Chapter 127 - Competitive Sex [R18]

"Oy! You humped too fas—!"

Foel suddenly grabbed at MF's hair like a handle, inserting her thick rod onto the pseudo-deity's mouth. The tanomobi moved a little bit closer, trying to find an angle where she could shove more part of her rod down into MF's throat.

"How does it feel!? Drinking your own medicine!"

MF couldn't even muster to take any air. She didn't need to but the foreign sensation made her instinctively feel weaker as she grabbed it tight onto the bed sheet, letting her throat got brutally defiled.

Foel messed up her partner's throat for a while before unloading a huge amount of cum. She kept jousting while the climax happened, ensuring that all of her seed went down into the tunnel before finishing it with an even deeper thrust.

Slowly, the rod was unsheathed from the flesh scabbard. With disgusted expression, MF was forced to gulp all of them down, not wasting anything as she licked her lips with a frown. Although defeated, the Ouroboros didn't want to make her wife feel victory. 'Deepthroat is the third thing I hate now.'

Despite all of the effort trying to wear down the tanomobi. Foel was still in her max vigor.

"You're in the mood now, shall I take down the other mouth of yours as well~?" Foel hummed as she stood up with her rod still straight as ever.

The shadow of the magnum was bigger than MF's face. "I still won't change my mind! I'm not ready!"

Foel grin was unscathed, she then sat again on MF's belly. Before she gave the Ouroboros a chance to throw any tantrum, Foel sealed her mouth by smashing her lips onto her.

Their tongues wrapped around each other, rolling and slithering, mixing their saliva like a cocktail. MF unintentionally gulped from the pleasure, causing their mixed mouth juices to trickle down the throat. The tanomobi acted more aggressive as she steered MF's head by the passionate kiss alone.

A thread of saliva was stretched as Foel backed down, and eventually to her Meshia's crotch, seeping her tongue again to gain that cute yelp from her partner before putting her rod on top of the wet lower lips once again.

"Just do it quickly!" MF closed her eyes with both of her hands.

"Kekeke, thanks for the meal~!"

Not gently, not with consideration, but with primal lust where Foel rammed her hard cock in one go into the tight cave. A burning jolt ran through the whole body. Ended up grasping hard onto the bed sheet, MF bit her lower lips painstakingly to negate the stimulus from turning her expression into something else.

She then circulated the blood so that the tearing didn't become awkward, she then also enhanced the tissue of her inside because the monster was too far deep that it pushed her womb too deep while also expanding her inside into the shape of Foel's rod.

Foel leaned forward as MF tried to hide her flustered face again. "How did it feel, being savagely defiled for your first time~?"

"N-not the best time of my life!"

Foel started to move her hip. The rod was too large, it smashed with MF's womb nonstop and it doesn't help with the fact that Foel made sure that everything goes in with every thrust.

MF's sheepish and frustrated moans escaped through the whole brute humping session. Her breast jiggled uncontrollably. Her sweet yelp got distruped every time her inside was pierced. Before she knew it, Foel had fastened her pace, feeling that something would come out.

Still covering her eyes, she reached out her other hand to do a stop sign. "Guuuh~! Don't do it~! Inside~!"

MF had already calculated the average load of ejaculation that Foel had each time she got into climax. Estimatedly, it would be very unpleasant from her perspective.

Foel was having the best time of her life meanwhile, trying to uncover a foreign kind of pleasure with every thrust. She started to grasp at MF's waist, building up momentums for the climax.

"I'm coming~!"

"Idiot~!"

Foel dug deeper at the last motion, letting all the seed seeped inside. After taking out her rod from the cave of ecstasy, she spectated the thick white liquid being erupted like a magma into the bed sheet.

With the influence of the mysterious pill that she had consumed, Foel felt craving with every wave that she unloaded. Not stopping there, Foel grabbed one of her legs and kept thrusting and thrusting until she cummed again.

"Hueeeh~!?"

"Still not enough~!"

MF felt like this was the karma that was waiting for her. For another hour, she tried to survive, to sate the thirst of the beast inside her explosive partner.

Foel made sure to do all kinds of positions to mess MF silly—from the back, on the floor, standing with one leg up, on the edge of the bed, and even on the window where MF's boobs got pressed against the clear glass.

Some of the positions felt extremely good for the Ouroboros, especially the intimate one. Until after another set of hours she had enough and began to take the lead by dominating the session.

MF even her divinity of life and determination to keep up with her wife's ridiculous strength and stamina. Foel did the same by activating her divine artifact.

They ended up having a serious competitive battle of sex throughout the night. Even though the concealment formation was one of the highest tier, it couldn't withstand the explosive aura being released by both of them.

Primis was extremely curious but Tuli managed to stop her from coming to the suspicious room. The Ourarian was unsure on why the hellspawn blushed.

Certainly, it was a weird night for the residents of Domeniul Ceresc. Some began to start a rumor that a devil had infiltrated the Ouroboros' house and both of the prominent figures were fighting the devil in an enclosed space. Some speculated that both of them were meditating and their presence was so strong that it was felt by 50% of the residents within the Domeniul Ceresc.

Ain certainly didn't waste this opportunity to craft another folklore of the land to imbue the content of her sermon, utilizing his whole imagination to mix and match the truth of the spread rumor and added a divine aspect into it.

Another morning had arrived. MF had dispose the evil rod of her partner into nothing. The room was filled semen in every direction, and also all over their bodies. Both felt extremely exhausted, not even a life-saving pill and rejuvenating gush of energy could save the tired soul of the relentless piece of their broken pride.

MF and Foel were laying on the remains they knew as 'bed' lifelessly, staring into the ceiling with a huge revelation of what in the oblivion that they had done. Emptiness is the fitting word, when the huge amount of pleasure had finally reached its withdrawal.

Broken back, broken pelvis, obliterated bed, and temporally broken will to live for both of them.

"... This is the last time I'm going to give that body part to you…"

"I felt like I've uncovered the meaning of life." Foel reached one of her hands into the air before limping down like a dead body. "I've already taken three high tier healing pills but my back still aches, as if it was permanently built up by the fatigue metaphysically. Meshia, what did you do...?"

"I'll heal it later, I can't do it now. I've overclocked my reactor too much to the point it malfunctioned, I'm repairing it now..."

"I see…"

Traumatized, they decided to not have any sex for the next few weeks in the future.