The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallways just as they had when he first arrived at this place. But some things were different; the longed-for company was no longer by his side guiding him through the labyrinthine corridors. Now, the one leading—while not Telle—was her, at least seventy percent of her, more or less. He didn't know if the resemblance between them made him feel more prepared or uncomfortable, but none of that mattered now.
He stifled a groan. The hard grip on his chest, dragging him along with bluntness and haste, was starting to hurt.
Tyris advanced relentlessly along a path he didn't recognize. Sunny followed her expectantly; there was little to nothing he could do. With that in mind, his anxious eyes began to wander with less restraint over the incomparable figure before him. Her entire bare back was worthy of being captured in a painting; following his gaze and ignoring the scorched clothes, he reached the spot he inevitably could no longer ignore. Tyris's hips swayed seductively; he didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or if she simply couldn't help it. He had to swallow hard, witnessing firsthand how her backside trembled with every step and movement she made.
The pain he felt had faded into the background; the hypnotic dance in front of him even stole the focus from his stride. Fortunately, his legs kept moving by reflex.
He lost concentration on everything else—enough so that he didn't notice the pressure guiding him had vanished. Suddenly, he bumped into something soft yet firm; he only realized the collision when he was already stumbling and on his way down. Before he could even react, his fall was abruptly cut short. Another force pulled him in a different direction, hoisting him up.
His shoulders were being squeezed carelessly. There was no need to guess who it was; it was obvious.
"Do you think I don't feel your eyes on me?"
The distance between them had been almost nonexistent from the start. Tyris loomed over Sunny like a predator; her heavy breath tickled him, and he could even feel the heat she radiated despite not being pressed together.
"I'm sorry. Did I bother you?"
"Don't ask stupid questions. Of course not, quite the opposite... Don't you dare take your eyes off me. Look at me... look at me." With every pause she took, she leaned closer and closer to Sunny. The pressure on his shoulders intensified, shoving him against the nearest wall.
Beside him stood an expensive-looking vase. Upon hitting the wall, it inevitably shuddered before falling from its stand and shattering into pieces.
Before he even had a chance to point it out, his lips were assaulted. The familiar stench of alcohol greeted him. Tyris's hands didn't stay on his shoulders; they roamed down his body. With a single flick of her hand, she tore the clothes covering his chest. Desperately continuing their path, they moved down toward his trousers. Sunny's eyes popped.
With one hand, he pushed Tyris away from his lips, and with the other, he intercepted the hand about to tear his pants.
"Wait a second! We're in the middle of the hallway! We should be reaching... wherever you're taking me soon, right?"
Tyris stepped back just enough to look at him properly. "Yes, that's right."
"Then let's go—"
"But I can't take it anymore; we're doing it here." Scarcely had she finished her declaration when she broke free from Sunny's grip and reached for his trousers again, yanking on them.
A piece of fabric was effectively ripped away. She tossed it backward with indifference. When she looked back down at the spot where she swore she had her little sweet treat cornered, he was gone.
Sunny waved his hands in the air; a piece of the right side of his trousers had been torn away. "Wait! Wait! Please, there's nothing left at lea—" Before he could plead for common sense, a golden blur flashed before him. In less than a blink, Tyris's strength slammed him against the wall again, but this time the surface didn't hold. The door hinges gave way instantly, and Sunny fell to the floor, hitting his back. Tyris came right after him, landing on top of him and crushing her milky, bountiful breasts against his chest.
He tried to get up, but a hand immediately shoved him back down. Tyris had reacted before him by only a split second. She straddled his waist, her crotch pressing right against the "tent" in Sunny's pants. Tyris's exposed intimacy rubbed against the fabric, soaking his clothes through upon contact alone. The soft, limited friction was enough to make Tyris shudder and lose the strength in her posture; she only avoided falling forward again by bracing herself against Sunny's chest. Even as her body betrayed her with that reaction, her voice and face remained stony.
Sunny tried to slip away discreetly, but the strength pinning him down left no room for escape. Once Tyris recovered, she didn't wait any longer and reached for his trousers.
Despite having his hands free, he wasn't about to engage in a head-to-head struggle with her for several reasons. He had already speculated how disastrous this would be, but things were still getting out of hand. They had agreed this would happen, but he couldn't allow himself to simply roll around in the hallways—even though he technically was already doing it.
In this dire situation, Sunny realized he could no longer remain passive. Just like a while ago, when he decided to counter-attack Tyris under the table, he chose to take the offensive again. If he didn't, he would be nothing more than prey to be devoured.
This was survival.
His right hand shot out, slowing down just before reaching its target. As soon as he touched Tyris's intimacy, his hand became drenched, but he didn't stop there. Casting gentleness aside, he inserted two fingers into her; her advance toward his pants stopped dead. Quickly finding the desperate woman's weak spots, he attacked them without mercy: her clitoris was pressed by his skillful fingers.
Tyris's pelvic area contracted, her back arched, and her arms shook, weakening her support. That moment of weakness was exactly what he was looking for. He raised his legs and kicked off the floor, thrusting his hips upward to finish destabilizing Tyris. He grabbed the woman's shoulder and rolled. The positions flipped: now it was Sunny who loomed over her.
The rotation pulled his fingers from her cavity, and by reflex, he grabbed Tyris's forearms, pinning them against the floor. Now, he was the one pressing his crotch into hers. As soon as he realized this, he let go of Tyris's arms—which hadn't offered any resistance. He was about to push himself back, but he found that the legs behind him had closed shut. Only then did Tyris react; now she was the one grabbing his wrists. She yanked them, causing Sunny's torso to fall; his face went straight into those two magnificent pillows she had for breasts.
But Tyris didn't stop there. Releasing both wrists, she grabbed Sunny's back in a single motion. It wasn't just a grip; she dug her nails in. Despite being protected by his clothes, the fabric tore, letting her nails through. His tough skin didn't give way, but he felt it.
