"Ngh! Ngh! Nghah-...!"
The room was inundated with the sound of clapping skin, the man's groans following each one as he drove his cock into Wendy from behind in rapid swings of his hips.
He had tried to pace himself, savor the fact that Wendy was so wet and eager tha she could take him balls-deep inside of her now, but the task proved impossible when she made an effort to throw herself back to meet his thrusts each time, forcing him to match her.
He grit his teeth into dust, Wendy's tight pussy gripping him for everything he was worth. His leaden balls would swing up and slap into her clit in rhythmic smacks, piling on to the overwhelming pleasure Wendy was subjected to by this man dominating her small body.
She was feeling better than she ever thought was possible. Whenever she healed herself using magic, she always felt more energized and refreshed, as if getting up from the most satisfying night of sleep, completely free of ailments. But now it manifested not only in her energy and stamina, but also in her utter need to get fucked. It was strange, almost like an aphrodisiac, some kind of biological necessity to be filled.
"Yes! Ahn! Oh, yes, like that, mister! It feels so good!"
Between her laborious panting and her whines, Wendy would beg. Despite the fact that she felt him battering into her so deep it felt like she was being broken in, Wendy needed more, much more than what he was giving her.
The stranger could only obey.
He gave an affirmative grunt as he kept pounding away at Wendy. His hands groped and pinched at her sides, relishing at her young curves. For such a shortstack, Wendy had a remarkable figure, the flair of her hips perfect for him to appreciate with his hands as it took the brunt of his thrusts.
Sweaty flew off their colliding skin as much as the minutes did, time dictated only by the metronome of their rough coupling, by the climaxes that squirted out of Wendy so often they almost became commonplace.
By her third climax, the stranger was at his limit. His hands gripped her hips now as he focused his vision on how his massive manmeat sunk into her over and over and over, focused on her skin gleaming in the lamplight in a sheen of sweat and giving rippling echoes up to her lower back every time he would crash his groin into her tight ass.
With a grun, the stranger hoisted a leg off the floor, planting his foot onto the mattress. The angle allowed him more leverage to give Wendy his all. He tightened his grip and drove into her in a flurry of thrusts that left Wendy squealing.
"YES! HARDER MISTER, PLEASE FUCK-...AHN! YESSHH...!"
Wendy came again in the middle of the furious onslaught, the waves that crashed into her nerves making her pussy coil up tighter around him. It only took a few more strokes before the stranger tumbled over the edge with her.
He felt his breath stop. Knowing the inevitable, he clenched down hard, focusing every ounce of his energy into his pelvic muscles. He felt his own tide crash against the temporary wall with so much force that his vision wavered in a pulsating haze.
He refocused his grip, his thumbs pressing down and digging into the small of Wendy's back. He swung his other leg onto the bed, both knees sinking into the sheets, all of his muscles tensing up-
"...! FUCK!"
The merchant couldn't hold it back any longer. Throwing his head back, he relinquished control, letting his mind and body get swept away in the deluge of semen that erupted out of him. It was an unending torrent of spunk, splattering into the back of Wendy's young womb and joining his previous creampie to churn into a thick pool of seed.
A series of his moans shot out towards the ceiling, his balls pulsing with every passing second his orgasm lasted.
Wendy tightened herself up around him, coaxing out as much as he could give her. She trembled in delight, feeling her womb coated in his release alongside the rest of her inner walls. There was so much from this load alone that it began to dribble out of her, leaving sticky trails on her legs as cum raced down and soaked into her thigh-high socks.
When it ended, tapering out with the stranger's shaft giving a few more idle pulses, Wendy was quick to remind him that this was just beginning.
A groan was forced out of him as he felt Wendy push herself back onto his crotch.
He brought his head down, feeling her do it again, and again. His hand reached out to palm her ass. The sight of her peachy cheeks sliding to meet him, sticky white strings pulling apart and breaking between their skin, it was enough to rouse him to full mast within seconds.
"More...please, mister, I need more..." Wendy's voice drifted up to him, making his gaze drift over to her face. She was still supporting herself on her arms, her face flushed with pink. Her eyes were at husky and dark with the horniest look he'd seen from her yet. He felt her cunt give him a clench. "Fuck me more!"
