The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 644 - 99 - To The Holy City (9)

Looking at her now, I could barely believe my eyes. Rose—the Rose—was in this state. This helpless, fragile, bound form. It didn't seem real. She had always carried herself with that unshakable coolness, the kind of woman who made others look twice without even trying. Her style was effortlessly sharp, with that unmistakable tomboyish vibe that somehow made her even more attractive. Confident, sharp-tongued, distant—she had it all. And yet, here she was… completely restrained and trembling beneath me.

This version of her was vulnerable, exposed… mine.

There was a distinct, indescribable satisfaction blooming in my chest—a primal sense of conquest. Not just physical dominance, but something deeper. She had accepted it. Accepted me. Accepted that she now belonged to me. Even if there were still flickers of hesitation dancing behind her eyes, she hadn't resisted. She had surrendered.

Right now, her arms and legs were bound tightly, her body displayed so provocatively that resisting the temptation was impossible. The ropes pulled her into the perfect position, and the way her ass raised and her thighs spread—it was like she had been sculpted into this pose.

And that sight... it was driving me insane.

My eyes trailed down to her crotch, where the rope was pressed taut between her legs, digging tightly into the cleft of her pussy. The fabric had already turned darker with wetness, soaking up her arousal as it clung against her skin. Each second that passed, it glistened a little more.

I reached down and gave the rope a hard tug.

"Mnnnnn…!"

Her voice escaped instantly, muffled and raw. Her back arched hard against the restraints, the pull of the rope causing it to press even deeper into her folds. I could feel the pressure it must've exerted on her clit and slit—grinding into her soft, sensitive flesh. The reaction was immediate. She squirmed under the tension, her muscles twitching with overstimulation. That moan was proof of how good it felt.

Then, slowly, I took the soaked rope and moved it aside, letting her pussy breathe. The moment her slit was freed, a warm, intoxicating scent hit me. A sharp, sweet aroma, like citrus in the summer heat. It made my head spin. The scent of her arousal overwhelmed my senses and stirred something deep inside me.

I leaned closer, bringing my face near her exposed skin, and started to trace my tongue along the side of her crotch. Not directly over her pussy—but deliberately to the side. The teasing edge of my tongue moved slowly, gliding across the warm skin just near enough to make her go mad, but never quite touching her entrance.

"Mnnn…! Mmm… Mmm…"

She tried to speak, her muffled moans breaking through the gag. I could already guess what she wanted. She was begging—pleading without words—for me to finally give her what she craved.

I couldn't help but smirk and play along. "What is that? What are you trying to say?"

"Mnnn…! Mmm, mmm…!"

Her hips bucked upward, her body trying to speak for her in ways her voice couldn't. She was practically presenting herself, begging to be taken.

"I see... Well, if that's the case," I murmured with a low, deliberate tone, "then I suppose I have no choice… I must punish this horny bitch."

I positioned myself behind her, guiding my cock to her entrance. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, practically calling out to me. I let the tip of my cock swirl gently against her wet lips, teasing the entrance, letting her feel the presence of it—making her ache even more—before I finally pushed inside.

"Hnnnn!!!"

Her cry was sharp and loud, a mix of surprise and bliss. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight, welcoming me in with a desperation that felt as if she had been waiting for this for far too long.

I gripped her waist firmly, pulling her hips back as I began to thrust. My movements were smooth at first, but quickly grew more aggressive. The sound of my hips slapping against her thick, jiggling ass echoed loudly through the room, the rhythm deep and intoxicating.

Her pussy was so wet—each thrust was met with a messy squelch as her love juices coated my cock, slick and warm. The moment I pushed in fully, I could feel her arousal leaking out from the edges, trickling down the length of my shaft and pooling at the base.

"Mnnn, mmm, mmm…! Mnnn, mmm, mm…!"

Rose was trembling beneath me, shaking uncontrollably with every stroke. Her moans stuttered with rhythm, matching the pounding pace of my hips. I could feel her inner walls tightening more and more, desperately trying to milk me, cling to me. That overwhelming sense of control—of absolute ownership—was flooding through me.

Her ass bounced beautifully with every impact. I was hypnotized by the way her body reacted. Each push, each stroke, made her jiggle in just the right way—it was impossible to look away.

Rose's body was incredible. Fucking her like this was pure ecstasy.

"Mnnn, mmm…! Mmm....!!"