Tyris clung to him like a leech; she wasted no time and began kissing and sucking on his neck. Sunny stood up all at once. Tyris's weight was insignificant given his strength, though he noted she was surprisingly light, at least for how imposing she appeared. He stumbled to his feet; in the brief instant when only one of his feet touched the ground, a gust of wind passed by his feet like a sweep. Then he fell again.
When his back hit another surface, this time it wasn't hard; it was soft—a familiar softness. He turned and saw he had fallen onto a bed. He hadn't noticed, but they were in a room; furnished but lifeless, an unused guest room.
'Did she plan this?'
Tyris emerged from his neck, having completely slicked the area with saliva. In just a few moments, he had fallen into her trap. Her expression revealed nothing, but he knew. He felt the hands behind his back moving to reveal themselves, but he wouldn't be the slower one this time. He quickly wrapped his arms around her back in an embrace and pulled her against his chest. The hug was firm. Tyris tried to push away, but with so little room to maneuver, she couldn't manage anything. To finish it off, he also immobilized her legs by crossing his own behind them.
With their two bodies pressing tightly together, they reached a stalemate.
"Please, calm down," he said, sighing at the end. They both stayed still, one on top of the other, their body heat mingling. "I don't think I'm comfortable with everyone hearing us in case—"
"I don't give a damn," Tyris countered, cutting him off.
"I figured," Sunny sighed.
The moment the brief exchange ended, Tyris moved again; she writhed in his embrace, trying to break free. Sunny understood he wouldn't be able to hold her for much longer; she would quickly slip away, leading to another struggle with unpredictable results.
Sunny had already made the decision to attack, so as soon as Tyris began her attempt to escape, he initiated his countermeasure. Making a risky move, his embrace loosened as one of his arms began to slide down her back, past her waist.
As Sunny's hand moved lower, Tyris found the leverage to push off and free herself from his grip; but just as she was about to trigger her escape, the strength in her arms failed. Their firmness crumbled as she shuddered before losing her resistance entirely, collapsing onto Sunny once more.
"Stop," she ordered in her neutral tone.
"Did I go too far?"
"Just... stop playing... please, give me what I want." Tyris's breathing became subtly heavier.
"I will. But could you at least wait until we reach somewhere private?"
"No." Tyris tried to get up again, only to fall back down due to a wave of shivers running up her spine.
"I've never seen one of these before," Sunny said, curiosity in his voice. He shifted the plug inside Tyris with interest; it was hard to grasp because of how slick the entire inside of her buttocks was. His hand seemed to sink into her ample backside.
After feeling the slippery entrance, he gripped the rim of the plug and began to tug on it while moving it up and down. Sunny understood that Tyris wouldn't give up; in her current state, she was far from even considering it. Therefore, he just had to subdue her enough to calm her down, even if only a little.
But there was a problem, with every movement intended to loosen the toy, it seemed that extracting it became increasingly difficult. Sunny felt Tyris's nails digging into his side, tearing through his clothes like they were nothing; her legs twisted as she buried her head in his shoulder, her breathing deep.
Ignoring the ferocity of the scratches, he continued his assault. With a tug slightly stronger than before, the plug popped out with a wet sound. Tyris jumped, her legs trembling.
Immediately, she pleaded, "Please... just fuck me. Anywhere, but do it," she whispered into his ear.
Sunny's heart skipped a beat. There was something in her expressionless voice that made his hair stand on end; he couldn't deny he was tempted to give in. After all, his hard member was pressed against her belly; with every movement, the pressure became more noticeable. If he felt this way, he couldn't fathom what Tyris was feeling right now; yet, he had to ignore her for a bit longer.
He didn't let the loosened opening close. Barely had the plug come out when he shoved it back in all at once, sending another wave of chills up Tyris's back and a subsequent wave of spasms through her body.
"Enough, I want you now," she whispered again, but it fell on deaf ears once more.
Sunny repeated the same sequence with the toy, pulling it out and reinserting it. The force of Tyris's nails digging into his skin was intense, but not enough to cause him real harm; nevertheless, it still hurt.
"I need it, do it," she pleaded once more.
The slow rhythm he had maintained with each repetition grew faster. Now he skipped the process entirely, focusing solely on extracting and reinserting the plug. Tyris was shaking all over; however, she hadn't lost her speech—quite the opposite.
"Please take me, fuck me, please... you told me you would, please..." she begged incessantly in her emotionless voice.
At first, it was extremely stimulating, but now that she wouldn't stop, it began to irritate Sunny.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck..."
Annoyance began to build within him. Between being turned on by her blatant persistence and being irritated by it, he couldn't help but remember how intense she had been with him after Telle left and they were alone. With those memories, a desire for revenge took hold.
The plug came out, but it wasn't reinserted. Her dilated anus contracted, expecting the next assault, but it didn't come. What didn't stop was Tyris's mantra, though it would soon cease.
"Sunny, my love, fuck me, plea—" Tyris's mouth stopped mid-sentence. Her entire body tensed when, in a swift motion, Sunny dropped his other hand and slipped it behind her, inserting a pair of restless fingers into her backside all at once. Not stopping there, with the slippery plug in his hand, he shoved it into Tyris's mouth, forcing her lips sealed as she received the toy against her palate.
Thrusting hard with his hand and swirling his fingers inside her anal cavity, he proceeded to the next level of his attack. Tyris didn't make a sound, not even a plea; it might have been that the plug in her mouth truly silenced her, but at this point, he didn't care much. He felt satisfied having gotten his revenge for before.
The interior of her anus was overwhelming; even movement became somewhat difficult. Her walls clung to his fingers as if trying to crush them or never let them go, but with a few more thrusts, Sunny felt his clothes—already soaked by the fluids dripping from Tyris's intimacy—become even wetter across his entire lower half.
