Seraphina Veyra

Condition: Fuck her until she faints.

Reward: Forced allegiance +2000 shop points.

A cold smile came to me. I bent down, grabbed the Saint's still-hot body and pulled her up against me. Her back pressed to my chest, her limp legs folding on their own. Her gaze was already nearly gone, drowned by previous orgasms, her parted lips leaking ragged breath.

I locked my eyes on Nyss and Sae, as if to gift them this show. Then I thrust into her again, brutally, her body shaken against me like a fragile doll.

— Aaahhh…! Nnnnhhh…! Master…!

Her moans burst again, harsher, more desperate. Her thighs spread without resistance, drool spilling down her chin. I held her by the throat with one hand, her hip with the other, slamming into her until her body bent in convulsions.

— Harder… more… I… I beg you…!

I kept pounding, relentless, each impact echoing against the sacred library. Her fluids ran down her thighs, staining the gilded bindings, each spasm erasing a little more of her dignity. Her cries broke into gasps, then into silent sobs.

Finally, her eyes rolled back, her head collapsed against my shoulder. Her body clenched one last time in a violent orgasm, then gave out. She crumpled, unconscious, lips parted, breath gone.

Another chime.

[System – LUST v2.02]

Quest complete.

Reward: +2000 shop points.

Allegiance of Seraphina Veyra: Acquired.

I let her body drop to the floor, like an emptied trophy. A brief laugh escaped me, more triumphant than joyous. I turned my head toward my two women, their eyes shining with hunger.

— Come, I said harshly. Clean my cock.

Nyss licked her lips, Sae lowered her gaze slightly, and both crawled forward on their knees.