Wylis closed the distance, crushing his mouth against hers with the force of a starving man. His lips claimed her. His tongue pushed past her lips in a filthy, hungry thrust. He kissed her like a brute, like a conqueror, like a man making sure his mark was branded into her mouth. There was nothing tender in it, only raw want, only the hunger that surged through him the instant she said those words.
"Mmmh…" Wenda had to rise on her toes just to meet him properly. She wasn't a romantic woman, had never been one, but even she closed her eyes and let the moment consume her. His mouth was so hot, so wet, his kiss so overpowering, that it left her helpless, breath stolen from her lungs.
Wylis devoured her like he had missed her taste. Her lips were rougher now, her breath sharper, but she was still wild.
She met his tongue with her own, clashing, wrestling, until he overpowered her. His tongue plunged deeper, twining with hers, sucking, claiming her mouth until she moaned into him. Their kiss grew messier, wetter, spit slicking their lips and smearing down their chins as they groaned into each other's mouths.
When he finally broke from her lips. He pressed hot, possessive kisses over her cheek, his tongue dragging lightly over the scar that made her so unmistakable. He kissed both her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, then her forehead, an almost maddening mix of tenderness and brute hunger, before pulling back, towering over her.
"Are you…" Wenda couldn't believe she was out of breath. "Are you busy tonight?"
"I am," Wylis replied, and handed the babe back to her. "With you."
"Ah!"
He picked Wenda up like a bride, all the while she held their son in her arms. He walked over to the soft bedding and placed her down on it, her head landing on the pillow.
Wenda was quick to put their sleeping son on the side and add pillows on each side so he wouldn't roll over. Then she quickly sat up over the bed's edge and fumbled with Wylis' breeches. While she worked on trousers, he removed his surcoat, then his tunic. In mere blinks, he was butt-naked, throbbing hard in her tight grip that struggled to hold him.
"Bloody gods! You're still a monster…" Wenda murmured as she circled her fist around his thickness. She gulped audibly and lowered her lips on his bulging, thick head. "Mmmmh… Don't… Don't you dare laugh."
He didn't, and put his hand on her head, feeling her hair under his palm. She had tied it into a loose braid, looking lovely. And when her lips kissed him there, he sipped a deep breath.
"I-I know… Can't risk getting bitten now."
Wenda chuckled and squeezed her grip around the base of his shaft, and pulled the foreskin roughly. As the purple tip bloomed, she licked her lips and stretched her mouth around his girth. Her other hand fondled his balls.
Her mouth was hot and sloppy, sucking him in with noisy, wet pulls. She took him on like a challenge, lips stretched taut, spit bubbling at the corners.
"Mmmhh—fuck!" she moaned around his cock, gagging and still pressing deeper, as if daring him to break her.
It shocked her all over again. She'd had him in her mouth before, yet it still felt insane, the sheer girth, the weight, the heat. He was thick like a weapon meant to tame cunts, long enough she felt small, delicate, almost girlish with his cock filling her face. And the scent of him, sweat, iron, and pure man. It made her squirm like a maiden in heat.
"Ugh~"
Her throat caught; the tickle hit, gag reflex clawing. She fought it down and shoved herself harder onto his length, tongue stroking tight along his shaft, smearing spit until he was slick. The more she drooled, the messier it got, strands of saliva stringing from her chin as she bobbed.
She dared to look up, watery eyes meeting the smirk on his lips; A challenge. She snarled through her nose and dragged him deeper.
"Ughkk!" she choked, fists clutching his ass to pull her own face forward, swallowing half his manhood at once. Her head pumped, gurgles spilling as her mouth slopped wetly around him, spit dripping down her chin. It was filthy, depraved, and she loved it.
"Gaaaaah! Seven hells! I… I really can't… take it all… fuck!" Wenda gasped, yanking off, hand stroking furiously as her throat burned.
Wylis chuckled, deep and rough, before thumbing her robe open.
