The nymph learns about consequences

Millia froze, her body tense in his arms. “You vile brute,” she hissed. "A hero wouldn't take advantage of a nymph like this." She squirmed, trying to break free, but he held her tight.

Jack chuckled. “I told you, I'm no hero,” he said, his lips still close to her ear. “You lost this round, nymph. Now you have to pay the price.” He released her, stepping back to give her space. “It was your terms, remember?”

Millia whirled to face him, her eyes flashing with anger. “Yes, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, and Jack caught sight of hard nipples through the fabric of her dress before she covered them up. She looked down at her torn dress, then back at him. “Are you really going to **** me to do this?”

“Your choice, nymph,” Jack replied, shrugging. He was enjoying this game, watching her squirm through the fluster.

Millia glared at him, her face still red. “I'm not... wearing much under this dress," she muttered.

Jack raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “I’m not forcing you to do anything, my honorable nymph. Naturally, I'm confident you wouldn't **** me to remove any clothing had the roles been reversed. Correct?”

"Oh be quiet, brute." She looked down at her dress again, then back at Jack. “Fine,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached up and grasped the shoulder of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly. Slowly, she pushed it down her arm, revealing smooth, creamy skin. Jack watched, mesmerized, as she exposed more and more of herself. Her collarbone, the swell of her breast, pink nipples that were already hard. She was beautiful, and he couldn't look away.

But then she stopped, the dress caught under her breasts. She looked at Jack, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

“Is that all?” he asked, his voice rough. He knew he should feel guilty for enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. The sight of her nearly exposed body was driving him wild.

Millia shook her head, taking a deep breath. “No,” she said, and she pushed the dress down further, revealing the full of her breasts. They were perfect, round and firm ivory skin, smooth as silk with pink nipples that begged to be touched. A low, husky growl slipped out of him at the sight. She was so beautiful, so tempting. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to take her right there on the floor. To ravage her.

Millia looked at him, her cheeks flushed. “Satisfied?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Jack shook his head. “You still haven't removed the dress," he said, his eyes locked on her chest. "The sacrifice isn't complete."

Millia swallowed hard, then nodded. She pushed the dress down over her stomach, revealing a flat expanse of skin and a shallow navel. The fabric pooled around her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but Haley’s borrowed panties. Her legs were long and lean, her hips curved in a way that made his mouth water. Her panties were white and lacy, barely covering her most intimate parts. He could see the outlines of her lips through the thin fabric, a wet spot already visible at the crossroad between her thighs.

Millia stood still, her arms at her sides. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Jack could see her nipples tighten in the cool air of the basement, and it took all of his willpower not to touch her.

“There,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet loud in the silence of the basement. “I hope that’s enough for you, brute.” Her eyes were still flashing with defiance, but there was something else in them now, a heat that couldn’t be ignored.

Jack grinned, his eyes roaming over her body greedily. “Not even close,” he said, his voice rough, desire leaking through. “But it’s a start. Round two." He stepped back, giving her space to move. "Let's see if I can claim strike three."

Millia glared at him again, but he could see the excitement in her eyes. “Fine,” she spat, and she launched herself at him once more. This time, though, her movements were different. She was more focused, more determined. And she was using her body to distract him, swaying her hips and bouncing her breasts in a way that he couldn’t ignore. It was a deadly combination, and it nearly worked. Millia punched at his face, but he blocked the blow with his forearm and countered with a jab to her stomach. She dodged it easily, countering with a kick to his groin that he barely managed to avoid.

“You're holding back again, Jack,” she accused, her eyes narrowing. “Why don’t you fight me with everything you’ve got?” She spun, aiming a roundhouse kick at his head. He ducked under it, using her momentum to throw her to the ground. She landed on her back, her legs spread wide. Her panties had ridden up between her lips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of pink flesh. Jack felt his cock harden at the sight.

“Maybe I am,” he admitted. “But I'm also your teacher, remember? I should be better than you, nymph.” He smirked.

Millia took his hand, pulling herself up. “Then prove it,” she challenged, her eyes flashing. “Show me what you’ve really got.” She raised her fists again, her body poised for battle.

Jack grinned. “As you wish, princess.” And with that, he attacked, using every trick in the book to try and take her down. Millia met him blow for blow, her movements swift and graceful. But Jack was relentless, pushing her to her limits. They fought across the basement, their bodies clashing in a blur of motion. Millia’s breathing grew heavy, and Jack pressed his advantage, aiming a kick at her chest. She blocked it, but he used the momentum to spin behind her, wrapping his arm around her neck in a chokehold.

Millia struggled, but he held her fast. “Gotcha,” he growled in her ear, his free hand roaming down her body. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly. She gasped, arching her back against him. He could feel her nipple harden in his palm, and he pinched it between his fingers, rolling it gently. Millia moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. Jack couldn't resist the sight of her exposed neck, and he leaned down to kiss it, his lips trailing across her skin. "You're under my mercy, nymph," he whispered. "I could do whatever I want to you."

