Chapter 263: Amanda Vigil (R-18)

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, voice dripping with condescension. Her eyes—dark, sharp, predatory—took in the wreckage: Eros buried balls-deep in Madison’s convulsing cunt, the ruined bed, the slick coating every surface. "Brought a housewarming gift."

Before Eros could snarl a response, shed moved—not walking, gliding across the room in silence. Her stride was liquid violence, the kind that made trained killers check their knives. She stopped beside the bed, gaze locked on the brutal rhythm of Eros’s pistoning hips, on Madison’s tear-streaked face mashed into satin.

Amanda’s hand shot out—not to touch Eros, but to claim. Three fingers slid deep into Madison’s soaked cunt alongside Eros’s jackhammering cock. Madison screamed—a raw, ragged sound ripped from her throat as Amanda’s fingers curled, pressing hard against Eros’s shaft through the thin wall separating her holes.

"Fuck—she’s tight," Amanda hissed, feeling both women stretch impossibly around the invasion. She dragged her fingers out, slime-coated, and smeared the slickness over Madison’s trembling ass cheek.

Then she bit down—hard—on the muscle where shoulder met neck. Madison’s shriek dissolved into a gasp.

"Louder, Eros," Amanda commanded, teeth still sunk into Madison’s flesh, eyes blazing up at him over Madison’s arched spine. "Make the queen scream like she means it."

He roared, hips slamming forward like a piledriver, cock swelling thicker—stretching Madison’s rim taut around his furious girth. Amanda’s fingers dug into Madison’s hip, bruising, anchoring her for the next onslaught.

"Look at her," Amanda growled, releasing her bite to lick the sweat from Madison’s neck. "Dripping. Ruined. Taking that monster cock like the greedy bitch she is."

She slapped Madison’s ass—CRACK!—the sharp sound echoing Eros’s next wet, brutal thrust. Madison’s body lurched, tits dragging raw against silk, another gush of squirt erupting around Eros’s pistoning shaft, drenching Amanda’s hand and wrist.

Amanda brought her soaked fingers to her own lips, slurping Madison’s essence noisily, eyes never leaving Eros’s black-slitted gaze. "Tastes like fear and desperation. Give her more. Give her the beast."

He obliged.

One hand locked Amanda’s throat—not squeezing, possessing—pulling her down until their faces were inches above Madison’s shuddering body. His other hand mauled Madison’s bouncing tit—squeezing, twisting the nipple until it stood red and angry. Amanda’s free hand snaked between her own thighs, rubbing her clit through ripped lace, breath hitching as she watched Eros hammer Madison’s cunt into oblivion.

"Scream his name, queen," Amanda spat at Madison, finger twisting cruelly in Madison’s hair, yanking her head up. "Tell the beast who owns your wrecked hole."

"EROS!" Madison wailed, voice shredded. "PLEASE—DON’T—STOP—"

"AGAIN!" Amanda snarled, shoving her face back into the mattress.

Eros snapped—hips a blur of violent motion, cock transforming fully: base swelling into a fist-sized knot, head flaring like a mushroom inside Madison’s cervix. Veins pulsed along his shaft like live cables, dragging her walls with every savage withdrawal. The wet SHLACK-SHLACK-SHLACK of their joining turned obscene, squirt spraying from Madison’s fucked cunt with each impact, coating Eros’s thighs, Amanda’s knees, the floor.

Amanda’s eyes rolled back, fingers working her own clit faster, breasts heaving as she watched Eros fuck Madison into unconsciousness. "Yes—yesss—ruin her—"

"She’s ours," Eros growled, thrusts turning brutal, bone-jarring, the bed frame groaning its death throes. "Mine."

"Ours," Amanda corrected, leaning in to lick sweat from Eros’s jawline, tongue hot and possessive.

Madison’s final scream tore through the room—high, broken, ending in a wet gurgle as her eyes rolled white, body going utterly limp beneath them. Squirt gushed one last time in a hot flood, pooling beneath her hips.

Eros didn’t stop.

And Amanda slid down Madison’s back, mouth open, tongue out—ready to taste the spoils of the beast’s hunt as he kept pounding into broken flesh.

Eros ripped out of Madison’s ruined cunt with a wet, sucking schlorp—a geyser of cum and squirt following, splattering Amanda’s face. She didn’t flinch. Tongue darted out, lapping the mix from her lips before he seized her throat. Not a lover’s grip—a steel collar crushing windpipe, lifting her clear off the floor.

Her feet kicked uselessly as he slammed her spine-first into the cracked drywall, dust exploding like a bomb.

He flung her onto the bed— face-down, sprawling across Madison’s limp, sweat-soaked back. Before Amanda could suck in air, Eros mounted her like a predator, one elbow-crushing her neck into Madison’s ass cheek, the other wrenching her hips up—back arched, cunt exposed and dripping.

No warning.

He RAMMED in—balls-deep, one brutal thrust that punched the air from Amanda’s lungs.

"-GUHHHH!" Her scream choked silent as his transformed cock—thicker than before, veins like steel cables, head flared like a warhammer—slammed into her cervix.

Beast mode was engaged now!

Hips became a piston engine—blinding speed, devastating force. CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!—his heavy balls spanking her clit with every downstroke. The wet SCHLACK-SCHLICK of her cunt being reamed open drowned out everything. But that wasn’t enough.

The air was a physical wall—thick, wet, stinking of ozone and the coppery tang of Amanda’s from where Eros had ripped the lace from her breasts.

Her back met the plaster not with a lean, but with a concussive slam. Dust exploded in a white cloud, raining down on them like sacrificial ash as he pinned her there, one forearm locked across her throat like a steel bar, the other tearing the delicate remains of the black lace from her breasts with violence that made the fabric scream.

Her legs shot up instinctively, thighs clamping around his sweat-slicked hips, her cunt already drenched—still leaking Madison’s spend and her own betraying slick. No hesitation. No mercy.

He took her standing. One hand shot up, fingers tangling in her sweat-damp hair, wrenching her wrists high above her head and pinning them flat against the cold, cracked drywall. The other hand clamped like a vise around the back of her thigh.

Only the brute strength in his arms, the crushing pressure of her thigh against his hip held her aloft. His transformed cock—that impossible, angry flesh, thick as her forearm, veins pulsing like live cables beneath translucent skin—notched bluntly at her slick, swollen entrance.

No teasing words. No slow glide. No patience. Just raw animal need.

He slammed home.

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A/N:Acknowledge me!