Plundering Everything I Want

Creak! Creak

The bed creaked with the fierce rhythm of their bodies.

"Close... almost!"

"Hurry..." Jill's voice was breathless.

She wasn't sure if she wanted him to finish faster or fuck deeper. Either way, she felt shame creeping in.

'What am I saying? I sound like a slut begging for sex.'

Despite her resistance, after being fucked for so long, Jill had gotten caught up in the heat, and her hips lifted instinctively, wanting more.

"Cuming… Jill, I'm gonna fill you up and fuck you every day!"

"Hmm..."

Moaning coquetishly, she felt a surge of heat flooding her insides, filling her womb with an overwhelming warmth that spread through her lower abdomen.

After a few moments of rest, Jill gave him a firm push, breathless but trying to regain control.

"Alright, you can leave now. Don't come looking for me again. I'll let this slide, but if you pull this stunt next time, I swear I'll kill you."

"Sure, whatever you say. But I'm not done with you yet, Jill. I barely got started. Hehe, I'm gonna cum all over you today."

"Ah! You beast, you're still not satisfied?!"

Ignoring her response, he yanked her up, his hands gripping her firm ass, lifting her effortlessly. His cock, already rock-hard again, thrust into her vagina effortlessly.

Clap—Clap—Clap—Clap

Thrust after thrust echoed through the room, and another round began. This time an idea flickered in Tristan's mind.

He carried Jill up, fucking her without pause, walking her around the room like a toy in his arms.

She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck in submission, legs locked around his waist.

Her face pressed into his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. She knew her expression must be shamefully lewd, but her flushed face and heavy breaths betrayed how lost in lust she was. She was now clinging to him like a koala, breathless, with soft hums escaping her lips in sync with his rhythm.

Suddenly…

Ring-ring! Ring-ring!

At that moment, the phone rang—an old landline in Jill's apartment.

Tristan grinned wickedly, pulling Jill closer while his cock was still deep inside her.

"Go on. Answer the phone."

Giving him a weak glare and still panting softly, she reached for the phone, her hand trembling slightly as she lifted it to her ear.

"H-hello?"

"Jill, it's Chris. Are you okay?"

Chris had just left the hospital with only minor injuries. He wanted to invite her out for dinner, hoping they could grow closer. They weren't officially a couple, but spending more time together seemed like a good step forward.

Tristan was fucking Jill while eavesdropping. Hearing Chris's voice over the phone gave him a twisted pleasure. 

His excitement spiked at the thought of fucking her while her would-be lover was obliviously chatting with her.

'This is just like an NTR scene,' Tristan thought with dark amusement. The rush of being the villain stealing away the heroine sent a pleasurable chill through him.

"Mmm!"

Jill could clearly feel the dick in her body becoming swollen again, stretching her vagina to the extreme. 

Even the speed of his thrusting increased. She had to press her hand against his chest, trying to stifle the lewd noises of their bodies colliding.

"What's wrong, Jill? Are you okay?" 

Chris sensed something wasn't right, though he couldn't possibly imagine what was really happening.

"Uh... I'm fine... I drank a bit too much last night, and I'm still feeling a little dizzy... Is there anything else you need?"

Her eyes pleaded with Tristan to stop, or at least slow down, but he only grinned wider, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

Chris, oblivious, continued. "I was thinking... maybe we could grab dinner tonight? Are you free?"

Tristan's cock slammed into her again, making it impossible for her to focus. She tried to speak, but the words choked her, and her breathing was ragged.

"N-not tonight... Maybe another day..."

Her voice wavered, and Chris picked up on the strange tone.

"Alright, you don't sound too well. Take care of yourself, Jill. We'll talk later."

"Yeah,"

She breathed in relied just before hanging up, but she barely had a moment to collect herself before the pleasure overtook her, and her entire body shuddered as waves of ecstasy hit her in rapid succession.

Her large breasts were marked with kisses and light bite marks, the pale skin now glistening with beads of sweat, flushed red, and dotted with hickeys. Her labia majora was originally very thin, but due to the loss of virginity and the long-term sex, it became a little red and swollen.

