She reached for him, her fingers trembling as she tried to pull him back toward her, her body arching off the table in desperation. She needed more—needed him to fill her again, to push her past the edge of sanity.
But Dick wasn't done with her yet.
"Turn over," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "On your knees."
Lana didn't hesitate. She rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up on shaky arms and knees, her body trembling from the effort. Her ass was raised high in the air, legs spread wide, presenting herself to him without question, without shame.
Dick stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips roughly as he positioned himself at her entrance. He didn't bother with teasing, didn't give her a moment to adjust. He slammed into her, hard and fast, making her scream into the night air as his cock filled her completely.
She bucked beneath him, her body jerking forward from the force, but he kept her in place, his fingers digging into her hips as he set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was brutal, relentless, his cock driving deeper into her with every motion, and Lana couldn't stop herself from crying out, her body shaking violently with the intensity of it.
"Fuck," Dick grunted, his breath ragged as he fucked her harder. "So wet just from sucking me. What a slut you are."
Lana moaned, her back arching as the pleasure ripped through her. She couldn't hold back the sounds spilling from her lips, her body betraying her completely. Every thrust sent shockwaves up her spine, her mind foggy with lust.
Her knees scraped against the wood of the gazebo, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself up under the weight of his pace.
"Harder," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but it was enough to make him grin.
"Harder?" he taunted, his hand coming down on her ass with a loud smack that echoed through the night. Lana cried out, the sting blending into the pleasure that had her on the edge. "You don't get to make demands."
She whimpered, biting her lip to muffle the sounds that threatened to spill out. She could feel him everywhere, the thickness of his cock stretching her, filling her in a way that left no room for anything else. Her mind was blank, lost in the haze of his control over her.
Dick's grip on her hips tightened, his nails digging into her soft skin as he thrust harder, his rhythm brutal. He watched as her body shook with every movement, her gasps turning into desperate moans, her back arching further as she chased her own release. But he wasn't going to let her off that easily.
"Beg for it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Lana's breath hitched, her fingers curling into fists against the wood of the gazebo. "Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Please... fuck me harder, use me like a slut I am. Let me come on your divine cock, please!."
He chuckled darkly, leaning down to press his chest against her back, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg louder."
She moaned again, her body trembling beneath him, but she obeyed. "Please, Dick," she cried out, her voice raw with need. "I need it, please—just let me come."
Dick's grin widened. She was completely undone, broken and desperate beneath him. He thrust into her harder, faster, feeling her walls tighten around him as she teetered on the edge."Go ahead," he muttered, his voice a rough growl. "Come for me."
That was all she needed. Lana's body tensed, her muscles locking up as she came hard around him, her moans echoing through the night air. Her entire body shook, the pleasure too much, overwhelming, and she collapsed forward, her cheek pressing against the wooden floor of the gazebo as she gasped for breath.
Dick didn't stop. He kept thrusting, his pace unrelenting as he chased his own release, using her limp, trembling body for his pleasure. Lana could barely keep up, her moans now nothing more than soft whimpers as she lay there, completely at his mercy.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her. He groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he held her in place, making sure she felt every last drop. The warmth spread through her, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as he finally pulled out.
Lana collapsed fully onto the wooden floor, her body spent, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She didn't move, didn't even try to. She couldn't. Her legs were shaking, her muscles weak from the intensity of it all.
Dick stood over her, adjusting his pants with a satisfied smirk. "Get up," he ordered, his voice cold once more.
She whimpered softly, pushing herself up onto shaky arms, her legs barely holding her as she stood. She felt his cum slowly trickle down her thighs, the evidence of what just happened still warm against her skin.
"Clean yourself up and get out of here," Dick said as didn't spare her another glance.
Lana nodded weakly, her fingers trembling as she reached for her discarded clothes. She didn't argue, didn't protest. She had no fight left in her. She dressed quickly, her movements sluggish, her mind still reeling from everything that had just happened.
Sitting at the gazebo, Dick heaved a heavy sigh, still naked when he heard a faint sound. Turning, he saw Melissa standing there, her lips curved into a sly grin, arms crossed as she leaned casually against the wooden post.
"Having fun, little brother?"
Dick's jaw tightened, irritation flickering in his eyes. He didn't respond right away, just pulled his pants back up, making sure to take his time, knowing she was watching his every move. Melissa's gaze was sharp, curious.
"Spying now, are we?" he muttered, finally turning to face her, his voice dripping with annoyance.
Melissa's grin widened, her eyes flicking to the spot where Lana had been moments before. "Not spying. Just... observing," she said, her tone teasing. "I couldn't help but notice the little show you put on."
Dick rolled his eyes, pulling on his shirt as he tried to brush off her comment. "And? What do you want?"
