I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. The romantic slowness was giving way to raw, primal need. I was spearing her now. Each deep impact was a brand of ownership. I could feel my own release building, a tightening in my spine, a familiar pressure at the base of my cock.

"Please... please... may I cum?" she sobbed, her nails raking down my back. "Please, Master, let me cum for you! My pussy is so full... I'm going to die..."

"Ask me," I snarled, my rhythm not faltering.

"PLEASE! MASTER! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE LET MY PUSSY CUM ON YOUR COCK!" she screamed, the words a torrent of desperate need.

"Cum with me," I commanded. "Now, Dominique. Scream my name."

I drove into her one final, brutal time, my cock swelling to an impossible thickness. The dam broke. A guttural roar tore from my throat as my balls drew up tight and my shaft began to pulse.

A thick, hot jet of my cum erupted from the tip, blasting directly into her womb. Then another, and another. A torrent of it. At the exact same moment, she detonated.

"EROS! MASTER! I'M... I'M... CUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!"

Her pussy went into overdrive. It wasn't just clenching; it was a violent, convulsive series of suction-cup milking spasms, wringing every drop of my seed from my body.

Her fresh orgasmic gush, clear and copious, mixed with the thick, pearly white of my overflowing cum, and it sprayed out around my pistoning cock, soaking both of us, the floor, everything.

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, fucking my cum deeper into her, my groans mixing with her incoherent screams. It was a primal, filthy, beautiful mess.

"EROS! MASTER! OH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING NONSTOP!" She screamed my name over and over, her voice raw and broken.

Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, a series of powerful, violent contractions milking every last drop from my buried cock. It was an endless, shuddering seizure of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that left her a mindless, sobbing wreck.

Only when she collapsed, completely limp, did I stop. I stayed inside her for a long moment, feeling the last, aftershock tremors of her pussy around my softening cock.

The sight was my masterpiece. Her pussy, red, swollen, and gaping, was a beautiful, obscene ruin. A thick river of my white, pearly cum immediately began to leak from her, a slow, possessive trickle of ownership. She was marked. Inside and out.

I slowly pulled out of her, and the sight was breathtaking. A fresh wave of our combined release, thick and white, trickled out of her well-fucked pussy, running down her thigh in a slow, possessive river.

The sight was a masterpiece of possession, a brand more permanent than any rope or mark.

I looked down at her—her spent, sated body, her flushed, tear-streaked face, the utter, beautiful ruin of her.

It wasn't enough. I was starving. We both were.

I hauled her up, my grip unyielding, and manhandled her onto the bed. Not onto her stomach this time.

I rolled her onto her back and, with a mastery that was both brutal and intimate, I positioned her. I grabbed two plush pillows and shoved them under her hips, raising her pelvis, tilting it upwards towards me.

Her legs fell open, her knees bent.

Her eyes were wide with dazed confusion. This new position left her feeling even more exposed, more vulnerable. And then she realized why. From this angle, she could see everything.

I knelt between her widespread thighs, not entering, just looking.

My cock was a rampant beast, jutting from my body, gruesomely beautiful. It wasn't just thick; it was heavily armored, a network of deep, pulsing veins mapping the surface, the head a dark, furious purple, the slit weeping a constant, clear stream of fluid.

I took myself in hand, the sheer weight and heat of it a comforting reality.

Her gaze was locked on my cock, her chest heaving. I looked down at her own offering. Her pussy, already ravaged, was a thing of obscene beauty.

The outer lips were swollen and flushed a dark, angry pink, parted to reveal the glistening, Technicolor world within. Her inner lips were a deeper magenta, pebbled and slick with moisture.

At the center, her entrance, still stretched from the previous fucking, was a small, dark, pulsing hole. Above it, her clit, no longer a pearl but a hard, red exposed nub, strained from its hood.

A fresh, slow trickle of our combined release, thick and opalescent, oozed from her, pooling on the pillows beneath her.

"I want you to watch," I said, my voice a low, guttural command.

