Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Good," Ross growled, his grip tightening on her waist as he thrust harder, deeper, pounding into her swollen cunt.

His voice was rough, commanding, almost primal.

"Don't hold back, Laura. I want you to come for me. Come hard. Right now."

His words hit her like lightning, ripping through the haze of pleasure already drowning her mind.

She couldn't fight it anymore, couldn't hold on even if she wanted to.

"Ross!" Laura screamed, her voice echoing against the walls.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock with a vice-like grip as the orgasm slammed into her.

She convulsed wildly, her body arching and shaking, juices squirting out in powerful bursts.

Hot liquid gushed down her thighs, splattering Ross's stomach and drenching the sheets beneath them.

"Ahhhh! I can't… stop…!" she cried, each wave of pleasure hitting harder than the last.

Her entire body twisted and shook uncontrollably, her cries turning into helpless whimpers as she rode the violent high of her release.

Ross gritted his teeth, his face twisting in pleasure as her spasming pussy milked him mercilessly.

With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. His entire body stiffened, then he groaned deeply as he exploded inside her.

Thick, hot cum gushed out in heavy spurts, pumping deep into her womb.

Each pulse of his cock filled her more, his seed mixing with her squirting release until it overflowed.

The warm flood spilled out around his shaft, dripping messily down onto the sheets, pooling beneath them.

Laura's mind blanked as her orgasm dragged on and on, her hips still twitching and grinding against him without control.

Every throb of his cock inside her pushed her higher again, keeping her trapped in a haze of overwhelming bliss.

"Too much… it's too much…" she moaned, her voice breaking into sobs of pleasure, but still her body refused to stop.

Her pussy clenched tighter, milking every last drop from him, wringing him dry until his cock finally softened, still buried deep inside her.

By the time the storm of their climaxes subsided, the bed was a soaked, sticky mess.

Their combined fluids had drenched everything, leaving the sheets heavy and wet beneath their bodies.

Laura collapsed forward, pressing her flushed face against Ross's chest.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her breath shallow and ragged, as though she had just run a marathon.

Ross wrapped an arm lazily around her, his own breathing heavy, his cock still locked inside her warm, quivering pussy.

The heat of his seed lingered deep within her, a constant reminder of what they had just shared.

Laura whimpered softly, clinging to him as her body twitched with the last fading aftershocks of her orgasm, her mind floating somewhere between shame and indescribable satisfaction.

And of course, Ross did not stop there.

Now that Laura belonged to him, he would waste no time in properly training her, shaping her into a woman who could stand at his side for eternity.

His pace was relentless, his body moving with the kind of strength and endurance only he possessed.

"Ahhhhhh…!"

"Ohhhhhh, Ross!"

"Ughhhhhh…!"

Laura's moans, cries, and broken screams filled the chamber like a sacred hymn of lust.

She lost herself completely to the rhythm of his thrusts, to the fire of his body driving into hers without pause or mercy.

Every time she thought she had reached her limit, he would push her further, and her body would betray her with another climax.

She came so often she couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the next began—her consciousness blurred into an endless storm of white-hot bliss.

Hours slipped by like moments.

Her body shook uncontrollably, her thighs trembling, her insides clamping down around Ross's cock again and again as though she were desperately trying to hold onto him forever.

She could barely breathe, yet she didn't want him to stop.

The sheer ecstasy overwhelmed all reason, all thought, until only Ross remained in her world.

By the time night came, Laura's entire body was weak and drenched in sweat.

Her skin glistened, glowing faintly as though lit from within, while Ross continued to fill her with his essence.

At last, he allowed her a reprieve, pulling her into his arms.

She lay against his chest, gasping for air, her body trembling like a candle's flame in the wind.

And yet, even in this state, Laura realized something strange.

She should have been exhausted, completely drained after such a long day of endless lovemaking, but instead she felt… different.

Her body, though sore, was brimming with energy.

Her hunger was gone, her fatigue replaced with an almost soothing warmth that spread from her womb through every vein, every muscle, every inch of her being.

Sleep pulled her under before she could think further, her soft breathing falling into rhythm with his.

But beneath her peaceful slumber, a miracle was taking place.

Ross's potent seed—immortal essence concentrated within every drop—worked its way deep into her.

It seeped into her marrow, her blood, her soul itself.

Her once-mortal shell cracked apart silently, remade under the weight of that godlike power.

Her bones grew denser, stronger; her skin took on a faint, ethereal glow; her meridians lit up like rivers of starlight, widening to accept the endless flow of energy now pouring into her.

Her heartbeat slowed, then strengthened, steady and eternal.

Her aura, once fragile and unremarkable, flared to life.

Though she still slept in Ross's arms, she was no longer the same woman.

Laura had crossed the threshold without ever realizing it—no longer bound by mortal frailty.

She had become immortal, remade entirely by Ross's seed and essence.

When her eyes would open again, she would awaken not just as Ross's woman, but as a being who could walk beside him in realms where mortals could never survive.

***

The day after, Laura woke with a clarity she had never known before.

Her eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling across the room, and the first thing she noticed was how refreshed she felt.