Chapter 71 - Seventy-One: Rabbit Mommy II

Chapter 71: Chapter Seventy-One: Rabbit Mommy II

Woah... I really went and did it now huh?

But I wasn’t done. The hunger, once awakened, was a bottomless pit. My dick, slick with her cum and juices, slipped out of her well-used pussy.

My gaze dropped lower. To the tight, pink pucker nestled between the generous curves of her ass. It was untouched. Virginal, in the context of this insane morning. I savored the details... the way it clenched nervously, the soft fur surrounding it, the utter taboo of it.

I didn’t ask. I didn’t prepare her. I spat into my palm, slicked myself, and pressed the thick, cum-smeared head against that forbidden entrance.

Rina, still panting from her orgasm, felt the pressure. Her breath hitched. "Oh... there...?"

I pushed. It was a tight, burning resistance that gave way with a soft, wet pop as the head breached her. She cried out, a sharp yelp of surprise-pain-pleasure.

And then I started fucking her ass.

"Ahi~ ♥... fucking d-deep..."

"OH, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?" Vesper’s shriek of pure, exasperated disbelief cut through the room. She had stopped pacing to stare, her face a perfect mask of aristocratic horror. "You just came in that slut cunt and now you’re reaming her asshole on my breakfast table?! You have the sensitivity of a battering ram!"

She flipped me off with one hand, a crude, furious gesture. But her other hand... her other hand had slipped beneath the waistband of her trousers. I could see the subtle movement of her arm, the faint tremor in her shoulders. She was touching herself. Watching her stud destroy her bunny matriarch’s backdoor on a pile of broken china was apparently a turn-on, even if it infuriated her.

I didn’t care. Rina’s ass was a furnace of tight, clenching heat, a different, more intense kind of surrender. She was moaning again, high and reedy. "Ngh! Ngh! So full! Different! So deep in bunny’s butt! AH! Stretch it! Ruin it!"

I fucked her there with the same relentless pace, my balls slapping against her cum-dripping pussy lips. The sounds were wetter, tighter. The table continued to protest. Vesper continued to curse under her breath, her own hidden hand moving faster.

’Fuck...’

It was a room of perfect, insane debauchery... a noblewoman secretly masturbating in fury while her hired stud brutally sodomized her bunnykin slutty maid atop the ruins of a twenty-gold breakfast table. And in the center of it all, Rina’s blissed-out, broken moans sang the only truth that mattered in that moment.

Rina’s fluffy white tail was a frantic metronome, twitching and jerking with each deep, pounding thrust into her ass. I held onto it like a handle, using it to pull her back onto me even harder. My other hand came down on one of her massive, pale ass cheeks in a sharp, stinging slap.

SMACK!

"Hiee?!~ ♥ Nghnnnn?!~ ♥ Nhhhnn!?!?!~ ♥"

The sound echoed in the high-ceilinged room, mixing with the wet squelch of my cock pistoning in her backdoor. The pale skin bloomed a bright, glowing pink... a rabbit-kin thing, apparently.

"KYAAA~! Yes! Punish mommy’s ass! Nnngh! It’s yours! All yours!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

I slapped the other cheek. SMACK! Then I gripped both, spreading them wider, fucking deeper into that impossibly tight, slick heat. She was so sensitive back here, her whole body convulsing around me. She came again, her asshole clenching in rhythmic, milking pulses around my shaft. "Nnnnnggghyeah~! Cumming from my butt! Cumming again!"

Her words were slurred, mindless. The anal stimulation was sending her over the edge repeatedly, each orgasm making her channel tighter, hotter. I could feel my own climax coiling, a deeper, heavier pressure this time.

"Gonna fill you," I grunted, my rhythm becoming frantic, erratic. "Gonna flood your guts."

"Do it!" she sobbed, pushing back desperately. "Paint mommy’s insides white! Breed me in my ass too!"

With a final, shuddering roar, I did. I slammed home and erupted. It wasn’t a single release. It felt like buckets. A torrent of hot, thick cum that pumped into her bowels in seemingly endless pulses. I kept thrusting through it, mixing my seed deep inside her until I felt it start to leak out around where we were joined, dripping down her thighs to join the mess from her pussy.

I pulled out slowly. A thick, white stream followed, pooling on the ruined tablecloth. Rina collapsed forward, gasping, her asshole gaping slightly, overflowing.

But the fire wasn’t out. It had banked, transformed. The lewd whispers in my head had escalated into a screaming need for total possession. Every hole. Every part of her.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back amidst the broken crockery and spilled food. Her pink eyes were glazed, her mouth hanging open, panting. I didn’t give her a chance to recover.

I grabbed her jaw, my fingers digging in, and pried her mouth open wide. Her long pink tongue lolled out. I positioned myself over her face, guiding my slick, cum-stained cock to her lips.

"Open wider," I commanded, my voice a dark rasp.

