After-case 3: Wedding Night – III (R-18)
''Mghn...''
I let out a strange groan, taking groggy steps on toward the hot spring... is what I want to say, but Emy is carrying instead. With how much I've been through, it isn't all that strange to think that my muscles are burned out.
I an, I have the physique of a half-god, and I can technically recover using divine energy, but mine is spent.
In short, I couldn't handle all the divine poundings and collapsed. If not, I wouldn't be here in the hot spring to rest. Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, I vaguely see a sun-kissed afternoon sky. Since we started at nine in the evening yesterday... so twenty hours have passed.
Yeah.
Most of my partners have taken turns stepping away from the madness, both to make so space for the others and to recover their stamina, leaving working hard all alone until now. It's not strange that I collapsed. Yeah.
Hypnotizing myself like that, I lean deeper into Emy's embrace as she soaks in the pool. Shortly after, she also enters, nestling my body in her arms.
'''' Huu... ''''
Both of us exhale softly, as if all burdens have been brushed off our shoulders. One second, Emy gazes at tenderly, the next second, her hand is already stroking my belly.
''I'm definitely becoming a mama this ti.'' I tease. ''I have a feeling... we'll et those two again.''
''Mhm.'' Emy nods eagerly.
For a while, we stare out the window in silence, enjoying the mont. That stillness, the unprecedented sense of peace and freedom, lulls to sleep. I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier...
''Take a nap,'' Emy says. ''I'll wash you. We can continue once you're up.''
''Thanks...''
Fully entrusting my body to my wife, I drift off to sleep.
''—nhn, hn...!''
I soon wake up to my own moans.
The mont my consciousness is alive, a flood of sensations overwhelms my receptors, forcing my eyes to open wide. The pent-up desires burst spectacularly between my crotch, sending trembling.
''Oh? It suddenly got tighter.'' A teasing voice sounds near . ''I nearly thought you slutty pussy got fucked into rags.''
''W-Wait...! Slow... slow down...!'' I plead, feeling the person's relentless assault despite my vulnerable state.
Soon enough, my mind gains enough clarity, and I finally et her gaze—her clear, mischievous gaze. It's... Anna, yet that evil grin, those taut, raised brows of contempt—it can't be the usual Anna.
''...Did your personality switch?'' I mutter, squirming at her stupidly large cock pinning at my womb. ''W-Where are we?''
Perhaps she was the only person who hadn't had a fill all this ti. Even if she was conscious, the little cuck Anna barely got so shots in on compared to the others.
But what is it? This strange sensation, like I'm being suspended in the air...
I leave Anna's still-mischievous eyes and take a look at my surroundings. The cat-girl briefly stops her thrusts, resting her shaft deep within as if urging to go ahead.
''...Huh?''
Then, I belatedly realize my state—ankles and wrists bound together, unable to make a move. The sturdy rope extends to the ceiling, hanging defenseless.
And most alarmingly... this is the underground prison that hosts the 'creatures' I occasionally use to increase my divinity. Or crudely speaking... the den of sex-obsessed monsters who would ravage at first sight.
If I were here with anyone else, I would have thought they wanted to imprison for a spicy session, but when it cos to Anna, even this Anna, everything changes.
''A-Are we really doing this on our wedding night...?'' I anxiously ask. ''You didn't kidnap on your own, right...?''
At my words, Anna nearly bursts out laughing. She catches my chin, tapping teasingly, ''Seems like you got dumber. Well? Can't really bla you when they fucked you so brutally. And no, we're here with permission and consent. We decided to give each person a night with you. I got the priority.''
''Oh, okay...''
The story sounds plausible enough. My wives are powerful, so I doubt Anna can deceive them. But... if we're here, I need to put a barrier around my ovaries again... If I co out of this pregnant with a monster's child, I would legitimately die of sha.
As if sensing what I am doing, Anna suddenly thrusts forward, ramming her cock against my cervix, ''Stop there. Don't use tricks.''
''O-Okay.'' I reply, feeling another climax winding up. ''We're not visiting the monsters, then...''
''Who said that?''
''...Huh?''
Looking at Anna's smile of madness, a grim premonition is born in .
''A slut like you looks prettiest when she's surrounded by cocks.'' The cat girl licks her plump lips. ''Fucking you alone is boring. So, I'll toss you to the monsters. There are still lots of them we haven't tasted.''
''But then, I can't get pregna—''
''You can't.''
All of a sudden, Anna's tone sharpens, ''You absolutely cannot get pregnant with those trash's offspring. This is not only for your other wives, but also for . I won't tolerate it.''
The obsessive glint in her eyes sends a shudder down my spine. As if satisfied with my reaction, a smile once again tugs at the corners of her lips. She slowly pulls out her enormous cock, trails of liquid pulling between our precious places.
''Co in.''
With a snap of her finger, the door to the cell opens, and two familiar pale figures float in—the specters! Seeing their lustful eyes and their perpetually hard cocks makes swallow. I can't help but rember the nurous tis I beca their cumdumpster.
The two specter ladies line themselves right before , their intentions unconcealed. And... Anna pays no mind to it.
''Rough her up,'' Anna commands. ''That bitch-pussy is off-limits, but you can do everything you like to her. Fingering is allowed.''
Those words, uttered in a tone as casual as it can get, excite to no end. On my wedding night, my fateful wedding night, am I really about to be ravaged by two uncivilized beasts whose nas I don't even know?
It seems so.
So, one of the two specters grabs my face, her own closing in without a thought. Looking closer, she is indeed pretty, but her complexion adds an eerie edge to that beauty.
''Mhn...''
I am kissed. On my wedding night, by a monster.
I hear my heart thumping wildly as her long, cold tongue intrudes, toying with my own. Two pairs of hands begin to feel up my defenseless body. Slender fingers stroke my thighs, squeezing my breasts, and even teasing my lower lips. I feel touched and violated all over.
I sense two hard tips pressing against , one straight at my stomach, one behind.
Tears start welling up. My feelings are jumbled. I'm not sure if I can do this.
Yet... as I glance at Anna, seeing her ecstatic smile, her exquisite blush as she gently caresses her cock, her eyes that are filled with adoration, even the slightest feeling of incongruity vanishes.
...I'll do it for you, Anna, my love.
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