Chapter 118: Endless Ecstasy on the Edge 18+ (WinWin Bonus)

Max finally lowered her leg but did not pull out. Instead, he flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, keeping her legs spread wide and hooked over his shoulders as he drove into her missionary style. The new position let him look directly into her dazed, glassy eyes while he fucked her, one hand wrapping lightly around her throat in a possessive grip that made her pulse race wildly beneath his fingers.

"Eyes on me, slut. I want to watch you fall apart every single time you cum on my cock," he commanded, his thumb pressing just enough to make her breath hitch sharply while his hips slammed forward again and again with powerful, measured strokes that ground the thick head of his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside her.

Clotilde’s back arched sharply off the floor, her large breasts bouncing heavily with every thrust as she stared up at him with pure, adoring submission shining in her tear-filled eyes.

"Yes... Master... haaa... I’m cumming again... ahhhnnn... your cock feels so good... so deep..." she whimpered, her voice breaking into high, needy moans that echoed off the walls while her pussy clenched and squirted around him once more in hot, forceful jets that soaked his lower abdomen and the floor beneath them in a fresh, glistening puddle.

Max groaned low in his throat, the feeling of her spasming walls nearly pushing him over the edge, but he forced himself to slow down, grinding deep and steady instead of chasing his own release. He wanted this to last.

He wanted to edge himself on her perfect, ruined body until she could not think of anything except pleasing him. He kept his cock buried to the hilt inside her fluttering heat, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles that made her inner walls stretch and flutter around every thick inch of him, drawing out fresh gasps and shudders from her exhausted frame.

He released her throat and leaned down to bite one of her hard nipples, sucking it roughly into his mouth while his hand slapped the side of her breast lightly at first, then harder, drawing fresh gasps and moans from her as the sensitive flesh turned a pretty shade of pink under his palm.

"These tits are mine now, too. Everything on you belongs to me," he growled against her skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak until she cried out sharply and her fingers tangled desperately in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could not bear even an inch of space between them.

Clotilde’s entire body was a live wire of pleasure and sweet pain, every slap, every bite, every deep thrust pushing her further into that blissful submissive headspace she had never known she needed. For what felt like twenty long, relentless minutes, he kept fucking her through position after position, always staying in complete control, always denying himself the final release while he forced orgasm after orgasm from her exhausted, trembling body.

He pulled out only long enough to sit back against the wall and drag her on top of him, forcing her to ride him reverse cowgirl while his hands gripped her hips and slammed her down onto his cock with bruising force.

Clotilde’s head fell back, her long white hair cascading down her spine as she moaned brokenly, her ass rippling with every impact while Max spanked her raw, turning both cheeks a bright, burning red that made her pussy gush even harder around him.

"Haaa... haaa... Master... your cock is splitting me open... ahhhnnn... I love how it hurts... please... spank me harder..." she sobbed, her voice cracking as another powerful climax ripped through her and fresh squirt sprayed across his thighs.

Next, he stood, pinning her against the cold stone wall with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, choking her lightly with one hand while he whispered filthy praise and degradation directly into her ear between brutal thrusts.

"You were such a proud knight... now you’re just a dripping hole for your Master... look how easily you cum for me..."

Clotilde’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body shaking violently as she came again, her pussy squeezing him like a vice while broken cries of "Yes... I’m your hole... your dripping slut... ahhhh... fill me with your cock..." spilled from her lips.

He even made her drop to her knees once more, forcing her to beg prettily before letting her lick and clean every drop of her own creamy release from his glistening cock, her tongue swirling desperately along the thick shaft and sucking him deep into her throat again until fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. Only then did he slide back inside her soaked pussy, lifting her off the ground and fucking her in mid-air while she clung to him helplessly.

Max finally slowed his thrusts, still buried to the hilt inside her pulsing, oversensitive pussy, and looked down at the beautiful, ruined knight beneath him with dark satisfaction. His cock throbbed angrily, denied its release for so long, but he refused to give in.

"I’m going to cum soon. Prepare your virgin pussy for me. I will make you pregnant," he teased her with a deep groan.

Clotilde could only whimper softly in response, her body limp and trembling with aftershocks, her eyes shining with total, blissful surrender as she nodded eagerly, ready for whatever else her master demanded of her.

Clotilde could no longer hear him at all, her mind completely lost in the overwhelming haze as the room spun slowly in her half-closed eyes, her vision hazy and unfocused while her heart seemed to have forgotten how to beat properly between one shattering release and the next.

She could almost taste the sweet little death from the constant, endless orgasms that had wrecked her body, and she had long since stopped counting how many times she had cum, every climax blurring together into one endless wave of pleasure that left her trembling and gasping. All she truly knew in that moment was that he had still not yet filled her with his seed, that her master had not yet impregnated her, and the mere thought made her entire body shudder violently with fresh, desperate need.