Chapter 378 Caught Red-Handed (R-18)

Mark swallowed, his breathing still uneven, and nodded while she pressed him against her enormous and soft breasts.

"Mary... I love you... I want to get you pregnant again... and fuck you until you can’t take any more."

Mary smiled, satisfied, and sped up the movement of her hips a little, enjoying the way Mark’s body responded beneath hers, completely at her mercy.

She sped up the rhythm of her hips, rising and falling with more force.

Every time she sank all the way down, the cum already inside her leaked out a little more, sliding down the inside of her thighs and dripping onto Mark’s abdomen.

The wet sound filled the room, mixed with their ragged breathing.

Mark dug his fingers into her hips and started thrusting up from below, trying to meet her, even though his body was still trembling from the previous orgasm.

"Don’t promise things like that if you’re not going to follow through," Mary murmured between short breaths, looking down at him. "So you’d better be serious... because I want to have as many children as possible."

He didn’t answer. His brain had short-circuited from the pleasure a while ago.

Mark’s cock stayed hard inside her, rubbing against spots that made her walls clench around him, and every thrust he managed was deeper than the last.

When Mary noticed he was barely listening, she let out a low, breathless laugh.

"Look at you... I’ve never seen you this energetic, baby," she murmured against his ear. "You look like an animal in heat."

"..."

"Now I regret not coming sooner," she said, panting. "So how about we make up for lost time?"

The moment he heard those words, Mark sat up quickly, still beneath her, and brought his mouth to one of her swollen breasts.

His lips closed around the pink nipple and he sucked hard. Milk came out at once, hot and sweet, filling his mouth.

Mark swallowed it in one go and sucked again, even more insistently, while his hips never stopped pushing upward.

The other breast hung free, brushing his cheek every time she came down.

Mary ran a hand through his hair and pressed him a little tighter against her chest, feeling Mark’s tongue work her nipple.

"Tell me the truth..." she said in a teasing tone, though her voice trembled. "Does it feel that good to be inside me... or is it knowing you got me pregnant that has you this crazy?"

Mark looked up for a second, mouth still wet with milk and breathing uneven, so he could meet her eyes.

He paused for a moment, wrapping an arm around her back to keep her pressed against him.

"It’s because it’s you, Mary," he answered in a hoarse voice. "Only you make me like this."

That unexpected confession made Mary’s eyes go wide and her entire body tense up before a sudden orgasm tore through her.

The walls of her pussy clenched hard around Mark’s cock, over and over, milking him desperately.

A long moan escaped her throat as she arched forward, pressing her large belly against Mark’s well-defined abdomen.

That sudden pressure and those contractions were too much for Mark, who was already overly sensitive from the previous orgasm. A second climax hit him instantly.

Cum shot out again in thick, hot spurts, filling her even more while he held her carefully so he wouldn’t put pressure on the baby inside Mary’s belly.

She took Mark’s face between her hands and kissed him, sliding her tongue in and seeking his with desperation.

The kiss was deep, intense, full of saliva and the milk that still lingered on Mark’s lips.

Without pulling away from his mouth, Mary carefully lifted her hips and pulled Mark’s cock out, now soft and slick.

A thick strand of cum and her own fluids connected the head to her pussy before breaking and falling onto the sheets.

The liquid soaked the fabric beneath their legs, spreading into a warm, wet puddle.

They stayed with their foreheads pressed together, breathing hard just centimeters apart.

Mary had her eyes closed and a smile full of satisfaction.

"I love you... I love you so much," she confessed, running a hand over Mark’s cheek. "I’ll never leave your side again."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hallway, the door to the delivery room opened.

Alice and Ely came out dragging their feet.

Ely’s hair was a mess, her dress sleeve was rolled up to the elbow, and she wore an expression of absolute exhaustion.

Alice, beside her, walked with her back as straight as ever, but she had her right hand clamped against her chest with her left, as if she were afraid to use it again.

Aria and Yuki were waiting by the door.

"Your turn," Ely said, without even stopping.

Aria swallowed.

"Is it that bad in there?"

Ely turned around and looked her in the eye.

"You’ll find out..."

Then a long, furious scream came from inside the room.

After that, Yuki let out a long sigh before pushing the door open and walking in with resignation. Aria followed her with the face of someone who didn’t want to go in at all.

The door closed behind them.

Alice and Ely were left alone in the hallway for a few seconds, listening to the muffled screams on the other side of the wood.

Then Ely let herself fall against the wall and slid down until she was sitting on the floor.

"I never want to go through anything like that again in my life...," Ely murmured.

"You’ll give birth someday too...," Alice reminded her with a grimace of pain on her face.

Then she sat down beside her, far more carefully, without letting go of her right hand.

"What happened to your hand?" Ely asked, glancing at Alice out of the corner of her eye.

"Rose asked me to give her my hand to squeeze during the contractions," she answered, carefully lifting it to show Ely her wrecked hand.

"You’ve got to be kidding me..."

Alice slowly flexed her hand and winced.

"I think the wounds I got fighting Bayle hurt less."

Ely let out a tired laugh. Then she rolled her sleeve up a little further and showed her forearm.

It had five crescent-shaped marks dug deep into the skin, side by side, still red.

"Look what Luna did to me," Ely said, wiping away a bit of blood. "She grabbed my arm when she started pushing and didn’t let go the whole time... I think I’m going to need stitches."

"Yeah, well... mine is worse."

Ely didn’t even bother answering that obvious provocation, since she was too busy bandaging her arm.

"I need a hug," she murmured with a sigh.

"How about we go see Master? I bet he’ll heal us."

"Good idea."

After that, the two headed to the door of Mark’s room. Ely didn’t even bother knocking; she never did.

"Master, you can’t imagine the day we’ve had--!"

But then she stopped dead, making Alice bump into her back.

"Hey! Why are you stopping?" Alice said, grimacing in pain. "I broke another finger because of you-- WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?!"