Taras arrived exhausted. He had abandoned the power he had painstakingly built in Doma to follow this woman, Arabella, for the second time, and he couldn't help but feel as if he were bewitched. The key was that she had managed to get a Doma citizenship from Jasper and had entered Jingle disguised, which caused him trouble. His reputation in Doma was notorious, and getting into Jingle was not easy. While this woman ran off, he had to go through all sorts of channels, making connections and investing large sums of money under the guise of business to enter the country. He was completely chasing after this woman, investing both time and money, while leaving his own career behind.
Taras leaned against the wall, his sharp brows framing his attractive watery eyes. His tall, strong physique, even in a well-tailored suit disguised as a businessman, radiated power beneath the fabric. When Arabella approached, he impatiently loosened his tight tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Arabella stopped in front of Taras, tilted her head, and extended her hand with a glass of wine, smiling as she asked, "You must be tired. Dinner is ready. Would you like to join?"
Taras didn't respond, silently pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Then he took the glass of wine from Arabella, taking a drag of smoke followed by a sip of wine. He leaned casually against the wall, his posture relaxed, yet his towering figure still loomed over Arabella like a mountain. His presence exuded an undeniable strength, and his eyes—half sharp, half filled with unspoken desire—radiated an aura of danger that surrounded him like a palpable force.
He remained silent, while Arabella stood there with a smile, also not speaking. After the last drag of his cigarette, Taras harshly tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it with his shoe. He then lifted Arabella by the waist, growling, "Master Unknown, I've thrown everything away for you again. You better compensate me properly."
Arabella chuckled lightly, leaning her head against Taras's neck and whispering, "How do you want me to compensate you?"
"Let's try something different today."
Originally standing by the table, Raven was about to follow as the two entered the room, but was met with a mocking laugh from Taras: "Master Unknown, do we really need a third person for what's going to happen in the room?"
Arabella waved her hand nonchalantly at Raven, giving a soft command, "Raven, take the night off."
Raven didn't speak, simply turning and walking away. Taras grunted and carried Arabella into the room. Raven walked down the corridor to the villa's exterior and paused, staring coldly at the master bedroom for a long moment. Then he turned and walked toward the front gate. As he reached the door, Bramwell, who had just returned with supplies, saw Raven and froze for a moment. "Why aren't you with Master Unknown?" he asked in surprise. It was rare for the ever-present shadow to be absent.
"She's busy," Raven replied without looking back as he walked away.
Bramwell, confused, glanced at Raven, thinking, "When has Arabella ever been too busy for you to stay by her side? Even in bed, you're always there." Before Bramwell could make sense of the situation, he stepped into the room, entering the living room just as the boy—what was his name again? Norris—who had been arranged to stay on the second floor, came running down, his face flushed and his hands desperately covering his ears.
"What are you doing, kid?"
Although Norris appeared mature for his age, he was still young and inexperienced when it came to matters of men and women. He stammered, pointing upstairs, "Well... uh... your Master Unknown is quite bold."
What? Arabella is bold?
Bramwell, bewildered, set down what he was holding and walked toward the stairs. By the time he reached the second floor, he vaguely heard suggestive and sensual noises coming from the third-floor room. His face turned dark, and after a moment, he turned and descended, continuing to arrange the supplies on the table. Norris, noticing Bramwell's lack of reaction, asked curiously, "Is the man who came during dinner your Master Unknown's lover?"
Bramwell raised his eyes and gave him a cold, menacing look, his gaze filled with a dangerous aura as he issued a warning: "First, Master Unknown has no lover. Second, you have no right to ask."
Norris let out an exasperated click of his tongue. Young and brash, with a fearlessness born of naivety, he carried himself with the audacity of one who believed his own talent made him invincible, unafraid of both heaven and earth.
Since he could remember, Norris had heard countless rumors about Arabella. Blessed with exceptional design talent, he was the heir his family focused on nurturing. Yet, the more he heard of her, the stronger his passion for weapon design grew. Each time he embarked on a new creation, it felt as though he was channeling Arabella herself, believing that only she possessed the ability to truly bring to life the weapons he had conceived.
When all his design inspiration seemed to flow from the legend of Arabella, Norris decided it was time to bring her to him. He was eager to see for himself what kind of person could truly live up to the rumors of being the world's greatest in both skill and prowess. After those few days of close observation, his understanding of Arabella shifted from mere imagination to vivid reality, and he found himself thoroughly impressed, beyond what he had ever anticipated. His weapons were the finest in the world, and naturally, only the finest in the world were worthy of wielding them.
"Master Unknown, your butt isn't high enough! Shake it like this - is it uncomfortable to have your breasts rub against the table?" Taras didn't hold back in slapping Arabella's wiggling butt with his palm, which was fair with a hint of red, creating a romantic atmosphere.
