Chapter 378. Her Throat Finally Adapted To Take The Whole Thing Inside**

Chapter 378: 378. Her Throat Finally Adapted To Take The Whole Thing Inside**

Mike let out another low, mocking laugh, his eyes tracking the way her throat convulsed as she tried to swallow past the ache.

"Running out of steam already, Aveline?" he asked, his voice dripping with smug superiority. "Thought you were going to be the best service I ever had."

"I’m... ahh... I’m not done," she panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, though she couldn’t stop the shameless smile from spreading across her face. "I just needed... mmmh... I needed to breathe so I could take more next time."

Mike’s laughter died down, replaced by a cold, commanding stillness that made the air in the room feel heavy. He didn’t look satisfied; he looked hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food.

"Get off the bed," he ordered, his voice dropping to a rough register that brooked no argument. "On your knees... Right at the edge."

Aveline obeyed instinctively. Her body seemed to recognize his authority even before her mind could process the humiliation.

She crawled to the edge of the mattress, her knees sinking into the soft fabric, positioning herself directly beneath where he would be. Mike shifted, sitting on the very edge of the bed so that his cock hung suspended, inches from her face.

Aveline stared up at him, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Her throat was still tingling from the previous penetration, and her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

She took several deep, desperate breaths, trying to oxygenate her blood and relax her throat muscles. She needed to be ready. She needed to be strong enough to take him again.

"Mmmph... ahh... okay," she whispered to herself, bracing her forearms against her thighs to steady her shaking body.

She leaned forward, opening her mouth wide, preparing to greet him with the same desperate hunger she had shown before.

But Mike didn’t wait for her to approach.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly. Before Aveline could react, his large, calloused hands shot forward, clamping around the back of her skull with terrifying strength.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back at an unnatural angle.

"Wait, Mike! Stop! Nnngh ahhh!" Aveline cried out, panic flooding her system. Her eyes widened in genuine fear as she saw the predatory glint in his eyes. "Please, I need... I need to breathe—ahhh!"

It was too late. There was no gentleness, no slow seduction.

Mike simply drove forward. With one powerful, relentless thrust, he shoved his entire cock straight down her throat.

GLRK HHHNNNGGHH!!

The sound was wet, violent, and utterly obscene. Aveline’s eyes nearly popped from her sockets as her jaw was forced open to its absolute limit.

The sheer mass of him slammed into the back of her throat like a battering ram, bypassing any pretense of comfort. Her entire body convulsed in shock, her hands flying up to grab at him instinctively.

"Mmph!! Hnggg aaahhh!!" Her scream was cut off instantly, reduced to a muffled, agonized whimper that vibrated through the shaft of his cock.

Desperate to keep from falling backward or choking to death, she threw her arms around his thick thighs, squeezing them with every ounce of strength she possessed. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she fought to maintain some semblance of control.

’This is too much... oh god, it’s too much!’ her mind screamed in terror. ’He’s not even trying to be careful... he’s just fucking destroying me!’

’His cock is so thick... I can feel it stretching my throat beyond what’s possible...’

The sensation was terrifying. She could feel her own anatomy betraying her; she could feel the physical bulge of his cock stretching her neck outward from the inside.

Her throat felt like it was being torn apart, the walls of her esophagus forced to accommodate a girth that felt alien to her body. Every time he shifted his hips, sending another inch deeper, she felt the pressure intensify until she thought her skull might split.

’H-he’s so forceful... he’s going to break me,’ she thought hysterically, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and dripping onto his thighs. ’I can feel my throat bulging... I can feel myself stretching... mmmph hnggg!!’

Mike didn’t pull back. He stood there, hands still gripping her hair, using her head as a handle to maintain the depth of the penetration.

He looked down at her with that same smug, unshakable confidence, enjoying the way her body bucked and trembled under the assault.

Schlick... gluck... mmmph... ghkk!

The wet, choking sounds of her struggle filled the room, punctuated only by the muffled, desperate sounds of her attempts to breathe through a throat that was completely occupied by his monstrous cock.

