Chapter 79 Fuck the Truth Out of You
Leitana’s wide, innocent eyes stared up at Ravial, still glassy from the orgasm that had shattered her moments ago. Her torn sundress gaped open, small breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath, dark nipples glistening from his earlier attention. She sat perched on the edge of his desk, legs dangling, bare pussy swollen and dripping onto the polished wood. Confusion softened her features, full lips parted in that sweet, bewildered way that always twisted something savage inside him.
“Suck?” she whispered again, the word trembling on her tongue, thick with her melodic accent. “Mi no understand… suck yu cock? Like… like wat?”
Ravial’s gaze softened, just a fraction as he drank her in. So pure. So utterly his. Every first, every gasp, every trembling discovery belonged to him alone. He stroked his thick length slowly, veins pulsing under his grip, a fresh bead of pre-cum pearling at the flushed tip. “It’s like when I taste you, lamb,” he said, voice low and steady, patient in a way he was with no one else. “How I lick your pretty pussy and make you feel good with my mouth. You do the same for me, wrap those soft lips around my cock, suck and lick. It’ll drive me wild, and you’ll feel powerful knowing you’re pleasing me… your husband.”
Her eyes lit with sudden understanding. “Oh… like yu eat mi down dere,” she murmured, glancing at his cock with shy curiosity, cheeks flaming hotter. Then her brows drew together, and she bit her plump bottom lip. “But… yu ting so big, Ravial. Mi mouth small. How mi fit? Mi no wan hurt yu… or miself.”
A deep, genuine chuckle rumbled from his chest, rare, warm, and edged with darkness. He smiled, a real one, reserved only for her innocence amid his hunger. “My sweet little lamb,” he murmured, cupping her cheek tenderly, thumb tracing her flushed skin. “You won’t hurt me. It’ll fit just enough to be perfect. I’ll teach you, slow, gentle. I won’t push too far… yet.” His eyes darkened with promise. “Do you want to try? For me?”
Her heart hammered. Nerves fluttered wildly in her belly—this was all so new, so overwhelming. But the way he looked at her, like she was his entire universe, made her ache to please him. She nodded, curls bouncing. “Yes… mi wan try. For yu.”
“Good girl,” he praised, voice like warm honey.
He helped her down with surprising care, steadying her wobbly legs until she sank to her knees on the cool marble floor. Ravial loomed above her, cock jutting proudly toward her face—thick, intimidating, the broad head flushed deep, veins ridged, a glistening drop of pre-cum trembling at the slit.
Leitana’s breath caught. Up close it was even more daunting. “It… it so close,” she whispered, hands twisting nervously in her lap.
He gripped the base and guided it forward, rubbing the velvety head around her plush lips, slow, deliberate circles, smearing salty-sweet pre-cum across her mouth like gloss. Instinctively her tongue darted out to taste him: clean, musky, unmistakably him. A soft, curious hum escaped her.
“Open for me, lamb,” he coaxed gently. “Just the tip. Breathe through your nose.”
She parted her lips, small mouth stretching wide as the fat head slid in. It filled her instantly—hot, heavy, throbbing against her tongue. She sucked tentatively, cheeks hollowing, jaw already straining around his girth.
Ravial groaned low, fingers threading softly into her curls. “That’s it… perfect. Suck harder, swirl your tongue around it.”
He kept it shallow, rocking gently, letting her find a rhythm. Eager to please, she tried taking more—and the head bumped the back of her throat.
She gagged hard, eyes watering instantly. Tears spilled as she choked, coughing around him, small hands pushing weakly at his thighs. Pulling back with a wet gasp, she shook her head, voice hoarse. “Mi… mi can’t! Too big… mi choke! Hurt mi throat…” Another cough, saliva shining on her chin. She looked up, big teary eyes full of apology. “Mi sorry… mi no good at dis. Plis no mad.”
