Chapter 352- Too Much of the Women

Chapter 352: Chapter 352- Too Much of the Women

He pulled the mother.

She stumbled forward from the doorway, the cup falling from her hand, shattering on the stone floor. Her thick body collided with his chest, her enormous tits spreading against his coat, her dark eyes wide with the sudden shock of his grip on her wrist.

He spun her.

Her back hit the bed. She bounced once, her enormous ass lifting from the impact, her thick thighs spreading involuntarily. He was on her before she could speak, his hands grabbing her shift, pulling it up, bunching it around her waist.

Her panties were thin. White cotton, stretched tight over her wide, pregnant-spread hips. He grabbed the waistband and pulled them down. The fabric dragged over her enormous ass, the pale cheeks spilling out as the cotton rolled down her thick thighs. He pulled them to her knees and left them there.

He flipped her.

Her face hit the pillow. Her enormous tits spread beneath her, the dark nipples pressing into the furs. Her thick ass lifted, raised high, the cheeks spreading to reveal the dark, tight pucker of her anal and the swollen, hairy lips of her pussy beneath.

He pressed his cock against her anal.

The head, still slick with the succubus’s cum and his own load, found the tight ring. He pushed.

"HAAAAAIYAANGH~!!"

Her scream tore into the pillow. Her hands gripped the furs, her thick fingers white. Her anal stretched around the twelve-inch head, the ring parting with a wet, reluctant pop. He drove forward. Four inches. Five. The walls of her ass gripping him with the hot, dry, desperate clench of a woman who had been taken there before but never like this.

"BE GENTLE~" she screamed into the pillow. "WAIT~ YOU’RE TOO HARD~"

He didn’t slow down.

He sank deeper. Six inches. Seven. The squat position, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her wide hips, his weight driving the twelve-inch shaft into her anal in a continuous, brutal descent. Her ass cheeks were pressed flat against his hips, the pale flesh spreading under his weight.

PAH~

"HNNNGH~ MNGH~ AAANGH~"

Her tongue came out.

It hung from the side of her mouth, pressed against the pillow, saliva running down her chin. Her face was flushed crimson, her dark eyes rolled to the whites, her expression demolished into the raw, animal blankness of a woman being fucked past her capacity to process.

He began to pound.

PAH~ PAH~ PAAAH~

"HAAAIYAANGH~ HNNGH~ AAANGH~"

Her enormous tits dragged across the furs with each thrust, the dark nipples catching on the fabric, pulling, stretching. Her thick ass rippled from every impact, the pale cheeks clapping against his hips in wet, heavy smacks. Her hairy pussy, swollen and dripping, leaked thin streams of arousal down her inner thighs.

He leaned down.

His mouth beside her ear, his cock still driving into her anal in long, deep strokes. His voice was warm. Conversational.

"It’s just like how I fucked Vekar’s wife."

Her body went rigid.

"She was a bit less delicious than you."

The mother’s head turned. Her dark eyes, still rolled, still streaming, found his face over her shoulder. Her mouth opened.

"Wife~?" she gasped. "WIFE~?"

Her voice came out loud. High. The maiden-shocked pitch of a woman who had just been told the man inside her ass had already claimed another woman today.

The succubus chuckled from across the room.

She was leaning against the wall, her enormous pale tits resting on her folded arms, her golden eyes warm with amusement. Her tail swayed behind her.

"Now I know why you smelled like a pregnant woman," she said. Her voice carried the lazy satisfaction of a demon who had already pieced it together. "That’s just too cruel, Cruxius. Even for you."

He smiled.

He didn’t deny it.

The succubus pushed off the wall. She walked toward the bed, her enormous tits swaying with each step, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She climbed onto the mattress, her thick thighs straddling his back, her enormous pale tits pressing against his shoulder blades.

She reached around.

Her hands found his face, turning his head toward her. She pressed her enormous left tit against his mouth, the elongated pink nipple pushing past his lips.

"Just drink it," she said.

He sucked. The milk, warm and sweet and thin, flooded his mouth. He swallowed, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue pressing the stiff nipple against the roof of his mouth.

She kissed his forehead.

Soft. Gentle. The intimate, completely un-demonic gesture of a Throne Bishop who had fallen in love and couldn’t hide it anymore.

"Once you’re done emptying your balls in her," she whispered, "come. I have to talk."

She pulled back.

