Chapter 137: Debauchery (Part 3)
When Ayame reached climax, a flood of honey poured out, drenching the Dragon's head in tingling pleasure. Her delicate, tender flesh tightly wrapped around the Dragon's shaft, but Haruto endured this soul-devouring constriction and continued thrusting within the young beauty's warm, tight peach-blossom cave.
The slick, wet sounds of their union filled the room, a lewd testament to their passion. Each deep, penetrating thrust sent another wave of her sweet nectar trickling down her thighs and onto the sheets below.
The pink-haired, buxom beauty gasped weakly, her elegant brows slightly furrowed as a pained expression crossed her face.
Haruto stopped moving, his handsome face showing a loving expression.
"Ayame-nee, what's wrong?"
Ayame hummed softly in response, shyly saying, "It hurts..."
"It hurts... your... your size is too much for me right now," she whispered, her cheeks burning with a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation.
Haruto kissed her and smirked mischievously, "Really? I don't remember you being this fragile," he teased, his voice a low rumble against her ear as he gently rocked his hips, making her gasp. "Just last night, you were begging for more, screaming my name as you came around me."
Ayame's face flushed red as she panted breathlessly, emitting soft, delicate moans.
"No... no more... Mom... Mom is watching... I... I don't want to become like Sayuri..." she pleaded, her eyes darting to where her mother sat, a heated blush spreading across her chest. "I don't want to lose my mind and beg like a wanton slut in front of her."
Haruto thrust forcefully several times, his massive Dragon head breaching the Flower Palace. After grinding within the sacred, tender Flower Palace for a while, making the pink-haired beauty climax once more, he reluctantly pulled out.
He could feel her inner walls fluttering wildly around him, milking his shaft as another, more violent orgasm wracked her body. Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream on her lips as she convulsed around his invading length.
He rolled over and withdrew his large meat rod, then reached out to pull the young beauty into his embrace, giving her a deep kiss on the lips.
"Alright, since it's Kasumi-nee's fault, then next... Kasumi-nee, since you caused this trouble, you'll have to solve it yourself," he declared, his gaze shifting to the beautiful, mature widow whose breath was already coming in shallow pants. "You'll have to take every last inch of this aching cock until it's satisfied."
Unable to receive the hot essence irrigation, Ayame felt somewhat disappointed, but seeing her mother so close by, shame overpowered her already cooling post-climax desires.
She embraced Kasumi from behind, her jade-like hands caressing the snow-white, ample breasts that had once nurtured both her and Sayuri.
Her fingers plucked and pinched at the hardened nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from her mother. She then leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over Kasumi's shoulder before she bit down playfully, marking the sensitive skin.
Having watched Haruto's joyful Dual Cultivation with her daughter, the beautiful, mature widow had long grown restless with heat.
Compared to Ayame, who seemed open but was actually quite reserved, she was just as obsessed with these matters as Sayuri.
No, it would be more accurate to say that her eldest daughter Ayame had inherited her outward personality, while her younger daughter Sayuri had inherited her true inner nature.
Following the pink-haired beauty's movements, Kasumi let out a soft "mmph" as her snow-white, voluptuous body completely collapsed into Haruto's embrace.
"Haruto... kiss me..." she begged, her voice thick with desire. "Please, I need to feel your mouth on mine while you fill this empty, aching womb."
Haruto gently kissed her, "Kasumi-nee, get ready."
Just as Kasumi was about to respond, her soft, charming eyes suddenly widened, "Ah! Haruto... you're so bad! Slow down... mmm..." she cried out, the initial intrusion stretching her sensitive folds exquisitely. "It's been so long... you're so big... you're splitting me in two!"
It turned out that, with Ayame's assistance, the scorching Dragon had already pressed against her moist, tender Honey Cave entrance.
Simultaneously attacked from both front and back by her daughter and adopted son, Kasumi's breathing became rapid and heated.
Haruto continuously kissed her earlobes, whispering softly in her ear, "Kasumi-nee, Aunt Kasumi... Mother-in-law... Mom Kasumi..."
His whispers were a devilish temptation, each title more forbidden than the last. "Do you like this, Mom? Do you like how your son-in-law's thick cock feels buried inside his mother-in-law's tight, wet pussy?"
While uttering these increasingly stimulating terms, he moved the Dragon back and forth, repeatedly rubbing against the hot, slippery entrance of the Flower Valley.
The beautiful, ripe widow anxiously twisted her slender waist, trying to swallow the fiery Dragon to soothe the aching itch and burning heat in her body.
