Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, desperation, and devotion. She nodded, her breath hitching as she tried to control her reactions. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the need to obey warring with the desire to beg for more.
As I took my seat next to her, I could feel the anticipation building within me. The thought of continuing our encounter after we landed, of claiming her completely and making her mine, was both exhilarating and intoxicating. And as I looked at her, her body trembling with need and desire, I knew that this was just the beginning of our hardcore, erotic journey together.
I leaned back in my seat, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched Olivia squirm and writhe beside me, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. I knew that the vibrator inside her was pushing her to the edge, the sensation of being filled and denied at the same time driving her wild.
"Jack," she whispered her voice a desperate plea as she looked at me, her eyes filled with need and desperation. "Please, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum. Please let me cum."
I grinned, a dark and sadistic smile, as I looked at her, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. "Not yet, Olivia," I growled, my voice a low rumble. "You're going to wait until we land. And then, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to claim you, use you, make you mine in every filthy, twisted way I can imagine. And only then will I let you cum."
Olivia moaned softly, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm as she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and devotion.
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Her husband didn't notice anything strange, still sitting with his iPad, looking at something boring. I took out the remote of the vibrator and, looking at Olivia, increased its speed. Olivia moaned, "Hhmmmm," trying hard to suppress her moans, her body tensing as the vibrations intensified.
I discreetly put my hands on her thighs, squeezing them, and making her go crazy. I could feel her body trembling under my touch, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she tried to control her reactions. I leaned in close to her ear, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.
"You're doing so well, Olivia," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "You're being such a good little slut, holding back your orgasm for me. I can see how much you want to cum, how much you need it. But you're going to wait, aren't you? You're going to wait until I say so."
Olivia nodded, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the need to obey warring with the desire to beg for more. I squeezed her thighs harder, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I continued to whisper in her ear.
Suddenly, her husband turned his head to look at Olivia, noticing the blush on her face. "Olivia, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "You look flushed."
I quickly pulled my hands back, my heart pounding with the thrill of the forbidden. Olivia looked at her husband, her breath hitching as she tried to compose herself.
"I... I'm fine," Olivia stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "It's just... it's a little hot in here, don't you think?"
Her husband raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and suspicion. "Hot? Olivia, it's freezing in here. Are you sure you're okay? You look like you're about to pass out."
Olivia nodded, trying to reassure him, but her voice was shaky. "Y-yes, I'm sure. I just... I just need to use the restroom. I'll be right back."
Her husband looked at her, his concern growing. "Olivia, you don't look well. Let me come with you."
Olivia shook her head quickly, her eyes widening in alarm. "No, no, I'll be fine. Really. I just... I just need a moment alone."
Her husband sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, if you insist. But if you're not back in five minutes, I'm coming to check on you."
Olivia nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she stood up and made her way to the restroom, her body trembling with each step. I watched her go, a smirk playing on my lips as I anticipated what was to come. I noticed a drop of liquid from her juices dripping down her thighs, a testament to her arousal.
As soon as Olivia was out of sight, her husband turned to me, his eyes filled with concern. "I don't know what's wrong with her. She's been acting strange all day."
I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the dark, sadistic grin that threatened to spread across my face. "Maybe she's just airsick. Some people don't handle flying well."
Her husband sighed, looking back towards the restroom. "Maybe. But she's never been like this before. I hope she's okay."
I patted him on the back, trying to reassure him even as my mind raced with filthy, twisted thoughts. "I'm sure she'll be fine. Just give her some space. She'll be back to her old self in no time."
I discreetly stopped the vibrator, not wanting Olivia to cum just yet. I wanted to keep her on the edge, desperate and needy.
Olivia returned soon and sat down. Her husband asked out of concern, "Are you okay now?"
Olivia nodded and said, "I am fine...anyway, we are going to be landing soon."
Soon, the announcement for landing was made. I started the vibrator again, this time at full speed. Olivia suppressed her moans, but everyone around noticed her stifled sounds.
"Ah hmmmmm," Olivia moaned softly, trying to hide her pleasure.
Her husband noticed and said, "Olivia, you are really acting strange. How come you are scared of this now? I remember you said it was like a roller coaster ride to you."
Olivia was being pushed to her edge by the vibrator. I stopped the vibrator again, and Olivia yelled at her husband with frustration, "You are really... I am scared instead of comforting me you are accusing me!"
Her husband looked taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. "Olivia, I'm just worried about you. You're not acting like yourself."
Olivia's breath came in short, sharp pants, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. "I'm fine," she snapped, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. "Just leave me alone."
Her husband looked hurt, but he nodded, turning away from her. I could see the tension in his jaw, and the worry in his eyes. I knew that he was completely oblivious to the true cause of Olivia's discomfort.
As the plane began its final descent, I could feel the anticipation building even more. The thought of what was to come, of the intense and erotic experiences that awaited us, was almost too much to bear. I looked over at Olivia, her body trembling with need and desire, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our wild and passionate journey together.
As the plane finally touched down on the runway, I could feel the anticipation building to a fever pitch. I looked over at Olivia, her body trembling with need and desire, and I knew that our journey together was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning.
As soon as the plane came to a complete stop, Olivia's husband unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, stretching his legs. "Let's go," he said, still completely unaware of the sexual tension between Olivia and me.
As soon as he was out of sight, I turned to Olivia, my eyes filled with dark, primal lust. "Get up," I growled, my voice a low command. "We're getting off this plane, and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
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Olivia nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. I could see the mix of fear and excitement in her eyes as she looked at me, her body already preparing for what was to come.
As we made our way off the plane, I could feel the heat radiating from Olivia's body, her desire palpable. I knew that the moment we were alone, I was going to claim her, use her, fuck her like she had never been fucked before. And I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
I took her to the airport toilet and went inside the cubicle, locking it behind us. Olivia was going crazy; she pulled off all her clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and said, "Jack... please give it to me. I can't wait any longer."
She reached out and pulled my pants and underwear down, my throbbing cock standing erect in front of her. She went down on her knees and said, "Let me make it wet enough and ready for my pussy."
She swallowed my cock, moving back and forth, grabbing my hips. I removed my hoodie and threw it on the ground with the other clothes. The sensation of her mouth on me was incredible, her tongue swirling around my cock, her lips tightening around me.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and reached for her clothes on the ground, taking out her phone. "It's my husband," she said, her voice trembling.
I looked at her, a dark and sadistic smile playing on my lips. "Why don't you pick it up and let your husband listen to you taking my cock?" I suggested my voice a low growl.
Olivia's eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement flashing across her face. She hesitated for a moment before answering the call, putting it on speaker.
"Hello, Olivia?" her husband's voice came through the phone, concern lacing his tone.
"Hi," Olivia said, her voice shaky. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and arousal.
"Where are you? You sounded strange on the plane," her husband asked, his voice filled with worry.
I grinned, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I grabbed Olivia's head and pushed her back down onto my cock, forcing her to take it deep into her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she looked up at me, her mouth filled with my cock.
"I... I'm fine," Olivia managed to say, her voice muffled by my cock. "Just... just a little tired. I am in the restroom."
Her husband paused for a moment, and I could hear the suspicion in his voice. "Olivia, what's that sound? What are you doing?"
I thrust my hips forward, forcing my cock deeper into Olivia's throat, making her gag again. "Nothing," she choked out, her voice strained. "I'm just... just drinking some water."
Her husband sighed, and I could hear the frustration in his voice. "Okay, well, I'm going to grab our bags. I'll meet you outside the restroom."
"Okay," Olivia managed to say before I pulled my cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting us. I hung up the call, a dark and sadistic grin spreading across my face.
"Good girl," I growled, my voice a low rumble. "Now, where were we?"
