Hhhmm... Aaaaaaaaah Dexter..." It was a low, drunk murmur that Kerry indulged me with, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my chest, as she lay under me, with her legs still shivering with the last orgasm that I had given her.
The pulses of her thighs were drawn together, and all in vain, her passion was already oozing between them, and making her skin glow.
"I just... can't forget about last night..." Her breath hitched, her hips lifting up, trying to push my cock deep in her pussy out of instinct.
"How, you made me squirt... and even licked my asshole..." She whimpered, her voice dropping to a shameful whisper. "Being bred by your cock... I can't stop thinking about it."
I gripped her jaw, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "Aunt." The word was a claim, a warning. "Listen closely." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise.
"You are mine now. And that means Mitt doesn't fucking exist." My grip tightened, my tone dropping to a growl.
"If you let that pathetic excuse for a man touch what's mine..." I let the threat hang, my free hand sliding down to grip her throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make her feel it.
"You won't get this again." I pulled my cock out and rubbed it against her thigh, already hardening at the thought of punishing her.
Kerry's breath came faster, her eyes widening—fear? Lust?—before her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Hmm... Dexter..." She tried to sound stern, but her voice trembled, as if she were panicked.
"Don't..." A weak protest. "I'll never let Mitt's filthy hands near me again..." Her fingers curled into the furs beneath her, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Just... don't ignore me, okay...? I need you..."
I didn't answer.
Instead, my hand cracked across her ass, a sharp, stinging slap that made her head snap to the side. "AAAH—!" Kerry gasped, her hand flying to her ass, her eyes were wide with shock.
I snarled and pulled her hair, drawing her head back, making her look at me. "You belong to me." The other hand knocked into her once more, still on the other asscheek, making a noise that reverberated through the hut. "Say it."
"Aaaah—! Yours!" She said instantly, her asscheeks flaming red, her pussy dripping with need. "I'm yours, Dexter.... aaaah Mitt is nothing.. Your cock is the only thing that matters."
"Good," I growled, my free hand sliding down to pinch her nipple, twisting just hard enough to make her whimper. "But I think you need a reminder of who your body belongs to."
Before she could react, I slammed my cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the root. "AAAAAAAAAA... aaaaah hmmm... FUCK.... " Kerry's scream was raw, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my arms as I pounded into her, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to leave bruises.
"You like that, don't you?" I snarled, my hand cracking across her tits, making them jiggle. "Taking my cock like a good little slut." My teeth sank into her nipple, biting down hard enough to make her scream, her pussy clenching around me.
"AAAAH—! Yes—! Fuck—!" Kerry's voice was a broken cry, her body trembling beneath me. "It hurts—but it's so good—!"
I didn't let up.
My hand slapped her tits again, the sound sharp. "You're mine, Kerry," I growled, my cock pistoning into her with relentless force.
"Every inch of you." My mouth latched onto her other nipple, biting, sucking, leaving marks as I fucked her harder, my hips slamming into hers. "Your pussy..." Thrust
. "Your ass..." Thrust. "Even your dirty fucking armpits."
With that, I yanked her arm up, my tongue dragging along the sensitive skin of her armpit, tasting her sweat, her musk. Kerry shrieked, her body jerking, her pussy gushing around my cock.
"AAAA aaaah aaaaah hmmm... Dexter hmm.. ummm.. That's so dirty aaaaaah hmmm...!" She squirmed, but I held her still, my tongue licking, my teeth nipping, my cock fucking her without mercy.
"Nothing's wrong when it's mine," I growled against her skin, my breath hot, my voice a dark purr. "You love it. You crave it." My hand slapped her pussy, the sound wet, obscene. "Admit it."
"AAAAH—! I do—!" Kerry's voice broke, her body shuddering, her pussy squirting around my cock, her release spraying between us. "I love it! I crave you... aaah hmmm.... Only you..."
