"Keep the engine going," Eurill told his driver, "this won't take very long."

The driver, of course, nodded simply and silently. Once Eurill turned his back to escort the sweet young lady to her home, he was content to crack open his romance book and maybe, just maybe, finish a chapter or two of the book that had so tightly engrossed him.

Croissant, meanwhile, felt… strange. Different.

She felt liberated.

She felt trapped.

She felt disgusting.

She felt… beautiful.

And then she felt around her back pocket for her house keys. She couldn't get them out fast enough, and she fumbled around with them as Eurill loomed over her, like some kind of guardian or spirit.

"Fuck," Croissant muttered, smiling anxiously, "h-hang on a sec, stud…"

"Take your time," Eurill told her, quietly. Huskily. He sounded almost drunk, even if the only thing he'd been sampling tonight was Croissant herself.

She couldn't get the door open fast enough.

They were animals. Thoroughly unimpeded with the way that they devoured one another.

The door only just slammed shut, but right then, Croissant's back was against the wall, like she'd been tossed up against it. There was no pretense to be found here, no miscommunication to be had. Their bodies would be doing most of the talking anyway.

Eurill pressed himself up against the younger, smaller woman. His own son's crush; he attacked her neck with starving, desperate kisses. Croissant moaned almost immediately, as if the mere sensation of Bison's father's lips against her skin were enough to make her spill over the edge. Her legs had turned to jelly; her knees were buckling like she'd forgotten how to walk. If she were lucky, then come morning, she wouldn't even be able to if she tried.

"Eurillll," Croissant moaned. The flustered cowgirl kept her eyes screwed shut, believing that opening them suddenly would reveal all of this to just be some kind of sick, delicious dream. The hallway lights were still turned off. They were shadows in that darkness.

"Oh, God," Eurill growled, as he had tried — and failed — to rein himself in. What a wonderful, miserable failure it was. He strained against his pants again, and he ground himself up against a girl who was half his age, and they were loving it. They were burning up in their lust. The only way to cool down was to shed those layers.

Croissant was the first between them. With Eurill's help, she'd gotten her top off, and it's thrown to the floor with callous disregard. Next came the pants, but these took a little bit longer. Eurill is pressing his lips up against Croissant's, kissing her hard while she fumbled with the button and zipper of her shorts.

"Fuck." Croissant exhaled sharply after cursing. "Hang on, I can't fuckin'... stupid pants…!"

Eurill chuckled lowly, once again bringing his mouth to Croissant's neck and kissing her across the surface of her skin, just below her jaw. The sound that escaped from her was completely and utterly involuntary, and she might have been embarrassed about it if she wasn't desperately trying to undress her friend's dear old dad.

Croissant had an easier time loosening Eurill's tie and sliding it off of him, while the hulking Forte nimbly unbuttoned his shirt. Pop, pop, pop, one by one the buttons became undone, and they're closer and closer to savoring that forbidden fruit.

"Eurill," Croissant moaned, tasting his name again. She couldn't keep her hands off of him. Once the brutish Forte's shirt and tie are taken care of, his pants are the next to go, and Croissant quickly strips down to nothing in the lull between them.

"H-how do ya want me, stud?" She stammered, thinking of all the ways that Eurill Pides could make short work of her. She was smaller than him by a considerable margin; he could pick her up and toss her around as much as he wanted and she would take it all with a winning smile. Perhaps that's why Eurill responded by outright picking her up and carrying her down the hall to the living room, having caught a glimpse of it during his strip session. He saw a couch in there — he knew what he would do to Croissant on it.

At this proximity, it was clear as day just how… built the older man was. He hefted her with ease, and Croissant admired strength as much as the next cowgirl. Without a shirt, Eurill appeared every bit as dominant and authoritative as he always seemed to be. Croissant ogled him with such overt lust that he could only smile smugly, as though the little woman in his arms was actively feeding his ego.

In just a moment, she's bent over the arm of her couch. She'd been bent over it before of course, but never by a man twice her age. Certainly never by Bison's own father — though she already hoped that he would bend her over and manhandle her many more times after tonight. She wanted to be manhandled by him whenever he damn well pleased. She wanted to be underneath him, insofar as she could turn the tables and rock his world better than his wife ever could — the lucky bitch.

Here was a man who didn't need any more enticement, but even so, she wiggled her butt at him to beckon him closer. Eurill came up behind Croissant and kneaded her toned ass with his calloused hands, spreading her cheeks to further toy with her.

"You're so depraved," he spoke down to her.

Croissant snickered. "Seems like ya really dig it, stud…" She turned her head to look at him now, although it seemed as though her eyes were glued to the man's massive member as he rubbed it against her ass crack, taunting her with his thickness and heat. "Fuckin' hell…"

"Beg for it," he commanded. And oh, how she begged.

"Fuck me… c'mon, stud, fuck me up!" Croissant ground her ass up against Eurill's giant cock, gasping softly as he threatened to slide it deep inside her. "Fuck… that there's gonna split me wiiiide open… gosh golly!"

