Chapter 264: One the Goddess (R-18)

A choked gasp tore from Amanda’s throat"—GUH!"—cut off mid-scream as his full impossible girth split her cunt wide open.

One brutal, balls-deep thrust that buried him to the hilt, punching the air from her lungs in a wet rush. The sound was obscene—a thick, wet SCHLICK that echoed in the dust-choked air as her inner walls stretched taut, almost tearing around the searing heat of his invading flesh. No mercy. No respite. Just possession. Utter and absolute.

Then he moved.

His hips became piston-driven engines of destruction. CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!

The rhythmic, brutal percussion of his heavy, cum-filled balls spanking the taut curve of her ass with every savage downstroke filled the room. His body weight became a weapon, slamming her back into the cracking plaster wall with every vicious upward drive.

Sweat sprayed from their colliding bodies, misting the air, mingling, creating a humid, suffocating haze. The wall groaned behind her, protesting the relentless assault.

His hands never stopped their violence. One moment, his mouth found her exposed breast—all heavy curve and erect, dark nipple. He latched on, sucking hard, drawing the sensitive peak deep into the wet heat of his mouth, then biting down—not a nip, but a crushing pressure that made her scream, the flesh swelling red and angry under the assault.

His teeth scraped the taut skin, leaving indents.

His free hand, the one not pinning her wrists, dug into the generous flesh of her ass cheek, fingers sinking deep, mauling, squeezing with possessive cruelty before pulling back and slapping down—CRACK!—a sharp, stinging impact that left a perfect crimson handprint blooming on her pale skin.

Again.

CRACK!

Harder this time, the sound sharp as a gunshot, making her whole body jolt in his grasp, a fresh gush of wetness flooding her cunt around his pistoning cock.

Teeth sank into the vulnerable arch of her neck—not a love bite, but a brutal claiming. He bit down hard, deep enough to crush flesh, enough to draw blood to the surface immediately, sucking forcefully to leave a violent, purple-black bloom of a bruise—a mark that screamed ownership. Amanda’s voice shattered, rising from the guttural choke into a raw, desperate cry.

"YES! LIKE THAT—HARDER—FUCKING BREAK ME—" She didn’t beg for gentleness; she begged for annihilation.

He snarled, a sound ripped from the depths of his chest, vibrating against her bruised neck. His hips accelerated from brutal to a blur of motion, drilling her into the cracking wall like a human pile driver.

"Scream louder, slut, Goddess," he commanded, the words a guttural growl against her skin.

"EROS—MASTER—YES—DON’T STOP—" she screamed back, the words thick with lust and pain.

In response, his palm cracked her already bruised ass again—CRACK!—hard enough to make her entire body seize, her cunt clamping down like a vice around him before gushing violently.

A clear arc of squirt sprayed from her abused hole, soaking his pounding thighs, dripping down his legs, splattering the dusty floorboards beneath them.

"MORE!" she howled, head thrashing against the plaster. "UNGH—FUCK—CUMMING—!"

The orgasm detonated through her like a seismic shockwave. Her body arched violently off the wall, spine snapping into a rigid bow, pulled taut only by the iron grip pinning her wrists and the cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Her inner muscles convulsed, rippling and clamping, milking his shaft uncontrollably as a fresh, violent spray of squirt erupted from her cunt, soaking his pistoning cock, her own trembling thighs, and the floor in a hot, glistening flood.

The room stank of it all—sharp, primal, mixed with sweat, blood, and ozone.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. He used her convulsing body, pistoning faster, harder, utterly ruthless.

The CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! of his balls spanking her ass became a relentless drumbeat, the SCHLACK-SHLACK-SHLACK! of his enormous cock reaming her drenched, swollen cunt the obscene soundtrack to her destruction.

"Dirty fucking Goddess—" he growled, the words thick with saliva and fury, tearing his mouth from her bruised, bitten breast.

He bit down hard on her lower lip, sharp enough to break the skin, the coppery taste of her blood flooding his mouth.

"—take this cock—" He slammed deeper, grinding his hips in brutal circles, stretching her cervix, the base of his shaft swelling noticeably, beginning to knot. "—ALL OF IT—"

"YES! MASTER! RUIN MY WHORE CUNT—!" Amanda screamed, her voice dissolving into garbled, primal screams as he jackhammered upward with inhuman force.

The sheer power of the thrust lifted her completely off his hips, only for him to slam her back down, impaling her again, crushing her spine against the cracking plaster wall.

Thump-CRACK!

Fluids drowned the room in a chaotic symphony of excess. Sweat—dripping relentlessly from their straining bodies, running in rivers down his chest, her spine, pooling in a slick mixture with plaster dust at their feet.

Cunt cream—a thick, white froth—foamed at the base of his cock where the furious pistoning worked her juices into a lather, visible even in the dim, sex-filled air. Squirt—spraying from Amanda’s convulsing cunt in rhythmic, gushing arcs with every brutal impact, splattering the already stained wall, painting his heaving chest in glossy streaks, even hitting her own slack face as her head thrashed.

Sounds merged into a deafening, primal cacophony.

The CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! of flesh spanking flesh, hard and brutal enough to leave welts.

The wet, sucking SCHLICK-SHLACK-SHLACK! of his enormous, veined cock reaming her drenched, swollen cunt, stretching her beyond limits.

The choked, gasping Ugh-ugh-UGH! of Amanda’s screams, losing coherence with every passing second.

The deep, animalistic GROWL-SNARL-GASP! tearing from Eros’s throat, pure beast in its intensity.

The heavy Thump-thump-thump! of bodies colliding, hammering against the failing wall.

The constant Splash-splash-splash! of fluids—sweat, squirt, cunt cream—hitting surfaces, dripping, pooling.

Her dirty talk, once demanding, devolved into pure animalistic babble. "That’s it—fucking RAM me—use me like your desperate little cum-dump—"

He snarled again, a primal sound vibrating through his entire frame, and shifted his grip violently. Both hands shot down, hooking hard behind her knees. He yanked, folding her nearly double, spreading her wider, pinning her knees back almost to her shoulders, completely opening her cunt to his deepest, most brutal penetration.

The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, the flared head of his cock kissing the depths of her womb. "—choke me—mark me—BREAK ME—" she sobbed, the words thick, pleading.

He obeyed without hesitation. The forearm that had pinned her wrists crashed back across her throat, cutting off her air completely and instantly. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, body going rigid as he pounded into her with renewed, crushing force, using her folded body as leverage.

The lack of air, the brutal depth, the overwhelming friction—it triggered another catastrophic orgasm. Her cunt didn’t just convulse; it erupted. Uncontrollable squirt geysered out around his pistoning shaft, drowning his cock, her thighs, the floor beneath them.

Her body seized violently, trapped between the wall and his relentless hips, orgasm after orgasm—blinding, endless—ripping through her without pause. She was lost in a hurricane of sensation, mind erased by physical overload.