Nova's breath hitched in his chest, his lungs burning as he fought to draw air. He stood transfixed, his gaze devouring the masterpiece of debauched beauty kneeling before him.
Fleur was a living, breathing work of art, painted in his essence. His cum was a thick, pearly canvas smeared across her exquisite features. A heavy rope of it striped her blushing cheek, another glistened like a crown on her forehead, and her lips, swollen and parted from their recent ordeal, were coated in a creamy, opaque sheen.
Her sapphire eyes, usually so cool and distant, now burned with an unquenchable, primal lust that seemed to reach into his soul and pull at his very core.
Saliva and his seed mixed, dripping from her chin in long, viscous strings that landed with soft splats on her perfect tits. Those magnificent breasts, now free from their lace confines, were pale and flawless, capped with hard, pink nipples that stood out like tight, begging berries.
The fluids traced glistening paths into her deep cleavage and down the gentle slope of her belly, highlighting the delicate dip of her navel.
Seeing the raw, predatory admiration in Nova's eyes, a fresh gush of heat erupted from Fleur's core. Her cunt, already drenched and swollen from her arousal, spasmed violently and released another wave of slick, hot juices, completely saturating the thin fabric of her panties until they clung to her like a second skin, utterly ruined. A dark, wet patch spread rapidly, a testament to her desperate need.
She held his intense gaze, a slow, wickedly triumphant smile gracing her cum-streaked lips. "You like what you see, mon hero?"
She purred, her voice a husky, needy whine. "You like seeing your Veela slut covered in your cum?"
Slowly but deliberately, she raised a hand to her face, gathering a thick dollop of his seed on her slender fingers. She brought them to her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick them clean with obscene thoroughness, her eyes never leaving his, savoring the taste of him.
Nova's cock, which had begun to soften in the afterglow, gave a powerful, interested twitch, thickening rapidly at the shameless display.
Once her fingers were spotless, Fleur reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft again, stroking it slowly, feeling it pulse and grow in her grasp.
"Are you gonna put this magnificent dick in my slutty cunt?" she begged, her voice dripping with need. "It's leaking so much juice that my panties are completely ruined. I need you to fuck me, Nova. Please, I need you to fuck me hard. I need to feel you stretching my little pussy, ruining it for anyone else."
A raging fire traveled through Nova's veins, scorching away the last remnants of his post-orgasmic haze. The girl, the fucking Veela champion that every male (and half the females) in Hogwarts lusted after, was on her knees, begging for his cock.
He wanted to bury himself so deep inside her that her pussy would be permanently molded to the shape of his dick, a constant, aching reminder of this moment.
But suddenly a flicker of responsibility tried to intrude at the back of his mind; he needed to get Harry and Hermione to the Black Clover world. He dismissed it with a mental scoff. He could just send a temporary clone. It would take seconds, and the rewards in front of him were far more immediate.
Thinking this, Nova subtly snapped his fingers. A perfect, silent copy of him shimmered into existence outside the locked classroom door, already striding away on its mission.
His full, undivided attention returned to the goddess in front of him. With a lazy, dismissive wave of his hand, he vanished every trace of cum and saliva from Fleur's body, leaving her skin pristine, flushed, and gleaming with a light sheen of sweat.
He pulled her to her feet in one smooth, powerful motion, his strength effortless. He crushed his lips to hers in a searing, possessive kiss that was less about affection and more about conquest.
Their tongues clashed, a wet, desperate battle for dominance as they exchanged saliva, each trying to claim the other's mouth.
His hands roamed her body with proprietary intent, grabbing her tits and pinching her hard nipples, earning a muffled, high-pitched moan from her throat.
His hands slid down to her ass, gripping the firm, round globes and mauling them, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He hooked his thumbs into her ruined panties and yanked them down, the soaked fabric ripping slightly in his haste.
He grabbed her ass cheeks again, spreading them wide, and delivered a sharp, stinging spank to each one.
'SMACK! SMACK!'