Eurill looked so pleased with himself, sliding his cock in-between Croissant's ass cheeks, hot-dogging the woman with gusto, and biting his lip to suppress the moan building at his throat. He smacked her ass, relishing its jiggle.

"Keep beggin'," he told her, "let me know just how badly you want it, baby girl."

Croissant gulped. Aw fuck. I really like being called that…

She blushed. Her face went cherry-red as she turned back around; she didn't want Eurill to see her reaction to such a pet name. He'd said something similar in the limousine, and no one ever called Croissant things like baby or sweetheart, so she ate up all the love that Bison's father showered her in. She wanted to drown in that attention, as long as he was the one holding her under the water.

"Eurill," she moaned, "come on, ya stud… stuff me with that biiiig cock of yers! Put me in my fuckin' place," she taunted, shaking her butt to and fro, "make me yer li'l bitch…! I know ya wanna fuck me real good… I know ya wanna fuck me up! Yer a big guy…"

Eurill sneered. "For you."

She playfully pouted. "Ya got a young, smokin' hot babe here askin' fer yer dick… wantin' you to fuck 'er pussy up… ya really got me beggin' like a whore for it, Eurill… c'mon now." Croissant brushed her butt up against the man's crotch. "Take me, please… I don't wanna sleep tonight 'less you tuck me in."

"Gah… Croissant…" Eurill felt a pang of guilt run through his chest. "Just how far are we taking this, I wonder? How far did you want to go?"

"All the way, cowboy. All the fuckin' way." She grinned mischievously. "Issa safe day. Ya don't gotta pull outta me for nothin'. Don't care if there's a catastrophe or somethin'. Please don't pull out."

Eurill gulped. Well, that was that, then.

He grabbed ahold of his cock and slowly, surely, worked it into Croissant's soaking wet pussy. The sound that she made was equal parts adorable and deliciously sexy — her whimper devolved into a little moan of pleasure as he carefully started to invade her from behind, taking his rightful place.

Croissant moaned out as she felt Eurill Pides stretch her the way that he was; she knew that he was big from what he'd shown off in the limo, but to have it fill her like this…

Suddenly, the woman wondered just how many sick days she had left at Penguin Logistics.

She groaned involuntarily as Eurill slid more and more of his massive cock into her receptive entrance, and she mewled as he groaned so desperately while he pushed through her folds and all that wet heat. Croissant covered her mouth with one hand, clenching an eye shut as she was taken.

"Hah… yeah… fuck, you're so tight," Eurill moaned, groping her ass and watching the flesh give beneath his fingertips. It felt so immensely satisfying to be inside of that spunky little Forte that Eurill couldn't imagine wanting to be with — or indeed inside of — anyone else. As long as Croissant was here, like this, spread for him…

You're a godawful husband, he told himself. You should be ashamed of yourself.

But the louder part of his brain told him to fuck her up.

Rather than pull out of Croissant — which may have been the only way to salvage something like this at this point — Eurill Pides grabs Croissant's hips with both hands and pulls her towards his crotch, shoving himself deeper into her greedy pussy and causing the cowgirl to buck and squeal with surprise.

"AAH! YEAH~!" Croissant winced from the pleasure and the pain, hardly able to believe that she could even take the man's cock as deep as she just had.

Fuckin' hell, she thought, I'mma be sore in the mornin'…!

Croissant clutched the arm of the couch as she was taken from behind, jerking forward slightly with every push forward from Eurill. Her entire body trembled as she was taken like this; she was helpless beneath Eurill's ministrations, cherishing his masculine grunts and groans of pleasure while he used her. Once the rhythm had been established, there could be no room for pretense: she was getting fucked and he was fucking her, and that was all there was to it. There was no romance here — their relationship was purely sexual and horrifically greedy.

Eurill wanted more from the little woman. He reached out with his giant hand to grab a clump of Croissant's fiery orange hair, causing her to whimper again and arch her back from the sudden pain. She tightened up for him as she kept the dip in her back, enjoying just how much smaller she felt for him. Enjoying the feeling of behaving like this for a man as powerful — physically and financially — as Eurill Pides. Croissant felt like a slut. She felt like a homewrecker. She felt like a toy. This was so wrong.

But if it was as wrong as it must have been… then why oh why did it feel so right?

Why was it so fun and so easy to lose control like this?

Why did it turn her on so much, and make her as wet as it did? There were a million other men in this city, that much was true.

But none like him. None like Mr. Pides…

She was torn from her train of thought once she felt Eurill's hand clap against her ass again, causing her to shiver with delight. The rougher he was with her, the more she seemed to like it. "Ahh~! Spank me! Mark me up, stud!"

Eurill didn't need to be told twice. He brought his hand down again, smacking Croissant's butt hard enough to make it jiggle, and once more to further redden the Forte's rear end. The rhythmic spanking spurred them further, each hit echoing against the four walls of the living room, and all the while Eurill dominated her from behind. Even just touching her felt forbidden and incredible, to say nothing of how deeply he'd penetrated a woman he wasn't married to.

