I didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat. My hips rolled forward with a predatory intent that came from somewhere primal and unthinking, driven by a need so intense it bypassed every rational filter my brain might’ve tried to employ.
My cockhead kissed the slick, swollen lips of Willow’s dripping cunt with the kind of gentle reverence that belied the violence about to follow, the contact sending electric shocks racing up my spine to explode in my skull like fireworks.
I pressed in slow—agonizingly, torturously slow—stretching her tight entrance open inch by obscene inch, feeling every millimeter of resistance give way to accommodate my girth. The wet, sucking heat of her pussy swallowed the first thick ridge of my shaft with a filthy, audible squelch that echoed in the quiet room.
Willow’s reaction was immediate and absolutely wrecked. Her spine arched off the mattress like someone had run an electrical current through her nervous system, back bowing into a curve that looked almost painful, every muscle going taut beneath her wine-dark skin.
A sharp, trembling gasp ripped from her throat—high, breathy, and broken around the edges—while her wide emerald eyes fluttered half-shut in an expression caught somewhere between pleasure and helpless surrender.
"Oh—fuck—" The word came out strangled, her voice already cracking on the single syllable. She breathed heavily through parted lips, small hands scrabbling at the pillows behind her like she needed something to anchor herself to reality before she floated away entirely.
Her walls fluttered and gripped around my invading girth with rhythmic pulses that felt deliberate, like her pussy was trying to drag me deeper through pure muscular will.
The sensation was overwhelming—slick silk wrapped around heated steel, tight enough to make me see stars, wet enough that every small movement generated fresh squelching sounds. I could feel her heartbeat through the connection, rapid fluttering that matched the pulse hammering in my own temples.
I pulled back just enough to let the head nearly slip free, my cock glistening with her creamy arousal in thick coating that caught the candlelight. The withdrawal made her whimper with loss, her hips canting upward in desperate search of what she’d just been denied.
Then I slammed forward in one brutal, fluid plunge, burying myself balls-deep in a single devastating stroke that obliterated any remaining space between us. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely—sharp crack of impact that reverberated off walls—while my balls smacked against her ass with force that sent ripples through her flesh.
Willow’s head snapped back against the pillows, exposing the long line of her throat, tendons standing out in sharp relief.
A long, broken, breathy moan tore out of her lungs before her voice fractured into little whimpers that came in rapid succession, each one higher than the last. Her thighs quivered violently around my waist, trembling with tension that threatened to become full-body convulsions, muscles jumping beneath skin that had gone flushed and overheated.
"Saints above," I groaned, the words barely comprehensible through gritted teeth. "You feel—fuck—you’re so tight—"
"Move," she gasped, her nails finding my shoulders and digging in hard enough to leave crescents. "Please, Loona, I need—I need you to move—"
From there the fucking began in earnest, though I kept the pace torturously slow at first because some sadistic part of me wanted to watch her come apart by increments.
I dragged my thick, cum-slick cock out agonizingly slow—almost to the flared, leaking tip—savoring the way her greedy cunt fought to keep me buried.
Every fat ridge and pulsing vein scraped mercilessly along her spasming inner walls, dragging wet friction that made her slick gush out in fresh, creamy torrents around my shaft.
Then I slammed back in—slow, punishing, deliberate—burying every throbbing inch to the hilt until my swollen cockhead mashed brutally against her most sensitive spots.
From then on, the room filled with the lewd, sticky symphony of our coupling—the slick sounds of my cock pistoning through her soaked cunt, the wet slap of my sack smacking her ass with each bottom-out, her own ragged panting that couldn’t quite catch up to her body’s needs, my low animalistic growls vibrating in my chest like I was some feral creature who’d forgotten human language.
Inside my head it was pure torment.
Every slow withdrawal made my balls ache harder, pressure building behind them that threatened to become unbearable, the base of my spine tingling with warning signs of an impending release I wasn’t nearly ready for.
Every deep re-entry sent white-hot need spiking up my vertebrae to explode in my brain, pleasure so intense it whited out coherent thought and reduced me to base instinct.
I could feel her heartbeat throbbing around my cock in rapid stuttering rhythm, could smell the sharp musky-sweet scent of her arousal mixing with my own leaking precum in an olfactory assault that made my mouth water and my hips snap forward harder without conscious permission.
I was drowning in sensation—the desperate, primal urge to claim her surging through my veins like wildfire, the need to ruin her so thoroughly she’d never forget how I felt inside her, the violent desire to pump her so full of cum she’d be leaking me for days.
Every thrust fed that urge, made it grow stronger, transformed sex into something approaching territorial claiming.
My thrusts stayed measured but grew heavier with each repetition, hips rolling deeper until I was hitting her cervix with every stroke. The fat head of my cock kissed that barrier in ways that made her entire body jerk with the motion, not quite painful but intense enough to blur the line.
Willow teased me through it all despite her wrecked state, her voice breathy and fractured but still carrying that edge of mischief.
"Is that—ah—is that all you’ve got?" She gasped the words between moans, her composure fraying at the edges like fabric coming apart thread by thread. "I thought you were—fuck—supposed to be good at this—"
The taunt snapped something fundamental inside me. On pure feral instinct my hand shot forward before conscious thought could intervene, fingers finding her face with unerring accuracy.
My thumb forced its way past her lips with possessive aggression, hooking into the wet heat of her mouth, pinning her tongue down against her lower teeth.
I pressed deep—dominating, claiming, marking her as mine in the most primal way I could conceive—until her cheeks hollowed around the intrusion and her eyes rolled back in helpless bliss.
That single act obliterated Willow completely.
