Strip (R18)

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The air was thick with the soothing aroma of lavender and rose petals, mingling with the faint warmth of steam curling up from the water.

Each breath James took felt like a lullaby, calming and refreshing at the same time.

The bath itself was a masterpiece—a luxurious tub with water shimmering under the soft glow of the chandelier above.

Floating petals of crimson and ivory danced on the surface, and the subtle glint of scented oils rippled with every movement. It was the kind of place where even kings would envy his peace.

James sat motionless, his wet hair clinging to his face as he felt Martha's hands on his shoulders.

She worked with a gentleness that made his muscles relax almost instantly. Her fingers moved in slow circles, massaging away the tension he hadn't even realised he'd been carrying.

The warm water lapped at his skin, while her soft hands traveled with deliberate care.

He didn't flinch or shy away this time, not even slightly. The nervous energy that had plagued him earlier had vanished.

Now, it was replaced with an ironclad resolve, as if he'd finally accepted the path he was walking. For once, he wasn't second guessing himself.

Even though he was hard as a rock and his erection was in plain sight, he didn't even bother to hide it.

He didn't want to care anymore. He just wanted to do whatever he wanted.

When her hands moved to his chest, he could feel his heartbeat quicken—not from anxiety, but from something deeper. Excitement, maybe.

Her palms, soft as silk, pressed gently against his skin, sending tingles down his spine. Martha's touch was firm yet graceful, like she was kneading a cloud.

James caught her wrist, halting her movement. His grip was firm but not rough. Martha froze, her cheeks instantly turning a deeper shade of red.

She eagerly met his eyes, but he didn't care about her feelings at that moment to say something nice.

"Strip," he said firmly, his voice low and commanding, a tone that left no room for argument.

Martha blinked, startled. Her wide eyes darted toward his face, searching for some hint of hesitation.

But there was none. James's expression was unyielding, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

"Do it," he repeated, his voice carrying a weight that demanded obedience.

For a moment, Martha was confused. This was usually not how her young master treated her. But slowly, almost nervously, her hands went to the edges of her dress.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders and fell to the tiled floor in a gentle heap.

Her nipples were pink and erect, perched deliciously atop her massive breasts.

Her flat stomach, wide hips and slim waist were like pools of milky white moonlight, promising endless pleasure and delight in their soft embrace.

The sight of her standing there, exposed and vulnerable, would have made James lose his nerve just days ago. But not now.

James's commanding presence didn't waver.

"Get in the tub," he ordered, his tone softening just slightly, though it still carried the weight of authority.

Martha stepped forward timidly, her feet making quiet splashes against the floor.

She lowered herself into the water, the petals swirling around her as the tub welcomed her. James's eyes stayed locked on hers, his mind resolute.

Whatever came next, there would be no turning back.

He aggressively grabbed her neck in a firm grip and yanked her towards him. She let out a surprised squeal which was quickly silenced by his firm lips as he pulled her into a kiss.

The kiss was a devouring. It was harsh and hard and left her mouth swollen and her face dazed.

Her soft body melted fully into his. Her massive breasts pressed against his chest and her hard nipples grazed his skin.

His free hand lightly caressed her back down her spine, causing her body to shiver and tremor against him.

Next, he rested his hand on her perky butt and gave them a rough squeeze. Her ass was so soft and meaty in his hands, James' cock throbbed needily.

He wanted to fill her up badly. He wanted to be inside her!

"Stradle me."

Without hesitation this time around, Martha eagerly moved into position. Her thick thighs rested on his lap and his cock nestled itself snuggly between her ass...

When he reached this point. James couldn't help but hesitate. He was really about to do this...

Without thinking further, he grabbed her ass, raised her up effortlessly, centred the tip of his cock against the entrance of her wet pussy, and lowered herself over him.

James' eyes widened the instant his hard cock slid into her tight pussy.

'So this is how sex feels like...'

It felt so warm and slippery. Like he had glided into an extreme place of wetness.

Then he felt the pleasure! It felt so good!

Martha threw her head back and raised her hips before slamming them down on James' cock.

'F*ck!'

The impact of her soft ass on his thighs coupled with the intense tightness from her pussy instantly sent a wave of hot pleasure through James.

His hand grabbed her meaty ass firmly and aided her movements, lifting her and slamming her down on him with more vigour.

Martha's soft moans echoed through the bathroom, mixed with James' occasional grunts.

He was pumping her tight pussy roughly, sinking deeper and deeper into her warm walls.

Her pussy stretched to the limit to accommodate his massive cock, which just seemed to make the friction more dazzling and the pleasure more intense.

"Annnnn≈" Even Martha was lost in the heat of passion. Her tongue was hanging out from the intense pleasure she was feeling and she bounced her fat ass over his cock with even more vigour.

What was bliss?

This was bliss!

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Feeling extremely sick. Extremely sorry if chapter quality is not up to par, would try to improve and write better ones next time!

Also, I decided to make this a short one since Martha is merely an extra and not important to the story. Future scenes with the Netori Targets would definitely be steamy!

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Power stone Goal!

20 PS - 1 Bonus chapter

50 PS - 2 Bonus chapter

100 PS (Quite an achievement as of now) - 3 Bonus chapters.