ebookslot Chapter 587 - 586- Morning In the Town
Chapter 587 - 586- Morning In the Town
The flesh of her ass quaked in his grip with each impact — the heavy, dense, mature meat compressing and releasing under his fingers, her body weight driving her down onto him with each lowering.Her heavy tits pressed against his chest.
The stiff nipples scraping against him, the dense flesh flattening between them.
He bounced her.
Hard.
The wet, continuous, brutal sound of her cunt being pounded in mid-air, his strength holding her easily, his incubus power fed and overflowing.
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!
"AAANNNH~!! Mmmph~!! Nnngh~!! HAAHH~!!"
He carried her around the room.
Fucking her as he walked.
Her back against the wall — PAH! — then turning, her face against the wardrobe — PAH! — then back to the bed, bending her over it, her heavy tits mashed against the mattress, her ass in the air, still holding her hips, pounding from behind.
PHACK PHACK PHACK!
"Nnnngh~!! Mmmph~!! Mmnnh~!!"
He came again.
The flood of his seed into her pussy — the third or fourth time, he had lost count — the warmth filling her, overflowing, running down her thighs in thick streams.
He pulled out.
Let her fall onto the bed.
She landed heavy and limp, her face in the pillow, her ass up, her cunt gaping and dripping, her hair a wild, sweat-soaked tangle.
He looked at the system window.
[BLOOD CONTROL — STABLE]
[TARGET VITALS — ELEVATED]
He smirked.
He could feel her heartbeat.
Fast.
Pounding.
Her body was responding to everything he did, even in sleep — the blood he’d commanded to pool in her cunt making her sensitive, making her body produce the continuous, helpless arousal that kept her wet despite her unconsciousness.
He flipped her onto her side.
Spooned her.
His chest to her back.
His cock — still hard, always hard — pressed against her ass, then found her cunt from behind.
He entered her.
PAH!
"Mmnnh~—"
Slow.
Deep.
The spoon position — his arm wrapped around her, his hand finding her heavy tit, gripping, kneading, pulling at the stiff nipple while his hips rolled against her thick ass.
He kept the blood flow high.
Kept her engorged.
Kept her helplessly, wetly, continuously stimulated.
"Nnngh~— mmmph~— mmnnh~—"
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### Five Hours — Dawn Approaching
The room smelled of sex.
Thick, heavy, undeniable — the scent of cum and sweat and her hairy cunt and the repeated, hours-long occupation of her body.
Naro lay on her back again.
Her body was marked.
Red fingerprints on her hips.
Bite marks on her heavy tits — dark, purple bruises where he had sucked and pulled and claimed.
Her nipples were swollen, stiff, aching peaks — sucked raw, the dark areolas puffy and sensitive.
Her cunt was a mess.
The hairy lips swollen and dark and gaping, a continuous stream of mixed seed and juice running from her, pooling on the sheet beneath her ass.
Her mouth was swollen.
Lips parted, puffy from the face-fucking, a thin crust of dried spit and cum at the corners.
Viktor was latched onto her left tit.
His mouth covered the dark nipple, sucking with the deep, rhythmic, greedy pull of a man feeding. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak, his cheeks hollowing, the wet sound of his sucking loud in the quiet room.
His cock was in her pussy.
He had been fucking her slowly for the last hour — the long, deep, rolling thrusts of a man who was savoring the end of a marathon, his hips pressing against her thick thighs, his cock buried to the root with each push.
PAH... pah... pah...
"Mmnnh~— mmmph~— nngh~—"
Her unconscious moans were soft now.
Continuous.
The exhausted, helpless, utterly fucked sounds of a woman whose body had been used for five hours and had nothing left but the reflex to receive.
He felt his climax building.
He sucked harder on her tit.
His hand found her right breast, gripping, squeezing, pulling the stiff nipple between his fingers.
His hips sped up.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"Nnngh~!! Mmmph~!! Mmnnh~!!"
He came.
The final, thick, flooding release — the heavy, hot pulses of his seed pouring into her womb, filling her to overflowing, the warmth spreading deep inside her.
The system window flashed.
[IMPREGNATION SUCCESSFUL]
[TARGET: NARO HAGEH — CARRYING SEED]
[BLOODLINE INTEGRATION: HIGH PROBABILITY]
Viktor smiled around her nipple.
He kept sucking.
Kept pumping.
Kept his cock buried in her seed-filled cunt until the last pulse faded.
Then he pulled out.
Slowly.
The wet, body-clinging withdrawal, her walls trying to hold him, failing, releasing.
He looked at her.
At the sleeping, used, thoroughly claimed woman.
At the heavy tits marked by his mouth.
At the hairy, swollen, cum-filled cunt.
At the thick ass that had taken his tail and his cock and his seed.
He leaned down.
Kissed her slack lips.
A light, almost tender kiss — the kiss of a devil who had finished his meal.
His hand lifted, going to her ass, pulling his own seat matting over her belly and then her boobs as he green-light hollowed her body, covering it as he cast her the healing aura—a ability belonging to his Saintess wife, Olivia.
He whispered against her mouth:
"You might be surprised in the morning."
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Dawn — Naro’s Room
Her eyes opened slowly.
The light that came through the window was the pale, watery gray of early morning — not yet gold, not yet warm, just the colorless announcement that night had ended. Naro stared at the ceiling for a long moment, her breath coming in slow, heavy pulls that lifted her substantial chest under the blanket.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Her mouth was dry. Her head felt thick, as though she had drunk too much wine, though she remembered no wine. She remembered lying down. She remembered tears. She remembered the young man — Victor — lying behind her, talking about his mother.
After that, nothing.
A blank, soft, velvety darkness that had swallowed the hours whole.
She sat up.
The motion was heavy, her thick body moving with the unhurried, dense solidity of a woman who had always been large and had learned to move accordingly. The blanket fell to her waist, exposing her shoulders, her chest.
She looked beside her.
The space was empty.
The pillow held only the faint, vague impression of a head — a slight depression in the fabric, nothing more. The sheets beside her were rumpled, but that could have been her own doing.
He was gone.
She was alone.
Naro looked down at herself.
Her clothes were intact — her blouse, her skirt, her underthings. Everything seemed normal. Everything seemed as it had been when she had lain down, except for a strange, subtle dampness between her thighs. A warm, slick, unfamiliar presence that made her shift her hips against the mattress.
She felt... open.
Not painfully. Not sorely. Just a faint, lingering awareness that something had happened in the night, though her body bore no marks she could see, no bruises, no evidence.
She did not hurt.
So she did not care.
She rubbed her head with one broad hand, her thick fingers pushing through her tangled hair. The motion was automatic, the gesture of a woman waking to another day of work. She stood, her heavy legs swinging over the edge of the bed, her feet finding the cold floorboards.
She inhaled.
And smelled food.
The scent was complex — rich, warm, carrying the same impossible, layered aroma she had encountered last night. The aroma that had made her body flush and her mind soften and her pride crumble.
Her stomach growled.
She moved toward the door.