Chapter 323: [R18]Carnal Exorcism(2)
The confined space inside that Porsche had basically turned into a sauna. It was like a little bubble of heat, totally cutting the Spires from the war happening inside. The air inside was thick, feeling kind of sticky on the skin. It smelled like a mix of Victoria’s fancy vanilla perfume and that raw, musky scent you only get when two lunatics are really into each other.
Victoria was straddling him, her thighs squeezing tight around Nash’s huge hips. She had just lowered herself all the way down, taking every single bit of his 22 centimeters cock. Her vaginal walls were incredibly tight, gripping his veiny shaft so hard it felt like they might actually break, stretching out as much as they possibly could to fit something that big.
Nash didn’t let her wobble. Seeing her reaction, he knew she wasn’t still adjusted to his size, so he held her firmly by the hips, his big, strong fingers digging deep into the soft skin of her thighs to keep her steady. His green eyes were glowing with this savage look, locked right onto her face. He could feel her heat, and he noticed the way her muscles were twitching and spasming, reacting to the passive powers of his System.
"Don’t move yet," Nash growled. He shifted slightly, feeling her tremble. "Looks like you need more training with that."
Victoria couldn’t even find the words to answer him. She just let out a long, broken moan, throwing her head back against the seat. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath she took. Being filled up like that, feeling him hitting the very back of her guts, triggered something in her brain.
It was like a switch flipped. Between the aphrodisiac effects of Nash’s cock and how sensitive she’d been since last night, a pulse of heat shot through her lower belly. Her clit started throbbing in this frantic rhythm, and while it felt like an electric shock, the sharp, exquisite pain of the penetration woke up a kind of rage inside her.
Suddenly, a memory hit her, finding its way through the pleasure.
She saw herself from two years ago. She was in a dark, freezing cold alleyway in the Upperworld, right after a huge match. The blue neon lights from the signs were reflecting in the rain puddles on the ground. Standing right in front of her was Flash Goldust, looking slender and smug, his arrogant stupid smirk half-hidden by the shadows of the building.
"You have no choice, Ma’am," Flash had whispered. "Either you give me what I want, or I burn your whole team. You are nothing but an office manager without me on the court. All of you only exist at this table because of me."
Thinking about that humiliation, that feeling of being totally powerless against some arrogant bastard who thought he could bend her to his will, made a dull fire start burning in Victoria’s chest. Her eyes opened, focusing on Nash’s muscular chest. She wasn’t that passive director anymore. She wasn’t the girl who could be intimidated or blackmailed.
With a sudden, violent movement, she lifted herself up a few inches. Then, she dropped back down with all her weight, impaling herself savagely on all twenty two centimeters.
*Schluuuck. Squelch.*
The wet, sucking sound filled the cabin of the Porsche. The impact was so hard that Nash’s cock slammed right into her cervix. It sent a jolt of electricity through her that practically burned the image of Flash out of her mind. The arrogant face of that point guard just evaporated, scorched away by the physical power of the Beast.
Nash let out a low groan, his abs tightening as he felt the force of her core.
"Fuck... Victoria," he muttered, his hands squeezing her hips hard to keep her from slipping. "You want to play rough?"
As she moved her hips up again, another flashback hit her. This time, she was in her padded office in the Upperworld, under those bright lights. Flash was sitting on the edge of her glass desk, holding a bottle of champagne, his jersey half-open after another big win. He was looking at her, begging for a compliment. He had that diva paranoia, needing his ego stroked every single minute just to hide how unstable he actually was.
"See how perfect I was tonight, Victoria?" Flash had said. "There’s no other point guard in this league with my flow. Come on, admit it."
And she remembered the mistake she made: she had actually given him those praises. She had stroked his ego just to keep the team together, realizing too late that she should have been harder on him. She should have broken his arrogance, she should have manipulated him to make him understand she was the boss, and there were things he couldn’t touch.
That realization of her own past weakness crushed her heart, and it turned that grief into pure, sexual fury. She planted her heels firmly on the leather seats on either side of Nash’s thighs. She gripped his trapezius muscles with her manicured fingers, squeezing really hard. Then, she started pounding back. She put every bit of that long-contained rage into it, rocking her hips at an absurd speed, going up and down without any restraint.
