"AAAAIIII!!! SAEL!!! Ahhnnn!!!!". Vera moaned loudly, as I kept fucking her hard and rough, like an animal.
Vera was no longer just my aunt; she was the first of my rewards, and I would claim her so completely that the memory of any other man would be scoured from her flesh by the sheer, brutal force of my ownership.
Her first orgasm had been a beautiful, shuddering surrender, a clenching, wet heat around my cock that had threatened to undo me right then and there. But I was not a boy to be finished so easily. I didn't slow my pace, not for a single, shuddering breath of hers. Instead, I drove into her harder, deeper, my hips pistoning with a relentless, animalistic rhythm that made the sturdy bedframe groan in protest.
"Thump. Thump. Thump."
The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady, percussive beat that mirrored the savage meeting of our bodies.
"PAH! PAH! GRABB!!!!". My hands roamed over the territory I was conquering. One palm slid up her sweat-slicked torso to claim the heavy, magnificent orb of her breast, my fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh before finding her nipple.
"Ahhhnnn~ Sael!! Too rough!!". Vera moaned and squirmed her body, but her pussy grip my cock even harder, as I pinched it, rolling the hardened nub between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it until her back arched off the mattress and a sharp, choked cry tore from her throat. It wasn't a sound of pain, but of overwhelming, delirious pleasure.
"These are mine now," I growled into the shell of her ear, my voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her entire body. "These beautiful, big tetas… they belong to me…"
"¡Sí! Tuyos… all yours, papi!" she moaned, the word a seismic shift in the atmosphere of the room. Papi. It wasn't 'sobrino' or 'Sael'. It was a title of submission, of worship, of absolute surrender. It fueled the fire in my blood.
"That's right, Puta! I'm your Papi!! PAH! PAH!! PAH!!". With a grunt of effort, I hooked my arms under her knees, leveraging my strength to flip her over onto her stomach in one fluid, powerful motion.
"Ahhhnnn~ Si! Si! Si! OOuuhhhhhh~". She gasped, her face pressing into the rumpled sheets, her incredible ass now raised high in the air for me. I didn't keep her on the bed. I wanted more.
"Come here…. PAHH!! PAH!! SMACK!!!". I wanted dominance. I pulled her back, off the edge of the mattress, and bent her over the polished surface of my desk.
The cold, hard wood was a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of her skin, and she flinched for a second before pushing her hips back against me, begging for more without words.
"SHLLOPP!!! PPAAHHHH!!!". I entered her from behind, and the angle was devastating. Each thrust was deeper, more punishing, hitting a place inside her that made her see stars.
"AAAEEEIIIII!!!! AAAHNNN!!!!! PAPI!!!!". Her screams were muffled by the wood, each one a desperate, ecstatic prayer. I brought my hand down hard on the full, round cheek of her ass.
"SMACK!" The sound was explosively loud, a sharp crack that echoed off the walls. A perfect, red handprint immediately bloomed on her olive skin, a brand of my possession.
I began a litany, punctuating each declaration with a powerful, bottoming-out thrust that stole the breath from her lungs.
"You are my woman," I commanded, my voice rough with strain and desire.
"Ahhnnn!! Ahhnnn!! Sí!" she cried out, her voice breaking on the syllable.
"SMACK!" My hand connected with her other cheek. "You are my wife now."
"¡Sí, papi! Your wife! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!". she sobbed, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick desktop.
I leaned over her, covering her body with mine, one hand tangling in her dark hair and pulling her head back so I could snarl the final question into her ear. "Who do you belong to?!"
"¡A ti! You, papi! Only you!" she screamed, her entire body trembling on the precipice.
It was the final key in the lock. With a guttural, uninhibited roar that came from the very depths of my soul, I slammed into her one last, final time, my hips grinding against her ravished flesh as I erupted inside her. My release was a torrent, a flood of hot, claiming seed that filled her depths, a physical manifestation of my possessiveness that felt utterly, completely final.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥ Ooooohhhhhh! Ooh! Oooh".
The dam had broken. There was no returning to civility, to the faint pretense that this was anything other than raw, unfiltered fucking. My cock, miraculously, remained iron-hard inside her, seemingly insatiable, as addicted to her tight, wet warmth as she was to its punishing thickness.
We moved in a sweat-slicked, animalistic dance. I pulled her back onto the bed, onto her back, and drove into her again, watching her magnificent breasts bounce and jiggle with every powerful thrust. Then I sat back against the headboard, and she climbed onto my lap, impaling herself on me with a desperate, hungry cry, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode me with a frantic, rising rhythm.
The sound here was different—Pah! Pah! Pah!—a sharper, wetter smack of skin against skin with every frantic, upward bounce of her hips.
Her language had degraded into the most beautifully filthy, honest need. She was mindless with pleasure, her eyes glazed over, seeing only me.
"Your cock… Ah, ahh, nn… Hhhnn… Feels so good… Dios mío… it's destroying my pussy…" she slurred, her head lolling back.