"Ah! Oui! Putain!" Fleur cried out, the mix of pleasure and pain sending a jolt straight to her clit, making her knees buckle. Her own hands were everywhere, roaming across the hard planes of his chest, the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, feeling the raw, coiled power in his body that promised a thorough fucking.
Nova broke the kiss, his lips trailing down the elegant column of her neck. He didn't just kiss; he nipped and sucked, marking her pale skin with a dark, possessive hickey that would last for days.
He moved lower, capturing one perfect pink nipple in his mouth and sucking on it like a starving man, his tongue laving the sensitive bud.
His other hand roughly mauled her other breast, pulling and twisting the nipple until her pale skin was flushed a sensitive, angry pink.
"God, yes," she gasped, her head falling back. "Suck my tits! Mark me! Make me yours!"
He kissed a wet path down her body, over the gentle swell of her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel and making her squirm and giggle breathlessly.
He dropped to his knees, his face now level with her most intimate place. But before he touched her, he paused, leaning in until his nose was just an inch from her dripping sex.
He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head. The scent of her was intoxicating—a sweet, musky aroma of pure, unadulterated arousal, with a faint, honeyed note that was uniquely Veela. It was the smell of a woman completely lost to lust, and it was the most delicious thing he had ever smelled.
Her pussy was a breathtaking sight, completely bare and waxed, the lips puffy and slick with her juices. They were a deep, inviting pink, parted slightly to reveal the glistening entrance to her cunt and the hard, throbbing pearl of her clit nestled at the top. He admired it for a long moment, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
Just as Fleur braced herself for his tongue, he grabbed her waist and spun her around with surprising force. "Hands on the wall," he commanded, his voice a low growl that left no room for argument.
She complied instantly, planting her palms flat against the cold, rough stone. She arched her back, pushing her incredible bubble butt out, a perfect heart shape that seemed designed to be worshipped. She gave a little shimmy, a slight twerk of her ass that made the flesh jiggle enticingly, a silent invitation.
Nova responded with another hard spank. *SMACK!* "Fucking tease," he grunted, though his voice was thick with appreciation. "You want this dick, don't you? You want me to punish this naughty little ass?"
"Oui! Yes!" Fleur moaned loudly, her body trembling from the impact. "Punish me! I've been a bad girl! I need you to teach me a lesson!"
He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing two tight, perfect holes. Her cute, puckered asshole was a light pink, and below it, her cunt was drooling, a steady stream of clear, viscous juice running down her inner thighs. He couldn't wait any longer.
He dove in, burying his face between her cheeks. His tongue flattened against her dripping slit, lapping from her clit all the way to her entrance, collecting her sweet essence. He thought: She tasted different from his other woman, faintly sweet like honeyed nectar. He stabbed his tongue into her tight hole, fucking her with it, reveling in the way her walls clenched around the muscle.
"Oh God! Nova! Your tongue! *Mon Dieu*!" she screamed, pushing her ass back against his face, trying to get him deeper.
His thumb came up to rub rough circles on her clit as he continued to tongue-fuck her. Fleur was a mess of moans and whimpers, her body trembling uncontrollably.
He sucked her puffy lips into his mouth, nibbling on them gently, then returned his attention to her clit, sucking the hard bud and flicking it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue.
He could feel her legs starting to shake, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Don't stop... please don't stop... I'm so close... gonna cum... gonna cum all over your face!" she babbled, her voice high and thin.
He could feel her body tensing, her thighs quivering as she teetered on the precipice of her orgasm. As her muscles coiled for the impending release, Nova's eyes glinted with cruel mischief. He channeled a tiny, precise spark of electric magic through his lips directly onto her clit.
"AAAAHHHHHH! MERDE! PUTAIN! *YES*!" Fleur screamed, her body convulsing violently as the unexpected shock sent her hurtling over the edge into an abyss of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Her entire body seized, arching violently away from the wall as if struck by lightning. A high-pitched, guttural scream was torn from her throat, echoing off the stone walls of the classroom.
