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🕑 Added 2021-07-18 22:00:03 +0000 UTCCorria’s arms and legs flailed and she spat out some of the leaves that had entered her mouth. “You’ll kill me with that big cock of yours! You’ll kill me!”
“I’ll damn sure try,” Galvyn agreed readily. “But relax—if I do kill you, I happen to have a spare.”
He worked his hips up between her trembling thighs until his engorged cockhead was at her wet slit. Corria practically went into hysterics, feeling the blooming heat of his prick touch her womanhood. Galvyn slapped her. She settled down—no more noise—only halting breaths billowing out from her rising and falling chest.
Now that Galvyn had her attention, he held her down and shoved all of his fat cock into her. He’d pretty thoroughly ravaged her the last time, but was pleasantly surprised to find that she’d recovered ably, her pussy nearly… but not quite… as tight as it’d been when he’d taken his first shot at breaking it in. Hardy stock, the House of Aventitum.
Corria groaned and cursed with every inch he fed into her, until Galvyn gave her another stinging slap, this time on her bare ass. “Hold still! Save your energy for when I need you to do something besides lie there and take this cock!”
Corria didn’t listen to him, but Galvyn hadn’t really expected her to. He welcomed the chance to break this bitch. And so, with her still struggling in vain, he started hammering his cock into her pussy from above and behind her. The shaft of his manhood was thick enough to stretch her sex wide open, his girth and sheer length gorging her on more hardness even than she’d felt the last time.
Then, it’d been Dolina that went first, and destroying her cunt had diminished Galvyn’s ardor ever so slightly. Now she was getting all of it, everything he had to give, and it was more than Corria had ever thought it would be. She’d been both dreading and anticipating another go at his bitch-breaking cock, another chance to withstand its overwhelming force, but now that she had it, Corria found that she was nowhere near ready for what it was doing to her. It was even more overpowering than she remembered.
It hurt, being stretched so far, but chiefly, it mortified her how quickly she came, the pleasure of submission coming so readily to her, even while her cunt felt pain like she’d somehow lost her virginity all over again.
Dolina watched, her blue eyes picking up every flicker of an expression that went through Corria’s face, every shudder of pleasure that ran through Galvyn while he relentlessly fucked her. The fact that the man was enjoying himself so utterly was just as arousing as how angry her sister was at her own mounting delight. Not daring even to blink, Dolina pumped her hips in the air as if acting out the fuck in Corria’s place—wishing it was her that got to be ravaged like Corria was being.
But no matter how cock-hungry she was, in her own way, Dolina was as prideful as Corria. She couldn’t quite bring herself to admit how much she wished to receive the same treatment as Corria; otherwise, she’d be on her knees, begging for Galvyn to finish with her sister already and start on her.
So she didn’t touch herself, despite the fact that her royally imposed virginity had made her a connoisseur of her own fingers, a self-made slut. Instead, she watched how Galvyn slapped Corria’s ass in lockstep with his hard and fast pumps into her sex. Keeping up an endless, unrelenting assault on Corria’s senses. As loath as Dolina was to try to replicate the effect Galvyn’s cock was having on her sister, every time the Sparrow smacked her sister’s ass, she spanked herself. The pain alone felt orgasmically good… felt like she was the kind of naughty bitch who’d get the sort of fucking that Corria was both enjoying and hating.
Slowly, the brunette stopped her kicking and flailing, her sobs turned into hitched breath, her tears gleaming on her cheeks as the pain in her sex turned into pleasure without ever really stopping being pain. The feel of Galvyn’s throbbing prick stroking in and out of her soon had Corria trembling, the folds of her pussy pulsing with little rivers of juice.
“Don’t stop yourself from fucking back on my account,” Galvyn told her with a laugh, pushing his cock even deeper into her liquid snatch. “I know you want to, so you might as well enjoy yourself, you horny little bitch! I know I am!”
Galvyn’s crude words revitalized Corria’s sense of affront and offense. She beat at the ground with her fisted hands. “Fuck you, Galvyn! Uhhh! I hate you! Unh! I hate what you’re doing to me! Hhhn! It feels like shit!”