She got the message. Tossing her robe aside, she stood bare before him without shame, still panting from the wreck of his cock. Gods, he was so big she felt dwarfed by him; from behind him, one might not even notice she was there.
Yet she stripped quickly, tugging off her smallclothes, revealing skin soft as velvet stretched over her curves, but she was fuller now with maternal weight. She was still a lethal beauty, freckled with those wide, ripe hips.
Wylis's hands claimed her instantly. His hand slid up her neck, across the swell of her breasts. No longer small, full now, heavy, nipples dark and stiff, ready to nurse. He groaned at the feel, then stroked her belly, not flat but soft, alive with proof of her strength. His palms mapped down the flare of her hips, wide and lush, built to bear him children.
"You're beautiful… Wenda." He said and pushed her back onto the bed. She sank into the furs, head on the pillow again, her chest rising high as she met his hungry gaze.
Wylis crawled over, a hulking shadow covered her, blocking the torchlight behind him as he spread her thighs apart.
To Wenda, it was like being dwarfed by a mountain, his body looming like a giant wall over a pebble. She looked up wide-eyed, caught like a goose in a snare, breath hitching as his rough palms slid under her thighs.
His fingers sank deep into her plush thighs as he pushed them wide, utterly baring her to him. His gaze locked on her pussy, pink, lush, glistening wet, the slit parting like a flower blooming under his force. A neat patch of brown curls crowned her mound, but lower, her lips gleamed, soaked in want.
"Mmmmh! Fuck!" Wenda cursed as he lowered himself flat between her legs, his breath hot on her aching cunt.
Wylis looked up, catching her eyes as his lips curled into a smirk. "I guess the real feast begins now."
"Hah—oooh!"
Listening to her chuckle, he buried his mouth against her petals, devouring her pussy with a growl. His tongue drove into her slit, lapping, plunging, fucking her with sloppy, relentless strokes. His mouth worked her like a beast, drinking her wetness, spreading her lower lips wider with every lick.
"Seven hells!" Wenda's head shot back, her moans wild. She'd never been delicate, but he wrung sounds from her throat she hadn't made in years. His palms pressed her thighs up and out, pinning her open as his tongue slithered deep, then flattened to lap broad and messy over her clit.
"Oooooh—Gods! S-Slow down… I'll… s-scream… too loud!" She gasped, hips bucking helplessly.
He went harder, faster, growling into her cunt as his tongue ravaged her folds.
Plap!
Wenda slapped both palms over her mouth, muffling the scream that tore through her. Her eyes, however, betrayed her, rolling, brimming with bliss. Her whole body trembled, her womb tightening as if it remembered him, as if it ached for his seed.
Wylis felt her shudder, felt her on the brink, and he doubled down. Tongue stabbing, poking, sucking her clit until she broke.
"Mmmmmph~"
She climaxed on his mouth, her meaty thighs trembling, cunt spasming as her juices coated his beard.
He didn't care. He licked it up, took it all, face soaked in her heat like it was his penance. His way of apologizing for leaving her, for the year she'd been alone. Tonight, she'd have her fill of him.
Wenda went limp against the furs, arms flung over her head, chest heaving, eyes wet and dazed. Her belly rose and fell in ragged breaths as the blush burned her cheeks.
Wylis crawled up over her, spreading his knees against her hips, caging her beneath his massive frame. He pressed himself fully into her, gazing down at her flushed, fragile-looking body. Fragile only compared to him. He loosened his hold, her legs falling apart naturally to rest against his hips. He lowered, kissing along her neck, grazing her pulse with his lips.
"Mmmm… you feel like… a warm blanket," Wenda moaned, arms winding around his thick neck, feeling his lips glaze her own. "Oh!"
She felt his shaft, hot and rigid, dragging against her soaked cunt. Her body trembled, still raw from her climax, mind hazed in bliss.
