not yet clenched

An hour later, Faruzan was no longer a proud Haravatat scholar.

She was an onahole.

Aether had fucked every last scrap of coherent resistance out of her. Her back was pressed hard against the wall, one leg hooked over his arm, the other barely touching the ground as he used her with long, heavy, selfish strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of her ruined pussy taking him over and over filled their little private circle. Cum from earlier rounds already painted her thighs and the floor; more was steadily being churned out of her with every thrust.

She tried to keep the game going. She really did.

But the only things leaving her mouth now were broken, half-formed fragments — desperate little provocations she forced out between sobs and moans in the hope he would keep punishing her.

“S-still… not talking… you… brute… nngh—!”

“Is… is that all…? Haaah—!”

“W-worse… do it… worse…”

Each incomplete sentence only made him fuck her harder. Her eyes had long since lost focus. Her tongue hung out. Drool ran down her chin. The once-sharp academic was reduced to a trembling, continuously orgasming sleeve whose only remaining purpose was to squeeze and drip around his cock.

Aether had completely forgotten why he grabbed her in the first place.

The questions about Lumine, the Forbidden Library, the desert — all of it had faded into the background. Right now there was only the tight, wet, endlessly usable hole in front of him and the pure animal relief of finally being able to rail someone without holding back. He buried himself to the hilt again and again, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded focus while Faruzan wailed and came and tried to keep feeding him broken words that no longer made sense.

The harem kept the wall of privacy intact, watching with a mix of envy, amusement, and quiet satisfaction that their frustrated Traveler had finally found a toy durable enough to take everything he needed to give.

Faruzan’s next orgasm was silent — just a full-body shudder and a fresh gush of fluid down his cock.

Aether was still buried deep inside her when he noticed it.

The strange little device clipped to one of Faruzan’s ears gave a brief, sharp flare of light — a quick pulse of blue-white energy that flickered in time with one of her strongest orgasms. It lasted only a second before dying down again. He filed the detail away without comment. Something about it felt important, but not urgent enough to stop what he was doing.

He finally slowed, then stopped, keeping her pinned and full while her trembling gradually eased. Cum continued to leak out around his cock in thick dribbles. Faruzan’s head lolled against the wall, eyes unfocused, a continuous soft whimper still leaking from her throat.

When she could form words again, the information came in fragments between shaky breaths.

“She… requested official access to the Forbidden Library first. Denied. Of course she was denied. Then she broke in anyway… with four male followers. They took something. No one knows what. The Matra only confirmed the theft after the fact. She fled into the Great Red Sand afterward…”

Faruzan swallowed, still twitching around him.

“I know those ruins better than most. The old mechanisms, the buried paths, the places the Matra don’t bother mapping. I could guide you. I could be useful.”

Then her broken, well-fucked face twisted into a small, defiant smile.

“But why should I?” she whispered, voice hoarse and deliberately challenging. “Why should I help some outsider who just spent an hour turning a respected Haravatat scholar into his personal onahole? You haven’t earned another word from me.”

The message could not have been clearer.

She wanted to be dragged along.

She wanted to be treated as a prisoner, a slave, a living source of information that had to be broken open one rough fucking at a time. Every new detail would have to be fucked out of her. Every bit of cooperation would have to be forced.

Faruzan’s eyes, still hazy with residual pleasure, met his with open, masochistic invitation.