Chapter 507: Chapter 507- Tomboy Getting Some Hard Fuck

He looked at the blood dripping from his cock onto Rika’s back.

He looked at the outline of himself in the belly of the woman above.

He looked at the two pink nipples pointing at the sky, hard and stiff and flushed at the tips.

He leaned forward.

He opened his mouth.

He took the left nipple between his lips — the full soft areola filling his mouth, the stiff peak pressing against his tongue — and sucked.

Hard.

The sound he produced was wet and deep and deliberate.

The body above him shook from scalp to ankle.

He released the nipple.

He looked up at her face — the tears, the shaking jaw, the eyes that were fighting the remnants of the field to look anywhere except at Rika below.

"I am going to fuck you both," he said, "until I am satisfied."

He sucked the right nipple.

SLRRRP—

The broken field flickered. The blood continued its slow fall onto Rika’s spine.

"Congratulations," he said, against the soft warm skin of her tit, his cock fully seated against the new depth of her, "on your threesome."

He smiled against the pink flesh.

"Same cock. Both women. Again and again."

He looked down at Rika’s unconscious face.

He looked up at the wrecked, bleeding, shaking woman above.

He increased his hips.

PAH—

"AAANGHH~!!!"

From above: a sound she could not hold.

Her mouth opened for the first time.

And what came out was not a word and not a scream and not a moan but something between all three — the raw, broken, entirely involuntary sound of a woman who has held every wall she has ever built for her entire life and has just had every single one of them taken in the same afternoon.

PAH PAH—

"NGHH~!! AAANGH~!!"

He thrust.

He thrust again.

The blood dripped on the unconscious wife below and the frozen world held its breath and in the stopped afternoon there was only the sound of him — taking both of them, one awake and one not, one crying and one gone, in the particular patient thoroughness of a sex demon who has made a promise and intends to keep it.

He would give the wife a cock.

He had not said whose body it would be attached to.

He had not said it would not be both.

He looked between the two women.

He smiled.

He snapped his hips forward and made the belly bulge press outward another half inch and listened to the sound that produced and decided, with the serene satisfaction of a demon in his element, that one night was going to be exactly enough.

For him.

For them — it was going to be considerably longer.

PHAAAPLL!!!

The blood was still warm on his cock when he started moving again.

Not fast. Not yet. The first strokes were slow — deliberate, the full drag of his length pulling back through the tight grip of her virgin walls and pushing forward again, the canal reshaping around him inch by inch with the particular resistance of a cunt that has never had to accommodate anything and does not know how to begin.

PAH—

"Mmhh—!!"

The sound that came from her was muffled. Not by his hand — by the temporal field, by the suspension, by the fact that the scream she wanted to produce was larger than what her throat could push through the half-broken magic holding her still. It came out compressed and wet and small.

"Mmhh— Mnngh—!!"

Her lips were open.

That was new. For the entire afternoon her mouth had been closed, jaw set, the controlled expression of a woman maintaining a fiction by force of will alone. Now her lips had parted against her will — the lower lip trembling, the corners pulled down, the muscles around her mouth losing the argument with what her body was transmitting upward.

Her eyes were wet.

Not crying yet. The tears had formed at the lower lids and were pressing against the field that held them, the temporal suspension catching them like it caught everything else, holding them trembling against her skin instead of letting them fall.

He pushed deeper.

One long, slow stroke that pressed through the resistance of her inner walls and found the end of her depth and pressed against it.

PAH—

"Mnngh— MMHHNN—!!"

The belly bulge moved.

He watched it — the outline of his cock shifting forward under the skin of her flat stomach, the profile of the head pressing outward where it met the ceiling of her, the skin tenting slightly over the shape of him. A virgin body trying to contain something it had never been designed to contain by its previous owner’s choices.

He pulled back.

He snapped forward.

PAH PAH—

"Mmhh~!! Unn— NNGHH—!!"

The blood ran.

Not a trickle now — a real flow, thin and warm, coating his shaft with each withdrawal and painting the inner walls with each push, the hymen long gone and what remained was the generosity of a virgin body giving up its reserves. It ran down his balls. It dripped from his sack in small, dark drops, falling in the slow arc of something pulled by gravity that the temporal field could not stop, landing on the ground below.

Some of it landed on Rika’s hair.

He noticed this.

He did not stop.

He grabbed her hips.

Both hands. The full grip of his palms against the curves of her — narrow waist, the flare out to her hips, the fabric of the trousers bunched at mid-thigh giving him something to press against. He gripped her and he pulled her hips backward toward him as he thrust forward, the combined motion doubling the depth, the belly bulge pressing outward hard enough that it was visible even from the side. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"MMNHH— MMHH— NNGHH~!!"

Her mouth was open wider now. The muffled sounds coming faster, in rhythm with his hips, the temporal field compressing each scream into something small and wet and helpless. Her lips formed shapes — shapes that were not words, that were past words, that were the pure phonetic output of a body being overwhelmed.

Her eyes had closed.

Her lashes were wet.

He fucked her through three full minutes in the original position — her suspended above, his cock working into her from below at the angle of her tilted hips — and then he stopped.

He gripped her hips.

He turned her.

The temporal field resisted and he overcame the resistance with the unhurried force of something considerably older than the magic. Her body rotated in the stopped air — hips first, the rest following, her shirt drifting around her with the slow movement of cloth in suspended time, her small tits swaying as her torso turned.

He positioned her.

Hips raised. Body bent forward. The angle of her adjusted so her cunt presented itself backward toward him, her spine curving forward, the shirt hanging open below her chest. The same position Rika had been in. The same bend, the same tilt, the same offering.

He pressed his cock against the hairy slit from behind.

The lips spread immediately.

They had learned him already — the walls already adjusted, the opening already shaped to his girth, the blood and the incubus saliva mixing into a slick that made the entry easier than the first time even if the tightness had not changed.

He entered.

PAH—

"Mmhh— MNGHH—!!"