Chapter 265: The Climax (R-18)

In the distance, the bed frame shrieked in protest, rattling under the vibrations transmitted through the floorboards. overhead lights flickered erratically, plunging the room into strobing chaos.

Sex scents and fluid hung suspended in the air, caught in the violent energy of their movement—a literal whirlwind of destruction centered on the spot where Eros was fucking Amanda into oblivion.

His rhythm turned shorter, sharper, more brutal. His hips became a blur of jackrabbit thrusts, grinding deep, the knot at the base of his cock swelling massively, locking inside her stretched entrance, stretching the tissue to a point just shy of tearing.

"LAST CHANCE, SLUT GODDESS—" he roared, the sound vibrating through her pinned throat, his own control fraying, "—WHO DO YOU BELONG TO—"

"YOU! MASTER! ONLY YOU—FUCK—FLOOD ME—GIVE ME THAT BEASTIAL CUM—"

His roar was unlike anything before. It wasn’t just loud; it shook the very foundation of her core.

Every coiled muscle in his body snapped, releasing like a sprung trap. His hips drove deep, grinding with bone-jarring force—once. A shockwave of pleasure/pain tore through Amanda’s pinned body. Twice.

Her inner walls clamped down like a vise. Thrice—

He flooded her. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from the head of his buried cock, painting her deepest walls in relentless waves, painting her womb with his possession.

It was endless, thick, gushing, filling her utterly. It gushed back out around his still-knotted shaft, forced past the tight seal by the sheer volume, dripping down her thighs in thick, creamy rivulets, mixing freely with her own squirt, the sweat, the blood, pooling on the dusty floor in a slick, pungent puddle of their combined ruin.

For a single, suspended heartbeat, there was silence. Utter, deafening silence broken only by the ragged, desperate gasps tearing from their lungs. Then—

Her limp body slid down the crumbling wall. Legs twitched uncontrollably, cunt still pulsing weakly around the massive knot locking his cock inside her.

Her throat was a mottled purple bruise. Her breasts were heaving, deep bite marks standing out lividly against her pale skin. Her eyes were wide, vacant, blank—totally wrecked, utterly owned. And she loved every moment of it!

Eros stayed buried deep inside her warmth. Knot locked tight. Cock still twitching, releasing sporadic spurts of cum. Dripping spend. Panting like a feral beast, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and plaster dust.

He stared down at the broken goddess pinned to the ruined wall, the spiderweb of cracks behind her testament to the fury he’d unleashed. The room reeked—sex and sweat and blood and ozone and victory, thick enough to taste.

"Mine."

A single word. Spoken quiet, but resonating with absolute, undeniable power. Total possession. Complete and utter ruin. The silence after wasn’t peaceful. It was the heavy, satisfied stillness after a perfect storm of destruction.

Eros moved like a hurricane—sweat-slicked muscles coiled, eyes burning black holes of hunger. He ripped free from Amanda’s ruined cunt with a wet, sucking schlorp, her spent body sliding down the wall in a boneless heap.

Before she slid to the floor, he whirled, hands snatching Madison’s ankles from where she lay gasping on the ruined bed. He flung her onto her hands and knees—thud!—back arched like a sacrificial offering, ass tilted high, cunt still dripping Eros’ cum and Amanda’s saliva from earlier.

He mounted her in one fluid motion. No pause. His transformed cock—thick as a battering ram, veins pulsing like live wires—slammed home. SCHLICK! Madison’s scream dissolved into a choked sob as he split her open, balls spanking her clit—CRACK!—resounding through the haze of plaster dust and ozone.

But he didn’t settle.

His left hand shot back, fingers grabbing Amanda’s sweat-slicked hair—yanking her up from the ground despite her limp groan. He dragged her forward, shoving her face between Madison’s bouncing breasts.

"Suck her clit while I wreck this cunt, Amanda," he snarled, hips already pistoning—CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!

Amanda obeyed instantly—mouth latching onto Madison’s swollen nub, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. Madison shrieked, back bowing, cunt clamping around Eros’ shaft. "YES! LIKE THAT—FUCK—BOTH OF YOU—"

Lightning-fast, Eros shifted.

He withdrew from Madison’s clenching heat—schlorp!—glistening cock dripping with her cream. In the same motion, he spun, gripping Amanda’s hips, and rammed into her from behind—SLAM!—deep enough to lift her onto her toes.

"EROS!" Amanda wailed, face mashed against Madison’s inner thigh.

Eros’ right hand never left Madison. Fingers plunged into her dripping hole—three at once—knuckles deep, curling to find that spongy spot as he jackhammered Amanda’s cunt.

"FUCK!" Madison convulsed, squirting onto Eros’ hand, pooling on the sheets.

He moved like a storm front—unpredictable, overwhelming.

One second buried in Amanda’s tight grip, stretching her cervix—CRACK! of his hips on her ass.

Next, pulling out—schlorp!—slamming back into Madison’s sloppy heat—SCHLACK!—while his thumb ground

"More—FUCK—MASTER—DON’T STOP—" they screamed in tandem, voices ragged, overlapping.

"Greedy fucking holes," he growled, sweat flying from his brow, misting their skin. He grabbed Madison’s throat, pulling her up backward against his chest, tits bouncing as he impaled her. Simultaneously, he yanked Amanda’s hair, forcing her mouth onto Madison’s bouncing tit.

"Suck. Bite. Mark her."

Amanda obeyed, teeth sinking into Madison’s nipple. Madison shrieked, cunt gushing around Eros’ pistoning cock, spraying Amanda’s chin.

"OH GOD—YES—CUMMING—"

"Not yet," Eros roared, withdrawing and spinning again—fluids arcing in his wake.

He threw Amanda onto her back, spreading her legs wide, and drove into her—SLAM!—while his hand smashed between Madison’s thighs, fingers swirling her clit. "Come for me, now—"

They detonated together.

Amanda’s body arched like a snapping bow, cunt convulsing, squirting a fountain that drenched Eros’ chest. Madison screamed, cunt clamping around Eros’ fingers, gushing onto his arm. Eros roared, hips slamming into Amanda’s once—twice—flooding her womb with thick ropes as he rubbed Madison through her climax.

And still—

He moved.

Withdrawing from Amanda’s quivering hole, he rolled onto his back, dragging Madison atop him—SLAP! of skin on skin. He thrust up into her dripping heat while hauling Amanda over his face. His tongue lashed Amanda’s clit, fingers plunging into her cunt as Madison bounced on his cock.

The room drowned in the symphony.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP! of flesh. SCHLICK-SHLACK! of cocks plunging, fingers thrusting. Ahhh! Uhhh! YES! of dual moans. Splash-splash-splash! of squirting, sweat, cum. GROWL-SNARL! of Eros’ bestial groans of satisfaction.

They were a tangled, writhing storm—mouths on tits, fingers in cunts, cocks pounding holes—all motion, heat, and ruin.

Eros was the eye of the hurricane: relentless, shifting, owning every hole, every cry, every drop of fluid until the air stank of sex and sweat and their shared surrender.