ebookslot Chapter 595 - 594- A Mother’s Plea
Chapter 595 - 594- A Mother’s Plea
She was crying.Not the delicate, pretty tears of a woman performing sadness — the ugly, raw, snotty, body-wracking sobs of a woman whose grief had been cracked open like a ribcage on a battlefield. Her face was pressed against the wet tile, her cheek flattened, her mouth open, drool and tears mixing in a warm pool beneath her jaw. Her heavy tits were mashed against the floor, the stiff nipples scraping the grout lines, the dark areolas visible through the soaked, transparent blouse.
He was lying over her.
His full weight pressing her into the tile — his chest against her broad back, his hips against her thick ass, his cock buried in her anal. The position made her cheeks compress between their bodies, the dense, mature flesh of her ass flattening and churning like dough under a rolling pin with each thrust.
PAH PAH!
"NGH~!! HAAHH~!!"
He fucked her with the slow, grinding, claiming rhythm of a man who was in no hurry. Each thrust pressed his hips against her ass, the flesh compressing, the sound wet and heavy and obscene. His cock moved inside her anal with the thick, dragging resistance of a tight, never-used channel being forced to accommodate something it was never meant to take.
"They were evil, right?" he whispered.
His voice was warm against her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
"The ones who killed your family. They were evil."
Naro sobbed.
The question opened the wound wider — the memory rushing up through the floor, through the tile, through her body, filling her with the vivid, bloody, screaming truth of what had happened.
"Indeed," she cried.
Her voice was muffled against the tile, broken, the voice of a woman speaking from inside a grave.
"They killed them. They killed my husband. My— my child. They held me down and made me watch."
PAH!
He drove deeper.
His cock stretched her anal open, the tight ring of muscle gripping him with the desperate, involuntary clench of a body trying to expel an invasion. The texture of her — ridged, ribbed, hot, crushing — squeezed every vein, every ridge of his shaft. He could feel his own cockhead through the thin wall separating her anal from her cunt, the bulge of it pressing forward into her body.
He fucked her harder.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANNNH~!!♡ NGH~!! HAAHH~!!"
Her belly bulged.
She didn’t notice.
The thick, blunt head of his cock, driving deep into her anal, pressed against the inner wall with enough force to create a visible ridge in her lower stomach — a shifting, moving bump that appeared and disappeared with each thrust, the outline of his cockhead visible through her skin. She was too consumed by grief and sensation to look down, to see the obscene map of her own violation written on her belly.
He could see it.
He watched it — the bump, the movement, the proof of how deep he was — and his cock throbbed harder inside her.
"You watched them die," he said.
Not a question.
A prompt.
"Tell me," he whispered.
PAH PAH!
"NGH~!! I— I was held— by two soldiers—"
Her voice broke.
Sobs tore through the words, ripping them apart.
"They held my arms— my knees— I couldn’t move— I couldn’t—"
PAAAH!
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡!!"
He drove deep on the word ’couldn’t’, the thrust punctuating her failure, his cock reaching further into her anal than before.
"My husband— they— the sword—"
She was hyperventilating.
Her heavy body shook beneath him, her thick ass clenching and unclenching around his cock with each wave of grief, the anal muscles milking him involuntarily.
"My child— she screamed— she screamed for me— and I couldn’t—"
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡♡!! NGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
He fucked her through the memory.
His tail moved.
It slid between her thick thighs — the warm, articulate, demonic appendage finding the gap between her legs, the tip brushing against the hairy, swollen, wet lips of her cunt. She gasped, her eyes widening, her body jerking forward against the tile as the tail pushed into her pussy.
"Wh— what—"
PAH!
He drove his cock deep into her anal while his tail entered her cunt.
Both holes.
Filled simultaneously.
The thin wall between her anal and her pussy was compressed — his cock on one side, his tail on the other, the two pressures rubbing against each other through her flesh, creating a sensation so overwhelming that her mind simply stopped.
"NGH~!! HAAHH~!! WHAT— WHAT IS—"
He twisted her face.
His hand on her jaw, turning her head, forcing her to look back at him over her shoulder. Her tear-streaked, flushed, ruined face met his violet eyes.
He kissed her.
His mouth covered hers, swallowing her screams, his tongue pushing in. She slurped — the wet, helpless, involuntary sound of a woman being kissed while being fucked in both holes, her mouth working against his without coordination or consent or thought.
"Mmph~— slrrp~— mmnnh~—"
His tail vibrated.
Inside her cunt, the appendage began to pulse — the incubus power running through it, creating a low, constant, devastating hum against her inner walls. The vibration traveled through the thin wall into her anal, where his cock was buried, and the two sensations merged into a single, overwhelming, annihilating wave of pleasure-pain that made her arch.
Her back curved.
Her heavy tits lifted off the tile.
Her ass rose.
The cobra pose — her spine arching, her chest lifting, her head thrown back against his shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes wide.
He fucked her in the arch.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡!! NGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! HIEKKK~!!"
His cock drove into her anal from below while his tail vibrated in her cunt from above, the two forces meeting inside her body, pressing against her womb through two walls of flesh. Her heavy tits swayed beneath her, the dark nipples hanging, dripping with sweat and condensation.
Her internal thoughts were gone.
Shattered.
There was no ’thinking’ anymore — only the grief and the pleasure and the two of them merging into a single, devastating thing that was neither and both.
’My child. My child. My child. His cock. His tail. My child. The sword. The scream. The vibration. The fullness. My child. His mouth. The tile. The blood. The cum. My child. My child. My—’
Her pussy erupted.
The orgasm hit without warning — the vibration against her walls, the pressure in her anal, the grief in her chest — all three converging in a single, catastrophic explosion that made her cunt clench hard around his tail and spray.
She squirted.
The thick, pressurized stream of fluid shot from her cunt, around his tail, across the tile, hitting the side of the tub with an audible ’splat’. Her body convulsed, her back arching further, her heavy tits swinging wildly.
"AAANGHH~!!♡♡♡!! I’M— I’M—"
And then the second wave.
Her bladder released.
The loss of control was total — her body, overwhelmed by the dual penetration and the grief and the orgasm, simply surrendered every function. Warm urine joined the squirt, running down her thick thighs, pooling on the tile beneath her, mixing with the water and the soap and the cum.
She cried.
The shame of it — the hot, stinking, animal shame of pissing herself on the bathroom floor while a man fucked her ass — made her sob harder.
"I’m sorry—" she gasped. "I’m sorry— I couldn’t—"