2:31 AM
He pulled out without warning.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her asshole twitching visibly, the gape of it obscene and raw — still shaped like him.
He flipped her over.
One hand at her hip, one at her shoulder — she was rolled like she weighed nothing, her back hitting the mattress, hair fanning out under her head.
Her chest heaved. Nipples hard and abused, one with a faint scrape from his teeth from what felt like a lifeti ago.
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.
He looked like he hadn’t broken a sweat.
"W-wait—" she started.
He hooked both her legs up over his shoulders.
The angle folded her nearly in half, her ass lifting off the bed, her pussy and ass both exposed and leaking.
’Oh gods,’ her brain offered, ’oh no—’
He pushed in.
Not her ass this ti — her pussy, swollen and raw and slick beyond anything she’d felt before — the stretch completely different, the angle sending him sowhere new and too deep, too fast.
"AANGHH~~!!"
Her back bowed off the mattress.
PAH. PAH. PAH.
He fucked her like that — steady, deep, her legs pinned to his shoulders, her whole lower body lifted and used at his angle.
"Hngh~!! Unff~!! AAANHH~!!"
Her tits rolled and shook with each thrust, jiggling up toward her chin, the underside flushed and marked, her nipples wet from her own sweat.
’It’s hitting sowhere it’s never — that thing, that long thick thing is hitting sowhere I didn’t know was — gods I’m going to—’
"Cruxius — hngh — I’m g-gonna — I c-can’t—"
"Then don’t." His voice hadn’t changed. Still flat. Still certain.
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"HIEKK~!! A-AHN~!! MMPHH~!!"
She ca apart.
Again. Harder than before — her pussy flooding, soaking the sheets under her, her whole body seizing as the orgasm rolled through her like sothing structural had given way.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her mouth hung open — no sound for a full second, just her throat working silently — and then a long, broken moan ca out of her that didn’t sound like anything civilized.
2:49 AM
He dragged her back onto her stomach.
She didn’t resist. Couldn’t. Her limbs weren’t entirely hers anymore.
His hands gripped her waist — thumbs pressing hard into the bruised flesh above her hips, the tender blotched skin that had taken the imprint of his grip over and over tonight.
He squatted deep behind her.
She felt the shift of his weight — the deliberate, total stillness before—
PAHHHH!!
One full drop. His entire weight behind his hips slamming forward.
The snarl that tore from his chest was low and animal.
His cock twitched inside her — once, twice — and then heat poured into her, thick and relentless, filling her until she could feel the pressure bloating slightly low in her belly.
Her toes curled.
Her tongue lolled.
Her eyes rolled back completely.
"Ah... ahhhnn... i-it’s still... filling ..."
He pulled out.
’Splurp.’
A wet, obscene pop — and then her asshole sat open. Twitching. Slow to close, the gape of it shaped exactly like him, thick white cream oozing out in slow, pulsing ribbons while heat-haze wafted visibly off the ruined flesh.
It wouldn’t close.
Like her body had decided his shape was the correct one and everything else was temporary.
She lay face-down in the wreckage of the bed — red blotches, bite trails, deep pink stretch marks across her hips, inner thighs shining slick — her breathing shallow and ragged, her whole body still twitching in small involuntary pulses.
Cum leaked from both holes.
Pooled under her onto sheets soaked through with sweat and both of them and everything tonight had been.
She didn’t move.
Just twitched once more — a full-body shiver that ran from her shoulders down to her trembling calves — and went still.
’’3:00 AM’’
Cruxius’s eyes moved to the clock.
He stared at it a mont — the red nurals glowing in the dark room — and then he looked back at her.
At what lay on the bed. Breathing shallow. Wrecked. Marked everywhere with him.
’This was supposed to be a test.’
Whether she walked away from this — from him — or whether tonight beca the first page of sothing longer and uglier and far harder to survive.
Whether she was made of sothing that could take what he was, or whether this was where it ended.
He looked at her.
She twitched again. Still breathing.
’BOOOOM.’
The explosion ca from the cylinder side — a detonation that swallowed sound and replaced it with pressure, with heat, with the entire room lurching sideways in an instant bloom of orange and white.
Fire ate the curtains first.
Then the walls.
The ceiling blood.
And Cruxius was already moving — off the bed, bare and certain — his eyes no longer on the clock.
BOOM!
The blast thundered through the villa.
The sound hit first—a deafening shockwave rolling like cannon fire through marble and bone. Then ca the blistering heat.
A roar of fla swallowed the night outside the window. Fire surged through the garden line, igniting the trees like paper dolls soaked in oil. The pressure wave shattered the outer glass, blowing it inward in a lethal spray of shards and choking, gray smoke.
The entire villa went up in flas.
Cruxius moved before the glass even settled.
"Seleyena, MOVE!"
His voice cracked like a whip, raw and commanding. His hand flew to her bare back.
She didn’t respond. She just twitched, her mind still drowning in the haze of her recent climax.
Her lashes fluttered over unfocused eyes. Her naked body was still slumped deep into the pillows, her skin flushed a feverish pink and drenched in sweat. Thick, pearly trails of his seed dripped slowly down her quivering thighs, the slick ss beginning to steam faintly in the room’s sudden, suffocating heat.
"W-what?" she croaked. Her voice was barely a whisper. She tried to push herself up, but her thighs trembled and gave out.
Above them, the ceiling gave a sickening crack.
Unnatural light flooded the bedroom. Too hot. Too fast. It was a chaotic flicker of orange and angry red, painting the walls like the end of the world.
Flas surged just beyond the balcony. The sheer curtains caught fire in a single breath, sending a whoosh of floating embers into the room like dying, malicious stars.
Seleyena blinked, her dazed mind finally catching up. Her pupils blew wide.
"F-fire...?" she whispered, staring at the creeping destruction. "C-Cruxius—"
"I said MOVE!" he roared, lunging for her.
Her limbs were useless. When he pulled her, she just flopped forward, her strength entirely spent from his brutal use of her body. She slipped off the edge of the mattress with a sharp gasp.
He caught her mid-fall.
Naked flesh slamd into naked flesh. Slick skin sliding against sweaty muscle.
His broad palm hooked under her thigh to catch her weight, his fingers biting deep into the tender, over-sensitive flesh just beneath the curve of her ass. To brace her falling torso, his other hand snatched at her front—but the sweat made her slippery. His grip missed her waist and grabbed a handful of her soft, full breast instead.
"Ungh!" She whimpered at the rough squeeze. Her overstimulated body went totally limp against him.
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