Chapter 161: 161. The Vlogger Has Been Creampied! And It Was A Good One~!**

He leaned down, his lips pressing against hers, silencing her protests with a kiss that tasted of salt and raw desire. As he continued to pound into her, Maya realized that her mind had stopped arguing. There was no more debate. There was only the relentless, driving force of Mike’s cock and the terrifying, exhilarating knowledge that he was about to claim her completely.

Mike’s kiss was no longer a kiss; it was a total annexation of her senses. He crushed his lips against hers with such ferocity that Maya’s world narrowed down to the taste of salt and the sound of their labored breathing.

Her own voice was swallowed by him, her protests and pleas silenced by the relentless, demanding pressure of his mouth. She tried to turn her head and tried to gasp for air, but he held her jaw locked in place, his tongue invading her mouth and dominating her every breath.

’No... resist it...! Maya!!!’

As he deepened the kiss, Mike’s hips accelerated. The slow, crushing rhythm exploded into a frenzied, high-speed pounding that rocked her entire body.

He was no longer just fucking her; he was hammering into her, his massive cock driving deeper and deeper with each violent thrust. "Shit! I’m so close to cumming!"

Maya’s eyes rolled back, her mind fracturing under the sheer intensity of the sensation. Her womb was being pushed further and further back with every lunge, the blunt head of his cock battering against her internal organs until she felt as if she were being split apart from the inside.

It was a brutal, overwhelming fullness that bordered on agony, yet it sparked an electric fire in her that she couldn’t extinguish. ’Move... take it out please...! It’s starting to feel weird...!’

Inside the chaotic storm of her mind, a desperate voice began to wail. ’I’m sorry, Marc! I’m so sorry!’

She was screaming it internally, a silent plea for forgiveness that no one would ever hear. She pictured Marc’s face, his gentle smile, the life they had planned together.

She tried to hold onto the image of him, to use it as an anchor to keep her from drifting away into the abyss of pleasure. ’I don’t want this! This is wrong! Please, forgive me!’

But the physical reality of the man above her drowned out the apologies. The more she apologized to Marc in her mind, the more Mike’s cock seemed to respond, growing even harder and more insistent.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Each thrust was a claim of ownership, a violent declaration that she was his in this moment and only him.

’I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...’ she whispered in her head, even as her body arched upward, her back scraping against the floorboards as she instinctively tried to take more of him. ’I can’t stop it... I can’t stop him...’

The realization hit her with the force of a tidal wave: there was nothing she could do. She was trapped under his weight, locked in a mating press that left her with no agency, no power.

She was merely a vessel, a receptacle for his seed, and the thought made her stomach churn with a mix of fear and a dark, forbidden excitement. ’Please... please... please... stop...’

’I’m going to get creampied,’ she realized, her mind spinning in a panic. ’He’s going to fill me up... and I can’t do anything to stop it.’

The thought of his hot, thick load flooding her womb, the sheer amount of him that was about to be deposited inside her, made her head swim. She was spiraling, losing her grip on her own identity, becoming nothing more than a body reacting to the most primitive of needs.

She was no longer Maya the vlogger, the girlfriend, the intellectual; she was simply a woman being broken and remade by a man who had no intention of letting her go.

...

The air in the cabin seemed to vibrate with the sheer violence of their union. Mike’s body went rigid, his muscles coiling like steel springs as he reached the absolute precipice of his endurance.

"I’M CUMMINNGGGGG!!!" He let out a guttural, animalistic roar, a sound that wasn’t just a vocalization but a release of all the primal dominance he had exerted over her. "WITH THIS YOU’RE MINE, MAYAAGGHH!"

He didn’t pull back. Instead, he drove himself in one final, devastatingly deep thrust, burying his cock so far into her that it felt as though he were trying to reach her very soul. He pinned her even harder into the floorboards, his weight crushing her as his entire body began to convulse.

"HERE IT COMES, MAYA~!" he bellowed, his voice a thunderous command. "TAKE IT ALL! TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP IN YOUR WOMB SO YOU’LL REMEMBER IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

Then, the deluge began.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE~! I’M CUMMIGGGHHHH~!" She screams and starts squirting as well.

