Chapter 298 - 304: Secret Slut

’Ahn, ahn... I love this. I’m falling hard for this dirty feeling,’ Natasha thought, completely unable to process the dizzying wave of lust overwhelming her moral senses.

"Heh, your hole is far too tight for a mature woman like you, Natasha," Quinn roared, leaning forward to press his weight against her back as he rammed his cock deep into her core. "I’m the one who truly gets to enjoy this filthy tightness!"

Her entrance was stretched to its absolute limit, molded into a wide, taut circle as his massive girth relentlessly parted her inside tissue.

"Are you still in pain, Natasha? Because your ass is clasping around me like a trap," Quinn murmured, reaching around to brutally squeeze her heavy tits while encircling her throat with his other hand, choking her just enough to restrict her breath.

"Ahnn... ahnn! N-not anymore..." Natasha whimpered incoherently, her mind completely turning to mush under his total dominance. Instinct took over, and she raised her trembling thighs higher, tilting her pelvis to accommodate his brutal angle. "Ahn... I love it... please don’t stop..."

He fell into a rhythmic, piston-like thrusting pattern, driving her body forward against the sturdy table-top with every brutal strike. To an outside observer, they looked like two fiery lovers lost in the wild frenzy of a honeymoon. But the dark truth made the dynamic infinitely dirtier.

"Heh, you look so pathetically beautiful making that ruined face, Natasha," Quinn praised, watching her rolling eyes and parted lips. "I love seeing you like this... make that slutty face for me."

"Ehehe... ahnn, pwleasee... deeper," Natasha babbled, a classic look of a mature woman who had completely lost her sanity and inhibitions to pure, degrading lust. "I want you to shove your massive cock deeper inside my cheating, filthy asshole... eheh..."

"How about I fuck you right in front of your husband’s tomb, Natasha?" Quinn whispered darkly into her ear. "That would be a beautiful farewell gift to his memory, wouldn’t it?"

Before she could even process the depraved suggestion, Quinn summoned a realistic shadow clone beside them with a flicker of magic.

"It’s time to double your pleasure now," Quinn laughed as the second iteration stepped forward.

"Suck my cock, Natasha. Forget everything else and just focus on taking care of my flesh," the clone ordered, positioning his thick shaft directly above her head while the real Quinn continued his unrelenting assault from behind.

"Aahn... ahnn! W-what is happening...?" She blinked through her tears, disoriented and gasping for air. "Two Quinns...?"

She stared in absolute disbelief at the twin figures—one brutally pounding her stretched rear end, and the newly summoned clone leaning over her upper body, casually slapping his heavy, throbbing length across her flushed cheek.

"This is completely normal, Natasha," the clone reassured her with a sinister chuckle. "It’s all me. Come on, suck my cock. Enjoy having two of my shafts all to yourself—this is a feast meant just for you."

The upper clone bent his upper body down, burying his face into her chest to eagerly mouth and suck her erect nipples, humming at the rich texture. It would have been a tragic waste to leave those massive, gorgeous melons untouched.

"Slurp... slurp..." Natasha’s tongue darted out, completely submissive to the command as she began lapping at the clone’s heavy testicles. Quinn had finally released his iron grip on her throat, allowing cold air to rush back into her lungs. "Is this... is this really real...? Ahn... how is it possible to have two of you...?"

"Do you want even more?" Quinn smirked from behind, his hips never slowing their intense pace. "Heh, I can create an entire army of clones if you truly want it, Natasha... that is, if your corrupt little body can handle taking two cocks at once first."

He smirked proudly. Even with a single cock, every mature woman he had ever targeted had eventually broken down and surrendered completely. Adding clone magic to the mix was just his favorite way to spice up the corruption.

"Slurp... slurpp... slurpp! R-really?" Natasha panted out between desperate licks, the distinct, pungent scent of his pre-cum filling her nostrils and clouding her remaining judgment. "You can really do that, Quinn? Slurpp... slurpp..." She had already memorized the bitter, musk-heavy scent of his seed, and her broken mind was becoming hopelessly addicted to it.

"Yes, Natasha. Though you’re going to have to work much harder if you want to earn an exclusive gangbang from me," he warned playfully, bringing his palm down in a sudden, sharp slap across her face—hard enough that the faint outline of his girth left a reddish mark across her delicate skin. "I’ll grant your wish only if you satisfy me fully today."

"Uuhnn... it is so hot," she whimpered, her brain entirely fried by the pain and pleasure.

"Do you want more?"

"Ughn... yeshh, I want so much more..."

"That’s why I love you," Quinn chuckled darkly, slowing his thrusts behind her into a deep, agonizingly slow roll. "Now say it. Tell me you want to be slapped in the face with my cock. Say it and I’ll grant you that much."

"Nghn... I want to be slapped with your cock... please slap me with your huge cock, Quinn! Nghn!" Her tight hole fluttered and pulsed uncontrollably around his embedded shaft as the original Quinn resumed a relentless, heavy-pounding sequence.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Tell me the truth, Natasha," Quinn demanded, fulfilling her desperate wish by swinging the clone’s heavy shaft sharply against her face, his heavy testicles bumping against her forehead with each strike. "Were you always a secret little slut in your younger days?"

"Nghn... N-no, I wasn’t! Slurp... slurp! I was never that kind of woman..."

"Then why are you acting like such an eager whore now? Oh, let me ask you this," Quinn taunted, his tone dripping with sheer malice. "What was the size of your late husband compared to me?"

Pre-cum splattered across her cheeks, dripping down to her chin in thick streaks.