Chapter 76: Chapter 76 – A Torrent of Seed

My world had shrunk to this room, to the sight of her body rocking beneath my thrusts, to her moans and cries shattering the silence.

I was completely unaware that somewhere out there, someone was plotting my murder, fueled by pure hatred. My mind was consumed by a single, burning goal: to satisfy this raging desire for my stepmother.

“Ahh! Nngh…! ” Delilah cried out, her voice hoarse and broken, as I drove into her even deeper.

“Take it… Mom… take all of me!” I growled, my hands gripping the plump curves of her hips, now marked with red handprints.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SCHLAP!

The wet slap of our skin colliding, slick with sweat and her own juices, echoed through the room like a lewd, endless rhythm. Each hard thrust shoved her body forward on the damp, tangled sheets. The smell of sex—a mix of sweat, her arousal, and my own release—hung thick in the air, assaulting the senses.

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 78 (+2)]

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 80 (+2)]

[…. ]

Notifications kept popping up in the corner of my vision, proof of how her body, even in its half-conscious state, was responding wildly. Her hot, tight pussy clenched around my shaft as if it had a mind of its own, every inner fold seeming to suck and milk every inch of me.

“I’m… I’m almost… again!” she screamed, her head thrown back, the slender line of her neck taut. Her hands, which had been helpless before, now clawed at my back, leaving red marks.

“Come on, Mom! Squirt all your juices for me!” I snarled in her ear, speeding up my pace until the bed beneath us protested with loud, frantic creaks.

And she shattered.

“AAAAHHHHH!!! I’M CUMMING!!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”

Her body convulsed violently, shaking with uncontrollable tremors. Her pussy pulsed wildly, contracting and releasing a gush of warm fluid that soaked my lower stomach and the sheets beneath us. Her clear nectar gushed out, a physical testament to the devastating orgasm that wrecked her. Her face was contorted, eyes rolled back, mouth gaping open as a long, endless moan ripped from her throat.

[You have successfully made Delilah climax.]

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 46.]

I didn’t stop. Even as her body still quivered from the aftershocks, I kept pounding into her. It felt too good to quit. The warmth, the wetness, the tight clutch of her womb was a heaven I craved.

“No… no more… It’s too sensitive…” she whimpered weakly, her body limp and powerless. But her pussy told a different story; it still gripped me tightly, pulsating and pulling me deeper.

“You think we’re done, Mom?” I taunted, slapping her ass once more, making her yelp. “We’re not finished until you forget your own name.”

I roughly flipped her over onto her stomach. Then I pulled her hips up high into a degrading doggy style, exposing all her most intimate parts—still red, wet, and throbbing. Without mercy, I plunged my rock-hard cock back into that overheated, slick channel.

“NGHH!!! NO!!! IT’S… IT’S STILL SO SENSITIVE INSIDE!!!” she screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the savage rhythm of my hips starting up again.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

A new rhythm, faster, deeper. I held her hips like handlebars, controlling her every movement. From the corner of my eye, I saw the notifications return, her arousal numbers climbing once more.

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 65 (+2)]

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 67 (+2)]

She moaned, her sobs a tangled mess of pain and forced pleasure.

“NGHH! Ahhn~ Please… slower… just go slower…”

But I pushed in deeper, until my balls slapped against her swollen, slick lips. “Just be quiet and take it, Mom. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You asked for it with this body of yours.”

Once more, Delilah’s body arched like a bowstring stretched to its limit. A wild tremor ran from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. This orgasmic scream was even more ragged, more desperate—tearing out of her, as if shredding her already ruined vocal cords.

“AAAAYKKHHH!!! NOOO—!!!”

Her pussy, already so sensitive, clenched and pumped with a force that was almost painful for me, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her exhausted body. Her fluids flooded my base, making the wet, schlap-schlap sounds of our coupling even louder.

But I didn’t care. I kept hammering into her deepest parts, each hard thrust as if I wanted to break through her very core.

“Fuck… here it is… Mom, take this!” I rasped.

I felt an unbearable heat building at the base of my spine, a pressure demanding release. With a long, deep groan, I thrust as deep as I could, burying myself inside her womb, and unleashed a torrent of my hot seed deep into her waiting passage.

“UGGHHHHHH!!!”

At the same moment, Delilah shrieked like a madwoman, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her pussy sucking and pumping, as if trying to swallow every last drop of the load I was pumping into her overflowing womb. I could feel the walls of her uterus twitching and pulsing, welcoming my release.

My body felt impossibly heavy, my muscles trembling with exhaustion. But my maxed-out Libido curse had other plans. A mad fire still burned in my loins, keeping my cock—still buried deep inside her warm, frothy depths—hard and tense, as if I hadn’t come at all. I almost regretted maximizing that stat; it was like being a slave to my own lust.

And because of it, I couldn’t stop. Or rather, I didn’t want to stop enjoying it.

I pushed her limp body flat onto the mattress. Then I dropped my entire weary weight onto her smooth, sweaty back. My cheek and chest pressed against the flawless skin of her back, while my hips, as if with a mind of their own, continued to move up and down in a slow, deep rhythm, relentlessly pounding her plump, large ass, making it jiggle and quiver with every impact.

THUD… SCHLAP… THUD… SCHLAP…

The sounds were heavier now, filled with exhaustion but driven by a blind, relentless hunger. Beneath me, Delilah could only scream and moan in a language no longer recognizable—a mixture of whimpers, sobs, and incoherent, filthy words from a woman whose mind had been utterly obliterated by the potion and my endless penetration.

“AHHH! NNGGHH! Ghhkk…!” she choked out, her voice completely shattered.

Her body tensed up again. I could feel the wild contractions inside her once more. She was coming, for the umpteenth time, her inner juices flowing weakly, soaking her stomach and the mattress beneath.

And I, triggered by the soul-sucking tightness of her vagina, followed. I came again—a smaller, thinner spurt, but a release nonetheless—into her womb, which was already so full.

But my hips… damn it, my hips wouldn’t stop.

Beside us, Angeline still lay unconscious and unmoving, her petite body a silent witness to this never-ending depravity.

I grabbed a handful of Delilah’s golden hair and yanked it back, forcing her head up. This angle let me sink into her even deeper. My thrusts became frantic, brutal, as if my body was moving on its own.

“Ghh… aahh… k-kha… nnnggghhhh!!!”

And we both… we came again. Her with a weak moan and a final tremor, me with a hissed breath and one last, thin spurt. Yet still, my cock refused to soften. It remained rigid, buried in that battered, slick channel, moving slowly within her for what felt like hours.

As my consciousness finally began to flicker, my body utterly spent, and the sun started to peek through the window, one last thought crossed my mind. I used my [Dreamweaver] Skill on her, on Delilah, while my big, hard cock was still buried deep inside her pussy—a pussy filled with the frothy mix of my semen and her own juices.

And then, I collapsed onto her back, fell asleep, and slipped into her dreams.

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