11.9 I Do It. 3P - Cheong-ah, Bella
"Hic…! Ah…! M-Master, your…! Stop, pleeease…! I-I'm gonna… break…! Hic, ahh…!"
Bella clutched the bedsheets in her fists, her face a tear-streaked, snot-smeared, drool-covered mess as she wailed. I snapped my hips forward relentlessly, pounding her pussy with the savage intent to wreck it completely. She stayed locked in that bitch-on-all-fours position, unable to lower her waist on my command. All she could do was beg amid her cries as my cock hammered into her without mercy.
Grk, kgh…! Oh god…!
"Master, Master…! I'm dyingyy…! My pussy…! Hngghk…!"
Thwack, thwack, thwack…! My pubic bone slammed against her ass cheeks, swollen bright red and puffy. Each impact sent a wet squelch-squelch echoing from her pussy, her juices splattering everywhere.
"Don't be such a drama queen, Bella."
"Kghaa…! Nnghaaa…! Khk…! I'm not… being dramatic…! Ahk…!"
Squelch—squelch—squelch—.
"My pu… pussy…! Ukh, agiiiik…!"
"Hah, seriously…."
Despite her pleas, I just snorted and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up. Her limp upper body rose easily, slick with sweat—her heaving tits glistening, beads of perspiration dotting her stiff nipples. With her torso upright, her pussy clenched shorter around me. My glans ground mercilessly against her inner walls, bulging out her belly visibly.
"Hak…! Hngt… It's real… my pussy's gonna break…! Please, ahk… Ian, hnghok…!"
She swore it was too much, that she was dying, begged me to stop—but her lips curled upward in a grin. Her pussy walls milked me tighter with every thrust, begging for more. Her womb clung suckling to my tip, desperate to be flooded with cum. And yet? Too much? Stop?
"Bullshit…!"
Smack!!
"Kyaaaang…!"
I whipped her bloated ass and seized her ankle, flipping her over in one rough twist. Her face was drenched in bodily fluids, tears streaming anew with each plunge.
"Stop… hnght… I'll behave from now on… I was too cocky, forgive me…!"
I switched positions but gave her no respite. Grabbing both ankles, I spread her legs wide into a V and slammed my hips forward mercilessly.
Squish-squish…!
"Hngt, uk… nnght… hic… nnghok…!"
"Forgiveness? You crazy slut, your pussy's squeezing me in joy—what forgiveness?!"
I squeezed her tits, battered her womb with my cock. To shatter her pussy completely, I drove into her even harder.
"Say it like before—how much you love cock."
"Nnghit…! Hic… C-Cock… it's good, ahk… I love cock…."
"So any cock will do?"
"N-No… Ian's… ahk… thick, long cock… haa, good…."
Then her pussy clenched faintly in another mini-orgasm, the building urge to cum surging up. I gripped her throat and leaned forward.
"Liar. Any big cock would do."
"Gkh… khk… Nooo… ahk. Yours… because it's yours… hngk, the cock that tamed my pussy… I love it…!"
I tightened my grip slowly on her pale throat. Harder. Bit by bit.
"That's music to my ears."
"Ohok… gk… ghk… S-so… ahk… fuck… ukh…."
Her pussy contracted in sync. Choked for air, her primal breeding instinct narrowed fiercely.
"Ghehk… hek… hahek… Cum quick… ahk. Fill my pussy, my womb with your seed…!"
Bella's pussy clung desperately to my cock, craving my load more intensely.
"Bella."
"Wh-What…?"
"Beg for my cum. I'll give it to you."
"Khit… hic… Perverted bastard…."
"And you hate that?"
"When did I say that? Makes it even better… my husband…."
That word made me throb harder, the urge to unload thickening. Suppressing the impulse, I muttered.
"…Husband?"
"Yeah, husband… Feel honored, huh…? I'm a princess, after all… ahk…."
"I like the sound of that."
Her slick walls tangled around me. Her womb gaped open, begging for the flood.
"Hngt… ahk. Gonna cum? Hic…."
"…Yeah."
Bella whispered huskily through her strangled throat.
"…Good, cum inside me, Ian… Fill me up… in this arrogant bitch's womb, hngt…."