“Too bad,” Galvyn replied, not missing a beat in his plundering thrusts into her cunt. “Your cunt feels great to me!”
And despite Corria’s words, she groaned with delight every moment her master’s stiff cock ran through her pink folds. Her whole body shook with passion as she was fucked from her spread labia to the depths of her cunt.
Corria actually felt how her pussy was twitching, grabbing haplessly at Galvyn’s driving cock for all its slipperiness, her thick pubic thatch darker than black with the female juices that soaked it. Her throbbing clit burned as it was ground into the forest’s fallen detritus, adding to how overwhelmed Corria already was by being impaled—over and over again—on Galvyn’s unquenchably demanding prick.
Corria groaned hoarsely, her eyes narrowed to slits. “You bastard, I can’t fight this… can’t… can’t… my cunt is melting! Ohhhhh! GOD! Your cock’s too much, way too much! Push it deeper! Ream me out with every inch of it! I don’t care if you ruin my cunt forever, just make me come! Come and come and come!”
Thrashing uncontrollably, Galvyn’s naked bitch seemingly had no choice but to push her sweaty ass back into her master’s loins, taking his long cock as deep as she could get it into her tight—but looser all the time—pussy.
She gasped with the rush, the pained thrill, as his cock shot even faster into the depths of her cunt. She didn’t care how she’d been violated, what’d been taken from her, what a bastard this man was. All that mattered now was the next shattering orgasm she felt looming ahead of her. It was worth anything, any indignity. She was going to come on Galvyn’s cock no matter how much it hurt, because it could never hurt more than she’d enjoy being made to come.
“Fuck me harder, damn you!” Galvyn heard his panting bitch moan. “Fill my pussy with dick! I want to feel it go all the way to my womb! Uhhhh! Gggh! Holy shit! You’re making me… making me like… like being your…”
Galvyn caught a glimpse of Corria shaking her head, though it was barely distinguishable from how she was quivering with his phallic thrusts, like a woman having a seizure.
“Harder!” Corria concluded, sounding not very resentful for a woman who’d gone from royal princess to sex slave. “Harder! HARDER!”
The Sparrow slammed his rock-hard cock into Corria’s dripping cunt, giving her thrusts that risked splitting her in two each time his hairy balls bounced against her swollen mons. Corria shuddered with ecstasy, having even less concern for her well-being than Galvyn. She worked her slender hips up and down, her knees digging into the loam below her as she pumped feverishly. Her bare ass circled around in tight, jerky revolutions, the backs of her taut thighs trembling as she strained herself beyond all reason, trying to get more of the immense erection that she could barely handle taking as it was.
“Push your cock deeper!” she mewled breathlessly, her soaking pussy on fire with sensation. “Ohhh! It feels so goddamn good! I want it faster! I want more of it! Fuck me to death, Galvyn, I don’t care! Just fuck me! Uhhh! My cunt’s so fucking wet! OHHH! It’s just gushing! If I’m not wet enough to take all of you now, I never will be!”
Galvyn’s breath was hot against the back of Corria’s neck. He ran his hands up along her slender midsection, then reached underneath her to cup her shapely tits. They were so perfect, they felt as good in his hands as her cunt did around his prick. It nicely balanced out the sensations otherwise running rampant through his body.
All that was missing was some sweet taste to lubricate his parched throat. He thought—in an inspired bit of invention under the circumstances, Galvyn felt—of having Dolina bring him some wine. Or, since he didn’t have any wine, of parking her cunt in front of his face for him to use his tongue to show her what his cock was doing to her sister.
It wasn’t that Galvyn cared about getting Dolina off or preparing her in the slightest for being the next to take his cock; he figured correctly that hearing and seeing Corria getting her just desserts had Dolina on the verge of orgasm already. Galvyn just happened to like the taste of pussy and the feel of tits. Otherwise, he had no use for foreplay. If a woman wasn’t wet enough to take him, he generally characterized that as her problem. Even Corria, who had so little brains that she’d made her way from princess to cockholster with no stops in-between, was sensible enough to have gotten nice and moist for him.
Of course, when Galvyn looked over at Dolina to give the order, he saw that ‘on the verge of orgasm’ was underselling it. Dolina was in the middle of coming, her cream running down her inner thighs like honey from a beehive. Mindlessly, she slapped her reddened ass like she was playing a drum—clearly what had gotten the horny little pain-slut off.
