Emily laughed—cruel, triumphant—as she finished, her piss dripping from Jasmine's chin, her hair, her tits. "There." She stepped back, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now you're fucking clean." She leaned down, gripping Jasmine's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "Good girl."
Jasmine stared up at her—shocked, furious, dripping—but beneath the anger, beneath the humiliation—
There was something else.
Something dark.
Something hungry.
"Y-You fucking cunt—" Jasmine panted, her voice raw, broken—but her eyes burned. "I hate you—"
Emily smirked. "No, you don't." She reached down, gripping my cock—still hard, still throbbing—guiding it toward Jasmine's lips. "You hate that you want it."
Jasmine's breath hitched—but she didn't pull away.
She opened her mouth.
And took me in.
Jasmine's lips sealed around the head of my cock, her tongue pressing against the underside in a desperate attempt to ease the stretch—but it was useless.
My cock was too thick, too long, too fucking big for her throat to handle. The moment I shoved in, her eyes watered, her gag reflex kicking in instantly, her throat convulsing around the head as I pushed deeper.
"Nnngh—! Mmmph—! F-Fuck—!" Her words were muffled, desperate, her saliva dripping down her chin in thick, shiny streaks. But I didn't stop. I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and slammed her face onto my cock—hard.
"Take it, you filthy slut." My voice was a growl, rough and unforgiving. "All the way down."
Emily watched, grinning, her fingers trailing over her own pussy, already wet again from the show. "That's it... choke on it." She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear. "You love this, don't you? Love being used like a worthless cumdump."
Jasmine's throat seized around my cock, her nails digging into my thighs, scratching deep red marks into my skin. She tapped my leg—once, twice—her way of begging for air—but I ignored it. The sounds she made—wet, gurgling, choking—fueled me, made my cock twitch violently inside her throat.
"Mmmmm—Good girl." Emily purred, her hand sliding down to cup Jasmine's tit, squeezing hard through her soaked blouse. "Look at her... taking it all like the good little whore she is."
Jasmine's eyes rolled back, her throat fluttering around my cock, her tongue working desperately to please me. The realization that she wasn't fighting anymore—that she wanted this—made my balls tighten, the pressure building to a breaking point.
"Fuck—I'm gonna cum—" I growled, my hips snapping forward, forcing my cock deeper into her throat—
And then—
I lost it.
The first spurt hit her throat like a fucking tsunami.
"Nnngh—! Guh—! Mmmph—!" Jasmine's eyes bulged, her throat working frantically to swallow—but it was too much, too fast. My cum poured into her, thick and hot, filling her throat before spilling out the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin in white, shiny rivulets.
"Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! Swallow it, slut!" Emily snarled, her fingers tightening in Jasmine's hair, forcing her to take every last drop. "Every fucking drop or I'll shove it back down your throat!"
But I wasn't done.
SPURT.
Another wave hit her, harder this time, filling her mouth to overflowing. Jasmine gagged, choked, her nose dripping with saliva and cum, her tears mixing with the mess on her face. "Mmmph—! Nnngh—! I—I can't—!" Her voice was muffled, broken, but her hands—fuck—her hands stopped pushing me away. Instead, they clutched at my thighs, holding on tight as she took it.
SPURT.
"Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! It's—It's too much—!" Her body shuddered, her thighs pressing together as her pussy clenched—empty, aching, desperate—
SSSSHHHHHHH.
A torrent of piss exploded from between her legs, soaking the floor, the sour, musky scent of it filling the room. Her body convulsed, her pussy squirting hard, mixing with her piss in a filthy, uncontrolled flood. "Nnngh—! I'm—I'm pissing—! Aaaaaah—!"Her face flushed deeper, her body shaking as her bladder emptied itself completely, pooling beneath her knees.
"That's it... let it all out, slut." Emily laughed, low and cruel, her fingers still rubbing Jasmine's clit, forcing her orgasm to drag on. "Cum for him. Show him how bad you need it."
SPURT.
Another wave of my cum hit her throat, filling her mouth again, spilling over her lips, dripping down her tits. Jasmine moaned—broken, shattered—as her pussy clenched again, another wave of piss spilling from her, mixing with my cum on the floor, the scent of us—filthy, obscene, perfect—filling the room.
Emily's eyes bulged, her breath catching in her throat as she watched my cock pulse—again, and again, and again—filling Jasmine's throat with thick, white ropes of cum that just kept coming. The sound of Jasmine choking, gagging, swallowing was obscene, wet, filthy—but it was the sight of my cock that held Emily captive.
"W-What the fuck—?!" Her voice cracked, her face paling as she stared at my cock—still hard as fucking steel, still throbbing, the veins bulging along the cock like living things, pulsing with every spurt of cum that poured into Jasmine's mouth. "H-How much—?!" Her fingers twitched at her sides, her body tensing as she realized—this wasn't normal. This wasn't human.
"Aaaaaah—! Mmmph—! Nnngh—!" Jasmine gagged around my cock, her throat working frantically to swallow, but it was useless—my cum just kept coming, spilling out the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin in thick, white rivulets.
Her eyes watered, her nose dripping with saliva and cum, her tears mixing with the mess on her face—but she didn't stop. She couldn't. Her body shuddered as another wave of piss spurted from between her legs, soaking the floor, the sour scent of it mingling with the musky aroma of sex.
Emily's gaze dropped to my cock—still rock-hard, still weeping precome, the head swollen and angry, veins throbbing beneath the skin like they were begging to burst.
"A-And it's still so hard..." Her voice was a whisper, awed, terrified. "And hasn't calmed at all..." She swallowed, her throat bobbing as she stared at the monster between my legs.
"L-Look at those veins..." She reached out—hesitant, trembling—her fingers hovering just above my cock, not daring to touch, but aching to feel the heat of it. "It's—It's like it's alive—"
Jasmine pulled back with a gasping cough, her lips glistening with cum, her breath ragged. "Mmmmm—Fuck—" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming as she followed Emily's gaze. "Hmmm..." She panted, her chest heaving. "He's not normal..." Her fingers traced the veins on my cock, light, teasing. "And he's not done yet."
"Don't tell me..." Jasmine's eyes flickered up at Emily, dark and knowing. "You're afraid..." A slow, cruel smirk spread across her face. "Afraid he'll knock you up?"
Emily's face twisted—fear flashing in her eyes for the first time. "I... I won't—" She stammered, stepping back—
But Jasmine was faster.
With a sudden, violent movement, she lunged, gripping Emily's hips and yanking her forward. "If you're so afraid of getting pregnant—" She growled, her fingers digging into Emily's asscheeks, spreading them wide—"—why don't you take it in the ass?"
Emily's eyes bulged, her face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson as Jasmine's thumb pressed against her tight, virgin asshole, circling the puckered ring of muscle with slow, deliberate pressure. The air was thick with the scent of sex, cum, piss, sweat, and the musky, earthy aroma of fear and lust mingling together.
"W-What—?!" Emily sputtered, her voice cracking, her body tensing as Jasmine's fingers dug into her hips, holding her still. "N-No... my ass... can't take... it..." Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, her eyes darting between Jasmine's feral grin and the monster of my cock—still hard, still throbbing, precome beading at the tip like a promise of ruin. "He's too big... I-I'll be broken—!"
Jasmine laughed, low and cruel, her lips brushing Emily's ear as she leaned in. "Mmmmm—That's the point, bitch." Her thumb pressed harder, spreading the spit she'd hocked onto Emily's asshole, lubing it just enough to make her whimper.
"Aaaaah... fuck..." Emily moaned, her body betraying her as her ass twitched around Jasmine's thumb, clenching desperately.
"Jack... don't—" Emily pleaded, her voice raw, broken, but her eyes—fuck—her eyes were glazed, hungry, terrified of what she wanted.
Jasmine grinned, wolfish. "Oh, baby..." She grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, her fingers tracing the throbbing veins, feeling the heat of me pulsing in her palm.
"Here..." She aligned the head of my cock against Emily's asshole, pressing just enough to make her gasp, her body tensing in anticipation.
"Take this asshole..." Her voice dropped to a growl, her grip tightening on my shaft. "And tell this bitch..." She leaned in, her lips brushing Emily's ear again, her voice a poisoned whisper. "...who this bitch belongs to."
Emily's breath hitched, her asshole clenching desperately around nothing, her body shaking with fear and need. "N-No... please—" Her voice was a whimper, but her hips—fuck—her hips rocked backward, just a little, betraying her words.
Jasmine chuckled, dark and knowing. "Oh, you want it, don't you?" She pressed the head of my cock harder against Emily's asshole, forcing a broken moan from her lips. "You want to know what it feels like..." Her fingers tightened on my shaft, guiding me forward—just a little—just enough to make Emily whimper. "...to be fucked like the slut you are."
Emily's asshole twitched, clenching tightly around nothing, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts. "I-I can't—" Her voice cracked, but her body betrayed her, her ass pushing back just a little more, as if begging for it.
Jasmine didn't wait for permission.
With a sudden, rough shove, she pressed my cock forward—
POP.
My cock pressed against Emily's tight, virgin asshole, the head already breaching her ring of muscle, stretching her wide—too wide—too fast. The sight of her asshole puckering around me, resisting before giving way, made my cock twitch violently.
"AAAAAAAAH—! FUCK—! IT'S SPLITTING ME OPEN—!" Emily screamed, her voice raw, broken, her fingers clawing at the floor as her ass burned around my invasion. "N-NO—! IT'S TOO FUCKING BIG—! I CAN'T—! I CAN'T TAKE IT—!"
"Mmmmm—Yes, you can, slut." Jasmine purred, her voice thick with satisfaction as she watched Emily's asshole stretch around my cock, the ring of muscle clenching desperately before giving way. "Look at you... taking that monster cock like the good little whore you are."
"IT HURTS—! IT'S TEARING ME—! FUCK—! FUCK—!" Emily sobbed, her asshole burning, stretching, and clenching tightly around the head of my cock as I pushed deeper. "I—I CAN'T—! IT'S TOO MUCH—!"