She obeyed, her jaw straining. I shoved myself into her mouth, past her teeth, deep into her throat. She gagged immediately, her eyes watering, but her hands came up to clutch weakly at my hips, not to push away, but to hold on.

"Hnnn~ SLURRRP—"

I fucked her throat. Hard. Using her face like a toy. Glurk. Gurgle. Gulp. Each thrust choked her, each withdrawal let her gasp for a second before I plunged back in. Spit and pre-cum flew. Her muffled sounds were a continuous, wet, desperate struggle. "Nghh! Gk! Hrrk!"

Vesper had stopped cursing. She was just watching now, her hand still moving under her clothes, her heterochromatic eyes wide and fixed on the violent face-fucking happening over her ruined table.

"GHHKK!!~ ♥ HUUHP!!~ ♥ GLUCK!!~ ♥ NGFFF!!~ ♥ OOOGHH!!~ ♥"

The pressure built fast this time, a sharp, urgent need to mark this last, intimate territory. I held her head still, buried myself to the root in her throat, and came again. Another hot, heavy load shot directly down her esophagus. She swallowed convulsively, some of it leaking from her nostrils.

I finally pulled out, my dick glistening with her spit. Rina lay beneath me, a broken, weeping, cum-filled mess in every orifice, a perfect portrait of total, absolute use. The matriarch had been thoroughly claimed.

I stood up, my legs shaky, breathing heavily. The whispers in my head were finally, blessedly silent. For now.

However...

The silence in my head didn’t last. The moment I caught my breath, the moment my gaze fell back on Rina’s wrecked, leaking form, the whispers roared back. Louder. More insistent. A screaming chorus of pure, deviant hunger.

’Not enough darling~ Never enough. Fill that slut. Stretch her. Use her until she breaks. Every hole. Again and again. Claim her. Breed her. Make her pregnant.’

’What... the... fuck?’

I really didn’t know who or what the voice was.

But I didn’t care.

My dick, which should have been a spent, sore noodle, twitched and hardened with terrifying speed. The fatigue burned away, replaced by a second—third?—wind of manic, relentless energy.

I looked at Rina.

Then I held her up. "Ehhh!?"

I flipped her back onto her stomach and plunged into her cum-filled pussy again. Squelch. The sound was wetter, looser now. I fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, not caring about her sensitivity, just about the feeling of being inside. I came again, adding another thick load to the soup already inside her. She screamed, a hoarse, overstimulated sound, her body trembling.

Before I even softened, I pulled out, repositioned, and shoved back into her ass. It was easier now, stretched and slick with my previous deposit. Slish. I fucked her there, hard and fast, until I came a fourth time, filling her bowels until they threatened to overflow.

I pulled out, turned her over, and shoved my cock into her waiting, open mouth. She didn’t even gag anymore. Just took it, her eyes rolled back, her throat working mechanically. I fucked her face until I came down her throat a fifth time. Cum bubbled from her nostrils.

Pussy. Ass. Mouth. Pussy. Ass. Mouth.

I lost count. Of the holes. Of the orgasms. I became a machine, a piston driven by a singular, devouring purpose. Rina’s body was just the vessel. Her moans had turned into a continuous, broken chanting of "yes" and "more" and "hubby," interspersed with giggles and random, lewd commentary.

"Ooh! This one’s deep! Nnngh! Mama hasn’t been stuffed like this since the last stable-hand gangbang! Hee hee! Was it with Blossom? When mama came home dripping from all three? Glurk!"

She’d talk about her daughters, about past lovers, about the taste of my cum, all while I was actively pumping another load into whichever hole I was currently occupying. Her stomach began to visibly swell, a soft, rounded bulge under her tattoo, filled to capacity with my seed.

Cum was everywhere. It dripped from her nose in a constant, thin stream. It leaked from her asshole in thick gushes every time I pulled out. It seeped from her pussy in a steady trickle. The table beneath her was a swamp of it, mixed with juice and broken porcelain.

She started throwing up at one point. Not from disgust, but from sheer overflow. A gush of white, frothy cum erupted from her mouth, splattering across her tits. She laughed, a wet, bubbling sound. "Oops! Too much of hubby’s good milk! Hurk!"

And I kept going. The whispers in my head were a continuous roar of approval. ’Yes. More. All of it. Leave nothing untouched. Make her a breeding bitch.’

Finally, after what felt like hours, my body gave out. Not my desire... that was still a white-hot brand... but my physical form. My legs buckled. I collapsed onto the table beside her, my dick finally, truly soft, lying in a puddle of our combined fluids.

Rina turned her head towards me, her face a mess of tears, sweat, spit, and cum. She gave me a loopy, utterly blissful smile. "Thank you," she slurred, patting her swollen stomach. "I’m gonna have... lots of new babies... Hic!"

She passed out, snoring softly, a thin line of cum still leaking from her nose. I lay there, staring at the sunlight-dappled ceiling, my mind empty of everything except the bone-deep knowledge that I had broken something in myself today. And used it to break something in her.

