The dim lights from out bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows mixing with the pink smoke, casting Amanda's sweat-sheened skin in gold. I had her bent over the polished marble grand piano—her elbows braced on the cool, glossy surface, silk robe puddled around her waist.

The air hummed with the phantom echoes of earlier screams, thick with jasmine and sex.

"Beg." My voice cut through the haze—low, resonant.

Amanda's breath hitched. Her knuckles whitened on the piano lid. "Peter, I—"

"Beg for it, Amanda." My palm slid up the curve of her spine; fingers splayed between her shoulder blades. I pressed down—not forcing her flat, but anchoring her. Submitting her.

Her head dropped forward, auburn hair shielding her face. A tremor ran through her thighs. "Please..." The word cracked. "Please... fuck my cunt with that giant cock... STRETCH ME."

"Not enough." I leaned over her, the heat of my chest branding her back. My cock—veined, heavy, weeping—nestled between her slick folds. Teasing. "Tell me what you need."

"I need—" Her hips rocked back, seeking friction. "I need your cock to break me. I need you to ruin me for anyone else."

I rewarded her honesty. Not with speed, but with depth.

I gripped her hips—thumbs fitting the hollows like sculpted clay—and pushed. Slowly. The thick head of my cock parted her swollen folds, stretching her wide. Amanda's breath caught in a choked gasp, her body going rigid. "Oh god—"

I didn't stop.

Centimeter by centimeter, I filled her—until the blunt tip kissed her cervix. She shuddered, a full-body spasm, nails scrabbling at the polished wood. "Too deep—"

"It's exactly where you belong," I growled. Stayed buried. Felt her inner walls fluttering—gripping, adjusting, surrendering to the invasion.

Then I moved.

Out. Retreating until only the crown remained inside her. Her pussy clamped down, clinging—a silent plea.

In. Sinking back into molten heat. Deeper. Hitting that spot that made her see stars. "FUCK!"

Out. Slower. Agonizing. Feeling every ridge of her clench around me.

In. Harder. Grinding against her cervix. Brutal. "PETER!"

Again. And again. A rhythm designed to undo her. Each withdrawal dragged a whimper. Each thrust earned a sob. Sweat rolled down her spine, pooling in the small of her back. The piano creaked beneath us, counterpoint to her cries.

"Tight little cunt," I groaned, watching my cock disappear into her pink flesh. "So, fucking greedy for me, my Darling."

"Only for you," she sobbed, forehead pressed to the cool wood. "Always only for you..."

I changed the angle slightly—pulling her hips up, forcing her onto her toes. Then I drove in—relentless, deep, grinding.

"OH GOD—RIGHT THERE—DON'T STOP—" Her voice shattered. I felt it then—the telltale flutter deep inside, the quiver starting in her thighs. The knot tightening low in her belly.

"Come for me, Amanda." My hand snaked around, fingers finding her clit. Pressed hard. Circled in time with my thrusts.

"PETER—!" Her scream tore through the room, raw and ragged. Her entire body convulsed—pussy clamping down like a vise, gushing hot over my cock, back arching violently as the climax ripped her apart.

I didn't stop fucking her. Pounded her through it. Each thrust dragging another wave of pleasure-pain from her ruined cunt. "That's my girl" I snarled, driving deep one final time. "Fucking mine."

Amanda collapsed forward, boneless on the piano. Sobs shook her shoulders—tears of release, of surrender. "Yours..." she whispered, voice shot. "Always yours."

I stayed buried inside her for a long moment—feeling her pulse flutter around my length, marking her. Ruined. Conquered. Mine.

Slowly, reluctantly, I withdrew. Cum and slickness gushed from her swollen pussy, painting the insides of her thighs. I watched it drip onto the marble below—a glistening testament to devotion.

**

In the next three hours I had fucked them until they retreated to the bed.

I was a storm they could not weather.

The king-sized bed was no longer a piece of furniture; it was an altar, and the women arranged upon it were willing sacrifices. The air itself was heavy, thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating pheromones that seeped from my pores, making every nerve ending in the room hyper-aware of my presence.

On the left, Ashby Rousseau had arranged herself like a offering to a warrior god. Knees spread wide, feet planted firmly on the mattress, her tanned, athletic body was a challenge. Her eyes, sharp and fearless, held a primal dare.