Her pussy spasmed and clenched around his tongue, and a gush of her clear, hot cum sprayed from her, coating his face and chin in her sweet essence. It wasn't just a trickle; it was a flood, a testament to the sheer power of the orgasm he had just forced upon her.
Nova held on tight, his hands gripping her ass to keep her from collapsing. He didn't let up. He buried his face deeper, lapping and sucking, drinking down every last drop of her release as her body thrashed and trembled.
He prolonged her pleasure, his tongue continuing its assault on her oversensitive clit until her screams dissolved into breathless, sobbing whimpers and her legs finally gave out. She slid down the wall, limp and boneless, a panting, sweating mess on the floor.
He stood over her, his face glistening with her juices, a triumphant, predatory smirk on his lips. His cock was a steel rod, jutting out from his body, the head dark and swollen with need.
Then Nova licked her sweet, honeyed essence from his chin. He savored the taste, a unique flavor that was pure Fleur. "Your pussy," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly growl, "tastes different from other women. It's almost honey-like... sweet."
Fleur, a boneless, trembling heap on the cold stone floor, managed to turn her head. A wave of post-orgasmic pride washed over her, and a slow, satisfied smile graced her lips. Her pupils were still blown wide with ecstasy, her vision blurry.
"We Veela," she breathed, her voice a husky, wrecked whisper, "have a sweet taste to our pussies... and to our cum."
The pride in her voice, the sheer filth of her words, sent a fresh jolt of lust straight to Nova's already painfully hard cock. He smiled, a dark, possessive thing, and bent down.
With effortless strength, he hooked his arms under her, lifting her trembling form as if she weighed nothing. Her legs, weak and unsteady, wrapped instinctively around his waist.
He carried her the few steps to the heavy wooden desk at the front of the classroom, sweeping aside a stack of books with a loud clatter that made her flinch. He deposited her on the hard surface, the impact sending a jolt through her sensitive body.
He stepped back for a moment, his hungry gaze devouring the sight before him. She was a masterpiece of debauchery, a goddess brought to ruin by pleasure. Her entire body was sheened in a thick, glistening layer of sweat that made her pale skin gleam in the dim light.
It pooled in the delicate hollow of her throat and ran in tiny rivulets down the valley between her heaving breasts. Her face was flushed a deep, blotchy red, her lips swollen and bruised from his brutal kisses. Her stunning silver-blonde hair was a complete disaster, a tangled, sweaty mess plastered to her forehead and cheeks, strands sticking to her neck and shoulders.
Dark, possessive hickeys bloomed across her neck and the upper slopes of her chest, a constellation of purple and red marks that claimed her as his. Her perfect, pink nipples stood out like hard, swollen berries, achingly erect and gleaming with a thick coating of his saliva, the areolas puckered and tight from the rough mauling they had received. Her chest rose and fell in ragged, desperate gasps, each breath a struggle.
His eyes traveled down her body, past the gentle, sweat-slicked curve of her stomach, to the apex of her thighs. Her pussy was a breathtaking, obscene sight. It was utterly drenched, a flood of her clear, slick juices having coated her bare mound and the insides of her thighs.
The delicate, puffy lips were a deep, angry shade of pink, swollen and parted lewdly from his oral assault. They gaped open, revealing the still-quivering, glistening entrance to her cunt. Her clit, peeking out from under its hood, was a hard, throbbing pearl, dark red and engorged, visibly pulsing with the aftershocks of her explosive orgasm.
A fresh trickle of her honeyed nectar escaped her hole, tracing a slow, sticky path down the crack of her ass and onto the polished wood of the desk beneath her. Her entire body trembled, a fine, uncontrollable shudder that ran through her limbs, a testament to the sheer, overwhelming power of the pleasure he had just inflicted upon her.
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Nova's smirk widened into a grin of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. He looked down at the ruined, trembling goddess spread out before him, a canvas he had painted with sweat and pleasure.
He wrapped a hand around the thick, steel-hard shaft of his cock, the skin hot and velvety over the rigid core. It was a weapon, and he was about to lay siege to her last defenses.
