Sasuke, the veins in his neck bulging, glided into the room like a vengeful ghost, his naked, muscular body glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the shutters. His dark eyes, cold and calculating, settled on Naruko's vulnerable form, lying on her bed, her slightly rounded belly betraying her one-month pregnancy.
There she was, his 21-year-old stepmother, recently widowed and shattered by the murderous coup he had orchestrated, his glaring erection pointing into the darkness, her entire body tense with the sadistic pleasure to come. Naruko sat up from a restraint, her eyes wide with fear, her long, messy blond hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a simple, lightweight tunic, which hugged her ample curves—her enormous breasts and large ass, which, even in her vulnerability, radiated an involuntary sensuality. "Sasuke... what are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice trembling but tinged with its usual tenacity. She instinctively placed a hand on her stomach, as if to protect the baby she was carrying. He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he moved forward with the grace of a predator, his muscles tense, his large bite already hard and throbbing, pointing at her like a weapon. In one fluid motion, he pressed her against the bed, his body pressing down on hers, crushing her curves beneath his weight. The musky scent of his own arousal mingled with Naruko's budding sweat, filling the stale air of the room. "I'll destroy you until I destroy you, bitch," he growled, his voice low and menacing, laden with a cruelty that made every word vibrate. His hand clamped down on her neck, not hard enough to suffocate her, but enough to remind her who was in control. "And if you resist, I'll take care of that little bastard in your belly. Do you think I'm joking?"
Naruko's eyes filled with tears, a mixture of terror and forced pleasure she couldn't deny. Her body, nonetheless, was responding—her nipples were hardening beneath the tunic, and she could feel a wet heat spreading between her thighs. "Stop, Sasuke... please," she whimpered, but her voice lacked conviction, betrayed by an involuntary whimper when he slid a hand under her tunic to cup one of her massive breasts. He squeezed roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching the nipple until she let out a high-pitched squeal, a sound that was halfway between pain and arousal.
He grabbed Naruko's breasts, squeezing and mauling them, feeling them harden under the rough caresses of his hand, before letting go to bite even harder, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure in the pregnant woman's cries. Sasuke sneered, his breath hot against her ear, the scent of his breath thick with alcohol and desire. He started by licking her neck, his rough tongue tracing a wet, salty path along her skin. Each lick was eager, possessive, as if he were marking his territory. "Can you feel that, whore? Your body's already begging me," he murmured, before moving down to her nipples. He took them into his mouth, sucking and biting with merciless force. His teeth sank into the sensitive flesh, drawing a throaty moan from Naruko. "Oh, shit... that hurts," she gasped, her hands crunching on the sheets, but she didn't push him away. Instead, her back arched slightly, offering more of her body to his assault.
Sasuke leaned down, his erection rubbing against Naruko's legs, causing her to spread them in fear, and he began fingering her, gently at first, feeling the heat and wetness of her inflamed pussy, before pushing all the way in, causing the muscles of her vagina to spasm. The atmosphere in the bedroom intensified, the sounds amplified by the narrow walls—the wet sound of his tongue on her skin, Naruko's muffled moans, and the creaking of the bed beneath their weight. Sasuke could feel sweat beading on his own body, sliding down his muscular torso, and he knew Naruko was covered in it too. Her swollen belly, that erotic motif of vulnerability, pressed against him, and he stroked her with a coarse hand, as if to reiterate his threat. "Look at you, pregnant and offered up like a female dog in heat. That's what makes me even harder," he said in a guttural voice, his bite pulsing against her stomach. He wasted no time. With a brutal gesture, he ripped off her tunic, completely exposing her naked body. Her enormous breasts bounced with each gasp of breath, and her large ass spread out on the bed, inviting destruction. Sasuke forced her to kneel before him, his hands gripping her blond hair with an iron grip. "Now suck my big cock, slut," he ordered, his tone leaving little room for argument. His cock, thick and veiny, stood proudly erect, already coated in a light film of pre-cum that glistened in the dim light.
Naruko hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on the imposing mass, but the fear of the baby drove her to obey. She opened her mouth, swallowing as much of his bite as she could. Her throat contracted around him, and she began to suck with clumsy but intense movements, her lips stretching around the circumference. "It hurts, but... don't stop," she murmured between strokes, her voice muffled by the chair filling her. Sasuke groaned in satisfaction, his hips rocking to deepen the blowjob, forcing his bite deep into her throat until she shivered with gags. He could feel the wet heat of her mouth, the salty taste of her skin mingling with his own fluids, and it only fueled his sadism. Sasuke's heart rate quickening, he pushed her head deeper onto his shaft, deep-throating him with a savage pleasure that made him grit his teeth. "Take it all, whore," he roared, holding her head still for brutal thrusts. His hands gripped her hair, guiding her like a doll, while his eyes feasted on the sight of her enormous breasts swaying with every movement. Naruko, despite the pain, felt a perverse arousal rising within her—her pussy was now dripping, her juices running down her thighs. She used her hands to caress his ass and balls, hoping to lessen his cruelty, but it only encouraged him.
