novelraw Chapter 447- Akane’s After Glow
Chapter 447- Akane’s After Glow
His elbow hooked backward, caught her hip, crushed her flush against his back.
"’Don’t stop,’" he said.
"’...Fine,’" she said, very quietly, and her hand kept its grip and her hips started moving against his ass in small, searching circles.
Seris arrived. Her white hair completely loose now, ice-blue eyes carrying something she’d never intended to bring into this room. She pressed against his left side, her mouth finding his shoulder—her lips cold, then warming immediately—her elegant hands spreading across his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs.
Her hand slid down.
Found Yu Xiang’s.
Both of them at the base of his cock, their fingers overlapping, both feeling every thrust transmit through their palms. Their eyes met briefly.
Seris looked away first.
Neither of them removed their hand.
Kaira navigated by sound and heat—following the thermal signature of his body through the press of other bodies—her chain swaying, her blind silver eyes moving uselessly, her copper hands finding the bed’s edge and climbing. Massive and deliberate, her enormous breasts swinging with the movement, the gold rings at her nipples catching the amber light with each sway. She found his arm by touch, pressed against it, her breast engulfing his bicep completely, and oriented herself toward his face by the direction of his breath.
"’Husband,’" she said, low. "’Is she—’"
"’She’s fine,’" he said.
"’She’s crying,’" Kaira said.
"’She’s fine,’" Akane said, from beneath Vyrena, from somewhere that sounded very far away and very certain. Her voice was a wreck but her conviction was intact. "’I’m. Fine. ’Don’t stop him.’"
Kaira pressed her lips together. Her hand found his jaw, turning his face toward hers, and she kissed him. Her blind kiss—finding him by heat, landing precisely, her lips full and warm and carrying nine months of captivity that had ended here.
He let her.
And kept fucking Akane.
PAAAH! PAAAH!
’"HAANH~!!♡♡ OUNGH~!! MNNGH~!!♡"’
Yuna crossed the room.
She walked to the bed with her jaw set and her silver eyes carrying the expression of someone who had decided to stop deciding and just ’be here.’ Her red hair was loose, her fitted jacket gone—she’d removed it at some point without noticing. She climbed up beside Akane, lay alongside her, and took Akane’s hand. Just held it. Looked at her face.
"’You’re insane,’" she told Akane.
Akane’s lips curved. A tiny, wrecked smile through all the tears and the milk and the sounds she was still involuntarily making. "’Probably.’"
"’He’s insane,’" Yuna said.
"’Yes,’" Akane agreed, her hand squeezing Yuna’s as another thrust punched through her and her voice fractured. "’—AAAHH~!!♡—yes, he is.’"
Mamoon stood at the bed’s edge. Her golden eyes moved from her daughter to the man at the center of this architecture of bodies. Her hand pressed against her own small pregnant belly—a habit now, reflexive—and she made a decision that she would later attribute to curiosity and that was actually something else entirely.
She climbed onto the bed.
Sat close to him. Not touching. Her early-pregnant body warm and present, the family resemblance to Yuna in every line of her face.
His hand—the one that had been gripping Akane’s hip—moved without looking. Found her thigh. Pressed once.
Mamoon went very still.
"’...Yuna,’" she said carefully.
Yuna looked at her ceiling.
"’I’m not seeing this,’" Yuna said.
The hall had turned into something that defied the vocabulary of normal rooms. Every surface of the altar-bed was occupied. Bodies pressed from all sides—someone’s breasts against his face from the left, his mouth finding a nipple automatically; Yu Xiang and Seris’s joined hands at his cock’s base; Kaira’s massive chest against his arm; Helvora’s hands still moving across his back; Vyrena grinding against Akane’s chest; Yuna holding Akane’s hand; Mamoon warm and terrified beside him.
The smell of it. The ’sound’ of it.
Akane’s voice—continuous, fractured, beautiful—threading through everything like a motif.
’"NGGGH~!! AAAHH~!!♡ HIEKK~!!♡♡"’
PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!
Her pussy was soaking the sheets beneath her. The overflow ran freely with each withdrawal—a thick, clear flood mixed with his pre-cum—collecting in the silk, dripping off the bed’s edge, her arousal having long since exceeded any capacity her body had for containing itself.
Her inner walls had begun their final sequence. He could feel it—the clenches coming closer together, faster, her whole internal architecture preparing for something that was going to hit her like a wall.
His hands on her belly felt the child’s pulse accelerate slightly.
’Still strong. Still healthy.’
He drove forward. Hard. Grinding at depth, the head pressing directly against her cervix, his pelvis flat against hers.
’Held.’
"’AAAHHHNNNN—’"
Akane’s spine went rigid. Her back arched completely off the mattress—only her shoulder blades and the back of her head in contact, her belly pointing skyward, her breasts swinging back with the arch—
Vyrena grabbed her belly to steady it.
Her amber eyes were wide. Her hands pressed flat against the taut skin. She looked at Tianlong’s face. Something moved through her expression—a woman holding another woman’s pregnant belly while watching her husband claim her—complex and strange and not something she had any category for.
"’NGHH—KHKK—AAAHH—MNNGH—’"
Akane climaxed.
Not neat. Not contained. Her walls clenched down on him with crushing, rhythmic force—each ring of muscle firing in sequence, her cunt ’milking’ his shaft—her fluids gushing around the seal of their bodies, flooding out in pulses, soaking his thighs and hers and everything between them. Her nine tails went rigid in unison.
He released.
SPLURT.
Inside. Hot. Directly against her cervix—the first rope painting her deepest point white, the second, the third—load after load flooding her pregnant cunt, filling the space his cock occupied, the overflow leaking immediately around his shaft in thick strings that ran down the inside of her thighs, dripping off the bed’s edge.
SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT.
’"AAAHHHNNNN—NGHH—HAAH—HNNH—"’
The sounds she made lost all shape entirely. Just sound. Just the body reporting something the mind had temporarily stopped processing.
Her nine tails spread flat. Dropped. Nine crimson lengths draping across the silk and stone like fallen flags, completely, finally, utterly done.
Her hands fell away from everything.
Her golden eyes stared at the ceiling—slightly crossed, slightly unfocused—with a small smile on her swollen lips that she absolutely didn’t know was there.
The hall went quiet.
’Not silent.’ Breathing. Movement. The soft sounds of bodies settling.
"’Mhh...’" Akane made the sound of a word that wasn’t one. Pure contentment. Pure completion. "’...mhh.’"