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"...no…"

Her recovery was astonishingly fast. Before he knew it, she latched onto his cock again, but rather than deepthroat him she opted for a blowjob. A skillful show of tongue and her mouth instead of the deep caverns of her throat.

"Not bad," Aaron complimented, smiling. Her focus was on his head, his most sensitive zone. Tongue swishing and licking, engulfing his ridges in a pleasant warmth.

"Thank you," Angel Breaker replied, ripping away from his head for a moment. "When you are close, place your load right here."

She licked her lips and opened her mouth. Her tongue did a long, seductive swirl. An alluring symbol of consent. Then, she went back to slurping on his cock.

"Look at you go," he continued, smiling. An intense pressure built up in his heavy balls. A hum left his lips. It felt like a massage–a warm, tasty massage tending to his glans. The woman was addicted and eager and Aaron sighed in relief from her work. "Fuck…that's good. Keep at it. Right there!"

The underside of his glans. Everytime she traced it, his cock lurched forward with want. For the briefest of moments, overwhelmed by his tip tapping of her throat, she stopped.

"You dumb bitch, don't stop! If you can't deepthroat, at least give a decent blowjob."

Her eyes went wide and her hands wrapped his shaft, using it to balance herself as she pleasured him. Then, realizing she could kill two birds with one stone, she started stroking him again. The sensation was immaculate. Magical.

"Finally! Fuck!"

Hands wrapped around the base and shaft while her lips sucked him off. Aaron needed to be vocal in order to continue imprinting his authority over her. Over the course of a minute, he throbbed hard and oozed globs of pre-cum. Angel Breaker lapped it into her mouth instantly.

Fast and dedicated, she slurped and slurped. Pumped and pumped. Meanwhile, he continued to throb, continued to redden and pulsate and feel. His veins pulsing and breathing like a strong heart. The heat was astonishing.

"Mmm. This really is an elite level blowjob." Her cock stuffed mouth attempted to smile. "Unfortunately, I've had better. I've had masters. Now take my cum, you whore!"

He leaned over, seized the back of her skull, and fucking plunged her down his shaft while simultaneously throttling his hips forward. The meeting between eyes and pelvis couldn't have been more brutal. It was a two-sided pronged attack, a deepthroat of ****.

Angel Breaker gagged. She heaved and coughed and slobbered. Yet he maintained a firm hold over her skull as his balls clenched and the pressure released.

He came down her throat, through her oesophagus and directly into her stomach. The complete volume of his immense load draining down her. Angel Breaker's eyes rolled back. Cum burst from her mouth. But he offered her no sympathy.

For what she had done was much, much worse. He came and came and continued to throb and spew baby batter no matter how broken she became.

"Drink every last drop, whore!" His two handed grip on her skull was occasionally used to thrust back and forth–to shove his load deeper. Frankly, she wasn't even a whore. She was something much worse. She couldn't swallow, much less move as the pungent smell of sweet cum entered her systems from her mouth and nose. Two of her senses were utterly entranced by his spunk. Flooded and controlled.

Angel Breaker wasn't swallowing as much as she was simply taking. It was like a blood transfusion–a process the body could not deny. She absorbed his load because she had to. Because it belonged to the Chosen One. Resistance wasn't an option even as tears flooded down her cheeks.

This was the big, fat cock of the Chosen One. The big, fat load of the Chosen. Her arrogance and self-confidence might have crumbled in face of its greatness but she would hold on to whatever strings of willpower she had.

And she took it all.

Her throat bulged as Aaron pulled out. Pop! The sound was sensational, like the cherry on top. Her mouth stayed open, glazed with hot white cum. Aaron looked pleased.

"Didn't I say to swallow it all?"

Angel Breaker closed her mouth and did as she was told. She swallowed what must have been over a litre of his delicious essence. Aaron looked extra pleased. For the first time in a long time, he managed to do a deepthroat without coating the woman in white.

"From now on, I'm going to call you Angel Whore. Understand? It will make differentiating from the sword easier."

"Angel Whore…?" she repeated, dazing. Addicted, no, adjusted to the taste of sperm, she couldn't function properly. But now, after Aaron's declaration, she lit up with feverish energy. "Yes. Yes, of course. Of course! I am Angel Whore! Angel Whore!"

Angel Whore. In his head, out loud, that was what he was going to call her.

"Now then, Angel Whore," the name rolled off his tongue delightfully. His cock throbbed and Angel Whore watched with enthusiasm, her heart-shaped pupils glowing pink. "Lay on your back. It's time to consummate."

