Chapter 795 - 794- The Need for Help to the in-laws

Chapter 795: Chapter 794- The Need for Help to the in-laws

My lips met hers — soft, tasting of cum and tea and something sweet. Her mouth opened. My tongue found hers. She kissed back — slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Her hands tightened on my neck. Her body pressed against mine — her breasts, soft and heavy, flattening against my chest, the nipples stiff against my skin.

I lifted her leg. Hooked her knee over my arm. The position opened her — her pussy exposed beneath the water, her thigh spread wide. My cock — hard again, the water providing lubrication — found her entrance.

I pushed in.

"AAANGH~!! — HAAANGH~!!"

The water made everything different — slicker, hotter, the resistance lower but the sensation more intense. Her pussy wrapped around me — the walls gripping, the heat building, the water creating a seal that increased the suction with each thrust.

Pah Pah PAH!

She cried. Her body trembled. Her one leg — hooked over my arm — kicked weakly with each thrust. Her hands — on my shoulders, gripping — dug into my muscles.

"OUNGH~!! — husband — HAAANGH~!! — it’s — it’s still too big — AH~!! — HIEEENGH~!!"

Her breasts — pressed against my chest, the nipples stiff — began to leak. Milk. Thin streams of white, mixing with the bathwater, creating cloudy tendrils that swirled between us. The wife package — transferred to her during last night’s session — was working. Her body was adapting. Becoming mine. The milk was the first sign. Her breasts were producing, responding to my presence, my pheromones, my energy. Her body was converting my seed — already inside her from last night — into raw energy. Her skin was changing — becoming softer, smoother, developing a faint glow that was visible even underwater.

I latched onto her breast. Sucked. The milk hit my tongue — sweet, warm, thick. Different from the others. Richer. Denser. Packed with the magical density of a woman whose cognitive capacity was off the charts. I swallowed. My body responded — the healing, the energy, the strength. My cock hardened further inside her. Another inch. She screamed.

My tail — moving behind me, beneath the water — found her anal. The spade-shaped tip pressed against the tight opening. She flinched.

"No — husband — not there again — HAAANGH~!! — it hurts — OUNGH~!! — please—"

I pushed. The tail entered — one inch. Two. Three. The anal stretched around the scaled appendage, the muscle yielding reluctantly. She sobbed. Her body — impaled on both ends, my cock in her pussy and my tail in her anal — shook with the dual sensation.

I could feel it. Both. The double sensation — my cock in her warm, wet, gripping pussy, and my tail in her tight, clenching, resisting anal. The two passages were separated by a thin wall of flesh, and I could feel both sides of it. My cock pressed against the front wall. My tail pressed against the back. The dual pressure — the sandwich of nerve endings — drove her insane.

"AAANGH~!! — it’s — HAAANGH~!! — too much — OUNGH~!! — I can’t — AH~!! — both — HIEEENGH~!! — I can’t take both —"

She could. She was. Her body — adapting, changing, molding to me through the wife package — accepted the dual penetration. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. Her anal clenched around my tail. The two channels rippled in tandem — the contractions synchronized, her body finding a rhythm that accommodated both.

I slammed. Deep. My cock hit her cervix — the firm barrier at the end of her pussy — and broke through. The head plunged into her womb. The sensation was different — softer, deeper, the walls of her womb gripping the head with a warmth that was distinct from the tight passage of her vagina.

Her head rolled. Her eyes vanished behind the whites. Her mouth opened — wide, silent, the scream trapped in her throat by the overwhelming cascade of sensation.

"AAANGH~!! — HAA — HAA — HAAANGH~!!!"

I could feel it. The dual sensation of my cock in her womb and my tail in her anal. The feeling of being inside two places at once — the warmth of her womb around my cock, the tightness of her anal around my tail. The two sensations merged, overlapped, created a feedback loop of pleasure that traveled up my spine and into my brain.

I chuckled. Sucked her breast. Harder. The milk poured — not a stream now, but a flow, the letdown triggered by the overwhelming stimulation. I drank deeply. My cock throbbed inside her womb. My tail vibrated in her anal.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"YES — OUNGH~!! — husband — HAAANGH~!! — more — AH~!! — I can’t — HIEEENGH~!! — I’m — AAANGH~!!"

I held her waist. Lifted her. Turned her — without pulling out — and placed her on the edge of the tub. The porcelain edge dug into her thighs. The position gave me leverage. I fucked her harder. My hips slammed forward — each thrust driving my cock deeper into her womb, each impact sending water splashing over the tub’s edge.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! — HAAANGH~!! — AH~!! — HIEEENGH~!! — AAANGH~!! — husband — husband — HAAANGH~!! — I’m cumming — OUNGH~!! — I’m — AAANGH~!!"

She squirted. The fluid — hot, thin — sprayed from her pussy around my cock, hitting the water, the tub’s edge, my stomach. Her body convulsed. Her pussy clamped. Her anal clenched around my tail. The dual contraction — the simultaneous squeeze of both passages — pushed me over the edge.

I came.

The orgasm hit like a detonation. Rope after rope of thick cum pumping directly into her womb — the seed flooding the small space, the heat spreading through her core. Her body absorbed it — the wife package working, converting the cum to energy, her skin glowing brighter, her body warming. She screamed. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms crushed my neck.

"HUSBAND — HAAANGH~!! — my husband — OUNGH~!! — I can feel it — HIEEENGH~!! — inside me — AAANGH~!! — your seed — AH~!! — it’s so warm — OUNGH~!! — HAAANGH~!!"

I held her. Her body — trembling, glowing, milk-leaking, cum-filled — pressed against mine. The water around us was murky — milk, cum, sweat, the residue of ink from her skin. A biological soup.

She was absolutely delicious.

Two hours later, we came downstairs.

I wore the borrowed clothes — shirt repaired with a quick craftsmanship spell, trousers adjusted to fit. Vespera wore a fresh outfit — a high-collared blouse, a long brown skirt, her hair pinned up, her glasses cleaned and positioned. She looked professional. Composed. Like the headmistress she was.

Her face told a different story. Crimson. Eyes down. She walked beside me, her gaze fixed on the floor, her hands clasped in front of her. Every step was careful — her thighs still tender, her body still recovering from the night and morning’s activities.

The servants lining the hallway were flushed. Their eyes darted — to me, to Vespera, to each other. They’d heard. They’d seen the mother-in-law’s retreat. They knew. The staff of a noble household always knew everything within minutes.

We entered the dining room. The mother-in-law sat at the table — her head down, a letter in her hands, her face pale. She didn’t look up as we entered. Whether from the letter’s contents or from what she’d witnessed upstairs, I couldn’t tell.

The father stood near the door. He wore traveling clothes — heavy coat, boots, a sword at his hip. A packed bag sat by his feet. He was preparing to depart.

Vespera’s embarrassment evaporated. She looked at her father. At the bag. At the traveling clothes. At the letter in her mother’s hands.

"What happened?" she said. "Is it necessary? What’s wrong?"

The mother looked up. Her eyes — red-rimmed, worried — found her daughter. "We’ve received a letter from the royal family. The nearby barony — the Corwin estate — has betrayed the crown. Defected to the enemy. The royal family has ordered all border counties to push forward. To expand. To take the territory."