Chapter 81: Bedroom (R18) (Buy Privilege Please)

Kyle kept her locked in the mating press for several more minutes, grinding every last drop as deep as it would go. When he finally pulled out, a thick, continuous river of cum poured from Stacy’s ruined pussy onto the couch cushions. She lay there completely broken legs spread wide toward the open window. Soft, broken sounds left her with every shallow breath. Her body twitched occasionally, but she made no effort to close her legs or move.

He didn’t let her rest.

"Ahh... this is starting to get fun,"

Kyle had been going at it relentlessly for hours, yet he felt as though he hadn’t lost any energy at all. He had exhausted himself physically, but instead of feeling weaker, he felt the opposite—the more intense things became, the more energized he felt. The more broken her moans became, the more his blood seemed to surge through him, fueling his unnatural stamina. He was the embodiment of raw sexual energy, and he was only beginning to enjoy himself now. The pill kept him energized like a kid.

"Angghh!-"

What followed stretched across the rest of the day. He turned the entire house into a trail of their bodily fluids. Against the living-room wall with the curtains still wide open, he held her upright and drove into her until her legs gave out completely and she slid down the wall in a trembling heap. He lifted her again, bent her over the back of the couch, and railed her until her voice cracked and faded into nothing more than wet, broken noises.

Later he carried her back into the kitchen and took her on the table, then on the floor among the earlier mess, then against the cool metal of the fridge. Every time he finished he stayed buried deep, pumping her full, then pulled out only long enough to watch the thick white mess leak down her thighs before shoving back in and starting over.

Sunlight shifted across the floors as the hours passed. Shadows lengthened and grew softer. The house grew progressively messier—streaks on the walls, puddles on the wood, cushions stained and pushed out of place, a faint trail of footprints and fluids connecting every room they had used. Stacy’s coherent speech disappeared sometime in the afternoon. All that left her mouth were broken moans, soft sobs of pleasure, and the same fragmented pleas repeated until they lost meaning:

"Breed me... fill me... use the bitch... more..."

By the time the light outside turned gold and began to fade into early evening, her thighs, the floors, the furniture, and her own soft breasts were covered in drying streaks and fresh loads. Her makeup had long since ruined itself into dark smudges under her eyes and along her cheeks. Her dark hair hung in tangled, sweaty strands that stuck to her neck and shoulders. The vacant, fucked expression barely left her face for more than a few seconds at a time.

Kyle finally picked her up one arm under her knees, the other around her back and carried her limp, leaking body down the hallway into her bedroom.

"So, the room of the bitch I’m breeding!"

"Ye- yesh-"

She answered him brokenly.

The room was exactly what he expected from a cosplayer. Bright anime and game posters covered nearly every wall, some slightly crooked from age or careless hanging. Shelves crowded with carefully posed figurines watched from the corners, their glossy eyes catching the light. Soft pink LED strips glowed along the ceiling and the edges of the shelves, casting a gentle colored light over the messy bed with its pastel blankets, throw pillows, and a half-folded plushie shoved near the headboard. The air still held a faint trace of her usual perfume—something light and floral—beneath the heavy scent of sex that clung to both of them.

He dropped her onto the bed on her back. Cum immediately began seeping out of her onto the pastel sheets, darkening the fabric in a slow, spreading stain. Stacy’s legs fell open automatically. She stared up at the ceiling with glassy, half rolled eyes, the same broken expression still locked in place. A soft, continuous whimper escaped her every few breaths.

Kyle climbed onto the bed, straddled her chest, and grabbed a fistful of her messy dark hair.

"Open."

Stacy’s mouth fell open on command, tongue lolling out without hesitation.

He pushed his thick, cum-smeared cock straight into her throat. Her eyes widened for a split second, then rolled back again as he began using her mouth without restraint. He held her head steady with both hands and thrust deep, the wet sounds of her throat filling the colorful bedroom. Spit and leftover cum ran down her chin and onto her soft breasts in messy strands that mixed with the earlier marks already drying on her skin.

"That’s it," he growled, looking down at her ruined face. "Take it all the way. You’ve been good all day now clean this cock while I decide what next."

He fucked her mouth harder.

*Ghk—kkh—suck—*

The wet, choking noises grew louder and more desperate as he forced himself deeper. Stacy’s hands weakly gripped the sheets beside her head, fingers curling and uncurling without strength. Her throat visibly bulged with every thrust.

*Kkh—suck—ghk—*

Spit and cum overflowed from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in thick strands. Her legs stayed spread, more cum leaking out of her used pussy onto the pastel comforter in slow, continuous drips while her throat was treated like another hole.

Kyle pulled out only long enough to slap his heavy cock against her tongue and cheeks a few times, smearing more spit and cum across her face in glistening streaks. Her tongue stayed out, limp and wet. Then he pushed back in to the hilt.

*Ghk—!*

Her nose pressed hard against his stomach. He held her there, throat fully bulging, while she choked and made wet, muffled sounds around him.

*Kkh... suck... ghk...*

Tears gathered at the corners of her already ruined eyes and slipped down toward her ears, mixing with the drool already coating her chin.

*gaah- gaasp-*

When he finally pulled out completely, a thick string of spit connected her shiny lips to the head of his cock and stretched for a long moment before breaking. Stacy gasped for air in ragged, wet pulls, tongue still hanging out, eyes crossed and watery, drool pouring down her chin and pooling in the hollow of her throat. The expression on her face was perfect utterly vacant and used.

Kyle stroked himself slowly, looking down at the completely broken cosplayer on her own colorful bed. Posters and figurines watched from the walls while she lay there covered in cum, legs open, throat freshly used, pussy dripping onto the sheets. The pink LEDs cast soft, shifting light over the mess. The contrast between the cheerful room and the state of its owner made the whole scene feel even more complete.

He grabbed her ankles, shoved them back toward her head until her knees pressed near her shoulders, and lined up against her overflowing entrance once more. The head of his cock nudged against the slick, used folds and stayed there for a long moment while he looked down at her.

"Alright,"