NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 29: Innocent MILF on Carriage
The road from the noble quarter back to the palace was deliberately long, winding through tree-lined avenues and past cheering crowds so the people could bask in the sight of their hero claiming yet another beauty in broad daylight. The carriage rolled slow, almost lazy, the horses kept to a gentle trot by the driver’s knowing hand.
Inside, the air turned thick and hot.
Lena sat pressed between Alex and Alicia, her thighs trembling, dress already rucked high from his earlier touch. Alex slid one big hand down again, slow and possessive, palm spreading over the soft, plump flesh of her inner thigh. Gods, she was thick, layers of creamy, yielding fat that made his fingers sink in like warm dough. Perfect breeding thighs. The kind that could take pounding after pounding and still look untouched the next morning.
He squeezed, hard enough to make her gasp.
"So much softness," he murmured against her ear, voice low so only the women heard. "All this plush meat... and I bet you’re still tight as a virgin inside."
Lena whimpered, nodding fast, tears of need already on her lashes. "Tomas never... never stretched me... I’m so small down there... please be careful..."
Alex’s thumb circled slow on the inner skin, feeling the heat radiate from higher up. He shifted on the bench, turning his body toward her, his free hand taking her chin gently, tilting her face to him. Her blue eyes were wide, innocent, but her lips parted on a shaky breath, her massive tits heaving under the thin blue dress.
"Careful?" he echoed, voice rough with lust. "I’ll be careful... at first."
He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers—not a kiss, just a tease, his breath hot on her mouth. Lena’s eyes fluttered, more tears spilling, her body leaning into him without thinking. Her thighs parted slightly on instinct, the plump flesh quivering under his palm.
Alicia watched with dark eyes, her small hand resting on Lena’s shoulder, fingers tracing light patterns down her arm. "She’s shaking already," Alicia whispered, almost to herself, her voice a mix of jealousy and excitement. She leaned in, licking a slow line along Lena’s neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears.
Lena gasped, her nipples stiffening visibly through the dress, dark peaks poking against the fabric like they were begging for attention. The bodice stretched tight, the low neckline dipping with every heave of her chest, revealing the deep valley between those heavy, round tits.
Alex’s hand slid higher on her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her panties but not dipping in. He squeezed again, feeling the way the fat yielded, warm and silky, his cock twitching in his robe at the thought of those thighs wrapped around him later.
"Stand up," he commanded softly.
Lena obeyed without question, rising on shaky legs, her dress falling back down but rumpled, clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her ass jiggled slightly with the movement, plump and round under the fabric.
Alex reached up, took her hips in both hands—gods, they were wide, perfect for grabbing—and guided her down onto his lap, facing him.
She straddled him slow, her thighs spreading wide over his, the plush fat pressing against his legs like warm pillows. Her dress rode up again, exposing more of that creamy inner skin, her panties now visible—simple white cotton, already dark with wetness at the center.
Lena’s breath hitched as she settled, her pussy hovering just above his robe-covered cock, the heat of her radiating through the thin barriers. Her massive tits were right at his eye level, heaving with every nervous breath, the neckline slipping lower, threatening to spill them free.
Alex’s hands stayed on her hips, squeezing the soft flare there, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh. "Feel that?" he whispered, rocking her gently forward so her covered pussy brushed the hard bulge in his robe. "That’s what’s going to stretch you."
Lena whimpered, nodding, her blue eyes locked on his, wide with fear and want. More tears spilled—innocence cracking under the weight of her body’s betrayal. She was so small inside, she knew, but this... this made her ache like never before.
His hands slid up her sides, slow, tracing the tiny waist, then higher to cup the undersides of her heavy tits through the dress. They were so full, so round, overflowing his palms, the weight making them jiggle with every tiny movement of the carriage.
He squeezed gently, watching milk bead through the fabric, darkening the blue over her nipples.
"These are already leaking for me," he murmured, thumbs circling the stiff peaks through the cloth, making them harden further. Lena arched, a soft cry escaping, her thighs clenching around his hips.
Alicia leaned in from the side, her small mouth latching onto Lena’s neck, sucking lightly, leaving a red mark. "You’re going to be so good for him," she whispered, her hand slipping to Lena’s other breast, pinching the nipple through the dress until milk trickled down.
Lena’s emotions swirled—shame at how wet she was getting, excitement building like fire, fear of what Tomas would think. Tears kept falling, but her hips rocked subtly, pressing her pussy against his bulge.
Alex tugged the neckline down slow, exposing one breast completely—the skin creamy and veined, nipple dark and erect, a drop of milk hanging like a pearl. He leaned in, licked it clean, then sucked the peak into his mouth, slow and deep.
Lena sobbed, hands fisting in his robe, her thighs trembling around him. "Ahhh... it’s too much... I feel so full already..."
He switched to the other breast, pulling the dress lower, both tits spilling free now, heavy and leaking. He squeezed them together, thumbs rubbing the nipples in circles, milk trickling over his fingers.
Serena reached over, her strong hand joining, kneading one tit while Alex sucked the other. "So heavy," she purred. "Made for this."
Lena’s head fell back, mouth open on silent cries, tears streaming. Emotions crashed through her—innocence lost in waves of pleasure, shame burning hot, excitement making her pussy throb against his robe.
Alex released her nipple with a pop, the peak shiny and red. His hands dropped back to her thighs, squeezing the outer flesh, feeling the plump give under his grip.
"These thighs..." he rasped, kneading deep. "Gonna mark them while I breed you."
He rocked his hips up, letting his cock press harder against her through the robe and her panties, the friction making her gasp.
No entry. Just pressure. Just tease.
Lena’s blue eyes met his, pleading, more tears falling. "Please... I need..."
"Soon," he promised, thumb brushing her inner thigh higher, closer to the heat but not touching.
The carriage swayed on.
And Lena’s body burned, emotions raw, waiting for the palace where it would all break.
