Hazel Became a Bad Mother
"Just sitting there still isn't any fun. Move, Hazel."
I'd pegged her as a bit dim, but Hazel caught my meaning quick enough. She cupped her massive breasts with both hands and started bouncing them up and down, stroking my cock between them.
A lewd pleasure rippled through my shaft, though honestly, it wasn't quite as good as a real pussy. No, the thrill came from making her service me like this—with her tits.
I watched her face intently as those huge breasts jiggled around my dick. Shame mixed with some sense of duty in her expression. I reached out and gave one of her nipples a light pinch, finally seeing her eyes glaze over with that erotic haze.
"Nngh... I'll do whatever you say, so please... not there...."
She winced on the pinched side, pleading with me like that. People always want to do the exact thing you tell them not to. And since I'm a twisted bastard from the start, her begging only sparked my defiance.
"Fine, then suck it yourself."
"...Pardon?"
"Your nipple. You don't like me touching it? Use your own tongue to stimulate it."
"H-how am I supposed to... with my own breasts...?"
She looked utterly confused, like she couldn't grasp it. Normally, human anatomy makes it impossible to suck your own tits, but Hazel seemed like she might be an exception.
"At least try. I think you can manage it."
Glancing at me warily under my command, she slowly lifted her enormous breasts. But even with their size, sucking them into her mouth was a stretch. Instead, she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, starting to lick her own nipple.
I could see the sticky saliva from her tongue glistening on that pale pink bud, unique to her. As she lapped at her own breast, her hips began to buck—she was clearly feeling it. Her body trembled, and the sight of her flicking her tongue over her tit was deliciously obscene.
"Quite the show, Hazel."
"Nngh...."
My mockery turned her face into a pitiful pout, but she didn't stop licking her breast. After all, even before the count died, she'd given her all for Lloyd on just a single plea. So she wouldn't quit tonguing her own nipple without my say-so.
I watched her hips twitch as she serviced herself, then slowly sat up. Her eyes naturally flicked to me, and I commanded her.
"Now, get on the bed."
She rose and climbed onto the bed without protest. I flashed her a wicked grin at her obedience. The spot where she'd been sitting was damp, the fabric darkened.
"Lie on your back like a dog, belly up. Legs this way."
I ordered her again, and she obeyed. I spread her instinctively clenched thighs, revealing her pussy bit by bit. Between her plump, perfectly fleshy thighs, her outer lips were already slick and swollen.
I reached out slowly, parting her labia. The red inner flesh, contrasting her pale skin, welcomed me.
"Nngh... please, make it quick."
She covered her face with her hands as she begged. Part of me wanted to torment her longer, but another part ached to bury my throbbing cock in that luscious body. I gripped my rock-hard shaft and rubbed it against her slit.
Her juices slowly coated my glans, and every time I nudged her clit, her body shuddered. After teasing her like that a few times, I carefully pushed into her pussy.
"Hng!"
As the unfamiliar intrusion entered her for the first time in her life, she tensed up. Maybe it hurt, but with her face covered, I couldn't check her reaction properly. Ignoring the resistance at my tip, I thrust deeper, and the tightness gave way as her inner walls clung to my shaft.
Savoring the satisfying grip of her depths, I commanded her again.
"Show me your face, Hazel."
"...Y-yes."
She removed her hands, revealing teary eyes. A strange thrill washed over me at the sight.
"That bad, doing it with me?"
"N-no, it's not that...."
She shook her head. But expecting honesty in this situation was greedy. I hilted myself inside her and lightly pressed her nipple.
"Eek!"
Her nipples were still hypersensitive; a lewd moan escaped her. The fun part? Every time I squeezed one, her pussy clenched tight around my cock.
"Mmm, nice."
I relished the textured walls rippling over me, tormenting her nipples. She whimpered, but her hips bucked slightly, chasing pleasure from below.
With wet squelching sounds, her pussy naturally milked me. From experience, she was definitely feeling good, so I asked the still-sniffling woman.
"Be honest, Hazel. You like it too."
"...T-truth is... yes."
"Then why the teary face?"
I pressed her after her candid reply. Sure, overwhelming emotion could bring tears, but her expression was different.
"B-because... it feels good."
"You cry because it feels good?"
"...H-Hazel's a bad mother. Feeling this... from another man's cock...."
Her tearful confession cracked me up.
"A masterpiece. A bad mother, huh."
"Nngh. Even now, it feels so good... I'm sorry to Lloyd... haaah...."
She mumbled, emotions all tangled. For me, who'd wanted to ruin her precious things, this was an unexpected bonus.
"I like that. Be more honest, Hazel."
"H-Hazel's... a bad mother. A total... slutty... mother."
I watched her pitiful face and slammed my hips harder. Absurdly, her words made my cock throb harder each time.
"Uha... haaah... hng!"
Pounding her aroused body, her massive tits bounced wildly, swinging in circles. Mesmerized, I latched onto a nipple.
"Haaaang... n-no... ahn... this is bad...?"
Impaled and nipple-sucked, she babbled deliriously. But lost in lust, I ignored her, surrendering to instinct. The uniquely human texture—not like Succubus Queen Lilite's—felt incredible wrapped around me.
Her pussy squeezed like it craved my seed, building my urge quickly. I finally released her breast and told her.
"Inside."
"N-no! I'll get pregnant!"
She looked horrified, but I erupted deep within her. Hot cum flooded her womb, making her spasm.
"Nngh... n-nooo."
Her words said no, but her pussy clenched greedily, wringing out every drop. I savored the afterglow, then slowly pulled out.
"Nngh...."
She wiped the leaking cum from her entrance, staring at me lost. The sight stirred me again.
"Fine, a deal's a deal. Here's your horn."
"Th-thank you."
After tasting her once more, I said that to the exhausted Hazel sprawled on the bed. Her limbs trembled faintly from the strain. I watched her dress, then spoke.
"Hazel, you might not know this, but I'm an orphan."
She turned at my unexpected words, eyes unreadable. I met her pitying gaze and briefly recounted my life.
Taking her by force, then preaching? Ridiculous, even to me. But I wasn't holding back what I wanted to say.