Chapter 66: Ch66: Revelation

*Chu~*

The kiss broke with a wet thread of saliva still connecting their lips. For a moment they only breathed against each other — ragged, hot, eyes locked.

Chests rising and falling in the same uneven rhythm.

Amelia’s head dropped onto his shoulder. Her mind went blank. No thoughts. No words. Nothing left except the one thing that always came first: Nyle.

His cock was buried all the way in, the last weak pulses dying inside her ruined asshole. Cum was already starting to leak around the shaft every time she clenched.

Nyle kept his body straight, arms locked around her waist and chest so that she wouldn’t fold.

He walked toward the bedroom in the corner, her feet barely touching the floor.

’Heh... she looks properly broken,’ he thought.

Nyle pulled out just long enough to lay her face-down on the bed. Her cheek pressed into the sheets, lips parted. He caught both her wrists, locked them behind, then thrust in slow and steady.

*Squelch~*

A soft, wet sound as he pushed in. Her hole, already sloppy with his load, took him deep with almost no resistance — then fluttered hard around him, trying to keep every drop inside.

Amelia’s fingers curled uselessly behind her back. A broken little moan spilled into the mattress, a smile of bliss on her face — almost torogao.

*PLAP~*

"Hnnhn~ mmnh..." she moaned into the sheets.

...

A few minutes later he pulled out with a wet pop. To his surprise, nothing followed. His cum stayed trapped inside her hole, clenching tight around the emptiness — only a thin glossy smear left on her rim.

A slow, pleased smile spread across her face.

Nyle flipped her onto her back and laid his glistening, cum-coated shaft across her mouth. The heat of it made her exhale against the underside.

*Suck~ Lick~ Suck~ Suck~*

Nyle didn’t have to say a word.

Amelia’s mouth opened on its own — slow, deliberate, like her body had already made the decision before her mind caught up.

Her tongue swept across her lower lip, chasing the last trace of him, and then she pulled him back in with a soft, shameless moan of relief.

Like she’d been starving.

Like this was the only thing that made sense.

"More," she breathed around him, the word dissolving into something wet and desperate. "I need more."

Nyle looked down at her.

"More?" He repeated the word like he was tasting it. "I can do that." His thumb traced a lazy line along her jaw. "But first — you need to answer one simple question."

She nodded, pupils blown wide.

He let the silence stretch just long enough to feel like a threat.

"Where does Damion’s mother live?"

The moment those words reached her ears, her eyebrows narrowed with visible suspicion. She looked up at him with a careful, measured gaze — the kind that gave nothing away.

"Why do you want to know?" Amelia asked, her tone low.

The warmth drained from Nyle’s face.

He pulled back — slow, deliberate — and she felt the loss of him like a cold draft. Before she could chase it, he drew the wet tip in a firm, dragging stroke across her cheek.

*Slap*

Her head turned with the impact.

*Slap-slap*

*Slap*

"Good girl," he said quietly, almost gently, "don’t question their master." He tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her eyes to meet his. "And masters— " his cock hovered just above her nose, close enough that her eyes crossed chasing the tip "don’t feel generous when they’re being tested."

The room was dead quiet except for her breathing.

"Sorry." The word came out small. Smaller than she meant it to. "Master." She swallowed. "I won’t question you again." Her tongue reached for him without permission — instinct, hunger, something she couldn’t name.

But Amelia being Amelia, surrender always came with a price. She pulled back just enough to look up at him.

"I’ll tell you," she said in a smooth but slightly rough voice. "But only if you give me what I actually want."

Nyle didn’t negotiate. Didn’t hesitate. He yanked back, hooked her legs apart, looped one arm beneath her neck — and drove himself into her in a single, unbroken thrust.

*SQUELCH~!!*

The sound was obscene — wet and deep and unavoidable.

Amelia’s jaw locked. Her back bowed off the mattress, eyes dropped immediately — almost involuntarily — to where they joined, as her body stretched around him, swallowing him inch by inch until there was nothing left to take.

A slow, satisfied smile crept across her face. Tongue sliding out lazily to one corner. Eyes heavy with exactly the kind of pleasure she’d been bargaining for.

"Holivia lives in Oakwest Village, Master." Her voice came out fractured. "Ahhn~ She visits Mexus sometimes — her son Damion is doing his Masters at Cedar College of Botanical Sciences."

Nyle paused, processing her words. His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought over the information, which seemed to be everything she knew.

"And recently —" Amelia paused, sucking in a sharp breath, steadying herself. "she told me she’d visit my place. After paying her son’s college fee."

Nyle’s hips snapped forward before he’d made a conscious decision to move.

"Really."

It wasn’t a question.

Amelia gave a soft nod — or tried to. It dissolved into something else entirely as he found his rhythm, hips rolling faster, chasing the heat of what she’d just handed him.

For the next few minutes, thinking wasn’t something either of them were doing.

*PLAP! Plap! PLAP! plap~*

"Ahn~ Ahh~ Ahnh~ ahhnhn~"

Every last word she had left was uttered brokenly, and the creak of the bed melded with the wet, rhythmic sounds that she couldn’t have muffled even if she’d tried.

"When is she coming?" he asked, jaw tight, not slowing.

"M-might be this upcoming weekend. Or before. I’m— ahhn~ I’m not completely sure..." she gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets

Nyle’s grip grew firmer.

"Hmm... if she’s arriving from that distance, why don’t we plan an surprise for her?" he mused with a sly grin spreading across his face.