The stranger pulled back his hips, throwing them forward with enough force to make Wendy shove forward on the bed. She let out a pleased whine at his response. He let himself stay parked inside her like that for the next couple moments, pulsing in her baby pocket as a predatory grin tugged the corners of his mouth. His hands slid up her naked back.
"You want more of my cum, Wendy?"
"Yes...!" she whined, pursing her lips as his cock stirred her up in little swirls of his hips, teasing her, working her up. "Please fill me...I still feel so hot...!"
He pulled back a few inches before he gave Wendy another hard thrust. She squealed, her breaths shuddering. More cum from his last creampie leaked out onto the sheets.
"Your body wants a baby, Wendy..." the man said, slipping a hand around her and cupping her belly. She was so small that his fingers covered it as he gave it teasing pinches, rubbing at her womb. He pulled out another few inches, and gave her another teasing thrust. "You feel that cum in your womb? You feel how much your egg wants to be fertilized with it? Covered in more cum so you can be a mother?"
Wendy let out a whine, her breathy shaky. The stranger was right. That was why she felt this way, why her healing magic had made her so needy. Maybe it was why she was so jealous of Chelia too. She was finally at that age where she was sexually mature, ripe to be fucked like the young woman she was. Her body ached to be filled with cum, to carry on her bloodline since nobody else could.
She was a woman out of time, and on some deep primal level, her body needed to ensure Wendy didn't waste her precious young eggs.
"...yes!" she said, wiggling her hips, wanting so desperately for him to just start moving again, to start filling her. She felt as if her body was screaming for it, to be filled with more cum, to be treated not like a little girl, but a woman. Nobody else saw her as one, but she knew what she was. The stranger knew what she was too. "P-Please give me a baby, mister. That's why I feel this way, my healing magic reminded my body...I need to be bred. I-I can't explain it, I just-"
The stranger gave her a hard thrust, and Wendy squealed, already so worked up and mad with lust that she was shoved almost to the brink all over again. He gave her womb another pinch, his fingers raking against her belly. She shivered under his thrall.
"It's okay, Wendy. You don't need to explain anything, I already know you-" he gave another thrust, and then another, and another, each word highlighted with a clap of her skin. "-so well...you just be a good girl and take every drop," the stranger leaned forward, loving how Wendy was just shaking with horniness, her insides begging for him in how they pulsated against his swollen meat. He brought a hand to support himself on the wall in front of him, the other grabbing her cheek and turning her face to the side to look at him. She looked like she was about to cry, her tongue poking out of her lips. "-can you do that for me, Wendy? Can you be a good girl and take me?"
"Yes!" Wendy said, her hips shaking as her soppy cunt squeezed around him again. Her eyes could barely stay open. "Yes, mister please I'll be a good girl for you, I-I want your babies!"
The stranger moaned. He could scarcely believe he'd gotten Wendy to say that. She looked up at him with those tear-sodden eyes, and he felt her hips grind into him again. Shivering and panting like this on all fours, Wendy really looked like some bitch in heat.
He could feel the weeks' worth of repression pulse against the bottom of his lungs as he let out an infernal huff through his nostrils. He was going to snap completely, to let go and use Wendy until she was nothing but a sticky pile of fuckmeat resembling a little girl. The throb that ran through him was so vicious that he let out another moan into her face.
He pulled back one last time before snapping his hips forward in a succession of five rapid bucks. Wendy's eyes rolled up, her face contorted into a bestial and whorish look.
He grit his teeth, spitting his words through them as he felt the very last semblance of control that he possessed begin to slip. He slid the hand at her face up to her head, fingers digging into her scalp and yanking Wendy up to keep looking at him. She whined, and he felt her insides clench at the move.
Even the pain he inflicted was turning into pleasure for this little slut.
"Last. Chance," he said, his breaths hissing out harder, his cock pulsing. "If you're a good girl for me, that means you'll take everything from me. Do you think you can handle that?" he pulled at her head harder, and tears squeezed out of her eyes. "Do you, Wendy? A grown man tearing you apart, filling you with his kids. Do you really think you can take it?"
To his shock, Wendy's eyes opened and she met him with a defiant glare.
