THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

David slowly approached the startled Katrina, each step deliberate, as her mind raced with conflicting emotions. "Of all the times," she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. Ever since David had left, her world had been turned upside down. She still couldn't believe they had crossed that forbidden line, giving in to their desires and sharing an intimacy that felt both exhilarating and wrong. It gnawed at her—had she taken advantage of the young master?

It was clear as day that David had been the one leading her on, but she was the older one, the responsible one. She should have gently, yet firmly, sent him away from her chambers. But something about him that night was utterly different. His charm, the way he spoke, the caring way he looked at her—it had all been so intoxicating.

For a brief moment, she had even doubted whether the man she was with was truly David, her master. The connection they shared that night had felt like a dream, a vivid, impossible dream.

Katrina had been torn ever since, caught between the desire to set things right and the fear of losing the affection and fire that David had ignited within her.

Her mind had been a chaotic storm of guilt and longing, and in her desperation to regain some semblance of control, she did what seemed like the best thing any sensible adult would have done in her position—she hid from him. She avoided him at every turn, keeping herself busy, her heart in turmoil, hoping that distance would help her sort out her feelings.

But fate, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humour. The very person she had been trying to avoid was now standing right in front of her, and to make matters worse, they were completely alone together.

The realization made her heart race even faster, her palms beginning to sweat. She knew what she had to do, even though it terrified her. She had to be the responsible one, the adult in the room, and face the consequences of their actions. As David drew closer, Katrina steeled herself, determined to ask for forgiveness, even if it meant risking everything that had blossomed between them.

Katrina's hands trembled as she raised them, trying to halt David's approach. "Young master, wait!" she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. David stopped, puzzled by her sudden resistance. "We can't do this any longer," she confessed, her hands clutching her chest as if trying to contain the turmoil within. Her heart felt as though it might burst from the weight of her words.

"And what might that be?" David asked calmly, though his eyes gleamed with a knowing look. He understood exactly what Katrina was alluding to, just as he had with Shay and Vivian. Yet, in his own twisted way, David relished the chase, the thrill of the hunt. For him, this was not about a simple relationship but about the game, where he played the cat toying with his three precious mice.

"Please, young master, you know what I'm talking about," Katrina insisted, her voice trembling. "Whatever we did that night... forgive me. I should have..." But before she could finish, David swept her into a firm embrace, silencing her protests with his closeness.

"I do not accept your apologies, nor am I letting you go," David declared, his voice low and resolute. Katrina's mind reeled, unable to process his words.

"I desire you, Katrina, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make you mine—mind, soul, and body," David proposed, his tone leaving no room for doubt. This wasn't the David she thought she knew, the aloof young master. This was someone far more intense, someone who would not be denied.

Katrina's heart warred with her mind. She knew she should resist, speak out against the forbidden urges, but her voice failed her.

Instead, she found herself drowning in his touch, his words, his unyielding affection. In a last-ditch effort to regain control, she disentangled herself from his embrace and turned away, her back to him. "Please, leave me," she declared, her voice barely above a whisper.

But David was far from quitting. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned in. "If you truly want me to leave, then face me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that," he challenged, his head resting on her shoulder.

Katrina froze, her resolve crumbling. She couldn't do it—couldn't muster the strength to push him away. She was utterly lost in the whirlwind of David's touch, his words, and the overwhelming affection he showered upon her. She remained silent, unable to deny the powerful connection that bound them, even as it pulled her deeper into his grasp.

As the silence grew, David led his hands upwards and cupped Katrina's massive breasts, his fingers sank into Her maid uniform, his grasp tight. Katrina jolted from the chaos of her mind, wanting to protest but when she opened her mouth she was shocked to hear what came out of it.

"Ahhn-" she moaned. Quickly covering her mouth.

"The human body," David breathed, his voice a soft caress against her skin." are honest to a fault. They betray the secrets the mind desperately tries to conceal."

His lips brushed against her earlobe, a featherlight touch that sent tremors through her. In an instant, his mouth enveloped her ear, a warm, consuming sensation. In that intimate moment, she realized the futility of concealing her desires. David was indeed a master at reading her, their connection profound and undeniable.

David slowly unbuttoned her maid's blouse and pulled down her bra, spilling the contents within them."Young master," Katrina began, her voice barely a whisper. David's retort was swift and sharp, "Unless your intention is to bid me farewell face-to-face, your words are meaningless." he declared his hands massaging her big bosoms. The cold touch of David's hands sent a thrilling pleasure down her spine.

Pulling his hands away from her chest, she turned to face him, 'crap, did I push her too much? ' A change of tactics was in order.

But before he could formulate a new approach, Katrina's voice cut through his thoughts. "No more hiding," she declared, her blue eyes burning with a conviction that both surprised and intrigued him.

"Do you truly want someone like me? A maid, without title or youth?" Her voice was steady, her resolve unwavering. She braced herself for rejection but the curve of his lips told a different story.

"Status and age are irrelevant," he countered, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "Your beauty defies description. A goddess, that's the only comparison I can fathom."

His words were a balm to her soul, and she melted beneath their weight. But David was insatiable. With a gentle hand, he lifted her chin, their eyes locking in a silent promise. His lips descended, a soft brush against hers, then a deepening press that ignited a wildfire within her.

Their tongues danced a passionate tango, a rhythmic exploration of intimacy. His hands, once gentle, grew possessive, moulding her to him as their kiss deepened, a desperate plea for connection. Time stood still as they surrendered to the raw intensity of the moment, their bodies yearning, their souls intertwining.

Using his hands to satisfy her, David led one of his hands on her left breast and the other found itself in the hem of her dress. David circled her pink areola, while he stroked the lips of her pussy.

Each stroke led Kartina to unmeasurable pleasure succumbing to minor orgasms that wet her underwear and harden her nipples. David's expertise was beyond normal, she had slept with a man before but David was a complete monster in this domain.

Frustrated, Katrina held the bulge in David's pants and whispered, "I'll go crazy if you continue to tease me this much," she confessed. David on the same rope as she was, decided to take action.

He pulled his burning spear out, Katrina gulping at the impressing size and girth as she wondered how David had put it in the last time.

Using his strength as an awakened, David lifted Katrina into the air, who yelped but David ignored her.

"Wrap your legs around me," David instructed his voice a sedative preditor, Katrina obeying his very words. Pushing her panties to the side, David aligned his rod with her cave as he stroked the lips with the head.

"Mnhn-" Katrina softly moan under David's care.

With a single thrust, David's rod found its way into her cave and it only stopped as it hit the wall of her womb.

"ohhoh" Katrina couldn't resist the satisfaction of being filled up to the bream.

Karina's folds were extremely hot and soft. David felt the urge to cum but fortified his mind. In a dance of Debuchary and wildness, David thrust his spear into Kartina's love hole, tearing her bit by bit. Her insides were taking shape of David's cock signifying that she belong to him.

With a powerful thrust, David held Katrina tighter as he grunted from the build-up.

"I'm cumming," Katrina warned.

In a matter of seconds, the duo both cummed together as their liquids mixed, a satisfying addiction taking hold in their minds.

Suddenly, a widow opened before David, "[Sacred Essence Cultivation has been used]".