Her expression couldn't have been happier. She had been waiting years for this. She laid down on her back and spread her legs like a street whore.

He put her legs over his shoulders and slapped his dong on her. The heat was immense. She shivered. Her breathing quickened. Her chest expanded over and over again in a cycle of terror, exhilaration, and obedience. Staying still, his length reaching further than any male had any right to.

But he was the Chosen One. Of course his cock could reach across her stomach so broadly and with such intimidation and size. Aaron Reigner was the One.

Her pussylips tingled as he eventually drew back and prepared for entry. It was like a rocket, powerful and filled with ambition. In this case, the goal was to fuck this whore to oblivion.

There was no need to describe how he stretched because he always did that. There was no need to describe her tightening walls because that also always happened.

Angel Whore's training, her alleged reason for giving her virginity to another man, was rendered moot. Not only did he fuck her far better than previous penises inside her but he fucked her hard enough to pretty much turn her back into a virgin. It was like her cunt was split and stretched all over again.

He pushed his fist-thick cock so deep the whore could hardly react. Deeper, deeper, deeper, till she was crying his name out. "Aaron! Aaron! Aaron Reigner! My love~! Love~!" Her body shook and quaked as he fucked her. In and out, in and out, never releasing her ankles as he continued pounding her like it was nothing. She tried to clench around his thick member, she tried to resist the impossible arrival of an intense climax, yet it was all in vain.

She was fucking drenched. An easily accessible hole that was getting fucked. Breathless, mouth bobbing, raspy moaning coming one after another. Her eyes were locked onto his, witnessing the Chosen One blessing her with what she had wanted her whole life: happiness. It was a kind of joy she had never received from killing or fighting–or even from the magical Angel Breaker. And Aaron–the tiny smile on his face showed he was accustomed to this. Sexually breaking women, fucking at such a brutal pace, this was norma for him.

"Yes…yes! Drill me all the way! I…I-I love you!"

With full strokes, he pistoned that pussy. "Hold on tight!" He gripped her ankles tightly and she gasped as he doubled his efforts. Speed, strength, the deepness, the sensations of liberation increased to a divine-like degree. Angel Whore wasn't servicing him, he was servicing her. He sent her to a heavenly realm she would have experienced as a virgin. Instead, she went out and betrayed her destiny, accepting mediocrity from some man.

As if the universe answered to his whims, a name came to him. "Ghost Maker? Minhkhoa Khan? That was his name?" Aaron paused for a moment and shook his head. In this brief minute, Angel Whore recovered as much air as she could. Humming to himself at the image of the vigilante, Aaron chuckled. He needed to. He had to play this character. He had to be cruel. With a swift thrust, he piled back inside her and stretched her walls as he throbbed and pulsated. The signs of an orgasm were there. He didn't even warn her.

His balls clenched and he came. The seed he blessed in her womb would hopefully not give her the child she desperately desired. To find out that she wasn't his chosen mate would be the greatest punishment Angel Whore could ever receive. She deserved it too. It seemed to be an impossible task given the sheer size of his load. Strangely enough, he didn't think it would happen. It was like he understood the world. He had a general understanding of things, including whether she would get pregnant.

Ripping away from her pussy, a tidal wave of his thick white spunk escaped. The view was greater than anything in porn and in the back of his mind a tingle told him she wouldn't get pregnant.

Her eyes were dazed and nearly rolled back. Her arms lay behind her, splattered and weak. Her pussy was exposed and stuffed.

So he went back in again.

Gasps escaped her like fireworks. Another dose of big white cock was almost too much. Somehow, perhaps due to his newfound power, he went faster than ever before. So fast that the sound of wetness was seemingly congested into a single line of music. His bed rocked back and forth. Her moans of pleasure became louder and louder.

"Angel Whore, you dumb bitch," Aaron called, chuckling. "You're nothing but a fucktoy to me." His words reflected his actions. With the way he fucked her, used her, thrusted into her, watched her, she was a sexual object for him. An amusement to pass the time. Already, he had creampied and accomplished their so-called mission yet he did not stop. He continued. He railed her and maintained his grip on her raised legs.

Her ample breasts wobbled wildly. The bed rocked back and forth, back and forth until–

It broke.

The bed fucking broke from how hard he had been fucking her. The wooden planks underneath snapped in half and the mattress collapsed down.

Luckily, no one was injured.

And Aaron was still fucking her.

There was no mercy. No escaping. There was only him and his cock inside her.

The whore came for the fortieth time today. There was plenty more where that came from, Aaron mused to himself.