The kitchen still smelled like sex.
Sweet cream. Wet pussy.
Sweat. Lust. Desperation.
Sera slumped across the marble counter, tits mashed under her body, his cum leaking slowly from her stretched, twitching hole.
And Ragga...
Ragga was still hard.
Even after filling her womb to the brim, his cock throbbed with hunger, heavy and veiny, glistening in the low candlelight.
"Not enough," he thought savagely, licking a drop of sweat off his upper lip.
"Never fucking enough."
He reached down lazily, wrapping his slick hand around his still-pulsing shaft, stroking himself slowly.
"Shluk... shluk... shluk..."
The wet, obscene sound filled the quiet kitchen.
Sera whimpered at the noise — a broken, needy sound — and lifted her head weakly to look at him.
Her eyes were hazy.
Tears clung to her lashes.
Her cheeks were flushed deep red, mouth open and panting softly.
"Y-young master..." she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name earlier.
Her lips were red and swollen — begging to be kissed again.
Begging to be ruined.
Ragga leaned down.
He grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her face up toward him.
Her breath hitched — a soft, desperate "Haaah..." escaping her lips.
He smirked.
"Tell me," he murmured low, his voice dripping dominance, "what you dream about at night."
Sera shuddered.
"I... I..." she stammered, eyes darting away.
But Ragga remembered.
From the King of Milfs novel.
The secret Sera never told anyone.
The hidden scene he was never supposed to reach.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.
"You dream... of being taken in the kitchen," he whispered, "over the counter... legs spread... body full of cream... marked by your master..."
Sera gasped sharply — "Ahnn!" — her thighs trembling, her pussy gushing fresh juices down her inner thighs.
Her body betrayed her before her mouth could.
"H-how... how do you know...?" she choked out, staring at him with pure, raw fear and arousal.
She pushed herself upright, tits jiggling heavily, her apron stained with his seed.
Her hands clutched at his chest, trembling.
"Who... who are you really...?" she breathed, voice barely a whisper.
Her face tilted up.
Ragga could see the war inside her — terror, lust, devotion.
He crushed his mouth against hers.
"Chuu... slurp... mmnnh..."
Their lips locked hungrily, tongues battling, teeth clashing, gasping into each other's mouths.
Sera moaned brokenly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her massive, cum-smeared tits against his chest.
Her hips bucked forward instinctively — grinding her soaking, still-dripping pussy against his rock-hard cock.
"Squelch... squelch..."
Ragga grunted, pulling her closer, grinding harder against her.
Their kiss deepened, dirtier — mouths open, drool spilling down their chins as they devoured each other.
"Ahh... young master... I'm... I'm so messed up now... haaah... so full of you..." she whimpered against his lips.
Ragga pulled away, panting, his eyes dark.
"And you love it," he growled.
Sera sobbed — a broken, desperate sound — and nodded frantically.
"Yes... yes... haaah... I love it... please... use me more... make me yours... haaahnnn~"
Ragga spun her around, bent her over the counter again.
Sera squealed, legs spreading obediently, presenting her dripping pussy to him.
He grabbed his cock — thick, heavy, still coated in their previous juices — and slammed it back inside her in one brutal thrust.
"Guhh... AAHHNN~!"
She screamed, arching her back like a bow.
Her pussy sucked him in greedily, the tight, slippery walls pulsating and squeezing around his shaft.
Ragga gritted his teeth, fucking her with deep, savage thrusts, slamming their bodies together in loud, wet slaps.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Each thrust made her tits bounce violently against the counter, smearing cream and sweat everywhere.
Her breathy moans filled the kitchen.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahnn! So good... haaah... more... deeper... nghhh~!"
Ragga grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to arch harder.
"You belong to me now," he snarled against her ear, voice rough with lust.
"Y-yes... yes young master... only you... haaahhn... fuck me more... fuck me until I can't walk...!" she cried, tears spilling freely.
Her pussy squeezed him mercilessly — tight, wet, desperate — milking him, begging him to fill her again.
Ragga slammed harder, faster, feeling the orgasm building.
Sera's body convulsed — legs shaking, fluids squirting around his cock with a loud, wet splash.
"AAHHHNNNN~!!" she screamed, cumming violently, soaking the counter and floor.
Her pussy clamped down so hard he couldn't pull out.
With a guttural roar, Ragga thrust deep and exploded inside her — endless jets of thick, hot cum flooding her womb again.
"Splurt... splurt... splurt..."
It overflowed, gushing out around his buried cock, dripping in sticky, obscene streams down her thighs.
They collapsed together, panting, trembling, soaked in sweat, cream, and sex.
Ragga pulled out slowly, his cock still throbbing, strings of cum stretching between them.
Sera whimpered, collapsing face-first into the sticky counter, her body limp and twitching.
Her wedding ring gleamed on her trembling hand.
There was no husband.
There was no one left but him.
Ragga smirked darkly, stroking himself lazily as he looked down at her ruined, overflowing pussy.
"You're mine now, Sera."
"And this world is just beginning to open its legs for me."