Chapter 335 - 341

"Ahh... ahnn... that’s absolutely not going to happen... ahhnn... ahnn..." she cried out, arching her body backward as her tight cunt stretched and clung desperately to his shaft every single time he pulled back.

"Yet here you are, indulging yourself like a total slut, Madam. Aren’t you ashamed to act so high and mighty while you’re devouring my cock?" Quinn mocked, reaching down to grab her sensitive nipples and kneading them with firm, punishing pressure.

"Ngn... ahnn... you promised that I’d forget everything just for today... so I’m holding you to that." Silvia gasped, suddenly stiffening as she realized her absolute peak was fast approaching. She was about to squirt! This was her very first transcendent pounding where she felt her deep, desperate cravings finally, thoroughly satiated.

"You’re turning into a willing follower of mine, Madam."

"Ngn... you fool! I don’t want to hear that... ahn... ahnn... I’m cumming!" Her entire body convulsed violently, instantly followed by a massive, uncontrolled geyser of sparkling squirts!

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

Her warm love juices sprayed wildly across his face, splattering onto the floor and soaking the rumpled bedsheets, her usual dignified restraint completely thrown out the window.

"Ngnn... ahh... s-sorry about that..." she whimpered, collapsing weakly against his shins, panting heavily while feeling far too thoroughly humiliated to lift her gaze to his face.

"You literally squirted right across my face, Madam. Is this your clever revenge for me cumming deep inside your cunt?" Quinn laughed heartedly, never expecting that a proud noblewoman would make such an uninhibited mess without a single care in the world.

"I didn’t mean to do that... ahn... it just felt so overwhelmingly good..." she sobbed into her hands, covering her crimson face while Quinn slowly crawled forward.

"Hehe, but that tactical error right there means you’re still entirely at my mercy, Madam." Quinn grabbed her soft thighs and ruthlessly dragged her back toward him.

"Ngn... stop now. Please. I’m already completely satisfied."

"Why stop now, Madam? The day is still young... and besides, don’t you think your greedy pussy is already asking for a second helping?" Quinn teased, rhythmically rubbing his stiff, pulsing erection against her neatly trimmed, triangular patch of pubic hair.

"Ngn... you really are the absolute worst."

"Maybe I am? Hah, nobody else is here to judge us, Madam. So, shall we continue where we left off?" Quinn smirked. To his satisfaction, Silvia didn’t even bother to push him away anymore.

’I’m going to fuck you until you become an absolute addict who lives just to suck my cock, Madam. Your husband is going to be in for quite the shock when he wakes up and sees his proud wife eagerly serving another man...’ Quinn mentally prepared himself for a long, grueling battle of attrition.

Several hours later...

"Hoh, what an extraordinary day. You really are a magnificent, busty masterpiece, Madam," Quinn panted softly, wiping a trail of sweat from his neck as he looked down at Silvia, who was sprawled out limply across the mattress like a boneless frog. Used barrier-condoms were scattered everywhere across the sheets, and her thighs were still glistening with the sticky, pooled trophies of their marathon session.

"..." She remained completely silent, far too utterly exhausted to spare even a single word.

"I’m taking my leave now, Madam. Just make sure to tell your staff that the massage therapy took so long that you completely lost track of time... and please, don’t forget our new agreement about becoming exclusive fuck-buddies until your husband is fully cured," Quinn chuckled, stepping out of the chamber with a deeply satisfied grin.

Creak... click.

"Ngn... I never actually agreed to that..." she muttered weakly into her pillow, far too late to stop him, but as the saying went—what was done.

"Night already... 6:30 PM. What a remarkably productive afternoon, hehe, spending half a day straight just fucking," Quinn sighed in deep contentment, stretching his arms as he walked down the corridor. He had poured wave after wave of intense pleasure directly into her system. There was zero doubt in his mind that she would come back begging for more—maybe not tomorrow, but certainly within the following days.

"Now, it’s time to pay a visit to Sylph. Hehe, the timing couldn’t possibly be any more perfect since we’ve got a built-in cameraman right here." Quinn smirked wickedly, vanishing smoothly from view.

...

Knock, knock.

"Sylph, open the door. It’s just me," Quinn called out, holding a carefully wrapped gift in his spare hand.

"I’m coming right down!" Sylph’s cheerful voice rang out from inside, sounding noticeably happier and more radiant than before.

Creak...

"Ohh, did you actually bring a gift for me, Quinn?" She leaned forward eagerly, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a warm, heartfelt kiss on his cheek.

"Yes, I bought this specially for you. I heard today happens to be your wedding anniversary with big brother."

"Ohh, you put far too much thoughtful effort into this, Quinn... hehe, though you aren’t wrong about the date. Please, come right inside." She stepped aside, playfully swaying her hips and wagging her rear as if silently inviting a swift, affectionate spank.

Spank!

"Ngnn... thank you for that. Hehe, you truly understand me better than anyone else, Quinn..." she giggled, turning her head back with a deep, crimson blush staining her cheeks.

"I know the exact rhythm of your body’s movements by now, Sylph. Don’t worry, I can always anticipate your deepest needs."

"Please, come into the dining room... we’ve prepared a small celebration, a wonderful lavish meal just for the three of us." She eagerly grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the dining area, where Brian was already seated quietly at the head of the table.

"Big brother, I’m so glad you’re already here. Please excuse my brief rudeness," Quinn said smoothly, giving Brian’s shoulder a light, casual tap.

"Yes... I’m always glad when you visit, Quinn," Brian replied, wearing a completely deadpan expression. He had already quietly accepted the grim reality that he was little more than a paper-thin acting husband in his own home.

"You look rather glum for a celebratory dinner, brother. Is something heavy weighing on your mind right now?" Quinn asked smoothly, pulling out an empty chair right next to his own.

"No... I’m doing fine, really. Please enjoy the evening... we’ll be eating a wonderful meal personally prepared by my lovely wife," Brian forced a stiff, unnatural smile. Though it looked agonizingly fake, at least the poor man was trying his best.

"Silly Brian, don’t go calling me your wife when Quinn is sitting right here beside us. Isn’t that right, Quinn?" Sylph purred, pressing herself shamelessly against his side and deliberately squishing her heavy breasts directly against his arm.

"My apologies... slip of the tongue, Sylph."

"Don’t worry about it at all, darling. I still love you... I really, really do love you, Brian... hehe, but you’ll always come in a very close second to Quinn, of course."