Chapter 91: Chapter 91: The Royal Welcome [2]

During her violent shaking, my rock hard dick brushed against her face.

Perfect timing.

“Open your mouth.” I grabbed her chin. “Take my cock in. Suck it. Taste it. Just like I’m doing to you.”

She didn’t refuse. Her lips parted obediently and I dove right in.

Not gently. Not carefully.

I fucking buried myself into that warm mouth.

GLURK.

My cock pushed past her resisting tongue, finding a new path. Soft. Smooth. The tight squeeze of her throat tissue wrapping around my tip. I didn’t stop until my balls rested against her face.

She was struggling. I could hear it. Those muffled choking sounds. The desperate attempts to breathe through her nose.

I ignored all of it.

Because the feast in front of me was too damn good to stop.

Her pussy tasted heavy. Low and musky with something completely heavenly underneath. Her juices kept flowing, mixing with my saliva, creating this wet mess that I couldn’t get enough of.

SHLURP. SHLURP. SHLURP.

I thought she was enjoying it as much as me. Her body was twitching. Her thighs kept squeezing my head.

But apparently I was wrong.

SHOVE.

She pushed me with so much force that I actually rolled off her. Completely caught off guard.

I’d been so focused on eating her out that I forgot one small detail.

She needed to breathe.

Nimra crawled to the edge of the bed, coughing violently. Long strings of saliva dripped from her mouth onto the floor below. Her whole body heaved with each desperate breath.

And her ass was pointed directly at me.

That peachy, perfect ass.

I could see everything from this angle. Her pussy was still convulsing rapidly from what I’d done to it. And her asshole… that tight little ring was rhythmically expanding and closing with each of her labored breaths.

Expand. Close. Expand. Close.

Like it was inviting me and thus I couldn’t hold back.

I moved forward and grabbed her tail. That short, fluffy cotton ball fit perfectly in one hand. Like a natural leash made just for me.

She panicked instantly. Looked back over her shoulder with wide eyes.

“AAH! Master it hurts! You can’t—NNGH! It’s too sensitive!”

Her cries fell on deaf ears.

I adjusted my cock, watching that little hole carefully. Waiting for the right moment.

There.

The second her asshole expanded with her breath, I shoved myself in.

SQUELCH.

The tightest hole I had ever encountered.

Mother, aunt, grandmother… none of them compared to this crushing grip. This burning ring that squeezed my cock like it was trying to strangle it.

“AAH! NO MASTER! IT WON’T FIT THERE!”

Her scream echoed through the room.

“IT’S GOING TO TEAR ME APART! PLEASE! YOU’LL BREAK MY ASSHOLE IF YOU FORCE IT! AAAHHH~!”

I ignored her again.

Not because I was cruel. But because she wasn’t the only one struggling here.

Her hole was milking me. Squeezing and releasing in rapid pulses. So fucking hot inside that I was fighting with everything I had not to cum right then and there.

Finishing in seconds? That would be embarrassing. Shameful. Against the very pride of being a gooner.

So I held back from shooting.

But I didn’t hold back from wrecking her.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

I thrust into her. Pounded her backdoor without mercy. She struggled beneath me, caught somewhere between pain and arousal that her innocent mind couldn’t process.

She was holding back her screams. Biting the sheets. Because everything depended on keeping me satisfied. Her tribe. Her family. All riding on whether she could take whatever I gave her.

The room filled with obscene sounds. That wet SCHICK of my cock penetrating her tight hole. The sharp SLAP of my flesh meeting her ass with each brutal thrust.

“MMPH! NNGH! AH! AH! MASTERRR~!”

Her muffled moans leaked through despite her efforts. High pitched. Desperate. Breaking.

This went on longer than I expected.

Five minutes passed. Maybe more.

And somewhere in that time, everything changed.

I had swapped my leash.

Same position. Same doggy style. But now both of her long bunny ears were in my hands. Pulled back hard. Her neck tilted at an angle that would send shivers down anyone’s spine just looking at it.

But there was no pain in her eyes anymore.

No screams telling me to stop. No resistance.

Just glazed pleasure.

“Master…” Her voice came out breathy. “You’re getting slow. Are you alright? Am I… not useful anymore?”

I grinned despite the growing pressure in my skull. “No way. Just having a sudden stroke in my head.”

“Then… ahhn… let me take care of you… nnghh…”

She licked her lips. “I can massage your head… with my pussy… if you want…”

This girl had completely broken.

I just smiled and pressed even harder. Thrust deeper.

And that’s when I heard something different.

Not flesh meeting flesh. Not my cock rubbing her insides.

Dripping.

I looked down.

She was cumming. Her neglected pussy was gushing. Juices dripping in streams onto the bedsheet below.

With my next thrust—

SPLASH.

Another shower of her juice squirted out.

“OH GODS! OH YOUNG LORD! IT FEELS SO GOOD~!”

Her cumming wasn’t stopping. Every thrust brought more.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven thrusts.

Seven fucking squirts.

The sheets were completely soaked beneath us.

And my body had reached its limit. That familiar pressure building at the base. The thick load that had been churning this whole time was ready to explode.

I was about to—

CREAK.

The door opened.

A beautiful figure stepped inside. She scanned the scene before her. Me balls deep in a bunnykin’s ass. Said bunnykin drooling and squirting on the bed.

And she smirked.

Not surprised. Not disgusted. Just… amused.

Behind her came another pair. A couple in their fifties. Regal clothing. Crown-like accessories.

The memories finally connected.

King and Queen. My future in-laws.

And the girl in front? My fiancée.

Fuck.

I didn’t know what to do. How to react. My cock was still buried in Nimra’s ass while three members of royalty watched.

But Nimra was too far gone to notice any of them. Lost completely in the pleasure flooding her brain.

“Master… don’t stop now…” She pushed her hips back against me. “I need more… fuck me harder… please…”

Well.

As a noble, how could I possibly deny such a sincere request?

While maintaining direct eye contact with my fiancée, I gave Nimra three more deep thrusts.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

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