The True Ascension-Chapter 39: Double climax (R18)

Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~ Cough~

Obscene, pleasure-laden sounds echoed from deep within Isis’s throat, blending with muffled gags, as if sucking Aziz’s cock was some kind of secret ritual—sacred and animalistic at once. Her head moved up and down at an increasingly frenzied pace, black hair flying with each motion, her mouth molding to his shape with almost artistic precision.

And yet, no matter how wild it seemed, no matter how deeply she took him—until her throat completely surrendered and adjusted to the thickness of Aziz’s cock—Isis didn’t flinch, didn’t squirm, didn’t beg for mercy. As if that rough treatment was no punishment, but a reward. A worship. A privilege. As if it wasn’t even a provocation, but an offering she welcomed gladly.

In fact... she *seemed* to enjoy the brutality masked as passion. Each time Aziz pressed harder against the back of her head, forcing her face into his groin, pushing her to take him to the limit and beyond, Isis didn’t protest. On the contrary, her crimson eyes sparkled with a strange and hypnotic satisfaction. As if they said, "Give me more. Destroy me."

Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~

Then, without warning, Isis began to move her head on her own — more determined, more ravenous — which made Aziz widen his eyes in astonishment. That vampire was rebelling, taking control in an even bolder way than before.

"Isis, you— uuuhh..." He tried to speak, but was suddenly cut off by the chokingly delightful sensation of her throat tightening around his cock. It felt like she swallowed him whole, as if her throat wanted to trap him there forever.

She looked up at him from between his legs, kneeling, that malicious gleam dancing in her blood-red eyes. Even with her mouth full, there was a smile on her face. A smile that said: "You might think you’re in control, but I’m the one who decides how much you can handle."

Not willing to lose, Aziz abruptly stood up from the bed, towering over her. Yet Isis didn’t stop sucking him enthusiastically — like a beast feasting on her prey.

"Filthy little vampire... I’m done being gentle with you..."

He gripped her hair tightly, fingers tangled in the dark strands, and yanked her head back sharply, pulling her mouth away until only the tip of his cock remained between her lips.

Ever the provocateur, Isis gave a loud, wet kiss to the head, locking eyes with him. Then, insolently, she opened her mouth and let her pink, glistening tongue stretch outward like a snake awaiting its strike.

Aziz didn’t hesitate. Looking at that beautiful face, covered in strands of saliva, something primal surged inside him.

Without warning, he pulled her head forward and rammed his cock deep into her throat with brutality. A wet smack echoed.

"Cough... cough... slurp~"

She coughed, a reflexive reaction — but soon her throat tightened around him again, welcoming him back without losing composure. It was like her body had become addicted to him.

Aziz held that position for a few seconds, hips thrust forward, his entire cock buried in her throat, eyes shut in ecstasy. His breathing was ragged. His muscles tense. No words were needed — his expression said it all: the pleasure was overwhelming.

He began to move slowly, testing strokes. Even though he meant to punish her, he wanted to savor every second of that burning heat surrounding him. And Isis... she didn’t just take it — she gave back. Her ruthless tongue licked the base of his cock every time he plunged deep, as if to say "You can go further."

Taking a deep breath, Aziz increased the pace, the force, the intensity. Each thrust came harder, hungrier.

"Ghluck... ghluck... schlop... mmmn~"

The room filled with lewd sounds. Raw, alive, palpable lust. Isis now moved her head in sync with his thrusts, pushing herself against him, squeezing her throat tighter with each motion, as if she wanted him to lose control.

Aziz began to forget the original provocation. He forgot this had started as a lesson. Now it was just pleasure — pure, destructive, uncontrollable.

But then... something caught his eye. Looking down, he saw it. Between Isis’s kneeling thighs, a wet shine glistened on the floor. A clear, slippery fluid leaked discreetly from her center.

She was wet. Very wet.

A smile formed on his lips. He thrust harder now, with a plan in mind. Releasing his right hand from her hair, he reached for her breast, concealed beneath a sheer black nightgown. The moment he touched it, he knew — her nipple was completely erect, pressing against the fabric.