"Shut the fuck up and take it," Jasmine growled, her fingers digging into Emily's hips, holding her still as I rammed my cock inside her ass—all the way—to the hilt.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH—! FUCK—! FUCK—! IT'S IN—! IT'S ALL THE WAY IN—!" Emily screamed, her back arching, her ass clenching violently around my cock, her ring of muscle stretched so wide it looked like it might rip. "I—I FEEL IT—! I FEEL IT IN MY GUTS—!"
"Mmmmm—That's right, bitch." Jasmine moaned, her voice dripping with lust as she watched Emily's asshole gaping around my shaft, the way her lips trembled as she moaned. "Now fucking take it like the slut you are."
Emily's ass clenched tightly around my cock, her body shaking as the pain morphed into something darker—something needier. "Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! It's—It's so deep—! I—I can't—! I can't breathe—!"
"You don't need to breathe," Jasmine growled, her fingers tightening on Emily's hips as she rocked her back onto my cock, forcing her to take every inch. "You need to cum."
The Pussy Feast – A Squirting, Drinking, Sobbing Mess
Before Emily could react—before she could even breathe—
Jasmine dropped to her knees—fast—crouching beneath Emily, her face pressing between her legs. "Mmmmm—Let's see how wet this bitch gets." Her tongue darted out, licking a long, slow stripe up Emily's soaked pussy, tasting her juices before sealing her lips around her clit.
"A-AAAAAH—! FUCK—! J-JASMINE—! NO—! I CAN'T—! IT'S—IT'S TOO MUCH—!" Emily cried, her body jerking as Jasmine's tongue found her clit, circling it relentlessly, forcing her hips to buck against her face.
"Mmmph—That's it, slut..." Jasmine moaned, her voice muffled against Emily's cunt. "Cum for me... Let me taste you... Let me drink you dry."
"N-NO—! I CAN'T—! IT'S—IT'S COMING—!" Emily's voice broke, her fingers gripping Jasmine's hair, holding her there as she ground her pussy against her face. "Aaaaaaaah—! Hmmmm—! I—I CAN'T—! IT'S—IT'S TOO STRONG—!"
"Mmmmm—Yes, you can," Jasmine growled, her tongue flicking fast, hard, forcing Emily's orgasm to build—uncontrollable, shameless. "Now cum for me, whore... Let me taste you... Let me drown in you..."
SSSSHHHHHHH.
A torrent of pussy juices exploded from Emily, soaking Jasmine's face, drenching her hair, pooling on the floor beneath them. "Nnngh—! FUCK—! I'M—I'M SQUIRTING—! I'M CUMMING—! AAAAAAAAH—!" Emily screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy pulsing hard, squirting in long, uncontrolled spurts.
Jasmine didn't pull away.
She drank.
"Mmmmm—Fuck—! So fucking sweet..." She moaned, her tongue lapping at Emily's pussy, catching every drop, swallowing it down like it was the finest wine. "Aaaaaah—That's it... Give me more... Let me taste you... Let me fucking own you..."
"I—I CAN'T—! IT'S—IT'S TOO MUCH—!" Emily sobbed, her body shaking, her ass still clenching around my cock, her pussy dripping into Jasmine's waiting mouth. "P-PLEASE—! I CAN'T—! IT'S—IT'S TOO STRONG—!"
Emily's hips grinded against Jasmine's face, her pussy mashing into her tongue with wet, sloppy squelches, her juices dripping down Jasmine's chin as she moaned into her mouth. "Aaaaaah—! FUCK—! Hmmmm—! Y-You filthy whore—!" Her fingers tangled in Jasmine's hair, yanking her closer as her orgasm exploded from deep inside her.
SSSSHHHHHHH—!
A torrent of pussy juices erupted from Emily, soaking Jasmine's face, drenching her hair, and pooling on the floor beneath them. "Nnngh—! FUCK—! I'M—I'M CUMMING—! AAAAAAAAH—!" Emily's body convulsed, her thighs shaking as her pussy pulsed, squirting in long, uncontrolled spurts, her juices mixing with Jasmine's saliva in a filthy mess.
Jasmine didn't pull away.
She drank.
"Mmmmm—Fuck—! So good..." She moaned, her tongue lapping greedily, catching every drop, swallowing it down like it was the finest wine. "Aaaaaah—That's it... Give me more... Let me drown in you..."
Emily's legs buckled, her body shuddering as the last of her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed forward, her palms slapping against the wall, her chest heaving, her tits swinging heavily as she panted. "Nnngh—! F-Fuck—" She gasped, her pussy still throbbing, her asshole aching from the stretch of my cock—
SMACK.
My cock pulled out of her ass with a wet pop, slapping against Jasmine's face with a loud, obscene THWACK. The sound echoed in the room, the impact leaving a fresh red mark on her cheek.
"Aaaaaah... hm..." Jasmine moaned, her face stinging, her lips glistening with Emily's juices. She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming as she looked up at Emily—still panting, still dripping, still not mine because I haven't filled her pussy with my cum yet.
Emily pushed herself upright, her back against the wall, her breath ragged. She glanced down at Jasmine—kneeling, dripping, humiliated—and grinned, slow and cruel.
"Oh..." Emily purred, her fingers gripping Jasmine's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "Your face is all red from the cock slap..." She traced her thumb over the mark, smearing the last of her juices into her skin. "Did my big boy hurt you, hmm?"
Jasmine's face twisted, her nostrils flaring. "F-Fuck you—"
Emily laughed, low and mocking. "Oh, baby..." She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear, her breath hot and taunting. "I already did." Her hand slid down, cupping Jasmine's breast through her soaked blouse, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. "But you..." She pinched Jasmine's nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp. "You still haven't."
Jasmine hissed, her fingers clenching into fists. "Y-You bitch—"
Emily grinned, feral. "And you love it." She released Jasmine's chin, her hand sliding down to grip her throat, forcing her to look at the mess between her legs.
"Look at yourself." Her voice dropped to a whisper, cruel and sweet. "On your knees... dripping... begging..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear again. "Just like the filthy slut you are."
Jasmine's breath hitched, her body tensing—but not in anger.
In shame.
In need.
Emily's fingers dug into Jasmine's throat, her thumb pressing harder against her clit, forcing a broken moan from her lips. "Mmmmm— Look at you, Jasmine..." Her voice was a poisoned purr, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear as she felt her body tremble—not in anger, but in shame, in need.
"All red and messy... dripping like the filthy slut you are." She twisted her fingers in Jasmine's hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her to look at her. "Do you think your husband knows how wet you get when you hear a cock slap?"
Jasmine's breath hitched, her face burning as Emily's words sank in. "N-No—" Her voice cracked, but her eyes—fuck—her eyes darted to my cock, still throbbing, still weeping precome, the veins pulsing with promise.
Emily grinned, feral. "Oh, baby..." She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear again, her breath hot and mocking. "He does." Her hand slid down, gripping Jasmine's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.
"And he loves knowing his wife is a fucking whore for a bigger cock than his." She chuckled, low and cruel, her fingers trailing down to circle Jasmine's nipple through her soaked blouse. "I bet he jerks off every night, imagining you choking on a cock like this."
Jasmine's body trembled, her thighs pressing together as her pussy ached. "P-Please—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, desperate.
Emily laughed, mocking. "Please what, slut?" Her fingers pinched Jasmine's nipple, twisting just enough to make her gasp. "Please let you cum?" She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear. "Or please let you suck my boyfriend's cock while your husband listens?"
Jasmine's face burned, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "I—I can't—"
"Oh, you can." Emily purred, her hand sliding down to cup Jasmine's pussy, squeezing lightly. "And you will." She pressed her fingers against Jasmine's clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "Because if you don't..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, cold and calculating. "...I'll tell him exactly how much you begged for this cock behind his back."
Jasmine's body jerked, her pussy clenching empty, aching for more. "N-No—" Her voice cracked, but her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking it desperately.
Emily's voice dropped, cold and calculating. "Call your husband and ask him to come over here...." She tightened her grip on Jasmine's chin, her thumb pressing harder against her clit. "And show him what a slut you are..." Her lips curled into a smirk.
"Otherwise... your hungry pussy..." She leaned in, her breath hot against Jasmine's ear. "...will die of hunger because it's not gonna get that cock."
Jasmine's eyes widened, horror flashing across her face. "N-No... don't—... I—I—" Her gaze locked onto my cock—throbbing, demanding, unrelenting—and her voice broke.
"I will call my husband here..." Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, her breath ragged. "P-Please..." Her voice was a whisper, broken, desperate. "Just give me that cock..."
My cock throbbed—hard—at her words, precome beading at the tip in thick, shiny drops.
Jasmine's fingers fumbled with her phone, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she pulled up her husband's contact. "P-Please—" Her voice cracked, her eyes darting between Emily's smirk and my cock—still hard, still demanding. "I need it—" Her thumb hovered over the call button, her body shaking with need.
Emily grinned, triumphant. "Do it." Her hand slid down, gripping my cock, stroking it slowly as she watched Jasmine struggle. "Or lose this cock forever."
Jasmine's thumb hovered over the call button—hesitant, terrified—but her body betrayed her. Her pussy ached, her asshole twitched, remembering the stretch of my cock.
RING.
RING.
"H-Hello?" His voice was tired, confused, the static of the call crackling between them.
"D-Darling—" Jasmine's voice cracked, her thighs pressing together as her pussy ached. "I—I need you to come to the store—" She swallowed hard, her hand tightening around my cock—
RRRRIIIIPPPPP.
Emily's hands grabbed the neckline of Jasmine's top, her fingers digging into the fabric before tearing it open with a single, violent motion. The sound of seams splitting filled the room as Jasmine's bra was yanked away, her huge, heavy tits spilling free, her soggy, brown nipples hard and aching, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and arousal.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh—! F-FUCK—! M-My tits—!" Jasmine gasped, her back arching, her tits bouncing obscenely as the cool air hit her exposed skin.