The lack of symmetry bothered Galvyn a bit: one of her cheeks was so red it could’ve been dyed that color, while the other was the same creamy pallor as the rest of her body. He thought of trying to get her to give the one half a break, but didn’t care to take the time to get through to her. He’d be taking care of it himself soon enough. For now, he decided to see if Corria shared her sister’s fetish for pain.
Galvyn’s fingers closed like a vise on Corria’s swollen nipples. With a low moan, she stiffened, writhing as if someone had a branding iron pressed to her. Her ass and thighs and hips trembled with an intensity that grew more urgent as the pain continued, merging with the continuous pleasure from Galvyn’s pumping cock. It’d long since eclipsed the numbed pain of being stretched so thoroughly.
“I knew you’d like it!” Galvyn said between the groans of hilting himself in Corria over and over again, never letting her get out of sheathing a single inch of his immense erection. “I just knew you’d love a big cock in your pussy and a little pain to remind you who that body belongs. Hell, you fuck even better when you remember you’re my little cum slut!”
Her satiny skin was beaded with sweat from the strain of taking all the girthy length of Galvyn’s stabbing cock. She wanted even more and she kept thrusting her supple ass back into his lap to get it. His prick cleaved even further into her juicy sex, until her inner walls were stretched so tight by his rigid meat that they couldn’t even quiver like the rest of the princess was doing.
“I feel it all over—all through me—everywhere!” Corria rasped. “Keep slamming that monster cock into me! Fuck me until I don’t know my own name! Ohhh! Oh God! Squeeze my tits harder! Uhh! They’re yours! All of me is yours! Ghhh! You can put your cock anywhere you like! It makes me come just being yours! GODDD! Being your bitch!”
With his groin pressed firmly into the girl’s thrashing backside, Galvyn grabbed her by the hair and mouth, five fingers fisted in her black mane, three more fingers hooked in the side of her mouth. With that hold on her, Corria couldn’t move no matter how hard he rutted into her upraised ass.
Galvyn tested that, pumping into her cunt in a fury. He drove his throbbing length in her all the ways to the balls, his hips ramming forward with no mercy, forcing all of himself upon Corria’s sopping pussy. His muscles flexed and tensed as he worked to both shove his dick all the way into Corria and keep her from escaping forward with the force of his strokes.
It worked. Corria moved less than an inch despite how hard Galvyn was thrusting. She sprawled on her stomach, sorely abused by this new position, but thinking instinctively to make it easier for Galvyn to fuck her. She spread her damp thighs wider and arched her slender back. Perhaps she was trying to get this fuck over with, the sooner the better. Or perhaps Galvyn had fucked subservience into her as deep as his prick, bred it in her like a bastard son.
At any rate, her hips curved, putting her passage at a slight incline, the new angle allowing Galvyn’s lengthy erection to go into her as deep as he wanted, a straight shot to her cervix, which his massive cock was in real danger of reaching. Not that Corria cared. If anything mattered to her at that point, it was Galvyn’s pleasure.
After all, if she satisfied Galvyn, he might fuck her again. And that was the only prospect more tempting to Corria than the thought of this torturous ecstasy coming to an end.
“You’re going to make me come!” Corria moaned, the muffling of her words around his callused fingers pleasantly making Galvyn think of how she’d sound when he rammed his cock down her throat instead of up her snatch. “Ohhh! Faster, faster! I’m gonna squirt! Fffh! Here it comes! More, Galvyn, give me more! Make me come with that fat cock already!”
Galvyn hammered his furious erection into Corria’s wetly accepting cunt maniacally, like he hated her, was raging at her, but it wasn’t that he was angry at the princess. He was just enthused over his own satisfaction. Corria only mattered to him now as a wet hole; he’d adequately shown her that was what she was good for and there was no need to further concern himself with what was on her shattering mind.
He pounded his meaty cock into her with every ounce of his strength, pistoning his full length into her without respite no matter how Corria groaned and sobbed and smashed her limbs down on the ground. Her clit pulsed wildly, the pleasure at the point of being uncomfortable, but far too strong for her to want it to stop. She now dreaded an end to the fuck as much as she’d once feared him violating her in the first place.
