Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 63: Devotion

Luke’s cock slipped free from her still-twitching cunt with a wet, obscene pop. Dalia’s body sagged, boneless and quivering, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. Not even close.

He held her wrist and said, "Come with me. You need to show your devotion to your mate."

Soon, she found herself kneeling before him like an offering, thighs pressed together, chest heaving, lips already parted and glistening.

His thick shaft hovered inches from her face, slick with her own arousal, veins pulsing, the fat head flushed.

He gripped the base and tapped it against her cheek once, twice, leaving sticky trails.

"Open wide, mate," he ordered, voice gravel-rough. "Show me how much you can take down that greedy little throat."

Dalia’s eyes, glassy and heavy-lidded, lifted to meet his.

She has never done it before but the instinct of a female knew what her mate wanted.

The usual sharp pride that defined her had melted away tonight, drowned in the relentless heat pooling between her legs.

She parted her lips wider, tongue slipping out to lap at the underside of his cock in silent surrender.

Luke groaned low in his chest and fed the swollen head past her lips.

He didn’t ram in despite the urge. He rocked his hips in slow, deliberate rolls, letting her adjust to the sheer girth stretching her jaw.

Inch by thick inch he sank deeper, the salty taste of her own slick coating her tongue as he fucked her mouth with lazy, savoring thrusts.

Her eyes watered instantly. Tears gathered at the corners, spilling over as the head nudged the back of her throat.

"Ghhh..." She gagged softly around him, but didn’t pull away. Instead her hands rose to clutch his thighs, nails biting into muscle as she tried to take more.

"That’s it," he rasped, watching her struggle so prettily. "Choke on it like the desperate little cheating bitch you are tonight."

His words only made her feel hotter. Despite knowing what she was doing, how she was betraying the man she loved, she couldn’t stop.

He picked up the pace just enough to make her cheeks hollow, to make drool leak from the corners of her stretched mouth and drip down her chin onto her heaving tits.

Her muffled whimpers vibrated around his shaft, sending jolts straight to his balls.

When her throat fluttered around him one too many times, threatening to push him over the edge too soon, Luke yanked himself free with a filthy pop.

Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock.

Her dazed eyes searched for the torturing pleasure again, her head tilting forward to take him.

But Luke stopped her and pulled her to her feet by the upper arms. Her legs wobbled, but he didn’t let her fall.

He spun her around so her back pressed to his chest for one dizzying second, then spun her again until they were face to face.

He parted her legs slightly, ready to take her once again. Dalia’s arms flew around his neck, clinging as he lined himself up and slammed home in one brutal plunge.

"Nngh! Wh-Whait...l-let me...ah-ah-ah.!!" She wanted to protest but nothing worked against the scraping heat she felt inside her. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She cried out, sharp and raw as she clung to him tighter.

Standing like this, impaled on his cock, every inch of him felt impossibly deeper. Her toes barely brushed the floor; she rose onto the balls of her feet with each savage upward thrust, body jolting against his.

Luke fucked her hard and fast now, hips snapping like a piston, pounding her dripping pussy with ruthless precision. Wet slaps echoed through the room every time his pelvis crashed into hers, his heavy balls smacking her soaked skin.

One big hand left her thigh to crack across her ass—once, twice, three stinging smacks in quick succession. The sharp sound rang out, followed by Dalia’s broken moan as fresh heat bloomed across her flesh.

"Fuck yes," he growled against her ear. "Squeeze that tight cunt around me. Milk this dick while I wreck you."

Her nails raked down his shoulders. Her head fell back, throat exposed, mouth open in a continuous stream of filthy whimpers and pleas. Every punishing stroke dragged his thick shaft along her sensitive walls, battering her g-spot until her thighs shook uncontrollably.

Another hard spank landed, this one lower, catching the underside of her ass and making her jolt forward onto his cock even deeper. She keened, inner walls clamping down like a vice.

Luke’s rhythm turned feral—short, brutal jabs that kept him buried to the hilt, grinding mercilessly against her clit with every roll of his hips.

"Come again," he snarled, lips brushing hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. "Come for me again. Show me how much you craved a man...someone more than your real mate."

Dalia shattered for him a fifth time.

Her whole body seized, thighs clamping around his waist, cunt spasming wildly around his plunging length.

A gush of slick soaked them both, dripping down his balls and onto the floor as she sobbed his name against his mouth.

He didn’t stop thrusting. Not even as her orgasm ripped through her in violent waves. He fucked her straight through it—long, punishing strokes now—drawing out every last tremor until she was limp and trembling in his arms, utterly wrecked and still impaled on every thick inch of him.

Luke’s arms tightened around Dalia’s trembling waist as her latest orgasm still rippled through her.