Any resistance Tyris might have held vanished; with no muscles tensed, her body seemed to want to melt over Sunny. Just like at the start, they both remained motionless on top of one another, sharing their heat. Tyris's ragged breathing tickled him; she didn't seem to offer any more resistance for the moment.
He sighed with relief, though he remained alert for any struggle. If his fingers inside Tyris's vagina were already gripping him with intensity, the interior of her anus was crushing him almost painfully; once the walls had molded to his fingers, trying to withdraw them was harder than expected. Sliding them out slowly, he managed it and let his hand rest on her rounded backside.
"So, have you calmed down?" he asked, whispering into her ear.
Sunny looked at her out of the corner of his eye, expectant. The plug still lay in her mouth; in that moment, he realized he had been carried away a bit by his annoyance. Trying to rectify his outburst, he grabbed the toy and pulled it from her mouth; as it came out, several strings of a mixture of saliva and lubricant followed it.
"No," Tyris replied immediately. Hearing her response, Sunny swallowed hard and braced himself to react. "But if I don't listen to you, I won't get what I want quickly." She pushed herself against the bed, composing herself; the tremors that had occupied her body vanished, and her figure was completely renewed. She straddled his waist. Sunny didn't move; he no longer felt any need for precaution—what she said was true.
"Let's go then," Sunny said, still lying down. His gaze shifted between her face and her breasts; if everything they'd been through hadn't made him fully hard yet, this view was the final straw.
Tyris nodded. He expected her to get off him so they could walk calmly through the hallways, but as he waited, she didn't move. Just as he began to wonder when she would, Tyris stared at the wall beside them for a few moments; then, she raised her hand and delivered a blow.
The wall cracked upon impact and gave way to the force of her punch. Dust rose, and Sunny's eyes widened. Tyris hopped off him nimbly; distracted by the surprise, he didn't realize he was already being dragged across the floor by his wrist until it was too late.
He opened his mouth to speak but didn't know what to say. He felt alarmed about the wall, but immediately remembered it wasn't his and had nothing to do with him—though he didn't stop feeling bewildered. While he wasted time thinking about that, his undignified journey came to an abrupt halt. He looked up at Tyris and saw her raise her fist again; he didn't see the moment of impact, as his attention inevitably drifted under her skirt.
There was only another thunderous crash accompanied by a cloud of dust. Before he could even try to stand, Sunny was yanked like he was nothing while Tyris destroyed the entire place. Along the way, he tried to say something, to make her realize what she was doing, but he was ignored; expensive-looking decorations fell mercilessly under their owner's hand.
At some point, Sunny managed to stand and at least follow Tyris with some dignity. He looked back at the trail of destruction and swallowed hard; it was going to be difficult to hide the evidence of what had happened.
Soon they encountered architecture different from the usual castle style. There was a single, more elegant-looking door in the middle. Tyris slowed her hurried pace as they reached their destination; she reached out and grabbed the handle to turn it, but using too much force, she crushed it in her hand. Tyris stood still for a second observing the door, which, unfortunately—just like the walls—ended up falling with a single strike.
They both entered the room, being careful not to trip over the door on the floor. Sunny stood still, observing the space; it was spacious, incredibly so. It was tidy and well-furnished, but what caught his eye most was the subtly messy super-king-sized bed. He would have stayed absorbed in the luxury of the room, but his instincts jumped in alarm.
Tyris let go of her grip and turned toward him. She walked until she stopped just inches before colliding. "Sunny, I've complied," she said in a voice lower than usual, making it sound deeper. The atmosphere grew thick; the air blew in a strange way, sending a shiver down Sunny's spine. He had assumed that upon reaching the room, the woman before him would have lunged like a wild beast, but she wasn't doing that. Then he realized that, from the beginning, she was already all over him; the wind blew constantly, as if enveloping him. It was already exploring him completely.
"No more complaints?"
"No, I think—" He didn't get to finish as a strong gust of air lashed out at him. From one moment to the next, his clothes exploded; they turned into rags and scattered through the air.
"Huh?" The sound escaped his mouth involuntarily. He looked down at his body and found himself completely naked; nothing covered him at all. Suddenly, he felt pressure on his neck; his feet left the floor. He wasn't suffocating, but he didn't find the grip on his neck pleasant. Before he could utter a complaint, the whole world became a blur; he traveled at top speed only to come to a dead stop the very next instant.
When he hit a soft surface that cushioned his fall, he was dazed by the sudden shift in perspective. Seeing Tyris standing right where he had been just moments before, he realized he was on the same bed that had caught his eye earlier.
Tyris, contrary to her previous haste, began to approach the bed with small, slow steps. She grabbed her already ruined dress and, with one tug, the miraculous thread of fabric finally gave way; her glorious figure came to light. Sunny remained dazed for a moment, contemplating her; his gaze lingered on her toned, flat belly, then on her perfect hips. Her entire naked figure was harmoniously stunning. Even Sunny's jaw dropped slightly; he wouldn't say it out loud unless asked directly, but Tyris was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, by a long shot—naked, it was worth noting.
Completely mesmerized by her peerless figure, he didn't notice when Tyris got so close. She had crawled onto the bed; her breasts, which he had already etched into his memory forever, swayed with every movement she made, giving her an incomparable, hypnotic aura.
Sunny tried to sit up but was shoved back against the bed by Tyris with a single hand. She didn't miss the chance to stroke his bare chest; she paused for a moment upon noticing the snake tattoo running across his torso, but she didn't pay it much mind. Tyris leaned in until she was face-to-face with Sunny; their countenances were just one push away from erupting into a flood of unrestrained kisses.
"I'm going to make you forget about my daughter," she whispered.
Sunny, seeing nothing but Tyris's impassive face, felt his member being gripped by a familiar hand. Tyris, straddling Sunny, lifted her hips and, grabbing his hard member to align it with her eager entrance, drenched him in her juices in an instant.