"Huff… huff… huff…"

The sound of her breathing was heavy and labored—the unmistakable panting of a woman thoroughly fucked. There was no moaning, no theatrical cries like that of a prostitute—only the raw, guttural sound of pleasure.

Even a strong woman like Jill couldn't stand it anymore. She had been fucked for two hours. She woke up early in the morning and was very angry because she found that she was raped. After the confrontation, she was raped again.

She was now completely drained and almost starving.

"Well, I'm going to cum soon!"

"Then hurry up."

She bit her lip and urged, though her mind was conflicted. She didn't know how to face Tristan, the shameless man who seemed to harbor such intense feelings for her. It wasn't that she hated him—quite the opposite.

Women were complex. Jill didn't like Tristan, not in the romantic sense, but something about him stirred emotions she couldn't easily explain.

When a man loves you with obsession, if he's weak and pitiful, it's repulsive. But if he's rough, dominant, and dangerous… sometimes it's hard to hate him.

There's a strange pride in being the object of such intense desire, even if it's wrong. Jill knew she should despise him, yet a part of her felt… satisfied.

Soon, Tristan reached his peak.

Her hands instinctively covered her breasts, feeling the rough heat of Tristan's hands over hers. As they moved together, her eyes wandered to the mirror beside the bed, where she saw their reflection—her naked body, his muscular frame above her.

The sight made her heart race, and for a moment, a flicker of shame crossed her face. But beneath that shame, an insatiable desire stirred once again. She could feel her own climax building.

How many times had she cum today? She had lost count, but one thing was clear: she no longer hated Tristan. She didn't hate the man who had taken her innocence.

"Cum inside me."

Declaring that he could cum inside her without a condom made Jill feel extremely ashamed.

Shame over her sinfulness pushed her desire to its highest level right away, and there was an instant climax.

The harmony of the vagina and the penis formed a strange yin-yang cycle, and both Tristan and Jill felt incomparably wonderful.

A mysterious aura circulated in the bodies of the two people. But since Jill didn't know the Ecstacy Heart Sutra, it only slightly improved her beauty and made her healthy. 

The two of them quietly enjoyed this feeling of perfect harmony for five minutes before Jill came back to her senses.

Her eyes were blurry, and she also felt something coming out—the semen that the man had shot into her body. At this time, she became a little worried and couldn't help twisting her hips.

"Tristan, pull it out quickly, you shot too much!"

"If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility." Tristan chuckled, pulling her closer.

"No, this is the last time. Don't bother me anymore; you know what will happen if you make me angry!"

"Okay, but you're still my woman. Just ask if you need any help."

With a final, satisfied grunt, Tristan pulled out and got to his feet. Jill, exhausted, covered her sore privates with one hand as she shakily made her way to the bathroom, her legs trembling and weak from hours of sex.

The door slammed shut behind her.

In the meantime, Tristan went first to the living room, cleaned up the evidence from last night of him drugging her drink and water, put on his pants, and went out.

He had to do something.

When Jill came out of the shower, she found that Tristan had left.

She felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. He was the man who had taken her virginity, after all. Part of her couldn't help but feel it was heartless for him to leave without a word.

But that was a contradiction, wasn't it?

Women push men away, and when they leave, we curse them for being heartless.

Grumble!

Her stomach growled loudly. She was starving after being fucked so thoroughly. With unsteady legs, she moved to make herself something to eat. But it was then that she heard the room's door open.

Tristan stepped in, holding a large bag of food.

"Are you done washing up? I figured you'd be hungry, so I brought some food. There's stew, too. It'll help you recover."

Jill's eyes were a little complicated. He'd taken everything from her—her virginity, her dignity—and now looking at him setting the food in front of her, her heart was very complicated.

She didn't know how to face him. Once he finished his work, she let out a scream.

"Get out, I don't want to see you."

"Jeez, what a world, huh? No respect for the good guys."

"I told you to leave before I shoot you!"

"You're my woman, why are you so hearless towards your own man? You want to be a widow?"

He retorted with a grin, and before she could react, he leaned in, gave her a quick kiss, and ran away.

"Bastard! I'm not your woman!"

With a chill in her eyes, she looked at Tristan fleeing.

However, as the room door closed, a smile returned to the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that she was also an extremely complicated and contradictory woman.