"That's right," I snarled, my thrusts turning punishing, my cock swelling inside her. "And you're going to cum for me like the whore you are."
"I'M CUMMING... aaaaaaaaaah..." Kerry's scream was guttural, her body seizing as her release exploded around my cock, her pussy convulsing, drenching me in scalding waves. I didn't slow down. I couldn't. My balls drew tight, my own climax coiling, a storm ready to break.
"Take it," I growled, my hand slapping her clit, making her scream. "Take every fucking drop of my hot cum.. inside your hungry pussy."
With a final thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy, almost touching her womb, and unleashed my cum, blasting into her in thick, scalding ropes, filling her so full her belly actually swelled for a second before her walls clenched, milking me for every last drop of cum.... " Here take my seed.. in your hungry pussy.. aaaaah aaaaah " I groaned as I came hard.
Kerry screamed, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsing, her juices and my cum flooding out of her, dripping onto the furs in obscene, sticky rivulets. She kept moaning as my cum kept hitting her inside ''Aah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaah "
I pulled out slowly with a pop sound, my cock glistening, still hard, and reached my two fingers into her used pussy, making her gasp. "Remember this, Aunt Kerry," I growled, my voice a dark promise.
"Every time you even think of Uncle Mitt..." I curled my fingers, pressing against her G-spot, making her whimper. "You're going to remember my hand on your tits... my teeth on your nipples... my tongue in your armpit..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "...and my cock owning your dirty pussy."
Kerry's breath sped, and she was panting hard; she was covered in sweat, her pussy dripping around my fingers. "Aaaah..." Her voice was weak, broken. "I will..." She reached up, her fingers brushing my chest, her touch trembling. "I promise..."
I chukled, pulling my fingers out with a wet pop, then shoving them into her mouth, making her taste herself. "Good," I said with excitement. "Because I'm not done with you yet." My hand slapped her ass, hard. "Turn over. I want that asshole next."
I looked at Kerry's longing look.. and she was expecting to be treated more harshly. She is really a masochist.
Kerry took a breath, and her chest rose and fell with the fat beads of sweat streaming down her back. My cum was running between her thighs like slow, lewd streaks out of her swollen, well-used pussy, the flesh inflamed and bloody, swollen and flushed, puffed up by the violent way I had whammed it.
I picked her up without any kind of prior notice, and her legs automatically hooked around my waist, and she hung onto me, her arms floating around my shoulders. It was a voice of breathless disbelief, and was sprinkled with disbelief:
"Dexter... what are you?"
I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing the sound before pulling back just enough to murmur against her lips. "Aunt Kerry..." My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, teasing. "How deep do you think my cock would reach... if I took that tight little asshole right now—just like this?"
She squirmed, her nails biting into my skin. "Dexter—put me down! You'll hurt yourself, I'm too Heavy."
"Heavy?" My laugh was low, rough, as I rocked her against me—letting her feel the steel still trapped between us. "Aunt, you're not heavy enough to stop me."
Then I saw it.
A shadow, slipping into the doorway—not just movement, but presence, sharp enough to jolt my pulse into a sprint. Fuck.
Before I could even breathe, the figure stepped inside.
My cock twitched, pressing obscenely against Kerry's ass as my gaze locked onto the intruder. The air thickened.
"Dexter... Kerry..." A voice—cool, measured, dangerously calm. "What are you...?"
I thought the game was over this time.
Kerry's body went rigid. She couldn't see the face, but that voice— "Hina—!"
Her legs unlocked from my waist in an instant, her thighs sliding down my body. My cock dragged against her stomach, slick with sweat and her own, as she whirled to face the newcomer. "Hina, it's not what you think—Dexter was just healing me—!"
I followed her gaze.
Hina had already sealed the door flap behind her, fingers lingering on the fabric like she was trapping us. Her face wasn't angry. Not yet.
But then her eyes dropped.
