Chapter 1374: Fifteen Inches Entering the Goddess (r-18)

She started kissing him slowly starting from the center of his chest, the line down his sternum to the taut plane of his stomach. His scent hit her first, clean and dark and intoxicating, and then the taste of his skin followed, warmer and more addictive than it had any right to be.

A small, cute growl of hunger left her throat as she kissed lower, bit him just hard enough to feel him tense, and, with surprising ease, dragged his pants open and down and let his cock fall heavy into the air between them. His crown was already wet from her grinding and flushed dark, and the whole of him was thick enough that her black eyes dropped to it and simply stayed there.

She could have sworn she had never seen his cock like this; not without him enlarging himself on purpose.

He was huge.

So it wasn’t just her imagination!

Fifteen inches from base to the crown, and thicker than the fourteen she used to take when he increased himself. He was so hard he barely moved when he rose, his shaft dark and heavy and mapped with veins that stood out like coiled steel cables beneath the skin, taut and beautiful and almost violent in how they wrapped him.

His crown was broad and wet and already smeared against her stomach while she stared.

Fire rolled off him, then a thin frost-shine chased the fire, and the two traded places along his shaft while she watched; his leftover length looked obscene against the lean line of her, far too much cock for the dripping, just-eaten pussy he had left shining on the table.

That was what tempering his body had done to his cock.

She was not complaining.

Phei let her look.

He stood between her open thighs and let his monstrous length rest against her, his broad crown kissing her wet folds and his leftover inches lying heavy on the flat jump of her stomach while fire and frost traded places along him.

He watched her black eyes take in the size of him and stayed warm instead of cruel with one hand at her waist.

She looked up.

"Phei," she said, her voice wrecked and certain. "I love it. I want you to fuck me harder and deeper and faster than you’ve ever done before. And cum inside my pussy."

There was something she did not tell him.

Something selfish.

Something she wanted so badly she would not put it into words.

As he stepped deeper between her open thighs and let his monstrous, veined length rest against her dripping folds, his thick crown parting her wet petals and kissing her entrance without pushing in yet, she hoped she would get it anyway.

The Goddess opened her thighs wider and pulled the Young Dragon closer by the hips, her black eyes locked on his, asking for every inch her pussy could steal.

Her pussy clamped inside on nothing. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

She pulled him closer by the hips. She said "inside my pussy Phei" like a spell and opened wider.

Phei kissed the corner of her eye, still not inside her, and looked down at the place where his fat crown kissed her entrance.

He set the head of himself against her.

The table held her open.

Her thighs were still wet from his mouth.

Her pussy which had just been freshly eaten and still shining waited for him — a tight little mouth, flushed and dripping, the inner petals parted just enough to show the small, glistening entrance that had to take what he was about to give her.

Fire still rolled off it first, then a thin frost-shine chased the fire, and the two traded places along his shaft while she watched, transfixed. He dragged his crown through her open pussy and painted himself in her, and she could feel how little of his length would ever fit before he had even tried.

Fifteen dark inches hung between her thighs while he painted his swollen crown through her folds and smeared her wetness up over her clit and back down to her fluttering entrance.

The Ashford Madam watched with her mouth open and her hands white on the wood, likely doing the same arithmetic she did every single time and arriving at the same hopeless answer—fifteen inches of tempered cock rested against that smallness, dark and veined, the broad head already smearing her wetness up through her folds.

Phei notched his fat crown against her small mouth and held there for a breath, so she could feel the full size of the first push, while fire bloomed under the frost along the shaft she had yet to take.

He dragged the swollen crown through her pussy folds first, slowly painting her clit with the wet flare of himself before settling it back at that tiny, waiting mouth. Her entrance fluttered against him.

And then he pushed.

His crown forced her open in one slow, thick stretch.

Her pussy clung around his flare, wet and tight, and even that first push left a shocking amount of him still outside her, the rest of his cock out between her thighs, shining and, frankly, too much.

He held her ass in both hands and fed her more, inch by heavy inch, while she breathed through it with her forehead pressed to his.

"Haah... husband..."

"Easy," he murmured. "Take what you can."

He paused but she did not. Her hands slid down; the Goddess caught his ass, and pulled, and at the same time she dragged herself forward on the table and forced that huge head deeper into her own tightness.

Eight inches punched into her at once.

"Ahhh—Mhhh—!"

His cock tore out of her, loud and raw!

The mouth of her pussy stretched wide around the flare of him, inner walls clinging and fluttering, shocked by the sudden thickness. She felt every ridge, every vein, the fire on his cock and then the frost chasing it, the broad head opened her first and the thicker stretch of shaft following until her inner petals went thin and shiny around him.

The Goddess had taken him, although not all of him at once!

Her pussy swallowed his crown and then the first thick stretch of his shaft while her inner walls fluttered and gripped, and still a long leftover length of his cock stayed outside her, pressed to the wet seam of her ass as living proof of just how huge he was—eight heavy inches sat buried in her.

The rest of him still shone between their bodies.

Her thighs shook against his hips...

The Young Dragon held still after that first violence of his cock in her pussy and let her feel the shape of what she had taken, the fat head of his scepter already pressed against a deeper ring she had not opened yet, the leftover seven inches dark and wet and hanging heavy between her spread thighs while fire bloomed under the frost along the buried half.

Her lean stomach jumped once against nothing, teardrop tits lifting as she dragged air, violet eyes blown wide on the join where her small entrance had gone pale and thin around his girth.

Phei looked there and stroked the unseated length with two fingers so she could watch her own wetness shine on the veins he had not given her yet.

"More," she gasped. "Phei— more—"

He took her waist and fed her the rest in a long controlled bury while watching her stomach jump as more of him vanished. Her walls rippled around him in helpless little waves. He held her there, halfway seated, and rolled in a small grind so the head rubbed that hidden place inside her.

"Haaah."

She moaned into his throat but he kissed the sound and kept pushing in.