Chapter 222: Celestine Unleashed.
Adrenaline detonated in my chest like a fucking grenade, blasting through the sticky haze of near-death pleasure and lighting up every nerve like a live wire. Pure survival instinct tore through me, incinerating the blackout fog as my heart hammered against my ribs like a war drum on meth.
[WARNING: Target behavior demands absolute dominance. Celestine is not Carrise. She will not yield to submission. Current position untenable. Take her to the shore.]
The red system text strobed violently across my darkening vision, flashing in sync with my fading pulse.
Then headlights sliced across the distant lakeside road—a car roaring by with a deep, guttural engine growl. The high-beams blasted through the night, sweeping over us in a blinding white flash that lit up the churning black water like a strobe light in hell. For one frozen heartbeat, the whole scene burned into my eyes: her pale body thrashing underwater, my cock buried down her throat, bubbles exploding around us. Then darkness swallowed us again.
She was spiraling hard. My blood had flipped some ancient, starving switch inside her.
I plunged my hands under the surface, fingers clawing through the heavy resistance until they tangled violently in her thick, wet hair. The cold strands felt like silk ropes as I gripped hard and slid down to her jaw, thumbs jamming into the hinge with every ounce of strength I had left, trying to pry that deadly mouth off my throbbing cock.
It was pointless. Her throat was a vice—crushing, fluttering, milking me with terrifying power even while I fought her.
My lungs were on fire, white-hot agony ripping through my chest as the pressure built to the breaking point. Black spots bloomed and spread like ink across my sight. Her head bobbed with vicious speed beneath me, lips sealed airtight, tongue lashing in hungry, brutal strokes that drained what little strength I had left.
I gave up on her jaw, ducked fully underwater, and let the freezing lake sting my eyes raw. My hands raked down her slick body—feeling every flex of her ribs, the tight plane of her stomach—then jammed hard under the heavy, rounded curves of her ass. I needed leverage. Bad.
With everything I had left, I surged upward. Legs kicking, arms hauling. I exploded through the surface in a violent gasp, icy night air ripping into my starving lungs like shattered glass. I coughed and choked, water spraying from my mouth and nose in desperate bursts while the cold wind slapped my dripping skin raw.
The second my head broke free, she adjusted instantly. Her hands clamped onto the backs of my thighs like iron claws, nails sinking deep into the muscle. If anything, her rhythm turned even more feral—savage, weightless bobbing that created a vacuum so intense it felt like she was trying to suck my soul out through my dick.
This wasn’t sex anymore. This was a raw, primal dominance fight—two bodies locked in brutal combat in the black water.
I braced my quads, fighting the dragging weight of the lake and her full body, and forced my feet down onto the rocky bottom. Sharp stones and gravel bit into my soles like broken glass as I found purchase. Step by agonizing step, I dragged us backward toward the shallows, hauling her full weight with me. Every movement sent fresh, brutal jolts of overstimulation exploding through my cock as her throat refused to release even an inch.
The waterline dropped slowly, sucking at my skin—first my chest, then my ribs—until the freezing night air hit my exposed, dripping torso like needles. By the time it reached mid-thigh, the fractured gold of the city lights glittered across the ripples, illuminating everything. Celestine was fully visible now: shoulders and below still submerged, head buried between my thighs, long brown hair swirling around my hips like a living black veil in the water. Her hands clawed desperately at the backs of my quads, nails carving fresh red lines into the muscle as she tried to drag me back under.
Every clumsy step was a war against her crushing suction. My hips jerked involuntarily with each thrust of her mouth, the wet, filthy sounds of her throat slurping and gulping now loud and obscene above water, mixing with my ragged gasps and the constant sloshing of the lake around my legs.
I dug my fingers brutally into the cool, soft flesh of her bare ass, hoisting her higher against the resistance of wind and water. The heavy muscle and yielding fat filled my palms perfectly. As I forced us deeper into the shallows, my right pinky slid inward, pressing hard into the slick, scorching heat of her pussy—claiming her right back, forcing her to feel every inch of me even as she fought to devour me whole.
With a final, explosive surge of my quads, I hauled her entire body out of the dragging depths. The waterline plunged to my shins as we crashed hard onto the slick, wet gravel at the edge of the dark beach.
I didn’t let her finish. No fucking way.
My hands ripped off her ass. Fingers hooked viciously under her jaw. With one brutal upward wrench, I tore my cock free from the suffocating death-grip of her throat with a loud, wet *schlick*.
Celestine gasped—a raw, choking screech ripping out of her. Thick, sticky ropes of saliva mixed with dark blood stretched between her swollen lips and my throbbing shaft, gleaming in the fractured gold city lights before snapping and splattering across her chin and tits.
Before she could even draw a full breath, I slammed her backward into the shallows.
The lake detonated around her. Her bare spine hit the sand and gravel with a heavy thud, sending a massive silver sheet of spray exploding over her pale, glistening body. I gave her zero room. I lunged forward and pinned her down hard, driving her into the wet gravel where the dying waves still lapped at her ribs. My hands slammed down like steel cuffs around her wrists, crushing them deep into the sand on either side of her head.
I dropped between her spread thighs. My heavy, veined cock throbbed angrily in the freezing night air, casting a dark, brutal shadow across her heaving chest.
Our breathing tore through the wind in ragged, animal snarls. Celestine’s full tits rose and fell wildly, nipples rock-hard and dark, her soaked skin shining with lake water and the raw heat pouring off her core.
Up close, her human mask was completely gone. Her skin glowed an eerie, deathly white. Thick dark veins pulsed beneath the surface like living wires. Her elongated fangs glistened, sharp and deadly, dripping with my blood.
She was all monster now—a starving, lethal predator pinned beneath me.
And she smiled.
It was a feral, breathtaking, completely unhinged grin. The look of something ancient that had finally found prey worth breaking. Her black eyes burned into mine with pure, reckless hunger that matched the wildfire roaring through my own veins.
"Fuck the hell out of me," she snarled, the filthy command rasping straight from her raw, bleeding throat.
The words hit like a blood oath.
Before I could answer, a massive rogue wave slammed into my back like a goddamn freight train. The heavy wall of water crashed over us, thrashing our bodies forward across the gravel and smashing us hard against the cold metal base of the open-air beach shower.
I didn’t flinch. I braced my bare feet in the wet sand, fingers digging deeper into her pinned wrists until the bones creaked. I lined up, the swollen, angry head of my cock pressing right against the scorching, dripping entrance of her pussy. The raw tension between us felt like it could shatter the night itself.
I stared down into her starving eyes, jaw clenched tight as the wind howled around us. No more lake. No more warnings.
I was about to fucking destroy her.
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