Her gagged voice grew louder, her moans higher-pitched. I could feel the pulsing around my cock. She was close. And so was I.

"Cum, Rose. Cum with my dick inside you!" I roared, voice hoarse and deep with lust. "I'm going to cum as well!"

I snapped my hips faster now, pounding her relentlessly. Her pussy became sloppy, drenched with the mix of our fluids. I aimed for her sweet spot inside, hitting it again and again with brutal precision. Her legs trembled violently in the ropes.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"

She came hard. Her whole body convulsed in waves of pleasure, and at that same moment, I buried myself deep and erupted inside her. My cum shot straight into her, thick and hot, filling her completely.

***

That night, Rose and I fucked each other.

I wasn't exactly sure if Rose had always been a masochist, but she certainly embraced every moment of it like it was second nature. The way she reacted with her body shivering with every lash of stimulation, the glint of hunger in her eyes, the way her moans deepened every time she was bound tighter, there was no doubt that she loved being restrained and absolutely dominated by me.

I had her on the erotic furniture again and again—twisting her limbs into new angles, pushing her limits, and using every inch of her body without mercy. I didn't let her rest for even a second, and in turn, she returned the favor, pulling me back in with her legs or biting her lip to provoke me again.

Now, we had made our way back to the bed, but the fucking hadn't slowed down—it had only grown more passionate, more desperate,

and more intoxicating. Just like Trill and Titania, her skin was a beautiful canvas of red, where the tight ropes had left their mark. Those rope burns traced her curves like sacred tattoos of submission, glowing against the sheen of sweat covering her skin. In this state, she looked impossibly erotic—like a goddess reduced to a trembling, bound woman who had surrendered everything.

"Aaah, ahh… ahhh, ahh, ahh… I'm losing my mind… It feels so good~! It feels so gooooodd~!!!"

Her voice—light, melodic, yet cracked from overuse—echoed into the room like a lustful hymn. Her moans poured from her lips in shaky rhythm, unfiltered and raw, like she was losing grip of reality. Her eyes had glazed over, rolling back and unfocused. Her body trembled as I came inside her again, not holding back in the slightest. It felt like my cock had only one purpose—to cum inside her, to breed her until her body couldn't take anymore.

Her soft stomach was a mess—slathered in thick, sticky white cum. It trickled down her sides and dripped onto the bedsheets, while her pussy was so utterly stuffed with semen that her lower belly was beginning to swell slightly from how much I had pushed into her.

"Ahhh, ahh, ahh…! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh~!!!"

Her moans grew louder and higher in pitch, losing any sense of restraint. Her hips rocked into me, desperate for one more thrust, one more wave. I could feel her tightening around me again. I growled, pushing my hips faster, grinding deeper, slamming into the sweet spot I knew made her fall apart every time.

"Aaaaahnnnngggg~!!! Cumminggggggggg~!!!"

She screamed in a euphoric tremor, her fingers digging into the sheets, her back arched like a bow drawn to its limit. Her body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath me.

I groaned deeply and released another thick load inside her, but this time, her pussy couldn't hold any more. The moment I pulled out, semen gushed from her gaping hole, overflowing. With a low grunt, I rubbed my cock, still hard and throbbing, and released the rest of my cum all over her exposed stomach. It splashed warmly across her skin, while she continued to shiver from the aftershocks of climax.

***

Yr's POV

I slowly blinked awake, still buried in sleepiness.

Even though I was barely conscious, I could already hear the soft shuffling of clothes and quiet murmurs in the room. Leon, Trill, Titania, and Rose were already getting ready.

"Oh, good morning, Yr. It looks like you're still quite sleepy," Trill greeted me with a warm chuckle.

I let out a long breath, sat up slightly, raised my arms into a stretch, and released a quiet yawn. My whole body felt heavy, yet light—refreshed and exhausted all at once. My muscles begged me to lie back down, and so, without thinking, I gave in and dropped flat onto the bed again.

"Come on, sleepyhead. We're about to leave," Nia said in a lightly scolding tone as she approached.

"Five more minutes…"

"That 'five minutes' will turn into five hours if we let you be. Come now, Yr. We're going to Leon's hometown, remember?"

With a sigh, I finally gave in and sat up on the edge of the bed, blinking the sleep away from my eyes. But then something caught my attention.

Across from me, red markings glowed softly against skin.

They weren't just on Titania. I saw them on Trill too… and even on Professor Rose.

I tilted my head to the side, puzzled by what I was seeing.