Chapter 203: Breaking the Exorcist III…

Akira pulled away and quickly shed his pants and boxers. His thick cock sprang free, throbbing.

Ayame stared at it, her breath hitching in her throat. “It’s huge. I can’t… I won’t fit.”

“You’ll fit,” Akira assured her, crawling back over her and settling between her spread thighs. “Demonic essence makes you remarkably adaptable. And you want to be ruined, don’t you? You want me to defile you completely.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, her hands reaching out to grip his waist, nails already digging in with desperate need. “Ruin me. Break me. Make me forget my prayers.”

Akira grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly off the mattress. He lined the broad, slick head of his cock up with her dripping, untouched entrance.

The fat crown nudged against her swollen folds, smearing her shimmering juices along his length as he rocked his hips teasingly, letting her feel the sheer size of him.

He didn’t bother with a slow, gentle push. That wasn’t what her hidden kink demanded. She needed to be conquered… brutally, completely, without mercy.

He thrust his hips forward, driving himself into her with one brutal, continuous motion.

He tore through her virginity instantly, burying himself to the absolute hilt in one savage stroke.

“FUCKKK!” Ayame shrieked, a sound that was half-agony, half-pure ecstasy.

Her fingernails dug sharply into Akira’s arms, drawing thin lines of blood that only seemed to spur him on.

Her head whipped back, her spine arching so hard it looked like it might snap, every muscle in her body locking rigid around the massive intrusion.

The stretch was shocking; her virgin walls were forced wide open, fluttering and clenching as they struggled to accommodate his thick, veined length.

She could feel him everywhere, pressing against places no one had ever touched, the head of his cock kissing the entrance to her womb with brutal pressure.

Akira held her firmly, waiting a few agonizing seconds for her body to adjust to the massive intrusion. He was incredibly deep, his pubic bone grinding hard against her swollen clit, sending sparks of overstimulation shooting through her core.

Her inner walls were tight, scorching hot, and pulsing erratically as the remnants of her holy energy fought a losing battle against the corrupting flood of his demonic essence.

The pain bloomed sharp and bright for a heartbeat, then melted away into something darker, hotter, more addictive… pleasure so intense it felt like her soul was being rewritten from the inside out.

“Breathe, Ayame,” Akira said in a low voice.

She took a ragged, shuddering breath, her eyes fluttering open. The pain was already fading, rapidly replaced by a terrifying, all-consuming pleasure that made her toes curl and her pussy flutter greedily around his shaft.

“It’s so full,” she gasped, her inner muscles giving a tiny, involuntary squeeze around his cock, milking him as if her body already knew exactly who it belonged to now. “You’re touching my womb. It’s so deep… oh God, I can feel you pulsing inside me.”

“You belong to me now,” Akira growled, the words dripping with dark possession.

He started to pull back, sliding almost all the way out of her tight, clinging heat until only the fat head remained inside her. Then he slammed his hips forward again with a wet, punishing smack of skin on skin.

“Ahhh!” Ayame screamed, her hands flying up to grip the headboard for leverage as her body jolted upward. The impact drove him even deeper, forcing another gush of her shimmering arousal to squirt out around his cock and soak his balls.

Akira established a relentless, punishing rhythm. He pounded into her, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the guest room and completely obliterated any trace of the holy silence Ayame had lived in for eighteen years.

Every brutal stroke dragged his thick ridges and veins along her hypersensitive inner walls, forcing her to feel every inch of her corruption.

Her tits bounced violently with the force of it, nipples still hard and glistening, and her thighs quivered uncontrollably as she wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him even deeper.

“Tell me what you are!” Akira demanded, gripping her pale thighs and pulling them wider, opening her up further for his assault so he could watch his cock disappear into her hole over and over.

“I’m yours!” she sobbed, her voice cracking with raw, broken lust as her breasts heaved and her back arched. “I’m your property!”

“What else?” he roared, slapping her bare ass cheek hard enough to leave a bright red handprint that bloomed across her skin like a brand of ownership.

“I’m a slut!” Ayame cried out, fully embracing her defilement, the words pouring from her like a confession that set her soul on fire. “I’m a dirty, corrupted slut for your cock!”

