Chapter 227: Chapter 227 – Yellow Stream

The remnants of pleasure still tingled through my body as I sat on the long bench, drawing a deep breath. Arianna lay sprawled on the floor, her body glistening with sweat and fluids, but her crimson eyes stared up at me with something difficult to describe.

Then her gaze dropped to my cock.

Still erect. Still hard. Still ready to be used again.

Without being asked, without being commanded, Arianna crawled closer. Her limp body moved slowly, her knees bruised by the marble floor, but nothing stopped her. She stopped between my legs, her face directly before my cock—still slick with our combined fluids.

And she licked it.

Her pink tongue traced slowly from base to tip, cleaning the remnants of our mixed juices. Her eyes looked up at me from below, seeking approval.

I stroked her hair. “Good dog.”

The praise made her shiver with pleasure. She kept licking, her tongue moving more confidently now, lapping at my shaft, cleaning my head, her tongue tip probing the small slit at the end.

But her mouth wasn’t big enough. Even just trying to take the head, her jaw ached. She attempted to fit the whole head in, but only half would go.

Arianna grunted in frustration. Then her hands moved.

Both her smooth palms wrapped around my shaft, her fingers encircling me. One hand gripped the shaft, the other held my heavy balls, stroking them gently.

Meanwhile, her mouth focused on the head.

Her tongue circled the crown, her lips nursed the tip, her eyes kept staring up at me with complete devotion. Her hands moved up and down my shaft, creating a different sensation from pussy or mouth—but still pleasurable.

“Ah… clever dog,” I moaned softly.

I reached for her massive breasts. Both my hands cupped those mounds of white flesh, squeezing, playing with them. Her pink nipples had already hardened, and every time my fingers touched them, Arianna moaned around my cock head.

“Aaaah… mmmpphh…” her muffled moans escaped.

My hands kept squeezing her breasts, sometimes twisting her nipples, sometimes pinching them gently. Arianna responded with faster hand movements, her tongue growing more aggressive.

My cock head began throbbing again. The sensation at the base of my shaft was building to a peak.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned, as a warning.

Arianna didn’t retreat. Instead, she quickened her hand strokes, her mouth sucked my head harder, her eyes stared up at me with eager anticipation.

“Aaaah… AAAAAH!”

I came. The third burst of cum filled her mouth, shooting straight down her throat. Arianna swallowed it all greedily, her tongue still licking my head between spurts, making sure nothing went to waste.

When I finished, she pulled away with a wet prach sound, sticking out her tongue to show no cum remained there. She’d swallowed it all.

I gasped for breath, stroking her hair gently. “You learn fast.”

Arianna smiled—a satisfied smile she couldn’t hide. Her red eyes gleamed, her face wet with saliva and a little cum that had dripped before she could swallow.

But my cock still hadn’t softened.

I reached for her ass—still red from my earlier slaps. I squeezed hard, making her moan.

“You dared to tease me like that,” I said, my voice low. “You think everything’s over?”

Arianna looked at me, a little scared but also excited. “I-I just…”

“You want another round?”

She bit her lip. Then nodded slightly.

I smiled. “Naughty dog.”

I stood, pulling her leash. Arianna returned to all fours, her ass raised high. I stood behind her, my fully erect cock pressing against her ass crack.

“Let’s go for another walk,” I said, and thrust in.

“AAAAH!”

Arianna screamed as my cock immediately filled her still-wet pussy. No time needed—her pussy welcomed me eagerly, her walls gripping tight instantly.

I began moving. Steady thrusts in and out, while pulling her leash to guide direction.

“Walk,” I commanded.

Arianna crawled forward, her body jolting with every thrust from behind. This time I guided her toward the small door in the corner—the toilet door.

“Let’s go in,” I said, kicking the door open.

The toilet was small, barely enough for one person. A white sit-down toilet in the corner, a small sink beside it, and a mirror above the sink. The floor was marble, like the main room.

Arianna crawled in, and I followed from behind, still riding her. In this cramped space, our movements were more limited—but that didn’t matter.

I pulled her up.

“Stand up,” I said.

Arianna rose with difficulty, her body still shaking from my nonstop thrusts. Once she was standing, I lifted one leg and propped it on the sink edge.

Her position was strange now. Standing on one leg, the other raised, her body only supported by her hands gripping the sink for balance. And from behind, I could thrust even deeper.

“Aaaaah! AAH! AAH!” her moans filled the small room.