*Smaack. Smaack. Thwack.*
Every time she slammed down, Nash’s massive balls slapped against her ass with a loud wet clap. The pleasure was multiplied by the System’s stats, completely overwhelming her. Every full thrust, where he went from the base all the way to her pelvis, and then pulled back almost to the head of his dick, before slamming back in till her cervix, acted like a shock treatment. It erased the images of Flash from her head. The old arguments and the insults were consumed by the raw friction of their bodies.
Nash watched her, feeling a bit surprised but mostly turned on. She had a forced, almost savage smile on her wet lips, and her big saphir eyes were tearing up from the intensity and overwhelming pleasure. She couldn’t even form words anymore. All she could do was let out these broken, deep grunts, her mouth open and saliva dripping in shiny streams on Nash’s face.
"Mmmgh... hnnng... N-Nash..." she groaned, the sounds coming out hoarse and obscene every time that veiny cock filled her up to her belly. "Hnnng... fuuuuck..."
"Yeah, take it all, Victoria," Nash teased, his voice sounding choppy because the friction was so intense. "Ride it like a boss."
From the outside, the black Porsche was rocking violently in the shadows. The high-end suspension was working overtime, absorbing the shocks of the carnal war happening in the back seat. The windows were completely fogged over, hiding the whole indecent scene from anyone who might be passing by.
The past tried to come back one last time. She saw the end, the moment everything collapsed. She saw Flash, surrounded by the league officials, that moment when she realized, from Flash’s ugly smirk, that she couldn’t talk her way out of this.
"I warned you, fucking bitch..." Flash had murmured as he walked past her.
That sentence was the last thing to burn. Victoria accelerated her rhythm even more, her heavy breasts jiggling frantically right in front of Nash’s face. Her movements were so fast and wild that the sound of leather and fluids filled the car with a constant, sucking noise. She arched her back as far as it would go, offering her soaked and stretched pussy to his steel-like cock. Every back-and-forth drove those twenty two centimeters deep into her guts, erasing any last trace of fear, doubt, or submission.
"Watch... me... NASH..." she panted. "Watch... what... you are... doing... TO ME... You are... the only... one... who can... break me... like this!"
Her bouncing increased. Her pussy was already soaked and stretched wide, sliding up and down the full twenty two centimeters of his thick, veiny cock in a rhythm that felt desperate and relentless. Every time she dropped down, the fat head slammed hard against her cervix. And every time she moved up, the slick shaft almost slipped out, leaving only the swollen tip stretching her entrance before she slammed back down again.
*Schluuuck. Plap. Schluuuck. Plap.*
Sweat was pouring down both of them, and the leather seats were already totally soaked. The air felt almost impossible to breathe because of the heat and that heavy smell.
Nash finally lost what was left of his control.
His massive hands locked onto her hips like iron clamps. He started thrusting up into her with a brutal, animal force, meeting every single one of her drops with a powerful slam upward. The full length of his cock punched deep into her over and over again, stretching her walls to the absolute limit.
"Fuck... Victoria... look at you," he growled, tightening his grip on her hips.
He rose up slightly from the seat and caught her open mouth with his. Victoria immediately reached up, cradling his face with both hands, her fingers digging into his jaw. She stuck her tongue out and pressed it against his, letting a thick string of warm drool spill from her mouth onto his tongue. Nash groaned into the kiss, sucking on her tongue while his hips never stopped pounding upward.
Using the new angle, he slid his thumb between their bodies and found her swollen, throbbing clit. He rubbed it in fast, rough circles, pressing down hard.
Victoria’s entire body reacted like she had been hit by lightning.
"Ugggghhh—! Nnnngh... fuuuuck—!"
A long, broken grunt tore out of her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her thighs started shaking violently against his sides. Thick streams of clear fluid suddenly gushed out around his cock, squirting hard onto his stomach and soaking the leather seats even more.
She just kept squirting, again and again. Every time his thumb rubbed her clit and his cock slammed against her cervix, another jet of fluid forced its way out. Her body jerked and twitched, and she couldn’t even control it. Drool ran freely from the corner of her open mouth, sliding down her chin and onto her bouncing tits.
