The Conquerors Path

Chapter 918: Chapter 897-Minds Changing.

The room was filled with tension; Austin could see the mind faltering and twisting around the room, both women reeling from what they were seeing. Valdris, seeing her mother, her idol, the one woman who seemed to face every problem, a legend among all the dwarves, being treated and fucked in the right way possible and loving it all like a common street whore.

And the bigger hit is the fact that the one doing it is the one he loves! One whom she is worried for the fact that she isn’t enough, for the first time ever unknown emotion passed through the mind of Valdris, tension, sadness, a certain sense of pride? and even lust and tingling all over her body.

As if in a trance, Valdris watched as Austin pounded into her mother’s tight, moaning pussy. She could feel her own cunt begin to warm and pulse in time with her mother’s moans, her breasts heavy and aching with arousal. Despite her initial shock and dismay, a sick, twisted part of her revelled in the sight.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the raw, animalistic display of pleasure and domination. The way her mother’s plump, round ass jiggled and quivered with each thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the sight of her juices dripping down her thighs... it was an intoxicating cocktail of lust and taboo.

Watching her mother submit so fully to Austin’s animalistic lust was a revelation. She saw the pleasure and humiliation clearly written across Lyssandra’s face, heard the desperate, wanton moans spilling from her lips, and witnessed the way she gushed and squirted with every punishing thrust.

It was like a switch had been flipped inside her, unleashing a flood of perverse, sinful desires she never knew she possessed. Deep down, a part of Valdris had always been drawn to Austin, captivated by his strength, his dominance, his utter lack of restraint when it came to his own desires.

But she had always held herself back, fearing she could never truly satisfy him, never be woman enough to handle his hunger. Seeing him take her mother so thoroughly, so expertly, giving her such intense, unbridled pleasure... Valdris felt jealousy and despair warring with dark lust in her heart.

Why couldn’t he ravage HER like that? Use her, claim her, ruin her? She felt herself growing wetter by the second, while literally forgetting the fact that he did this to her just a day ago, her mind ablaze with jealousy and something else, her panties dampening as she imagined Austin’s hands on her, his mouth and tongue exploring her most intimate places.

The thought of his cock splitting her open, fucking her with the same wild, ruthless abandon he showed her mother, made her shudder with a mixture of fear and longing. Valdris shook herself mentally, trying to refocus on the task at hand. She couldn’t let her own desires cloud her judgment, not now.

Not when she was here to save her mother from this twisted, depraved scenario. But even as she told herself that, Valdris couldn’t ignore the heated flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck, the way her nipples strained against the fabric of her bodice, begging to be touched.

She knew she should turn away, look for help, get her mother out of here before Austin could do any more damage. But instead, she found herself transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the lewd, obscene spectacle unfolding before her.

Every thrust, every moan, every gasp and whimper... elicited a primal, visceral response within her. She could feel her own lubrication building up, trickling down her thighs, pooling at her feet. She bit her lip, trying to stay strong, but it was no use. The sight of her mother, her loving, protective mother, reduced to nothing more than a wanton, moaning sex toy, submitting to the brutal pleasure of a human... it was too much.

A part of her wanted to scream, to tear Austin apart for defiling her mother in such a way. But another part of her... a part she had long denied and hidden away, deep down inside... wanted nothing more than to be in her place, to feel the roughness of his hands on her own body, to cry out in ecstasy as her own walls clenched around his massive cock. Valdris squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to banish the forbidden thoughts and desires, but they refused to leave.

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As Austin’s relentless thrusts rocked her world, Lyssandra’s mind reeled in a tumult of confusion and desire. The indignity of being fucked in front of her own daughter, the knowledge that anyone could walk in at any moment... it should have been the worst possible scenario.

Yet, with each brutal slap of his hardened member against her sensitive walls, each rough growl that escaped his lips, each harsh order he barked out, a perverse part of her reveled in the taboo, the humiliation, the animalistic essence of it all. It felt so wrong, yet so damn right. Her body betrayed her as easily as her mind, her muscles no longer fighting the inevitable, but instead clenching around him greedily, silently begging for more.

