Mira's pussy, unprepared for his full length, clenched desperately, stretched wider than anything she had ever felt, forced to mold around him inch by inch—still taking in only half.
Mira's body buckled. Her voice tore free in a shattering cry,"Kyaaaahhh!!!"
"Don't cry on me now," Eren muttered, feeling only half his length swallowed by her trembling pussy.
I'll mold it, he promised himself.
He drew back slowly—her pussy clinging desperately, hooked tight around the ridge of his tip, refusing to let him go.
Eren smirked. He had no plans to stop.
With a brutal snap of his hips, he drove forward, slamming deeper, smashing against her cervix as more of his cock forced its way inside—stretching her further, filling her more than she'd ever thought possible.
Mira yelped through her moan, "Nghhh—!" Her body glistened with sweat, eyes brimming with tears, hands clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white—almost tearing through the fabric.
Eren withdrew, only to slam back in, harder, deeper.
Her cry broke louder this time, nose running, saliva spilling from her wide, trembling mouth—yet she didn't care. She couldn't.
Each thrust pressed her further into the mattress, her pussy clinging tight, tugging on him as if begging not to let go.
Eren only drove harder—every pull followed by a merciless push, every slam making her mind haze, every strike numbing her thoughts until all that remained was the raw rhythm pounding her into submission.
Mira only yelped. Eren didn't care.
Right now, he had only one thought driving him—push her harder, make her go numb, and above all… mold her pussy to his shape. So that every time he entered—whenever he entered—her body would remember, her pussy carved to fit him alone.
His hand slid forward. More pleasure means more stretch.
Unfisting his fingers, he spread his palm wide, latching over her entire areola—nipples dragging and brushing against his skin as he pressed down. His palm swallowed her breast, clutching not only the stiff peak but the soft flesh and pale skin surrounding it.
He pumped his hips, as he pulled—kneaded her breasts with a merciless rhythm. Beneath him, Mira's hips clapped against his thrusts; above, her gasps broke into helpless cries. The mix of pressure and stimulation made her pussy quiver, yielding more space, molding tighter and deeper around him.
"That's it," Eren growled, his lips curling as her body bent to his will.
More of him slid in now—his cock forcing deeper, venturing further, prodding at tender spots hidden inside. Eren smirked, voice low and cruel.
"You'll be my bitch long before you even know it."
His other hand moved up, seizing her second breast. Fingers clamped over nipple, areola, and soft flesh alike, yanking both mounds in a merciless rhythm.
His hips clapped against hers, each thrust driving harder. Mira yelped, her body finally giving way—stretching, opening, making space for all of him.
Eren exhaled sharply, relief breaking into a grin. Finally.
No more holding back.
"Get ready," he growled.
He pulled out, her lips clinging to him, hooked tight to the edge of his tip—only to slam back in with a resounding wet Schlk! Smack!
A deep, resounding clap filled the room as Eren finally drove himself fully in—buried to the hilt. Mira yelped, her body shuddering as the thick head pressed, kissed, and grazed the deepest ring inside her.
The very tip nudged her womb. She screamed, hands clawing at the sheets as she tried to push herself away, hips squirming, pussy clenching in panic.
Eren only laughed.
"Where're you going?"
His grip on her breasts tightened, dragging her body right back onto him. The swollen head trembled against that tight, forbidden ring inside her pussy, as he leaned in—mouth hovered close to her ears.
"You're not anywhere near done. Twenty years of my life… thirty-six of yours…" His voice dropped into a growl, teeth flashing with a grin. "You won't be finished from just this."
He yanked on her heavy breasts, hauling her back against him as his cock pulled out, wet and gleaming, only to thrust again.
"You'll be done when I say we're done."
He crashed into her again—hard, unrelenting—her walls convulsing around him, trembling as a sudden spurt of liquid burst out, coating his length in her release.
Eren chuckled low."Once? Not enough. We'll keep going… until the sun comes up."
Even as Mira squirted, her body shaking violently, he thrust deeper—forcing her through another wave. One orgasm hadn't even finished before the next slammed into it, colliding, doubling her helplessness.
Her tongue lolled, eyes rolling back as her mind blanked under the storm. A ragged, guttural cry ripped out of her throat, echoing off the walls and floor:
"Aaahhh… nooo—!"
But Eren didn't care. He only pressed harder, hips slamming again, chasing more.
He was lost in it—twenty years of pent-up hunger, frustration, and denial, all crashing down on the first pussy he'd ever claimed.
His voice cut through her cries, low and merciless."You'll do as I say."
And with that, he drove in harder, hips slamming without pause.