Steam Penetration

…and the Thiago's fury.

01:00 AM — Maid’s Sauna, Moonstone

The air was warm and humid, full of the scents of wood and herbs.

Sunny Hirsch could hear the crackling of the fire and the trickle of water on the stones. She felt the sultry heat invade her lungs and make her face flush. She swallowed loudly at the sight of Thiago Blaze kneeling before her. He was still fully dressed and in a black suit, of course. As they kissed, he sat Sunny down on the wooden bench under the window. Their lips moved fiercely together. His hands moved from her face to her neck. He was even more boiling than the sauna smoke on her skin.

Thiago broke the kiss and Sunny moaned in protest. He smirked and the droplets accumulated on his long eyelashes bordering his deep, dark eyes.

*How can you think you look like a monster?* thought Sunny Hirsch. *You are the most stunning creature I have ever seen.*

Thiago Blaze removed the white towel from her body and contemplated her sweating body. There was one thing he had done for Sunny Hirsch that no one else had done for her: appreciation. Sunny always felt very thin and plainer than other girls. But in the depths of those black eyes, she was seen as the most desirable woman of all.

Thiago Blaze cupped her breasts between his hands. He bit his lip as he massaged her. The round balls were soft and delicate to the touch. Her pink nipples were delicate little flowers that he longed to kiss.

“I'm too small and… Oh,” moaned Sunny Hirsch. Her apology was interrupted by the weave of pleasure running down her spine. Thiago's lips slid across her sweat-wet skin. Thiago's mouth was surprisingly soft. He kisses her nipples, at first gently but then intensely, almost completely swallowing her small breasts. He did not say anything. He never said. But his mouth tasting her expressed his desire more than a thousand words.

Sunny Hirsch moaned a "yes" as he nibbled on the peak of one of her breasts, tugging a little hard. She grabbed his black hair and guided him between her legs. This time, Sunny guided him directly into her center, yearning for his contact.

Thiago Blaze was surprised by the young maid's delicate and small hand. He felt her hands grip her hair. He lightly bit her nipple in revenge. The tip catches and releases from his teeth with a movement that causes her to shudder.

One drop of sweat in particular trickled down between her sweat-glistening breasts. Thiago went down following the sweat and kissing her. He passed through navel into her pubic mound. She spread her legs willingly for the first time. No resistance, just desire and acceptance of her status as his property.

Thiago Blaze sighed at the sight of her intimacy all wet and dripping with sweat. Her labia were red and swollen. Just a few kisses and caresses were enough to set that innocent little girl's body on fire.

“Don't faint!” warned Thiago Blaze.

Sunny *did* almost fainted at the feel of his mouth between her folds. The sauna was so hot and his tongue felt cold. That felt even more maddening. She gasped into the steam. Her hand was guiding his head into her intimacy. The scent of her arousal mingled with the sanor's steam. The sound of him sipping her was like he was tasting her like she was delicious ice cream. She closed her eyes as she was listening to him making a loud smacking sound as he licked her, trying to get every last drop of her.

At a certain point, Thiago's mouth sucked on her clitoris, sucking and making Sunny's legs tremble uncontrollably. Her hips rose involuntarily as she panted and moaned loudly. It was a terrible torture that brought Sunny to tears. She felt the blood pulsing through her veins, taking inhuman pleasure in every part of her being.

The orgasm came hard and destroyed every bit of Sunny Hirsch's consciousness and body. You can't call her scream a moan. But she clung tightly to Thiago Blaze's black hair, it was impossible for him not to have been hurt by her strength. But his merciless tongue never stopped. He even slipped inside her tight, flooding her canal with his merciless tongue. She was so creamy and sticky that it clung to his lips and teeth like glue.

“Is the show over yet?” Thiago Blaze asked. His face was unmoved by the long sequence of orgasms of her small and defenseless body. But his eyes were burning like oil in a fire. “The whole neighborhood must have heard you.”

Sunny focused on him standing in front of her. He was mumbling something in Italian. Tears of pleasure flowed from her eyes. The little girl was overwhelmed with the waves of climax.

*This woman is going to kill me*, thought Thiago Blaze as he got up. Her beauty and her delicate moans as she gave all of herself to him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Thousands of philosophers have tried to define a thousand words to define beauty because they never saw Sunny Hirsch reach the climax as he did. Her pussy was dripping with a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum.

And Thiago Blaze never hated her so much.

He should have been arranging her plan and yet, the only thing he could think about was possessing her body over and over. She was the worst drug he could imagine. His fist caught a piece of her hair and lifted her from the clouds of unconsciousness. He threw her at the glass wall and unzipped his pants. Hatred coursed through his veins and pumped to his hard member.

