Chapter 433 - : 433 : Pale And Crimson Breeding!
Aiden didn’t slow down for even a second. While still buried balls-deep in Selvara’s tight asshole, he gripped her hips firmly and rolled her onto her back in one smooth, powerful motion. Her legs folded up as he pushed them toward her shoulders, folding her voluptuous body into a deep, submissive mating press. The new position allowed his massive 12-inch cock to sink even deeper into her intestine without ever leaving her stretched hole.
Selvara’s pale eyes widened, a broken moan tearing from her throat. "My Lord—! Ahhn—! This position... it’s too deep—! You’re rearranging my guts—!!"
"Perfect view of my beautiful wife," Aiden growled with a predatory grin. He leaned over her folded body, his muscular chest pressing against her heavy breasts as he stared directly into her flushed, pleasure-drunk face. The black velvet dress was completely disheveled — bunched around her waist, shoulders pushed down, leaving her marked tits fully exposed and squished between her thighs and his body.
He immediately captured her lips in a deep, dominating kiss, tongue invading her mouth while he started fucking her asshole with merciless, piston-like thrusts. The PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of his heavy balls slapping against her ass echoed loudly in the bedroom. Each powerful stroke drove his wrist-thick cock balls-deep into her intestine, the fat head bulging her lower belly visibly from the intense angle.
"Mmmph—! I love you—! I love you so much, My Lord—!" Selvara moaned mindlessly into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as her body shook under the brutal assault. Her pointed ears twitched wildly, horns brushing against the sheets.
Aiden broke the kiss only to latch onto one of her bouncing breasts, sucking hard on the nipple while his teeth left fresh bite marks on the soft, pale flesh. "These tits look so fucking good squished like this, Selva," he groaned, switching to the other breast and sucking greedily. One hand mauled the soft mound, pinching and tugging the nipple while his hips never stopped pounding her ass. "Look at me while I fuck your tight little asshole."
Selvara’s eyes fluttered, trying to focus on his face as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "I love you—! I love you—! Your cock is destroying my ass... ahhn—! So good... I love you, My Lord—!!"
He kissed her again, slower and more lovingly this time, even as his hips slammed down with savage force. The mating press allowed him to grind deep, stirring her insides while his cock throbbed inside her stretched intestine. "I love you too, Selva. My strong, tsundere demoness... taking my cock so deep in your ass while carrying our child. You’re perfect."
He sucked on her neck, leaving dark hickeys, then moved back to her breasts — biting, licking, and kneading them relentlessly. His free hand occasionally reached up to tug on her curved black horns, using them as leverage to pull her body down onto his thrusting cock.
Selvara’s moans grew louder and more incoherent. "I love you—! I love you so much—! Harder—! Fuck my ass harder, My Lord—! I’m yours—! Everything is yours—!!" Her pussy leaked constantly onto her belly and his abs, untouched but dripping from the intense anal stimulation.
Aiden fucked her mercilessly in the mating press for a long time — long, powerful strokes that made her entire body jolt. He alternated between deep, loving kisses, sucking on her tongue, nibbling her sensitive pointed ears, and worshipping her breasts. Bite marks and hickeys decorated her pale skin like a map of his claim.
"Gonna fill this greedy ass, Selva," he groaned, speeding up. "Feel how deep I am? I’m going to pump so much cum into your guts you’ll be leaking for days."
"Yes—! Fill me—! Cum in my ass—! I love you—! I love you—! I love you so much—!!" Selvara babbled, her body convulsing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her asshole clenched like a vice around his thick shaft, milking him desperately.
With a deep, guttural groan, Aiden buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum erupted deep into her intestine, flooding her completely. The sheer volume made her belly swell even more noticeably as he pumped load after load inside her ass. Selvara’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in bliss as she trembled violently beneath him.
"So full... I love you... so warm..." she whimpered weakly, her body going completely limp after the intense climax. Her arms slipped from his neck as her breathing slowed into exhausted, satisfied pants. Within moments, her pale eyes fluttered shut and she fell into a deep, blissful sleep — thoroughly fucked and filled in both holes.
Aiden stayed inside her for a while longer, gently kissing her marked breasts, neck, and lips while stroking her pregnant belly. "Sleep well, my love," he whispered softly, brushing a strand of white hair from her face. "You were amazing tonight."