There was a moment of silence in the room as they stared at each other. Then, Tyris let herself fall fully onto the hard cock, announcing it with a wet clap.
Tyris leaned back, arching her spine, and dug her nails into Sunny's chest; on the other hand, Sunny groaned and clenched his fists at the sudden friction. He had hit the back of her vagina in one go. Before the intense heat of her interior, he was greeted by the incredible pressure of her walls. He had to grit his teeth; the pressure of her vagina over his fully submerged penis, instead of easing, seemed to tighten, wanting to suffocate or milk him—perhaps both. His breathing quickly became heavy.
Tyris's entire lower half trembled uncontrollably, but as if that weren't important, she steadied herself almost the instant she fell. The atrocious pleasure she felt eclipsed any trace of pain the sudden insertion might have caused. her insides burned with the flames of longing; her hips moved on their own as they rose and fell again, triggering waves upon waves of the pleasure she had yearned to feel once more.
Sunny gasped as, relentlessly, Tyris began to rhythmically move up and down on his cock. She rose until she almost let his length escape, only to swallow it all back down at once without any sign of stopping; each plunge was faster and more intense than the last. Sunny instinctively tried to grab Tyris's hips, but mid-motion, his hands were intercepted.
Tyris, without pausing her assault, grabbed Sunny's hands. She leaned over him, pinned his wrists against the bed, and without missing the chance, slammed her lips against his with excessive intensity. It seemed she was trying to devour him in more ways than one; her lips overlapped his, and Sunny couldn't even begin to keep up with the pace.
The sound of the splashing only grew. With his lower half overwhelmed and his upper half restrained, Sunny's eyes went wide as he realized something he never thought would happen.
'Am I being dominated?', he thought, alarmed.
Even if he tried to make a move, Tyris overwhelmed him with more intensity. Once he was pinned still, he realized the truth; it felt strange—he had never experienced anything like this, and it bewildered him not to know whether he was enjoying it or not.
But there was one unmovable fact: he was about to come. Tyris's intense tongue lodged in his mouth did nothing to help him hide or contain it. The fact that he had no control over the movement meant he couldn't rely on his resistance; he was overwhelmed by pure, unbridled lust.
Sunny clenched his hands. He let out a groan beneath Tyris's mouth; her walls were fulfilling their purpose, which was to milk him. He fired several loads of his seed, reaching climax; the semen hit her womb directly, giving Tyris an additional wave of warmth and pleasure. Their lips parted, but their faces stayed close, and her hips stopped, though she didn't release his member.
Tyris let out a breath reeking of alcohol. "Darling, you don't know how much I missed this, how much I needed it... say my name."
Sunny's eyes, seeing nothing but Tyris's face, widened and his eyebrows twitched when the sound of their hips colliding echoed once more. A groan escaped Sunny; his still-sensitive penis was being intensely stimulated again.
"T-Tyr..." Tyris's hand covered his lips.
"No," she cut him off. She let her hand drop, tracing a path from his lips down to his collarbone.
"Sunshine," he managed to say. At the word, Tyris's hips only slammed harder against his.
Normally, it wouldn't take him more than a few breaths to recover completely, but given Tyris's insistence on mercilessly wrecking her vagina, he wasn't catching up. Under the woman's grip, Sunny began to writhe; his heart leaped between desperation and pleasure. Sunny's mind began to go blank; the waves of pleasure were more than he was used to. He gasped constantly while clenching his jaw, grateful that Tyris hadn't reclaimed his lips for the moment.
He narrowed his eyes and winced, reaching yet another peak of pleasure just moments after having come. Another wave of semen flooded the interior of Tyris's narrow vagina; a load even larger than the previous one. The sheer amount overflowed from her, seeping out in gushes.
Tyris let out a long sigh. Her insides convulsed, squeezing Sunny's penis even tighter, thus claiming more of his seed. With just one deep breath, she composed herself entirely; she leaned back and sat on Sunny's waist, her cock serving as a plug to prevent the semen from escaping.
She looked her sweet treat in the eyes; she couldn't stop staring at him. Her insides churned just from doing so; her walls throbbed with pleasure, and his cock was still pulsating inside her. After a long time, she felt alive. A hand traveled down to her belly, bulging with semen; she was completely full, and it made her feel euphoric.
"Sunny," she whispered while staring at him. "Stay with me, always. I'll give you everything." The words hung in the air; Sunny was too dazed to understand them properly. "You'll never work another day in your life. Just forget about that bitch of a daughter of mine and you'll never want for anything again."
Sunny felt disgusted by how she referred to Telle. The feeling was sharp enough to help him recover quickly. "Don't call her that," he huffed.
"I still don't understand you, darling..." She dragged out the last word before a pause. She began to rock her hips again, penetrating herself, but this time in a calmer manner. "I am much more beautiful and desirable, am I not?"
Sunny groaned at the movement; no matter how much he reached climax, his penis wouldn't go down. "You are... but it's different." He turned his face away, stopping his gaze from meeting her eyes.
Tyris's rocking stopped again. The room's temperature dropped suddenly, only to rise much higher than before. Tyris lifted her hips, finally letting Sunny's cock escape; a torrent of semen spilled from her vagina, staining the bed.
"I see... I won't be able to let you leave here until you change your mind." As soon as she announced her decision, she turned her back to him. Sunny was left with the view of Tyris's great, perfect backside. Even in his annoyance, his libido ensured he remained bewildered; she usually hid her entire body beneath her armor, but there it was, all for him.
Tyris reached back, grabbing one of her large cheeks to spread her backside open. With her other hand, she gripped Sunny's hard member and aligned it with her rear entrance. Sunny's heart leaped at the sight and what was coming. Tyris, without any hesitation, leaned back. Sunny's penis entered her anus with great difficulty; unlike before, Tyris didn't plunge in fully—this time she did it more slowly. The only reason for this was that any other way was impossible.
