"Hot, haah♥ Haah♥"
Hours had passed, yet they remained entangled in each other, lost in their insatiable passion.
Vaelora and Ray were drenched in sweat and arousal, their bodies glistening in the dim light. The distinction between sweat and love juices had long since blurred.
"Vaelora, your riding skills are killer."
"Thank, aah! You. Aah♥"
Vaelora was straddling Ray, bouncing eagerly in the cowgirl position, her firm buttocks rhythmically slapping against his thighs. She rode him with a desperate hunger, her movements both refined and wildly uninhibited.
More than that, she had taken on the vulgar pose he had demanded—arms raised, hands behind her head. With every movement, her massive breasts jiggled freely, mesmerizing him.
Truly obscene.
She was exposing everything to him—her flushed face, her heaving chest, and the dripping slit that devoured him eagerly. Below her, Ray simply lay back, reveling in the indulgence of having a goddess serve him so fervently.
"Dick fluid, diiick fluuuiid♥"
"Vaelora. Do you like getting creampied that much?"
"Yess… Give me more, please."
She mewled like an addict, obsessed with the warmth of his seed filling her womb. It made her feel loved, claimed. If she wanted it that much, he had no reason to deny her.
"But how many times have I filled you up already?"
"Te… ten times♥"
Ray smirked. Thanks to his absurd stamina, he had managed to last this long. An ordinary man would have collapsed long ago. But years of relentless fapping had trained his endurance to monstrous levels.
Ten times. He had climaxed ten times.
Even he had his limits, but Vaelora wouldn't let him falter. Each time he came close to exhaustion, she blessed him anew, restoring his strength, keeping him hard and ready to continue.
"Vaelora. Here it comes again."
At those words, she picked up the pace, grinding down harder, faster.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Haah♥ Haah♥ Haah♥"
Her pink, swollen lips stretched around his cock, glistening after hours of relentless penetration. Though her body converted semen into magical energy, the sheer volume he unleashed overwhelmed that process. The result? A sloppy, dripping mess, erotic strands of thick white connecting their joined bodies each time she lifted herself slightly.
A truly obscene sight.
"This time, even if it bursts your womb, don't let a single drop spill."
"Pack it tightly!"
"Yes♥♥"
Vaelora clenched down, her walls tightening around him like a vice. Even her anus flexed as if trying to hold onto him, determined not to waste a drop.
Whirrr.
Another powerful release.
Thick, potent seed erupted into her womb, flooding her insides yet again. Vaelora convulsed, overcome by a shattering orgasm, her trembling body finally giving out as she collapsed against Ray's chest, her heavy breasts pressing against him.
"Even now, you're still gripping me so tightly?"
"Haah… haah… it's exhilarating…"
"Good job."
He stroked her firm, round ass, relishing the way she shivered under his touch. Then, a curious thought crossed his mind.
"Lift your hips a little. I want to see how much I've filled you."
Vaelora hesitated, her face heating with embarrassment. "If I do… it'll spill out…"
"We were going to pull out anyway. Let me see."
"O-Okay…"
With a whimper, she lifted herself, struggling to accommodate his sheer size. The moment his cock slipped free, a lewd squelch echoed, followed by a slow, steady drip of thick white fluid from her overstretched entrance.
"Relax and open yourself for me."
Though clearly embarrassed, Vaelora obeyed, spreading herself with trembling fingers, letting him witness the obscene aftermath of their lovemaking. The sheer volume pouring out of her was mesmerizing.
She bit her lip, looking conflicted.
"If you don't want it to go to waste," Ray mused, "clean it up yourself."
Her eyes sparkled. "Oh? Really?"
"And while you're at it," he smirked, "pay some attention to the top, too."
"Yes♥"
The goddess's enthusiasm never failed to amuse him. She leaned forward, diligently licking up the mess, her tongue tracing his cock with reverence before taking him into her warm mouth.
Her technique was flawless—a mixture of deep kisses, soft sucks, and teasing licks. It was clear she was eager for more.
Ray grinned, stroking her hair as he felt himself stirring again.
"Looks like it's going to be a long day."
*******
After for who knows how long
Ray woke up to the sharp scream of a woman.
"Kyaaah!"
His eyes snapped open, his head still groggy. His arms and legs felt restricted, and as he tried to move, he realized he was bound. Panic surged through him momentarily, but his confusion quickly took over.
'Where… am I?'
Looking down, he noticed he was no longer naked. Instead, he was clad in thin, worn leather armor. The scent of damp hay filled his nostrils, and as his vision adjusted, he took in the surroundings—a small, run-down hut. Haystacks were piled up in the corner, and wooden crates were scattered across the floor.
Then, voices from the next room caught his attention.
"Stay still, you bitch."
Smack!
The sharp sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the wooden walls.
"Damn, look at those tits jiggle when she struggles."
Ray's expression changed. His instincts told him something indecent was happening just beyond that door.
He tested the strength of his restraints. With just a little force, the rope snapped like a twig. His eyes widened in surprise.
'Was I always this strong?'
No time to dwell on it. He needed to check what was happening. Moving with silent steps, he approached the door and peeked inside.
The sight before him made his blood boil—and, against his better judgment, his dick stir.
In the center of the room, a nearly naked woman was tied to a wooden pillar. Her arms were bound above her head, her mouth gagged with a cloth, muffling her cries. Her clothes were in tatters, her ample breasts completely exposed, bouncing slightly with every tremor of her body. A shredded skirt barely clung to her waist, the only thing concealing her womanhood being a thin, damp pair of panties.
There were three men in the room.
A scar-faced thug stood behind her, a cruel grin on his lips. A fat bastard with greasy hands was roughly groping her breasts, squeezing and pinching as if testing their softness. The third man, a lanky figure, stood guard near the entrance, arms crossed, smirking as he watched the scene unfold.
"They're a damn handful," the fat one chuckled, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "I've never seen tits this big up close."
His fingers pinched her stiff nipples, tugging them outward.
"Heh, getting turned on, are we?" he sneered. "Your body's honest, huh?"
"Mmmhhm!!"
The woman let out a muffled groan, her face twisting in humiliation.
The scar-faced man leaned in, dragging his tongue along her cheek, leaving a trail of saliva as he fondled her. His other hand trailed lower, sliding between her trembling thighs.
"Haha! Already reacting, Serah? You're soaking wet down here."
Her body flinched as he pressed his fingers against her clothed slit, rubbing firmly, he pressed his finger inside.
"Mmmph!"
Her hips jerked involuntarily.
"Oh? That was a cute reaction," he laughed.
Hooking his fingers around the fabric, he tore the panties away in one rough motion, baring her completely.
"Alright, enough playing around," he said, positioning himself behind her. "Time to get serious."
He grabbed her leg, lifting it slightly as he aligned his dick at her entrance.