He finally pulled out slowly, a thick torrent of cum leaking from her gaping asshole onto the sheets. Selvara remained limp and peacefully asleep, a small, satisfied smile on her lips even in her dreams.
Aiden covered her gently with a blanket, admiring the beautiful, cum-filled mess he had made of his tsundere demoness wife.
The bedroom door suddenly creaked open.
Aiden’s sharp senses caught Thristle slipping inside. The stunning purple-haired Hobgoblin clutched her head with one hand, as if fighting off a headache or some inner turmoil. "My King... I... there’s something I need to—"
Her glowing purple eyes widened the moment they landed on his still-hard, cum-slick 12-inch cock, glistening with a mixture of his and Selvara’s fluids. Her words died instantly. Thristle licked her full lips hungrily, her expression shifting from concern to raw, predatory lust in a heartbeat.
Without another word, she rushed forward, dropping to her knees in front of him on the bed. Her hands grabbed his thick shaft possessively as she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him in one smooth, greedy motion.
Gluck—!
The entire wrist-thick length disappeared down her throat in a single go. Her tight, velvety throat muscles rippled and squeezed around his cock as she buried her nose against his pelvis, deepthroating him effortlessly.
"Fuck... Thristle," Aiden growled low, his hand instinctively moving to the back of her head. He didn’t stop her — instead, he helped, pushing her head down even firmer as he thrust lightly into her throat.
Thristle looked absolutely sinful in her flowing purple gown. The deep violet fabric clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin, the silky material shimmering under the low bedroom light. Delicate black lace sleeves and trim accentuated her massive, overflowing breasts, while the off-shoulder design beautifully framed her deep cleavage. A daring high slit ran up one side of the long, elegant skirt, revealing her smooth, toned thigh with every small movement. Her long, wavy purple hair cascaded wildly down her back and over her shoulders, framing her mischevious face with those striking purple eyes and her elegant demon horns curving upward from her head. Her pointed ears twitched with excitement as she worshipped his cock.
She didn’t pull back even once to breathe. Her throat worked relentlessly around his massive girth, sucking and massaging every inch with expert skill. Wet, gagging, slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head with fierce determination, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her exposed cleavage.
"Such a greedy girl," Aiden groaned, gripping her hair tighter. "Coming in here with a headache and immediately turning into a cock-hungry slut the second you see me. Look at you in that dress... it makes your tits and ass look fucking incredible, Thristle."
Thristle’s purple eyes watered slightly from the sheer size stretching her throat, but she only moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting up his spine. She pushed her head down harder, nose pressed flush against him as she swallowed repeatedly, milking his shaft with her throat muscles.
Aiden leaned back slightly, enjoying the view. The way the tight purple gown hugged her curves, the high slit exposing her powerful thigh as she knelt, and the way her massive breasts jiggled with every bob of her head made his cock throb inside her. He thrust gently into her throat, fucking her face with controlled movements while she refused to pull back.
"You’re not even breathing properly... just desperate to drink my load straight into your stomach, huh?" he teased, voice rough. He reached down and groped one of her heavy breasts through the silky dress, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipple. "This gown looks dangerous on you. Makes me want to bend you over and fuck you in it right next to my other sleeping wife."
Thristle let out a muffled, eager moan around his cock, her throat convulsing tightly. She sucked harder, tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft even while it was buried deep. She never once pulled off for air — just kept deepthroating him with relentless hunger, saliva pouring down and soaking the front of her elegant purple gown.
Aiden groaned louder, gripping her head with both hands now as he started fucking her throat more firmly. "Good girl... take every inch. I’m going to flood your stomach, Thristle."
Her purple eyes looked up at him with pure devotion and lust, tears of effort mixing with her makeup as she swallowed around him again and again. The wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds grew louder and more obscene.
Finally, Aiden’s balls tightened. With a deep growl, he held her head down firmly, burying his cock to the hilt in her throat.
"Take it all, Thristle—!"
Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted directly down her throat, shooting straight into her stomach. Pulse after heavy pulse flooded her, the volume so great that a small bulge appeared in her throat and belly as she greedily drank every drop without spilling any. She swallowed repeatedly, milking him dry.
Aiden held her there for a long moment, savoring the tight heat of her throat until the last spurt was drained. Only then did he slowly pull out, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.
