Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 81: The Puppeteer’s String (1)

Chapter 81: The Puppeteer’s String (1)

Steve kept driving his hips forward, powerful and full-bodied, as he sank his thick, throbbing length deeper into her soaked, trembling pussy.

She was dripping for him—hot, wet, clenching tightly around every inch he gave her. The deeper he went, the more he lost himself in the overwhelming heat of her.

His hands gripped her thick ass firmly, fingers spread wide, holding her in place over the barrel as he moved, hips clapping against her flesh in a rhythm that grew more fevered—wet, fast, needy.

The sound of their bodies—slick and raw—filled the space around them. He groaned low in his throat, burying more of his hard cock inside her.

Fiona was lost in the sensation as well, her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted as soft, breathy moans escaped her.

Her throat still ached from being stretched around his thick cock, the taste of him lingering, but now he was inside her again—sliding deep into her soaked pussy with hard, relentless thrusts.

Her body quivered, back arched as he filled her over and over, each stroke rougher, faster, dragging a helpless cry from her throat.

The sound of their bodies—wet, frantic—echoed in the air, and Fiona could barely think, could barely breathe.

He drove into her with growing urgency, feeling her slick heat gripping him tight—like her pussy was trying to swallow him whole.

Every inch of his thick cock was buried in her, and still he wanted more.

Her breasts were pressed against his chest, warm and bouncing with each impact, her legs locked tightly around his waist, holding him there—claiming him.

"Fuck... you’re so fucking wet." Steve groaned against her lips, his voice rough and full of need.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and wild, locking onto his as her breath hitched. She could feel everything—his cock stretching her, slamming into her with delicious force, each stroke making her legs tremble and her thoughts scatter.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, wet and relentless, their bodies moving in perfect, desperate rhythm, lost in raw, consuming pleasure.

He pounded into her with desperate hunger, each thrust faster, harder, his cock gliding in and out of her soaked pussy with obscene slickness.

She gripped him like a vice, her heat wrapping around him so tightly it made his cock throb violently inside her, every pulse driving him closer to the edge.

He could feel her clit grinding against the base of his shaft, swollen and sensitive, and it only spurred him on.

Fiona was unraveling beneath him. Her moans spilled out in raw, breathless cries, her legs shaking violently around his waist, her toes curling with every overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashed through her.

Her head tilted back, lips parted, eyes fluttering with ecstasy as she surrendered to him completely—her every trembling breath begging for more.

Fiona’s soft, round breasts were crushed against his chest as he drove into her, their bodies pressed tightly together, locked in that desperate rhythm.

He thrust with a smooth, relentless motion, gliding in and out of her soaked heat. Her warmth surrounded him, pulling him deeper, and his muscles tensed as the pleasure surged higher.

"Oh fuck... fuck—" he groaned, voice rough and breathless, his eyes squeezing shut as the pressure inside him finally exploded.

His hips jerked, cock buried deep, and he felt it—hot pulses of his semen building in him as her body trembled beneath him.

He kept moving through it, riding the high, lost in her warmth, in the sound of her gasps and the way she held him close, both of them suspended in the throes of shared, shattering pleasure.

Swurp.

swurp.

swurp.

The soaked friction between them echoed like music, each wet thrust slamming deep as he drove into her with mounting urgency.

Her body welcomed him, as his cock as he plunged faster, rougher, the slick heat of her folds stroking every throbbing inch.

He was close—achingly close—his muscles tightening, cock pulsing deep inside her.

His breath broke into ragged moans, hips bucking with instinctive hunger. He meant to pull out, to slow down—but her body wouldn’t let him go. She wrapped around him, trembling and gasping, her walls gripping him like a vice.

And then, with a sharp groan, he lost it. The pressure burst in a blinding wave as he came hard, almost spilling deep inside her, lost in the heat, in the feel of her, in the raw, unrelenting pleasure that left him shaking and utterly undone.

"Groaannnn..."

"Fuckk..."

Steve’s voice broke the silence, raw and breathless as the pressure surged through him.

His body moved on its own, driven by the overwhelming wave building deep inside. He couldn’t control it—couldn’t aim, couldn’t resist her.

His eyes locked onto hers, burning, unblinking. And then—something shifted. A flicker of awareness, a breath of clarity. Just enough.

In that heartbeat, he reclaimed himself.

With a desperate grunt, he pulled out, chest heaving as his climax hit.

The first hot stream of his cum erupted, splashing across Fiona’s hips. She gasped—sharp, breathless—as more of him followed, thick and uncontrollable, spilling across her thighs in warm, messy bursts.

Steve groaned—low, drawn-out, completely lost in the moment—as his release continued to pour from him.

Thick streams of his release splashed across her thighs, warm and heavy, painting her soft, once-untouched skin. Her legs, so smooth, so innocent moments ago, were now streaked with him—his desire, his mark.

He looked down at her, chest rising and falling with sharp breaths, a deep grunt slipping past his lips.

His eyes held a dazed kind of pride, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

And then it came—the final spurt. His body twitched, releasing the last drop with a quiet gasp. He watched it land on her skin, trembling with satisfaction.

A slow, lopsided smile tugged at his lips. There was something tender in it—almost boyish. Not just lust, but pride. Like he had conquered something vast, which in this case he had.

Then, as if the world itself acknowledged the moment, a soft chime rang out.

[Ding!]

A gentle pulse of light shimmered in the air in front of him as the system notification rang out, forming glowing text on a floating interface-

[Mission Completed! Player has completed his Harem.]

[Reward Unlocked: Partial ability of the Son of Hades=>The Puppeteer’s String]

[Mana level: High]

[Click the info button below for more information on the ability.]

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