Wylis' lips trailed lower, kissing down her collarbone. Then his huge hands claimed her breasts, kneading the heavy swells. He squeezed… her milk spilled, hot and wet, soaking his palms. Her tits had grown full and heavy with milk, more than a handful for most men, but in his grasp they were easily contained. He clawed greedily at them, then lowered his mouth to latch onto a stiff peak.
"Mmmmh! Gods, you're such a baby… ohhh~" she moaned, writhing as he suckled hard.
Wylis chuckled against her breast, drawing her maternal nectar deep into his mouth. He didn't care for the taste, but the act itself made his cock throb. It was filthy, primal, perfect. As he fed from her, his hips shifted, grinding, his thick cock humping against her slit, dragging slick over her lower lips, teasing but never pushing in.
He left her first nipple raw and aching, dragging his mouth to the next. He drew harder, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud, pulling more nectar from her. The scent was strong, fragrant; something holy turned filthy. A mother's tits meant for a babe, now suckled by her lover, her womb about to be filled again.
"Wenda… open… your mouth… wider. Tongue out."
She obeyed, dazed, watching him lift his face above hers. Insanity, pure shamelessness. She'd have stabbed any other man for it. But this man… he'd stolen her womb, and nearly her heart.
Then she saw it, and gods, it melted her from the inside. His mouth opened, and her own milk dripped from his lips into hers. She held her tongue out, swallowing it like the shameless whore she'd become, and fucking loved it. Her pupils blew wide, her chest heaved, every feminine place inside her ablaze.
My god! This is so… hot!
Wylis groaned low. He hadn't expected her to take it, much less relish it. Watching her drink her own nectar from his mouth nearly broke him. He gulped, his cock twitching, aching, barely restrained.
Once again, he seized her thighs, massive palms spreading them higher, pushing her knees up until her spine arched and her tits pressed together between them. She was folded open completely, vulnerable and lewd underneath his colossal frame. He squatted there, cock dangled thick and heavy at the gates of her core, glistening with her juices.
"Put it in… Wenda."
"Mmmmh… with pleasure, you lovely beast!" Wenda growled, snatching his cock and guiding it to her slit.
He instantly thrust forward, driven by need. The swollen head speared into her cunt, and fuck, she was tight. His teeth clenched, eyes shutting as her cunt clamped down, a hot velvet seal around his girth.
"Seven hells…" he hissed. "You're still… fucking perfect."
"Mmmm—aaaah!"
Her gasp broke into a cry, her hands clawing the sheets as inch by inch he fed her his length. Sticky, wet sounds filled the air, each push dragging slick from her folds, each pull sucking him back in.
Schlk… Slurp~
"Gaaaaah! F-feels like… I'm a virgin all over again!" Wenda writhed, thrashing her head, unable to believe she could still feel this tight after bearing his son.
"Fuck… likewise… you're choking me, Wenda…" His voice cracked with strain. He kept steady, controlled, not wanting to tear her apart. With his size, roughness could easily break her. But still he sank deeper, feeding her what she begged for.
Her cunt clung, every inch squeezing, sealing perfectly around him. He felt owned by her heat, gripped like a fist made of wet silk.
"Ummh… I… I can take it… Wylis. Don't hold back… I… I'm Wenda the… White Fawn!" She panted, eyes rolling.
Her words lit a fire in him. He pressed harder, hips grinding forward until at last he buried his entire, insane length. His balls slapped her ass as he bottomed out, battering her womb.
Wenda gasped sharply, slapping both hands over her mouth to muffle the scream. It was so much, so thick, so deep. She could feel him in her belly, heavy and alive, throbbing against her cervix. Her cunt stretched around him, every nerve sparking.
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, and the sight nearly broke her. His sculpted frame loomed, muscles chiseled like stone, while she was folded beneath him like some fragile maiden. Toes curled high, tits pressed between her knees, her body utterly taken.
Her gaze dropped, saw his thick pubes grinding flush to her swollen rim. Her voice shook. "I… f-fill me… fill your bandit whore… again…"
"Shhh…" Wylis pulled his cock back. Her body arched, chest heaving as if he'd torn her soul out with his cock. "You're no whore. Bandit? Sure… but mine. Just mine."
