NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 30: Innocent MILF Couldn’t Wait

Alex kept her there, rocking her slow, letting the soaked cotton of her panties drag back and forth along his hard length. Every forward grind pressed her clit against him through the thin fabric. Every backward pull left her empty and aching.

Lena’s hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in. Her breaths came in soft, broken sobs, tears rolling down flushed cheeks.

"Aaahhh... Lena... feel how wet you’re making my robe?" he murmured, voice low and rough. "All this from just rubbing... imagine when I’m inside you."

She nodded frantically, hips rolling on their own now, chasing the pressure.

He slid both hands under her thighs, lifting her slightly, spreading her wider. The new angle let her panties pull tighter, the seam pressing right against her clit.

Lena cried out, back arching.

"Aaahhh... right there... please don’t stop..."

He didn’t. He rocked her harder, faster, but still no entry—just the thick ridge of his cock grinding through wet cotton, over and over.

Her massive tits bounced with every movement, milk spraying in thin arcs, splattering his chest, running down his stomach.

He leaned in and caught one nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while he ground her down.

Lena screamed softly, whole body shaking.

"Aaahhh... your milk... fuck, it’s everywhere... taste so good when you’re this desperate..."

She came again, sudden and hard, pussy clenching around nothing, juices soaking through her panties and onto his robe.

He slowed but didn’t stop, drawing it out until she was sobbing his name.

Only then did he pull her panties to the side—just enough to let the head of his cock kiss her bare entrance, slick and hot, but not pushing in.

Lena’s eyes went wide, tears streaming.

"Please... please put it in... I can’t..."

He held her there, head nudging her opening, letting her feel how close she was.

"Aaahhh... feel that? That’s just the tip... and you’re already crying for more."

He rocked tiny, shallow thrusts—just the head slipping in and out, never deeper, stretching her entrance over and over.

Lena sobbed, trying to push down, but his hands on her hips held her still.

"Not yet, beautiful. I want you begging louder than the carriage wheels."

She did.

By the time the palace gates appeared in the distance, Lena was a wreck: dress ruined, tits leaking, panties twisted to the side, pussy dripping down his cock, tears and milk and sweat mixing on her skin.

Alex kissed her slow, tasting salt and milk and pure surrender.

"Almost home," he whispered. "Then I’m going to ruin you completely."

Lena could only nod, body trembling, waiting for the palace where it would all finally break.

The carriage finally rolled through the massive palace gates, guards snapping to attention but stealing glances at the half-naked woman straddled on Alex’s lap. Lena’s blue dress was a wreck—bodice pulled low, massive tits exposed and leaking, skirt rucked up around her waist, white panties twisted to the side and soaked through. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, lips swollen from bites and kisses, body trembling like a leaf in his hands.

Alex kept rocking her slow, the head of his cock just nudging her entrance, never deeper, her pussy clenching around nothing but air and need. The guards’ eyes widened, some shifting uncomfortably in their armor, others whispering as the carriage passed.

"Aaahhh... Lena... feel their eyes on you?" he whispered against her neck, licking a fresh tear. "You’re the hero’s new whore now. Let them see how desperate you are."

Lena sobbed, nodding, her hips twitching helplessly. "Yes... yes, my lord... let them see..."

The carriage stopped in the inner courtyard. Servants hurried forward but froze when they saw Lena—tits heaving, milk dripping onto Alex’s robe, thighs spread wide over his lap.

Alex stood with her still wrapped around him, legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck. He carried her like that through the grand halls, cock still half-hard and pressing against her through the robe, her bare ass flashing with every step.

Maids gasped and covered their mouths. Nobles paused in conversation, eyes wide. One old lord dropped his wine goblet; his wife bit her lip and pressed her thighs together.

"Aaahhh... feel that, Lena?" Alex murmured, bouncing her slightly with each step, letting the friction tease her clit. "The whole palace is watching Tomas’s wife get carried to the breeder’s bed like a prize."

Lena buried her face in his neck, sobbing softly. "Yes... they’re all seeing... seeing what you do to me..."

A young guard flushed red, adjusting his trousers as they passed.

Alex laughed low. "Keep crying, beautiful. It’s turning me on even more."

They reached his private chambers—a massive suite with velvet curtains, a bed big enough for ten, and mirrors on every wall. He kicked the door shut and carried her straight to the bed, dumping her onto the silk sheets.

She bounced once, tits jiggling, legs splayed wide, panties dark and twisted.

Alex stripped his robe in one motion, cock springing free, thick and veined, head already slick with her juices.

Lena stared, mouth open, tears still falling.

He crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

"Tell me, Lena," he growled, free hand ripping her panties clean off with a sharp tear. "What would Tomas say if he saw you now—legs spread, tits leaking, pussy dripping for another man’s cock?"

She whimpered, arching up. "He’d... he’d cry... he’d know he never made me this wet..."

Alex rubbed the head along her soaked slit, teasing, not entering.

"Aaahhh... that’s right... his little thing never stretched this pretty pussy, did it?"

"Never... please... put it in..."

Alex rubbed the head along her soaked slit, teasing, not entering. "Aaahhh... that’s right... his little thing never stretched this pretty pussy, did it?"

"Never... please... put it in..."

He pulled back just enough to deny her, the slick head leaving a shiny trail on her inner thigh. "Not yet, Lena. I want you burning for it."

His free hand moved to the bodice of her blue dress, already pulled low. He tugged it down further, slow and deliberate, the fabric catching on her heavy breasts before giving way. They spilled free completely, bouncing once, then settling high and full on her chest, skin creamy and veined faintly blue, dark areolas wide and puffy, nipples stiff and dark like ripe berries.

Milk beaded at both tips, thick white drops forming and rolling slow down the curves.

Alex groaned low.

"Aaahhh... look at these fucking tits... so full they’re leaking without even being touched properly."