Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Let’s Fill You All Up [5] [18+]
Mia watched from the doorway.
She watched her sister collapse onto Damon’s chest.
She watched them kiss.
She watched the way Mio’s body trembled with the aftershocks of her climax.
And she couldn’t hold back any longer.
By the time Damon released inside Mio, Mia was already naked.
Her robes lay discarded on the floor behind her, a puddle of black and blue fabric she’d shed without a second thought.
She didn’t climb onto the bed.
Instead, she walked toward him, her bare feet padding softly against the cold stone floor.
She turned around, presenting her back to him, and bent forward.
Her ass was slick with love juice that had been leaking from her pussy, trailing down the inside of her thighs.
The sight of her, bent over and waiting, was enough to make Damon’s cock twitch, still wet from Mio’s release.
"Master~," she said, her voice a desperate whimper.
"Please punish this slutty woman who got horny watching her sister having sex~!"
Damon got up from the bed.
He approached Mia without hesitation.
He grabbed her hips, lined himself up, and slammed his dick into her pussy in one go.
Mia screamed.
It wasn’t a scream of pain. It was a scream of a pure pleasure.
Damon gripped her hips with iron-hard fingers, pulling her flush against his pelvic bone as he began to ravage her from behind.
He fucked her in a classic doggystyle position, his powerful hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm that forced Mia to bow her head in total submission.
He didn’t hold back a single shred of his Incubus strength; he didn’t need to, for he knew her deepest, darkest longings.
Mia had always craved being dominated, relishing the sensation of being treated roughly, and tonight was no exception to her masochistic desires. Suddenly, Damon drew his palm back and slapped her round, soft ass.
The sound echoed through the chamber, sharp and wet.
Her pale skin shivered, and a vibrant red handprint bloomed across her flesh.
"Ahhn~! Yes~!" Mia moaned, her voice thick with pleasure.
"Harder~! Please~!"
Damon obliged without hesitation, a low growl of approval rumbling from deep within his chest. His hips began to move in a punishing, relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper into her slick, welcoming heat.
The wet sound of their coupling filled the air, punctuated by Mia’s breathless moans.
He was relentless, his iron grip on her hips holding her in place as he took his pleasure, each impact forcing a new cry from her lips.
He drew his palm back and slapped her round, soft ass again, then again, his strikes growing harder with each successive blow.
The sharp clap of skin meeting skin echoed through the chamber, and fresh red handprints bloomed across her pale flesh.
"Ahhn~! Ahhhn~!"
Mia moaned louder with each impact, her body shuddering helplessly under his dominance, her mind lost in the haze of pleasurable punishment.
With a sudden movement, he reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her deep purple hair, the silky strands wrapping around his fingers like captured threads of twilight.
He pulled sharply, yanking her head back.
Her spine arched, forcing her chest out and her neck to stretch in a long, vulnerable line.
Her breath hitched as she looked up at the ceiling, completely exposed and utterly at his mercy.
The position made her feel fragile, dominated, and she loved every second of it—every nerve ending alive with the thrill of his control over her body.
"Ahhn~! Master~!" she cried out.
Damon pounded her pussy without mercy, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the chamber like a primal drumbeat.
Each thrust drove deeper, his cock stretching her tight walls as she gasped and moaned beneath him.
The room filled with the sounds of their sex: her desperate moans, his grunts, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her slick heat.
The air grew thick with the scent of their arousal, mixing with the sweat that glistened on their bodies.
He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles clenching and gripping his shaft with each withdrawal, as if begging him not to leave.
Her body was completely responsive to his every movement, her pleasure building with each punishing stroke.
Damon watched the way her pale flesh rippled with each impact, the red handprints he’d left standing out like marks of ownership against her skin.
"I’m coming~! I’m coming~!" she gasped.
But Damon didn’t allow it.
He slowed his pace, pulling out until only the tip remained inside her, denying her the release she craved.
"Why are you coming before your master?" he whispered into her ear.
Mia’s body trembled.
She was so close, teetering on the edge, but she held back. She held back because he told her to.
"I’m sorry~," she whimpered.
"I’m sorry, master~!"
She held her climax.
Damon resumed his pace, slower this time, building her up again.
He watched her body shake, watched her struggle to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her.
He kept going until he felt his own climax approaching.
"I’m coming," he said.
And he released his sperm into her womb.
The moment Damon’s seed hit her womb, Mia didn’t hold back.
"Ahhn~! Master~!"
Her body shuddered violently, her pussy clenching around his cock as she rode out her orgasm.
Her love juice sprayed out of her, soaking his groin and the floor beneath her.
And then she collapsed.
Her legs gave out, and she fell forward, her body hitting the floor with a soft thud.
The movement pulled Damon’s dick out of her pussy with a wet sound.
Damon looked down at her.
Mia lay on the floor, her face pressed against the cold stone, a satisfied smile on her lips. Her ass was red from the slaps, and her pussy was leaking white liquid, a mix of his seed and her own juices.
She was a mess.
And she looked beautiful.
Damon stood there for a moment, catching his breath, before he turned back to the bed.
Ariel and Mio were watching him, their eyes filled with a mix of lust and admiration.
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