Chapter 82: The Second Release and the Radiance of Birth

Chapter: The Second Release and the Radiance of Birth

Fafnir returned to the basin after pouring his essence, infused with his pure energy and Sonora’s energy, into Griselda’s womb. The luminous pink oil was still gently rippling like the surface of an enchanted lake, carrying a hot, sweet scent mingled with the fragrance of femininity and semen. He found Sonora sitting in its center, her voluptuous body submerged up to the middle of her chest. Her face was strangely flushed from the intensity of her accumulated arousal, while her large buttocks were fiery red and swollen from the countless slaps Fafnir had delivered, the skin reddened and marked by the imprints of his fingers.

She had spread her legs wide apart, alternately rubbing her swollen, moist vaginal lips with her fingers until wet sounds could be heard, and then thrusting three fingers deeply between her hot pink folds in a feverish act of masturbation, pulling them out and pushing them in forcefully until her clear fluids emerged and mixed with the oil. Her other hand tightly squeezed her right breast until its shape was distorted, pinching the swollen pink nipple until it became even more engorged and a small drop of milk trickled from it.

When Sonora saw that Fafnir had finished ejaculating inside Griselda, she quickly rose from her place. The oil slid down her body in glossy, sticky pink strands, leaving shining traces across her curves. She turned her body toward the other side and presented her large red buttocks to him as though they were a living offering, the two cheeks swaying heavily and provocatively.

She raised one foot and placed it on the edge of the basin, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. She then slid her hand between her thighs and slowly and provocatively spread apart her swollen, moist vaginal lips with her fingers, revealing the swollen pink opening that throbbed and dripped with hot fluids.

She spoke in an alluring, weak voice trembling with need as she opened herself further:

“Fafnir… penetrate me quickly with your cock… I need you inside me… now… I feel an emptiness burning inside me.”

Fafnir’s mind stopped thinking. Primitive lust swept over him like a red storm. He lunged at her from behind like a sacred beast, gripping her hips so firmly that his fingers sank into the soft red flesh, and thrust his penis into her hot pink folds in a single motion.

It slid in easily thanks to the oil and fluids, but her tight walls clung to him as though they were swallowing him, until the head of his penis struck her cervix with an audible impact.

Sonora let out a loud moan of sensual pleasure, her voice broken:

“Hnnn… yes… I want your cock to stay… ohhh… inside me forever… I can feel it penetrating me to the bone…”

Fafnir began thrusting his hips with unprecedented force, each thrust making her buttocks ripple violently and distort under the impact, the red flesh trembling with every collision. He absorbed her dense pure energy through his penis and stored it in his testicles, the sensation resembling the swallowing of living fire.

The sounds of wet flesh striking against flesh echoed throughout the room in a strange and provocative symphony, mingling with the sound of splashing oil:

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

“Haaang… yes… don’t stop… Fafnir… keep going… hit me harder…”

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

“Sonora… ahhh… your vagina… is sucking me in with tremendous force… ohhh… its walls are squeezing me as though they want to crush me…”

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

He continued for a full half hour at incredible speed and escalating intensity. The walls of her vagina gradually turned dark red from the intense friction and repeated impacts, while the fluids mixed with the oil frothed at the entrance, forming sticky white foam.

The oil splattered around them like sacred spray, while Sonora’s buttocks rippled violently beneath every slap, her skin becoming increasingly red and leaving deeper marks.

“Ahhhhh… haaang… faster… hnnn… I can feel it tearing me apart with pleasure…”

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Fafnir moved her long green hair to the side, revealing her smooth, pale neck before his eyes. He bit the flesh lightly at first, then more forcefully, leaving deep red bite marks, while his hands grasped and squeezed her breasts with pleasurable force until a small amount of milk trickled from her nipples.

Sonora let out a loud moan from all the simultaneous stimulation, her body trembling violently:

“Hnnnn… you… haaang… you’re driving me insane… Fafnir… ahhhh… bite me harder… squeeze me…”

After hundreds of continuous thrusts, Fafnir felt his climax about to erupt, his testicles contracted and full. He increased his speed even further until Sonora’s buttocks rippled violently and continuously distorted beneath the impacts, the flesh trembling like waves, while she moaned wildly and drooled:

“Ahhhhh… ohhhh… haaah… haaang… I’m going to climax… I’m going to climax…”

Suddenly, Fafnir pulled his penis out of her vagina. The oil and fluids slid from it in glossy, sticky strands, while the opening remained open, throbbing and dripping.

He disappeared from his place and reappeared between Griselda’s legs. He penetrated her vagina deeply until he reached her womb in a single thrust, her tight walls clinging to him. Then he released his semen inside her womb, saturated with immense, glowing energy.

Her entire womb became filled until the dense, luminous white semen overflowed from the opening, flowing down her thighs in thick, sticky strands and mixing with her previous fluids.

After Fafnir released his second essence into Griselda, her body began to glow with a brilliant ethereal light that pulsed like the heartbeat of a cosmic being.

The light spread from her womb to her abdomen, then to her chest and face, as though a tiny star were being born within her, her skin shimmering from within.

The sight terrified Fafnir. He quickly called out to Sonora in a deeply worried voice:

“Sonora… come here quickly… Griselda’s body is glowing strangely…”

When Sonora heard Fafnir’s worried voice, she quickly rose from inside the basin, oil and fluids dripping from her body in sticky strands. She disappeared from her place and appeared beside Griselda’s body lying on the bed.

Seeing the ethereal light pulsing through Griselda, she quickly placed her hand over Griselda’s womb. Her hand began glowing with a soft green light as she examined her for several long moments, her fingers gently pressing against the glowing skin.

Then her eyes opened with overwhelming excitement, and she cried out with majestic happiness:

“This is wonderful… the child has finished developing… and is about to be born.”

The room fell silent for a moment in heavy, expectant stillness. The ethereal light slowly grew brighter, the semen still flowing slowly between Griselda’s thighs, while the pink oil in the basin rippled like a silent witness to an ancient ritual that was approaching its sacred climax.