Chapter 328- I want to Sleep
Midnight found the bed too small.
The frame creaked beneath three bodies — the wooden slats beneath the mattress taking the weight of a pregnant woman bouncing, a demon spread, and a man lying flat on his back receiving both of them.
The lamplight had burned low, leaving the room in warm amber half-dark where the only clear things were the pale mass of the succubus’s left tit in his mouth and the dark round of Soha’s belly rising above him.
He was sucking.
Hard. The full wet pull of his cheeks around the elongated pink nipple of the succubus’s enormous breast, his tongue pressing the stiff tip against the roof of his mouth, drawing milk-that-wasn’t-milk from the demon flesh. The succubus was on her side beside him, her golden wing draped over the pillow, her tail coiled around his ankle, her enormous right boob resting heavy against his ribs.
Soha was on top.
Her naked pregnant body straddling his hips, her dark hair falling around her face in tangled damp strands, her pregnant belly a full round dome between them catching the lamplight. His cock was inside her — nine inches buried in the tight, wet clutch of her pregnant pussy, the walls of her still swollen from the earlier fucking and gripping him with renewed desperation.
"Oh—" Her voice came out cracked. "Oh it hurts—"
She bounced.
Her hips rising and falling in a broken rhythm, her hands pressed flat against her own belly, the fingers white against the stretched skin. Each downward drop sent his cock driving deeper into her cunt, the fat head pressing against the top wall of her with a force that made her thighs shake.
"You’re too deep—" She cried it. Her face turned sideways, tears tracking down from her dark eyes, her mouth open and wet. "You — hnn — you bastard—"
PAH—
Her ass slapped against his thighs on the downstroke.
The sound of it wet and sharp, her puffy pussy lips dragging around his shaft on the withdrawal, the slick making every impact louder. Her pregnant belly bounced from the motion — the dome of it jiggling with each drop, the tight skin rippling from the transferred force.
He didn’t stop sucking.
His mouth stayed latched on the succubus’s enormous pale tit, his teeth grazing the elongated nipple, his eyes closed in the dark. The succubus’s hand was in his hair, pressing him harder into her breast, her golden eyes half-lidded and warm, her lips parted in a continuous low moan.
"Mmmhhnn — ahh — yes — suck them—"
Soha saw his eyes closed.
She saw his face buried in the demon’s tits. She saw his hands — one on the succubus’s hip, the other full of the enormous pale breast he wasn’t sucking. She saw him giving the demon the attention that had been hers in the bathtub, the focus that had broken her voice.
Her jaw tightened.
"Look at me—" She gasped it. "Look at me, you — hnn — look at me—"
He didn’t.
His tongue swirled around the succubus’s nipple, drawing a long, wet pull that made the demon’s back arch, her wing fluttering against the pillow.
Soha’s hands pressed harder on her belly.
"Fine—" Her voice cracked. "Fine—"
She bounced harder.
PAH— PAH—
The rhythm changed. No longer the broken, careful movement of a woman who was sore. Now the hard, angry slam of a woman who had decided that if his eyes were closed, his cock would at least feel her. Her hips rose higher on each stroke, her thighs burning with the effort, her pregnant belly bouncing wild and unrestrained above him.
"Hnngh — AANGH — HAAH—"
The succubus opened her eyes.
Looked at Soha’s face. Looked at the tears. Looked at the angry bounce.
She smiled.
Small. Warm. The smile of a demon who recognized competition and found it nourishing.
"He’s mine now," she whispered.
Not to Soha. To herself. Her tail tightening around his ankle.
Soha heard it.
She didn’t know what the succubus said. She heard the tone. The possession in it. The warmth.
Her hips slammed down.
PAH—
"HAAANGH—"
The highest bounce yet.
She rose too far.
His cock — slick with the full flood of her pregnant pussy, coated in the thick remnants of her earlier orgasms and his pre-cum — slid out on the upward pull. The swollen head dragged free from the tight grip of her entrance, caught for one wet second against her puffy outer lips, and then slipped.
Backward.
Through the soaked cleft of her ass crack, the shaft sliding along the smooth dark skin between her cheeks, the head wet and blunt and sliding downward by gravity and the angle of her hips.
It found her anal.
The tight, untouched pink pucker — the one he had threatened with hooks and tiptoe pinches but hadn’t taken — received the swollen crimson head in the same instant her hips began to drop.
The head popped through.
"HAAAAAAIYAANGH~~!!"
The scream tore out of her.
Not the cracked moans of the bathroom. Not the bitten cries of the table. A full, raw, wall-hitting scream of pure pain and shock, her spine snapping into an arch so violent her shoulders left his chest, her head snapping back, her mouth wide open and streaming sound.
Her pregnant belly jolted.
The full dome of it bouncing upward from the arch, the tight skin of the pregnancy shaking from the force of her body’s seizure, the baby inside shifting with the sudden movement.
