Chapter 477: Breed me properly

"Mm~ you’re despicable, you know that?" Hilda said, resting her head and back against Ethan’s broad chest. "But you’d make a great pillow if your hands weren’t so silly."

Ethan let out a low chuckle.

"How long do you think it’ll take for those two ships to be ready?" he asked, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. "We’ll need cargo ships too, and support vessels. The ones we have now are unreliable."

His hands were spread across Hilda’s slim, toned stomach, every firm muscle outlined beneath his palms. Her caramel-colored skin was creamy and silky, slightly damp with sweat, warm against his fingers each time she breathed.

"Four months with my current workforce," Hilda replied, glancing at the blueprints scattered on the table in front of her. "The cargo ships can be ready much faster—about ten every two months, depending on their size."

Hearing this, the young Lord nodded.

His left hand rose, sliding along her ribs, until it rested on her left breast, which was practically bare.

He lifted it gently, feeling the weight of that enormous orb sink into his palm, far too big for his hand. The soft flesh spilled over his spread fingers, warm and heavy, bulging out between them as he gave it the lightest squeeze.

His other hand, meanwhile, was moving down her belly, brushing her navel with his fingertip, until it reached the waistband of her shorts.

"Ah~" A high-pitched squeal escaped Hilda’s lips, her eyes widening as the button on her shorts popped open. The zipper slid down under the pressure of his grip.

Through the opening, the plump lips of that virgin pussy—tight and perfect—were revealed. They had a caramel hue similar to the rest of her skin, perhaps just a little pinker at the edges, where the folds met.

They were even wetter than her sweaty skin. A drop of honey trickled slowly between them, glistening in the dim light of the workshop before disappearing into the fabric of the shorts.

Ethan pressed two fingers against that tight cleft, drawing a long, sensual moan from Hilda.

He didn’t enter her. He simply let his fingers sink into that plump, slippery flesh, feeling her lips mold around the tips—warm, soft—closing over him as if they didn’t want to let go.

He felt her heat rising up his fingers. He moved them slowly, spreading the moisture upward until he found her clitoris—untouched, a hard little bud hidden at the top. The moment he brushed it, her whole stomach tightened under his other palm.

Hilda clung to Ethan’s forearms, her nails digging into his skin, while her legs, even without meaning to, spread a little wider over his thighs.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Ethan asked, burying his lips in her neck, kissing her and feeling her rapid pulse against his mouth.

"Nghnn~~ fuck... losing my virginity in a workshop full of machinery, fufufu~ it’s my dream." She let out a soft, trembling giggle, but couldn’t resist. Her hips pressed a little against his hand, seeking more of that touch.

"If you want, I can take you to the palace first."

"Ah... screw it, let’s just do it. I’ve been waiting for that huge white cock ever since you asked me to be your wife. I love my job one way or another." Hilda gave another little laugh, this time hoarser, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She spun easily on Ethan’s lap, pressing her legs together for just a brief moment, only to rip off her shorts and toss them on the floor, where they landed next to a toolbox.

Her knees straddled him, and her ass settled onto Ethan’s lap. Her buttocks spread heavily against his thighs, the warm, pliant flesh settling around the bulge trapped down there and swallowing it between her cheeks.

She could already feel that huge, erect member pulsing against her with every beat of his heart.

"Good." Ethan smiled.

His left hand rested on Hilda’s wide hips, his thumb caressing the soft curve, while his right hand slid up her back to where that thin fabric—which hugged her breasts horizontally—was tied.

He didn’t untie the knot. He just pulled it back.

The fabric, barely three fingers wide—not even enough to cover Hilda’s nipples and areolas—sank into those caramel-colored breasts under the pressure, pressing them against her torso.

The flesh overflowed above and below the band, spilling out in two plump, sweat-glistening curves, and her nipples hardened even more under the pressure, poking stiffly against the strained cloth.

She moaned, clutching Ethan’s shoulders, her back arching involuntarily, which only stretched the fabric tighter against her flesh.

