Carnal Immortal-Chapter 420: A Display To Admire

WARNING - Depiction of the Aftermath of The R*pe play is up ahead. If you do not have a stomach for such things, do not read.

John sat outside his bedroom with his back against the door the whole night as he listened to his wife and Skyla's moans along with the symphony of sounds that Amon created.

The sound of the bed creaking, the headboard smashing against the wall, the sound of wet flesh clashing hard over and over again. Everything was straight out of John's wet dream horror, which he couldn't turn away from.

Every time he thought it was over, it would start all over again. Amon was a monster in bed; he went on and on and on with his wife and Skyla.

Make the two women moan and cum over and over again throughout the night.

John's imagination ran wild as he could only picture what was going on inside his own bedroom on his own bed from just the sounds he heard.

It forced him to use the part of his brain that he rarely uses and derive pleasure from it.

The sounds didn't stop until daybreak. Half an hour later, the door opens, and John falls in without the door supporting his back anymore.

He looks up and sees Amon standing right above him. His massive figure loomed over John's entire existence, casting a permanent shadow of a bull onto a cuck.

Amon has his clothes on, and on his shoulder, he carries Skyla. John sees the look on Skyla's face, it's one of pure bliss as her eyes are completely hazy as if there is no thought behind them, while she has a big goofy smile on her lips.

John sees Skyla's limbs dangling freely in the air with no movement, indicating that she is completely out.

John then meets Amon's gaze, who smiles at him gently. A very friendly smile. A smile that one would look at and think they can trust this person with everything in their life. Looking at Amon's smile, it doesn't look like he didn't just fuck the living hell out of John's wife the entire night. It's a very innocent and friendly smile.

"Skyla is tired. I should take her back to her place. I had an amazing time as always. Hope my next visit would be as fun as this one," Amon says, smiling while John just stares before slowly nodding his head up at Amon.

Amon's smile widens. "Well then, friend, I will hit you up whenever I feel like fucking your wife again," Amon says and walks away with Skyla.

John slowly sits up and follows Amon with his gaze as Amon makes his way towards the staircase with Skyla on his shoulder.

John's eyes can't help but lock onto Skyla's exposed ass and cunt, which is visible from his angle.

He can see the cum leaking out of both her holes as Amon disappears from his sight, along with Skyla.

Silence takes over as John can't hear anything but his own heartbeat at this moment, and then realization comes. His wife. She is still inside the bedroom.

He gets back to his feet and turns around, and looks at his bed.

It's a massive bed, custom-made so that both he and Linda could sleep comfortably without bothering each other.

On it, he sees his wife, lying on her stomach with all her limbs flailed out.

His eyes fall on Linda's lower half as he walks closer to her.

He sees his wife's both holes stretched out as the massive amount of cum Amon deposited inside her seems to be slowly seeping out of them and pooling down on the bedsheet.

He looks at her asscheeks as they are completely red and bruised, clearly from the repeated spanking she must have been subjected to, which John is certain that she enjoyed.

He steps closer.

He looks at Linda's face. She has the same face Skyla had, no, hers looks even more depraved.

Linda's eyes are completely glazed out, her mouth is wide open, and her tongue is hanging out. There is more cum to see that Amon left behind. It's inside her mouth and around her lips, some of it on her eyebrows and eyelashes, and some of it on her hair.

Her face is a complete mess.

If not for her back rising up and down and her nostrils flaring in and out as she breathes, John would think she was dead.

He also notices the red handprints on the side of her face that are visible to him, clearly caused by being slapped repeatedly by Amon, which John is certain that his wife loved, given her extreme fetish.

It is a very extreme sight for a husband to see his wife in. Any other man would have broken down into tears, but not John; he is extremely stimulated by the sight before him.

If his dick could get hard right now, it would, but the only thing he feels down there is pain from the amount of time he masturbated listening to his wife and Skyla getting fucked.

"amamanmn~" He hears his wife mumble words that don't make sense, but to him, somehow, strangely, it does. He recognizes that his wife is still babbling Amon's name even though he has done his deed and left Linda in John's care.

With shivering hands, John grabs his wife by the shoulder and flips her on her back to see the rest of her current state, and what he sees makes him feel an extremely exciting chill run down his spine.

Everywhere he sees, his wife's body is marked by Amon's hands.

Her cunt, it's red from the repeated brutal pounding it was subjected to, her waist is red from how strongly Amon must have held her as he fucked her.

Her breasts have the same redness and bruises that were on her asscheeks, from the repeated slapping, twisting, and pulling they must have gone through.

Her other side of her face is also the same, red from the repeated slapping it was subjected to.

Her neck also has Amon's handprint on it, clearly from getting choked by him as he fucked her.

Every part of Linda's body is marked by Amon as if it all belongs to him, reminding John that only he has a claim over them.

And as for Linda, she looks like a mindless whore who enjoyed every bit of it. Even with all the bruises and redness all over her body, no one would look at her face and think that she was abused. She enjoyed it through and through.

John looks at the work of art Amon has left behind for him to admire.

Wanting to save this moment forever, John even pulls out his phone and takes multiple pictures of his wife from every angle.

Once he is done, he pulls in a chair and sits beside his depraved wife, admiring her beauty like he had never done before.

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Amon carries out Skyla with a big, satisfied smile on his face. He really enjoyed his time fucking the living hell out of Skyla and Linda.

Skyla got the reward she deserved for being a good partner in crime, while Linda was treated like the depraved slut that she is.

He made sure to mark every inch of Linda so that John sees and admires the work he put in on his wife.

Amon walks up to his car and puts Linda in the back seat so that she can rest comfortably while he gets in the driver's seat and drives out of John's house.

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About an hour later, Amon arrives at an apartment community where Skyla lives.

It's about fifteen minutes away from the campus.

He drives his car into the complex and parks his car in one of the guest spaces.

Looking around, Amon realizes that Skyla might be more well off than she portrays herself because rent for living in such apartment communities is not cheap.

He wonders how Skyla manages to afford it, as she is just a student; he doesn't bother looking further into it, as it might just ruin a pleasant moment of surprise for him.

A little peek into her past or future can reveal so much, so Amon doesn't want to.

He carries Skyla in his arms as if she's a princess and walks in.

Since it's still early in the morning, there are not many people around.

He enters the elevator and up he goes to the floor where Skyla lives.

He arrives before her apartment and knocks on the door. A few seconds later, the door opens.

A girl, similar in age to Skyla, opens it.

Amon looks at the girl; she is a looker, no less than Skyla, but with a completely different vibe.

While Skyla is your typical, I want everyone's attention type of girl, the girl before Amon is the complete opposite.

She has long, blond, straight hair, a beautiful face with big, greyish eyes, a small nose, and plump lips. She is wearing a very baggy sweatshirt and loose trousers, but someone with eyes as sharp as Amon can clearly see that her clothes are hiding a bombshell of a figure.

'A new toy?' Amon wonders with a grin as the girl nervously looks at Amon while her cheeks start flushing a little.

"Umm.... Is... Skyla, okay?" She asks with some concern, seeing Skyla sleeping peacefully in Amon's arms.

"Don't worry, your friend is fine. She is just very tired. Can you show me to her room so that I can put her down?" Amon asks with a very sincere and charming smile, making the shy girl blush a little.

She nervously nods her head and guides Amon to Skyla's bedroom.