"You're really not holding back."
"Why would I?" she whispered. "Let me serve you to the fullest."
Leon didn't hesitate. He wasn't some clueless kid—back on Earth, he'd fucked his way through plenty, and he wasn't about to play coy.
He grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed. They were big, soft, heavy in his grip. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting and pulling them.
"Ahhhhnnn!" she moaned, grinding her hips against his thigh.
He kept going—groping, massaging, pulling. Then he leaned down and bit one of her nipples.
"Aaahhh! Haaaahnnn!"
Her moans bounced off the walls. He switched to the other nipple, biting down, tugging with his teeth. She gasped and whimpered with every movement.
"Haaaahn! M-Master—!"
He pushed her tits together and bit both nipples at once. She cried out again, louder.
"Aaaah! F-Fuck—!"
He bit her neck, then her shoulder, then her back. She shivered. He moved his hands down and grabbed her ass, spreading her wide.
Then he grabbed her fox ears and tugged.
"Aahhh—!" she squealed. "My ears—ahhhhnnn!"
"You like that?" he asked.
"Yes—! Nghhh, d-don't stop—!"
He grabbed her by the hair, forced her to look at him.
"You're mine now," he growled.
"Yes, Master," she gasped. "All yours."
She dropped into the water, sinking to her knees on the pool floor, silver hair drifting around her face. Her eyes locked onto his through the water—focused, hungry. Her hands gripped his thighs.
Then she wrapped her lips around his cock.
No warning. No buildup.
Her mouth was hot even underwater. Tight seal, sucking hard. Her tongue flicked over the tip, then dragged along the underside as she swallowed him deep in one smooth pull.
Leon groaned, gripping the ledge, hips jerking forward. She went right to work—head bobbing, cheeks hollowing, throat flexing around him. Everything was muffled under the water, but the pressure? Insane.
Every fifteen seconds, she came up gasping—water pouring off her face, tits bouncing, nipples hard. "Mmmh…" she moaned, breathless, teasing, and dove back down. Lips clamped back on like she couldn't get enough.
Her muffled sounds vibrated through his cock. Her fingers dug into his thighs. Her tails thrashed behind her, kicking up waves. She was fucking relentless.
Leon dropped a hand to her head. He didn't guide her, just held her there, letting her suck him raw. The steam, the water, her mouth working him like a machine—it was all too much.
She surfaced again, eyes wild, mouth slick. "Master…" she gasped, voice rough and wet with spit and pool water.
Then she went back under.
He lost control.
His hand locked around her head. He held her down, not letting her pull back as he shoved his cock deeper. She let out a muffled squeal—bubbles blasting out of her nose as she struggled.
"Mmph!"
She clawed at his thighs, smacked the bottom of the pool, tails whipping around like crazy. He didn't stop. Couldn't. He thrust into her mouth, chasing the high building fast.
"Fuck—!"
He came hard. Thick pulses. Cum flooding her throat instantly. She tried to swallow but it was too much—white strings spilling from her lips, floating up in cloudy streaks. She fought harder, but he kept her down, cock buried to the base, unloading every drop.
Only when he finished did he let go.
She shot up, coughing and choking, gasping for air. Water and cum sprayed from her mouth. She grabbed the pool's edge, face red, eyes wide. Her chin and lips were coated. She tried to swallow the rest but gagged, sputtering.
Leon's heart was pounding. "Shit… Selene. You good?"
She wiped her mouth, still catching her breath. Her voice was hoarse. "I'm fine, Master." She forced a weak smile. "I wanted to make you feel good."
He pulled her close, her wet body pressing against him.
"Yeah. You fucking did," he muttered. Then he looked her dead in the eyes. "But don't pull that drowning shit again."
Leon's voice dropped, low and rough. "You still haven't served me fully."
Selene turned her head slightly, smirking. Her breath was still ragged, cum dripping from her mouth, but the hunger in her eyes burned hotter than ever. "Then use me, Master," she whispered. "Use me however you want."
Without waiting, she turned around in the pool and bent forward, elbows resting on the stone edge, tits half-floating as the water lapped at her chest. Her ass rose up from the surface—round, thick, jiggling with every tiny shift. She reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide open.
Her puckered hole twitched in the cool air, fully exposed. Beneath it, her pussy was flushed, slick, the lips swollen and begging.
"Fuck," Leon growled under his breath. He didn't ask. He didn't hesitate.
He stepped up behind her, grabbed his cock—still dripping with her spit and his cum—and stroked it once. Then he lined it up, pressed the tip against her pussy, and rammed it inside.
All the way.
Selene screamed.
Her body jolted, splashing water everywhere. The stretch was brutal. Her tight virgin pussy clenched around him like a vice, fighting to take all 25 centimeters of his thick cock. Blood spilled instantly, darkening the water in swirling tendrils beneath her.
Her grip on the pool's edge went white-knuckled.
But Leon didn't stop.
He pulled back just enough for the head to slip free, then drove it right back in—harder, deeper, with a slap of wet flesh against flesh.
"A-AH! F-FUCK!" she cried out, eyes wide, face twisted in pain and pleasure.
"You're mine now," he growled, grabbing her waist with both hands and slamming into her again. "This tight little cunt belongs to me."
Selene whimpered, her voice breaking. "Y-Yes…! Yours, Master… all yours…!"
He pounded into her without mercy, the sound of his hips smacking her ass echoing through the steamy chamber. Her pussy sucked him in every time, like it didn't want to let go—clinging, fluttering, squeezing. Even through the blood and the stretch, it was like heaven.
She was soaking the pool red, but neither of them cared.