Ravial’s face didn’t harden. He crouched slightly, cradling her cheeks, thumbs wiping her tears with uncharacteristic tenderness. “Shh, lamb. You’re perfect,” he soothed, that calm mask hiding the feral devotion burning beneath. “You did so well for your first time. It takes practice—I’ll teach you everything.” He lifted her easily, setting her back on the desk, his cock still rigid and slick from her mouth. “We’ll try again another day. For now… let me take care of my wife.”
But his hands were already moving, possessive, insistent, flipping her onto her stomach across the desk. He spread her thighs wide, the head of his cock nudging her dripping entrance from behind.
“You are mine—utterly,” he growled, voice finally cracking with raw need. “My cherished treasure to taste, break, and remake however I want… and I’ll never apologize for the beautiful ruin I carve into your soul.”
With one smooth, powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt.
Leitana cried out, back arching sharply as he filled her completely, stretching her tight walls around his thickness. He didn’t give her time to adjust—hips snapping forward in a slow, brutal rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, claiming her from the inside out.
Skin slapped against skin, wet and loud, echoing through the office. Her small hands scrabbled for grip on the desk, nails scraping wood as her body jolted with every punishing stroke.
“R-Ravial! Ahh… too hard! Mi… mi break!” she sobbed, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, voice raw and desperate.
Yet her pussy clenched greedily around him, coating his cock in fresh slick, betraying how much she craved the destruction.
He only growled deeper, fisting her curls and yanking her head back, arching her neck as he pounded harder. The new angle let him hammer that sweet spot inside her relentlessly. Her ass jiggled with each impact, blooming red from the force of his hips, the obscene slap-slap-slap mixing with her broken moans and pleas.
He wasn’t stopping. He was owning her, body, breath, soul and she was unraveling beautifully beneath him.
“Take it, my little lamb,” he snarled, his voice a low growl that vibrated straight through her spine. “This sweet pussy was made for me to ruin.”
His free hand cracked down on her ass, sharp, rough, leaving a burning red handprint that bloomed across her skin. Leitana yelped, high and broken, her walls fluttering wildly around his thick cock, gushing hotter, slicker, betraying every trembling protest.
She was utterly wrecked: torn sundress bunched uselessly around her waist, small tits bouncing with every savage thrust, dark curls plastered to her sweat-damp forehead. “Oui… plis! Harder… ahh, Ravial!” she wailed, innocence shattered, hips rocking back to meet him even as the overwhelming stretch burned. “Mi cum again… no stop!”
He yanked her hair tighter, arching her back until her upper body pressed flush against his chest. His other hand rained down again—crack, crack!—each stinging slap turning her ass a deeper crimson before sliding around to maul her breasts. Rough fingers dug into soft flesh, pinching her stiff nipples hard, twisting just enough to wrench a raw scream from her throat.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice, spasming, milking him as another orgasm tore through her, hot and violent.
Ravial didn’t falter. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, hot breath ghosting over her skin while his cock pistoned relentlessly—deep, filthy, wet sounds filling the office with every punishing stroke.
“Did anything happen today, lamb?” he asked again, voice suddenly, chillingly calm amid the chaos. Gentle, almost curious, as if they were sharing tea instead of him splitting her open on his desk.
Leitana’s mushy, pleasure-drunk brain barely registered the shift. She whimpered, nodding vaguely, too lost in the haze of overstimulation to sense the danger threading through his words.
He already knew.
His fingers tightened fractionally on her nipples, warning or promise, she couldn’t tell, hips snapping forward harder, deeper, like he was driving the question straight into her core. A faint, predatory smile curved against her ear, unseen.
“Tell me everything,” he whispered, soft as silk, sharp as a blade. “Every little detail… while I fuck the truth out of you.”
The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Beneath the blinding pleasure, something cold and watchful uncoiled in his gaze, waiting for her answer.
And Leitana, trembling, sobbing, impaled and helpless, could only moan his name, completely unaware of the storm gathering behind the blindfold.