Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 36: Anya’s Wildness

The rhythmic thumping of Anya's hips against Ruel's was the only sound in the room, a stark contrast to the sterile silence that usually permeated the chamber.

Ruel, however, was far from satisfied.

He wanted more than just physical domination; he wanted her complete and utter submission.

Just as Anya was nearing the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Ruel abruptly pulled out of her.

The sudden absence made Anya cry out in protest, her eyes widening in confusion and frustration.

"Wha- what are you doing?" she gasped, reaching for him.

Ruel s, his expushed her aside with his unreadable expression.

He didn't answer her question.

Instead, he grabbed her arm.

"Come on," he said, his voice low and commanding. "We're not finished yet."

Anya, still reeling from the interrupted pleasure, stumbled after him. "Where are you taking me?" she demanded, but Ruel ignored her.

He led her out of the room and down the hall, his pace quick and purposeful.

Anya, naked and vulnerable, struggled to keep up, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

As he pulled her near to a room, anya finally panicked, and started struggling."Why are we here.. i.. i.. dont want him to see me like this"

"What's there to be afraid of, it's not like he can see you"

Ruel shoved the door open and dragged Anya inside.

The room was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of medical equipment.

And in the center of the room, lying motionless on the bed was Anya's husband.

Anya's breath hitched in her throat.

She stared at the comatose figure, her face a mask of guilt and fear.

Ruel, however, seemed unfazed.

He pulled Anya towards the bed roughly then he layb on the bed.

He loomed over her, his eyes burning with a dark intensity.

"Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "Fuck me. If you want it so badly."

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Listening to him, anya stared at ruel's massive dick and then at her husband's unmoving form.

At first she felt guilty for being unfilial to her husband but now, a battle raging within her.

Looking at that peaceful face lying on the bed, without any care.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of shame and desperate need.

But the built-up horniness was too much for her to hold.

She couldn't deny her body's craving any longer.

With a choked sob, she positioned herself over Ruel, her movements clumsy and desperate.

As she lowered herself onto his waiting shaft, a torrent of emotion poured out of her.

Tears streamed down her face as she turned her head and looked at the sleeping body.

"You... you left me," she cried, her voice thick with pain and resentment.

"You left me alone in that... that broken base! You cared more about your damn power, than you did about me!"

With each scene flashing through her head, her anger kept on bulding up.

"You could never satisfy me!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "You never even tried!"

She screamed with on top of her lungs

"You would just... just finish, and leave me hanging, never caring about my feelings!"

"How does that even make you a man. "

She looked down at Ruel, her eyes blazing with a newfound defiance.

"Now, I don't need you anymore!" she spat, her voice filled with venom.

"I don't want to wait for you either, rotting away in this godforsaken place you left me to run!"

"Bye bye, dear," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Then she bounced her hip on ruel's rock hard cock, and taking it whole to her depths.

Then, her expression shifted, her anger transforming into raw, unadulterated lust.

She threw her head back and screamed Ruel's name, her voice filled with desperate longing.

"Ruel! Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! Make me forget about his tiny dick! Make me feel like a woman again!"

Ruel, no longer content to be a passive participant, met her frantic movements with powerful thrusts of his own.

"That's it, anya," he growled, his voice a rough counterpoint to her cries.

"Then ride me, like you mean it. ." The sound of their slick flesh colliding filled the room—a wet, rhythmic "Clap... Smack... Thwack!" that echoed the intensity of their encounter.

Anya rode him with abandon, her hips bucking against his, her breasts heaving with each up-and-down motion.

Her earlier tears had dried, replaced by a sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin.

Her eyes wide and dilated with her salivating open mouth, were fixed on Ruel's face, searching for something, she hadnt found in her husband.

"Harder!" she gasped, her voice raw with exertion and desire. "Please, harder!"

Ruel's gaze was unwavering, his expression a mask of pure, focused lust.

He gripped her hips, his hands burning into her flesh, guiding her movements, deepening each thrust, driving himself further and further inside her.

"Yes," he snarled, his voice thick with arousal. "Give me everything you've got."

The force of their combined movements drove Anya to the edge of sanity.

Each upward thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, her body convulsing with a series of powerful orgasms.

"Ruel!" she screamed, her voice cracking with the intensity of the sensations.

"I'm... I'm going to..." Her eyes rolled back in her head, her cries becoming more primal, less human.