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Chapter - 136 Shakuyaku’s Surrender (R-18)

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Shakky lay sprawled on the floor of her own bar—once her sanctuary, now transformed into a shrine of her surrender.

The wooden planks beneath her felt strangely cool against her heated skin.

Above her loomed Saint Lakeman, his presence overwhelming, godlike. Shadows from the low-burning lanterns cast along his defined figure, making him look more myth than man.

Her breath caught. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

This wasn’t fear. Not anymore.

This was anticipation.

She had chosen to stay. And in doing so, she had given herself.

Even she couldn’t quite explain why—but deep in her gut, she wanted to be claimed. She wanted to see what it felt like to be unraveled completely.

Lakeman crouched over her, eyes gleaming crimson with command.

He cupped her chin between his fingers and tilted her face upward, his smirk dangerously calm.

“Let’s taste those smoky, dark lips first,” he said, voice rich and deep—like wine poured in candlelight. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

Shakky’s lips parted slowly. “Just… don’t go easy on me.”

He kissed her.

There was no hesitation, no caution.

His lips captured hers with total authority, stealing her breath as his tongue plundered her mouth in a savage, intoxicating dance.

She moaned into him, helpless against the tide. Her body, already warmed by anticipation, ignited under the kiss—every nerve awakened.

He pressed down on her, pinning her to the wooden floor.

One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threaded in her dark, tousled hair. The other slid purposefully beneath her vest, exploring the heated skin beneath.

His palm traced her midriff—slow, deliberate.

She shivered as his fingers dipped lower, brushing the underside of her breasts with a possessive squeeze.

“Mmh…” she whimpered into his mouth. Not fear. Not protest. Something else entirely.

‘What’s happening to me?’ her thoughts spun. ‘Why does his touch… feel this good?’

Across the room, Stussy watched from a velvet chair, one leg crossed high, her skirt bunched around her hips. Her fingers moved languidly between her slick folds, eyes glued to the scene with smoky lust.

Her voice was a low, appreciative hum. “He’s flawless when he dominates.”

Lakeman finally pulled away, a thread of saliva connecting their lips before snapping.

He studied her expression—flushed, breathless, lips swollen from his kiss.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said simply.

Shakky hesitated, then whispered, “I… maybe.”

He grinned. “That’s enough for now.”

With a sudden motion, he tore her vest open.

The fabric gave way, exposing her breasts—round, full, firm from years of training. Her nipples stood erect, begging for attention.

She gasped but didn’t cover herself.

He dipped his head, warm breath brushing her skin before his mouth latched onto a nipple.

He sucked slowly at first, tongue swirling in lazy circles, then grazed the stiff bud with his teeth.

“Aaah…” she moaned, her back arching, her thighs tightening around him.

His other hand claimed her second breast, fingers rolling the nipple between practiced fingers. Each motion coaxed gasps from her lips, her hips writhing under him, no longer in resistance but in desperate yearning.

Stussy moaned from across the room, fingers moving faster, wetter, her breath catching as she watched her master claim another.

The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air.

Lakeman shifted, grinding his clothed hardness against Shakky’s soaked panties. The friction sent electric shocks through her core.

Shlick… shlick…

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “You’re soaked already. Tell me, do you want this?”

There was no shame left in her.

“Yes…” she whispered.

His grin widened.

With fluid motion, he peeled her pants down her thighs, exposing her lace panties—drenched and clinging to her folds like a second skin.

He stored his own clothes into his pocket space, revealing his hardened form. Every inch of his bare body radiated heat and power.

He let his thick cock slide slowly along her slit, soaking it with her juices.

Schlick… schlick…

Shakky shuddered, legs wrapping around his waist without thought, body aching for more.

“You ready?” he asked again, pausing at her entrance.

She bit her lower lip. “Yes. I want it all.”

And he gave it to her.

SHLUP.

Her gasp was sharp—eyes wide as he filled her completely in one slow, deliberate thrust.

There was no pain. Only stretching, heat, and the overwhelming sensation of being full.

Her cunt clenched around him like a velvet vice.

“Perfect,” he groaned. “Like you were made for me.”

He began to move.

Each thrust was deep, controlled, dragging his shaft along every sensitive wall inside her.

Her body quaked beneath him, breasts bouncing with every motion. Her moans turned to cries.

“Don’t stop… nghhh…”

“Say it louder,” he demanded, biting gently at her neck.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out. “Just—keep going!”

His rhythm quickened. The slap of skin echoed in the room. Their sweat mixed. The air grew hotter.

Pah.

Schlick.

Pahhh.

“You’re my good slut now,” he growled.

With a guttural moan, he slammed deeper, harder. Her nails raked down his back. Her legs tightened.

Then—he buried himself to the hilt and released.

Throb.

Pulse.

Splurt… splurt…

His seed spilled deep into her womb as her climax exploded.

Her voice cracked into a scream as her walls convulsed violently around him, milking him for every drop.

They collapsed together, clinging. Breathing. Sweating.

Drip.

When her breath returned, Shakky let out a breathless laugh. “That all you got?”

Lakeman’s grin darkened. “Oh, I’m far from finished.”

With effortless strength, he flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her breasts against the floor as he gripped her hips and lifted her rear into the air.

“Still want more?” he asked, cock resting between her slick folds again.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” she whispered.

He entered her from behind, thrusting in with force and hunger. Her moans deepened—throatier, filled with something primal.

Pah.

His hips clapped against her ass, each collision sending ripples of ecstasy through her.

“I want everything,” she whimpered.

Lakeman traced his fingers down the curve of her spine, pausing at her rear entrance.

“Even this?”

Her breath hitched. She turned to glance at him over her shoulder, lips parted.

“I trust you.”

He slicked his shaft with her juices and pressed his tip to her tight ring.

“Relax.”

She did.

Bit by bit, he pushed in, watching her expression closely.

She gasped—but her eyes fluttered, a flush rising to her cheeks.

No pain. Just the slow burn of fullness, stretching and claiming.

He bottomed out with a groan.

“You really are made for me,” he whispered.

Her body trembled. “Use it… all of me…”

He began to move.

Each thrust was slow at first—deep, stretching, molding her to his shape.

Then faster. Harder. Her cries came in waves, mixing pleasure with surrender.

From the side, Stussy watched, hand buried between her thighs, moaning softly.

When Lakeman groaned—releasing deep inside her again—Shakky’s second orgasm crashed over her. Her voice broke as she shuddered, filled, trembling in his arms.

They collapsed again, tangled in heat and release.

When he pulled out, she stayed limp, breath ragged, body glowing with sweat and satisfaction.

He walked toward Stussy, who rose to her knees immediately, eyes filled with adoration.

She licked him clean—tongue gentle, lips reverent, as if worshipping a divine relic.

“Good girl,” Lakeman murmured, stroking her hair.

When she was done, she rose with a pleased hum.

“She’s going to be trouble,” Stussy said with a teasing glance at the spent woman on the floor.

Lakeman chuckled. “Only until she begs me for more.”

Shakky didn’t speak.

But she didn’t deny it either.

Her body still trembled.

And somewhere deep within…