Chapter 470: No Exit [R18]

Rain hissed on the windshield, neon signs bleeding across the glass as the Supra GTX purred at the red light. Nikolai’s hands tightened on the wheel, his eyes turning black and flicking to the side the moment he felt a hot, slimy sensation envelop the crown of his cock.

“Anya…” His voice was rough as her cheeks tightened around his shaft.

A wet slurp sounded the moment her drool began to flow down to his balls, followed by the sweet friction of her lips tightening around his cock.

Her fingers slipped inside his waistband, dragging the heavy fabric down. The swollen heat of his shaft leapt free, thick and veined as it bulged against her palm. Her heterochromatic eyes shimmered in the flicker of streetlights, blue and crimson both glowing with hunger.

She wrapped her lips around his swollen crown.

“Haaa—” Nikolai hissed, his hand gripping the wheel until leather creaked. The wet pop of suction filled the car, muffled by the rain. Her tongue curled along the ridge of his glans, swirling in slow circles before plunging deeper, his thick cock stretching her throat to take him in.

“Fuck…”

The light outside turned green, but Nikolai didn’t move. He let the Supra idle, engine growling while his lover’s mouth worked greedily. Each bob of her head forced her lipstick to smear darker across his shaft, her throat gagging and swallowing as she pressed her nose against his stomach.

“Mmphhh… ggglk—ahhh~”

Saliva ran down her chin, strands stretching to drip over his thighs. Her hand twisted at the base while her mouth devoured the rest, sloppy and loud, the sound of spit and suction making his cock throb harder.

Nikolai snarled like a beast, his hands sinking into the leather further, but he forced himself to stay in control, even as she traced his glans with her fangs… sending chills down his spine.

The engine rumbled as it crept forward, cars behind beeping in anger.

“Deeper, Anya. Swallow my cock to the root.”

“Nnnph!?”

Saliva dribbled from her lips as she nodded. Her throat bulged, choking with a wet, sloppy gag around him as she obeyed, tears gathering at the corners of her mismatched eyes.

Her slimy tongue slithered around his cock, smooth and warm, bringing tingles of pleasure as she looked up at him, sputtering and gagging on his thick crown, and the sight almost made him explode in violent lust.

“Good girl…” His voice was hoarse, strained, as the car’s interior fogged with heat. “Don’t you dare stop.”

With a low voice, he flicked the indicator towards a dark, no-exit alleyway… just enough for his car to enter.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The wet slap of flesh ricocheted off the alley walls, drowned beneath the hum of the Supra’s idling engine. Anya’s heels scraped against the brick as Nikolai pinned her high against the wall, both her legs hooked over his forearms.

“Haaaaaahhh!?” Her cry pitched high, a mix of pleasure and disbelief, as his cock drove into her with brutal force.

Each thrust jolted her body upward, her spine grinding against rough stone. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face, lipstick smeared, tears streaking down as she clung to his shoulders. Her mismatched eyes—one red, one blue—rolled back before locking onto him again, desperate, hungry.

“This loud already?” Nikolai growled, voice harsh in her ear. His hips snapped forward again, balls slapping against her ass with a heavy smack. “You begged for this… you’ll take every inch and love it.”

A sharp grunt left her lovely lips as she sank her nails into his back. “Nnngh… ahhh! Y-you’re too big… I can’t!”

“Can’t” His claws flexed around her thighs, spreading her wider. The black aura that still clung to him shimmered faintly, suffusing his thrusts with animalistic violence. “Your pussy says otherwise. It’s practically sucking me into your depths and squeezing me tight.”

He twisted his hips, grinding deep inside, and her walls convulsed, squeezing him like a vice. A gush of heat spilt down his cock, splattering against the floor as she whimpered the moment his curved glans rubbed her G-spot.

“Nnnn… I do…. I want your sperm….” She moaned, head pushed against the wall, her fangs extended in the dim light. “Nikolai… Ngh… don’t stop… I wanted this so badly, but you never came to me!”

The alley smelled of wet asphalt, engine oil, and sex. The Supra’s headlights cut dim lines into the fog, but the real fire came from the obscene rhythm of their bodies. His thrusts sent dull tremors through her frame, his breath hot against her neck.

Anya’s coat had long since fallen. Her strapless black dress bunched uselessly at her waist, tits bouncing free with each brutal impact. Sweat gleamed across her tanned skin, making every curve shine.

Nikolai leaned forward, biting her collarbone. “You dressed like a slut for me?”

Her moan broke into a gasp, her throat tight as her hands tangled in his hair. Although she didn’t really dress badly, it was for the excitement; her insides squeezed tighter when he accused her of being lewd or a slut.

“I—I did! For you! For only you!”

Her confession made his grin sharpen. He licked the sweat from her cleavage before snapping his hips up, spearing deeper until she cried out again.

Her words grew sloppier, broken between thrusts: “I—haaahhh—I thought I’d… lose you to Leo, to Clara—nnnngh—but I won’t—ahhh—I won’t lose!”

“Then hold my cock tighter,” he snarled.

His cock hammered into her again and again, the wall rattling beneath them as she squealed. Her juices ran down the inside of her thighs, dripping onto the pavement.