With a sudden gurgle, Corria tensed from her toenails to the split ends of her ragged hair. The walls of her snatch convulsed around Galvyn’s cock with a series of milking pulls; he could feel her climax searing through her folds like there was a furnace in her belly pouring out heat. He put both hands on Corria’s shoulders and held her steady. He didn’t want anything to ruin this perfect cockholster he’d made for himself until he was good and finished with it.
“UHHHHH!” Corria gasped, her pussy further quivering as it tried to squirt while stuffed completely full of Galvyn’s manhood. “Pump that cock up my pussy! Ohhhh! I want more! Ram it all into me! Do it as hard as you can! OHH GOD! I’m never gonna stop coming! My pussy just keeps going and going! I’m going to be fucked by you FOREVER!”
Another satisfied customer; Galvyn saw no reason to hold back any longer. Usually, he wouldn’t bother, but he’d hate to have Corria annoying him while he attended to Dolina, and he could tell that after this cum, Corria would be taking a leave of absence for a good long while.
Thick, pearly ropes of his seed shot into her trembling pussy, his cock twitching like mad as it spurted. Corria screamed out her delight, both at how his prick was quivering and the feeling of his molten cum filling her womb, her devastated cunt tightening like it could do anything at this point to compel more of Galvyn’s seed from his massive balls.
“Give me all your cum!” Corria begged shakily, her body trembling with the sudden relief that filled all her needy flesh the same way Galvyn’s cum was doing her sex. “Use my cunt until there isn’t an inch left without your cum on it! OOOH! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I love the way your cum feels inside me! It’s even better than your cock! It’s going everywhere—I’m never going to stop feeling it, never! I’m yours for all eternity!”
Galvyn let out a satisfied grunt at her slurred babbling. Sometimes, he even amazed himself with how he could break a bitch in. He didn’t want Corria to stop proclaiming herself his personal cum dumpster, so he kept fucking her, hammering his jerking prick into her snatch until the last drop of cum had been deposited inside her. Then, quaking violently, he collapsed on her sweaty body with a satiated sigh.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” Corria gasped weakly, sprawled under him. “My pussy’s still… still coming… I haven’t stopped squirting, Galvyn…”
With a brisk laugh, Galvyn pulled his sticky cock out of her well-used snatch. Two things immediately happen: the cum he’d deposited in her poured out of her like a mudslide and she came again, her unstuck cunt now free to squirt its juices into the air with the orgasmic release she’d gotten from the fuck finally coming to an end.
Galvyn petted the gentle curve of her bare back, his hand gliding over her sweaty flesh until he was gently squeezing her nubile ass. “You seem to be smarter than your sister, so I hope you’ve learned your lesson by now. There’s no point in fighting. You probably enjoyed that rut even more than I did. You definitely spurted more.”
Corria’s eyes weakly spiraled over to him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I may have liked that orgasm, and all the ones before it, but that doesn’t mean I like being your bitch. You can fuck me as many times as you like, but you’ll always be beneath me. Just another male pig who happens to know how to use his big cock.”
Corria tried to say all that, but she didn’t get out so much as a syllable. She sputtered for a moment, then began to drool. Her pussy was still creaming in jets of feminine ejaculate. As Galvyn got up, he held his half-hard cock in the spray, letting it wash him clean of the sticky white cum that had backwashed as he’d stuffed Corria full.
Corria’s cracking mind finally broke as the full implications of how hard Galvyn had made her come—and what it meant for her status as a whore—made it through even her flooded senses. Her eyes went out of focus, then crossed. Her mouth gaped open. Her head dropped, cushioned on a tangle of her disheveled hair, and Galvyn shook loose the last drops of his cum from his rinsed cock, slopping them onto Corria’s heaving chest.
The next time Corria said she wasn’t his bitch, she’d remember this and it would be impossible to reconcile the memory with the thought of herself as anything but a sex slave.
Galvyn hadn’t just molded her cunt to be his cockholster. He’d molded her mind to be that of his personal slut.
And now it was Dolina’s turn.
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