The pressure increased more and more, the fabric creaking softly, until, finally, a small tear appeared right in the center, in the sweaty valley between her breasts.

The fabric tore open with a loud, sharp snap, and those enormous breasts, suddenly free, sprang out and collided with one another with a muffled wet pop.

They swung heavily from side to side, swung back, bumped into each other again more gently, and only then settled down, still quivering slightly, their hard nipples pointing toward Ethan’s face.

"Nghnn~~ Damn it, do you think you’re the only one who can rip things open?" Hilda asked with a frown, grabbing Ethan’s shirt with both hands and pulling.

The fabric gave way with a sharp rip, revealing his broad, sculpted chest, along with those abs that looked as if they’d been shaped by the hands of a god.

She let her fingers slide over the rigid muscles for a second, just to feel the warm, firm texture beneath her fingertips, his abs contracting slightly at her touch.

Although she wasn’t exactly focused on magical studies, Hilda had mana. A faint glow on her fingers, and Ethan’s pants turned into shredded fabric as well, falling in strips down the sides of his lap.

His cock rose as soon as it was free, the massive, thick, veiny shaft of the pale member pressing up against her pussy from below.

The heat of that thing spread across Hilda’s plump lips, and she felt her pussy grow even wetter just from its weight there, resting between her swollen folds and smearing them with her own slickness.

"There, now we’re even, hehe." She gave a soft chuckle, running a hand through her short red hair, a strand or two sticking to her sweaty forehead.

Hilda brought that same hand back to Ethan’s shoulders.

Leaning her weight on him, she lifted her ass, just enough to make room, her thick buttocks peeling away from his lap with a slight tremor in her caramel-colored flesh.

"Let’s get on with it," she said, unable to hide the impatience in her voice.

"This position is a little embarrassing, you know? Just pound this fat pussy and take my virginity... I’m dying of anticipation for that huge white cock. So, breed me properly."

"You know..." Ethan rested one hand on her hips, while the other guided his cock toward her pussy.

The thick head brushed against her swollen lips, parting them slightly, coating itself in her slippery heat. "I like how straightforward you are."

Without hesitation, he pulled her onto his lap.

The cock sank in all at once. The plump, caramel-colored lips parted around the pale shaft and closed like a tight ring, squeezing it hard, pulling it inside as if they never wanted to let go.

Hilda felt the pain first—a sharp twinge as her virginity was taken—her nails digging into Ethan’s shoulders and a short moan caught in her throat.

But that pain soon faded, swallowed up by the heat rising through her belly.

Her ass fell onto Ethan’s lap with a loud, wet slap. The two plump, caramel-colored globes flattened against his thighs for a brief moment, spreading out to the sides and back, before returning to their place with a heavy sway, the flesh still wobbling slightly at the edges where it hung past his legs.

Her tits bounced with the descent, the huge, perfect milk jugs rising together and crashing back against her delicate torso with a muffled slap of flesh against flesh, bouncing once more before coming to a stop, still trembling for a few seconds afterward.

"F-fuck~" she moaned, her head falling back, her sweaty neck exposed. "Aghnn~~ it feels even bigger when it’s inside me... fuck, oghnn~~ how can that delicate little thing of yours, Alice, handle something like this?" she asked, clinging tightly to Ethan, her entire body tense on top of him.

She could feel every centimeter of herself filled, his member pressing deep against the entrance of her womb, his veins pulsing against the sensitive, tight flesh inside.

Her slender belly rose and fell with her short, ragged breaths, and one could even see a slight bulge where he filled her.

Without Ethan even moving, her hips began to rise on their own, her pussy sliding slowly along his sticky cock, her plump lips being dragged along with it, clinging to the shaft. Hilda bit her lip, ready to ride that huge cock until her knees gave out.

Ethan gripped her slender waist with both hands, supporting her, feeling her warm, damp skin slip slightly beneath his fingers.

His eyes fell on the system notification that had just arrived.

[You took the virginity of Hilda’s, the Divine Shipbuilder!

You received: 1x Transcendent-Level Naval Item Gacha Ticket]