Chapter 80: Insatiable Hunger or Going to Eisheth (r-18)

Damon fucked up into her fat cunt until her voice broke and she squirted, a hard splash hitting the glass then the floor and joining what was already there. Her whole body jerked in his arms while her hole fluttered around him and squirted again in little helpless pulses.

The splash hit his balls.

Her hole kept winking open after with empty little kisses on his shaft.

The pane took a juicing star over the older smears while the floor took the rest, and he rode her through it without slowing, still punching that same depth while she shook and dripped and tried to breathe.

Her pussy blinked around his cock — it was so open, pink and pouring and every time it winked he shoved back in and made it take him again.

He folded her deeper while she was still coming, chest toward the window, ass higher, shorter strokes now, pinned. He fucked up into her while her tits stayed mashed to the glass and the angle made his head punch that last wall and stay there.

Then he went faster.

World-rocking fast.

So fast the juicing sound turned into one long filthy roar while her ass slammed his hips and her tits slammed the glass and her voice ripped from moan to scream like the window itself was going to give under them.

His dick blurred under her, thick and juicing, and pounded her cave so hard her pussy cream flew off onto the glass.

"P-please— too much— Damon— mercy— don’t— don’t stop—"

Midway she laughed once, wrecked, like she could not believe she was still on the window after two hours, then she begged, then she went quiet except for broken breath, then she got loud again.

A cramp bit her thigh and he felt it and kept pounding anyway, then shifted her weight so the cramp stopped stealing the pleasure. He groaned into her neck and lost it hard.

The first pulse packed her hot and thick with no end to it.

The next shoved the first deeper.

The next spilled out around her ring because there was no room and his Endless Cum did its thing.

Damon pulled out mid-stream and it poured onto the floor with her juice in heavy ropes hitting the puddle straight from the fat slit of his cockhead, white and thick and endless.

Then he painted her back in stripes over the dip of her spine and the split of her ass, crossing the handprints he had already left, and shoved that still-spitting dick back into her sensitive pussy and kept thrusting like finishing was not the point.

Her hole took the return with a gulp of juice.

Cum ran out around her ring on the next stroke and joined the pool while he fucked it back into her and out of her and into her again until both of them twitched, her hole too swollen, his dick too hard, the floor a mess of them.

His cock came out of her pussy coated white to her depth line, veins still standing, head still fat and drooling, then vanished back into that overflowing flower with a slap of juice.

"Ahhh— H-how?!" Raw disbelief. She stared at his reflection like the boy in it was a trick. "How can you cum endlessly like this?! No— Damonnnn— fuck me—"

He hooked her other leg up too and now both her thighs in his hands now.

The position forced her to brace fully on the glass with her palms and her cheek and her tits crushed harder to the pane while he stood under her and fucked up into that wrecked cunt like he meant to leave her shape in the glass.

She screamed on every thrust while the window took her breath in a circle of fog and her tits slapped the pane and left two juicing smears over the ones already there and her ass clapped his leftover inches. Her hole stayed oval on the leave and sloppy on the sit.

The whole estate sat black beyond them while their bodies slammed the reflection like the night could feel it.

In the glass you could see everything: his huge juicing cock punching up into her open pussy, her lips stretched around him, her clit shiny, cream and cum frothing at the rim, those leftover inches slapping her ass because her cave still could not take the whole thing.

"Damon—" she cried it. "I’m going t— How are you still hard— two full hours—"

He did not answer her.

He just went deeper, as deep than her body allowed, and let the Rod change; Camilla felt the heat first, only heat in a low burn along his shaft, and she swore at that alone.

Then texture came right after as ridges woke under her walls and dragged places a smooth dick had already beaten sore; her eyes rolled and her mouth opened on the glass and she squirted again, messy, while it ran down his abs into the pool.

He came with her.

The after-sensation hit so addictive he snarled and fucked her through it faster while his burning dick rolled her senses out and her pussy made that fat slap of juice every time he bottomed on her limit and the pane fogged and cleared and fogged again under the violence of it.

Her cunt was ruined and still hungry, pink and swollen, and it dripped all over his cock while his dick looked even bigger as it disappeared into her now — burning, ridged and shiny with her juice.

He came and the hunger sat there anyway, bigger.

What she did not catch was Damon himself.

His thrusts got more animal with passing time and neither did arms did not shake despite holding her in his arms for so long and his breathing only got steadier while hers left.

He turned her in the air.

Her legs locked around his waist, face to face, her wrecked tits against his chest while her soaked hole took him from the front with that burn and that texture together wringing another orgasm out of her until she went slack, still juicing, still twitching, passed out on him with her mouth on his shoulder while a last string of her ran from her hole down his hip and dripped off his thigh into the pool and he kept holding her up like putting her down would kill him.

His cock stayed buried in her pussy to her limit, while a white mess leaked out around the stretch of her lips.

He stayed hard inside her:

Hungrier.

’One woman would not be enough later the more my physique glows. Ten might not. Later that would be a blessing—’

Now it was a problem with a name.

He pulled out.

A thick line followed him and slapped her thigh.

His dick stood off him shiny and huge, coated in her to the depth line, head fat and dark and still drooling cum, while her pussy stayed open a second after he left it, a juicing pink oval that overflowed and dripped onto the sheet.

He carried her to the bed and tucked her in and kissed her forehead and pulled the sheet up over the mess he had made of her, and he looked at her sleeping face and still wanted the next body.

He almost went back to the bed but he did not.

His dick stood off him huge and stupid and unsatisfied, juicing to her depth, burning a little, still lifted.

’I’m hungry. I want more.’

He looked at the door.

’Eisheth.’

Damon dressed enough to walk the halls although the Rod was so hard and huge it tented prominently in his thin pants — one could see it from afar, the whole filthy length of his cock shoved up against the cloth like it was trying to punch a hole through it, its head rounded against the pants so threateningly like it would bust through and spit on the carpet.

While the rest of his dick waved up and down as he moved like he had pressed something so big and not his dick, a thick sideways outline from hip to thigh that bounced with every step, the fat crown of it was so clear like a fist under the cloth and a dark spot blooming where the tip rubbed and leaked.

Damon looked down at the shameless bulge and thought yes, perfect, go announce to the whole fucking house that you just emptied Camilla on a window and still want more, then walked anyway with that huge hard cock swinging under the thin pants like it owned the stairs.

A wet spot bloomed on the inside. Camilla would be out three hours.

’Maybe more, that’s enough time for me with dear Auntie.’

She was into quickies, forbidden, didnt she? And her hand on his thigh at dinner last time...

He left the room and took the stairs to the second floor to her wing.