Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 484- Did he just Call me Slut?!
Chapter 484- Did he just Call me Slut?!
She lifted her sweat-drenched head, her pride completely eradicated as she stared at her brutal conqueror. "I can be useful to you," she pleaded desperately, her voice dropping into a pathetic, needy whine.
He let out a low, dark chuckle that echoed off the cold vault walls. "You are a greedy woman, aren’t you?" he mocked gently.
She simply nodded without a single ounce of shame, her messy hair sticking to her wet face. "Can I not be with you?" she asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes all over again.
He stared at her pathetic, broken form for a long moment before his lips curled into a possessive smirk. "Laila," he declared, his voice cutting through the heavy, sex-scented air.
"It will be your name from now on, no matter what it was before," he commanded with absolute authority. "And also, your pussy will be exclusive to me, is that accepted?"
She trembled violently as he said that, her teeth biting hard into her swollen lower lip. She slowly turned her body, pushing herself up slightly before looking down towards her legs that had just been miraculously formed.
She spread her brand-new thighs wide open, exposing her ruined, cream-filled cunt and her red, gaping asshole to his gaze. She felt strange having two functional legs again, but she honestly did not care about her legs at all right now.
Her focus was entirely on the throbbing emptiness between her thighs. Her two trembling fingers slowly traveled down her flat belly, diving straight towards her puffy pussy as she spread her lips for him.
She practically fell back down against the console, completely offering herself up to his dominance. "You can have them whenever you want, husband," she whispered, her voice laced with pure, filthy submission.
He chuckled again, a deep, arrogant sound that made her damp inner walls clench instinctively. "Why does every woman want me as their husband?" he mused aloud.
He knew exactly why, but he loved hearing them admit it. "It was because of my cock, wasn’t it?"
Her heavy, lust-filled eyes immediately flicked down towards his massive, still-half-erect cock before trailing back up his sculpted body. She blinked, a sloppy, satisfied smile finally gracing her tear-stained face.
"You know, right?" Laila simply said, her fingers sliding deep into her own slippery, cum-filled slit. "Everyone wants a man, and you are one."
The wet sound of her fingering his cum deeper into her own womb echoed loudly in the silent room. Her flat nipples were still flushed dark pink, completely hardened as she rubbed her clit, waiting for him to decide her fate.
’He completely broke me,’ she thought, feeling her insides quiver around her own dirty fingers. ’This thick long thing utterly destroyed the Mercenary Queen, leaving only a desperate slut in her place.’
She moaned softly as she stretched her own wet hole, making sure he saw exactly how much she belonged to him. The filthy, straightforward erotica of her own body betraying her was a sensation she couldn’t get enough of.
Her newly grown legs parted even wider, the smooth, unmarked skin a stark contrast to her violently reddened, abused pussy. She wanted him to plunge back in, to tear her open all over again until her mind went entirely blank.
Pah Pah Pah!
"Nnngh~! Hah~! Oungh~!!!"
She gasped out loud just imagining the brutal weight of him driving back into her guts. The hot non-repetitive moans spilled from her leaking mouth as she begged him silently with her glassy eyes.
He watched her play with his leftover seed, his dominant gaze mapping every single detail of her thoroughly corrupted form. The way her breasts jiggled with each desperate thrust of her own hand proved just how completely he owned her now.
"Keep your fingers in there, Laila," he ordered smoothly, enjoying the sight of his new, fully repaired toy. "Keep them deep until I say you can take them out."
She whimpered in pathetic compliance, shoving her digits knuckle-deep into her soaking, puffy pussy. The former Mercenary Queen was dead; only his exclusively owned, filthy little Laila remained on that console.
Her mind drifted lazily in the aftermath of the death gate breakthrough, her soul permanently marked by his overwhelming presence. The Diamond Body cultivation hummed through her new limbs, but all it really did was make her body more perfectly suited to take his relentless pounding.
She licked her dry lips, the taste of her own tears mixing with the metallic tang of the console. She didn’t care about her lost army, her past glory, or the fact that she was now a bound slave.
All Laila cared about was the promise of his crimson cockhead splitting her open again. She lay there, her legs spread wide, waiting obediently for her husband to give her what she desperately needed.
Her flat nipples poked sharply against the chilly air of the vault, her milky white skin glistening with a thick layer of sweat. The ambient amber light from the screens bathed her thoroughly used body, highlighting the red handprints seared into her thighs.
She shuddered as a rogue drop of his cum leaked from her swollen entrance and trailed down to her new, unmarked thigh. She instinctively squeezed her internal muscles around her fingers, trying desperately to keep every single drop of his precious seed locked safely inside her womb.
’I am his,’ the thought echoed inside her mind, bringing a wave of filthy, undeniable peace to her corrupted soul. ’My tight pussy, my brand-new legs, my life—it all belongs to his cock now.’
He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing against the stone floor, making her newly grown toes curl in pure anticipation.
Laila closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she prepared to serve her husband exactly the way a good, greedy bitch should.
The scent of raw sex, sweat, and spilled cultivation energy completely dominated the entire room.
She knew her life would never be the same, and as she lay spread-eagle on the cold metal, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her journey through the death gate had killed the arrogant warrior, birthing a perfect, indestructible receptacle for his lust.
And as his shadow fell over her naked, quivering form once more, Laila simply smiled and spread her legs a little bit wider.
"Suck it clean, Laila."
Laila’s iron-colored eyes gleamed with raw, broken hunger the instant the command left his lips. She slid off the console without a shred of hesitation, her brand-new legs—still tingling from the violent regeneration—carrying her straight down to her knees on the cold stone floor. The former Mercenary Queen was gone; only the greedy, cum-drunk Laila remained, heavy breasts swaying as she crawled the last inch forward.
She smiled like a woman who had found religion between his thighs. Leaning in, she took his filthy cockhead straight into her warm mouth instead of teasing it first, giving it a deep, starving suck that hollowed her cheeks. Her hands slid up to cradle his heavy balls, massaging them with slow, worshipful rolls while her tongue swirled greedily around the thick shaft, cleaning every trace of her own pussy cream, ass nectar, and his thick seed.
"Mmmph~! It’s tasty..." she managed around the fat cock stretching her lips, the broken, muffled words vibrating along his length. Drool and leftover cum bubbled at the corners of her mouth as she bobbed deeper, throat bulging visibly with every eager swallow.
*Gluck... gluck... gluck...*
Her newly grown toes curled hard against the stone, fresh slick dripping down her inner thighs as she fingered her own overflowing cunt in time with her sucking. The obscene flavor of their mixed fluids made her moan louder, eyes rolling back in filthy bliss.
Far away, seated on her black throne, the watching woman rested her chin on the armrest, lips curled in a knowing smirk.
The artifact before her glowed with every lewd detail of the scene—Laila’s sloppy devotion broadcast in perfect clarity.
"I see you are having a very good time over there, husband," she murmured, voice low and amused, one finger idly tracing the edge of her own thigh.
He chuckled darkly, threading his fingers through Laila’s messy hair and guiding her head faster along his glistening shaft. "Keep sucking, Laila. Show your new owner how grateful that greedy little mouth is.."
’What a horny pig—’ Before the woman seated on the throne could utter another word, suddenly Tianlong’s head turned. It was as if he was looking through the screen, which seemed impossible, yet her smirk faltered the moment he said,
"As a slut is rubbing herself watching me screw you."
"...." With her eyes narrowed and a clear, audible voice making the woman’s mouth twitch, she just thought.
’Did he just call me a slut?’