Chapter 7: Chapter 7: First Breeding
Yuna didn’t sleep at all.By the time the sun rose over Los Angeles, her decision had already been made. She stood in front of the mirror wearing the sluttiest outfit she had ever left the house in: a tiny white sports bra that barely covered her nipples and a pair of crotchless yoga pants hidden under a loose skirt.No more teasing. No more games.She wanted to be fucked.When she entered the private studio at Titan Forge, Marcus was already shirtless, waiting like a predator. The moment the door locked, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the mirrored wall."You came back to get ruined," he growled, ripping her bra down and squeezing her heavy breasts roughly. "Say it."Yuna looked up at him with hazy, desperate eyes. "I... I came to get fucked by you."Marcus grinned savagely. He tore her skirt and crotchless pants aside in one motion, lifted her effortlessly with his massive arms, and pressed the fat, swollen head of his 26cm black cock against her dripping entrance."Beg for it, little Japanese wife."Yuna’s voice cracked with shame and lust. "Please... Please fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me with your superior Black cock. My husband can’t satisfy me anymore..."That was all he needed.With one powerful thrust, Marcus buried half his massive length inside her in a single stroke."Fuuuuck—!!" Yuna screamed, her eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out in an instant ahegao. The stretch was brutal. Pain and pleasure exploded through her body as her tight walls were forced open wider than they had ever been."Too big—! It’s splitting me—!" she cried, nails digging into his broad shoulders."Shut up and take it," Marcus snarled, slamming another few inches deeper. "This is what a real man feels like. Your husband’s pathetic little dick never had a chance."He began pounding her against the mirror, each brutal thrust driving more of his thick cock into her womb. The wet, obscene slapping sounds echoed through the studio as her juices squirted out around his shaft with every stroke.Yuna’s mind went blank. All she could do was moan like a broken whore, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked her senseless."Harder—! Deeper—! Please—!" she begged, completely lost.Marcus laughed darkly and slammed the rest of his cock balls-deep, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. The bulge in her stomach was clearly visible every time he thrust."Look at that," he growled, forcing her to look down at the obscene bulge. "Your husband could never reach here. This pussy belongs to me now."Yuna came violently — harder than she ever had in her life. Her entire body convulsed, pussy gushing and squirting all over his abs and the floor as she screamed Marcus’s name.But Marcus didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm, then through a second one, pounding her like a fleshlight."Gonna fill this married womb," he groaned, pace becoming erratic. "You’re going to take every drop of superior Black seed."Yuna’s eyes widened in panic for half a second — but the pleasure overpowered everything."Yes—! Cum inside me—! Breed me—!" she cried, completely broken.With a deep, animalistic roar, Marcus buried himself to the hilt and unleashed torrent after torrent of thick, hot cum directly into her womb. The sheer volume made her belly swell slightly. Cum overflowed around his cock, dripping heavily onto the floor.Yuna came a third time just from the sensation of being filled so completely.
For several minutes, Marcus kept her impaled on his cock, letting her twitch and milk every last drop.When he finally pulled out, a massive gush of cum poured out of her ruined pussy. Yuna slid down the mirror, legs shaking, eyes glassy, tongue hanging out in pure bliss.Marcus took out his phone and snapped several photos of her well-fucked state — cum leaking, ahegao face, belly slightly bloated."Welcome to the Black Lotus, little slut," he said, smirking. "You’re mine now."
That evening, Haruto came home with a hopeful smile, carrying her favorite takeout."Babe? I’m home early today. I thought we could—"He stopped when he saw Yuna sitting on the couch, wearing a loose robe. Her face was flushed. Her legs were pressed tightly together."Are you okay?" he asked gently, walking over to kiss her.Yuna turned her face away at the last second so he kissed her cheek instead."I’m fine," she said softly. "Just... tired from the gym."Haruto looked concerned but nodded. "Okay. I love you."Yuna didn’t reply.Inside her mind, only one thing repeated as she felt Marcus’s warm cum still slowly leaking out of her:Haruto... I’m sorry.But I don’t think I can go back anymore.