Arabella was enjoying herself, with her wrists of her hands held by Taras's single hand and pressed against her lower back, she was lying face down on the table with her butt propped up, allowing Taras to thrust violently and swiftly into her from behind in a manner that was rough and forceful. The vagina contracted with the amplitude of the penis's thrust, her slender waist looked frail and unable to withstand the fierce attack, but her breathing was exceptionally even during her hip swaying, and even her expression remained the same constant smile.
"Damn, this bitch is still so tight. Master Unknown, you really can't be fucked up!" Taras was insulting Arabella, exerting force, as if he were going to fuck open Arabella. He looked at the tender and soft pussy being fucked and then contracting again, and continued to speak: "Master Unknown, did Julius expand your anus back then? How about fucking both of your vagina and anus at the same time in the future?"
As he spoke, he swayed his hips, and he could feel the flexibility of the body beneath his palm. Her skin was smooth and white, and aside from Arabella's unremarkable face and terrifying powers and skills, the touch of this body was simply too beautiful. He closed his star-glistening eyes and let out a contented sigh as he felt the vagina contract even more fiercely, knowing that Arabella was about to reach orgasm. Taras maliciously narrowed his eyes. He was angry with himself and Arabella. He was angry with himself for losing his mind over such a woman, and he was angry with the woman for being so heartless that she could take someone's heart out without batting an eye.
He grabbed Arabella's hair, forcing her to look up, and Taras leaned down and whispered softly as if saying a love confession: "What's wrong? Is the ass of you itching, Master Unknown? You're so excited that your pussy is clamping tightly?" He didn't give Arabella a chance to speak and firmly grasped her slightly open lips with his hand, applying even more pressure. He was tall and strong, and his cock was thick and powerful. With each thrust, he dug deep into the tender flesh of her vagina, searching for the protruding sensitive spots and quickly pounding and colliding with them.
Arabella's entire body was like a treasure in itself. She possessed a muscular tautness beyond what ordinary people could ever hope to achieve, with bones that stretched with unparalleled flexibility and a physical explosiveness that defied imagination. Taras looked down at the vagina below him as it hesitantly swallowed his large dick, and the sensory stimulation caused a tingling sensation to run down his spine. He lifted his hands and turned Arabella around, placing him on the table with her fair legs raised on his shoulders. Her already penetrated, red-colored vagina was opened wide, as if waiting to be further abused. Taras lowered his head and gently bit down on the protruding clitoris, using its tongue and teeth together to massage and lick it, occasionally extending its tongue to explore the deepest recesses of the vagina, both inside and out, seeking out hidden areas of sensitivity. Arabella softly hummed and unceremoniously grabbed Taras's hair, pressing his head down and continuing to lick and suck. Taras continued to kiss her clitoris, and his hands moved with it, feeling the sensitive walls of her pussy contracting in response. He occasionally squeezed the protruding clit, deftly turning and stimulating it, trying to make Arabella lose control and orgasm.
Taras was buried in Arabella's legs, unaware, he failed to notice that while Arabella appeared to be filled with affection of lust, her eyes remained as calm and undisturbed as still waters, as if her physical climax had nothing to do with her, and she allowed others to freely explore and conquer her body. Taras licked her until he felt that Arabella was about to reach orgasm. He looked up and lifted her butt, allowing him to insert his dick deeply into her. The already overly sensitive flesh vagina was once again filled, and it let out fine white foam. The two points of the pubic bone brushed against each other, intimately connected in their closeness, and the entire room was filled with the sound of lascivious water.
After dozens of fierce thrusts, Arabella's vagina walls contracted strongly, squeezing Taras to let out a muffled groan. He controlled himself from ejaculating, pulled out his dick, and without saying a word, he wasted no time in grabbing Arabella's chin and inserting it into her mouth. Arabella's throat contractions were incredible, and with just a lick, and with the deep-throat swallow, he felt the life-threatening pleasure as he ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her mouth, gasping for air and breaking out in a sweat on his forehead. A glance downward revealed Arabella, completely indifferent, as she leisurely licked her lips with an unhurried flick of her tongue, and swallowing the semen in her mouth. With her tongue out, Arabella kneeling on the bed, the intense sensation of the ejaculation drove Taras wild. He couldn't help but reach out, gently stroking Arabella's hair, asking softly, "Does the semen taste good?"
Arabella, having licked the semen from the corner of her mouth, maintained her smile, though her breath carried a trace of coldness as she replied, "It's delicious."
Taras gazed at Arabella, a sense of weariness washing over him. Had he had his fill? He didn't know. After all, having traversed both reality and paradise, when he opened his eyes and returned to reality, he resigned himself to his fate. Lowering his body, he spread his arms wide and tightly embraced Arabella, murmuring, "Fine then, I'll continue following you."
