Chapter 651 - Punishing the Mommy to Fill Her Womb
Tianlong pulled his cock from Madam Xu’s throat with a wet, prolonged ’schlorp’.
Saliva stretched between his shaft and her lips in thick, glistening strands that snapped and fell across her chin, running down her cheeks, pooling in the hollows of her neck. Her grey eyes were unfocused — glassy, red-rimmed, the pupils dilated so wide the iris had nearly vanished. Her chest heaved. Her enormous tits strained against the torn silk robes, the nipples so hard they tented the fabric in two sharp points.
She gasped. Her first full breath in minutes. The air burned her raw throat.
"Please," she croaked. Her voice was wrecked — hoarse, broken, the sound of a woman whose throat had been used for an hour straight. "Please — I — I apologize — I apologize for my son — for — for striking you — please — let me go —"
Tianlong climbed off her chest. He stood beside the bed, his naked body golden in the afternoon light, his cock — still flaccid, still enormous — hanging between his thighs, wet with her saliva. He looked down at her.
She was still tied. Arms above her head, wrists bound to the headboard with silk strips. Legs spread wide, ankles bound to the bedposts. Her silk robes were torn at the shoulders, the fabric barely covering her enormous tits, the dark nipples visible through the gaps. Her silk panty — white, expensive, now stained with a dark wet patch between her thighs — was the last barrier.
He reached for the robes.
His pale fingers gripped the torn silk at her shoulders and pulled. The fabric — already compromised by her thrashing — tore like paper. The sound was sharp, ripping, the silk shredding in his hands. The pieces fell away, exposing her upper body completely.
Her enormous tits were bare.
They were magnificent in the way of a wealthy, maintained woman — full, heavy, round, the skin pale and smooth, the product of a life spent indoors, shielded from the sun. The nipples were dark — wide, puckered, stiff from the pheromone-saturated air. The areolae were large, the color of dark wine, the surface textured with tiny bumps. The mounds rested heavily on her ribcage, the weight visible, the flesh soft and deep. Between them, the valley of her cleavage was deep enough to lose a finger in.
He gripped the waistband of her silk robes — the skirt portion — and pulled. The fabric slid down her wide hips, past her thick thighs, over her knees, off her ankles. The silk joined the torn remains of her blouse on the floor.
She lay in her silk panty. White. Expensive. Soaked through, the dark patch between her legs spreading, the fabric clinging to her pussy, the outline of her thick lips and dense pubic hair visible through the wet silk.
"No —" she whispered, her grey eyes huge. "Don’t —"
He grabbed the panty. His fingers hooked the waistband. He pulled.
The silk peeled away from her skin — wet, clinging, the fabric releasing her flesh with a soft, sucking sound. Her pussy was revealed.
Her pubic hair was dense. A thick, dark forest of coarse black hair covering her entire mound, spreading down her inner thighs, creeping upward toward her navel. The hair was matted with arousal — the curls pressed flat, glistening, the moisture visible between them. Her pussy lips — thick, full, dark — were visible through the forest, the lips parted, the pink interior glistening. Her clit was swollen — protruding from its hood, hard, the small nub red and desperate.
Her thick thighs were spread wide by the bonds. Her wide hips were tilted upward by the angle of her tied legs. Her pussy was open. Presented. Offered.
"Look at this," Tianlong said. His gold-crimson eyes were fixed on her cunt. "A wealthy wife. Respected. Composed. And her pussy is dripping like a common whore’s."
"It’s — it’s the pheromones —" Madam Xu gasped, her grey eyes wet. "It’s — you’re doing something to me — my body — I can’t control —"
"Your body is honest," he said. "Your mouth lies. Your cunt tells the truth."
He raised his hand.
PAH!
The slap landed on her pussy.
The sound was wet — the flat of his pale palm striking her soaked, hairy cunt, the impact sending a spray of arousal droplets across the silk sheets. Her thick lips were flattened by the blow, the flesh compressing, the clit taking the brunt of the impact.
"AAAH~!!" Madam Xu’s body convulsed. Her tied legs pulled at the silk bonds. Her enormous tits heaved, the dark nipples pointing. Her back arched, her thick body lifting off the mattress. "NO — DON’T — THAT’S —"
PAH! PAH!
Two more slaps. Both on her pussy. Both wet, heavy, the sound echoing through the room. Her cunt lips were swelling — the flesh reddening, the blood rushing to the surface, the lips puffing up, the pink interior darkening.
"STOP — PLEASE — IT HURTS — MY — YOU’RE HITTING MY —"
PAH! PAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
Her thighs were trembling. Her hips were bucking — involuntarily, her body responding to the punishment, her pussy clenching and releasing with each slap, the arousal gushing from between her swollen lips.
"You hit me," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. "You struck a god’s face. Now your pussy pays the price."
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"PLEASE — I APOLOGIZE — I’M SORRY — I SHOULDN’T HAVE — I WAS WRONG — PLEASE STOP HITTING MY —"
He stopped. His hand — wet with her arousal, the fingers glistening — rested on her swollen pussy. He didn’t slap. He pressed. His palm against her cunt, the heat of his skin against her swollen lips, the pressure on her clit.
Then he pinched.
His fingers found her clit — the swollen, red nub — and pinched. Hard. The flesh compressed between his thumb and forefinger, the nerve endings firing, the sensation so intense it transcended pain and pleasure into something that was simply overwhelming.
"AAAIIIIEE~!!" Madam Xu screamed. Her body convulsed. Her enormous tits swung, the dark nipples pointing. Her tied hands clawed at the headboard. Her thick thighs locked, then flew open. "LET GO — LET GO OF MY — YOU’RE — YOU’RE CRUSHING MY —"
He released. Then pinched again. Harder. His fingers sinking into the swollen flesh of her clit, the nub deforming, the nerve endings screaming.
"TRY TO PUSH," he said. "Push me out. Push with your pussy."
She tried. Her cunt clenched — the muscles contracting, the walls squeezing, the effort visible in the way her swollen lips pulled together. She pushed — bearing down, her abdominal muscles flexing, her thick body straining against the bonds.
She couldn’t. The divine qi in his touch — the Horny God Physique’s pheromones — had taken control of her body. Her cunt wouldn’t obey her. The muscles wouldn’t contract on command. The walls were too relaxed, too swollen, too wet.
"I — I can’t —" she gasped, tears streaming down her flushed face. "I can’t push — my body won’t —"
PAH!
Another slap. Her pussy was on fire — the lips swollen, red, the clit throbbing, the arousal pouring from her in a constant stream. Her thighs were soaked. The silk sheets beneath her were soaked. The room smelled of sex and sweat and divine qi.
He positioned himself between her legs. His cock — hardening now, the shaft thickening, the head darkening from crimson to purple — rested against her swollen, hairy pussy. The pale shaft lay along her dark-furred slit, the head pointing toward her navel, the weight of it pressing against her clit.
"I need to give you another child," he said.
Madam Xu’s grey eyes went wide. Her face — flushed, tear-streaked, contorted — went white.
"What?" she whispered. "No — no — NO —"