Chapter 522: Chapter 521- Opened up her Hole
PHAAACKK!!
"AAAANGHHHH~~♡♡♡~!!!!"
His cock rammed into her asshole with the brutal rhythm of a man who had already decided he owned every inch of her guts.
There was no hesitation. No gentle teasing to warm her up. Just the blunt, ruthless invasion of thick meat tearing a path through her tightest ring.
She felt him everywhere inside her belly.
The thick shaft carved a molten trail through her insides, shifting her delicate organs, leaving her body reshaped into a perfect, yielding mold meant for his dick alone.
Every thrust felt like it was rearranging her anatomy.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"AAANGHH~♡♡~!! HNGH~♡~!! M-MASTER~♡♡~!!"
Her mind shattered into white-hot fragments every time his hips slammed deep.
The vibrations from his relentless pounding buzzed straight through her separating flesh, carrying deep into her womb.
Even though he was buried to the hilt in her ass, some impossible, twisted biology forced her untouched cunt to clench.
Her pussy wept in helpless sympathy.
Thick, syrupy arousal flooded her front lips, dripping down her quivering thighs in long, unbroken strings of crystal-clear drool.
She sobbed down into the soaked sheets.
Her tears mixed with the sweat pooling on the mattress, her face a wrecked canvas of pain, pleasure, and total submission.
Her heavy tits swung wildly beneath her chest.
With every jarring impact from his groin, the plush mounds of flesh slapped hard against her own forearms.
Her stiff, aching nipples scraped against her skin, the friction causing tiny droplets of sweet milk to spray outward in useless, erratic arcs across the ruined fabric.
"Viktor— please— be gentle— my belly feels so full— you’re stretching everything—♡"
Her voice came out broken, a high-pitched, fragile sound that barely sounded human anymore.
He answered her pleas by simply gripping her slender hips even harder.
His broad hands left deep, reddish-purple finger marks on her pale skin as he anchored her in place, pulling her ass back forcefully to meet his next devastating thrust.
PAAAH!!
"HIEEKKK~♡♡♡~!! AAAHH~♡~!! NNGHH~♡~!!"
She felt her delicate anal flesh literally cling to his thick cock whenever he dragged his hips backward.
The tight, puckered rim of her hole stretched outward, refusing to let him go.
The pinkish-brown tissue turned a pale, stressed white at the edges, sucking fiercely at his vein-ridged shaft.
A thick ring of foamy, white lather had already formed at the base of his dick—a filthy mixture of her own spit from earlier, his leaking precum, and the slick sweat from his grinding pelvis.
Then, he slapped it all right back inside her.
PHAAACK!
The sickening, wonderful sensation of her own ass flesh being pulled outward and then ruthlessly rammed back inward made her dizzy.
It felt like her entire body was being turned inside out by the sheer mass of his weapon.
Her lower abdomen visibly bulged.
If she had the strength to look down, she would have seen the distinct, rounded shape pressing against her skin from the inside.
The sheer volume of cock stuffed into her bowels was terrifying.
Every single womanly instinct in her brain screamed that this was too much, that she was going to rip in half.
Yet, her treacherous hips pushed back harder, chasing the friction.
She was crying now. Truly crying.
The tears were hot, fast, and endless, blurring her vision.
But her soaking wet cunt betrayed her tears, drooling down her thighs in thick, glossy strings. It was the ultimate biological proof that she had surrendered wholly to his dominance.
"Please— it’s too big— I can feel you in my stomach— Viktor—♡♡"
She begged with her soft mouth while her greedy ass swallowed him even deeper.
He showed zero mercy.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
"AANNGHH~♡~!! HNGH~♡~!! HIEEK~♡♡~!! MASTERRR~♡♡♡~!!"
Her voice had devolved into a constant, breathless wail.
The heavy wooden bed creaked and shifted across the floorboards beneath their combined weight.
Her bruised knees slid across the rough sheets as he yanked her backward by the waist, resetting her posture just to ruin it again.
He was using her body like a warm, wet sleeve.
A breathing, crying hole made solely for his carnal pleasure.
She felt the heavy, bruising weight of his balls slap wetly against her empty, throbbing cunt lips with every single forward drive.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
That wet slapping sound added a secondary, filthy rhythm to the brutal percussion of his driving hips.
Her insides burned white-hot with the relentless friction.
But it was a good burn.
The kind of deep, consuming heat that melted away her pride and rewired her raw nerves into absolute, unquestioning obedience.
She could literally feel her own racing pulse throbbing inside her asshole, the swollen sphincter clamping tightly around his immense girth.
He was molding her. Breaking her down into his perfect little toy with every ruthless thrust.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
"AAAHH~♡♡~!! HNGH~♡~!! OHH~♡♡♡~!!"
Far across the dimly lit room, the old woman stood naked, shivering from head to toe.
She clutched their discarded, silken clothes against her sagging chest.
Her wrinkled knees knocked together with an audible, rhythmic tapping born of sheer terror.
Beside her, Riahana also stood bare, her plump, voluptuous body fully exposed to the cool draft of the stone chamber.
"W-Well," the old woman stammered, her wide, rheumy eyes locked in horror on the ruined bed. "Lady Eliantara be fine?"
Her frail voice shook like a leaf in the wind.
Even from the doorway, she could see the graphic details in stark clarity.
She watched how Viktor’s massive cock pulled Eliantara’s poor ass flesh outward on the upstroke.
The pale, bruised skin stretched to its absolute tearing point, sucking around his crimson shaft.
It pulled a shocking amount of inner pink flesh out with it, right before he rammed his hips forward with a wet, meaty slap that echoed off the high ceiling.
The mistress’s broken screams filled the long hall, bouncing off the stone walls and seeping under the heavy oak doors.
Riahana trembled too, but her shivering had nothing to do with fear.
Her plump hand had already slipped down between her own thick, dimpled thighs.
"O-Oh gods," Riahana whimpered softly.
Her fingers found her soaking wet, hairy pussy without a single second of hesitation.
She rubbed her swollen clit in frantic, messy circles, openly masturbating as she watched the master ruin her mistress beyond any hope of recognition.
Her own hips bucked forward, grinding her slick folds into her palm.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
She was already hopelessly cock-addicted to Viktor.
Just watching him tear the beautiful Eliantara apart like a piece of cheap meat only made her own cunt ache with a hollow, burning hunger.
Her heavy breasts heaved with her ragged breathing, the large, dark areolas puckering tight in the cool air, begging for a rough mouth to claim them.
The old woman’s jaw hung open in silent, paralyzed shock.
She saw Eliantara’s slender body jerk forward yet again under the unforgiving force of his pelvic bone.
Then, suddenly, the rhythm stopped.
Viktor pulled his thick cock free from the tight grip of her bowels with a loud, wet POP.
Her ruined asshole stayed wide open.
It was a gaping, dark cavern, twitching helplessly in the cold air, completely unable to close.
"Haah... Haah... Haaa...! I-I can’t feel my butt..."
