Hands rake over his chest as she stare down at the cock penetrating her world

Her hands raked over Erza's chest, her nails leaving red trails on his taut skin. Harry's gaze was fixated on the sight of Erza's cock disappearing into her own body, the reality of the situation stark and overwhelming. Each time he pulled out, it was coated in her own arousal, a visual reminder of her unwilling participation in this degradation. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the obscene display.

Erza's rhythm grew more frenzied, his grip on Harry's hips tightening as he drove into her with increasing fervor. The bed beneath them creaked in protest, a sound that seemed to only spur him on. Harry's breaths grew shallower, her body responding to the brutal pleasure that was being **** upon her. Despite the pain, she found herself moving with him, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her pussy tightening around his shaft like a vice.

Her eyes remained locked on the cock that was redefining her world, the veins pulsing as he claimed her over and over again. She felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal, the two emotions battling for dominance within her as she watched her new life unfold before her. The room around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in a dance of power and submission.

Without warning, Harry's orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that stole her breath. She screamed out his name, the sound raw and filled with both ecstasy and despair. Erza's smirk grew wider as he felt her tighten around him, his own release building. He quickened his pace, each thrust more powerful than the last, pushing her into a second climax that had her body shaking and her eyes squeezed shut.

"Beg for me to breed you slut."

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