The Claiming of a nymph

The words were torn from her lips, but once they were out, she couldn't take them back. Jack could feel her submission, and it drove him wild with lust.

“Good girl,” he said roughly, removing his thigh from her heat. He spun her around, bending her over the table. “Now accept what you’ve earned, my nymph.” Millia felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew what was coming next, and despite everything, she wanted it.

Jack pulled his pants down, freeing his aching cock. He was hard as steel, and he couldn't wait to bury himself inside her tight, wet heat. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back towards him. Millia gasped as she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance. She was stretched wide, her pussy aching with need.

“Please…” she moaned, pushing back against him.

“Beg,” Jack growled, teasing her clit with the tip of his dick. “Beg for it.”

“I’m begging… please Jack… give it to me…” Millia cried, her voice broken with desire. She needed this, needed him. She didn't care about her pride anymore, not when her body was screaming for satisfaction.

“Beg for your master's cock. Beg your master to fuck his **** little nymph whore, to claim you as his toy, his ****." He teased her folds with his thick cock head, moving up and down but never breaching the tight entrance. "Beg for his seed, nymph."

“Oh god… please Jack… master… I’m begging you…” Millia pleaded, her voice hoarse with need. She didn't care what she had to say, not anymore. "Claim me as your ****! Your whore! I'm yours, I'm your **** little nymph whore! Please, please fuck me! I need your thick cock inside my wet cunt! Please, give me your seed. Claim me."

Jack groaned, unable to resist her pleas any longer. He thrust inside her with one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt. Millia cried out as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth, but she didn't ask him to stop. Instead, she pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. Jack gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to thrust. He pounded into her with abandon, driven by his own desire. Millia met him thrust for thrust, her body eager for the pleasure he was giving her.

“Fuck… you’re so tight…” Jack growled, slamming into her again and again. He could feel her virgin walls clenching around him, and it drove him crazy with lust. He had never felt anything like this before, and he never wanted it to end. Millia was his now, his nymph, his ****.

“Yes… yes… more…” Millia moaned, arching her back to meet his thrusts. She had never felt anything like this, never known pleasure like this. It was overwhelming, consuming her completely. “Harder… please master… fuck your nymph harder…”

Jack obliged, increasing his pace until he was pounding into her mercilessly. He turned her around, grabbed her leg and brought her small, delicate foot to his mouth. She had pink painted nails, and a golden anklet around her ankle. He licked her sole, and sucked her toes into his mouth while he fucked her.. The combination of sensations was too much for Millia, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around Jack’s cock like a vice. She screamed, her body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Jack didn't stop, couldn't stop. He kept pounding into her, driving her through her orgasm and beyond. Millia writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. She had never felt like this before, never known pleasure so intense. She didn't want it to ever end.

“M-master… please…” she pleaded, barely able to speak through the pleasure.

“What do you need, nymph?” Jack growled, sucking her toe into his mouth again. He could taste her skin, sweet and salty against his tongue. He wanted more, wanted all of her. And he was going to take it.

“I… I need…” Millia panted, unable to think clearly. “I need your… your cum…” she whimpered, shocked at her own words. But she couldn't deny it, not anymore. She needed his seed inside her, filling her up. She needed to be claimed, to be his completely. "Please… master… cum inside me… fill your whore nymph with your seed…"

Jack groaned, his cock swelling inside her. “Fuck… yes…” he hissed, pounding into her even harder. He was close, so close. Just a little more and he would be there. Millia could feel it too, and she met his thrusts with renewed energy.

“Please… master…” she begged, barely able to form words. “Cum inside me… claim your nymph… make me yours…” She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Jack’s cock was hitting all the right spots, driving her wild with desire. She was on fire, burning up from the inside out.

“Fuck yes… my nymph… my whore…” Jack grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. His free hand grabbed her throat, and the other kept her wonderful little foot inside his mouth, licking and sucking her toes. He was going to fill her with his cum, to claim her as his once and for all. “Take it… take my seed…”

“Yes… yes… master…” Millia cried, pushing back against him. She wanted this, wanted him. She needed his cum inside her, filling her up and marking her as his. And she was going to have it. Nothing was going to stop her now. "Turn me into your whore, master! Turn me into your toy, your worthless nymph slut! Please… please fill me up!" She pleaded, begging for his seed with every fiber of her being. "Ruin me... break me... **** me. Please, master!" She felt her second orgasm building, growing inside her like a tidal wave. She was going to crash over the edge soon, and when she did, she was taking Jack with her.

“Take it… my nymph… take your master’s seed…” Jack groaned, his balls tightening. He was almost there, so close to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, growing in strength until it was almost unbearable. And then, with one final thrust, he was over the edge.

His cock pulsed inside her as he came, filling her with his hot cum. Millia screamed, her own orgasm hitting her like a freight train. She came hard, her pussy milking Jack's cock for every last drop of his seed. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over them both, leaving them breathless and shaking. Jack collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside her. Millia lay still beneath him, her body trembling with aftershocks. They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them trying to catch their breath.

Finally, Jack pulled out, his seed spilling from her pussy and down her thighs. Millia moaned softly, feeling empty without him inside her. But she was also sated, more satisfied than she had ever been before. She had given herself to Jack, body and soul. And she found herself without regret.

Jack stood, pulling up his pants. Millia remained lying over the table, her legs too weak to stand. Jack smiled down at her, satisfaction written across his features. “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a hand over her hair. “You did well, my nymph.”

Millia looked up at him, her eyes shining with newfound adoration. “Thank you, master,” she whispered, unable to form the words properly. She was too tired, too sated. All she wanted was to curl up in Jack's arms and sleep. To be held by her master, to be close to him.

Jack grinned, reaching down to scoop her up into his arms. Millia went willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his chest. He carried her out of the basement, up the stairs to her bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, covering her with the sheets and pulling her into his arms.

“Sleep well, my nymph,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Tomorrow, your real training will begin."

"Yes master," Millia replied, her eyes already drifting closed. She felt safe in his arms, protected. She was his nymph now, his ****, his whore, his toy, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "Thank you, Jack Temple." She whispered into the dark.

"Sleep well, my Millia," Jack replied again, smiling inside while pulling her closer. "My nymph."