"You said you knew me, mister," she said, her brow furrowed as she brought her hips back again with a hard thrust that made the stranger bite back his own whine. "I'm a guild member of Lamia Scale. I've fought with my friends in Fairy Tail. I-I'm not some little girl anymore, and I've taken much worse. So give me everything like you promised. I hate being treated like I'm something that's going to break. I'll prove to you I can take it, so please just take me...!"
She looked up at him with those wet eyes, brown pupils shimmering with as much frustrated defiance as much as it did with lust. She had just been a virgin a couple hours ago, so of course she would take every word he'd said at face value. Just like with everything else she did, Wendy was willing to dedicate everything she had to take on everything he had to give her.
She wasn't a girl wanting to be broken, but for his sake, she was willing to see him try.
His heart pounded faster and faster, the words processing inside him and pushing him over the edge. With a hungry grunt he made their faces collide, their tongues entangling in hungry sucks. His hips began to move. He swallowed all of Wendy's initial groans as they made out over her shoulder, spittle dribbling between their chins.
Then, tearing her face off his, the stranger reared himself back onto his knees.
He felt all the monstrous lust inside him that had been baying, gnashing at its teeth for release all night, and now he let it break free from its chains. Weeks' worth of his lust was going to be inflicted upon this girl and he wasn't going to stop even if she passed out.
His hands shot out to Wendy's shoulders, and without wasting another moment, the stranger began to fuck the life out of her.
"...!"
Wendy came within seconds as the stranger's manmeat reamed her harder than he had any other time during the night. His huge hands gripping her shoulders pulled her body into his savage thrusts. Her fingers tore into the sheets to try and ground her in place.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The metronome of their rhythmic skin clapping exploded into a dissonant cacophony, his thrusts so rough that Wendy's ass and the back of her thighs turned red.
The stranger didn't slow his pace or alternate it in any way. His muscles bristled as his energy was all focused into pounding Wendy for all he was worth. In and in and in and in, his massive cock split her walls open, scraping out all the cum that he had laid in to fill her up with.
Faster and faster, the stranger's hips cycled like a dynamo. He pulled at her shoulders harder when he saw her arms buckle and give way, holding up Wendy's body and upholding the perfect angle for him to batter his cockhead against her cervix. He was seeing red, looking at Wendy's petit body not as a perfect treat for him to worship but as a hot and wet sleeve to cram full of his adult cock.
"GRAHHHHHH!"
His hips jackhammered in a final breathtaking chain of thrusts before the stranger yelled in climax, letting out a searing salvo of baby batter with his twitching crown lodged right against Wendy's womb.
"ANCH-...!" Wendy's eyes rolled up into her skull as she felt it all, every single rope of his nut that coated her inner walls, striking her womb with such pressure and volume her breaths came out as hiccups. "M-MORE! MIST- AAHHHH!"
Pain seared through her scalp and Wendy was ripped up from the bedsheets. The next she knew, the man's mouth smashed into hers, and she kept squealing against the slick gag of his tongue burrowing down into her throat. The man had pulled her by her twintails, and as they made out during his climax, he wrapped her hair around his wrists, keeping a firm hold on them with securing fists.
After the final shots of his orgasm subsided, the stranger wrenched his mouth off of Wendy's, leaving her out of breath and struggling to find her bearings as he gave her a harsh shove. Before Wendy could catch herself, pain seared through her scalp again when the stranger caught her with the reins of her hair. Not a moment later, and he was pounding his cock inside of her.
"Aungh! Yes, take it you tiny slut, take my cock like a good girl!"
"I'M A GOOD GIRL! M-MISTER, PLEASE, I OHHH-...!"
Wendy was never able to finish any of her words before the stranger's hips would turn her mind into a pile of useless mush. She felt her umpteenth orgasm rip her nerves asunder, her head and the upper half of her body falling forward but unable to do so, held back by the stranger's hold on her hair. She continued getting fucked like that, a glorified ragdoll, her arms cloying for nothing as they hung in the air, her head craning back.
The stranger huffed, pure lust coursing through his veins, sizzling and popping like bile. He watched as sweat formed and rushed down the curve of Wendy's spine in streaming lines. Splatters of cum from the churn of his plunging cock had gotten so messy that bubbling dollops had found their way onto the small of her back, bunching up in viscous little pools of white.
