Chapter 338- Chamber’s Destruction

Chapter 338: Chapter 338- Chamber’s Destruction

They moved to the chamber.

The warmth hit them like a wall. A bed vast and soft, draped in furs, lit by amber lamps that painted the stone walls in shades of gold and flame. The thick mother stumbled forward, her enormous tits swinging low, her thighs still slick with the bath and the blood and the seed. He pushed her.

She fell onto the bed.

The furs received her, her thick body sinking into the softness. She turned, her dark eyes wide, her mouth swollen from the throat-fucking. She started to cry. Not silent tears. Loud, broken, mourning wails that tore from a mother who had watched her daughter bleed and now lay waiting for her own turn.

"Please—" she gasped. "Please, not again—my daughter—please spare her—"

"Quiet," he said.

He grabbed her ankles. He pulled her to the edge. Her enormous ass hung off the bed, her legs spread, her ruined pussy and gaping anal both visible and leaking. He stepped between her thick thighs.

"Don’t—" she mourned. Her voice roared out loud, raw, a mother’s wail shaking the chamber. "Don’t make me—hnn—don’t make me again—"

He thrust in.

PAH—

His cock drove into her pussy. Nine inches. The walls, still wrecked from the womb-fucking, still loose and raw and desperate, gripped him with exhausted heat. She screamed.

"HAAAANGH—AAANGH—NIEENGHHT~!!"

Her enormous tits swung wildly from the impact, the heavy masses flying upward, the dark nipples dragging across her own chest and slapping her chin. Her hands clawed at the furs, her thick fingers white.

Beside her, the daughter trembled.

The girl, small and naked, sat on the bed. Her virgin cunt still leaking his cum and her blood. Her dark eyes streaming. She sobbed continuously, the small hiccuping cries of a child who had become a woman by force and didn’t know how to stop crying.

"Mother—" she cried. "Mother, don’t hurt her—please—don’t hurt my mother—"

He reached out.

His hand closed around the girl’s narrow waist. He pulled her toward him. She fell against his side, her small tits pressing against his ribs. He lowered his mouth.

Found her left nipple.

Sucked.

"HYAAAK—" The girl jolted. "MNGH—no—"

His tongue swirled around the small, dark bud. He sucked hard, pulling the virgin flesh into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing. His hand kneaded her right tit, the small mound yielding under his fingers, the dark nipple stiffening against his palm.

He fucked the mother while sucking the daughter’s tits.

PAH—PAH—

"HHNNGH—MOTHER—" The mother wailed. "HAAANGH—HE’S—HE’S TOO MUCH—HE’S RUINING ME—"

"Shhh," he grunted around the daughter’s nipple. He pulled back, letting the small, wet nipple pop free from his lips. "Take it. Both of you take it."

He pulled out of the mother.

The wet, dragging, obscene sound of his cock leaving her ruined pussy. The cum poured out, white and thick, pooling on the fur between her legs and dripping onto the floor. He turned.

Grabbed the daughter.

Pushed her down. She fell backward onto the bed, her small body landing beside her mother, her legs spreading involuntarily from the force of the fall. Her hairy virgin pussy—still torn, still bleeding, still stuffed with his earlier load—was exposed and glistening.

He plunged.

PAH—

"AAAAAIYAANGH—MOTHER—IT HURTS—HAAANGH—"

Nine inches buried in the daughter’s cunt. The tight, wrecked walls stretching again, the blood lubricating his passage, the cum from her womb squelching around his shaft in thick, frothy bursts. Her small tits bounced wildly from the thrust, her body jerking on the furs, her face contorted in pain.

"Fuck—" he groaned. "Both tight. Both fucking broken. Both milking my cock."

He switched.

Back to the mother. He pulled out of the daughter—wet, obscene, cock coated in pink and white—and drove into the mother’s pussy again in one brutal stroke.

PAH—PAH—

"OUNGH—HNNGH—GOD—" The mother arched. Her enormous tits slapped her own face, the dark nipples hitting her chin and lips. "HAAAIYAANGH—NOT AGAIN—NOT SO DEEP—"

Then back to the daughter.

He grabbed her hips. Flipped her onto her knees. Her small ass rose, her face pressed into the furs, her hairy cunt visible between her thin thighs. He mounted her from behind, his cock driving into her cunt in one brutal, full-length stroke.

PAH—PAAAH—

"HAAAIYAANGH—STOP—MOTHER—HELP—IT’S TEARING—"

The mother rolled toward her.

She grabbed her daughter’s face. Pulled it against her enormous tits. "Shhh, my child. It will go away. It will—hnn—stop hurting soon. Just hold me."

He pulled out.

Grabbed both of them by their hair. Pulled them together. He climbed onto the bed, his cock hanging heavy and slick, nine inches of dark, veined meat dripping with their mixed fluids. He pressed their faces together.

"Open," he commanded.

He pushed his cock between their tits.

He sandwiched himself.

