Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill

Chapter 293: 293:The Dragon’s Roar[End]

Ethan’s hands tightened on Diana’s hips, his own thrusts upward meeting her downward strokes. The pace quickened. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room with wet, fleshy slaps, sharp breaths, and the creak of the bedsprings.

“Harder,” Diana begged, her head thrashing. “I can feel it… right there… oh god, Ethan…”

“AHHH!”

He knew what she meant. With each deep, driving thrust, the swollen head of his cock was battering against the mouth of her cervix, that tight, internal ring of muscle. It was softer than Claira’s virgin one, looser from having stretched to let life pass through. It yielded more easily, opening for him like a shy, wet flower.

There…..

On a particularly brutal upward thrust, he felt it. A distinct, soft pop, a yielding that was more profound than just her vaginal walls. The head of his cock slipped inside smoothly and pressed past the resistant ring and into her cervix itself.

“OHHHHHHHHH!NOOOO!”

“IT’S INSIDEEEEEEE!IT’S INSIDEEEE!”

Diana screamed in pleasure.

A raw, torn sound of pure, shocking sensation. Her body went rigid, her back arching violently. Her eyes flew open, wide with a mix of pain and euphoric, mind-breaking pleasure.

Inside, the sensation was surreal. Her cervical canal, a tight, muscular tunnel just a few inches long, clenched around the invading tip like a hot, velvet noose. Beyond it, he could feel the empty, soft chamber of her womb that was like a dark, warm space that had never been touched like this.

“Yes!” Ethan roared, holding himself there, buried deeper inside her than he’d ever been in anyone.

His cock was like a thick, obscene intruder that had breached the final gate. The shaft stretched her vaginal barrel, but the very tip was now nestled in that sacred, inner space.

He could see the bulge his cock made low in her belly, a subtle, impossible distension. “You feel that right ? You feel my little brother in your womb?”

“I FEEL IT!” she shrieked, her voice breaking.

Her hips jerked uncontrollably. “It’s… it’s inside me! It’s in my womb! Tear it! Please!”

POPPP!

Loud popping sounds emerged one after another.

He began to fuck her cervix.

It wasn’t like fucking her pussy. It was a slower, grinding, deeper motion. Each withdrawal pulled the head back into her vaginal canal with a wet slope, and each thrust forward saw it nudge, then push back through that tight, fluttering ring and into the soft, yielding space beyond.

Nudge-pop.

Her screams were constant now, a high-pitched litany of “Yes! Deeper! Yes!”

“NNNNNNN!FUCKKKKK!”

“I am going crazy!”she roared as her tits bounced off madly.

Her hands scrabbled at his chest, her nails leaving red trails. Her pussy was gushing, soaking both of them, the sheets beneath them. Each time he re-entered her womb, her entire body convulsed, her internal muscles milking him in frantic, involuntary spasms.

Sophia’s fingers worked faster on Claira, who was moaning openly, watching the spectacle with glazed, aroused eyes. “He’s breeding her,” Sophia panted. “He’s putting his seed right in the cradle. You see that, Claira? He’s going to own her from the inside out.”

Ethan’s balls tightened, drawing up high and hard.

The pressure was immense like a coiled, volcanic heat in his groin. He’d been holding back, fucking her with a relentless, deep-stroking rhythm designed to milk his own orgasm for maximum intensity. He felt the first warning throb, a deep pulse that made his cock jerk inside her searing hot, double-walled embrace.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his voice a guttural rasp. He slammed into her one final time, hilt-deep, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, his cockhead buried as far as it could go in her uterine chamber. “I’m gonna fill your fucking womb until it’s dripping out of your nose, you slut. Take it! Take your man’s load!”

“YEAHHHHHHHHHH!”

The orgasm that erupted from him was like a fountain.

SPLOOOOOORTCH!

A massive, pressurized jet of thick, white cum blasted directly from his slit, through her gaping cervix, and into the very heart of her womb.

“Yeahhhhhh!”

“IT’s FILLLINGGG MEEE!”

The volume was loud like a torrential flood that had been held back too long. It painted her inner walls in an instant, a hot, glue-like paste that filled the small space in a single, shocking wave.

Gush. Splurt. Gurgle.

The pulses were relentless, one after another, pumping what felt like pints of his seed deep into her most intimate place.

Inside her uterine walls, soft and endometrial, seemed to drink it in, clenching and fluttering in welcoming contractions, drawing the thick fluid deeper, encouraging it to pool and settle. The cum was so excessive it had nowhere to go but to stretch her womb itself, creating a heavy, liquid fullness that made her stomach bloat slightly, visibly.

Her belly swelled, just a little, a soft, rounded curve from the sheer volume he was pumping into her. Some of the thick, white fluid, unable to be contained, began to seep back out around the shaft of his cock where it was still plugged in her cervix, leaking into her vaginal canal with hot, wet trickles.

“OOOOOOOO!”

Diana’s eyes became blank as her own climax hit like a seizure. Her body bowed off the bed, her scream cut off into a silent, open-mouthed gasp as an intense, rolling vaginal orgasm tore through her.

Her pussy clenched in rhythmic, milking waves around his shaft, and then she squirted with a hot, clear gush that joined the mess, soaking his balls and thighs.

Ethan rode it out, pumping the last few thick ropes into her until he was spent, hollow, trembling. He collapsed forward onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock still lodged deep inside her, pulsing weakly as the last drops oozed out.

The room was silent except for their ragged, sobbing breaths. The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spent seed.

Slowly, he pulled out.

A pop echoed as his deflating cock slid from her cervix, then her well-used pussy. A river of cum followed immediately, gushing out of her in a thick, white stream that painted her inner thighs and pooled beneath her ass on the already-soaked sheets. It kept coming, a seemingly endless flow, the excess from her overfilled womb.

Ethan looked down at the wreck of her, at the cum still leaking from her gaping, used hole. He looked at Sophia, whose fingers were still slowly moving inside Claira’s wet cunt. He looked at Claira, whose eyes were dark with want and a dawning, desperate jealousy.

“Who’s next?” he panted, a dark, possessive smile touching his lips. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening with the proof of his conquest, twitched against his thigh.

Then a night of passion followed.