CHAPTER 211: QUEEN’S CLAIM 4(R-18)

Peter’s roar tore through the air as her cunt clenched around him—a velvet fist milking his shaft, triggering a guttural response from his core.

His hips didn’t slow—they became piledrivers. Each brutal withdrawal left her swollen cunt lips quivering, clinging to his thickness of his cock crown like desperate suction cups. Then he slammed home—deep—flared head kissing her cervix before grinding his pelvic bone against her clit in a devastating circle.

Wet, obscene sounds drowned the room.

THWACK! Skin slapping skin—hard enough to redden flesh. SHLICK-SHLACK-SHLACK! Her soaked cunt devouring his cock—gushing juices coating every inch, dripping down his thighs in thick, slick rivers.

CREAK-BANG! Headboard pounding drywall—relentless rhythm announcing conquest to the entire house.

"Look at me, reina," he snarled, fingers twisting in her hair, yanking her face up. Tears of ecstasy blurred her vision—eyes wide, wild. "Watch while I ruin this pussy for anyone else."

Cock shifted inside her...

Veins bulged thicker along the shaft—throbbing, pulsing against her rippling walls.

The head flared wider—pressing insistently against her cervix—deep pressure that made her scream. Withdrew slowly, dragging every ridge along her front wall—cunt lips fluttering, sucking at his retreat.

Plunged deeper, stretching her impossibly thin—heat searing him through his core.

The room erupted with a cacophony of raw, wet violence—a symphony of flesh and fury that left no room for denial. Every sound hit like a physical blow, each layer more obscene than the last:

THWACK!

Not just skin slapping skin, but flesh punishing flesh. The impact was brutal enough to redden her skin instantly, a sharp, stinging report that echoed like a gunshot. His hips collided with hers with the force of a battering ram, butt muscles clenching on impact, thighs trembling with the recoil.

You could hear the vibration travel through both bodies, a deep, fleshy thud

that made her teeth rattle. The sound wasn’t just loud—it was dominating, crushing, announcing each savage possession to every corner of the room.

Peter’s ass flexed with each rotation—muscles coiling, glutes tensing—grinding in circles that crushed her clit beneath his pelvic bone. Each devastating stroke made her scream—voice shredding, body convulsing.

"YES! OH GOD, PETER—DEEPER! FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" Her legs locked tighter around his waist—heels digging into his lower back—pulling him impossibly deeper. Nails clawed bloody furrows down his shoulders as she arched violently.

"Em, can hear you, you know," he whispered in her ear.

The thought of Emma hearing—guttural sounds, pounding, desperate pleas—sent a fresh flood gushing around his pistoning shaft.

"She hears!" Madison gasped between sobs, eyes rolling back. "Emma hears her big brother ruining me!"

SHLICK-SHLACK-SHLACK!

Her cunt became even wetter—it was drowning. Slick, soaking arousal gushed around his pistoning cock with every withdrawal and plunge, creating a squelching suction that was utterly graphic.

Each shlick! came with thick, bubbly slurps as her swollen lips clung desperately to his shaft, trapping air that escaped with wet pops. Shlack! followed as he slammed back in, juices displacing—a sloshing flood that dripped down his balls in heavy, viscous rivulets.

The sound was wet chaos—thick, messy, relentless—like wading through a swamp.

He could hear the viscosity, the heat, the absolute drenched devastation of her cunt.

"She hears who owns this castle!" Peter growled, pounding harder—bed frame shrieking in protest.

He watched their joined bodies.

His cock disappeared into her stretched, flushed cunt—slick flesh clinging to his thickness. Creamy wetness coated his length—glistening every time he withdrew. Inner lips swelled darker—dragging out milky arousal that dripped down her thighs. Sight of her surrender—body arched, eyes wild—voice lost—ignited something primal.

His mouth crashed onto hers—swallowing her scream, tongues tangling fiercely, feasting on her cries. One hand mauled her breast—thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple—tight, pebbled—in time with his thrusts.

His thrusts deepened.

Her CUNT STRETCHED—thin membranes straining around his girth. CERVIX KISSED—dull pressure that stole breath, made her scream into his mouth. CLIT CRUSHED—pelvic bone grinding—circles—figure-eights—milking her climax. BALLS SLAPPED her ass—wet, heavy, dripping with her arousal.