"N-Nnngh—! T-Too sensitive—!" Her voice was a broken moan, her fingers clenching the phone tighter as Emily's fingers pinched her nipples—hard—sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her.
Husband's concerned voice sounded " Jasmine... what happened... what's that noise... are you okay?"
"Aaaaaah....I... I need you to come—" Her voice wavered, her free hand stroking my cock harder, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "The stock— It fell—!"
"Oh, that—" His voice sounded relieved, dull—completely believing her. "You should've just waited until morning—"
"N-No—! It's urgent—!" Jasmine whimpered, her body trembling as Emily's other hand slid down, flicking her clit—once, twice—forcing a broken moan from her lips. "The shelves— They're unstable—!" Her voice broke into a whimper as Emily's fingers twisted her nipples, pulling them taut.
"Oh, alright—" His voice was sighing, annoyed—but still trusting. "I'll be there in five—"
"N-Now—! Please!" Jasmine's voice broke, her hand stroking my cock faster, her pussy clenching with need. "P-Please— I need you here—!" Another whimper escaped her as Emily's fingers rolled her nipples between them, forcing her tits to jiggle.
"Jasmine, calm down—" His voice was dull, unconcerned. "It's just stock—"
"N-No—! You don't understand—!" Jasmine gasped as Emily's fingers slid down, trailing over her stomach before flicking her clit again. "I need you here—!" Her voice cracked into a moan as her pussy pulsed, dripping more.
"Alright, alright—" His voice was resigned, bored. "Five minutes—"
The call ended.
Jasmine's fingers clenched the phone tighter, her knuckles turning white as her other hand stroked my cock with frantic, shaky movements. Her tits heaved with every ragged breath, her soggy, brown nipples throbbing under Emily's toying fingers. The air was thick with the scent of arousal—her arousal, my precome, the musky stench of desperation.
"W-We live just two blocks from here—!" Her voice cracked, her eyes darting between Emily and the door, her body trembling with need. "He'll be here soon—!"
Jasmine's breath hitched, her pussy clenching empty, aching for more. Her eyes locked onto my cock—throbbing, veiny, weeping with precome—and her voice broke into a whimper.
"C-Can... I have this cock—?" Her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking slowly, desperately. "P-Please... I can't take it anymore—" Her voice was raw, broken, her tits heaving as Emily's fingers twisted her nipples again, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her.
I stepped back, my cock throbbing, veins pulsing with need, precome dripping from the tip in thick, shiny streaks. My eyes locked onto the toilet seat—cold, hard, perfect—and I sat down, my cock saluting the ceiling like a fucking monument to lust.
"Slide it in... by yourself." My voice was a growl, low and commanding, my eyes burning into Jasmine as she knelt before me, her tits still exposed, her nipples hard and glistening, her pussy dripping with need.
Jasmine's breath hitched, her eyes locking onto my cock—throbbing, weeping, demanding. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, hovering just above my cock, her lips parting in anticipation.
"Mmmmm— Look at you..." Emily purred, her voice dripping with mocking amusement as she stepped closer, her fingers trailing down Jasmine's spine. "How long has this pussy not tasted any cock..." Her hand slid down, cupping Jasmine's ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper.
Jasmine's face flushed, her body trembling as she swallowed hard. "I-It's been... more than eight years..." Her voice was a whisper, shaky, broken. "W-We lost interest in sex... and we became older..." Her fingers brushed against my cock, light, hesitant, as if afraid it might disappear.
Emily laughed, low and cruel. "Mmmmm— Eight years?" Her fingers dug into Jasmine's ass, forcing a gasping moan from her lips. "And now?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing Jasmine's ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. "Your pussy is dripping like it's been starving for decades." Her hand slid lower, dipping between Jasmine's thighs, finding her soaked pussy. "Liar."
Jasmine's breath caught, her body jerking as Emily's fingers circled her clit, rubbing in slow, teasing motions. "N-No— I swear—" Her voice cracked, but her hips rocked forward, grinding against Emily's hand, her pussy clenching with need.
"Mmmmm— Such a good little liar." Emily purred, her fingers pressing harder against Jasmine's clit, forcing a broken moan from her lips. "Then prove it." Her voice was a command, dark and possessive. "Slide that cock inside you... and show us how much you've missed it."
Jasmine's breath hitched, her nails digging crescents into her own thighs. "I... I don't know what's happening to me..." Her voice cracked, thick with need.
"Your moans—they unraveled me. And then I saw him... saw that cock..." A shudder wracked her body, her thighs trembling. "I can't breathe without it. If I don't take it—if I don't let him ruin me with it—I'll splinter from wanting."
Jasmine's fingers trembled as she positioned herself over my lap, her pussy hovering just above my cock, the heat of her folds already dripping with arousal. Her tits heaved, her soggy brown nipples throbbing, glistening with sweat and need.
"Mmmmm— One thing is fucking sure, bitch..." Jasmine's voice dropped to a husky growl, her eyes locking onto Emily with a smirk so filthy it dripped with triumph.
"My pussy..." She reached down, spreading her lips with her fingers, showing off her tight, glistening hole, "...is going to fucking ruin your asshole's reputation."
Emily's face twisted, her nostrils flaring as her grip on Jasmine's hip tightened, her fingers digging into her flesh. "Y-You dare—"
"Oh, I do, slut." Jasmine laughed, low and mocking, her fingers stroking my cock slowly, teasing the head against her soaked entrance. "Eight fucking years of neglect..." She moaned, rolling her hips just enough to let the tip breach her, stretching her just a little. "...and still tighter than your used-up asshole."
Emily's breath hitched, her face burning with rage. "Y-You fucking cunt—"
"Mmmmm— Exactly." Jasmine grinned, feral, her pussy clenching around the head of my cock as she took another inch, her walls milking me tightly. "Bet your asshole couldn't even handle this cock—" She rocked her hips, forcing a gasping moan from her own lips as she took more. "—let alone make a man cum this hard."
Emily's fingers twitched, her body tensing as she watched Jasmine ride my cock, her pussy gaping around my cock, juices dripping down my balls. "Y-You bitch—"
"Oh, honey..." Jasmine purred, her voice dripping with venom as she leaned in, her lips brushing Emily's ear. "I'm not the one who had to beg for lube..." She rocked her hips harder, forcing my cock deeper, her pussy squeezing me tightly. "...because my pussy stays fucking wet."
Emily's face flushed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I-I hate you—"
"Mmmmm— No, you don't." Jasmine moaned, her fingers digging into Emily's thighs as she ground herself harder against me, her clit rubbing against my pelvis.
"You hate that I'm right." She leaned in, her voice a poisoned whisper. "You hate that your asshole couldn't keep a man hard—" She rocked her hips faster, her pussy milking my cock with every thrust. "—but my cunt has him fucking dripping."
Emily's entire body vibrated with fury, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles bleached white. "Y-You—" Her voice cracked, raw with betrayal. "You rotten, slutty little—"
Jasmine didn't just laugh—she preened, her back arching as she dragged her fingers through the obscene mess dripping from where my cock stretched her open. "Ohhh, Em..." She brought her glistening fingers to her mouth, her tongue swirling around them with a lewd, wet slurp. "You can call me whatever you want, baby..." Her free hand slapped my chest, hard enough to sting. "But we both know you're jealous."
"Jealous?!" Emily's voice was a shattered scream, but her eyes—fuck—her eyes were glued to where Jasmine's pussy clung to my cock, gaping around the thickest part, her lips swollen and weeping.
"Mmm-hmm." Jasmine moaned, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, milking me. "Jealous that his cock is inside me..." She reached down, spreading herself open with two fingers, letting Emily see—see how her cunt pulsed, how her juices dripped down my shaft. "Jealous that I get to feel this..." She gasped as I twitched inside her, her nails digging into my skin. "That I get to take it..."
That was it.
I snarled, my mouth crashing onto her thick, brown nipple—not kissing, not licking—biting. My teeth sank into the tender flesh, and Jasmine screamed, her back bowing off the bed. "FUCK—!YES!—" Her hands flew to my hair, yanking, forcing me deeper. "Suck them, baby—fucking ruin them—!"
I obeyed.
My tongue lashed over the abused bud, soothing the sting before I hollowed my cheeks and sucked—hard. The taste of her—salt and heat and something sweetly musky—exploded on my tongue. Her nipple swelled against my palate, throbbing, and I bit down again, this time twisting my head just enough to make her howl.
"AAAAH—!FUCK!—" Jasmine's cunt clamped around me, her walls ripping along my length. "His mouth—! Emily, look—! He's eating me alive—!" She grabbed her other breast, pinching her own nipple, her hips bucking wildly. "I'm gonna cum just from his teeth—!"
"You whore..." Emily's voice was broken, her hand creeping between her own thighs, her fingers trembling.
Jasmine grinned, her eyes locking onto Emily's betrayal. "That's right, bitch..." She reached down, spreading herself wider, letting Emily see how her pussy stretched around me, how her clit throbbed, begging for touch. "Watch how good he fucks me..." She moaned, her voice dropping to a filthy purr. "Watch how deep he goes..."
I growled, my patience shattered.
My hands seized her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her stomach, and I slammed her down—hard. Her pussy swallowed another inch, her walls fluttering in protest.
"NGH—!FUCK!—" Jasmine's scream was raw, her nails raking down my chest. "He's—!HE'S—!"
"Take it....," I grunted, my hips pistoning upward. "Inside that womb...."
"YES—!PLEASE!—" Jasmine's head thrashed, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard as stones from my mouth. "Breach my womb—!FUCKING BREACH ME—!" Her hands flew to Emily, grabbing her wrist, forcing her fingers closer to her own soaked pussy. "Feel how wet I am for him, Emily—!FEEL IT—!"
Emily whimpered, but she didn't pull away.
I roared, my cock swelling, the head pressing against her cervix—once, twice—
POP.