Breed, breed, breed. That was the perogative that echoed in his mind, over and over. Wendy's young body felt as good as it did when he'd just stretched her out, all tight and eager and wet and hot, as addicting as the sight of it swallowing him whole. He wondered how much cum was in her womb now, how much of his sperm teemed around her egg, broaching its walls to fertili-
"NnnghgGHAHHHH!"
He couldn't even complete any of his thoughts without feeling his inner lust begging for release, begging for him to not waste a single second imagining anything when this young girl was right here on a silver platter for him to breed.
He pulled on Wendy's head harder, unsatisfied with how much leeway he'd given her. Their thighs were parallel with each other, sharing in the messy spill of sweat and cum that streaked between them. He pulled at her hair all the way when he came close again, yanking Wendy up so hard that her shoulders touched the bottom of his chest.
His cock stuffed itself inside her at a new angle, its trajectory striking her at a slight upwards slant. It made Wendy wail, her head trying to shake side to side at how intense it was; it felt as if his cock was trying to batter its way *out* of her. If Wendy had the strength, she could have seen the subtle bulge that poked out of her belly every time the stranger pounded her.
A hand that pulled at her hair let go and instead wrapped around her neck. He didn't squeeze it, but the bulge that bobbed in her throat was pressed flat against his palm, making it hard to breathe and swallow.
His face dove into her nape, slurping up her sweat, his grunts flush against her skin. Even in such an animalistic state, the stranger wanted to taste her, devour her whole. His other hand brought itself down the front of her body, compelling Wendy to reach up with her thin arms and cling to the back of the stranger's neck, hanging on for dear life.
For the next cycle of thrusts, the stranger groped Wendy up and down her front, pinching and rubbing at her tiny nipples, squeezing at the breedable little bulge of her belly.
Wenry's breaths came up short and choked, struggling against the hold of his fingers around her throat as much as the manmeat that jammed itself inside her.
"I wanted to do this to you since I saw you on that stage, Wendy," the stranger growled. His words, already so filthy and thrilling to her, wer punctuated by the increased power of his hard fucking. Wendy barely had it in her to gasp for breath, much less moan in response. "Seeing you dance and angh! -sing in your tiny dress, trying to look all grungh! innocent. But on the inside I knew you were just a teen slut like the rest of them. Don't hide behind the fact that you're all babyfaced and ah! -petite, you little fucking slut, you can't hide these hips. You're a woman ready to be filled with babies, isn't that right, Wendy?! ANSWER ME YOU SLUT!"
"Y-YESHHH!" Wendy somehow summoned the strength to answer, her tongue hanging out, just the whites of her eyes visible. Her words were wheezed out of her, breathless and raspy, barely any breath available to support them. "I'M A SCHLUT AHN! -I'M A GOOD GIRL I'M A WOMAN GIB ME YOUR BABY, MISHT- ...! BREED ME, BREED ME, MISHTAH BABY GIB ME Y- ANNCCHGGH-...!"
What words Wendy squealed out were already barely comprehensible, but what followed as she tried her best to satisfy the stranger's demand for an answer was just gibberish, a stream of consciousness from a fucked-out mind on the vestiges of unconsciousness.
The stranger granted her the mercy of shutting her up when he let her fall forward at arm's length, holding her up with the hand around her neck before his other hand joined it, fingers interlacing. Wendy's throat bulged out against his grip,her neck so thin it seemed barely as big as one of his wrists.
With that, the stranger cut loose entirely, his prick pistoning in and and in, cum and Wendy's squirt spattering in a sticky mess against their skin. Wendy's tongue hang out, useless, her face a parody of a girl's visage, but instead was the picture-perfect representation of young breeding stock. She squeezed and squeezed herself around his girth, wanting more even when she couldn't even say a word as she choked so hard that she saw the edges of her vision turning black. She felt the stranger's thrusts somehow turn faster, and she endured, holding on as her vision kept disappearing, hazy with a lack of oxygen. Her face was beginning to turn pale, the hands around her thin neck so tight that blue began to seep in too.
