In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 141: (R-18) [Chapter - ] - The Double Feast (Part - 3)

Chapter 141: (R-18) [Chapter - 141] - The Double Feast (Part - 3)

My breath tore out of my lungs in jagged, rhythmic gasps, the sound harsh and guttural against the heavy, opulent silence of Seraphine’s private chamber. I was still twitching, the electric aftershocks of the release coursing through my veins like liquid fire, setting every nerve ending alight.

Seraphine was in my arms, her legs barely clinging to my waist, her face buried deep in the crook of my neck, hiding her face from the world. I could feel her internal muscles spasming wildly against my softening cock, milking the last dregs of my seed from the standing finish with a desperate, involuntary rhythm.

I didn’t let her down. Not yet.

I wanted her to feel the strength that held her. It was about marking this moment in her mind forever.

"Leo..." she whimpered, her voice a broken, raspy husk of her usual cold, noble tone, "I can’t... feel my legs..."

"I have got you," I grunted, "You took it all, Seraphine. Every single drop."

I slowly unhooked her legs, letting her slide down the front of my body. Her skin was slick with our combined sweat and fluids. As her feet touched the plush carpet, her knees buckled instantly, as if her bones had turned to water.

I caught her effortlessly with one arm around her waist, stabilizing her ruin. She leaned into me, trembling, completely spent.

I looked toward the massive bed. Belladonna was there. Her raven hair was a mess, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow pants. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowing the irises, fixed intently on the mess of fluids leaking from Seraphine’s trembling thighs.

"Your turn," I said. It wasn’t a question. It was a summons.

Belladonna shuddered, her hand drifting to her throat as if to check her own pulse. "You broke her, Master."

"And I am going to break you too," I promised, the threat hanging heavy in the lavender-scented air.

I deposited Seraphine on the messed-up sheets of the bed. She didn’t argue; she curled up instantly, a kitten seeking warmth, her eyes rolling back in bliss as she drifted into the haze of the afterglow. I didn’t give Belladonna a second to process the shift in attention.

I was still hard. Barely a minute of cooldown and the blood was already rushing back to the iron rod between my legs.

I grabbed Belladonna by the ankle and yanked.

"Ah!" She gasped, a sound of genuine surprise as she slid across the silk sheets, ending up flat on her back beneath me.

I crawled over her, looming like a titan, blocking out the light from the chandeliers. The smell of her arousal hit me instantly, it was different from Seraphine’s.

Seraphine smelled like expensive oils and repressed desire unleashed. Belladonna smelled spicier, darker. Musk, exotic perfume, and the raw scent of a woman who lived by the blade.

"Legs up, My Queen, " I commanded, my voice rough.

She hesitated for a microsecond, a flash of her old Bandit Queen defiance flickering in her eyes, but then her gaze dropped to my cock, glistening and ready, hovering inches from her core.

The defiance shattered. She obeyed, wrapping her long, shapely legs around my waist, exposing herself completely.

I settled between her thighs, the heat radiating off her pussy warming my inner legs. I placed my hands on the mattress on either side of her head, locking her in.

"Look at me," I muttered, staring into her emerald eyes, "No hiding. No closing your eyes. I want to see your face when I claim you."

I didn’t tease. I didn’t prep. She was already dripping wet from watching the show, her body primed by the voyeuristic thrill. I lined up the head of my cock with her entrance and shoved forward.

I buried myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust.

"Ummm!" Belladonna screamed, her head throwing back into the pillows, her back arching off the mattress as if she had been electrocuted.

"Fuck! Master!"

"Look at me," I growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed above her head, asserting total dominance, "Look at the man who owns you."

I began to piston, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in. Her vaginal walls clamped down on me, tight and hot.

Belladonna was tight, gripping me with a strength that betrayed her high level. It felt like she was trying to milk me dry with just her internal muscles.

"You’re so big," she moaned, thrashing her head side to side, "It’s stretching me... God, Master! You are filling my stomach! I can feel you hitting everything!"

"That’s right," I gritted out, snapping my hips forward.

The sound of our skin colliding filled the room, a rhythmic drumbeat of flesh against flesh, "I am going to fill every inch of you. You wanted this don’t you?"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, her nails digging into my hands even as I pinned them, "I want it! Give it to me!"