Her inner walls spasmed—rippling, sucking, fluttering—demanding his release. Hips bucked—frantically grinding—meeting every brutal stroke. Nails raked his back—blood mixing with sweat.

CREAK-BANG!

The bed frame wasn’t just protesting—it was screaming. Solid oak groaned with each impact, the headboard slamming into drywall with a violence that threatened to live cracks spiderwebbing across the plaster. CREAK! went the frame, straining under the punishment.

BANG! went the headboard, a concussive blow that shook plaster loose, sending white dust raining down like snow.

The rhythm wasn’t just pounding—it was a deafening drumbeat, relentless, mechanical, annihilating the room itself. Every bang! said

"Mine." Every creak! said. "Forever." The house wasn’t just hearing it—it was being broken by the sound.

The other hand slid down, gripping her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he leveraged himself deeper, hitting angles that made her convulse and sob. "You feel that? Every inch remade for you? This cunt—this house—mine?"

"YES! YOURS! ALL YOURS!" Madison shattered again, inner walls rippling uncontrollably around his thick shaft. Her scream was raw primal pleasure, echoing through the room as clear fluid gushed from her core, soaking them both.

"FLOOD

ME!" she sobbed into his mouth. "FUCKING CLAIM ME—FOREVER!"

Peter felt her climax trigger his own release—his cock swelling enormously inside her, throbbing violently as he erupted. Thick ropes of cum poured into her, so much it overflowed, dripping down her thighs in white streams.

He kept riding her through it, prolonging her ecstasy until she collapsed, boneless and trembling beneath him, sobbing his name softly, utterly ruined, utterly claimed.

Peter wrenched Madison off the bed, cock still buried deep in her cunt, and slammed her against the oak door with enough force. Wood creaked—a sharp report announcing their intentions. Madison gasped as her back hit solid wood, body still humming from climax, inner walls fluttering around his semi-hard length.

Pinning both wrists above her head with one hand, he gripped her hip with the other. Fingers dug into soft flesh as he lifted her effortlessly—toes barely scraped carpet. The angle made her cry out—thick shaft pressing insistently against her cervix.

"We haven’t even started making noise yet."

He withdrew slowly, deliberately.

Cunt lips clung to his retreating shaft—milky cream dragged out, coating every ridge and vein. The sight made him thicken instantly—veins pulsed along the length, head flared wider as it stretched her entrance.

When only the thick ridge remained caught—stretching her lips taut—Madison whimpered. "Look at it," Peter commanded. "See how your greedy pussy tries to keep me inside?"

Suddenly, he slammed home. Madison screamed as he filled her completely—flared head punching deep. The door rattled violently in its frame.

Punishing rhythm began...

Brutal withdrawals.

Her cunt lips clung desperately, sucking at his thickness. Sticky wetness coated him, dripping onto thighs in thick ropes. His hips snapped forward—pelvic bone crushed her clit with each impact. Her pussy swallowed him whole half of him so deep that he hit her very ends—wet SHLACK-SHLACK sounds drowning out her cries.

Her body moved instinctively with his.

His ass grounded her in tight circles as he plunged deep—rotating hips to take him deeper. Thighs trembled as she lifted onto her toes, changing the angle—cribbing his cockhead against her front wall. Each bounce met his thrust—flesh slapped in wet THWACK-THWACK rhythms.

"YES! OH GOD—PETER!" Her voice echoed off high ceilings—raw, ragged. Deliberate now. Every cry a performance for Emma below. "She hears! Oh fuck—Emma hears everything!"

The thought sent fresh wetness gushing around his pistoning shaft—squelching sounds grew louder, creamier. He chuckled, Madison loved the idea and she was mentioning it again.

Her pussy lips—swollen dark pink, stretched taut around his girth. Juices—thick, white—dripped from her entrance down his balls. His shaft—veins pulsing beneath slick coating, head flaring crimson with each withdrawal. Her ass—cheeks clenching, flexing with each grind, thigh muscles straining as she arched into him.

Peter’s hips drove faster—brutal circles, deep plunges. "Louder, reina. Let her hear who owns this castle." Madison obeyed—screaming, whimpering, begging—while her cunt milked his shaft, dripping ruin

His shaft swelled inside her—not gradually, but visibly, bulging thicker at the base like a knot forming, stretching her cunt walls paper-thin.