Chapter 769 - Taking the Mare to Stable for Breeding More
He drove deeper. Six inches. Eight. The cervix, the tight ring, was there. The head, pressing against it, was there. The divine qi, flowing through his cock, through her walls, through her meridians, was overwhelming.
She screamed. Her mouth, open, her tongue extended, her eyes rolling beneath the bandage. Her hands, on his shoulders, gripped. Her nails, digging into his golden skin, left marks.
"IT HURTS!" she screamed. "PLEASE! STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"
He kissed her. His mouth, his lips, found hers. The kiss, hard, silencing, swallowed her scream. Her mouth, her coral lips, her tongue, were taken. The taste, the divine qi, the masculine flavor, filled her senses.
He fucked her. In the water. The lake, the cool water, splashed around them. His hips, driving, moved. In and out. The rhythm, the pace, was building.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"Mmmfh! Mmmfh! AAANGH~!!"
Her screams, muffled by the kiss, were there. Her body, the thick frame, was rocked. Her dress, the dark fabric, soaked and heavy, clung to her. Her enormous boobs, in the bodice, heaved.
He pulled from the kiss. His mouth found her ear.
"I am cleaning you," he whispered. His voice was low. The words, the absurd, transparent, obscene justification, were there.
She trembled. Her mouth, free, gasped.
"You are..." she whispered. Her voice was broken. "You are not cleaning. This is... this is..."
"This is what a dirty woman gets," he said. His voice was soft. "You pissed in front of me. You showed me your cunt. You are vulgar."
The words, the accusation, the dirty, shameful, humiliating accusation, hit her. The shame, the deep, burning, moral shame of a woman who had been told she was vulgar, who had been told she was dirty, was there.
"I am not," she whispered. Her voice cracked. "I am not vulgar. I am... I am a married woman. I am a mother. I..."
"You are a whore," he said. His voice was calm. "A dirty woman who pisses in front of a god."
The words, the degrading, filthy, degrading words, were there. She trembled. Her body, the thick frame, shook. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the stretched, swollen, fucked cunt, clenched.
"I am not a whore," she whispered. Her voice was shaking. Tears, beneath the bandage, fell. "I am not. Please. Please stop calling me that."
"You shouldn’t have pissed like that," he said. His voice was reasonable. The tone of a man assigning blame.
"I am sorry," she whispered. The apology, the automatic, conditioned, shamed apology of a woman who had been made to feel guilty for her own body, was there. "I am sorry. I should not have... please. Forgive me."
He slapped her ass. His hand, large and pale, the palm flat, came down. The thick cheek, the heavy, wet flesh, was hit. The sound, the sharp, meaty slap of flesh on flesh, echoed across the lake.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
"You are a dirty woman," he said. His voice was calm. The label, the designation, was reinforced.
"I am sorry," she whispered. The apology, the broken, shamed apology, was there.
He fucked her harder. The rhythm, the pace, increased. His hips, driving, blurred. The water, splashing, the wet, obscene sounds of fucking, filled the lake.
Pah pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He removed her clothes. His hands, tearing, the wet fabric, the soaked dress, ripped. The bodice, the torn cloth, fell. Her enormous boobs, the heavy, mature, maternal mounds, were bare. The dark nipples, large and stiff, were there.
He sucked. His mouth, on her nipple, took the dark nub. He sucked. The milk, the maternal fluid, the warm, sweet milk of a woman whose body still produced, flowed. He drank. His other hand, on her other boob, kneaded. The enormous mound, the soft flesh, was groped. The dark nipple, between his fingers, was pinched.
"Ah!" she cried. The sensation, the mouth on her breast, the milk flowing, the divine qi, was overwhelming. "My... my milk... please... do not... I am a mother... my milk is for..."
"Your milk is for me," he said. His voice, muffled by the breast, was absolute.
He bit. His teeth, on her nipple, pressed. The dark nub, the stiff peak, was crushed. She screamed. The pain, the sharp, electric pain of a nipple being bitten, mixed with the pleasure, the divine qi, the stimulation.
He fucked her up and down. His hands, on her hips, lifted her. Her body, the thick frame, was raised and lowered. The cock, inside her, moved. The walls, the tight, stretched walls, gripped. The friction, the heat, the divine qi, was there.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
"OUNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
He turned her. Doggy position. In the water. Her hands, on the lake bed, the smooth stones, held. Her ass, the thick, heavy, round cheeks, raised. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, dripping cunt, was presented. His cock, from behind, drove in. The angle, the depth, was different. The head, pressing against her front wall, against her G-spot, was a new sensation.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!!"
He lifted her. In the air. His hands, on her hips, raised her. Her back, against his chest. His arms, around her waist. His cock, driving upward, was inside her. His hands, one on her boobs, one on her clit. The double, triple stimulation — the cock inside, the hand on her boob, the fingers on her clit — was overwhelming.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!!"
She orgasmed. Again. And again. The divine qi, the cock, the fingers, the overwhelming, all-consuming, reality-replacing pleasure, hit. Her pussy, the hairy cunt, the stretched walls, convulsed. The fluid, the squirt, the thin, clear stream, arced. The piss, the involuntary, shameless, forced urination from a body whose control had been fucked away, came. The yellow fluid, mixing with the lake water, was there.
She pissed herself. While being fucked. While orgasming. The loss of control, the complete, total, humiliating loss of bodily function, was there.
"You pissed again," he said. His voice was calm. The observation, the accusation, was there.
"I am sorry," she whispered. Her voice was broken. "I cannot... I cannot control... please..."
"You are a dirty woman," he said. The label, reinforced.
"I am sorry," she whispered. "I am a dirty woman. I am sorry. Please. Forgive me."
The cycle, the endless, self-reinforcing cycle of degradation, orgasm, urination, and apology, continued.
He fucked her in the missionary position. In the water. Her back, on the shallow lake bed. Her legs, wrapped around his waist. His cock, driving, was inside her. His mouth, on her boobs, sucking, biting. His hands, on her ass, gripping, spreading.
Pah pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He slammed. The final, deepest, hardest thrust. His cock, twelve inches, buried to the root. The head, the broad surface, through her cervix, into her womb. The cum, the divine seed, pressurized, molten, erupted.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
"AAAAAANGH~!!!"
The cum, hot and thick, filled her womb. The divine qi, flowing through his cum, through her walls, through her meridians, through her dantian, was absorbed. Her body, the thick frame, convulsed. The orgasm, the simultaneous, overwhelming, divine orgasm, hit. Her pussy, the hairy cunt, clenched. The milking, the squeezing, the desperate, involuntary clenching, was there.
He kissed her. His mouth, on hers. The kiss, deep, possessive, swallowed her scream.
She trembled. Her body, in his arms, shook. The afterglow, the divine qi, the cum, the warmth, was there.
"Let’s go to your bedroom," he said. His voice was soft. The instruction, the command, was there.
She trembled. Her body, limp, was in his arms.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice was broken. "Please remove me. Please. I cannot... I cannot take more. Please."