Chapter 883 - 882- Gathering of Fishes taking the Hook

Chapter 883: Chapter 882- Gathering of Fishes taking the Hook

I gripped both cheeks of her ass in my hands, fingers sinking deep into the soft give of her flesh until the skin whitened around my knuckles.

"Do not move. I intend to be rough with you."

"I... yes... yes, my lord..."

I reached for the folded newspaper on the table. The evening edition, still warm from the press. The headline ran in bold letters across the top.

MIRACLE IN THE MARKET: A SAINT WALKS THE CAPITAL.

I read it aloud in a calm, unhurried voice while the head of my cock rubbed slow circles against the tight, untouched ring of her anus.

"Saint of the capital. They flatter me. Have you ever taken a man here, my lady?"

Tears slipped down her cheeks. "No. Never. That place is not for... my husband never... please, it is too big..."

"Indeed."

A small bottle of oil sat near the bed, the cheap kind working women rubbed into cracked hands. I poured a generous measure over my shaft, coating it until it gleamed. Then more between her cheeks, watching the slick liquid run down and gather at the clenched entrance.

The tail in her pussy never stopped its low singing buzz. I pushed forward.

The ring resisted. Fluttered. Then began to stretch around the crown, a slow reluctant blooming.

"Gentle... please, my lord, be gentle... it burns... it is burning me..."

I gave her an inch. Then another. The heat of her ass was almost scalding, gripping me in rippling waves that tried to push me out and failed.

’Gods, she is tight. Two years of nothing, and this hole has never once been used. Her body is fighting me and losing.’

When the widest part of the head finally slipped past the ring, she let out a long, shattered cry.

"HAAAANGH~!! IT IS IN... IT IS REALLY IN MY... UNGH~!!"

I did not stop. I sank deeper, feeling every twitch of her inner walls, until half my length was buried in her bowels. Then I drew back and drove forward again.

Harder.

Pah!

"AAIEE~!!"

The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the small room. My balls swung forward and struck her dripping pussy lips with every thrust, a second rhythm of soft heavy impacts beneath the first.

Pah Pah PAH!

"Unghh... M-Mas...ter... I... Anhgh?! It is splitting me... too thick... Hngh~!!"

She begged between sobs, her voice breaking into pieces against the table.

"Slow... please slow down... it is too deep... I can feel you in my stomach... you are in my stomach, my lord..."

"Your stomach will learn to make room."

I leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand braced beside hers, the other reaching under to cup a swinging breast. The heavy teat overflowed my palm. I squeezed, and a thin bead of milk welled at the dark nipple.

Pah Pah Pah!

"Hngh~!! Ahh... my milk... you are squeezing my milk out... what kind of man..."

"The kind you owe a miracle to."

My hips kept working, short powerful strokes that forced her forward and dragged her back onto me. The tail in her pussy pulsed in time with my thrusts, swelling just a little with each beat, stretching her further.

Double penetration broke her voice into a shredded series of gasps and whimpers.

Pah Pah PAAH!

"Haaangh~!! NIEENGHHT~! Oungh~!! It is in my guts... I can feel every ridge of it... Anhgh?!"

’His cock is tearing my ass open and the tail is buzzing so deep in my cunt... I cannot breathe... I cannot think... the whole room is spinning... why does it feel so good...’

Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth and pooled on the wood. Tears fell beside it. Her thick ass jiggled with every impact, the pale flesh rippling outward in rings from the point where my cock disappeared into her body.

I let go of her breast and grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair, winding it around my fist, using it as a handle to pull her back onto me.

PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!

"GHUU~!! HIIIH~!! GHAANGH~!!!"

"That is it. Sing for your saint. Let the whole lane hear what a grateful mother sounds like."

"My lord... the neighbors... they will hear... they will know what I..."

"They already know. They will read about me in the papers tomorrow and remember this sound. Now cum."

The tail swelled and buzzed harder. My cock slammed deep enough to grind against something inside her that made her whole body seize.

"HAAA... HAAANGH~!!! I AM... SOMETHING IS... CUH... CUMMING~!!!"

Her pussy sprayed around the scaled girth, soaking the table leg, dripping onto the floor. Her ass clamped down on my cock like a fist, and the pressure of her own orgasm dragged mine out of me.

I stayed buried to the root while the last pulses left me, flooding her bowels with thick ropes of heat. Her arms gave out. She collapsed onto her elbows, ass still raised, body open and trembling around me.

When I finally pulled free, a trickle of white followed, running down over her swollen pussy lips and matting into the dense black hair.

"My lord..." she whispered into the table, unable to lift her head. "My lord, that was... I have never..."

"I know."

I cleaned myself with a cloth and dressed without hurry. The woman stayed bent over the table, breathing in long, shuddering pulls, unable to straighten. Watching the come-down of a body that just learned what it was for.

I left a small purse of coin on the table beside her head. Enough for a month of wash water and bread. The boy slept on, undisturbed by any of it.

"For Tomas. Medicine, if he needs it. And for you, a new dress. Something with buttons in the front."

She looked at the purse. Then at me. Something complicated moved through her face, gratitude and shame and want, all tangled.

"Will you... will you come again, my lord?"

"I save mothers, my lady. I do not forget them."

Outside, the first evening papers were already being hawked on the corner. A boy’s voice rose over the lane, thin and eager.

"Saint in the capital! Saint heals the dying child before a hundred witnesses! Read all about the miracle, one copper!"

I bought one. My own face stared back at me from the front page, haloed in grainy light. The article underneath was breathless nonsense, but the word appeared eleven times.

Saint. Saint. Saint.

The hook was set. Now the fish would come to me.

The same newspapers reached the upper terraces of the capital before nightfall, riding upward in silken hands and painted lapdogs’ mouths.

In a parlor decorated with pale silk and crystal, a circle of noblewomen sat around a low table laden with delicate cakes and steaming tea. The afternoon light came through tall windows and made everything look harmless.

At the head of the gathering sat the princess. Posture perfect. Face unreadable. She stirred her cup three times, clockwise, and set the spoon down.

Conversation drifted among the others like smoke.

"Is it true? A saint has appeared in the capital? I heard it through the newspaper though strangely he looked too charming for a saint?"