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"Huh...."
The man's lips covered hers, and his thick tongue dug inside, slurping. Meanwhile, the man's hands were groping her thighs.
"Wearing a weapon in front of a child? It's extremely dangerous."
Clang. Thud. The holsters that had been tied to both thighs were released one by one and thrown across the room.
"I guess I'll have to search this too."
"Ugh... ."
Grace stiffened as a thick finger suddenly pushed inside her.
"Ugh... There, ah, there's nothing, hidden... Please..."
Long fingers stirred the flesh as if searching for a hidden weapon. As if that wasn't enough, another finger entered and spread the tightly tightening flesh as if cutting with scissors, and poked the heated inner wall with the tip of a finger. The lower body responded willingly to the familiar touch and got wet.
"Ahh... That, that's enough... ."
As the squelching sound began, Grace held the man's shoulders tightly with both hands and trembled all over. It was a body that had not been touched since giving birth. I thought it had become numb, but I was surprised to feel it was much more sensitive than before.
"Ah, ahh... Just a little more...."
As her body heated up, the content of her begging changed in an instant. She was so drunk on pleasure that she forgot her shame and unconsciously followed the man's finger, tightening and loosening her inner walls, and even shaking her buttocks. Just against the finger. She even wished that this lowly search would never end.
"Haa... Yeah, there... ."
As the pokes and prods of his hands became more persistent, Grace couldn't come to her senses and started shaking her hips. Her curled toes slid across the seat, and her lower back, which the man was supporting with his large hands, began to tremble slightly.
"omg!"
My breath caught in my throat as my fingers roughly touched the hot spot. It was the moment when I finally saw the pure white light of heaven before my eyes.
"It's empty, just like you said."
The fingers slipped out, and at the same time, Grace fell back to reality so vainly.
"this...."
The man asked, wiping his wet fingers with a handkerchief.
"Your face is empty and hollow."
Grace couldn't refute, so she turned her head away, covering her flushed face with the sleeve of her coat.
"It has always been my job to fill your empty body."
Then he untied the waistband of his trench coat and opened the cloth covering Grace's body as if he were unwrapping a chocolate bar. She suddenly came to her senses when she heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone between her legs.
"no."
She quickly stopped the man who was pulling out his copper-colored penis by opening the front of his pants and glaring to the side. Ellie was crawling beside her bedside with her back to the two of them.
"Are you crazy? Are we beasts?"
"Beasts! This isn't mating."
The man furrowed his brow as if in displeasure, then suddenly added with a slanted smile.
"It's a moving moment when a younger sibling is born."
Grace's heart sank.
"No... No, ah!"
As soon as I tried to run away, my ankles were grabbed. My legs, which I had been forcibly closing, were spread wide open, and the tip of my penis, the size of a baby's fist, was thrust into my vagina.
A long piece of flesh dug into my stomach, slowly and steadily. Eventually, the penis crawled all the way into my inner wall and lodged itself, its blunt tip touching the cervix.
"It's empty and lonely here too. Oh, of course it's me."
The man gently turned his waist as if caressing that place, then took Grace's hand away from her, who was resisting, and pressed her against the bed. Immediately, the waist-squeezing began, and the frictional heat heated up her entire body. In this way, his body went up and down to heaven countless times, but his mind fell into hell.
"Oh, oh, not inside. Please!"
"Grace."
The man put a ring on her left ring finger and whispered a chilling vow of love in her ear.
"I'll make sure that my child stays in your belly for the rest of your life. After you give birth, I'll make you pregnant again. You won't be able to run away with all those children."
He ran his hand over his flat stomach and smiled with delight.
"It would be worth watching if you brought it back up right after it was turned off."
In that way, the man raped her like an animal in front of the baby. He did not hesitate to do shameful and savage things like he had done when he had locked her in the torture chamber and let out his perverted desires. Grace held the baby so that she could not see the vulgar acts that were happening below her waist, but as she faced him, guilt and shame came over her.
"Ah, ahh!"
