"It's too big," she protested as she tried to take it in while being on top of me. Well, I couldn't blame her. Despite her American heritage, I could feel the tightness, reflecting a distinctly Korean pussy. Her intimate area was adorably cute and immaculate, making me ponder about the level of care she dedicated to it.
So being the helpful soul that I am, I used a bit of force and pushed it in all at once.
THRUST!
"Ouch, it hurts," she cried out.
"Do you want me to stop? " I playfully teased.
"No, please keep going," she replied hastily, as if afraid I'd actually stop.
As she gave the cue, I began thrusting, causing her to let out cries of discomfort and pleasure as my huge dick slide back forth inside her pussy. I couldn't help but marvel at the paradox I had orchestrated.
I could feel the skin in her pussy breaking under the friction, and even traces of blood appeared. It was because of my power of suggestion. Despite the fact that she was no longer a virgin, her mind still held onto the idea of purity, causing her body to react as if it were true.
Motivated by a combination of hunger, dominance, and the need to take reign over her, I went on and increase my pace.
"Ahhhh…ahh.. My pussy is breaking… it hurts … it hurts… please … Please slow down, my pussy is bleeding .. Ahhh. Ahhhh.ah !, " Her sobs and the noises of my dick slamming her pussy filled the room, intensifying the atmosphere and making me more exited .
"Move your hips faster," I commanded, observing the blood dripping made me more happy .
After a few minutes , I noticed that I was breathing more heavily and that I was at the tipping point. I realized that I should increased my stamina as well in the future for this type of things.
Finally, I was overcome by the sense of her pussy embracing my hard dick. I reached my limit, and with a final, strong push, my dick tensing as I unload everything in her pussy.
She dropped onto the bed as the waves of ecstasy flooded over her, and we both began to sweat.
My senses were returning to normal, and as I looked at her, a mixture of emotions washed over me. Pleasure, satisfaction, and a strange sense of accomplishment were all swirling within me. I knew I had pushed the boundaries, and what had just happened was far from right, but I had achieved my goal.
I reached out to gently brush the hair away from her face, and she looked up at me with blank eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"Yes, Master ,"
[Domination : 100%]
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Sitting there, observing her naked body, I found it hard to muster any empathy for the woman who had once been a thorn in my side.
The power I had used to manipulate her felt like a just retaliation for all the pain she had caused me in the past. My own conscience seemed distant, drowned out by the years of resentment and anger that had built up.
And despite the surprising vulnerability I had witnessed from her, I wasn't about to let my guard down and forgive her easily. The wounds she had inflicted on me ran deep, and her sudden change in demeanor didn't erase the years of pain and resentment I had felt. It was a complex mix of emotions that I struggled to untangle.
As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. For once, the tables had turned, and she was the one under my control. It was a twisted sort of justice, and part of me was really happy. She had always held power over me, but now I had a taste of what it was like to hold power over her.
"Aunt Allysa, Do you recognize me?" I asked.
"You're the person who saved me, the first person I fell in love with." Her response was immediate, as if she had rehearsed it countless times.
The words struck me like a punchline in a dark comedy. She thought she was confessing her feelings to a mysterious stranger who had saved her, when in reality, she was confessing to the very person she had once tormented
The tables had turned so drastically that I had to suppress a chuckle. I was no knight in shining armor; I was the nephew she had always bullied. And now, I held the power to shape the narrative however I pleased. It was a plot twist that even the best storytellers couldn't have imagine.
"I'm Zyden, your nephew," I admitted with a chuckle.
"I see," she replied, her tone nonchalant, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The effects of Domination was really scary.
"Did you attempt to poison me with that bottled water? "I asked the question that had been bothering me. It was the crucial piece of information I needed to uncover. I had braced myself for whatever answer she would give. If she was indeed guilty, then I was prepared to take the necessary actions.
But her next words made me stood up.
"Yes," she answered.
I felt a rush of anger surge within me, threatening to consume everything. I stood up abruptly, my hands trembling as I grasped her shoulders, my anger barely contained.
"Why? Why the hell did you do it?" I shouted, my voice laced with disbelief and rage.
"It was your uncle," she confessed, and my grip on her tightened more involuntarily. "He forced me to give you that bottle because your birthday is coming up, and he was afraid that you'd take everything from him."
"You just followed him blindly?" I spat out, struggling to control the rage pulsing through me.
"No, I switched the poisoned bottle with a normal one after feeling guilty," she admitted.
My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. If my aunt had switched the poisoned bottle with a normal one, then who had poisoned me ?
"When did he tell you to poison me?"
"A few weeks ago," she replied.
My suspicion was confirmed. My uncle must have instructed her to poison me, but I had only been poisoned a couple of days ago. That meant he had taken matters into his own hands after he notice I was not dying.
"That mother fucking bastard!" I seethed with rage, a burning desire for revenge consuming me.
[Mission : Take your revenge and Uncover the truth about your uncle]
[Reward : 2000XP + 2 Domination Points.]
"You will pay for trying to kill me ,"