The mother’s enormous, heavy, sagging breasts on one side, the daughter’s small, firm, budding tits on the other. He pressed them together, his shaft sliding through the valley of their combined flesh. The contrast—sagging, massive, dark-nippled and small, budding, tight—sent a jolt through his spine. The heat of their skin, the softness of their flesh, the way their tears made his path slick.

"Fuck—" he grunted.

He thrust upward.

His cockhead emerging from the top of their pressed-together cleavage, pre-cum dripping onto their chins and lips. He thrust again, the shaft dragging through the tight, hot tunnel of their combined flesh, the mother’s nipple dragging against his balls on one side, the daughter’s small breast bouncing against his thigh on the other.

"Your tits—" he groaned. "Both of them. Fucking made for this. Mother and daughter. Both wrapping my cock."

He lifted them.

One on each side. He grabbed their hips, positioned them on their knees facing each other. The mother and daughter, kneeling, their tits touching, their faces wet with tears, their eyes meeting in mutual horror and brokenness. He got behind them.

"Back to me," he said.

He pressed against the mother’s ass first. His cock found her pussy, drove in deep.

PAH—

"HNNGH—" The mother fell forward against her daughter. Her enormous tits crushed the small ones, the dark nipples dragging across the girl’s chest. "HAAANGH—"

Then he pulled out. Found the daughter’s cunt from behind.

PAH—

"AAANGH—" The daughter slammed forward against her mother. Their faces collided, their tears mixing, their lips brushing accidentally. "MOTHER—"

He alternated.

One thrust in the mother. One thrust in the daughter. Back and forth. The two of them pressed together, their bodies rocking with each impact, their tits grinding, their tears streaming onto each other’s cheeks. The mother’s thick body dwarfing the girl’s small frame, but both of them shaking identically.

"Please—" the daughter sobbed against her mother’s neck. "Don’t hurt Mother—don’t hurt her anymore—"

"Shhh—" the mother gasped, her pussy clenching around him as he drove back into her. "It’s—hnn—it’s alright. I’m alright. Just—hnn—breathe, my child."

He fucked them harder.

The bed creaked violently. The furs grew wet with cum and blood and tears and spit. The amber light painted their sweaty skin gold. He grabbed their hair, pulling their heads back, arching their spines, making their tits press together harder as he pounded both cunts in rapid alternation.

PAH—PAH—PAAAH—

"HAAAIYAANGH—AAANGH—HNNGH—" The mother.

"HNNGH—AANGH—HAAH—" The daughter.

At the table across the chamber, the succubus and Soha sat.

They ate.

Plates of roasted meat. Bread. A carafe of wine. The succubus’s enormous tits rested on the table edge as she leaned forward, her fork carrying a piece of meat to her lips. Soha sat beside her, her pregnant belly rounded, her dark nipples visible through the thin shift she wore, her hand resting on the dome of her stomach.

"Sah," the succubus said, chewing. She looked at the bed, her golden eyes tracking the way Cruxius’s hips blurred between the two kneeling women. "He is very energetic today."

Soha took a sip of wine. Her dark eyes tracked the scene—the mother and daughter being pounded together, their cries, their bodies rocking in mutual rhythm. She swallowed slowly.

"He’s cleaning them," she said quietly. Her voice carried the flat, knowing tone of a woman who had been similarly cleaned.

The succubus smiled.

"Cleaning," she repeated. She cut another piece of meat, her fork scraping against the plate. She chewed slowly, watching the mother’s enormous tits swing wildly as Cruxius pulled out of her and drove into the daughter. "With his cock. How thorough. How violent. I can smell their fear from here."

"They’ll stop fearing soon," Soha said. She took another bite of bread. Her eyes didn’t leave the bed. "They’ll start begging. They always do."

The succubus finished her wine.

She stood. Her dress fell from her shoulders in a single motion. The enormous, pale, heavy tits emerged, the elongated pink nipples stiffening in the warm air. Her blonde pussy was bare, glistening with demonic arousal, her thick thighs parting. She walked toward the bed, her tail swaying, her golden eyes fixed on Cruxius’s sweating back.

"Go eat," she said to the daughter.

She reached down, grabbed the girl’s dark wet hair, and pulled her away from her mother’s arms. The girl cried out, her small body dragged backward across the furs.

"Wait—" the daughter cried. "I—Mother—"

"Go eat," the succubus repeated. Her voice was flat. Throne Bishop flat. Commanding. Absolute. "Before I make you watch instead of feel. Your mother’s busy. Your mouth is empty. Fill it with food."

The girl scrambled off the bed.

She stood, trembling, her small body naked, her hairy pussy leaking—thick white cum and pink blood running down her inner thighs in warm, obscene streams. She rubbed her cunt with one hand, pressing her palm against the sore, ruined entrance, trying to stop the flow of seed. She whimpered, her legs shaking, her small tits heaving with her sobs.

She stumbled to the table.