Then he slapped her ass—smack— the sound echoing in the room.
She cried out, jerking forward. "Ahh—fuck, yes!"
"You like that, Queen?" he teased, grabbing a handful of her ass cheek and squeezing it roughly. "So damn filthy for now, aren't you?"
She moaned into the table, her fists clenching. "Yes… slap again—make yours."
He chuckled. His hand smacked her again, and again, until her ass was red and trembling. Each hit made her moan louder, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She was soaked—begging for him.
Julian leaned over her, grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back just enough so he could whisper into her ear.
"You want this cock buried deep in that tight little cunt, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she whimpered. "Please… stretch open—use ."
That was all he needed.
With one brutal thrust, he plunged inside her, and she scread—a raw, desperate sound that echoed through the room. Her walls clenched around him, slick and hot, pulsing with every inch he gave her.
"Fuuuck," he hissed through gritted teeth. "So tight…."
He gripped her hips and started thrusting—hard. The table creaked beneath them, her tits bouncing, her moans growing higher and louder.
Slap. Another hard smack to her ass sent her gasping.
"Yes! More—don't stop! Fuck , Julian!" she cried.
He slamd into her over and over, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. Her body jolted with every thrust, pleasure and pain mixing into one perfect storm.
Julian leaned back just enough to watch his cock slide in and out of her glistening pussy.
"Look at this royal pussy… ruined," he groaned. "And I've barely even started."
She tried to answer, but it ca out as a broken sob of pleasure. She was close again—already at the peak, her legs shaking, her cries climbing higher.
"Julian—fuck—I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"
He grabbed her hips tighter, fucking her faster, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. He was rciless now, cock drilling into her with one goal: to wreck her.
"Cum for ," he growled. "All over my cock—now."
And she did.
Her scream filled the air as her orgasm washed over her. Her juices gushed out, dripping everywhere, soaking both of them.
Julian didn't stop—he couldn't—her orgasm only made him fuck her harder, chasing his own release. As he continued his ravage, his gaze shifted, noting sothing interesting.
Sothing in the way her mouth parted wide, the wildness in her eyes, the flush—made him rember soone else.
"Fuck," he groaned, slowing just slightly, savoring the squeezing sensation of her pussy. "You know you look just like mother, right now."
The Queen blinked, confused. She couldn't quite process what he had just said. "Mother?" she gasped, her voice thick with disbelief. "You an... Regina?"
Julian's lips curled into a teasing grin as he gave her another slow, thrust. "Mmhhh"
Her eyes flew open. "You… she's your mother?"
"Yes." Another thrust. A bit deeper this ti. "And you're her mother," he whispered, pulling back to look her dead in the eye. "That makes this extra filthy, doesn't it?"
The Queen opened her mouth, but no sound ca—just a low, broken moan as he slamd into her again.
"Y-you fucked her?" she stamred, her head spinning, legs trembling around his hips.
Julian chuckled, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing greedily. "No, grandma. I made her mine. Just like I'm making you mine right now."
Her pussy clenched around him. The audacity—the rawness—it sent a shock through her. And God help her, she loved it.
"She didn't resist for long," Julian went on. "She begged. Like a good little slut. You both do."
She moaned at his words, her hips jerking up to et his next thrust. The way he said it, so filthy, so confident, so real, made her arousal spike even harder.
"Fuck, Julian—" she gasped. "That's so wrong…"
He smirked darkly, dragging his cock slowly out of her drenched heat, just to slam back in with force. "That's why you're soaked, isn't it?" he growled. "Because it's wrong. Because you like it."
She cried out, legs shaking around him. "You… you're insane—"
"But you're not stopping ," he cut in, breath ragged. "You're fucking pulling deeper."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so he could watch her face as he pumped into her faster now, filthier.
"She moaned like this too, you know," he murmured, licking along her throat. "Told she never felt so full. So used. Said I ruined her."
"And you…" he groaned, thrusting harder, the slap of their bodies echoing in the room, "You're even tighter. Even needier. Look at you—grinding back on my cock like a desperate whore."
The Queen was panting now, drooling spit from her lips.
"Say it. Say you love how I ruined you."
"Yes—fuck—yes, Julian—I love it. You've ruined —oh God—don't stop—"
He slamd into her, over and over, each thrust brutal and fast
"Say you're my good little whore," he demanded, licking her jaw.
She was gone—lost to it all. "I'm yours," she moaned, breathless, wrecked. "Your filthy little whore. Fuck , use , Julian—don't ever stop—"
Julian smirked, watching her fall apart underneath him. She was his now. Completely.
He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back onto him with each brutal thrust.
"You feel that?" he growled, low and thick. "How deep I am?"
She moaned, her fingers clawing at the edge of the table as her body trembled. "Y-yes—fuck—you're in so deep—"
"I'm close," he whispered. "You want it? Want to fill this tight little pussy?"
She gasped, her back arching into him. Her body answered before her lips did—squeezing around him so tight it nearly made him lose it.
Then he said it.
"Tell , Queen—should I plant a child in you?"
Her eyes flew wide, lips parting in a moan so loud it was almost a scream.
"Fuck—Julian—I—"
He chuckled darkly, his cock twitching inside her. "You want it, don't you?" he whispered, teeth grazing her ear. "Want to fuck you full… have your belly swell with my seed? The sa cock that ruined your daughter?"
Her breath caught. Her pussy clenched again, milking him for all he had.
"Say it," he growled, thrusting harder, losing the rhythm now, chasing his own edge. "Say you want to breed you."
"Yes!" she cried, a wild, breathless cry of need. "Fill —fuck—fill , Julian! Put your child in !"
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