"AAAAAAAAHHH—!HOLY FUCK—!" Jasmine's entire body locked, her back arching off the bed, her pussy choking my cock as I plowed into her womb. "HE'S INSIDE—!HE'S IN MY WOMB—!" Her voice was a shattered scream, her juices gushing around me, drenching my balls. "EMILY—!LOOK—! LOOK AT HOW DEEP HE IS—!"
I couldn't hold back.
My cum boiled up from my balls, my cock pulsing, throbbing—
"I'M CUMMING—!" I howled, my hips slamming upward, burying myself to the root as the first scorching jet of cum blasted into her womb.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH—!FUCK—!FUCK—!FUCK—!" Jasmine's scream was endless, her pussy milking me, her cunt spasming as my cum pounded into her.
"HE'S FILLING ME—!I CAN FEEL IT—!IT'S SO MUCH—!" Her hands clawed at my shoulders, her body convulsing with every thick spurt. "EMILY—!HE'S BREEDING ME—! HE'S GONNA MAKE ME PREGNANT—!"
"You bitch..." Emily's voice was broken, her fingers finally slipping between her own thighs, her moan mixing with Jasmine's screams.
"Mmm—yes—!" Jasmine's voice was slurred, her pussy overflowing, my cum leaking back out in thick rivulets. "Take a good look, Emily..." She reached down, scooping up the mess of cum and juices dripping from her stretched-open cunt, and smeared it over her swollen clit. "This is what a real fuck feels like..." Her hips rolled, grinding my softening cock, milking out the last drops. "And you'll never have it."
My cock kept pulsing, thick ropes of cum hammering into Jasmine's womb with obscene, wet slaps. She whimpered, her pussy clenching around me like a fist, her thighs trembling as she tried—and failed—to lift herself off me.
Then—
"Jasmine... Jasmine... where are you?"
The voice was male. Close.
Jasmine's entire body froze.
Her cunt locked around my cock, her walls strangling me so tight I hissed. "It's—it's my husband—" Her voice was a choked whisper, her nails digging into my chest.
Emily's grin was pure venom.
She moved like a shadow behind the door—hiding, but not before mouthing at me: "Don't. Fucking. Move."
The footsteps grew louder.
"Jasmine?" The voice was closer now, laced with confusion. "I heard—are you okay?"
Jasmine panicked, her hands slapping against my chest as she tried to push herself up—but her womb was swollen, stuffed with my cum, her cunt suctioned around my cock like a vice. "N-Nno, I—I'm—" She gasped as another spurt of cum painted her insides, her body betraying her. "I'm fine—!"
Emily's laughter was a silent, shaking thing from behind the door.
The doorknob turned.
"Jasmine, what the hell—?!"
The doorknob turned.
The door creaked open.
And there he stood.
A sloppy, soft-bellied man with a patchy beard, his stomach spilling over his waistband, his eyes wide with disbelief. He froze in the doorway, his mouth hanging open, his breath hitching in his throat.
From where he stood, all he could see was Jasmine's ass—plump, jiggling, her round asscheeks, her back arched in shameful pleasure, her spine curved as she rode my cock—stuck, trapped, breeding.
But he recognized her.
The birthmark on her lower back. The way her hair curled at the nape of her neck. The sound of her moans—broken, desperate, familiar.
"W-What the fuck—?!" His voice was hoarse, his face twisted between horror and disbelief.
Jasmine's face burned. "B-Baby, I—I can explain—!" She tugged again, but her pussy refused to let go, her womb clenching around my throbbing cock. A fresh gush of cum spilled out of her, dripping onto the sheets.
Emily stepped out from behind the door, her smirk wicked, her fingers glistening from where she'd been touching herself while watching.
"Oh, old man..." Her voice was sweet poison. "Come here... quickly." She beckoned him closer, her eyes gleaming. "Your wife..." She giggled, pointing at where my cock disappeared inside Jasmine. "She's stuck."
The husband's face paled. "W-What—?!"
"Mmm..." Emily sauntered forward, her hand trailing down Jasmine's spine before slapping her ass—hard. "She took such a big cock..." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Now she can't get off it."
Jasmine whined, her hips twitching helplessly. "P-Please, baby—it's not what it—AH!—" She screamed as I flexed my cock inside her, her womb fluttering around the head.
"See?" Emily purred, her fingers dipping into the mess between Jasmine's thighs before holding them up—glistening with cum and juices—to the husband's face. "She's full of him..." She licked her fingers slowly, her eyes locked on his. "Mmm... delicious."
The husband staggered back, his hand flying to his mouth. "J-Jasmine...?"
"I tried to stop—!" Jasmine's voice cracked, her body shaking as another wave of aftershocks ripped through her. "But—but it feels so—NGH!—" Her back arched as I rolled my hips, grinding my pubic bone against her clit.
"Oh, baby..." Emily cooed, her hand sliding up the husband's chest. "She loves it..." She pressed him forward until he was right beside his cheating wife. "Don't you, slut?"
Jasmine sobbed, but her pussy pulsed again, milking me. "Y-Yes—!I'm sorry—! But it hurts so good—!"
The husband's breathing was ragged, his eyes darting between his wife's ruined pussy and Emily's smirking face.
"So..." Emily's voice was a purr, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock, stretching Jasmine open. "Are you gonna help her..." She leaned in, her lips brushing his neck. "...or are you gonna watch?"
The husband stood frozen, his face a mask of horror and betrayal, his eyes locked on where his wife's pussy strangled my cock. Jasmine whimpered, her thighs shaking, her juices still dripping down my balls as my cum-filled cock pulsed inside her swollen womb.
Then—
"Mmm, but we're missing something, aren't we?" Emily's voice was sweet, poisonous, her fingers trailing down Jasmine's spine before hooking into the crack of her ass.
Jasmine tensed. "E-Emily, don't—!"
"Oh, baby..." Emily grinned, her thumb pressing against Jasmine's tight, puckered hole. "Your husband should see all of you..." She spread her cheeks wide, exposing the dark, wrinkled ring—clenching, twitching, winking at the air.
"NO—!PLEASE—!" Jasmine sobbed, but her asshole fluttered under Emily's touch, betraying her.
"Look at this, old man..." Emily purred, her fingers spreading Jasmine's ass open, stretching the tight hole just enough to make it pulse. "She's such a filthy slut..." She circled the rim with her thumb, pressing just enough to make Jasmine gasp. "Even with his cock stuffed in her cunt... her ass is begging for more."
The husband choked, his face twisting in disgust and fascination.
"See how it winks at you?" Emily laughed, her finger tapping the tight muscle, making it clench in response. "Mmm... such a good little whore..." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I bet she loves it up the ass... don't you, slut?"
Jasmine whined, her face burning, but her asshole twitched again, desperate. "I—I hate it!"
"Liar," Emily smirked, her finger pressing harder, sinking just the tip inside. "You love it..." She twisted her wrist, making Jasmine moan. "You love being filled... used... ruined..."
"F-FUCK—!" Jasmine's back arched, her pussy clenching around my cock as Emily's finger breached her ass. "It's—!TOO MUCH—!"
"Not nearly enough," Emily growled, her finger sinking deeper, stretching the tight ring. "Look at you..." She spread Jasmine's cheeks wider, letting the husband see—see how his wife's asshole gaped around her finger, glistening with sweat and arousal.
"Your cunt is stuffed... your womb is full of his cum..." She pumped her finger slowly, making Jasmine whimper. "And your ass is mine."
"P-PLEASE—!" Jasmine begged, but her hips rocked back, taking Emily's finger deeper.
The moment Jasmine's husband stepped into the toilet, I used Telekenesis to freeze him, his body locked in place—stiff, unmoving, trapped in his own flesh. His legs refused to budge, his neck frozen, his head fixed in a horrified stare at his wife's back—her tits bouncing, her pussy dripping as she rode my cock with shameless abandon.
"W-What's happening—?" His voice cracked, panicked, desperate. "W-Why can't I move—?!"
I bit down on Jasmine's nipple—hard—forcing a sharp, gasping moan from her lips. "Aaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Her back arched, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock, milking me as she grinded herself harder against me.
Emily grinned, feral, her fingers trailing down Jasmine's spine before stepping around to face the husband—his face twisted in horror, tears welling in his eyes.
"Mmmmm— Ohhh, darling..." Emily purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she cupped her own tits, squeezing them slowly. "You can't move..." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear—his body stiff as stone. "...or you don't want to?"
His voice broke, raw and shattered. "J-Jasmine... y-you bitch— Y-You destroyed our marriage— Twenty-five years—!"
Jasmine's body shuddered, but she didn't stop—didn't even slow down. "Mmm— Y-Yes—" Her voice was a moan, broken but unrepentant, as she rocked her hips faster, my cock pounding into her pussy. "I destroyed it."
Her husband's face crumpled, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched—helpless, trapped—while his wife fucked herself on my cock, her tits bouncing, her pussy squirting with every thrust.
"Y-You whore—" His voice was a sob, broken, betrayed. "H-How could you—?"
Jasmine laughed—low, cruel, her pussy clenching around my cock as she took me deeper. "Mmmmm— Oh, darling..." She panted, her voice thick with lust and venom.
"You never fucked me right." Her hips rocked harder, her juices dripping down my balls. "You never made me feel anything."
"I—I tried—!" His voice cracked, desperate, pleading—useless.
"Mmmmm— No, you didn't." Jasmine moaned, her fingers digging into my thighs as she ground herself harder against me. "You let me wither." Her pussy pulsed around my cock, milking me desperately. "You let me starve."
"J-Jasmine— P-please—" His voice was a whimper, pathetic, broken.
"Aaaah—! Fuck—!" Jasmine cried out, her orgasm building, her pussy clenching tighter. "I found someone who does." She leaned back, her tits heaving, her nipples throbbing as she rode me harder. "And now..." Her voice dropped to a growl. "...you get to watch."
