Teach Me Dirty

5: Pleasure And Pain

When Nudoz returned to his room, Notera was still there. She rose up, thinking what wrong she might have done, to make him not want to have s*x with her.

“Where did we stop?” Nudoz asked, pulling his tunic, and placing it inside the wardrobe.

He walked to the bed, and pulled down his trousers. “Come, bend your knees at my c**k. And suck it till I cum.”

Notera obeyed, she knelt before him, and began to serve him. She held his c**k, and gave it some light stroke, before placing her wet tongue on the cap of his c**k. This reaction made Nudoz’s shoulders relaxed slightly, and a small “f**k,” left his lips.

By now, the veins on his c**k are visible. She placed her mouth, taking him all at once, feeling his c**k hit the back of her throat as she sucked him like her life depends on it. Gaging at every hit she felt on her throat.

“Take my balls.” He remains dominant, and she is submissive.

She slowly removed and pulled her mouth from his hard veiny c**k. Her saliva poured, and mixed with his wetness.

He held unto her hair, feeling his balls inside her mouth, which was warm, and welcoming. His balls were huge, it occupied her mouth. Everything about Nudoz was huge.

“Go back to my c**k, make sure you suck me till I cum.” He commanded.

“Yes my King.” She obeyed. Taking him, and sucking his c**k really fast, and using her right hand to stroke it at the same time. While her left hand steady on his thighs, moving with devotion. This made him exhale sharply.

“f**k hell.” It left Nudoz's lips as he felt his c*m about to pour. This also drew a low groan from him as he tilted his head back, and his cums poured all over her face.

“Swallow every bit.” He moaned. And she obeyed, every last content of his sperm all went through her throat.

But he wasn’t done with her, that was just oral. He needed the main thing, to bury his c**k into her already wet v****a.

He directed her to the furniture, and bent her over slightly. His hand wrapped around her waist, while the other gave her ass a soft spank making her winch.

He dipped a finger into her p***y, pure wetness pouring out of her. He increased the finger to two, then three… stretching her, making her ready for his c**k.

This made her moan, her body always responded to him. He gave her ass another spank, this time rougher, which made her moans sound like scream.

Then he put his c**k all at once, from behind. He isn’t a slow pacer, he was rough. And he kept hitting her hard as she screamed, and lost balance due to how fast he was going.

But he doesn’t care, he just wants to release a good amount of sperm into her. His pace increased each hit, and after twenty minutes, he reached orgasm.

Immediately he pulled out of her, her weekend knees betrayed her, and she fell on the ground with a trembling body.

“Freshen up, and leave.” He said, not caring if he did a number on her. She forced herself to stand up, entered the bedroom, and showered.

She slipped into her dress, and took a step toward the door, ready to leave. But he blocked her path.

“Call me Sifas. And make sure you rest… properly. I might need you in a few hours.” With that, he turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving only the faint sound of running water behind him. She quietly stepped out of his room.

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Immediately Nudoz stepped out of the bathroom, water still clinging to his skin as he reached for a cloth. Just then, a knock sounded on the door. “That must be Sifas,” he thought, already certain of who it was.

“Come in,” he called calmly.

The door opened without hesitation, and just as he had expected, Sifas stepped inside the room.

Sifas bowed his head respectfully. “I was told by Notera that you seek my presence,” he said.

Rollo finished changing into his robe before walking over to the bed and sitting down slowly. His body still felt drained, betraying him after the intense s*x he had just had. It was always like this, especially when he gave in to his desires in the afternoon, leaving him both satisfied and slightly weary.

But there were matters he needed to settle first.

“I saw the clothes on Kehanar. They were torn. Who did that?” Nudoz asked, his voice calm but edged with authority.

Sifas immediately recognized the tone. It wasn’t truly a question, but it was a demand for the truth.

“It was Henda,” Sifas replied without hesitation. “He is responsible for tearing her clothes. If I hadn’t stepped in when I did, Henda might have forced himself on Kehanar.” His words were truthful, leaving nothing hidden as he reported exactly what had happened.

That was all Nudoz needed to hear. Rising from the bed, he straightened his robe, his expression hard and unreadable.

“I’m leaving now. Meet me in the Chamber of Pain, and make sure you bring Henda with you,” Nudoz said firmly before turning away.

Sifas bowed deeply before turning to carry out his king’s orders without delay.

Once he left the room, Nudoz headed straight for the Chamber of Pain. A few men assigned to guard and maintain the place were already on duty there. The moment they spotted him approaching, they straightened immediately and bowed their heads in respect.

After a few minutes, the door opened again. Several guards marched in, dragging Henda into the room on Sifas’s command. Henda struggled weakly, but the guards held him firmly, forcing him forward.

“Tie him to the chair,” Sifas ordered coldly. Without hesitation, the guards obeyed, binding Henda’s wrists and ankles tightly so he could not move.

Throughout it all, Nudoz remained silent, watching with an unreadable expression. When the guards finally stepped back, their task complete, Nudoz spoke at last.

“Bring me the knife,” he ordered calmly, his voice carrying a dangerous authority.

“Please… please, have mercy,” Henda begged desperately, his voice shaking as fear gripped him.

Sweat gathered on his brow while his eyes darted toward the knife. He didn’t need anyone to explain what Nudoz might do with it. Whatever it was, he knew it would not end well for him.

The knife was placed into Nudoz’s hand, resting easily in his grip. He said nothing, his silence far more frightening than any threat. Slowly, he walked toward Henda, who sat tied to the chair, breathing hard, fear clear in his eyes.

There was no need to ask questions, Nudoz had already heard enough. Reaching forward, he grabbed Henda’s ear firmly between his fingers and positioned the blade against it.

There was no hesitation in his movement. With a swift, merciless s***h, the knife sliced through flesh, and Henda’s right ear was cut off in a single brutal motion.

A loud cry tore from Henda’s throat, echoing painfully through the chamber. Nudoz tossed the severed ear aside without a glance and calmly wiped his blood-stained hands on a towel.

“I made it clear before… no one touches Kehanar under any circumstances,” he said coldly. “Yet you still chose to disobey me?”

“I’m sorry… please,” Henda pleaded through his pain. “Spare me. Have mercy, King Nudoz.”

“Mercy?” Nudoz repeated coldly. “That word has no meaning in my terms.” His voice carried no emotion as he turned his gaze toward Sifas. “Make sure you torture him. I want to hear his screams all the way to the meeting room.”

Sifas nodded without hesitation, understanding the command clearly. “I have a meeting to attend,” Nudoz added, as if the matter was already finished. Without sparing Henda another glance, he turned and walked out of the Chamber of Pain, leaving the man’s fate behind him.