"He's only two months, and already so active!" she said, feeling the faint movements within.
"Of course, he's active with all the shouting and bouncing," Oga murmured, only to receive a playful pinch.
"Whose fault was that? You rode me for hours." Zamira complain, yet her expression says otherwise
"Not my fault. Who told you to have such a great figure?" Oga shamelessly replied as they both laughed.
Oga truly meant those words, her curves were off the chart.
Oga held Zamira, reveling in the happiness of welcoming new life.
Besides fulfilling his dream of fatherhood; which he never experienced during his past life, now he was given an opportunity.
"Your talk with Yimir bore fruit?" Zamira inquired.
"Quite fruitful indeed, a shame I couldn't clone myself" Oga murmured
"...."
Zamira could see through this husband of hers, of course he would seek to use it for that, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. 'I wonder how he's going to react when I….'
Meanwhile, Oga observed the round table with razor, and ointment
"Come, sit down," Zamira beckoned. "Your hair and beard have grown quite a bit; let me trim them."
"Since when did you become a barber?" Oga teased as he settled into the chair.
"Who knows?" Zamira giggled, reaching for his robe.
"But why are you taking my robe off ?" Oga raise his brow.
"How else am I supposed to wax you?" Zamira shamelessly replied
"What about the silk and ointment?"Oga inquired
Only to receive a cheeky grin.
As the haircut began, a rather unexpected question was directed at Oga. "Did you sleep with Myra?"
"I ended our relationship," Oga replied without hesitation, "but I won't lie—I was with her one last time."
"I see," Zamira said thoughtfully. "Let's leave it at that. It would be quite awkward if she were to become pregnant. You understand, right?"
"Of course," Oga assured her. "I'm not that careless. I made sure to take precautions."
"Precaution?" Zamira asked.
" Backshots!" Oga replied playfully, only to receive a death glare.
"..."
Did Oga truly end his relationship with the sexy City Lord of Bervin? Not rreally. Myra is kinky. And now and then, he would need to visit the Bervin.
Half an hour later, Oga was given a mirror. His hair gleamed softly under the light, and his beard, now a tidy stubble, framed his face perfectly. The cool breeze brushed against his skin, a gentle reminder of his newfound smoothness.
"I love it, but you shouldn't have done this yourself, my love. Quo and Laura are paid for this service," Oga said, smiling.
Zamira's gaze remained fixed on Oga, who stood bare before her. Even at a flaccid state, his monstrous cock was a mouth-watering feast.
The light cast shadows on his finely chiseled body, giving him an otherworldly aura. His captivating form, with muscles that seemed carved by the gods themselves, drew her in.
The sight of his sculpted abs and intricate tattoos adorning his skin made her heart race and her mouth dry. She needs a drink of this tall glass.
"Is there something on my face?" Oga asked, looking confused.
"Only my lips!" Zamira replied, throwing herself into his arms, causing them both to tumble.
She didn't cease her exploration; her kisses trailed further southward. As Oga attempted to rise, only to surrender.
Zamira sat upon his face, as her fingers encircled his penis..
Each gentle caress swells and pulsates.
"Have you forgotten you're pregnant?" Oga voiced his concern.
"Did that stop you from treating me like a mare?" Zamira quipped back.
His tongue softly teased her asshole, "Fair enough!" There was no rebuttal or witty comeback he could muster, she had him beat.
Zamira's fervent bobbing became reminiscent of Nylah the throat goat.
Zamira would stick out her loaded tongue with a big smile.
Such a provocative scene flips a sadistic switch in Oga's mind.
A formless pressure pulled her head downward forcing the entirety of his meat down.
"Don't leave a crumb!"
*gwOCK*
*gwOCK*
*gwOCK*
Five minutes of nonstop bobbing.
"Oga, wait!" Zamira barely got the dick out.
Oga momentarily paused, as Zamira swallowed her fill
"What's wrong?" Oga looked up, his lips glistening.
"Fetch the silk!".
"Why now?" It was just getting good, yet she halted it for mere silk, 'What is she thinking?' Yet it didn't take long for his mouth to be floored.
"Fuck me as you do that big-breasted slut, but in your Fallen transformation!" Zamira pleaded, her eyes wild.
"She's not though," Oga muttered, his voice trailing. "I prefer the term Night Wench."
Zamira's eyes narrowed. "Call her what you will, but she and rest are nothing more than cum dumpster with lofty title, tradition permitted. Or do you want to keep correcting me?"
"I didn't take you for the possessive type," Oga replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, this jealous side of her was a huge turn-on.
"What woman in her right mind wouldn't be….when faced with such massive…." Zamira hesitated, struggling with her words.
