Chapter 647: Freya’s Cravings
I let out a shuddering breath, my cock twitching again, another thick string of precum dripping down. "It was torture. Every ti she’d brush against , every ti she’d whisper in my ear about how tight she was, how wet she’d be for ... I could sll her. I could taste her on my lips from when she kissed . But she never let
have her."
My hips bucked involuntarily, my cock bobbing in the air, the tip weeping with need. "And now... now I’m tied up, and my cock hurts. It’s throbbing, Sister Freya. It’s so fucking hard it aches. I need—"
I let my body tremble, my breath hitching as I forced my voice into a terrified whimper. "P-Please, Sister Freya..." My cock twitched violently in the air, another thick bead of preco dripping down my cock, the wetness pooling on my abs.
"D-Don’t ask Emily..." My voice cracked, my eyes welling up with fake tears as I let my lower lip quiver. "If she refuses to take my cock... I—I can’t..."
A choked sob escaped , my body shuddering as I let my desperation show. "I’ll die, Sister Freya. I need it. I need to be inside her—fucking her, filling her up until she’s dripping with my cum."
Her eyes flared, her thoughts racing: [Oh fuck... He’s really a virgin. And he’s this big? God, I want to see how long he lasts. I want to feel him pulse inside , feel him swell when he cums, feel his hot seed flooding my cunt while my body milks him dry.]
[If Emily doesn’t take care of him... I will. I’ll fuck him so hard he won’t rember his own na. I’ll make him addicted to this—to . To the way my pregnant body feels around him, the way I can take every inch of him and still beg for more.]
[I want him to cum inside . I want to feel him breed , even though I already am. I want him to lose control, to ruin , to fill
up until I’m dripping with him.]
Her hand finally brushed against my cock, her fingers wrapping around the base, her touch searing. She stroked upward, slow, deliberate, her thumb swiping through the preco before bringing it to her lips, tasting
with a low, needy moan.
My voice cut off with a choked gasp as Freya’s fingers finally brushed against my cock, her touch searing like a brand. Her hand wrapped around the base, her grip firm and possessive, her fingers barely able to et around my thickness.
A broken, needy moan tore from my throat, my hips jerking upward involuntarily, desperate for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her.
I forced my expression into a mix of shock and shy hesitation, my cheeks flushing as I let my voice tremble. "S-Sister Freya—! W-What are you—? D-Don’t—aaaah—!" My cock pulsed in her grip, another thick bead of preco welling up at the tip, dripping down her fingers. The wet sound of her stroking
filled the air, obscene and maddening.
Freya’s thoughts slamd into my mind, raw and hungry: [Oh my God... Emily has been teasing him this whole ti... bullying him until he’s trembling with need. Look at that face—so innocent, so desperate. I want to see him beg
to let him cum. I want to hear him whimper my na while I ruin him.]
[Such a treasure. Emily can’t have him all to herself...]
[And my pussy...] Her breath hitched, her thoughts turning filthy.
[Since I got pregnant, it’s been itching so badly—swollen, sensitive, aching for sothing thicker than my fingers. His cock... God, his cock would erase every last bit of it. I bet he’d stretch
so good, fill
up until I scream—]
Freya gulped, her grip tightening around my cock, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip. Her free hand pressed against my chest, pinning
down as she leaned in, her heavy, pregnant breasts brushing against my skin. The heat of her body was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal—musky, sweet, fertile—filling my lungs until I could barely think.
She brought a finger to my lips, pressing gently. "Shhh..."
Her voice was a low purr, her thumb swiping through the precum before bringing it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste . "You need a cunt to sink that big, virgin cock into. You need to fuck until you can’t think straight."
Her other hand drifted to her own body, fingers tracing the swell of her pregnant belly before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her robe. "Emily’s been cruel, hasn’t she? Making you wait, making you beg..." Her eyes darkened, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
"But I’m not like my sister, Jack. I don’t like to tease." Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, and I heard the wet sound of her touching herself, her breath hitching. "I like to take what I want."
She leaned in closer, her heavy breasts pressing against my thigh, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. "And right now, Jack..." Her voice was a husky whisper, her breath hot against my ear.
Freya’s fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "I want to feel that virgin cock stretching
open, Jack." Her voice was a dark purr, thick with lust.
"I want to ride you until you flood
with that cum you’ve been saving up. I want to milk you dry..." Her grip stroked upward, slow and deliberate, making my cock jolt in her hand. "I want to feel you pulse inside
while I scream your na."
Her other hand drifted to her swollen belly, tracing the curve before sliding lower, her fingers teasing the hem of her robe. The scent of her arousal—heavy, musky, fertile—filled the air, mixing with the desperate, salty tang of my own need. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and predatory.
"You want that, don’t you, Jack?" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"To feel how a pregnant woman’s pussy feels around your cock..." Her fingers squeezed the base of my cock, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside. "How tight I’d be... how wet... how my body would clamp around you, milking you until you’re empty."
My cock throbbed violently in her grip, preco dripping in thick, obscene strings onto my abs. Freya let out a low, amused chuckle, her fingers stroking upward again. "Looks like you agree."
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