Only when Boomer Boner drew back far enough that the thick root of his shaft glistened in the open air did his heavy, sweat-slick scrotum swing forward like a pendulous wrecking ball. It crashed against Elaine-chan's delicate, hairless mons with a wet, ringing slap, the impact sharp enough to make the fairy's thighs jerk and a spray of mingled fluids scatter across her lower belly.
Clap!
The sound ricocheted through the chamber—crisp, obscene, and utterly profane beneath the divine light that still haloed her skin. Again and again the bloated sac struck home, each collision painting her pale mound a deeper shade of rose and sending ripples through the soft flesh of her abdomen. The rhythmic clap-clap-clap became a carnal drumbeat!
"Elaine-chan… my fairy wife… fuck, it's too good!"
Fat Bull groaned, voice hoarse with disbelief and rapture. His hips had found their best rhythm now, moving with the effortless certainty of a beast in rut.
No matter that one partner was a celestial cultivator who once drifted above the nine heavens, and the other a sweating, grunting mountain of mortal ugliness—the act of lust itself was older than cultivation, older than sects or immortals.
It was the raw, primal language every living creature understood: male weight pinning female softness, thick cock hunting warm hole, seed seeking womb. Status, beauty, longevity—none of it mattered when a man's hips rolled forward and a woman's body opened beneath him.
The laws of heaven and earth dissolved into a single imperative: penetrate, claim, spill.
Deeper instincts took the reins. The male animal drove his rigid length into yielding female flesh, searching for the cradle of life hidden behind that slick, fluttering gate. Each forward surge was a declaration: this womb will know my mark.
The female, even an immortal one, answered without consent of her conscious mind—her inner walls began to pulse and secrete fresh floods of nectar, her cervix softening and kissing the invading crown as though begging for the very thing her owner's pride rejected.
Clear fluid leaked from his slit, mingling with her crystalline honey, turning every thrust into a slick, effortless glide.
In Dao, Yin, the negative received Yang, the positive, just like moon swallowed sun, earth trembled beneath heaven's fall. Two bodies, one rhythm, one purpose: the perfect, primal circle of creation completed in the most profane way possible.
"Ah♡~!♡—!"
A broken cry slipped from Elaine's lips, fragile as frost.
"Fairy!" The fat man bellowed in answer, slamming home.
"Elaine-chan!" Another punishing thrust, the head of the ugly fatty's cock battering that soft cervical ring until it bloomed open for a heartbeat and then clenched shut again.
Clap!
After dozens of frenzied strokes—each one harder, faster, more possessive than the last—Fat Bull finally heard what he had been straining for: the fairy's surrender made sound.
Clap!
"Nnn♡... no!… ah♡… not so deep… not there…!" The plea came out fractured, half-moan, half-sob, her voice trembling like a plucked delicate zither string.
At first Boomer thought it was delusion, a trick of blood pounding in his ears, but when he lowered his gaze he saw the truth. The immortal fairy who had lain beneath him like cold jade was gone.
In her place was a flushed, gasping woman—cheeks stained cherry-blossom pink, lips swollen and parted, fragrant breaths spilling out in delicate, involuntary cries.
Her long lashes fluttered against tear-damp skin, and every time his glans kissed the mouth of her womb she let out another shattered note that went straight to his balls.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Those sounds—sweet, helpless, mortifying—were more intoxicating than the tightest grip of her sheath.
"Elaine chan, tell me—am I...~ am I ha~, fucking you good?"
"Does your~ immortal little cunt... love this mortal cock?"
Boomer Boner roared, triumph and madness blending in his voice. He hammered into her with redoubled fury, the bedframe groaning beneath them.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Elaine-chan's entire body rocked with the force, breasts bouncing in lewd arcs, thighs quivering around his hips. Yet even as pleasure tore her apart, one slender hand flew to her mouth, fingers pressing desperately over her lips as if she could still cage the sounds trying to escape.
The beauty bit down on her own knuckles, muffling the next moan into a whimper, stubborn pride warring against the tide of sensation he forced through her.
"Elaine-sama!"
CLAP!
Boomer drove in until his pelvis ground against hers.
