Chapter 351- The Shock and Tremble

Chapter 351: Chapter 351- The Shock and Tremble

He opened his eyes.

The ceiling. Stone. Amber lamplight. He was on the bed now—not the bath. They had moved him. He was on his back, the furs beneath him, his body dry, his cock—

He looked down.

A thick, pale ass was bouncing on his lap.

The succubus. Sinea. Her back to him, her wings folded, her golden tail curled to one side. She was in a deep squat, her enormous ass raised and dropping, her thick pale thighs working in a rhythmic pump. His cock—twelve inches, fully erect—was buried inside her demon cunt, the shaft disappearing between her spread cheeks on each downward drop.

PAH—PAH—

The wet sound was loud. Obscene. Her pussy, demon-slick and experienced, gripped him with the heat of a Throne Bishop who had been riding him for some time.

"HNNNGH—AAANGH—" she moaned. Her head was thrown back, her blonde hair swaying, her enormous tits bouncing upward with each drop, the elongated nipples slapping against her own collarbone.

He looked at the motion. The rhythm. The way her ass rose and fell. The way his cock appeared and disappeared.

"What time is it?" he said.

His voice was rough. Sleep-rough.

The succubus didn’t answer.

Because a pussy sat on his face.

The daughter.

Her small body was positioned above his head, her knees on either side of his face, her hairy cunt pressed against his mouth. She looked down at him, her dark eyes flushed, her small tits heaving, her face crimson.

"Oh," she said. Her voice was small, breathless. "You woke up, sir."

She was wet. Her virgin pussy—still healing, still tender—was dripping onto his lips, the taste of her arousal mixing with the remnants of the bath water. She had been sitting on his face while he slept, grinding her hairy cunt against his mouth, using his unconscious lips for her pleasure.

He grabbed her hips.

Both hands. His fingers dug into her small, narrow waist. He pulled her down. Not letting her rise. Not letting her escape.

"MNGH—" she cried. "WAIT—I CAN’T—"

He sucked.

His mouth closed around her hairy pussy, his tongue driving between the swollen lips, finding the clit and pressing. He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, pulling her virgin flesh into his mouth.

"HAAANGH—MNGH—SIR—"

She moaned. Her small body convulsed, her hands flying to his hair, her hips grinding against his face involuntarily.

He pulled his mouth away for one breath.

"Riding me the moment I woke up," he said against her wet pussy. "What a slut you are."

He sucked again. Harder. His tongue circling her clit, his lips pulling, his teeth grazing the swollen nub. Her thighs clamped around his head, her body shaking.

Below, the succubus was still riding.

PAH—PAH—PAAAH—

Her rhythm had accelerated. She was close. Her enormous ass was slamming down on his twelve-inch cock with the full force of her demonic thighs, the sound echoing off the stone walls. Her pussy was clenching, the walls gripping his shaft in rhythmic, desperate pulses.

"HYAAAK—HNNGH—HAAAIYAANGH—" she screamed. Her back arched, her wings snapping open, her tail lashing across the bed. She came. Her demon cunt squirted around his shaft, the clear slick pouring out and soaking the furs, her enormous tits bouncing wildly, the milk spraying in thin arcs.

He came.

The dual sensation—the succubus milking his cock and the daughter’s pussy on his mouth—pushed him over. His hips thrust upward into the succubus, driving his twelve inches to the root. The load was thick. Endless. Pulse after pulse flooding her demon womb, the cum overflowing immediately, pouring from her stretched cunt and running down his shaft and balls.

"HNNGH—FUCK—"

He groaned against the daughter’s pussy, the vibration making her convulse.

The succubus gasped.

She was in the squat position, her thighs burning, her cunt stuffed with twelve inches and a fresh load. She had been fucking him while he slept—for how long, she didn’t know—and the orgasm hit her like a wall.

"HYAAAK—HAAANGH—SO MUCH—"

Her body went limp. She collapsed forward onto his legs, her enormous tits pressed against his thighs, his cock still buried inside her, the cum leaking around the shaft.

He pushed the daughter off.

She fell beside him on the bed, gasping, her face wet with her own juices and his saliva. He looked at his cock—still hard. Twelve inches, standing, the succubus’s cum and his own load coating the shaft.

He looked at the daughter.

She was on her back, her small body sprawled, her hairy pussy dripping, her dark eyes wide as she stared at his erection.

He grabbed her.

He came over her. His body pressing her into the furs, his weight pinning her small frame. He grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them above her head, holding them in one hand.

She looked up at him.

"You deserve it," he said.

He kissed her.

His mouth closing over hers, his tongue pushing past her lips, the taste of her own pussy transferring from his mouth to hers. She moaned into the kiss, her small body arching, her wrists straining against his grip.

He slammed.

PAH—

"MMPH—HAAANGH—"

The twelve-inch cock drove into her hairy pussy in one brutal, full-length stroke. Her small cunt—still tight, still healing—stretched around the girth, the walls parting with a wet, tearing friction. She screamed into his mouth, the sound muffled by the kiss, her body convulsing.

He fucked her.

Hard. Deep. Merciless. His hips driving the twelve-inch shaft into her cunt with the same mechanical violence he had used on every woman in the room. The bed creaked violently, the furs soaking with the succubus’s slick and his cum and the daughter’s blood-tinged arousal.

PAH—PAAAH—PAAAH—

"MMPH—HNNGH—HAAANGH—" she screamed into his mouth. Her small body bouncing beneath him, her small tits pressed against his chest, her dark nipples hard against his skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.

He kissed her harder.

Muffling her screams. Swallowing her moans. His tongue in her mouth, his cock in her cunt, his hand pinning her wrists above her head.

She came.

Her small body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his shaft in rhythmic, desperate pulses, her scream dying in his mouth. She arched beneath him, her small tits lifting, her hairy cunt milking him with every flutter.

He didn’t stop.

He kept fucking. Through her orgasm. Through her convulsions. Through her muffled, broken, continuous moans.

PAHPAHPAAAH—

In the doorway, the thick mother stood.

She had come from the kitchen, a cup in her hand. She saw her daughter—pinned, kissed, fucked, screaming into the mouth of the man who had saved them. She saw the succubus, collapsed on his legs, his cum pouring from her demon cunt. She saw Soha, sitting against the wall, watching with calm dark eyes, one hand on her pregnant belly.

The mother’s hand trembled around the cup.

She watched.

And her thighs pressed together.

’I... I am too dirty.’ My whole body trembled just by the mere thought of entering the room. Yes, he did. Trembling arrived nearby, placing the food on the table. As she turned and said, "Sir, I brought..."

’!’

Mercy was not given a chance to speak as her wrist was grabbed and then she was pulled onto the bed, her body struggling. Her body directly fell on the bed and instantly got bred like a mother she was.

PHACKKK PAH PAH PAH

"KYAAAAAAMMMGH~~!!! Ahnn~ HIEEKKK~~!!"