Madness took them. Nash hauled her off the sofa, her legs still locked around him.

He carried her, still impaled on his rock hard cock across the room. Her back slammed against the wall, the impact jarring them both.

He fucked her there, standing, her feet dangling, her nails raking his scalp.

"Deeper!" she hurried, her voice a feral growl. "Make me feel it!"

He obeyed, lifting her higher, driving up into her with brutal force. Her head lolled back, banging against the wall, but she didn't care. Her hands clutched his shoulders, her body bouncing on his cock, taking every inch.

The room spun, wall, floor, ceiling, a flow of motion and sensation.

They stumbled, collapsing onto the thick rug in a tangle of limbs. Nash rolled her beneath him, her ass in the air.

He entered her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

The new angle made her gasp; his cock scraped over her front wall with delicious friction.

"Ah! T-there! Right there!"

He pounded into her relentlessly. Zayela pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her ass jiggling with the force.

Nash leaned down, biting the curve of her shoulder, tasting salt and skin. His free hand found her breast again, squeezing, pinching her nipple until she cried out.

He licked her back, tracing a path down her spine, his tongue rough and demanding. Zayela shuddered, her moans dissolving into incoherent babble.

"Y-yes... filthy... more..."

They were animals, cousins, taboo shattered into a thousand glittering, sweaty pieces.

Nash's hand slid from her breast, down her stomach, fingers finding her swollen clit.

He rubbed tight, fast circles. Zayela's whole body locked, a high-pitched keen tearing from her throat as another orgasm detonated.

Her pussy clenched like a vise, milking him, her juices gushing over his cock and hand. Nash roared, pulling out just as his own release surged.

Another volley of cum arced through the air, splattering across Zayela's back, her trembling ass cheeks.

She collapsed forward, cheek pressed to the rug, body convulsing in the aftershocks.

The aphrodisiac cum burned into her skin, a delicious agony that had her whimpering and grinding her hips against nothing.

Nash fell beside her, chest heaving, his cock slick and spent against his thigh. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and raw, unhinged need.

Zayela turned her head, her eyes, dark, sated, yet still hungry, found his. A slow, filthy smile spread across her face.

"Again," she breathed. "Don't... stop... yet."

Nash grinned, this pleasure had become a challenge.

He reached for her. The floor was their new altar. The madness had only just begun.

Time passed, positions blurred. Nash took her against the bookshelf, her legs hooked over his forearms, her breasts crushed against the spines as he hammered into her from behind.

He bent her over the cold glass of the bedroom table, her reflection a wild-eyed, sweat-streaked stranger staring back as he drove into her relentlessly.

He laid her on the rug again, her legs spread wide, and feasted on her pussy, tongue lapping at her swollen clit, fingers plunging deep, until she came screaming, her thighs clamping around his head.

Each time he painted her skin, her thighs, her belly, the curve of her neck, with thick ropes of his aphrodisiac cum.

Each time, Zayela writhed, the liquid fire igniting fresh waves of desperate need.

Her mind drifted in a haze of pleasure.

Never... never felt like this..

Thoughts fragmented.

His cum... burning... so good... Cousin... inside me... filling me...

She was lost, unmoored from shame or consequence. Her body was a vessel for sensation, the stretch of him, the sear of his release on her skin, the relentless pounding that drove her higher and higher.

More... need him deeper... need him to... stay...

A primal urge coiled in her gut, sharper than any before.

More... I need to feel him more... not... not outside... inside... want it... inside...

Nash knelt over her, her legs draped over his shoulders. He was pistoning into her with deep, grinding thrusts, his gaze locked on her face, watching her unravel.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest. Her breasts were slick with it, gleaming in the low light, bouncing with every powerful stroke. He was close, she could feel it in the thickening pulse of his cock, in the tremor in his thighs, in the ragged edge of his groans.

He started to pull back, muscles tensing for withdrawal.

No... Don't...

The thought crystallized with terrifying clarity. Zayela's legs snapped down from his shoulders, locking around his waist like steel bands.

Her ankles crossed hard at the small of his back, heels digging in. Her hands flew to his hips, fingers clawing into his skin, holding him down.

"Inside," she gasped, her voice raw but fierce. "It's a safe day today... Nash... I want it inside..."

A deep shock was visible in his eyes, a momentary widening, a hitch in his breath. Then, a feral grin split his face.

He had won.

"Fuck yes," he growled.

He slammed home, burying himself to the root. His hips jerked once, twice, wild, uncontrolled thrusts. Zayela's pussy clenched around him, welcoming, milking.

She felt the first hot jet deep within her, a scalding flood filling her core. Nash threw his head back with a roar that shook the walls. His body locked, muscles straining like corded steel, as pulse after pulse of thick, potent cum erupted into her depths.

The sensation was beyond words. Heat bloomed inside her, spreading through her belly, a liquid fire that mirrored the aphrodisiac burning on her skin. It was fullness, completion, a claiming that seared her soul.

Her own orgasm detonated instantly, triggered by the feel of him flooding her. Her walls clamped down on his still-spurting cock in violent, rhythmic spasms, milking him dry.

Bliss, pure, annihilating bliss, engulfed her. She screamed, a sound ripped from her very core, her body arching off the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

Nash collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the rug. His cock pulsed weakly inside her, still twitching, still emptying the last of his essence into her welcoming heat.

His breath came in ragged gasps against her neck. Zayela wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, feeling the frantic hammering of his heart against her own.

Inside. He was inside. Filling her. Marking her.

The quest pulsed, golden light flaring behind their closed eyelids.

[Special Quest — "The Taboo Trial"]

Conditions fulfilled:

- Don't come before Zayela orgasms 5 times.

- Make her confess she wants you to come inside her.

- Penetrate and bring her to orgasm within 10 thrusts.

Quest succeeded.

Rewards received:

- Crystals x3

- 1 Choice Box

- +15 SP

They lay tangled, slick with sweat and cum, breathing as one. The silence that followed was profound, broken only by their slowing breaths and the frantic drumming of their hearts.

Zayela drifted, the aphrodisiac warmth inside and out cradling her in a cocoon of impossible satisfaction. She felt changed, ruined, reborn. The cousin she knew was gone. In her place was a woman claimed, filled, and utterly, irrevocably bound.

Nash lifted his head slightly, his eyes, dark, sated, possessive, met hers. A slow, satisfied smile touched his lips.

He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His hand slid down her side, coming to rest possessively on her hip, his thumb tracing idle circles on her cum-smeared skin.

They had crossed the point of no return and drowned in a forbidden bliss.

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