Chapter 380: Extracting Sophia Vale.

I started moving.

The motion was agonizingly slow, my hips drawing back with deliberate control. Her inner walls immediately fought me, clenching hard, greedy and desperate, trying to keep me buried deep inside her.

The suction was unmistakable — a hot, wet vacuum that resisted every fraction of an inch. Her pussy gripped me like a fist wrapped in molten silk, the tight ring of muscle at her entrance squeezing around my thick shaft as I withdrew.

Millimeter by millimeter, the slick, glistening length of my cock emerged from her body. A thick, squelching glide as her arousal coated me completely, strands of it stretching and breaking between us.

Her inner folds dragged visibly along my length, pulled outward in glistening purple-pink petals before slowly snapping back with wet little sounds.

Sophia's breath caught sharply in her throat, a ragged gasp that broke into a low, throaty groan. Her wrists twisted harder in the rope above her head, knuckles bone-white, the metal headboard ringing under the pull as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming drag.

Her hips lifted involuntarily, chasing my cock, her pelvis rising off the mattress in a desperate attempt to keep me buried deep inside her.

Ohh— don't you—

I kept withdrawing. Almost completely out.

Only the thick, swollen head remained nestled between her flushed, swollen lips. Her entrance gaped slightly now, visibly stretched, glistening, pulsing open and closed in frantic little flutters, dripping with her wetness.

The cool air of the cell kissed my slick cock, making it twitch hard against her heat. A thick strand of her arousal stretched from her gaping pussy to the head of my shaft, trembling, shining in the light before it finally broke and fell onto the sheet.

Her dark eyes were wide, pupils blown, locked on mine with raw, shattered intensity. The weight of it hung between us — my father had been here first, had opened this body years before I existed — and the fact of me stretching her now sharpened every sensation into something devastating.

His son — He's his father's fucking son —

I drove back in, thrusting forward with heavy, controlled power. The thick head parted her again, sinking deep in one long, strong stroke. Her pussy yielded with a wet, sucking sound, walls fluttering wildly around me as I filled her completely once more.

The friction was even more intense on the way in — scorching heat swallowing every inch until I bottomed out hard, my pelvis grinding against her spread pussy, the base of me pressed tight against her.

My hands planted firmly on the mattress on either side of her shoulders. My palms pressed deep into the thin pad, fingers spreading wide as I braced my weight. The metal frame ticked under the added pressure.

Her wrists wrenched in the rope. She couldn't reach my back. The helplessness of it flashed through her thoughts — sharp, furious, then lost under the need.

I need to hold him — I can't — please —

I pulled back slowly, hips drawing away with heavy control. My cock dragged through her tight, clinging heat, the thick shaft stretching her walls on the retreat. Her pussy fought me again — that powerful, wet suction gripping every inch, her inner muscles rippling and squeezing as if trying to keep me locked inside her.

The slick, filthy sounds of her wetness filled the narrow space between us: a slow, obscene glide as her arousal coated me completely.

Sophia's breath hitched sharply. A low, broken groan tore out of her. The rope sang at her wrists.

I drove forward again.

My hips rolled down with more force this time, sinking my cock back into her in one long, heavy thrust. The wet slap of our bodies meeting was louder now, her pussy swallowing me completely until I bottomed out deep inside her, the head of my cock pressing hard against that sensitive spot that made her whole body jerk. Her walls fluttered wildly around my full length, pulsing and milking me in rhythmic waves.

Her legs, still open under my weight, trembled against my sides. Her full breasts moved with every thrust, nipples tight.

I set a steady, driving rhythm.

Each pull back was deliberate and deep, dragging my cock almost to the tip before plunging back in with increasing weight. The metal frame shifted and ticked beneath us. Her wrists pulled and pulled in the rope.

Her moans grew louder, less controlled, each one timed to the heavy slap of my hips meeting her spread pussy.

"Harder—"

"Harder—"

"Haaar—"

Her body rose to meet every thrust as I fucked her harder into the mattress.

Her breath was hot and ragged. Her pussy clenched tighter with every stroke, pulling me deeper, the wet sounds of our joining growing wetter, filthier, more urgent as the rhythm built between us.

Then it hit me.

My cock swelled even harder inside her, pulsing violently. I thrust deep one final time and held there, buried to the absolute hilt.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted from me, flooding her pussy in powerful, endless spurts. Each pulse throbbed against her clenching walls as I emptied myself completely, filling her with hot, sticky seed until it was too much.

I felt it leaking out around the base of my cock, coating her swollen lips and dripping slowly down onto the sheet.

Sophia's whole body reacted.

The fire under her skin didn't ease when I came — it spiked. She trembled hard beneath me, thighs shaking violently against my sides, a broken sound tearing out of her that was half pleasure and half the raw edge of something still unfinished.

Her cunt clenched around my spending cock in frantic pulls, milking every drop, her thoughts fracturing into pure need.

No — don't stop — I'm still —

Please — I'm still on fire —

You can't leave me like this —

I collapsed forward onto her.

My full weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. Our chests heaved together, skin sliding against sweat-slick skin.

Her breasts were crushed beneath me, hard nipples dragging against my chest with every ragged breath. Her wrists remained locked in the rope above her head. Our hearts hammered against each other in the sudden, heavy silence.

[ Extraction incomplete. ]

[ Post-climactic surge active. ]

Don't tell me you're done.

You have to finish what you started—

My cock was still twitching inside her, still buried deep in her cum-filled pussy, and she hadn't come yet. She was shaking under me, the fire still eating her alive, her breath broken against my shoulder.

"Please." Her voice was raw, stripped of everything that had ever sat behind a desk. "Abram — please — I'm still—"

Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. I've carried this for years and you came and I'm still burning —

I lifted off her slowly.

My hands slid under her body, gripping her ribs firmly. My fingers sank deep into the soft, yielding flesh just beneath her breasts, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breathing.

She trembled harder at the contact, hips twitching, cunt still fluttering around nothing as I pulled free and a thick run of my cum followed me out of her.

I couldn't turn her the way I wanted — not with her arms bound. I pushed her legs higher instead, knees toward her chest, opening her wider under the white light. My cum was already leaking from her pussy in thick, pearly strands, sliding down her swollen lips and inner thighs in slow, glistening trails.

I positioned myself over her again, hands locked on the backs of her thighs, holding her open. Both of us were breathing hard — raw, animal sounds in the quiet cell. My cock, still hard and slick with our combined fluids, rested heavy against the soaked heat of her, twitching with renewed hunger.

"Hold on. I'm gonna make you come so hard you won't know what hit you." I said, my voice low and rough.

Her eyes found mine. Dark. Wet. The fire still in them.

"Please," she said again. Not the vampire. Just the woman on the bed. "Please."

Please. Please. Please.

My fingers tightened on her thighs, holding her exactly where I wanted her.