I thrust hard into Miria, my hips slapping loudly against her rear. Her body was slightly raised above the red bedsheets as I held her thighs in my hands, almost hugging them.
Miria moaned softly and repeatedly as I continued pushing inside her with increasing force. With every moan from her lips, her tightness only grew, her heat rising. Her legs trembled and began wrapping around my neck, pulling me down on top of her.
I didn't let myself fall fully on her; I stopped just before she could drag me completely. Instead, I unwrapped her legs from around my neck and lowered them beside my hips. If she wanted, she could wrap them there, but even then, I'd still keep some control.
I took a moment to catch my breath, then another to look at Miria's flushed, blissful expression. I smirked at her. She raised an eyebrow in surprise before chuckling to herself. I knew she could easily overpower me if she wanted to, but she didn't—because I had asked for this as a farewell gift before her mission. And now, I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted with her, and I was going to take full advantage of it.
Before I even let out a third breath, one of my hands grabbed her hip and the other her thigh. With a sudden movement, I lifted her slightly and spun her around while still deep inside. She fell awkwardly, landing on her stomach. The unexpected motion freed my lower half from her heated embrace—but not for long.
My eyes looked at Miria's face as she turned slightly to glance at me. She didn't look pleased, but she still hadn't moved. From there, my eyes focused again on her lower back—round, soft, and red. Without waiting another second, I reached out and grabbed her lower belly, lifting it slightly to align with my front.
Before thrusting back in, I looked at her again. Her long black hair covered most of her expression, but her eyes were silently focused on me. I wondered for a moment what she was thinking—but the way her arched back pulled at my waist answered that question well enough. So, I pushed deep inside her, into the expected tightness of her lower belly.
The sound of my hips smacking her rear echoed loudly in the room, mixed with her soft, melodic moans. I had already let go of her lower belly, and instead, I filled my hands with hers, pulling them toward me, lifting her upper half slightly off the bed. The position was awkward for her, but perfect and satisfying to my eyes. It was a sight to remember.
Miria's displeasure had already melted into delight as she moaned with every movement inside her. She seemed to be enjoying herself but was reluctant to show it fully—maybe to avoid finding herself in this kind of situation too often. But I was ready to push my pleasure to a new height to care.
So, I stopped thrusting against her rear and let go of her hands. Her body fell ungracefully onto the bed with one final moan.
Miria turned to look at me curiously, her face flushed red. But before she could say anything, her expression turned to shock as I grabbed one of her horns under my hand.
She was about to scream "No," but instead let out a loud moan as I pulled her head sideways by the horn while thrusting deep into her, making her lower body twist to the side.
Feeling her horn under my hand was strange. For one, it was cold—but its coldness didn't spread to my hand or affect it. It was a strange kind of cold—one that didn't affect my skin. In fact, it was an intoxicating and arousing sensation, even just looking at Miria as she shivered beneath me. She tried to remove my hand from her horn, but with each thrust, her strength gave out and her hand fell away.
On any other day, I wouldn't have dared to touch her horns. She had warned me not to. But my current courage came from her promise to me. She had promised to let me do anything I wanted with her if I completed my learning mission within a set time. And with that more-than-motivating incentive, I had unlocked a new cunning within me. Now, I was enjoying the rewards of my hard work.
I moved my free hand and grabbed Miria's thigh, shifting it to the side to expose the space between her legs. It was entirely flushed from our repeated collisions, and with each new thrust, I only grew harder inside her. As a result, the resistance she applied around me grew tighter and firmer, making it harder to push in deeper. But I insisted—I grew harder, and she grew tighter. It was a never-ending loop… or at least, until one of us came.
Miria's moans grew louder, her eyes a bit teary and her mouth full of saliva. She had completely stopped resisting me and surrendered to the pleasure wrapping around her whole being—and that only made me more affected by her.
Hot blood rushed to my head, my thoughts racing and hazy all at once. My breath grew heavier, but I continued pounding against Miria's rear, spreading her legs wider, hoping she'd be the first to come—How would that feel?
She looked at me from below, completely in ecstasy, but at the same time, there was a clear, unhidden anger in her expression. She wasn't pleased with me—that was obvious. But looking at her perfect form, her sharp curves, her chest pressed sideways against the bed, her mouth dripping silver lines of saliva, and the arousing redness of certain parts of her—her best parts—it was impossible for my body to stop now.
Angry or not, it didn't matter. Whatever punishment she might give me later felt insignificant compared to what I could do to her now. And I wasn't going to stop… in fact, I was just getting started.
Over the next few hours, I crossed off everything on my list of things I wanted to do with Miria and to her. It was… amazing. I'd thought achieving this goal would take years—if it were even possible to begin with. But all it took was one session. The taste of her secret place still lingered sweetly on my tongue, as I had saved that for last.
I took a deep breath and collapsed on the bed beside Miria… Now it was time for her punishment. "I'm ready!"
Miria sat up beside me and looked at me for a second before saying, "Ready for what?"
Surprisingly, she didn't seem angry. If anything, she looked calm.
I turned my head to face her—her bare back was to me, but her eyes still held my attention. "For my punishment," I said, a little shyly.
She tilted her head, clearly confused. But quickly, an evil smile spread across her face. "Well then, I'll punish you… but only after I return."
With that, Miria got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I lifted my head slightly, a bit dazed, and asked from behind, "Hey… what was that tone in your voice?"
Miria didn't stop to answer, but she did turn enough for me to see her smile growing more wicked. "Weren't you going to punish me?" I asked again, my voice louder and laced with disbelief.
Miria still didn't turn to face me—only when she reached the bathroom door did she do so. There, she leaned seductively on the frame, giving off the calm impression of someone who hadn't just been through intense physical activity.
She gave a sweet smile that masked the evil within it and said, "I wasn't going to… but since my darling Lian loves being punished by my hands, I'll make sure to fulfill your wish."
I watched with my mouth open as Miria walked into the bathroom. And just before closing the door, she winked at me.
I stayed there on the bed, staring at the closed door. But in the end, I collapsed back onto the pillow, a wide smile spreading across my face.
Despite everything, I was still happy… happy with Miria.
I looked again toward the bathroom door, and my smile grew even wider. My body moved almost on instinct, energized suddenly as I moved to follow Miria. I opened the door—and stepped in after her.