The vast, sterile white room echoed with the raw, guttural moans of a woman, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the relentless, rhythmic slap of flesh. On the massive king-sized bed, positioned at the center like an altar to indulgence, two bodies writhed in unbridled lust—a man and a woman lost to their primal urges.

She knelt on the mattress like a dog, her spine curved into a perfect arch, her bare ass thrust high into the air. Her thighs quivered, slick with arousal that gleamed in the soft light, a testament to her readiness and submission. Her face was pressed deep into the plush bedding, muffling her moans, while her arms lay useless at her sides, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Behind her, the man dominated her with an almost feral intensity. His hips pistoned forward, driving his thick, throbbing cock into her dripping entrance with unrelenting force. Each thrust was brutal, deliberate, stretching and filling her, forcing her body to mold to his in a way that was both possessive and merciless. The obscene, wet sounds of their joining filled the room, a lewd accompaniment to her broken cries and his guttural growls.

His hands were ruthless, one fisted tightly in her lush, snow-white hair, pulling it back so hard her neck strained. The other gripped her hip with bruising strength, his nails digging into her soft flesh as he controlled every movement, forcing her to take him deeper, harder. Her body yielded to him, trembling under the onslaught, her gasps punctuated by choked whimpers as he dragged her closer to the edge with every punishing thrust.

His silver hair was damp and disheveled, falling over his sharp, angular face. His lips pulled back in a feral snarl, exposing razor-sharp fangs that gleamed in the dim light, stained with traces of white blood—hers. His silver eyes burned with lust, piercing and unrelenting, his gaze fixed on her as though he would devour her whole. Each movement of his hips sent shockwaves through her, her body jerking as pleasure mixed with pain, her surrender absolute.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker—an intoxicating blend of ferocity and hunger. His thrusts quickened, becoming more erratic, his growls deepening as he drove himself into her with relentless intensity. She clawed at the sheets, her cries rising to a crescendo, her body shaking as he dragged her through wave after wave of unbearable ecstasy.

Their union was raw and primal, a savage dance of dominance and submission. Pain and pleasure intertwined until neither could distinguish where one ended and the other began. They moved together, an unstoppable force of need and hunger, consumed entirely by the violent, all-encompassing passion that left them both utterly out of control.

I drove into her again and again, each brutal thrust sending shockwaves through her trembling body. The slick, sticky heat of her engulfed me completely, clenching and pulling at my length as though her body refused to let me go. Every motion dragged exquisite pleasure through me, the wet sound of our joining echoing through the room, mixing with her choked cries and guttural moans. My hand yanked back her hair, her long, silky locks taut in my fist, forcing her head to arch as she whimpered beneath me.

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My free hand wasn't idle—it clamped around her lush, heavy breasts, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, my nails leaving red, crescent-shaped marks against her pale skin. The weight of them, the way they bounced with every thrust, was intoxicating. Her back was a masterpiece of debauchery, streaked with the angry white welts of my claws, the indents of my fangs. Fresh wounds trickled with shimmering white blood, the trails mingling with the sweat that slicked her skin, her entire body trembling with exhaustion and ecstasy.

Her cries turned to desperate screams as her body convulsed again, her juices spilling freely, adding to the soaked, stained sheets beneath her. The wet patch had grown impossibly large, a sticky testament to her countless climaxes, each one wrung from her by my unyielding pace. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her dripping, swollen folds tightening and fluttering around me, milking me as if her body existed solely to take everything I gave.

I could feel the pressure building, the primal heat rising in my core. My thrusts became erratic, deeper, harder—each one punctuated by a sharp slap as her massive, jiggling ass rippled from the force of my hips slamming into her. The resounding echo of flesh on flesh filled the room, a savage symphony that matched the frantic rhythm of my growls and her sobbing moans.

With one final, violent thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my body locking as I unleashed inside her. A guttural roar ripped from my throat as wave after wave of thick, molten essence erupted, flooding her completely. Rope after rope of my seed poured into her, filling her trembling, helpless form until I was certain she could take no more—and still, I gave her everything. Her body clenched desperately, as though refusing to let even a single drop escape, her juices mingling with mine in a lewd, messy spill that coated our thighs and the ruined sheets below.

Spent but still throbbing, I released her hair, letting it cascade down her back in damp, tangled strands. My hands roamed over her, possessive and tender, tracing the bruises and bite marks that now adorned her skin like trophies. I collapsed onto her trembling form, my weight pressing her into the mattress as I stayed buried deep inside her. Her soft, pliant body quivered beneath mine, her breath hitching in uneven gasps, every shudder sending aftershocks rippling through us both.

I held her there, pinned and claimed, savouring the warmth of her surrender and the primal satisfaction of knowing she was utterly mine. My hands roamed her bruised and bitten flesh, tracing the marks I'd left—marks of ownership, of surrender.

"Is this enough?" I murmured, my lips brushing her ear as I tilted her face toward me. Her wide, white eyes met mine, glowing with satisfaction and exhaustion. She nodded slowly, her expression serene, a silent affirmation that needed no words.

She could have healed herself in moments, I knew. She was no weak women, The essence was there, waiting for her to reclaim her strength. But she didn't. The glint in her eyes told me everything—she loved this. Loved being beneath me, marked by me, used by me, utterly spent and without reserve.

I shifted, delivering a slow, deliberate thrust, drawing a fresh tremor from her exhausted body. The slick sound filled the room again, her walls fluttering weakly around me. A single tear escaped her glowing eyes as she closed them, her expression soft and animalistic, like a creature that had fed to its heart's content and wanted nothing more than rest.

Beneath me, she was mine—claimed, conquered, and fulfilled.