Chapter 309 - 315: Cruel Things

"N-no, I really can’t right now, Honey. I need to cook something special first. How about this? I will join you after I finish my task in the kitchen," she promised, raising her index finger as a valid reason to evade Dren’s advances.

"Ahh... well, I guess that’s fine then. I’ll accept those terms," Dren sighed in defeat, realizing it was hopeless for the moment. At the very least, he could look forward to enjoying his wife’s beauty shortly after.

"Then let me head downstairs... Mom will follow us down soon." She let out a soft sigh of relief, knowing she could finally retreat to the bathroom and remove the fresh cum filling her pussy.

"Hmm..."

"The obstacles are gone for now, Natasha. How about you finish cleaning my ass?" Quinn massaged her stomach, offering a surprisingly gentle touch after coating her entire body in his semen.

"Ahnn... okay. Show me, and I will clean your asshole..." Natasha followed his orders without a single hint of hesitation. She didn’t need to bother worrying about that pathetic son of hers anymore. It was finally her turn to enjoy her life as a fulfilled woman.

"Good. Work on it a bit faster."

"Why?"

"We are going to take a bath together. Or do you want your husband to see you in this exact state? Your entire body is covered in my cum." Quinn repositioned his hips back over her face, aligning himself directly above her eager mouth.

"Slurp... okay... slurp..." She began licking diligently. Natasha had completely accepted the fact that Quinn would be taking complete control of her life from now on.

"Ahh... yes, lick right there, Natasha. You certainly know what you’re doing."

"Slurp... slurp... Do you love the way I lick you, Quinn?"

"Yes, you’re not bad at all. Lick faster and it will be completely perfect." Quinn suddenly grabbed her soft thighs and locked them firmly behind his arms in an inverted position.

"Ahn... ahnn... What are you doing, Quinn?" she gasped softly. Her thighs were bent backward almost touching her own face, saved only by the firm lock of his strong arms.

"Just taking a look at your beautiful pussy. It’s time for me to clean out the inside." Quinn glanced toward the nightstand and spotted a smooth wooden stick resting nearby.

"Nghn... Don’t shove that stick in there! I only use that to reach and adjust the tall window..." Natasha stammered. Being on the shorter side, she typically used the long stick to manage household chores.

"Ohh, this is much better than using my fingers to scrape all the cum out from deep inside your pussy, Natasha. It’s actually quite useful..." Quinn thrust the smooth wooden stick straight past her entrance.

"Ngh... ahn... ahn... N-no! That feels far too strange... don’t do that..."

"Heh, I thought you were loving every second of this? Just look at how much semen is pouring out right now. It’s actually doing a great job cleaning your pussy out." Quinn adjusted his grip, angling the tip of the stick slightly higher to hit her sensitive spots.

"Ahnn! D-don’t do that... or else I won’t be able to control my body!" she whimpered. Thankfully, Quinn had deployed his oppressive aura to completely isolate the bedroom, masking every sound. Otherwise, her pathetic fool of a son downstairs would have easily realized something was terribly wrong.

"Shh... Do you really want Dren to catch you committing such dirty deeds? Are you truly a caring mother, or just a shameless whore?" Quinn pressed his heavy hips down, temporarily suffocating her face against his body.

"Ngnn... ahnn... ahnn... I’m sorry... I couldn’t control my voice."

"Yes, just like that. That submissive attitude suits you much better." Quinn continued using the stick to clear her core, watching thick streams of white semen flow out continuously, gathering into a small mountain on the mattress.

"Wow, your pussy greedily drank up every drop of my seeds. Look at the massive amount you were storing inside yourself."

"Nghn... I don’t know... This is my very first time experiencing anything like this."

"Yes, yes. That’s only because your useless husband was never capable of satisfying you properly. Now, let me get up." Quinn stood up, satisfied now that he was finished messing with her pussy.

"Ahh... wait. I can’t stand up at all..." Natasha couldn’t bring herself to move a single muscle. It was practically impossible for her after squirting over twenty times during their intense afternoon session.

It was already dusk, yet Quinn was still overflowing with boundless energy and vigor, ready to keep pumping his seeds non-stop.

What on earth... This is the first time I’ve ever encountered a man who can last this long. Most men can barely manage three minutes before giving up entirely... Natasha thought to herself, her mind completely reeling from the sheer physical difference.

"Crawl. It’s as simple as that, Natasha. I’m certainly not going to carry you. You’re my personal cumdump, got it?" Quinn didn’t care about romantic gestures. Such feelings might develop naturally over time, but for now, he intended to enjoy every second of his dominance.

What am I, a fucking pleasure machine? Well, it certainly doesn’t feel bad at all, Quinn mused internally, already planning to build a vast legion of his own offspring across the realm.

Although I’m thoroughly enjoying my life here, I shouldn’t forget that there are countless other exotic races waiting for me to conquer. Elves... oh man, they must be sweet as fuck. I definitely want to fuck one of those beautiful blonde Elves. His cock instantly hardened at the vivid image of taking a stunning blonde Elf from behind in doggy style while her pathetic husband watched helplessly with his tiny dick.

"Now, follow right behind me, Natasha. Let’s go enjoy a nice, warm bath together. I heard your pathetic son was hoping to share a romantic bath with Elaine—completely oblivious to the fact that I had just filled her womb to the brim with my seeds."

"Nghn... D-don’t say such cruel things about Dren..."

"Heh, sure, sure. Now, where is your bathroom located?"