Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1154 1154: Chapter-1155

*Chuuuuuuu…*

Anon pressed Mira forcefully against the coarse bark of an aged jukan tree, his substantial thigh wedged between hers, widening her stance just enough to destabilize her. His mouth consumed hers like a famished predator—lips bruising, teeth nipping, tongue conquering every moist recess without leave or pardon.

He broke the kiss with a wet smack, strands of saliva lingering between their mouths for a fleeting, shameful moment before snapping.

"To whom do you belong?" His voice dropped to a low, rasping rumble. He grasped her jaw in a large hand, fingers pressing into the yielding flesh beneath her cheekbones, compelling her dazed gaze to meet his.

"To you, Master..." Mira's voice quivered, breathy and faint. "My body only belongs to-"

She never finished.

Anon's other hand darted downwards, fingers burying themselves into the plump flesh of her backside as if aiming to leave indelible marks. He simultaneously yanked her forward and crushed his mouth back onto hers, swallowing the remainder of her statement along with her startled gasp.

His tongue plunged deeply, assertively, coiling invasively around her tongue, caressing the roof of her mouth, then flicking the sensitive underside until a whimper escaped her lips into the kiss.

*CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*

*SQUEEZEEEEEEE*

The damp, intimate sounds of their mouths filled the mountain's quietude, overpowering the wind.

While his tongue intimately explored her mouth with slow, deliberate movements, his right hand worked her backside with punishing intensity. Thick fingers parted her cheeks through the sheer fabric of her shorts, then squeezed again—with enough force that the pressure resonated directly to her clit. Mira's hips jolted involuntarily, driving her slick lower body against his thighs.

"Mmmnnhhh..." The sound attempted to escape, but Anon sealed it within her throat, absorbing every muffled noise as if it were fine liquor.

A full five minutes elapsed in this manner—a languid, illicit embrace while his hand relentlessly worked her rear. Squeezing, separating, slapping lightly, then pressing in again until the skin beneath her shorts burned a rosy hue. Each time she attempted to pull away for air, he followed, nipping her lower lip and tugging until she whined.

When he finally released her mouth, a gleaming thread of spit stretched between them before breaking. Mira's lips were swollen, a deep crimson, and trembling.

"Master..." she whispered, her eyes glazed, cheeks flushed. Her entire being resonated with the low-grade current of ecstasy he had imposed upon her.

Anon smirked—a dark, predatory expression. His hands remained fixed on her rear, thumbs tracing slow, tantalizing circles over the lower curve where her thigh met her cheek.

"You possess a remarkably ample backside, don't you, Luv?" He emphasized his words by gripping both of her generous curves and lifting, forcing her onto the balls of her feet. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest; taut, aching nipples scraped against his shirt like tiny projectiles. "So incredibly soft... so full. They jiggle with every touch."

Mira bit her lip, attempting—and failing—to suppress the small, embarrassed moan that escaped.

Anon's left hand finally withdrew from her rear. He brought it slowly up between their bodies, palm glistening with a thick, explicit mixture of her discharge and sweat-slicked skin.

"Well... what have we here?" he murmured, his voice laced with a perverse amusement.

He smeared the sticky fluid across her cheek—slowly, deliberately—then trailed his damp fingers to her lips.

"Open," he commanded.

Mira's lips parted instantly.

He inserted two fingers into her mouth, allowing her to taste the salty-sweet concoction of them both. Her tongue curled around them without hesitation, sucking gently, eyes fluttering shut in mortified delight.

"Good girl," he replied, thrusting his fingers shallowly while his right hand returned to her backside, sliding this time to her nether lips, feeling the slick mess she had created.

"Anhhhh~" Mira moaned softly as Anon's fingers grated against her slick core.

Her legs were already trembling like a newborn fawn's when another thick stream of her own arousal poured from her swollen heat, running in hot, sticky rivulets down the insides of her quivering thighs and pooling on the earth between her knees.

"How about you show me just how exquisite your oral skills are, Luv?" Anon inquired, his voice thick with dark amusement as he gazed down at the disheveled girl kneeling before him.

"Y-Yes... Master..." Mira's response was slurred, already half-entranced. She dropped to her knees with such speed that the impact sent her heavy breasts bouncing. Her trembling fingers fumbled at his zipper, a desperate, clumsy attempt.

*WHIPPP*

The instant the button popped and the zipper yielded, his immense, vein-covered cock sprang forth like a prepared weapon—thick, heavy, glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum at its opening—and struck her upturned face with a wet smack. The bulbous head landed directly over her left eye, smearing a slick streak from her eyebrow to her cheekbone.

"S-So huge…!!" Mira let out a gasp, her eyes wide with genuine astonishment for a moment until the raw, musky, pheromone-saturated smell of his cock overwhelmed her senses.

Her pupils dilated. Her entire body stiffened.

*SQUIRRRTTTT—SPLRRRTTT—SQUELCH*

A violent, indecent torrent erupted from her cunt, drenching her thighs, splashing onto the ground, and saturating the grass beneath her. Her hips arched forward uncontrollably as if she were attempting to embrace the empty air.

"Ohhhhhhh… Anhhhhhhh~!!"

Her face contorted into a complete, broken ahegao: her lips sealed in a perfect, drooling 'O', her eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible, her tongue lolling out long and limp, thick strands of saliva already dripping from its tip to splatter onto her heaving breasts.

Anon released a low, contented chuckle.

"Fine… I'll just use that mouth-pussy myself. Clearly, the alterations I made to your memories have transformed your slutty little body into a hypersensitive ***** for my scent. I'm not in the mood to be with an unconscious cum-bucket tonight."

He gripped a handful of her hair and yanked her head forward at the precise moment he thrust.

*GLUCK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—*

His thick cock head pierced past her lips, grazed over her flattened tongue, and slammed directly into the rear of her throat with the initial brutal stroke. Her gag reflex activated immediately, her throat convulsing as it attempted to expel the intruder, but he paid it no mind. He simply continued his relentless thrusting, utilizing the spasming muscles as if they were a sheath made for his own pleasure.

Tears streamed instantly from the corners of her crossed eyes. Thick ropes of frothy saliva and pre-cum bubbled at the stretched corners of her mouth with every withdrawal, only to be forced back inside with each subsequent vicious plunge. Wet *glorps* and choking *gwurks* echoed obscenely through the tranquil mountain atmosphere.

*GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK*

"Dragon-mouthed ***** are the finest," he declared.