Chapter 896 - 895- Shut Up, Husband

Chapter 896: Chapter 895- Shut Up, Husband

Behind the wall, Kaida’s orgasm hit her mid curse, and the curse collapsed into a long, shameless, wobbling moan that carried across the entire garden, her legs kicking out straight, her fingers buried to the knuckle, her milk spraying.

Two moans and one scream echoed off the tower, layering over each other, and somewhere in the flower bed a plug sat gleaming in the sun, and the garden rang with the aftermath for a long breathless moment.

Viktor, buried in a climaxing woman with two wives audibly coming in the shrubbery, rolled his eyes toward the sky and made a mental note to be more thorough in future hunts.

The maid’s spasming cunt pushed him over the edge moments later. He groaned, slammed home, and flooded her, thick ropes of heat pumping directly against her spasming cervix, pouring into a womb that had waited a year and a dead husband for exactly this. She felt the heat bloom inside her and it extended her orgasm into something sobbing and endless, her arms wrapping up around his neck, her legs locking around his waist, her whole body curling up to cling to him.

"Master’s seed," she wept, clenching, milking him with rhythmic pulls of her sheath, her pussy actually sucking at his cock, dragging every last pulse out of him. "Take it. Take all of it. It is yours. It is finally yours..."

He fucked her gently through the tail end of it, churning his cum inside her, then pulled free. His seed came pouring out after his cock in a thick white rush, but before it could stain the grass, it simply vanished, drawn back up inside her, absorbed by the body he had already claimed and begun to change. Her pussy yawned, gaping, flushed, well used, and quietly kept everything it was given.

She lay in the grass, ruined and radiant, milk sheeted across her belly, and her eyes watched his cock with naked hunger even now.

He was not done. Neither, his erection announced, was his body.

He rolled her over, lifted her hips, and pressed his cockhead against the loosened rose of her ass, still slightly open from its long hours of wearing the plug, and she shivered and pushed back to meet him.

"Yes... there too, Master. Every hole of mine is yours now..."

He pushed in. She screamed again, softer, sweeter, and the moment he was seated in her hot clenching rear, he let the vibration come, the low buzz his body could pour into a woman he was inside, and she shrieked into the grass, her eyes crossing, fresh milk pulsing from both nipples in fat droplets.

"MASTER~!! IT IS BUZZING~!! IT IS BUZZING IN MY ASS~!! I AM... I AM GOING TO GO STUPID~!!"

"Then go stupid," he said, and began to ride.

Pah! Pah! PAAH!

He fucked her ass with long, heavy strokes, his hands gripping her broad hips, her cheeks rippling around every impact, her hanging tits swinging and milking the grass, and he took his pleasure like a man taking his taxes, thorough, unhurried, entitled.

When she moaned too prettily he leaned over her back and sucked the moans out of her mouth directly.

When her tits swung too temptingly he caught one in each hand and milked her in time with his thrusts, white ribbons running down his wrists.

"You are not a maid of the house yet," he grunted into her ear. "You are a hole with a circlet. My hole. Say it."

"I AM YOUR HOLE, MASTER~!! YOUR FAT BREEDING HOLE~!! USE ME LIKE A SLEEVE~!! HARDER~!! BREAK ME ON YOUR COCK~!! HAAA~!!!"

He obliged until the sun moved a hand’s width across the sky, and when he finally emptied himself into her bowels with a growl and a last flurry of hammering slaps, she collapsed flat beneath him, twitching, smiling into the grass, thoroughly and happily broken in.

He pulled out, surveyed her, surveyed the flower bed where the plug still lay, and then let his gaze drift, deliberately, slowly, to the two pillars at the garden’s edge. A silver ear tip poked out from behind one. A tuft of red hair and the tail end of a curse escaped from behind the other.

Two pregnant wives. Quivering. Soaked. Within sprinting distance.

He stretched his neck, considering, his spent cock already beginning to stir again with genuine philosophical interest.

’Should I drag my pregnant wives out of hiding and fuck all three of them together in a heap on this lawn. Or let them hide a little longer and cry their jealous hearts out first. Truly, the hard questions of state.’

Viktor’s chuckle had barely finished leaving his throat when the garden gate banged open.

Guards poured in, spears out, and behind them came a small hurricane in a nightgown. Kaida, hugely pregnant, cheeks flushed with rage, waddled at speed with a pillow still clutched in one fist like a weapon she had grabbed on the way out of bed.

"You... you shameless, rotten, two-timing, stone-hearted...!" The pillow flew. It sailed a full three meters wide. She kept coming anyway. "A month! A MONTH, you absolute pig of a lord! I have been swelling up like a wine barrel, my ankles are gone, I cannot see my own feet, and you are in the CAPITAL, playing SAINT, while I... haa... haa... you..."

Viktor blinked slowly. "Oh my."

"Oh MY, he says!" Kaida howled at the sky. "Oh my! Nine words! Nine words is what my husband has for me!"

Bella arrived a moment later, one hand under her own heavy belly, moving with the careful urgency of a cat-kin who had heard the shouting from three corridors away. Her silver ears were flat with alarm.

"Kaida, please, do not curse the lord! Do not curse my husband, he will..."

"YOUR husband?!" Kaida rounded on the smaller woman. "He is MY husband too, you fluffy little... do not tell me what to do, I have been on bed rest for two weeks, TWO WEEKS, and the healer says the twins could come any day, and where is he?! Gallivanting! In a capital! Being worshipped! And probably..."

She stopped. Her eyes fell on the two naked young women still kneeling in the grass, and on Lyssa standing by the roses with a box of golden maid ornaments in her hands, and Kaida’s face went through a fascinating series of weather patterns before settling on a thundercloud.

"...and DEFINITELY gallivanting," she finished, with terrible calm.

"Now it is my turn," Bella announced, stepping forward, chin lifted, ears up, tail lashing with intent. She planted herself in front of Viktor, drew a breath for what was clearly going to be a magnificent, prepared-in-advance scolding.

"Oh," Viktor said. "I forgot. I needed to ask about the improvement of my children."

Both pregnant women froze mid-breath.

"What?" they said together.

It was a cruel trick and he played it without a flicker of shame. In the half second of their confusion, he crossed the space in front of Kaida, and a towel materialized out of the air in his hand, wrapping itself around his waist in one motion, because even he had limits about what he discussed with his unborn children standing over.

Kaida’s mouth twitched. His hand closed around her waist, fingers splaying over the tight curve of her belly, warm and firm, and every ounce of her rage evaporated on contact. Her knees weakened. Her breath caught.

"You..." she whispered, and her thighs pressed together. "You manipulative... unfair... I am still angry with you..."

"You are dripping, my wife."

"SHUT UP."