Chapter 505: Chapter 505 - Stuffed Creampies in Deep

He was not listening to the please.

He was looking at the hairy cunt directly above her head.

He leaned forward over her body — his hands pressing into the dirt on either side of Rika’s hips, his cock still working into her from behind without breaking rhythm — and brought his face level with the frozen pussy.

He opened his mouth.

He pressed his lips directly against the hairy slit and sucked.

The sound was wet and deep and deliberate — not a kiss, a full drawing vacuum, his lips sealing around the outer folds and pulling, his tongue pressing forward into the seam.

His tongue entered her.

The flat of it pressing between the labia, finding the wet inner walls, the sex demon’s saliva entering the body of a woman who had been still as stone for the duration of the stopped afternoon.

It was not ordinary saliva.

It carried what he carried. The incubus warmth, the aphrodisiac heat, the biological weapon of a sex demon’s body deployed at its most intimate and direct — straight into the untouched cunt of a woman frozen in temporal suspension with her trousers at her ankles and her shirt open and her small pink tits pointing at the sky.

He felt it enter her.

He felt the way the body registered it even through the magic — the way the muscle walls twitched, the way the moisture level changed, the way the clit above his tongue swelled against the hood.

He found the clit with the tip of his tongue.

He rubbed.

Slow. Circular. The deliberate technique of a demon who has studied this particular instrument for longer than most civilizations have existed.

The frozen woman flinched.

Not much. Not a full movement — the temporal magic held her locked, the stopped-time field pressing against her from all sides — but her body responded anyway. A fine tremor moving through the suspended form. A bead of sweat appearing at her hairline that had not been there before.

Raven pulled his mouth back.

He looked up at her face.

Still frozen. Eyes still open, mid-expression, the fine jaw set.

But the tears.

There were tears.

One tear on each cheek. Thin and real, pressed against the skin by the temporal field so they could not fall, but present — produced by some part of her that was still experiencing while the rest was suspended.

He pointed at her.

He looked down at Rika, whose face was pressed into the dirt, whose whole body was still shaking, whose cunt was still milking his cock with the helpless grip of total overwhelm.

He snapped his fingers.

PAH—

"KIYAAANGHH~!!!"

Rika screamed into the dirt.

Above her, the frozen woman trembled.

The temporal field flickered — not breaking, not releasing, but stuttering the way strong magic stutters when the body inside it is fighting it. The fine tremor moved through her from head to foot. Her shirt swayed. Her small tits shifted. The tears on her cheeks moved one millimeter before the field caught them again.

Raven tilted his head.

’Strong,’ he thought.

Not many people could move inside stopped time. Not many people could feel anything at all. This woman had reached into the edge of the temporal field with pure physical will and made her own body respond to what her mind was processing.

He looked at the undead she had controlled. He thought about what that required.

He reassessed her.

’Interesting,’ he thought.

He snapped his hips forward — one long, brutal stroke into Rika — and watched the frozen woman’s jaw tighten against the field.

"So," he said, pleasantly, straightening over Rika’s trembling body, his cock still buried to the hilt in the wife who was currently unconscious between her husband’s frozen feet, "you are in love with this woman."

The temporal field held.

The tears on the frozen face did not answer.

But the jaw tightened further.

The tendons in the neck pulled taut against the suspension.

One more tear produced itself at the corner of the left eye.

"A lesbian," Raven said, the word carrying nothing except mild professional interest, the tone of a man identifying a variable. "But it seems your wife does not know. And it seems—" He looked down at Rika. At the way her body had eventually stopped fighting him and started taking him. At the soaked fabric around his cock, the destroyed panty and skirt, the raw red marks on her knees from the drag through the dirt. "—your wife does not prefer women."

He pulled his hips back.

He snapped them forward.

PHACK—

The full depth of the stroke transmitted up Rika’s spine and through the ground under the frozen woman’s feet.

The frozen woman’s tears fell.

Both of them.

Moving against the temporal field in slow, thick drops — the magic still fighting it, the drops barely moving, but moving. The field had held a trained mage’s body still for the entire duration of this afternoon and was now losing a battle against two tears.

Raven felt his cock pulse.

He felt the rhythm building at the base of his spine — the gathering pressure of a climax he had been managing for the last thirty minutes, held back with the lazy ease of a demon who does not rush things, now moving toward resolution with the particular urgency that watching a woman cry against her own magic tends to produce in certain types of monsters.

He grabbed Rika’s hips.

Both hands. Full grip on the wide flesh of her hips, his fingers pressing in.

He increased his speed.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"AANGH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! NOOOO~!! AAAAANGHH~!!!"

Her whole body jiggled. Every inch of her shaking from the impact, her tits grinding the dirt raw, her ass clapping back against him even now with the helpless rhythm of a body that had given up and committed, her pussy clenching and unclenching in the long, rolling contractions of a woman who had already come twice and was building toward a third.

Her saliva poured.

Her nipples were raw against the ground.

Above her face: the hairy pussy, wet now with his saliva, the inner walls swollen with his aphrodisiac, the clit visible and full beneath its hood, the body inside the temporal field fighting itself.

He felt the edge arrive.

He snapped his hips through it.

PHAAAAACK PHAAAAACK—

"AAAAAAANGHH~!!! NIIEEENGHH~!!!"

He released.

The load that left him was thick and heavy and hot — the full seed of a sex demon deposited deep into Rika’s cunt in three long pulses, the heat of it spreading through her like a secondary incubus field, the warmth flooding her belly from the inside.

Her scream went to nothing.

Her mouth was open. Her back arched. Her eyes were rolled entirely back, whites showing, her tongue pressed flat out of her mouth, her whole body locked in the full-body spasm of a woman receiving more than her nervous system can process at once.

Her voice was gone.

She made no sound.

She simply shook.

He pulled out.

The seed dripped — from his cock, from her cunt, through the torn fabric of what remained of her panty, down the inside of her thighs, soaking the bunched skirt. A thick trail of it following the line of his withdrawal and settling in the destroyed cloth.

She fell.

Completely limp. Face in the dirt. Arms out. The full dead weight of a woman whose body has finished everything it had to give and shut down entirely.

He looked down at her.

She was breathing.

He looked up.

He stood.

"Now... should we check your husband for a bit?"