The area was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic gawk* gawk* of flesh against flesh.

    "Yeah- baby..."

    I held Athlea''s head in my hands, moving my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her tongue skillfully teasing and pleasuring me with each thrust.

    "Ahh- Athlea, your mouth never fails to amuse me," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. I tilted my head back, eyes closed, as I savored the sensation of her lips wrapped around my dick.

    The world outside this area seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw, primal act of pleasure between us.

    "N-no....please.." Athlea''s husband lay on the ground, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He couldn''t believe what he was witnessing —his wife, the woman he loved, willingly submitting to another man''s desires.

    He tried to speak, his voice weak and desperate. "Don''t, Athlea... I love you." But his words fell on deaf ears as she continued to pleasure me, her hand expertly massaging both of my balls while continuing to suck my dick.

    I could feel myself reaching my limit, the familiar tingle of pleasure building in my loins.

    "Ahh- I am going to cum, Athlea," I groaned, my thrusts becoming more urgent and fast.

    "Arghhh- Fuck..." My body tensed, and I held her head tightly, choking her on my dick as I released myself into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite, overwhelming, and I let out a satisfied sigh as I pulled back.

    Athlea kept her mouth open, proudly showing me my white semen.

    "Good girl," I praised, holding her chin and keeping her mouth open for my viewing pleasure.

    *Spit*

    I leaned forward, spitting into her mouth, adding my saliva to the mix of our juices. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, a twisted mix of emotions swirling within her.

    "Now swallow it, baby," I commanded, my voice low and commanding.

    "No Athlea!! No!!.." Her husband tried to move towards us, but he was too weak, his body drained of energy.

    Athlea gave him a sideways glance before obediently swallowing it down her throat. She licked her finger, a satisfied smile on her face. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

    "That was so good..." she purred, her eyes still filled with lust and desire. I smirked at her, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the power I held over her.

    I reached out, my hand finding Athlea''s waist as I pulled her up to stand. My fingers traced the curves of her ass, feeling the softness of her skin as I drew her closer.

    Athlea smiled, enjoying my thrusts as she moaned and begged for more. Our bodies tightened up, and we both reached our climax together.

    "Fuck..take this baby!!" I pulled her up, her pussy dripping my cum onto the ground. Her husband got a clear view of her pussy, releasing my seed.

    —Just then Athlea''s body went limp, collapsing into my arms the moment we were free. Her delicate body trembled faintly, her breaths shallow, and a bead of sweat traced her pale forehead.

    "You okay Athlea?" I said, carefully adjusted her, pulling the soft fabric of her wrap dress around her, cocooning her against the cold air that filled the ruins around us.

    As I stood there, holding her, a surge of power rippled through my veins. It was an intoxicatingly dominating and an unshakable sense of pride. The air around me felt different—heavier, charged with a quiet authority that was mine alone.

    From behind, a hoarse voice broke the silence, dripping with anger.

    "What the fuck do you think you are...?" Luci''s voice cracked as he staggered forward, his eyes wild, tinged with the fury of a wounded beast.

    Red rimmed his gaze, tears of anger and loss spilling down his cheeks.

    I turned slightly, just enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder. My voice was calm and sharp.

    "Now you know how betrayal feels."

    Luci dropped to his knees, his hands clawing at the broken ground beneath him. His face twisted in a mix of rage and despair, his voice shaking.

    "You think you''re better than me? You think you''ll get away with this?" He coughed, spitting blood onto the dirt. "Just wait... I''ll kill you. I swear I''ll kill you!"

    I didn''t stop walking. Athlea''s head resting against my chest. Every step I took away from Luci was deliberate, the sound of my boots echoing like a funeral march in the emptiness.

    Behind me, Luci''s screams grew louder, almost pleading.

    "You can''t just walk away! Face me! DAMN YOU!"

    But I didn''t look back. His words were nothing more than whispers. I was done with him—with his lies, his manipulations, and his poisoning ideals.

    Athlea stirred faintly in my arms, her fingers curling slightly into my robe as if seeking reassurance.

    "It''s over," I murmured softly, more to myself than her.

    "He''s done."