"Haruto... hurry... come in... I want you..." she sobbed, her hips bucking against his, trying to impale herself fully. "I need you to breed me, Haruto! Fill this widow's barren womb with your potent seed!"
Haruto buried his head, kissing Kasumi's beautiful peaks, gently sucking on the delicate buds at their tips.
The tender buds had long stood erect, like ripe little grapes, carrying a hint of sweetness when held in the mouth. Haruto continuously licked and sucked on the adorable buds.
He lavished attention on each breast, his tongue flicking and circling the pebbled peaks before sucking them deeply into his mouth, drawing muffled cries of pleasure from Kasumi. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pure need straight to her already dripping core.
The Dragon's head sensed Kasumi's sensitive Flower Valley becoming moist and slippery. Testing with a forward thrust, the tight Flower Path easily parted, then clung tightly again, as if welcoming a distinguished guest with open arms.
Kasumi leaned weakly in Haruto's embrace, her smooth, beautiful legs entwined with his, sighing and moaning softly.
Haruto held her slender waist tightly and thrust forcefully, embedding most of the Dragon inside.
Kasumi moaned, her arms wrapping around Haruto's waist, "It's hitting deep... so deep... you can't go any further..." she whimpered, feeling the head of his cock kiss a place deep inside her that hadn't been touched in over a decade. "You're pressing right against my cervix, my love... it's too intense!"
The sensitive Dragon's head felt the suction at the Mouth of the Flower Palace. Haruto's heart stirred, unable to suppress the desire to completely claim the pure widow's sacred Flower Palace.
He arched his waist, the massive Dragon's head striking the Mouth of the Flower Palace, causing Kasumi to let out muffled groans.
"Kasumi-nee... Ayame-nee and Yuri-nee can take it all, see..." he grunted, punctuating his words with another deep, probing thrust that made her eyes roll back. "Their cunts are stretched perfectly around my base. Don't you want to be a good girl and take all of me, too? To feel your womb yield and open for me?"
Ayame panted lightly, instinctively glancing at where the two were joined. Sure enough, three or four centimeters of the Dragon remained exposed to the air.
"Mmm... how can it be so big... I... can't take it... if it goes any deeper, I'll die..." Kasumi cried, her body trembling violently. "You'll rupture my very soul... ah! But it feels so good!"
Her face flushed crimson, her following words barely audible like a mosquito's hum.
"But... Ayame and Sayuri can do it... I... want to try too..." she confessed, the competitive spark of a mother not wanting to be outdone by her daughters finally overriding her fear. "I want you to break my cervix and flood my womb. Make me a mother all over again with your seed!"
Haruto thrust his waist, the Dragon pushing through the layers of tender vaginal flesh straight to the Heart of the Flower. The warm, tight sensation made him shiver with pleasure.
"Kasumi-nee, don't worry, I have experience. The first time might be a bit uncomfortable, but it'll feel good after that," he assured her, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just relax and let me in. Let me claim this perfect, mature pussy as mine."
Yesterday, afraid of hurting the widow who hadn't had experience in over a decade, Haruto had held back. Now he could finally complete the final step left undone from yesterday.
Compared to a young girl's tender body, a fully matured and voluptuous figure was indeed easier to develop. Haruto thrust deeply into Kasumi's flower valley, each time his dragon head solidly colliding with her core.
Gradually, the massive dragon sank deeper, with less and less remaining exposed.
The sight was mesmerizing; her slick, pink flesh struggled to accommodate his girth, stretching thin and translucent around the base of his shaft with every deep plunge. Each thrust was a lewd, wet slap of skin on skin, the room echoing with the sounds of their carnal dance.
Kasumi's eyes shimmered like spring water, her nose tip glistening with fine sweat as transparent, sticky honey dripped down her snow-white thighs.
"Gently... be gentle, please... ah... Haruto... you're being too rough..." she mewled, her pleas contradicting the way her hips met his every thrust, her inner muscles clenching him like a velvet vise. "You're pounding my very soul... ah! Right there! Don't stop!"
Her mature body, stimulated by these deep thrusts, let out delicate, shy moans. She instinctively spread her legs wider, her hands tightly clutching Haruto's waist.
Haruto plunged deeply into her tight honey passage, his hands lifting her rounded, perky buttocks to make her pale flower valley more prominent. The muscles in her thighs tensed straight, supporting young Haruto's fierce thrusts.