Her tit slid from his mouth, the nipple wet and elongated, a thin string of milk connecting his lip to her breast. She climbed off the bed, her enormous ass swaying as she walked to the far side of the room and sat in a chair, her tail curling around her thigh.

He kept fucking.

PAH~ PAH~ PAAAH~

"HAAAIYAANGH~ HNNGH~ AAANGH~"

The mother screamed into the pillow. Her thick ass was clapping back against his hips now, her body moving with him despite herself, her anal gripping his shaft in rhythmic, exhausted pulses. Her enormous tits were sore from dragging across the furs, the dark nipples raw and stiff.

He slapped her ass.

SMACK~

"HYAAK~"

Her body jolted. Her anal clenched hard around his shaft, the ring tightening from the sting.

"Tighten your anal," he said.

"I’m~ I’m tightening it~" she gasped.

She squeezed. The walls of her ass gripping his cock with a desperate, trembling clench. He felt the pressure increase, the hot, dry walls compressing around his shaft.

"Come on. Fast. Tighten it more."

He thrust harder.

PAH~ PAAAH~

"HNNNGH~ AAANGH~ I’M~ TRYING~"

The daughter moved.

She had been watching from the bedside, her small body trembling, her hairy pussy still wet from the face-riding. She crawled onto the bed on her fours, her small tits hanging, her dark eyes fixed on the junction of his cock and her mother’s ass.

She opened her lips.

She pressed her mouth against his shaft where it entered her mother’s anal. Her tongue extended, licking the stretched ring, tasting the mixture of his cum and her mother’s ass. She moved down. Her mouth found his balls, the heavy sac swinging with each thrust. She sucked one into her mouth.

"MMPH~" she moaned around the ball. Her small tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing.

He thrust deep into the mother’s anal.

PAH~

"HAAANGH~" the mother screamed.

The daughter pulled from his balls.

"Please don’t hurt Mother~" she whispered. Her small face was flushed, her dark eyes wet.

He looked at her.

"Then slap her."

The daughter blinked.

She looked at her hand. Small. Trembling. She looked at her mother’s thick ass, red and marked with his palm print. She looked at his face.

She slapped.

Her small hand connected with her mother’s right ass cheek. The sound was lighter than his, but the impact made the mother’s anal clench hard around his cock.

"Please, Mother~" the daughter said, her voice small, trembling. "Tighten. Or he will slap you."

The mother moaned.

Loud. Long. The sound of a woman whose daughter was spanking her while another man fucked her ass.

"Yes~ daughter~ I’m doing it~"

She clenched harder. Her anal gripping his twelve-inch shaft with a force that made him groan. The daughter slapped again. The mother clenched again. The rhythm established itself: slap, clench, thrust, moan.

SMACK~ PAH~ SMACK~ PAH~

"HNNNGH~ AAANGH~ HAAANGH~"

The daughter’s small hand was reddening. The mother’s ass was bright pink. His cock was driving through the tightest grip he had felt all day.

"Good morning," he said.

He said it casually. As if they were at breakfast. The absurdity of the greeting, delivered mid-anal-fuck while a daughter spanked her mother, made the succubus laugh from across the room.

Soha, sitting against the wall with her pregnant belly, watched the scene with her dark, calm eyes. She had been watching for ten minutes. Her hand rested on her belly. Her dark nipples were tight.

"This bastard," she said quietly.

Not angry. Not jealous. The flat, observational tone of a pregnant woman who had accepted that her man was an unstoppable force of sexual destruction and was simply cataloging the latest evidence.

He pulled out of the mother’s anal.

He grabbed Soha.

She yelped.

"What are you doing?"

He kissed her.

His mouth closing over hers, his tongue pushing past her lips, the taste of the mother’s ass and the succubus’s milk transferring to her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her pregnant belly pressing against his abs, her dark nipples stiffening against his chest.

He pulled back.

"Where are you going? Pulling away from me?"

He turned back to the mother.

He slammed his cock into her anal again.

PAH~

"HAAAAAIYAANGH~"

The mother screamed. Her anal, already loosened and gaping, received the full twelve inches in one brutal stroke. He drove to the root, his balls pressing against her hairy pussy lips, his hips flat against her thick ass.

He came.

The load was thick. Heavy. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding her anal, the white fluid pouring into her stretched passage and overflowing immediately. It ran from her gaping ring in thick, white rivers, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the furs.

His balls clenched. Emptying. His hand was still gripping Soha’s ass, his fingers digging into her pregnant cheek, his mouth still tasting her lips.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You all are just too much."