Chapter 522: Battle between Erica and Elder - r18
His hands gripped her ass, pulling her close against him as he buried himself deep. His cock pulsed violently as he came with a low, guttural moan that filled the entire room. Hot, thick spurts filled her, marking her insides as his. He held her there, hips grinding slowly, savoring the way her pussy clenched around him.
Erica moaned softly, her body limp and satisfied beneath him, still twitching with aftershocks. "Gods... Julian... that was... everything," she whispered, her lips curving into a dreamy smile as she basked in the warmth of his seed inside her.
Elder, however, was silent now, her presence a shadow in the back of their shared mind. She watched, humiliated and burning with unfulfilled desire, as Julian leaned down to kiss Erica’s sweat-slicked shoulder.
"You see, Elder?" he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. "This is what happens when you fight me. Erica gets to cum, gets to feel me, while you... you just get to watch."
Elder’s voice came again, barely audible, laced with a mix of fury and broken pride. "You... you’ll pay for this... I’ll take back control..." But the words lacked conviction.
Julian chuckled and pulled out slowly,. "Oh, Elder, you can try. But we both know Erica’s the one who wins when I’m done with you." He slapped her ass lightly, making her gasp, before leaning in to whisper, "And I’m not done yet."
Julian’s chest heaved with the aftermath of his release, his cock still twitching inside Erica’s quivering pussy. He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum tauntingly dripped down her thigh. Erica’s body slumped forward onto the chair, her breaths coming in ragged, satisfied pants.
"Mmm... Julian... that was incredible," she murmured, her hips still twitching involuntarily.
But Julian wasn’t finished. His eyes darkened with a new wave of dominance, his gaze fixed on the fractured woman before him. He could sense Elder lurking just beneath the surface, her fury simmering like a storm about to break.
With a wicked grin, he reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back roughly, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Enough playtime, Erica," he commanded. "You’ve had your fun. Now give control back to the Elder. Let her come out and face what she’s been hiding from."
Erica’s expression shifted, a flicker of reluctance crossing her features. "But... Julian... I don’t want to... she’s going to ruin this," she whined, but the command in his tone was irresistible.
Slowly, the change washed over her—her posture straightened, her eyes hardened from pure lust to defiance. Erica’s playful moans faded, replaced by Elder’s cold, controlled breathing.
Elder blinked, her mind still reeling from the sensory overload of Erica’s climax. "You... you insolent boy," she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and residual arousal. "How dare you summon me like some puppet? I am not yours to command!"
She tried to pull away, but Julian’s grip on her hair held firm, keeping her on her knees before him.
Julian laughed. "Oh, but you are, Elder. You’re nothing but a withered old facade, hiding behind authority because you can’t handle the heat."
He stroked himself lazily, his cock hardening again at the sight of her humiliated glare. "Time to degrade you properly, you bitch. Open wide."
Elder’s eyes widened in outrage, her cheeks burning with shame as she struggled against his hold. "No... I will not submit to this degradation! Release me at once!" But her body, still sensitized and betraying her, quivered under his touch.
Julian ignored her protests, his free hand gripping her jaw and forcing her mouth open. "Look at this face," he mocked, his cock mere inches from her face.
"All those wrinkles from years of frowning and denying yourself pleasure. That sagging skin, those tired eyes— you’re past your prime, Elder. But I’m going to paint you like the cum-dump you really are."
His words were cruel, each one a physical blow to her ego.
She tried to turn away, but he held her steady, his hips thrusting forward as his climax built rapidly.
"Stop... this is beneath me... My husba—" Her words cut off in a surprised gasp as Julian groaned, his cock exploding thick, hot ropes of cum that splattered across her face.
The mess fell across her cheeks, dripping from her chin, landing in her open mouth and on her lips. He aimed perfectly, degrading her further by smearing it over her forehead and into her hair, marking her as his conquest.
"Fuck... take it all, you pathetic old slut," he growled, milking every last drop onto her, watching as it ran down her neck and onto her heaving breasts. "See? Even your body knows its place—look how you’re trembling, how your nipples are hard from the shame. You’re not the Elder anymore."
Elder knelt there, cum-dripping and defeated. "You... you’ll regret this," she whispered hoarsely, but her voice lacked its former steel, broken by the physical degradation that left her exposed and aching.
Inside, Erica’s laughter echoed faintly, reveling in the reversal.
Julian stepped back, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "Oh, I doubt that, Elder. Now clean yourself up—if you can bear to touch it." He slapped her cheek lightly, leaving her to stew in her humiliation as he watched her internal battle rage on.
Elder’s eyes burned with a fierce, unyielding glare as she knelt before Julian. The humiliation seared through her, but she refused to break.
Julian stood tall before her, his cock still semi-hard as he met her stare. He reached down and gripped her chin roughly, forcing her head up higher so she couldn’t look away.
"Stop glaring at me like that," he murmured. "And wipe that superior look off your face, or I’ll call Erica back right now. You wouldn’t want that, would you?"
Her glare faltered for a split second, the threat hitting its mark. Elder knew the torment of being sidelined, feeling every pulse of pleasure without control, and the idea ignited a fresh wave of shame.
"You wouldn’t dare," she hissed.
"Oh, I would," Julian replied, his thumb smearing the cum across her cheek.
His words hit her like a slap, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Elder wanted to fire back but the threat of losing control again was too much.