The massive dragon's insertion slightly dented the honey passage, while its swift withdrawal brought forth droplets of nectar from their union, splattering onto the bedsheet.
"Ahh... so... so good?.. ah..." she screamed, her body seizing up as another orgasm ripped through her. "I'm coming! Your cock is making me come apart!"
Kasumi's unrestrained moans, the sound of flesh colliding, and the wet friction of their lower bodies created a seductive symphony.
She clung tightly to Haruto, her smooth legs rubbing against his body in rhythm with their movements, her soft little hands pressing against his tense buttocks.
Her eyes were half-open, their depths swirling with dark light, long thick eyelashes constantly fluttering. Her brows slightly furrowed, yet her face showed pleasurable spring passion, her rosy lips appearing bright and tender.
The massive dragon, soaked in honey, fiercely assaulted Kasumi's snow-white, voluptuous body. The beautiful widow could no longer form complete sentences.
"Ah... ah good... slower please..." she babbled, lost in a haze of pleasure. "No, faster! Harder! I'm your slut, Haruto! Your personal fuck-toy! Use me! Breed me!"
She moaned incoherently, her fingers tightly gripping Haruto's back, her ample breasts pressing against his chest with each movement.
Ayame wasn't idle either. To help her mother suffer less, she continuously used her slender fingers and smooth little tongue to wander over the sensitive spots on Kasumi's back.
The pink-haired, large-breasted beauty sometimes licked the beautiful wife's snow-white neck with her delicate tongue, sometimes blew into her flushed ears, occasionally even sucking on the crystal-like jade earlobes.
She also used her slender jade hands to constantly roam over Kasumi's delicate body, her right index finger repeatedly touching and teasing the tender chrysanthemum bud.
Ayame's finger, slick with her own arousal and her mother's honey, pressed insistently against the tight, wrinkled pucker. She circled it slowly, applying gentle pressure until the muscle yielded slightly, allowing the very tip of her finger to sink into the forbidden warmth within, making Kasumi jolt and cry out.
With nearly all her sensitive spots being attacked simultaneously, Kasumi, as a mother, had never experienced anything like this. Her mature body completely softened, surrendering to her adopted son's manipulations.
Haruto lifted her smooth, muscular buttocks with both hands, raising her flower valley high as he forcefully impacted the slightly opened palace entrance.
Young Haruto felt the narrow flower path contracting rhythmically, the palace entrance opening to suckle the dragon head. Seizing this opportunity, Haruto thrust forcefully, the smooth, massive dragon head breaking through the barrier and completely entering the sacred flower palace.
There was a moment of incredible, tight resistance, and then a final, surrendering tear as the head of his cock pushed past her cervix and into the very depths of her womb. The sensation of being utterly and completely penetrated, of having her most sacred, inner chamber invaded, was overwhelming.
"Ah... You're inside! You're in my womb!" she screamed, her voice cracking with a mixture of shock and ecstatic triumph.
Kasumi first let out a cry of surprise, her beautiful face covered in crimson showing a flicker of pain. As the massive dragon fully entered, the thirty-something charming widow seemed to experience defloration once again.
But soon, under the dragon's thrusts, she began to feel an unprecedented pleasure. Her small hand, separated by a thin membrane of flesh, traced the outline of the dragon, and the sheer joy of being completely filled overwhelmed Kasumi's senses.
She could feel the outline of his shaft bulging in her lower belly, a tangible proof of his total possession. Each thrust was no longer just in her channel, but a direct, mind-shattering impact on the very core of her femininity.
Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed as the unfamiliar ecstasy peaked. Her beautiful body began to tremble, one uncontrollable shiver after another releasing alongside the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Don't stop... don't stop... Ah? Coming? ...Ah..." she wailed, her body seizing up in a cataclysmic orgasm. "I'm coming with your cock in my womb! Fill me! Impregnate me! I want to have your baby!"
Kasumi arched her snow-white neck, her chestnut-colored, slightly wavy hair cascading like water. Her fingers dug fiercely into Haruto's muscles.
The force, enough to bruise and draw blood from an ordinary person, could only leave faint red marks on Haruto's sturdy frame.
Haruto excitedly thrust with increasing vigor, the scorching, thick dragon plunging deep into the sacred flower palace. The smooth head of the dragon continuously rotated and ground against the delicate palace walls, sending the trembling, mature body to even greater heights.
He could feel his own climax building, a tight, hot coil in his base. "I'm going to fill you, Kasumi! I'm going to pump my seed so deep into your womb it'll never leave! You're going to be dripping with me for days!"