Chapter 103 - The last thing was the thickness of Him

Yuna’s body flinched.

Her eyes—still half-lidded, consciousness returning in fragments—snapped wider as something deep inside her began to buzz.

The vibrator.

The one that had been embedded in her ass, pushed deep and left there, dormant. Now it roared to life with such sudden intensity that her back arched off whatever surface she was lying on.

"Aahhh—!"

The sound ripped from her throat before she could stop it. Her hands jerked, tried to reach back, but her limbs felt like lead. Everything was heavy. Sluggish. Her mind struggled to catch up with her body’s immediate, overwhelming response to the stimulation.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Where was she?

The last thing she remembered was... was...

’His cock. In my mouth. In my throat. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just him. Just—’

Her thoughts shattered as the vibrator pulsed harder.

Beside her, Hana’s eyes flew open.

For a moment, there was only confusion on her face. Her thick body tried to move—instinctive, automatic—but the ropes held firm. Her wrists were bound above her head, tied to something she couldn’t see. Her legs were pulled up and back, knees pressed nearly to her shoulders in a position that should have been uncomfortable but instead felt... exposed.

So fucking exposed.

Her massive tits—god, they looked even bigger now—were sandwiched between her thighs. Pressed. Squeezed. The rope wrapped around their bases made them bulge obscenely, turning them into two massive pillows of flesh that jutted forward. The vibrators still attached to her nipples buzzed steadily, sending constant jolts through nerves already raw from overstimulation.

She could see them. Her own tits. Right there in her line of sight because of how she was folded.

Like a fucking pillow. Like a soft, warm hole made specifically for—

"Nnh—"

The realization made her pussy clench. Made fresh wetness leak down the crack of her ass.

She tried to turn her head. The ropes allowed only a small range of motion, but she managed to shift her eyes to the side.

And there—

There she saw her.

A red-haired woman. Young. Fit. Her face was... destroyed. That was the only word for it. Eyes rolled back so far only whites showed. Mouth hanging open, drool pooling beneath her cheek. Tongue lolled out like a dog’s. Her expression was pure mindless pleasure—the look of someone who’d been fucked past the point of coherent thought.

A pig in heat.

That’s what she looked like.

Hana’s gaze traveled lower. The woman’s hips were raised, ass in the air, legs splayed. And between those legs—

’Oh god.’

Her pussy was wrecked. Absolutely destroyed. Swollen. Red. Gaping slightly even without anything inside it. A mixture of blood and cum and clear fluid leaked out in a steady trickle, pooling on the sheets beneath her.

Hana blinked.

Tried to focus on something else. Anything else.

Her eyes found a clock on the wall. Digital. Bright red numbers.

11:47 AM

She stared at it.

’When did I...?’

She tried to remember. The last time she’d been conscious. It had been... morning? Early morning? The light coming through whatever windows existed in this place had been dim. Dawn, maybe.

Her eyelids felt heavy. She let them close.

Just for a moment.

Just to rest.

When they opened again, the numbers had changed.

1:13 PM

’What?’

Her eyes widened. Shot back to the red-haired woman.

The woman’s position had changed. Slightly. She was on her side now, curled slightly inward. But her face—that expression—it had deformed further. Her features were slack. Boneless. The look of someone completely unconscious.

And the sounds—

’Oh god, the sounds.’

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. The wet squelch of something thick pistoning in and out of something tight. The broken, desperate moans of a woman being utterly ruined.

"HNGH~! AAAHH~! NNNGH~!"

Hana’s eyes tracked the source.

Raven.

He was still there. Still moving. His body was a machine—hips driving forward with mechanical precision, never slowing, never stopping. His hands gripped the red-haired woman’s hips so tightly his fingers left white marks on her skin. Sweat sheened his body, made his muscles gleam in the light.

And his cock—

It disappeared into the woman’s pussy with each thrust. Emerged slick and coated. Disappeared again.

Over and over.

Over and over.

For how long? An hour? Two?

The woman beneath him was barely conscious. Her body responded—hips twitching, pussy clenching—but her mind was clearly gone. Her eyes rolled beneath closed lids. Drool ran freely from her open mouth.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"HNNGH~! AAAHHH~! EEEEEK~!"

Each thrust made her whole body jolt. Made her small tits bounce. Made the bed creak and groan under the abuse.

And then—

Raven’s pace changed.

Faster. Harder. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to bruise. His body pressed down, flattening her against the mattress. His mouth found her neck and bit down—not gently, but with enough force to make her unconscious body jerk and a fresh stream of drool leak from her lips.

"Priya," he growled against her skin, his voice rough from exertion. "You were delicious."

PAAAAHHH!

One final, brutal thrust.

His cock buried itself to the hilt. His balls pressed tight against her ass. And then he went still.

Hana watched his body tense. Watched every muscle lock up for one perfect moment.

Then the release.

She couldn’t see it, but she could tell. The way his back arched slightly. The way his grip tightened even more. The way the red-haired woman—Priya—suddenly made a high, thin sound despite being unconscious.

"Aaahhhhh—"

Cum.

He was filling her. Pumping her full. Hana could see the exact moment it happened because Priya’s flat stomach began to distend slightly. A small bulge appeared, growing incrementally larger as more and more seed flooded her womb.

So much.

Too much.

Raven stayed buried inside her for what felt like forever. Just... pulsing. Emptying himself. Using her body as nothing more than a receptacle.

When he finally moved, it was slow.

He pushed himself up on his arms. Straightened. His cock began to slide out.

And out.

And out.

It seemed impossible. Like pulling a sword from stone—slow, steady, the shaft emerging inch by inch, coated in a mixture of blood, cum, and arousal. The sight was obscene. Priya’s pussy stretched around his girth, clinging desperately, trying to keep him inside even in her unconscious state.

Then—’pop’—the head emerged.

Her pussy gaped.

Just... stayed open. A perfect circle. Loose. Destroyed. And from that opening, fluid began to pour.

Not leak. Pour.

Thick white cum mixed with pink-tinged blood and clear arousal. It gushed out, running down her thighs, soaking into sheets that were already ruined. The sheer volume was stunning.

Priya’s body gave one final, full-body shudder.

Then went completely still.

Unconscious. Maybe more than that. Her mind had simply... shut off. Overwhelmed. Unable to process any more sensation.

Raven looked down at her with satisfaction.

Then he turned.

His purple eyes swept the room.

Yuna, half-awake on the bed, one hand between her legs, rubbing desperately at her clit while the vibrator in her ass buzzed. Her mouth was open, panting, eyes glassy.

Hana, bound and folded, her massive tits jutting forward, her pussy leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath her. Watching. Unable to look away.

Veronica, standing near the wall, her expensive dress hiked up around her waist, fingers buried in her own pussy, masturbating openly as she stared at him with hungry, desperate eyes.