Emily chuckled, dark and amused, her fingers sliding down to circle her own clit as she watched the scene—a husband paralyzed, a wife ruined, a cock buried deep in betrayal.
"Mmmmm— Such a good girl." Emily purred, her voice sweet and poisoned. "Now cum for him, Jasmine." Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, her other hand gripping the husband's chin, forcing him to watch. "Show your husband exactly what he lost."
Jasmine's body convulsed, her tits bouncing, her nipples throbbing as she rode me harder, her pussy squirting with every thrust, her juices mixing with my cum as it dripped from her womb.
"Aaaaaah—! Fuck—! I'M—I'M CUMMING—!" Her voice broke, her pussy pulsing around my cock, milking me desperately—but my cock stayed buried deep, stuck in her womb, throbbing with unspent cum.
Emily grinned, feral, her eyes locking onto the obscene sight—my cock lodged in Jasmine's womb, her juices leaking around the base, dripping down my balls.
"Ohhh— Looks like her womb is overflooded..." Emily chuckled, low and mocking, her fingers sliding down to grip Jasmine's ass, squeezing hard. "...and can't take any more cum..." She leaned in, her lips brushing the husband's ear, her voice a poisoned whisper. "Mmmmm— Let me help you empty it."
Jasmine moaned, broken, shameless, as Emily's hands gripped her ass, lifting her up—slowly, deliberately—forcing my cock to stretch her womb as it held on, clinging to the edge.
"Nnngh—! F-Fuck—!" Jasmine gasped, her pussy clenching desperately as Emily lifted her higher, her womb stretching around the head of my cock, refusing to let go.
"Aaaaaah—! It's the Devil—!" Her husband yelled, his voice raw and broken, his body still paralyzed, his eyes locked onto the obscene sight—his wife impregnated by another man, her womb overflowing with cum. "H-He's doing all this—! That's why I can't move—! Aaaaa—!"
I grabbed Jasmine's waist, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lifted her up—hard—forcing her womb to stretch around my cock, the head clinging to her cervix as it resisted being pulled free.
"Mmmmm— There we go..." Emily moaned, her voice thick with satisfaction as she watched Jasmine's pussy gaping around my cock, her womb stretching obscenely as it held on.
POP.
With a loud, wet pop, my cock slid free from Jasmine's womb, her walls clenching desperately as they tried to keep me inside. A torrent of cum and squirt gushed from her pussy, drenching my cock, my balls, and the floor beneath her.
"Aaaaaaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Jasmine screamed, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm dragged on, her juices mixing with my cum in a filthy flood.
"Mmmmm— Good girl." Emily purred, her hands gripping Jasmine's hips as she turned her quickly—roughly—forcing her to face her husband, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with cum and squirt, exposed for him to see.
"L-Look—!" Emily taunted, her fingers spreading Jasmine's pussy lips, showing off her gap, her womb still dripping with cum. "Your wife's pussy is fucking ruined—" She leaned in, her lips brushing the husband's ear, her voice a whisper. "—and it's all your fault."
Jasmine's husband stared at his wife's pussy—gap, dripping, used—his face crumpling in horror, tears streaming down his cheeks as he realized the truth.
"N-No— Jasmine—P-Please—" His voice was a sob, broken, pathetic. "Y-You can't— Y-You didn't—"
"Mmmmm— Oh, darling..." Jasmine moaned, her voice thick with lust and venom as she rocked her hips, forcing more cum to drip from her pussy.
"I did." She reached down, gathering her juices and my cum on her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean with a slow, obscene moan. "And I loved every second."
Emily chuckled, dark and amused, her fingers sliding down to circle her own clit as she watched the husband break.
"Mmmmm— Such a good girl." Emily purred, her voice sweet and poisoned. "Now tell him, Jasmine." Her hand gripped the husband's chin, forcing him to look at his wife—ruined, dripping, unrepentant. "Tell him exactly what he lost."
Jasmine's lips curled into a smirk, her fingers trailing down to spread her pussy lips wider, showing off her cum-filled womb.
"Y-You lost me, darling." Her voice was a whisper, cruel and triumphant. "And now..." She rocked her hips, forcing more cum to leak from her pussy, dripping onto the floor. "...you get to watch me cum for another man."
Jasmine's husband stared at his wife—her pussy dripping, her cum-soaked thighs glistening, her back arched in post-orgasmic bliss—his eyes bulging, red and bloodshot, veins popping in his forehead as his body trembled violently. His mouth hanging open, no words coming out—just a broken, gurgling moan:
"I....aaaa—" His voice cracked, raw and choked, his chest heaving like a dying animal, his fingers clawing at the air—useless, pathetic.
Jasmine smirked—slow, cruel—her pussy pulsing with the aftermath of her orgasm, my cum still leaking from her womb. She lifted herself up—deliberate, taunting—forcing another torrent of squirt to erupt from her pussy, soaking the floor—and splashing directly onto her husband's face.
"Aaaaaah—!" He gasp-choked, his body jerking as the hot, sticky spray hit his cheeks, his lips, his eyes—his own wife's filth marking him in his final moments.
I released the Telekinesis from his body—just like that.
THUD.
His body collapsed forward, face-first into the pool of Jasmine's squirt and my cum, his limbs twitching as his fingers clawed at his chest—his heart seizing under the weight of betrayal and humiliation.
"Hmmmm..." I chuckled, low and amused, watching as his body convulsed, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps—drowning in his wife's fluids, his life slipping away right there on the floor.
Jasmine didn't react.
She didn't even look down.
Her eyes were glazed, dazed—her mind flooded with the Lust Demon's influence, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of being filled, bred, claimed. She reached back, her fingers trailing down my thigh, her voice a distant, drugged moan:
"Mmmmm... More..."
Emily stepped forward, her heels clicking against the wet floor, her eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as she watched the husband twitch and gasp, his face pressed into the mess of his wife's betrayal.
"What—" She tilted her head, mocking, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't tell me you're dying..." She crouched down, her fingers gripping his hair, yanking his head up—just enough for him to see her smirk. "Pathetic."
His lips trembled, foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolling back as his heart struggled to keep beating.
Emily stood over the husband's twitching body, her heel still pressed into his back, his face mashed into the pool of Jasmine's squirt and my cum. His fingers clawed weakly at the floor, his heart stuttering its last beats as his life drained away—drowned in his wife's betrayal.
"S-Such... a... loser..." Emily tutted, shaking her head as she let him drop back down, his face splashing into the filth again. "Couldn't even satisfy such a slutty wife." She stood up, wiping her fingers on her thigh with a disgusted scoff. "Honestly? It's better you die."
Jasmine moaned softly, her fingers still stroking my cock, her mind fogged with post-orgasmic bliss and the Lust Demon's influence. She glanced at her husband's body—no remorse, no guilt, only the distant echo of a life she no longer cared about.
"Goodbye, my dear husband..." Her voice was dreamy, detached, as she leaned down—just enough to let a final drip of cum fall from her pussy onto his back. "Don't worry..." She smirked, her fingers tightening around my cock. "I'll be happy..." Her tongue darted out, licking the cum from her lips. "...with this thick cock inside my pussy."
I deactivated my Lust of Scent and Hand of Arousal abilities—the air clearing of the heavy, musky aroma of arousal, the unseen pull of desire fading—but Jasmine's grip on my cock tightened.
"Jack..." Emily stepped closer, her arms sliding around my waist, her voice soft—almost affectionate. "You're so kind to give him such an easy death..." Her lips brushed my chest, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and cum on my skin. "But we really should go..." She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with concern—or something like it. "Victor will be looking for us by now..."
I grunted—amused, unconcerned—as I pulled on my pants, the fabric sticking slightly to the dried cum and squirt still clinging to my skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex and death, but I didn't care. Death was messy. Life was messier. And Victor? He was about to learn that lesson the hard way.
"Then let him look." My voice was a growl, low and dismissive, as I buttoned my shirt, my eyes flicking to the husband's corpse—still face-down in the pool of filth, his fingers curled in the aftermath of his final heartbeat.
"P-Please take me with you..." Jasmine's voice was raw, desperate, her eyes wide and pleading—no longer glazed with lust, but filled with genuine fear. "I can't live without your cock anymore..."
I smirked—cold, calculating. I had no intention of leaving her behind. A whore this broken, this devoted? Too valuable to waste. I called Margaret and asked her pick Jasmine up.
"Margaret will pick you up." My voice was low, commanding, as I pulled out my phone, dialing the number. "You'll stay at my villa."
Jasmine's breath hitched, her fingers clutching my arm like a drowning woman gripping a lifeline. "Y-Yes— Anything—" Her voice cracked, her body still trembling from the aftermath of being filled, claimed, rewritten.
I bought 2 shadown guards and assigned them to protect Jasmine— Without her knowing. Without Emily knowing anything.
Emily glanced at her ragged dress—torn, soaked, ruined—and scoffed. "Mmmmm— Disgusting." She stepped over to the racks of lingerie and dresses, fingers trailing over the fabrics before selecting a new one—black, tight, expensive. She stripped naked right there, no shame, no hesitation, her body still glistening with sweat and cum.
"At least let me leave looking decent." She smirked, pulling on the new panties, the lace clinging to her pussy—still swollen from earlier. "Unlike some people." Her eyes flicked to Jasmine, who was still standing there, dazed, her fingers clutching the fabric of her own ruined dress.
Jasmine blinked—slowly, like she was waking from a dream—then reached for a new one herself. Red. Short. Tight. The kind of dress that screamed "fuck me" without saying a word. She pulled it on, her fingers trembling as she zipped it up, her eyes darting to her husband's body—then away, as if he wasn't even worth a second glance.
I paused—just for a moment—my gaze lingering on the corpse. Dead. Really dead. No pulse, no breath, no fucking point in wasting time on him anymore.
My fingers moved automatically, pulling out my phone, contacted SERA.
"Clean this up." My voice was cold, efficient. "All footage. All traces. Victor doesn't find shit."