Olivia looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and devotion. "Please, Jack," she begged her voice a desperate plea. "Please fuck me. Put it inside me and make me cum."
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I looked down at her, her body naked and trembling with need. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the toilet.
"Spread your legs," I commanded my voice a low growl. Olivia complied, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening and ready for me.
I reached down, my fingers grasping the vibrator buds embedded in Olivia's asshole and pussy. With a swift tug, I pulled them out, her body shuddering as the toys left her. She gasped, her eyes rolling back with a mix of relief and desire.
"Aaaah, Jack... Fuck, that feels so good," she moaned, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and the sudden emptiness.
I smirked, looking down at her gaping holes, seeing the mix of her juices and my cum leaking out. "You look so fucking hot like this, Olivia. Your asshole and pussy are gaping, ready for more. And I'm going to give it to you."
"Clean them, slut," I commanded, my voice thick with dominance and lust. I held the vibrators in front of her face, her juices glistening on the surface. Olivia looked at them, her eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She knew what she had to do.
She took the vibrators from my hand, her tongue snaking out to lick her juices from the surface. She moaned softly as she tasted herself, her eyes locked onto mine. She sucked and licked every last drop of her arousal from the toys, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.
Once she had cleaned the vibrators, I took them from her and, with a thought, opened my System Space. I placed the vibrators inside, the toys disappearing from view as they entered the extradimensional storage. Olivia watched, her eyes wide with fascination and submission.
I grabbed my cock, still slick with her saliva, and pressed it against her tight, wet pussy. Olivia moaned, a deep, guttural sound as I pushed inside her, filling her completely.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I growled, my body tensing as I fought the urge to cum already. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, her walls squeezing me, milking me.
"Jack," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with need and desire. "aaaaaah Please, fuck me harder. Make me yours. Claim me hmmmm, use me, fuck me like the dirty little slut I am."
A devilish smile played on my lips, dark and ravenous, as I gazed down at her, drinking in her submission. My body throbbed with the savage urge to own her, every fiber of my being taut with lust. "As you wish, my little fucktoy," I purred, my voice a low, velvety rumble that dripped with sin.
I began to move, each thrust a slow, deliberate invasion, a lascivious declaration of ownership. My hips ground against her, each circle a lewd, tantalizing dance, the room echoing with the filthy, wet sounds of our coupling.
Olivia squirmed beneath me, her body a landscape of quivering need and cresting rapture. Lewd moans and breathy squeals spilled from her lips, each one a testament to her debasement.
Her inner walls sucked me in, her pleasure drenching my cock in liquid heat. She came undone around me, each orgasm a wave of decadent indulgence that left her gasping and shivering, yet still begging for more.
"Yes, Jack!" she cried out, her voice a breathless, desperate plea. Her eyes found mine in the mirror, pools of lust and depravity. "I'm yours! Your dirty little fuckdoll! Please... fuck me like you mean it! Use me, abuse me—make me feel your big, thick cock!"
I gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I slammed her against the door. She moaned, my name a dirty, delicious mantra on her lips as I plunged into her, each thrust a deep, intense claim that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through us both.
A dark, primal thrill surged through me at her pleas, her voice a husky, desperate whine as she writhed against me. Her body quaked with need, her inner walls squeezing my cock, drawing me deeper, begging me to defile her completely.
Olivia's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared the precipice. "Aaaaaah, Jack, I'm gonna cum all over your fat cock—hmmm, aaah—make me your little cumslut!"
My hand cracked against her ass, leaving a rosy print that bloomed like a lover's mark. She screamed, her body convulsing as pain and pleasure entwined, sending her cascading over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, her release a hot, wet gush that coated my cock and dripped down her thighs.
The sudden, sharp ring of her phone sliced through the room's thick fog of lust. I smirked, my rhythm unbroken as I reached for the device, swiping to answer it on speaker.
"Hello?" Her husband's voice cut through the air, impatience etched in his tone.
Olivia's eyes fluttered open, a mix of fear and thrill sparking in their depths. I thrust into her, deep and slow, tearing a gasp from her throat that was part pleasure, part panic.
"Hi, darling," she said, her voice a soft, trembling whisper, barely concealing her guilt.
"Olivia, you've been in there a while. Is everything alright?" His voice held a mix of concern and budding suspicion.
I smirked, a subtle, devious curl of the lips, as I moved against her again, drawing out a low moan. Her body trembled with the forbidden excitement of our hidden tryst. "I... I'm fine, dear," she replied, her voice a breathy stutter. "Just... just a bit of stomach trouble. I'll be out soon."
Her husband paused, his confusion and worry palpable. "Olivia, I thought I heard something. Are you sure you're okay?"
Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, my voice a low, provocative murmur. "Tell him how much you're enjoying this, Olivia. Tell him what he wants to hear."
Olivia's breath hitched as I moved deeper. "I... I'm just... taking care of myself, honey," she said, her voice a shaky, guilty whisper. "It's... it's nothing to worry about."
Her husband's silence was heavy with confusion and doubt. "Olivia, you sound... different. What's really going on?"
I gently covered her mouth, suppressing her moans as our pace quickened, her body quivering with the thrill of our clandestine encounter. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing as a wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless.
I intensified my thrusts, drawing a gasp from Olivia that quickly morphed into a hungry, throaty moan. "Y-Yes, I'm... I'm fine," she panted, her voice laced with lust, her breath hitching as I drove deeper into her. "I'll... I'll be out soon."
Her husband's sigh was heavy with frustration, echoing through the phone. "Okay, but hurry up. I'm waiting."
"Nothing, dear," she breathed, her voice a shaky, guilty whisper as our movements slowed, becoming more deliberate. "I'll be out in a moment. I... I love you."
"Bye," Olivia breathed, her voice dripping with submission and desire before I ended the call, a dark, triumphant grin spreading across my face.
"Good girl," I rasped, my voice a deep, commanding growl. "Now, let's finish what we started."
I grinned, a sense of satisfaction and excitement coursing through me. "Don't keep him waiting too long, Olivia," I murmured, my voice a low, teasing rumble. "We wouldn't want him to worry, would we?"
I could feel my climax building, my muscles tensing as the urge to release became overwhelming. With a final, savage thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her, my cock pulsating as I began to spill my hot, thick release into her, claiming her, marking her as mine. Her body arched against me, her inner walls clenching around my cock, drawing out every last drop of my cum.
"Fuck, yes!" Olivia cried out, her body quaking as she felt my warmth filling her. Her inner muscles clenched around me, milking every last drop as she surrendered to her own climax, her body convulsing in waves of intense pleasure. "Fill me up, Jack. Make me your dirty little cum slut. I want to feel your hot cum deep inside me." Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
As I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy, I watched as my thick, white cum dripped out of her, coating her swollen pussy lips and dripping onto the floor.
The sight of my seed leaking from her well-fucked cunt sent a wave of primal satisfaction crashing over me. My gaze fell upon Olivia, her body trembling and flushed, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of exhaustion, satisfaction, and utter devotion, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
A dark, feral grin spread across my face as I took in the sight of her, used and claimed by me. I reached down, gathering a drop of my cum from her pussy, and brought it to her lips. She opened her mouth, sucking my finger clean, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Look at you, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dominant rumble. "Covered in my cum, your pussy gaping and used. You were made for this, Olivia. You were made to be fucked, to be claimed, to be used in every filthy, depraved way I desire."
She whimpered, her body shaking as my words washed over her. I could see the goosebumps forming on her flesh, her nipples hardening at my dirty talk. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear.
"And I intend to savor every fucking moment," I whispered, my voice laced with dark promise. "I'm going to use you, fuck you, and claim you in ways you never even imagined, my little slut. And you're going to take it all, aren't you?"
