Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 62: Insatiable Milf [+18]

Meanwhile, in the Frostvine duchy, night had long since fallen. The castle corridors were silent and cold, the servants asleep, and only the duke’s office remained lit by an oil lamp whose dancing flame cast a golden and trembling light on the walls.

Irene was still trembling, the muscles in her thighs and stomach twitching uncontrollably. Her body, limp and heavy, slumped against the desk, the skin of her back and buttocks damp with sweat.

Her gray eyes were half-closed, lashes wet, gaze glassy. Her wheezing, ragged breathing made her prominent ribs quiver. A pearly thread of saliva trickled from the corner of her swollen mouth, stretching into a long strand that trembled before settling on the varnished wood, leaving a dark spot.

Kaiser didn’t stop. He straightened up, the muscles in his abdomen and shoulders taut. He gripped her hips, where the thin, pale skin was already mottled with bright red and hints of blue. He immediately resumed his rhythm, more brutal, deeper.

Each thrust, driven by his powerful thighs, made her slide back and forth on the polished surface of the desk, the knuckles of her spine scraping the edge. Her crushed breasts, with darkened areolas and hard nipples, rubbed against the cold wood, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sharp sound of his broad palm on the pale flesh of her buttocks echoed again, alternating left and right, making the mass jiggle and ripple with each impact.

"Hiii! Haaah... a-again? Please..." she moaned weakly, her voice broken, hoarse from screaming too much. Her teeth chattered.

He leaned over her, his sweaty torso sticking to her back. He captured her lips in a voracious kiss, his thick tongue invading her mouth without gentleness, crushing hers against her palate. Irene responded despite herself, a muffled moan "Mmph... Mmmh!" escaping into his mouth, her trembling fingers weakly seeking the hard mass of his shoulders, pale nails trying to cling.

He then seized her by the waist, fingers digging into her sides, and lifted her from the desk as if she weighed nothing. The muscles in his arms and back bulged. He slammed her violently against the nearest wall.

Her shoulder blades hit the cold, rough tapestry, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, ankles locking. He held her there, suspended, hands slid under her thighs to support them, and immediately resumed pounding her without the slightest pause, the sound of their flesh colliding becoming wet, slick.

PAF! PAF! PAF!

The wall, a light partition, trembled slightly with each impact, making a frame hanging further away vibrate. Kaiser’s breath, hot and hoarse, struck her temple.

He lowered his head and took a hardened, reddened nipple between his teeth, sucked it noisily "Schlup... Schlup...", bit it until a groan of pleasure escaped her "Ouch! Haa...", then moved to the other, leaving red crescent-shaped marks on the clear skin dotted with freckles. Irene threw her head back, banging the wall once more, a long hoarse moan "Grrrhaaaa..." rising from deep in her throat.

"Haaa... haaa... K-Kaiser... too... it’s too much..." she gasped, the words breaking.

Her face was completely undone. Sweat stuck her fine blonde strands to her forehead and temples. Her gray eyes rolled briefly in their pink-rimmed sockets, pupils dilated to the extreme, drowning the iris.

Her pale pink tongue hung slightly between her parted lips. A thicker thread of saliva ran down her chin and dripped to the base of her neck. Her eyelids fluttered, her cheeks flushed, her mouth opening and closing on silent hiccups, sucking in air with a whistle.

He accelerated again, the pace of his hips becoming frantic, a dull, continuous roll of flesh against flesh. Irene suddenly convulsed, her entire body stiffening in his arms, tendons in her neck standing out. A violent tremor ran through her from nape to curled toes.

"I... I’m cumming... Hiiiiiiiiiitch!... again... please..." she murmured in a barely audible voice, broken, thick, almost incoherent.

At the same instant, Kaiser growled deeply, a sound from his chest. His powerful fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, promising new bruises.

He thrust one last time, deeply, to the hilt, and emptied himself inside her in long, hot pulsations that she could feel distinctly. Irene felt each spurt, each internal spasm, and a final weak cry, almost a sob "Hn... hic..." escaped her, as hot tears finally flowed from her closed eyes.

They stayed pressed against the wall, panting softly. Sweat ran in trails down their bodies, mingling on her chest. Kaiser still held her, his forehead against hers, his burning, rapid breath hitting her parted, salty lips. The weight of his entire body pressed on her, crushing her against the damp tapestry.

Then Kaiser slowly lowered her, his hands leaving her thighs. She slid down the wall, her wobbly legs refusing to support her, and she collapsed in a heap on the floor, the cold wood against her burning cheek. He stepped back, his breath still hoarse.

Without a glance, he crossed the room, his shadow passing over her, and collapsed heavily into a wide armchair near the window. He stretched out his long legs, let his head rest against the backrest, and closed his eyes, his chest still heaving with deep breaths.

Irene watched him through the veil of her wet lashes. The cool air of the room on her damp skin made her shiver. Slowly, driven by her carnal desire, she placed her hands flat on the floor. She pushed herself onto her knees. Her joints cracked. She crawled forward, dragging her numb, aching limbs across the parquet.

She stopped between his spread legs. The air here was saturated with his scent of sweat and sex. She lowered her eyes. His cock, still hard, rested on his thigh. Without looking up at his face, Irene placed her trembling hands on his knees. She leaned her sore body forward.

Her first lick was hesitant, a barely perceptible touch along the sensitive length. A slight twitch ran through Kaiser’s thigh. He didn’t open his eyes, but a deep "Hmm" of satisfaction came from his throat. That sound, that vibration, made Irene shiver. She grew bolder.

She opened her mouth and took him inside, slowly, striving to control the gag reflex. Her tongue pressed the vein on the underside. She tasted the salty, musky flavor, the trace of their mingled bodies. She moved up, then down, establishing a slow rhythm. Her jaws, sore from her cries, began to ache, but she continued, eyes closed, absorbed in this single task.

One of her hands detached from Kaiser’s knee and gently closed around the base, forming a tight ring that she slid in harmony with the movements of her mouth. The other hand wandered, then settled on his flat, hard stomach, feeling the muscles contract under her fingers.

Kaiser moved. One of his hands came to rest on the back of her head, not to force, but to guide, fingers burying into her fine, wet hair. The pressure was firm, relentless. He slightly increased the rhythm, pushing her head lower, faster.

"That’s it," he grumbled, his voice hoarser than ever. "Take it all."

Irene choked for a moment, her eyes filling with tears again. She adjusted, relaxed her throat, and continued, the wet, muffled sounds filling the room’s silence. Schlurp... Schlup... Her saliva ran down his length, wetting her hand and her own fingers.

Kaiser’s breathing quickened. His fingers in her hair tightened. She felt under her tongue, in her mouth, the hardened member become even more rigid, swelling. The rhythm he imposed on her head became more erratic, less controlled.

"Keep going..." he panted.

She redoubled her efforts, hand and mouth working together, sucking, licking, pressing. She felt the familiar pulse, the imminent tremor at the root. She didn’t pull back. She took him deeper, nose against his skin, accepting him entirely.

A hoarse groan escaped him, an animal sound. "Uhn!"

His hips lifted from the armchair in a jerk. Irene squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her own tears running down her cheeks. She felt the hot, salty taste flood her, the pulsations deep in her throat. She swallowed, without breaking contact, until the last drops subsided and the fingers in her hair finally relaxed, sliding over her damp nape.