He leaned forward, the swollen, dark head of his dick nudging against her slick, puffy lips. Instead of entering, he drew back and then slapped it down hard against her drooling cunt.
'THWACK!'
The wet, fleshy sound echoed in the quiet classroom, followed by Fleur's sharp gasp. He did it again, and again, each impact a percussive beat of pure filth.
He slapped his heavy cock against her clit, then dragged it slowly through her soaking slit, coating the entire length in her honeyed juices. The sight was obscene—her pale, marked flesh contrasted with the dark, angry red of his dick as he used her pussy like a toy.
Fleur's body responded instinctively. Her hips began to move, a desperate, undulating grind. She tried to capture him, to angle her hips so he would slip inside, but he was relentless in his teasing, always pulling back just enough to deny her.
With each slap of his cock against her sensitive, over-stimulated flesh, a jolt of pleasure-pain shot through her. She bit down hard on her swollen lower lip, the pain a sharp anchor in the sea of overwhelming sensation. Her eyes, glazed with lust, were locked on his, a silent, pleading plea.
The teasing was exquisite torture. She could feel the heat of him, the sheer weight and size of the cock she was being denied. Her cunt clenched emptily, aching to be stretched and filled. The need was a physical pain, a fire in her blood that only he could quench.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking. The word was barely audible, a desperate puff of air.
Nova just chuckled, a low, cruel sound, and continued to slap his cock against her now-throbbing clit. "Please what, Fleur?" he growl, enjoying her utter surrender.
Tears of frustration and raw need welled in her eyes. She abandoned all pride, all pretense of control. She was his to do with as he pleased, and she needed to be fucked more than she had ever needed anything in her life.
"Please daddy," she sobbed, the words tumbling out in a rush of pure filth. "Fuck your slutty Veela's tight pussy. Make it yours. Ruin me. I need your cock inside me, now. S'il vous plaît, daddy... fill me up!"
The word "daddy" hit Nova like a lightning strike. It was a key turning in a lock he didn't know he possessed, unleashing a primal, possessive fury that obliterated every last shred of his teasing control.
His sanity, already hanging by a thread, snapped completely. The world narrowed to the desperate, pleading face of the silver-blonde goddess begging him to claim her. A low, guttural growl ripped from his chest, a sound of pure animalistic need.
His hand shot out, fingers digging into the soft, sweat-slick flesh of her waist. He gripped her with bruising force, his thumb pressing into the delicate hollow of her hip, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse just beneath her skin.
He held her in place, a complete and utter claim, his other hand moving with desperate urgency to his cock. He grabbed the thick, pulsing shaft, the head already coated in a thick mixture of his own precum and her overflowing juices.
For a single, suspended moment, their eyes locked. Nova looked down into the sapphire depths of her gaze, and what he saw there made his cock throb with a desperate, violent need. It wasn't just lust; it was a bottomless, fathomless ocean of it.
He saw surrender, he saw craving, but most of all, he saw a raw, explicit plea. Her eyes were begging him, silently screaming for him to ruin her, to break her, to fuck her so thoroughly that she would never be whole again unless she was his. It was the most intoxicating thing he had ever seen.
He positioned the swollen, angry head at the drooling, puckered entrance to her cunt, notching it against her tight hole. He paused for a fraction of a second, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken contract between them, and then he drove his hips forward with one, powerful, merciless thrust.
There was no resistance. Her body, primed and soaking from her orgasm and his teasing, surrendered instantly, but the sheer, sudden invasion was a shock to her system. His entire nine-inch cock, a thick, steel-hard pillar of flesh, slammed into her in one brutal motion. It didn't just fill her; it possessed her.
The blunt head of his dick forced its way past her tight entrance, stretching her wide, plowing through her slick, clenching walls until it slammed deep, deep inside her. The impact was absolute. His cockhead kissed the very mouth of her womb, a hard, unyielding kiss that sent a shockwave of sensation through her entire body.