“So I can cum inside you.”

With a low growl, he pulled free. Anya whimpered, bereft of his cock, but before she could complain, Nikolai spun her around and shoved her over the hood of the Supra. Her cheek pressed against the cold metal, ass high, legs spread.

The car rocked with the impact as he slammed into her from behind, balls slapping wetly against her swollen cunt.

“W-Wait… it’s too deep!” Anya’s voice cracked as his cock crushed her womb, the soft heat enveloping his cock unbearable as her ass bounced against the hood. Her nails scraped white lines across the paint as he pumped into her, each thrust making the entire car jolt.

Nikolai leaned over her back, one hand fisting her hair, forcing her face against the windshield. His reflection glared back at him from the glass: black-eyed wolf with lips curled, looming over a wailing vampire gyaru.

Her tits flattened against the bonnet, nipples hard against cold steel. Each thrust made them drag, her breath fogging the windshield in frantic bursts.

“Say it.” His growl scraped her ear. “Say who you belong to.”

“I—haaaahhh—belong… nghh—to you! I belong to Nikolai Báthory Volkov!”

Her walls tightened around him, clenching wildly, a lewd squelch echoed as her mouth opened wide, eyes closing tight as she clamped down on his cock.

“Wow… you lewd vampire, did you just cum after declaring me your master?”

Her body convulsed suddenly, thighs quaking as a gush of hot liquid sprayed across his cock and thighs. The more he pounded her while berating and laughing made Anya’s cunt powerless…

Wet, sloppy and tight.

Nikolai’s grin sharpened as he kept thrusting through her orgasm. “Good girl. You’ll cum as many times as I want.”

Her voice was broken sobs of pleasure, drool smearing against the windshield as she begged incoherently. “Yes—yes ahhh—fill me, please—please, Nikolai—!!”

But he wasn’t finished.

With a growl, he pulled out, dragging his cock soaked with precum and honey, across her ass cheeks before slapping it between them with a smack. His hand pushed her onto her knees at the curb.

“Open.”

Anya obeyed instantly, tongue out, lips smeared, eyes wide and bright.

He rubbed the swollen head across her cheek, her lips, her tongue, until strings of precum smeared her face like war paint. Then he slid in, her mouth stretching wide, throat gagging as he fed her inch after inch.

“Gglk—mmnngghhh—” Her voice was broken gargles, drool streaming down her chin. Her mascara ran as tears brimmed, but she looked up at him through it all, mismatched eyes glowing with adoration.

His hips pumped shallowly, skull-fucking her throat until wet, sloppy sounds filled the alley louder than the rain. Each thrust made her throat bulge obscenely, the Supra’s headlights flashing across the thick shape inside her neck.

“You love this?” he snarled, hand gripping her blonde hair tight, forcing her to hold every inch.

She gurgled a muffled “Yeshh—mmnnnghh—” before gagging again, throat convulsing around him.

Her hands rubbed his thighs, nails digging into muscle, begging for more even as drool and tears covered her face.

He smiled at the sight, and slowly dragged his cock free, with a wet, slimy pop, her swollen lips covering his shaft in lip gloss as she gasped for air.

He finally yanked her off, cock glistening, spit connecting her lips to his shaft. She gasped desperately for air, chest heaving.

Nikolai dragged her back up and bent her over the hood again, shoving into her swollen pussy with a brutal slam. She screamed loud enough to shake the alley, her cunt spasming wildly.

“Cum inside me—fill me—make me yours, Nikolai!”

Her desperate cries triggered the wolf inside him. His thrusts lost rhythm, devolving into feral slams, each one deeper than the last until his balls slapped her ass raw. His hands bruised her hips, claws pricking skin.

With a final growl, he buried himself fully, head punching against her womb.

He came in heavy, violent spurts, seed flooding her depths. The hot pressure filled her until it spilt out in streams, running down her thighs, dripping over the hood and the pavement.

Anya’s scream cracked into sobs, her body convulsing as her pussy wrung him desperately, refusing to let go.

“Yesss—haaahhh—so much, so hot, Nikolai!”

They stayed locked like that for a long, breathless moment. His weight pressing her down, his cock twitching inside her, her thighs quivering against the cold metal.

Finally, Nikolai pulled her upright, cradling her against his chest. Her face was ruined. Lipstick gone, mascara smeared, cheeks stained with drool and tears.

But she smiled, dazed and beautiful to him.

“Don’t you ever doubt who you belong to,” he murmured, kissing her damp hair.

“I won’t… ever again… eheheh…” she whispered back, voice hoarse as sperm bubbled from her needy snatch.

***

Later…

The Supra slid back onto the main street, soaked roads reflecting neon. Anya sprawled across the passenger seat, dress ruined, thighs still sticky, her coat barely covering her.

At the next light, she smirked, lips red and swollen, as she unzipped his pants again.

Her head dipped into his lap, tongue dragging along his still-hard cock.

The light turned green, but this time Nikolai didn’t lose control; his eyes watched her before pressing the accelerator with a low groan.

Then the Supra roared into the night.