Without hesitation, he slipped his hand under the gown and grabbed her left breast firmly. It was warm, soft, firm. Perfect.

"Aha... look what we have here... my Isis is turned on, isn’t she?"

She looked up at him, still with her mouth full, still moving to please him — but there was something new in her eyes. Deep down, a flash of yearning. As if she craved his touch desperately. Aziz noticed it — though she quickly masked it with a teasing look.

But he had seen it. He had felt it. And he wouldn’t let that opportunity slip away.

Without slowing, he began to caress her breast more intensely, exploring every inch, every curve. Soon, his hand reached the nipple, and with a wicked grin, he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmmmmmph~"

A muffled moan vibrated around his cock, making him shiver. Her mouth didn’t stop. On the contrary — her head moved faster, her throat squeezing tighter, as if she were feeding off the pleasure of his touch.

She didn’t back down. Even as he teased, squeezed, and twisted her nipple with cruel gentleness, she continued — deeper, wetter, bolder. Her muffled moans turned the blowjob into a sloppy, obscene mess, with filthy sounds echoing throughout the room:

Schlurp~ Gluck~ Ghluck~ Cough~ Mnnngh~

"You’re not gonna stop, huh..." Aziz whispered through clenched teeth, staring at her with lust and awe.

Isis’s eyes stared up at him, slightly teary, but burning. As if to say "Not until you lose control."

Aziz squeezed her breast even harder, molding it in his palm like hot clay. He massaged, kneaded, slid his hand across its round curve. He was addicted to her reaction — how she moaned even with his cock deep in her throat, how her skin shivered under his touch, how her body trembled beneath the nightgown.

The nipple in his fingers was his weapon now. He pulled it, twisted it, pressed it — testing her limits — and Isis responded with louder moans, deeper suction, her throat clutching him with a possessive grip.

"You want me to come, don’t you, you addicted little vampire...?" he growled, hips snapping forward harder, feeling her throat flex and mold around him.

Her reply was immediate — a new squeeze, hotter, tighter. Her throat sucked him with pulsing intensity, as if it wanted to draw everything from him.

"M-mmn... Isis..."

Aziz moaned loud, voice hoarse and trembling. He knew he was close. The pleasure swelled like lava, rising to the brink. The wet mouth, the tight throat, the muffled moans, the soft breast in his hand... everything pushed him toward an imminent climax.

Isis seemed desperate now — but not for herself. For him.

She sped up her movements, head bobbing in fast, nearly frantic rhythm. Her lips were stretched, red, drool running down her chin. The nightgown clung to her like a second skin, breasts swaying slightly with each motion, and Aziz’s hand still twisting her nipple.

"You want me to come... you want it all, don’t you..." he panted, eyes half-lidded, struggling to hold back.

But it was already too late.

With one final, deep thrust, he felt his body explode. Heat surged up his spine like lightning, gathering at the base and bursting through the tip of his cock, straight into Isis’s throat.

"Ughh... Isis!"

At that exact moment, she trembled.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her body curling slightly — and a fresh stream of liquid gushed down her thighs, soaking the floor shamelessly. She came too. Just from his touch and the pleasure of satisfying him. A shared climax — a silent dance of lust and dominance.

*Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.*

*Splshh... schlrp... psshhh*

Even as he erupted, she kept sucking him eagerly, not letting a single drop escape her mouth, as if trying to prolong that moment of absolute ecstasy. Her once-free hands now clutched his thighs, squeezing tightly, trying to contain the storm consuming her from within.

Aziz stood still, feeling the last waves of pleasure pulse through him, her face still pressed into his groin. His breathing was heavy, his fingers still gripping her breast — but now, with tenderness.

"Isis..." he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

She looked up at him, still kneeling, dazed from climax — yet with a victorious spark still glowing in her eyes... or maybe it was just the satisfied gaze of someone who had finally been tamed — even if only for a moment.

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