The stranger came. The hot sensation of his seed blossomed within her cum-stuffed womb. In the same moment, the hands let go of her neck, letting Wendy fall forward on the bed. She gasped a huge wheeze of air, her vision returning as she gulped in inhale after inhale. Once again, she instinctively felt the air flow through her muscles and her veins too, magic imbued into each inhale so it restored her vitality in more ways than just filling her lungs.
The stranger didn't notice, not when he was cumming so hard that his gruff voice took on a higher pitch, shuddering with every intense blast he planted inside her.
He'd lost count of how many times he'd cum already, but even so his cock stayed hard, plugging Wendy's hole, forcing the cum that tried to spew out of it to squeeze out in bubbling wads that made unflattering splurting noises before they spilled down onto the sheets in an endless cascade of white strings.
Still, even the stranger could feel the tole all this sex was having on him, his chest heaving for air. He kneeled there, deciding his next course of action when he felt Wendy's hand against his wrist.
He looked up at her, and her eye looked over her shoulder. It still swirled dark with desire, still wide and wet with anguished tears.
His chest clenched at her soft voice, drifting up to him in a soft and lilting plead:
"More..."
Her hand wrapped around his wrist.
With a growl, the stranger shook her off. Even if he was reaching the point where he needed a break, a change of pace, Wendy's insatiable young lust was dangerous in how much it provoked his own. His other hand flew forward too, both of them gripping Wendy's wrists and pulling them behind her head.
He bundled them up with his dominant hand before he grabbed onto her hip, forcing her onto her side as he joined her on his. With Wendy's arms stretched over her shoulder and both of them resting on their sides, the stranger granted her wish.
The angle didn't give much leverage for the deep, cervix-pounding breeding that he had given her earlier, but it was enough to make her cry out for him again, her toes curling in on themselves with every inward slide.
The stranger grunted, grateful for the position allowing him to rest his legs while being able to ream Wendy as much as he wanted. It was an inherently quieter and slower position, but her raw asscheeks still clapped against him in that filthy rhythm they'd grown addicted to.
He leaned forward, lavishing Wendy's exposed armpit with his tongue, the ticklish sensation making her lips purse. The hand at her hips slid forward and dove between her legs, finding her clit in an instant.
"Ah...! Mister, that's...you're so good, mister, you make me feel so good..."
Wendy's praise was her way of affirming him, letting him know that she loved every single fcuking thing he did to her even when her neck had welts from when he choked her. He groaned into her armpit, giving it a final lick, feeling Wendy's heels dig into his shins.
He came in a sudden shudder, withdrawing the hand from her clit and not even waiting for her climax first. They both shared in the quieter moment. There wasn't any yelling or loud grunts, just the sound of shuddering breaths, the bubbling squelch of cum bursting out between her thighs.
The stranger let go of her wrists, and Wendy didn't hesitate to reach for his hair. She turned her head over her shoulder, her tongue reaching out. He didn't hesitate to capture it with his own. Once more he was surprised at Wendy's enthusiasm. Even with that magic of hers she was still very evidently exhausted, but here she was, making out with him in hungry kisses intent on coaxing him to dominate her some more. Her hips joined in, rolling into his body, making him harder and harder, making his grunts compound and turn into long and needy groans.
Less than a minute later, and the stranger rolled Wendy over onto her front, their tongues ripped apart.
"You want to get fucked again so much, then you better take it all, Wendy!"
His fists grabbed onto her upper arms, one of them catching the red decorative ribbon still tied to her skin. He pinned her arms down against the sheets before his hips pulled back into the air and slammed down into Wendy's perky ass.
Her head lifted off the sheets as she let out a long moan, more of them following when he began rutting her all over again, a geyser of cum scraped out and stretched apart in webbing of sticky white with every harsh downward buck of his hips.
Not a word was exchanged in the next several minutes as the stranger reamed her in a prone bone position, flattening Wendy's petit body against the bed. Gravity pulled him down and gave a harsher impact to his downward thrusts, his girth splitting her apart with every clap.
Before long, their soft moans and groans of effort began to escalate along with the pace. Wendy came, tightening up so hard in this position the stranger had to slow down.
"N-No...! Don't stop, keep fucking me...! Ahn! PLEASE!"
Even amidst her climax, Wendy was begging, and it galvanized the stranger into powering through it, tunneling his spearing length inside of her harder.
