The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 207 - Ice Queen’s Helplessness

I pounded Isabel’s asshole with an uncontrolled rhythm. My hips pistoned back and forth wildly, creating a loud, rhythmic slapping sound each time my thighs slammed against her buttocks. The wet, squelching noise from my cock sliding in and out of her ass, now slick with our combined fluids, grew filthier, louder.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Schlorp! Schlorp!

Isabel, now limp and exhausted, could only take it. Her body jolted and shook with each brutal thrust.

Her head hung low, sweat-drenched black hair obscuring her face, which was pressed against the floor. Only faint moans and gasps escaped her open mouth, signs she was still conscious, still feeling every sensation.

"Ah... ah... aah... Adam... I can’t... I’m going to faint..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and nearly drowned out by my own grunts and the sound of our bodies colliding.

But I didn’t care. I was close. The pressure building at the base of my stomach had peaked. Heat crept up my spine, signaling the impending eruption.

I hilted myself, feeling my pelvis press flush against her plump, hot ass. Then, with a ragged groan tearing from my throat, I released my second load deep inside her bowels.

"Take this!" I roared, pumping my seed into her body.

This burst wasn’t as powerful as the first, but it was still substantial. I could feel her already-full ass stretch further, expanding. My hot cum flooded every crevice, filled every fold, pressing against her sensitive inner walls.

Isabel screamed again—a mix of pain, disgust, and something else as she felt the second hot surge fill the deepest part of her. "No! Again?! My ass... my ass is completely full now!"

I pulled my cock out of her ass, which was now utterly wet, gaping, and pulsating. A disgustingly wet sound accompanied my withdrawal.

And with it, a stream of my thick, white semen began to flow out from her open anus, dripping heavily onto the arena floor, forming a small, vile puddle beneath her body.

Isabel, still in a doggy position, looked back between her legs and saw the sight. Her ass... was completely filled. And now its contents were leaking out, staining the arena floor, proof of her deepest humiliation.

"You filthy whore," I muttered, viewing the scene with satisfaction. "Your ass is now a dumpster for my cum."

Isabel didn’t answer. She only let out a weak whimper before her limp body finally collapsed fully to the floor, lying next to the puddle of her own defilement. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembled slightly, her empty eyes staring at the frozen arena ceiling.

I surveyed my handiwork on her. Her pretty face was ruined, eyes red and swollen, lips puffy, hair a mess. Her asshole was open, red, swollen, with semen still dripping out.

Then I checked the timer in my peripheral vision: [04:22...]

My time was almost up. Less than five minutes left.

I took a deep breath, then spoke to the still-prostrate Isabel. "Listen, Isabel. I’m going to restart time very soon. Now, get dressed. Return to your original position. And forget everything that happened here—at least, for now."

Hearing that, Isabel felt a sliver of relief. Finally... this is ending. She slowly pushed herself up, her body aching everywhere, especially her ass which felt like it had been split in two. She sat up, then unconsciously her hand reached back, touching her now-stretched, still-throbbing hole, feeling the warm fullness inside.

She felt it—the distinct difference. Her anus was no longer the same. No longer tight and virgin. Now it was open, loose, sensitive. And inside, something foreign, warm, and thick. Adam’s sperm.

She intended to expel it. Her fingers neared the opening, trying to push out the burden filling her rectum.

"Don’t," my voice cut sharply through her intent. "Keep it inside your ass. As a reminder."

Isabel jolted, then a profound shame washed over her again. She had to walk, had to fight, with Adam’s semen still inside her ass? That... was too humiliating. But she had no choice.

She nodded weakly, then tried to stand. Her legs shook, and as she attempted to take a step, a sharp pain from her rear made her stagger.

"Ow..." she groaned, her hands reflexively grabbing her buttocks.

"Hurry," I hissed, merciless.

Isabel complied, though with stumbling steps, her face contorted in pain and shame. She approached the pile of her clothes on the floor. First, she picked up her black tactical panties. As she pulled them on, she felt it immediately—the elastic material pressed against her sore ass, and she could feel how the panties instantly grew damp from the semen still seeping from her hole.

But she kept going. Her black bodysuit, trench coat, combat boots. Every movement was painful, every touch on her body reminded her of what had just happened. As she buttoned her coat, her hands trembled so violently she could barely manage it.

Meanwhile, I had already turned away from Isabel. I walked towards the northern throne, where Yukie still sat peacefully. I stood before her, gazing at her cold, perfect, beautiful face.

"Watch me, Isabel," I said, without looking back.

Isabel turned. What she saw made her jaw drop in disbelief.

I stepped up onto the throne seat, planting my foot on the armrest, so I stood above the chair, right in front of the seated Yukie. Then my hand grabbed Yukie’s frozen chin, prying open her usually tight-lipped mouth.

Yukie’s mouth opened, revealing neat white teeth and a still, pink tongue.

Then, without hesitation, I aimed my still-hard, wet cock—still slick with a mix of semen, Isabel’s fluids, and spit—towards Yukie’s open mouth.

I pushed in. The large head of my cock parted her thin lips, then entered her oral cavity. Her smooth, motionless tongue touched my shaft, providing a different sensation—softer, cooler, compared to Isabel’s hot throat.

I began to move. My hips thrust back and forth, using Yukie’s mouth as I had used Isabel earlier. But this time, the goal was different. I didn’t want to fuck her mouth—not yet. I just wanted to clean my cock of Isabel’s remnants. And Yukie’s mouth, with its clear, cool saliva, was the perfect cleansing tool.

