"When it's over," he growled against her mouth, "you won't wonder if you're good enough. You won't compare yourself to anyone. You'll know—deep in your bones, painted inside this tight little cunt—that you're mine. That I chose you. That I'm never letting you go."

The sound she made was raw, inhuman—pure, desperate, surrendered need.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered, trembling in his arms. "Yes. Please."

"Good girl."

He lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly, ankles locking, soaked pussy smearing hot slick across the front of his sweatpants as he carried her the few steps to the bed. Every movement dragged her swollen clit against the ridge of his cock; she whimpered into his neck, nails digging into his shoulders.

Sierra watched from the velvet chair, lips parted, fingers already buried between her own thighs, circling slowly—dark eyes fixed on them like she was memorizing every second.

The cameras' red lights blinked steady. Witnesses.

Phei laid Maddie down in the center of the midnight silk like an offering—gentle for one heartbeat—then spread her trembling thighs wide with his palms, opening her completely to the lenses and to him.

Her pussy glistened—pink, smooth, dripping, lips parted and fluttering with nervous anticipation, clit swollen and begging, a thin strand of arousal stretching from her entrance to the sheets below.

He knelt between her legs, shoved his ruined sweatpants down just enough to free his cock—heavy, thick, flushed dark and slick with pre-come—and lined the fat head up against her virgin entrance.

Maddie's chest hitched. Her hands fisted in the silk. Eyes locked on his, wide and wet and trusting.

Phei leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other guiding himself.

"Breathe, baby," he murmured.

Maddie's eyes dropped to his cock the instant his sweatpants hit the floor, and the sound she made was somewhere between a whimper and a prayer.

It was—heavy, monstrous, hanging with real weight even fully erect, the thick dragon roaring to the skies of her pussy, facing straight toward her pussy like it already knew where it belonged.

Eleven and a half inches of brutal thickness, wrist-thick at the base, tapering only slightly toward the flared, angry-purple head that gleamed wet and glossy with a constant flow of pre-come.

A single fat rope of it stretched from the slit to his thigh before it broke and dripped to the sheets.

The veins were obscene: one rope-thick ridge running the full underside, pulsing visibly with his heartbeat; two more twisting up the sides like cables under velvet skin, branching into smaller tributaries that throbbed and shifted every time his cock twitched.

The whole shaft looked carved from living stone—dark, flushed, intimidating, the kind of size that made her smooth, virgin pussy look impossibly small and delicate by comparison.

Maddie's mouth actually fell open.

"Jesus… Phei…" Her voice was barely air. "It's… it's fucking huge."

Her small hands reached out like she was approaching something sacred and dangerous at the same time.

Fingers brushed the underside first—tracing that massive central vein with trembling reverence—then tried to wrap around the shaft. They didn't come close to meeting. Her thumb and middle finger were left with almost an inch of gap, and she let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh.

"I can't even—" She squeezed gently, feeling the iron heat, the throb that jumped against her palm. "I can feel your pulse in it. It's so heavy… God, it's heavier than my wrist."

A fresh bead of pre-come welled up and spilled over the crown. Maddie caught it instinctively, dragging her thumb through the slick and bringing it to her lips. She sucked it clean with a broken moan, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

"Please," she whispered, voice cracking with raw worship. "Please let me suck it. I need to taste you. I need to feel this monster stretch my throat before you stretch my pussy."

Phei's hand threaded into her hair—not forcing, just guiding.

"Show me how much you love my little dragon, Mads. Worship it like you've been dreaming about."

She didn't hesitate.

Her tongue came out first—flat and eager—lapping from the heavy balls all the way up the underside, tracing every bulging vein like she was mapping them for memory. When she reached the head, she swirled around it slowly, greedily drinking the steady leak of pre-come, moaning at the salt and heat.

Then she opened as wide as she could and took him in.

Her lips stretched thin and red around the bloated crown, jaw already aching. A wet, choking gag ripped out of her the second the head hit the back of her throat—spit flooding instantly, spilling over her chin in thick strands that dripped onto her perky tits.

Her throat visibly bulged as she forced another inch, eyes watering, mascara streaking black rivers down flushed cheeks.

She pulled off with a filthy, obscene pop, gasping, long strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head.

"Look at it," she panted, both hands pumping the slick shaft now, twisting over the veins. "It's so fucking thick I can't even breathe around it. And it's so heavy in my hands… God, I want it to ruin me."

She dove back down—deeper this time, gagging harder, throat spasming as the bulge in her neck grew more pronounced. Her cheeks hollowed, nose flaring for air she couldn't get, tears streaming freely as she worshipped him with everything she had.

Phei groaned, hips flexing shallowly, feeding her another inch while his free hand reached down to thumb away one of her tears.

"That's it," he growled. "Get it nice and sloppy. Because this dragon's about to claim that virgin cunt, and I want you to feel every single vein when it splits you open."

Maddie moaned around him—the vibration shooting straight to his balls—and took him deeper still, surrendering completely to the worship she'd been dreaming of for years.

The cameras caught every detail: the obscene stretch of her lips, the visible pulse of veins against her tongue, the weight of his cock making her jaw tremble, the way her untouched pussy dripped steadily onto the silk just from the act of choking on him.

She was ready.

And so was he.

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