"!!!"
First was a scalding fullness, then a rhythmic pulses, with the slick drag of flesh against flesh. The torrent of sensations scrashed over Elaine like a storm of molten silk, drowning every coherent thought.
"♡♡♡ !!! ♡♡♡ !!!"
The beauty could do nothing but collapse forward onto the rumpled sheets, her perfect cultivator body reduced to a trembling vessel for Boomer's relentless offering. Each fresh surge of the fat man's seed slammed into her depths with the force of a hammer on an anvil, branding her from within; the heat spread outward in languid waves, seeping into her belly, her thighs, her very bones, until her mind was nothing but white-hot static. She lay prone, cheek pressed to cool silk, hips still lifted in helpless surrender while the ugly mortal behind her emptied himself again and again, marking the untouchable fairy with his mortal filth. Her fingers clawed weakly at the bedding, knuckles pale, as though clinging to the last shred of her celestial dignity even as her body betrayed her with involuntary shudders of pleasure.
The divine luminescence that cloaked her skin flared brighter, as though the immortal forces themselves recoiled at the lustful blasphemy unfolding beneath their gaze. Golden motes danced in the air like fireflies caught in a tempest, casting shifting shadows across the chamber's jade-inlaid walls. The light pulsed in time with Fat Bull's final thrusts, each flare a silent scream from the celestial realm that had once cradled her. It bathed her sweat-slicked back in molten gold, turning every bead of perspiration into a tiny star, illuminating the obscene contrast between her porcelain perfection and the crude, heaving bulk of the man who had defiled her. The glow was no longer serene; it thrummed with agitation, as if the very essence of immortality protested the thick, mortal seed now pooling in her sacred womb.
Time dilated into a haze of ragged breaths and slick sounds. At last, after what felt like an eternity of liquid fire pouring into her, Fat Bull's hips stilled. A long, guttural exhale tore from his throat—part sigh, part victory cry—as the final spasm rippled through his obese frame. He remained buried to the hilt, savoring the clutch of her silken walls, the way her body still fluttered around him like a trapped bird. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the small of her back, tracing a salty path between her shoulder blades. Only then did he ease back slightly, just enough to admire his handiwork: the immortal fairy, Sun Elaine, reduced to a trembling, cum-stuffed mess beneath him. His chest heaved like a bellows, each breath a reminder of the stamina he had poured into claiming what no mortal should ever touch.
Beneath the shimmering veil of divine light, Elaine's flawless body glowed a delicate, post-climactic pink, as though kissed by dawn. Her thighs, still locked in a subconscious embrace around nothing, quivered with aftershocks; the twin moons of her buttocks—plump, snow-white, and now flushed rose—trembled with every heartbeat, unable to bear the molten weight of the semen scalding her from within. Strands of her lustrous ebony hair clung to her sweat-dampened skin, veiling the upper half of her face like a silken curtain. Her lips, swollen and cherry-red, parted in soft, unconscious moans—each breathy note a melody of shattered composure that drifted to Fat Bull's ears like the sweetest incense. The sounds stroked his ego more thoroughly than any caress, proof that he, Boomer Boner, had fucked a goddess into speechless, quivering submission.
"Tell me, Elaine-chan," Fat Bull purred, voice thick with smug satisfaction, "did your fairy cunt enjoy its first mortal creampie?" His fat hand—greasy, calloused, trembling with residual lust—reached forward to part the curtain of hair shielding her face. The silken strands slipped through his fingers like water, revealing the devastating beauty beneath: eyes squeezed shut, long lashes spiked with crystalline tears that caught the divine light like scattered diamonds. His thumb brushed her cheek and encountered warm wetness—tears, not sweat. A jolt of triumphant surprise and death threaten lanced through him at the same time. He, a mortal, had pounded the proud immortal fairy until she wept—not from pain, but from the overwhelming tide of pleasure he had forced upon her untried body. The realization sent a fresh throb through his spent cock, still nestled deep inside her, as if even in exhaustion it hungered to begin again.
"Elaine-chan, no Fairy sama... no, no, no, my celestial bride, my immortal wife! This worthless Fat Bull deserves a thousand deaths!" Boomer Boner's voice cracked with sudden alarm, the smug triumph draining from his bloated face like wine from a cracked goblet. His entire body quivered, rolls of flesh rippling beneath sweat-slicked skin, while the still-rigid pillar buried deep inside Elaine's sacred passage gave an involuntary twitch.