Thristle gasped for air, licking her lips clean with a satisfied, hazy smile. A small trickle of cum escaped the corner of her mouth, which she quickly wiped and sucked off her finger. She looked up at him with glowing purple eyes, still kneeling in her sexy purple gown.
"My King... I needed that," she purred throatily.
Aiden barely had time to catch his breath after filling Thristle’s throat when the mischievous red-skinned Hobgoblin pushed him firmly onto his back on the large bed, right beside the still-sleeping Selvara.
Thristle climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and hugging him down with surprising strength. She pressed her soft, warm cheek against his muscular chest, nuzzling affectionately while her long purple hair spilled over his skin like silk.
Her crimson red skin glowed warmly in the low light, contrasting beautifully with her vibrant purple hair and the dark, glossy horns curling elegantly from her head. Long, pointed red ears twitched cutely, and a playful, naughty smile lingered on her lips even as she clung to him.
Aiden chuckled softly and stroked her back with one hand, the other gently patting her head between her horns. "What’s wrong, my naughty little Hobgoblin Princess? You came in here looking troubled. Talk to me."
Thristle nuzzled deeper into his chest. "My King... I suddenly felt so nauseous earlier... like everything in my stomach wanted to come up. Then this terrible headache started pounding behind my eyes. I told the others I wasn’t feeling well and excused myself from the kitchen. On the way here, my legs suddenly felt weak... I slid down to the floor in the hallway for a moment. I don’t understand what’s happening to me... I’ve never felt like this before. Am I sick, My King? I wanted to ask you right away..."
Aiden’s eyes widened in realization. He held her closer, internally calling out to his system.
*Lunara, check Thristle right now.*
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"Scanning... Confirmed, Master~," Lunara replied warmly in his mind. "Thristle is pregnant. Early stages, but very healthy. Congratulations Master~"
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A broad, joyful smile spread across Aiden’s face. He wrapped both strong arms around her voluptuous body, pulling her even tighter against him. "You’re pregnant, My Love," he said softly, voice filled with pure happiness. "First Luna, then Lysandra, Nyxion, Selvara... and now you. I am the luckiest man alive."
Thristle froze in shock, her purple eyes going wide as she lifted her head to stare at him. For a few seconds she simply blinked, processing the words. Then her eyes filled with tears of overwhelming joy. She let out a happy sob and hugged him as tightly as she could, burying her face back into his chest and nuzzling frantically.
"My King...! Really...? I’m... I’m carrying your child...?" she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. Her naughty side peeked through even now as she playfully nipped at his chest with her small fangs. "You really knocked me up... you perverted, wonderful King... I’m so happy... thank you... thank you so much...!"
Aiden laughed warmly, one hand stroking her long purple hair while the other rubbed slow circles on her lower back. "Thank ’you’, Thristle. For this incredible gift. You’re going to be an amazing mother... and I can’t wait to see your belly swell with our child."
Thristle sniffled happily, tears still streaming down her red cheeks as she kissed his chest repeatedly. "My King... I’m going to be a mommy... your naughty Hobgoblin is pregnant..." She wiggled on top of him, pressing her soft breasts harder against his body. "Does this mean you’ll be even more gentle with me now? Or will you still fuck me senseless while I’m carrying your heir?"
Aiden grinned, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her forehead. "Both. I’ll take care of you... and I’ll still claim every hole whenever my naughty wife wants it."
Thristle purred against his lips, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief and love. "Good... because this pregnancy is already making me feel so warm and needy for my King..." She nuzzled back into his chest, hugging him possessively.
The two stayed like that for a long time — Thristle curled happily on top of Aiden, basking in the joyful news, while Selvara slept peacefully beside them.
Thristle nuzzled deeper into Aiden’s broad chest, her soft red skin warm against him. Her voice came out as a husky, needy whisper against his skin. "You wanna fuck, My King... don’t you?"
Aiden’s grin was absolutely feral, eyes gleaming with fresh hunger. "Always, my naughty little Hobgoblin Princess."
Thristle sat up with a mischievous giggle, still straddling his waist. She reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a glass of water, and gulped it down thirstily, a few droplets spilling down her chin and onto her deep cleavage. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, purple eyes sparkling with lust.
"My King," she purred naughtily, leaning forward so her long purple hair curtained around them. "Should I open this new dress for you... or do you prefer to fuck me in it and tear it open yourself as we go?"