"You're making it into mush… good mush… tu puta's mush… Aahhh… Aaahhh♥".
I could feel the familiar, coiling tension deep in my groin again, a pressure building that was even more intense than the first time. The visual of her, a used, well-fucked mess because of me, was pushing me over the edge. My hands gripped her hips, controlling her movements, slamming her down onto me with enough force to make her scream.
"I'm cumming, Vera!" I grunted, my abs clenching, my vision starting to tunnel. "I'm gonna fill you up again!".
"Pah! Pah! ¡Sí, papi! ¡LLéname!" she screamed, the words tearing from her throat raw and abandoned. " Pah! Pah! Breed me! Breed your puta! Pump your seed into my matriz! Give me your baby!".
Her words were the final trigger. With a sound that was half-roar, half-groan, I erupted, my body convulsing as another seemingly endless torrent of my release shot deep into her clutching, milking depths.
"Splurt♥ Splurt splurt… splurt♥Splurt splurt splurt♥". The intensity of it was blinding. As the pulses wracked my body, I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into the soft, firm flesh of her breast, biting down on her stretched nipple, claiming her with pain and pleasure simultaneously.
"Ooooohhhhhh! Ooh!!! AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!".She shrieked, a high-pitched sound of absolute ecstasy, and her inner muscles clamped down on me in a vice-like, rhythmic spasm, a second, more powerful orgasm seizing her and wringing every last drop from me.
We collapsed together, a tangled, breathless heap of limbs. I finally, reluctantly, softened and slipped out of her. She fell onto her back beside me, her legs splayed open in a pose of utter, ruined vulnerability.
The aftermath was profound, a visual testament to the thoroughness of my possession. Her stomach, once flat and toned, was now slightly but unmistakably distended, bloated and rounded with the sheer, incredible volume of my cum, making her look several months pregnant with my child. Her beautiful, well-used pussy was a swollen, glistening, deeply pink flower, gaped open and pulsing weakly. A thick, opalescent mixture of our combined release—her creamy arousal and my potent seed—oozed out of her in a steady, shameless trickle, painting a wet, claiming stain onto the dark sheets beneath her.
Vera was boneless, a mumbling, euphoric wreck. Her eyes were closed, a blissed-out smile on her swollen lips. She was utterly spent, completely conquered. But I, fueled by a youth and a primal energy she had unlocked, was still insatiably hard, my cock already stirring again against my thigh, demanding more attention.
I looked down at her, at the beautiful mess I had made of her, and a deep, rumbling sense of satisfaction rolled through me. She was mine. This was proof. Gently, I shifted on the bed. I maneuvered her head, guiding it with a soft pressure from my hand until her cheek was resting on my thigh, her lips just inches from my renewing erection.
She didn't need words. In her submissive, hazy state, she understood instinctively. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed with adoration and exhaustion, and she turned her head, nuzzling against my length before her lips parted.
"Sllurp. Sllluuurp…Lick…♥ Mhmmm~". She took me into her mouth, and the sensation was electric. Her mouth was hot and wet and willing. She began to suckle softly at first, then with more purpose, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, licking away the remnants of our combined taste.
"Mh, mmh… Chururururu Suck, suck". The sounds were lewd and erotic—soft, wet sucks, little breathy moans that vibrated through my shaft, the gentle pop as she occasionally released me only to take me deep again, her throat working around me. She worshipped me there, in that intimate, vulnerable space, for a glorious five minutes, until I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Gonna cum, mi vida," I murmured, my hand stroking her hair. "Take it…. Drink it all…Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt!"
"Hngh. Mmm. Slurp!!… Mmm…gulp! Gulp! Hmmm~". She hummed in agreement, a vibration that pushed me over the edge. I came into her mouth with a low groan, another release, this one less voluminous but no less intense. She swallowed diligently, greedily, taking every last drop until I was spent and soft in her mouth. She finally released me with a soft, final pop and nuzzled back against my thigh, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Finally, seeing her still wobbly and basking in the deep, satisfying afterglow, I knew we couldn't sleep in the mess. With a tenderness that contrasted sharply with my earlier ferocity, I scooped her up into my arms. She was limp, trusting, her head lolling against my shoulder. I carried her to the adjoining bathroom, where I set her down carefully and started the shower. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the physical evidence of our passion, but not the marks of my claim—the red handprint on her ass, the slight love bite on her breast, the dazed, possessed look in her eyes.
I washed her body with a slow, reverent care, and she did the same for me. We didn't speak; words were unnecessary. The silence was filled with the steam and the gentle splash of water and the profound understanding of what had just been irrevocably changed between us. Dried and cleansed, I carried her back to my bed, now fitted with fresh sheets. I pulled the blankets over us, and she immediately curled into my side, her head on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, claiming me in her sleep just as I had claimed her awake. And there, in the dark, with the scent of our sex replaced by clean soap and skin, we slept. Together.