The sheer, overwhelming force of the penetration was enough. As his massive cock bottomed out inside her, a fresh, smaller orgasm tore through Fleur's already overstimulated body. It wasn't a violent explosion like the one before, but a deep, clenching wave of pleasure that rippled through her core.
Her pussy seized, a series of tight, rhythmic spasms clamping down around his thick shaft as if trying to milk it. A high-pitched, breathless gasp escaped her lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure washed over her, a warm, tingling tide that left her trembling and even more vulnerable.
Fleur threw her head back, a silent scream caught in her throat before it erupted from her lips in a raw, piercing shriek.
"AAAAHHHH! 'MERDE'! 'PUTAIN'!" Her back arched violently off the desk, her body going rigid as a board as she was impaled. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, not to push him away, but to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensation.
Her mind went blank, a white-hot static of pure feeling. She had never been so full, so stretched, so completely and utterly conquered. The feeling of something so impossibly big, so hard and hot and deep inside her most intimate place was a revelation. It was a pain that felt like perfection, a pleasure that felt like ruin.
A fresh gush of her juices, slick and hot, flooded around his cock, coating him in her essence as her body surrendered to the brutal, magnificent penetration.
Nova didn't give her a single second to adjust to the overwhelming intrusion. There was no gentleness, no respite. He held her pinned, his grip on her waist an unbreakable shackle, and slowly, torturously, began to withdraw.
The thick, veined shaft dragged against her clenching walls, every inch a slow, agonizing withdrawal that made her feel every contour of him, every ridge and pulse.
Just when she thought he might pull out completely, leaving her achingly empty, he stopped with only the head still nestled inside her.
Then, he slammed forward again.
It was a violent, punishing thrust, a statement of absolute ownership. His hips collided with her ass with a loud, fleshy *SMACK*, the impact sending ripples through the firm, round globes of her bubble butt.
The sound of flesh on flesh was sharp and obscene, but it was instantly drowned out by the raw, guttural cry torn from Fleur's throat.
"*Mon Dieu*! YES! Again! Fuck me again!" she screamed, her voice a ragged, desperate plea. The combination of pain and the exquisite, stretching pleasure was a drug, and she was instantly addicted. Her entire body shook from the force of the impact, her tits bouncing violently on her chest.
He pulled back again, just as slowly, drawing out the anticipation until she was squirming and whimpering beneath him. Then he rammed his cock home once more, even deeper and rougher than before. Another wet slap echoed through the room, followed by another helpless moan from the Veela beneath him.
"Ah! *Putain*! You're so deep! I can feel you in my stomach! Don't stop! Please, don't ever stop!" she babbled, her words dissolving into a series of incoherent, high-pitched whimpers.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red, angry trails in their wake as she tried to process the sheer, brutal intensity of the fucking.
He established a merciless rhythm, a cycle of slow, agonizing withdrawal followed by a bone-jarring, powerful thrust. He was a machine, a piston of pure lust, using her body for his pleasure.
For several minutes, the only sounds in the classroom were the rhythmic slap of his thighs against her ass, the wet squelching of her dripping pussy being brutally fucked, and Fleur's continuous stream of moans, gasps, and filthy French curses. She was completely lost, a vessel for his cock, her body trembling and convulsing with every deep, powerful stroke.
The pleasure was building again, a coiling heat in her core that was more intense than anything she had ever felt. The teasing was over; this was a raw, primal fucking, and she needed more. She needed him to break her completely.
"Harder!" she suddenly screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. Her eyes, wild and unfocused, locked onto his. "Fuck your slutty Veela harder, daddy! Ruin me! I want to feel it for a week! 'Baise-moi plus fort'!"
Her scream was a match to a fuse. The desperate, raw plea to be ruined, to be fucked harder, sent a tidal wave of black, possessive lust crashing through Nova's system.
The last remnants of his control disintegrated into ash. He was no longer a man teasing a woman; he was a force of nature claiming his territory.
