An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Chapter 208: Taboo Night***

"Every… last… inch."

His words were a command, a fucking challenge, and gods help her, but her body was ready to rise to it.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers trembling as she gripped his cock tighter, guiding the throbbing, veined beast inch by merciless inch into her soaked, needy entrance.

Stretch.

Burn.

Pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Her pussy clenched hard, the walls of her tight, greedy cunt struggling to take him in. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the sheer heat of his cock branding her from the inside out.

"Fuck—fuck, it's so big—" she whimpered, her legs shaking as she forced herself down, taking more, taking deeper.

Arthur groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his self-control hanging by a goddamn thread.

"You can take it." His voice was a low growl, his cock twitching inside her, teasing her walls already stretched tight around him. "Look at you, taking me so well—like this perfect little cunt was made for me."

Her eyes fluttered, her lips parted in a soundless moan as the final few inches pushed in, her body giving way to his size, surrendering to the sheer force of him.

"O-oh gods—" her voice was breathless, broken, "i-it's all in—it's all in—!"

Arthur hissed, his hands gripping her thighs now, spreading her open wider, forcing her to feel every fucking inch buried deep inside her.

"Shit. You're squeezing me so damn tight—" he groaned, his cock pulsing inside her, twitching against her most sensitive spots. "I can feel you struggling to handle it, love. Feel how full you are?"

She sobbed, her nails digging into his forearm, her walls fluttering around him, stretched beyond belief, her clit throbbing from the overwhelming fullness.

"S-so full… too much…!"

"Too much?" Arthur let out a low chuckle, his voice dripping with pure, dark satisfaction. "Sister in law, we're just getting started."

Without warning, he pulled back—just an inch—just enough to make her walls clamp down around him in sheer desperation.

And then he slammed back in.

Hard. Deep. Brutal.

Her head snapped back, a scream tearing from her throat as pleasure exploded behind her eyes.

"Fuck—FUCK!"

Her body jerked, completely at his mercy, every inch of her nerve endings on fire as he drove himself into her, again and again, with a force that shook her to her goddamn core.

"Listen to you," Arthur groaned, his fingers bruising her hips as he fucked into her like he was staking his claim. "Screaming like a desperate little whore. You love it, don't you? Gods, you're gripping me like you never want me to leave."

She couldn't speak—couldn't even think—all she could do was take it. Take every brutal thrust, every filthy groan, every inch of his cock stretching her beyond anything she'd ever imagined.

Her pussy clenched, fluttered, spasmed.

Her body tightened, arched, trembled, helpless under his relentless pace.

Arthur gritted his teeth, his cock pistoning into her now, raw and unrestrained, each wet, obscene slap of their bodies meeting louder, filthier, more desperate.

"Gods, you're fucking perfect," he hissed, his lips brushing against her sweat-damp skin, his voice almost wrecked. "Tight, warm, soaking wet for me—taking every inch like a good fucking slut."

His fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles, sending her spiraling higher, pushing her straight toward the edge.

She was close—so fucking close.

"Gonna cum for me, sister in law?" His voice was wicked, teasing, darkly commanding. "Gonna drench my cock like the desperate little thing you are?"

"Y-yes! Y-yes—Arthur—I'm—!"

Her back arched, her vision whiting out as pleasure slammed into her with a force that nearly broke her.

Her walls spasmed violently, her climax tearing through her in wave after devastating wave, her screams bouncing off the walls as Arthur drove into her, chasing his own release, gripping her like he never wanted to let her go.

"Fuck—fuck—" His rhythm stuttered, his cock swelling, twitching, pulsing deep inside her, and then—

With a guttural growl, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock jerking, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum inside her, marking her, claiming her, filling her completely.

For a moment, neither of them moved, panting, wrecked, shaking from the intensity of it all.

Arthur groaned, pulling out of her wrecked, throbbing pussy, his cock slick, glistening, and still twitching with the aftermath of their sinful act.

A filthy trail of cum followed, leaking out of her wrecked, gaping hole, spilling down the insides of her thighs.

His seed. Marking her. Owning her.

