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Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Conquering Elsa



Elsa's eyes widened, tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks. Yet the forceful, domineering nature of John's actions ignited an even stronger response in her body than when she had controlled him earlier.

It felt entirely different now-unpredictable, thrilling.

She realized that, yes, when she had controlled John, it was like she had been making love to herself. This new sensation was nothing like that.

Elsa was filled with desire, her body responding intensely, though she couldn't move. She closed her eyes slightly, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

But then, she snapped back to reality.

She was under John's control, and she needed to find a way to escape his grip.

"Ah... it hurts," she whimpered as John lifted her hips and adjusted her position, thrusting deeper into her.

The sensation was overwhelming, almost breaking down her defenses.

She tried to suppress her desire, frantically searching for a solution.

But then John's rhythm shifted-sometimes slow, sometimes intense. Deep thrusts alternated with gentle ones, completely dismantling her control.

"Godslayer, please... have mercy on me. I was wrong... I don't want this anymore," Elsa pleaded, tears rolling down her face. Despite her words, her body responded involuntarily.

Gradually, John eased his control over her.

But by then, Elsa was too lost in the moment, her body moving on its own, filled with desire. She cried out in pleasure, unaware of anything else.

The sensations took over her completely, her inner defenses crumbling as she began to passionately respond to John's movements.

"Ah!" she bit her lip softly, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. Her three pairs of wings wrapped tightly around John as her body trembled, eyes glazed with desire, staring at him in a daze.

Her mouth parted as she let out a soft cry of ecstasy, and moments later, her body collapsed onto the bed, wings drooping weakly, completely drained.

"Already worn out?" John smirked, pulling out as a mix of fluids and blood trickled down from her.

"Ah!" Elsa whimpered, feeling a deep emptiness inside her, her hands reaching out aimlessly as if trying to grab hold of something.

But John wasn't done. He flipped her over, positioning her on her knees, her hips raised high as he plunged back into her.

"Ah... no, Godslayer, this is too much... please, stop," Elsa moaned, her voice a mix of pain and desperation.

Her hands pressed weakly against John's thighs, trying to push him away, but she had no strength left.

Suddenly, she felt John grab hold of her wings, pinning her down, leaving her completely immobilized.

With each thrust, deeper and more intense, she felt as if her body was being torn apart, helpless under his relentless control.

"Godslayer, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please, let me go..." she cried, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy in pain.

The room echoed with the sounds of their bodies colliding, her once firm buttocks trembling and distorting under the repeated, forceful impacts.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Elsa clung desperately to the bedsheets, her body trembling uncontrollably as tears flowed freely, soaking the pillow beneath her.

The overwhelming sensation coursed through her body, striking at her very soul, making every inch of her skin feel an unbearable mix of pleasure and pain, as if it would break her.

She was utterly lost in the moment, not even aware that she was no longer under John's control. The intense pleasure left her unable to fully sense her own body, and she begged weakly.

"Godslayer, please... don't do this to me. I can't take it, I feel like I'm going to die... Please, I'm willing to sign the soul contract with you, just stop... please..." she mumbled incoherently, not hesitating to offer the soul contract, her words muddled by the confusion and intensity of the moment.

But John paid her no attention. His grip tightened, one hand on her wings and the other on her stomach, allowing him to push deeper and deeper. His movements grew more fierce, as relentless as a storm.

The slapping of skin and Elsa's hoarse pleas filled the room, echoing off the walls.

More than half an hour passed before John's climax erupted, a burning force surging through his body, overwhelming him.

"Ah... please, I'll sign the soul contract with you... This feeling, it's so good, but it hurts so much..." Elsa moaned in both pleasure and pain, her body reaching a deeper level of release. She collapsed onto the bed, her delicate body trembling, her wings shaking uncontrollably, a thin trail of saliva dribbling from her mouth as she murmured and pleaded.

going to be so rough.

He lifted Elsa's firm buttocks and held her in his arms, preventing her from struggling. The dragon penetrated deep into her without any resistance.

"Ah... Master, I can't take it anymore, Elsa has climaxed again..." she moaned, gasping for air

as her arms wrapped tightly around John's head. Her firm chest pressed against his face, while

her slender waist arched, trembling uncontrollably.

John responded by grasping her firmness and teasing her relentlessly with his tongue. "Master, it's so ticklish... please, let go..." Elsa squirmed in discomfort, unable to fight back, but despite her protests, she was overcome by yet another uncontrollable orgasm. John then placed her on the bed, grabbing her ankle and thrusting deep once more.

The room filled with Elsa's cries of both pain and pleasure as her soft body shifted into

various positions.

She experienced wave after wave of climax, the overwhelming sensations making her feel as though she would faint from the intensity.

She had been tormented for an entire day, finally collapsing onto John's body, completely

exhausted. Her eyes were vacant, though her trembling body hadn't stopped, with an

unknown fluid steadily flowing beneath her.

After endless climaxes, she no longer had the strength to moan. She clung to consciousness,

barely keeping herself from passing out.

Sensing that she had reached her limit, John, though not fully satisfied, decided to stop.

"Master, you're so powerful..." Elsa, having regained a bit of strength, could still feel him

deeply inside her, as firm as ever.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she wiped the saliva from John's chest.

It unable to help herself from feeling captivated by the experience. She had become entirely

absorbed in pleasing him.

"Can you keep going?" John's voice suddenly broke the silence.

Elsa jumped, shaking her head in panic, pleading softly, "Master, I really can't go on. If we

continue, I might

die."

John chuckled. "Relax, I was only teasing you," he said, giving her a playful slap on her firm

behind.

"Ah..." Elsa moaned softly as she felt him move even deeper. Fearing another round, she quickly climbed off of him, despite the discomfort she felt.

John decided not to push her any further. Leaning back on the bed, he pulled Elsa into his arms, gently asking, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little," she whispered shyly, her head lowered.

"It's okay, the pain will pass soon. I'll stay with you," John said, his tone unusually tender as

he finally allowed himself to relax.

Having tamed Elsa, he knew Tracy was no longer a threat. The only one left on his radar was Kent, someone he could deal with whenever he wanted.

"Okay," Elsa replied softly, looking up at him with a sweet, contented smile. She snuggled

closer to him, her exhaustion from the day's ordeal overwhelming her. In no time, she drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and satisfied in his embrace.