Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 523: R18 Discipline Keres

Sharky regarded her silently for a long moment, his piercing gaze raking over her trembling form. Then, without a word, he reached down and gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him.

"You will learn your place," he said coldly. "And if you displease me..." He trailed off, his other hand gesturing towards the still-screaming Deimos.

Keres shuddered at the implied threat, nodding eagerly. "I understand, Master. I’ll be obedient... I swear it."

Her hands trembled as she reached for Sharky’s pants, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. She could feel his gaze burning into her, watching her every move with cold, unblinking intensity.

The knowledge that he held her life in his hands, that a single word from him could condemn her to the same fate as Deimos, filled her with a twisted mix of terror and exhilaration.

With a final tug, she managed to open his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock.

His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the tip glistening with precum. Keres’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon it, a strange sense of awe and apprehension washing over her.

Slowly, reverently, Keres wrapped her hand around his dragon. It was hot to the touch, pulsing with a life of its own. She could feel the veins throbbing beneath her fingertips as she began to stroke him gently.

Sharky remained silent, his face an impassive mask as he watched her through hooded eyes.

As Keres continued to stroke his dragon, Sharky’s eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel the goddess’s hand trembling as she touched him, her movements hesitant and uncertain. It pleased him to see her so nervous, so unsure of herself. She had always been so confident, so arrogant in her power. But now, kneeling before him with his cock in her hand, she was nothing more than a slave - obedient and eager to please.

Sharky reached out and tangled his fingers in Keres’s hair, gripping the strands tightly. He forced her head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of her throat. "You will learn to please me," he growled lowly. "With your mouth... with your body... with every fiber of your being."

His grip tightened, pulling her closer to him.

Keres shuddered beneath his touch, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She could feel his hot breath against her skin, his powerful body radiating heat and dominance.

"Yes, Master," she whispered hoarsely. "I will please you. I’ll do anything... be anything you want me to be."

With that, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of his dragon, her tongue darting out to taste the precum gathered there. Sharky’s hips jerked slightly at the contact, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

Keres’s lips parted, and she took the head of Sharky’s dragon into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum. She could feel him growing even harder against her palate, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart.

Slowly, inch by inch, Keres began to take him deeper. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate his thickness as she worked her way down his shaft. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking gently as she retreated, only to plunge back down again.

Sharky’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze intense and possessive. "That’s it," he murmured approvingly. "Take it all, slave."

Keres felt a surge of pride at his praise, even as she gagged slightly around his length. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to relax her throat, to accept him fully.

Her lips stretched wide as she struggled to accommodate Sharky’s impressive size. Her jaw ached and her throat burned, but she refused to back down. She wanted to please him, to show him that she was worthy of being his slave.

With a final, gagging swallow, Keres managed to take him all the way in. The tip of his dragon pressed against the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought the urge to retch.

But even as her body rebelled, Keres felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. She had never been so completely dominated, so utterly conquered. It was a heady feeling, one that sent a shiver of arousal straight to her core.

Sharky groaned above her, his hips bucking involuntarily as Keres’s throat constricted around him.

His grip tightened in Keres’s hair as he felt her throat muscles massaging his length. The sensation was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. He thrust his hips forward, burying himself even deeper in the goddess’s mouth.

"Good girl," he praised roughly, his voice strained with desire. "You’re learning your purpose."

Keres’s eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Her lungs burned and her throat ached, but she refused to pull away. She wanted to be a good slave, to please her master in every way.

Sharky began to fuck her mouth in earnest, his hips pistoning back and forth as he chased his release. Keres gagged and sputtered around him, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her bare breasts. But she took it all, accepting each brutal thrust with a mewling whimper.

His movements grew faster, more desperate, as he neared his climax. Keres’s nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base of his cock with each thrust, her throat stretched obscenely around his thick girth.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Sharky’s entire body tensed. With a roar that echoed off the chamber walls, he buried himself to the hilt in Keres’s mouth and erupted.

Thick, hot ropes of semen pumped directly into her stomach as Sharky came harder. Keres choked and sputtered as his seed flooded her throat, gagging on the sheer volume of it. But she swallowed every drop, determined not to spill a single precious offering from her master.

As Sharky slowly softened in her mouth, Keres licked him clean, savoring the salty taste of his essence.

Sharky slowly withdrew from Keres’s mouth, his semi-erect dragon glistening with her saliva. The goddess remained kneeling before him, panting heavily as she caught her breath. Tears and spit stained her cheeks, and her throat was raw from the brutal fucking.

But even as she gasped for air, Keres felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had pleased her master, had submitted to his will completely. It was a heady feeling, one that sent a shiver of arousal through her battered body.

Slowly, reverently, Keres leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of Sharky’s dragon. "Thank you, Master," she whispered hoarsely.

Sharky gazed down at Keres, his expression unreadable as he processed her words. The goddess remained kneeling before him, her body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion, pain, and perverse satisfaction. Her eyes, still glazed with tears and submission, stared up at him worshipfully.

"Stand up," Sharky commanded gruffly, his voice rough from his recent release. "Let me see what belongs to me now."

Keres rose unsteadily to her feet, her legs shaky and weak. She stood before Sharky with her head bowed, hands clasped demurely in front of her naked form. Her pale skin was flushed a delicate pink, bruises already forming on her neck from Sharky’s possessive grip.