Wanting to maximize the power of his pounds, the stranger's legs stretched out. His toes dug into the sheets and his knees locked. It gave his thrusts more leverage and more ample space for gravity to pull it down into Wendy faster. It wouldn't take long until the flattening power of his downward thrusts brought Wendy into another climax, her encouraging squeals turning into an elongated wail of bliss, her skin burning up in a searing explosion.
The man's arms were pillared around her head, and he felt her hair clips brushing against his forearms as she thrashed and shook her head, wailing out for him as his hips flew down into her so hard that each impact left a
visible indent on the mattress.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The full weight of his hard muscle pummeled into Wendy's soft curves, and all at once the stranger felt the pressure take hold of him again, making him lose all sense of pace or control as he careened into yet another climax.
"Gah...nnnnchh!"
The merchant let go, his full weight crushing Wendy into the bed as his seed shot out inside of her. He felt the sticky eruption of it all staining their connected skin, but most of his nut barreled into her womb, pooling in with the rest of his countless creampies.
His head buried itself against the back of Wendy's neck, and he breathed in her scent as he shivered, his raw nerves feeling the madness of the last hour or so of consecutive climaxes catching up to him.
This time, the stranger was the one who passed out.
Blue light flashed across the man's eyelids.
All of a sudden, he sucked in a breath, and he shot up from the bed.
He looked around him, trying to regain his bearings. The last thing he remembered, he was cumming inside of Wendy. And now...
He was alone in the bed, and a sense of shame ran through him when he realized he had passed out. After all that big talk earlier...maybe Wendy's perfect little body had gotten him a little too riled up.
He suddenly heard a giggle coming off to his side.
He turned his attention to it, only to feel his breath catch in his throat.
Wendy stood next to the bed, stark naked. The light of the room glowed warm against her skin, creamy and smooth despite the red marks of his bites, scratches, and handprints. She had let her hair down too, its length streamed down to her lower back, frizzy strands of it sticking out from all the abuse it had endured through at his hand. The only thing she kept on from her outfit were the ribbons bound at the upper portion of her arms.
He was bewitched at the sight of her. His eyes groped her curves, taking its time to make its way past her bulging little belly, the dip of her pelvis, following the trails of cum that stretched down to her calves and the adorable toes he was just seeing for the first time.
His mouth watered.
There was a period of silence as Wendy clasped her hands behind her, letting him drink in the sight of her, the ongoing fireworks outside illuminating her skin in subtle bursts of color.
Then, he let out a hiss, realizing that he was hard. Very hard. In fact, as he flexed his fingers and felt himself throb, the stranger realized his vitality in general felt sharper than ever.
He couldn't have been asleep that long...
He looked up again at Wendy as she went up to the room's circular dining table, her ass pressing against its edge as she leaned against it.
It must have been that healing magic of hers...
"Didn't you say you were going to try and break me, mister?"
The stranger gave her a look of disbelief before he chuckled at the uncharacteristic tease. This girl was trouble. She chewed her lip, but the way she did it gave away that she was still the shy girl he'd whisked away from the festival.
He swung his feet off the bed and onto the floor.
"We have all night, don't we?"
Wendy nodded, her eyes drawn to his rigid cock and how it throbbed for her.
"...w-we do."
He could feel the tension between them wound itself back up again. Gods above, he could smell her from here, her sweat, her sweet natural aroma. She was within arm's reach when he stopped, almost able to feel how hard her heart was beating.
His finger slipped beneath her chin, and he made Wendy's head tilt up to look at him. He ran a thumb against her bottom lip. Wendy's legs slid together, her breaths shivering.
"Sorry for letting you down like that earlier," he said as his other hand slipped behind her back. She let out a hot sigh when his cock pushed up against her belly. "You're just so gorgeous I lost control of myself."
Wendy pursed her lips shut lets a whimper slip past. She tried her best attempt at a smile as she took his hand and put it down. She shook her head.
"Mm mm. It's okay, mister. Just don't do it again," her arms reached up for him, her lips falling open, drawn to his, their exhales slipping against one another. "...I still want to show you I can take it."
Wendy had already proven that to him, but as their mouths and arms entangled in a hot embrace, the stranger knew that they both still had plenty more to give.
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