The Bet (11)
"Haaaah...!"
As Terria pulled his cock out only to thrust it back toward that spot, my inner walls clamped down mercilessly, gnawing greedily at his shaft. It felt just like sliding the perfect key into a lock—the door clicked open in an instant, unleashing a flood of pleasure. When his withdrawing cock dragged my folds along with the glans scraping them, fresh waves of ecstasy signals detonated in my brain. He'd pinpointed the exact target from my reactions alone. A primal chill of fear gripped me at his terrifying intuition and adaptability.
One thrust, two—and already Terria had seized the so-called love handles near my hips. Spreading my legs as wide as they could go, he slammed in with his full weight. Matching the pounding rhythm of his invading cock, delirious moans tore from my lips.
"Aaahk...! Ahk, ahk, haaak, haaaang...!!"
"Ngh, haa, how's it feel?"
With my weakness utterly exposed, I had no breath to answer. The earlier pistoning seemed like nothing but a cruel tease compared to this surging intensity—I could only drown in the pleasure. My aimless legs shuddered violently, spasming out of control. Tears welled in my eyes in seconds, blurring my vision until I couldn't tell up from down.
"Haaaang! Th-this... haauk, hng, feels... so weird...... haaak! Haaaang...!"
Paang—!Paang—!Paang—!Paang—!
Terria offered no mercy, plunging his cock relentlessly. He'd withdraw until just the tip threatened to slip free, then ram it brutally deep enough to impale me. If he kept this up, I'd truly lose my mind. My waist convulsed wildly as I twisted left and right, desperate to escape him—but with my hips pinned like iron stakes, I could only take the injected pleasure helplessly.
"Ariel, you love it? This spot hits good, doesn't it?"
"Haaaang! Haaang! N-no... haauk! D-don't... ask...... haaaang!"
Each shattering thrust drew molten bitch-moans from my mouth in perfect sync. My swollen walls gripped his cock vise-tight, gushing love juices in heaving spurts. Our joined flesh had long frothed white like whipped cream. At first, only some front-wall spot had twitched to life where it met my belly—but now my entire pussy blazed hypersensitive, pleasure exploding no matter where he stabbed. It was like my G-spot had swollen to engulf my whole channel.
Terria gazed at the submitting bitch with evident conquest and satisfaction. The instant I sensed that look, shame crashed over me; my pussy clenched harder, and I slapped a hand over my mouth.
"Hmmpf, mmph, mmph, mmp, mmp, hnnngh..."
"Ariel, you have no idea how fucking slutty you look right now."
His whisper right in my ear sent my head whipping side to side, golden locks thrashing madly. Nipples, nape, flanks, plump ass cheeks—every spot he touched ignited like an erogenous zone. Lewd, obscene, filthy—he piled on the humiliating words. Each earful, like reminding me I was his heat-maddened bitch getting railed, made fresh juices drool out.
He spared no mercy even here on the bed. I strained to muffle my cries, but rapturous moans burst through my bitten fingers anyway.
"Hmph, mmph, mmph, haauk, ahk, ahuk, ahaaang...!"
"When you cum, say you're cumming. That's an order."
Soon, as Terria hilted deep, I squirted a torrent and shattered into climax. He sensed it, yanked my muffling hand away—and ecstasy seized my quaking body whole. But like revenge for my earlier taunts, Terria unleashed merciless pounding with his pre-orgasm-swollen cock, harder than ever.
Random thrusts still crushed my wrinkled walls into submission, pleasure inevitable.
Thwuck—!Thwuck—!Thwuck—!Thwuck—!
"Ahuk, c-cumming, I cameee...! Haaaang! St-stop...... I already came!"
"You should've announced it first. Your fault."
I felt him forcibly holding back his load; at some point, the sex's point had flipped—not slaking his lust, but force-feeding me pleasure. Craving my reactions, he pinned both my wrists overhead in one massive hand. Using hip recoil, he yanked his forearm-thick cock root-deep out, then smashed it back—mind-shattering.
"Pl-plea, ahuuuk! Ahuk! Sl-slow, hiiit...... haauk! Ahuuuk...!!"
"You started the teasing. You know that, right?"
If he wouldn't end it, at least go gentle—slow enough to savor each motion. But these pistons, pure intent to shatter me, hit like violence. Now I just prayed he'd cum soon, clenching my sloppy pussy desperately—but it only amplified everything, leaving me gushing helplessly.
He seemed dead set on wringing me dry all night; the certainty I'd break made words tumble out on reflex.
"S-sor, ry...... ahk, ahaak, ahaaang! I was w-wrong...... nooo...!"
"You admit you fucked up? What exactly? Say it specifically, or I won't stop."
With those words, Terria yanked the red choker at my throat. Lower body impaled on his cock, arms in one fist, nape gripped by the other—every limb restrained, all transmuted to bliss. Just clench obediently and take the pounding.
The bed sheets were drenched slick now, lewd squelches filling the room and numbing even my hearing. After an eternity of throat-rending moans, enduring the melted-pussy pleasure injections, my lower belly cramped again—squeezing his cock to bursting.
"Not talking? Answer me. Squirting like a faucet, clenching to milk me dry—what is it...?"
"Teas-ing...... haaaang! Haaang! W-wrong...... haaaang! I-I'm gonna, gonna cuuum...!"
Tears streaming down my wrecked face, I confessed it to him. Not just my lips—my whole body shivered ceaselessly, slurring every word. It felt that good; he'd supersized his cock for precisely this—to break me in bed, crush me under him, prove who was top. If it'd been Clechia instead of me, she'd have blacked out on the spot.
Unconsciously, my tail coiled his lower back, squeezing tight—and he delivered one final massive thrust.
"Haauk! Haak! Ahk, hak, hak...... ahuk! Ahuuk...! Ahuuuung...!!"
"Hngh, ngh, haa......"
Back bowing like a drawn longbow, mind bleaching white in orgasm—and simultaneously, lukewarm fluid flooded my womb and channel. The gooey white semen, dammed by his still-buried cock, pressed gently against my belly. That creepy internal fullness oddly fulfilled me mentally, igniting a fiercer pleasure maelstrom than before.
And soon, awareness trickled in—what had just happened.
"Haaa, haa, haa, huaaah......"
In other words, Terria had creampied me.
With a wet pop, he withdrew his shrinking cock; sticky juices mingled with semen trickled out. But after just two bed orgasms, I lacked the strength to even complain—limp and twitching, I tried calming my body. Sweat-matted hair clung messily to my cheeks and shoulders, a tangled disaster. Treated like a toy, a mere tool—like machine-fucking—the pathos welled up. And the vivid sensation of his traces leaking from my pussy was pure humiliation; arm over my teary cobalt eyes, I whined my complaint at him.
"C-cum... inside...... really...... such a perv...... hng, I begged you to st-stop...... hngg."
"Ariel, you're just too damn fuckable. Screaming like a slutty bitch in heat—how am I supposed to hold back?"
"Hngg, d-don't...... say that...... ngh, hmph...... n-now it's over...... wanna go wash up......"
I wanted at least basic human decency, but he'd railed me like an object, leaving me sniffling. My smarting, burning slit made even rising agony. Yet Terria just cocked his head.
"Not over yet?"
"Wha...? What isn't...... over? You came already."
I snuck a glance at his slick tool, visibly softened if not fully deflated; "not over" made no sense. But raw lust still churned in Terria's eyes, heart thumping tense. Anyone would rut seeing a fluid-drenched bitch sprawled wantonly—even post-nut, he craved my body.
Which meant...
"'Tonight' means you do whatever I say, right?"
Gripping his once-more massively erect cock, he grinned like the devil himself.