2-3 Mrs. Mera, the New Bride of the Laundry (Amy - Hypnosis NTL Sex♥) (3)
Leaning back against Heart, her legs spread wide, Amy stared at Gaon Moon's cock pressing against her pussy and suddenly had that thought.
That thing was about to go inside her. Even now, at this late stage, she couldn't help wondering if this was really okay.
Something feels like it shouldn't be like this...
Plunging in—
"Nnghhaaah♡"
And his cock buried itself inside. So much thicker and sturdier than her husband's. Just the sensation of it pushing past her entrance was enough to turn Amy's mind blank white.
His cock delved even deeper. This married woman, still fresh-faced after two years of wedlock, writhed helplessly as it speared into her deepest depths.
"Your husband's never reached this far, has he, Amy?"
Her reaction and the untouched tightness of her pussy told the whole story. It had clearly never been plumbed this deep before. And now, Gaon was opening up new territory, leaving her in bewildered confusion.
"Ugh... Hic—..."
"What a shame. A pussy this amazing, and he never even tasted it properly. Couldn't satisfy you, either. Pathetic husband."
"Uuht, d-don't... badmouth my husband... His is plenty—"
"Sorry, sorry. Wasn't trying to insult him. Just feels like a waste, that's all."
Gaon apologized and began slowly rocking his hips. Her married pussy welcomed the long-awaited cock with voracious glee, clamping down fiercely.
Slurp... slurp... sluuuurp—...
Ah... Ah... Hnngh...
Pull out, thrust in. Pull out, thrust in again—this time grinding the shaft's side against her inner walls. Pull out, thrust deep. Out again, then in. Stirring her slick depths wide before rubbing her deepest folds...
"Aaah♡ Eut♡ Uuuhnnngh♡♡"
"How's my cock feel, Amy? Compared to your husband's?"
"Dunno♡ C-can't... can't think...♡ Never felt anything like this... Aaaah...♡♡"
Even as a married woman, Amy couldn't help reacting like a virgin to Gaon Moon's cock. Her pussy was being conquered in places her husband had never touched, trained in ways and intensities she'd never known. Each time, her mind blurred into haze, her body and lower belly floating weightlessly in ecstasy.
Unfamiliar pleasure crashed over her like raging waves, slamming relentlessly into her core. Before she knew it, Heart was pitching in too—kneading her heavy breasts and toying with her nipples.
The aphrodisiac-laced semen she'd swallowed earlier only made it worse. Her body burned in feral heat, her mind a total mess.
"Uuuuwoooooh♡♡ Aaaaaah~~~♡♡!!"
Amy climaxed hard as her pussy clenched around the invading cock. But no matter how many times she came, Gaon Moon's dick stayed rock-solid inside her.
His thrusts kept pounding away. He even leaned down for a kiss. Lost in a trance, Amy could only respond obediently.
Screaming in ecstasy, convulsing through orgasm after orgasm, drooling pathetic moans and saliva. By the time her pussy started memorizing his cock's shape, he finally unleashed inside her.
Gushing... gushing... gushing...
Ah... it's coming... inside...
Her husband always pulled out for birth control. No kids right now with work being so busy, he'd say. This was her first true creampie.
She couldn't see it flooding her womb, but she instinctively knew the volume and viscosity were incredible. Her womb, dormant through years of sex with her husband, now stirred awake at the swelling load—like it was stretching languidly...
"That was one hell of a pussy, Amy—Mrs. Mera."
Gaon pulled out and brought his cock to her lips. Following Heart's close whisper, Amy took it in her mouth and cleaned it dutifully.
Drained from just one fuck, Amy panted in exhaustion, her hazy mind focused solely on sucking him clean. Even after cumming, his veiny, throbbing cock showed no signs of softening.
Staring at it, she realized he was far from satisfied. Unlike her husband, this superior stud wouldn't stop at this. A fact she'd never known until now.
"Pretty satisfying, but sponsorships need careful thought. Gotta learn more about you first, Amy. That okay? You'll cooperate for your husband's sake, right?"
Licking his steaming cock, Amy nodded blankly. Feeling the heat rising scorchingly from her ignited womb...
Ah, ah, eut—
Amy straddled Gaon Moon's hips in cowgirl, servicing him of her own accord. Her ass bobbed up and down, slurping his cock in and out rhythmically.
She was the one pleasuring him, yet she kept cumming herself from the sheer bliss, climaxing repeatedly mid-service.
Watching the fresh young wife's eager display, Gaon grinned wickedly.
"Unexpected bonus, but damn, it's good. You hooked me up nice, Heart."
"Wasn't aiming for it... but glad you're pleased."
A married woman made for sweet spoils of war. But she was just a side prize, ultimately.
This place would be the launchpad for his next moves. Leverage Hilton Mera's church standing and hidden wealth, and things would smooth out nicely.
A new base was a win too. Heart's old place had been too cramped for two. This house was spacious enough for maids and more—no issues there. Even had a soundproof basement.
"Let's take down that Eve bitch ASAP."
"I'll support you with everything I've got, Gaon."
"...Appreciate it."
He grabbed a handful of Heart's moon-round ass, kneading it roughly. She wriggled her hips happily under his grip.
Meanwhile, Amy Mera kept riding away.
"Hnnngh...!"
She lifted her hips with a pitiful moan, squirting wildly as she came again. Even post-orgasm, she didn't pause—devotedly servicing his cock without rest...
The capital Berthel simmered with unease from a string of serial killings lately. Four cases so far, all in the past month.
All victims were women, found half-eaten like bugs had burrowed through them. Word leaked somehow, and folks were calling the killer "the Bug Harvester"—or the Grim Reaper.
That moniker stuck not just from the gnawed corpses, but traces left at the scenes too.
Either way, they couldn't ignore this shady bastard. Not in the Holy Light Kingdom's capital. It risked tarnishing the faith's reputation—and lives were at stake, lowborn scum or not.
But not everyone saw it that way. Especially not the lofty elites who never mingled with the slums.
"Damn those old pig bastards! Shoulda ripped their legs off and killed 'em...!"
Under the deep night's moonlight, the Second Saintess Sharon stormed back to the church, spewing vulgar curses unfit for her title.
She'd just met with an elder councilor over the killings plaguing the city—begging for backup.
They'd dragged her there late, claiming daytime was impossible. But when she arrived, the geezer was drunk off his ass, barely remembering the meeting.
They talked anyway, but it went nowhere. Budgets tight, manpower short—no dice.
His "tight budget" mouth still glistened with greasy feast remnants.
—Well... if you really need it, there's ways.
—Coming here this late, man and woman alone.
—Only one thing to do in that case, right?
—A woman begging a man? Best method's obvious.
Perverted old fuck. What does he think a saintess is?
Not even scared of the Goddess?
Still pissed her off. Maybe should've killed him right there. Regretted storming out in rage. Screw the aid—should've offed the prick.
...Not their first dick move, anyway.
Sharon handled city security. Past issues she'd poked into often tangled with these fossil councilors. They'd cut ties lizard-tail style, dodging blame.
Anyway, this meddlesome moth of a saintess, forever stinging their crimes, was a thorn in their side. Blocking her every public-good move.
Stewing in fury wouldn't fix shit. Pacing the church halls, pondering next steps, she caught a faint presence.
What? This late?
Down the dark corridor ahead—someone lurked. Hesitating briefly, then approaching.
Sporadic magic stone lanterns lit the figure's face.
"Noa, holy knight? What brings you here so late?"
"Ah... Saintess Sharon, sorry to bother you."
The one emerging from the shadows was Noa Florence, freshly returned to duty.