With a feral roar, he released his grip on her waist, only to slam both hands down onto the desk on either side of her head, pinning her beneath his body. The wood groaned under the force. He leaned over her, his face a mask of brutal concentration, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.
"You want it harder, you fucking slut?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through her entire body. "You want daddy to ruin this tight little pussy? I'll fucking ruin you."
He drew back his hips, the movement no longer slow and teasing but swift and predatory. Then he unleashed hell.
His hips became a blur, a piston of pure, unadulterated fury. He hammered into her, each thrust a devastating impact that stole the air from her lungs.
The sound was no longer a simple slap; it was a rapid, brutal drumbeat of flesh meeting flesh, 'SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!', a percussive rhythm of pure possession. His heavy balls swung up, slapping against her ass with every downstroke, adding to the symphony of filth.
Fleur's world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of blinding sensation. Her body was no longer her own; it was a toy, a vessel for his brutal pleasure.
The desk screeched and scraped against the stone floor with every powerful lunge, inching its way across the room. Her screams dissolved into helpless, high-pitched shrieks that were torn from her throat with every single bone-jarring thrust.
"*OUI! OUI! OUI!* DADDY! JUST LIKE THAT! *MERDE*! DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!" she wailed, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick wooden surface, her knuckles white. Her body was limp, completely at his mercy, jolted and shaken by the ferocious fucking.
The pressure was immense, a constant, overwhelming fullness that was driving her insane. Her tits, slick with sweat, bounced wildly, slapping against her chest with the force of his movements. The dark hickeys on her neck and chest seemed to pulse in time with his thrusts, marks of his ownership that glowed on her pale, sweat-sheened skin.
He could feel her pussy clamping down on him, the spasms growing more frequent, more desperate. He was driving her towards another orgasm, and this one felt different, bigger, a cataclysm waiting to happen. He angled his hips slightly, changing the angle of his penetration, and his cockhead scraped against a spot deep inside her that made her entire body seize up.
"*OUI! OUI! OUI!* DADDY! JUST LIKE THAT! *MERDE*! DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!" she wailed, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick wooden surface, her knuckles white. Her body was limp, completely at his mercy, jolted and shaken by the ferocious fucking. The pressure was immense, a constant, overwhelming fullness that was driving her insane. Her tits, slick with sweat, bounced wildly, slapping against her chest with the force of his movements. The dark hickeys on her neck and chest seemed to pulse in time with his thrusts, marks of his ownership that glowed on her pale, sweat-sheened skin.
He could feel her pussy clamping down on him, the spasms growing more frequent, more desperate. He was driving her towards another orgasm, and this one felt different, bigger, a cataclysm waiting to happen. He angled his hips slightly, changing the angle of his penetration, and his cockhead scraped against a spot deep inside her that made her entire body seize up.
"DADDY! OH GOD, DADDY! RIGHT THERE! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE, I'M GOING TO CUM!" she screamed, her voice thick with a mixture of terror and ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense it was painful, a white-hot fire building in her core, threatening to incinerate her completely. Her legs, which had been draped over his hips, shot into the air, trembling uncontrollably as her entire body tensed for the impending crash.
Her warning was not a request to stop; it was a declaration of surrender. And it was the last thing Nova needed to hear. He didn't stop. He didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked her harder, his hips a relentless, punishing machine, determined to push her over the edge and into the abyss. He was going to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. It wasn't a gentle wave; it was a tsunami. A high-pitched, guttural scream was ripped from her lungs as her entire body convulsed. "AAAAHHHHHH! *MON DIEU*! J'ARRIVE! JE CUM!" she shrieked, her mind shattering into a million pieces of blinding light.
But Nova didn't stop. He plowed through her orgasm, his thick cock continuing its brutal assault on her oversensitive, spasming cunt. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on torture, and her screams transformed into desperate, sobbing whimpers.
"Daddy... please... it's too much... *s'il vous plaît*... ruin me..." she babbled, lost in a storm of continuous, rolling orgasms that left her limp and boneless. And then, just as the first wave began to subside, his relentless pounding triggered another.
