Chapter 321 - 327

"Ahn... ahn, please don’t joke around. My pussy wants far more than just fantasy..." She pouted prettily, shifting her thighs to spread her wet, aching folds wide open for him.

"Look at me... my body doesn’t lie. My pussy isn’t joking—it is literally overflowing with your warm cum right now..." She offered him a breathless, mischievous smile, leaning forward to gently lick the thick shaft of his clone, tasting the lingering salt of their previous mess.

"Haha, good girl. How about we fuck even more then? Let me give you everything you’re begging for, Sylph." Quinn growled, his large hands roughly kneading her heavy, soft tits, pinching her sensitive nipples between his fingers.

"Ahn... ahn... put it inside me... right now..."

"Don’t you love the thrill of an outdoor fucking? Look, my cock hasn’t even cum inside your pretty little mouth yet." Quinn stroked his erect shaft with long, deliberate friction, flicking his wrist so a strand of thick semen splattered across her trembling face.

"Ahn... don’t do that. It’s too dangerous... I really can’t do this out here in the open. My neighbor might look through her window and know I’m doing such a dirty, bad deed."

"Heh, she’s going to find out eventually anyway. What do you think she’s imagining right now, hearing you moaning so loudly in the crisp morning air? She knows damn well that Brian is stuck at work right now." Quinn flicked the swollen head of his cock against her blushing cheek, leaving another warm smear.

"Ah... ahnn... she won’t know for sure. Hehe, I’ll just cook her a nice plate of food later so she stays quiet and minds her own business. I’ll just tell her I was masturbating all on my own..." She darted her tongue out to lick the broad tip again, already completely addicted to his taste and authority.

"Haha, that’s a good little plan. Let’s get moving inside then. I want to make an absolute, irrecoverable mess of your home. How about we go straight up to your main bedroom? The very bed where you and Brian make love every night?" Quinn glanced down approvingly at her glistening, overflowing center.

"..."

"Silence means a yes. What an absolute, unfaithful slut you’re turning out to be." Quinn smirked, thoroughly satisfied by the helpless, flushed expression washing over her face.

"W-what about the bedsheets though...? They’re going to get completely ruined..."

"Use your magic power to clean the stain afterward... hehe, it’s so much easier that way. Besides, your husband might even be happier when he comes home if he smells that the bedsheets are completely fresh and washed."

Without waiting for another word, Owen hoisted her slender body up into the air, gripping both of her smooth thighs firmly in his hands while positioning her so her back leaned directly against his chest.

"Ahh... ahn... w-what is this strange, humiliating position...?"

"This is called the reverse shoving piston, Sylph. Let’s try this one out for a change. And of course, a little double penetration to follow..." Owen whispered the last words dark and low into her ear, as two of his solid clones stepped up directly from behind them to assist. He pulsed his magical aura outwards, wrapping a subtle barrier around the perimeter of the property to muffle their loud, shameless sounds from the outside world.

Though in all honesty, he didn’t care in the slightest if they were caught in the act. It was simply better to execute the entire scene professionally—it would serve as the ultimate, unforgettable ending for poor Brian.

"Ahn... ahn... double penetration..." she whimpered, her body shivering at the mere thought.

"Yes. I am going to shove my hard cock deep inside your dripping pussy and your tight asshole at the exact same time." He bit down softly on her earlobe, sliding his wet tongue down to trace the sensitive, exposed nape of her neck.

"Ahn... ahnn... god, I love that so much..."

"Now you’re finally telling the absolute truth. How about we break the news to Brian tonight that you love my cock so much more than his?" Owen whispered slyly into her ear.

"Ahn... what... what will happen to him if we do that...?"

"Hmm? Nothing bad will happen to him at all. You two can stay a happily married couple in name, but he just won’t ever be allowed to touch your pussy from now on. We’ll let him fap all on his own in the corner while you belong to me..."

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn... I’m not entirely sure if Brian has that specific kind of cuckold fetish..." She mumbled softly, though her hips twitched as she secretly relished the thrilling idea of letting their dirty secret blow wide open. There was simply no turning back for her anymore; she was completely enslaved to his shaft.

"Hehe, we’ll find out together soon enough. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. How about tonight? Right after he finishes his tiring shift at work?" Quinn kicked the front door wide open and carried her straight up the stairs, effortlessly maintaining his grip on her body in the reverse shoving piston hold.

"Ahn... ahn... o-okay. I love him... I really do... but I love your massive cock so much more... Hehe, I really don’t mind if we sit him down and explain that I still care for him as a companion... just not as a sex partner anymore. Just a sweet, normal roommate lover." She had finally made up her corrupted mind; it was time for her to be completely true to her deepest desires.

"Haha, good girl. You really are the absolute best, Sylph."

"Ngnn... eheh... then Brian can just raise our future son as his own proud child. That’s so wonderful..." She had already lost her mind entirely to the overwhelming pleasure, squirming as Quinn began rubbing his rigid length up and down against the crease of her ass.

"Yes, exactly. So let me fuck you senseless until he arrives at the doorstep. Absolutely no one is going to stop us from making our sweet, filthy lover story come true. We are one now, and you are my dedicated cumdump, Sylph." The clone standing at the front tapped the thick head of his cock against her soft stomach, leaving wet trails along her pale skin.

"Eheh... your cumdump... Please teach me more of your dirty lessons, master Quinn. I am your honest, obedient pussy toilet. Please, just fuck me hard..." She spread her arms wide open, displaying her heavy, arching tits for his enjoyment.

"Wow, you really are a hopeless slut. This is going to be the absolute greatest news of his pathetic life." Quinn was already vividly imagining the devastated look on Brian’s face when he walked through the front door, only to find Quinn ruthlessly fucking his wife from both ends with his clones.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ahhnn! Ahnn! Ahnn! So deep... ahh, my pussy... ahnn, and my asshole too!" She bit down hard on his neck, groaning loudly as the 10-inch long cock, boasting a thick girth of 2 full inches, penetrated both of her raw, stretched holes simultaneously.

"Moan louder for me, Sylph! Let’s enjoy the whole afternoon with pure, unadulterated lust! Don’t bother thinking about anything else—just focus on being true to your filthy self." The clone could feel the thick, warm residual semen pooling deep within her channels from their earlier rounds.

"Hoh, my clone is really working her body like a true artist. Her pussy was getting loose from all the abuse... oh, but look at that, it’s clenching super tight again!" Quinn chuckled, feeling her walls clamp down violently as if his mocking words triggered her arousal even further.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Don’t worry about a thing, Sylph, your tight little asshole is squeezing me completely dry! It’s one of a kind, a truly fresh and delicious ass!" Quinn roared with dark triumph, taking in the view of Sylph looking like nothing more than a busty, helpless toy being ruined by two big, relentless men.

"Ahnn! Ahn! Ahn! I really hope Brian will come to love this new arrangement... eheh... I’m so sorry, my dear husband, but I’ve finally figured out my real self... the real, slutty me... eheh!"

"Hoh, what a long day... but that’s another good shift down." Brian wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead after a hard day’s work, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Hmm...? That’s unusual. Sylph usually takes in the laundry now. What’s going on—is she sick? But she didn’t send me a message..." Brian opened the front gate, feeling a strange prickle of curiosity.

The strange feeling of a special someone getting stolen from him...but he didn’t think that as her wife

"Hah, must just be taking a nap. Hmmm... wait, why is the front door resting wide open?" He stopped dead in his tracks, a wave of unease washing over him. Sylph always locked the door tight, eagerly awaiting his return to greet him with her usual warmth and care... yet right now, the entrance stood completely ajar.