Plap!
His hips slammed home again, wet and brutal.
"Aaaaaa-mmmm!" Wenda's muffled cry burst past her hands, body quivering as the obscene sounds of their fucking filled the tent.
He rammed into her with the whole, colossal length of his cock, thumping on her womb like a siege ram knocking at her heavenly gates. Each plunge carried the weight of him, hammering deeper, relentless, like he sought to mold her insides with his shape.
The bed shrieked with every thrust. Wenda's body jolted under him, her back arching with each crushing, pounding stroke. He locked eyes with her, sweat dripping from his brow. When it rolled down his nose, she opened her mouth and drank it without a second thought, like it was his gift.
That added fuel to his fire.
Wylis grinned, leaned down, and kissed her savagely. Her legs had to fold higher against her chest to fit him, but she took it, hungry for it. His lips bruised hers, then he pulled back, face tight, knowing the edge was near.
"Ooooh… I'm coming… f-fuck… leave some space… dammit!" she gasped.
His brows furrowed until he realized what she meant. He pulled back just a fraction, kept hammering into her flushed cunt, and then it hit. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing him like a vice as a flood burst from her.
Splshhh—plap! Squelch!
Juice sprayed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything.
"Ahhhhh!" Wenda's scream split the air as she arched, shaking, her entire body wracked by that messy climax. Her nails clawed at his chest, her belly quivering as her cunt gushed for him, leaking down her ass in a sinful, filthy torrent.
Just as she finished, Wylis was there.
"Ughhh—me too," Wylis groaned, never stopping, his thrusts squatting hard, drilling down into her deeper, faster, balls smacking her ass over and over.
Her face twisted into pure bliss, eyes rolling, mouth wide, moans breaking raw and mindless.
"A-Are you sure? Inside?" he gasped, nearly gone.
"Yes~!" she cried, clutching him tight. "You want more… as do I… ooooh—pour it all in my womb!"
"Ummh… you're… the best, Wenda…!"
Right on the brink, Wylis shifted. He wrapped his huge arms around her waist, and in one staggering motion, he pulled her whole body up as he sat back, settling onto his bottom. She ended up perched on his lap, splayed wide open, his cock sunk balls-deep inside her still.
The second her weight settled onto his throbbing length, he exploded. His arms locked around her soft frame, squeezing her body flush to his chest, her milk painting his chest. Her legs, stretched wide by sheer necessity, clamped around his hips as his cock erupted.
"Mmmmh~ I can… feel it. Oh yes! Fill me up!" She whimpered against his lips, kissing him wildly, tongue shoving into his mouth as though devouring him whole.
Wylis ground into her, slow and relentless, his arms keeping her on his lap. Spurt after spurt flooded her, cramming her cunt with his seed. He felt it pump out, felt her slick heat swirl with his own, overflowing, dripping out and painting their thighs with the sticky mess. She was so tight, so hot, drenched in a pool of his virile seed, and he fucking loved it. The more he pumped, the more it spread, and the more he groaned into her mouth, drunk on the feeling of being buried inside a willing cunt.
"Ooooooh gods!" Wenda's head fell back, her spine arched, her tits pressed to his chest as she trembled.
Her eyes clenched shut, lips parted, her entire body shuddering as she felt every pulse, every stream filling her womb. She basked in it, ruined, spent, utterly owned, memories renewed from their last time.
They stayed there, panting, trembling together. His cock softened but stayed buried in her, plugged deep. He hugged her closer, pressed kisses to her swollen lips again and again, unable to stop himself.
It was like a victory reward. And sure enough, it really was.
Ting!
[Name: Wenda, Wenda the White Fawn
Age: 23
Occupation: Ex-bandit
Current Loyalty: 70%
Status: Impregnated]
Seventy? That's a lot for a bandit.
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