"Understood, Master." SERA's voice was smooth, mechanical. "It will be as if this never happened."
Good.
I ended the call—then opened another message thread.
Isabella.
My fingers typed quickly, precise, ruthless:
"Right now is the best time to Attack Victor—he'll be busy looking for me." I told Isabella what's happened how I met Emily and now going to meet her sister and my plan of going to Russia.
"Kill all his people."
"Use the Shadow Guards."
"Do NOT kill Victor."
"I want him alive." "I want him broken." "Swallow his business. Take everything." "Leave him with nothing." "Make it hurt."
I sent it.
My fingers brushed against the screen of my phone as I slid it back into my pocket, the cool metal of the device warm from my grip. A slow, satisfied smirk curled my lips as the adrenaline from the night's filthy escapades still hummed through my veins.
And then—it popped up.
A notification from the SUDIX System.
CONGRATULATIONS,TASK COMPLETED: Dominate a Smoldering MILF in her 50s REWARD:$200,000 credited to your account.
I chukled and closed the system.
My eyes raked over Jasmine—her red dress clinging to her curves, the fabric stretched tight over her tits, her nipples still hard beneath the lace.
The hem rode up just enough to tease the top of her thighs, the glimpse of black lace panties peeking out—still damp from earlier. She shifted uncomfortably, her fingers twitching at her sides, her lips parted as if she knew I was watching—as if she wanted me to.
Fuck.
I wanted to ram my cock back inside her—right there, right now—bend her over the nearest surface and fuck the slutty moans out of her again. The way her dress hugged her ass, the way her hips swayed just slightly—she knew what she was doing. She wanted it.
But Emily stepped in front of me, blocking my view—deliberate, calculating. Her new dress molded to her body like a second skin, the black fabric hugging her waist, her tits spilling just enough to taunt. She rolled her hips, slow, exaggerated, her eyes locking onto mine as she pulled me forward—her fingers digging into my arm.
"Let's go," she purred, her voice low, husky—but the edge in it betrayed her. "Otherwise we won't be able to leave..." Her hand slid down, cupping her own hip, pushing it out just enough to emphasize the curve—a silent reminder of what she had that Jasmine didn't.
She was jealous.
And I knew it.
The favorability meter flickered in my mind—Emily: 50/100. Not enough. Not yet. She hadn't earned my cum inside her pussy—not like Jasmine had.
But right now?
Right now, I have bigger plans.l
Emily's fingers tightened on my arm, her nails digging in just enough to sting. "Jack..." Her voice dropped, softer now, almost pleading—but not quite. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "We don't have time for distractions..." Her hand slid up, cupping my chin, forcing me to look at her. "Not when Victor's men could be here any minute..."
Liar.
She wasn't worried about Victor.
She was worried about me—about where my cock was going to end up.
I smirked—slow, knowing—and let my gaze rake over her again, lingering on the way her dress clung to her hips, the way her tits pressed against the fabric. "Mmmmm— You're right." My voice was a growl, low and amused.
Her eyes flashed—annoyed, jealous, hungry—but she masked it quickly, replacing it with a smirk. "Mmmmm— Good boy." She purred, stepping back—just enough to let me see the full view of her body again, her hips swaying as she turned toward the door.
"Now let's go before I change my mind..." Her voice trailed off, just enough suggestion in it to make me wonder—was that a threat? Or a promise?
Jasmine stood there, her red dress clinging to her curves like a second skin, the fabric stretched tight over her tits, her nipples poking through the thin lace like two hard pebbles, begging to be sucked.
She shifted uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together, her fingers twitching at her sides, her lips parted in a soft, needful whimper.
Fuck.
She knew I was watching. She knew Emily was jealous. And she loved it.
Slut.
I turned to her, my voice a low, commanding growl—no room for argument, no room for doubt. "Wait for Margaret." My eyes burned into hers, dark and possessive, promising her exactly what she craved. "And don't touch yourself." My lips curled into a smirk. "That pussy is mine now."
Her breath hitched, her fingers twitching at the hem of her dress—like she wanted to rip it off, like she wanted to shove her hand between her legs and finger her sloppy cunt right there. A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it, her eyes dark with need, with hunger, with the knowledge that she was mine—body, mind, and soul.
One look.
That was all it took.
Her breath stuttered, her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress so hard her knuckles turned white. Her lips parted, a thin sheen of saliva glistening as she licked them, her tongue darting out in a slow, obscene motion—like she was tasting the memory of my cock on her lips. "Y-Yes, Master..." Her voice was a whisper, broken and submissive, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of being filled, bred, and claimed.
And I would have her again.
Soon.
Emily led me to her car—black, sleek, expensive—the leather seats still warm from the sun, the engine purring to life beneath us like a fucking beast waiting to be unleashed.
She slid into the driver's seat, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the top of her stockings, the black lace of her panties peeking out—still glistening with her arousal, the scent of her pussy filling the car.
She scoffed, her fingers tightening on the wheel—too tight, her knuckles white, her jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle tick. "Mmmmm— Tell me, Jack..." Her voice was sharp, jealous, the edge of a knife pressed against skin. "Was that bitch's pussy tighter than a fucking virgin asshole?" Her eyes flicked to me, dark and burning, her lips pressed into a thin, angry line.
I chuckled—low, amused, my eyes raking over her body, lingering on the way her dress clung to her tits, the way her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard and aching.
"Haven't you seen..." My voice was a purr, dark and knowing, taunting.
"...how her womb caught my cock..." I leaned back, stretching my arms behind my head, grinning as Emily's grip on the wheel tightened—her fingers digging into the leather like she wanted to dig them into me instead.
"...inside? Not letting go?" I laughed, low and mocking, my cock twitching in my pants at the memory—the way her pussy had milked me, the way her walls had clung to me like a fucking vice. "And it's true..." My eyes locked onto hers, cold, unyielding, possessive. "Her pussy was fucking tight."
Emily's face twisted—her lips curling into a snarl, her nostrils flaring. "B-Bitch..." Her voice was a hiss, raw and venomous, her fingers clenching the wheel so hard the leather creaked.
"I will show her..." Her voice rose, her pride wounded, her jealousy boiling over. "My pussy can be tighter than hers..." She spat, her voice rising, her body tensing like a coiled spring. "H-How can I lose to such an old, used-up slut—?"
I smirked—slow, knowing, cruel. "Mmmmm— Jealous, Emily?" My hand slid over, cupping her thigh—slow, deliberate, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric, the tension in her muscles.
"I just— I—" She swallowed, her throat bobbing, her eyes darting between the road and my hand—her mind racing, her pride warring with her need. "You are mine..." Her voice was a growl, low and dangerous, possessive.
"You will put your cock where I want it..." Her fingers tightened on the wheel, her grip almost painful. "...not in some fucking bitch who couldn't even keep her husband hard!"
I laughed—dark, amused, my fingers sliding higher, brushing over the lace of her panties—just enough to feel the heat of her pussy beneath. "Mmmmm— Are you sure about that?" My voice was a growl, low and challenging, pushing her buttons—knowing exactly how to make her snap.
Her breath caught, her body tensing—her pride wounded, her jealousy raw, her pussy clenching empty beneath my fingers. "Y-You—" Her voice broke, her eyes burning into mine—desperate, furious, needy.
"When we get to my sister's place..." Her voice was a whisper, shaky but determined. "I will show you exactly how tight I can be."
My lips brushed her ear, my voice a dark, promising growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Mmmmm— Then prove it." The words dripped with challenge, with promise, with the cold certainty that she couldn't back down—not now, not after that taunt.
Her breath hitched, her body tensing under my touch, her fingers clenching the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips—but she masked it fast, replacing it with a snarl, her voice raw and venomous.
"G-Good..." She spat, her fingers tightening on the wheel again, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. "B-Because I will eat that monster cock alive..." Her voice dropped, husky and filthy, her eyes burning into mine with a mix of jealousy and lust.
"W-Without you even having to move your hips..." Her tongue darted out, licking her lips like she could already taste me. "You will cum again and again..." Her voice grew darker, more possessive, her fingers twitching like she wanted to reach for my cock right there in the car.
"B-Begging me to let your cock have a break..."A cruel smirk twisted her lips. "But I will dry your balls."
I laughed—low, dark, amused—because fuck, she was good at this. Jealous, desperate, filthy—exactly how I liked her.
"Mmmmm— Big words..." My hand slid higher, cupping her thigh, my fingers inching closer to the heat of her pussy. "For someone who was begging for mercy... just a few minutes ago"
Her face twisted, her nostrils flaring—but before she could snap back, I leaned in further, my lips brushing the shell of her ear again, my voice a whisper that sent a shiver through her body.
"Prove it, you jealous little slut." My fingers hooked into the sodden lace of her panties, yanking them aside with a wet snap. The scent of her cunt hit me like a punch—thick, musky, desperate—and I groaned, grinding my palm right against her dripping slit. "Or fucking choke on that attitude and take my cock like the good little whore you are."
Emily's breath shattered, her back arching off the seat like I'd shocked her. "Nngh—! F-Fuck you—!" Her fingers clawed at the wheel, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching for it. I could see the war in her—pride burning, jealousy rotting her from the inside, but that need, that filthy, greedy need winning. Always fucking winning.
"Y-You—!" Her voice cracked, her lips peeled back in a snarl, but her hips rolled, grinding herself against my hand like the slut she was. "I lost because you fucking cheated, you bastard!" Her words were venom, but her body? Her body was begging. "Stuffing my tight little virgin asshole with that monster cock while your heavy fucking balls slapped my clit raw—!" A broken moan tore out of her, her free hand flying down to cover her mouth like she could stuff the sounds back in. "Like I'd let that stand!"
I laughed, low and dark, dragging two fingers up to circle her throbbing clit. "Oh, you loved it. Still do." I pinched—hard—and her hips jerked, a whimper spilling past her lips. "Admit it. You craved it. Still drip for it."