He walked them backward with slow, deliberate steps until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

Without breaking their locked gaze, he sank down onto the mattress, thighs spread wide, cock standing rigid and glistening between them like a promise.

He patted his lap once, heavy palm smacking against muscle. "Come here, mate. Straddle me. I want to feel every inch of you sink down on this dick while you ride."

Dalia’s legs felt like liquid. Her inner thighs were slick with her own release, pussy still swollen and fluttering from being so thoroughly used.

She hesitated for only a heartbeat—eyes flicking from his face to the thick, veined length waiting for her—before she stepped forward.

She placed one knee on the bed beside his hip, then the other, straddling him. The heat of his body radiated up against her core. Luke’s hands settled on her hips, not forcing, just guiding, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there in lazy circles.

"Lower yourself nice and slow," he murmured, voice dark velvet. "Let me watch that greedy little cunt swallow me whole."

Dalia bit her lip, breath hitching. She reached down between them, fingers wrapping around his slick shaft—still hot, still impossibly hard—and notched the blunt head against her entrance.

The first press made her whimper; her walls were tender, hypersensitive, but so wet that resistance melted away almost instantly.

She sank down inch by torturous inch.

A long, broken moan spilled from her throat as her stretched pussy enveloped him again, the thick girth forcing her open anew.

When her ass finally met his thighs, she was seated fully, impaled to the root, clit pressed flush against his pubic bone.

Luke groaned deep in his chest, hands sliding up to cup her heavy breasts. "Fuck, that’s perfect. Look at you... stuffed full and shaking already."

"S-Stop being so mean...you don’t need to keep telling me all that..." She complained.

He chuckled, "But I feel you are getting more excited because of it." Dalia groaned and didn’t say anything more.

With a grin, he leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue over one stiff nipple, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of her sweat.

Dalia’s back arched instinctively, pushing her tits closer to his mouth. He rewarded her by sucking the peak between his lips, tongue swirling in filthy, wet circles before flicking the sensitive tip hard enough to make her gasp.

"Move," he commanded against her skin, voice muffled. "Roll those hips. Grind that soaked pussy on my cock like you can’t get enough."

Dalia obeyed without thought.

Her hips began to sway in slow, sinuous figure-eights at first—teasing herself as much as him—then picked up into a steady, rolling rhythm. Each forward grind dragged her clit along his shaft; each backward tilt made the fat head nudge deep against her cervix. Wet, squelching sounds filled the space between them every time she lifted and dropped.

Luke’s mouth never left her breasts. He switched from one to the other, laving broad, sloppy stripes with his tongue, then sucking hard enough to pull the entire areola into his mouth. His teeth grazed the tender flesh just enough to sting, making her hips jerk faster, chasing the sharp pleasure-pain.

One hand slid down to grip her ass, fingers digging in as he helped guide her movements—lifting her slightly only to slam her back down, forcing her to take him deeper with every descent. The other hand pinched and rolled her neglected nipple between rough fingertips, tugging until she cried out.

"That’s it, ride me harder," he growled, lips brushing wet trails across her collarbone before returning to devour her tits again. "Bounce on me. Let me feel that tight cunt flutter every time you bottom out."

Dalia’s pace turned frantic. Her thighs burned, but she couldn’t stop—didn’t want to stop. She rocked faster, hips snapping forward and back, grinding her clit in desperate circles against him while his mouth worshipped her breasts with relentless hunger.

His tongue slithered over every inch he could reach—circling nipples, tracing the undersides, sucking bruises into the soft flesh until her chest glistened with saliva and faint red marks.

Her moans grew louder, more ragged. Another climax was already building, coiling low and vicious in her belly, fed by the obscene stretch of him inside her and the filthy way his mouth claimed her tits.

Luke felt her walls start to flutter around his cock and grinned against her skin.

"Come for me again, love," he rasped, sucking one nipple deep and hard while his thumb found her clit and rubbed merciless circles. "Drench my lap. Show me how much you love being my perfect little cockslut tonight."

Dalia shattered with a suppressed cry, hips stuttering wildly as her pussy clamped down in violent spasms. Slick gushed around his buried length, soaking his thighs, his balls, the sheets beneath them. Her whole body shook, nails raking down his shoulders as wave after blinding wave crashed through her.

Luke held her through it—hips rolling up in slow, grinding thrusts to drag every last tremor from her—mouth still latched onto her breast, tongue flicking lazily over the abused nipple as she trembled in his lap, utterly spent and still stuffed full of him.

After a brief pause, Luke asked, "You with me?"

She wasn’t.

Apparently, Dalia had fainted.

Luke shook his head...really, only his mother could handle him till the end.