Chapter 197: Lily Wants to Hear Me Moan Her Name (R18)
Lily’s eyes narrowed at my defiance, her towering cock twitching with anticipation as it stood rigid between her muscular thighs. She stepped closer, her alpha presence filling the room, making the air thick with her commanding scent.
"Oh, really?" she growled, her voice low and laced with amusement. "You think you can stay silent while I take what’s mine? We’ll see about that, little one."
She reached out, her strong hand gripping my chin firmly, tilting my head up to meet her gaze. My heart pounded in my chest, the pregnancy hormones already making my body hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive with need despite my attempt at control.
I was submissive by nature, especially to her and the others, but this challenge was my way of playing along, testing her dominance.
"On your knees," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. But I was already on the table, legs dangling off the edge. She smirked, adjusting her stance. "Fine. Stay there. Open that pretty mouth wider around those panties."
I glared up at her, but my body betrayed me, thighs pressing together as arousal pooled between my legs. The balled-up fabric in my mouth muffled any retort, tasting of my own wetness.
Lily’s hand slid from my chin to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she guided me forward. Her cock, thick and veined, bobbed inches from my face, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum.
"Suck it," she commanded, pressing the tip against my lips, smearing the salty fluid over the panties. I hesitated for a split second, earning a sharp tug on my hair. "Now, Emily. Show me how much you want to please your alpha."
Reluctantly—or maybe not so reluctantly—I parted my lips further, the panties stretching as I took the head of her cock into my mouth. The fabric barrier made it awkward, but it added to the humiliation, the submission. Lily groaned, her hips bucking slightly as she pushed deeper. "That’s it. Take more. I know you can."
I gagged softly around the intrusion, my jaw aching already from the girth. Her cock filled my mouth, stretching my lips wide, the panties soaking through with her pre-cum and my saliva.
I bobbed my head tentatively, sucking as best I could, my tongue pressing against the underside through the damp cloth. Lily’s grip tightened, controlling the pace, forcing me to take her deeper until the head bumped the back of my throat.
"Good girl," she murmured, her free hand caressing my cheek almost tenderly before sliding down to cup one of my breasts. They were already swelling from the pregnancy, sensitive nipples hardening under her touch.
She pinched one, rolling it between her fingers, and I whimpered into the gag, the sound muffled but undeniable.
Lily chuckled darkly. "Trying so hard to be quiet? Let’s see how long that lasts." She thrust forward, her cock sliding in and out of my mouth with increasing rhythm.
The table creaked under my weight as I leaned into it, hands gripping the edges for support. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with the tears forming in my eyes from the effort. Her balls slapped against my chin with each push, heavy and full.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to please her despite my self-imposed silence. The dominance in her eyes, the way she used my mouth like her personal toy—it sent heat rushing to my core. My pussy clenched emptily, aching for attention, but this was about her control.
After what felt like an eternity of wet, slurping sounds filling the room, Lily pulled back suddenly, her cock popping free with a slick sound. Strings of saliva connected us, and she wiped the head across my cheek, marking me. "Enough of that. Turn around. Ass up on that table."
My breath came in ragged gasps around the panties, but I obeyed, twisting my body to face away from her. I leaned forward on my elbows, arching my back to present my ass, the cool air teasing my exposed holes. My pussy was slick, lips swollen, but she had other plans.
Lily’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table. "Look at you, so eager even when you’re trying to fight it. Begging for it without a word."
"G-Geeeentle, r-r-rrrremember?" I mumbled through the gag, the words garbled.
She leaned over me, her cock pressing hot against my thigh. "I said I would be. But you’re mine to knot, pregnant or not. Relax for me, Emily."
One hand reached around to rub slow circles on my belly, a rare moment of softness, before she spat on her fingers and worked them into my ass. The intrusion burned at first, but she was slow, scissoring gently to open me up.
"Fuck, you’re tight," she breathed, adding a second finger. I bit down on the panties, stifling a moan as she stretched me. Her other hand found my breast again, kneading the soft flesh, thumb flicking the nipple until it pebbled.