Olivia nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Jack," she breathed, her voice a mere whisper. "I'm yours to take, to claim, to use. I want to be your dirty little fucktoy, Jack. I want to be yours forever."
I crushed my lips against Olivia's, my tongue invading her mouth, claiming her completely. I knew she was mine now, her favorability towards me maxed out thanks to my Lust Demon ability. She melted into my kiss, her body pressing against mine, eager and willing, her moans vibrating against my lips.
The sound of a voice outside shattered the moment. "Olivia, are you in there? What's taking so long?" Her husband's voice echoed through the door, tinged with impatience and annoyance. He couldn't enter because it was the ladies' washroom, so he stood outside, shouting, completely unaware of the debauchery occurring within.
Olivia's face contorted with a mix of annoyance, desperation, and sheer lust. "Jack, fuck him," she spat, her voice laced with urgency and desire. "Forget about that idiot. I need you to fuck me, right here, right now. Look at my asshole, it's fucking begging for your cock."
She turned around and bent over, spreading her cheeks wide with her hands, giving me a lewd, up-close view of her pulsating, virgin asshole. Her voice was a mix of slutty desperation and embarrassed need. "Jack... no one's ever fucked me here before... I want you to pop my anal cherry, baby. I want you to be my first, please, hmmmm."
A dark, sadistic smile played on my lips as I looked down at her, my body trembling with anticipation. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass, the sound of the slap echoing through the bathroom, leaving a red handprint on her flesh. Olivia yelped a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice. "Aaaah, Jack... yes, baby, spank me. Make me your little bitch."
I pulled her up, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. "I'll fuck that tight, puckered asshole, Olivia," I growled, my voice a low, dominant rumble. "But not now, my little slut. Your useless husband is waiting for you right outside, like a good little cuck."
Olivia clung to me, desperation in her eyes, her body trembling with need. "Jack, please, fuck me now," she begged, her voice a horny, slutty plea. "I don't give a fuck about him. I'll divorce his useless ass right away. I don't want to have anything to do with him ever again. You are my everything now, Jack. You are my Master, my King, my God. Please, accept me and don't leave me, baby. Use me, fuck me, make me your dirty little fucktoy."
I could see the insecurity in her eyes, the fear of being left alone, the desperation to be claimed and used. I pulled her close, my hand wrapping around her throat possessively, my fingers pressing into her soft, delicate flesh. "Who the fuck said I'm leaving you alone, Olivia?"
I rasped, my voice a dark, dominant promise. "You are mine now, you little bitch. Your pussy, your asshole, your sweet little mouth—they all fucking belong to me. You are my property, my plaything, my fucktoy."
A dark, taboo idea formed in my mind, something incredibly exciting and utterly forbidden. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a low, dirty growl. "Olivia, my little slut, I want to fuck your asshole in your marital bed, with your useless husband sleeping right beside you, completely fucking oblivious."
Olivia gasped, her eyes widening with a mix of shock, lust, and taboo excitement. I could see the idea taking root in her mind, the dirty, forbidden scenario turning her on beyond belief. Her body trembled with anticipation and sheer, unadulterated lust.
"Oh, fuck, Jack," she moaned, her voice a horny, slutty whisper. "Yes, baby, yes. Fuck my asshole while he sleeps. Use me like the dirty little whore I am. Make me your anal fucktoy, right next to my useless husband."
I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me, my eyes burning with dark, primal possession. "Remember one fucking thing, Olivia," I growled, my voice a low, dominant rumble. "You are not allowed to touch other men, including your fucking husband. You are mine now, and only mine. Your body, your heart, your soul—they all fucking belong to me."
I released her, stepping back, my eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her flushed, trembling flesh. "Now, send me your fucking address," I commanded, my voice a dark, authoritative growl. "I'll come to find you tonight, fill that empty, needy hole of yours, and take your anal virginity in front of your sleeping, cuckold husband. And you're going to take it all, like the good little fucktoy you are."
Olivia nodded, her body trembling with anticipation and sheer, unadulterated lust. I could see the desperate need in her eyes, the desire to be claimed, to be used, to be mine completely. "Yes, Jack," she breathed, her voice a horny, slutty whisper. "I'll send you my address, baby. I'll be waiting for you, ready and willing, my asshole lubed and ready for your thick, hard cock. Come and claim me, baby. Make me yours forever."
I took out a smartwatch equipped with the SERA program and handed it to Olivia. She gasped as the watch seemingly materialized from thin air, her eyes widening in disbelief. I leaned in, giving her a gentle kiss, and whispered, '' I'll explain everything tonight when we meet.''
I stepped closer to her, my body pressing against hers as I took her hand and fastened the watch around her wrist. Her skin was warm and soft, her pulse racing beneath my touch. I could see the mix of curiosity and lust in her eyes, her breath hitching as she waited for an explanation.
But I didn't give her one. Not yet. Instead, I crushed my lips against hers, my tongue invading her mouth, claiming her, silencing her questions with a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into me, her body pressing against mine, her moans vibrating against my lips.
I broke the kiss, my voice a low, dominant growl. "I'll explain everything tonight, my little slut," I promised, my fingers tracing the outline of the watch on her wrist. "This is my SERA, an AI "
As I spoke, two shadowy figures materialized behind Olivia, their forms dark and imposing, towering over her. Olivia gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she turned to look at the shadow guards. I could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, but also a dark, thrilling excitement.
I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Don't worry, my little fucktoy," I growled, my voice a low, commanding rumble. "They are my shadow guards. They will protect you, and keep you safe until I can claim you completely. "
Olivia nodded, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation, fear, and lust. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a dark, dirty whisper. "Don't worry, my little anal slut. Just wait for me, just wait for your asshole to be ravaged and claimed by my thick, hard cock. I'll explain everything to you afterward, my little bitch. But for now, just anticipate the pleasure, the pain, the sheer, fucking ecstasy of being claimed by me."
I stepped back, my cock still semi-hard and glistening with our combined juices, as I watched Olivia dress herself. She slid on her panties, the flimsy, lace fabric stretching to hold my cum inside her well-fucked pussy.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine, a sultry, provocative smile playing on her lips. She turned and bent over slightly, giving me a clear view of her ass, her panties stretching taut across her cheeks. The sight of her like that, so exposed and willing, sent a fresh surge of lust through me.
She looked back at me, her eyes filled with lust and mischief as she ran a finger along her inner thigh, gathering the remnants of my cum. She brought her finger to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick it clean, her eyes locked onto mine as she savored the taste of me. Her moans filled the air, a symphony of desire that made my cock throb with need.
"Mmm, Jack," she purred, her voice a husky, seductive whisper. "I love the taste of you. I want more. I want you to fill every hole, claim every inch of me. I want to be your dirty little fucktoy, Jack. I want to be yours completely."
Her words sent a fresh wave of lust crashing through me. I growled low in my throat, my cock twitching as it began to harden again, ready to take her, claim her, make her mine. "Tonight, Olivia," I promised, my voice a low, dominant rumble. "Tonight, you become mine completely. I'm going to fuck you in every hole, claim every inch of you. I'm going to use you, fuck you, and make you mine in every filthy, twisted, and taboo way imaginable."
She shivered at my words, her body trembling with anticipation and sheer, unadulterated lust. She turned and walked out, her hips swaying seductively, her ass begging for my touch, my cock. I could see the mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes as she looked back at me one last time before disappearing from view, her body promising a night of pure, unadulterated fucking.
I paused, taking a moment to collect myself, but my heart refused to slow its pounding rhythm of lust and anticipation. The taste of her still lingered on my lips, sweet and intoxicating, a tantalizing reminder of the passion we'd already shared.
