Chapter 540: Chapter 540- Ohhhhh!!!!
"On all fours," he said.
She obeyed.
Her young ass presented. Her tight, pink cunt glistening. Her hands shaking in the grass.
He entered her from behind.
Not slowly. The full, driving, doggy-style slam of a man who has tired of patience. Twelve inches buried in one stroke. Her face hit the dirt. Her scream was muffled by the grass. Her hands clawed the ground.
PHACK PHACK PHACK PHACK—
"MMNGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! AAAAAANGH~!!"
Her body shook.
Her young, tight ass rippled with each impact. Her cunt gripped him. Her womb took him. She was destroyed in minutes, her face in the dirt, her spit mixing with the grass, her mind blank.
He pulled out.
She collapsed. Unconscious. Seed leaking.
He turned.
Marla was waiting.
The milf-bodied woman, chubby and fatty and desperate, was on her knees with her hands pressed together. Her tits hung heavy. Her thighs were thick. Her eyes were wet with need.
"Please," she begged. "My lord. Please. Fuck me. I need it. I need your cock. Please."
Raven smiled.
He grabbed her and threw her onto her back.
He folded her legs.
The mating press. Her knees against her shoulders. Her chubby body compressed. Her tits pressed against her own chin. Her pussy exposed.
He entered her.
"OOOOHHH~!! MY— MY LORD— AAAAAANGHH~!!"
Twelve inches into the milf’s cunt. The stretch was catastrophic. Her body was soft but her cunt was tight. She screamed with the voice of a loyal wife being taken by her husband’s true form.
"Please— hah— slow— hah— my lord— hah— I am— hah— your loyal— hah— wife— hah— please— hah— be gentle—"
PHACK PHACK PHACK—
"KYAAANGH~!! HNGHH~!! AAAAAANGH~!!"
He fucked her harder.
Her chubby body shook. Her heavy tits trembled. Her belly quivered. Her fat thighs rippled. She screamed and begged and called him *my lord* and *master* and *please* and he gave her no mercy.
Fatima crawled to him.
She was not done. She was addicted. She reached him while he was fucking Marla and pressed her face against his hip, her mouth finding his balls, her tongue licking them as they swung with each thrust into Marla.
"Mmhh~!! Ngh~!!"
The two milf women servicing him together. One getting her cunt destroyed. One sucking his balls. The air full of their moans and the wet sounds of flesh.
He came inside Marla.
The thick, hot, impossible load. Her belly rounded instantly. Her womb filled. Her eyes rolled. She passed out with his cock still inside her, her body going slack, her tongue out.
He pulled out.
His cock was still hard.
Twelve inches. Crimson. Veined. Glistening with the juices of six women. The moon was setting. The sky was turning gray. The night was ending.
But he was not done.
He looked at Edda.
The old woman was lying in the grass where Fatima had left her. Her body was marked. Her tits were bruised. Her pussy was wet. Her anal was gaped. But she was awake. She was breathing. She was the only one still conscious, still capable, still alive enough to take more.
He walked to her.
She looked up at him.
Her eyes were hollow. Wet. Completely broken. But her body — the muscular, Viking-built, fifty-year dragon slayer body — was still strong. Still capable. Still his.
He reached down.
He lifted her.
His hands under her arms, pulling her up. Her legs trembled. Her knees buckled. But she rose. Her dense, muscular frame pressed against his. Her tits crushed against his chest. Her arms hung loose at her sides.
"Dragon Lord," she whispered.
Her voice was gone. A rasp. A ruin.
He lifted her completely.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms hung over his shoulders. She was impaled on his cock before she knew what was happening — the twelve inches driving upward into her pussy, the angle from below pressing against her womb instantly.
"KKKHAAAAANGHH~!!"
He began to walk.
Through the pool. The water at his waist. Her body bouncing on his cock with each step. The other women — Nara, Celia, Gia, Marla, Fatima — stirred. They saw. They understood. They moved to help.
They surrounded him.
Nara and Gia held Edda’s thighs. Their hands gripping her muscular legs, supporting her weight, keeping her spread open. Celia pressed behind Edda, her arms around the old woman’s torso, holding her back against Raven’s chest. Marla and Fatima grabbed Edda’s arms, pulling them outward, holding her in a spread-eagle suspended position while Raven walked and fucked.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
Edda screamed.
Her body was a vessel. A fuck-toy held by five women. Her muscular hips were supported by their hands. Her tits shook against Raven’s chest. Her head rolled back. Her tongue hung out.
"Dragon Lord—" she cried. "My lord— hah— oh— hah— be gentle— hah— to my lord— hah— I cannot— hah— feel my— hah— HIPS— hah— my lord— hah— I can— hah— oh my lord— hah—"
PHACK PHACK PHACK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
He bounced her.
The full, suspended, aerial fucking of a muscular old woman on a dragon cock. His hands gripped her ass. His fingers dug into the dense muscle of her cheeks. He lifted her and dropped her. Lifted and dropped. Her body moving up and down the full twelve inches, her cunt gripping, her womb taking the head with each descent.
"Please— hah— my lord— hah— I am— hah— breaking— hah— Dragon Lord— hah— my— hah— my body— hah—"
He kissed her.
His mouth sealing over hers. His tongue pressing into her destroyed throat. He fucked her while kissing her. The other women held her. The water splashed. The moon set.
He came.
The load was massive. The first pulse hit her womb and her belly rounded instantly. The second pulse expanded it. The third made her look three months pregnant. He kept fucking her while cumming, pumping the seed deeper, not letting it leak, sealing it inside with the pressure of his cock.
"MMMNGHH~!! HNGHH~!! AAAAAANGHH~!!"
Edda felt her belly swell.
She felt the warmth. The pressure. The impossible volume. Her eyes rolled. Her tongue pressed against his. Her body went slack in the grip of the five women.
He pulled out.
SCHLORP—
The cum stayed inside. Her womb was sealed. Her belly was rounded. She hung in their hands, unconscious, her mouth open, her body twitching.
They laid her on the grass.
The women collapsed around her. The night was over. They had all been fucked. They had all been filled. The pool was quiet. The waterfall was quiet.
The sun came over the treeline.
Pink light. Gray mist. The sound of birds returning. The forest waking.
Edda was the only one moving.
She was bent over a rock.
The natural stone at the pool’s edge. Her belly was still slightly rounded from the night’s seed. Her tits hung down toward the water. Her white hair was tangled. Her muscular back was arched. Her hands gripped the rock.
Her anal was presented.
The ring was red. Gaped. But it had learned. It had been trained through the night. It twitched, but it did not fight.
Raven was behind her.
Squatting. His knees bent. His hands on her hips. His twelve-inch cock pressed against her anal.
He had already fucked the others again in the dawn. Nara, Celia, Gia — their young bodies taken once more against the grass. Marla and Fatima — their milf bodies pounded until they passed out again. They lay around the pool like discarded dolls, their wombs full, their minds blank, their bodies marked.
Now it was Edda.
The final fuck. The morning fuck. The last use of the dragon slayer before the day began.
He pushed in.
SKHLRK—
"Oooohhh— my— my lord—"