Melissa pushed off the pillar, taking a step closer. "Nothing," she said casually, though the glint in her eyes suggested otherwise. Her gaze lingered on him, traveling over his body with a lecherous smirk. "I wanted to remind you that Jessica won't give up easily after what she said at dinner, but... seems like I don't need to warn you." Her lips curled into a teasing grin. "You clearly know how to handle a few cock-hungry sluts. My mistake, little brother. Though," she added, her eyes flicking downward, "you're not that little, are you?"
Dick smirked, zipping his pants, not taking the bait. "Thanks, sis. I appreciate your concern, but I doubt Jessica will stick with her band of single ladies. She's desperate, and people around her will be even more so."
Melissa chuckled softly, her eyes still glinting with amusement. "You're probably right. She always has a backup plan... but this time feels different. I think you've rattled her more than usual."
Dick shrugged, crossing his arms. "She'll survive. Jessica's good at adapting. Besides, she's already spinning the narrative. She dumped Ryan before things went south, remember?" He mimicked her false tone from dinner, "He wasn't worth my time."
Melissa's smile widened, clearly entertained by the whole situation. "I suppose you're right. But you know Jessica—she's vengeful. I was afraid she'd rally the desperate women against you. Then again," she smirked, "seems like you can handle a bunch of fatty uglies."
Dick frowned at Melissa's choice of words, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. The insult reminded him of the constant jabs he used to endure—being called fat, ugly, a waste of space. Every day, it had been the same, the cruel laughter echoing in his ears. But that was before. Ever since his transformation began, he'd come to realize something important: the system had accelerated the process, sure, but the effort had always been his. It wasn't magic that built his muscles, that sharpened his features. Hitting the gym religiously, focusing on his diet, practicing proper hygiene—those were the things that made the real difference.
His body was a product of his own dedication, the system simply amplifying what he'd already started. Dick could have achieved this fit, sharp version of himself even without the system—albeit much slower. Thus, he couldn't help but admit that being "fatty ugly" was often a choice. Not destiny. People chose to wallow in their misery, to neglect themselves. He had been there once, but that was no longer his reality.
He smiled at Melissa, a casual smirk that hinted at nothing and everything. "Thanks, sis. I'll be careful."
Melissa stepped closer, her lips curving into a purr that didn't match the innocent facade she so often wore. "That's all I wanted to say," she said, her voice soft but dripping with amusement. "Though, I had to wait 30 minutes to say it... but the show? Hmm, it was delicious to watch."
Dick rolled his eyes. She had been watching the whole time? His jaw clenched for a second. Of course, she was. It was one thing to be lost in the moment, the heat of dominance overtaking every other thought, but knowing Melissa had been a spectator? That felt… different. Embarrassing, even. From her perspective, his actions and words probably seemed ridiculous—cringe-worthy, even. But he shoved the feeling aside. He'd never cared what others thought.
"Guess I'll start charging next time," he muttered dryly.
Melissa's grin widened. "Now, now, little brother. No need to get shy on me." Her tone was mocking, playful. "Besides, you might enjoy having an audience more than you think."
Dick shot her a look, eyebrow raised. "Really? What exactly do you enjoy, Melissa? Standing in the shadows, getting all hot and bothered while watching me fuck some girl's brains out?"
Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but she didn't flinch at his crude comment. "Maybe." She ran a finger lightly down his arm, her touch fleeting but suggestive. "Maybe I just like seeing what you've become." She paused, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "You're not the same weak little Dick I used to tease."
He watched her closely, his own curiosity piqued now. There was something more behind those words—something she wasn't saying outright. Modest Melissa, always prim and proper, was dropping hints she usually wouldn't dare.
Her choice of words was not random. "Teasing little Dick?" Of course, she meant it with innuendo. That was Melissa's game—always a subtle hint, a quiet jab wrapped in sweetness. She never said anything outright. It was a skill she'd mastered over the years, bending words to mean one thing but feel like another. And Dick wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what she was doing.
He leaned back slightly, arms crossed, watching her carefully. "You sure you're not still teasing, sis?" His voice was low, sharp enough to slice through her playful tone.
Melissa tilted her head, her smile widening, but her eyes stayed locked on his. "Maybe I am," she purred, stepping just a little closer.
He suddenly moved, pushing her up against the pillar, his arm braced above her head. Melissa's breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise as he leaned in close, his voice low and dangerous. "Careful now, sis," he murmured, his gaze locking onto hers. "I'm still horny, and teasing might backfire."
His eyes raked over her doll-like face—brown hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, hazel eyes gleaming with curiosity, and lips slightly parted in surprise and something else. Melissa had always dressed modestly, her outfits hiding most of her figure, but nothing could mask the beauty beneath. She was all soft curves and practiced poise
Her lips quirked into a small, amused smile, though he could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "And what if I want to see you backfire?" she whispered, her voice a delicate challenge.
Dick's fingers brushed against her waist, his grip firm but teasing, just enough to make her breath catch. "Is that what you want, Melissa?" he growled, his lips barely an inch from hers. "You're always playing your little games... but this time, you might not like how it ends."