The woman giggled throatily, completely nude, lying sideways on the bed, her entire creamy, pale, light freckled frame a sin of beauty. She was on the rather curvier side, but her breasts were fantastically voluptuous and juicy to look at. Her slightly rounder face was cuter, her highborn looks to thank for that. Her dark hair was long and silky.
"Of course, love," she cooed, and curled her fingers at him, calling for him. Her brown eyes were full of lust, her gorgeous, full lips pouting.
"As you command." Wylis walked over, his cock already half awake, thick with need, throbbing, the veins bulging like singular roots carrying his very strength. He didn't hate the view; Clara Roote, the thick woman was just thirty and without a child. Her husband, Lord Roote, was an unremarkable man, weak in body, health, and mind, heavy on wine and sleep.
"Ummmmh… Gods truly took time carving you, Ser." She moaned as Wylis stood beside the bed, near where she had her head on her folded hand. She used her free hand to quickly capture him, and moaned when she tried to wrap her soft fingers around him. "It'll be… hard not to cry my lungs out on this. But you'll be gentle, won't you?"
Wylis nodded, matching eyes with hers.
In status, he considered himself above her and her lord husband. Sure, Wylis was just a knight, but still, he had more wealth, sway, strength, and voice than her or her husband. But the woman clearly considered herself mighty in status.
He didn't mind. All he saw was that she was rather easy on the eyes and willing to swell her womb with his seed. Nothing else mattered—She'd receive a beautiful child, and he'd received a whole year.
"Mmmh—The feast is served," Clara mumbled and leaned her face closer to his cock. She took a deep breath near his thickness, as if taking his scent in, then lapped her kissing lips on his cockhead. She rubbed her lips there, then joined her tongue, rolling on the head. She was quite gifted in height, too, and her mouth could open wider than most.
Fuck! What a mouth!
Wylis actually felt his knees go weak the instant her glossy lips wrapped around him.
Clara widened her mouth in a perfect O, soft lips stretching to swallow down his thick cockhead. Her warm tongue pressed against the ridge as she slurped, her fair hand stroking his length at the same time, sliding up and down over the bulging veins. The contrast of her warm fingers and her stretched, wet lips nearly made his balls tighten.
He stared down, the sight utterly sinful. Her freckled, pretty face smeared with spit as she bobbed on him, cheeks hollowing with every hungry suck.
Gluk! Gluk!
Clara moaned, a muffled tremor around his cock. Her voice spilled between choked gulps, broken words carried out in shaky breaths. "Mmmhh—Gods, your cock… so thick… feels too good on my tongue—"
Wylis leaned down, because even seated sideways, she was far too low for his towering frame. His massive hand claimed one of her breasts, a heavy globe of flesh that still sat high and round on her chest. They barely sagged despite their size; firm, plump, perfect soft fluffs. He kneaded and squeezed, imagining them swollen and leaking with milk someday. Even though he hated the taste of the maternal milk itself, his mouth watered at the idea of drinking from them.
His other hand traveled down, tracing over her curving waist and onto the swell of her hips. Gods, her flesh was so soft. His fingers sank into it as if it were dough, lush, wide enough to cradle any child he'd stuff into her belly.
He pulled one of her legs upward until her knee bent high and her plump thigh tilted, spreading her.
Clara lay on her side on the bed, still sucking his cock like a desperate whore, but now her cunt was bared to him. Spread open, glistening, dripping like a ripe fruit.
Wylis' two thick fingers slipped into her bald pussy, sinking knuckle-deep into that soaked little hole. Her pussy instantly squelched, her nectar coating his digits with noisy moistness.
"Ummmh!" Clara moaned, her thighs trembling as her pleasure spiked.
She worked harder on his cock, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks until her throat strained. She gagged herself, desperately trying to take in more, but there was still some of him left out. He was too lengthy for her throat to conquer, but the attempt alone made his jaw flex.
"How… will you have me enter, my Lady?" he asked, breath ragged from the sharp jolts of pleasure she gave him with every wet slurp.
Pop!
She pulled her head back suddenly, drool trailing from her lips to his spit-slick cock. Clara's flushed face tilted up at him, eyes burning with lust and shame. "To look upon you so near… Seven save me, it feels sinful to let my eyes stray from your form and face."
Her chest heaved, soft swells undulating as she breathed. "Mmm… yet I would beg one favor of you. A gift I know none but you could grant."