Arthur smirked, fingers tracing the mess between her legs, before gripping her chin and tilting her head up.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice dark and smug, his thumb trailing over her swollen lips. "Fucking ruined. Dripping. You look like a bitch in heat."

Her breath hitched, her half-lidded eyes dazed, glazed, and completely lost in the aftershocks of pleasure.

"But we're not done yet, sister in law."

He stepped in front of her, towering over her as she instinctively sank to her knees, her body trembling, thighs still slick with his cum.

His cock, still rock-hard, jutted in front of her face, throbbing, veined, drenched in her slick and his release.

"Clean it." His command was low, demanding, unrelenting.

Her throat bobbed, her eyes flickering to his cum-coated shaft, and then up to his predatory gaze.

Her body shivered in submission, and without hesitation, her tongue flicked out, dragging up his length, lapping up the mess they made.

Salty. Musky. Filthy.

She whimpered against his cock, licking, sucking, her tongue swirling over every ridge, every inch, tasting the depravity of their sin.

Arthur groaned, his fingers tangling into her hair, guiding her deeper, harder, rougher.

"That's it, love… suck it clean. Every last drop."

She obeyed, her tongue dragging over the slit, lapping up the last traces of his cum, before she wrapped her lips around the head and took him deep into her mouth.

Arthur hissed, his hips jerking forward, forcing her to take more, to choke, to gag around his thickness.

"Fuck—your mouth was made for this, wasn't it?"

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, spit and cum mixing as she worked him with desperate, sloppy enthusiasm.

The lewd, wet sounds of her sucking filled the air, her throat convulsing as he thrust into her mouth, using her just as he had used her pussy.

And gods, did she love it.

Her fingers clutched his thighs, her own arousal pooling between her legs again, her pussy still twitching, still aching for more.

Arthur groaned, his cock pulsing again, his grip on her hair tightening.

"Fuck—I'm close again. You ready, my little whore?"

She moaned around his length, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working him with eager desperation.

His hips snapped forward, his cock thrusting deep down her throat, and with a final, brutal groan, he came—hard, fast, hot.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth, coating her tongue, spilling over her lips.

It was too much. Too thick. Too overwhelming.

It leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripped down her chin, smeared across her flushed cheeks as she struggled to swallow every last drop.

Arthur let out a low, satisfied growl, his fingers smearing his release across her face, her lips, her heaving chest.

A fucking masterpiece. A filthy, cum-stained goddess.

He exhaled, his thumb pressing against her swollen lips, watching as she licked up the last of his essence with glassy, fucked-out eyes.

"Now that's a good girl."

******

As the first rays of morning sunlight spilled through the grand dining hall, the Ludwig family gathered around the long, ornate table for breakfast. The clinking of silverware and the soft murmur of conversation filled the space, creating an illusion of normalcy.

Amelia, seated beside Arthur, was anything but normal this morning. Her body still ached from last night's relentless indulgence, and the worst part? The culprit of her ruined state sat right beside her, wearing an infuriatingly smug smirk.

She dared not look at Arthur. Not after what had transpired. Not after the taboo they had crossed.

Yet, she felt his gaze on her. Heavy. Unrelenting. A smirk played on his lips, subtle but knowing, as he leaned back in his chair with the air of a man who had already won.

'Ignore him. Just… ignore him.'

She reached for her teacup with steady hands—or at least, she tried.

The moment her fingers curled around the porcelain handle, something else curled around her thigh.

A strong, wandering hand.

Her breath hitched, her entire body freezing mid-motion.

No. No, no, no—

The hand slid higher, fingers teasing, coaxing, pressing up her inner thigh..

She swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly, but she refused to react. Not here. Not in front of the family.

Lucious Ludwig sat at the head of the table, calmly sipping his morning tea, completely unaware of the sinful act happening just inches away.

Across from her, Iliyana was chatting with Elona, her voice light and cheerful. Everyone was going about their morning as if nothing was happening.

As if Arthur's fingers weren't ghosting against the sensitive heat between Amelia's trembling thighs.

Bastard.

She squeezed her legs together—a feeble attempt to trap his hand, to stop his wicked torment. But Arthur merely chuckled, a deep, husky sound that vibrated in her bones.

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