The couch beneath them started creaking to the beat of their lust, though Croissant still held on for dear life as Eurill took her. "Fuck," he grunted, "you're g-going to make me lose control, sweetheart!"

"Ha! Y'ain't lost control yet, huh, cowboy?" Croissant drooled as she moaned for him. The pain from the initial penetration had begun to subside, and she was already finding herself getting used to his length and thickness. She could feel him throb inside of her, and having him inside of her felt necessary, and comforting. She tensed as he ran his fingers along the small of her back, up towards the back of her neck, where Eurill suddenly reached around Croissant to clamp his hand over her throat.

"Hrkk—!" Croissant shook like an earthquake had just run through her. She couldn't stop herself from meeting Bison's brutish father halfway, slamming back against him as deeply as she could. She hadn't taken him all the way inside of her — not just yet — but she was confident that one day soon, she'd be able to take every. last. inch. of his cock.

"You like that, don't you?" Eurill taunted, smiling with self-satisfaction. "You like being taken like this, choked and slapped around? Is that right?"

Croissant nodded desperately. She wanted it to hurt, and her smile doubled in size as Eurill tightened his grasp around the woman's slender neck, which tensed beneath his fingertips as she tried to gulp and gasp for air. All the while, he rutted her with reckless abandon, still unable to work the final few inches of his cock into her without truly hurting her. A goal for the future, he supposed.

"You can take it real well," Eurill whispered to her, his voice low and husky and dripping with desire, "you're such a good girl for me."

Just then, Croissant whimpered happily, and Eurill could feel her tighten up from the praise. She was much snugger to fit inside than before, though her wetness made it easy to pound her, and the sensation prompted Eurill to spank her over and over again, delivering sharp smacks to the woman's backside in an effort to grant her wish — to mark her up as his in any way that he could.

"Fucking hell," Eurill grunted, "G-God, Croissant…"

"Eurill—!" She choked out his name, and the man loosened his grip against her neck. "G-Gonna cum…! Fuckin' hell, g-gonna cum…!"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," Eurill groaned, "be a good girl and cum for me!"

"Nnghh—!"

She did as she was told, crying out as she reached her peak of ecstasy, and Croissant creamed herself around Eurill's meaty cock, convulsing around his length and milking him like the cowgirl she was. She screamed from the wave of euphoria that passed through her smaller frame, and the couch's creaking only quickened as he pumped himself in and out of her at a much faster, more haphazard pace.

"That's it, baby, that's it!" Eurill grunted as he fucked her, the growing wetness serving as ample lubrication while his climax came closer and closer.

Croissant knew without a shadow of a doubt that if she was on her back, she'd have wrapped her legs around his waist to secure him nice and tight. She didn't want the man going anywhere — she wanted to be absolutely filled by him, pumped full and left lying there like a cream-filled treat. From this position, she could do no such thing, and so she begged for her new man to stay put, to not pull out of her under any circumstances.

"Inside!" Croissant yelped. "Pump me nice n'full, stud! Cum inside me! Please, please!"

"Croissant!" Eurill gasped. "FUCK!"

"Yes! C'mon, sugar, stuff me! I'm your li'l whore! Ruin me, fuck me up~!"

Eurill growled like an animal as he reached his orgasm, pushing further inside of Croissant and unloading himself deep inside of her, prolonging her own orgasm as she writhed and trembled beneath his overwhelming and hard body. The satisfaction and comfort were immediate. The heat and wetness were paramount. His thrusts slowed down slightly while he caught his breath, twitching and filling his little Croissant with a fresh load of milk.

"Oh fuck," Eurill cursed, "oh fucking hell…!"

"It's okay!" Croissant shivered with excitement. She'd never felt so powerful in all her life. "Fuck! It's okay baby, it's okay… cum inside me, just like that, stud… holy cowwww…"

She wiggled joyously as Eurill stuffed her like this. As he painted her insides with his hot, pearly-white spunk. They stay like that for just a minute, catching their breath and slipping into a soothing, righteous afterglow.

And then Eurill pressed down on Croissant's ass cheek, sliding himself out and sighing with intense relief. He looked down and saw just how messy she was down there. He saw how she was already dripping his fresh cum; watched it spill to the floor between her shaky legs drop by drop.

And he felt… powerful. Sickened, but strong.

"Fucking hell…" The man took a steady breath. "What did I just do…"

"Ya did me," Croissant replied, turning her head and giving her stud a happy, wobbly smile. "Don't worry, it's… it's a safe day," she reminded him. "I won't, ya know…"

"That's… good to know," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "but that's not the only thing I'm worried about."

"Aww… wassup? Got that post-nut clarity thing goin' on?" Her smile turned sympathetic as she lay over the arm of the couch. "No part two tonight?"

Eurill swallowed hard. "Croissant… maybe this is a mistake?"

"It's a mistake," she said with a nod, "an' I'mma be the best fuckin' mistake you ever made."