Ross pulled her back from the wall and carried her to the bed, flipping her onto her back with ease.
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He positioned her legs over his shoulders, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.
"We're not done yet, love," he growled, his cock already poised to enter her again.
The hours that followed were a blur of passion and ecstasy.
Ross took her in every conceivable position, his stamina seemingly endless as he pushed Althea to her limits.
Her body was pliant under his, trembling with each orgasm he drew from her.
She lost count of how many times she came, her cries growing hoarse as her voice gave out.
By the time they finally collapsed together, the room was filled with the scent of their lovemaking, the sheets tangled and soaked.
Althea lay sprawled across Ross's chest, her body utterly spent, her mind swimming in the afterglow.
Ross's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he whispered, "I missed you, love."
A soft smile spread across Althea's lips as she nuzzled against him, her voice barely above a whisper. "I missed you too, Ross."
It was a reunion they would both remember—a night of unrestrained passion, raw emotion, and a bond that defied all boundaries.
Five minutes later, Ross rose from the bed, his movements unhurried yet exuding a confidence that seemed to ripple through the room.
His body was entirely bare, the crimson glow of the sunrise filtering through the blinds casting faint shadows over his tall frame.
A smug smile curled on his lips as he turned his attention to the three onlookers.
"Did you get everything?" he asked, his voice calm yet heavy with an unspoken authority.
"Yes, we did, Ross! It's all here," one of the cameramen replied quickly, his voice tinged with excitement and perhaps a little fear.
"Althea Quinn is perfect!" the other chimed in, his tone reverent, as if speaking about a goddess.
Their eyes darted to Ross's body—specifically, to that part of him. It was still there, towering like an immovable monument to something otherworldly, and they couldn't help but stare.
Even in their wildest imaginations, they'd never thought such a monster cock could exist, let alone fit inside a woman's pussy.
Yet, what shook them even more was the memory of what they had just captured.
Althea Quinn, a woman so flawless she could have stepped out of a dream, had taken that monstrous dick over and over again inside her tight cunt, her body straining but never breaking.
Her gasps, moans, and cries had filled the room, blending with the rhythmic sounds of their lovemaking.
The sight of her stretched so impossibly tight, her beauty magnified by the sheer impossibility of what she endured, was seared into their memories.
For a moment, the two men exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. This wasn't just an ordinary recording—it was something extraordinary, something terrifying.
They knew this was footage the world might never see. But they had no idea just how true that was.
"Puchi!"
Before either man could say another word, their bodies exploded in an instant. Blood and flesh turned into a fine mist, painting the walls, ceiling, and floor in a gruesome spray of crimson.
The camera equipment they held clattered toward the ground but halted an inch above the floor, as if caught by an invisible force.
Ross lowered his outstretched hand, his smile never faltering.
"Nooooooo!"
A piercing scream erupted from Robin, the last remaining witness in the room. His mind, already fraying from what he had seen, finally snapped as the realization of his doom dawned on him.
Desperation fueled his movements as he turned and bolted for the door.
He didn't make it far.
Before his hand could even reach the doorknob, his body froze in place, suspended mid-motion. His limbs were locked, his muscles refusing to obey his frantic commands.
Time and space themselves seemed to ripple unnaturally, bending and twisting under an invisible pressure.
Robin's panicked eyes darted around the room.
He saw the suspended droplets of blood, hanging motionless in the air like macabre jewels, and the warped, shimmering edges of the furniture as reality itself began to collapse.
Ross stepped forward, his bare feet making no sound on the blood-soaked floor.
He tilted his head, observing Robin with an almost casual curiosity, like a predator deciding whether to finish playing with its prey.
"You shouldn't have come here," Ross said, his voice soft but brimming with finality.
Robin whimpered, tears streaming down his frozen face. He tried to beg, to plead, but his lips wouldn't move. His very existence felt insignificant beneath the crushing weight of Ross's presence.
"This is what happens," Ross continued, his tone almost contemplative, "when mortals forget their place."
"Hmmmmp!" Robin let out a muffled grunt, his eyes wide with panic. He wanted to plead, to scream, to curse, but his lips were pressed together by an unseen force, silencing him completely.
He strained against the invisible bonds holding him in place, but it was futile.
Ross stood before him, calm and unbothered, as if Robin's terror was a mere trifle, unworthy of concern. "Yumi," Ross called, his voice smooth and commanding.
Yumi slash Althea rose gracefully to her feet. Like Ross, she was naked, her body bathed in the bright light of the room. Yet there was no embarrassment in her demeanor, no trace of modesty.
She was utterly unashamed, her gaze steady as it settled on Robin. What might have once been innocence in her eyes was now replaced with something colder—a detached pity.
Robin's muffled protests grew louder as he stared at Yumi, but she didn't flinch. If anything, she seemed to regard him with the same pity one might feel for a dying animal.
"If we kill him, people are going to ask questions," Althea said after a tense pause, breaking the silence. Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the conflict she felt.
It was a fact that she and Robin had shared years of good understanding together also.
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