She didn't hesitate to take in even more, even as his dick became much harder, pulsing in her mouth as she closed her tongue around it, sucking as she moved her head back and forth.
Voldrak didn't move, watching her attend to him, slowly at first, then gradually increasing her speed.
Loud slurping sounds echoed around him, but slowly Voldrak couldn't hear them anymore as the immense pleasure coursed through him.
He growled low as watching her became too much, his hips slowly thrusting in rhythm with her pace until he began to set his own. Gripping the back of her head, he pushed a little deeper until he felt the back of her throat, surprised to see her almost choke, only to push through it, staring up at him with complete trust and approval.
Voldrak was just wondering how much more she could take when a loud ding echoed in his head, and words slowly appeared in his vision, unfamiliar and unwanted as he read the first notification.
{CONDITIONS MET}
"What the—" he muttered as more text appeared.
{DUAL-CULTIVATION SYSTEM ACTIVATED}
{There is the automatic or manual option. Which one would you prefer?}
{This is completely in your control}
{Choose}
Floyda must have noticed his distraction. Voldrak's attention snapped back to her as she squeezed the larger part of his dick still enclosed in her mouth, sucking with even more fervor than before, enough for him to feel an intense wave of pleasure building. He also noticed how quickly every trace of fatigue had vanished from his body, while her face paled the longer she continued.
"You can stop!" Voldrak said, shocked to see a large trace of fear flash across her face as she shook her head without stopping.
The notifications didn't help as they continued flashing in his vision, obscuring Floyda's actions.
{DUAL-CULTIVATION SYSTEM ACTIVATED}
{There is the automatic or manual option. Which one would you prefer?}
{This is completely in your control}
{DUAL-CULTIVATION SYSTEM ACTIVATED}
{There is the automatic or manual option. Which one would you prefer?}
{This is completely in your control}
Voldrak gritted his teeth in frustration as he felt it continue. The murmuring of the crowd and the voices nearby didn't help.
"I guess she's a terrible slave; she can't even do something so simple."
"She'll die at this rate! I pity anyone he picks later!"
"She's not good enough! Bald, with calluses on her hands, who would find her attractive? I don't blame him."
Voldrak almost told her to stop but saw her working even harder, willing to choke as she took him deeper, his tip hitting the back of her throat. He could hear their words, and he knew she could too. A pang of pity struck him as he pulled out, watching her panic before shoving himself back in. He thrust as fast as he could, concentrating hard, ignoring the persistent notifications in his vision.
"You're doing great!" he whispered to her as he thrust.
"I'm about to—" he groaned, surprised to see a flash of pleasure in her eyes as she widened her mouth, begging for him to finish deep in her throat.
He did, feeling himself release in thick streams as she swallowed every drop, cleaning him with precision before he pulled out. The remnants of pleasure faded just as he heard the announcement he had been waiting for.
{The ceremony ends! You may both leave the Pavilion}
Voldrak didn't hesitate, walking off with his shoulders held high. He was surprised to see that the crowd no longer followed him with their eyes, as if what they had seen was normal. Behind him, he heard Floyda's footsteps. Even without looking back, he knew she would follow him now, and though he didn't like it, she was his responsibility.
It wasn't until they exited the building that Voldrak turned to speak to her.
"I'm guessing I don't have the authority to set you free," he said, watching a trace of surprise flash across her face, almost as if it was an answer he should already know. Still, she lowered her head and answered with utmost respect.
"A slave can only gain freedom by fighting in the PARADIM, either with a human or a beast."
"How often do slaves fight beasts?" Voldrak asked, already knowing the answer before she responded with another bow.
"Rare, my lord. Yours is the first in decades."
'I'm guessing my dear brother had something to do with that,' Voldrak thought. It was something he would have cared more about if he wasn't focused on leaving the base realm and moving to the lower realm. His destination was the Immortal realm, above the heavens, and there were only three ways to reach it:
'First, live a very good life and at the end be granted passage as an immortal by the Pure supremes. Second, live a very bad life and be granted passage as an immortal by the Dark supremes. Third, force your way through.
Voldrak didn't have the patience to live a peaceful life as a mortal while Hugor grew stronger. That left him only one option: to force his way through each realm, gaining enough power to no longer be considered mortal.
'Like blindsiding the earth into seeing me as an immortal so I can be ejected,' Voldrak thought as he turned back to Floyda, who stood with her head bowed.
"First order: stop bowing. Second: look me in the eyes when I speak to you. Third: you belong to me now, and everything I say is never to be spoken to another but me. Fourth: find us a place to eat!"
"As much as it pains me to say this, I'm hungry!" he added, a trace of disgust flashing across his face as he realized his body required food—just one of many mortal necessities.
"Voldrak of the dark," he sighed with a grim expression. "How low you've fallen."