Chapter 834 - 833- Want to go for Another

Chapter 834: Chapter 833- Want to go for Another

She covered her pussy. The gesture, modest and instinctive, hid the wetness. She had not been fucked as much as her mother. Her pussy, while used, was not as thoroughly conditioned. The lips, while swollen, were not as stretched.

The mother-in-law undressed. Her hands, practiced and efficient, removed the short skirt and the blouse. Her body, thick and marked, was naked. Her hands, free of the clothes, went to her pussy. Rubbing. The motion, unconscious and desperate, was the action of a woman who needed to be touched.

He removed his clothes. His cock, hard and thick, stood between his legs. The head, dark and swollen, leaked pre-cum. The shaft, veined and heavy, was ready.

He looked at them. Both women. Both naked. Both trembling. Both his.

"Let us go, ladies," he said.

The bath, large and stone-walled, was filled with hot water. Steam rose from the surface. The scent, herbal and clean, filled the room.

He entered the water. The heat, enveloping his body, was welcome. He sat on the submerged bench. The water, chest-high, covered his torso.

Vespera entered. The water, touching her skin, made her gasp. She sat, beside him. Her body, settling into the heat, relaxed.

The mother-in-law entered. Her body, sinking into the water, was on his other side. Her hands, still rubbing her pussy beneath the surface, were hidden.

He started with Vespera. His hands, on her hips, lifted her. Positioned her on his lap. His cock, beneath the water, pressed against her pussy. She moaned. The sound, soft and muffled, was swallowed by the steam.

He pulled her down. His cock, entering her, filled her. She screamed. The sound, echoing off the stone walls, was loud.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"OUNGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HIEEENGH...!!"

He pounded her. Hard. The water, splashing with each thrust, created waves. The sound, wet and rhythmic, filled the bathroom. Her body, impaled on his cock, bounced.

The mother-in-law, beside them, watched. Her hands, on her own pussy, moved faster. Her fingers, pushing in and out, matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Her eyes, on her daughter’s body, on the cock entering her, on the pleasure on her face, were wide and hungry.

He grabbed the mother-in-law. His hand, on her arm, pulled her closer. His mouth found her breast. He sucked. The milk, sweet and warm, hit his tongue. She moaned. The sound, muffled by the steam, was soft.

He fucked both. His cock in the daughter. His mouth on the mother. His tail, finding the mother-in-law’s pussy beneath the water, pushed in. The vibration, pulsing through her walls, made her convulse.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"AAANGH...!! ... OUNGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... HIEEENGH...!! ... AH...!!"

The moans, mixing and overlapping, filled the bathroom. The water, splashing and churning, covered the floor. The steam, thick and humid, fogged the mirrors.

He fucked them all night. In the bath. On the floor. Against the wall. On the bench. In every position. In every combination. His cock in one. His tail in the other. His mouth on a breast. His hands on hips and thighs and asses.

They were not his wife and his mother-in-law. They were not a headmistress and a countess. They were vessels. Holes. Bodies for his use. Bitches to pound and breed and fill.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HIEEENGH...!! ... AAANGH...!! ... I cannot... HAA... I cannot... AAANGH...!!"

The sounds, continuous and overlapping, filled the bathroom. The night, long and relentless, was a marathon of flesh and fluid and pleasure.

Morning light crept through the bathroom window.

The floor, stone and cold, was covered in liquid. Water, cum, milk, piss. The mixture, thick and pungent, had spread across the surface. Dried patches, white and flaky, marked the areas where the fluid had evaporated overnight.

Vespera lay on the floor. Face down. Her hands, stretched above her head, were limp. Her anal, raised and exposed, was being pounded.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"AAANGH...!! ... stop... please... it is morning... HAAANGH...!! ... I cannot... OUNGH...!! ... please... stop..."

Her voice, broken and hoarse, was the voice of a woman who had been screaming for hours. Her eyes, wet and vacant, stared at nothing. Her body, limp and used, was a ragdoll. Her anal, gaping and raw, was being fucked with mechanical precision.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The sound, flesh on flesh, echoed through the bathroom. Her ass, thick and soft, ripened with each impact. The cheeks, spread by his hands, were red and raw. The cum, white and thick, leaked from her pussy. The dried seed, on her breasts and her face and her hair, was evidence of the night.

The mother-in-law lay beside them. Unconscious. Her body, crumpled and still, was a mess. Both holes, pussy and anal, were filled with cum. The white fluid, leaking from both openings, pooled beneath her. Her breasts, heavy and drained, were covered in dried milk. Her face, slack and vacant, was the face of a woman who had been fucked past the point of consciousness hours ago.

Viktor, still pounding Vespera, was tireless. His cock, hard and relentless, drove into her anal. The pace, steady and brutal, had not slowed since the night began.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"AAANGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... please... OUNGH...!! ... stop... stop... HIEEENGH...!!"

He slammed. Final thrust. Deep. His cock, buried in her anal, throbbed. The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her. She screamed. The sound, raw and final, was the last sound her body could produce.

He pulled out. His cock, slick and semi-hard, emerged with a wet sound. The cum, white and thick, leaked from her gaping anal. He slapped her ass. The sound, sharp and final, echoed through the room.

"You look gorgeous," he said. The words, muttered and satisfied, were for himself.

He stood. His cock, limp and heavy, hung between his legs. The shaft, slick with cum and lube, was still impressive even in its flaccid state.

Vespera, face first on the floor, lost consciousness. Her body, spent and empty, went still. The anal, gaping and leaking, was the last evidence of the night.

The mother-in-law, unconscious beside her, didn’t stir.

He looked at them. Both women. Both wrecked. Both his.

"I am not going to the academy today," he said. The words, directed at no one, were a statement.

Vespera, from the floor, gasped. Her eyes, opening, found him. "I cannot," she whispered. The words were about the academy. About her duties. About the impossibility of functioning after a night like that.

He chuckled. The sound was warm. Amused.

"However," he said, "you will be there. And then you can serve."

She gasped. The word ’serve’ landed like a slap. Her body, trembling, stirred. She pushed herself up. Her arms, weak and shaking, barely supported her weight.

She stood. Her legs, wobbly and sore, found their strength. Her stamina, recovering slowly, returned. She gasped. The breath, deep and ragged, filled her lungs.

She looked at him. At his cock, still hanging between his legs. At his body, lean and muscled and tireless. At the face, calm and amused, that showed no sign of exhaustion.

"Want to go for another round?" he said. The question, asked with a straight face, was insane.

She trembled. Her eyes, wide and wet, looked at his cock. The head, dark and swollen, was already hardening. The shaft, thickening, was rising.