Chapter 344: A Little Gift for Mary (R-18)

When they reached the bedroom, Mark dropped her onto the bed.

Mary fell onto her back laughing, black hair spreading across the sheets. From there she looked up at him with flushed cheeks and eyes bright with desire.

Then she rolled over and lifted her ass toward him.

"Come here, darling," she begged, spreading her pussy open with her fingers. "I’m all yours."

Mark climbed onto the bed without wasting a second and quickly positioned himself behind Mary, who was still on her knees with her ass raised and her legs spread wide.

He looked for a moment at her open pussy between her fingers, glistening, swollen, the lips already wet.

Then he leaned forward, gently moved her hands aside, and spread her cheeks wider with his own. He lowered his face and slowly dragged his tongue from bottom to top, tracing the entire length of her pussy.

Mary let out an immediate moan and arched her back.

He repeated the motion, firmer this time, pausing at her clit to suck it for a moment before sliding down again. The taste was both salty and sweet, and her heat filled his mouth.

Mark gripped Mary’s ass with both hands as he kept licking. His fingers sank into the soft flesh and he parted her a little more for better access.

First he pushed his tongue inside her, as deep as he could, and moved it from side to side, making her tremble.

"Oh fuck... darling," she moaned, her voice already breaking. "I love... how your tongue feels... inside me."

Mark pulled his tongue out just enough to speak, without moving away completely.

"Glad to hear that," he answered, then immediately thrust his tongue back in.

He alternated between sucking her clit hard and pushing his tongue deep inside, thrusting and swirling it.

Every time his tongue entered her hot pussy, Mary pushed her ass back, seeking more contact.

Mark squeezed her cheeks harder and occasionally gave her a firm spank, leaving red finger marks.

The sound was wet and clear, mixing with her rising moans.

Mary had her face buried in the pillow while her whole body shook with pleasure. He felt the muscles of her pussy clenching around his tongue each time he entered and decided to speed up.

He sucked her clit more insistently, using his lips and the tip of his tongue, while sliding two fingers from one hand inside her and moving them fast.

"There... don’t stop, Mark," Mary begged, almost out of breath. "I’m going to—"

She couldn’t finish the sentence as a powerful orgasm hit her. Her body went completely rigid, her ass clenched under Mark’s hands, and a long, trembling moan tore from her throat.

Mark kept licking through the contractions, feeling her juices wet his chin and lips. Only when the spasms began to ease did he pull away.

Mary stayed trembling, breathing hard, still with her ass up.

Mark rose a little and watched her juices dripping from her pussy, sliding over the swollen lips and falling in a thin thread onto the sheets, leaving a small, shiny puddle.

He moved closer, knelt right behind her, and lowered his already hard cock. He placed it underneath, right where the fluids were falling, and slowly rubbed it back and forth, letting the hot, slippery liquid coat it completely.

The head of his cock slid between Mary’s lips every time it rose, but didn’t enter. It only brushed her entrance, getting wetter.

Mary moaned in frustration and pushed her hips back, trying to catch him.

"Mark..." she moaned, her voice broken and her breathing still uneven. "Stop teasing... put it in already."

Mark smiled, though she couldn’t see it. He kept rubbing his cock against her entrance, pushing just the tip in and pulling it out again, denying her what she asked for.

"As you command, oh great Demon Lord," he answered in a playful tone, and this time he thrust hard, burying his entire cock in one stroke to the hilt.

The thick shaft forced its way in, stretching Mary’s hot, wet walls until his balls slapped against her pussy.

She cried out, a sharp, broken sound that was muffled by the pillow. Her body tensed at once, her ass pressing back against his pelvis while her insides clenched around the cock that filled her completely.

Mark stayed still. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling Mary’s pussy surrounding him, hot, slick, and gripping every inch.

Her pussy clenched violently, as if trying to suck him even deeper. He remained like that for several seconds, savoring the sensation of being buried to the root, simply feeling her pulse around his cock.

Mary trembled beneath him. Her breathing came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly against the mattress. With difficulty she turned her head a little to the side, her voice still rough from the earlier cry.

"Are you... sure... you don’t want me to go back to my old form?" she asked, panting.

Mark leaned over her, his chest brushing her back. His voice came out low, thick with pleasure, almost drunk on it.

"I already told you no... I prefer the real Mary," he answered with a sigh. "Besides... like this you’re so much tighter... you’ve got me gripped so hard I can barely think."

Then he slowly pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside and thrust back in, harder this time.

The movement was slow at first, deep, letting her feel every inch sliding in and out.

Mary’s pussy made a wet sound each time he bottomed out. She moaned, pushing her ass back to take him better.

Mark gradually increased the pace until the thrusts became firmer and faster. His hands gripped her hips hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he slammed into her with his pelvis.

The sound of skin against skin mixed with her moans and the wet slap of their fluids.

"Darling... fill me completely... I’m begging you," Mary moaned, her voice shaking. "I want you to get me pregnant... I want to be the mother of your children... claim my insides again."

Mark’s thrusts grew stronger and deeper. Each one drove Mary’s breasts flat against the mattress and made her pussy clamp tighter around him.

He felt her inner walls flutter, the heat rising, the liquid sliding over his balls and wetting his thighs.

Then he grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled back until she rose from the mattress. He leaned over her and brought his mouth close to her ear.

"If that’s what you want," Mark whispered in a rough voice, "I’ll make sure to impregnate you right here... just like I did that night... you’ll always be mine."

Mary moaned louder, the sound almost a scream. She pushed her hips back to meet every thrust.

"Yes... yes, please... I’m your woman... get me pregnant... I want to feel what it’s like to be a mother."

Mark felt the pressure rising. Her contractions grew stronger, more rhythmic. He thrust one last time, deep, and came.

Thick, hot jets of cum flooded Mary’s pussy while she clenched around him.

Her pussy milked him, contracting over and over, sucking every drop, squeezing his cock until nothing more came out.

Mark kept pushing in short strokes, emptying himself completely, feeling his strength leave him.

Then he leaned down and kissed her. Mary’s mouth opened at once, her tongue finding his while she still moved against him.

Mark slid a hand beneath her and stroked her belly, his open palm resting on the soft skin right above her womb. Mary moaned into the kiss at the feel of his hand.

"Don’t worry, Mark," she whispered against his mouth, her voice soft but firm. "I’ll make sure to carry your strong, healthy child... and not just this one... all the ones that come after."

"I’m sure you will."

Mark kept caressing her stomach with his cock still buried to the hilt and his cum already beginning to trickle down her thighs.

They both collapsed onto their sides on the bed, Mark still inside her, his chest pressed to her back.

Mary settled against him, breathing hard, her pussy still gently squeezing his half-soft cock.

"Thank you for the gift, darling... it’s what I always dreamed of," she murmured, feeling Mark slowly pull his now soft cock from her pussy.