"Immortal fairy!"
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
The swollen head mashed against her cervix and retreated only to slam home again.
Each time the fat man barked her title he punctuated it with a brutal thrust, timing the impacts so perfectly that her womb's gate had no choice but to flutter and kiss his glans in frantic greeting.
Sometimes Boomer grazed it lightly, a teasing bump that made her spine bow and her toes curl.
Sometimes the lust fatty crashed against the slim beauty with his full weight, forcing the soft ring to spread and cling around his crown like a desperate mouth before he ripped free again.
A lewd froth of their fluids whipped into cream at the base of his shaft, splattering across her thighs and his belly with every withdrawal.
A sudden spark of inspiration hit Boomer. With a deep, forceful thrust, he buried his thick cock to the hilt inside her, then pressed his pelvis tightly against her folds. In one swift, powerful motion, he hoisted the beauty off the bed, his burly frame effortlessly lifting her lightweight body.
He spun her around, setting the beauty down so she stood with her back to him, her hands bracing against the wall for support. The movement was smooth, almost predatory in its precision.
Fat Bull rose to his full height behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he resumed his relentless assault.
Elaine gasped sharply, a mix of surprise and pleasure escaping her lips, but she held her ground, legs trembling yet steady. Her golden gauze dress, already disheveled, slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist and baring her full, heavy breasts, which swayed enticingly with each brutal thrust.
Fat man's pace didn't falter, his cock slamming into her with wet, rhythmic slaps. As he lost himself in the heat of her body, a slow, wicked grin spread across Boomer's sweat-drenched face as revelation bloomed in his lust-fogged mind.
He had found it—the chink in the immortal fairy's armor, the tiny point where heaven citywall itself melted beneath mortal touch.
Every time the swollen crown of his cock smashed against that plush, velvety ring buried at the deepest limit of Elaine-chan's sheath, her entire channel answered with a violent, rippling clench. The delicate walls spasmed around his shaft as though trying to swallow him whole. And from between those clenched pearl teeth escaped the faintest, most intoxicating whimper—a sound so soft it could have been the wind, yet it struck his ears like thunder and poured liquid gasolin straight into his balls.
That tiny, involuntary cry was proof: the untouchable Sun Elaine, proud daughter of the nine heavens, had a mortal weakness after all, and it was trembling right beneath the brutal head of his cock.
The golden bells still bound to her ankles chimed chaotically with every savage thrust, their crystalline notes weaving through the wet, meaty slap of flesh on flesh.
What a depraved symphony!
Sacred chimes desecrated by the rhythm of rough breeding, high celestial music reduced to accompaniment for a mortal pig rutting a goddess against silk sheets.
The contrast drove Fat Bull half-mad with triumph. He rolled his hips deliberately now, angling each plunge so that the fat, angry dome of his glans kissed that secret ring dead-center. The moment contact was made, Elaine-chan's back arched like a drawn bow, her toes curled, and another broken note spilled from her throat—higher this time, edged with panic and helpless pleasure.
"Gnn~ha♡! Haa♡!!!"
Her body betrayed her pride in a thousand tiny ways: nipples stiff and aching, thighs trembling, the slick rush of fresh nectar coating his pistoning length until it gleamed like polished jade.
Seizing the advantage with predatory glee, Boomer braced his thick forearms on either side of her head, caging the trembling fairy beneath his bulk. He drew back until only the flared tip remained inside her fluttering entrance, letting her feel the sudden, cruel emptiness—then slammed forward with all the weight of his obese frame.
PAM!
The impact buried him to the hilt in one brutal stroke; his cockhead crashed against her cervical gate like a battering ram, forcing the soft ring to spread and cling around him in desperate welcome.
Elaine's cry shattered the air—
"Ahhh♡♡♡~!"
Pure, crystalline, a heavenly bell cracked by mortal lust. The sound poured over him like aged immortal wine, intoxicating, addicting. His hips went into overdrive, grinding in tight, relentless circles, using the bloated crown to scour and worry that tender barrier without mercy.
Left, right, forward, back—he painted filthy patterns across her womb's mouth, feeling it flutter and kiss him in frantic, involuntary pulses.
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