Wylis cocked a brow.
He was already going to stuff her full of his seed until she dripped like a cat in the rain. What more could she want?
"And that is?"
"In your arms… Can you lift me in your arms as you… enter me?" She whispered, almost bashful despite her soaked cunt.
The corners of Wylis' mouth curled. He found her embarrassment adorable, but he also understood the appeal. She was a heavier woman, with full hips and a body meant for breeding. Her weak husband could never lift her, could never hold her while splitting her open. Perhaps Robert, but he certainly could.
"As you command, my Lady," he said warmly, though lust burned.
He grasped her and pulled her upright to sit on the bed's edge. His cock hung in front of her flushed face, a fat, throbbing shaft that slid against her chin as she tried to catch her breath.
He crouched to one knee, sliding his enormous arms around her plush, wide ass. With a grunt, he hoisted her into the air as if she weighed nothing.
"Ooooh! Seven!" Clara yelped softly, her arms instinctively wrapping around his thick neck, her legs clamping around his waist. Her cunt already smearing her juices onto his stomach.
Her heavy tits flattened against his chest as he held her up, the soft weight of them smothering him with heat. She showered wet kisses all over his jaw, his cheek, even his eyelids, smearing spit as she panted like a bitch in heat.
She wasn't thinking anymore. She was lost, greedy, lusting over him with her mouth and body, completely overtaken by the need she'd kept corked inside for far too long.
Wylis' fingers sank greedily into the succulent flesh of her ass, kneading it like fresh butter, loving how her wide rump filled his palms. But his cock ached for more, he needed to feel her all over his throbbing flesh sword.
"Tell me, my Lady…" His voice was gravelly, his face close enough to hers that he could taste her hot breath. Her silky dark hair had tumbled free across her shoulders, brushing against his lips. "What made you make up your mind? My words were but a jape when I said your hips looked ready to bear a brood."
"Heh…" Clara giggled faintly, though her laugh was broken with lust as she clung to him tighter, pressing her bosom into his chest until her nipples splayed against his skin. Her face hovered just an inch from his.
"My lord husband and I have tried for years, yet the cradle stays empty. Never did I think I'd sink to such a sin… but with you, it feels as though the gods themselves set you before me. You may be my only hope for a fair and sturdy heir."
"And it doesn't bother you that it'll be… my blood?"
"Oh, dear…" Clara brushed her lips across the corner of his mouth, her soft palm cupping his jaw. "That's the bright side. My lord husband is gentle and dutiful, and I love him for it. Yet you must know, he is soft in flesh and softer still in spirit."
Must be the damn wine and greasy food. Wylis thought in contempt, his cock twitching against her belly.
"So…" she breathed, leaning until her lips tickled the shell of his ear. "Put a babe in this sinful woman's belly, won't you?"
Fuck! Wylis's teeth clenched.
His cock throbbed like a beast ready to break free, harder than steel. With one hand, he shifted her up against his chest, and with the other, he seized his cock, smearing her dripping juices against his swollen crown before pressing it against her entrance.
He looked at her face, craving the sight of it twisting as she realized just how monstrous he was. Her husband had given her scraps, but after tonight, no other man would ever compare.
"Mmmmmmhh…" Clara moaned, muffling herself against his neck. Her lips left hot, wet trails on his skin.
Wylis braced her weight and slowly lowered her onto his cock. The heat of her was blinding, her cunt gripping and sucking him in as though the gods had crafted her for this exact purpose. She wasn't tight like a maiden. She was worse; a neglected woman, unfulfilled, her pussy gripping and fluttering like it had been waiting years to be claimed properly. The weight of her curvy body pressing down on him made everything so much tighter.
Each inch stretched her petals wide, the squelching noise of her nectar gushing down his cock filling the chamber.
Lady Roote's body shook. Her nails raked down his back the moment his tip split her further apart, and when her fingertips found the iron ridges of his muscles, she lost it. Her pussy throbbed, clamping around him in desperate spasms.
"Ahhh! Ooooh gods!" Clara shrieked into his neck, her whole body convulsing. The sheer stretch of him inside her, the feel of his raw power holding her weight with ease, the perfection of him in every sense. Her mind cracked, and she came undone. The orgasm hit her violently, juice squirting in wet, filthy gushes around his cock, her thighs utterly trembling against his sides.