“Stop…” she gasped, but her voice was weak. He could feel her trembling in his arms, her body responding to his touch.

He grinned against her neck. “Why?” he asked, nipping at her earlobe. “I haven't gotten what I was promised, have I? Remove your panties, nymph, or I'll make you."

Millia shuddered, her hips bucking involuntarily. “Please…” she begged, but she didn't say no.

“Please what?” Jack asked, his fingers finding her nipple again. He pinched it harder this time, and she cried out, her hands clutching at his arm. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?” He bit her earlobe, then kissed it softly. He slid his free hand down her stomach, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. He reached the waistband of her panties, stopping right at the edge. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. "Remove them," he repeated. "Or admit that you're too weak to fight me, and I'll remove my hand and let you go."

Millia let out a low moan. “I can’t…” she whispered, her body shaking. Jack moved his hand lower, cupping her mound through her panties. She was wet, so wet that he could feel it through the fabric. He rubbed her gently, feeling her hips buck against his hand.

“What can't you, my nymph? Can't remove them? Or can't give up?" He pressed his fingers against her panties, feeling the heat of her desire. Millia gasped, her legs trembling.

"Jack…" she whimpered, her hands still clutching at his arm.

“Last chance, then I'll let you go. Three... two..." He kissed her shoulder, his teeth grazing over her skin. "One," he growled into her ear, his hand leaving her breast.

Millia shuddered. “Wait…” she said, her voice weak. Jack froze, his hand on the waistband of her underwear. She took a deep breath, then hooked her thumbs into the fabric and pushed it down. It slid over her hips and down her legs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of them, kicking them away. Now she was completely naked, her body exposed for him to see. He let go of her neck, spinning her around to face him. Her body was toned and lithe, her curves enticing with full and round breasts with stiff, pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, leading down to a clean-shaven slit, parted slightly with glistening lips. "Good girl," Jack said, cupping her face in his hands. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He smirked.

“Vile brute,” she hissed, but there was no heat in her words. She was trembling, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire.

Jack grinned. “You know, I think I prefer you like this,” he said, running his hands down her body. He stopped at her breasts, cupping them in his palms. “Naked and at my mercy.” He squeezed them gently, feeling their weight in his hands. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it, rolling his tongue around the hard bud. Millia gasped, arching against him. He bit down softly, and she cried out.

“Jack… this wasn't... part of the deal…” she panted, her hands clutching at the back of his head. Jack ignored her, switching to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. He could feel her getting wetter, her arousal soaking his fingers. He moved one hand between her legs, sliding a finger along her slit. She was soaked, her juices coating his skin. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling her heat envelop him. She was tight, so tight that it reminded him that she was a virgin, having spent centuries guarding herself. The thought made his cock throb with need. He moved his finger slowly, feeling her clench around him. “Oh gods…” she moaned, her hips moving with his hand. He added a second finger and she gasped, her nails digging into his scalp. He curled his fingers, finding the sensitive spot inside her, stroking it gently, feeling her body tense. She was close, so close. He increased his pace, fucking her with his fingers as he sucked on her breast. Millia cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. “Jack… please…” she begged, her hips grinding against his hand.

Jack pulled away, leaving her hanging on the precipice. “No,” he said, enjoying the look of frustration on her flushing face. “Not until you beg for it.” He stood, towering over her small frame and cupped her face in one hand, tilting her chin up to look at him. “Beg me to take you, nymph,” he growled, his eyes boring into hers as he placed his thigh between her legs, offering some friction to her aching sex. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“N-no… I don't…” Millia stuttered, but her body told a different story. She was shaking, her hips grinding against Jack’s leg. “I don't want this…” she repeated, but there was no conviction in her voice.

Jack bit her neck gently, then trailed kisses down to her collarbone. “Liar,” he murmured against her skin. He moved his hand down her body, finding her naked bum, squeezing the soft cheeks.

“Jack… please…” she moaned, clutching at his shoulders.

“Please what?” he asked, relentless in his quest to break her.

“Please… stop…” she said weakly, but her hips were grinding against his thigh, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.

“I'm not the one grinding,” he said.

“No… I mean… oh gods…” Millia panted, her eyes closing as she focused on the sensations coursing through her body. She didn't want to stop, not now. Not when he was making her feel so good.

“Do it, nymph,” Jack murmured, nipping at her neck. “Say the words.” He pushed his thigh harder against the wet slit, feeling the warmth leak through the cloth. "Say you're mine. Beg me to claim you, nymph. Beg me."

"I-I...” Millia whimpered, barely able to think straight. She needed release, and she needed it now. She would do anything for it, even if it meant giving in to this vile brute.

“Say it. Say what you are." Jack growled into her ear. "Say you're my whore nymph and beg me to fuck your wet cunt." He pinched her nipple, twisting it gently. "Beg me."

“P-please… I’m… I’m your nymph…” she gasped, barely able to form the words. Jack pinched her nipple harder, and she cried out. “I'm your whore nymph! I'm you whore nymph, Jack! Please fuck my wet cunt!"