Chapter 262: Beast Mode (R-18)

The mattress wasn’t just trembling—it was convulsing. Madison’s spine bowed off the ruined sheets, the breath driven from her lungs in a guttural UGHHH! as Eros pinned her legs back, folding her nearly in half.

Her ankles locked tight behind his neck, calves trapped against the bulging cords of his shoulders. The position hyper-extended her hips, tilting her pelvis up, offering her cunt on a platter to the beast now inhabiting her husband’s skin. His eyes were now black voids, swirling with crimson energy.

Sweat poured off him, hissing where it hit the overheated skin of her thighs.

There was no preamble. No teasing. Only the brutal reality of his cock buried inside her.

SLAM!

His hips became a piston forged in hell. He jackhammered into her. One second, he was nearly withdrawn, the thick, flared head of his impossibly huge cock stretching her entrance wide, the wet suck of her walls clinging to him echoing loudly in the room. The next, he was buried to the root, the heavy, swollen base of him smashing against her pubic bone with bone-jarring force, the head punching deep against her cervix.

"AAAAHHHHH—FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Madison’s screams were continuous, a rowing sound torn from her throat with each impact. Her head thrashed side to side on the bed, hair whipping across her face, sticking to the sweat and tears streaming down her temples.

Her hands clawed at the sheets, ripping fabric, knuckles white.

CRACK-CRAAACK!

The sound wasn’t just flesh meeting flesh; it was the bedframe groaning, splintering under the sustained assault of his superhuman driving force. The headboard hammered against the wall in a frantic, staccato rhythm – thud-THUD-THUD-THUD! – plaster dust raining down on them.

Her cunt was a disaster zone. Slick sounds blended with the slaps – wet, obscene schlorp-schlack-SCHLORP! as his massive, vein-ridged cock plundered her overflowing channel.

She was soaked, unbelievably wet, arousal forced from her body with each ruthless thrust. Clear fluid gushed around his pistoning shaft, soaking the sheets beneath her ass, matting the dark hair at his base, dripping down the crack of her own ass onto the bed.

The air hung thick and heavy, reeking of sex, sweat, and the sharp tang of ozone.

"TAKE IT!" he snarled, the sound vibrating from deep in his chest, more animal than human. His voice was a raw, guttural rasp layered with static.

"Take this cock! Fucking take it! Mine!" His words punctuated each brutal downstroke. He wasn’t making love; he was staking claim, using his cock like a weapon to batter down the last walls of her consciousness.

Her body betrayed her. Amidst the agony of being stretched so full, so deep, so fast, unbearable pleasure coiled. Her screams began to shift, twisting into choked, desperate sobs of ecstasy.

"I can’t... I can’t... OH GOD... PLEASE... EROS!" Her legs trembled violently against his shoulders, muscles straining, toes curled so tight they cramped. Her back bowed even higher, thrusting her breasts up, the heavy globes bouncing wildly with each devastating impact.

Her clit, trapped and assaulted by the base of his cock smashing against her pubic bone with every SLAM, sent electric shocks through her core.

SCHLICK-SLAP-SCHLICK-SLAP-SCHLICK!

The wet, punishing rhythm was the only music. Faster. Harder. His hips moved with inhuman speed, a blur of motion, his powerful thighs and ass driving him forward relentlessly. Sweat flew from his skin, misting the air, mixing with the plaster dust and the musk of their sex.

His cock felt impossibly larger inside her, swelling, throbbing with a life of its own, the veins tracking its length like thick cables beneath her strained inner walls. Every ridge, every flare dragged against her sensitive spots, overstimulating, dragging her towards oblivion.

"UNGH! UNGH! FUCKING... CUNT... SO... TIGHT!" His growls turned into rhythmic grunts, perfectly timed with his punishing thrusts.

His hands gripped her thighs just below her buttocks, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, bruising, using them as leverage to pull her onto his cock even as he slammed forward.

Madison’s eyes rolled back in her head. A high, thin keen escaped her lips.

"GONNA... GONNA... AAAAAHHHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Her climax wasn’t a gentle wave; it was a fucking explosion. Her entire body seized, going rigid as a bowstring.

Her inner walls clamped down around his pistoning cock like an iron vise, rhythmic pulses milking him violently.

And she gushed. A torrent of clear fluid exploded from her, drenching his pounding groin, soaking the already ruined sheets, splattering his thighs and her own ass. The scent grew sharper, more primal.

He roared, a sound of pure animal triumph, feeling her convulse around him, the hot flood soaking him. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow. If anything, the sensation of her breaking around him, the hot wetness, the desperate clenching of her cunt, drove him harder.

