A/N: @Alexbabyyahoo pointed out it's easier to know so I will continue labeling.
Melissa's legs gave out completely the instant Phei let her down from the island. She collapsed forward, a trembling, cum-soaked heap, cheek pressed to the cool marble, ass still twitching in the air, squirt still dripping in slow rivulets from her ruined cunt.
Phei didn't give her time to recover.
He dropped to his knees behind her, the wet slap of skin on tile echoing in the flooded kitchen. Both hands clamped around her narrow waist fingers almost touching, and he hauled her hips upward like she weighed nothing.
Her stomach and tits stayed glued to the floor, nipples dragging through the warm puddle of her own making, but her ass lifted high, knees sliding uselessly until only her pelvis was suspended in his iron grip.
She looked like an offering on an altar.
Prone-boned, half-suspended.
Phei scooted forward on his knees, boots squeaking in the slick mess, and lined the Dragon up with her gaping, fluttering entrance.
One brutal thrust.
He speared her straight down into the floor, the angle forcing every inch he could give her to drive even deeper than before. Her body jolted forward an inch, titsily dragged across the wet marble by the sheer force, tits squeegeeing through the puddle of squirt and cum.
"FUCK! YES! FUCK ME INTO THE FLOOR!" she screamed, voice muffled against the tile, fingers scrabbling for purchase and finding none.
He didn't hold back.
He lifted her hips another fraction higher and started pounding her like a machine.
Each thrust slammed her forward, then dragged her back onto his cock by the waist alone, her body rocking helplessly between his grip and the floor. Her tits slid back and forth in the mess, nipples so hard they left faint pink trails through the glaze of fluids.
The sound was obscene: wet, meaty slaps of his hips against her ass, the constant squelch of her overstuffed pussy, the rhythmic splash of the puddle beneath them as her belly and tits displaced it with every violent stroke.
Her pussy never closed anymore; it stayed gaping around him, lips puffed and red, inner walls dragged in and out with every thrust like a sleeve turned inside-out.
Every downward drive forced another gush of creamy froth to squirt out around his shaft, spraying backward onto his abs and thighs in hot, sticky ropes.
"Take it, Aunt Melissa," he snarled, voice ragged. "Take your nephew's cock."
She couldn't answer. Only broken, guttural moans and sobs, drool pooling beneath her open mouth, eyes rolled back to whites.
He shifted his grip (one arm banding under her hips like a seatbelt) and lifted her lower body completely off the floor now, holding her suspended a full six inches above the puddle, legs dangling uselessly, ass tilted up so he could hammer straight down into her like a pile-driver.
Her entire weight hung from his arm and the cock impaling her.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs in a punched-out scream, her body swinging forward and back like a rag doll, tits bouncing wildly beneath her, slapping wetly against her own ribcage.
Still, inches of the Dragon jutted out beneath her, too long to ever bottom out, slapping against her clit with every savage stroke.
She came again violently, whole body seizing in his grip, pussy clamping down so hard it nearly stopped his thrusts. A fresh torrent of squirt jetted straight down onto the floor beneath them, adding another layer to the lake.
Phei didn't slow.
He fucked her straight through it, through the spasms, through the screams, through the way her walls milked him in desperate, fluttering waves.
Because this wasn't about letting her rest.
Phei's grip tightened until her hip bones creaked. He rose higher on his knees, dragging her suspended body with him, and let the himself flood his Dragon with raw power.
Inside her, the impossible happened.
She felt it first as a sudden, burning stretch his cock thickening, lengthening, swelling against her already ruined walls.
Every vein flared hotter, wider, the crown bloating until it kissed the absolute end of her channel and kept pushing.
"Feel that, Melissa?" he snarled, voice dark and velvet and cruel. "I'm making it bigger. Bigger than any woman was ever meant to take. Submit to it. Submit to me. Beg for the Mark. Agree to be my woman forever! Be Mine and I WILL protect you, love you and give you this endless pleasure forever! As my woman!"
Her answer was an instant, broken wail.
"MAKE ME YOURS! PLEASE—GOD—MARK ME! I submit—I'm yours—your whore—your aunt—your everything! Brand me so I never have to touch myself again, so I fall asleep with your cum leaking out of me every night, so I wake up aching for this cock and only this cock—PLEASE!"
He gave her what she begged for.
The pace turned inhuman.
Hips blurring, wet flesh slamming into wet flesh so fast the sound fused into one long, obscene roar.
Each thrust lifted her entire body off the floor, suspended only by his arm and the monstrous shaft spearing her. Her tits bounced wildly beneath her, nipples dragging through the puddle, sending electric shocks straight to her clit.
He flipped her.
One brutal twist still impaled and she landed on her back in the warm lake of her own squirt, legs splayed wide, heels scraping uselessly.
Phei dropped between her thighs, hooked her knees over his elbows, and folded her nearly in half yoga body bending like warm taffy until her ankles framed her tear-streaked face.
And he fucked her where she could see.
Her eyes locked on the place they were joined: his Dragon, now impossibly huge, veins like cables, angry purple and glistening, stretching her shaved pussy into a thin, obscene ring of pink that clung desperately to every retreating inch. Each withdrawal dragged her inner walls out with him, blooming crimson and frothy. Each thrust punched back in with a wet, meaty slap, her lips swallowing him again, cum and grool bubbling out around the seal.
"Look at it," he growled. "Look how your cunt accepts me too, Aunt Melissa. It loves me as much as you do."