Chapter 652 - Fucked to the Realisation
"Your son is bad," Tianlong said. His voice was conversational. His cock pressed harder against her pussy, the head sliding between her swollen lips, the heat of it burning through her. "He needs a sibling. A better one. One raised properly. One with a god’s blood."
"PLEASE —" Her voice broke. The tears came harder. Her enormous tits heaved, the dark nipples stiff. "Please — not that — I am a married woman — I have a husband — I cannot — another man’s child — PLEASE —"
"Your husband is weak," Tianlong said. "He raised a weak son. I will raise a strong one. Inside you."
"NO —" She looked toward the door. Toward the stairs. Toward where she knew the elder sat. "ELDER — GREAT-GRANDFATHER — HELP ME — PLEASE — HE’S GOING TO — HE’S GOING TO PUT HIS —"
No one came.
Tianlong grabbed her thick hips. His pale fingers sank into the soft flesh of her waist, the skin deforming under his grip. He positioned his cock — the broad, purple head — against her entrance. Her swollen, hairy pussy lips parted around the crown, the pink interior visible, the arousal running down her ass and pooling on the sheets.
He slammed.
PAAAH!!
Twelve inches. One thrust. The full divine cock drove into her cunt like a battering ram — the broad head stretching her entrance, the thick shaft spreading her walls, the length driving through her cervix and into her womb. Her virgin-tight pussy — her husband was mortal, average, and she had never taken anything close to this size — was split open.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEE~!!!!"
Her scream shattered the silence. It tore through the room, through the floor, through the restaurant below. Her thick body convulsed on the bed — her enormous tits heaving, the dark nipples pointing, her back arching, her tied legs pulling at the silk bonds. Her belly bulged — the outline of his cock visible through her lower abdomen, the skin distending, the shaft creating a ridge from her pussy to her navel.
"NO — NO — TOO DEEP — YOU’RE IN MY WOMB — I CAN FEEL IT — YOU’RE IN MY WOMB — PLEASE — TAKE IT OUT —"
He didn’t.
He pulled back. Nine inches of withdrawal, the shaft pulling her cunt walls with it, the friction burning, the suction audible — a wet, obscene ’schlorp’ that echoed through the room. Her swollen lips gripped the shaft, the flesh pulling outward, the pink interior visible.
He slammed again.
PAAAH!!
"AAANGH~!!!"
He established a rhythm. Brutal. Relentless. His hips hammering against her tied, spread thighs, the pale pelvis crashing into her dark-furred pussy, the wet sounds filling the room.
PAH! PAH! PAAH! PHACCK!
"HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
Her enormous tits swung with each thrust. The heavy mounds bounced against her chest — up, outward, together — the dark nipples tracing wild patterns in the air. The flesh rippled, the weight shifting, the mounds slapping against her ribs and then heaving upward. Her tied hands clawed at the headboard. Her thick body was pinned — spread, stretched, unable to move, unable to escape.
"You’re — you’re tearing me —" she sobbed, the tears streaming down her temples. "My husband — he’s — he’s never — it was never — THIS IS — YOU’RE TOO BIG — PLEASE — SLOW DOWN —"
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"OUNGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
He grabbed her pubic hair. His fingers tangled in the dense, coarse black forest, gripping the curls, pulling. Her pussy was stretched around his shaft, the lips pulled taut, and the hair — matted with arousal, soaked — was yanked with each thrust.
"AAAOW~!!" She screamed — a different scream, higher, sharper. "MY HAIR — YOU’RE PULLING MY — STOP — THAT HURTS —"
He pulled harder. The pubic hair was anchored to her mound, the skin pulling, the flesh stretching. Each yank coincided with a thrust — the dual sensations of her cunt being filled and her pussy hair being pulled creating a symphony of agony and arousal.
PAH! PAH! PAAH!
"HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! HIEKK~!!"
’His cock — it’s inside my womb — I can feel the head pressing against the back wall — every thrust — it goes deeper — and the hair — he’s pulling my hair — my pussy hair — the pain — the pain and the — the pleasure? — is this pleasure? — my body — my body is — my cunt is clenching — gripping his cock — my walls are milking him — I’m — I’m getting wetter — the more he hurts me the wetter I —’
He leaned forward. His mouth found her left tit. The enormous mound was heaving, the dark nipple stiff and raw. He sucked — taking the entire areola into his mouth, his tongue swirling across the bumpy surface, his teeth grazing the nipple. Then he bit.
"AAAANGH~!!"
Her back arched. Her enormous tit was in his mouth, the flesh deforming, the nipple being ground between his teeth. He sucked and bit and licked, all while his cock continued its relentless assault on her cunt.
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He switched to the right tit. Same treatment — suck, bite, lick. The dark nipple was raw and stiff, the areola puckered, the enormous mound deforming in his mouth. Her hands clawed at the headboard. Her tied legs kicked. Her thick body was being fucked and devoured simultaneously.
"PLEASE — PLEASE — I CAN’T — IT’S TOO MUCH — MY PUSSY — MY TITS — EVERYTHING — I CAN’T —"
He released her tit. The dark nipple was wet, red, the tooth marks visible. He straightened. His hands gripped her hips. He fucked harder.
PAH PAH PAH! PAAAH! PHACCK!
"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
’My cultivation — something is — my body — I can feel something — in my lower abdomen — a warmth — a spinning — my meridians — do I have meridians? — I was mortal — but something is — opening — widening — the qi — his qi — it’s flowing through his cock — into my cunt — into my body — my dantian — is that what it’s called? — a dantian is forming — I can feel it — a golden — something — spinning — in my belly — alongside his cock —’
He pulled out. Her cunt gaped — the swollen lips parted, the pink interior visible, the walls trembling. The absence was immediate — the sudden emptiness, the air touching her ruined interior, the sensation of being stretched and then released.
"NO —" The word escaped before she could stop it. Her own voice, betraying her. "Don’t — don’t stop —"
She heard herself. Her grey eyes went wide. Her face flushed crimson.
’I said that — I said don’t stop — my mouth — my mouth is — my body is — I wanted him to keep — to keep —’
Tianlong looked at her. His gold-crimson eyes held a knowing glint.
"Your mouth says stop," he said. "Your cunt says more."
He slammed back in.
PAAAH!!
"AAANGH~!!"
He pulled out. Slammed in. Pulled out. Slammed in. The rhythm was irregular — each thrust a surprise, each withdrawal a relief, each penetration a devastation.
PAH! Out. PAH! In. PAH! Out. PAAAH! In.
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! HIEKK~!!"
"HAAIYAANGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
Her body was being played. Used. Like an instrument. Each thrust a note. Each withdrawal a rest. Each penetration a crescendo. The symphony of flesh and sound and wet, obscene, divine sex.
He untied her.
The silk strips fell from her wrists and ankles. Her arms dropped. Her legs closed — then flew open as he grabbed her hips and flipped her.
Doggy.
She was on her hands and knees. Her enormous tits hung beneath her — the heavy mounds swinging, the dark nipples pointing at the silk sheets, the weight pulling them downward. Her wide ass was raised — the thick cheeks parted, her hairy pussy visible from behind, the swollen lips glistening, the dark entrance gaping and leaking.
He entered from behind.
PAH!
"OUNGH~!!"