"Faced with what?" Oga's gaze softened, silently urging her to continue.
Zamira's cheeks flushed, and she turned away from the one-eye monster. "Just tied it up," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
'So she knew about the orgy,' Oga's awkward smile. 'And Gayle too?'
"Stop overthinking!" Zamira cut through his thoughts. "You sure the baby will be alright?" Oga scratched his head nervously.
"I am not a mortal; you needn't worry. Pour your seed into every hole. It won't reach him!" Zamira whispered, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Do you care to join me in a little wager?" she added with a smirk.
"what's the wager?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"In the next six hours, if you can make me stay in bed for three days, you win. If not, I'll remain your only wife, just as your father had one wife," Zamira declared with unwavering determination, her voice firm and resolute.
Oga was taken aback, unsure how to respond. Accepting the offer would alter his plan, but rejecting it wasn't an option either.
Zamira brought a lot to the table, with her exceptional skills and vibrant personality, not a moment was dull with this woman.
As for his father and mother, Oga knew too well...Baba indeed didn't take another wife, but that doesn't mean he didn't have a few bastards running around, they simply were not welcome into the main house. Their mother was quite similar to Zamira.
A smile slowly formed on Oga's face. All he had to do was not lose—how hard could that be?
"Then I accept, tonight you'll become this King's toilet…. " Oga proclaimed boldly
Zamira, who had only been teasing, was taken aback by his response. She hadn't anticipated her jest to be taken seriously.
"But if I win, you must not challenge or question my authority going forward!" Oga said.
Zamira paused her action, having just finished tightly tying the silk around Oga's testicles. She looked up, incredulous.
Of all the men Zamira had been with, none had ever driven her this crazy. Yet this young husband, not even in his late thirties, had completely captured her mind and body, forever ruining her for any other man!
Zamira couldn't bear the thought of seeing Oga fall for another.
"I will hold you to this, however, it's only fair you honor our vows…." Zamira declared, her voice resolute as she continued.
"No illegitimate children can enter the family registry, and you are forbidden from bringing women into our bedroom or bedding the servants."
Oga paused, absorbing the weight of her words, and then responded, "Since I made the promise, I will honor it!"
Zamira's eyes sparkled with determination. "Then I agree. I won't interfere as long you keep our vows. And let me be clear, Oga—I am serious about the servants. If any of them become pregnant by you, that will be the day it rains blood.
I will not tolerate such disrespect, especially from those of lower status. I can make an exception for Nylah and the others, but no more than one child each...Our home will not become a circus…."
Before she could continue, Oga stuffed her mouth, once more. "I've already promised…I don't like repeating myself, stop yapping and eat up!" Oga whispered.
*gwOCK*
*gwOCK*
*gwOCK*
Zamira stood there, stunned once again.
"Have you calmed down?" Oga demanded, his voice firm. She nodded submissively.
"That's a good wife. Drink up daddy's milk," he said, satisfied.
"Now, stand on your tippy toes and put an arch in it," Oga emphasized his command with a firm slap.
Zamira yelped.
"Like this?"
"You seem quite skilled at this," Oga remarked.
"Anything for you, darling," Zamira purred, her voice filled with affection and playfulness. She admired Oga's confidence and appreciated his assertive nature., so how could she be mad that he shoved his dick down her throat to pacify her.
But her response only earned her an even firmer grip. Oga held her butt, spreading them apart.
Oga's face drew closer. "Not bad, you've taken care of yourself," Oga complimented, his warm breath brushing against her bare skin.
"Stop fidgeting and hold your stance! I haven't had my fill yet," Oga commanded.
"Did you just come?" Oga couldn't help but chuckle. His wife was like a waterfall.
"Your tongue is doing something strange…" Zamira's breath quickened.
"Why deny it?" Oga's voice dripped with contempt. "You were already trembling after my first strike. Admit it—you find a twisted pleasure in this, don't you? The thrill of being degraded excites you. It seems the lady of House Maverik has a taste for such abuse."
"You're too much… I'm a Thornbrick now," Zamira pouted.
"Did you know your mother enjoys being gagged like some common whore?" Oga said, smirking.
"Oh, please stop!" Zamira cried, her voice trembling. "He'll grow up with a twisted mind if you talk like that."
"You worry too much," Oga replied dismissively. "He's only two and a half months to understand what we're saying."
"That only applies to humans…Mmm... oh, wait, not there." Zamira's breath hastened.
It was too late; Oga's vibrating tongue had already teased her towards a second release
"I didn't know you could do that," Zamira managed to say, her stance crumbling.
"You just don't listen, do you? Now I have to punish you again!" Oga exclaimed, gripping her ass before she could slump to her toes.
