I gripped Rúna’s waist, my cock throbbing with anticipation, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mind raced with dark, filthy thoughts, and before I could stop myself, I rubbed the thick crown against Rúna’s swollen clit. She gasped sharply, her back arching off the stone bed. "Aaah...!"
"You like that, don’t you, Rúna?" I growled, my voice rough and thick with lust as I dragged my cock up and down her slick slit, teasing her tight entrance.
The words spilled out before I could think—modern, dirty, unfiltered—but the way Rúna’s body reacted told everything. "You like feeling my big cock right here, ready to split you open and fill you up?"
Fuck. I’d forgotten for a second that I wasn’t in the modern world anymore. But the way Rúna’s breath hitched, the way her hips bucked up to et my strokes, told she didn’t care. She was dripping for it.
I glanced at Irene and Astrid, their expressions a mix of shock and raw, hungry desire. Both of them were biting their lips so hard I thought they might draw blood.
"Y-yes!" Rúna whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Welheim... my pussy—it suddenly started itching..."
Irene’s voice was husky, her fingers twitching at her sides. "Welheim..." she breathed, her eyes dark with curiosity. "How did you learn to talk like that? It’s so... so dirty."
I blinked, feigning innocence as I looked between them. "I don’t know, Aunt..." I murmured, my voice soft, almost confused. "I just wanted to say sothing to Rúna... to make her feel good. But then I just... said it." I hesitated, my cock still pressed against Rúna’s dripping slit. "Is it... wrong?"
Irene’s breath hitched, her gaze flicking between my face and my cock. "I.... I don’t know..." she admitted, her voice unsteady. But her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and when I let my gaze drop lower, I noticed the way her leaf skirt clung to her thighs—dark with her arousal.
Astrid was no better. Her fingers were clenched into fists, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she watched her daughter writhe beneath . The air was thick with the scent of three aroused won, and it was driving wild.
Irene suddenly grabbed my cock, her voice firm. "Welheim... don’t tease her too much." She spread Rúna’s pussy lips with her free hand, positioning my cock at her tight entrance. "Now... push slowly."
I sighed, the anticipation almost unbearable. Finally, a virgin pussy—and it’s all mine.
I pushed forward.
Rúna scread as the thick head of my cock breached her, "Aaaaaaaaaah! It’s too big! Aaaaaah!" Her walls clenched around , so tight it was almost painful.
"Fuck... Rúna, you’re so tight," I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips. "Relax... let in..."
Irene chuckled darkly. "Haa... Sister Astrid, look at her. She’s taking him like a good girl now, isn’t she?"
Astrid’s breath ca in ragged gasps, her eyes glued to the place where my cock was disappearing into her daughter’s tight, virgin pussy. "Y-yes..." she stuttered, her own thighs pressing together, as if she could ease the aching need building inside her just by squeezing them tight.
I pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, this ti sinking another inch into Rúna’s dripping heat. "Oh gods! It’s so deep!" Rúna cried, her nails raking down my arms.
"You can take it," I growled, my voice rough with lust. "You were made for this cock, Rúna. Every inch of it."
I pulled back just enough to let Rúna feel the loss of , then slamd back in with a brutal, relentless thrust. "Oh FUCK! It’s SO DEEP!" Rúna scread, her nails raking down my arms, her body writhing beneath like a woman possessed. Her pussy clenched around so tightly I could feel every ridge, every flutter of her inner walls as they struggled to accommodate my size.
The mont my cock tore through Rúna’s virginity, the air itself seed to crackle with raw, primal energy. A sharp, piercing scream ripped from her throat—"AAAAAAAAH! IT’S—IT’S TEARING OPEN! "—her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The resistance of her hyn gave way with a wet, obscene rip, and I felt the heat of her blood mixing with her arousal as it trickled down my cock.
"Fuck—" I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily as her tight, virgin walls clenched around like a vice, her body shuddering beneath . The sight of her stretched open, her innocence ruined by my cock, sent a jolt of dark satisfaction through .
Irene’s laughter was low, triumphant, her voice dripping with filthy pride. "Look at that, Sister Astrid!" she purred, her fingers still buried inside herself as she watched Rúna’s deflowering. "Your daughter has beco Welheim’s woman. Congratulations."
Astrid’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock, arousal, and sothing darker—pride?—as she watched her daughter whimper beneath . "Y-yes..." Astrid stuttered, her voice trembling, but her gaze locked on where my cock was buried inside Rúna. "She’s... she’s his woman now..."
"Aaaaaah—! FUCK! Mom—! MOM! " Rúna cried, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails drawing blood. "He’s SO DEEP! —I can FEEL HIM in my STOMACH! — AAAAAAH! —It’s TOO MUCH! —But I DON’T WANT HIM TO STOP! "
I pulled back slightly, my cock glistening with Rúna’s arousal, before pushing in again—this ti sinking another inch into her dripping heat. "Oh gods! It’s so deep!" Rúna cried, her nails raking down my arms, her body trembling beneath .
"You can take it," I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers digging into her hips. "You were made for this cock, Rúna. Every. Fucking. Inch of it."
My free hand slid down between her legs, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I rubbed it in slow, teasing circles, feeling her body tense beneath . Then, without warning, I slamd my cock deep inside her—all the way to the hilt—and at the sa ti, pinched her clit hard between my fingers.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! It’s too deep! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah—!" Rúna scread, her back arching off the stone bed, her body convulsing as I broke through the last of her resistance.
A thin trickle of blood dripped from her stretched pussy, mixing with her arousal, and I groaned at the sight—fucking perfect.
I pulled back just enough to let her feel the loss, then ramd my cock back in with a sharp, brutal thrust. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the hut—"Phht!"—and I heard the soft, desperate moans from both Irene and Astrid.
"Hmm... Welheim..." Irene whimpered, her fingers twitching at her sides, her own thighs slick with arousal.
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