Chapter 336 - A Suggestion from Experienced
Cum leaked from her nose.
White, thick, pouring from both nostrils in obscene streams, running over her lips and chin, dripping onto her enormous tits. Her throat made wet, gurgling sounds around the shaft as it pumped its load.
He held her there for ten seconds.
Then pulled out.
The withdrawal was slow, wet, dragging. His cock emerged inch by inch, the last drops of cum spilling onto her swollen lower lip. The mother immediately coughed.
"HAAAH—HACK—HAAAH—"
Cum and spit sprayed from her mouth. Her body convulsed, her enormous tits bouncing with each cough, the dark nipples dragging through the mess on her chest. Her eyes were still rolled, still streaming, her throat working to swallow what had been forced into it.
The daughter broke the kiss.
She turned to her mother, her small face crimson, her lips swollen, her voice cracking.
"Mother!" she gasped. "Are you alright?"
The mother couldn’t answer.
She was bent over the rim of the tub, her face hanging over the edge, cum dripping from her nose and mouth in thick strings, her throat still convulsing. Her body was completely wrecked—ass up, tits pressed against the marble, belly heaving.
Cruxius chuckled.
The sound was warm, low, satisfied.
He turned to the daughter.
"Come here," he said.
He pushed her.
Not hard—just enough. His hand on her shoulder, pressing her forward. She stumbled, her small feet slipping on the wet marble. She fell forward.
Her belly landed on her mother’s enormous boob.
The soft, warm mass of her mother’s breast cushioning her fall, her small body draped across the bent-over woman. The position left her ass raised high out of the water, her small, tight, virgin pussy exposed and pointing upward at him.
The mother’s face turned.
She looked at her daughter lying on her own tits, at the small ass in the air, at the hairy virgin cunt visible between the girl’s spread thighs.
"No—" the mother gasped. Her voice was raw, barely human. "It will hurt. She’s—she’s never—"
The daughter trembled.
"What is happening, Mother?" Her voice was high, broken, terrified. "Why am I—what is he—"
The mother reached for her.
Her arms, thick and trembling, wrapped around her daughter’s small body. She pulled the girl against her chest, the small face pressing between her enormous, cum-slicked tits.
"Please," the mother whispered. "Please don’t cry. It’s alright. It’s going to be alright."
She looked at Cruxius.
Her eyes carrying the last fragments of a mother’s defiance, drowned in cum and tears and the knowledge that she had already lost.
He positioned himself.
His cock—still hard, still dripping, nine inches of thick, white, veined meat—pressed against the daughter’s virgin entrance. The puffy lips of her hairy pussy parted slightly under the pressure. He rubbed.
Up and down. The head dragging through the wet, virgin slit, spreading the girl’s own slick, pressing against the tight hymen without breaking it.
"I’m going to take it," he said.
His voice was warm. Almost gentle.
"So no one else can."
The daughter trembled.
Her small body shook against her mother’s chest, her face buried in the warm valley of her mother’s tits. The mother’s hand found her daughter’s back, stroking, trying to shield what could not be shielded.
"Please—" the mother whispered.
"Don’t cry," she said to her daughter.
Cruxius grabbed the girl’s hips.
Both hands. His fingers digging into the small, narrow waist, the bones fragile under his grip. He looked down at the hairy virgin pussy, at the pink, untouched hole, at the hymen stretched thin across the entrance.
He slammed.
PAH—
"HAAAAAAIYAANGH~~!!"
The scream tore from the girl’s throat.
The loudest sound in the room yet—higher, sharper, more raw than anything her mother had produced. The hymen shattered instantly. The nine-inch cock drove through her virgin cunt in one brutal stroke, tearing through the tight, dry resistance, burying itself to the hilt before her body could process the first inch.
"MOTHER—MOTHER—IT HURTS—HAAANGH—"
The daughter’s back arched violently. Her small tits lifted from her mother’s chest, her face snapping upward, her mouth wide open in a continuous scream. Her eyes rolled back, showing white, her tongue hanging out, saliva dripping from her chin.
He didn’t pause.
He pulled back and thrust again.
PAH—PAAAH—
"HAAAANGH—AAANGH—HAAAIYAANGH~~!!"
Blood poured from her virgin cunt.
The bright red stream of her broken hymen mixing with the white foam of his pre-cum and the thick, rapid thrusts. The water around them turned pink, then red, the blood spreading in clouds from between her spread thighs. The white foam formed around his cock—thick, creamy, churning from the violent friction of his shaft against her torn walls.
He fucked her harder.
His hips blurred. The speed inhuman—driven by Kinetic Control, by the stored energy of his abilities, by the demon vitality the succubus had fed him. The sound of flesh slapping flesh became a continuous, wet, obscene percussion.
PAHPAHPAHPAH—
"HAAANGH—OUNGH—HNNNGH—AAANGH—PLEASE—"
The daughter begged.
Her small hands clawed at her mother’s shoulders, her nails digging in, her body bouncing forward with each thrust, her small tits bouncing wildly against her own chest. Her hairy pussy was being destroyed—torn, stretched, bloodied, the tight walls gripping his shaft in a desperate, virgin clench that only made him thrust deeper.
"Mother—" she sobbed. "It hurts—please—make it stop—"
The mother cried.
Her tears ran down her face, mixing with the cum on her chin, dripping onto her daughter’s back. She looked at her daughter’s face—demolished, rolling-eyed, tongue out, completely overwhelmed—and she did the only thing she could.
She sucked her daughter’s nipple.
Her mouth found the small, dark, budding nipple of her daughter’s left breast. She closed her lips around it and sucked.
"MNGH—"
The girl’s body jolted.
The sudden, warm, wet suction on her breast sending a conflicting signal through her pain-wracked frame. Her mother’s tongue swirled around the small nipple, her lips pulling, her mouth warm and comforting against the virgin flesh.
"Mother—" the girl gasped. Her voice cracked between pain and something else. "What—what are you—"
"Shhh," the mother whispered around the nipple. "It helps. It helps, my child. Just—just feel it."