Evil MC's NTR Harem

The once-unbearable stretch now felt... satisfying. Every thrust sent ripples of sensation through Maya, her walls clenching around him despite her mind screaming at her to stop.

"No… no…" she whimpered weakly, her voice trailing off as another surge of pleasure made her shudder. Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her as she tried to ground herself, but it was no use.

Her body had its own desires, and it was responding to Ross in ways she couldn't control.

Ross, for his part, seemed to revel in her transformation. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her resistance crumble, piece by piece.

He slowed his thrusts for a moment, drawing himself out almost entirely before slamming back into her with brutal force.

Maya cried out, her moan a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure, and Ross's grin widened.

"See, Maya?" he said, his voice low and taunting. "Your body knows what it wants. You're finally learning to take me, aren't you?"

Maya's face flushed deeply, a mixture of humiliation and arousal washing over her.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds escaping her, but it was impossible. Her body's responses were louder than any words she could have spoken.

Her pussy tightened reflexively around Ross, her juices dripping steadily down her thighs and onto the sheets below. The obscene slickness only added to her shame, but there was no stopping it now.

Her body was betraying her, surrendering to the relentless assault in ways she couldn't deny.

The room seemed to close in around her, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and her own broken moans blending into a symphony of depravity.

She hated how her body arched toward him, how her hips bucked ever so slightly to meet his thrusts.

She hated that it felt good.

"Stop… stop… stop…" Maya's voice was weak and trembling, the words spilling from her lips in a desperate chant. She clung to them as if they were a lifeline, her final plea against the inevitable.

But deep down, she knew it was useless. Her body, pushed beyond its limits, was no longer hers to control.

She tried everything she could to stop the storm building within her.

Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her, her thighs quivered as she fought to clamp them shut, and her mind screamed at her to resist.

But no matter how hard she tried, her body betrayed her. The heat coiling in her core grew unbearable, a molten wave of sensation that demanded release.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

The scream tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, echoing wildly off the walls of the room. Her entire body arched off the bed as the wave crashed over her, shattering her final defenses.

Her pussy clenched violently around Ross's cock, the tight, rhythmic spasms gripping him like a vice.

The sheer intensity of her orgasm left her trembling uncontrollably, every nerve in her body alight with sensation.

Ross let out a low, guttural groan, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as he felt her walls milking him with every contraction.

"That's it," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Take it all." He thrust deep one final time, burying himself completely as he allowed his own release to overtake him.

Thick, hot ropes of his seed filled her, each pulse sending a jolt of heat through Maya's overstimulated body.

The sheer volume of it was overwhelming, and some of it seeped out, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath them.

Ross didn't pull out immediately; instead, he stayed buried deep inside her, reveling in the feeling of her convulsing around him.

Across the room, Peter was on the brink. He had been teetering on the edge for what felt like an eternity, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of shame and twisted fascination.

His hand moved frantically over his cock, his breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

And then, as Maya's scream echoed through the room and Ross reached his peak, Peter lost control.

"Fuck…!" he groaned, his body convulsing as his own orgasm ripped through him. His cock throbbed violently in his hand, thick streams of cum spilling over his fingers and onto his bare legs.

The release was overwhelming, his entire body trembling with the force of it.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing and the lingering echoes of their climaxes.

Maya lay limp beneath Ross, her chest rising and falling erratically as she tried to process what had just happened. Her body was still trembling, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her weak and dazed.

Ross, ever composed, finally withdrew, his cock slick with their combined fluids. He smirked as he looked down at her, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.

"See? I told you your body would come around," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Peter, slumped in his chair, stared at the scene before him with a mix of shame and lingering arousal. His hand, still sticky from his release, rested limply at his side as he struggled to catch his breath.

The weight of what had just transpired pressed heavily on him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and an uneasy silence settled over them. Yet even in that silence, the unspoken truths hung in the air, undeniable and inescapable.

The intensity of the moment was palpable as Ross, with a strength that belied his frame, effortlessly lifted Maya 10 minutes later.

Her body, limp and yielding, seemed to weigh no more than a feather in his arms. Yet, her curves, particularly her hips and thighs, were substantial, a stark contrast to Ross's lean physique.

"Look at that, Peter," Ross taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Your little tight virgin girlfriend, reduced to a mere object of my desire. My own personal slut." He paused, his gaze fixed on Peter's face, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've turned her into a fountain of pleasure, haven't I?"

Ross turned, carrying Maya's spread legs directly in front of Peter. Her exposed, glistening flesh was a stark contrast to the darkness of the room.

Peter, his face a mask of conflicting emotions, could only stare, his eyes drawn to the sight before him. Maya's body, arched and exposed, was a stark testament to Ross's dominance. Her legs, spread wide, revealed her intimate parts, a sight that both excited and repulsed him.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ross lowered Maya onto his erect big fat hard cock. Her soft cries filled the air as she was impaled, her body stretching and yielding to his forceful entry.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine.

"Oh, God, Ross," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, let me rest first."

Ross grinned, his grip tightening on her hips. "Don't worry, my little toy. You can rest later but not before I'm done with you."

As he began to thrust, his movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke a deliberate torment. Maya's body convulsed with each impact, her cries growing louder and more desperate. Peter watched, his body tensing with a mixture of arousal and revulsion.

He yearned to reach out and touch her, to claim her for his own. But he was powerless, a mere spectator to the spectacle unfolding before him.