An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

He chuckled softly, his voice a murmur in her ear, "Relax… it's one-way glass. They can't see us."

At his reassurance, Lily sighed, though the thought of being on display, exposed, added a wild thrill that made her pulse race even harder. Her heart pounded, her breaths shallow, while Arthur's thrusts grew stronger, her legs shaking until she knelt, yielding fully beneath him.

"Ahh…" Arthur groaned, watching himself sliding in and out, savoring the sight of her body surrendering, flushed and trembling beneath him. He leaned down, driving deeper, feeling her quiver around him as he reached her ear, his voice a taunting whisper, "Are you getting turned on just thinking someone could see you? You're getting even more wet… do you want to be watched?"

Arthur's words sent a rush through her, leaving her gasping, her heart pounding faster. She didn't answer, but her body seemed to react on its own, pressing back against him, craving each deep, intense thrust. He felt her tense around him, her hands gripping the edge of the window as if it were the only thing keeping her steady.

Driven by her response, Arthur leaned in closer, his mouth tracing along her neck as his hips moved in a relentless rhythm. Her breaths were quick, her body alive under his hands, and every sound she made drove him to go harder, deeper. His grip tightened on her hips as he held her in place, watching the way her back arched, her head tilting back with each movement.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a teasing, heated whisper. "You love this, don't you? The idea of being watched… it makes you want more, doesn't it?"

Lily's face flushed as she instinctively lowered her head in embarrassment. But as she glanced down, her eyes were drawn to Arthur's hands, firmly gripping her breasts, kneading them with a relentless hunger. The sight made her pulse race, her skin tingling as she watched his glistening length sliding in and out of her, the rhythm deep and erotic. She bit her lip, feeling a rush of pleasure course through her, her body responding with a tightening sensation, almost uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Arthur straightened, pulling her flush against him, his firm abdomen pressing tightly to her, making her shudder from the solid contact. His thrusts were relentless, each one pushing her closer to the edge. He leaned down, trailing warm, teasing kisses along her bare back, his lips brushing over her smooth, sweat-slicked skin, savoring every inch of her. His tongue traced along her shoulder blades, and each touch sent an electric thrill through her.

"Ah… ah, slow down…" she gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity.

He chuckled softly, a husky sound against her skin. "Slow or fast? Tell me, Lily…"

Her breath hitched as she looked up, meeting his gaze for a moment before her eyes drifted shut, lost in the moment. A soft, silvery light from the moon bathed them, casting a glow over their intertwined bodies, their skin shimmering under the thin veil of sweat, intensifying the scene's intimacy.

Arthur held her waist firmly as she knelt before him, his grunts low and deep, filling the space between them. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her thighs trembling from the intense sensations that rippled through her. Every touch, every movement, drew her deeper into a wordless state of bliss, Arthur's rhythm sending her to the brink.

Her stomach clenched suddenly, and a heated wave crashed over her as her release poured forth, her body shuddering uncontrollably, her breath catching. She was pushed forward, her body still trembling, her core pulsing as her release intensified, spilling out in a surge of ecstasy. Her juices were poring out like waterfall.

At that moment, Arthur let out a deep groan, his hands grasping her firmly as he followed her over the edge. His breathing was ragged as he held her close, filling her completely, his body heavy with satisfaction.

Lily lay limp, her breath still catching up from the intense climax, but Arthur's low voice stirred her from the haze. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he murmured, his voice a teasing drawl.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Even as he spoke, she felt his still erect dick nestled deep within her, his length unyielding. Each slight movement he made sent a lingering ache through her, a reminder of how he had claimed her moments before. She twisted her hips, uncomfortable yet sensitive, and her voice came out in a soft whine. "Master… can't you just pull it out?"

Arthur chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her flushed cheek, his fingers tracing over her skin as he indulged her playful complaints. A mischievous gleam shone in his eyes. "Not a chance. Your pussy is holding on it so tightly," he murmured, his tone shamelessly suggestive, his hand caressing her waist to keep her close. Stay connected through empire

Then he smirked, his voice deep and unrelenting. "I'm far from done, Lily… there's still plenty left to give."

As he took slow steps back toward the bed, Lily's face flushed, her body still hypersensitive from before. "Master… please," she whimpered softly, her hands clasping as she was laid down on the bed, her pleading gaze meeting his. "I can't take any more… have mercy on me. My pussy is totally sore and swollen. It can't take any more."

But just as Arthur was about to push forward, Lily's body betrayed her, her labia already swollen, her body rejecting the intrusion. A sharp cry tore from her throat, a scream not of pleasure, but of pain.

Arthur froze. He pulled away instinctively, his hand lingering on her waist as he looked down at her, concern flickering in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, young master," Lily said, her voice trembling with regret. "Tonight, too, I was unable to satisfy you."

Arthur shook his head, his expression softening as he reached out, gently cupping her cheek. "You don't need to apologize. It's not your fault."

But just as the weight of the moment hung in the air, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind, cutting through the silence.

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But just as he was about to act, the door creaked open.

A familiar figure entered.