“That’s right,” Akira praised, his thrusts becoming faster, more feral, the bed creaking dangerously beneath them. “Forget the Order. Forget your Father. Forget every prayer you ever whispered on your knees. You’re just a hole for me to breed now.”

Ayame’s mind melted completely. The psychological release of abandoning her lifelong burden of purity was intoxicating, like shedding chains she never knew weighed so heavily.

She didn’t have to be strong anymore.

She didn’t have to be righteous or pure or holy.

She just had to take his cock, to let him ruin her, to let the pleasure consume every last fragment of who she used to be.

Her pussy clamped down around him like a velvet vice, rippling and squeezing with every thrust as if trying to pull him even deeper into her womb.

“Fuck me!” she screamed, tears of overwhelming ecstasy streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Breed me, Master! Fill my dirty cunt with your demon seed! Knock me up… make me yours forever!”

Akira leaned down, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head again with one powerful hand. He crushed his mouth against hers in a bruising, dominant kiss, swallowing her moans as his hips snapped forward even harder.

Ayame kissed him back desperately, her tongue tangling with his in a wet, filthy dance. She tasted her own tears and the metallic tang of blood from where she had bitten her lip earlier, mixed with the lingering sweetness of her own juices still on his tongue from when he’d eaten her out.

The friction was unbelievable.

Because she was a virgin—or had been only minutes ago—every ridge and vein on his thick shaft dragged against fresh, hyper-sensitive nerves, turning every thrust into a lightning bolt of pleasure-pain that made her vision blur.

Her juices frothed around the base of his cock, coating his balls and dripping down to ruin the sheets even more, acting as the perfect lubricant for his savage pounding.

“I’m going to cum!” Ayame shrieked against his mouth, her body stiffening as the pressure inside her built to an unbearable peak. “Master, I’m cumming—please—!”

“Do it,” Akira growled, pulling his mouth away just enough to stare into her glowing pink eyes. “Cum for me. Give me everything.”

Ayame shattered.

Her fourth orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train. Her entire body convulsed, lifting completely off the mattress as her pussy spasmed violently around his thick cock, milking him with a crushing, rhythmic force that was impossible to resist.

“AHHHHH!” Ayame screamed, her thighs locking around him like a vice as wave after wave of pure, corrupting ecstasy tore through her.

A blinding burst of pink and violet light erupted from her chest, completely erasing the last microscopic trace of her white holy aura in a spectacular explosion of corrupted energy that lit up the room like dark fireworks. The intense, milking pressure pushed Akira right over the edge.

“Take it!” Akira roared, slamming his hips down one final time and burying himself to the absolute root.

He erupted inside her.

Thick, boiling ropes of demon seed shot directly into her untouched womb, pulse after heavy pulse flooding her tight, virgin cunt until she was overflowing.

The heat of it was overwhelming, filling her so completely she could feel her belly swell slightly with every spurt. Ayame moaned a broken, pathetic sound of pure bliss as she felt the hot, heavy fluid painting her insides, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

She squeezed her inner walls greedily, drawing out every last drop of his essence, fully accepting her corruption as the demonic energy fused with what remained of her holy power and twisted it into something darker, stronger, and utterly his.

They collapsed against each other, both breathing in harsh, ragged gasps, bodies slick with sweat and cum and the remnants of her glowing arousal.

Akira lay heavy on top of her, his chest heaving, his softening cock still buried deep inside her wet, pulsating hole. Thick white cum leaked out around his shaft, mixing with her pink juices and dripping onto the ruined sheets in slow, obscene rivulets.

For a long time, the room was completely silent, save for the sound of their breathing.

Slowly, the system interface materialized in Akira’s peripheral vision.

[LUST TRAP SUCCESSFUL]

[HOLY ENERGY INVERSION COMPLETE]

[NEW ROUTE UNLOCKED: AYAME SHINOMIYA (THE FALLEN ANGEL)]

[AFFINITY: 100% (MAXIMUM DEVOTION)]

[REWARD: +2,000 PP]

[CURRENT PP TOTAL: 32,170 PP]

[NEW STATUS: AYAME SHINOMIYA RECOGNIZES HOST AS ABSOLUTE MASTER. HER EXORCIST ABILITIES HAVE BEEN CONVERTED TO ’DARK HOLY’ MAGIC. SHE IS NOW BOUND TO YOUR DOMAIN.]

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