Chapter 211: Chapter 211 – Zephyr Interruption

An overwhelming wave of heat surged from the base of my spine, washing over every nerve like a tsunami of pleasure. The muscles in my stomach and thighs locked tight, my fingers digging into Yumi’s buttocks with a grip that turned her skin red.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I groaned, the sound tearing from my throat as a raw, guttural snarl.

“Inside! Pour it all into my womb, Adam!” Yumi screamed shrilly, her body arching again, her face tilted back with a perfect ahegao expression—eyes rolled white, tongue lolling out, drool trailing from the corner of her swollen lips.

“Get me pregnant! Fill me to the brim!”

A hot, torrential gush of semen flooded her passage, and with it, Yumi’s body convulsed violently once more. A squirt more powerful than any before shot from between her thighs, soaking the mattress and my legs that still pinned her down. The sound of splashing fluids mixed with our mutual groans.

“Ahhh… God… it’s so… full…” she panted, her body going completely limp on top of mine. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, but a satisfied, lewd smile graced her lips. “Your cum… it’s so warm and thick… I can feel it filling my womb… you’ll have to take responsibility if I really get pregnant, you know…”

Her words sparked something inside me—anger mixed with rekindled lust. My breath was still ragged, my body flooded with the adrenaline and testosterone from the orgasm that had just passed. With a rough motion, I shoved her limp body off, flipping her over onto the mattress already soaked with our various fluids.

Yumi offered no resistance at all. She only let out a small moan as she was manhandled, like a compliant ragdoll. I crouched behind her, staring at her plump buttocks, still gleaming with a mix of sweat, squirt, and my own cum which was beginning to seep from her widely spread pussy.

One of my hands pressed her back down, while the other reached from behind to grab her neck, forcing her face deep into the damp pillow.

“Mmmpff!” her muffled cry escaped.

And strangely, the moment I took complete, physical, and rough control, I felt my strength returning. The fog in my mind began to clear, that sensation of weakness and being swept away slowly fading. As if this physical domination was the antidote to the influence she’d exerted over me.

Yumi moaned again, longer and more lustful this time. Under my pressure, she obediently spread her thighs wider, presenting an utterly obscene sight: her red, swollen pussy, still gaping open, oozing thick white streams of my cum that dripped slowly onto her groin and the sheets. And above it, her tempting buttocks, her puckered and still-tight anus, clenching and unclenching with her ragged breaths.

She even lifted her ass a little higher, offering herself, while turning her head as much as she could with her face partly buried. Her glassy gray eyes looked at me with a mix of submission and challenge.

“So you’re fighting back now, huh?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from held breath and earlier screaming, yet still holding a teasing note that made my blood boil. “Which hole do you want to use now? My pussy, still full of your cum… or my asshole, just for you?”

Her words were like gasoline poured on the fire of my rage and lust. My hand on her neck squeezed tighter, just enough to remind her who was in charge now.

“I’m taking your ass. I’m going to make it completely mine.” I growled, my voice rough.

“Ah! Yes! A great choice!” Yumi howled, her face sinking back into the pillow, but her voice still clear. “My ass is still so tight for you… fill it again… stuff it again…!”

With a hard thrust, I breached the tight ring of muscle. Yumi let out a long scream, her body tensing completely, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. It felt utterly different from her pussy. And I started moving wildly almost immediately after I was fully sheathed, giving her no time to adjust.

“AAAHH! FUCK! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!” Yumi screamed again, her face muffled once more, but her voice audible. “I love it! Rougher! Show me who’s really the boss, Adam! Wreck this slut’s ass!”

The room was filled again with the symphony of our eroticism—my heavy grunts, Yumi’s incessant moans and screams, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, and the constant wet sounds from our union at her rear. This time, I was fully in control. My rhythm was brutal, every thrust full of force, every pull almost completely out before slamming back in deep.

And I was determined to punish her. For all her games, for all the helplessness she’d forced on me earlier. My free hand left her neck and began spanking her reddened ass.

SMACK!

The hard slap left a clear handprint on her olive skin.

“AH! YES! SPANK ME AGAIN!” Yumi screamed in response to each blow, her body actually pushing her ass closer, more accepting. “This slut’s ass deserves to be punished! It made you angry, right? So punish it harder!”

“You’re a slut who deserves punishment,” I growled, my voice hoarse. The next spank came harder, making her whole body shake. “Ambushing me, doing something to my body, trying to control me.”

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” she shot back, turning her head again with a sly smile and teary eyes. “You got hard again just remembering it. Your cock in my ass is getting bigger, I can feel it!”

She was right. The memories, combined with her current submission, were only arousing me more.

“Shut up!” I spanked her again.

“Won’t! I want to hear your voice, Adam! Call me a slut again! Say I’m your ass-whore!” she shouted, her voice full of lust and challenge.

“You’re a slut!” I growled, plunging deeper.

“Louder! Say I’m a whore!”

“Ass-whore!”

“YES! LIKE THAT! I’M YOUR ASS-WHORE! NOW FILL THIS WHORE’S ASS WITH YOUR CUM!” she screamed, her body starting to tremble again, signaling an approaching orgasm.

“You dare to order me!” I snapped.

SMACK!

