Chapter 504: Chapter 504 - Temporal Freeze Zone’s Banging

Her tits swung in his grip. Her ass jiggled with every impact. Her whole body shook.

Her face was pressed into the dirt.

Six inches from the hairy pussy of the woman who had been pretending to be her husband.

She felt the tears on her face and did not know if they were from pain or overwhelm or the incubus heat filling her blood or the fact that everything she had thought she understood about this afternoon was wrong in ways she was not going to be able to sort out until much, much later.

She felt full. Impossibly, achingly, completely full. His cock reached parts of her that made her vision blur, that made her fingers curl in the dirt, that made the breath come out of her in sounds she had never made before and would never be able to describe.

’’Too deep,’’ she thought, desperately. ’’Too deep, too much, I cannot, I—’’

PHACK—

"AAANGHH~!!"

’’—I—’’

PHACK PHACK—

"HNGHH~!! NGHH~!!"

’’—do not want him to—’’

Her Truth-Sight opened.

She stopped trying to close it.

It looked at her, and she looked at it, and in the gap between one thrust and the next she held the truth she had been refusing: she did not want him to stop.

She had not wanted him to stop for a very long time.

Raven felt the shift in her body. The way the resistance drained out of her hips. The way her thighs opened slightly wider. The way her hands pressed flat into the dirt not to push away but to ’brace.’

He leaned down to her ear.

"Now you’re behaving," he said.

Her response was not a word.

It was a moan that started low and climbed — long and broken and entirely honest — the sound of a woman who has stopped arguing with her own body, her pussy clenching around him in greeting, her hips rolling backward to meet his thrust for the first time as a willing participant.

PHACK PHACK PHACK PHACK PHAAAAACK—

"MNNGHH~!! AANGH~!! HAAANGH~!! NIEENGHHH~!!! AAAAAAANGHH~~!!!!!"

The frozen world held still around them.

The crowd did not move. The dust did not fall. The child at the well did not blink.

Only her. Only him. Only the sound of it filling the stopped afternoon, her voice breaking and reassembling and breaking again, her body taking everything he gave it and making sounds that had no shame left in them.

Above her face: that hairy pussy, pink-lipped and tight and completely unaware.

Raven licked his lips and kept his pace and looked between the two of them — the wrecked, screaming wife beneath him, and the untouched, frozen prize waiting above — and smiled.

"Let your body enjoy it; I will give your husband a dick of this same size too."

He looked down.

Her ass clapped.

Each thrust sent the full, heavy cheeks rippling outward from the point of impact — the thick flesh spreading and bouncing back, the slap of it audible even over her screaming, her whole lower body shaking with the force of what he was doing to it.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AANGH~!! HNGHH~!! NGHIIEEE~!!"

She moved forward with every deep stroke.

Not by choice. By physics. His hips drove into her and her body slid one inch forward through the dirt, her knees dragging, her tits grinding against the hard ground through what remained of her dress, the nipples rubbing raw against the packed earth with every push. Her hands clawed the dirt and found no purchase and she slid another inch forward anyway.

He noticed.

He increased his speed.

PAH PAH PAAH—

"AAANGH~!! NOOOO~!! PLEASE—!!"

Another inch forward.

Her face was moving directly between the suspended thighs of the woman who had been frozen above her — the woman with the open shirt and the bare small tits and the trousers at mid-thigh and the hairy, tight, utterly untouched pussy that was now six inches from the crown of Rika’s head.

Five inches.

PAH PAH PHAAAAACK—

"HAAIYAANGH~!!! AAAAANGHH~!!!"

Four inches.

He pushed harder. Deliberately. Each snap of his hips shoving Rika’s limp, wrecked body through the dirt one more inch forward, her saliva leaving a trail in the grass, her nipples leaving red lines against the packed ground. He was not fucking her toward exhaustion.

He was fucking her into position.

Three inches.

Her face was between those frozen thighs now. The dark, soft hair of the pussy above her was level with her forehead. If she had been conscious enough to look up, she would have seen it framed between the spread thighs of the woman she called husband.

She was not conscious enough to look up.

Her eyes were rolled. Her tongue was out. Her aheago expression had not resolved in the last four minutes — her nostrils flared wide, saliva pouring freely from her open mouth onto the dirt, her ears flushed deep red to the tips, her lashes wet with tears that had stopped being from pain several minutes ago.

Two inches.

He drew back his hips.

He snapped them forward with the full weight of his body behind it.

PHAAAAACK—

"AAAAAAAAANGHH~!!!!"

Her face planted directly into the grass between those thighs.

Her nose six inches below that hairy pussy.

Her body finally still, twitching with aftershock, her ass cheeks still rippling from the last impact, her cunt gripping his cock in helpless, rhythmic clenches that she was not producing consciously.

Raven straightened.

He looked up.

The pussy was right there.

Level with his face. The lips pressed together, dark with hair, the inner folds barely visible at the seam — a body that had been compressed and bound and kept hidden for however long, maintained as fiction, and here it hung in the stopped afternoon completely exposed. The labia soft. The hair dark and slightly curled. The slit so tight it barely registered as open.

He licked his lips.

His cock twitched inside Rika, and she made a small, destroyed sound against the dirt.

He reached up.

His thumbs pressed against the outer lips and spread.

The pussy opened.

Slowly. The labia pulling apart with the soft, reluctant resistance of something that had never been touched, the inner walls pink and slick with what he recognized immediately — not arousal exactly, not yet, but the biological baseline moisture of an untouched cunt that had spent years suppressed. The folds spread for his thumbs and the seam opened and he could see the depth of it: tight, pink, and at the end of the visible passage—

The hymen.

Intact. Complete. A thin, pale membrane stretched across the canal like a seal.

His cock twitched again.

Hard enough that Rika whimpered.

He smiled at the hymen.

He pressed one thumb inward — not far, just the pad of it against the inner wall — and felt the tightness close around even that much contact. The muscles gripping involuntarily, the body responding to intrusion with the pure reflex of something that has never learned not to.

He chuckled.

"Virgin," he said, to no one in particular.

Below him, Rika’s ass was still jiggling from residual tremor.

He increased his pace.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"NNGHHH~!! AAANGH~!! HAAH~!! KYAANGH~!!!"

The sound of his hips against her ass filled the stopped street.

Rika’s body slid forward and pulled back with the motion, her nipples grinding raw against the ground, her saliva pooling in the dirt under her face, her tits bouncing beneath her with each impact.

She was begging.

The begging had stopped being words several minutes ago and was now simply sound — the continuous broken moan of a woman whose vocabulary had been replaced by sensation.

"Please — please — haah — aaahn — please — please—"