Chapter 271: Epilogue 6 – Pregnant Brides

Liam had been teased mercilessly during his wedding. The girls planned so many things that his cock didn’t even have a second to stay soft.

And after watching Eva’s shows and the beautiful videos the girls had recorded for him, Liam was guided to a special room, where some of his brides were waiting.

He had just one hour before the actual wedding, so Lucia told him to hold back on his horniness. Normally it would be hard for him to do that, but after everything, his balls felt empty.

Anyway, he opened the door, only to find three beautifully pregnant women there. For some reason, Amber was not present, but the pair of mother and daughter, Sophia and Charlotte, were there. Both of them were wearing the same sexy wedding dress.

It was composed of a star tape that "covered" their nipples. There was a veil-like skirt that covered their shapely legs, and there was a bit of fabric around their arms. Liam was not sure what this was supposed to be.

That being said, their now-big bellies were completely exposed, as well as most of their sexy bodies, especially their tits, which seemed to have gotten heavier and bigger with the pregnancy.

"So, want to fuck your pregnant sluts?" Sophia said hornily.

"Maybe you could put an extra baby in me," Charlotte commented, spreading her legs wide and showing she was not wearing any underwear.

Finally, the man’s eyes fell on the last pregnant girl in the room. In complete contrast to the pair, Amelia was wearing a wedding dress that gave almost full coverage to her boobs, with a thick fabric pushing her bust high into a cleavage.

However, looking lower, her belly was covered only by a transparent fabric, and her legs were exposed, except for her thigh-high stockings, which complemented her high heels sensually.

"Come fuck my ass, darling," she said, getting on all fours and showing how she was wearing a thong that left her ass naked.

Not only that, but she had a butt plug deep in her ass, which was pressing obviously against the thong.

But there was still one more woman in that room.

Alice stepped out of the shadows, wearing a wedding dress that immediately made Liam hard. The outfit was made from delicate white lace, sheer tulle, and fine metallic straps instead of a traditional gown.

On Alice’s well-proportioned body, the design felt just right. The floral ornaments traced the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts, while the sheer tulle hugged her toned waist and long legs in a way that was both ethereal and sinful.

The short bridal veil cascaded lightly over her shoulders, brushing against her bare back, while ribbon accents wrapped sensually around her thighs, just above the delicate garters.

More than anything, the clothes could naturally allow Liam to admire her beauty, being at the same time a dress for a slut and for a queen of high nobility.

"So, I actually have a surprise for you. I hope you will accept it," she said, then stepped back, pulling a big box with a present ribbon on it.

Alice stepped forward with a sly, knowing smile, her sheer tulle and lace dress whispering against her skin as she tugged the oversized gift box closer. The big yellow ribbon slipped free under her fingers.

Inside, nestled atop a beautiful bed made of bright yellow flowers, lay Harper.

The MILF was breathtaking that day.

Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath, the soft flesh spilling generously, nipples already stiff and dark against the almost-nothing that tried to contain them. Her wide hips flared dramatically from a cinched waist, thick thighs pressed together just enough to tease, and her full, round ass curved high and invitingly.

"I hope she looks very fertile," Alice teased.

The "wedding dress" she wore barely qualified as clothing. Thin metallic straps criss-crossed her torso, framing rather than covering her massive tits, leaving the undersides and deep cleavage completely exposed.

A scrap of sheer white mesh clung precariously to her mound, translucent enough to show the smooth, puffy lips beneath and the glistening wetness already gathering there.

The rest of her was bare: soft belly, the generous curve of her hips, the outer swells of her ass, and long legs left completely free except for delicate white garters high on her thighs. Harper’s eyes locked onto Liam the second the lid came off. She didn’t wait. She arched up on the flower bed, spreading her thighs wider, the thin mesh stretching and revealing everything.

"Please," she begged, voice thick and needy. "Impregnate me, Liam. I want it so bad. Breed me right here, fill my pussy until it’s overflowing. Make me carry your baby. I need your cum so deep inside me I can feel it for days. Please... knock me up."

Sophia and Charlotte both let out delighted, throaty laughs, clapping and cheering from their places. Amelia, still on all fours with the plug stretching her ass, grinned wide and nodded eagerly. "Yes! Fill her up! Give her a baby too!"

The sight, the words, the heavy scent of flowers and aroused women—it all slammed into Liam at once.

His cock, which had been half-hard and spent from everything that came before, surged rigid in an instant, throbbing painfully against his clothes.

He couldn’t hold back.

Liam quickly lifted his surprise out of the box and dropped her on the flower bed. Harper reacted immediately, opening her legs wide and staying ready for the fuck, as Liam aligned his cock with her dripping cunt.

"Here I go," the man said, sinking into Harper’s wet hole in one hard thrust.

She was scorching hot, tight, and so wet that the flowers beneath her instantly grew darker with the mess. Harper cried out in pure relief, wrapping her thick thighs around him and pulling him deeper.

"Yes, fuck... breed me!" she moaned.

Liam’s hips snapped forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. He fucked her raw, balls slapping against her ass, hands gripping her wide hips hard enough to leave marks.

"I’m going to knock you up," he snarled, voice raw. "I’m going to pump you so full of cum you’ll be dripping for days. You’re going to get pregnant, very fucking pregnant. Take it. Take every drop."

Liam came extremely fast for his partner, releasing a big load inside her. But he didn’t slow down after that. Actually, he sped up.

He kept driving into her, grinding deep on every stroke, flooding her with load after load as the minutes burned away. Each time he came, he stayed buried, pulsing hard, forcing more thick ropes into her already-overflowing pussy until it leaked out around his cock.

Then he simply kept going, fucking his own cum back into her, determined to leave her thoroughly, unmistakably bred.

The other women watched, touching themselves, cheering him on, their pregnant bellies and exposed bodies only adding fuel. Harper clung to him the entire time, begging between gasps for more, for deeper, for a baby.

By the time the hour was nearly up, Liam’s cock was still buried inside her, twitching with aftershocks, her cunt a messy, creamy wreck around him.

Harper’s belly looked almost softly swollen already from the sheer volume he’d forced into her, and her eyes were glazed with satisfied heat.

"Thank you," she whispered, kissing him messily. "I’m going to look so good carrying your child..."

Outside the room, the real wedding was ready for Liam, but for an instant, the only thing on his mind was the thick proof of what he’d just done, still leaking from Harper’s well-used pussy.