Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 291:The Dragon’s Roar 3

"FUCK YES!" Ethan roared, his thrusts turning brutal, animalistic. The feeling of her hot piss coating him, the incredible tightness of her spasming cunt, it was all too much. He was right on the edge. "Taking my cum now, wife. I’m gonna fill your womb so fucking deep."

He slamd into her one last ti, hilting himself, and let go.

Inside her, the world narrowed to a single, searing point of connection. His cock, impossibly huge and thick, swelled even further at the root. The broad head ground against her tender, deeply-bruised cervix, a soft, yielding ring of muscle that, under the relentless battering, finally gave a tiny, shuddering dilation.

The first jet was not a spurt but a blast. Thick, hot, and copious, it fired directly from the slit of his cockhead, past the fluttering entrance of her cervix, and into the very chamber of her womb.

Splurtch.

It was a glue-like, white flood that painted her inner walls in an instant.

Ethan groaned with a deep, guttural sound of release as pulse after pulse emptied his heavy balls into her. The sensation inside her was of overwhelming, liquid heat, a profound fullness that went beyond physical stretching. Her uterus, sensitized and reactive, seed to clench around the sudden invasion, drawing the seed deeper in welcoming, involuntary contractions.

She could feel it. The hot rush, the spreading wet warmth that seed to bloom in her very center.

In the wet warmth womb,millions of frantic sperm began their frantic, swimming race, seeking an anchor, a purpose.

He stayed buried inside her, panting, as the last few drops pulsed from him. The hypersensitivity was imdiate. Every tiny twitch of his cock inside her spent, stretched pussy sent little lightning bolts of overstimulation through her system.

"AHhhh!" She whimpered, oversensitive and full.

But Ethan wasn’t done.

With a wet, sucking schlorp, he pulled his slick, cum-dripping cock from her well-used cunt. He moved, turning her shaking body onto her back.

Before she could process it, he was kneeling over her face, his massive, glistening cock hovering above her lips. It was a ss streaked with her juices, her piss, and thick, white globs of his own cum that oozed from the tip.

"Open up, my good little cocksucker," he said, his voice husky but firm. "Take your husband’s ss back into your mouth. Deep. I want to feel your throat."

Tears of overwhelm and submission welled in her eyes, but a deeper, darker excitent thrumd beneath it. She opened her mouth, tilting her head back and extended her tongue, licking the white cum on the cock.

"Not enoughhh!"

Ethan grabbed the back of her head with one hand and slamd his cock past her lips, down her throat in one brutal, claiming thrust.

"GLRK!"

Her gag reflex scread. Tears sprang freely as her throat was forcibly stretched wide around his thick girth. He held himself there, buried in her esophagus, her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base. She could taste all the salty bitterness of his cum, the tangy pungent juice of her own arousal, the acrid hint of urine.

It was filthy yet it tasted so good.

"Swallow," he grunted, and she tried, her throat muscles working convulsively around him. He began to fuck her face in short, brutal strokes, each one threatening to choke her.

Glrk-hnnng-slurk.

Spit and precum bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips. This was the deep throat challenge, and she was failing beautifully, miserably, every gag sounded with sweet vibration around his shaft.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a sharp crack.

Light from the hallway spilled in, framing two figures in the doorway. Diana and Sophia stood frozen, their eyes wide, mouths agape. They were still in their nightclothes, but any sleepiness was gone, replaced by stark shock and a dawning, hungry arousal.

Ethan didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto theirs, dark with possession and invitation. He pulled his cock from Claira’s gasping mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his tip.

Claira, her face a ss of tears, spit, and his seed, looked past Ethan’s hip at the newcors. Embarrassnt warred with a thrill so sharp it was painful. She was completely exposed.

"Huh!Are you awake?"Ethan asked in shock.

"Yes...And yes it has been so long.."Sophia snorted and raised the silt of her night dress.

Her hands went below her undergarnt and she widened the folds of her pussy.As soon as pussy folds parted,a thick liquid started trailing down...

"See...It’s screaming and begging to be fucked.."

I want it too."Diana murmured and pressed her hand over her belly above her womb.

"Then don’t just stand there," Ethan said, his voice rough but commanding. "Join us."

That was all the invitation they needed.

Sophia moved first, her eyes fixed on Ethan’s glistening, spit-slicked cock. She pushed past Diana and dropped to her knees beside the bed. "You filled her pussy," she breathed, her voice awed.

"Let taste it." She didn’t wait and grabbed his shaft and leaned in, her tongue licking a long stripe from his balls all the way up the veined underside to the head, collecting the mixed fluids.

Diana, her face flushed, moved to the other side of the bed.

Her gaze was on Ethan’s ass. "You’re a fucking animal, Ethan," she murmured, her voice low.

She pushed him forward slightly, making him brace his hands on the headboard above Claira. Then, without ceremony, she planted her face between his spread cheeks.

Ethan groaned as Diana’s warm, wet tongue found his asshole. She rimd him with slow, deliberate licks, her nose buried in his musk, her hands gripping his hips to hold him in place.

Sophia, anwhile, had taken his cock into her mouth, sucking hard, trying to clean him of Claira’s taste and replace it with her own. But Ethan had other ideas. He pulled his cock from her lips.

"You want it, Sophia?" he grunted, his body trembling from Diana’s relentless tongue. "You want this cock in your tight ass while your sister watches?"

"Yes," Sophia hissed, already scrambling onto the bed, pushing Claira’s legs apart to kneel between them. "Fuck my ass, Ethan. Breed her pussy again after."

As Sophia positioned herself on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him, she reached a hand down between Claira’s splayed thighs. Her fingers found Claira’s swollen, cum-leaking pussy and began to rub and circle her oversensitive clit.

Claira cried out, the new stimulation on her hypersensitive flesh a shocking mix of pleasure and pain. "Oh! Sister... it’s too... mmmn!"

Ethan lined up his cock, still wet from two mouths and Claira’s cunt, against Sophia’s tight, puckered asshole. He spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva over his head and her entrance. It wasn’t enough lubrication, but he didn’t care. He grabbed his cock and nudged the glans into her anal ring slowly stretching her open.

Sophia gasped, her body stiffening as the thick head began to stretch her open. "Fuck, it’s big..."

Diana didn’t stop her rimming. If anything, she redoubled her efforts, her tongue spearing and probing his hole as he began to penetrate Sophia, creating the threeso double stimulation he craved.

Ethan’s world narrowed to sensation: the hot, tight clutch of Sophia’s ass slowly yielding to him, the wicked, wet point of Diana’s tongue on his most forbidden place, and the sight beneath him of Claira, his wife, being finger-fucked by the very sister whose ass he was now claiming.

Claira’s eyes were glazed, her mouth open in a silent scream as Sophia’s fingers worked her pussy, saring his own cooling cum back into her.

He began to thrust into Sophia’s ass in earnest, the dry, burning stretch making her cry out, a sound of pure, masochistic pleasure.

"YEAHHHH!"

"FUCKKK YESSS!"

"ETHAN HARDER!"

"Pound that dirty little harder.Stretch it apart and dump that cum of yours."

The bed rocked violently as Sophia scread wildly and swayed her hips to et Ethan dick.

PAHH!PAHHH!

The sound flesh slamming one another reverberated in the room.