Chapter 335- Cruxius being a Playboy
He thrust deeper.
Three inches. Four. The shaft dragging across her tongue, the taste of her own ruined cunt and his cum flooding her senses.
"I’m not better than those men," he said.
He pulled back. Then drove forward.
PAH—
Five inches. Six. Hitting her throat.
"HNNNGH—MMPH—"
Her eyes went wide. Her throat bulged around the girth, the skin of her neck stretching visibly around the intrusion. Her hands came up, pressing against his thighs, her fingers white.
"I’m worse," he said.
He began to fuck her mouth.
Not gentle. Not slow. The full, mechanical rhythm of a man using a hole to make a point. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock down her throat, her nose pressing against his lower abs, her lips stretched around the base.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
"MNNGH—HNNGH—GHHHK—"
The gagging sounds were loud. Wet. Obscene. Her throat convulsed around him with each thrust, the muscles clenching and fluttering in a desperate attempt to swallow or breathe or do anything except be fucked. Her enormous tits bounced against the marble rim from the force of his thrusts, the dark nipples dragging across the stone.
Across the tub, the daughter watched.
Her small body trembling, her dark eyes fixed on her mother’s face—on the way her mother’s throat bulged, on the way her eyes rolled upward, on the way her hands beat weakly against the man’s thighs.
"What—" the girl whispered. Her voice cracked. "What is he doing?"
She turned to the succubus.
The demon sat beside her in the water, her enormous tits floating, her golden eyes warm and knowing. She smiled.
"He’s cleaning her mouth," the succubus said.
Her voice was low. Intimate. Vulgar. She leaned toward the girl’s ear, her blonde hair falling around them both.
"You see?" The succubus gestured at Cruxius’s cock—milky white, thick, veined, glistening with spit and cum. "His cock is clean. Milky white. Not like those black, dirty cocks from those trash men. Right? He’s just trying to erase the marks of those dirty cocks from her mother’s mouth. Scrubbing her clean from the inside."
The girl trembled.
Her eyes moved from the succubus’s face back to the cock fucking her mother. The succubus’s words landed in her chest with a heat that spread downward—between her legs, where her virgin pussy still throbbed.
"He’s—" the girl gasped. "He’s cleaning her?"
"With his seed," the succubus whispered. Her hand found the girl’s thigh under the water. "The best soap there is. He’s going to fill her throat with his cum until she forgets the taste of those bastards. Until all she can taste is him. All she can smell is him. All she can think about is his clean, thick, white cock."
The girl’s hand moved.
Without her deciding it, her fingers found her own hairy pussy under the water. She pressed. Rubbed. The heat of the succubus’s words, the image of her mother’s throat being scrubbed by that beautiful, thick shaft, the contrast between the dirty men and this clean, handsome savior—
She orgasmed.
"AANGH—HNN—AAH~~!!"
The second orgasm hit her harder than the first. Her small body arched backward, her budding tits pointing upward, her virgin cunt pulsing against her own fingers. The water rippled around her in frantic waves.
She went limp.
Her head falling back against the tub edge, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed, her body floating in the aftermath.
The succubus moved.
She lifted the girl—small, light, trembling—and carried her through the water. Set her down beside her mother, where Cruxius was still fucking the mother’s throat with mechanical, merciless rhythm.
The daughter saw her mother up close.
The face she had known for eighteen years was demolished. The lips stretched around the white shaft, the throat bulging with each thrust, the eyes rolled back, tears streaming down the cheeks and mixing with the spit that poured from the corners of her mouth. Her nose was pressed flat against his abs, his pubic hair grinding against her face.
"Mother—" the girl whispered.
Cruxius looked at her.
His cock still buried to the root in the mother’s throat. His dark eyes found the girl’s face—flushed, crimson, trembling, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of terror and something else that she couldn’t name.
"Do you want to kiss me?" he asked.
His voice was calm. Direct. As if he wasn’t currently balls-deep in her mother’s esophagus.
The girl trembled.
"No," she said. Her voice was small. "I don’t. I just—Mother—don’t be—"
He pulled out of the mother’s mouth.
The withdrawal was wet, dragging, the string of saliva and cum connecting his cockhead to her lower lip. The mother gasped, her chest heaving, her throat working to swallow the accumulated spit.
He reached for the girl.
One hand in her dark wet hair. He pulled her toward him.
"No—" she started.
He kissed her.
His mouth closed over hers, his tongue pushing immediately past her lips, his hand in her hair holding her still. His other hand found her ass under the water—small, tight, virgin—and squeezed.
"MMPH—"
She cried out against his mouth.
The sound was muffled, broken, carrying the shock of her first real kiss being stolen while her mother knelt gasping beside her.
The mother saw it.
Her eyes, still streaming, still half-rolled, found her daughter’s face being consumed by the same man who was destroying her throat. Her jaw tightened.
"Leave—" she gasped, her voice ruined. "Leave my daughter—"
Cruxius pushed his cock back into her mouth.
Mid-sentence. He drove forward, silencing her protest with nine inches of shaft, her throat immediately bulging again, her words dying in a gurgled "MNNGH—"
He held her there.
And kept kissing the daughter.
His mouth working against the girl’s lips while his cock worked her mother’s throat, the two of them attended by the same tongue, the same hands. His fingers dug into the girl’s ass cheek, pulling her against him, her small belly pressing against his hip.
The succubus and Soha moved behind him.
The demon’s enormous tits pressed against his back, her golden nipples dragging across his shoulder blades, her tail wrapping around his waist. Soha pressed against his side, her pregnant belly rubbing against his ribs, her dark nipples brushing his arm. Both women began to massage him—hands moving over his chest, his shoulders, his back, their bodies a warm, wet wall of flesh behind him.
"Hnn—" the mother gagged around his shaft.
Her throat tightened. The muscles of her esophagus clenched around him in a desperate, rhythmic milking, her body trying to expel the intrusion and only succeeding at making him groan into the daughter’s mouth.
He thrust harder into the mother’s throat.
PAH—PAH—
The rhythm of the mouth-fuck matched the rhythm of the kiss. The girl’s small whimpers mixing with the mother’s wet gagging. The water splashing around them.
"MNNGH—GHHHK—HNNNGH—"
The mother’s nose was running. Not just mucus—his pre-cum, leaking from her overwhelmed throat, running out of her nostrils in thin white trails, mixing with her tears and dripping into the bath.
He was going to cum.
The girl felt it in the way his kiss changed—deeper, more urgent, his hand on her ass tightening. The succubus felt it in the way his back muscles tensed, his tail wrapped around her own. Soha felt it in the way his hip pressed harder against her pregnant belly.
He came in the mother’s throat.
The first pulse was deep. The second was violent. The third seemed endless. Thick, hot, endless ropes of cum pumping directly into her stomach, bypassing her mouth entirely, flooding her esophagus with the warm, heavy load. Her throat bulged with each pulse, her eyes rolled completely back, her hands beating against his thighs in a weak, rhythmic panic.
"GHNN—MMPH—HNNNGH—"