After what seemed like an eternity of brutal fellatio, Sasuke pushed her back onto the bed, rolling her onto her back, her heavy breasts bouncing, her hard nipples pointing toward the ceiling, her face flushed, and her breath coming in short bursts. "Now, "It's my turn," he said with a cruel smile. He roughly spread her legs, exposing her wet, swollen pussy, and knelt between her legs, roughly spreading them, exposing the swollen, soaked lips of her vagina to the moonlight.
The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, an intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. He slid a finger inside her, exploring her depths, feeling the muscles contract around him. "You're soaking wet, slut. You like it, huh?" He added a second finger, pushing them in deep, rubbing her sensitive spot until she arched her back with a moan.
His tongue flicked over her pussy lips, tasting her, savoring her, before pushing inside, the sounds of sucking and moans of pleasure filling the room, the sheets staining with moisture at the base of her swollen belly. Sasuke stood up, his hands still damp with her juices, and brought them to Naruko's mouth, forcing her to suck on them before kissing them full on the lips, tongues mingling in a kiss charged with dominance and submission.
He aligned himself with her opening, the head of his cock rubbing her swollen clitoris, the muscles of her stomach tensing at the sensation. Then, he entered her. His throbbing bite pushed into her mouth with a wet, slapping sound, stretching her walls in a brutal invasion. Naruko cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure that echoed through the room. "Oh, fuck, this is too much... harder," she moaned, her words escaping her despite herself. Sasuke pounded into her in missionary position, his hips slamming against hers with rhythmic force. Each thrust made her pregnant belly shift, a taboo reminder of his dominance, and he could feel her fluids mixing with his, creating a sensual chaos of sweat and juices.
Sasuke's head pressed into Naruko's breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive to the pressure, her nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, the two bodies merging in a wild dance of pleasure and pain. He began to fuck her hard, the thrusts intensifying to a frantic pace, the moans of pain mixing with cries of pleasure, her body fluids leaking onto the sheets, the sounds of flesh slapping together bouncing off the bedroom walls.
Sasuke felt his control waver, the walls of his mind crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure, the muscles in his back twisting, his pace quickening, the veins in his neck bulging at the pressure. He grabbed Naruko's buttocks, squeezing them so hard he felt the bones bend, pushing them down, forcing his penis even deeper into her body, both of them shaking with spasms of ecstasy.
The bed creaked and creaked, threatening to collapse under the weight of Sasuke's brutality, the sheets tearing at the strain of the carnal connection, the smells of sex and sweat filling the room. Her orgasm washed over her, the thrusts suddenly stopping, her muscles tensing, and he released his cum deep inside her, Naruko's cries turning into unintelligible sounds of pleasure mixed with pain. Leaning back on his elbows, he looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen and wet, and whispered, "It's mine now," before resuming his slow, deep rhythm, Sasuke's fingers digging into the fleshy folds of her pregnant belly. The sensations were overwhelming: the salty taste of her skin as he kissed her roughly, the intense scent of their sweaty bodies, the sound of their skin slapping together. Sasuke sped up, his bite pulsing deep inside her, threatening to make her explode. Naruko trembled beneath him, her nails digging into his back, her orgasm approaching like a storm. But he stopped just before it, asserting his complete control. "Not yet, bitch. I decide when you come," he murmured, his cold gaze fixed on hers, letting the tension build like a fire ready to consume everything.
Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through them both, Sasuke's fluids filling Naruko's womb, the walls of her uterus tensing at the sensation, both of them giving themselves over to the endless perversion.
Sasuke spun her onto her stomach, her breasts falling to the sheets, her back and ass bright red from Sasuke's scratches, and he began to penetrate her from behind, his hands gripping the sheets, Naruko's feet rising in the air. The intensity and the pain were one. The moans are intensified by the presence of the two bodies, the flesh is cleansed under the darkness and the fluids mix in a symphony of boundless degradation and intensity. The moans highlight that the two bodies relate to each other, that the flesh is cleansed in the darkness as the fluids mix in a set of boundless degradation and intensity.