Chapter 53: Amy's screams echo through the room as the Bull's swollen knot pops inside her, his thick seed flooding her enhanced womb while Gena leans down to suck the milk spraying from Amy's swollen tits.
The weight of him left me hollowed out and aching. His cock slid from me with a wet, final sound, and I collapsed onto the soaked sheets, my body a map of his possession. The air in the room was thick, sweet with jasmine and the coppery tang of sex. My breasts felt heavy, tender, a dull throb that echoed the deeper, bruised feeling between my legs.
I felt his hand, not gentle, on my hip. He flipped me over onto my stomach with a single, effortless motion. The pillows muffled my gasp. My ass was in the air, my body presented to him. I felt exposed, raw, every nerve ending screaming.
“Again,” he grunted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the mattress.
His knees pushed my legs wider. I felt the broad, slick head of his cock nudge against my entrance, which felt impossibly stretched and sensitive. It was too soon. My body was still convulsing from the last time.
“Wait,” I breathed, the word a pathetic protest into the fabric.
He didn’t wait. He drove into me with a single, brutal thrust that stole my breath. I cried out, a sharp, broken sound. He was so deep, so fucking immense, I felt him in my throat. My fingers clawed at the sheets, twisting them into knots.
Gena was there, beside my head, her eyes dark pools of want. She leaned close, her long hair a curtain around us. “Look at him take you, Mom,” she whispered, her voice husky and full of awe. “Look how he fills you up. Your pretty little cunt is swallowing him whole.”
Her filthy words, paired with the relentless, pounding rhythm of his hips, sent a fresh jolt of lightning through my spent body. I was being split open on his cock, and my daughter was narrating the destruction with a lover’s intimacy.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the bone, holding me immobile for his use. Each thrust was a claim, a punishment, a branding. The slapping sound of his flesh against mine was obscenely loud in the room.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded Gena, his rhythm never faltering. “Let her see what she’s doing to you.”
Without hesitation, Gena moved her hand between her own legs. I heard the wet, slick sounds as her fingers worked her clit. Her breath hitched, her eyes locked on the place where his body disappeared into mine.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” I moaned, the admission torn from me. I was losing myself, the boundaries of my body dissolving under his assault. The silver ring on my finger, Gena’s promise to me, glinted in the low light, a tiny, solid anchor in a sea of sensation.
“Deeper,” he growled, and he meant it. He shifted his angle, and a new, shocking burst of pleasure-pain erupted inside me. I screamed, my body bowing off the bed.
“Yes,” Gena hissed, her fingers moving faster. “Come for him, Mom. Let go. I’m so close watching him fuck you like this. Your tight, milking cunt…”
His pace became frantic, animalistic. He was losing control, his grunts becoming ragged groans. I felt the familiar, terrifying build in my core, the magic and the pleasure coiling into a single, unstoppable force.
“I’m gonna come,” he snarled, his body slamming into mine with a final, devastating force. “Take my seed. Grow my get.”
His release was a flood, a geyser of heat that triggered my own. My world shattered into a million points of blinding white light. My cunt clenched around him, gripping and milking his cock in rhythmic, involuntary spasms. Through the haze, I saw Gena’s body stiffen, a silent cry on her lips as she found her own release watching mine.
He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his weight a solid, possessive pressure. When he finally pulled out, I felt a hot trickle of his cum escape down my inner thigh. I couldn’t move. I was wrecked.
Gena curled against my side, her head on my shoulder, her hand splayed over my lower belly. The Bull stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at us, his chest heaving. His gaze was satisfied, primal.
A different kind of ache began to bloom deep within my womb, a quickening that was both terrifying and inevitable. The process was far from over. It was just beginning.