Maya felt it before she could even process the sensation: a sudden, rhythmic, and incredibly hot pulsing deep within her. It felt like a volcanic eruption was happening inside her womb. Mike began to erupt, releasing a massive, overwhelming load of thick, scorching semen.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURT~! SPLUUUUUUUUUURT~! SPLUUUUUUUUURTT~!

The sheer volume was staggering; she could feel the hot liquid flooding her internal canals, filling her womb with a pressure so intense it felt like she was being inflated from the inside.

The sensation was the final trigger. The overwhelming fullness, the heat of his seed, and the brutal rhythm of his dying thrusts sent Maya over the edge into a catastrophic climax.

She let out a scream that was raw, unbridled, and utterly devoid of the "good girl" she used to be. It was a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her entire body went into a violent spasm, her back arching so high that only her head and heels touched the floor.

SQUIIIIRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT~! SQUIIIRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites were visible, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, limp and dripping, as her brain finally, completely short-circuited.

She was drowning in him. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a white-hot explosion that seemed to consume her entire being.

"HAA! AAHHH! AAHHN~! HAAAHNNN~!"

As Mike’s pulsing subsided, the sheer amount of fluid he had pumped into her reached its limit. Because his massive cock was still buried deep inside her, occupying the space, the excess semen had nowhere to go but out.

Maya felt a sickeningly sweet, heavy sensation as the remaining load began to burst and overflow from her pussy, bubbling and spilling out around the base of his shaft and onto the floorboards.

She lay there, a broken, beautiful mess, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps. Her womb felt heavy, swollen, and utterly occupied. She was filled to the brim, a vessel overflowing with the mark of her conqueror.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of the rain and the wet, squelching sounds of the semen leaking from her body, a visceral reminder that she had been completely and utterly claimed.

With a heavy, satisfied grunt, Mike finally withdrew himself from her. As his massive, thick cock slid out of her drenched core, the release of pressure was almost as violent as the act itself.

Maya’s pussy, still swollen and twitching from the intense contractions of her climax, couldn’t contain the sheer volume of what he had left behind. A thick, creamy torrent of semen, mixed with her own translucent, slippery love juices, came bursting out of her in a heavy, rhythmic flow.

It spilled over her labia, coating her thighs and pooling on the floorboards in a messy, white and clear puddle that smelled of raw, musk-heavy lust.

Mike sat back on his heels, looking down at the wreckage of her dignity with a look of supreme predatory satisfaction. Despite the massive release, his cock remained a formidable sight; it was still thick, heavy, and standing tall, pulsing with a lingering, angry heat that suggested he was far from finished with her.

He looked down at her limp, trembling form, her eyes still glazed, her hair matted with sweat, and her mouth hanging open in a dazed, post-orgasmic stupor, and he let out a derisive, mocking chuckle.

"Look at you," he sneered, his voice dripping with a cruel kind of amusement. "You’re a pathetic, leaking mess."

"You spent all that time acting like you were too good for this, acting like you were some high and mighty vlogger who wouldn’t be ruined by a man like me." Mike grinned. "But look at your body now... It’s nothing but a fucking bucket for my seed."

He reached down, roughly slapping one of her heavy, aching tits, making her wince. "You’re not a lady, Maya..."

"You’re just a hungry, desperate little slut who couldn’t help but beg for it."

"You’re nothing but a hole that needed filling, and you’re lucky it was me who did it."

Maya heard him. She heard every insulting, demeaning word.

She felt the sting of his mockery in her soul, but she was too physically shattered to fight back. Her muscles felt like jelly, her brain was a fog of dopamine and exhaustion, and her body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure she had ever known.

She couldn’t find the strength to scream at him, to defend her honor, or to tell him how much he was hurting her pride. Her lips could only twitch uselessly.

Instead, she retreated into the only sanctuary she had left: the silent, dark corners of her mind. There, amidst the wreckage of her shattered ego, she whispered a single, broken name over and over again, a desperate, silent prayer to a man who wasn’t there to save her.

’Marc...’ she thought, her mental voice a fragile, weeping thing. ’Marc... oh god, Marc... help me... Marc...’