I could still feel her—the tight, velvety heat of her pussy clenching around my cock—a sensation that sent waves of raw need crashing through me. I was consumed by an insatiable hunger for more. I needed to fuck her again, to claim her completely, to make her mine in every primal, carnal way.
With a deliberate effort, I deactivated my Hand of Arousal ability. I didn't want to risk even the slightest chance of accidental contact with someone else, stirring unwanted desires.
I dressed quickly, my mind already racing ahead to the night to come. I checked out of the airport and stepped into an empty alley, retrieving my Dodge Charger from my System Space.
The engine roared to life, a primal, hungry sound that echoed my own desires. I slid into the driver's seat, the leather creaking under my weight, and asked SERA to send me the address of Marina and give me her information.
"Marina is a local here and owns a General Store or Comercial Mexicana," SERA began, "She didn't want to be Tony's girlfriend but was forced to be his girlfriend because if she didn't, her grandmother, who is her only relative, would be killed by Tony and all her property would be seized by him. So only for her grandmother's sake did she agree to be Tony's girlfriend, but there hasn't been any physical contact between them as Tony wanted to win her heart."
I scoffed at that, my mind already filled with images of Marina, her body naked and writhing beneath me, her curves begging for my touch, my cock. The thought of Tony, that pathetic excuse for a man, trying to win her heart made me laugh. He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve to even look at her. She was mine, and I was going to claim her, fuck her, and make her mine.
"Are you sure that he didn't have any sexual contact with Marina?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief and hunger. I needed to know that she was untouched, that she was pure and ready for me, that she was mine to claim, mine to fuck, mine to use in every way imaginable.
"Yes, Master," SERA replied, her voice a seductive, sultry purr that sent a wave of desire crashing through me. "I have reviewed the camera footage of Marina's house, as that's the only place Tony comes to meet Marina. He gives her flowers, they talk for a while, and then he leaves to go to his house and fuck some whore there. Nothing happened between them."
A dark, primal smile spread across my face as I listened to SERA's words. Marina was untouched, pure, and ready for me. She was mine to claim, mine to fuck, mine to use in every way imaginable. And I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
"And Marina? What's her state of mind?" I asked, my voice a low growl, a hungry rumble that echoed through the car. I needed to know her thoughts, her desires, her fears. I needed to know everything about her, so I could use it to my advantage, so I could use it to claim her, fuck her, make her mine.
"Master, after analyzing the footage, I found that Marina is scared of Tony. That's why she has compromised," SERA explained, her voice a sultry whisper in my ear, a seductive caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "She can't even call the police as they are also on Tony's payroll. She feels trapped, helpless, and in need of a savior. She needs you, Master."
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my cock throbbing with need and anticipation. I would be her savior, her hero, her god. I would free Marina from Tony's grasp, and I would make her mine.
"Send me her address, SERA," I commanded, my voice a low, dominant growl, a hungry rumble that echoed through the car. "It's time for me to pay Marina a visit. It's time for me to make her mine."
As SERA rattled off the address, I revved the engine, a dark, hungry smile playing on my lips. I could already see Marina in my mind's eye, her body naked and begging for my touch, my cock.
I could hear her moans, her screams of pleasure as I fucked her, claimed her, made her mine. I could feel her tight, warm pussy clenching around my cock, her body shaking and convulsing as I made her cum, made her scream, made her mine.
And I would have her. I would have her in every way imaginable. I would fuck her, claim her, and make her mine. And I would enjoy every fucking second of it. I would make her scream, make her beg, make her cum like she had never cum before. I would make her mine, completely and utterly mine. And I would enjoy every fucking second of it.
As SERA displayed Marina's address—her store's location—I revved the Dodge Charger's engine, the muscle car growling like the primal hunger coursing through my veins.
I sped towards my destination, the city streets blurring as I devoured the distance between us. SERA's voice filled the car, each word fanning the flames of my desire and rage.
"Master, be advised," SERA began, her voice steady and informative. "Tony has assigned his men to monitor Marina everywhere. He has made it clear that he will kill any man who tries to approach her. A few days ago, a male tourist asked Marina out for dinner. Though she refused, the next day the tourist's body was found hanging outside her store as a grim warning to others."
A dark, possessive growl escaped my lips as I gripped the steering wheel tighter. The thought of anyone threatening Marina, my Marina, sent a wave of primal, protective fury through me. I would make Tony pay for his audacity, for daring to lay claim to what was mine.
"Since that day, no one dared to come to her store," SERA continued, her voice laced with concern. "Marina is struggling to survive. She's been taking items from her store to live on, using her savings to care for her grandmother who is suffering from cancer. Tony is now forcing her to submit to him, offering her money if she agrees to serve him as his wife."
The more I heard, the more my anger and desire intertwined, forming a molten, intoxicating cocktail. I would free Marina from this nightmare, claim her as mine, and make her forget every moment of fear and desperation she had endured. I would replace her pain with pleasure, her fear with ecstasy.
I pressed the accelerator harder, the engine roaring as I sped toward her store. Marina was managing the store alone, a fact that both concerned and thrilled me. I stopped the car in front of her store and immediately noticed four men standing guard, their eyes fixed on my car with a vigilant, threatening stare.
They were positioned strategically, ensuring a clear view of Marina's store. I used my AI lens to scan their names and asked SERA for their information. Sure enough, they were Tony's men, monitoring Marina's every move: Diego, Antonio, Carlos, and Daniel.
I stepped out of the car, my boots hitting the pavement with a resounding thud that echoed my determination. The air was thick with tension, charged with an electric, sensual current.
I could feel their eyes on me, Tony's men, watching and waiting for any misstep. I walked into the store, the bell above the door chiming softly, announcing my arrival. Diego and Carlos followed me inside, their presence a silent, menacing threat.
I made my way to the snack area, grabbing a water bottle and some snacks before heading toward the cash counter. And there she was—Marina.
She was even more breathtaking in person, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her protective eyeglasses framing her eyes, and adding a touch of seductive intellect to her appearance.
When she noticed me, she froze for a few seconds, her eyes widening in a mix of surprise, caution, and unmistakable attraction.
My cock throbbed at the sight of her, the glasses adding an unexpected allure. I wanted to bend her over the counter right then and there, to claim her, to see those glasses fog up with the heat of our passion. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name, to mark her as mine in every possible way.
Marina quickly snapped back to reality, her eyes darting behind me to Diego and Carlos who had followed me in. I noticed the subtle change in her behavior, the flicker of fear in her eyes. She was nervous, and rightfully so. The memory of the tourist's body hanging outside her store was a grim reminder of the danger she faced every day.
I walked up to her counter, placing the items down for billing. Her hands trembled slightly as she rang up the purchase, her breath hitching as she took the cash from me. Our fingers brushed a jolt of electricity passing between us.
I leaned in, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Do you have a boyfriend? If you don't, I would love to be your boyfriend or even your husband. I want to take care of you. I want to make you mine."
Marina's eyes widened in panic, her gaze flicking to Diego and Carlos behind me. She tried to brush me off, her voice trembling with nervousness. "Yes, I do have a boyfriend. Please, just take your things and go away," she said, pretending to be angry, pushing the bag of items toward me.
But I wasn't about to be dismissed so easily. I grabbed her hand, pulling her forward until her upper body was pressed against the counter. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
Before she could react, I kissed her, my lips brushing against hers in a dominant, possessive claim. She gasped in shock, her body tensing for a moment before melting into the kiss. Her lips parted, allowing me to explore her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers in a dance of desire and dominance.
