Chapter 34.5 — "A Corpo's Gratitude" (Side Story)
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Sandra Dorsett's Penthouse — Corpo Plaza
The door whispered shut behind Alaric.
Sandra faced him with a smile that wasn't Corpo-polished — this one was sharp, hungry.
"You came," she said softly, stepping closer.
"I wasn't sure you would."
Alaric gave her a slow once-over, eyes trailing the curve of her hips beneath the silk slip dress.
"You asked. I answer." His voice low, calm.
"Seems fair, after I pulled you out of that scav hellhole."
Sandra's laugh held a sultry edge.
"Fair?"
She leaned in, breath brushing his jaw.
"No. This is… interest."
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They didn't waste words.
Minutes later, Sandra was on the edge of her king-sized bed — legs spread wide, trembling as Alaric's hands clamped around her thighs.
He pushed in slow — the thick, heavy length of his cock forcing her open inch by inch, dragging a strangled moan from deep in her throat.
"Fuck… Alaric…" she gasped, eyes rolling back.
Her walls stretched tight, gripping him like her body couldn't decide whether to take him or break around him.
By the time he bottomed out — buried to the hilt — Sandra was clawing at the sheets, knuckles white.
"Shit…" she whimpered. "You're… fucking huge…"
Alaric leaned forward, his cock grinding against her deepest spot, voice a growl at her ear.
"Not even close."
He drew back slow — watching her slick folds cling to every thick inch — then slammed forward, hips snapping with a brutal, wet slap.
Sandra screamed.
Her back arched off the bed, legs locking around his waist as he fucked her with hard, punishing strokes — each thrust stealing the breath from her lungs.
"F-fuck…" she sobbed, body shuddering. "I… I can't—"
Alaric grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as he drove into her — raw, relentless, the thick crown of his cock battering her open again and again.
"You'll take it," he snarled against her lips. "You'll take every inch till you scream."
Her moans broke into gasps — into raw cries as her orgasm tore through her, pulsing hard around his cock as he pounded her through it.
But Alaric didn't stop.
He slammed into her like a machine — thick cock pistoning deep, stretching her wide until she was nothing but sweat, moans, and the sound of skin on skin.
Sandra's legs gave out — trembling, useless — her voice hoarse from screaming his name.
And still, he fucked her like he owned her.
When he finally came — deep inside her, cock twitching as he filled her with thick, hot release — Sandra's body shook violently against him.
She lay there wrecked, panting, eyes half-lidded, whispering like a woman ruined.
"No one's ever… no one's ever fucked me like that…"
Alaric smirked — pulling out slow, watching his cum drip from her swollen, spent pussy.
"Now you know."
By the time they were done, Sandra lay sprawled across silk sheets, skin flushed, lips parted — the look of a woman who'd been thoroughly undone.
She watched him dress from under half-lidded eyes.
"You're… full of surprises, Alaric."
He slid on his jacket, glancing back at her.
"Plenty more where that came from."
Sandra gave a soft, throaty chuckle.
"Maybe next time… I'll be ready for all of them."
Alaric gave her a look — a quiet, knowing smirk — before heading for the door.
As he stepped into the hall, her voice followed:
"Don't make me chase you down again… but if I have to?"
She let the words hang in the air.
Alaric didn't look back.
"Guess we'll see, Sandra."
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[System Notification — Sandra Dorsett: Special Encounter Logged | Potential for Repeat Available]