A hard slap landed on her already-reddened left butt cheek, leaving a clear handprint.

“Ah! Yes! Spank me again! I deserve punishment!” Yumi screamed, pushing her ass higher still.

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more slaps, now on her right cheek.

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore! I deserve this! Keep spanking this slut’s ass!” she said, her words growing more shameless.

“I’m a cock-thirsty slut! My ass is only for rough cocks like yours!” she continued, her body rocking with the rhythm of my thrusts. “Fill it again! Stuff this slut’s ass full of your hot cum again!”

“You think your slutty body can control me?” I growled, slamming in deeper.

“No! Never!” Yumi answered, her voice breaking with pleasure. “I know you’re stronger! I just… ah!… want to feel your strength! Want to be wrecked by a man like you!”

Every filthy word from her mouth only made me rougher. I spanked her ass again, this time with an open palm that made an even louder sound.

SPANK!

“AAAAHHH! LIKE THAT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE BEING TREATED LIKE A WHORE BY YOU!”

She had truly lost all shame. She was enjoying every humiliation, every act of violence, every spank. And strangely, it only aroused me further. The contrast between her beautiful face and the dirty words and desire for degradation coming from her mouth… it was intoxicating.

“You really are a whore,” I hissed, continuing to pound her ass. “A whore who only deserves to be fucked rough.”

“Yes! That’s right! I’m your whore! My ass belongs to you! Wreck it! Make this whore’s ass completely yours!”

I felt a second wave approaching. My thrusts grew faster, more uncontrolled. “You want my cum? In your ass?”

“YES! MARK ME! MAKE THIS ASS YOURS FOREVER!”

It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. I unleashed a second torrent into her hot, tight rectum. Yumi screamed incoherently, her body tensing then shuddering violently, squirting again even though my cock wasn’t touching her clit at all—an orgasm purely from anal stimulation and psychological domination.

But I didn’t stop. Even as I was still releasing, my hips kept moving, churning my cum inside her with increasingly rough motions. Yumi gasped, then screamed again, this time more from shock and overwhelming pleasure.

“AHHH~! YOU’RE INSANE! YOU’RE STILL MOVING WHILE CUMMING?!” she yelled, but her tone was full of admiration and a matching madness.

I pulled my hard cock from her thoroughly ruined ass, white fluid dripping out. Then, roughly, I flipped her over once more so she was on her back.

My hands grabbed both her ankles, lifting her legs and butt until they almost formed a ninety-degree angle, shamelessly displaying both of her gaping, cum-filled holes.

“What—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she asked, her face crimson, but her eyes shining wildly.

“This is for you,” I growled, and without further ceremony, I plunged my cock back into her pussy, still flooded with cum from the first round. The sensation was wet, messy, and utterly depraved. I could feel my own warm fluid mixing with hers, creating an embarrassingly wet, splashing sound.

“OH GOD! YOU’RE A COMPLETE ANIMAL!” Yumi roared, her hands grabbing my arms, her nails scratching. “THIS IS SO FILTHY! I LOVE IT!”

I pounded into her brutally, the bed frame squeaking in desperate protest. In my head, primal instinct took over. I was almost losing control of myself, drowning in the pleasure of dominating a body so submissive and lewd.

But in a remaining corner of my awareness, an idea surfaced. My new item—[The Pocket Companion’s Locket]. I could capture her now, store her away, make her my personal sex slave always available whenever I wanted.

She was perfect for it—a shameless slut with seemingly endless stamina and lust. I could train her, shape her to my will. And she would never sleep with another man again, only me.

But… but the sensation of fucking her right now was too good. It felt too pleasurable to stop. The violence, her submission, her moans, her dirty words—it was all like the strongest narcotic. I wanted more. I wanted to wreck her for even longer.

So I dismissed the idea for now. I would enjoy this first. And if she was still standing after this, then I would consider keeping her.

Several minutes passed—or maybe longer, I lost track of time. We switched positions, from rough missionary, to a doggy style that almost made her head hit the wall, to a sitting position where she rode me while clutching me tightly, whispering filthy things in my ear.

“Ahhn~ Adam, are you really going to make me your slave?” she whispered between wild kisses on my neck. “I want that. Go ahead. Lock me in your room, use me whenever you want. I’ll live only for your cock.”

“You do deserve that,” I growled back, biting her shoulder until she screamed in pain mixed with pleasure.

But before I could decide, before I even reached for the locket around my neck to activate it—

BAM!

A loud sound shattered my concentration.

The room’s metal door burst open with a thunderous crash, tearing free from its hinges, one of them clattering to the floor.

Bright light from the hallway flooded in, illuminating our disheveled, obscene scene. I froze, my cock still buried deep inside her, Yumi’s body twisted beneath me in a compromising position. Yumi herself groaned in protest at the blinding light, but she also froze.

And in the doorway, stood a tall figure in a black robe with a face wrapped in white cloth.

Saint Archer.

My face probably flushed, or maybe not—I was too stunned to feel anything but shock. But clearly, from behind that white cloth, I could feel a scorching gaze, piercing straight through to my soul.

The world seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, in a voice utterly flat and icy cold, Zephyr spoke.

“Adam Socheron. Release her. Now.”

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