Chapter 104: Shattered Lineage II
Clara’s strokes became frantic and sloppy, her palm gliding up and down the throbbing length with a desperation fueled by terror, her thumb circling the swollen head on each upstroke, smearing the oozing pre-cum to make the glide wetter, filthier, the sticky fluid coating her fingers like a brand of degradation.
"Please... just cum, you bastard... end this," she whimpered, her voice a broken, hoarse plea, fresh tears streaming down her face as she leaned in closer, her hot breath fanning the base of his shaft, making it twitch.
Her body betrayed her cruelly, her thighs squeezing together to grind against the aching throb in her core, her panties a soaked ruin, the fabric chafing her swollen clit with every shift, her free hand unconsciously grazing her exposed nipple, pinching it hard in a mix of self-punishment and unwilling pleasure.
Agnes’s movements were slower, more calculated in their reluctance, her fingers gripping the base with a vise-like hold, twisting viciously on each downstroke as if to punish him, her nails raking lightly over the sensitive skin, drawing a hiss from Devon. "Finish it, you monster... get it over with," she hissed through clenched teeth, her blue eyes blazing with unquenchable hatred even as her body responded, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion, the pearls clinking obscenely against her skin, her own arousal a shameful flood between her legs, soaking her lace panties and trickling down her inner thighs in hot rivulets.
Devon groaned deep in his chest, the sound a guttural rumble that vibrated through his cock, his hips bucking slightly into their hands, savoring the dual assault, Clara’s soft, eager desperation and Agnes’s firm, resentful precision, their fingers brushing in accidental intimacy that sent jolts of forbidden electricity through them.
"Fuck, that’s it... milk me, you desperate whores," he taunted, his voice thick with dark delight, his fingers tightening in their hair to yank them closer, the heat of their breaths mingling over his cock, making it leak more pre-cum in thick, pearly drops. "You want me to cum quick? Then put in the goddamn work. Suck me, show me how much you hate every second of this."
Clara hesitated, her lips parting in revulsion, a sob catching in her throat, but the fear for Thorne propelled her forward, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of his shaft in a long, slow drag from balls to tip, the salty tang exploding on her taste buds, making her gag but also stirring a traitorous heat in her belly.
Agnes’s eyes widened in shock her face twisting, but she followed, her reluctance palpable in the way her body stiffened, her mouth descending to his heavy, hanging balls, her tongue lapping tentatively at the skin, the musky flavor flooding her senses as she sucked one into her mouth with a wet, obscene pop that echoed through the room.
The movement was coordinated in their desperation, a filthy ballet of mouths and hands, Clara’s lips enveloping the head of his cock, stretching wide around the girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard and fast, her tongue swirling around the tip to lap up the steady leak of pre-cum, the salty bitterness coating her throat.
"Mmmph... gaggh," she mumbled around him, gagging as he filled her mouth, her saliva drooling down the shaft in shiny, messy rivulets, bubbling at the corners of her lips, her hand stroking the base with furious twists, her nails grazing the veins. Agnes worked his balls with equal fervor, her mouth hot and insistent, licking and sucking the sensitive sacs, her teeth grazing lightly in a bid to overwhelm him, her free hand cupping and massaging the other ball, rolling it in her palm, squeezing just enough to make him hiss in pleasure-pain.
The goal was clear, urgent, maximum pleasure, as fast as possible, to end this degradation, their mouths moving in frantic tandem, Clara bobbing her head deeper, taking him until the head bumped the back of her throat, tears streaming from the effort, her throat convulsing in tight, wet squeezes, Agnes nipping and laving his balls, her breath hot and ragged, the pearls pressing into her chin as she worked, saliva dripping down to soak his perineum.
Devon loved every filthy, reluctant second, his head falling back with a primal groan, his hips thrusting shallowly into Clara’s mouth, forcing her to take more, the gagging vibrations sending shocks of ecstasy up his spine.
"Holy fuck... yes, choke on it, Clara... suck those balls, Agnes," he growled, his voice rough and commanding, one hand fisting Clara’s hair to pull her down harder, shoving his cock deeper until she gagged violently, her throat tightening like a velvet vice around him, saliva spurting from her lips as she struggled for air.
The mess dripped onto Agnes’s face below, the older woman flinching but not stopping, her tongue lashing his balls with renewed intensity, sucking them into her mouth one by one, the wet slurps filling the room like a porn soundtrack.