As Tyris pushed against him, Sunny frowned and clenched his jaw. He was barely halfway in and was already at his limit. To say her anal cavity was tight was an understatement; if her vaginal walls seemed to want to milk him, here they were directly trying to cut off his circulation.
Beads of sweat crawled down Sunny's body. He let out a heavy gasp when his cock was completely impaled inside Tyris. He could feel his own pulse inside her; he hadn't fully adapted to it when, without warning, Tyris—who had been sitting on his crotch—let herself fall backward, bouncing against Sunny's chest and crushing him with her weight.
Both her interior and Sunny's member adjusted to the change. Sunny's world became fuzzy from the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed him; the pressure of a hot body on top of him only helped him nearly come again. He clenched his fists and twisted his legs out of instinct. The world blurred as Tyris began her hip movements, tugging at his penis; they were short but intense motions. A moan escaped Sunny's chest right into Tyris's ear.
Suddenly, her hip movements became more intense. Tyris turned around, seeing her sweet treat with his face contorted in pleasure. Her insides tingled and grew hot, as was becoming habitual whenever she looked at him. Her legs trembled, and she let herself fall again, stretching her interior and reaching climax once more. She hadn't shown it thanks to her expressionless face, but between the two of them, she was the one most lost in pleasure; she had lost count of how many times she had come, but she cared little for keeping track. She wouldn't stop until her needs were satiated.
She grabbed the back of Sunny's neck and, leaning toward him, sealed their lips in a passionate kiss, though she pulled away very soon.
"Can that easy daughter of mine do this? I highly doubt it."
Sunny's world looked blurry, but he still caught the question with disgust. "No, not that I know of..." his tongue forced him to say. He wanted to follow up with some words of protest, but he was too focused on not giving in to another orgasm.
"And she can't, she won't. That bold little bitch... she couldn't give you what I would."
Those words she used to refer to his dear Telle disgusted him more and more, to the point of overriding the overwhelming pleasure.
"I told you... not to call her that." His voice trembled, but it gained firmness by the end. His hands, which had been aimless, traveled to Tyris's breasts thanks to the clarity of his annoyance and squeezed them hard; they were like two water balloons, not even fitting in his hand.
"I'll call her whatever I like as long as I have you inside me, darling. That little whore will be erased from your min—" Her voice cut off suddenly. Her hips kept swaying; after all, her own body was doing it on its own.
Sunny, with no desire to repress his rage, roughly pinched Tyris's two erect nipples. He rubbed them between his fingers and tugged on them, stretching her breasts. Tyris's face showed no reaction, but her body did; she jumped and her back arched. She writhed as he treated the beautiful nipples as if he were trying to twist them.
"Stop calling her that," he growled between gasps.
"No, that whore is going to try to take you..."
Sunny gritted his teeth; the cloudiness of his mind mixed with rage. His hands stopped punishing the attractive nipples and moved directly to grip the hips of the woman dominating him, pushing her down to impale his penis completely.
"No... I'm not going to allow... you to keep calling her that." He let out between gasps. He lifted Tyris's backside just to give her a trembling but intense thrust. He was about to lift her again, but suddenly Tyris dropped her hips, counteracting his intensity. A new and overwhelming pressure made his penis rigid inside her rectum. Again, he was about to explode, but he resisted. He gripped Tyris's hips tighter, sinking his fingers into her white porcelain skin. Both began a small struggle of rhythms, each seeking to punish the other.
The room had filled with the sounds of irregular slapping, lacking a fixed beat. Tyris had begun to take the lead; her crushing position made it easy for her to overwhelm Sunny this way.
But Sunny wouldn't let himself be beaten. With every thrust he gave, the space he was in began to vanish, and the world grew smaller and smaller, closing in only on that luxurious room. Since his stay, he had felt overwhelmed and, above all, deep down, annoyed—both with Tyris and with himself. That repressed feeling began to surge within him, taking up more and more ground in his clouded mind.
Suddenly, from one moment to the next, Tyris was no longer galloping on his cock. Before he could realize the turn of events, she was face down with her hips raised. The thrusts against her tight hole continued; the sudden change in position allowed Sunny to direct the rhythm as he pleased.
Tyris tried to push herself up with her hands, but a deep shiver and an electric current ran up her spine, making her lose her breath and her strength; her face fell against the pillow. Despite the incredible pressure of Tyris's anus, Sunny managed to slam into her with ferocity; he couldn't help but lean over her as the waves of pleasure hit.
Still, he didn't stop. Whenever Tyris tried to rise, he shoved her down from the back, forcing her to stay in that position. At another surge of pleasure, Sunny leaned in again; Tyris was still showing signs of wanting to keep trying to get up, so Sunny grabbed her wrists firmly and yanked them back, pressing his hips even tighter. Soon, the thrusts began to grow more and more erratic until climax arrived. Sunny lost his strength and released Tyris's wrists, grabbing her backside hard enough to leave marks with his fingers as he released his seed inside her.
For a few moments, he felt clarity, but it was quickly consumed by cloudiness and an annoyance he couldn't remember the reason for; however, he wasn't in a position to question it. The only thing his body and mind commanded was to free himself from this irritation.
Sunny pushed back, sliding his penis out with great difficulty; after exiting the cavity, he gasped. A torrent of his seed gushed from Tyris's rear entrance, sliding between her legs; her dilated sphincter contracted involuntarily, trying to close. Seeing this, Sunny felt something akin to dizziness, but a heat accompanied it, emerging from his chest and coursing through his entire body. He squeezed Tyris's ass almost by reflex, stretching it; his cock throbbed, ready for another round. He hadn't noticed when this happened; perhaps it always had been.
His chest leaped with strength and desire, burying any other trace of former consciousness. Prepared to follow his instincts, he adjusted himself to strike again, but the backside that was making him drool suddenly moved away.
