Chapter 642- Child is Watching Mommy getting Injection
Suyin froze. Her large brown eyes went wide. Her enormous tits heaved. Her full lips parted.
"What?" she whispered. "Lord, I — what do you mean —"
"As a woman," he said. "Don’t you know? I need you to serve me. On my bed."
Her dark face flushed — a deeper brown, the blush visible even against her dark skin. Her hands gripped the hem of her cotton skirt, twisting the fabric. Her enormous tits trembled.
"Lord — I am — I am ugly," she whispered. Her voice cracked. "I am dark. I am dirty. I am an untouchable. No man has — since my husband died — I am not worthy of —"
Tianlong reached out. His hand found hers. He pulled.
She fell forward, her thick body tumbling onto the bed, her enormous tits smashing against his chest, the heavy mounds deforming against his muscles. His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand gripping the soft flesh of her wide hip. Her face was inches from his — her large brown eyes wide, her full lips trembling, her dark cheeks burning.
"I see you as a very beautiful woman," he said.
Her eyes filled. Her lip trembled. Her thick body softened against him, the tension draining, the resistance fading. Her enormous tits pressed against his chest, the nipples hardening through the cotton.
"Come on, then," he said.
He turned her around. He positioned her on the bed — on her hands and knees, her thick ass facing him, her upper body pressed against the rough wooden planks. Her enormous tits hung beneath her, the heavy mounds swaying, the dark nipples visible through the thin cotton.
He lifted her skirt. The rough cotton rose, exposing her legs — thick, dark, the skin smooth despite the labor, the flesh soft and deep. Her thighs were thick, the inner surfaces rubbing together. Her ass — her thick, wide, heavy ass — was bare beneath the skirt. No panty. She was too poor for undergarments.
Her ass was black. Not just dark — black. The deep, rich black of skin that had never seen the sun, hidden beneath layers of clothing, the flesh smooth and unmarked. The cheeks were enormous — heavy, round, deep, the kind of ass that a man could sink his hands into and never find the bottom. The crack was deep, the cheeks pressing together, the flesh soft and yielding.
Her pussy was visible from behind — dark, the lips thick and full, the skin around them black and smooth. A dense forest of coarse black hair covered her mound, spreading between her thighs, around her anus, up toward the small of her back. The lips were fat and swollen — not from arousal, not yet, but from their natural state. Thick. Full. The kind of pussy that was made for taking cock.
Tianlong looked at her ass. At her pussy. At the dense forest of black hair.
He unzipped his robe. The dark silk slid from his body, pooling on the bed. His muscles gleamed in the lamplight — golden-tinted skin, the defined abdominals, the broad chest. His cock hung between his thighs — flaccid, thick, the shaft resting against his leg, the crimson head partially exposed.
He was milky white. His skin — golden-tinted, divine, glowing — was a stark contrast to her dark body. His cock, even flaccid, was enormous. Nine inches soft. The thickness of a wrist. The veins dark against the pale shaft.
He placed his cock over her thick, black ass. The pale shaft rested on the dark cheeks — the contrast striking, the white cock on the black flesh. He let it rest there. Let her feel the weight. Let her feel the heat.
"Lord —" she whispered, her face pressed against the wooden planks, her large brown eyes wide. "I am — I am dirty. It is a blessing — a blessing to be wanted by you — but I am —"
"You are just that fuckable," he said.
He pulled back. His cock slid down the crack of her ass, between her thighs, the shaft pressing against her pussy. The head — the broad, crimson crown — found her entrance. Her cunt lips — thick, fat, hairy — parted around the crown.
She was wet. Not from arousal — or not only from arousal. She was wet from the Horny God Physique’s pheromones, radiating from his naked body, pressing against her skin, filling her with an heat she hadn’t felt since her husband died. Her thick, black-furred pussy was slick, the juices running down her inner thighs, soaking into the coarse hair.
He grabbed her hips. His pale hands sank into the dark flesh — the soft, thick padding of her waist deforming under his grip. He held her. Positioned her. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
And he slammed.
PHACCK!!
The sound was deafening. The wet, heavy, flesh-on-flesh crack of his pelvis hitting her thick, black ass. The sound echoed through the small hut, through the thin walls, through the night air.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEE~!!!!"
Suyin’s scream was the loudest scream of a woman who, for the first time in three years, had a cock inside her. And not just any cock — twelve inches of divine, pale, thick, veined cock, plunging through her virgin-tight cunt — her husband had been average, mortal, and it had been years — tearing through the tight, unused muscles, splitting the thick lips apart, the shaft driving deep, deep, deeper, until the head hit her cervix.
The cervix broke. The cock pushed through. Into her womb.
Her thick body convulsed on the bed. Her enormous tits swung forward, the heavy mounds smashing against the wooden planks, the dark nipples scraping the rough surface. Her thick ass clapped back against his pelvis, the black flesh rippling, the soft cheeks deforming around his hips. Her legs kicked. Her hands clawed the bed. Her mouth was open — screaming, screaming, the sound raw and primal and devastating.
"AAAANGH~!! AAAANGH~!! AAAANGH~!!"
"Mother?"
The small voice came from the straw mat. The boy — Chen Wei’s younger brother — had woken up. He sat on the mat, rubbing his eyes, looking toward the wooden bed where his mother was bent over, her thick ass raised, the immortal behind her, his pale hands gripping her dark hips.
"Mother — what happened? Are you all right?"
Suyin’s face was a mask of terror and desperate composure. She turned her head toward her son, her large brown eyes wet, her full lips trembling. She forced a smile.
"I’m fine, child," she said. Her voice was shaking. "I’m just — the immortal is helping me. He is — healing me. Go back to sleep."
The boy tilted his head. He looked at the scene — his mother on her hands and knees on the bed, her skirt raised, her thick ass bare, the immortal behind her, his body pressed against hers.
"He is healing you?" the boy asked. "Like he healed me?"
"Yes, child," Suyin said, her voice cracking. "Like he healed you. Go back to sleep."
Tianlong, behind her, pulled back. His cock slid out — nine inches of withdrawal, the thick shaft pulling her cunt walls with it, the friction burning. She gasped, her body jerking, her enormous tits swinging.
He slammed back in.
PAH!
"AAANGH~!!" Suyin’s scream tore through the hut.
"Mother, are you sure —"
"I’m fine!" Suyin cried, her face contorted. "The immortal is — helping — he is — go to sleep, child! Please!"