"Say it, Melissa. Own it. Or I'll keep you on the edge for hours. I'll make you come until you piss yourself. I'll record it. I'll make you watch it every night while I fuck you raw."
Her whole body went limp.
A broken, wet sound escaped her throat.
"Please…" she whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please… own me."
He smiled against her skin.
"Louder."
"Please own me," she sobbed, voice cracking open. "I'm your aunt-slut. I've always wanted this. Please—"
He pulled his fingers free and brought them to her mouth again.
She sucked them clean without being told.
He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck (soft, almost tender).
"Good girl," he whispered.
Then he stepped back, unbuckled his belt with shaking hands, and let his jeans fall.
The real breaking was just beginning.
"You're going to beg," he said quietly. "You're going to say every disgusting thing you've ever thought while you finger-fucked yourself to nephew porn. And you're going to mean it."
He stopped behind her and brought four fingers together shoved them into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
She came instantly again back bowing, mouth open in a silent scream, cunt clamping down so hard it forced slick out around his knuckles in violent pulses.
He fucked her through it once more, stretching her wider, forcing the orgasm to roll into another and another until she was babbling, shaking, tears streaming.
He bit her nipple and rolled his thumb on her clit...
She squirted (a hard, humiliating jet that splashed his thighs).
"Beg," he snarled.
Nothing but broken sobs.
He slapped her clit again (harder).
"Beg like the aunt-slut you are."
Her voice cracked open like glass.
"Please—"
"Louder."
"Please, Phei—fuck—own me—"
"Own you how?"
She broke.
"Please own your aunt's worthless cunt!" she screamed, voice shredded raw. "I'm your filthy aunt-slut, I've always been, I've dreamed of this every night, please, please use me, break me, make me your family whore, I'll do anything, I'll crawl, I'll beg, I'll lick your come off the floor, just please—"
Another slap to her clit (softer, almost tender).
"Keep going."
"I'm a disgusting pervert," she sobbed, hips rolling desperately, chasing his hand. "I get off on my own nephew raping my holes, I want you to ruin me, breed me, make me say it in front of everyone, please, I'm begging you, own me, own your aunt, I'm yours, I'm yours—"
Her voice gave out into raw, animal sobbing.
Phei's cock jerked so hard he saw stars.
He leaned over her, chest to her blazing back, lips at her ear.
"Good girl," he whispered, voice trembling with triumph and something darker. "Now keep begging while I decide which hole to wreck first."
Melissa's entire body went limp in surrender.
The proud, cruel aunt was gone.
Only the submissive remained (crying, dripping, begging for the nephew she'd spent a decade trying to destroy).
Phei stepped back, chest heaving like a bellows, cock jutting up against his jeans, angry purple-red and throbbing so hard it jerked with every heartbeat, slick with ropes of pre-come.
One look at her (bent over the desk, face streaked with tears and snot, ass still twitching from the pounding, voice cracked raw from begging) and the last shred of hesitation didn't just burn away; it fucking detonated.
"On your knees, Aunt Melissa."
The words came out low, steady, final, dripping with ten years of pent-up hate and lust.
She didn't argue. She couldn't. She slid off the desk like her spine had melted, thighs spasming, knees buckling, and collapsed to the rug in front of him with a wet thud.
Moonlight slashed across her naked body in silver blades: heavy tits swinging like pendulums, nipples swollen black-cherry and scraped raw, her cunt still gaping and drooling in fat, creamy strands that stretched from her ruined hole to the floor in obscene silver bridges.
She looked up at him and Phei nearly nutted across her face right then.
He couldn't believe it. The woman who'd sneered at him, called him trash, treated him like dogshit on her shoe for a decade was on her knees, mouth already open, begging with her eyes for the cock of the boy her husband despised.
His confidence surged, white-hot and vicious.
"Look at me."
Her eyes dark, flooded, worshipful snapped to his instantly.
He jerked his chin at the monstrous bulge straining his open jeans. "Take it out. Now."
