Chapter 862 - 861- Got Two Women in single Night

Chapter 862: Chapter 861- Got Two Women in single Night

I turned to Seraphina. The president, who had been watching, was lying on her back. Her body, which was naked and spent, was waiting. Her anal, which had never been penetrated, was virgin. Her pussy, which had been fucked and filled, was leaking.

I climbed. On the bed. On Seraphina. My cock, which was still hard, was ready. The head, which was slick with Sofia’s ass and my cum, was dark. I positioned. At her anal. The entrance, which was tight and pink, was a new target.

"No," she whispered. The word, which was a protest, was the word of a woman who knew what was coming. "Professor, not there. I have never..."

I pushed. The head, which was slick, pressed against the ring. The sphincter, which was tight, resisted. The pressure, which was steady, was relentless. The ring, which was fighting, was losing.

"AAAH...!!"

Her scream, which was pain and shock, filled the room. Her body, which had been relaxed, went rigid. Her hands, which had been at her sides, flew to the sheets. Her nails, which were short, dug in. The pain, which was sharp and immediate, was the pain of a first anal penetration.

I pushed deeper. The cock, which had been at the entrance, went further. The walls, which had never been penetrated, stretched. The friction, which was raw, was a burn. She cried. The sound, which was continuous, was a wail. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Pah... pah... pah...

"OUNGH...!! ... professor...!! ... it hurts...!! ... AH...!! ... it is too big...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"

I started to fuck. The pace, which was slow at first, built. The thrusts, which had been shallow, went deep. The sound, which had been soft, became loud. The bed, which had been still, began to shake.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"AAANGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... stop...!! ... please...!! ... HIEEENGH...!! ... AAANGH...!!"

I pounded. The pace, which was brutal, was a claim. The anal, which had been virgin, was being broken in. The walls, which had been tight, were stretching. The ring, which had been pink, was red. The friction, which was raw, was becoming a pleasure.

I pulled out. The cock, which had been buried, emerged. The anal, which had been stretched, was gaping. The transition, which was quick, brought me back to Sofia. The dark elf, who was on the bed, was waiting. Her pussy, which had been dripping, was ready.

I pressed my cock against her pussy. The head, which had been in Seraphina’s ass, was now at Sofia’s entrance. The lips, which were hairy and swollen, parted. The head, which was dark and slick, pushed in.

She cried out. The penetration, which was vaginal, was different from the anal. The walls, which had been stretched by the anal, were tighter. The pussy, which had been untouched by my cock, was a virgin. The hymen, which was there, was a barrier.

I grabbed her hand. My fingers, which found hers, interlaced. The grip, which was a hold, was a comfort. A connection. The hand of a man who was about to take something and the hand of a woman who was giving it.

I slammed.

Pah!

"AAANGH...!!"

The scream, which was pain and loss, filled the room. The hymen, which had been a barrier, was gone. The blood, which was thin and red, leaked from her pussy. The fluid, which mixed with the cum and the arousal, was a mess.

I fucked her. The pace, which started slow, built. The thrusts, which had been gentle, became firm. The sound, which had been soft, became loud. Her body, which had been rigid, softened. The pain, which had been sharp, dulled. The pleasure, which had been absent, appeared.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... it hurts... but... HIEEENGH...!! ... it also... AAANGH...!!"

Her breasts, which were perky and full, moved with the rhythm. The flesh, which was light and firm, responded to each impact. The nipples, which were dark and stiff, pointed at the ceiling with each thrust. The motion, which was up and down, was a visual that I enjoyed.

My tail, which had been coiled, unwrapped. The appendage, which was prehensile, moved. To Seraphina. The president, who was lying beside us, was face-down. Her ass, which had been pounded, was raised. The anal, which was gaping, was open. The tail, which found the opening, pushed in.

Seraphina screamed. The sound, which was muffled by the pillow, was a vibration. The tail, which was inside her, began to vibrate. The frequency, which was rapid, hit the walls. The sensation, which was new and intense, made her body convulse.

I fucked both. My cock in Sofia’s pussy. My tail in Seraphina’s anal. The dual sensation, which was the tight grip of one woman’s virgin and the warm grip of another’s ass, was a feast. My hips, which were pounding Sofia, maintained their rhythm. My tail, which was vibrating in Seraphina, maintained its frequency.

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... HIEEENGH...!! ... AAANGH...!!"

"MMMM...!! ... MMMF...!! ... MMM...!!"

The moans, which were from two women, overlapped. The sounds, which were a chorus, filled the room. The bed, which was shaking, was a drum. The night, which was long, was a marathon.

I switched. From Sofia to Seraphina. My cock, which had been in the virgin pussy, moved to the ass. The transition, which was quick, brought me from one woman to the other. The head, which had been in Sofia, was now in Seraphina. The difference, which was the tightness of the virgin and the stretch of the ass, was a contrast.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"AAANGH...!! ... professor...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"

I fucked Seraphina. Hard. The pace, which was brutal, was a punishment. The anal, which had been broken in, was being remodeled. The walls, which had been stretched, were being reshaped. The sound, which was wet and loud, was a thunder.

I switched back. From Seraphina to Sofia. My cock, which had been in the ass, moved to the pussy. The transition, which was quick, brought me back. The head, which had been in the ass, was now in the virgin. The difference, which was the stretch of the ass and the tightness of the virgin, was a contrast.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"OUNGH...!! ... professor...!! ... AH...!! ... HAAANGH...!!"

I alternated. Between the two women. The pace, which was relentless, was a marathon. The thrusts, which were deep and hard, were a claim. The sound, which was continuous, was a symphony. The night, which was long, was a marathon.

I came. In Sofia. The cum, which was thick and hot, pumped into her virgin pussy. The seed, which was the incubus energy, filled her. The heat, which spread through her core, transformed her. The body, which had been thin and marked, filled out. The skin, which had been dull, glowed. The horns, which had been polished, shone.

I switched. To Seraphina. My cock, which had been in Sofia, moved. The head, which was still cumming, entered Seraphina. The seed, which was still pumping, filled her. The anal, which had been stretched, received the load. The heat, which spread through her core, was a continuation.

I alternated. Between the two women. The cum, which was continuous, was distributed. The seed, which was the incubus energy, was shared. The transformation, which was visible in both, was a claim. Both women, who were being filled and transformed, were mine.

The system popped.

[Target Acquired: Sofia — Half-Cow Beast-folk]

[Status: Wife — Impregnated]

[Gestation Period: 3 months]

[Ability Gained: Bull-level Physical Strength x100]

[Target Confirmed: Seraphina Voss]

[Status: Wife — Impregnated]

[Ability Gained: Weaponry Knowledge x100]

I fed both. My cock, which was still hard, was a tool. My tail, which was still vibrating, was an instrument. My hands, which were on both women, were a connection. The three bodies, which were intertwined, were a unit.

The night, which had been long, was a marathon. The sex, which had been continuous, was a feast. The women, who had been fucked in every position and in every hole, were spent. The bed, which had been clean, was a wreck. The room, which had been quiet, was a concert of moans and slaps and wet sounds.

I held them. Both. My arms, which were around both women, were a circle. Their bodies, which were pressed against mine, were warm. Their breathing, which had been ragged, slowed. Their eyes, which had been wide, closed.

The night, which was not over, was a pause. A rest. A breath before the next round.