The heavy air in the room seemed to stick to our skin as Hina's eyes followed the mess between Kerry's legs. My cum was still slowly dripping down her thighs, shiny and thick. The space between her legs looked swollen and red from how hard we'd gone at it.
"Have you really let him..." Hina's voice got quieter, sounding almost sad rather than angry.
"Just waste his seed inside you like this? You should know better, Kerry." Her eyes snapped up to meet Kerry's, sharp and accusing.
"It's wrong to let something so precious just spill out like this." She paused, her voice dropping even lower. "It would be better if he just... put it inside...."
She stopped talking, but the silence felt heavier than her words. I could tell what she was thinking - she wanted that for herself. Wanted my seed inside her instead, wanted to be the one carrying what Kerry was letting drip away.
The atmosphere of the room became more oppressive, and Hina wheeled her stinging eyes upon me, with an expression of anger and of something beside it--something that raised my heartbeat.
"You two have really surprised me," she said, dripping with false indignation. "I just wanted to take a look at Ruth after she took those herbs. But when I asked them where you were, they told me to come here."
I could feel the falsity of her voice in the daylight. She had not come here accidentally. No, she had come in search of me--where we had been off together last time, I suppose. Her tendency to keep on peeking down at my cock, the manner her breath was hitching a little as she spoke, all that told her.
She had not come there without a mission, and she had come with a purpose, and now that she'd found me in this compromising position, she was recalculating, adjusting her plans on the fly.
"I definitely wasn't expecting to walk in on... this." She gestured disgustedly at Kerry's thighs. "Kerry, you're supposed to be his elder. How could you let him do this to you? Don't know you know about Tribes' rules."
"Aunt Hina, you misunderstood," I said smoothly, keeping my voice calm. "I was healing Aunt Kerry. She's been having problems - leaking pussy, and her nipples have been really hard. I was just... treating her."
Kerry jumped in, her voice high with panic. "Yes! That's right, Hina. Dexter was just healing me. His... his seed is special. It's..." She stopped suddenly, her face going pale as she realized what she'd just said. "Oh no..."
Hina's eyebrows shot up. "Special?" Her voice was dangerously quiet now. "And what does that have to do with you letting him breed you until his seed drips out of you, Kerry?"
This room was even tighter. Kerry appeared as though she would rather vanish as her hands twisted each other. I knew Hina had his mind working, putting things together. This was not going to be a simple case to talk the way out.
The mouth of Kerry opened and closed again like a fish that is gasping. Her large eyes looked at me wildly, without uttering a word, imploring, imploring, that I would be able to wave my magic wand and make this scene vanish.
But I was as lost as I could get, with Hina standing there as a judge, with her incisive eyes dashing to and fro between the flushed and guilty features of Kerry and the unmistakable evidence that still shone on her thighs.
Hina broke the silence with a low and dangerous voice. "Kerry... is there something that you are hiding from me?" She took a step closer. "Tell me the truth."
Kerry gulped, and her fingers clenched. One more time, she looked at me and turned back to Hina, and her voice was barely more than a whisper. "Hina... you must not say anything of this. Please. It's about Dexter's safety. You have to promise me first."
Hina crossed her arms, studying Kerry's face for a long moment before giving a slow nod. "Fine. I promise. Now talk."
Kerry took a shaky breath. "Dexter's seed isn't just normal. It acts like medicine. Healing medicine because of the herbs his grandfather fed him." Her cheeks burned brighter as she rushed on.
Kerry's voice wavered as she spun her half-truths, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's why he can get hard around dirty women like us."
I watched the reaction of Hina when Kerry was talking. Her gaze fell down almost involuntarily on my rock-hard cock.
I could see the breast of Hina lift and fall at a slow, restrained breath. She made a moment of allowing her pink tongue to come out and lick her lips that had suddenly become dry before she appeared to jerk back to herself. Her features twisted, the momentary glimpses of something wild and hungry shifted in their place by her normal scowl.