213 Chapter 32 - The Fall To Debauchery (7)
Leon's POV
I felt like I was finally breaking Charlotte down. I didn't expect it to be this easy, but maybe her current lack of choices had made her more compliant. I knew that by tomorrow, she'd probably revert to her old self, throwing verbal jabs at me like before. But that was a problem for another day. Right now, I wanted to savor the sight of her spreading her legs for me.
I positioned myself over her, feeling the anticipation build. Slowly, I slid my dick inside her. Unlike the first time, it wasn't as hard now; she was no longer a virgin. Yet, she was still incredibly tight, her body gripping me with a familiar intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
"Nghhhhnn~!"
Charlotte still felt a twinge of pain, but the pleasure flooding through her eclipsed it completely. I had no intention of handling her gently. No, to assert dominance, I had to make it abundantly clear who was in charge. So, like a relentless pile driver, my meat rod hammered into her womb. Each thrust rubbed against her folds with a forceful intensity, scraping them and igniting a firestorm of pleasure down her spine. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"Ahhh, ahhh, nnnn!" she moaned, her voice a symphony of pain and ecstasy.
With each vigorous thrust, the semen I had recently released surged out from between her folds, creating a visceral, sloshing symphony.
"Ah, ah, ah, Nn, ahhhh!"
Charlotte's hands instinctively covered her flushed cheeks, torn between shame and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. With each forceful thrust, she couldn't help but surrender to the sensations coursing through her body. Her once-glassy eyes now drooped heavily, her expression twisted with unrestrained desire.
"A, ah... Ah, ahhh, ah, higu, it's so deeep...!"
With each thrust, she let out an impatient whimper, her voice climbing higher in pitch with each passing moment, as though she were teetering on the edge of her limits. Watching her in this state only fueled my arousal further. A once dignified woman, now beneath me, her refined demeanor replaced by unbridled desire.
'Now I'm going to transform you into a woman who doesn't remind me of Kaori anymore.'
With that determination fueling me, I shifted my position, lifting myself from below and raising her hips as if folding her in half.
"Eh, W, what are you doing? Kyaa! It's so heavy...!"
In this position, I fucked her. It's what some call the mating press. An exaggerated missionary position that lets me penetrate her deeply. In this stance, I could feel her cervix, that ring-like muscle, being stretched by my cock.
I plunged my hips down with urgency in the mating press position, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
I paid no heed to her pleas. Instead, I resumed thrusting my hips.
"S-Someone... save me..."
I could tell she was drifting into a daze. I silenced her with a kiss, sealing her lips with mine. In response, she teasingly flicked her tongue against mine. She was unraveling before my eyes. Yes, she was on the verge of breaking. But I wouldn't relent. The night was young, and her body still craved me.
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Maya's POV
I woke to the sensation of the bed shaking, a feeling I was all too familiar with. After all, this bed was used for Master's pleasure. So, it was natural for it to shake. I wasn't the one currently enjoying Master's company, which meant he had someone else in his bed at the moment.
However, something felt off instantly. Despite the bed shaking and the sound it made, there were no moans accompanying it. That was unusual. Normally, when you woke up after being knocked out by Master's intense lovemaking, you'd hear at least a few moans. But now, there was none.
I shifted my gaze beside me and witnessed Master vigorously fucking a woman. Yes, he was fucking her, but she wasn't making any sounds. For a moment, I wondered if she was already dead—had she been fucked to death?
"Aug, ug, ughh..."
But then, I discerned the faint moans, barely audible amidst the silence, as she teetered on the edge of collapse.
When did they start? I struggled to recall, my memory hazy from the haze of pleasure and unconsciousness. But it dawned on me that if I had blacked out, Master had been engaged in this relentless coupling with the woman for hours on end.
There was no way one woman alone could satisfy Master. That's why this was happening.
The woman lay there, unconscious, her body convulsing involuntarily, her eyes glazed over in a vacant stare. Meanwhile, Master grasped both of her legs, his hips driving forward with the force of a pile driver. She was completely coated in his essence, as if a deluge of it had been unleashed upon her. But it didn't end there. I couldn't fathom the amount that had been deposited inside her, but her lower belly swelled with it, distending as though she were carrying a child.
After a while, Master groaned and tightened his grip on both legs. Through the gap between her swollen pussy lips and his pulsating shaft, I could witness the overflow of his essence, spilling out uncontrollably from within her.
Instead of basking in the afterglow of his release, Master forcefully turned the woman's body over, her limp form offering no resistance. With a determined thrust, he resumed pounding into her from behind, his hips slamming against her relentlessly.
Seeing this, I simply turned onto my side, pretending to still be asleep.