"N-Nash... wait... I can’t— uggghhh... too much... please—" her voice cracked between gasps and long grunts. "Fuuuuck... you’re going to break me... ahhh... nnnngh..."
But Nash didn’t slow down, no more being gentle, he actually increased the pace.
His hips snapped upward in a relentless, almost mechanical rhythm. Full insertion, almost complete withdrawal, full insertion again. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin and fluid splashing filled the entire car. Outside, the black Porsche rocked violently in the shadows, its suspensions creaking under the force of their bodies.
Victoria’s face was a total mess of pleasure. Tears from being overstimulated ran from the corners of her eyes, and her mouth stayed wide open. Long, broken grunts and vulgar moans poured out of her without stopping.
"Ugggghhh... fuuuuck... nnnngh... ahhh...!"
Then, a massive, continuous squirt exploded from her, flooding Nash’s stomach and thighs and soaking the backseat completely. At the exact same moment, Nash’s entire body locked up. A deep, beastly roar tore from his chest as his cock throbbed violently inside her.
He came.
Thick, hot ropes of aphrodisiac cum blasted deep into her uterus without him pulling out even a single centimeter. The first load was already massive. The second and third followed immediately, each one thicker and hotter than the last. It just kept coming. Wave after wave of thick, creamy seed flooded her womb until her belly felt swollen and warm.
The chemical reaction hit her instantly.
The aphrodisiac properties of his cum made her vaginal walls seize in violent, uncontrollable spasms. Her pussy clamped down on his still spurting cock like a fist, milking every single drop while overlapping orgasms crashed through her one after another.
Another powerful squirt forced its way out around his shaft, mixing with the overflowing cum and completely ruining the expensive leather seats.
All for this money being tainted like that... but Nash would never regret it.
Victoria completely lost any bit of class or decorum she had left.
"FUUUUCK—! YES—! FILL ME—! CUM INSIDE YOUR FUCKING WHORE—! UGGGGHHH—!"
She screamed and grunted and swore, her voice raw and broken, while her body convulsed on top of him. Nash never stopped cumming, and even while he was still cumming, he locked her hips in place with his massive hands and kept delivering deep, powerful thrusts, forcing more of his thick seed deeper into her with every slam.
The Porsche shook violently for several more minutes before finally going still.
For a few long seconds, the car was just there in the dark. It was that kind of scary silence you get right after a huge bomb goes off. The only things you could hear were the soft creaks of the metal cooling down and the sound of two people breathing really hard and unevenly.
The inside of the car was a total mess. A thick white fog covered all the windows, so you couldn’t see a thing outside. Those expensive leather seats? Totally ruined and soaked. There was sweat and saliva and clear juices mixed with huge amounts of thick, creamy cum, making sticky white puddles that slowly dripped down onto the floor mats. The air felt heavy, almost like you couldn’t even breathe. It smelled strongly of sex, vanilla, and the musky scent of Nash’s seed.
Victoria was on top of him, completely collapsed against his chest. Her body gave these little twitches every few seconds, like small aftershocks hitting her thighs and stomach. Her pussy, still stretched wide, kept fluttering weakly around his hard cock. Thick, heavy ropes of his cum kept leaking out around the shaft every time she moved a little bit, adding to the big puddle of fluids between them.
Honestly, the amount of stuff he had pumped into her was totally unreal, he could go for a long time, sure, but with Victoria? It was like he had unlocked a new passive to continuously come without interruption. Her lower belly looked a bit swollen, and more of that thick white seed kept oozing out of her hole, trailing down over his balls and onto a leather that cost him millions and plenty of hope.
Both of them were covered in a layer of shiny sweat. Nash’s chest was moving up and down fast right under her cheek. His big hands were still resting on her hips, but he wasn’t really holding her with any strength anymore; he was just enjoying the moment.
Victoria slowly lifted her head, still fighting to catch her breath. Her blue eyes looked glassy and unfocused, and her mascara was smeared because she had cried from being so overstimulated. She raised one hand that was shaking and cupped his face, her thumb brushing slowly across his jaw while she looked him right in the eyes.
"...You... and only you..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "You are going to do this to me, Nash... and I am going to let you do it every single time... Only you."