Tyris crawled away with some trembling, creating space between her and Sunny. Her completely wet thighs slipped against each other, making occasional noises as they parted. She took a second to breathe and then dragged herself to the edge of the bed. Standing up, she took a few steps; the first was shaky, but the next ones grew firmer. She stood there staring at the wall with a hand on her chest. The air in the room was turbulent and erratic; Sunny's hair moved from side to side, following the wind's direction.
"Come here," Tyris ordered, turning around and looking at Sunny—or rather, at the piece of meat between his legs.
Sunny responded to her call by getting out of the bed. At a slow pace, he walked toward where Tyris stood and stopped a step away from her. Looking at her perfect face, he frowned; sparks of rage flickered within him. He was about to take the final step to close the distance, but in an instant, Tyris lunged at him, joining their lips with silent desperation. She grabbed his cheeks and spun him around, slamming him against a tall wardrobe; the furniture creaked audibly under the stress.
The kiss seemed more like a battle than an affectionate union. Both pushed against each other, seeking to overcome the other, and Sunny was no longer going to be gentle. He pulled his hands away from Tyris's waist—his only insurance against being overwhelmed—making a risky gamble: one hand gripped one of Tyris's enormous breasts, kneading it, while the other traveled to her crotch, which was still dripping with his seed. In a swift and accurate move, he found and pinched her clitoris.
The kiss Tyris started broke off as she arched her back; her legs trembled and pulled up. Sunny didn't waste a second. Without stopping his maneuver on her clitoris, he grabbed his assailant's shoulder and inverted the roles: he slammed Tyris against the furniture, making it creak again. Sunny didn't stop there; he adjusted his painfully erect penis, which was pressing against her exposed belly, aligned it with Tyris's entrance, and with a blunt strike, shoved his entire length inside.
Tyris tensed and then lost all the strength in her body. Sunny took advantage of this and leaned into Tyris's defenseless lips, which offered no resistance as they were devoured. Immediately, he pumped his cock, hitting Tyris's womb; he could have sworn the walls of her vagina were squeezing even tighter than before. Incentivized by the exquisite sensation, he thrust his hips almost unconsciously against her.
Tyris tremblingly crossed her arms behind Sunny's neck as she slumped over him. Sunny's hands moved down to Tyris's porcelain thighs; first he gave them a lustful squeeze, then he pulled them toward him and lifted them.
His thrusts never wavered, and the new position only allowed him to continue impaling the woman in his arms with complete freedom. Letting himself go entirely to her tightness, he pushed his whole body forward, crushing himself against her.
The wardrobe creaked one last time before giving way and shattering under the thunderous force. Sunny almost tripped as he lost his support; he gave a quick, improvised stomp on the floor, cracking it, and spun on his axis. To one side was a lower piece of furniture, right at his waist level but with a few things on top.
Tyris's backside swept away the decorations on the furniture; some framed photographs fell to the floor, cracking or breaking completely, along with everything delicate on the surface. Tyris's ass was flattened against the surface where Sunny left her; the moment he set her there, he resumed his unrestrained thrusting, causing the kiss to break.
Groans and gasps escaped his chest without filter; he panted with every strike. He squeezed Tyris's thighs as the climax approached again. "Ahh… Sun… Sunshine," she let slip.
Nails dug into his back with desperation. Sunny, simply shaking his hips, gave another uncontrolled thrust that made Tyris's interior shudder along with the poor low furniture. Semen filled Tyris's interior once more until her belly subtly swelled.
The furniture, while not broken, suffered the consequences of the encounter, and its surface was stained by the mixture of body fluids. Sunny pushed back, uncovering Tyris's filled vagina once more; he felt somewhat dizzy after finishing, and the haze around his eyes began to fade as he recovered.
Tyris's legs were in constant spasms, and her interior burned in many ways, all related to the man standing before her. Her chest leaped at the sight of him; her anus contracted and her vagina burned. The world blurred, except for Sunny. She slid down from the low furniture; unfortunately, Tyris's oversized buttocks caught the edge of the piece, sending it crashing to the floor over all the photographs and decorations.
The crash made Sunny focus on the incredibly desirable woman again; his body burned just by seeing her once more. It was only a second of surprise, but that was all Tyris needed, and she took it without hesitation.
Sunny was on the floor, flat on his back; as he tried to pull himself together, he was interrupted by a soft sensation. His penis was enveloped by two enormous breasts that barely left the tip of his length visible—a tip that was being greedily engulfed by Tyris. Her soft lips sealed over Sunny's glans, allowing her eager tongue to lick the tip, drinking every drop of semen and pre-cum produced.
With both hands, Tyris pressed her breasts against the throbbing, hot penis. Sunny writhed, his breathing erratic; Tyris didn't let him rest after the climax. After a few more licks, Sunny's member pulsed, announcing a new peak of pleasure.
With no desire to choke on his seed again, she made sure to do things right: she pulled her breasts away and dived in deep, harboring the entire member in her mouth. The tip passed her throat, and just as she expected, an enormous load of semen shot out. Unlike before, Tyris received it without issue; the semen traveled directly down her throat to her stomach. The dense shots seemed never-ending; with every swallow came another round of the precious liquid, yet she drank until she was more than satiated.
Once the member had nothing left, she released the still-erect cock from her mouth. Tyris took a breath and stroked her belly; it was the second time she had taken his abundant loads completely. She felt full in more than one sense.
Tyris, who was sitting and digesting her new meal, raised her head as she felt a shadow loom over her. It was Sunny, who had suddenly stood up.
Sunny grabbed Tyris's wrist, forcing her up. By reflex, she stood, but as she did, two arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into an embrace. Sunny slammed his penis back inside all at once, stealing the strength from Tyris's legs and leaving her suspended in the air, held only by his embrace. Sunny understood less and less; his body burned, and everything felt hazy. He wasn't even angry anymore, but an impulse closer to something primitive urged him to keep moving his hips.
