Plundering Everything I Want

Before Jill could regain her senses, Tristan's tongue pressed against her lips, prying them open with surprising force. His large hands gripped her slender waist tightly, while one hand slipped lower, brushing against her nether lips.

His fingers found her clitoris and started rubbing it.

Feeling the jolts of pleasure, Jill's mind raced. She didn't know if what was happening was real or a dream, but she couldn't deny Tristan's fiery passion for her.

Her heart rejected the situation, but her body betrayed her. Heat pooled in her lower abdomen, and she struggled to suppress the unwanted arousal.

'No! I can't let this happen.'

This time, she was completely panicked. She realized that if she allowed this to continue, it wouldn't just be an experience like last night, forgotten in the sleep due to alcohol—it would be burned into her memory, staining her soul forever.

Facing such a situation, she became desperate.

She ignored everything happening around her—even ignored what Tristan did to her. Only one thought shrouded her mind: escape.

She needed to escape, but Tristan's strength was far beyond anything she had ever faced. There was no physical way to break free, so she decided to try another method.

Swallowing her anger, she pushed his face away from hers and spoke in a rushed and breathless voice.

"No, stop… Please… I forgive you. Let's forget about last night... I won't hold it against you, but you need to leave now, or I'll be truly angry!"

Tristan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but smile sinisterly in his heart. Of course, on the outside, he didn't break his character. Instead, his acting became more frantic.

"My beautiful Jill... Just one more time. Last night was my first. I've never touched a woman before, and I may never get the chance again after today. So, just let me be selfish for this one moment."

Speaking all at once, he thrust his hips forward, and before she could react, he slid the rest of his thick cock inside her, filling her completely.

"Haangh!"

With a loud gasp, Jill's body arched involuntarily.

Every time his cock hit the deepest part of her pussy, it stretched and molded her vagina into his shape. She wanted to stop Tristan from thrusting, but the tingling pleasure made her feel as if all the strength in her body had been drained away. She was not used to this feeling, but it was incredibly comfortable.

"No... Ah... Stop... Get out of me."

"I will once I am done... But Jill, why don't you become my woman? I'll treat you well. I want to fuck you every day."

He asked, but he didn't give her a chance to respond. He increased his pace, and his cock slid in and out of her sticky entrance even faster, thereby intensifying the stimuli she felt.

Soon, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room.

Puck—Puck—Puck.

The lewd noise only added to the dizzying sensations that overtook her.

Her mind was screaming for control, but her limbs felt weak, her eyes were blurry, and she felt powerless against the intense pleasure.

She wasn't accustomed to this, but a part of her, buried deep inside, couldn't deny how good it felt.

Noticing her struggles weaken with each thrust, Tristan couldn't help but feel a surge of accomplishment.

'Heh, what happened to the proud heroine of Resident Evil? Aren't you now just a bitch, moaning like a slut while I fuck you?'

Sneering inwardly, Tristan grew even more frenzied in his movements, completely disregarding her reactions. He activated the Ecstasy Heart Sutra at full force, his hips pumping faster and faster.

"No, uh, stop... ah... hnn..." Jill didn't moan but kept gasping for breath.

The numb pleasure spread through her body, attacking what remained of her rationality.

Her body, though overwhelmed, soon began responding to the pleasure, causing her to accept it passively.

Several minutes later, she was breathing quickly and shallowly. Her legs wrapped tightly around Tristan's waist, pulling him deeper into her.

While kissing him, she sucked on his tongue unconsciously, and her arms locked around him as though trying to meld their bodies together.

Soon, a few powerful thrusts later, she screamed.

"Kyaaaaa~"

Instantly, her body began to spasm. Her thighs clenched against Tristan's back, and her insides tightened as her orgasm hit. She bit her lip and tightly closed her eyes, trying to deal with the overwhelming pleasure that was drowning her consciousness.

A gush of her love juice flooded Tristan's cock inside her pussy, pushing him closer to his own climax.

For a moment, Tristan stopped his movements and stayed deep inside her as her climax slowly ended.

She gazed at him with a rosy face and an evasive look. Her expression was a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction, but this time she didn't tell him to pull out.

"Did that feel good?" Tristan asked with a devilish smirk, gently kissing her flush cheeks. "Jill, I love you... Can I cum inside?"

Jill wanted to refuse.

Sex was one thing, but cumming inside was defilement. However, the words caught in her throat. Her body, still riding the high tide of pleasure, betrayed her. She hummed softly but didn't voice her rejection.

"Mmm."

"That's my girl."

With a sharp grin, Tristan kissed her hard, his hips driving into her again.

His cock moved rapidly, thrusting in and out like a piston, turning the slippery folds of her pussy inside out with each movement.

Suddenly, he pulled out the penis, leaving the glans at the vagina's entrance as a guide. He then sank down hard again, allowing the thick penis to enter the wet, tight vagina until the glans kissed the cervix, at which point he slowly pulled it out.

This began a repeated cycle of fucking.

Squelch—Squelch—Squelch

The room was filled with the melodious slapping of his hips against her wet pussy, while Jill's deep moans filled the air.

Her legs tightened around him, making her pussy clamp down on his cock even harder.

"Jill… You're so tight. I'm gonna fill your womb with my cum and knock you up."

"Mmm..."

Jill responded with a soft groan, and her body shuddered beneath him. In her mind, at this moment, everything was normal to do, and she blamed it on her strong sexual desire.

Spurred on by Jill's quiet acceptance, Tristan increased his pace. It didn't take long—his waist went numb as pleasure built inside him. With one final, deep thrust, he buried his entire length inside her, his cock pulsing.

A torrent of hot semen shot out like a flood, overflowing from her already-filled womb.

Splurt—Splurt—Splurt

The heat from his cum spreading inside her caused Jill's body to react instinctively. She clung tightly to him, her legs squeezing his waist with surprising force.

Her toes curled as waves of numbing pleasure emanated from her womb, starting in her pussy and spreading through her entire body like a live wire. Her mind blanked as a second orgasm crashed over her, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"—!"

Obviously, she climaxed once again!

After a few minutes of rest, Jill slowly came to her senses and turned her head to the side.

"Go away... I don't blame you, but don't talk to me again... From now on, let's pretend we don't know each other, understand? If you don't, I'll arrest you myself!"

Her tone was firm. While she couldn't pursue the matter of Tristan raping her, there was no way she would let him use it against her.

"Alright, but give me one more time, Jill. Let me have your moans locked in my memory forever." Without waiting for her reply, he resumed thrusting. This time, with his own semen still inside her, the motion was smoother, more fluid.

"You... stop it... Ah! Fuck you! Okay... okay, go slower... be gentle, you bastard!"

Jill was powerless to resist. She spread her legs wider, allowing Tristan to do whatever he wanted.

Anyways, it was going to be the last time, after all... or so she thought.

She didn't realize that Tristan had already fucked her, and she was still hoping she could escape his clutches.

'Is she dumb or became one after being pounded silly? Hahaha.'