“Haa… ugh!”

My body clenched involuntarily. It was almost automatic. Theo shoved his p*nis deep inside my hole, all the way to the end, rotating his hips to push even deeper. His tip pressed hard against my cervix, sending sharp, dizzying jolts of pleasure through my walls.

“Ah, Theo… please, s-stop…”

I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The rising wave of pleasure was building again, about to crash over me. Theo didn’t pull out but instead kept thrusting inside me, grinding his hips, hitting just the right spot over and over again. The place where his tip met my walls was being relentlessly pressed and pounded.

“Haaahhhh!”

The pleasure surged like a volcanic eruption, shooting through me and sending my entire body into violent tremors. My legs shook uncontrollably as clear fluids gushed out, flowing down in a steady stream. My vision blurred, and I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Theo, as if he had been waiting for this moment, grabbed my trembling legs tightly, spreading them wide as he began to thrust wildly into me. His relentless, thick p*nis pounded into my convulsing v*ginal walls, ruthlessly pushing through my org*sm.

“Haa, ugh! Ahhh! Stop, Theo, please… ahhh! Stop!”

Each time his shaft thrust inside me, I was forced to endure wave after wave of orgasms, big and small, bursting within my now hypersensitive walls.

Theo, too, after pushing through my trembling v*gina a few more times, let out a deep, guttural groan. “Ughh!” he moaned, releasing thick spurts of his seed inside me. His large body shuddered as he collapsed over me, his sweat-slick muscles pressing against my skin, mingling the scent of soap and sweat. The combination struck me as overwhelmingly erotic.

His hot lips caught mine, pulling me into a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Seemingly aroused again, Theo flipped my body over. As he pulled out for a moment, a mix of his s*men and my fluids trickled down my thighs.

“…Theo, Theo Blaine! Wait…! Ahhh!”

Partially regaining my senses, I tried to stop him, glancing back quickly. But Theo, without hesitation, grabbed my hips, spreading my b*ttocks and thrusting his p*nis back into me. My flesh stretched to accommodate him.

My dripping, wet hole clenched around his c*ck, twitching as it resumed its relentless embrace. I could feel every inch of his thick, angry p*nis, from the blunt tip to the full length, pressing snugly against my v*gina.

The moment he buried himself fully inside me, Theo pulled out only to slam back in again, ruthlessly pounding into me with a resounding ‘thud’.

“Hah!”

I arched my back, moaning as Theo held my hips, lifting them while relentlessly driving his p*nis into me. He was almost in a trance, thrusting deep inside as I lay face down beneath him.

His p*nis, entering from behind, reached even deeper than before, slicing through my sensitive walls with more intensity. Each thrust hit the exact spots already hypersensitive from earlier climaxes, his thick tip pounding mercilessly into them.

With every push, my pleasure-ravaged body trembled uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Hah… huff… haa…”

Theo’s deep, husky groans clung to my ears, lingering seductively. He was like a man starved, ravenous.

Gripping my hips tightly, as if he might break me, he spread me wide, focused solely on thrusting his thick p*nis into my hole

Each time his p*nis forced its way inside, a mix of s*men and slick fluids leaked from where we were joined, dripping messily down my thighs and soaking my stomach. My body was drenched, but I didn’t care—every nerve in my body was fixated on the sensation of being filled and stretched.

Despite the rapid, hard thrusts he was delivering, there was no pain—only the intense pleasure that consumed me, shaking me to my core.

“Aah!”

As his p*nis pushed deep inside me once again, I reached my climax. My walls tightened, squeezing around him as if trying to hold onto him, not letting him leave.

“Ughh…”

Theo, too, seemed unable to hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, releasing his hot s*men. Though I couldn’t precisely feel the flow of his s*men, my body continued to tremble uncontrollably. Even at that moment, I was hit by yet another small wave of org*sm, my body convulsing in pleasure.

Unable to even moan properly, I buried my face in the blanket, enduring the violent waves of pleasure.