This position let me go deeper. Every thrust made my head hit her cervix, even pushing slightly inside. On Arianna’s flat stomach, sometimes a faint bulge appeared when I thrust fully.

“Y-you’re going too deep!” she cried, a mix of pain and pleasure. “AAAaaah! It feels… it feels insane!”

“It is insane,” I moaned behind her. “You like it, don’t you?”

“I-I do! I love it! AAH! AAH! KEEP FUCKING ME!”

I fucked her harder. Every thrust made her body tremble, made her huge breasts sway wildly before the mirror. She could see her own reflection—her flushed face, her wet eyes, her gaping mouth, and behind her, me riding her like an animal.

“Crazy bitch!” she cursed between moans. “You pervert! Insane! Sex maniac!”

“Ha! Still able to curse?”

“Aaaah! Y-You’re—Aaaah!—A madman—Aaaah!—A complete madman!”

“But you like it, right?”

“I-I do! I LOVE IT! Aaah! I LOVE BEING YOUR CRAZY BITCH!”

I laughed. “So all this time you’ve just been pretending to be angry?”

“NO—Aaaah!—I hate—Aaaah!—I hate you—Aaaah!—But—Aaaah!—But this is too—Aaaah!”

I laughed. “You just said you love it.”

“I-I don’t love it! I love it! But this—this is too—AAAH! DEEP! TOO DEEP!”

I didn’t care. I kept thrusting, faster, harder. The sound of my body slapping against her red ass filled the small room, mixing with Arianna’s increasingly uncontrollable moans.

“FUCK! DAMN! SHIT! AAH! AAH! YOU—YOU MONSTER! YOU PERVERTED FREAK! INSANE! AAH! AAH! KEEP FUCKING! KEEP FUCKING!”

“I love your dirty mouth,” I moaned. “Keep cursing. It makes your pussy tighter.”

“ASS—asshole! I—I hate—AAH!—I hate—I hate—AAH!—I hate this!”

“But your pussy says otherwise.”

“I KNOW! AAH! I KNOW! DON’T REMIND ME! AAH!”

I laughed. “Stupid girl.”

“I’M NOT STUPID! I—AAH!—I’M OPHELIA’S—AAH!—OPHELIA’S DAUGHTER—”

“Ophelia Blazinger’s daughter, now my whore,” I cut in.

Hearing that, Arianna moaned loudly. Not in protest—but in pleasure. My words only made her wetter, tighter.

“YES! YES! I—I’M YOUR WHORE! AAH! YOUR F—FUCKING WHORE—AAH! KEEP GOING! DON’T STOP!”

I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting, more brutal, deeper. Every thrust made the bulge in her stomach more visible. Every withdrawal made her whimper with loss.

“I’m going to cum again!” I shouted.

“INSIDE! CUM INSIDE! FILL MY WOMB! AAH! FILL ME UP!”

I pushed as deep as possible, until my head was fully inside her cervix, and there I came. The fourth burst filled her womb directly, warm, thick, flooding. Arianna screamed, her body convulsing violently, and for the third time—

Her fluid sprayed heavily, mixing with my cum, soaking her thighs, soaking the toilet floor.

She was squirting again.

[You have successfully made Arianna climax.]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 38.]

[Your Dominance over Arianna increases to 92%.]

We both gasped for breath in that small room. Arianna slumped against the sink, her hands barely supporting her. I was still inside her, feeling the last spasms of her pussy.

Slowly, I pulled out. My cum flowed from her red pussy, soaking her thighs, dripping to the floor.

Arianna staggered, nearly falling. I caught her, helping her sit on the toilet lid.

She sat there, naked, drenched in sweat and fluids, with dog ears tilted on her head and a collar around her neck. Her face was red, her eyes wet, her breath ragged.

But her eyes… her eyes gleamed with a strange happiness.

“You… you monster…” she whispered, but her tone wasn’t angry.

I smiled. “You asked for it.”

She snorted but didn’t argue.

Then suddenly, her expression changed. From pleasure-flushed to… something else.

“I-I…” she squirmed restlessly. “I need to pee.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Seriously!” she squeezed her thighs together. “I really need to pee! I’ve been holding it, but now it’s—it’s about to burst!”

“Go ahead then,” I said casually.

“R-right here?!”

“Yes, in the toilet. That’s what it’s for, isn’t it?”

Arianna looked at the toilet beneath her, then at me. “Y-you want to watch?”