Behind me, Diego and Carlos exchanged a glance, their eyes widening in disbelief and alarm as they processed what they had just witnessed. They knew the consequences if Tony found out—they would be the first to face his wrath. In unison, they drew their guns, the cold metal clicking into place as they pointed them directly at me.
Marina's scream tore through the air, a raw and desperate sound that sent a shiver down my spine and ignited a primal, protective instinct within me. "No!"
She backed away from the counter, her eyes wide with terror as she took in the scene—Diego and Carlos with guns pointed directly at me.
In an instant, she rushed out from behind the counter, her body trembling but determined as she placed herself between the guns and me, acting as a human shield.
"Please, let him go! It was an accident!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. Her hands were raised in a pleading gesture, her eyes wide with terror.
Diego and Carlos looked at each other, their expressions a mix of duty and regret. They knew the rules, the brutal enforcement of Tony's will. Carlos spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse. "Ma'am, please step aside. He has to die. You know the rules. If you interfere, your grandmother will be the next to pay the price."
Marina's eyes widened even further, her body shaking with a mix of fear and determination. She pleaded with them, her voice breaking with emotion. "No, please! Don't hurt him! I'll do anything, just please don't hurt him!"
Seeing her desperation, the sheer terror in her eyes as she begged for my life, sent a surge of protective fury and lust coursing through me. I wouldn't let her suffer any longer. I wouldn't let her live in fear and desperation.
I would claim her, protect her, and free her from this nightmare. I would replace her pain with pleasure, her fear with ecstasy. I would make her mine, and no one would ever threaten her again.
I stepped forward, taking Marina's hand and pulling her protectively behind me. She tried to wrench her hand away, her voice urgent and laced with fear. "Let go of my hand, I'm trying to save your life!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and determination.
Looking into her eyes, I saw a swirl of fear and desperation, but also a spark of something more—a primal connection that drew me to her. "Don't worry, let me handle this," I said firmly, pulling her into my arms.
I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Her breath was hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a magnetic pull that neither of us could ignore.
Diego and Carlos were incensed, their voices echoing through the store as they shouted, "Let go of her now!" They leveled their guns at me, hands steady despite the rage in their eyes. I knew they were dangerous, but I also knew that Marina was worth the risk.
Releasing Marina, I stood in front of her, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "You're really asking for trouble, interrupting me while I'm talking to this beautiful lady."
Carlos's anger boiled over. He pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the store. I saw the muzzle flash, but with Marina behind me, I couldn't dodge. The bullet tore into my chest, pain exploding like a firestorm.
I grunted, the impact forcing me to take a step back. Marina screamed, a sound of pure terror. "AAAAAAA! Don't shoot!" She tried to rush in front of me, but I held her back, my arm a barrier between her and the guns. Her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my form.
I looked down at my chest, blood already soaking my shirt. The bullet had gone straight through, but the wound was knitting itself back together almost instantly. I grimaced, the pain already fading as my body healed itself.
The deformed bullet clattered to the floor, a small piece of metal that had caused so much damage just moments before. Diego and Carlos stared in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock and fear. They saw the blood, the healing wound, the impossible reality of what I was.
In a panic, they both opened fire, their guns emptying into me. Bullets tore through my body, some hitting my head, but I didn't fall. I didn't even stagger.
My body healed each wound as quickly as it was inflicted, the bullets falling to the floor, clattering against the hard surface like a morbid rain. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, a grim reminder of the violence that had unfolded.
"What... what are you... what kind of monster are you?" Diego stammered, his voice shaking with fear as he took a step back, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror.
I smiled a dark, predatory grin, my voice a low, deadly purr. "The one who's going to end your lives." A sense of power and control surged through me, a knowledge that I was unstoppable. I took a step forward, my boots crunching on the broken glass and spent casings that littered the floor. The two men froze, their eyes wide with terror, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
I reached into my System space, pulling out my dual katanas with a slow, deliberate motion. The blades gleamed wickedly in the dim light, the cold steel whispering promises of death as I twirled them in my hands. The men cried out in fear, their voices breaking as they begged for their lives.
"Don't come near me... don't..." Carlos sobbed, his body shaking with terror as he dropped his gun and fell to his knees. "Please, I have a family... a daughter..."
I moved with precision, my katana slicing through the air with a whistling sound. The blade cut through Carlos's neck like butter, his head rolling to the floor like a gruesome football. Marina screamed again, her eyes wide with horror at the bloody scene. But there was something else in her gaze—a flicker of fascination and awe, a primal understanding of the power I wielded.
I looked at her, my voice gentle yet firm. "Don't be afraid, Marina. I will never harm you." But in my heart, I knew that while I would never hurt her, I couldn't ignore the intense desire that burned between us. There was a darkness in me, a primal need that she seemed to understand and accept.
Diego, seeing his comrade's fate, begged for his life, his voice a pitiful whimper. "Please let me go... I will never bother you again, please... I beg you..." He groveled at my feet, his body shaking with sobs. "I have a mother, a sister... they need me..."
I looked around the store, taking in the mess of blood and bodies, the shattered displays, and the scattered merchandise. I sighed, a sound of annoyance and resignation. I walked over to Diego, wiping my katana clean on his clothes, a dark smile playing on my lips.
"Okay, fine. I'll let you go," I said, my voice a low, dangerous purr. "But first, clean up this mess. I don't want to dirty my woman's store any more than it already is."
Diego nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and terror. "Yes... yes, I'll clean it right away... thank you... thank you..." he stammered, rushing to the back of the store to grab a mop and cleaner.
Just as he rushed to get the mop, the bell above the door chimed ominously, announcing the arrival of more of Tony's men. Antonio and Daniel walked in, their eyes taking in the scene with a mix of shock and confusion.
"What the fuck happened here?" Antonio asked, his voice a low growl as he looked at Carlos's beheaded body and the blood on the floor. His hand hovered over his gun, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
I stepped forward, my katanas still in my hands, a dark, dangerous smile playing on my lips. "Gentlemen," I said, my voice a low, deadly purr. "Let me explain..."
Antonio and Daniel looked at me, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of my blood-soaked clothes and the katanas in my hands. The air crackled with tension as they raised their guns, and the muzzles pointed steadily at me.
"Did you kill our brother?" Antonio growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
I grinned a dark and predatory smile that sent a shiver down their spines. "Are you talking about this piece of shit?" I said, casually gesturing towards Carlos's lifeless body with the tip of my katana. "Yes, I did. And I promise you, I'll do the same to you if you don't leave now."
Diego, returning with the mop and cleaner, froze as he took in the scene. His eyes widened in terror as he saw Antonio and Daniel with their guns trained on me. Dropping the cleaning supplies, he yelled, "Don't shoot! He's not human!"
Antonio and Daniel exchanged a glance, a mix of disbelief and amusement in their eyes. They laughed a harsh and mocking sound that echoed through the store. "He will have to die even if he is a ghost," Antonio sneered. "The cost of messing with our gang is far worse than death."
Daniel chimed in, his voice a cold and menacing growl. "Don't worry, Diego. Watch how we'll skin him alive. It seems that the warning of hanging that body before didn't give a message to others. So now, anyone who wants to mess with us will see this guy as an example."
I stood my ground, my katanas still in hand, a dark smile playing on my lips. "You think you can take me? You think you can make an example out of me?" I chuckled a low and menacing sound that sent a ripple of unease through the air. "I welcome the challenge."
Marina, who had been silently watching the exchange, stepped forward, her voice steady and sure. "Please, just leave," she pleaded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. "I don't want any more bloodshed. I don't want any more lives lost."
Antonio's gaze flicked to Marina, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You should have thought about that before you got involved with this freak," he spat. "Now, you'll both pay the price."