Sharky circled her slowly, his sharp eyes taking in every inch of her newly acquired slave. He reached out to trail a finger along the curve of her shoulder, the touch possessive and claiming.

Sharky continued his slow circling of Keres, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He paused behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Let’s begin the main event."

Keres shuddered at hearing his voice, a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

"I understand, Master," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I am yours completely, you can do anything."

Sharky’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. She could feel the heat of him radiating through her forest, the hardness of his dragon pressing insistently against her forest.

Keres felt a strange sense of acceptance. She had chosen this path, had willingly surrendered herself to Sharky’s mercy. And now, she would endure whatever punishment he deemed fit, knowing that it was all for his pleasure and satisfaction.

Sharky’s hand gripped Keres’s hip firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spun her around abruptly, forcing her to face the chamber once more. Deimos’s screams still echoed through the room, a constant reminder of the fate that awaited those who displeased their master.

With a swift motion, Sharky bent Keres over a nearby table, pressing her face-first against the cold metal surface. Her bare breasts flattened against the unforgiving material as he kicked her legs apart, exposing her most intimate parts to his hungry gaze.

"Spread your legs wider," Sharky ordered coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Keres complied immediately, widening her stance until she felt the cool air against her most sensitive flesh. She gripped the edges of the table tightly, knuckles turning white with anticipation and fear.

Sharky’s hand cracked against Keres’s bare bottom, the sound echoing through the chamber. The goddess cried out at the sudden pain, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. But she didn’t dare move from her position, knowing that any disobedience would only earn her more of Sharky’s cruel punishment.

He continued to spank her relentlessly, his large hand leaving red welts across her pale skin. Keres bit her lip until she tasted blood, determined not to scream or beg for mercy. She had chosen this path willingly, and she would endure whatever Sharky saw fit to give her.

As the blows rained down, Keres’s body began to betray her. Despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, she felt a strange warmth building in her core. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks against the cold metal table, and a shameful wetness gathered between her legs.

Sharky paused suddenly, his hand resting on the curve of Keres’s bruised bottom. He could feel the heat radiating from her flesh, could see the evidence of her unwanted arousal glistening on her thighs.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Is my little slave enjoying her punishment?" Sharky sneered, his fingers trailing through the wetness between her legs. "Such a dirty girl, getting excited from pain and humiliation."

Keres shuddered at his touch, a whimper escaping her lips despite her best efforts to stay silent. She hated the way her body responded to him, hated the twisted pleasure she felt at being used and degraded.

"Yes... Master," she admitted grudgingly, her face burning with shame. "I’m sorry... I can’t control it..."

Sharky chuckled darkly, his fingers continuing their cruel exploration. "Good. You’re learning your place." He withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving Keres bereft and aching.

Without warning, Sharky positioned his dragon at the entrance of Keres’s garden. The goddess gasped, her entire body tensing as she felt the hot, pulsing length of him pressed against her most intimate flesh. She was already so wet, so ready for him despite the humiliation and pain.

Sharky gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into the bruised skin. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

Keres screamed, her voice echoing off the chamber walls as she was impaled on his massive dragon. He stretched her incredibly, filling her completely in a way no mortal ever could. The pain was exquisite, blurring the line between agony and ecstasy.

And since it was her first time, she screamed in pain as Sharky’s dragon tore through her virgin garden, stretching her delicate folds to their limits.

Tears streamed down her face, her body convulsing with the intense sensation of being invaded and claimed so brutally.

"Shut up!" Sharky snarled, gripping a handful of her hair and yanking her head back sharply. "You wanted this, remember? You begged to be mine."

He pulled out slightly before slamming back into her, setting a punishing pace that left Keres gasping and sobbing. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, each withdrawal only to impale her again on his merciless dragon.

Despite the pain, Keres could feel a strange sensation building in her core. Her traitorous body was responding to Sharky’s dominance, to the primal act of being taken against her will. She hated herself for it, hated the way her hips began to move instinctively to meet his thrusts.

Sharky growled low in his throat as he felt Keres’s body yielding beneath him. He could feel her garden tightening around his dragon, her sobs turning to moans despite her best efforts to suppress them. The knowledge that he was claiming her, breaking her, filled him with a dark satisfaction.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "That’s it, my little goddess. Surrender to me completely." His hand snaked around her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her airflow and heighten her senses.

Keres’s vision blurred as Sharky’s grip tightened around her neck. She felt lightheaded, disconnected from reality as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. Her hands scrabbled at the table beneath her, nails digging into the metal surface as she struggled to find purchase.

But there was no escape from Sharky’s brutal possession. He owned every inch of her, body and soul. And as the pleasure-pain reached a crescendo within her, Keres knew she would never be free again.

Keres’s eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed violently, garden clenching around Sharky’s dragon as if trying to milk him for every drop. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the chamber and drowned out even Deimos’s distant cries.

Sharky roared triumphantly as he felt Keres’s climax triggering his own. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and erupted. Thick ropes of semen pumped into Keres’s depths, filling her completely as Sharky claimed her utterly.

Keres collapsed onto the table, her limbs shaking uncontrollably as Sharky’s seed flooded her womb. She was dimly aware of him withdrawing from her body, of the sticky trickle of his essence leaking down her thighs. But she was too far gone to care, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure that blurred the lines between reality and fantasy.

Slowly, painfully, Keres became aware of her surroundings once more.