Aiden’s hands immediately grabbed two big handfuls of her plump, red ass under the flowing purple gown, squeezing hard. "Second option. Keep the dress on. I want to ruin it while I ruin you."
Thristle grinned wickedly. She reached down between them, her small hand wrapping around his still rock-hard 12-inch cock. She stroked it once, then moved her panties aside with her other hand and positioned the fat, cum-slick head at her dripping entrance.
Without hesitation, she sank down in one smooth, greedy motion.
"Ahhn—! My King—!!" Thristle cried out as his massive wrist-thick cock speared straight through her tight pussy, past her cervix, and buried itself fully into her womb in a single thrust. Her belly bulged visibly from the sheer size as her ass met his thighs.
She started riding him immediately in a deep, sensual cowgirl rhythm — rolling her hips and bouncing with eager abandon. The silky purple gown flowed around her thighs, the high slits parting to reveal more of her smooth red skin with every movement.
"Fuck... you’re so tight even after everything tonight," Aiden groaned, hands firmly on her ass, guiding her to ride him harder. "That’s it, Thristle. Bounce on your King’s cock. Let me feel that pregnant pussy squeezing me."
Thristle moaned loudly, her long purple hair swaying as she picked up speed. "My King—! Your cock is so deep... hitting my womb every time—! Ahhn—! It feels even better now that I’m carrying your child...! Harder—! Make me ride you harder—!"
Aiden slapped her ass sharply, the sound cracking through the room. "Faster, my greedy Hobgoblin. Show me how much you want this." His hands kneaded her plump cheeks roughly, fingers digging in as he thrust up to meet her bounces, driving himself even deeper.
Thristle cried out in pleasure, riding him with wild enthusiasm. "Yes—! My King—! I love your big cock—! It’s stretching my pregnant pussy so good—! Ah! Ah! Ahhn—!!"
Aiden reached up and yanked the off-shoulder purple gown down below her massive breasts. The silky fabric bunched under them, pushing the heavy, red globes up and together invitingly. Thristle leaned forward immediately, dangling her soft, overflowing tits right above his face, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Aiden didn’t hesitate. He latched onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard while his teeth sank into the soft flesh around it. He bit down firmly — hard enough to tear skin slightly and leave deep, possessive marks — then soothed the sting with his tongue before biting again on the other breast.
"Ahhn—! My King—! You’re biting so hard... tearing my tits—! It hurts but feels so good—!!" Thristle moaned brokenly, riding him even more frantically. Her purple hair cascaded around them as she pressed her chest closer, smothering him with her soft, marked breasts.
Aiden growled against her skin, sucking and biting greedily while his hands on her ass forced her to slam down harder. "These pregnant tits are going to get even bigger soon. I’m going to mark them every night while you carry my child." He thrust up powerfully, making her bounce wildly on his cock.
Thristle’s moans grew louder and more shameless. "Yes—! Mark me—! Bite my tits harder—! I’m your pregnant slut, My King—! Fuck—! Your cock is so deep in my womb—! I love you—! I love carrying your baby—!!"
The wet plap-plap-plap of her ass slamming down onto him filled the bedroom. Aiden alternated between devouring her dangling breasts — sucking, biting, and leaving fresh red marks and light tears on her soft flesh — and pulling her down for deep, messy kisses. Their tongues tangled sloppily as she rode him like a woman possessed.
"Rub your clit while you ride me," Aiden commanded between bites, one hand staying on her ass to guide her movements while the other pinched her nipple hard.
Thristle obeyed instantly, slipping a hand between her thighs to rub her swollen clit. "My King—! I’m going to cum—! Your cock feels too good in my pregnant pussy—! Ahhn—! Bite me more—!!"
Aiden sank his teeth into the side of one heavy breast again, sucking hard as he thrust up savagely. Thristle screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy and womb clenched tightly around his thick shaft, gushing hot juices all over his cock and balls.
She didn’t stop riding. Even through her climax, she kept bouncing, moaning mindlessly. "I love you—! I love your cock—! Keep fucking your pregnant Hobgoblin—! Fill me again, My King—!!"
Aiden growled, hands gripping her ass tightly as he pounded up into her. "Gonna flood this womb again, Thristle. Breed my naughty pregnant wife until you’re leaking everywhere."
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END OF Chapter : 433 : PALE AND CRIMSON BREEDING!
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