His heart beat with satisfaction as he penetrated the woman in his arms as if she were an object rather than a person. His body had craved this for a long time; from the beginning, Sunny had never been able to truly let go. His partners, no matter how resistant, could never keep up with him; in contrast, the expressionless woman in his arms could—and more than that, she could challenge him.
He only needed one hand to hold her in the air. The other hand snuck down, sliding between the crack of Tyris's perfect, large backside. He inserted two fingers into the tight cavity; the pressure tried to expel them, but his insistence was stronger. While he mercilessly penetrated Tyris's dripping vagina, he also stirred her anus as if trying to churn it.
"Wait," Tyris whispered with a slight urgency.
With both holes being stimulated, Tyris tensed and clenched her jaw; the flood of pleasure hit her, and to make matters worse, she couldn't move. Before, she might have liked to moan or let out a grunt of excitement, but now she needed it; she wanted to moan, but she couldn't.
Like a child, her only way to express herself was through her body. Her legs kicked in a tantrum of spasms; she writhed in the strong grip, but none of her attempts to break free yielded any result. The rhythmic penetration in her vagina only grew stronger with every second. Tyris's mind began to go blank; the only thing she could do was unconsciously bite Sunny's shoulder, and even then, she could barely handle the pleasure. She began to grow desperate; completely overwhelmed, her vision started to blur.
"Su-Nn-y," her call came out broken by the thrusts shaking her voice.
Sunny continued to thrust into her without mercy, noticing how the walls of both cavities clung with much more force than before. He frowned at the pleasure and came inside her once more. He was in the clouds; anything anyone could say to him would go in one ear and out the other.
Releasing a deep gasp, he let go of Tyris, letting her fall onto the bed in front of them. Despite all the action, his erect member still showed no signs of tiring.
Looking at the woman lying before him, he observed her body with mixed feelings. A strange sense of ownership and belonging began to grow within him in his altered state. Amidst the haze, Tyris was the only thing that had shape.
He looked at her face and stood stunned for a moment. Tyris, despite her expressionless face, had a distant gaze, and tears were streaming down her cheeks from her beautiful golden eyes, accompanied by a black trail, like it was melting. Apparently, she had put on makeup, but Sunny hadn't noticed; the eyeliner was completely ruined, running down her face like a mark of this moment.
Sunny's heart leaped, and his chest grew warm. He stared at her face and body for a few more seconds until she sat up on the bed and returned his tearful gaze.
Neither said a word, yet they said everything: Sunny with his gaze, and Tyris with the warm gust of wind that stirred his hair.
Tyris turned on the bed and got on her knees, giving Sunny her back. She leaned forward and, grabbing her butt cheeks with both hands, spread her backside, offering herself completely.
In less than a breath, Sunny was already on top of Tyris, gripping her backside, sinking his fingers into her softness. He aligned his penis, ready for another round and perhaps dozens more; he thrust into the tight hole of her ass once again, sliding and forcing his way into her incredibly tight interior.
From that moment on, something inside Sunny switched off and something else switched on. He thrust hard into her ass, and the pressure, just like before, drove him crazy. He paused for a moment to adjust to her tightness; it was barely a couple of breaths, but Tyris began to sway her hips and push back impatiently. She turned around, throwing a glance at him; something inside Sunny stirred as he saw her face in profile, her tears falling and her eyeliner ruined by his intensity. He gripped her backside with desire and pushed again, making Tyris shudder.
Sunny's vision began to blur until it went completely dark. Like a spotlight turning on in a dark room, the black veil vanished, and now he was on top of Tyris, gripping her breasts while penetrating her cunt. They both kept a fixed gaze on each other's eyes; then, juicy lips moved, though they looked blurry.
"Lov… u," Sunny heard words vaguely, without knowing whose they were.
The same darkness appeared in his vision only to vanish again. He saw Tyris on top of him; she looked agitated, but above all, somehow excited. Their fingers were interlaced. Another image in a different situation appeared, and another, and then another—dozens and dozens of residual images, some more vivid than others. As they passed, they grew more extensive. If he put them together and organized them, he would solve the puzzle of what happened, but at that moment, he had no interest; the fulfillment and warmth surpassed all reasoning.
Sunny let out a deep gasp as he reached climax again. He let go of Tyris's backside and fell back into a sitting position.
The room, which had seemed messy before, was now completely wrecked. Luxurious furniture was scattered across the floor or irredeemably destroyed; the walls were cracked, and some were pierced through. Sunny stared at the ceiling, which was at least still intact. The world seemed to want to embrace him, and his body seemed in sync with it; he had never felt this fulfilled before.
The sound of heavy, trembling gasps caught his attention, pulling him out of his moment.
Tyris's arms shook as if from overexertion; she dragged herself across the floor with them, having no other choice. Her lower body simply wouldn't respond to her urge to leave the place. She had reached her limit long ago. From her expressionless face, stained by the makeup stuck to her skin following the trail of her tears, drops continued to fall.
She had crawled a good distance without a fixed direction, but she couldn't take any more. She couldn't be discreet; her clumsy breathing echoed throughout the room, which had fallen silent after the last climax.
Sunny watched her crawl for a few seconds before moving. He stood up as if it were nothing, fully recovered, and walked slowly toward her. He grabbed Tyris's leg and yanked her back, trampling all her effort.
"Where are you going?" Sunny asked with indifference, his voice a bit raspier than usual.
Tyris clenched her fists and bowed her head. "I can't... anymore... so... please," she pleaded with difficulty. She immediately tried to crawl away again, but Sunny never let go of her leg.
"I'm sorry, but I have to keep my word. I'll keep you company tonight, just as I promised. We're only just getting started." He let out a little chuckle at the end that, far from sounding friendly, made Tyris break out in a cold sweat.
