Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Her body was no longer trembling—it was vibrating with cosmic resonance, humming with unreleased power that threatened to tear reality at the seams.

Zhang Ruoyun didn't just glow anymore. She blazed like a newborn star, her skin shimmering like star-forged silk woven from the essence of creation itself. Veins laced with molten light created intricate patterns across her flesh, streaks of different kind of phoenix aura threading across her neck, between her big peaky breasts, down her juicy thighs in ancient markings that pulsed to the rhythm of her increasingly desperate breath.

Her hair spilled in all directions like liquid shadow caught in cosmic winds, each strand defying gravity as the force building between them distorted space itself. The air around her rippled with heat waves of pure desire and divine energy.

Her peaky breasts rose with each sharp inhale, nipples flushed dark and achingly sensitive, begging for his touch. Her thighs were already slick with anticipation, her entrance glistening wet and swollen under the soft silver-blue glow of the bed forged from their merged essences.

She had never looked more divine—nor more beautifully, perfectly vulnerable.

But she wanted to be broken. Claimed. Destroyed and remade.

Only by him.

Only by the one being in all existence who could take her apart and put her back together stronger.

Parker looked down at her—and the aura surrounding him shifted into something that made lesser gods weep with envy and terror.

He wasn't mortal. Had never been mortal. Not really.

His body had transformed into that final form she'd only glimpsed in forbidden dream-realms: smooth obsidian skin crossed with veins of pure energy that pulsed like living constellations mapping the birth and death of universes. His arms were corded with impossible strength, every muscle defined by streaks of cosmic flame that burned without consuming.

And his cock—thick, magnificently long, veined with divine markings that glowed with chaos-purple luminescence—stood heavy and proud between them, already slick with her arousal from their grinding moments before.

Pre-cum beaded at the tip, shimmering with the same cosmic energy that flowed through his veins.

It wasn't just size, though the scale was intimidating. It was presence. Authority. His shaft pulsed with the same fundamental rhythm as the heartbeat of reality itself. Not just built to fill her—but to claim every fiber of her being through each devastating stroke.

And now it pressed against her entrance, the broad head spreading her lower lips as he leaned forward, positioning himself to take what had always belonged to him.

"Look at me," he growled—not as a command, but as a sacred request that carried the weight of eons.

She obeyed, gasping when their eyes met and locked. In that gaze—she saw all nine of his past lives burning behind his irises like supernovas. The pain he'd endured. The solitude that had nearly broken him. The eternal responsibility that weighed on his shoulders. And now this moment. This choice.

Her.

He pushed in.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

And Zhang Ruoyun shattered apart like glass hitting diamond.

She screamed—not from pain alone, though there was that. From the sheer violation of scale, of depth, of cosmic energy flooding through every nerve ending. Her walls clamped down hard, instinctively trying to reject the divine intrusion, but the pressure only made the sensation more intense, more overwhelming.

Her hands clawed into the starbed beneath her as her body fought and welcomed him simultaneously.

"Oh—fuck—Parker—I can't—you're too—"

He groaned low and primal, jaw clenched tight as he fought not to lose control as her divine heat swallowed him inch by excruciating inch.

Her pussy was impossibly tight. Perfectly tight. The type of tight that could kill a lesser being, that would have torn a mortal apart. Her core fluttered around him, muscles contracting as they tried to accommodate his size, and he pushed deeper despite her body's protests.

Halfway in and she was already convulsing, small orgasms rippling through her as her system overloaded.

Her legs locked around his hips, pulling him deeper even as she gasped from the fullness. Her hips bucked up involuntarily as her breasts bounced with every small movement. She moaned loud and guttural, completely primal, her entire body arching off the bed as her mouth fell open in disbelief at how completely, impossibly full she felt.

He bottomed out, his hips flush against hers.

And she howled like the world was ending.

Not like a goddess maintaining dignity.

Like a woman utterly destroyed by the one soul who was always meant to destroy and remake her.

The pressure of their complete union broke reality around them—actual soundwaves tore across the realm, shattering concepts like glass. Entire pocket-dimensions nearby folded inward from the aftershock of their joining.

Parker began to move.

Each thrust was a cosmic storm. Not fast—not yet. But absolutely devastating. Thick, dragging strokes that pushed every ounce of his divine girth against her hypersensitive walls, stretching her in ways that sent lightning through her nervous system. She writhed beneath him, cried out, gasped his name like a prayer as her hands scrambled over his back, nails glowing with phoenix fire as they dragged across his skin, marking him as hers.

He broke her eons of old hymen and she turned crazy instantly...

"Harder," she choked out between gasps, her voice breaking. "Please—I need—"

He obeyed without hesitation.

His thrusts grew brutal, deep, perfectly angled to strike that sacred spot inside her that made her vision go white. Her breasts bounced wildly with each impact, nipples brushing his chest as he pounded her into the bed with controlled violence. Her moans transformed into desperate cries, phoenix fire erupting under her skin and traveling up his body, trying to burn him in the most exquisite way.

He didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

He grabbed her throat—not to choke, but to anchor her to reality as she threatened to dissolve into pure sensation.

His other hand hooked under her knee, spreading her wider, allowing him to slam deeper, to reach places inside her that had never been touched. Her body convulsed again, a massive climax crashing over her in waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.

But her orgasm didn't end.

It built, layered, multiplied until she was trapped in an endless cycle of release that left her sobbing and begging with her eyes, too far gone for coherent words.

Her hips lifted to meet each thrust, body arching like a sacred offering as obscene, wet sounds filled the space between them—the slick evidence of her arousal coating his shaft, soaking down his thighs, flooding the glowing bed beneath them in testament to their union.

And Parker wasn't even close to finished.

His voice turned feral, possessive. "Mine. You're fucking mine, Ruoyun. Always have been. Always will be!"

She nodded frantically, sobbing with pleasure, coming again around him. "Yes—yours—always yours—fuck, Parker, I can't take much more—"

He leaned forward and kissed her hard, swallowing her broken scream as he finally let himself go, as he stopped holding back the cosmic forces that wanted to pour through him into her.

And when he came—

Power erupted from his core into hers, thick streams of divine essence flooding her womb as his release triggered something fundamental in the fabric of existence.

The pulse of his orgasm was felt across dimensions, rippling outward like the birth cry of a new universe. Her back arched impossibly off the bed, breasts pressing hard into his chest as her final, earth-shattering climax tore her consciousness into scattered starlight.

For a heartbeat that lasted eternity, they became one thing.

Balance and Existence. Phoenix fire and cosmic void. Creation and destruction locked in perfect, devastating harmony.

Zhang Ruoyun collapsed beneath him, body twitching with aftershocks, completely ruined and remade. Her thighs still trembled around his hips as smaller orgasms continued to pulse through her. Her lips parted but no sound emerged—she was beyond words, beyond thought, beyond everything except the feeling of him still buried deep inside her.

Parker didn't pull out.

He stayed where he belonged, panting against her neck, feeling their combined fluids leak around his shaft as their bodies slowly remembered how to exist separately.

Then he whispered into her ear, voice rough with satisfaction and promise—

"This... was only the beginning, beautiful. We have eternity to explore what we can do to each other."

And as consciousness slowly returned to her pleasure-drunk mind, Zhang Ruoyun realized with a mix of anticipation and delicious terror that the Prince of Existence had just claimed her in every way possible.

And she had never been happier to be completely, utterly conquered.

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Can't believe this is just the third woman we've taken! This can't be allowed right?