Chapter 178 - 177: I’m Embarrassed

Chapter 178: Chapter 177: I’m Embarrassed

"Hoho, you finally admitted it, you little slut. Bend your body and let me fuck you now," Owen smirked. He had waited long enough, and the moment had finally arrived.

"Are we... are we doing this raw...?" Natalie asked hesitantly, a wave of panic washing over her. What if she ends up pregnant?

"Obviously. Or are you trying to say you’d be satisfied without your pussy getting completely filled?" Owen asked, lightly slapping his thick length against her cheek, making her wince. "The entire point of this divine baptism is to fill your womb with my holy seed. Stop asking stupid questions."

"B"But what will happen to me...? I’ll definitely get pregnant because it’s not my safe day!" she whimpered. The thought terrified her, yet deep down, a strange thrill stirred. It truly would mark the beginning of a golden era if every single MILF in the village simultaneously became pregnant at the exact same time.

"You talk way too much, my devotee. So tell me, what exactly do you want?" Owen sighed, getting a headache from her endless questioning.

"Umm... I brought a condom with me," she offered nervously, fishing a small foil packet from her towel wrap. Printed across the front in clear lettering was the size: Small.

"What the fuck? Are you seriously telling me to wear a small-sized condom?" Owen stared at the wrapper in disbelief. "Is this your husband’s size, devotee?" He held the tiny sheath next to his massive shaft; it looked like a flimsy plastic shield trying to contain a nuclear warhead.

"I don’t have any other sizes... That was the only kind available at the local store!" Even through her thick blindfold, she could feel the sheer annoyance radiating from his gaze.

"This thing is going to snap in two seconds, my devotee. It’s way too small for me."

"Please, just try to wear it..." she pleaded, clasping her hands together in desperate prayer. "I’m really not ready to take you raw..."

"Hahn, fine. But don’t blame me when this rubber inevitably rips apart, got it?" Owen relented. As a benevolent Savior, he had to grant his devotee’s desperate plea, even if he was acting as little more than a glorified, living dildo for her fantasies.

’Well, wearing something this small is a first for me,’ Owen thought, ripping open the foil packet. He attempted to roll the narrow latex over his massive head, stretching the material to its absolute limit.

"Wow, this is ridiculous... It doesn’t even cover half the shaft," Owen muttered, chuckling as his rock-hard dick twitched, straining against the tight rubber band around its base.

"Spread your legs and lean your back against the wall. Let’s start with a gentle stretch," Owen instructed, bending his knees to align his covered tip with her soaking entrance.

"Nuhn... ahh... please do it slowly, Savior... This is my first time receiving a man in such a long time," she whimpered, acting as timid as a virgin while slowly spreading her thighs wide for him.

"When was the last time you actually did it with your husband, my devotee?" Owen asked, reaching out to fondle her heavy, plump breasts. His fingers sank into her soft flesh, his palms pressing firmly against her erect pink nipples.

"Ahn... I don’t know... maybe over a year ago..." she confessed softly.

"Why is that? Tell me, my devotee," Owen murmured, leaning down to take one of her rigid buds into his mouth. The skin tasted sweet and slightly salty, her body practically begging for his touch.

"Nuhn... an... ahnn... He lost his drive... He always said he was too exhausted from the farm..." She bit her lower lip, completely overwhelmed by the intense sensation of being taken outdoors by a mysterious, powerful man. The Savior was savoring every inch of her body, and she was completely powerless to resist.

’Nuhn... I don’t understand... why does this feel so incredibly good?’ she thought, tears of overwhelming pleasure welling up beneath her blindfold. Her husband had been completely unable to satisfy her physical cravings for years. It was a harsh truth she had quietly accepted; while he was a loving man emotionally, his adulthood severely lacked in performance.

After years of relentless farm work under the scorching sun, his stamina had withered, and his penis had shrunken to the point where it could barely stay erect. She craved deep, passionate stimulation, and Owen was fulfilling every starved desire in her soul.

"Can you feel your body burning up, my devotee...?" Owen purred against her skin, leaving a deep red bite mark around her sensitive areola.

Slurp... slurp...

"Nuhn... ahh... yes! Please fuck me now, Savior! I’ve waited so long for this day... I just want to feel like a good person again...!"

"Then your wish is my command," Owen smirked. It was almost hilarious how bold she became the moment she thought a piece of thin latex made her safe.

Thrust...

"Nuhn... ahnn... ahnn! Savior... please, slowly... my pussy can barely accommodate your size..." She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, the blindfold over her eyes soaking with tears of pure release.

"Don’t worry, just tell me if I’m pushing too fast," Owen reassured her, holding her waist firmly as he slid deeper into her tight, slick passage.

"Nuhn... ah... yes... Savior... can I... can I call you ’my dear’?" she asked softly, burying her face into the crook of his neck as she clung to him.

"Why? Do you want to pretend you’re receiving the passionate love you’ve been craving from your pathetic husband?" Owen mocked lightly, though he kept his movements steady and gentle.

"Nuhn... if it’s okay with you... I do love my husband... I’m embarrassed, so please don’t judge me..." she whimpered softly, even as her dripping pussy clamped tightly around his invading shaft, betraying her desperate physical need.

"I won’t judge you. I’m going to satisfy you completely, my dear," Owen whispered into her ear, adjusting his angle to drive all the way inside. "Now open up wide for me, and

let’s make sweet love."