Her eyes blazed, her smirk all teeth, all filthy promise. "Then feed me it, you fucking animal." Her tongue slid out, slow, obscene, painting her lips shiny. "I'll ruin you." A breathy growl, her fingers finally abandoning the wheel to grab my wrist, shoving my hand deeper between her legs.
"I'll suck you so deep you'll forget your own name, swallow every fucking drop—" Her voice dropped to a rasp, her nails digging crescents into my skin.
"—and when I'm done?" She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her words a vow. "You'll be sobbing, begging me to stop..." A dark chuckle, her teeth grazing my lobe. "...before I even let you cum."
I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper. "Fucking try me," I snarled, twisting my fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her scream—
"AH! F-FUCK—!" Her back bowed, her pussy gushing around my fingers, her words dissolving into a broken, needy wail. "I-I'll eat your fucking balls, you bastard—! Lick them clean while you breed my throat—!"
I pulled my fingers free with a wet, obscene pop, her juices stringing between us like silver threads. My tongue lashed out, dragging up every last drop—salty, musky, hers—before sucking them deep into my mouth with a groan.
"Mmmf... So fucking sweet when you're pissed." My lips curled against my fingers, eyes locked on hers as I slowly pulled them free, her taste still clinging to my skin. "We'll see who begs first, princess."
Emily's nostrils flared, a disgusted little hmpgh tearing from her throat—but her body? Her traitorous body betrayed her. A sharp, surprised gush spilled from her cunt, the slick sound of it dripping onto the seat loud enough to hear over the engine's growl. Her cheeks flamed, her thighs snapping shut like she could hide it—
"Fucking pathetic," I laughed, low and dark, watching her squirm. "Already leaking for me, and I haven't even touched you yet."
"S-Shut the fuck up!" She snapped, but her voice cracked, her hands white-knuckling the wheel. The car lurched forward, tires screeching as she floored it, the speed pressing me back into the seat—but my eyes never left the way her thighs trembled, the way her breath came in ragged, needy gasps.
Her jaw clenched, another tiny, humiliated squirt betraying her. "I hate you."
"No," I corrected, leaning in, my breath hot against her ear. "You hate how much you want me."
The car roared, but the sound of her whimper? That was louder.
The car's engine growled beneath us, a low, steady hum that matched the pulse in my cock as I watched Emily's fingers dig into the wheel like she wanted to strangle it.
She hadn't spoken since her last snarl, her jaw locked tight, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts through her nose. Good. Silence suited her better than lies.
I pulled out my phone, the screen casting a cold blue glow over my fingers as I thumbed a message to SERA: "Any Update on Victor and Isabella?"
The reply was instant, the words sharp and clinical—just like her: "Isabella's forces are mobilizing. Three teams. Simultaneous strikes on Victor's strongholds in the north, east, and downtown. He's obsessing over the shopping center footage—the one where you and Emily ran into each other."
"No traces. I erased everything. But he's not stupid. He's close. And he's not just looking for you anymore. He wants to kill both of you."
The phone's glow painted my fingers blue, the weight of it grounding in a way nothing else could. The world outside the car was chaos—Victor's hunters, Isabella's war, the stink of blood and gunpowder clinging to my clothes like a second skin. But here, in the dim glow of the screen, was something real.
Yuko's name flashed, and for a single, stupid second, my chest tightened.
"Can we meet?"
I exhaled, slow, controlled, before my thumbs moved—deliberate, unhurried, like I had all the time in the world.
"Sister Yuko," I typed, the words careful, measured. "I'm on a business trip for a week." My thumb hovered. Then—"Is something urgent? I'll cancel. If you need anything."
The three dots pulsed. Once. Twice.
Then— "No.. No... No.. It's nothing urgent. Really."
I imagined her on the other end—Haruna curled beside her, the scent of lavender tea thick in the air, Yuko's fingers twisting in the hem of her kimono sleeve.
"Haruna and I are fine. More than fine. You've given us everything. Thank you, always."
My grip crushed the phone. "You never have to thank me," I sent, the words clipped, final. " You are Haruna's sister..., my family."
The dots again. Longer this time.
"I know. But... It's nice to hear. Be safe."
I stared at the screen until it went dark.
I exhaled sharply. Guilt was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not now.
Emily's scoff was a whipcrack, her hand lashing out before I could react. The phone tore from my grip.
"Who the fuck were you texting?" Her voice was venom, but her fingers trembled—just slightly—as she clutched the phone. "Victor's seen your face. He's not an idiot. He'll trace this, you reckless bastard—"
I didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just watched her, the way her chest heaved, the way her thighs shifted like she was fighting the urge to squeeze them together.
Emily's scornful snort dragged me back. "Who the fuck is Yuko?" Her voice was razor-edged, but her fingers twitched on the wheel, betraying her. "Your wife? Your pet? Or just another whore you've got on a leash?"
"Yuko," I said, slow, deliberate, watching her pupils dilate. "My wife."
A beat. Then— "Wife." The word was flat, dangerous. Her grip on the wheel tightened, her knuckles bleaching white. "How cute. How fucking domestic." A bitter laugh tore from her throat. "And here I thought you were mine."
I leaned in, close enough to smell the salt on her skin, the musky hint of her arousal beneath the leather and gasoline. "Jealous?"
"Fuck you."
"No," I purred, my breath hot against her ear. "Fuck me."
She jerked the wheel, the car lurching as she slammed the gas. The engine roared, but her voice cut through it—sharp, unsteady: "Japanese, huh? Oka-san? Onee-san?" Her lips twisted, her gaze flicking to my mouth. "Which one turns you on more, boy? The mother... or the sister?"
I didn't answer. Just watched her, waiting.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. "I'm old enough to be your oka-san," she purred, her voice dropping into something dark, honeyed. "So call me that."
I let the silence stretch, let her squirm in it. Then— "Oka-san." The word rolled off my tongue, thick, filthy. My hand shifted, my fingers brushing the inside of her thigh—just barely. " Okaa-san... my cock is hurting.. it needs Okaa-san's pussy."
The car swerved—hard. Emily's breath caught, her hips jerking in the seat like I'd touched her. "You—!" Her voice cracked, her free hand flying to shove at my chest—but I caught her wrist, pinning it to the wheel.
Her laugh was broken, desperate. "You little shit—" But her thighs parted. Just an inch. Just enough.
"Oka-san's pussy," I repeated, my voice a rasp, my cock throbbing against my zipper. "Right now."
"Pull over." My voice was gravel, command, the words scraping out of me like a promise of ruin. The car's engine snarled beneath us, the heat of her—musky, desperate—filling the space between us until I could taste it.
Emily's laugh was wild, reckless, the sound of a woman who'd already decided to burn and was just waiting for the match. The car screeched into an empty alley, tires spitting gravel, the headlights carving two jagged blades of light into the dark. "No."
Her hand crashed against my chest, shoving me back—but her legs spread. Just enough. Just fucking enough to let the cool air hit the soaked lace of her panties, the scent of her spilling between us like an offering.
"You want it?" Her voice was a snarl, her fingers digging into my collar, yanking me closer. Her eyes burned, dark and hungry, her lips parted—not for words, but for teeth, for bites, for the filthy things she'd rather do than say.
I didn't answer. Just watched her, my hand sliding up her thigh, my thumb pressing against the damp heat of her through the flimsy fabric. "Then earn it."
Her breath hitched, her hips jerking into my touch before she caught herself, her laugh turning sharp, mocking. "Oh, darling." Her fingers trailed down my chest, slow, deliberate, until they hovered over the bulge in my pants. "You think I'm just gonna spread for you like some desperate little slut?"
My grip tightened on her thigh, my nails biting into her skin just enough to make her gasp. "Aren't you?"
She laughed again, broken, breathless, her head tilting back against the seat. Then—her voice dropped, low, poisoned honey: "What happens... if you made your Okaa-san pregnant." Her hand cupped me, squeezing, her thumb dragging over the head of my cock through the fabric.
I froze.
For a second, the world narrowed—just her, the weight of her words, the image they painted: her, heavy with my kid, her breasts swollen, dripping, her lips wrapped around my cock while she fed me—
"Fuck." The word was a growl, torn from me, my hips jerking into her grip before I could stop myself.
She pulled back, her laugh ringing out—wild, triumphant, her hand yanking away like she'd burned herself. "Oh, god." She wiped her eyes, like she were crying from laughing so hard. "You should see your face."
Emily's chuckle was a razor, dripping with the kind of mocking sweetness that made my fingers itch to ruin her. "Ha... ooo..." She cooed, her hand patting my cheek like I was some obedient little pet, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "My little boy is a momma lover..."
Something dark and feral uncoiled in my chest.
My hand shot up, seizing the front of her dress—yanking her forward until her breasts spilled over the neckline, heavy, ripe, the lace of her bra barely containing them. Then my fingers found her nipples, pinching—hard.
"Aaaaaah—!" The sound tore from her, raw, broken, her back arching off the seat. "D-Don't—!"
"Shut up." My voice was a whip-crack, my fingers twisting, rolling, pulling until the buds were hard as pebbles, dark red with blood and need. "You want to talk, Oka-san?" I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath. "Then say something worth hearing."
She gasped, her body trembling, her hands flying to shove at my chest—but I caught her wrists. "Or is this all you've got?" My thumb flicked her nipple again, watching as her eyes watered, her lips parting on a whimper.
"A-Ah...! N-No, it's—" Her voice cracked, her hips squirming in the seat, her thighs pressing together like she could stifle the ache between them.
"It's true..." She panted, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her gaze dropping to my mouth. "You are a momma's boy..." Her laugh was breathy, broken, but her eyes burned with victory.
"That's why you came too quick inside that bitch Jasmine." Her voice dropped, low, venomous. "Even My virgin asshole... didn't get that..." She leaned in, her lips brushing my jaw, her tongue tracing the pulse in my throat. "Now I know why..."