Isabel, witnessing the scene, was stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Even though she knew of Adam’s time-stopping power, even though she had experienced his brutality firsthand, seeing Yukie Iceblood—the woman she considered the strongest, the untouchable, the fearsome—in such a helpless state, her mouth used as a cock-cleaning tool by Adam... it was still shocking.

Yukie, the extraordinary and terrifying, was now just like a doll. And Adam, the once-weak loser, now casually treated the academy’s strongest woman as a toy.

I kept moving, enjoying the sensation of Yukie’s smooth tongue touching every part of my shaft. Combined with her beautiful face—flawless features, porcelain-pale skin, empty pale white eyes—it was immensely satisfying. Even frozen, even as just a cleaning tool, Yukie radiated an aura of beauty and perfection that aroused me further.

As I continued, I glanced slightly towards Isabel.

"How does it feel to see this, Isabel?" I asked, my voice full of mockery. "Does it make you feel less ashamed? Seeing that even Yukie is powerless before me?"

Isabel didn’t answer. She just hurried to finish putting on her uniform, trying to divert her attention from the sight so humiliating for Yukie—and indirectly for herself, because she knew she was the reason the cock was dirty enough to need cleaning.

I pulled my cock out of Yukie’s mouth once the traces of my cum and Isabel’s fluids were washed clean by her clear saliva. As my cock withdrew, a thin strand of spit stretched between its tip and Yukie’s lips, glistening under the arena lights.

I used a finger to break the strand, then carefully closed Yukie’s mouth again, adjusting her head back to its original position as if nothing had happened.

Then, my gaze shifted to Delilah, who had been standing several meters away all this time, still holding her phone which was no longer recording. Her golden eyes watched me, full of anticipation and... longing.

"Mom," I called.

She approached immediately, her steps graceful despite a hint of eagerness. "Yes, darling?"

"Since you’ve been obedient and helped record earlier, I’ll give you a reward," I said, stroking my still-hard cock.

Delilah understood instantly. Her eyes sparkled, a happy smile spreading across her red lips. "Thank you, darling!"

She knelt before me without hesitation. Her delicate hands grasped my shaft, then her full, sensual lips parted wide, and she eagerly took my cock into her mouth with near-fervor.

She tried to take it all, even though it was too big for her mouth. She forced herself, her cheeks bulging, her eyes watering from gagging, but she didn’t stop. She kept sucking, her skilled tongue playing around my shaft, her hands fondling my balls, massaging with just the right pressure.

I watched her, my own stepmother, one of the world’s strongest women, a Guardian Council member, now kneeling before me in the middle of the frozen arena, her mouth stuffed with my cock, her face transformed into the expression of a whore enjoying her work. And she looked utterly happy.

"Aah... Delilah... you really are the best," I murmured, stroking her smooth blonde hair.

Isabel, who had just finished putting on her full uniform, gaped again at the scene. Delilah Socheron... The Star Witch... SSS-Rank Awakener... The world’s strongest Hunter... and even a woman like that ended up as... as such a shameless slut? Kneeling, sucking her own stepson’s cock with such enthusiasm?

Isabel shuddered. If the Star Witch could become like that before Adam, what about her? What would happen to her later?

The fear that had slightly subsided now returned in full force. She had no hope. No one would save her. Even the strongest had fallen.

I checked the timer in my peripheral vision: [01:15...]

Just over a minute left. And Delilah, though skilled, was still struggling to take my full length. She had reached her limit.

"That’s enough, Mom," I said softly. "I’ll help you."

My hand grabbed Delilah’s head, gripping her fine blonde hair. Then, with controlled strength, I began to move her head up and down, fucking her mouth with a fast, deep rhythm.

"Gghhkk! Mmph! Mmm!" Gagging and muffled moans escaped Delilah, but the expression on her face wasn’t suffering. It was ecstasy.

Her golden eyes were shut, her cheeks flushed, tears of pleasure streamed from the corners of her eyes. She was enjoying this—being face-fucked by her own stepson, treated roughly, used as an object for his pleasure.

The wet, sloppy sounds of my cock filling her mouth were loud and filthy. Each time my pelvis slapped against her delicate chin, she let out a stifled groan.

"I’m almost there, Mom," I groaned, feeling the pressure build again.

Then, with one final deep thrust, I stiffened, my back arched, and I released my third load—this time into Delilah’s mouth.

"AAAAH! HERE’S YOUR REWARD!"

The surge was torrential, filling her already-packed mouth. Delilah shuddered violently, her eyes rolling back, but she didn’t pull away. She stayed there, swallowing, swallowing, swallowing, until nothing was left.

When it was over, she slowly pulled back, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She sat on the floor, breathing heavily, face flushed, lips swollen and glistening wet with a mix of saliva and semen. But she was smiling. A satisfied, happy smile, like a child who had just received the best gift.

"Thank you, darling," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Mommy enjoyed that very much."

"Return to your place, Mom," I said, helping her up. "And act normal as you were before."

Delilah nodded, then with slightly unsteady yet still graceful steps, she walked back to her original position in the VIP stand. She sat down, smoothed her dress, and her face, which had been full of lust moments ago, now returned to the cold, dignified expression of the Star Witch. As if nothing had happened.

I myself walked back to my original position beside Yukie. I straightened my uniform, making sure nothing looked out of place.

Then, I turned to Isabel, who still stood in her spot, face pale, body trembling slightly.

"Remember my threat, Isabel. Don’t you dare try to run. Or you know what will happen."

Hearing that threat, Isabel fell silent, only giving a slow nod. She didn’t have the courage to argue.

The timer in my peripheral vision: [00:03... 00:02... 00:01...]

And then:

[Time Stop Has Ended]