"Lora, break his fucking spine. I want him to watch me fuck your brains out." Damon suggested, but to Lora's Yandere-turned mind, it might as well have been an order.
"Please, Damon. I don't want to do that. Please don't make me do that," Lora begged, still holding Steven by the neck. "I'm the one who hurt you. Not him."
"Yes, but he did nothing about it, might as well have encouraged you, bitch." Damon tried his best to stay calm. "So once again, I suggest you break his fucking spine."
Lora's eyes were glassy, tears running down her cheeks, but her body moved without hesitation. The Seed of Obsession had sunk its hooks deep.
Lora grabbed Steven by the back of his neck and slammed him face-first into the wall. A sickening crack echoed through the backyard.
Crracck!!!
"Ahhhhh!"
Steven screamed then went limp as Lora twisted hard. His spine snapped clean. His legs folded uselessly under him. He hit the ground like a broken doll, eyes wide with shock and pain, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.
Only weak, wet gasps.
"What have I done?" Lora knelt in terror of her actions.
Damon watched with a cold smile. "Good girl. Now drag him over here. I want him to have a front-row seat."
Lora obeyed instantly. She hauled her husband's paralyzed body across the tiles and propped him against the lounge chair, facing them.
Steven's eyes darted wildly, the only part of him that could still move. Tears streamed down his face as he realized what was about to happen.
Damon could see Lora's resistance, but he was confident it was just a matter of time before she was completely his. Damon sat back down, cock still rock-hard and glistening.
"Strip the rest of the way, Lora. Show him what a real cock does to his wife."
Lora pulled off the last bits of clothing she had put on when Steven entered. Her massive elven tits swayed heavily as she moved. She climbed onto Damon's lap, facing Steven, and sank down onto his thick dick in one smooth motion.
"Ahhann…" she moaned, voice breaking.
Her tight walls stretched around him again, still slick from the previous load.
Damon gripped her waist and started thrusting up hard.
"That's it. Ride me right in front of your useless vegetable husband."
Kpa!
Kpa!!
Kpa!!!
Wet slapping sounds filled the air as Lora bounced on his cock. Her heavy tits jiggled wildly with every downward slam. Steven could only watch, paralyzed, tears flowing freely.
"Ahh… ahh… nngh…"
Lora's moans came out broken and needy. She couldn't stop herself. Each thrust deepened her obsession to please Damon and reduced her feelings for Steven.
Guilt slowly drained out of her mind, leaving only Lust and Loyalty to Damon.
"It's so deep… fuck…"
Damon reached up and squeezed her tits hard, thumbs pressing into her nipples.
"These big fucking tits used to leak when you made me suck them, remember? It's time they leaked again."
He pinched her nipples firmly, twisting just enough. Lora gasped sharply. A strange warmth built in her chest. Her breasts started to feel fuller, heavier.
Within a few minutes milk suddenly beaded at the tips of her nipples, then began to leak in thin white streams.
"Oh shit… look at that," Damon growled, eyes dark with satisfaction. "Your body knows who it belongs to now."
He leaned forward and latched onto one leaking nipple. He sucked hard, drawing warm, sweet milk into his mouth. Lora cried out, a mix of shock and unwanted pleasure.
"Ahhannn! Nggnn… don't… ahh…"
But her hips never stopped moving. She kept riding him faster, pussy clenching around his dick while he drank from her.
Steven made a strangled, gurgling sound- the only noise he could manage. His eyes were filled with horror and heartbreak as he watched his wife's milk flow into the mouth of the human who had just ruined their lives.
Damon switched to the other tit, sucking greedily. Warm milk squirted onto his tongue with every pull.
"Mmm… you taste amazing. Your body is making milk just for me now, bitch," Damon's eyes turned to Steven. "Do you want some? Here..."
Damon suck a bit from Lora's left nipple and spat it out in Steven's direction. It smeared all over his face.
"You aren't licking it, dog?" Damon mocked with a chuckle.
Lora's head fell back, moans growing louder and more desperate.
"Ahh… ahh… it feels… too good… nnghaaa!" Her pussy fluttered wildly around his cock.
She came hard, walls squeezing him like a vice as fresh milk leaked faster from her swollen breasts.
Damon didn't slow down. He kept thrusting up into her, hands digging into her ass, mouth still latched onto her tit. He drank deeply, swallowing every drop while Steven was forced to watch every second.
