Emmaline's mind is shattered by bliss

"Oh sososmuch, I- I-fuck! You're so big, I need it--needit so much!" Emmaline cried. The Gnoll Chieftain had turned her around after his first load filled her, and know Emmaline was positioned to face outward, his barreled chest pressed against her back and her legs dangled down over his thighs, kicking backward in uneven jerks with his every thrust. She was practically mounted on him, her chest thrust forward as she was suspended upon his cock. The Chieftain held either of her arms in the grasp of his massive hands, pulling them back to emphasize her body even more. Her breasts bounced, rocked forcefully as he thrust up into her again and again. Her chest heaved as she took in air in uneven gasps, single moments stolen between a flood of moans and depraved begging.

Before her Liv could only stare on in disgust. The sniper was still bound in that humiliating squat, but with Emmaline's depraved display going on before her, the sniper had soon forgotten about her own embarrassment. Instead she had watched. She had expected it to be a bit of a gradual thing. Liv understood the way the lust curse worked pretty well by now, and she knew that someone like Emmaline had never really stood a chance in resisting it's allure. Even still, Liv had expected her to at least try. Instead, Emmaline had broken to it almost immediately. It was as if the unceasing cascade of whorish moans and orgasmic surrender had always been lurking beneath the surface of Emmaline's bubbly demeanor, only waiting for it's chance to be set free. The moment the Chieftain's cock pierced her was, apparently, more than enough to offer her that excuse.

"Sssooo gooood!" Emmaline groaned. The Chieftain's hips smacked against her thick ass, the bubbly globes of flesh were the only thing stopping him from stuffing his cock even further inside her. It was already stretching her so amazingly far around it's girth, but even Emmaline couldn't quite take the whole of it's fat red length inside her. As much as she might wish for it, as much as Emmaline might have thrown herself back against him, might have spread her legs as wide as she could, relaxed her inner walls to be as accommodating as possible, her efforts were only rewarded with a bit more of that glorious red cock stuffed up inside her. And that would have to be enough.

The Chieftain dropped one of Emmaline's arms, letting her hand grasp against his tawny fur, fingers digging into it's thick, matted mess in an **** bid for sanity. His hand reached down to grasp around her stomach, resting just above Emmaline's wide hips. He was nearing his peak, some small still conscious part in the back of Emmaline's mind was able to grasp that much, and she immediately felt the rush of excitement at what that meant. His seed would feel so wonderful inside her, surging in her and filling her up--Emmaline's hips began to rock even harder, her every internal muscle doing it's very best to milk him of that liquid pleasure.

His hand tightened a firm grasp around Emmaline's waist and began to move her, pushing her body forward and back in time with his thrusts making them feel all the more powerful and all the more overwhelming to Emmaline. She was thrown about, but her mind didn't have time for pain or discomfort, it didn't have time for anything but the overflowing giddy anticipation of her new master's seed.

"Please! G-give it to me! I want you-want to feel--to be--make me yours, please!" Emmaline wailed. She cried out at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard her, so long as the Chieftain gave her what her body so desperately craved. And sure enough, he soon did.

"F-fuck! GODS--I-I--aaaAAHH!" she screamed. Every spurt of seed into her was purified bliss. Her body was so sensitive, so primed and readied for him that when the concentrated source of that unbridled ecstasy that ruled her mind began to pour into the depths of her unprotected cunt, Emmaline shattered entirely. Everything turned white as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body quivered, the tremors of bliss that wracked her almost more powerful and violent than the Chieftain's brutal fucking. She couldn't think, couldn't even remember that she existed as anything other than this immediate, overpowering surge of ecstasy upon ecstasy. Each new molten hot spurt of semen send new waves of electric bliss crashing through her body, overloading her nerves until her mind couldn't tell what feeling it even was any more. All she knew was sensation and there was just so much of it.

Even when the Chieftain was done, Emmaline was still a quivering, gibbering mess of orgasmic bliss. He pulled her up, off of his cock, but his seed--that powerful stimulant was inside her now. Even when he casually dropped her to the floor, Emmaline's body was still left full of the stuff, and she was far too sensitive not to cum again and again as every shift of her body sent new ripples of sensation rushing through her. She barely even seemed to notice that she had been cast aside, abandoned by the monster who had claimed her and marked her as his own as casually as if she was a broken toy. Which made sense, in it's way. After all, with her mind shattered by the unyielding waves of bliss, and gorgeous body so sensitive that she would cum from a stiff breeze, what more was she than exactly that? A broken toy.