Chapter 227: Chapter 227: It was beautiful (R18)

Chapter 227 – It was beautiful (R18)

Justicia was trembling violently on the table, her entire body twitching in overwhelming ecstasy. All of her holes were filled — stuffed, stretched, used — but Noah still wasn’t satisfied.

He walked slowly, quietly, each step soundless as he moved behind her head, completely unnoticed.

Which is why Justicia jumped in surprise when suddenly Noah pulled out the underwear from her mouth — the very same one that had silenced her moans — and freed her lips.

“Cough— cough— why…?” she gasped, struggling to breathe as the taste of Noah’s scent lingered in her throat.

But Noah didn’t answer.

He simply grabbed her head, pulled her up slightly — and slammed his cock into her mouth.

Deep. Brutal. Without warning.

Her throat bulged unnaturally as his thick dick plunged all the way in, stretching her neck so wide you could clearly see the outline of it pushing past her skin. The sight alone was vile and beautiful.

Justicia trembled violently again — not in fear, but in shock.

Another jolt of pain and pleasure shot through her. Another wave of unbearable intensity rising in her belly.

And just as she was about to cum—

“You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

Noah’s voice echoed through the room like a command from a god. Deep. Cold. Filled with lust and domination.

The moment those words hit her ears, something inside Justicia locked.

Her climax froze.

She couldn’t cum.

She was right there — on the very edge — the tension unbearable, her body begging for release. But she wasn’t allowed. It was like being suspended in hell, like being denied oxygen while drowning in heat.

She gagged around his cock. “Ghhk— Gaghhh—!!” The sounds coming from her throat were obscene — raw, humiliating, a wet mix of desperation and filth.

She tried to talk. Tried to beg. Tried to say anything that might convince Noah to let her explode.

But she couldn’t say a word — not with his massive cock shoved so deep in her throat that her mind was fogged by nothing but gagging, pressure, and the taste of him.

The sounds got wetter. Dirtier.

And Noah?

He just got harder. He slammed deeper into her throat, eyes half-lidded as he listened to her gag on him like a broken whore.

And then… something snapped inside her.

Behind the blindfold, Justicia’s eyes flew wide open in pure, blazing pleasure.

For her, pain meant pleasure.

And right now? She was feeling so much pleasure, she couldn’t hold it anymore. She wasn’t even allowed to cum, but her body didn’t care. Her body trembled, her muscles twitched, her soul screamed.

She couldn’t handle it.

Seconds later, Noah finally pulled his cock from her throat. It came out with a wet, nasty pop. Justicia gasped for air, her chest rising and falling in erratic waves. Her lungs were burning.

But she didn’t waste time catching her breath.

No — she had something more important to say.

“Ahh… please… please… let me cum,” she begged, voice hoarse and wrecked, her body still twitching, her cunt still clenching around nothing.

She needed it. She needed release. If she stayed in this state any longer, she felt like her sanity would break.

Noah watched her with a smirk.

“Why should I let you cum, huh?” he said, his voice calm and cruel as he began gently caressing her body.

He started with her breasts — squeezing them, folding them into any shape he wanted like they were his personal toys. Then he lowered his mouth and sucked on them, his tongue flicking her nipples with deliberate slowness.

And all of this he did it from behind her head — standing above her, dick still throbbing next to her face — while she begged with tears in her voice.

“Master… please…” she whimpered, her voice shattered, broken.

But her arousal only grew.

It was contradictory, twisted, filthy — she wanted to cum, but at the same time, she wanted this torment to continue. The denial was making her hornier. The pain was feeding her pleasure. She didn’t know if she wanted to be freed — or ruined forever.

She was in complete dilemma.

But still, she kept begging.

“If you want release,” Noah said, “do something to deserve it.”

His voice had turned almost cruel now. Cold. Icy.

But Justicia didn’t hesitate.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” she screamed, instantly. No pause. No shame.

Noah smiled.

“You’re already doing whatever I want.”

He said that calmly. Then he ignored her pleas.

Because he knew.

He knew exactly the kind of masochist she was.

And as a respectable man, he was going to satisfy her twisted little kink to the very depths of hell.

He kept touching her — exploring her body, groping her curves, pressing kisses against her silky skin. Her celestial body was divine — soft, tight, smooth like forbidden silk.

Touching her feels like a blessing.

But touching her pussy?

That was a something Noah wanted to know the feeling of.

And he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He had played the cruel game long enough — teasing, choking, tormenting her for the sake of pleasure.

But now?

He wanted to fuck.

He returned to his spot — directly in front of Justicia’s soaked, leaking pussy. He pulled out both dildos — one from her cunt, one from her ass — and shoved his underwear back into her mouth like she wanted.

Justicia didn’t react.

Her mind was too far gone, too high on pleasure to register what was happening.

And then—

“You can cum now.”

Noah’s voice dropped like a holy decree.

A sentence passed from god to sinner.

And that was it.

That was all she needed.

The moment those words touched her ears, her entire body exploded.

Her muscles clenched, her back arched, her pussy squirted violently — a fountain of hot, sticky cum spraying all over the table and splashing onto Noah’s chest and stomach.

She didn’t care.

She didn’t even notice.

All that mattered was that she finally came — and the sensation was so good she thought she might die from it.

But she didn’t even get the chance to breathe—

Because the very next second, Noah’s cock slammed into her pussy with a brutal thrust that hit her womb directly.

“Aaah… fuck…” Noah moaned, eyes closed, savoring the tightness.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Her pussy was celestial — soft, wet yet hungry, wrapping around him like the sun wrapped around the earth, like light wrapped around shadow.

He took a second. Just one.

Then he started pounding her.

Hard. Deep. Ruthless.

Justicia couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t even see.

She could only feel.

And what she was feeling… was like divine punishment.

Her gagged, muffled moans echoed loud and raw. Wet slaps filled the room. His cock drove into her again and again, slamming deep against her insides like a battering ram.

After several minutes, Noah changed positions.

Instantly, Justicia’s restraints shifted — now hanging from chains by her arms, her body lifted off the floor. Her legs were spread wide again, suspended by chains, her body swinging just slightly.

And Noah stepped forward and slammed into her again.

Fucking her like never before.

Behind her blindfold her eyes rolled back. Her mouth was dripping saliva. His underwear still stuffed deep inside. Her entire body was shaking.

What a degenerate sight.

And it only got filthier.

Because seconds later — Noah changed holes.

He stopped fucking her pussy.

And started sodomizing her.

That’s right — Noah was now sodomizing Justicia. The Celestial. The Goddess of Light and Justice.

The woman who once ruled the skies with divine wrath…

Was now being fucked in the ass like a lowly slave.

Gagged, restrained, blinded — and she was loving every second of it.

She begged. She moaned. She whimpered.

And she accepted everything.

Just like the slave she had become.

And truly…

It was beautiful.

—End of Chapter 227—

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