Chapter 57: Intense and Corrupt Emotions (3) ❤️
She pressed her chest forward, squashing her soft, supple boobs together and guiding his cock right between them. She began moving her chest up and down, her boobs creating a warm, slick tunnel that engulfed him, massaging every inch of his length with maddening softness. At the same time, she leaned forward to kiss and lap at the sensitive, glistening tip, her tongue flicking teasingly over the slit as if she were savoring a forbidden treat.
Roni's boobs weren't overly large, but they were just the right size — enough for her to skillfully use them as another tight, silky pleasure hole dedicated solely to Finn's pleasure.
The tender, squishy pressure hugging his shaft from both sides, combined with her warm saliva and her dexterous lips that played and sucked on his tip, created an overload of sensation. Her teasing was so relentless and so expertly done that Finn, despite all his endurance, couldn't hold back for more than ten minutes before surrendering completely to her skilled worship.
With a feral growl, he grabbed a fistful of her fiery hair, yanking her head downward without warning. His thick cock plunged forward, forcing its way deep past her lips, straight down her throat in one merciless motion.
Once he felt her throat constricting perfectly around him, he finally let himself relax for the first time — and unleashed a savage, unstoppable torrent of hot seed directly into her stomach. But he didn't stop there; instead, he started moving her head back and forth aggressively, using her mouth and throat like a personal fuck toy even as he came. He even pulled all the way out of her mouth until only the tip hovered over her lips, then rammed it back in with a single, brutal thrust, making her choke violently and gag around him.
Each violent thrust caused his cum to spill and splatter everywhere — filling her mouth, flooding down her throat, coating her tongue, and even splashing across her flushed, desperate face. Her expression twisted between shock, pain, and blissful devotion as his thick, creamy load claimed her completely.
His powerful ejaculation raged on for thirty entire seconds — an eternity of raw, pulsing corruption. Finally, when his orgasm subsided, Finn pulled out slowly, a final string of cum connecting his tip to her lips as he leaned back to admire his masterpiece.
Roni's face was an obscene canvas, covered in thick, pure white spots like divine markings of ownership. She opened her mouth obediently, sticking her tongue all the way out in an open, needy display of worship, proudly showing off just how much she adored his precious gift.
Her tongue dripped with heavy strands of cum, each drop shining under the volcano's red glow before she drew it all back inside her mouth in one smooth, greedy motion. She then shut her lips, closed her eyes in bliss, and swallowed it down like the most sacred nectar. When she finally opened her mouth again, it was spotlessly clean — as if she had just devoured the proof of her corruption and turned it into part of herself.
"Good job," he praised her in a husky, tender voice as he reached out to pat her head gently, his fingers threading through her hair with surprising affection. The sudden shift from brutal dominance to gentle reward made her heart pound, her body tingling all over from the contrast.
She practically purred under his hand, her eyes shining as she basked in his affection. Without a second thought, she leapt up, wrapping her slender arms around his neck in a tight, fervent hug, pressing her naked, cum-smeared body against him with complete, trembling devotion.
"Thank you for everything… my lord." Her words trembled out of her, not as simple gratitude but as a tearful, sacred confession. To her, "lord" was no mere title — it was a word that carried every shred of her heart and soul. He was the one who had dragged her out from the abyss of that dark, endless prison, given her back her life, and blessed her with a purpose: to serve him, and him alone. He had understood even her most shameful, buried desires before she ever dared voice them. To her, he wasn't just a savior or a lover — he was a divine magician who read her every thought and granted her every filthy wish, earning that holy title with every breath: her lord.
"Heh, you think we're done?" Finn's voice dripped with dark amusement as he tilted his head, his eyes glinting with a hungry, dangerous light. Before she could even brace herself, he flipped her over in one smooth, almost violent motion. Her body crashed down onto the rough surface of the ledge, her stomach pressing into the hot stone, her legs hanging helplessly over the edge, dipping into the lava below like discarded offerings to the inferno.
His hands wasted no time. He grabbed her thick, shapely thighs with a vice-like grip, lifting them up and spreading them wide apart. He held them perfectly horizontal above the edge, forcing her open in the most shameless, humiliating display imaginable. It was an obscene masterpiece — her trembling legs splayed as far as they could go, her soaked pussy glistening under the lava's red glow, and her round, bouncy ass rising like a ripe fruit begging to be devoured.
"That filthy ass," he growled with raw, feral delight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. Then, without warning, he brought his hand down in a savage slap that echoed around the cavern. Her soft flesh rippled and jiggled violently like molten jelly, a beautiful quake that drew a high-pitched gasp from her trembling lips.
Roni bit her lip so hard it almost broke skin. Her eyes rolled back as she shivered uncontrollably, her entire being vibrating with a heady mixture of pain and electric arousal. One trembling hand moved downward, her fingers slipping between her legs to spread her pussy wide open with two fingers. She offered herself completely, shaking and flushed, showing him the raw, dripping core of her deepest shame.