Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

The sharp edge of pain quickly gave way to a rush of overwhelming pleasure. She felt stretched wide, split open around him, every inch of his cock buried so deep her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. For her first time, his size should have been too much. And yet—she craved more of him. A raw, primal need surged through her, demanding everything he had and more.

Her breasts bounced with each relentless thrust—full, flushed, and begging for attention. The dusky rose of her nipples stood tight and glistening with sweat, gliding slightly as her body rocked beneath him. A delicate gold chain rested between them, the tiny charm tapping against her slick skin in time with every movement, like a metronome to their lust.

"Ah, fuck, Daphne," Zaeryn growled. She was so goddamn tight—like her cunt had been molded just for him, every pulse of her walls gripping his cock like she never wanted to let go. If he kept up this brutal pace, he knew he wouldn't last. So, he forced himself to slow down.

He shifted to a slower rhythm—deliberate, cruel—pulling out until only the thick head remained inside her before slamming back in. The drag of friction was maddening, making her toes curl with each stroke. Every retreat made her ache. Every return drew a desperate moan from her lips. The wet, obscene sound of her arousal clinging to him echoed through the room—primal, raw, and perfect.

Daphne whimpered, hands scrabbling at the desk, gasping for air as he repeated the motion again and again. Her thighs trembled. Her back arched. Her nipples brushed the cool air, tight and begging. He was keeping her right there—on the edge—until she was shaking with need beneath him.

And then he snapped. Without warning, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her—hard.

Smack.

Her scream ripped from her throat, raw and high. Her whole body jolted, breasts bouncing wildly, the desk dragging a full inch beneath her from the sheer force of it.

Her head lolled back, breasts bouncing wildly now, her nipples shining with sweat.

He adjusted his stance, lifting one foot onto the edge of the desk for better leverage, then grabbed her leg and hitched it over his shoulder. The shift in angle was devastating—his cock now grinding directly against her sweet spot with every thrust.

"There—yes, Zaeryn!" Daphne moaned louder, her voice cracking with pleasure. The way he moved, the way he hit just right—it was maddening. He knew exactly how to make her unravel.

If she'd known he could make her feel like this, she never would've dared to challenge him.

The desk rocked violently now in rhythm. Flesh slapped as her wetness slicked down his cock, dripping between her thighs, onto the edge of the desk.

She sat up from her lolling position to make eye contact, He leaned forward, one hand finding her hair, the other gripping her massive tit roughly.

She moaned for more desperately, her voice a was broken whisper. "I'm close. So close. Don't stop—"

He didn't, Infact he only went harder.

"Unnh, Zaeryn, yes, right there!" Daphne babbled, meeting his thrusts with rolls of her own. She could feel the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, an inferno building in her core. Coupled with the relentless friction against her clit, it wouldn't take long.

His other hand tangled in her hair as he fucked her harder.

Daphne was sent hurtling over the edge with a sharp cry. "ZAERYN!" she moaned out his name, back arching, cunt clenching hard as her climax crashed over her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure dragged her under, her hips bucking wildly, nails raking down his back.

Zaeryn didn't let Daphne catch her breath. He wasn't done with her, not yet. In one swift motion, he pulled out and flipped her to the side, she was now laying sides on the desk. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back, his cock sliding and teased her pussy again.

Daphne whimpered, her hips pushing back, aching to feel him inside her again."Zaeryn…" she moaned, almost delirious. "….I need you."

With a growl, he slammed back into her, his hips pistoning wildly. The new position let him drive deeper—impossibly deep—forcing his way through her fluttering walls like he owned them. One hand reached around to pinch and roll her nipple, adding a sharp jolt of sensation that made her nearly lose her mind.

Her body responded instinctively, cunt clenching around him like it never wanted to let him go. Once again, the room echoed with the filthy sound of their bodies colliding, a raw, lewd symphony of skin on skin.

Then Zaeryn leaned down, pressing his sweat-slicked chest flush against her back. His arm snaked under her neck, pulling her in like a lover—not just a conquest. He gripped her jaw, turning her face so he could crash his mouth against hers. Their kiss was messy, frantic, tongue and teeth and need—all while he continued to rail her from behind, wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go.

Daphne moaned into his mouth, her hands scrabbling at the desk for something to hold onto. Every thrust struck her sweet spot with surgical precision, his cock dragging against nerves that lit her up like a firestorm.

It was too much. With a raw scream, Daphne shattered—her second orgasm ripping through her like a shockwave. Her legs kicked, hips bucked, and her cunt clamped down on him like it refused to let go. The intensity wracked her body in powerful waves, and she rode each one out, unashamed, fully present in the chaos of it.

Zaeryn wasn't far behind. His thrusts lost their rhythm, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he came, hot and thick, spilling inside her. He didn't pull away. Instead, he stayed pressed against her, feeling every tremor of her still-tensed body—her muscles coiled like a warrior after battle, breath ragged but steady.

After long, heavy silence, he finally eased out of her. Before he could move far, Daphne turned her face to him again and kissed him, this time slow, deliberate, almost reverent.

Then, she willingly allowed herself to melt into him, her body molding against his with quiet acceptance. It was more like she had surrendered to him, because naturally, she wouldn't give up control so easily.