Her entire body seized like she’d been struck by lightning, every muscle going rigid simultaneously in response to the invasion of her mouth. A high, muffled whine vibrated around my thumb—desperate and keening—as her cute little tits started heaving frantically, nipples stiff and dark against her flushed chest.
Her pussy clamped down around my cock like a vice, rhythmic desperate spasms milking me so hard I nearly blacked out from the pressure.
The sensation was indescribable—like being gripped by living silk that pulsed and squeezed in patterns designed specifically to extract every drop of cum from my balls.
Her breath came in visible shaky puffs in the cool air, fogging between us in small clouds of condensation that dissipated almost immediately. She clawed tighter at the pillows her head rested on, knuckles going white with the force of her grip, actually tearing fabric as her back bowed into a perfect trembling arch that lifted her hips higher onto my cock.
In that instant, I lost whatever remaining control I’d been clinging to. My rhythm turned feral—short, savage, animalistic thrusts that slammed her deeper into the mattress with every stroke, the bed frame groaning in protest at the violence being inflicted upon it.
The wet slapping of flesh turned deafening, echoing off walls loud enough that anyone passing in the hallway would know exactly what was happening. My balls drew up tight against my body, heavy and aching with accumulated pressure, the sensation building into something unbearable that demanded release.
The anticipation was excruciating in the best worst way. Every thrust wound the coil tighter, tension building exponentially rather than linearly, approaching critical mass. My cock throbbed violently inside her spasming cunt, precum leaking in thick spurts that mixed with her cream to create an obscene slurry that squelched with every movement.
I could feel the exact moment the dam broke—that perfect crystalline instant when the pressure became too much and everything snapped.
With a guttural, broken roar that tore my throat raw I slammed myself to the hilt—violently, mercilessly, burying every last millimeter—and unloaded with explosive force.
The first pulse was catastrophic: a hot, thick rope of cum blasted straight into her depths with enough force that her whole body jolted from the impact, the sheer volume overwhelming her already stuffed pussy.
Pulse after obscene pulse followed in rapid succession—fat, heavy spurts flooding her insides, painting her walls white, filling every available crevice until her cunt was stuffed beyond capacity and overflowing.
The wet, squelching heat of my release mixed with her own slick created this filthy cocktail that had nowhere to go but out.
Excess cum gushed around my shaft with every involuntary twitch of my hips, running in sticky rivers down her ass to pool beneath us in puddles that soaked through the sheets to the mattress below. The smell intensified—sex, sweat, and musky release mixing into something that would probably never wash out.
Willow shattered with me in perfect synchronization. Her back arched so hard I briefly worried about vertebrae, spine curving into angles that shouldn’t have been anatomically possible.
A strangled, keening cry ripped from her throat around my thumb—muffled but no less intense—as her cunt convulsed in violent milking spasms that tried to drag every last drop deeper into her womb.
She came hard—harder than I’d ever seen anyone come, her whole body shaking with convulsions that looked almost seizure-like.
Her thighs locked around my waist with crushing force, heels digging into my ass like she was trying to fuse us together on a molecular level, refusing to let even a millimeter of separation exist between our bodies.
I finally yanked my thumb free from her mouth with a wet pop, saliva connecting us in thin strands before they snapped. Both my hands slammed down on either side of her head, palms flat against the mattress, caging her in while I kept grinding through the aftershocks.
Every shallow thrust milked the last stuttering ropes into her overflowing cunt, thick globs of cum bubbling out around my shaft to coat my balls, her thighs, the sheets—everywhere within splash radius became painted in evidence of our coupling.
When the last pulse finally faded into residual twitching we locked eyes—wild, glassy, completely fucking gone. Matching expressions of raw animal abandon stared back at each other, two people who’d temporarily forgotten how to be civilized and were absolutely fine with that development.
I pulled out with a slow, obscene slurp that made both of us shudder from sensitivity. My cock—still twitching with aftershocks, still leaking remnants—spurted three quick heavy ropes across her flat stomach without warning, painting pale wine-dark skin in pearly white streaks that immediately began dripping toward her heaving tits under gravity’s insistent pull.
Willow lay there looking thoroughly wrecked and somehow radiant because of it. A slow, blissed-out smile curved her lips despite the mess coating various parts of her anatomy, satisfaction radiating from every line of her body.
She dragged two fingers through the mess on her belly with deliberate leisure, scooping up a thick glob of my cum, then brought them to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out—slow, teasing, maintaining eye contact the entire time—lapping the digits clean with a soft delighted little hum of satisfaction that made my spent cock try valiantly to show renewed interest.
I collapsed backward onto my elbows, chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon, cock still twitching against my thigh in residual pulses that sent little sparks of oversensitized pleasure through my nervous system.
Every muscle trembled from the aftershocks, my thighs especially feeling like they’d been replaced with jelly. I could barely breathe through the pounding afterglow, barely think past the white noise of post-orgasmic bliss, could only focus on the sight of my cum leaking slowly from her puffy, thoroughly ruined cunt in thick white streams.
Willow sat up lazily after several long moments, movements languid despite the obvious trembling in her thighs. She reached over to the nightstand with deliberate purpose, slender fingers closing around the smooth blood-red surface of Iskanda’s ruby resting there where she’d apparently placed it earlier.
Her emerald eyes flicked to me—still dazed, still leaking small amounts onto my thigh, still completely hers in this moment—and a wicked knowing little smile curved her cum-smeared lips into something absolutely devastating.
"Well then," she purred, her voice still slightly hoarse from screaming. "I suppose I should teach you how to use this now. After all, I did promise. And unlike some people, I actually keep my word about educational obligations."
She turned the ruby in her fingers, letting candlelight catch its facets and throw red across the walls. "Pay attention, because I’m only explaining this once."