Sunny picked up the motionless Tyris and carried her like a princess in his arms. He laid her down gently on the bed; he stared at the trembling woman. Her body, which he had explored in detail over the last several hours, seemed more appetizing with every passing second.
He smiled at the sight. He took a long breath and leaned back, stretching.
"Right! Let's continue, Sunshine," he announced, walking toward the bed and climbing on top of Tyris, who brought her hands to her chest and swallowed audibly.
Those memories, for both Sunny and Tyris, were later shrouded in black. The night continued its course happily amidst warm caresses.
***
Sunny's head was throbbing. It wasn't pain, but it was uncomfortable; that pressure was the first thing he perceived upon waking. He opened his eyes as if he had only blinked; no heaviness or trace of sleep.
He was dazed; he didn't know which way was up or down. His face was against a cold surface. Following logic, he assumed that for some reason, he was on the floor.
Becoming more aware of himself, he felt strange. He only felt the cold of the floor against his face and chest. Pushing himself up, he looked to the sides and then at himself, finally understanding the reason for his discomfort: half of his body was on the floor and the other half was on the bed.
He frowned and stayed confused for a few moments about where he was. The room wasn't familiar, yet it wasn't entirely strange either.
Then his senses, though dazed by the recent awakening, felt another breath. An unknown one. Just like the heartbeat, he didn't recognize it.
He swung his legs off the bed to pull himself together. He stood up and turned toward the breath, still not knowing what was happening. But when he saw who was making the sound, he froze. Not only that—his heart, for a second, ceased its functions.
A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, then another. In front of him was Tyris, lying on the bed. Like a revelation from a vision, fragmented memories hit him; they were clear and abundant enough to understand what had happened perfectly.
A few seconds passed, perhaps minutes, and he stood there staring at the sleeping woman. As his eyes passed over every curve of her body, a new memory hit his mind, shaking the very foundations of his consciousness. Sunny staggered and had to steady himself against the nearest wall.
'I really... I really did it... Now what?'.
Sunny's heart began to pump from the growing anxiety; he had to clutch his chest, seeking stability.
'Stop it'. He closed his eyes tightly, forced his body and mind to calm down, and took a deep breath, clearing his mind.
He looked back at Tyris. He made a face of disgust after scanning her naked body again, noticing this time the stains across her skin, especially her lower half—the marks of his bad decisions.
'Damn it, damn it!... Did this happen because I got horny? It must be that. What else would it be? Oh, gods... now what?'.
Despite trying to maintain his composure, it was impossible not to feel agitated. He scanned the ruined room, which gave him another wave of remorse at its state.
His mouth tasted bitter, and his chest sank in panic. Sunny's mind began to race; he desperately tried to think of something, though he didn't know what to think about specifically.
In his wave of panic, his eyes accidentally landed on a small metallic object. His mind emerged from the chaos. He tiptoed, trying not to make a sound; he bent down to pick up the plug and looked at it with an unreadable expression. He didn't know what to do now that he had it in his hand. Naturally, he would have left it where he found it, and in his altered state, he did exactly that.
He looked toward Tyris, who was lying face down at the edge of the bed; he approached until he stood before her sleeping body.
With his mind blank, his body moved on its own. He grabbed one of Tyris's butt cheeks, which still bore the marks of his hands, and spread her backside enough to insert the plug into the tight hole. There was some initial difficulty, but it eventually slipped in. He released Tyris's large backside, which wobbled subtly for a few moments afterward; the toy hid between her cheeks. Sunny stepped back a few paces, as if that single act could untie him from everything that had happened there.
He stood there, brain empty, staring at nothing. What could have been seconds or minutes passed again, but at some point, the wires in his head finally reconnected.
"Ah," slipped from his mouth.
Sunny's eyes went wide and his jaw trembled. 'Wait, wait, wait, wait... What did I just do? Why did I put it back in? Damn it! What am I doing? Ah, I... Should I take it out?'.
A chaos of questions swirled in his head, with the last one echoing the loudest. Hesitant about what to do, he took a step toward the bed; it took a full minute before he took another. Before him was the backside he had been manhandling just moments ago. He had reached out toward it but pulled his hand back, still unsure of his erratic behavior.
Sunny let out a shaky sigh and reached toward Tyris's backside again; his hand stopped mid-journey but resumed its path nonetheless. He placed his hand on one of the cheeks; his heart was pumping a mile a minute, and his ears were ringing from the pressure.
Her skin was softer than anything else in the world. The warmth enticed him to keep exploring; he trembled with every movement, no matter how subtle. A primal instinct overcame him and, without truly intending to, he gave her a firm squeeze, sinking his fingers into the flesh as if it were the first time. After the involuntary squeeze, Sunny jerked his hand away in dismay.
He didn't have time to dwell on what he'd done, because immediately following the squeeze, the sleeping woman began to wake. She shifted, her muscles stretching. Sunny's world collapsed; his tongue felt as if it had been bitten by a million ants, and his stomach churned.
Tyris pushed herself against the bed, slowly opening her eyes. Sunny's eyes flickered with terror; the situation had officially defeated him. With no other way out, Sunny sank into his own shadow and vanished from the room.
He emerged from the shadows in his familiar shop. He stumbled forward, bracing himself against the counter. He was breathing shallowly, as if he had barely escaped a Cursed Creature by the skin of his teeth. He fleetingly realized he was still naked and formed some makeshift clothes with his essence.
Sunny clutched his head—not in pain, but at the sheer magnitude of his actions. He stopped leaning on the counter and, for some reason, looked out the windows; it was still night. Somewhere in the familiar surroundings of his home, he found something that made him feel more comfortable for some reason. He walked through the dining area until he reached an especially dark corner; he knelt and then sat with his back against the wall, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.
"Oh, no…"