Her eyes, wide and glazed with terror and lust, locked onto his. She saw herself reflected in their depths—a sweaty, disheveled, fucked-out slut with a look of pure, ecstatic terror. He watched her watching him, and a smirk touched his lips.

He grabbed his massive cock, notching it at her entrance with brutal precision. There was no teasing, no slow entry. With a guttural roar, he slammed home.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her back arched off the desk, a perfect, strained bow. The angle was different. Deeper. More intense. She could feel the thick, flared head of his cock battering against her cervix, a pain so exquisite it was indistinguishable from pleasure.

The sheer bulge of his shaft was visible through the skin of her lower belly, a grotesque and beautiful map of his possession.

He began to fuck her. Not with rhythm. With chaos. Hard, deep, punishing strokes that shook the entire desk.

THWACK!

The sound of his hips slapping against her was deafening.

CREAK... GROAN...

The desk itself was protesting, scraping against the floor with every brutal impact. Her loud, helpless cries were a constant, high-pitched wail, mingling with his guttural, animalistic grunts and the obscene, wet SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH of her pussy being utterly ravaged.

"You wanted this..." he snarled, his voice a raw, jagged thing. "You wanted your empire to see what a whore you are for my cock?"

"YES!" she sobbed, tears of joy and degradation streaming down her face. "I'M YOUR WHORE! I'M YOUR FILTHY WHORE! NOW FUCKING CLAIM IT!"

He was a beast unleashed. His control was gone, replaced by a raw, primal need to claim, to consume, to end her. He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Not a hickey. A brand. A mark of ownership.

"AIEEEEE! FUCK! YES! MARK ME! FUCKING OWN ME!"

The pain was a lightning strike, a sharp, white-hot fire that detonated in her soul. She clawed at his back, leaving red furrows in his skin, her hips rising to meet his savage thrusts, her body a mindless, desperate thing begging for more of the beautiful, brutal punishment.

His eyes rolled back, his jaw went slack, and a deep, guttural groan of pure, unadulterated bliss was ripped from his chest. Seeing his loss of control, seeing the god succumbing to her body, was the most powerful aphrodisiac she had ever known.

THWACK!

The sound of his hips slamming against her was deafening.

THWACK!

The desk itself was groaning, scraping against the floor with every brutal impact. Her loud, helpless cries mingled with his guttural grunts and the obscene, wet squelching of her pussy being utterly ravaged.

He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Not a love bite. A brand. A mark of ownership.

"AIEEEEE! FUCK! YES!

The pain was exquisite, a sharp, white-hot counterpoint to the blizzard of pleasure in her pussy. She clawed at his back, leaving red furrows in his skin, her hips rising to meet his savage thrusts, wanting more, needing more, wanting him to break her completely.

Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over with a single, violent movement that made her head spin.

She was face down on the splintered wood, her breasts crushed against the desk, her ass high in the air, completely exposed. He grabbed her ankles and hooked them over his shoulders, folding her in half, a position of utter, slutty surrender.

The new position was beyond anything she could have imagined. It left her completely open, impaled, her pussy angled upwards for his deepest, most devastating invasion. He looked down at where they were joined, at his thick cock disappearing into her red, swollen flesh, and a sound of pure carnal lust, dark and triumphant, rumbled in his chest.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, at the crazed god who was about to utterly and finally destroy her.

"END ME," she whispered, the final, broken prayer.

He snarled, a deep, guttural sound of pure, animalistic frustration. Being inside her was heaven, but this position wasn't enough. He wanted to see her face when he ruined her. He wanted to see her eyes when he took every inch.

With a feral growl, he pulled out of her with a wet, sucking SCHLORP. A sharp gasp of protest was torn from her lips. "NO! DON'T—"

He didn't let her finish. He didn't guide her. He grabbed her by the waist and, with a single, brutal show of strength, threw her to the floor.

She landed with a soft thud, the air knocked out of her lungs in a sharp, startled oomph. The cold, hard marble was a shock against her overheated skin, and she let out a soft hiss at the contrast.

Before she could even think, he was on her. He launched himself, covering her body with his, his weight a glorious, suffocating blanket that pinned her to the floor.

He grabbed her wrists, yanking them over her head and pinning them to the cold marble with one of his large hands. He forced her legs wide with his knees, a purely dominant, brutal stance that left her completely exposed, completely vulnerable on the unforgiving ground.

"I SAID LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCK YOU," he snarled, his voice a raw, jagged thing. His grip on her wrists tightened, a clear, painful reminder of his total control.

Her eyes, wide and glazed with terror and lust, locked onto his. She was completely spread, completely pinned, a sacrifice on the cold altar of her office floor.

He grabbed his massive cock, notching it at her entrance with brutal precision. There was no teasing, no slow entry. With a guttural roar, he slammed home.

"GOD—YES—FUCK!" The scream was different this time, not a single piercing note, but a string of shredded, choked-out curses. Her back arced off the marble, a perfect, strained bow, only his pinning hand preventing her from bucking him off. The sheer bulge of his shaft was visible through the skin of her lower belly, a grotesque and beautiful map of his possession.

He began to fuck her. Not with rhythm. With chaos. Hard, deep, punishing strokes that made her entire body slide across the polished floor.

The sounds were a symphony of depravity. A loud, wet schlorp echoed as he withdrew, followed by a deep, "Nnngh—" of pure male satisfaction as her slick walls clung to him. Then a sharp, fleshy SLAP as his hips met her ass.

A wetter, lower THWACK as his heavy balls slapped against her skin. Her loud, desperate cries became a constant chant.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" timed to his brutal thrusts. The squelching of her over-flowing pussy was obscene, a constant, wet sloshing-sucking noise that grew louder with every brutal thrust.

He was a beast unleashed. His control was gone, replaced by a raw, primal need. He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her shoulder. Not a hickey. A brand.

"UNGH! FUCK! YES! MARK ME! HURT ME!" The words were a guttural snarl, her voice raw and broken.

The pain was a lightning strike. Her hands, still pinned, writhed in his grip. She freed one for a second and clawed at his back, leaving red furrows in his skin. Her hips rose to meet his savage thrusts, the sound of their sweat-slicked skin meeting becoming louder, wetter, more frantic.

A thick, creamy white froth began to gather at the base of his cock, a testament to her overwhelming arousal, making the slapping sounds even more pronounced, messier.

Suddenly, he released her wrists and flipped her over with a single, violent movement. Her breasts scraped against the cold, abrasive marble, a stinging, delicious sensation that made her grunt, "Oof!"

She was face down, her cheek pressed to the ground, her ass high in the air, completely exposed. A thin line of sweat and her own arousal trickled down her inner thigh.

He grabbed her ankles and hooked them over his shoulders, folding her in half. The new position was beyond anything she could have imagined.

On the floor, like this, it felt primal, almost animalistic. He looked down at where they were joined, at his thick cock disappearing into her red, swollen flesh. A deep, appreciative growl rumbled in his chest.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, at the crazed god who was about to utterly and finally destroy her.

And with a roar that shook the room, he drove into her one last, impossibly deep time. The wet, sucking SCHLORP of him burying himself to the hilt was followed by the hot, rapid-fire spurts of his cum flooding her.

The world ceased to exist.

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