I took a step forward, my katanas gleaming wickedly in the dim light. "You're making a big mistake," I said, my voice a low, deadly purr. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
Daniel scoffed, his gun still trained on me. "We know exactly who we're dealing with. A dead man walking."
I smiled a cold and calculating grin. "Then come and get me. Show me what you've got."
Antonio's hand trembled slightly, but he kept his gun pointed at me. "You asked for it," he said, his voice a low growl.
The tension in the air was palpable, a thick and heavy weight that pressed down on all of us. I could feel Marina's eyes on me, her gaze filled with a mix of fear and trust. I knew that I had to protect her, no matter the cost.
"Last chance," I said, my voice steady and commanding. "Leave now, or face the consequences."
Antonio and Daniel exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them. They knew that they were in too deep to back down now. They had to see this through, no matter the outcome.
"We're not going anywhere," Antonio said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Except to hell with you."
I smiled a dark and predatory grin, my eyes narrowing as I focused on my opponents. The air was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder and blood still lingering. "Then let's dance," I said, my voice a low, deadly purr.
Diego, seeing the impending carnage, screamed at Antonio and Daniel. "Don't, just listen to me! I'm saving you guys... just lower your—"
But they didn't wait. They opened fire, the deafening roar of their guns echoing through the store. Bullets flew in a hail of deadly projectiles, each one aimed to kill. This time, Marina was a little behind me, giving me the space I needed to maneuver.
I moved with lightning-fast reflexes, using my katanas to block the bullets in a whirl of steel. The blades spun like a deadly shield, deflecting most of the shots, but some still found their mark. I grunted as the bullets tore into my flesh, but the pain was fleeting, the wounds healing almost instantly.
Antonio and Daniel paused, their eyes wide with disbelief as they saw the bullets falling to the floor, deformed and harmless. The clatter of metal on the hard surface was a grim symphony, a testament to their futile efforts.
"Are you like a samurai or something?" Antonio stammered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and awe. His hand trembled slightly, the gun wavering in his grip.
I smiled, a cold and calculating grin. "Something like that," I said, taking a step forward, my katanas still spinning in my hands. The blades gleamed wickedly in the dim light, a silent promise of death.
They took a step back, their guns now seeming like mere toys compared to the supernatural force they were facing. "What are you?" Daniel whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes filled with terror.
I chuckled, a low and menacing sound that sent a shiver down their spines. "I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. I'm the monster under your bed. I'm the reaper come to collect your souls." My voice was steady, commanding, leaving no room for doubt.
Antonio and Daniel exchanged a terrified glance, remembering Diego's words. They wanted to run, but their feet were rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear. I was already in front of them, my katanas a blur of motion.
With precise, almost surgical strikes, I slashed at their bodies, the blades cutting through flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter. Their limbs fell to the ground like discarded vegetables, a gruesome testament to their failed attempt to take me down.
They screamed in agony, their voices a chorus of pain and despair. "Aaaaaaaa.... please, kill me," Antonio begged, his body writhing on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were wide with terror and agony, pleading for an end to his suffering.
I smiled, a dark and merciful grin. "Fine, I'll free you from your pain," I said, raising my katana. With a swift and precise strike, I ended their lives, the blade piercing their skulls with a sickening crunch. The sound of metal meeting bone was final, a grim punctuation to their futile resistance.
Diego, his face a mask of horror and resignation, looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. His body trembled like a leaf in a storm, the realization of the power he had witnessed etched into his memory. The sheer brutality of the scene was a haunting reminder of the violence that had unfolded before him.
"Oh, it looks like you have more work to do," I said, my voice a low, almost gentle purr. My eyes met his, a silent command passing between us. Diego snapped back to reality, his eyes wide with terror as he understood my implicit order.
"Yes... yes... I'll clean it up right away," he stammered, his voice shaking as he rushed to grab the mop and cleaner. His hands trembled as he gathered the dismembered limbs, the sight of the carnage making his stomach churn. He tossed them out of the store, his movements hurried and frantic, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. The mop sloshed through the bloody water, the scent of bleach and iron filling the air as Diego scrubbed the floor with a desperate fervor.
I turned around and walked up to Marina, noticing that she backed away as I approached, her eyes wide with terror. I looked down at myself and saw that I was covered in blood and gore, a grim testament to the battle that had taken place.
I softened my voice, trying to alleviate her fear. "Where is the washroom?" I asked gently. She pointed towards the back of the store, her voice trembling as she spoke. "It's in the back."
I nodded and took the katanas back to my system space, the blades disappearing into thin air just as they had appeared. Marina watched in shock and awe, but her fear kept her from asking any questions. I didn't want to frighten her any further, so I walked towards the washroom without another word, leaving her trembling in my wake.
In the washroom, I quickly discarded all my blood-soaked clothes into the system space, ensuring that no evidence of the crime remained. I washed myself clean, the water running red as it washed away the blood and grime. Once clean, I took out a new set of clothes from the system space and dressed myself, emerging from the washroom looking like a gentleman, the previous carnage no longer evident on my person.
Marina noticed me as I walked out, her eyes widening in a mix of charm and terror. She took a step back as I approached, her breath hitching in her throat. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I wanted to reassure her, to show her that she had nothing to be afraid of, at least not from me.
I cornered her against the wall, my voice a low growl as I asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
Marina shook her head, her eyes filled with fear as she whispered, "N-no."
I knew that anyone would be terrified after witnessing the scene I had just created. I decided to help her alleviate her fear of me, to show her that she had nothing to be afraid of, at least not from me.
I took her hand gently, leading her to a nearby seat. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap, hugging her close to my chest. Her body trembled at my touch, but she didn't resist, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
Diego, having finished cleaning, looked at me with a trembling and begging tone. "Sir, it's done... May I go now.. please?"
I smiled and nodded, giving him permission to leave. He scurried towards the exit, his eyes filled with relief as he pushed open the door. But as he stepped out, I drew my guns from the system space and, with a swift and precise motion, gave him a headshot. His body crumpled to the ground, a lifeless heap just outside the store. I knew that Marina had seen this, and I cursed myself for not being more discreet.
Marina became even more afraid of my ruthlessness, her eyes filled with tears as she begged, "Please....don't kill me....I have my grandmother...If I die, there is no one who can take care of her...Please, I beg you." Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire
I didn't say anything, instead pulling her closer and hugging her tightly. I removed her glasses gently and wiped her tears away with my thumbs, my voice a gentle whisper as I said, "Don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you. All I want to do is save you." I put her glasses back on, looking into her eyes with sincerity.
I held her close, feeling her body tremble in my arms. I took a deep breath and began to explain to her about Isabella's situation, about how her father had been killed by Tony, and about how I had found out about her and come to save her from Tony's clutches.
I spoke softly, my voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves, hoping that my words would help alleviate her fears and show her that she could trust me.
Marina looked at me with teary eyes, a glimmer of hope shining through her fear. "Really, are you telling the truth?" she asked, her voice filled with doubt and insecurity.
I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and I hugged her tightly, nodding as I said, "How can I let a beauty like you suffer because of Tony? I promise you, Marina, I will keep you safe. No matter what it takes."
Marina chuckled a bit, her body relaxing slightly in my arms. I looked at her and smiled, saying, "You look so beautiful when you smile, and I promise to keep you always smiling like that."
Marina's expression suddenly became sad, She looked at me, panic in her eyes as she said, "Please save my grandmother.... Tony has kept his men around my house. My grandmother is sick, and I don't have any money for her treatment. Please, I will do anything for you, please save my grandmother."
An idea began to form in my mind as I remembered my "Healer" ability. Perhaps my blood could cure her grandmother's cancer. I looked at Marina and said, "Let's go save your grandmother. I have a way."