Melissa's breath stuttered. Her trembling hands rose, fingers shaking like a junkie's, tracing the ridge of his cock through the denim first--slow, reverent, terrified and shaking in excitement she was finally being dominated.
The touch alone made him swell harder; the fat, leaking head shoved past his waistband, flared and shining like a weapon.
She dragged the jeans down his hips. No boxers. Nothing. His cock sprang free with a meaty slap against his stomach--thick, heavy, brutally curved upward, veins like cables under the skin, the way only a viciously hard nineteen-year-old cock can be.
Bigger than Harold by a humiliating margin; thick enough that her fingers could only fight to meet around it. A fat, glassy bead of pre-come welled up and rolled down the underside in a slow, taunting river.
Melissa stared, lips parted, a broken, animal sound crawling out of her throat.
"Smell it," he snarled.
She lurched forward like she'd been shot, burying her face against him, nose dragging up the underside, inhaling so deep her ribs shook.
Her eyes rolled back, a full-body shudder ripping through her. She rubbed her cheek along the shaft like a cat in heat, smearing tears and spit across his skin, breathing him in like oxygen after drowning.
Then her tongue pink, obscene, desperate lolled out and licked a long, filthy stripe from his swollen balls to the tip, swirling around the head, sucking that bead of pre-come into her mouth with a greedy, guttural moan that punched straight into his spine.
Phei's head snapped back, a savage growl tearing loose.
"Fuck—yes—"
She smiled and opened her ruined mouth wide.
He didn't ask twice.
Both hands twisted viciously into her hair, yanking her head back until her throat was a straight line, and he rammed his cock between her lips in one brutal thrust.
She took half immediately, throat spasming, gagging hard, saliva exploding around the seal of her lips. He dragged back and slammed deeper, the fat head punching the back of her throat with a wet glurk, her neck bulging visibly as he forced past her gag reflex.
Tears poured, thick black streaks joining the mess on her face, but her eyes stayed locked on his--pleading, adoring, fucking grateful.
He started fucking her face like he hated her--because the biggest part of him still did.
Hard. Fast. Punishing.
Each thrust slammed her head back on her neck, tits bouncing so violently they slapped her chin, ropes of spit pouring from her mouth in thick silver strands that splattered her heaving tits and puddled on the floor between her knees.
She didn't fight.
She fucking giggled wet, deranged, cock-drunk every time his balls smacked her chin, the vibration ripping up his shaft like lightning.
Phei snarled, hips pistoning, one fist twisting tighter in her hair until he felt strands rip free, the other dropping to maul her tits--squeezing the heavy flesh until bruises bloomed instantly, twisting a nipple so viciously she screamed around his cock, the vibration making his balls seize up hard.
Spit cascaded down her chin in waterfalls, soaking her tits, dripping off her nipples in long, obscene strings. Every thrust made a grotesque, wet GLURK-GLURK-GLURK as her throat bulged and convulsed around him, mascara-smeared tears streaming sideways into her hair.
"Look at you," he rasped, voice shredded raw. "Harold's perfect little housewife choking on her nephew's fat cock like a back-alley whore. You were born for this, weren't you? Born to be a cum-dump for the trash you hated."
She tried to nod--couldn't, because he was raping her throat too savagely, but her eyes screamed it: yes, yes, fucking yes, ruin me.
He felt the load boiling up, balls drawing tight, spine on fire.
With a feral snarl he ripped her off his cock by the hair--thick webs of spit and pre-come stretching from her swollen, purple lips to his glistening shaft, and hauled her upright until her toes barely touched the floor.
"Not yet," he hissed, grinding his slick cock against her tear-soaked cheek, smearing the mess into her skin like war paint. "You're swallowing every fucking drop, but only when I decide you've earned it."
Melissa whimpered (a broken, pathetic sound) and sank back to her knees without being told, mouth already gaping open again, tongue lolling out like a dog, hands clawing desperately for his cock, eyes wild and empty of anything but need.
The proud, cruel aunt was dead and rotting.
Only a dripping, cock-worshipping slave remained.
And Phei had never felt more like a god in his entire life.