Clara’s eyes watered, her gags turning to choked, muffled moans, her body shaking as she pulled back with a desperate gasp, strings of thick saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock, her chin shiny and dripping, coughing as she sucked in air.
"I... can’t... it’s too big," she gasped, her voice hoarse, spit bubbling on her lips, but Agnes surged forward without a word, her mouth replacing Clara’s on his cock, sucking him in with a fierce, reluctant vigor, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep, her throat working to swallow around the girth, gagging but persisting, her saliva mixing with Clara’s to create a slippery, filthy sheath.
They switched seamlessly, driven by the need to break him. Clara dropping to his balls, her tongue lapping hungrily at the slick skin, sucking one into her mouth with a wet, greedy slurp, her hand stroking the base with furious pumps, her nails scraping lightly to heighten the sensation, Agnes bobbing on his cock, her lips stretched obscenely around the thickness, her tongue pressing flat against the underside to massage the veins, saliva and pre-cum drooling down her chin in messy strings, staining her pearls and blouse.
Devon’s groans grew louder, more animal, his body tensing, the pleasure coiling like a serpent in his gut, his balls tightening under Clara’s mouth, his cock swelling in Agnes’s throat.
"Goddamn, you two are perfect... suck harder," he rasped, his hips bucking faster, thrusting into Agnes’s mouth until she gagged, her throat convulsing in rhythmic squeezes that milked him, saliva spurting from her lips as she pulled back with a cough, her chin a glistening mess.
The assault overwhelmed him, their mouths alternating in a frenzy, Clara’s youthful eagerness clashing with Agnes’s mature reluctance, their tongues tangling accidentally over his cock in a sloppy, wet mess of saliva and pre-cum, the sounds obscene, slurps, gags, wet pops, and Devon’s guttural moans.
His hips jerked, the tension snapping like a wire, a roar tearing from his throat as he pulled out at the last second, his cock erupting in thick, hot ropes of cum, splattering across their upturned faces Clara’s cheeks and open mouth coated in sticky white, dripping down her chin to her exposed breast, pooling in the valley of her cleavage.
Agnes’s forehead, lips, and pearls painted, the semen tangling in the strands, sliding down her throat as she gasped, the salty load hitting her tongue. They recoiled in disgust, Clara wiping her mouth with a sob, her face a smeared mask of cum and tears, Agnes spitting the load onto the carpet, her pearls glistening with his seed like debauched jewelry.
They heaved deep, ragged breaths, slumping back on their heels, bodies trembling with exhaustion and revulsion, assuming the ordeal had ended. Clara’s dress was a cum-soaked ruin, the fabric clinging to her sweat-drenched skin, her panties a visible wet spot between her thighs, Agnes’s blouse hung open, her breasts heaving, the pearls sticky and tainted.
"Is... is that it? Please, let it be over," Clara whispered, her voice hoarse from gagging, her eyes avoiding Agnes’s, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and shame, their faces glistening under the low light.
Devon’s laugh was dark, mocking, a low rumble that cut through the room as he stood over them, his cock still rock-hard, throbbing and slick with their saliva and his cum, the shaft veined and swollen, not softening even a fraction after the release.
"You thought one load would get the job done?" he taunted, his voice thick with amusement and renewed hunger, stroking himself lazily, the head flaring as pre-cum beaded again, the sight making their eyes widen in shock and fresh terror. "Look at it, still hungry for more. You two sluts barely got me started. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you earn every second of Thorne’s reprieve."
Clara’s face paled, her hand covering her mouth in horror, fresh tears welling as she shook her head. "No... please, I can’t take more... it’s too much," she begged, her body curling inward, her exposed breast quivering with her sobs.
Agnes’s eyes flashed with fury, her cum-smeared lips curling in disgust. "You animal... haven’t you humiliated us enough?" she spat, her voice trembling, but her body betrayed a flicker of heat, her nipples still hard, her thighs slick.
Devon ignored their pleas, moving to the king-sized bed at the center of the room, its black silk sheets a dark invitation to debauchery. He lay back against the pillows, his body sprawled in arrogant display, his cock standing tall and proud against his abs, glistening and ready.
He pointed a finger at them, curling it in a beckoning gesture, his smirk wicked and unrelenting. "Come here. Both of you. Crawl if you have to. We’re just getting started."
Clara and Agnes exchanged a glance, confusion and dread etching their features, their cum-smeared faces flushed with humiliation and exhaustion. Clara gulped, her throat bobbing visibly, her exposed breast heaving, Agnes swallowed hard, as she wiped a strand of cum from her chin.