The clapping sound of Zamira's big bouncy ass continues….
Meanwhile, the silk continued to strangle Oga's testicles, each thrust his rod became even more fiendish.
The rich aroma of Oga's meat filled the room, its succulent juices overflowing onto the wooden floor.
" You had enough!" Oga commanded, pulling her by the hair.
"Do you not want to remove that?" Zamira had a look of concern and abject horror, the veins and dark reddish hue his meat was given, frighten even her.
"The silk remains, for now," Oga said
Even as his penis turned crimson.
"It's time you brought out your trump card, you must have one right? Or do you plan to lose? I can still go for another 6 hours!" Oga declared.
"...."
"Are all those with a bloodline like this?" Zamira asked, though she already knew the answer. It seemed impossible, yet Oga had been at it for nearly six hours.
Without waiting for an answer, Zamira's body began to shift, moving with the grace of a contortionist. Her towering height of 193 cm elegantly diminished to a statuesque 180 cm, barely reaching Oga's elbow.
Gazing up at Oga stood the breathtaking 27-year-old Zamira. Her features had transformed from her past life; she no longer had an ivory complexion. Instead, her skin now carried a rich tan, resembling that of Middle Eastern women.
Her once dirty blonde hair now flowed in a raven-black cascade, framing her delicate face. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with a mysterious allure. Atop her head sat two elegant horns, reminiscent of Priscilla's.
"My gift to you!" Zamira said.
There were now two more butt-naked Zamira.
"...."
A gentle breeze played within their hair, carrying the delicate scent of wildflowers, intoxicating like the lure of a siren.
Oga was drawn to the scandalous scene, as though she read his mind all three women find themself embracing the same man!
"Don't hold back!" She teased, her voice sultry.
"Once I've had my way with you, you might be bedridden for a month instead of three days!" Oga growled, " So, open wide!"
Oga finally took the silk off, and like a geyser, his batter came pouring out. All three women did as instructed, kneeling to receive their blessing.
Zamira continues to savor the taste. "Number 1, clean up the floor, and Number 2, Eat his ass!"
"Put it here," Zamira spread her pussy open as she held onto the balcony.
"Ooh!" Oga couldn't contain his joy, three holes, and an overflowing batter.
Despite her best effort, Oga drove forward, overwhelming her coiling pussy, Zamira's horns tightly held.
The worse of it was Oga withstand her octopus-like grip, which had left dozen of men breathless in three strokes, yet his fat cock kept pounding relentlessly.
In obedience to her master's command, Number 1 followed the peculiar trail of semen left behind
Zamira's pussy wasn't the only thing being spread apart.
Not to be outdone, Number 2 had Oga's ass firmly in her grip, surprisingly this bitch was strong.
The cool sensation of Number 2's tongue snaking into his crack, caused his balls to swell, his large penis did the unthinkable and grew.
Zamira's banshee-like screams travel around the estate. Everyone and their mom heard it!
"...."
"This was truly the best gift, my love!" Oga said as a matter of fact.
He wasn't wrong for the past hour, his semen has not ceased.
Oga grasped Zamira's horns and lifted her head, compelling her to meet his gaze.
Zamira's eyes widened. "Did I allow you to look away?" he growled, slamming his hips once again.
"Mmm!" Zamira moaned loudly
"Answer me," Oga commanded, his voice unwavering.
"No, my love," Zamira responded swiftly.
"Oga's command was sharp and clear. "Tell Number 1 to watch my rhythm. I want her to respond precisely with each movement.'
Zamira, overwhelmed by the moment's intensity, struggled to catch her breath. Her voice wavered as she asked, 'And what about Number 2?' Her question hung in the air, punctuated by the surge of sensations coursing through her uterus."
"Number 2 is doing a fantastic rim job!" Oga grunted
"Number 1, come back..." Soon after, Number 1 felt a sharp smack against her face—Oga's ostrich-sized testicle.
"Match the timing!" Zamira squeal
"Can I also impregnate your clones? " Oga asked with high expectations.
"I don't know, but they lack autonomy, and before you ask; I can't replicate others," Zamira said
"So it's not a no, and can you keep them around indefinitely?"
"No…" Zamira replied
"That's a shame!" Oga felt regretful, yet the sensation of clapping Zamira was the best. None of his lovers could compare.
This was an experience of a mature woman. Yet if Nylah or Yaya was to hear his inner thoughts they would roll their eyes.
"That's a pity," Oga thought, a pang of regret lingering in his heart.
Meanwhile, Number 2 continued to savor his ass, and Number 1 finally found her rhythm. As for Zamira, she kept leaking like a faucet.