Mike didn’t pull away. Instead, he began to move, but with a calculated, agonizingly slow deliberation. He started to thrust, pulling back until he was almost out of her mouth before driving forward again, each movement forcing his cock to scrape against the sensitive walls of her throat.

Sluuurp... gluck... schlick...

"Nnngh hnggg mmph!" Aveline’s body bucked with every thrust.

At first, it was pure agony, the sensation of being split open from the inside. But as her body realized she couldn’t escape, a strange, involuntary adaptation began to take place.

Her throat muscles, desperate to survive, began to relax around the intrusion, wrapping themselves around his shaft in a rhythmic, involuntary clench.

The pain didn’t disappear, but it transformed. It became something else, something sharper, more electric.

The terror began to bleed into a perverse kind of arousal. Her hands, still wrapped around his thighs, wandered upward.

One hand found her own breast, squeezing the nipple hard while the other slid down between her legs, fumbling desperately with the soaked fabric of her panties.

Mike noticed her shifting.

"Want to play with yourself while I work you?" he mused, his voice vibrating through her skull.

Without waiting for an answer, he slid two fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her swollen clit and thrusting them inside her soaking wet cunt.

Squish... squelch... slap!

"AAAAHHH MMMPH!" The dual stimulation was overwhelming.

The feeling of his cock grinding against her throat while his fingers jackhammered inside her made her vision blur. She began to work her tits frantically, rolling her nipples between her fingers as she felt his fingers stretching her cunt open.

"Raise your head, Aveline," Mike commanded, his grip tightening on her hair. "Higher... I want to feel how deep I can go without you choking."

Obediently, she tilted her skull back further, stretching her neck taut. This position allowed her throat to open up more, giving her small pockets of air between his devastating thrusts.

"Haaah... mmmph... ahh... hnggg!" she gasped, the air whistling through her teeth as she prepared for the next wave.

The pace escalated. Mike’s thrusts became faster and more forceful, while her own hands became a blur of motion squeezing her breasts, grinding her clit, and digging her fingers into her own cunt.

Schlick schlick schlick schlick!

Inside Aveline’s mind, something fundamental was breaking. The fear, the pain, the humiliation—it was all being incinerated by a fire so hot it left nothing behind but pure sensation.

The pain she had felt moments ago, the terrifying feeling of her throat bulging and stretching, vanished in an instant, replaced by a pleasure so profound it felt like she was ascending.

’This is it,’ she thought, her consciousness fragmenting. ’This is what it means to be alive...’

’The pain is gone... there’s only him.’

’There’s only this feeling...’

’This is the peak... the absolute fucking peak of pleasure!’

Every thrust felt like it was touching her soul. The stretch of her throat felt like it was opening her entire being to him.

She wasn’t just a woman being used; she was becoming an extension of his cock, a living sheath designed to worship him.

"Nnngh! Ahhh! Mmmph hnggg!" Her moans turned into high-pitched, desperate keens that she could only manage when he pulled back slightly.

Her body was convulsing in waves of climax that she couldn’t control. Her cunt was milking his fingers with violent spasms, and her breasts felt like they were on fire from the friction.

She was lost in a feedback loop of ecstasy: his cock stretching her throat, his fingers ravaging her cunt, and the overwhelming realization that she never wanted this to end. She wanted to be stretched until she broke; she wanted to drown in him.

The dual stimulation had pushed Aveline to the precipice, but Mike wasn’t done playing with her limits. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from her panties, leaving her cunt throbbing and desperate for contact.

The sudden loss of friction made her whimper against his cock, but she immediately understood what he was doing. He was concentrating all the power back into one single point of focus.

"Enough of that," Mike growled, his voice thick with dominance. "I want you focused on one thing and one thing only."

He moved both hands away from her body and planted them firmly on either side of her skull. His grip was possessive, unyielding.

He wasn’t just holding her anymore; he was directing her. He began to move her head in a controlled, relentless rhythm, forcing her to meet each thrust with precise timing.

Aveline’s initial instinct was to resist the loss of her own self-pleasure, but her body had already been rewired by the intensity of the last few minutes.

As Mike began to pump his hips while simultaneously manipulating her skull, she found herself adapting with terrifying speed. Her neck muscles learned to relax and contract in perfect unison with his movements.