"What... what more can you want?" Clara stammered, her voice cracking, but they moved forward on shaking limbs, crawling across the carpet on hands and knees, their bodies swaying with reluctance and fatigue, Clara’s dress dragging behind her like a flag of surrender, Agnes’s skirt riding up to bare her ass, the lace panties wedged between her cheeks.
Devon grabbed Clara first, pulling her onto the bed with a rough yank that made her yelp, flipping her onto her back as he positioned himself between her spread thighs, his cock hovering at her entrance. "You first, daughter," he growled, tearing her panties aside with a savage rip, the fabric shredding to expose her slick, swollen pussy, the lips puffy and glistening with her traitorous arousal, the inner folds pink and inviting despite her sobs. Clara shook her head wildly, tears flying.
"No... please, not inside me... it’s wrong," she begged, her hands pushing at his chest, but Devon gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her entrance, parting her folds, teasing her clit until she arched despite herself, a moan escaping as her hips bucked involuntarily. "Nanna, stop him... please," she cried, but Agnes could only watch in frozen horror, her hands trembling.
Slowly, agonizingly, Clara lowered herself under his guidance, her pussy stretching around his girth, the intrusion a burning fullness that made her scream, her walls clenching in protest as she took him inch by throbbing inch, the veins dragging against her sensitive inner walls. "It’s... splitting me... too big, too deep," she whimpered, her hands clawing at the sheets, nails tearing the silk as she rocked tentatively, the slow grind building a friction that made her gasp, her juices gushing to coat him, easing the slide but amplifying the shame.
Her clit throbbed with each movement, her body betraying her with waves of unwanted pleasure, her exposed nipple hardening further as sweat beaded on her skin.
Devon let her adjust for a moment, his hands on her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, but his patience snapped. he thrust up hard, pounding into her with a brutal force that made her scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, her pussy gushing around him in a spray of arousal, the wet slap of skin echoing like gunfire.
"Fuck, your cunt’s gripping me like a vice," he grunted, slamming into her relentlessly, his balls slapping her ass, his cock hitting her cervix with each drive, making her eyes roll back, her moans turning to wails of mixed agony and ecstasy.
Not satisfied with the pace, he signaled Agnes with a crook of his finger. "Get over here, grandmother. Sit on my face and let me devour that dripping pussy while I ruin your granddaughter’s hole."
Agnes hesitated, fresh tears welling as she crawled onto the bed, her skirt hiking up to expose her soaked panties. "You... you can’t make me..." she whispered, her voice breaking, but the threat in his eyes, the unspoken reminder of the recording propelled her forward.
She straddled his face, her thighs trembling as she lowered herself, her mature folds hovering over his mouth, the scent of her arousal musky and intoxicating. "Please... not this," she begged, but Devon pulled her down roughly, his tongue delving into her with hungry, savage strokes, lapping at her clit like a starving man, sucking the sensitive nub until she bucked, a scream tearing from her throat, her hips grinding down instinctively, her juices flooding his mouth in a gush.
"Oh God... no... yes..." she moaned, her body betraying her, her hands gripping the headboard as she rode his face, her pussy clenching around his tongue, the pearls bouncing against her heaving breasts.
The positions shifted in a whirlwind of raw, animalistic fucking, Devon’s stamina a relentless force that drove them through a gauntlet of degradation. He flipped Clara onto all fours, her ass in the air, pussy dripping onto the sheets as he slammed into her from behind, his cock stretching her walls to the limit, the head battering her g-spot until she squirted, a hot spray soaking his balls and the bed.
"Scream for me, Clara, let Nanna hear how much you love being fucked like a whore," he snarled, his hand spanking her ass red, the slaps echoing, her cheeks jiggling with each thrust, her moans muffled as she buried her face in the pillow, her body convulsing in orgasm after orgasm, her pussy milking him in rhythmic squeezes.
Agnes watched, forced to rub her clit, her fingers plunging into her own cunt, the wet schlicks joining the symphony, her moans turning to cries as Devon reached over to finger her ass, the tight ring clenching around his digit.
He switched, pulling Agnes down onto his cock in reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took him deep, her mature pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, creaming around his shaft in thick, white rings. "Ride me, old slut show your granddaughter how a real woman fucks," he commanded, his hands spreading her cheeks to expose the sight to Clara, who was made to lick his balls from below, her tongue lapping the juncture where he plunged into.