She wasn't shy in the aftermath. No dainty lady, no fragile flower. Clara was curvy, proud of her flesh, but now he made her feel weak, conquered, taken. Her cunt pulsed and clenched, drenching him with every throb.
"Ugh… clench your… teeth," Wylis warned her.
He shifted his grip, then let her weight fall just enough. His cock sank in to the hilt, all the way to his base, burying his monstrous length into her dripping cunt. Few women alive could take him like that for their the first time with him, but Clara did, screaming into his upper chest as his cock lodged deep inside her pussy.
Her whole body shivered violently, her fluffy thighs trembling against his sides. She bit down hard into his shoulder, muffling her cries, as her cunt rippled and clenched helplessly around him.
Wylis felt her breaking, body wrecked as his cock claimed her completely.
"I'll move."
Wylis whispered against her ear, and before Clara could respond, her whole body jolted.
He started hoisting her up and down his cock with nothing but the brute strength of his arms and back. Each lift and drop made her heart slam against her ribs, her cunt stuffed and stretched, her mind slipping further into madness. He was so fucking strong, it terrified and thrilled her in the same breath.
For Wylis, it was like plunging into a wet, tight furnace. Her walls gripped around him like a velvet glove soaked in honey, fluttering, gripping, sucking at his cock with every move. It had been weeks since he'd last fucked a woman. Now, this thick, fertile noble lady was milking him raw, and the sensation almost drowned him. He didn't even need to thrust; her cunt did all the work, feeding his cock bliss with every squeeze.
But he wanted more. He pushed her back until her spine smacked against the wall, pinning her there as he started to ram up into her.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Flesh clapped violently with each thrust, the wet squelches echoing, dripping nectar sliding down his shaft onto the floor.
Clara's lips stayed sealed tight, her teeth biting into her bottom lip until it flushed red, her moans muffled, breathy, stifled gasps.
Wylis grunted like a beast as he bounced her on his cock, throwing her weight up and down brutally.
Her pussy gushed around him, and even as she broke into her second climax, she only clung tighter to his neck, tears spilling hot down her cheeks. Her body wracked with ecstasy, she clutched him as though he'd tear her apart if she let go.
"I'm… close… to… coming," he muttered, his cock surging inside her like an iron brand.
"Ooooh… Gods… fill me! Give me… a big, beautiful babe… like you~" Clara purred hoarsely into his ear. Her words dripping with unholy, desperate hope.
Finally, that took him over the edge. With a feral snarl, Wylis rammed her down hard, burying every veiny inch of his twitching cock until his balls slapped against her ass. His cock erupted deep inside her womb, torrents of hot, white seed bursting forth in endless waves. It sprayed and coated every fold of her cunt, a molten flood that made him groan savagely into her neck.
Clara's eyes shot wide, her entire body shaking as she felt the flood inside her. There was so much spilling into her that it leaked around his cock. Hot streams of sticky batter running down her thigh and dripping from the curve of her ass. Yet she clenched desperately, squeezing her cunt tight, as if she could trap every drop of that virile seed and force it into her womb.
"Mmmm… this feeling… I know it'll… happen," she murmured breathlessly between bliss and exhaustion.
But Wylis' beast wasn't softening. His cock still throbbed inside her, hard and hungry. A wolf unsated.
Smirking, he carried her to the bed and laid her down, then mounted her in the old, tried-and-true position. He spread her smooth, fleshy legs wide, eyes devouring the sight of her ruined cunt. Glistening, cream-coated, stretched to its limits, still stuffed with seed. Then, he looked up at her face, flushed and glistening with sweat.
"Can't be sure with just one, my Lady."
Clara's body quivered, but she wrapped her soft, fluffy legs around him again with eager desperation. "Have me… all night… if you desire. Seven hells, I'm ruined for all cocks now… Ummmh."
The sound of her begging sent a savage thrill through him. Wylis plunged back into her, cock sliding in and out of the creamy mess he'd made, fucking her deeper, harder, savoring every filthy squelch. He leaned down, enveloped her breasts in his hands, rounded them together, and suckled fiercely at her nipples. He bit and sucked until she gasped, sure he'd leave marks for days.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
And then the creaking ritual began. The bed shook, the claps echoed. The Lady of House Roote had already received his seed. Whatever followed was plain, simple, carnal desire.
Ting!
[Name: Lady Clara Roote
Age: 30
Occupation: Lady of House Roote
Current Loyalty: 61%
Status: Impregnated]
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