Chapter 771 - Duo getting their Hole Stuffed by Immortal Dick
The words, the suggestion, the command, were there. Simple. Direct. Absolute.
Both women, mother and daughter, trembled.
"Please," Lady Han whispered. Her voice was broken. "Not... not together. Not in front of... please..."
"On the bed," he said. His voice was calm. The instruction, the order, was there. "Both of you."
~ The Bedroom — Mother and Daughter
They were on the bed.
The blind mother, her thick body naked, her enormous tits heavy, her hairy pussy swollen and leaking cum. Her face, still covered in the white bandage, was flushed. Her hands, in her lap, trembled.
Lady Han, her brown body, her full frame, her bigger-than-average boobs, her hairy pussy, was beside her. Her dark eyes, wet, were on her mother. On the cum, the marks, the evidence of what had been done. Her face, the shame, the guilt, the horror, was there.
He stood before them. Naked. Golden. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the head crimson, the shaft veined, was there.
"Lie down," he said. His voice was calm.
They lay. Side by side. Mother and daughter. Two women, two bodies, two pussies. The identical hair, the identical thickness, the identical shape. The mother, fuller, heavier, more mature. The daughter, younger, slightly less full, but the same bloodline. The same body type.
He climbed onto the bed. His body, golden, muscular, was between them. His hands, large and pale, found both women. One hand on the mother’s boob, one hand on the daughter’s boob. The enormous tit, the heavy, mature mound. The bigger-than-average tit, the younger, firmer mound. Both were groped. Both were kneaded.
He leaned. His mouth found the mother’s nipple. He sucked. The milk, the warm, sweet fluid, flowed. Then he moved. To the daughter’s nipple. He sucked. The milk, less but present — the divine qi had stimulated her body too — flowed. He switched. Back and forth. Mother. Daughter. Mother. Daughter. The nipples, the dark nubs, were sucked. The milk, the maternal fluid, was drunk.
He fucked them. One after another. His cock, in the mother’s pussy. Then in the daughter’s pussy. Then back. The switching, the relentless, continuous switching, was there.
The mother, on her back, her legs spread. His cock, driving. The hairy pussy, the swollen, cum-filled cunt, was impaled.
Pah pah pah pah pah!
"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"
He pulled out. Moved to the daughter. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, well-fucked cunt, was there. He drove in.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
"Please!" the daughter screamed. Her voice was raw. "Please! Be gentle with my mother! She is... she cannot take... please! Fuck me instead! I am younger! I can take more! Please!"
The offer, the daughter’s desperate, self-sacrificing offer to take her mother’s place, to take more of the punishment, was there.
He fucked the daughter harder. The punishment, the response to her offer, was to fuck her more. Not less.
PAAAH! PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
"Please!" the daughter screamed. "Please! Not my mother! I will do anything! I will... I will spread my ass! I will give you my anal! Please! Just... just stop hurting her!"
She spread her ass. Her hands, her brown hands, on her cheeks. The full, round cheeks, were pulled apart. Her anal, the brown ring, the stretched, trained, well-fucked hole, was there. The offering, the desperate, degrading, self-sacrificing offering of a daughter spreading her ass for a god to spare her mother, was there.
He took the offering. His cock, from her pussy, moved. To her anal. The head, the crimson, the slick, cum-covered surface, pressed against the brown ring. He drove in.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
He fucked the daughter’s anal. While the mother, beside them, listened. The sounds, the wet, obscene, flesh-slapping sounds of her daughter being anally fucked, filled the bedroom. The screams, the raw, primal screams of her daughter, were there.
"Mother!" the daughter screamed. Her voice was raw. Desperate. "Mother! I am... I am fine! I am doing this for you! Please... please do not worry!"
The blind mother, beside them, her face, the bandage, the tears, was there. Her hand, reaching, found her daughter’s hand. The grip, the mother-daughter grip, the desperate, holding-on, surviving-together grip, was there.
"Be brave, my daughter," the blind mother whispered. Her musical voice was broken. "Be brave. It will... it will end."
He switched. From the daughter’s anal to the mother’s anal. The mother, her thick ass, her heavy cheeks, was on her hands and knees. Her anal, the stretched, trained, well-fucked sphincter, was there. He drove in.
PAAAH!
"AAANGH~!!"
"Mother!" the daughter screamed. "Please! Not her! Please! I will take it! I will take everything! Please!"
The cycle, the switching, the relentless, continuous switching between mother and daughter, between pussy and anal, between screaming and begging, continued. All night.
The daughter switched between them. Offering herself. Spreading her ass. Spreading her pussy. Taking the cock in her mouth, in her throat, to give her mother a moment’s rest. The mother, taking the cock back, enduring, sacrificing, to give her daughter a moment’s rest. The two women, the mother and the daughter, the two bodies, the two pussies, the two anals, the two mouths, were there. For him. For his cock. For his pleasure.
The night passed. The screams, the moans, the flesh slapping, the wet, obscene, continuous sounds of divine fucking, filled the bedroom. The servants, the maids, the staff, in the hallway, in the other rooms, heard. They did not come. They did not intervene. They bowed their heads. They pretended not to hear.
~ The Morning — The Lord Wakes
The morning came. The light, the dawn, the golden sun through the window, filled the far room.
Lord Han, the patriarch, the healed merchant, opened his eyes. His body, strong, healthy, restored, was there. The years of illness, the paralysis, the poisoning — all of it was gone. He felt strong. He felt young. He felt alive.
He sat up. The bed, the silk sheets, were comfortable. The room, the guest room where he had been moved, was pleasant.
He looked around. The room was empty. No wife. No daughter.
He called. His voice, strong, the voice of a man who had been given his life back, was there.
A maid arrived. Her face, the careful, neutral, trained face of a servant who had heard things in the night, was composed.
"Where is my wife and daughter?" he asked. His voice was concerned. Confused.
The maid, her hands clasped, her head bowed, answered.
"Both of them are quite busy, my Lord," she said. Her voice was neutral.
Lord Han blinked. The concern, the confusion, was there.
"Let them have rest," he said. His voice was warm. Considerate. "They must have been exhausted. Caring for me. Worrying. They need rest."
"Indeed they are," the maid said. Her voice was careful. "Indeed they are."
~ The Mansion — The Pond
The screams roared.
Not from the bedroom. From the pond. The artificial lake in the garden. The water, the clear, spirit-spring-fed water, was there.
Two women were in the water. Two women, naked, their bodies bare, were screaming. The mother and the daughter. Side by side. Aligned. One above the other.
The mother, on the bottom. Her back, the thick, pale skin, on the shallow lake bed. Her legs, spread, were up.
Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, red, raw, well-fucked cunt, was exposed.
Her anal, the stretched, gaping, ruined sphincter, was there.