The Omnistore System

"mmm...maah...mahh.." Emma's muffled moans filled the room, her attempts to stay silent futile as Kevin's hips relentlessly thrust into her. He had been going at it for what felt like an eternity to her—half an hour of intense pounding that left her body trembling with one orgasm after another. Beneath her, a small puddle of her own release had formed, a proof to those orgasms.

Maria, positioned behind Emma, kept her legs securely locked with Emma's, forcing them wide apart so Kevin could continue without any interruption. Maria's grip was firm, her arms around Emma's waist, holding her steady while Kevin drove deeper into her with each thrust. The look on Maria's face was one of satisfaction, knowing she had been the one to orchestrate this moment, to push Emma into a state of surrender.

Emma's shirt had been pushed up, leaving her breasts exposed, bouncing in time with the force of Kevin's movements. His hands roamed over her body, fingers grazing her sensitive nipples before trailing down to her waist.

Kevin maintained a steady, relentless pace, thrusting into her with a rhythm that seemed to match the quickened beat of her heart. He wasn't rushing, wasn't trying to overwhelm her— he was simply keeping to the pace that had her gasping, moaning, and reacting with each stroke. The intensity of it all, combined with Maria's controlling presence behind her, left Emma trapped in a whirlwind of pleasure that she could no longer resist.

One of Emma's pants legs was still on, dangling from her ankle as she had struggled too much while Kevin was trying to remove them. Her resistance had faded after the first orgasm, and her body had given up shortly after. Only her mind and heart held on, trying to resist forming the so-called connection Maria had mentioned earlier.

'How is she so much stronger than me?' Emma wondered, shocked. She had surpassed the limits of a mortal since becoming a cultivator and believed she was stronger than Maria, who practiced a lower-grade cultivation technique. But now, she couldn't even free herself from Maria's grip, leaving her in disbelief.

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"See, Emma, you're already connecting physically with him so perfectly..." Maria whispered into Emma's ear between soft kisses, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Emma was stunned as she felt her body betraying her, her own vagina tightening around Kevin's penis without her control. Each time he withdrew, she could see her outer folds clinging to him, almost as if they were sucking him back in.

'No... no... I don't... like this... stop doing that...' Emma screamed in her mind, her thoughts a panicked whirl. She didn't dare to speak, knowing that if she tried, only moans would escape her lips. Even now, she wasn't sure how she was managing to keep her mouth shut.

Emma's body refused to obey her mind, her vagina gripping Kevin's hard length with desperate need. Despite her internal protests, Maria's seductive whispers continued to weave through her thoughts. "Just go on and connect with him in your heart too, like I did. It'll feel even better... just accept the joy he's giving you... and your body..." her words slowly breaking down Emma's resistance, making her mind slip further into accepting this forbidden relationship.

Emma's mind raced, desperately trying to cling to some semblance of control. 'This isn't me... I don't want this... I shouldn't want this...' But as she struggled, she could feel her resistance fading, her moans becoming more frequent and uncontrolled, her body betraying her with every pulse and squeeze of her inner muscles around Kevin.

Maria continued her persuasive assault, her voice a mix of tenderness and authority. 'It's okay to want this, Emma. It's okay to feel pleasure. Let go of the guilt, the fear... Embrace the

connection. Feel how perfectly your body fits with his... It's natural.'

Emma could hardly believe what was happening. Her mind was trapped in a battle between what she believed was right and what her body was telling her. Every time Kevin pulled back, her vagina clung to him, refusing to let go, almost begging for him to stay inside her. She could feel it, the way her outer folds gripped him, pulling him back in as if trying to seal him in place.

'No... I don't want this...' she tried to convince herself, but the voice in her mind was growing weaker, drowned out by the physical pleasure surging through her. She couldn't even find the strength to speak; every time she opened her mouth, only moans escaped, betraying her true feelings.

Through it all, Kevin played the role of the silent pleasure giver, surprised at how persuasive Maria had become. He could see the disgust in Emma's eyes gradually fading, replaced by a growing lust.

It wasn't just Maria's words that were breaking down Emma's resistance-Kevin's relentless thrusts were playing their part too. But seeing Maria whisper those tempting words to her younger sister was still shocking. 'Hell, if she said those things to me like that, I'd sell my soul to the devil for her,' Kevin thought with a smirk. Finally, leaning forward, he decided to join in the verbal persuasion, "Why are you resisting? You've always wanted this."

He was right-Emma had always wanted this. The mere thought of it made her heart race and her body heat up. She had craved his touch, his length inside her. "That's... because you needed my help... I just wanted to help you..." she stammered, her voice wavering between denial and acceptance.

Kevin was getting frustrated. 'Fuck, she's a tough nut to crack,' he thought, feeling a mix of annoyance and determination. He had made Emma orgasm over ten times in the past half hour, a feat that would have left most women completely shattered, but somehow, she still held on to her resistance. Despite her body's overwhelming responses, there was still a part of her mind clinging to the notion that what they were doing was wrong.

Kevin knew he had other ways to break her down, more forceful techniques that could shatter those last barriers in her mind, but he hesitated to use them. Emma wasn't resisting because she didn't want him-he could feel how badly her body craved him. No, she was resisting because of the moral conflict she was struggling with, the feeling that this was wrong on some fundamental level.