A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1704: Need You

Vivienne obeyed without thought, pussy clamping down so hard he hissed through his teeth, the velvet vice of her dragging a low groan from his chest. He could feel the way her body trembled around the invasion, the way every tiny contraction tried to draw him in, greedy and relentless even as he held himself still.

Her breathing came in short, desperate pants. ʼʼArghhh~~ I canʼt, husband, I need you to move, please, fuck me and donʼt stop.

He finally gave her what she was begging for. With one roll of his hips, he sank the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt until he pressed flush against the plush curve of her ass. Vivienne cried out, back arching sharply, walls spasming wildly around his full length as if trying to keep him locked inside forever.

The Nightmare Ant Queen let out a primal scream as the pleasure washed over her. ʼʼAHHHHH!ʼʼ

Archer held there for one long, throbbing beat, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her, claiming her, before he drew back almost to the tip and drove back in with a single, deep thrust that made her whole body jolt. Then he started fucking her properly. Slow at first, long strokes that let her feel him drag against every sensitive inch inside her.

ʼʼMmmghh~~ Please donʼt start!ʼʼ the older woman said between moans.

Each withdrawal pulled a fresh clench from her; each deep plunge forced another broken moan from her lips. ʼʼArghhh~~.ʼʼ

His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he watched in the mirror: the way her thick curves bounced with every thrust, the way her swollen belly rested heavy against the dresser edge, the way her mouth hung open in helpless pleasure.

ʼʼGod, look at you,ʼʼ he rasped, pace picking up, hips snapping harder now. ʼʼTaking your husband so perfectly. So fucking full of me already, and still so tight, still clenching like youʼre trying to milk every drop.ʼʼ

Vivienne could only whimper in answer, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust, her pussy fluttering and squeezing with every stroke, chasing the edge he was already driving her toward her first orgasm as she let out another scream. ʼʼAHHHHHHH! ARCHER!ʼʼ

He leaned over her again, one hand sliding up to cup her heavy breast, thumb circling the stiff peak through the silk while the other stayed splayed over her belly, reminding them both exactly who she belonged to, exactly what theyʼd made together.

ʼʼIʼm gonna fill you up again,ʼʼ he promised darkly, voice rough with need. ʼʼGonna come so deep youʼll feel me for days. And youʼre gonna come with me, arenʼt you? Gonna squeeze this cock until I canʼt hold back.ʼʼ

Her answering cry was wordless, desperate, her walls already beginning to flutter in frantic little pulses that told him she was close, so close. He fucked her harder, deeper, determined to ruin her just as thoroughly as sheʼd ruined him. ʼʼArghhh! So good!ʼʼ She exclaimed, red eyes rolling back thanks to the pleasure.

Following that, Archer kept the rhythm merciless at first, deep, rolling thrusts that buried him to the hilt each time, pulling almost all the way out just to drive back in and watch her body jolt. Vivienneʼs moans turned liquid, spilling out in broken syllables, her thick thighs trembling as she braced against the dresser.

Every clench of her pussy dragged a growl from his throat; every slick glide made her gasp his name like a prayer. He didnʼt let her come yet. He slowed when her walls started fluttering too frantically, easing into long, grinding strokes that pressed the head of his cock against that perfect spot inside her until her knees buckled and she sobbed.

Then he sped up again until her cries sharpened and her nails scraped wood. He edged her like that for what felt like forever, drawing it out, making her beg between gasps. ʼʼHusband, arghhhh~~ Please I canʼt... Need to...ʼʼ

ʼʼNot yet,ʼʼ he rasped, fingers digging into her hips to hold her still while he rolled deep and slow again. ʼʼYouʼre going to take everything I give you tonight.ʼʼ

They moved from the dresser to the bed without ever fully separating, him lifting her with an arm banded around her waist, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her the few steps and lowered them both. She ended up on top of him for a while, palms planted on his chest, her massive boobs were between them as she rode him in slow, filthy circles.

