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Chapter 521: Chapter 520 - Finally Claiming the Thick Crush

He drove forward to the root. Held there. The full, ’every inch, no space remaining’ depth of him buried in her ass while she shook beneath him.

”—I’ve already started.” His hand left her breast and moved to her belly. Pressed flat. ”I’ve already put something here.”

She felt the pressure of his palm against her lower abdomen and felt — or imagined she felt, or did not want to know which — the ’something has changed in this space’ warmth of it.

Her breath caught.

”And I’ve already gotten rid of your husband.”

Silence.

The wet, ’his cock is inside me and I have stopped processing’ silence of a woman who has heard a sentence and cannot locate an appropriate response to it.

”What,” she said.

Flat. The word of a woman who has temporarily lost access to the rest of the sentence.

”Viktor—” She tried to turn. His weight over her back prevented it. ”Did you— were you the one who—”

PAH! PAH!

”AAANGHH~!!”

He slammed into her and the sentence dissolved.

Her whole body lurched forward on the bed. Her breasts dragged across the sheets, milk smearing in two warm tracks across the fabric. Her hands — still loosely bound by his tail at the wrist — pulled against the hold with the ’I am not trying to escape, I am trying to hold something’ tension of a woman who needed an anchor.

”Viktor— answer me— did you—”

”Does it matter?” he said.

His cock moved inside her. Not fucking — the slow, deliberate, ’I am relocating’ withdrawal of a man changing approach. She felt him pull out of her ass completely — the ’everything that was filling me has left’ gape of the ring holding its shape for a moment before slowly closing, her body’s reluctant return to baseline — and then shift.

His cock pressed against her pussy.

From behind. The ’I know this place’ angle of a man who had been here before tonight and was returning to it with the ease of a reacquaints. The head pressing against her soaked, hairy, still-oversensitive lips, her body producing the slick immediately despite everything, despite the tears and the question and the half-finished sentence about her husband.

She felt it throb.

Then it vibrated.

The ’something is happening inside his cock that his cock can apparently do’ vibration — the same vibration his tail had used on her earlier, now coming from his cock itself, pressing against her swollen entrance and buzzing through every nerve ending in her lower half simultaneously.

”WHAT IS— THAT’S VIBRATING— VIKTOR—!!”

”I told you,” he said. ”my other dick.”

He entered her pussy.

Not slowly.

PAH!

”AAAAAHHH~!!! YOUR COCK— IT’S VIBRATING INSIDE MY PUSSY— MY WOMB IS SHAKING AGAIN—!!”

Her milk hit the sheets in both directions. Her thighs, pressed together by his between them, tried to spread further and couldn’t. Her cunt walls — already worked past their previous limits tonight, already rewritten in his shape — clenched around the vibrating shaft with the ’I have no resistance left and I am no longer pretending otherwise’ surrender of a woman completely defeated.

”Does it matter,” he said again, not a question this time. His hips began to move. Slow. Deep. The ’I am going to take my time with this’ pace of a man who had decided this specific answer was going to be given through his body rather than his mouth. ”He’s gone. You’re here. This body—”

His hand pressed her lower belly from below as he fucked into her.

”—is mine now.”

She cried harder.

And pushed her hips back harder.

Both things simultaneously. The ’I cannot separate these responses because they are the same response’ honesty of a body that had stopped filing things into separate categories.

He pulled out.

Reached for the pillow — the thick, heavy one from the headboard — and shoved it under her hips without ceremony. Her pelvis rose. The angle of her ass changed, tipping upward, the hairy cunt between her thighs now elevated, her asshole presented at the exact height and angle of a man who had positioned things deliberately.

He rose.

Off the bed. Standing beside it. Looking down at her — her thick body half-prone, hips raised on the pillow, her ass cheeks spread slightly in the tipped position, the two holes side by side in the moonlight, both used, both leaking, both belonging to him now in the way that things belong to a man who has been patient enough to claim them properly.

He grabbed her hips.

Both hands. The ’I am going to pull you to where I need you’ grip of fingers pressing into the soft, generous flesh of her waist, pulling her toward the edge of the bed until her knees hung off it, her feet finding the floor in a half-standing, half-bent position — the doggy angle, elevated, her belly still resting on the mattress but her ass presented at standing height.

She looked back over her shoulder.

Her face — wrecked, tear-soaked, lips swollen, mascara finished long ago, hair plastered to her neck — looked back at him with the wide, ’I know what is about to happen’ eyes of a woman who had stopped being surprised and had not stopped being overwhelmed.

He squatted.

The deliberate, ’I am placing myself at exactly this angle’ squat behind her — thighs spread, heels down, cock at the precise height of her elevated ass, the ’I have done this calculation and the math is exact’ positioning of a man who knew bodies.

He pressed his cock against her ass.

”Viktor—” She pushed against the mattress with both palms. ”Viktor, wait—that’s— not again— I can’t—”

”You can,” he said.

He had said this before. It had been accurate before.

His hands pulled her hips back.

PAAAAH!!

”ANNGHH—HIEEKKK—AAAHHHH—!!”

The scream tore through the mansion room from the absolute bottom of her lungs — the raw, ’something has entered me that my body had not finished processing from the first time’ scream of Eliantra Westing being taken in this position for the first time, his cock plunging into her ass from this new angle while his squat position drove him deeper than lying down had managed, the full nine inches finding territory even the first time hadn’t fully reached.

Her hands slipped on the sheets.

Her face hit the mattress.

Her ass — elevated on the pillow, held at height by his hands on her hips — stayed exactly where he had positioned it, shaking with the impact, the thick cheeks rippling outward on every thrust like water displaced by something heavy dropped into it.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

”AANNGHH~!! HNGH~!! TOO DEEP— VIKTOR— MY INSIDES— SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY INSIDES—!!”

Nothing was wrong with her insides.

Everything that was happening to them was exactly what he intended.

His squat position gave him leverage she had not experienced from lying down — the full ’bodyweight behind every thrust’ force of a man driving downward and forward simultaneously, each impact carrying the entire geometry of his position into her ass, the sound of it filling the room with the wet, loud, ’bodies meeting at force’ percussion of flesh on flesh.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

”HIIEEK~!! AAAHH~!! HNGH~!! V-Vik— ’MASTERRR’—!!”

The word again.

Her body’s word. The one her blood had been trained to produce. It came out on the impact of a particularly deep thrust and she heard herself say it and could not find the will to correct it this time.

He laughed.

Low. Warm. Not cruel — the genuine, ’there it is’ laugh of a man who had been waiting to hear that word from this specific mouth in this specific context and had been patient about waiting.

”That’s the one,” he said.

His hips did not slow.

PAH! PAH!

”AANNGHH~!! HNGH~!! HIEEK~!!”

Her milk ran down the front of the mattress in a continuous drip from both nipples — not spraying now, just running, the ’let-down has been activated and is not receiving the message to stop’ steady leak of a body producing past its own awareness. The sheets beneath her face were soaked. Her tears and her milk mixing on the fabric in the wet, ’everything I have is leaking’ reality of a woman completely taken apart.

Her hands twisted in the sheets.

Her ass pushed back.

The ’I am participating and I have stopped pretending I am not’ backward press of hips that had made their own decision about this evening some time ago and were now simply living it.

”Remeber who is master of this body now.”

PHAAACKK!!

”AAAANGHHHH~~♡♡♡~!!!!”