Chapter 398. Turns Out... Today Was Her Safe Day All Along. What A F-Ing Joke**

A fresh, massive explosion of semen erupted from him, painting her face. Hot, sticky ropes of cum splattered across her cheeks, her nose, and her mouth.

The force of it was so great that she couldn't help but gasp, which only served to let the thick fluid pour into her mouth.

"Mmph!! Nnnngh!! Haaaah!!" Aveline struggled to breathe as she was literally drowned in his seed.

The cum coated her eyelids, her lips, and her chin, dripping down her neck in thick, white streams.

Mike didn't stop there. He continued to pump his cock against her face, each twitch sending more cum cascading over her skin.

"Eat it all, Aveline," he commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. "Drink every fucking drop of what you asked for."

The room fell into a heavy, charged silence, broken only by Aveline's wet, choking gasps as she struggled to wipe the cum from her eyes and the faint, obscene sound of Mike's cock still dripping with the evidence of his absolute conquest.

As the echoes of her screams faded into ragged, wet gasps, Aveline lay there for several minutes, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. The weight of Mike's cock was still heavy against her face, and the sticky coating of cum across her cheeks felt warm and suffocating.

Slowly, the reality of what had just transpired began to pierce through the haze of endorphins.

Her eyes finally cleared, blinking through the white film covering her lashes. A sudden panic flared in her chest as she remembered something crucial.

"Mike..." she wheezed, her voice almost completely gone, cracking as she tried to speak through the cum still coating her tongue. "Mike, wait... you... you didn't... today was my safe day!"

"You didn't cum inside me during my fertile window!"

The sudden shift in her tone caught Mike off guard. He froze, his cock still pressed against her lips, and he let out a confused, incredulous sound.

"Huh?" he rumbled, his voice thick with lingering arousal. "So today was a safe day...?"

"You just tell me now, after you've been screaming for me to fill you up like an animal?"

Aveline didn't answer immediately. Instead, she slowly, shakily lowered her head between her own thighs, her hair dragging through the mess on the pillows.

Her breath hitched when she saw the state of herself. Her pussy was still visibly swollen, gaping slightly open, and with every heartbeat, thick streams of Mike's pearly white semen were being pushed out from her depths.

It pooled between her ass cheeks and flowed down her thighs in slow, viscous rivulets.

Drip. Plop. Squish.

Her mind raced, genuine awe warring with the lingering exhaustion.

'This guy...' she thought, watching the endless flow of fluid. 'How can he cum so much after holding it back for so long?'

'It feels like he has an endless supply inside him...'

Mike watched her reaction, his expression shifting from confusion to a dark, almost disappointed smirk as he saw her staring at the evidence of his climax.

"Yes..." he muttered, his voice dropping lower as he realized the implications. "So... I won't be getting you pregnant tonight."

The admission seemed to deflate some of his predatory energy, replaced by a smug satisfaction that he hadn't permanently altered her body at least, not in the way she might have secretly hoped.

Aveline felt a spark of her old mischief return. Despite her wrecked state, she couldn't resist. A weak, breathless giggle escaped her lips as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, licking a stray drop of cum from her upper lip.

"Fufu~" she teased, her voice a husky whisper. "You look sad, Mike... Did you want to claim me that badly?"

Mike let out a derisive snort, but the way his pupils dilated betrayed him. Before he could respond to her taunt, Aveline's gaze wandered further down, past her own thighs, to the mattress beneath them.

Her playful smile instantly vanished, replaced by a look of horrified realization. The pristine sheets of Rex's bed and her son's bed were a disaster zone.

A massive, spreading stain of her own arousal, her sweat, and Mike's overwhelming volume of semen had soaked deep into the expensive fabric.

"Aah... oh fuck..." she whimpered, the adrenaline of the moment replaced by genuine maternal panic. "It's getting all over my son's bedsheets... Mike, we have to—"

"Shh," Mike interrupted, rolling forward to pin her back down, his massive frame blocking out the light as he prepared to reassert control, seemingly unconcerned with the ruined laundry.

"Don't worry about the sheets. Worry about what I'm going to do to you next."

The shift in Mike's demeanor was instantaneous. The moment Aveline's teasing giggle touched his ears, the satisfaction he had felt at hearing about her "safe day" curdled into something far more dangerous.

His ego, already bruised by the idea that his seed hadn't achieved its ultimate purpose of claiming her womb permanently, flared into a white-hot rage.

"You think this is funny?" Mike growled, his voice dropping into a register that made the air in the room feel heavy and charged with menace. "You think you can play games with me after I just gave you everything I had?"

Before she could respond to the sudden venom in his tone, Mike's hand shot down between her thighs. He didn't reach for her clit to soothe her; instead, he shoved two thick fingers deep into her aching, oversensitive pussy with brutal force.

"Nnngh! Mike!! Ahh!!" Aveline shrieked, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Her entrance was already swollen and slick, making the intrusion of his fingers sound obscenely wet.

SQUELCH. SLOP. SCHLICK.

Mike didn't use gentle motions. He began to thrust his fingers inside her with the same punishing rhythm he had used when he was fucking her, stretching her walls apart and stirring up the massive pool of semen already inside her.

The motion caused waves of white fluid to spray out from her opening, splattering against her thighs and the ruined sheets.

"Hahaha!" Mike barked out a harsh, mocking laugh that sounded more like a predator's snarl. "So you're trying to make a fool out of me by telling me it's a safe day, huh?"

"Trying to make me feel like my cum was wasted?"

He leaned down, pressing his massive, still throbbing cock against her cheek and mouth, forcing her to feel its heat while his fingers continued their relentless assault below.

"You little bitch!" he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "A woman who cums the second I put it in can't be satisfied by just one time."

"Look at you; you're already shaking, you're already leaking like a fucking faucet!"

"Ahhh! Mike, please wait ahhh!!" Aveline's protests were drowned out by the sound of his fingers working her inside.

The combination of the internal stretching and the external pressure of his cock against her face was overwhelming. Her brain was short-circuiting; she was caught between the terror of his anger and the maddening arousal his aggression provoked.

"You'll come craving for my cock more and more, mark my words," Mike promised, each word punctuated by a deeper, more violent thrust of his fingers. "You think biology protects you?"

"You think a calendar makes you safe from me?"

PLAP. SQUISH. SLOP.

"I'll definitely get you pregnant even if it's a safe day!" he roared, his fingers curling inside her, hooking against her G spot to send fresh jolts of electricity through her spine.

"I'll fuck you so hard, I'll fuck you so many times in a row that your body won't have any choice but to accept me!"

"I'll break through every defense you have until you're nothing but a vessel for my seed!"

"Nnnngh haaaah fuck!! Mike!! Ahhhhhh!!" Aveline's screams became higher, more desperate.

The anger in his voice was intoxicating, driving her into a state of hysterical need. Her pussy began to clamp down on his fingers in involuntary spasms, milking him even as he punished her.

"Yes!! Fuck me!! Make me yours!! I don't care about the safe day!! Just fuck me again!!"

The room was filled with the sounds of her surrender: the wet, slapping noises of his fingers working her cunt, the obscene squelching of her juices being agitated, and her broken, begging moans as Mike's fury turned the aftermath of their climax into a new, even more violent battlefield of dominance.