And the moment her body, accustomed to being extremely excited by those two emotions, lost control, the baby slipped out of Grace's arms and crawled to the edge of the bed.
"Ugh, Ellie! No!"
Just as Ellie was about to fall under the bed, the man reached out with one hand and grabbed the child.
"Huh-."
"It hurts when you fall. When you hurt, my heart hurts. So you have to be careful."
He picked up the child and began to rock her in his arms. While he was doing this, his lower back, which was rubbing Grace's vagina, did not stop for even a moment.
"Ah, ahhh!"
"Maa-."
"Good girl. Let Mommy go."
The man placed the baby next to Grace, who was exhausted. The baby immediately grabbed her mother's breast and put her stiff nipple in his mouth. The man, who had been watching the baby sucking with discontented eyes, sighed and muttered.
"It's a shame, but I guess the father will have to give in for the sake of his hungry daughter."
"Huh!"
"Maybe God created milk in two parts so that father and child can share it."
He grabbed one side of Grace's breast with an irreverent sound, rolling the overflowing flesh in his large hands around, and finally laughed.
"It will never return to its original size."
As soon as the man wetted her dry lips with the tip of his tongue, he lowered his head towards the nipple sticking out between his fingers as if attacking prey.
"Huh!"
He sucked deeply on the tip of her breast while greedily biting down to her areola. The moment Grace twisted her waist at the tingling sensation of her milk being sucked out, the perverted sound of a grown man swallowing milk echoed in his throat.
"Your milk will never dry up."
Because she sucked hard, her mouth fell off, but milk still flowed from her nipple. The man licked the wetness on the back of his hand, then bit her nipple again with his eyes sparkling with heat.
"Haa... Please, stop... ."
Grace, who was breastfeeding her daughter and groaning, may have been the most profane of all.
"Ahh... ."
The baby drank her fill of milk and fell into a deep sleep, using the cradle that was shaking violently as a cradle. Beside her daughter, Grace covered her mouth, shed tears, and shook her whole body.
Okay. I'm crazy good. I think I'm really crazy.
But for some reason, I wasn't satisfied. I felt the climax over and over again, but I didn't have the pleasure that used to make me a beast blinded by lust when I was with this man. It felt like the most important thing that made me feel that way was missing.
"Hey... this, ah, doesn't seem right... ."
"Grace, be quiet. The baby is waking up."
Even though she said something was strange, the man didn't stop. As always, she could only shake violently while being impaled by his thick and hard penis like a wedge. At that terribly familiar moment when the man suddenly thrust his shaft all the way into her vagina and stopped moving his waist, Grace, who had been lying there without any particular emotion, suddenly screamed.
"Ahhhh!"
As soon as the man ejaculated, her stomach swelled up in an instant.
This is ridiculous. This is a dream.
Grace closed her eyes tightly and opened them with a start. She brushed off the blanket and felt relieved. Her stomach was flat.
Yeah, it was a dream.
It should be so, but why? The man was still looking down at Grace. His turquoise eyes were filled with a displeased expression.
Turquoise?
Only then did Grace fully wake up and sigh as she hugged Ellie.
"Mom-."
"... ... ."
"Oh, Mom!"
Ellie kept calling Grace, changing the emphasis on the word "Mom," and then started to squirm in her arms, trying to get away.
"mom!"
Finally, when she reached the staccato technique, Grace slightly raised her head from her pillow and cast a sleepy glance at the clock on the nightstand. As always, Ellie was earlier than the alarm clock this morning.
"Let's sleep for 30 more minutes."
"But bread! Ellie bread!"
"Our princess, the bakery isn't open yet."
Still, I held Ellie, who was struggling and shouting 'Bang! Bbang!', and whispered 'Just 30 minutes' before closing my eyes.
"Mom is potential."
"You must be sleepy."
He always teased me for being greedy, but I guess he thought people who sleep a lot were called sleepies.
"Mom, stop sleeping-!"
In fact, sleep had already completely run away. So there was another reason why I couldn't wake up.