A second, more violent orgasm ripped through her, even more powerful than the first. Her body thrashed uncontrollably, a complete prisoner to the ecstasy he was forcing upon her.
Her body was thoroughly spent, every muscle screaming in protest, yet her pussy betrayed her, clenching and spasming around his cock in a third, weaker orgasm that left her a sobbing, trembling mess.
Her throat was raw and sore from the constant screaming, her voice now a hoarse, broken whisper.
He could feel his own release coiling in his balls, a tight, hot pressure that demanded release. Her cunt was milking him, sucking at him, begging for his seed.
With a final, brutal roar, he slammed his hips forward one last time, spearing his cock as deep as it could possibly go, his head smashing against the entrance to her womb.
"I'M CUMMING!" he bellowed, his voice raw and primal.
His cock pulsed, a thick, hot jet of cum erupting from the tip and blasting directly into her deepest depths. It was followed by another, and another, a torrent of his seed filling her up.
He could feel her womb bloating, stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of his load as he pumped her full of his cum. It was the ultimate act of possession, marking her from the inside out.
Just as he felt the first signs of overflow, the sensation of her womb becoming saturated with his essence, he yanked his cock out with a wet, sucking pop.
His dick was still throbbing and spitting, and a thick rope of pearly white cum shot out, landing in a hot, sticky line across her quivering stomach.
Another spurt coated her belly button, filling it like a small pool. He aimed higher, and the next blast splattered across her sweat-slicked tits, painting her heaving breasts in his seed.
A final, powerful spurt flew through the air, landing on her neck and one last, perfect drop landing on her chin.
He stood over her, panting heavily, his chest heaving, his spent cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs. The sight before him was a masterpiece of debauchery, a vision of pure, unadulterated ruin that he had created.
Fleur lay sprawled on the desk, a completely defiled angel. Her body was a canvas of utter exhaustion and filth. Her skin, usually a flawless alabaster, was now a patchwork of colors. A deep, blotchy flush covered her chest and face, the aftermath of her violent orgasms.
Dark, possessive hickeys bloomed like violent purple flowers across the elegant column of her neck and the soft swell of her breasts, stark against her pale flesh. Red imprints from his bruising grip marked her waist and hips, and the angry red scratches from her own nails traced paths down his back, a testament to the frantic intensity of their coupling.
She was drenched in sweat, her entire body gleaming under the dim light. It matted her stunning silver-blonde hair to her forehead and temples in tangled, dark strands. It pooled in the valley between her breasts and ran in tiny rivers down her sides.
But the sweat was only the base layer. Painted across this glistening canvas was his cum. A thick, pearly white rope of it lay across her quivering stomach, from her ribcage down to her pelvis. Her delicate belly button was filled, a small, viscous pool of his seed.
Her perfect, heaving tits were splattered and coated, the fluid dripping slowly down their slopes to mingle with the sweat on her chest. Another streak marked her neck, and one final, glistening drop clung to her chin, a slow, sticky tear of his possession.
Her legs were spread wide, hanging limply off the edge of the desk, too weak to move. Her pussy was a gaping, ruined thing. The delicate pink lips were swollen, dark red, and parted lewdly, unable to close after the brutal invasion.
A thick, viscous mixture of his cum and her own juices pooled on the desk beneath her, and a steady trickle of the combined fluids leaked from her still-pulsing hole, running down the crack of her ass to join the mess below. The entire area was flushed a deep, angry red, a testament to the merciless pounding it had endured.
Her face was a portrait of blissful devastation. Her lips were swollen and parted, her chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. Her eyes were closed, long dark lashes clumped together with moisture.
But it was her throat that told the story of her screams. It was red and raw, looking visibly sore and strained, unable to produce another sound. Her entire body was trembling, a fine, uncontrollable shudder of aftershocks and pure exhaustion. She was a thoroughly spent, sensitive, and sore, a beautiful, broken mess painted with his cum. She was utterly, completely, and beautifully his.
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