Chapter 590- Gotten Another Harem Cunt
He came again.
The seed flooded her womb, mixing with the previous loads. Her belly rounded further. The dome of her lower abdomen was visible in the moonlight beneath her enormous tits. He kept fucking through the orgasm. The wet sounds of seed and arousal filled the space beneath the willow branches.
"TIAAAANNGHH~!! THERE IS TOO MUCH~!! I WILL BURST~!!"
"You will not burst," he said.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her side.
The spoon position in the grass. Her back against his chest. His cock pressed into her anal from behind. Her thick ass clapped back against his pelvis as he drove in. One hand on her enormous tit. The other on her hip.
"AAANGHH~!! AGAIN~!! THAT HOLE AGAIN~!! HNNGH~!!"
"Every hole," he said.
"EVERY HOLE~!! OUNGH~!!"
PAH PAH PAAH! PAAAH!
He fucked her anal until she came again. The deep, rolling orgasm from her bowels made her pussy spurt clear fluid onto the grass in front of her. Then he pulled out and pushed her onto her hands and knees.
"Ride me," he said.
He lay on his back in the grass. His cock stood straight up, thick and dark and gleaming. She crawled over him. Her enormous tits hung down. Her thick thighs were on either side of his hips.
She positioned herself.
The cockhead pressed against her pussy. She sank down.
"HNNGH~!!" Her head fell back.
The full weight of her thick body drove the cock to the base in one motion. Her belly domed. Her tits swayed. She placed her hands on his chest for balance and began to move.
PAH! PAH!
"AAANGHH~!! I AM BOUNCING~!! TIAAAANNGHH~!! MY TITS ARE — HIEKK~!! — THEY ARE HANGING AND SLAPPING TOGETHER~!!"
He grabbed them.
Both enormous mounds. His large hands sank into the soft flesh. He kneaded and pulled. He used them as handles to drive her harder onto his cock.
"FASTER," he said.
"AAANGHH~!!"
She bounced.
Her thick hips rose and fell. Her pussy gripped and released. The wet sounds were loud in the night. Her hair flew. Her tits slapped against each other and his hands. Her belly showed the cock bulge with each downward drop.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
He came inside her.
Another thick load, adding to the reservoir in her womb. Her belly rounded further. She kept bouncing through it, milking him. Her pussy clenched in rolling pulses that squeezed every drop from his shaft.
"TIAAAANNGHH~!! I CAN FEEL IT PUMPING~!! I CAN FEEL EVERY PULSE~!!"
He lifted her off.
She was limp, gasping, her body covered in sweat and grass and seed. He turned her again, face-down in the earth, and entered her pussy from behind one more time.
The night wore on.
He took her against the tree again. Against the pond edge. In the shallow water. On the grass in every position her thick body could be folded into. He filled her womb three more times. He filled her anal twice. Her pussy gaped and clenched and gaped again. Her dark-haired lips were swollen beyond recognition. Her tits were marked with his teeth and his grip.
She stopped counting orgasms.
She stopped counting the loads he deposited inside her. Her body became a vessel for his seed. A warm, wet, continuous home for his cock. She wept into the grass and the bark and his shoulder with the overwhelmed, grateful tears of a woman who had been empty her whole life and was now, finally, full.
The morning came.
The first rays of the sun touched the eastern mountain face. They filtered through the willow branches in long, golden strips. They fell across her body where she lay sprawled over him in the grass.
Her milky white skin was marked everywhere.
Red patches from his hands on her hips. Bite marks on her neck, her shoulders, the heavy upper curves of her enormous tits. Her nipples were dark and swollen, stiff even in the warm morning air. Her thick thighs were spread. Her pussy leaked a continuous stream of white seed onto his thigh. Her belly was slightly rounded — the visible fullness of a womb that had received more divine seed than it could fully absorb.
She was limp.
Her head on his chest. Her ear against his heartbeat. Her enormous tits pressed flat against his abdomen. Her breath came in slow, shallow pulls. The breathing of a woman who had been used past exhaustion and had arrived at a place beyond sleep.
He rubbed her back.
His large hand moved in slow, warm circles over the thick, soft curve of her spine. From her neck down to the wide swell of her ass. The motion was gentle. Unhurried. The touch of a man who had finished with the violence of the night and was now conducting the aftermath.
"Meihua," he said.
She stirred.
Her full mouth moved against his chest. It produced a sound that was not a word. "Mmgh~"
"Look at me," he said.
She lifted her head.
Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her face was streaked with dried tears and grass and seed. She looked at him with the dazed, open expression of a woman who had been thoroughly claimed and was still processing the fact that she was alive.
"I want to go away from here," he said.
His voice was low, even, the same register he had used all night. "Only I will fuck you from now on. No other man can touch this cunt. No other cock will enter this womb."
She trembled.
The words landed in her chest with the weight of a vow, a command, a possession that was also a liberation. She felt her pussy clench around nothing at the sound of them. Her ruined, seed-filled cunt produced a warm pulse of arousal despite everything it had endured.
’[Meihua — Internal]’
’He said only him.’
’No other man.’
’I should be afraid. I should think about my husband, my house, my reputation.’
’I am thinking about his cock. I am thinking about the fullness in my womb. I am thinking about the way he looked at me and called me beautiful.’
’I will go with him. I will leave everything. I will become his bitch, his whore, his woman, whatever he calls me, as long as he keeps looking at me like that and keeps filling me like this.’
"Yes," she whispered.
"Say it again," he said.
"Yes," she said, louder.
Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat. Her hand came up to press against his chest, feeling the dense muscle beneath her palm. "Yes, master. Yes, Tianlong. Take me away. I do not want — hnngh~ — I do not want this village. I do not want my husband. I do not want —"
She stopped.
Tears ran down her face again, fresh and warm in the morning light. "I want you," she said. "Only you. Inside me. Always."
He pulled her up.
His hands on her waist lifted her limp body until she straddled him again. Her pussy pressed against his cock where it had hardened once more in the dawn light. He positioned her and sank her down.
"HNNGH~!!" Her head fell back.
The morning sun caught her enormous tits as they swayed. The milky white skin glowed gold. The bite marks were dark against the pale flesh. She began to move, slowly, her thick hips rolling, her pussy gripping him with the wet, exhausted warmth of a body that had been trained through the night and now knew exactly what it was for.
"TIAAAANNGHH~!!" she cried.
The sound echoed across the pond. Across the village edge. Across the morning air. Somewhere in the town, her husband was waking up with a hangover. The old men were stirring in their beds. And Meihua, the thick village wife with the fuckable body, was bouncing on a god’s cock in the morning light. Her eyes were rolled back. Her tongue was out. Her cunt was full. Her heart was finally, completely, his.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
He came one last time.
The seed flooded her womb in the dawn. The warmth of it mixed with all the previous loads. Her belly rounded with the total, grotesque fullness of a woman who had been thoroughly, completely, permanently claimed.
She collapsed over him.
Her face in his neck. Her enormous tits crushed against his chest. Her thick legs were spread and trembling. She wept quietly. The tears of a woman who had found her god in a pond and had decided, with her whole ruined, perfect body, that she would never let him go.
"Yours," she whispered.
"Yes," he said.
His hand continued to rub her back in the morning sun as he said," Let’s Leave then."