The slick friction of swollen glans against her tender cervical ring sent a fresh jolt through them both; the velvety walls fluttered in protest, milking him with involuntary spasms that wrung another broken moan from the fairy's throat. The sound was raw, threaded with pain and reluctant pleasure, a crystalline note that sliced through the haze of his lust and left him momentarily stunned. Tears—actual tears—glistened on those impossibly long lashes, each droplet catching the divine light like liquid starfire. The sight of the untouchable Sun Elaine weeping beneath him was a dagger to his conscience, however stunted it might be.
"Fairy-sama, I—I'll stop, I swear on my worthless life!" he stammered, sweat dripping from his triple chin onto the small of her back. "I'll stay still as stone until you're ready—until the ache fades and you want it again!" The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, half-plea, half-promise. In his mind's eye he saw her palm crack across his face, felt the familiar impact of being hurled through the air to crash against jade walls; anything would be better than this silent accusation of crystalline tears. A sliver of regret wormed into his chest, cold and sharp, but the moment it surfaced, the scalding clutch of her immortal sheath squeezed around his length and the thought dissolved in a fresh surge of molten pleasure. Her body, even in distress, was a paradise no mortal tongue could describe—tight, slick, impossibly warm—and the knowledge that he had filled it to overflowing with his seed only fanned the flames higher.
Boomer Boner had always been a slave to his cock, a glutton for flesh who lived between a woman's thighs and died a little each time he was denied. The memory of her earlier fury—when she had sent him spinning like a discarded rag and threw on the wall—flashed across his mind, yet here he remained, still sheathed to the hilt, still welcomed by the slick heat that had accepted his release. That single fact obliterated every shred of caution. Tonight was a miracle, a once-in-a-lifetime theft from the heavens, and he would wring every drop of ecstasy from it before the gods noticed their treasure had been plundered. Regret? Fear? Let them come later. For now, there was only the fairy's trembling body beneath him, the obscene squelch of seed and nectar, the knowledge that he, the ugliest of mortals, had breached the gates of paradise and lived to thrust again.
"Damn! Bear with me, Elaine chan—just a little longer and it'll feel like heaven, I swear it!" The vow erupted from his throat in a guttural roar, half apology, half battle-cry. His hips snapped forward with renewed ferocity, the monstrous twenty-eight centimeters of veined flesh spearing into her once more.
The impact sent a wet slap echoing through the chamber, her plush rear rippling like moonlit water beneath the assault. He watched, mesmerized, as the thick shaft disappeared inch by glistening inch into the delicate pink petals that guarded her core, watched the way her entrance stretched impossibly around his girth, watched the frothy mixture of their fluids coat his length in a lewd sheen. Each thrust was a conquest, each withdrawal a torment; he reveled in the drag of her silken walls, the way her cervix kissed his tip like a reluctant lover, the way her body—despite her silence—clenched and fluttered as though trying to keep him buried forever.
Yet disappointment crept in like frost on glass. The fairy beneath him had retreated behind an icy veil, her earlier tremors replaced by a stillness so profound it bordered on indifference. She neither pushed back to meet his thrusts nor twisted away in protest; she simply endured, a porcelain statue carved for his pleasure alone. Her breaths came shallow and even, her spine a graceful, unyielding arc, her face turned aside so that only the delicate shell of her ear and the damp curtain of ebony hair were visible. The divine glow that had flared so brightly now simmered at a cool, constant radiance—beautiful, yes, but distant, as though the soul within had withdrawn to some untouchable height and left only the shell behind. To Fat Bull, it was akin to fucking the world's most exquisite doll: flawless curves, silken skin, a sheath that gripped like living velvet, yet devoid of the fire that had once scorched his very soul.
Beautiful flesh, exquisite beyond mortal dreams, yet somehow hollow. The thought gnawed at him even as his hips pistoned with mechanical fervor, each thrust driving a fresh bead of mixed essence from her stuffed passage to trickle down her thighs in pearly rivulets. Her silence was a rebuke, her stillness a challenge. He wanted her cries, her claws, the arch of her back as she begged for more or begged for mercy—he cared not which, only that she react. The absence of response was a colder punishment than any slap, a reminder that while he had claimed her body, her spirit remained beyond his reach, locked behind walls of celestial frost. Still, he thrust on, chasing the fleeting hope that another deep stroke, another scalding kiss against her womb, might crack that icy facade and drag a moan—or a curse—from those perfect lips.