"Fucking a triplet, truly is magical…we must do this more often!" Oga grinned
"You…"
Even his grin was sexy…
'This wasn't how it should have gone!' Zamira has thoroughly lost...
Her husband's stamina was simply monstrous.
Not only had he violated every hole, but here he was attempting to impregnate numbers 1 and 2, his greed was too much.
"I can't feel my legs, switch me out!" Zamira cried out!
With only half an hour left, Zamira surrendered. She had expected the ordeal to end at dawn, an hour earlier, yet Oga had no intention of stopping.
The wager dragged on for Zamira and her duplicate. Oga loaded their pussy with his lively fertile semen, an unrelenting onslaught for the next three days and night.
The sounds emanating from the fourth floor of the estate left everyone flushed red.
"Who would have thought my brother had it in him, right ladies?" Nuu remarked, glancing at the three women lounging on the bed beside him.
They had been waiting for Oga for three days, their impatience growing with each hour. Now, tired of waiting, they found solace in each other's company.
"You have no room to speak!" Sage retorted. "How could you be so rough with your pregnant wives?"
"That's what they requested," Nuu replied casually.
"Udder, are you not done yet?" Nylah asked, her irritation evident.
"Almost!" Yaya responded, her breasts pressed against Nuu.
"Aren't you going overboard? How many more times do you want to go?" Sage interjected.
"Hmph, not my fault he enjoys it," Nylah said, sticking out her coated tongue.
"Say something, Nuu," Sage urged, disbelief in her voice.
"Ha... Yaya, switch out with Nylah. I'll rest my head on your lap," Nuu said as he released himself over her chest.
"You're too much! What happened to me eating your ass?" Sage sighed.
"I've already told you, Priscilla doesn't like other women infringing on her territory." Nuu raised his hands helplessly. "My ass belongs to my Consort," he said shamelessly. "And that ass of yours belongs to Oga."
"Come here, Yaya, let me help clean you up," Sage said, scooping up the batter from Udder. Despite her wild love for Nuu, no one had truly pleasured her ass like Oga did.
"Does she suck better than me, Nuu?" Sage asked as she continued her attention on Yaya.
"Why ask when you already know?" Nylah giggled, holding onto Nuu's lengthy 11-inch member.
"..."
"Do you think Hilda will come today?" Yaya hurriedly changed the subject.
"Of course, that little slut will show up. She can't help herself. I'm shocked she hasn't gotten pregnant," Sage replied.
"Don't jinx it!" Nuu said, sweating.
"Ha... Are you scared of little Phi? Give me a break!" Sage teased.
"I have a question, Lady Nylah," Yaya interjected, causing a brief pause.
"Go on," Nylah said, pausing her actions.
"Which size do you prefer: Lord Oga or Lord Nuu?"
"..."
"..."
Both Nuu and Sage were curious about her answer.
"Nuu," Nylah said.
"Eh?" Both women were taken aback.
Nuu grinned smugly. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Hold on, Nuu, let me finish," Nylah continued. "I prefer Nuu because he's easier for women like us to handle.
Oga, on the other hand, is way too girthy. It's like swallowing a kanabo; sucking Oga can make your jaw lock up." Both women nodded in agreement.
"..."
Meanwhile, back on the fourth floor….
Gayle, unable to intervene, returned each day. Finally, on the third day, the bedroom opened. What she witnessed left her in sheer awe. The first thing that struck Gayle was Oga's potent semen.
"Get her clean and have the chef prepare a banquet for the fourth-floor dining hall! Inform my brother and his family to join." Oga commanded, reclining in his chair.
He held a tome in one hand, took a sip of wine, and gazed down at his masterpiece.
Zamira, stripped of all clothing and slathered in his baby battered, her holes filled. Meanwhile, her duplicates continued to take turns pleasuring Oga.
Oga, observing the scene, 'So they remain even when Zamira's unconscious. It seems she must issue the final command.'
"Three, Madame..." Gayle began, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Just do as you're instructed and stop asking questions!" Oga snapped, his frown deepening. "Do I need to replace you?"
Quickly, Gayle bowed in apology. "There won't be a next time, Milord. I promise!"
"I will hold you to it. Also, I'll need you to summon these seven individuals: Sir Gregor, Phi, Febian, Sadi, Yaya, Nylah, and Sage.
Have them wait in the third-floor lounge three hours from now. I'll meet with each of them individually," Oga instructed.
"Yes, Milord. How about the gathering? Will that be rescheduled?" Gayle promptly inquired.
"The schedule does not change. Inform them!" Oga replied.
Not long after, Gayle quickly followed the levitating Zamira through the adjacent door. They soon entered a small bath that adjoined their opulent bedroom, its serene ambiance contrasting sharply with the intensity of the previous room.