Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 262: OnlyFun: FunFunaly

"Look at this greedy fucking cunt," he growled, slapping the fat lips hard enough to make them jiggle and spray leftover juice. "Still hungry after everything?"

Lilith’s answer was a broken, desperate whine: "Breed me... please... flood it... make it overflow again..."

He lined up the bloated, angry-red head and slammed home in one vicious stroke. The wettest, nastiest "SCHLORRPP!" erupted as her cunt swallowed every inch instantly, walls clamping down like they were trying to milk him dry on the spot.

"FUUUCK, still so tight even after all that!" Nathan roared, immediately jackhammering. Each thrust drove her body deeper into the grass, tits bouncing wildly, cum flying from her hair with every impact.

He hooked both arms under her knees, spreading her even wider, folding her almost in half until her own heels touched the ground beside her head. The angle was obscene: her cunt completely exposed, stretched around his pistoning shaft, clit throbbing visibly.

"Watch," he snarled, slowing just enough to let her see. He pulled out until only the head remained, letting her feel the emptiness, then rammed back in so hard her whole body jolted. A thick ring of cream and old cum coated his shaft every time he withdrew.

Lilith’s eyes rolled white. "I can feel you in my womb... deeper... break it...!"

Nathan obliged. He shifted his weight and started pounding straight down, gravity helping every brutal thrust punch against her cervix like a battering ram. The wet "PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP" became a nonstop drumbeat, his heavy balls slapping her taint so hard they left red marks.

He leaned forward, teeth sinking into one jiggling tit, biting the nipple hard enough to make her scream, then sucked the whole areola into his mouth while his hips never slowed. Drool and cum ran from the corners of his mouth onto her skin.

Lilith’s hands clawed at the grass, back arching impossibly. "I’m gonna squirt again, gonna, gonna, FUCK, HERE IT COMES!"

Her cunt spasmed violently. A geyser of clear girl-cum shot out around Nathan’s buried cock, soaking his abs, splashing up to his chest. He didn’t stop, just fucked her through it, making the squirt spray in rhythmic bursts with every thrust.

"That’s it, piss yourself on my dick, you nasty demon whore!"

She kept cumming, wave after wave, until the grass under her ass was a muddy puddle of squirt and leaked cum. Only then did Nathan’s rhythm falter.

"Gonna pump another fat load straight into your useless womb," he hissed, voice cracking with effort. "You’re gonna carry it all night."

Three, four, five more punishing strokes, and he buried himself to the root, balls pulsing against her ass.

"TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP!"

His cock jerked hard inside her. Thick, burning ropes blasted directly against her cervix, so much pressure it forced older loads out around his shaft in creamy gushes. Lilith screamed again, another squirting orgasm ripping through her as she felt herself being filled to absolute capacity.

Nathan stayed locked deep, grinding slowly, making sure every spurt stayed inside. When he finally pulled out with a filthy wet pop, her pussy lips stayed gaping, a river of fresh white pouring out in heavy globs, mixing with her squirt into a sticky lake between her thighs.

Lilith lay there completely broken, chest heaving, body twitching with aftershocks, cum leaking from every hole, face painted, hair glued together, eyes unfocused and blissful.

Nathan crouched over her, cock still half-hard and dripping, smearing the last drops across her lips like lipstick.

"Still breathing, cum-slut?"

She answered with a weak, filthy smile, tongue flicking out to taste him again.

"I Love you, SON..."

Nathan collapsed onto the wet grass, back leaning against an old gnarled tree. His chest was still heaving, breath ragged. His half-hard cock hung heavy between his thighs, completely glazed with dried cum, slime, and Lilith’s juices from tip to root.

Lilith crawled over slowly, body limp but eyes still glowing. She stretched out on the grass, resting her head on his thigh, face inches from that pungent, filthy dick. Without being asked, her tongue slipped out and began gently lapping from his balls to the tip, cleaning every last trace of their mess with tender devotion.

Nathan stared up at the night sky, fingers unconsciously stroking her cum-crusted black hair. Inside his head, only one thought spun:

Fuck... I really lost it back there. Like a complete animal with no brakes.

All the stress that had been piling up lately had finally boiled over and drowned him in pure lust.

He drew a long breath, then gently pushed Lilith’s head away.

"Stop it.... That’s enough."

She froze instantly, tongue still half-out, eyes confused. "Why...?"

His voice softened completely—no trace left of the earlier brutality.

"Sorry... I went way too far. I was scared I actually hurt you."

Suddenly Lilith’s eyes welled up. She scrambled to her knees in the grass and threw her arms around him, hugging so tight his ribs creaked. Her naked, sticky body pressed flush against him, arms locked around his neck.

"Oh my son..." Her voice trembled, on the verge of real tears. "You finally came back to Mommy..."

She leaned in, lips almost brushing his.

Nathan’s hand shot up instantly, palm stopping her face mid-motion.

"Hell nah! Those are the same lips I just fucked raw, bro! My dick’s been in and out of that mouth dozens of times tonight—disgusting!"

Lilith froze for half a second... then burst into bright, ringing laughter. Tears spilled, but from laughing, not sadness.

"Oh my God... you really are my son," she giggled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, grinning wickedly. "Still scared to kiss your own mother?"

Nathan just shook his head, but the corners of his mouth lifted.

"Duh... sorry ’bout that."

Lilith snuggled back against his chest, head resting on his thigh again, fingers lazily toying with his softening cock.

"I’m fine... I loved every second of it, actually," she whispered, voice sweet and spoiled. "But if you apologize again..." She sighed softly. "Mommy really will start crying, you know."

Nathan just snorted, but his hand returned to stroking her tangled black hair.

The night grew quiet—only crickets and their slowly calming breaths.

A strange bond, forged in utter splashphemy: one woman obsessed with being a "Mommy," one man still unsteady in his own masculinity, moving in perfect, filthy harmony. Their love became cosmetic for the little island that would bear witness to future nights of sloppy, slippy, drippy, lovely dance choreography.