"Ohhh ffuuucckkk... " she moaned wantonly, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, fingers scrabbling desperately for purchase against the polished wood of the table. Each punishing thrust drove the air from her lungs, sent waves of electric pleasure crashing through her core, threatening to consume her utterly.

With each powerful plunge, he ground his hips against her, grinding their bodies together in a primal dance of domination and submission. His rough hands gripped her hair, tugging her head back violently, exposing her neck to his hungry lips and teeth. He nipped and sucked on her flesh, leaving small, delicious marks that stung and throbbed with arousal.

The dual sensations—the pain and the pleasure, the shame and the desire—were a heady cocktail that fogged her mind, leaving her completely lost in the sensations coursing through her veins. "You’re mine, Lyssandra," he growled, "my filthy little whore. And you’ll beg for more."

And she found herself nodding, willing to do anything to evoke that fierce, possessive growl from his throat. Suddenly, as if pulled from a trance, Lyssandra snapped back to reality. Disgust and horror washed over her as she realized the depths of her depravity, the level to which she had sunk.

She fought against the pleasure, tried to wrest control back, to regain some sense of dignity and self-respect. But Austin was relentless, his pace never faltering, his cock still driving into her with brutal precision. She cried out in frustration and pain, her nails scoring the surface of the table, leaving deep grooves in the wood.

"Ah~" she screamed, her voice hoarse with exertion and desperation. But deep down, she knew it was a losing battle. Each thrust, each cruel word, each humiliating degradation only fueled the fire burning inside her, stoking the flames of her forbidden desires. Tears streamed down her face as she looked into her daughter’s horrified eyes, seeing the revulsion and disappointment etched upon her features.

With a final, violent thrust, Austin pulled out of Lyssandra’s dripping, stretched hole. She collapsed onto the table, shaking and gasping for breath, her skin glistening with sweat and tears. She could hardly believe what had just transpired, the depths to which she had allowed herself to sink.

Yet, even as revulsion and shame washed over her, a small, secret part of her couldn’t deny the intense pleasure, the delicious release she had experienced at the hands of this brutal, depraved man. Austin loomed over her, his face a mask of dark satisfaction, his cock dripping with her juices. "You’re a filthy slut, Lyssandra," he snarled, "and you loved every minute of it. " Lyssandra opened her mouth to protest, to deny the truth of his words, but no sound emerged. Instead, all she could do was lay there, defeated and humiliated, as the realization sank in: she was his, body and soul, forever. And deep down, she knew she would never be satisfied with anything less.

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With a rough growl, Austin roughly pulled Lyssandra’s head up by her hair, yanking her face towards his throbbing cock. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her firmly in place. "Open wide, whore," he growled, "and suck every drop of my cum from my cock."

Her mouth watered uncontrollably as she complied, her lips parting eagerly. His thick, pulsing member pressed against her swollen, aching lips, the head teasing the entrance to her throat. She licked and kissed along its length, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her own juices mixed with his own.

As she took him deeper, her nose brushing against his heavy balls, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth, she let out a muffled, needy moan. He slammed into her throat mercilessly, his hips bucking wildly. The rough treatment only fueled her arousal further, her cunt clenching and dripping with need.

His cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust, sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her body. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

Yet still, she took him deeper, worshipping his member with her tongue and throat, determined to please him utterly. As he neared his peak, his thrusts became erratic, his grip on her hair tightening painfully. "Here it comes, slut," he growled, his voice strained. "Fuck," he groaned, his cock swelling even larger in her mouth as he reached his climax.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded Lyssandra’s mouth and throat, coating her tongue and filling her belly. She swallowed hungrily, desperate to take every last drop, milking his cock for all it was worth. Even as he pulled out, she continued licking and sucking, cleaning his softening member of any remaining traces of his seed.

He smirked down at her, satisfied and dominant. "Good girl," he purred, rewarding her with a rough squeeze to her breast. "I think you’ve earned yourself a special treat." Without warning, he released her wrists and gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly and spinning her around. He bent her over the table, forcing her chest down against the unforgiving wood. She gasped as she felt his hardening cock press against her dripping entrance once more. He teased her opening with the head of his member, circling it slowly, tauntingly.