Chapter 6 - My Wife (2/2)
Foel remained calm as she could see some hope for survival.
”It was because their purity affects their consciousness strings!” MF said with a jeering smile. ”A maiden attracts more mana autonomously because of their subconscious mental state connected to the body, it nourishes their pure seed with special energy that affects the conversion of mana. This is also why a practitioner preferred young disciples to ensure their first seed to remain and nourish the next generation of seed within their organs by introducing them to cultivation early to prevent any potential loss.”
”So what? I'm already old enough where those trivial aspects won't matter for my cultivation.”
”Wait, what was your age?”
A tanomobi was physically ageless, there is no possible means to determine their age even with their thinking maturity because of how there is a manchild and a dignified younglings at early age. So even the master psychologist of a well honed Skillionaire couldn't still find a way to determine those rodent people's used lifespan.
”I'm 467.”
MF snickered. ”And you're still a virgin.”
”I want to punch you real bad but I can't.”
MF stood up and left the paralyzed tanomobi on the ground. She ripped her pants to exclusively reveal the succulent junction of her thighs in front of Foel. ”I guess now you know what I'm trying to hint.”
”You don't even have a dick,” Foel said with a revenge snickering.
Unknown to her, Foel had activated her death flag. Agape, ahe slowly beheld the great shaft unfold and grow on top of the depth. A throbbing sword wielded by a conniving shape shifter whose smile is more terrifying than a devil. The tanomobi's sharp glare became weak with every second passing, as she tried to calculate the length that exceeded what her petite body could withstand.
The former hyena reclaimed her phallus back without the 'pseudo'. A fully working male genitalia, ready to seek a warm and narrow sheath.
Despite MF having curiously learned the art of kama sutra, she doesn't want her torturer to have her first time pleasantly.
MF she ripped the tanomobi's pants between her thighs section, she then spread the legs of her submissive yet fierce prey. The battle of gazes still ensued until Foel looked to her bottom.
Speechless, Foel gazed at the approaching shaft that craved for honey in her bottom lips. At the last second, a hand forced her to look at her adversary's satisfied expression before the rod was shoved into her uterus savagely. It breaks, the first blood. The tanomobi have enough pain tolerant to dismiss the pain altogether.
”Mmhh!?' A yelp escaped from her gritted teeth, the maiden immediately channeled her body to maintain the rhythm rhythm of an uncaring predator in the haze of lust.
The excavator was excavated, her mind would go numb if she didn't enhance her body. 'If I can survive this, I might have a chance later, strike her down when she runs out of stamina, I can do this.' Foel thought, unyielding. The paralyzing stopped, she grabbed the wet grass to secure her foundation as she smiled cockily.
”Try me, wench!”
”I see, so you want, me to get rough, huh.” MF breathed heavily to the rhythm, she raised one of Foel's legs and entwined the other, increasing her pace and depth to crush her partner's motivation. Still resisting, the hungry devil shoved her upper body, bending Foel's flexible leg near her cute yet fierce glare.
MF took the hand that is grabbing the wet grass, placing it to her soft cheek. ”Why resist?” said the lustful devil.
With every thrust, every clapping, the shapeshifter had fallen for heed to the pleasure, it was her first time, and so did Foel.
The pain Foel felt was slowly turning into a stimulant that tickles her mind. With every sweat secreted by both who did the act, the mossy swamp began to smell enticing.
It was repulsive, Foel wanted to puke but that would only satisfy the devil.
Attempting to suppress her breathing and voice from escaping her lips too much, the tarnished tanomobi buried her free hand into her face to hide her embarrassment. Her saliva was seeping into wet grass with each second and each strong thrust. She was still a woman of high dignity, she still had to show face even in this situation so used most of her mana to enhance her physique to withstand the piledriver wrecking her womb.
Finally uncovering her tenacious expression, Foel smirked whilst drenched in sweat, mocking the devil's abilities for not being able to make her come for quite some time. ”That's, all, you, got!?”
Not before long, MF increased her pace once again, she pressed deep into the womb.
”Mmhh~!” Foel's voice was slowly enticing the one she knew as Meshia, fueling the lustful primal urge to mate like a wild animal in an enclosure. Not a care in the world, only that one thing, and that one thing alone.
After several more seconds, it came to an abrupt stop as the woman could feel the fluids shot inside her. It dove deep into her womb, thrusting at a much less rate but more powerful to insure that they go in. And then, only their breaths remained.
The seed leaked out like honey from a bee's nest, dripping down and staining the soil under it.
But MF wasn't done, she thrusted into her cave still full of sticky liquid once more, took her up and carried her for another ride.
They go on and one for hours. At the last strength both can muster, MF decided to do it from behind as Foel's face limped to the ground.
”Be my slave! My experimentation! My partner!” MF then bent down her upper torso as she gripped the woman's luscious and mature hip, then whispered ”My wife.”
The final seed had been injected, accumulating with the amount from the former ejaculation, MF pushed the seed in slower pace again and again, with her pelvic loudly clapping with the cheek of Foel's raised hip.
They fell down, the white liquid dripped to create a pool of wasted honey. And so, the premature wedding ended.
”So,” MF gasped. ”How is my proposal?”
”Tch, just.... do whatever you want.”