landbeastnovel Chapter 607 - 606- Hiding the Treasure from Others to Fuck
Chapter 607 - 606- Hiding the Treasure from Others to Fuck
The wet, hot, continuous flow of her arousal running over his fingers, soaking through the panty, running down her inner thighs. Her body was producing the honest, comprehensive, uncontrolled response of a woman whose blood had been manipulated and whose cunt had been trained."Mmmph~— wait— they can see my leg—"
Her legs were visible. From the side. The thick, soft, pale flesh of her thigh, the dress bunched above it, the position obvious to anyone who happened to glance their way.
"Oh, they can," Viktor said.
He lifted both her legs.
Both of them — his arms hooking behind her knees, pulling her feet off the ground, her body suspended against his chest. Her legs were spread, her pussy completely at display, the white panty soaked, the hairy lips visible through the wet cotton.
She cried out.
"They can see—!"
His tail emerged.
From his back, under the armor, the thick, dark, demonic appendage sliding out with the patient, hungry awareness of something that had been waiting. It curled around his hip, between their bodies, and found her pussy.
The tail rubbed against her panty.
Sliding. Nudging. The warm, textured, vibrating tip pressing against the wet cotton, pushing the fabric into her cleft, the friction stimulating her clit through the material.
"You see," Viktor said, his voice conversational, "I cannot use my arm."
The tail pushed harder.
The vibration started.
Her pussy vibrated.
The low, constant, devastating hum of his tail against her cunt — the incubus power running through it, the resonance traveling through the fabric, through her lips, into her clit, into her walls.
She cussed.
Juices.
The flood — the wet, hot, gushing response of a body that had been vibrated and slapped and rubbed and was now producing fluid at a rate that soaked through the panty and ran down the tail and dripped onto the ground.
Her body went limp.
The particular, boneless, surrendered limpness of a woman whose nervous system had been overwhelmed and had decided to stop participating.
"Master," she whispered.
Viktor’s hand opened his zip.
The metal teeth parting, the fabric spreading, and his cock emerged. The thick, veined, twelve-inch length of it — fully hard, the head dark and swollen, the shaft slick with pre-cum. It pressed against her ass, the hot, blunt length of it sliding between her cheeks, finding the wet, panty-covered entrance of her pussy.
Dara’s hand found it.
Her own hand — trembling, desperate, the hand of a woman who had been given permission to act and was acting. She guided him. Her fingers wrapping around the head, positioning it, aiming it at her entrance, pulling the panty aside with her other hand.
"Please be gentle," she moaned. "Or I would cry."
He slammed.
PAH!
"OMPPPHHH~!!?!?!"
The sound she made was not a moan. Not a scream. The strangled, choked, completely overwhelmed sound of a woman who had just been penetrated to the root in one thrust and had lost the ability to produce coherent vocalizations.
Her body jolted.
The full, deep, impaling entry — twelve inches of thick, hard, incubus cock driving into her wet, swollen, hairy cunt, the walls stretching around him, the head hitting her cervix, the impact traveling through her entire frame.
He held her there.
Suspended. Her legs in his hands. Her back against his chest. Her pussy impaled on his cock. The camp twenty meters away — the fires, the voices, the soldiers eating and talking and living their lives, completely unaware that a woman was being fucked at the edge of the tree line.
He pulled out.
Slammed back in.
PAH!
"MMPH~!!"
Dara’s hand flew to her mouth.
Both hands — clapping over her lips, pressing hard, her fingers digging into her own cheeks. The sound that had been about to escape — the full-volume, involuntary scream of a woman being hit in the cervix — was muffled into a wet, strangled hum.
Viktor began to pound.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"Mmmph~!! Mmmph~!! Mmmmm~!!"
Each thrust drove the air from her lungs — the impact of his hips against her thick ass, the wet, fleshy collision of flesh on flesh, the sound of it carrying in the quiet forest. She bit down on her own hand, her teeth sinking into her palm, her eyes squeezed shut, tears running down her cheeks.
Twenty meters away, a soldier looked up.
"Did you hear something?" he asked.
"Probably an animal," another replied. "Forest is full of them."
The soldier shrugged.
Went back to his food.
Viktor fucked her harder.
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!
"Mmmph~!! Mmmph~!! MMMMM~!!"
Dara’s body shook. Her heavy tits — swollen, fucked-out, the nipples stiff through the dress — swayed with each thrust. The brown dress was bunched at her waist, her bare tits nearly exposed, the fabric barely containing them.
His tail found her anal.
The tip — wet from her pussy, slick with her juice — pressed against the tight, used rim of her ass and pushed inside.
"MMMMM~!!!"
The scream was fully muffled now — both hands pressed against her mouth, her body arching, her back bowing against his chest. The dual penetration — his cock in her cunt, his tail in her ass — filled her completely, the two pressures meeting inside her body, pressing against the thin wall between her channels.
His tail vibrated.
The low, constant hum that had made Naro squirt and scream now filled Dara’s anal, the resonance traveling through her walls, pressing against his cock through her flesh.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"Mmmph~!! Mmmph~!! Mmmmph~!!"
He held her legs up.
Both of them — the thick, soft, heavy thighs spread wide, her pussy and anal completely at display, the wet, obscene sight of her dual penetration visible to anyone who might walk to the edge of the camp.
No one did.
But the fear — the constant, gnawing, electric fear that someone might — made her body clench harder. Her cunt gripped him with the desperate, terrified, aroused strength of a woman who was being fucked in public and could not decide if she wanted to be caught or not.
"Someone—" she whispered through her fingers. "Someone will hear—"
"Then be quiet," Viktor said.
His mouth found her neck.
He kissed her — sucking the skin, biting, leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow. His hand released her leg, finding her tit, pulling it free of the dress, his fingers sinking into the swollen, heavy flesh.
He pulled out of her cunt.
The wet, body-clinging withdrawal — her walls trying to hold him, failing, releasing with a wet, sucking sound.
He turned her.
Pushed her forward.
Her hands found a tree trunk — her palms pressing against the bark, her back arched, her thick ass presented. Her cunt was dripping — the juice running down her thighs, the hair matted, the lips swollen and dark.
He entered her from behind.
PAH!
"MMPH~!!"
He pounded her against the tree — each thrust driving her forward, her hands scraping the bark, her heavy tits swinging beneath her, the dark nipples stiff and dragging against nothing.
His hand found her hair.
Pulled her head back.
His mouth found her ear.
"Have you bathed?" he whispered. "You look sweet."
The question was absurd. The context was absurd. The polite, conversational tone of a man asking about hygiene while pounding her cunt from behind was so absurd that Dara would have laughed if she were not currently being fucked against a tree at the edge of a military camp.
"S-sir—" she gasped. "I— yes— I bathed—"
"Good," he said.
He sucked her tit.
His mouth finding the stiff, dark nipple from the side, his lips closing around it, his tongue swirling. He sucked while he fucked — the dual action of a man who was hungry and horny and was addressing both needs simultaneously.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"Mmmph~!! Mmmph~!! HAAHH~!!"