Chapter 879 - 878 - Invite to the Latest Thick-Bred Mare

Chapter 879: Chapter 878 - Invite to the Latest Thick-Bred Mare

I pulled her dress up. The fabric, which had been clinging to her legs, rode up her thighs. Past her knees. Past her hips. The panties—white cotton, practical, the same kind her daughter wore—were visible. I pulled them down. They fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

Her pussy was thick. The lips, full and dark, were covered with hair—black, like Yuki’s, but thicker. The mound, which was full, was wet with rain and something else. I could smell her through the downpour.

I grabbed her thighs. Thick, soft, strong from years of standing and walking. I lifted. Her back pressed against the wall. Her legs, which I held apart, wrapped around my waist. My cock, which had been hard since the balcony, found her entrance.

I pushed in.

She was tighter than I expected. The walls, which had been unused—or used gently, by a husband who was past his prime—gripped. The heat inside her was a contrast to the cold rain. I groaned. My hips drove forward. The cock, inch by inch, sank into her.

"HNNGH—!! ... it’s... it’s too big—!! ... Lord Ktorian—!! ... please—!!"

I didn’t stop. I pushed until I was buried. Her belly, which was soft, pressed against mine. Her breasts, heavy and wet, were against my chest. Her face, which was turned away, was pressed against the stone.

I pulled back. Slammed.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"AAAH—!! ... oh gods—!! ... HAAAH—!!"

Her moans, which were raw and unpracticed, were the moans of a woman who had not been fucked like this in years. Maybe ever. The sound was desperate. Hungry. The sound of a body waking up after a long sleep.

I fucked her against the wall. Each thrust drove her into the stone. The moss, which cushioned the impact, scraped her back. Her hands, which had been on my shoulders, found my hair. She pulled.

I turned her. Spun her around. Her face pressed against the wall. Her ass, thick and round, pushed out toward me. I grabbed her hips. My cock, which had been inside her, found the entrance again. I pushed back in.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH—!! ... yes—!! ... more—!! ... HAAANGH—!!"

My tail, which had been coiled at my waist, unwound. The appendage, scaled and prehensile, slid between my legs. Between her legs. The tip, which was slick with rain, found her ass. The hole, which was tight and untouched, puckered at the contact.

I parted her cheeks with my hands. The tail, which was thin at the tip and thick at the base, pushed. The sphincter, which had never been breached, resisted. I pushed harder. The tip entered.

"NO—!! ... not there—!! ... please—!! ... it’s—!!"

The tail vibrated. The pulse, which was a low and constant frequency, sent shockwaves through her body. Her pussy, which was full of my cock, clenched. Her ass, which was full of my tail, clenched. The double penetration was a fullness she’d never felt.

"AAAH—!! ... what is—!! ... what is that—!! ... OH GODS—!!"

I fucked her. My hips, which drove forward, pounded her pussy. My tail, which was buried in her ass, vibrated. The two sensations—cock and tail, pussy and ass—merged into something she couldn’t process. Her body, which had been rigid, went loose. Her moans, which had been loud, became sobs.

I grabbed her breasts from behind. The flesh, heavy and wet, overflowed my hands. I pinched the nipples. Hard. She screamed. I bit her shoulder. The teeth, which were sharp, left marks.

I turned her again. Lifted her. One leg in the air. My cock, still inside, drove upward. The position, which was obscene, made her look like a woman being taken against a pole. Her body, naked and wet and muddy, was a mess. Her face, which was pressed against the wall, was covered in rain.

I carried her to the window. The parlor window. The glass, which was fogged with condensation, showed the inside. Mr. Tanabe was still at the desk. Still reading. Still happy.

I pressed her face against the glass. Her breath, which was ragged, fogged the window further. Her eyes, which were wet, found her husband through the fog.

"He’s happy," I said. I fucked her while she watched. Each thrust pushed her against the glass. The pane rattled in its frame. "He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care."

She cried. The tears, which mixed with the rain, ran down the glass. "He is happy," she whispered. "Thank you, Lord Viktor. Thank you for helping us."

I slammed. The final thrust buried me to the root. My cock, which had been twitching, erupted. The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her. Rope after rope. The heat, spreading through her core, made her gasp. Her body, which had been impaled, convulsed. Her pussy, clenching, milked. The walls, gripping, squeezed.

I pulled out. The cum, which had filled her, leaked from her pussy and ran down her thighs. The fluid, white against her dark skin, was washed by the rain.

I slapped her ass. The sound, sharp and wet, echoed in the garden. Her flesh, thick and heavy, rippled with the impact. I grabbed her breast one last time. Squeezed. Milk—thin and white—beaded at the nipple and ran down my hand.

"From now on," I said, "I’ll be visiting you regularly. This pussy is mine. Understand?"

She trembled. Her eyes, which had been on her husband, found mine. She nodded.

"Make sure you attend the competition tomorrow at the academy. I want to see you there. Watch your daughter play."

I bit her ear. The teeth, which were gentle, were a claim. She cried. The tears, which fell, were not from pain.

"Indeed," she whispered. "I will be there."

I looked at her. At the body, which was naked and wet and muddy. At the breasts, which were leaking milk. At the pussy, which was dripping cum. At the face, which was a mess of tears and rain and smeared lipstick.

"Should we go to your bedroom?" I asked. "Your husband will be busy for a while."

She bit her lip. The gesture, which was the same one Yuki made, was a surrender. "I... I have some back pain."

I chuckled. "Then I’ll heal you. And fuck you until you’re strong enough to walk."

I lifted her. Princess carry. Her body, which was heavy and wet and naked, settled against my chest. Her head, which fell against my shoulder, was light. Her eyes, which were closing, were at peace.

I carried her through the garden. Through the rain. Through the back door. Past the maid, who saw us and said nothing—her eyes widened, her mouth opened, then closed, and she turned away. Up the stairs. To the bedroom.

Inside the parlor, Mr. Tanabe looked up from the documents. "Where is my wife?" he asked the maid.

The maid, who was standing by the door, didn’t blink. "Madam went to the parlor to rest. And Lord Ktorian has retired to the guest bedroom to sleep."

"Oh, let him sleep," Mr. Tanabe said, waving a hand. "Let him sleep. The man saved our family. He deserves rest."

He turned back to the documents. The fire crackled. The room was warm. He was happy.

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, his wife was naked on her own bed with another man’s cock inside her. Her face was pressed against the pillow that smelled like her husband. Her body, which was being fucked, was responding. Her hips, which had been still, moved. Her pussy, which had been filled, clenched. Her moans, which were muffled by the pillow, were the moans of a woman who had stopped fighting.

I fucked her until the rain stopped. Until the candles burned low. Until her voice, which had been screaming, became a whisper. Until her body, which had been rigid, became liquid.

And when I was done, I pulled out. Came on her belly. Watched the cum pool in the soft dip of her navel. She lay there, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling.

"Tomorrow," I said. "The competition. Be there."