NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 25: Breeding Farmer’s Wife

Alex pulled Hana up by the hair, spun her, bent her over the veranda railing so her heavy breasts hung toward the rice fields.

He lined up behind her and sank in with one slow, relentless thrust.

Hana screamed, loud enough for the entire hamlet to hear.

"YES! Gods, yes... so thick... filling me... Jiro’s little thing never... aaahhh, ruin me, my lord!"

He set a brutal rhythm, hips slapping against her fat ass, balls swinging heavy, the wooden railing creaking under every thrust.

Milk sprayed from her tits with every impact, splattering the veranda floor.

"Aaahhh... take it... take every inch your husband was too weak to give you..."

The neighbour women were openly masturbating now, fingers plunging, eyes locked on Hana’s wrecked face.

Alex leaned over her back, one hand reaching around to rub her clit, the other squeezing a leaking breast.

"Tell them," he growled in her ear. "Tell your neighbours who this pussy belongs to now."

Hana turned her tear-streaked face toward the fields and screamed, "It’s his! My pussy belongs to the royal breeder! Jiro’s wife is his whore now!"

She came hard, whole body convulsing, pussy clenching like a fist, milk squirting in arcs.

Alex didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her again, lifted her thick thighs around his waist and carried her inside, kicking the shoji door shut behind them (but leaving it cracked open just enough).

He threw her onto the low tatami bed, spread her wide, and slammed back in missionary, folding her nearly in half.

"Aaahhh... look at me while I breed you, Hana... look at me while I put a baby in the belly your husband never could..."

She locked eyes with him, sobbing, nodding, legs wrapped around his back.

"Yes... yes... give me your baby... make me glow... let Jiro see every day who really owns his wife..."

He fucked her through three more screaming orgasms, switching positions each time: prone-bone with her fat ass rippling, reverse cowgirl so her tits bounced wild, sideways spooning while he sucked milk straight from the source.

When he finally felt the edge, he flipped her onto her back again, threw her legs over his shoulders, and pounded deep.

"Aaahhh... here it comes... take every fucking drop..."

He roared, hips grinding, flooding her womb with thick, endless ropes.

Hana screamed, back arching off the bed, belly flaring bright, beautiful gold under the afternoon sun streaming through the open door.

He stayed buried, pumping until cum leaked out around his cock and soaked the tatami.

Outside, the neighbour women had collapsed to their knees in the mud, fingers still buried in their own pussies, watching Hana glow through the crack in the door.

Lilia stepped into the doorway, silver hair shining, and smiled sweetly at them.

"Tell the rest of the village," she called. "The royal breeder will be here all week. Line up nicely."

Inside, Alex pulled out slow, cock still half-hard, cum pouring from Hana’s ruined pussy.

She reached for him with trembling hands, tears of joy streaming.

"Thank you... thank you... I finally feel like a woman again..."

He kissed her forehead, then her milk-slick lips.

"Rest," he murmured. "Because tonight Jiro comes home to a glowing wife... and tomorrow the rest of the hamlet gets their turn."

The cicadas screamed on.

The harvest had only just begun.

The sun hung low and red over the rice fields when Alex finally stepped off the veranda. Hana lay sprawled across the tatami, thighs still spread, thick white rivers of cum leaking from her swollen pussy, belly glowing bright gold in the dying light. She was barely conscious, fingers lazily tracing the new curve, whispering "thank you... thank you..." over and over.

Alex closed the shoji behind him with a soft click.

Lilia waited in the open carriage, legs crossed, white dress already unbuttoned to the navel, silver hair loose and wild in the evening breeze. She didn’t speak. She just crooked one finger.

He climbed in and dropped onto the cushioned bench opposite her.

The driver flicked the reins the moment the door shut.

Lilia crawled forward like a panther, straddled his lap, and pressed her mouth to his ear.

"You fucked a farmer’s wife senseless today," she whispered, voice dripping honey and sin. "While her husband was out swinging a hoe in the dirt. While she screamed loud enough for the whole village to hear that her pussy belongs to the royal breeder now."

Alex groaned, cock jumping against his robe.

Lilia ground down slow, feeling him harden instantly.

"You love it, don’t you?" she purred, nipping his jaw. "Sliding into another man’s wife... knowing Jiro will come home tonight, smell you on her skin, see that golden glow, and know he’ll never be enough again."

"Aaahhh... fuck, Lilia... yes..."

She freed his cock with practiced fingers, stroked once, twice, then guided him inside her in one slick drop.

Both of them moaned.

She rolled her hips slow, taking him deep, carriage rocking gently on the dirt road.

"Tell me," she breathed against his lips. "Tell me how hard it made you when Hana screamed that Jiro’s little thing never filled her... right before you pumped her full."

Alex gripped her ass hard, thrusting up.

"It made me fucking throb... picturing him walking in, seeing his wife glowing with my baby... knowing he’ll kiss lips that were wrapped around my cock hours earlier..."

Lilia clenched around him, eyes fluttering.

"Yes... my perfect, filthy king... you get harder every time you steal another wife, don’t you?"

"Every. Single. Time."

She sped up, breasts bouncing free from the open dress, silver hair whipping with every roll of her hips.

"Imagine him tonight," she gasped, "crawling into bed beside her... feeling your cum still leaking out of his wife... knowing she’ll never moan for him again..."

Alex growled, slamming up into her.

"Aaahhh... fuck... I’m gonna come just thinking about it..."

"Do it," she hissed, nails raking his shoulders. "Give me the load you left in Jiro’s wife... pretend I’m Hana right now... pretend her husband’s watching from the rice paddy while you breed his wife in his own village..."

Alex roared, hips bucking wild, and exploded inside her, thick ropes flooding deep as the carriage creaked and swayed.

Lilia kept riding through every pulse, milking him dry, whispering against his sweat-damp neck,

"Every married pussy you ruin makes you harder for the next one... doesn’t it?"

Still buried inside her, half-hard and twitching, he answered through gritted teeth,

"Every. Fucking. One."

The carriage rolled on through the twilight, carrying the royal breeder and his silver-haired queen toward the next village, the next glowing belly, the next quiet, broken husband who would never be enough again.

And Lilia smiled the whole way home.