He jackhammered through her orgasm, prolonging it, forcing it to peak again and again, turning her screams into incoherent babbling, her body thrashing uselessly beneath his relentless onslaught.

"Mine. Mine. Mine. My Queen." Each word was a grunt; a declaration pounded into her quivering flesh. He was still buried to the hilt, still moving like a locomotive, still feeding the beast inside her, reducing his queen to a shattered, sobbing, glistening ruin beneath him.

The room was a wreck, the air thick with the sounds and smells of their bestial mating, and he was far from finished.

He shifted them again her. Madison hit the mattress face-first with a grunt, black silk sheets tangling around her limbs as she scrambled to push herself up. Before her palms could press flat, his weight crashed onto her—a mountain of burning muscle and inhuman rage.

One hand clamped the nape of her neck like a steel collar, pushing her cheek gently (as much as could manage in beast mode) into the mattress.

"Spread them," he snarled, voice layered with static, black eyes bleeding crimson.

Madison obeyed instantly—knees shoving wide, back arching deep. The position offered everything: the wet, glistening swell of her cunt, the tight, dark rosebud of her ass, the smooth curve of her lower spine glistening with sweat. She was soaked already, inner folds flushed and puffy, dripping wetness onto the sheets.

He mounted.

No teasing. No warning.

The broad, leaking head of his transforming cock—thicker than her wrist, veins pulsing like live cables—slammed home in one brutal thrust.

"—AHHHHHH!"

Her scream tore through the room, raw and guttural. Wet, obscene squelching echoed as he stretched her cunt wide, walls clamping and rippling around his invading girth. The head kissed her cervix, a deep, bruising pressure that stole her breath.

Then he moved.

Not human speed. Inhuman. A blur of pistoning hips, jackhammering in and out. Wet slaps grew to a frenzied rhythm—CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK—flesh on flesh, balls spanking her swollen clit with every downward drive. The bedframe groaned, wood splintering under the assault.

"Feel that, Queen?" he growled, voice shredded. "This cunt’s MINE."

His hand leaving her neck to bruise her hip, fingers sinking deep enough to leave crescent moons in her flesh. He yanked her ass higher, changing the angle—driving impossibly deeper.

"Yes—YES—FUCK ME HARDER. FUCK YOUR CUNT HARDER—"

Her moans dissolved into choked sobs, face mashed into satin, tears and spit slicking the fabric beneath her cheek. Her body jerked violently with each thrust, tits swinging and slapping her ribs, ass rippling from the impact. Squirt gushed around his pistoning shaft—clear fluid spraying his thighs, drenching the ruined sheets.

Cock shifting.

Base swelling like a knot, locking inside her on every withdrawal. Head flaring wide, stretching her entrance near tearing. Veins throbbed visibly along the shaft, dragging against her ridged walls. Pre-cum mixed with her juices—thick, milky slime coating his length, foaming white at the base where he pistoned.

"Louder!" he roared, slamming home so hard the headboard punched the wall—drywall dust exploding like smoke. "Scream for me, Queen! Scream how this COCK owns you!"

"EROS—PLEASE—OH GOD—AH-AH-AH-AH—"

Her orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami. Body convulsing, inner walls clamping down like a vice, gushing another flood of squirt that drenched his balls and thighs. Feet kicking useless against the bed. Fingers clawing shredded silk.

He didn’t stop.

Faster. Harder. Brutal.

The wet sounds turned to a sucking, squelching fury. Her cries turned to broken, animal whimpers. His breath came in ragged, beastlike snarls. Muscles coiled tight, skin crackling with red energy, cock pounding her ruined cunt like he wanted to break her in half.

"Mine—MINE—MINE—"

Each word punctuated by a bone-jarring thrust. Hips a blur of motion, ass slamming against her cheeks, balls heavy and tight, ready to explode...

Lights flickered.

Bed frame screamed.

Madison went limp beneath him, consciousness fading, body still spasming weakly around his impossible girth.

Still fucking.

Relentless.

Beast mode.

The room lurched.

Lights died.

Darkness swallowed them—broken only by the crimson glow in his eyes and the savage, relentless CRACK-CRACK-CRACK of hips meeting ass in the endless dark.

The door crashed open before Amanda spoke, her frame slicing through the haze of sex and sweat like a blade through smoke. She leaned against the splintered doorframe, one hip cocked, lips curved in a smile that was all teeth and no mercy.

"Miss me?" she purred.