Pah pah pah
The sharp sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, each brutal thrust shaking her body as his cock drove deep into her soaked, quivering pussy.
Her back arched against the bed, legs spread wide, trembling uncontrollably as his hips slammed into her with relentless force.
Squelch squelch
"Ahnn! Haaah! Nghhh!"
Her cries mixed with the obscene wet squelch of her pussy gripping his cock, juices gushing out with every stroke and trickling down to stain the sheets. His hand gripped her delicate arms tightly, pressing them straight down against his abdomen.
The position forced her plump, full breasts to press together between her arms, the soft flesh jiggling uncontrollably as he used her body like a handle to anchor his thrusts.
His other hand moved expertly over her chest, fingers pinching and twisting her erect nipples, forcing her breasts together even tighter. The friction of his touch sent jolts through her body, her sensitive mounds trembling under his rough, commanding movements.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
The rapid slapping of his hips against her thighs grew louder, accompanied by her high-pitched gasps and moans.
Her head tilted back, tongue lolling out as drool dripped from her parted lips, her eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
"IEEEK!" "Unghh!" "HNGGH!?"
Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, its velvety walls stretching to accommodate his girth.
Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her body convulsing as slick fluids sprayed from her with every punishing stroke.
Her chest heaved, boobs bouncing wildly as he drove her deeper into the mattress.
"Nnghh! Hnnngh!" Her muffled cries only seemed to encourage him, his cock slamming harder, the swollen head pounding against her cervix and reshaping her insides.
The relentless pounding left her trembling, her juices coating his cock and dripping onto his thighs.
The bed creaked beneath them, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in rhythm with her stifled whimpers.
[Establishing the connection...]
[Host will soon enter the subconscious space of her Dominion...]
But soon enough, another sound pierced the silence, pulling Akhil's focus toward a screen.
Suddenly, a sharp white light blinded his vision, and in the next moment, he found himself standing before a massive golden door.
The metallic sheen of the door gleamed faintly, while smoke swirled in the nearby space behind him, as though urging him to move forward rather than step back.
"Is this her dominion?" Akhil murmured, his gaze scanning the space around him.
A thick fog enveloped the area, with the golden gate standing prominently ahead.
The faint golden hue within the mist struck a familiar chord, reminding him of her dominion.
It made sense—this was likely her subconscious territory, a realm shaped by her ability to influence others' minds.
The absence of visible artifacts only confirmed his suspicion.
[ Host, this is her dominion. ]
The system's confirmation sealed the realization.
With no artifacts in sight, it was clear this place was uniquely hers.
Steeling himself, Akhil moved toward the imposing golden door.
"And this must be her collection of artifacts, right?" he mused.
It wasn't hard for him to deduce—given the connection established by the system—that this space was likely tied to her bloodline artifacts.
Fragments of her legacy might be housed here.
[ Absolutely correct, Host. ]
Without further hesitation, Akhil pressed both hands against the door and pushed.
As he did, he felt the fog resisting him faintly, as though attempting to halt his progress.
Yet, its resistance lacked strength—almost timid.
He realized that her mental state must be in disarray; this fog mirrored her helplessness.
Under normal circumstances, it would have barred his entry to this subconscious realm.
As the door creaked open, a vast hall stretched out before him.
Its walls were lined with towering shelves crafted from gold and marble, though they housed only a handful of objects.
Each artifact exuded an air of quiet dignity, faintly glowing with hues of blue, green, or silver.
Yet, their power seemed dormant—like unpolished gems, untouched by purpose.
Akhil's eyes roamed across the room as his steps carried him cautiously forward.
The fog trailed behind him like a hesitant shadow, reluctant but present.
The system's voice chimed softly.
[ Host, only one artifact can be awakened. Her dominion is not strong enough to sustain more than one at a time. Please choose wisely. ]
Akhil halted, his gaze flickering between the scattered artifacts.
The system's explanation made sense.
Each dominion was a unique space where artifacts could be stored.
The residual energy leaking from these artifacts often gave rise to the dominion's abilities.
While some individuals possessed inherent dominions without artifacts, these spaces were finite.
A powerful artifact placed within a dominion could clash with others, potentially killing the user.
This limitation made it impossible for most to wield more than one artifact.
However, Akhil's situation was different.
The system's storage function freed him from such constraints.
Each artifact seemed to call to him faintly, their weak abilities whispering promises of utility.
Yet none struck him as significant—none except the artifact at the center.
His gaze lingered there, lips pressing into a thin line.
"Only one, huh? She really is of royal bloodline..."
The artifacts told a story.
If she had been of mixed blood, there should have been hundreds—perhaps thousands—of artifact fragments.
Yet here, only a dozen, perhaps fewer, rested.
Their scarcity spoke of the purity of her lineage.
He turned to the nearest artifact, an obsidian shard faintly glowing in its place.
[ Fragment of Anot' Mirror: Temporarily reveals emotional vulnerabilities within a target. Duration: 5 seconds. ]