nownovels Chapter 506 - 505- A Housewife’s Misery
Chapter 506 - 505- A Housewife’s Misery
"Phew~, be prepared for everything now..." With a low, hungry growl, Viktor’s strong hands gripped her hips tighter, Rihana’s warm, heavy breasts pressing down on her lower back like a soft, insistent weight helping to hold her in place.It was a momentary, coordinated action — he aligned his throbbing cock right at her soaked, dripping pussy, the thick head teasing her swollen folds with slow, torturous strokes that made her hips twitch.
"N—nooo!" Eliantra’s hands strained uselessly in Rihana’s grasp, but he was far faster and stronger.
"Um, yes, I guess this is what you need." In one smooth, devastating motion, he pushed the fat head of his cock against her dripping entrance, parting those hairy, wet lips before thrusting deep.
PAH!
’!!!!’
Eliantra’s eyes shot wide open, her back arching sharply as he slammed in all the way, breaking through every last resistance with that overwhelming stretch.
"Aaaaaahhh! N-No, it — ahhhnn — it’s tearing me apart...! Viktor, please — it’s too big...!" she screamed, her voice raw with agony and something far more shameful, her entire body convulsing and trembling uncontrollably as the sharp, burning pain mixed with flooding pleasure shot through her core like lightning.
She tried to stretch her arms to push him away, but Rihana’s grip held firm and her strength completely faltered under the assault.
"Sob.... sob..." Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her lips trembling as she whimpered desperately, "P-Please... it’s too thick... too deep inside me...! I can’t... I can’t take it...!"
Her fingers dug harder into the carpet, knuckles turning white, as she clenched her teeth, feeling every single inch of his massive cock stretch her impossibly wide, filling her in ways her body had never known before.
"Aaghhhh....! P-pull it out....! It’s hitting so far...!" Her head tilted back slightly, eyes fluttering shut then forcing open, her mind blanking out to the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the air around them.
"Ahhh... nghhh... I-I can’t... take... it all...! Master — Viktor... slow down...!"
PAAHH!
"Hnghhh~!!"
Viktor’s hips bucked violently, driving even deeper, his thick shaft throbbing wildly as he claimed her completely, Rihana’s own body pressing from behind to add momentum, her wet folds grinding against him with eager need.
"Ugh...." he groaned deeply, his grip tightening on her full hips as he buried himself to the hilt, the impact making her heavy breasts swing and spray milk in thin arcs across the floor.
Eliantra’s walls clenched around him desperately, milking every inch as she felt the sudden rush of fullness flooding her insides.
Her eyes widened in shock, a full-body shudder coursing through her as her pussy spasmed and squeezed him tight without her permission.
Throb... Throb...
Viktor stayed buried deep inside her quivering pussy, feeling those tight, wet walls hugging him so perfectly, Rihana’s thick thighs framing everything and her breasts resting warmly on Eliantra’s back.
"Mmmf... nghhh! Hnngh..." The memories crashed over Eliantra without any invitation, flooding her mind from behind, each brutal thrust forcing broken whimpers from her lips while her face stayed pressed into the carpet.
They always arrived like this, she had noticed—the unwanted, comprehensive return of things her mind had locked away in dusty, forgotten rooms, triggered mercilessly by the overwhelming present-tense reality of a sensation her body recognized all too well from her younger, innocent days.
The doggy position.
Her body knew this position so intimately.
Count Hartfield had been that specific drunk kind of man—the ’I have come home from the tavern and I have a wife waiting’ kind.
The kind who did not ask, did not wait, and whose rough hands on her hips in the dark had carried that possessive, ’I am going through the motions of a man who owns this completely’ grip of someone who had confused raw ownership with any form of care.
She had been only twenty-two back then.
Innocent in that particular way that women who marry young tend to be— not ignorant of what was supposed to happen, but so painfully untested, carrying that wide gap between knowing a thing only in her mind and receiving her body’s full, shattering report on it.
He had tested her so comprehensively that very first night.
Drunk. The heavy smell of ale thick on his breath as it washed over the back of her neck when he bent her over their marital bed without a single word of warning.
His hands had been so rough on her soft hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks as his shorter, narrower cock—nothing like Viktor’s massive, throbbing thickness—pushed in with that selfish, ’I am not waiting another second’ pace of a man who had already decided this was happening right then.
"Mmmph...! It hurts... please... slow...!" she had cried that night, tears streaming down her flushed young face as he broke her hymen in one rough thrust, the sharp tearing pain making her sob helplessly into the sheets.
Her virgin blood had mixed with her unwilling wetness while he kept going, grunting like an animal above her, his ale-scented breath hot and ragged.
But she had gripped the sheets tightly with both hands.
Said nothing more after those first broken cries.
The perfect ’good wife’ silence of a woman who had been taught from girlhood that this was simply her function, her duty, and that she must perform it no matter how much it hurt or how loudly her body protested.
He had impregnated her within the year.
And even after that, he had continued taking her just as roughly.
The pregnancy—her belly growing so heavy and swollen, her breasts already beginning their early milky production—had not slowed him down at all.
If anything, it had awakened something darker and more possessive in him, that primal arousal of a man staring at the clear evidence of his own virility.
His hands would roam over her rounded belly from behind as he pounded her in this same position, grunting while she bit hard into the pillow to muffle her cries and desperately tried not to wake the servants with her pain-filled moans.
She had thought then, in her young naivety, that this was simply what marriage was supposed to be.
She had never been truly tested against anything else.
Until tonight.
"Nnghhh~!!" Eliantra whimpered loudly as Viktor drove even deeper, his far thicker, longer cock reaching places her husband had never touched, stretching her walls so impossibly wide that fresh tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down her cheeks.
Recalling those painful first nights—how she had cried and sobbed while her husband broke her innocence—only made her body betray her further.
Her pussy grew even wetter around Viktor’s massive shaft, clenching and fluttering shamefully as the clear realization hit her: Viktor was so much bigger, so much thicker, so much deeper than her late husband had ever been.
’Viktor is... so much bigger... ahhn~!!’ The unwanted thought made her face burn with fresh humiliation, yet her dripping cunt only grew slicker, juices coating his throbbing length as her hips twitched back involuntarily to meet his powerful thrusts.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Aaanghh~~!! Hiiiek~!! It’s hitting so much deeper than he ever could....!!"
The shameful comparison only fueled the fire inside her more, her mature body responding with helpless arousal to the overwhelming difference, milk leaking faster from her heavy swinging breasts while Viktor claimed every inch of her in ways her husband never had.