Chapter 121. I’m Starting To Think She Can Grew Her Breasts More And More**

Chapter 121: 121. I’m Starting To Think She Can Grew Her Breasts More And More**

The sensation of bottoming out inside her was dangerous.

For a heartbeat, I felt the familiar, terrifying surge of climax threatening to rupture through me—that white-hot pressure at the base of my spine that signaled the end.

If I stayed slow now, if I lingered in that perfect, tight embrace of her deepest walls, I would cum instantly, and I wasn’t ready to finish.

Not while she was still looking at me like I was her entire world.

I forced myself to shift gears. I broke the slow, deliberate pace and exploded into motion.

Instead of slow strokes, I began a relentless, rapid-fire pounding.

Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

The sound of my pelvis slamming against her ass became a wet, rhythmic percussion that filled the room.

I knew from experience that if I maintained this frenetic speed, the overwhelming sensitivity of the initial penetration would give way to a raw, grinding friction that would allow me to control my climax longer.

And it worked.

The exotic, magical pulsing of her cunt, which had been trying to overwhelm my nervous system seemed to submit to my aggression.

By moving faster, I turned her body from an active participant into a vessel that had to struggle to keep up with my brutality.

"OH—OH GODS—LEON—AAAAHHH!" Sylvara’s moans escalated from melodic whimpers to desperate, unfiltered screams.

Her body was being tossed forward by the sheer force of my thrusts. "So fast—nngh—you’re moving so fast—ahhh—I can’t—I can’t think—fuck—Leon!"

I dug both palms into the mattress, using the bed as an anchor to propel my hips forward with everything I had.

I was a machine of muscle and lust, each thrust driving deeper than the last. I had never experienced anything like this.

I had fucked countless women, but this... this ancient, virgin milf with a cunt that felt like it was woven from magic and starlight was beyond human vocabulary.

No poem, no story, and no memory could capture the way her walls felt as they stretched to accommodate my relentless assault.

"You’re... you’re incredible..." Sylvara gasped between shattered moans, her head thrashing from side to side. "I never knew—ahhh—I never knew a human could—nngh—could fuck like a demon!"

"I feel like... like I’m losing myself!"

"I’m becoming someone else—AAAAHHH—someone filthy, someone who just wants to be broken by you!"

Her admission that she was shedding her divine dignity to become a pervert for my pleasure was the ultimate aphrodisiac. It drove me into a frenzy.

"Then be filthy, Sylvara!" I growled, my voice sounding like grinding stone. "Be my little slut, my fucking beastmate bitch~!"

As I increased the tempo even further, her body began to react in ways that hypnotized me. Her massive breasts, heavy and full from her arousal, began to bounce violently with every impact.

They swayed and jiggled in a hypnotic rhythm, the pale flesh catching the dim light as they flew up and down.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

The sight of those gigantic, bouncing mounds of flesh was the final straw for my self-control.

I reached around her midsection, my large hands sliding up her ribs until I could cup both breasts at once.

I squeezed them hard, my fingers sinking deep into the soft, warm flesh.

"Fuck, they’re so big," I muttered hoarsely, squeezing them with enough pressure to make her cry out.

I began to knead them roughly, pulling at her nipples with my thumbs while my lower body continued its devastating assault.

"Nnngh—ahhh—Leon—yes!"

"Squeeze them—fuck—squeeze them hard!" Sylvara shrieked, her back arching so far it looked like it might snap. "I love it—ahhh—I love how you take everything—fuck—my body, my tits—AAAAHHH—everything!"

The room was a symphony of obscene violence: the thunderous slap of skin on skin, the wet, squelching sounds of my cock working through her overflowing juices, the creak of the bedframe, and Sylvara’s escalating, unhinged screams of ecstasy.

I was lost in it—lost in the taste of her, the sight of her bouncing tits, and the feeling of her cunt trying to swallow me whole as I pounded her toward oblivion.

I was past the point of reason. My heartbeat was a war drum in my ears, syncing with the wet, violent rhythm of our bodies colliding.

I pushed myself beyond any human limit, my hips moving in a blur of pure, unadulterated aggression. Every thrust was faster, harder, more desperate than the last.

"Sylvara... Sylvara, fuck!" I roared her name like a prayer and a curse combined.

I wasn’t just fucking her anymore, but I was trying to fuse our souls through sheer physical force.