Her mouth parted, tongue flicking snake-like.
Slurp…
I crushed my lips to hers, pressing my body flush. Hnnngh….
Throb…! My glans crushed her womb. My cock swelled instantly, urethra erupting with thick white ropes. Scorching semen like molten lava poured into her depths.
Spurt, splurt, spluuurt… Glorp, glorp. The sticky, viscous cream overflowed her stuffed womb, leaking past her tight walls.
"Haa… Fuck, Ian. That was goddamn amazing."
"Would've been nicer without the swearing."
"Ah, sorry. Mercenary habit. Get eaten alive if you look weak. Cut me some slack."
My cock still buried, her overflowing juices seeped out. Savoring the afterglow with endless kisses—that's when it hit.
"But wait just now… Huh?"
"Hic… hiic."
A pitiful sob from beside us. What the hell…?
Bella and I whipped our heads around in unison, eyes wide. There was Cheong-ah, fat tears like chicken droppings plopping down as she frantically wiped her eyes, sniffling.
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Ian roughly folded Bella's legs, flipping her onto her back. Her face was utterly wrecked. Yet her innate beauty shone through, twisted into something even lewder, more obscene—and utterly captivating. Even as a woman, Cheong-ah could see it. How must it look in a man's eyes like Ian's? Surely even more intoxicating than it did to her.
Hngt, uk… nnght… hic… nnghok…! The beastly cries spilling from Bella as his cock ravaged her depths. Ian's face burned hotter with arousal as he hammered her relentlessly.
Jealousy. Envy. A possessive urge boiling from the depths of her heart.
The sight of him choking her throat, claiming her mouth. Rougher, more primal than with her. Ian devouring Bella.
…Husband.
Cheong-ah's black pupils blackened completely, losing focus, sinking into inescapable void-like darkness.
Ears ringing, vision blurring. Nothing heard, nothing seen. Her heart plummeted deeper. Blackening jealousy taking root.
She'd sworn not to become a jealous woman, but this massive flame filling her chest grew uncontrollably.
If I can't have him fully… I'll destroy…
Just as that thought threatened to explode outward—
Cold moonlight from outside chilled her mind.
…Ah.
What was I just thinking…?
Husband is my benefactor…
The one who gave her this beautiful world. Light. Things she'd never see in her lifetime, only imagined—he gifted them all.
And yet she'd pretended ignorance, feigned innocence. Just acting to ensnare him.
"…Hngh."
In that instant, the burning fury flooded into regret. Nose stinging, eyes welling with sorrow. Her blurred vision refocused—only to cloud again with pooling tears.
Drip—drip—.
Tears fell endlessly. She wiped and wiped, but they soaked her knees.
"Hic… hiic."
Then Ian's voice, warm arms pulling her into an embrace.
"…Why are you crying?"
Overwhelmed by his worried tone, Cheong-ah shook her head.
"It's nothing, sorry…."
"Like hell it's nothing. You're crying because I'm fucking Bella. That jealous?"
"Jealous… sort of, but not quite."
Bella, watching quietly, asked curiously.
"Then what?"
"You don't need to know, Bella."
"…Jeez. Cheater."
Her words were gruff, but Cheong-ah caught the apology in Bella's eyes. …She's kind. Thinking back, Bella must have been jealous too. Sharing a room with Ian every night—Bella would've envied that. Unlike her, Bella hadn't had a single night alone with him since her first time. Sure, subjugation prep had kept them busy, but still.
In truth, this was all karma from her own actions. She'd urged him to accept Bella. Known her feelings and subtly provoked her anyway. Then built a flimsy fence and got jealous. Shame burned at her ugliness.
What did I even want…?
Reflecting, Cheong-ah clung to Ian and apologized to Bella.
"Um, Bella."
"…Yeah?"
"The, uh, ban. I'll lift it. Sorry. I think I was just jealous."
"Oh, really? That's great. But that's it?"
"Uh, anything else you need?"
"Hmm?"
Bella pondered, stroking her chin, then turned to Ian.
"Hey, Ian."
"What?"
"How do you think it'd feel fucking me and Cheong-ah at the same time?"
Ian answered without hesitation.
"…Bella, lie down."
"Hiiik, you perv."