After long minutes of relentless pounding, Damon finally felt his own peak rushing in. He grabbed Lora's hips and slammed her down hard one last time.
"Take it all," he grunted against her breast. "I'm gonna fill this pussy again."
Lora moaned brokenly.
"Ahhannn… yes… bless me with your cum…"
Damon buried himself deep and exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her womb, mixing with the load already there. Lora shuddered through another small orgasm, milk still dribbling from her nipples onto Damon's chest.
He finally pulled his mouth off her tit with a wet pop, a thin trail of milk running down his chin. Lora stayed on his lap, panting, cum leaking out around his softening cock, breasts still leaking slowly.
Damon looked over at Steven. The elf's face was twisted in silent agony, tears pouring down. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but watch his wife sit there covered in another man's cum and milk.
"Perfect," Damon said quietly.
He pushed Lora off roughly and stood up.
"I need a shower," Damon said, standing up. "Lora, what do you say we have another go in your bathroom? Steven won't mind, would he?"
"I don't care what he thinks. Let's go my love. I'll clean you up real good," Lora kissed Damon on the lips and led him out of the backyard and upstairs to the bathroom.
Steven remained on the lounge chair, alone and in extraordinary physical and emotional pain. Every part of him prayed for lightning to stike him dead.
Damon fucked her in between bathing. He came out of the shower refreshed in a fancy purple robe. He had Lora retrieve his clothes from the yard and put them back on.
It was a few minutes pased 12PM. Damon had accomplished what he came here to do. There was only one thing left.
When he was ready to leave, he turned to Lora. She was still on her knees, breathing hard, milk and cum dripping down her body, eyes glassy with the forced obsession.
"Do you love me?" Damon asked Lora while he sat on her bed.
"With all my heart and soul," she replied instatly.
"Then listen carefully," Damon said, voice calm but commanding. "You will not hurt yourself. No cutting, no poison or jumping off anything."
"You will go to your vegetable husband and drown him in the pool. Then you will burry him somewhere nobody will find him," Damon said with cold eyes fixed on Lora. "He will only hold us back."
"I'll take care of that worthless trash," Lora smiled. "I know what to do, Damon."
Slap!
Damon raised his hand and dashed it at Lora's face.
"Don't you ever call me by my name, you racist bitch. I am your master and you will address me as so," Damon roared in anger.
"Yes, master. Forgive me, master," Lora pleaded, her head bowed to the ground.
Damon slowed his breaths to calm himself.
"You're going to live your life like normal. Go to work, smile when you need to, act like the perfect elf in public if you have to. But the second I call for you, no matter when, no matter where, you drop everything and come to me. Your pussy is mine forever. You understand?"
Lora nodded slowly, tears falling.
"Yes… I understand."
"Good girl." Damon gave her one last look then stood up to leave. "I don't need to say this but, if you're caught by the authorities for killing Steven, leave me the fuck out of it."
He walked out of the room and out of the house without another word, leaving the shattered couple behind.
The emotional pain in that house was thick enough to choke on. Steven lay paralyzed, tears streaming silently. Lora sat naked on the tiles, milk still slowly leaking from her swollen breasts, cum dripping down her thighs.
A part of her wanted to scream, to cry, to end it all, but it was buried by the parts of her that had become Damon's sex slave. Damon's order burned in her mind like fire. She couldn't even raise a hand against herself.
Getting to the backyard, she crawled over to Steven, cradling his head in her lap.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" she whispered, voice cracking.
But even as she said it, her body still tingled with the aftershocks of pleasure. The obsession made her crave Damon even now.
Steven could only stare up at her with broken eyes. No words. No movement. Just endless, silent suffering.
Damon, meanwhile, walked back to his modest house with a satisfied smirk on his face.
'One down, many more to fucking go,' Damon smirked. 'But not today. I'll give Mrs. Leafy one more day to enjoy her life.'
His revenge tasted sweet. He had broken the couple who had broken him years ago. Lora's pussy was now his to use whenever he wanted. And Steven would spend the rest of his worthless life and death knowing it.
When Damon stepped inside, Suzan was curled up on a living room couch. She hugged a pillow to her face.
"You can relax now. I'm not going out again," Damon said, heading to his room. "I don't want any disturbance."
As he entered his room, the first thing he did was open the notification section of the System. Tons of mesages were waiting for him.
{Congratulations Host}
{Target: Lora Adams has been enslaved}
{REWARDS}