novelraw Chapter 446 - Stopping him from destroying Akane
Chapter 446 - Stopping him from destroying Akane
Tianlong was already standing. Off the bed, upright, feet on the stone floor in the same motion. He gripped her thighs, pulled—her hips dragging to the bed’s edge, her ass hanging over it slightly, her tail trailing to the floor, her belly pointed at the ceiling and ’shaking’ with the movement.
His cock—slick, flushed, heavy—lined up with her entrance. Her cunt lips were swollen and dark and ’open’, still contracting in the aftermath of her last orgasm, still wet, still leaking his pre-cum from the last hour mixed with her own overflow.
Akane looked up at him.
Her golden eyes—half-rolled, tails limp around her—found his face and stayed there.
"Husband—" Her voice cracked on the word. "’Wait—’"
He pushed in.
PAAAH!
’"AAAHNNNN~~!!♡♡♡"’
Standing. Full depth. Seven inches driving home from a completely different angle, the head punching upward against her cervix from below—and her belly ’shook’, the jiggle running from her hips upward in a wave that reached her breasts and sent both of them swinging, milk spraying from the impact, spattering his stomach, his hands, the stone floor beside the bed.
He grabbed her belly with both palms flat—thumbs pressing into the taut skin, fingers spread—and ’pulled’ her hips toward him.
Drove.
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
’"AAAHH~!!♡ HIEKKK~!!♡♡ NNGGH~!!♡"’
Each thrust punched upward, and the belly bounced with each one—not gently, not subtly, a full visible jiggle that ran all the way to her breasts, her nipples swinging in slow arcs, milk trailing in thin lines through the air before falling. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawed at the silk sheets and found nothing, her tail wrapped around his left calf and gripped.
He groped her left breast mid-thrust.
One hand leaving the belly, cupping the mass from below, squeezing—and milk ’poured’ over his fingers, running between them in warm thin streams, soaking his wrist, dripping from his elbow. He aimed the nipple at his own chest and squeezed again, deliberate.
The stream hit him.
He kept thrusting.
’"HAANH~!!♡ MNNGH~!! AAAHH~!!♡♡"’
PAAAH! PAAAH!
Her pussy made its own sounds under the impacts—wet, thick, the seal of her walls around his shaft breaking and re-establishing with each withdrawal and penetration, each thrust pulling a string of fluid that caught the light before the next impact erased it. Her inner walls had begun pulsing in that pre-orgasm rhythm, the clenches coming faster, more urgent, her body spiraling toward something whether she had the capacity to manage it or not.
’"NGGGH~!! HIEKK~!!♡ AAANNH~!!♡"’
PAAAH! PAAAH!
The hall ’smelled’ now. Not unpleasantly. But unmistakably—sweat, and milk, and arousal from a dozen bodies, and that particular sharp-sweet charge that cultivators’ auras shed under emotional extremity.
’Clothing hit the floor.’
Sylvea moved first. Her priestess robes came off with no ceremony—green hands at the ties, the fabric dropping—and her body underneath was ’present’: her small swell of early pregnancy, her unusual nipples erect and beading, the slitted tapered points sending small trails of fluid down the curves of her breasts. She crossed the floor with her emerald eyes fixed on Tianlong.
Grabbed his arm.
"’Stop.’" The word came out harder than planned, her green skin flushed dark at the throat and chest. "’What are you ’doing’ to her—she’s—’"
He didn’t stop.
PAAAH! PAAAH!
’"AAAHNN~!!♡ NGHH~!!♡"’
"’She’s’ pregnant—" Sylvea’s small body pressed against his side, her belly against his arm—"’if you want to destroy someone—’" She grabbed his face with both hands, turned him toward her, and kissed him. Her mouth was urgent and warm and tasted like green tea and something sweeter underneath.
His hand left Akane’s breast.
Found Sylvea’s nipple—the right one, that strange tapered point—and pinched it between two fingers. ’Held.’
"’HNGH—!!’"
Her knees went out completely. She grabbed his arm with both hands, hanging off it, her emerald eyes blown wide—the nipple fluid ran over his fingers immediately, thin and warm—and her breath came out in one long, fractured exhale.
"’H...husband—’" she managed. "’That’s—’" Another exhale. "’That’s not fair—’"
"No," he agreed, and released.
From the other side—
Helvora arrived.
The grey-haired queen, still wearing her training clothes, had reached the precise limit of watching a pregnant woman get destroyed by a man who appeared to be enjoying himself. Her grey eyes had gone dark. Her substantial frame radiated the particular fury of someone who’d converted their discomfort into a decision.
"You absolute ’bastard,’" she said—low, direct, stripped of all the cold authority she’d used on everyone else in this room today. She grabbed his shoulder, his arm. "’If you want to fuck someone into the floor—’" Her eyes held his. "’—fuck me. She’s done.’"
Then she kissed him.
Not tentatively. Helvora had been the chief of a warrior tribe and she kissed like one—full contact, both hands in his hair, her body pressing against his side with the intent of someone who had thought about this and was now doing it and everyone could adjust.
He kissed her back. His hips didn’t stop.
PAAAH!
’"MNNGH~!!♡"’ —Akane, beneath, still receiving, still breaking.
He broke from Helvora’s mouth, looked at her face. Her grey eyes were dark. Her lips were swollen. The pride that normally occupied her expression had moved to the back of the room and left this version of her in charge—open, flushed, gripping his hair with both hands.
"’Later,’" he said.
Her expression shifted through three emotions in two seconds.
"’Don’t say later and mean never,’" she said.
"Later," he repeated. "I mean later."
She released his hair. Didn’t step back.
The dam broke.
Vyrena’s training pants hit the floor. She climbed onto the bed from the far side—moving on her knees across the mattress with her amber eyes fixed ahead, the tattooed planes of her body moving, arriving at Akane’s head. She looked down at Akane’s face—slack, tear-soaked, dissolved—and then simply swung her leg over.
Sat on Akane’s chest.
Between her own thighs. Pressing down.
Her own wet heat on Akane’s sternum, her cunt lips dragging slightly against the smooth skin, leaving a thin smear that she absolutely was not going to acknowledge. She looked across the belly at Tianlong.
"She can’t feel that," she said. Meaning the weight. Meaning the dignity. Meaning ’any of it.’ "She can’t feel anything right now." Her hand reached forward and pressed flat against the top of Akane’s belly—palm down, fingers spread—and her amber eyes went to his.
She ground her hips. Just once. Against Akane’s chest.
A single, involuntary sound from Vyrena—’"Mmh—"’—that she cut off immediately, jaw clenching.
Yu Xiang climbed the bed from behind him. Her dress was gone. Her small body pressed against his back—her small breasts against his shoulder blades, her hips against his ass, her arms coming around his torso—her chin hooking over his shoulder, violet eyes appearing beside his face.
"’Husband,’" she said, her lips at his ear, her voice doing that particular thing it did when she was both reasonable and completely not. "’She’s pregnant. You can stop now—’" Her hand slid around his hip, fingers finding the base of his cock where it moved, slick and continuous. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft. Not stopping it. ’Feeling it.’ Every thrust running through her grip. "’—or I’ll stop you myself.’"
Her fingers tightened.
’"Nnh—"’ From her, not him. The sensation of his cock driving in and out through her palm clearly hadn’t accounted for itself in her plan.