Opposite her, Janet lay with a deceptive shyness, thighs parted as if in invitation, but the slick, unmistakable gleam coating her inner lips betrayed a desperate hunger. At the foot of the bed, Isabella knelt, her posture one of pure devotion, her dark eyes wide with reverent lust.

Perched nervously on the edge, Luna watched, her teeth worrying her lower lip, her fingers already unconsciously drifting toward the heat between her own legs.

I stalked forward, a predator approaching the feast. My cock, a rigid, darkly flushed instrument of pleasure, stood out from my body, already weeping with the promise of what was to come.

My abilities and Pheromones hummed within me, and I felt the Kinetic Resonance activate, turning my muscles into coiled springs of controlled, devastating power.

I moved to Ashby first. The alpha demanded to be broken first. I didn't kiss her, didn't caress her. My hands gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the sharp points of her hip bones with possessive force. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her.

With no preamble, I drove into her. One single, brutal thrust that buried me to the hilt. Her body resisted for a fraction of a second—a tight, fiery grip—then yielded completely. A guttural "FUCK! YES!" ripped from her throat as her back arched violently off the mattress, her spine bowing.

I withdrew almost completely, the slick sound of our connection obscene in the quiet room. Her inner muscles clung to me, trying to prevent the withdrawal. Then, thrust two. Deeper, harder, grinding against the mouth of her cervix. Her legs flew up and locked around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper still.

"Take it, Wolfe!" she snarled, her alpha persona shattering into pure need. "Ruin my alpha cunt!"

In one fluid motion, I pivoted. My hands seized Janet's ankles, yanking her down the bed until her plump ass hung precariously off the edge. She gasped, a sharp, startled sound. Where Ashby was a battle, Janet was a surrender.

I plunged into her. Thrust one slid home with ease, her drenched, soft passage offering no resistance. "Oh god—Peter—" she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut.

Thrust two was a piston stroke, pounding into her deepest point. Her whole body jolted, and her politeness evaporated. "DEEPER! PLEASE, DEEPER!" Her fingers clawed at the rumpled sheets, her head thrashing from side to side.

I pulled out, my cock glistening with her essence.

My left hand shot out. Two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into Isabella's desperately waiting pussy. I found the rough, spongy texture of her G-spot instantly. I curled my fingers, pressing and stroking in a rapid, milking rhythm.

"OH!" Isabella cried out, pitching forward until her forehead hit the mattress, her body shaking as I played her like an instrument.

Simultaneously, my right hand clamped over Luna's delicate mound. My thumb found her clit, already a swollen, slick pearl. I circled it, not with gentleness, but with ruthless, fast precision. Luna's hips bucked wildly off the bed. "P-Peter—!" she squealed, her voice a mixture of shock and overwhelming pleasure.

I returned to Ashby. Thrust. Her scream was a raw tear in the fabric of the room. "FUCKING OWN ME!" Her channel convulsed around me, gushing fresh warmth.

Shift. Back to Janet. Thrust. Her wail joined the symphony. "CUMMING! YOU'RE MAKING ME—"

I became a machine of pleasure and punishment. My hips pistoned—thrust-thrust into Ashby's groans, shift, thrust-thrust into Janet's sobs. All the while, my left hand continued its relentless assault on Isabella, her juices now dripping down my wrist, while my right thumb worked Luna's clit into a frenzied, unbearable peak.

The overload broke them in sequence. Isabella shattered first. "PETER—NOW!" Her pussy clamped down viselike on my fingers, a flood of release soaking my hand.

Luna followed, a silent scream etched on her face, her body trembling violently as she squirted onto my hand and the sheets.

A final, deep thrust into Ashby. "RUIN ME! RUIN—" Her command became a mindless cry as her orgasm seized her, her eyes rolling back in her head before she fell unconscious, utterly spent.

The finale was for Janet. A double-thrust, deep and claiming. "OH SWEET JESUS—" Her body exploded, her pussy clamping and milking me through a powerful, squirting orgasm that left her twitching and panting.

I pulled out. The room was silent but for ragged breathing. My cock dripped, a mix of my seed and their release, onto Janet's trembling thighs. The air was pungent with sex—sweat, the unique musk of four different women, and the scent of consecrated release.

The altar was bloody with the aftermath of passion. The offerings had been utterly given. The god was sated. For now.

****

A/N: Warning; The next chapters might later contain obsessive love and feelings, tendencies and actions between a mother and son.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.