My grip on her wrists tightened, my nails digging into her skin until I knew there'd be crescents left behind. "You know?" I growled, my free hand shoving up her skirt, my fingers finding the soaked lace of her panties—ripping them aside.
"AH! F-FUCK—!" Emily's cry was raw, broken, her head snapping back against the headrest, her spine arching like a bowstring pulled taut. Her pussy clenched around my fingers so hard I could feel her pulse, her walls fluttering like she was already on the edge. "Y-Yes! I know—!"
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving, her nipples still hard and aching from where I'd pinched them. Then—her body went stiff, her eyes snapping open, wide and wild.
"Hmm..." Her voice was a velvet blade, low and mocking, but beneath the sarcasm I caught it—the flicker of something sharp, nervous. Like a predator realizing she'd just stepped into a trap of her own making.
"Stop." Her hand shot down, gripping my wrist with surprising force, her fingers digging into my skin like claws. The car slowed, the engine purring beneath us like a cat toying with its prey. Her thighs snapped shut, her voice dropping to a hiss, venomous and sweet: "We're already at my sister's place..."
I followed her gaze out the window, past the wrought-iron gates, past the manicured hedges, to the sprawling villas bathed in the golden haze of the setting sun. Texas. Rich. Isolated.
Perfect.
I pulled my fingers back, slow, deliberate, licking the glistening arousal from them with a leisurely smirk.
She shoved my hand away, her lips curling into something feral. "So behave."
I leaned back, watching her, amused. "Or what, Oka-san?"
Her smile was a knife. "Or you'll find out what happens to bad boys who don't listen."
I chuckled, low, dark, but I didn't push. Not yet.
The car didn't stop.
One minute. Five. Ten.
I glanced at the dashboard clock, then at Emily, her knuckles white on the wheel, her smile too wide, too sharp.
"Emily." My voice was a warning.
She laughed, the sound high, almost hysterical, as the car turned down a private drive, the gates closing behind us with a final, metallic clang. "This time it's really here..." Her gaze flicked to mine, gleaming with triumph. "Ha. Haa. Haa."
The villa loomed ahead, all white stone and dark windows, like a mausoleum waiting to swallow us whole.
I exhaled, slow, controlled, my fingers flexing against my thigh.
Clever girl.
"You tricked me." My voice was calm, almost admiring.
The engine died with a final, shuddering sigh, the sudden silence so deafening it felt like the world had stopped breathing. Emily's grin was all teeth, wild and unrepentant, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. "And you fell for it."
Her hand dropped to my thigh, squeezing, her nails digging in through the fabric of my pants—not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but something electric that shot straight to my cock. I didn't flinch. Didn't react. Just watched her, amused, waiting.
Then she moved—fast, like a cat, slipping out of the car before I could stop her. I followed, my fingers closing around her wrist in one smooth motion, twisting just enough to make her hiss, her body arching back into mine.
"Careful, Emily." My lips brushed her ear, my voice a purr, a promise, a threat. "You're not the only one who plays games."
She shivered, but her smirk didn't waver. "We'll see about—"
"Emily..." A voice, smooth as honey, rich as sin, cut through the tension between us. "You naughty girl... what are you doing here...?" A pause. "And who is this?"
Emily's body went still, then melted, her voice shifting in an instant—no more venom, no more bite, just sweet, girlish delight. "Sister...!" She pulled free of my grip, running toward the figure standing in the doorway, her arms outstretched. "I missed you... so much..."
I turned.
And fuck.
The woman standing there was every fantasy I'd ever had wrapped in satin and sin. Same age as Emily, maybe a few years older—mature in a way that made my mouth water.
Her body was all curves, soft and ripe, the red silk dress she wore clinging to her like a second skin, the fabric stretched tight over her huge, round belly—seven, eight months pregnant, the swell of it obscene, beautiful, making my cock throb just from looking.
The dress dipped low between her breasts, the cleavage deep, inviting, her skin milky white against the dark red. The skirt split high up her thighs, revealing a creamy expanse of skin that begged to be touched, bitten, and marked. Her hair was dark, loose, falling in waves down her back, and her lips—fuck, her lips—were painted the same red as her dress, full, parted just enough to tease.
She smiled, slow, knowing, her gaze raking over me like a physical touch. "Well?" Her voice was a purr, low, amused. "Are you going to introduce us, Emily?"
"Sister..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "His name is Jack. He's my boyfriend."
I could feel the weight of her desperation pressing into me, her body coiled like a spring ready to snap. Then, without warning, she lunged at Freya, her arms wrapping around her sister's waist with a ferocity that bordered on violence. The fabric of Freya's dress—some slippery, dark satin—ripped slightly under Emily's grip, the sound like a whispered secret.
"Jack," Emily gasped, her cheek still pressed against Freya's shoulder, "Meet Freya. My elder sister."
Freya didn't move at first. She just stood there, her body a statue of controlled elegance, her hands resting lightly on Emily's back. Then, slowly, she turned her head—just enough for her gaze to slide over me like a blade. Dark, heavy-lidded eyes, the kind that promised secrets and sins in equal measure. Her lips, painted a deep, bruised red, parted just slightly as she exhaled.
"So this is the man who's been keeping my little sister out of trouble?" Her voice was smoke and honey, low and amused. "Or in it?"
I stepped forward, my pulse thrumming in my throat. "Hello, Sister Freya."
The words felt inadequate. Stupid. Because Freya wasn't just looking at me—she was dissecting me. Her gaze dragged down my body, slow and deliberate, before flicking back up to meet my eyes. A challenge. A test.
"Hello, Jack," she purred. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reached out and tucked a loose strand of Emily's hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing the shell of Emily's ear in a gesture that was somehow both tender and possessive. "He's..." she paused, her lips curling, "quite handsome, isn't he?"
Emily's face burned. "Sister—"
"I need your help," she blurted out, her voice raw. "This time, it's serious."
Freya's eyebrows arched, her expression shifting from amusement to something sharper. "Oh, Emily." She sighed, stepping back and gesturing toward the open door. "What now?" Her eyes flicked to me again, lingering.
Emily's grip on my hand tightened, her nails digging into my skin. "Inside. Please."
The villa was a study in contrasts—dark wood and plush velvet, the scent of sandalwood and something richer, something female. A half-empty glass of wine sat on the coffee table, the deep red liquid catching the light like blood. Freya moved through the space like she owned it—because she did.
Every step was deliberate, her hips swaying just enough to make the satin of her dress cling to the curves of her ass, the fabric stretching taut over the heavy swell of her belly.
Emily perched on the edge of the couch, her knees pressed together, her hands twisting in her lap. She started talking before Freya even sat down, the words spilling out of her in a rushed, desperate torrent. "I met Victor years ago. He seemed perfect at first—charming, attentive. So I married him."
"But then he started... controlling things. My phone. My money. Where I went. Who do I see?" Her voice cracked. "He's not just possessive, Freya. He's dangerous."
Freya listened, her fingers tracing idle circles over the armrest of her chair. "And?"
"And Jack helped me escape." Emily's hand found mine again, her grip bordering on painful. "We're leaving the country. Russia. We have fake passports, enough cash to disappear—"
"You always did have a flair for the dramatic," Freya murmured. Then, abruptly, she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her cleavage spilling forward.
The neckline of her dress had slipped, the fabric barely containing the heavy weight of her breasts. Her nipples—dark, thick, erect—pressed against the satin, the material so thin I could see the faint outline of her areolas. "And what do you get out of this, Jack?" she asked, her gaze locking onto mine. "A damsel in distress to rescue? Or is it the thrill of running?"
I swallowed. "I care about Emily."
Freya's laugh was a low, throaty sound. "How noble." She sat back, her fingers drifting down to rest on her belly, rubbing slow, possessive circles over the taut skin. "You can stay. Both of you. As long as you need."
Emily exhaled, her shoulders sagging. "Thank you, sister. Thank you—"
Then her eyes dropped.
To Freya's stomach.
The way the dress clung to the roundness of her belly, the fabric stretched so thin it was nearly translucent. The way Freya's hands moved over herself—possessive, hungry.
"You're—" Emily's voice was a whisper. "You're pregnant."
Freya didn't look up. She just kept rubbing her belly, her touch slow, almost lewd. "Mmm."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Emily's voice rose, sharp with betrayal. "And—who's the father?"
Freya's smile was a slow, dangerous thing. "I am."
Silence.
Emily blinked. "What?"
Freya finally looked up, her eyes dark with amusement. "You heard me, little sister." She shifted, the movement making her dress ride up slightly, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. "I got tired of waiting for a man who was worthy of me. So I took matters into my own hands."
Emily's face paled. "You—you what?"
Freya's fingers trailed lower, her touch feather-light over the curve of her belly. "There's a company. Discreet. Expensive. They implant the embryo—you choose the gender, the genetics, the traits." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "No man needed. No mess."
Emily's mouth opened. Closed. "That's—that's not possible."
"Eight months," Freya murmured, her hand sliding up to cup the underside of her breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric. The movement was absentminded, obscene. "One more, and you'll be an aunt."
I couldn't look away.
Not from the way her fingers teased herself. Not from the way her dress clung to her body, the satin so thin I could see the shadow of her areola, the dark peak of her nipple—thick, swollen, almost painful—hard beneath the fabric, the wetness of her touch darkening the material where she'd rolled it between her fingers.
Freya noticed.
Of course, she noticed.
Her lips curled, her dark eyes gleaming with something feral, her fingers still resting on the swollen mound of her belly, her other hand idly tracing the inner curve of her thigh—just inches from where the dress clung to her soaked lips.
And then—
"Sister, that's great." Emily's voice was too bright, too sharp, cutting through the haze of my lust like a blade.
She stood up—abruptly, her sofa scraping against the floor—stepping between me and Freya, blocking my view. Her body was tensed, her shoulders rigid, but I didn't miss the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers twitched at her sides.
"I'm going to be an aunt soon," she said, her voice straining to sound normal, but there was a tremor in it, a fragile edge that betrayed her.