Chapter 33. Using Her Mouth Like It’s The Best Hole! Surpassing Even The Real Thing?**

Chapter 33: 33. Using Her Mouth Like It’s The Best Hole! Surpassing Even The Real Thing?**

I didn’t give her time to recover. The moment she drew that desperate breath, I seized her by the hair not to hurt her but to anchor her and drove her back down.

This time, there was no hesitation... I fucking plunged myself past her lips, past the barrier of her tongue, and buried myself to the hilt in her throat.

"GLLLLRK...! MMMPH!"

The sound she made was raw and primal, a wet, choking noise that reverberated through her chest cavity. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating until the blue irises were nearly gone.

Her hands clutched at my thighs again, but this time, her grip changed. Her fingers weren’t just tapping for mercy, but they were digging into my flesh, nails dragging across my skin as her entire body bucked against the invasion.

I began to fuck her mouth like it was a cunt. And I wasn’t being gentle at all.

I wasn’t asking for permission. I used her throat as a sheath, grinding my cock against the sensitive walls of her esophagus with each punishing thrust.

The sounds were obscene: the wet, rhythmic slop schlick, slop schlick of my cock sliding in and out of her saliva-drenched mouth, punctuated by the guttural, muffled groans she couldn’t release because I was blocking her airway.

Schlick. Glug. Mmmph nngh!

"That’s it, Laura," I growled between clenched teeth, my own arousal reaching a fever pitch that threatened to snap my control. "Take it! Swallow it!"

"Become the vessel I need you to be."

I watched her face, fascinated by the psychological collapse unfolding before me. The knight was dying.

The disciplined knight was being erased.

Slowly, the panic in her eyes began to transmute into something else—something far more dangerous. Her eyes began to roll upward, showing the whites as she lost the ability to focus on the world around her.

Tears began to stream freely from the corners of her eyes, spilling over her temples and soaking into the pillow behind her.

She wasn’t crying from pain alone, but she was crying from the sheer, overwhelming sensory overload. Her brain couldn’t process the violation and the ecstasy simultaneously, and so it simply broke.

The sight of her broken, weeping, with her eyes rolled back in surrender sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated dominance through me.

I wanted more.

I needed more speed.

I needed to shatter what was left of her.

I reached up, my hands finding the heavy wooden headboard of the bed. I gripped it with white-knuckled intensity, my biceps bulging as I used it as leverage.

With the headboard as my anchor, I could put my entire body weight behind every thrust.

Thwack. Slap. Glug.

The bed frame creaked violently under the assault. My hips became a blur of motion.

I was hammering into her throat with increasing ferocity, each stroke deeper than the last, each thrust more punishing.

I could feel her throat muscles spasming around me, trying to reject the intrusion even as her body instinctively clung to me.

"Nngghh... hmmmph!" Her muffled screams were nothing more than vibrations against my cock, a desperate, wordless sound that only drove me harder.

’I’ve got her,’ I thought, my mind racing with the intoxicating power of it. ’I’ve finally stripped away every defense she ever had.’

’There’s nothing left but this moment... Nothing left but me!!!’

I could feel the sweat dripping from my brow onto her face, mixing with her tears. The air in the room was thick with the smell of sex, salt, and desperation.

Every time I pulled back to the lips, I could hear her desperate, sucking attempts to re-establish contact, her mouth working reflexively to keep me inside.

"Don’t you dare close those eyes," I hissed, leaning down so she could see the hunger in my gaze even through her haze. "Watch me! Watch what you’re doing to me!"

I accelerated again. The rhythm became frantic, a jackhammer assault that left no room for thought.

The sounds were a chaotic symphony of wet friction and broken vocalizations. I wasn’t ready to cum. I wanted to prolong this exquisite torment, to keep her in this liminal space between life and death, between pain and pleasure, for as long as humanly possible.

I wanted to see how far she could bend before she truly snapped.

The bedframe shrieked in protest as I pushed myself to the absolute limit. My grip on the headboard was so tight I thought the wood might splinter beneath my fingers.

I was no longer just fucking her mouth, but I was attempting to consume her entire being through the conduit of my cock.

The pace was inhuman... a relentless, piston-like assault that left no room for Laura to breathe, to think, or to exist as anything other than a receptacle for my need.

Slap squelch, slap squelch, slap squelch!

The wetness was everywhere now—saliva, sweat, and the tears streaming from her eyes, creating a slick, obscene friction that made every thrust sound like a gunshot in the quiet room.

Her throat was raw, her muscles twitching in involuntary spasms as she tried to accommodate the sheer volume of me.

Inside Laura’s mind, the world had dissolved into a kaleidoscope of white noise and raw sensation.

She couldn’t think.

She couldn’t remember her training, her duties, or her name.

All she knew was the overwhelming presence of Roland... the weight of him, the heat of him, and the terrifying, magnificent violence of his desire.

’How can he be like this?’ she thought frantically through the haze of oxygen deprivation. ’I thought I knew him...’

’I thought I knew the man beneath the surface... but this... this is something primal...’

’Something ancient...’

But as the choking sensation peaked and her vision blurred, a terrifying realization washed over her: she didn’t want him to stop.

The fear was there, yes, but beneath it was an intoxicating fascination. She wanted to peel back every layer of him, to discover every hidden demon and every unspoken hunger he carried.

She wanted to be the only one who could witness this side of him, the side that was unhinged, unstoppable, and utterly possessive.

She loved him more in this moment of degradation than she ever had in moments of tenderness.

She loved the monster.

"Mmmph Nnngh... GLLRK!" Her sounds were no longer attempts at speech, but they were the involuntary vocalizations of a body being pushed past its breaking point.

I could feel the dam cracking. My entire body was rigid, every nerve ending screaming in agony and ecstasy.

The pressure in my groin was unbearable, a volcanic buildup that demanded immediate release. I looked down at her, where I could see her eyes rolled back, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her hands convulsing against my thighs, and I knew she was ready for the final blow.

"Laura...! Gghhh!" I growled, my voice vibrating with the strain of holding back.

I leaned down, my face inches from hers, my sweat dripping onto her burning skin. "I can’t hold it anymore..."

"I’m cumming! I’m filling you up!"

I didn’t slow down.

If anything, I accelerated one last time, delivering three devastatingly deep thrusts that buried me to the very root in her throat.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" A guttural roar tore from my lungs as my climax erupted.

It wasn’t a trickle, but it was an explosion. The first jet hit the back of her throat with enough force to make her entire body convulse.

Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

I felt each powerful contraction of my cock as it pumped massive volumes of hot, thick seed directly down her throat.

"GLLLLRK MMMPH!" Laura’s muffled scream was swallowed by my cock as the torrent flooded her mouth.

Her eyes snapped open one last time, pupils dilated to the edges, staring up at me with a look of pure, overwhelmed surrender as she was forced to swallow the overwhelming flood.

I kept pumping, my hips stuttering in involuntary jerks as I emptied myself into her. The room seemed to spin.

The only sounds were my ragged, animalistic panting and the wet, rhythmic sounds of my cock still pulsing inside her mouth, delivering the last of my release.

I finally pulled away slowly, letting her throat relax as I withdrew. I stayed hovered over her, panting heavily, my chest heaving against hers.

I didn’t move to clean her. And I didn’t move to comfort her.

I simply watched as she lay there, her mouth glistening with the evidence of my climax, her throat working convulsively as she tried to swallow the last remnants of what I had given her.