Chapter 394. Feeling Challenged Because I Call Her A Practice For Pregnancy!**

He thrust upward one more time, hard enough to make her entire body shudder, before continuing his assault on her breasts. "You want to get pregnant by me?"

"You want to carry my seed? Then you need to prove you're more than just some desperate, leaking slut."

Aveline's breath hitched. "Prove it...? How...? Mike, please tell me!!"

Mike let out a cold, mocking chuckle. "In this entire nation, there is only one woman who has the divinity to truly bear a child of my bloodline."

"Only one who could handle the power I carry." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "In Erosyne... one named Petricia, and she is the only one worthy."

"Everyone else is just... practice."

The words hit Aveline harder than any physical blow. A surge of primal jealousy and competitive fury ignited in her chest, overriding her exhaustion and the pain in her breasts.

She didn't want to practice. She refused to be second best.

She wanted to prove that she could be more than Erosyne and that she could be the one to break him, to hold him, and to claim him.

"No..." Aveline gasped, her voice thick with defiance. "No... I'm not... I'm not just practice!!"

With a burst of desperate strength, Aveline grabbed the mattress and shoved herself upward, twisting her body with a fluid, frantic motion.

She swung her legs around, straddling Mike's hips in a sudden reversal, turning to face him directly. Now she was perched above him, her swollen breasts swaying with every movement, the red nail marks stark against her skin.

"I'll show you!!" she screamed, her eyes blazing with a mix of lust and fury. "I'll show you I'm worth more than anyone else!!"

Before Mike could react, she lunged forward. She grabbed his face with her hands, the same hands that had been braced against the bed, and slammed her lips against his.

It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a collision. It was a declaration of war.

SMACK! SLURP... MMMMFFHHH!

She kissed him with full, unbridled force, her mouth crashing against his as if she were trying to devour him. Her tongue forced its way past his teeth, seeking his in a desperate, wet struggle for dominance.

She wanted to taste him, to claim his mouth as hers, to show him that she could match his brutality with her own passion.

"Mmmmmppphhh!! Hnnnngh!!" Aveline groaned into his mouth, her tongue swirling against his with aggressive hunger.

The kiss was filthy, saliva slicking their lips as they fought for control. She tasted the salt of his sweat and the metallic tang of arousal.

Mike's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing with dark approval. He reached up, gripping her ass hard, pulling her down harder against his cock as she continued to ravage his mouth.

SLURP... SCHLUCK... SLOP...

"That's it... show me that fire, you fucking bitch!!" Mike growled between wet, desperate kisses. "Show me you're worth the effort!!"

Aveline broke the kiss for a split second just to gasp for air, her lips swollen and dripping with saliva. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget Petricia's fucking name!!"

"I'll fuck you until you beg to put your seed in me!! I'll prove it!! I'll prove it all!!"

The kiss resumed even more violently than before. She was riding him now, not just with her hips, but with her entire soul.

Every thrust of his cock into her pussy, which was now throbbing in sync with her heartbeat, was punctuated by another bruising kiss and another desperate moan.

The room was deafening: the wet sounds of their tongues tangling, the obscene squelching of their joined bodies, and Aveline's triumphant, unhinged screams as she fought to prove her worth to the monster beneath her.

The wet, frantic sounds of their kissing continued for several more seconds—the obscene slurp of tongues and the rhythmic slap of their bodies—but suddenly, Aveline froze.

Her lips pulled away from Mike's, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting them like a silver thread before it snapped. Her chest heaved, her breasts bouncing painfully with every ragged breath she took.

Behind the fire of her defiance, a cold wave of panic washed over her. Her inner voice screamed at her, echoing through the corridors of her mind.

'This is bad... God, this is so fucking bad,' she thought desperately, her eyes unfocused even as she stared down at Mike. 'Am I seriously falling for him?'

'Am I losing my goddamn mind?'

'He's Mike... he's my son's friend. He's still in college, for fuck's sake.'

'This was supposed to be simple...'

'This was supposed to be a one-time thing... a twisted, physical way to repay him for protecting Tyler from those bullies.'

'A transaction... That's all this was meant to be.'

But as she looked down at him, at the raw, predatory hunger in his eyes, she realized the transaction had become something far more dangerous. The gratitude she felt for how he had stood up for her son had twisted into something primal, something she couldn't control.

"Aveline?" Mike growled, his hands sliding up from her ass to grip her waist, squeezing hard enough to leave fresh marks. "What the fuck?"

"You were just about to prove yourself, weren't you? Don't tell me you're chickening out now."

Aveline didn't respond immediately. Instead, she lowered herself slightly, not to ride him more aggressively, but to meet his gaze directly. Her eyes were glassy with tears and lust, but there was a raw vulnerability there that hadn't been present before.

"Mike..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "I need you to understand something."

SQUELCH.

The movement of his cock inside her as she shifted made her wince, but she held his stare.

"I brought you here because I was grateful," she said, the words tumbling out in a rush of honesty she could no longer suppress. "I've been so worried about Tyler... about those boys at campus... and you stepped in."

"You protected him when no one else would... I wanted to thank you."

"I wanted to give you something." Her voice dropped lower, thick with shame and arousal. "This is my way of saying thank you."

"Letting you have me... letting you do whatever you want to me."

"Let me feel everything you can give me. More and more... just give me more..."

Mike's expression didn't soften. If anything, it became more twisted, a smirk spreading across his lips that was pure malice and amusement.

He deliberately bucked his hips upward, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her that forced a broken moan from her throat.

"Ohhh... Nnnngh!"

"Is that right?" Mike teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he watched her squirm. "Is that your 'thank you'?"

"Because it sounds like something else to me, Aveline." He leaned up, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her lips. "You're lying to yourself..."

"You're not just saying this because you're grateful... and don't fucking repeat yourself like that."

"I'm not—"

"Shut up," he commanded, cutting her off. "You're saying that because you're terrified and conflicted."

"You're terrified because you're starting to want it for real."

"You're conflicted because part of you is screaming at you to run, but the other part... the dirty, desperate part... is wondering if I should actually do it."

"You're wondering if I should fuck you so hard that I leave you pregnant."

"No... I... ahh! Fuck!!" Aveline gasped as he began to thrust again, slower this time, each stroke deliberate and agonizingly deep. "Don't... don't say that..."

"Why not? Because it's true?" Mike laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "You want to be thanked, but you also want to be claimed."

"You want to be grateful, but you want to be ruined."

"You're torn between being Tyler's mother and being my fucking breeding toy."

PLAP... PLAP... SLOP...

"Mmmph... HNNNNGH!!" Aveline's head fell back as the conflict tore at her. Her body was betraying every moral objection she held.

The more he spoke the truth, the more her pussy clenched around him, milking him with involuntary spasms. "I hate you... I hate how you know... oh god, fuck me!! Just fuck me and make me forget!!"

"That's more like it," Mike grunted, his pace quickening as he saw her surrender to the contradiction. "Forget the gratitude... Forget the guilt..."

"Just feel how much you want my cock inside you."

The room filled once again with the obscene sounds of their coupling—the wet friction of skin on skin, the creaking bed, and Aveline's increasingly unhinged screams as she fought between the woman she was supposed to be and the slut she was becoming beneath him.