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Chapter 32 - M-Moooohhh S2! 18+

Beca's laugh was small and delirious, almost silly, her chest heaving as she stared at the sheer size of me still standing proud in front of her.

Her lips were messy, dripping, her breath ragged.

Then, with trembling fingers, she scooped some of the thick cum from her chin and spat a little into her palm, smearing it deliberately between her legs.

The sweet, musky scent of her arousal mixed with mine as her hand spread the slickness over her tight folds.

Her eyes fluttered, glassy with need, and she climbed over me, aligning herself.

"Mmm… moooh…" she whined, pressing my tip against her.

She tried to sink down, but her body resisted—too small, too narrow for something so thick.

Her face twisted between desire and strain, her nails digging into my chest as she whimpered.

"M-Mooohhhnn… it's… too big…"

I gritted my teeth, heat pounding in my skull as I felt her struggle to take me.

My hands gripped her wide hips, steadying her trembling body.

"Relax," I growled under my breath, though my own restraint was snapping.

And then—I pulled her down hard.

PLUP!

She screamed, her entire body convulsing as the thick shaft speared her open in one brutal motion, burying itself to the very base.

Her walls clenched so violently it nearly made me see white.

"M-MOOOOOH! ♥" she wailed, throwing her head back, her heavy breasts bouncing as her body seized in climax.

The sound was somewhere between a cry and the lowing of cattle, and it vibrated through the air as her body shook on top of me.

Her inner walls milked me mercilessly, spasming around my length as though her body itself was begging me to release inside her.

Her eyes rolled back, drool trailing from her lips, her whole form trembling as she collapsed forward onto my chest, still pulsing around me, trapped in a climax that seemed to tear her apart.

I could barely breathe under the crushing heat of her tightness.

My hands pressed firmly into the small of her back, keeping her locked on me to the root as her hips twitched helplessly.

She was ruined already—and yet, we had only just begun.

Every twitch of my hips set her off.

The moment I shifted inside her, her whole body spasmed, her breath catching as another climax ripped through her.

"M-Moooohhh♥! N-no… too much… every time…!" she gasped, her nails clawing at my shoulders as her body bucked helplessly.

Her hips trembled, trying to pull away, but her insides clung to me so tight it was like her body refused to let me go.

I couldn't resist the temptation in front of me—those massive, heavy breasts bouncing with every shudder of hers. I leaned in and captured one taut nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.

"M-MOOOOH!♥"

Her back arched violently, another climax flooding through her as soon as my tongue swirled over her.

Her hands grabbed the back of my head, pressing me tighter into her chest as if begging me to never stop.

Her inner walls convulsed wildly around my length, milking me with desperate pulses while her legs trembled on either side of me.

She was trapped in a cycle of climax, each thrust dragging her further into mindless ecstasy.

"Mooohh… ahhhnn… Arthur… Arthurrr♥!" she moaned, voice breaking, tears beading at the corner of her eyes as her whole body shivered.

The taste of her skin, the sound of her cries, the unbearable heat of her tightness—it all mixed into a frenzy that drove me deeper, harder, each movement setting off another explosion of pleasure inside her.

Her body was trembling so violently beneath me it felt like she might break apart.

Every time I drove in, she shattered again—her pussy spasming uncontrollably, flooding with wetness, clamping down so tight it nearly numbed me.

"Mooooohhhhhh♥!! A-Ahhhnnn, c-can't—Arthur—too deep—"

But I didn't let her escape.

My hands locked firm on her hips, holding her in place, dragging her down on me again and again, until her cries turned into raw screams of pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, heavy and soft, brushing against my chest as I bent to suck greedily at her nipples, biting down lightly, pulling more of those wild "Moooohhh♥!" cries from her lips.

Her legs gave out, shaking violently, and she collapsed against me, clinging desperately to my shoulders.

Her tears smeared against my skin, her voice reduced to broken moans, yet her body refused to stop climaxing.

I could feel her convulsing around me, milking me with a strength that bordered on unbearable.

My length throbbed in response, swelling, twitching deeper inside her with each squeeze.

She was gone—eyes rolled back, drool spilling down her chin, moaning

"Mooohhh… Arthur… Arthurrr♥" in a chant of delirium.

I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.

Each thrust was met with another climax, another desperate moan, another wave of her body begging for more, and I kept pushing, harder, deeper, until the room echoed with wet slaps and her endless cries of ecstasy.

My release hit me like nothing I'd ever felt before—violent, overwhelming, endless.

My whole body arched as I spilled cum deep inside Beca, her insides gripping and pulsing around me as if they were built to drain me dry.

I held her down, groaning low in my throat, each spurt hotter and heavier than the last.

It was the best climax of my life, and it left me shaking, drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

MOOOOHHHHHHHH♥!! A-Ahhnnn, mooooohhhhhh!!"

It was the hardest, deepest release of my life—so powerful it left me trembling, unable to breathe, my heart hammering in disbelief.

For a moment, nothing existed but the heat, the raw, primal flood inside her, and the echo of her desperate moans bouncing off the walls.

As the haze of pleasure slowly lifted, a strange clarity settled over me.

I realized, with a kind of detached astonishment, that I'd just lost my virginity—not to Merlin, the woman who had followed me through everything, but to a cattle-girl I had bought only days ago.

My gaze drifted toward the window, the night air spilling cool across my heated skin.

Out there, in the barn, I knew Merlin was still at work—her voice likely mixing with the guttural grunts of goblins, her body wrapped in their grotesque embrace.

The image came to me unbidden, raw and vivid: her pale beauty tangled with the filthy green swarm, her devotion to me twisted into something both surreal and strangely fitting.

I lay back, Beca trembling atop me, still whimpering softly as my [seed] dripped from her.

My chest rose and fell, the room thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

This was where our lives had gone—me, in bed with a cattle-girl, her body marked by mine for the first time…

Merlin, out there, surrendering herself to a horde of goblins because she thought it would make her useful to me.

There was no regret in the thought, no anger.

Only the quiet, unsettling truth of it.

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