He watched them bounce as she moved up and down, her tight pussy sliding up his shaft, making him groan thanks to feeling good. Archer watched the way her lips parted on every downward grind, watched her eyes glaze over when he thumbed her clit in lazy circles. Hours blurred. Sweat slicked their skin.

The room smelled of sex and her perfume. They changed positions again and again, her on her side with one leg hooked over his shoulder so he could sink impossibly deeper; him behind her again, spooning tight while he fucked her with possessive strokes, hand splayed over her belly like he was anchoring them both,

Vivienne was on her back with pillows propped under her hips so he could watch her face as he drove in, slow and devastating, until tears slipped from the corners of her eyes from how good it felt. She came the first time with a shattered cry, pussy clamping down so hard he nearly lost it right then, walls rippling in frantic pulses that milked him.

He fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, oversensitive, whimpering that it was too much and begging for more in the same breath. The second orgasm hit her on her knees again, face buried in the sheets, ass high as he pounded into her from behind as she let out a scream. ʼʼAHHHHHH! ARCH!ʼʼ

She screamed his name, body locking up after trembling thanks to the intense pleasure washing across her entire being, her pussy was spasming so violently he had to grit his teeth to keep from following. By the third, she was a wreck, hair plastered to her neck, cheeks streaked with tears and mascara, lips swollen and bitten raw, voice hoarse from crying out.

Her thighs quivered uncontrollably; her arms gave out more than once, and he had to hold her up, murmuring filthy praise against her ear while he kept moving inside her. ʼʼStill so tight for me,ʼʼ he groaned, voice frayed. ʼʼʼEven after all this, still gripping like you never want me to stop.ʼʼ

ʼʼHusband!ʼʼ Vivienne said behind gritted teeth. ʼʼI need you to come, need to feel your seed deep inside my womb.ʼʼ

He flipped her onto her back one last time, hooking her legs over his elbows so he could fold her nearly in half and drive in deep. The new angle made her sob, made her nails rake down his back, made her pussy flutter and clench in helpless little spasms that told him she was right on the edge again.

Archer fucked her hard now, chasing his own release while dragging hers along with him. His breathing turned ragged, muscles burning, heart slamming against his ribs. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest; his arms trembled from holding himself above her. ʼʼIʼm close, my love.ʼʼ

ʼʼDo it,ʼʼ she gasped, wrecked and desperate. ʼʼCome inside me, please! Fill me up, want it so bad.ʼʼ

Her words snapped the last thread of his control. He buried himself as deep as he could go, hips snapping forward in short, brutal thrusts. His groan was broken, animal, low and guttural as the pressure finally shattered. Heat surged through him in blinding waves; his cock pulsed hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her in heavy spurts.

Archer kept moving through it, grinding deep, forcing every last drop as far inside her as he could while her walls milked him greedily, fluttering and clenching around the hot pulses like she was trying to pull him even deeper.

Vivienne came with him, shattered, wordless, back arching off the bed, thighs locked around his waist, pussy spasming so hard it dragged another weak spurt from him. Tears slipped down her temples; her mouth opened on a silent scream that eventually broke into hoarse, trembling sobs of pleasure.

He collapsed over her forehead, pressed to hers, both of them gasping for air. His cock was still buried inside her, softening slowly, twitching with aftershocks as her walls fluttered weakly around him. Cum leaked out around where they were joined, warm and slick against her thighs.

For a while, they just breathed, sweaty, wrecked, tangled together. Archer pressed soft, trembling kisses to her damp temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. ʼʼMine,ʼʼ he whispered, voice raw. Hand sliding down to rest over the swell of her belly again. ʼʼAll mine.ʼʼ

Vivienne managed a shaky, exhausted laugh, fingers threading weakly through his hair. ʼʼYours,ʼʼ she rasped. ʼʼAlways.ʼʼ

She curled into him as best she could, legs still trembling, body limp and sated and utterly spent. Archer held her like that, heart still racing, breath still uneven, until the world narrowed to just the two of them, the soft rise and fall of her breathing, and the quiet, perfect knowledge that heʼd given her everything he had.