“Of course.”

“NO!” she protested, her voice panicking. “That’s embarrassing! I don’t want you watching me pee!”

I just smiled. “You just crawled naked in front of me, licked my feet, barked like a dog, and let me fuck you in front of a mirror. But peeing is what’s embarrassing?”

Arianna froze.

“Go on,” I said, tugging her leash. “Pee like a dog. I want to watch.”

“I… I can’t with you watching…”

“You can,” I coaxed, my voice soft. “I’m your master. I have the right to watch everything you do. Including this.”

She bit her lip. Her lower abdomen felt like it would explode. She really couldn’t hold it much longer.

“B-but…”

“Pee,” I said firmly. “Or I’ll make you hold it until tomorrow.”

“I’LL PEE!” she shouted in panic.

I smiled satisfied. “Good. Go ahead.”

Arianna rose from the toilet trembling. But instead of sitting, she…

Crouched.

Yes, she crouched on the toilet floor, on all fours. One leg lifted slightly, like a dog peeing.

Her face was crimson, her eyes glistening with shame. But she did it.

“Like…” her voice trembled. “Like this?”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on her. “Yes. Now pee.”

“I-I… I can’t with you watching…”

“You can,” I said again. “I’m your master. I believe you can.”

That praise somehow struck her heart. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and…

A rushing sound filled the room.

Clear yellow urine sprayed from between her thighs, soaking the marble floor, flowing toward the drain in the corner. The sound was loud in the silent room, unmistakable.

But beneath that shame, there was an undeniable expression of relief—a long-held need finally released. Her tongue even stuck out slightly, unconsciously, like a dog enjoying something.

She didn’t know why. Maybe from habit. Maybe because in her dreams, she often did this. But her tongue hung out, exactly like a dog peeing, with an expression of shame, relief, and strangely—satisfaction.

I watched her intently.

The sight was utterly ridiculous. Arianna Blazinger, daughter of Ophelia Blazinger, one of Nine Stars’ strongest students, now crouched on a toilet floor with dog ears on her head, a collar around her neck, tongue hanging out, peeing like a female dog.

My cock immediately throbbed.

Arianna saw that through her shame. Her eyes widened.

“W-what?! Now?!”

I approached, standing right before her. My large cock was directly in front of her face.

“Your mouth,” I said.

“I-I’m peeing!”

“Keep going,” I said. “Pee while you suck.”

“THAT’S INSANE! HOW CAN I—”

I pushed my cock into her mouth.

“MMMPPPHHH!”

Arianna choked, but the sound of her peeing didn’t stop. She kept urinating, while her mouth was full of me. Her eyes widened in panic, her hands reached up to grip my thighs, but she could do nothing.

I began moving. Slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm mouth at the same time she peed on the floor.

“Aaah… nice,” I moaned.

Arianna could only groan muffled. Tears began flowing again—but amid the shame and panic, her recently emptied pussy was getting wet again.

She was truly insane now.

The sound of her peeing finally stopped. A large puddle had formed on the floor, slowly flowing to the drain. But her mouth was still busy.

I kept pumping, faster. Arianna accepted it obediently, her tongue licking my shaft, her hands stroking my balls.

“Peeing… while sucking… you insane whore,” I moaned. “You’re amazing, dog.”

Hearing that praise, her wet eyes gleamed.

“I’m going to cum again,” I said. “Where do you want it?”

She couldn’t answer, but her eyes said in my mouth.

I pushed deeper, down her throat, and—

“AAAAH!”

I came. The fifth burst filled her mouth, shooting straight down her throat. Arianna swallowed it all greedily, her tongue still licking my shaft, making sure nothing remained.

When I finished, I pulled out. Arianna coughed a little, but immediately stuck out her tongue to show she’d swallowed everything.

Her face was now truly ecstatic. A mix of shame, satisfaction, and a strange happiness she couldn’t explain.

She’d just peed like a dog while sucking her master’s cock, and she felt… happy.

I stroked her hair. “Good dog.”

She purred, pressing her head into my palm.

“You’re truly a good dog,” I whispered again.

And outside the door, Nerissa, who had heard everything from the beginning, retreated slowly. Her face was flushed, her heart pounded wildly, and between her thighs, something warm was getting wet.

She couldn’t explain her feelings. Disgust? Shame?

She ran from that corridor, not daring to think further.

[Your Dominance over Arianna increases to 95%.]

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