Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Angela’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Her mind was hazy and groggy, vision still blurry.

The first thing she registered was a deep, heavy ache throughout her thoroughly used body... and something thick, hot, and heavy stuffing her mouth completely full.

Her eyes widened in sudden realization. She tried to speak, but only wet, muffled sounds came out around the thick intrusion.

"Mnffff—! Mnggggffff—!"

She couldn’t form a single clear word.

Daniel’s thick cock was buried deep in her throat, stretching her lips obscenely wide around the base. Her nose was pressed tightly against his pelvis, forced to breathe in the heavy, musky scent of his skin mixed with the thick, salty smell of their combined cum from the long night of fucking. Fresh precum kept steadily leaking onto her tongue, filling her mouth until she had no choice but to swallow the sticky fluid or let it drool out the corners of her lips onto his thigh.

She tried to lift her head, but something heavy pressed down on both of her soft cheeks. When she forced her eyes upward, she saw her husband sleeping on his side. Her face was trapped between his muscular thighs — one thick thigh under her cheek, the other resting heavily over the other side of her face — while his cock remained lodged deep in her throat, still rock-hard and slowly pulsing against her tongue.

The position was filthy, degrading, and utterly vile... and yet the memories of last night crashed into her all at once like a tidal wave.

The raw, desperate, hours-long fucking.

The way he had claimed her pussy over and over until it was a dripping, creamy mess.

The brutal de-virginization of her tight little asshole — how he had forced that thick cock inside and used her until she screamed.

His cold, absolute authority.

His fierce, almost terrifying possessiveness that made her feel completely owned.

Her empty cunt gave a sudden, hard, needy clench just from remembering it. A fresh trickle of mixed cum leaked out of her and ran down her thigh.

Her husband had never been like this before.

He had always been gentle, almost uninterested in sex. For years she had convinced herself that her soft, milfy body — her wide child-bearing hips, her heavy watermelon-sized breasts, her thick, jiggly ass — had turned him off. She believed that as men got older they preferred young, tight girls with firm little tits that fit perfectly in their hands.

But last night he had fucked her senseless while growling that every single hole belonged to him. That could only mean one thing: he had always desired her this deeply... he had simply been suppressing that dark, hungry side of himself.

The realization made her stuffed cheeks flush hot. Her pussy throbbed with a fresh, aching need, still craving the thick cock that was currently stretching her throat.

Then she remembered the filthy promises she had moaned while he was breeding her — about giving him a hundred sons to replace the "useless" one. A small jolt of panic mixed with a strange, burning determination. He was right. As his wife, it was her duty to fill this house with his real blood. Her wide hips and fertile womb existed for exactly that purpose. If one son was useless, they would simply make more. Many more. She would use this body to its fullest.

While these thoughts spun through her mind, her tongue moved on its own. She gave a slow, wet, worshipful lick along the thick underside of the shaft still filling her mouth. The cock twitched hard in response, pushing even deeper into her throat for a moment. A mischievous, cock-hungry glint appeared in her half-lidded eyes.

She didn’t understand why or how her husband had changed so drastically... but she liked this version of him far more. She liked the idea of him coming home and immediately bending her over, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and treating her like his personal bitch wife whenever he wanted.

Carefully, she wiggled and twisted her face free from between his heavy thighs. Once free, she stared at his still-erect, saliva-and-precum-coated cock like it was a glowing piece of candy.

"Poor Hubby..." she whispered softly, voice still a little hoarse from having her throat used. "I fainted and he still didn’t get to finish properly..."

She had no idea that after she passed out he had continued using every one of her holes for hours, turning her into a twitching, drooling, cum-filled mess.

Then her gaze traveled up to his face — and she froze.

Her husband looked... different. Younger. His hair was thicker, blacker, and longer. The thinning spots she remembered had completely filled in with dense, healthy strands. His jawline was sharper, more defined. When her eyes dropped lower, she saw clear, sculpted abs and a broader, more powerful chest that hadn’t been there before.

"How is this possible...?" she breathed, eyes trembling with shock and sudden, intense attraction.

Unable to resist, she lifted his heavy arm and slid into his embrace, pressing her soft face against that newly sculpted chest. Her lips found his soft nipple and she began gently chewing, sucking, and licking it with wet little sounds. As she settled against him, his hard, thick cock pressed firmly against the soft curve of her stomach. Without thinking, she reached down, wrapped her fingers around the hot, heavy shaft, and guided the swollen, purple head to her still-cum-filled, slightly puffy entrance.

With a soft, wet schlick she sank down onto him, taking him inside her creamy pussy once more.

"Amnggff—!" she moaned around his nipple as her husband’s thick cock stretched her walls open again. Her soft pink lips parted eagerly to welcome him home, inner flesh scraping and soaking along every ridge and vein of his length. Fresh cum from the night before was pushed out around his shaft as she slowly took him deeper, her body accepting him like it had been waiting for this exact moment all along.

Even while he slept, her cunt clenched and fluttered around him with greedy, needy little pulses.

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