I guided the monstrous head of my cock to her entrance. I didn't push in. I rubbed. I smeared the leaking head of my cock all over her slick, swollen folds, mixing my pre-cum with the white cream leaking from her pussy.

Her breath hitched. Her hips gave a small, involuntary jerk.

"Watch how it opens you," I growled.

I began to apply pressure. Slowly. Inexorably. We both watched, transfixed, as her delicate, stretched pussy began to yield. The tight rim of muscle resisted for a second, then surrendered with an audible, wet pop.

The head of my cock was inside her again. A violent, full-body shudder wracked her frame. A high, thin whimper escaped her lips.

"Look at you," I murmured, pushing in another inch, achingly slow. "Look at how your pussy is stretching. Look at the way it's swallowing my cock."

I pushed deeper, and we both watched as the thick, corded veins on my shaft dragged against her inner walls. I could see the flesh of her pussy being pulled inward with me, clinging to me.

The white cream from her previous orgasm was being spread by my invasion, painting my cock in thick, messy streaks.

"Oh... god... oh... god... I can see it..." she breathed, her voice a terrified, awed whisper. "I can see you... inside..."

Just as the base of my cock met her lips, I stopped, buried to the hilt. I reached down with my free hand and spread her labia wide, giving her, and me, an unobstructed view of the impalement.

My shaft was a thick, white-smeared pillar disappearing into her body, the stretched flesh of her pussy a tight, reddened ring around my girth.

Then the true torture began. I didn't thrust. I began to grind. A deep, circular motion of my hips, stirring her insides with my thickness.

My cock, an immovable object, was grinding against the deepest, most sensitive parts of her. We both watched as her inner flesh was pushed and pulled, as her clit was ground against the base of my shaft.

"Ah! AH! EROS! WHAT... WHAT ARE YOU... AIEEEEE!"

Her scream was sharp, sweet music. Her pussy reacted instantly, going into a series of frantic, fluttering spasms, a desperate, full-body clench that was visible from the outside. A fresh gush of her clear, hot fluid sprayed out, coating my lower abdomen in her proof of pleasure.

"This," I said, my voice strained with the effort of holding back, "is what it feels like to be owned."

I began to thrust now. Long, deep, punishing strokes that were designed for one thing: to make her watch her own undoing. I'd pull out until only the head remained, letting her see the gaping hole of her pussy, see the way it tried to follow me, see the frothy white cream being churned into a lather. Then I'd slam back home, a brutal, invasive act that made her whole body jolt, her breasts bouncing with the force.

"THIS... IS... MY... COCK!" I roared with each thrust. "SAY IT!

"YOUR... COCK! MASTER, YOUR COCK!" she sobbed, her hands scrabbling at the sheets.

Her pussy was a mess.

A beautiful, chaotic, frothing mess of our juices. The sounds were the most depraved symphony: the wet squelch of my entry, the slap of my balls against her ass, her incoherent screams and my own guttural groans.

I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

"Play with your clit," I commanded, my voice a raw snarl. "Make yourself cum on my cock. Let me see you do it."

Her trembling hand flew to her sex, her fingers immediately finding the hard, red nub. She began to rub, frantic and clumsy. The sight of her touching herself while I ravaged her was the final trigger.

"NOW!" I bellowed, my voice cracking.

I slammed into her one last time and my cock erupted. It didn't just pulse; it exploded. A thick, hot jet of cum blasted into her, so forceful she screamed again as she felt the impact deep inside. My shaft swelled, and another, even bigger, torrent of my pearly white seed flooded her, mixing with her own orgasmic release.

Her pussy clamped down one final time, a series of violent, milking contractions that seemed to go on forever. She was no longer screaming, just making, choking sobs of pure, unadulterated overload.

When I finally pulled out, it was with a loud, wet slurping sound. The sight was my true masterpiece.

Her pussy was no longer just gaping; it was an open, weeping well. A thick, steady river of my milky white cum poured from her, so much that it pooled in the divot of her lower back, a pearly testament to the absolute conquest.

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