Chapter 658 - 657- Mira Ran Away after taking his Load

Chapter 658: Chapter 657- Mira Ran Away after taking his Load

The maids were frozen.

Petra — the head maid — stood with a towel in her hands, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She was watching her mistress get fucked against a wall. Not gently. Not lovingly. Brutally. The kind of fucking that she had never seen, never experienced, never imagined. Her husband — the carpenter, five inches, two minutes, then sleep — had never done anything like this. No man she had ever heard of had done anything like this.

’That cock — it’s going in her — her ass. All of it. All twelve inches. How — the human body can’t — it shouldn’t—’

Her hand had moved. She didn’t notice. Her fingers were pressed against the fabric of her apron, against her own crotch, the pressure unconscious, the body responding to the visual and auditory stimulation before the mind could intervene.

Beside her, the second maid — young, nineteen, a virgin named Clara — was blushing from her hairline to her collar. Her hands were gripping the baby’s blanket so tight her knuckles were white. Her eyes were enormous. Her thighs were pressed together — tightly, desperately, the pressure of a virgin whose body was producing arousal for the first time in this volume.

’He’s — he’s so — his cock is so — and Mira-sama is — she’s screaming but she — does it feel good? Does it hurt? Both? How can someone—’

Her own pussy was wet. She could feel it — the warmth, the moisture, the thin fabric of her undergarment becoming damp. She had never been this wet. Not even close. Her virgin body, exposed to the raw, primal, animalistic display of a man destroying a woman, was responding without her permission.

The third maid — Sera, twenty-six, married, whose husband was a guard with a six-inch cock — was the most affected. She had been married for three years. She had sex regularly. She thought she knew what sex looked like, sounded like, felt like.

She was wrong.

’My husband — he’s — he’s nothing like this. This isn’t sex. This is — I don’t have a word for this. This is — that cock would split me in half. It would — how is Mira-sama still conscious? How is she — she’s screaming but she’s also — is she cumming? From her ass? Can you cum from—’

Her hand was on her crotch. She didn’t notice either. Her fingers pressed against her mound, the fabric of her dress bunching, the pressure sending sparks through her body.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!

"AAAAHH~!!♡♡!! SLOW — PLEASE — TOO FAST — AAANGH~!!♡♡♡!! MY ASS — MY ASS IS — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!!"

Viktor lifted her.

His hands moved from her tits to her thighs. He hooked his arms under her knees — lifting her feet off the ground, her legs spreading, her entire weight suspended on his cock. Her back against his chest. Her thighs held wide. Her anal canal impaled on twelve inches of thrusting cock.

He carried her. To the mirror. The full-length mirror that stood against the wall of the lord’s chambers — the one Helena used to check her appearance, the one that now showed Mira everything.

Her face.

The slack-jawed, drooling, tear-streaked, tongue-lolling, eye-rolling face of a woman who had been fucked into oblivion. Her green eyes — still luminous, still burning with absorbed power — were rolled back. The irises were barely visible. Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging past her teeth, saliva running in thick strings down her chin. Her cheeks were crimson — the blush spreading from her face down her neck, across her chest, over her swollen tits.

Her tits. The heavy, milk-filled mounds, slamming up and down with each thrust. The dark nipples spraying milk in thin arcs — each impact forcing a burst of fluid from the ducts. The milk hit the mirror, ran down the glass, creating streaks that distorted the reflection.

Her belly — deflated but still rounded, post-birth, the skin slightly loose, the navel still popped — moved with each thrust. The flesh rippled. The impact traveled through her body like a wave.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," Viktor said. His voice was in her ear. Low. Warm. Degrading. "Weren’t you working? Acting authoritative just now?"

Mira looked. Saw herself. Saw the destruction. Saw the woman who had said ’I could conquer a kingdom’ reduced to a drooling, cum-stuffed, anal-destroyed thing in a mirror.

"I — I was," she gasped. Her voice was broken. Each word interrupted by a thrust that drove the air from her lungs. "I was just trying — to protect — our home—"

PAAH!!

"AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!"

Viktor’s hips slammed upward. The angle changed — deeper, the cockhead grinding against the wall between her anal canal and her cunt, the pressure stimulating her G-spot from behind. Her body arched. Her tits lifted. Her face plastered against the mirror — her cheek, her mouth, her tongue pressing against the cold glass, the breath fogging it.

"Yeah," Viktor said. His hips didn’t slow. "That’s a good bitch."

Mira’s eyes snapped open. The word hit her — ’bitch’ — and something inside her cracked. Not the power. Not the authority. The last piece of the perverted MILF’s pride.

"Wh — what?" she gasped. "What a — bitch?"

PAH PAH PAAH!!

"Don’t you like the title?" Viktor’s mouth found her ear. His tongue traced the shell. His breath was hot. His hips blurred faster — the speed increasing, the impacts becoming a continuous, wet, flesh-on-flesh roar.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAAH!!

"AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! I — HAAAH~!!♡!!"

Her tongue was out. Fully. Hanging past her chin. Drool running down the glass. Her eyes rolled back — fully, the green irises disappearing, the white showing. Her face — the face of a woman who had just been handed the power of a god — was the face of a broken, fucked-stupid, anal-destroyed cum receptacle.

"Yeah — I’m a bitch—" she moaned. The words came from somewhere deeper than thought. The corruption — the complete, total, ’my-mind-is-his’ surrender. "I’m a bitch for my husband’s cock—"

PAAH!!

"Yeah, you are," Viktor said.

He slammed. Deep. Held. His cock throbbed in her ass — the pulse of climax. His balls tightened. The load that he had been holding since before the baby was born — the massive, incubus-enhanced, 100x-multiplied load — erupted.

Hot. Thick. The first rope hit deep in her anal canal — the thick, molten fluid flooding her. The second rope followed. Then the third. Each burst was copious, heavy, the cum filling her ass, overflowing, leaking around his shaft, running down over her cunt, dripping onto the floor.

"AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! I CAN FEEL IT — IT’S SO HOT — AAHH~!!♡♡♡!!"

Her body went limp. Against the mirror. Her face plastered against the glass — her breath fogging it, her drool running down it, her tits pressed flat against the surface, milk smearing the reflection. Her arms hung at her sides. Her legs — still hooked over his arms — were limp. Her entire body was a ragdoll, impaled on his cock, held up only by his grip and the mirror behind her.

Her pussy squirted. The anal-induced orgasm — the pressure on her G-spot from behind, combined with the sensation of hot cum flooding her ass — triggered a full-body climax. Fluid sprayed from her cunt, hitting the mirror, running down the glass, mixing with the milk and drool and sweat.

"AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! THANK — THANK YOU — MY DARLING~!!♡♡♡!!"

She kissed him. Over her shoulder. Her mouth found his — wet, sloppy, the kiss of a woman who had just been turned from a god into a bitch and was grateful for it.

Then she vanished.

The teleportation — the Shadow Monarch ability, Lira’s 100x-multiplied skill — activated. Her body dissolved into shadow particles that scattered and disappeared. One moment she was there — impaled on his cock, pressed against the mirror, cum leaking from her ass.

The next, gone.

Viktor’s cock was left alone. Pressed against the mirror. The glass — smeared with milk, drool, squirt fluid, the ghost of a woman’s face — reflected his shaft. Still hard. Still erect. The 100x-enhanced stamina keeping him ready.

He sighed.

"Shit..."