My hands were relentless. I wasn’t just squeezing her breasts now—I was ravaging them.

I kneaded the soft, pale flesh with bruising intensity, my fingers digging deep as if I wanted to leave my mark on every inch of her.

I twisted her nipples between my fingers, pulling and rolling them until she was shrieking.

"These tits... fuck, Sylvara, they’re fucking enormous. Are they getting bigger again?!" I growled against her ear, my breath hot and ragged.

I leaned forward, pressing my face into the valley between those massive, bouncing mounds. The scent of her skin... that floral, matcha-sweet musk was overwhelming as I buried my nose between her breasts.

"I can imagine it... if you carried my child, if you got pregnant with my seed... these would be full of milk for our cubs!"

"I want to see them swollen with my legacy."

The thought of her... this divine, ancient being nurturing something that came from our union sent a fresh wave of cock-splitting arousal through me.

Sylvara’s reaction was primal.

"Yes—ahhh—yes, Leon!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Make me—nngh—make me your broodmare!"

"Fill me so full that I can never—AAAAHHH—never be anything but yours!"

The force of my pounding was becoming borderline painful. Each impact felt like a sledgehammer against her pelvis, a blunt force that made her entire frame shudder and bounce on the mattress.

But for Sylvara, the pain didn’t register as suffering, but it transformed instantly into a searing, electrified pleasure.

She could feel the raw dominance in my movements, the way I was taking control of her body, and it made her feel seen, claimed, and utterly desired.

A twisted sense of satisfaction washed over her. She loved that she could provoke this—that she could drive a man like me into such a state of beautiful, controlled rage.

She loved knowing she was the cause of this unrestrained hunger.

I pressed my face deeper into her cleavage, my cheek pressed against one warm nipple while my cock continued its devastating assault below.

I was breathing in her, tasting her through my skin, while my hips worked like pistons.

The sound was obscene—the wet, meaty slap-slap-slap of my groin against her ass, the creaking of the bed, and her increasingly unhinged vocalizations.

"Leon—please—" she sobbed, her words dissolving into incoherent moans.

Her hips were no longer fighting me, but they were meeting every thrust, trying to take as much of me as possible. "Don’t hold back—ahhh—don’t you dare hold back!"

"Use me! Break me! I don’t want to stop—I never want to stop!"

"I’ll let you do this every day—every hour—just fuck me harder!"

She was completely undone, her mind shattered by the combination of pain, pleasure, and the overwhelming presence of her Beastmate.

She had surrendered every shred of her dignity to the altar of this moment. She wasn’t a goddess anymore, but she was just a woman being claimed by her mate.

"You want it rough?" I growled into her flesh, my voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural register.

I gripped her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat while I drove myself into her with enough force to make the bedframe groan in protest. "Then you’ll get it."

"I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, Sylvara!"

"I’m going to fuck you until there’s nothing left of you but my mark...!!!"

"AAAAHHHHHHH—YES!" she shrieked, her climax beginning to build again, triggered by the sheer brutality of my love. "DO IT! FUCK ME UNTIL I BREAK!"

I reached my breaking point. The dam was about to burst, and I wanted to make sure Sylvara felt every single drop of the destruction I was about to unleash.

I lifted my head from her cleavage, my eyes wild and bloodshot with lust, looking down at her beautiful, wrecked face.

"I need to see how far you can take this," I growled.

I reached around her, grabbing both of her massive nipples between my fingers and thumbs. I didn’t just pinch them—I pulled.

I stretched them taut, testing the elasticity of her sensitive flesh, pulling them away from her body until they were elongated and crimson.

"AAAAHHHH—Leon! Oh gods—nngh!" Sylvara shrieked, her back arching so violently her spine nearly left the mattress.

The pain was sharp, but the pleasure that followed was an overwhelming wave of electricity that made her vision blur.

I didn’t stop there. I wanted to mark her.

I pulled back my hands and then brought them down with everything I had.

SLAP!

The sound of my palms connecting with her heavy breasts was like a gunshot in the quiet room.

The force was so great that when I lifted my hands, two perfect, angry red palm prints remained on her pale skin.

"I’m cumming, Sylvara," I panted, my voice breaking. "I can’t hold it anymore...!"

"I’m going to fill you until you overflow."

"Then do it!" she screamed back, her eyes blazing with a desperate, hungry fire. "Cum for me, Leon!"

"Fill me with everything you have! Give it all to me—right now!"