"You know what’s coming, don’t you?" he murmured, his smirk sharp enough to cut.
Her eyes widened as his cock sprang free—thick, hard and hungry. She couldn’t look away. Everything about it was srizing.
Julian stroked himself lazily, enjoying the way her body squird even before he touched her again.
"Look at you," he mocked, his voice igniting a fire in her core. Stepping closer, he pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her ass, making her squirm even more. "Elder, saint, wife... and here you are drooling over the cock that’s about to ruin you."
Her lips parted, sha and heat twisting in her chest. "I... I’m not—"
"Not what?" Julian cut her off, his hand flashing forward to deliver a sharp, stinging smack to her ass.
"Ahhh!" The sound of the contact echoed in the air and her skin blood with a fiery mark that sent her body jolting forward. A raw, desperate sound torn from her throat, shock and pain mingling with a wet, helpless thrill that pulsed deep between her legs
Julian’s grin widened. "Let’s see how good your sweet, old pussy really is," he murmured, the words low, vicious, and lewd. Without giving her a chance to respond, his hand shot forward, gripping the edge of her gown and yanking it fully upward.
His eyes widened, but his grin only deepened. She hadn’t worn anything underneath. Bare, exposed, and trembling before him. Her slick folds glistened in the dim light and her breath hitched as she felt the weight of his gaze devouring her.
"Look at this slut," he sneered, his voice dripping with lust. "Not even a lace to hide herself. Just waiting... for . Gods, the Elder of the village... this is what you’ve been hiding? My, my... you’re filthy, aren’t you?"
Her face flushed crimson, both humiliation and desire fighting across her expression. Her body quivered in his presence, her hips twitching involuntarily as his cock throbbed against her drenched folds.
"Get on all fours," he growled. "Show how obedient my little old slut can be."
A shiver racked her spine, her mind screaming in protest. The Elder in her hesitated, trying to resist the lewdness, the exposure, the taboo—but Erica’s body betrayed her completely. She sank down onto her hands and knees, the creaking chair supporting her weight. Her cheeks flushed hotter, sweat beading on her skin as she presented herself to him, utterly exposed.
Julian crouched behind her, his one hand gripping her hip, the other resting on her back. "Good... that’s it. Old enough to know better, right?"
"R-Rael... ohhh... please..." she gasped, her voice breaking into a needy whine.
"Shhh," he hissed, pressing closer, the tip of his cock sliding along her slick slit. "Such a filthy, wrinkled pussy... all these years hiding behind authority. I could fuck you all night, and you’d beg for more, wouldn’t you?"
"Y-yes... oh gods" She gasped, her hips moving on their own, chasing his touch. "Y-yes... please..."
"Please?" he laughed low, his fingers digging cruelly into her hips to hold her still. "You’re dripping like a teenager, but you’re old enough to have taught half this village... There’s no please. You are mine to use. Mine to degrade. Mine to breed if I want."
Without warning, he thrust forward, his thick cock plunging deep into her slick heat, stretching her with a sudden, brutal intensity.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried out, her body jolting violently as the shock of penetration sent her head pressing into the chair, her back arching sharply. Every thrust made her tremble, her old body gasping and quivering beneath him. "Ohhh... Gods..."
"Feel that?" Julian growled, slamming into her again, his hips snapping with force. "Your old pussy is so tight, so ripe for . You’ve held so much dignity for decades, and now it’s all gone... gods, you’re a disgrace—but I love it."
Unable to stop herself, she moaned louder, her old muscles straining in ways they hadn’t in years.
"Ahhh... Rael... harder... I can’t..." she cried, her hips bucking to et his, chasing the overwhelming pleasure-pain.
"Can’t?" Julian mocked, his cock filling her completely as his hand slid up to grip her hair, tugging her head back just enough to make her gasp.
"Yes, you can. Old, wrinkled, and soaked... but you’re still begging for my cock like the dirty little slut you are. And the Elder? She can watch. She can hate ... hate what Erica wants... hate herself for needing ."
Her cries turned frantic, her body trembling violently as each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her slick walls clenching around him. "Yes... I’m yours... fuck ... harder... oh gods, Rael..."
Julian grinned viciously, using her body, exploiting the delicious mix of humiliation and desire that coursed through her.
"That’s right. Erica... Elder... it doesn’t matter. You’re mine tonight, every inch of you. Every moan, every twitch, every pathetic little gasp... mine."
Her voice cracked, a symphony of moans, whimpers, and breathless pleas spilling out as her body surrendered completely. "Yes... Rael... I’m your slut..."
Julian leaned back slightly, his thrusts faltering for a mont. "You know," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Which side I’m fucking first—the proud Elder or the desperate Erica." He thrusted slowly, then harder, testing her resistance."
Her body shivered, mind flickering violently between the proud, controlled Elder and the desperate, aching Erica. She opened her mouth, but no sound ca—because both sides of her wanted the sa thing: him inside her.
"Elder," he hissed, slapping her ass hard. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
The Elder recoiled inwardly, biting back a moan—but Erica couldn’t hold herself. "Ahhh... Rael... s... so good..."
Julian grinned viciously. "Good girl, Erica. That’s the side I like. Beg , moan for , drip for ... let the Elder see how weak you really are."
Then he shifted slightly, his cock now reaching even deeper inside her. "Now, Elder," he growled, "show how soone old enough to command respect can take what she’s forbidden to want."
Her head lowered, pride clashing with lust. "I... I... ahh... I... can’t... Rael..."
"Liar!" he spat, slamming in hard. "You can. Erica’s screaming for it. You’re just too stubborn to admit the truth..."
The Elder’s pride twisted, but Erica’s voice tore through her control. "Shut up, stop pretending... you want this. You’ve wanted him this whole ti... let him take you..."
Julian chuckled, enjoying the banter the two personalities were having with themselves. Each wave of his thrusts made her split further, her cries bouncing between controlled gasps of Elder and raw, wet moans of Erica.
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