Even before my heartbeat could settle, a familiar, searing stiffness returned. It wasn’t arousal. It was a command. The whispers weren’t whispers anymore. They were a hard, sharp voice, layered with the static of centuries, seething with a sudden, ugly jealousy.

"That bitch..." the voice hissed in my mind, soft yet dripping with venom. "That rabbit-whore... was my husband’s favorite plaything. His little stress-relief toy. She deserves this. She deserves worse. Fuck her until she chokes on it. Let that breeding slut drown."

The voice was a woman’s. It was soft, almost musical, but the words were pure, distilled hatred. And it was laughing. A cruel, tinkling sound.

My body moved on its own. I rolled over, grabbed Rina by the jaw, and pried her sleeping mouth open. She blinked awake, her pink eyes wide with confusion and lingering bliss. Then I shoved my already-hard dick deep into her throat.

She choked, a wet, surprised "Gllk!?" Her eyes bulged. She tried to push at my hips, but her arms were weak, trembling.

"Fuck her," the voice urged, gleeful. "Make her gag. Make her cry. She always cried for him, the pathetic thing. Do it."

I fucked her mouth roughly, holding her head down, using her throat like a fleshlight. She gagged and sputtered, tears streaming anew. I came again, pumping a hot, bitter load straight down her esophagus. She coughed violently as I pulled out, strings of cum flying from her lips.

The voice was cackling. "Good! Good! Now her pussy. Breed the traitorous slut in the cunt she offered to my husband."

I flipped her over and plunged back into her soaked, overfilled pussy. The thrusts were angry, punishing. White cum—old and new—smeared across her pale thighs and back with every drive. She tried to speak, but could only manage wet, coughing sounds between moans. "H-hubby... too... ngh... rough..."

"Rough is what she understands," the voice sneered. "She’s a hole. Nothing more. After her, we’ll find others. The maids. The beastkin. We’ll rape them all. We’ll break this whole house of sluts."

I kept breeding her pussy, the voice’s cruel commentary a soundtrack to my rhythmic slams. When I came inside her again, adding to the bloated mess, I pulled out and immediately pushed against her stretched, leaking asshole.

"P-please... stop," Rina whimpered, her voice a shattered rasp. "I c-can’t... take more..."

I ignored her. I shoved inside. It was still tight, a hot, resisting ring that gave way with a wet squelch. She screamed, a raw, broken sound that was equal parts pain and a deep, shameful pleasure. She came again from the brutal anal intrusion, her body convulsing around me.

The voice in my head hit a fever pitch. "Now kill her," it commanded, the sweetness gone, replaced by a flat, psychotic edge. "Snap her neck. She’s had enough. She’s a used-up toy. Kill the bitch and let’s find a new one."

I froze. My hips stilled, buried deep in her ass. The command echoed, clear and cold.

Kill her.

I saw Rina’s tear-streaked, cum-smeared face pressed against the wood. Heard her ragged, exhausted breathing. Felt the weak, fluttering clench of her ass around me. She was a broken mess, but she was alive. A living, feeling thing. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

I hesitated.

And in that hesitation, I rejected the command.

I didn’t pull out. I didn’t kill her. I just... stopped.

The voice in my head went silent for one terrifying second.

Then it erupted.

"WHY!?" The scream was psychic, shredding the inside of my skull. It wasn’t just angry. It was betrayed. Devastated. "Why don’t you listen to me!? Don’t you like me!? I’m giving you everything! Sluts to fuck! Power to take! I’m helping you!"

The tone shifted wildly, from a possessive, sadistic lover to a petulant, wounded child. "You’re mine! My new darling! My perfect, handsome stud! You’re supposed to do what I say! We’re supposed to have fun together!"

Then it descended into a torrent of curses so foul, so creatively blasphemous and personal, they made every trawler’s insult I’d ever heard sound like nursery rhymes. It cursed Rina, Vesper, the maids, the beastkin, the world itself. And woven through the vitriol was a sobbing, childish cry.

"...my husband loved her more than me... his little bunny toy... he’d fuck her for hours and leave me alone... it was so... cold... so I took his favorite things and broke them... but you... you’re mine... my new darling... and you won’t even kill a stupid rabbit for me... you’ll protect these sluts... you’ll betray me too... I’ll kill them... I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you... I’ll make you watch... my darling... my perfect, disobedient darling..."

A spike of white-hot pain lanced through my skull, directly behind my eyes. It felt like a rusty nail being driven in. The vile, weeping voice in my head cut off mid-sob, replaced by a ringing, nauseating silence.

"Ugh..." The world tilted. My vision swam with dark spots. I stumbled back from Rina’s limp form, my dick slipping out of her with a wet, final sound. My legs gave way. I hit the cold stone floor hard, clutching my head as another wave of agony crashed over me. It felt like my brain was trying to claw its way out of my skull.

Everything went black.