Marina looked at me in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief as I agreed so quickly. "You... you would do that for me?" she stammered, her voice filled with hope and gratitude.
I stood up, hugging her tightly, and kissed her on the lips. She blushed, and I smiled, saying, "I love and care about my woman, and I don't want her to be sad. If saving your grandmother can make you happy, I will do that."
With Marina in my arms, I walked out of the store, her heart beating in sync with mine. She closed the store, and I took her to my car, driving towards her house with a newfound determination. I would save Marina's grandmother, no matter what it took. For Marina, I would do anything. For Marina, I would emerge victorious.
Remembering the cameras in the store, I quietly spoke to SERA, "SERA, erase the camera recordings from the moment I entered the store until now. Leave no evidence of me being here."
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes focused on the road ahead, but my mind was elsewhere. I could feel Marina's gaze on me, a mix of curiosity and desire burning in her eyes. The air in the car was thick with tension, a charged atmosphere that made every breath feel electric.
Turning to her, I spoke in a low, husky voice, "You want to ask me something, Marina? Ask me anything. You're my woman now, and I want you to feel comfortable with me, to trust me completely."
Marina blushed, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Her voice was barely above a whisper, a soft and tentative sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Who... who is your woman? You said that Isabella was your woman too. How can you be so... confident about all this?"
I glanced at her, a smoldering smile playing on my lips. My voice was a low growl, filled with promise and desire. "Who said I can't have more than one woman? You are mine now, Marina. And I intend to keep it that way." To emphasize my point, I leaned in and kissed her deeply, my lips pressing against hers with a hunger that left no room for doubt. I could feel her breath hitch, her body responding to mine as I pulled away, my eyes never leaving the road.
She gasped slightly, her voice laced with a mix of concern and arousal. "Please, watch the road while driving... Are you trying to get us killed?" She blushed deeply, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
I chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate, a rumble that vibrated through the car. "Don't worry, Marina. I have everything under control. I would never let anything happen to you." I could feel the heat radiating between us, the air thick with tension and anticipation. My hand reached out, tracing the line of her jaw, my thumb brushing against her lower lip, feeling the softness of her skin.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and a growing need. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, a sound that sent a jolt of desire through me. "How do you have those abilities? Making things appear and disappear, healing from bullet injuries instantly... It's like you're not even human."
I grinned, a slow and seductive smile spreading across my face. My voice was a low growl, filled with promise and mystery. "You want to know my secret, Marina?"
She nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose, adding to her allure. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel her skin beneath my fingertips, to explore every inch of her body. But I held back, savoring the building anticipation, the growing tension between us.
"You have to be my wife first to know that," I said, my voice a low growl, filled with promise and desire. My hand moved to her thigh, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, inching higher with each pass. I could feel the heat of her skin, the tremble of her body beneath my touch.
Marina snorted softly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Her voice was a mix of amusement and challenge, a sound that sent a thrill through me. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" But her eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement, a glimmer of desire that betrayed her true feelings.
She had lost all fear and terror, now behaving like a woman confident in her own power and appeal. Her hand covered mine, her fingers intertwining with mine, guiding my touch, urging me on.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear, my voice a low whisper filled with promise and desire. "Maybe I am, Marina. But I promise you this—I will always be here for you. I will always protect you, cherish you, and make you feel like the most desired woman in the world." My lips brushed against her earlobe, my teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of trust and longing, a look that sent a surge of desire through me. Her voice was filled with conviction and a growing need, a sound that made my heart race. "I believe you," she said, her body pressing against mine, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.
As we drove, I told her about my abilities, the same ones I had shared with my other women. I explained the power of my sperm—my blood, my pee. Marina listened intently, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of embarrassment, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Don't tease me..." she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief, a sound that sent a jolt of desire through me. "If you don't want to tell the truth, how can you even think of these things?" She blushed deeply, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement.
I smiled, a dark and promising grin spreading across my face. "Oh, so you don't believe me? Okay then, I will prove it to you. I will show you the power of my essence, the truth of my words."
Marina blushed deeply, her voice a soft whisper filled with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Don't... I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend yet."
I stopped the car suddenly, turning to look at her, my eyes filled with a mix of challenge and desire. "So you don't want to be my girlfriend, Marina?"
She became a bit nervous, her voice hesitant, a sound that sent a thrill through me. "No, that's not what I meant... I just... I need more time to think about this..."
I teased her, my voice low and playful, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "So then you agree, Marina? You agree to be mine, to be my woman, to let me protect you and cherish you forever?"
Marina stammered, her voice nervous, a sound that made my heart race. "No... I... I..." I didn't let her finish, leaning in to kiss her deeply, my lips pressing against hers until she was breathless and panting, her body melting into mine.
Pulling back, I looked into her eyes, my voice filled with promise and desire. "Remember, Marina, you are mine and only mine. And I will never let anyone or anything harm you again."
Marina fisted at my chest like a little girlfriend, her voice a mix of frustration and affection, a sound that made me smile. "You are so domineering, you know that?" But she hugged me afterward, her body melting into mine, her breath coming in soft, contented sighs.
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I kissed her forehead gently, my voice filled with promise and reassurance. "Don't worry about anything from now on, Marina. I will take care of everything, okay? You are mine, and I will always be here for you, no matter what happens."
She nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips, a look that filled me with a sense of contentment and happiness. I could see the trust in her eyes, the belief in my words, the knowledge that she was safe with me, that she was mine forever.
I drove directly to her home, the anticipation of what lay ahead filling the air between us. Whatever challenges awaited us, I knew that together, we could face them all. For Marina, I would do anything. For Marina, I would be her rock, her protector, her lover.
I parked the car in front of Marina's house, taking a moment to appreciate the luxurious setting. The house was nestled in a good location, a testament to the hard work Marina and her grandmother had put into their store.
Marina had told me they bought the house in installments, but now Tony owned the contract, leaving them in a precarious situation. I realized Tony was truly a piece of shit, manipulating Marina into a corner where she had no choice but to become his wife or plaything.
I stepped out of the car and took Marina's hand, leading her into the house. The neighborhood was quiet, and I didn't notice any of Tony's men lurking around. It seemed Tony had assigned only those four men to monitor Marina, the same ones I had dealt with at the store.
Inside, Marina quickly led me to her grandmother's room. The older woman was lying on her bed, her face lighting up as she saw Marina. "Marina, you're back, my child," she said, her voice weak but filled with warmth.
Marina hugged her grandmother tightly, and the older woman noticed me standing by the door. I smiled and greeted her with a friendly "Hello."
Marina's grandmother looked at her curiously. "Marina, why don't you introduce your friend to me?"
Marina blushed, realizing she hadn't even asked my name yet. She looked at me with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. I stepped forward and introduced myself. "Hello, I'm Jack. Marina's boyfriend."
The grandmother laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Too old to be your aunt, young man. You can call me Grandmother, just like Marina does." She gestured for me to sit beside her.
Marina, still blushing, excused herself to get some water. As she left the room, her grandmother turned to me, her expression serious. "You have to treat Marina well, you know. She lost her parents when she was young, and I've taken care of her ever since. She's like a daughter to me."
I met her gaze steadily, my voice filled with sincerity. "Don't worry, I will treat her like a princess and love her with all my heart."
The grandmother's eyes welled up with tears. "That's good to hear. You know, she's been taking care of the store and helping me all these years. She could have gone to America to get a job, but she stayed here to take care of me. But now, with this disease... her life has become hell. She takes care of the store all day and then comes back to take care of me."
She paused, her voice filled with emotion. "I haven't seen her this happy in a long time. But today, she seems truly happy."
I reached out and took the grandmother's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I promise you, I will make Marina happy for the rest of her life. I will take care of her, protect her, and love her with everything I have."