My entire lower body felt numb as if I had been injected with anesthesia. My swollen, v*gina twitched and throbbed as Theo slowly withdrew from me. Even that slight movement made my body shudder involuntarily.

A crushing exhaustion washed over me as if my energy had been completely drained. I felt like I could fall asleep at any moment.

‘I need to talk to Theo…’ If I had known from the beginning that it was Theo who had entered the room, we should have talked instead of engaging in this animalistic s*x.

“Theo…”

I called out to him weakly as I turned onto my side. He glanced down at me, still catching his breath.

He, too, was breathing heavily. The intensity of what had just happened had left both of us winded. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his sharp, chiseled features illuminated by the soft light, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

Now that I looked closer, his hair was swept to the side, revealing his forehead—completely different from Cane’s usual style. How had I not noticed right away?

I must have been out of my mind with lust. I mentally cursed Cane for putting me in this state. What had Theo been thinking while watching me moan uncontrollably, lost in pleasure? Was he satisfied that the training had gone as planned? Or perhaps, seeing my body completely transformed by Cane, he felt a tinge of regret? Although I knew that was probably just wishful thinking.

“Theo, we need to talk…!”

Before I could finish my sentence, Theo lifted one of my legs, draping it over his arm, and plunged his p*nis back inside me. His stamina was relentless, truly animalistic. My overstimulated, swollen walls, still tender from the last climax, gripped him tightly, delivering dull waves of pleasure that made my body tremble.

With my leg hoisted onto his shoulder, Theo began thrusting again, his body moving against mine as though cutting through with every deep, forceful motion. The thick length pushed inside me repeatedly, and with each thrust, my mind began to drift further from reality.

“Haa… ugh… s-stop… ugh…”

This wasn’t normal. Neither of us was. Theo, nor me.

My body had been deliberately altered so that much made sense, but Theo was clearly avoiding any chance of conversation. I felt a surge of anger, but I didn’t have the strength to fight against the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over me.

***

“Ah…”

My voice was hoarse. I couldn’t even remember when I had fallen asleep.

We had s*x to the point where I genuinely thought I might die from it. Completely exhausted, I had surrendered myself to Theo, barely able to move.

By the time Theo ej*culated for the fourth time, I had barely managed to keep my wits about me. But when he entered me again for the fifth time, I was nearly out of my mind.

I just moved with him, my body swaying in response to his motions, panting as I helplessly endured the endless pleasure he forced upon me, wondering when, or if, it would ever end.

As time passed, the intervals between his climaxes grew longer, and the time it took for me to reach org*sm stretched out as well. Still, Theo persisted, using intense caresses and relentless stimulation to drag me into yet another peak. I had never experienced anything like this—s*x, and nothing but s*x, for hours on end. Eventually, the pleasure started to blur into pain.

“Ah… Ah…”

I tested my voice, hoarse and strained from all the moaning. My throat felt raw, the result of endless cries of pleasure. It was so dry that I reached for the water on the table, pouring a glass and taking a drink.

It seemed someone had washed me after everything ended, as my body felt fresh and clean, without the sticky residue of sweat or fluids. Yet, the person responsible had disappeared without a trace, leaving me alone once again.

I glanced at the clock; it was just before five. We’d been having s*x since morning, and I must have fallen asleep right after without even realizing it. I had skipped lunch, and now it was nearly time for dinner.

The day had passed in a blur, leaving me feeling hollow and baffled. A small, ironic laugh escaped me.

I didn’t even have the energy to assess the state of my body. I felt weighed down like my limbs were soaked with water. My lower half was numb, not in pain, just tender. Considering how much fluid I had lost, and how Cane had prepared me over time, it was no surprise that I hadn’t sustained any injuries.

In the past, after long s*xual sessions with Theo, I’d often end up with small tears or soreness around the entrance of my hole, no matter how aroused or well-lubricated I’d been. Theo’s was big and my v*gina had always been smaller in comparison, so these signs of discomfort were inevitable.