Her boobs swung.
Both of them — the heavy, dark-nippled masses swinging outward from the arch, the dark nipples pointing at the ceiling, and then the milk came.
Not a drip. Not a leak.
Jets.
Two thick white streams shooting from both nipples simultaneously, the force of her scream and the arch of her back compressing the breast tissue and firing the milk in twin arcs that hit the succubus’s golden wing and the wall behind the bed, spraying warm and thin across the sheets.
"HAAAANGH — AAANGH — HAAHIIEENGH~~!!"
He bit.
The shock of her anal clamping around his cockhead — the impossible, vise-like grip of a virgin anal receiving a nine-inch head without preparation — sent a jolt through his body that his mouth answered without his brain. His teeth closed hard on the succubus’s elongated nipple.
"HYAAAK~!!"
The succubus screamed.
Her hand flying to her breast, her back arching off the pillow, her golden eyes snapping wide open, her tail lashing against his ankle with the chaotic strike of a demon in sudden pain.
Her pussy gushed.
The demonic arousal and pain response flooding her cunt in a hot, clear rush that soaked the bed beneath her, her inner walls clenching on nothing, her juices pouring out in a continuous stream that pooled warm against his thigh.
"HNNGH — YOU — BITING—"
He didn’t release her nipple.
His body was overloaded — the anal grip on his cockhead tighter than anything he’d been inside, Soha’s scream vibrating through the mattress, the milk still spraying from her tits in intermittent jets, the succubus’s pussy flooding his thigh.
He groaned.
The sound came from deep in his chest, vibrating against the succubus’s bitten nipple, making her cry out again and push her breast harder into his mouth despite the pain.
Soha’s anal was clenching.
Rhythmic, involuntary, the tight ring of muscle spasming around his head in rapid, desperate flutters that milked his shaft with the impossible grip of a body that had not chosen to receive him there.
He was going to cum.
He felt it building — not the gradual rise, but the immediate, unstoppable crest of a man who had been fucked and sucked and drained and was now receiving a stimulus too far past his limit.
"Shit—" He pulled back from the succubus’s nipple, the elongated tip red and wet from his teeth, a thin line of saliva connecting his lips to her breast. "What the hell you just did—"
Soha was still screaming.
Her body locked in the arch, her hands pressed white-knuckled against her own belly, her anal gripping him in the continuous, milking rhythm of a pain that had bypassed her control entirely.
He thrust.
Once. Upward. His hips bucking off the bed from pure reflex, his cock driving deeper into the impossibly tight heat of her anal — two inches, three, the walls dragging against his shaft with a friction that felt like it should tear skin.
"HAAAIYAANGH — AAANGH — STOP — STOP — IT’S—"
He came.
The thick, heavy load pumping directly into her anal, his balls pulling tight against his body, his cock pulsing in long, deep surges that filled the tight space with warmth. Each pulse sent a jolt through his spine, his hands flying to Soha’s hips and gripping hard, his fingers digging into the flesh of her wide pregnant hips as he held her down on the spurting length of him.
"HNNGH — FUCK — HAAH—"
The succubus watched.
Her hand still on her bitten nipple, her golden eyes wide, her pussy still leaking onto the bed, her tail wrapped loose around his ankle as she stared at the junction of them — at his cock buried in Soha’s anal, at the thick white cum already running from the stretched ring around his shaft and dripping onto his thighs.
Soha collapsed.
Her body falling forward from the arch, her pregnant belly landing heavy against his chest, her boobs — still leaking milk in thin, slow streams — pressing against his face and the succubus’s breast simultaneously. Her face fell into the hollow of his neck, her mouth open and wet against his collarbone, her tears and saliva mixing on his skin.
"Hnn — hh — hhh—"
Her breathing was broken. Shallow. Her anal still clenching around his spent cock in the involuntary aftershocks of the pain, each flutter sending a small jolt through his oversensitive shaft.
The succubus shifted.
Her hand leaving her nipple and moving to Soha’s back — pressing flat against the damp skin there, feeling the trembling that ran through the pregnant woman’s entire frame.
"You," the succubus said.
Her voice was flat. Not angry. Flat with the particular flatness of a demon who had been planning to have that anal herself and had just watched it taken by accident.
"Are a mess."
Soha made a sound against his neck.
Not a word. The muffled, wet sound of a woman who had a nine-inch cock in her anal and a belly full of pregnancy and a chest still leaking milk and had run out of every available register for response.
He looked down at the top of her head.
His cock still buried in her, his cum still pumping in the last weak pulses, the tight grip of her making every small movement significant.
He looked at the succubus.
She looked back at him.
Her bitten nipple still red and swollen. Her pussy still wet. Her wing still draped over the pillow.
He took a breath.
"Haah.... I want to sleep."