I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. She tasted like wine and desperation. I ground my hips against hers, mashing her clit with my pubic bone.

She squealed into my mouth, her hips bucking wildly, trying to get closer, trying to consume me whole. The skill was working overtime, hitting the nerves with critical precision.

"More," Bella whispered against my lips.

"Up," I ordered, breaking the kiss abruptly.

Belladonna blinked, dazed, her lips swollen and red, "What?"

I sat up, dragging her with me, then fell back against the ornate, padded headboard. I gestured to my lap, where my cock stood at attention, dark red and throbbing, "Ride it."

Belladonna didn’t need to be told twice. The lust was rolling off her in waves now, overriding any fatigue. She straddled my hips, her knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of my thighs.

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my cock it looked monstrous in her hand, as she guided it to her entrance.

She sank down slowly, agonizingly. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure as she impaled herself, inch by inch, taking the full length on her own terms.

"Oh... fuck..." she breathed, finally settling all her weight on me, the connection absolute.

"Yes! Ride me bavbe!" I said, reaching up to grab her breasts. They were heavy, full, the kind of mature softness that only a woman of her age possessed. They swayed beautifully with her breath. I weighed them in my palms, thumbing the dark, hard nipples that peaked against the cool air.

Belladonna began to bounce. At first, it was tentative, testing the depth, but as the sensation took hold, she found her rhythm. She was grinding down, using gravity to take me deeper than I could go on my back.

Her breasts bounced violently, slapping against my hands with every downward thrust. I squeezed them hard, kneading the soft flesh, leaving red marks on the pale skin.

"That’s it," I encouraged, watching her face contort in ecstasy. She looked wild, beautiful, and completely undone, "Use it. Use my cock."

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest for stability, her hair falling around us like a dark curtain, creating a private world of sweat and sex, "Master... it’s hitting so deep... right there..."

"Where? Here?" I bucked my hips up, meeting her downward thrust with a brutal upward slam.

"Ahhh!" She screamed, her fingernails raking down my chest, leaving white trails that would surely turn red later, "Yes! There! Don’t stop!"

She was riding me like a wild thing. I watched her hips churning, the way her belly quivered, the sweat slicking her skin making her glow in the candlelight. This was the view of a conqueror.

I reached down and slapped her ass, the sound cracking like a whip through the room, "Faster, Bella! Make me feel it."

She cried out, biting her lip until it bled, increasing the tempo until she was a blur of motion, milking me, squeezing me, her inner muscles rippling along my shaft in a way that threatened to make me release her.

But I held back. I clenched my teeth and forced my stats to obey. I wasn’t done. Not even close.

"Get off," I said, stopping her hips with my hands.

She whined, a pathetic, needy sound that fed my ego, "No... I am close... please..."

"Not right now," I lifted her off me effortlessly, ignoring her protest, and stood up. My legs felt like steel cables, empowered by the adrenaline.

I pointed to the heavy velvet chair in the corner.

"Sit," I commanded.

Belladonna stumbled over to the chair, her legs wobbling as if the bones had been removed. She collapsed into it, spreading her legs instinctively. She looked like a fallen queen, waiting for judgment on her own throne.

I walked over, the blood rushing in my ears like a war drum. I didn’t sit. I turned her.

I hooked her knees over the wooden armrests, opening her pussy completely. The position displayed everything, her swollen, pink pussy lips, glistening with my fluids. It was a buffet, and I was starving.

I stepped between her legs, gripping the high back of the chair for leverage. I leaned in, driving into her from a standing crouch.

"Oh god!" she shrieked, gripping the velvet fabric of the seat until her knuckles turned white. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Does this chair make you feel powerful?" I taunted, gritting my teeth as I thrust, sweat dripping from my brow onto her heaving chest, "Or does this?"

I slammed into her cervix, making her gasp and arch her back off the velvet.

"You... Only you..." she sobbed, her head tossing from side to side against the headrest, "You are the only one, Master!"

"Damn right. I am!"

I reached down, my thumb finding her clit, circling it mercilessly while I fucked her. She bucked against the chair, trapped between my cock and the furniture, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the pleasure.

"I am yours! I am yours!" she chanted, her eyes rolling back into her head as the first waves of her climax began to seize her body.

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