He rolled onto his side, propped up on an elbow, looking down at Claire.
She was trying to wipe his seeds from her skin with a corner of the sheet, her face a mask of conflicted exhaustion.
Thick white streaks smeared across her stomach, thighs, breast.
Both breathing hard, sheets reeking of sex.
“Again,” he said, his voice no longer pleading, but flat.
Commanding.
Claire blinked up at him, dazed.
“What?
No, Damon…
we’re done.
You…
you finished.
You came all over me..
ah…
look at me…”
“I came,” he corrected, his eyes hardening.
The grey was almost black now.
His cock was already thickening again, rising hard against her thigh.
“I didn’t finish.
I need more.”
The Lust Influence stirred again.
She felt the change.
Her body was already exhausted, but the strange attraction Damon had awakened in her was still there.
Stronger than before.
Her nipples tightened.
Her sore pussy clenched.
“I can’t,” she whispered, but her legs shifted, and the protest sounded weak even to her own ears.
“I’m sore, I’m covered in…
we already..”
“You can,” he insisted, moving over her again.
This time, there was no pretense of gentleness.
He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand, pried her thighs apart with his knee with more force, his own renewed erection pressing against her sore, wet, swollen entrance.
Slippery with her juices and his cum smeared everywhere.
“This time, you take all of me.
All of it.
Inside.”
“Wait, please, ah..Damon, I’m sore…not so rough…”
He drove into her in one brutal, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a wet slap.
Balls smacking her ass.
She cried out, a sound of shock and overwhelming sensation.
“AH!
Oh God!
Too deep!
Too deep!
You’re gonna tear me…ahhhh!”
“Shut up and feel me,”
he snarled, mouth at her throat, biting lightly.
“Fuck, you’re still tight.
Still gripping me.”
There was no slow build now.
He set a punishing, rough pace from the start, each powerful snap of his hips jolting her body up the bed.
The headboard slammed against the wall with a furious drumbeat.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Skin on skin cracking loud.
“D-Damon, it’s too rough!”
she sobbed, her hands scrambling for purchase on his slick shoulders, nails digging.
“Ah!
Ah!
Slow…ah…please slow!”
“You wanted to help me,”
he grunted, he pulled almost all the way out then slammed back to the root.
“This is how.
Take it.
Take this cock.”
“Ah!
Ah!
Ohhh!
It’s hitting…ah!
Every time you…
ahhh!”
“Every time I what?” He slammed again, grinding deep.
“Say it.”
“You’re hitting my…
ah!
My womb!
So deep!
Ah!”
He leaned down, his mouth near her ear, his voice a dark caress.
“Feel me getting bigger inside you again?
That’s for you.
All for you.
Getting thicker, getting ready to breed you.”
She could feel it.
The swelling, the relentless fullness, the coiling tension in him that mirrored a rising peak in her own body despite her fear.
Her pleas dissolved into mindless moans.
“Ah!
Ah, God!
Ah-hah!
Oh..
ohhhh!
Yes..
bigger..
ah!”
“Louder,” he ordered, grabbing her jaw, forcing eye contact while pounding.
“Say my name.
Say you feel me splitting you.”
“Damon!
Damon!
Ah!
I feel you…so big…ah!
You’re splitting me.!
You’re stretching me open!”
“Good.
You’re so fucking wet.
Listen how wet you are.”
He fucked her harder to make that obscene squelch louder.
“You love this cock, don’t you?
Admit it.”
“No..
yes…
I…
ah!
I don’t know!
Don’t make me say— ahhhh!
Please!”
“Say it, Claire.
Say you love it rough.”
“I..
ah!
I love it!
I love your cock!
Ah!
Rough!
Fuck me rough!”
He grabbed her hips, yanked her back onto him, driving savagely.
He flipped her leg over his shoulder, opening her wider, going even deeper.
The bed screamed.
Sweat dripped off him onto her breasts.
“You were made for this.
Made to take me.
Made to get filled.”
“Ah!
Ah!
I can’t take it..
it’s too much..
oh God I’m gonna..
I’m gonna come again..
ah!”
“Come for me, Claire.
Milk me.
Squeeze that hot little pussy.”
Her eyes rolled back, her back arching violently as a sudden orgasm ripped through her, milking him with fierce contractions.
She screamed, loud, shameless.
“AHHH!
Damon!
I’m cumming!
Ohhh!
Don’t stop!
Don’t..
ahhhh!”
“That’s it..
fuck..
just like that..
choking my cock..
ohhh..”
It triggered his own end.
With a roar he muffled against her neck, biting down, he slammed into her one last time, hilting himself impossibly deep, balls tight, and let go.
This time, he did not pull out.
He pulsed inside her, a hot, liquid flood filling her depths.
She could feel the rush, the sheer volume of it, the way he twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself completely into her womb.
Rope after rope, thick and hot, painting her insides.
“Ohhhh!
Inside, you’re coming…ah!
Inside me!
Damon!
So hot..
so much..
ahhhh!
I feel you spurting!”
“Take it all.
Every drop.
Nnngh..fuck..
take it..
take my seed..”
“Yes!
Yes!
Fill me!
Ah!
Ah!
Don’t stop..
pump it in me..
oh God..so full..”
He stayed buried, grinding slowly, pushing deeper with each throb, refusing to slip out.
She whimpered at the oversensitivity, legs trembling around his waist, pussy fluttering and leaking around his still-hard shaft.
He collapsed on top of her, heavy, spent, his breath hot on her skin.
The room swam with the smell of sex and completion.
Deep within Damon, the ember had become a hungry flame.
The cultivation method was awake.
It was fed.
And it was already, greedily, demanding its next meal.
She lay under him, ruined, creampied, whispering, “Damon…
Damon…
ah…”
Something inside Claire had changed again.
She could feel it.
The attraction was stronger now.
Harder to ignore.
Damon could sense that as well.
The corruption isn’t replacing her.
It was taking root.
It was making the feelings already inside her stronger.
That was far more useful.
He didn’t need a mindless puppet.
He needed Claire.
He had only awakened something that had already been there—and fed it until it became harder to ignore.
That was what made the corruption so useful.
Claire remained Claire.
But the connection between them was no longer what it had been when they first met.
And he could feel his demonic essence responding to every change.