“If I could put you in a bottle and sell you, I would be rich. Thousands would line up to taste you, but I can't even allow that. I could get everything I want if I just sold you like a breeding bitch but the only thing I can think about right now is you. I need fuck you hard as I fucking hate you, Sunny Hirsch” Thiago Blaze spoke to her in Italian.

Sunny Hirsch was still dizzy when her face was smashed against the glass. Even the glass was hot, she thought feverish. Everything was hot. She felt Thiago Blaze's body pushing against the glass and the hatred coursing through his body and his words. She didn't understand. She had given herself to him. So why was he so angry?

Sunny Hirsch felt his hand between her legs and his breath in her ear.

“This is all your fault,” he whispered fiercely into her ear.

Sunny Hirsch was going to ask "What's my fault?", but her words were interrupted by a hard slap on her center, right on her extremely sensitive clit.

“But I didn't do anything, sir” Sunny Hirsch whimpered.

One more slap. This time even stronger causing a tremor in Sunny Hirsch's body. As terrified as she was, her body seemed to understand the aggression as a luxury. She felt her intimacy pulsing and flickering with the yearning for him. But Thiago Blaze just tapped again and again causing Sunny Hirsch to cry and gasp on the glass.

“Your fault, you bitch!” he yelled.

Slap. Slap.

"Sir, forgive me" begged Sunny Hirsch without understanding anything. "Please!"

Slap.

“I fucking hate you” shouted Thiago Blaze hitting her clit, feeling her spread her legs for him.

“Just kill me, sir. You can hate me all you want, but stop torturing me” Sunny Hirsch asked, feeling the liquid go down between her thighs.

Sunny Hirsch felt Thiago Blaze's fury as he pushed her hard on the glass, her loud breath fogging it up completely. Her face was crushed. She felt him open her from behind. He looked like he wanted to force himself inside her, but he was still too big. Her hands scratched the glass like claws as she felt that massive cock trying to invade. He didn't need ceremonies. Thiago wanted a conquest as soon as possible. He wanted to take everything from her but it was just physically impossible.

Sunny Hirsch felt him thrust inside her, punching out little by little as he spoke.

“You slut… I hate you… You are my misery... That's right, baby girl...

Sunny Hirsch screamed and gasped as she felt him stretching her. Her body aligned with him as if they were one. She felt his sweat trickle down her skin, mingling with his.

"I will kill you… I hate you… You will killing me…”

At some point, the punches inside her got so violent that he simply lifted her off the ground and pushed her completely into the wall. She was worried that the glass might break, but maybe she was the only one that was shattered into a thousand pieces.

Sunny Hirsch has lost the number of orgasms she has had. She lost track of time and space. There was only him, Thiago Blaze. In and out of her with determination and hate. His body enveloped her in every possible way. She felt every movement of his body, every joint, every tendon, every fiber.

Sunny Hirsch concentrated on his push, trying to keep her balance. Her muscles lengthen and contract, her blood pumping through her body, her heart beating faster. She heard the sound of his panting and desperate breathing. At some point, her breathing was synchronized with Thiago Blaze's breathing. She could also hear the sound of water boiling in the sauna boiler. His moans got low and deep in her ear. He was almost coming. They weren't using condoms and she was glad of that. She wanted to feel every drop of him inside her.

Sunny Hirsch felt a feverish rush through her body. It wasn't the heat of the sauna. She surrendered to the moment, forgetting about everything else. She just wanted to feel him, hear him, smell him, taste him, see him. The heat of him radiated off her skin. The scent of his skin was mixed with the eucalyptus scent of the sauna. It was as if the temperature of the sauna. She couldn't help but smile at his imminent agony. Finally, he was going to experience the same torture as her. It was sad that she was on her back she would only see his blurry reflection in the glass. Still, she was the only witness to the fall of Thiago Blaze.

Sunny Hirsch heard him grunt. She expected to hear his orgasm but he stopped.

Suddenly.

He just stopped.

Thiago Blaze's body rose and fell with labored breathing because of the interrupted orgasm. He pulled out of her and gently placed her back on the floor. Sunny Hirsch slipped down, shuddering with pent-up orgasm. But her situation after cumming several times was nothing in front of Thiago. His erection was so hard and sensitive that a feather could cause a nuclear explosion.

He took a lot of breath 1… 2… 3… 1... 2... 8... 6...

Sunny Hirsch didn't dare breathe as she watched Thiago Blaze calm down. He tucked the still-hard member into his pants and headed for the exit. Over his shoulder, Thiago said on the doorstep,

“Sit.”

"But sir" begged Sunny Hirsch frustade.

"I said sit."