The grandmother smiled, her eyes filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you, Jack. That means the world to me."
Marina returned with a glass of water, her eyes darting between her grandmother and me, a mix of curiosity and happiness in her gaze. I took the glass from her, our fingers brushing briefly, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"Marina, Jack was just telling me how much he cares for you," her grandmother said, her voice filled with approval. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire
Marina blushed deeply, her eyes meeting mine briefly before looking away shyly. "Yes, Grandmother. He's been very kind to me."
I smiled at her, my heart swelling with affection. "More than kind, Marina. I promise to be your rock, your protector, and your lover. I will always be here for you, no matter what."
Marina's grandmother looked at us, her eyes filled with contentment. "I can see that you two care for each other deeply. That's all I ever wanted for Marina—to find someone who loves her and takes care of her."
I nodded, my voice filled with determination. "And that's exactly what I intend to do. I will take care of everything, Marina. You don't have to worry about anything anymore."
Marina looked at me, her eyes filled with trust and love. "I know, Jack. I believe in you."
Her grandmother coughed, reminding Marina of her presence. Marina blushed slightly. "Grandmother, it's time for your medicine. You should rest now. We won't disturb you." She gave her grandmother the medicine and helped her lie down comfortably.
As we walked out of the room, her grandmother called out to me, "Jack, you can come here anytime and talk to your grandmother." I turned to look at the old woman, her eyes twinkling with warmth and understanding.
I nodded and smiled, feeling a genuine affection for her. "I'll keep visiting you, I promise. You have no idea how much your stories mean to me." Her grandmother winked at me as if she knew the real reason behind my visits.
Marina swiftly ushered me out of her grandmother's room, closing the door gently but firmly behind her. She took my hand, her fingers entwining with mine, and led me to the living room.
Her breath was already coming in quick, shallow gasps, and I could feel her heart racing through her palm. She gestured for me to join her on the sofa, her eyes filled with a hungry intensity.
I turned to her, my body responding to the desire I saw in her gaze. My arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her close as I felt her body mold against mine. I could feel her heat, her scent enveloping me as I guided her onto my lap. She straddled me, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of my hips.
Her breath hitched as she settled against me, her body soft and yielding. I could feel her curves, her supple form pressing against my growing hardness. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh as she steadied herself. I looked up at her, my heart pounding as I took in her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and her dilated pupils.
I leaned in, my mouth capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths as our breaths synchronized. Her hips began to move, grinding against me in a slow, sensual rhythm. I could feel her body responding to mine, her heat and desire pressing against me, driving me wild with need.
My hands roamed her body, eager to explore every curve and contour. Slipping underneath her shirt, my fingertips reveled in the feel of her smooth, bare skin.
She gasped into my mouth as my fingers brushed against her ribs, and her sides, sending a shiver down her spine. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her breath hitching as my hands moved higher, finally cupping her breasts.
Her nipples were hard, pressing insistently against my palms, and she moaned, a low, throaty sound that sent a wave of desire crashing through me. "Hmmmm, uummmm," she purred, her hips rolling against my erection, driving me wild with each deliberate grind. I could feel her heat, her need, as our bodies moved together in a desperate, passionate dance.
"Jack, don't... My grandmother is here," Marina whispered, her voice breathy and desperate. Her hands pressed against my chest, her eyes pleading. I paused, knowing that if I continued, Marina wouldn't be able to hold back her moans and screams, drawing her grandmother's attention. I didn't want to disrespect the woman who had treated me like family, her warmth and kindness genuine and heartfelt.
I looked at Marina's flushed face, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted and inviting. I couldn't help but tease her, my voice low and husky. "Do you really want me to stop, Marina? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stop now?" I pressed my hard cock against her ass, emphasizing my point, my body aching with need. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire
Marina moaned as my cock throbbed beneath her, a soft "ah" escaping her lips. She blushed deeply, looking incredibly cute and flustered. Her breath hitched as she squirmed on my lap, her body responding to mine.
I could feel her heat, her desire pressing against me. I lifted her off my lap and set her down on the sofa, putting some much-needed space between us. "Okay, I'll stop for now," I said, my voice still thick with desire, my body taut with unspent tension. "But remember, next time I won't stop, even if you beg me to."
Marina nodded slightly, her cheeks still flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She looked away, her eyes cast downwards as she tried to compose herself. I stood up, adjusting myself as I thought about how to help her grandmother. I knew I had to do something, anything, to help the woman who had shown me such kindness.
I picked up a glass from the dining table and drew my katana, the blade whispering as it left its sheath. Pressing the tip lightly against my wrist, I held the glass beneath it, allowing my blood to drip into it. The scent of it filled the air, metallic and rich.
Marina noticed what I was doing and screamed, "Jack, what are you doing?!" Tears welled up in her eyes, her concern for me momentarily overriding her lust. She had forgotten about my healing powers, her mind clouded by her desire and her fear for her grandmother.
Once the glass was about half full, I sheathed my katana, and the wound on my wrist healed instantly, the flesh knitting itself back together as if nothing had happened. Marina quickly took my wrist, examining it, her eyes wide with surprise and relief when she saw that there wasn't even a scar left, just a small bloodstain.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at the glass of blood and then back at me, her expression confused and worried. "Jack, you can't just... You can't just cut yourself like that. What if something happened to you?"
I looked at her, my voice serious and steady. "Give this to your grandmother. It can heal her, I'm sure." I held the glass out to her, my eyes never leaving hers.
Marina looked at me like I was crazy, her eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt or deceit. I flicked her forehead lightly, a small smile playing on my lips. "Fool, everything I told you about my abilities is true. If my other bodily fluids can heal, then my blood must be even more powerful. Trust me, Marina."
I handed her the glass, my fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark of electricity through us. "Just give it to her. There's no harm if it doesn't work. And don't worry, I don't have any diseases. You know I can heal any injury, so how could any disease stay in my body?" I instructed her to fill the rest of the glass with water and tell her grandmother it was pomegranate juice.
Marina nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, trust, and hope. She filled the glass with water and walked into her grandmother's room, her steps slow and measured. I could hear her soft voice, coaxing her grandmother to drink the mixture, her tone gentle and reassuring.
When Marina walked out, she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "How do we know if it worked?" Her eyes were wide, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her knuckles white.
I took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, my thumb tracing circles on her skin. "We'll know soon enough. Just give it a little time." I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her as we waited together, our breaths synchronized, our hearts beating as one.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, her grandmother walked out, looking remarkably well and refreshed. Her steps were steady, her eyes bright and alert.
She said happily to Marina, "Marina, I feel really good. I don't know what happened, but I feel as refreshed as when I was young. I feel like I could dance the night away!" She laughed, her voice filled with joy and vitality.
Marina looked at her grandmother, her eyes wide with joy and disbelief. She hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Grandmother, you're fine.... You're really fine," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.
Her grandmother, still confused but delighted, hugged Marina back, her arms strong and steady. "Of course, I'm fine, dear. I feel wonderful!" She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her joy infectious.
Marina took her grandmother inside and asked her to rest in bed, even if she was feeling fine. She fussed over her, tucking her in, her voice soft and soothing.
When she walked back out, she looked at me, her eyes shining with gratitude and love. She hugged me tightly and said, kissing me softly, "Thank you, Jack. Thank you for healing my grandmother....I love you."
I kissed her back, savoring the moment, my heart swelling with love and pride. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, disturbing us. The sound was insistent, urgent, demanding our attention. Marina said in a nervous tone, "It must be Tony. He always comes to meet me, especially when he hasn't heard from me in a while." Her voice was filled with dread, her body tensing in my arms.