Boomer Boner's meaty paws clamped around Elaine's narrow waist. With a grunt of effort that sent his belly jiggling, he rolled the immortal fairy onto her back, her lithe body folding beneath him as easily as silk beneath a storm. The motion parted her thighs in a languid, involuntary bloom, and the divine light that haloed her skin flared brighter for an instant, as though the heavens themselves recoiled at the sight of their purest daughter spread open for a mortal's gaze. Her raven hair spilled across the rumpled sheets in an ebony cascade, framing a face so devastatingly beautiful it seemed carved from moonlight and regret. Those starlit eyes, still glistening with the remnants of tears, stared up at him—wide, unblinking, and utterly unreadable—while her swollen lips parted on a breath that trembled between surrender and defiance. Fat Bull's heart lurched in his chest, a clumsy, pounding thing; for one suspended heartbeat he forgot to breathe, lost in the impossible miracle of having Sun Elaine, the untouchable cultivator, pinned beneath his grotesque bulk.
A low, reverent growl rumbled from his throat as he drank in the sight of her: the delicate arch of her collarbones, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts—each capped with a dusky rosebud stiffened by chill and arousal—the faint flush that stained her porcelain skin from throat to navel, and lower still, the obscene evidence of their coupling glistening between her thighs.
Happiness, raw and visceral, surged through the Fat Bull like heated wine. This was no mere conquest; it was blasphemy made flesh, a fucking mortal pig feasting at the table of the gods. His cock, still rigid and slick with their combined essence, twitched against his belly, demanding reentry. Slowly, deliberately, he angled his hips and guided the bloated crown back to the slick, fluttering entrance of her core.
The first nudge parted her petals with a wet, lewd sound.
The second breached her.
And the third sank him inch by torturous inch into the tightest paradise he had ever known.
Elaine's breath hitched, a fragile sound that arrowed straight to his groin, and her inner walls rippled around him in protest and welcome.
Every withdrawal was an exquisite torment. As Boomer dragged his length backward, the delicate folds lining her channel clung to him with desperate tenacity, curling and twisting around the veined shaft like silken vines reluctant to release their prize. The deeper recesses of her sheath pulsed in rhythmic contractions, each one a miniature climax that sucked greedily at his glans, sending electric shivers racing up his spine. The suction was so fierce it bordered on pain, a sweet, stinging pleasure that made his balls draw tight and his toes curl against the sheets.
The fat man paused when only the flared tip remained inside the beauty, savoring the way her entrance fluttered and winked, as though her body itself begged him to return. Then, with a guttural groan, he surged forward again, watching in rapt fascination as the thick column of flesh vanished into her slight frame, stretching the delicate pink ring of her opening until it gleamed translucent around his girth.
The insertion was a battle and a benediction. Elaine's slick, narrow passage resisted the ugly thing at every inch, the plush walls folding and unfolding in reluctant waves, yet the copious flood of their mingled fluids had rendered her impossibly welcoming.
Each thrust forced a fresh gush of creamy essence to spill from her stuffed depths, trickling in warm rivulets down the cleft of her rear to pool beneath her on the sheets. When the blunt head of his cock finally kissed the slick, circular gateway at the mouth of her womb, the impact sent a visible shudder through her entire body.
Fat Bull's eyes glazed with lust; he could feel a frantic drum, her heartbeat, through that tender barrier.
Without giving the fairy a moment to adjust, fat man withdrew again until a full handspan of his glistening shaft emerged, coated in a thick, pearly froth that stretched in sticky threads between their bodies. The air touched his heated tip for only an instant before he drove back in!
PAM!
Obese crotch met the round hip snapping with a wet, meaty slap that echoed through the chamber like a profane hymn.
"Nrrumm♡ ♡ !!! "
The motion forced a soft, broken cry from Elaine's lips—half gasp, half sob—and her back arched off the bed in a graceful bow, breasts trembling with the force of it.
A fat mortal was plundering the paradise, and the immortal fairy beneath him could only tremble and take it!
Boomer's hands slid from her waist to cradle the backs of her knees, spreading her wider, folding her nearly in half so that every merciless inch of his invasion was visible: the way her petals clung to his retreating shaft, the way her entrance fluttered and gaped when he pulled free, the way her womb's gate kissed and sucked at his tip with every punishing return.
PS:
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