"These are getting so full. I can already taste the milk in them. I am gonna drink you dry while I fuck this ass."
She withdrew her fingers, replacing them with the blunt head of her cock. I felt it nudge against my entrance, slick with my saliva from the blowjob. "Breathe for me," she ordered.
"That’s it—good girl." As I did, she pushed in. Inch by inch, her thick shaft breached me, the stretch intense but bearable. I gripped the table harder, knuckles white, as she filled my ass completely.
"Oh god," I thought, but no sound escaped. Lily bottomed out, her hips flush against my cheeks, and paused, letting me adjust. Her hands roamed my body—one on my hip, the other sliding up to capture my breast fully. She squeezed, then leaned down, her mouth latching onto my nipple from the side.
The suction was immediate and powerful. She sucked hard, tongue lashing the sensitive bud, drawing a muffled cry from me. Milk hadn’t started yet, but the pull sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"Mmm, so sweet already," she murmured against my skin, popping off to switch to the other breast. Her teeth grazed the areola, nipping lightly before sucking again, like she was claiming every part of me. "You love this, don’t you? My mouth on these tits while I own your ass."
With her mouth occupied, she began to thrust—slow at first, pulling out halfway before sliding back in. Each movement dragged her cock along my inner walls, the fullness making my toes curl. "You feel that? My knot’s swelling already. Gonna lock us together so deep you feel me for days."
I nodded frantically, the panties soaked now, my resolve crumbling. Her thrusts picked up speed, the table rocking with the force.
Slap after slap of skin on skin echoed, her balls tapping my pussy with each drive. She released my breast with a wet pop, saliva shining on my skin, and straightened up, both hands now on my hips.
"Push back on me," she demanded. "Show me you want it. Say it—muffled or not, I want to hear you beg."
I did, rocking my ass against her, meeting her thrusts with a desperate whine through the gag. The friction built, my clit throbbing untouched, but the ass-fucking was enough to push me toward the edge. Lily’s grunts grew louder, her cock thickening impossibly at the base—the knot forming, pressing against my rim with each inward push.
"Take it all," she snarled, slamming deeper. "You’re clenching so hard—cum for me now." Her hand snaked around to pinch my clit suddenly, rubbing in rough circles. That broke me. A scream tore through the gag, muffled but desperate, as my orgasm crashed over me. My ass clenched around her, milking her shaft, and she followed with a roar.
Her knot swelled fully, popping past my ring and locking us tight. Hot cum flooded my ass, pulse after pulse, filling me until it leaked out around the seal. She covered the distance, mouth finding my breast again, sucking greedily as we both panted.
"Told you you’d make noise," she whispered triumphantly, nipping my nipple. "Music to my ears. Who’s my good little knot-slut?"
I could only whimper in response, spent and claimed.
But Lily wasn’t done. Even knotted, she ground against me, her cock twitching inside. "We’re staying like this until I’m empty," she said, her voice husky. "Feel that? Every drop for you." Her hands roamed, one stroking my belly protectively, the other teasing my free breast, rolling the nipple until it ached.
Time blurred as she suckled, alternating sides, her tongue swirling patterns that made my body hum with aftershocks. "So perfect like this—full of me, full of milk soon," she murmured between pulls.
Cum continued to spurt in small bursts, the knot ensuring every drop stayed deep. My ass burned from the stretch, but the fullness was addictive, a reminder of her dominance.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the knot deflated enough for her to pull out with a wet schlick. Cum gushed from my hole, dripping down my thighs. Lily helped me turn, removing the panties gently and kissing my swollen lips.
"You were perfect," she said, pulling me into her arms on the table. "Took my knot like a champ."
I smiled weakly, hand on my belly. "Gentle... e-enough."
She laughed, nuzzling my neck. "Next time, no gag. I want to hear every sound—every plea, every moan. Promise me you’ll scream my name."
