The Heart System

Chapter 753: Chapter 753

Luna’s fingers dug into her own thighs, her nails leaving half-moon marks on her skin as she tried to hold onto something solid. Her legs trembled, and I could see the effort it took for her to keep them in place.

"Fuck," I groaned, feeling the heat of her body envelop me completely. "You feel so good."

Carrie’s breath hitched again, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed as she watched us.

I began to move with slow thrusts that made Luna’s body shudder with each motion. Her moans filled the room.

"You like this, don’t you?" I asked, my voice rough with need. "Being used by me?"

Her whimpers were her only response, but they were enough. I could feel her body responding to mine, her muscles relaxing and then tightening around me in a rhythm that matched my own.

"Tell me," I demanded, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. "Tell me how much you love this."

Luna’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look of pure ecstasy. "I... I love it," she stammered, her voice breaking on the last word. "I love being yours."

The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my control slipping. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Her body bucked beneath me, her moans turning into desperate cries.

I smirked at her. "You’re mi..."

"OH FUUCK!"

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- Critical Success: Luna

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Her body responded instantly to the system, her muscles tensing and then releasing in a wave of pleasure that rippled through her entire being. Her legs trembled violently, and I had to hold them down to keep her from collapsing.

Carrie’s phone captured every moment, her own breath coming in short gasps as she watched us. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, a symphony of moans, gasps, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.

As Luna’s body began to relax, I slowed my thrusts, savoring the feel of her around me. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss.

"Good girl," I murmured, my voice filled with pride and affection. "You did so well."

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look of pure adoration. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction that went beyond the physical. This was more than just sex; it was a connection, a bond that went deeper than anything I had ever experienced. And as I looked into Luna’s eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning.

And oh fuck, yes it was just the beggining.

I pulled out of Luna slowly, my cock glistening with our combined fluids. Her body went limp, her chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, sprawled out and spent, before turning my attention to Carrie.

She stood frozen, her phone still clutched in one hand, her eyes wide and fixed on me. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. I could see the pulse pounding in her neck, her chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing.

"Your turn, slut."

I grabbed her roughly, pulling her towards me as I stepped off the coffee table. My fingers, still slick with Luna’s juices, found their way into Carrie’s mouth. She gagged instantly, her mascara running down her cheeks in dark streaks.

I pushed my fingers deeper, feeling her throat constrict around them. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. I could see the wetness spreading on her thighs... she was loving this. I guided her backwards until she was forced to sit on the couch, my hand never leaving her mouth.

"Who owns you?" I demanded, my voice harsh. "Who fucking own these holes? Who owns your life? Who?"

Carrie moaned around my fingers, the sound muffled but desperate. "Y-y-you..." she managed to choke out, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and lust.

"Yes," I confirmed, my voice cold and dominant. "Me. The guy who threw your cuck stepson into prison. And the guy who gets to rearrange your guts as a reward."

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine even as she gagged on my fingers. I pushed them deeper, feeling her throat work around them. She tried to look away, but I slapped her cheek sharply, forcing her gaze back to me.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for disobedience.

This time, when I pushed my fingers deeper, she gagged but held my gaze, tears streaming down her face.

"Good girl," I praised, finally removing my fingers from her mouth. I rubbed them across her face, smearing her makeup and leaving a glistening trail of Luna’s juices on her skin. "Fucking disgusting whore. Look at you, all sloppy and no guilt."

Carrie leaned back, her legs spreading wide as she grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up towards her chest, opening herself completely to me. "Please..." she begged, her voice hoarse from my fingers. "Fuck my ass like you did Luna’s."

I stood over her, my cock throbbing with need but not yet impressed by her pathetic display. "Beg," I ordered, my voice leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Carrie slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of me. She sniffed at my cock, inhaling deeply before looking up at me with pleading eyes. "Please," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, fuck my asshole. Please fill my holes. Please..."

I could see the sincerity in her eyes, the sheer need that drove her to beg so pathetically. "Now that’s how sluts should act," I praised, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "Good work, you pig. Get on the couch."

Carrie scrambled back onto the couch, leaning back and spreading her legs wide. She grabbed her ankles again, pulling her feet up towards her chest and exposing every inch of herself to me.