368: The Purpose of Mommy Milkers (18++)
“OOOOOHHHHHH!!” Bob grunted as he fucked Beatrice’s mouth they way God intended for it to be fucked. For no God or Goddess would create such a sexy being without expecting every man alive to desire her, to desire to mark her, to claim her, to fill her every hole and impregnate her so that she could pass on her God-tier genes to as many offsprings as possible.
Beatrice’s slobbering sounds around Bob’s cock made him fall in love more and more by the second. He pulled Beatrice off her cock and jumped at the speed of life to kiss her mouth. He grabbed Beatrice’s face and worshipped her lips, her tongue, sucking up her sloppy drool, getting higher on Beatrice’s mouth and drool it than any mortal drug was capable of.
But Bob wanted more. He pushed Beatrice down, pinned her to the ground and grabbed handsful of her malleable giant titties.
“Amazing!” Bob gasped, breathing hard, unable to believe his own foolishness that he did not grab them when he had the chance. He was about to die without feeling up such magnificent giant boobies! Without sticking his cock between them!! “Fuck that!!”
And fuck he did. Bob instantly thrust his cock between Beatrice’s breasts. He pressed her breasts together, drowning his cock in the first-class dough of milkers that one day his children would suck on! But it was not their day! It was Bob’s day!
Bob stopped his thrusts long enough to lean in and suckle on the big, hard nipples. He swirled his tongue around them and nibbled on them. Beatrice’s breasts were large enough to be squashed together and bring both nipples close enough for a double-sucking action, and Bob did not miss such an opportunity. He stuck her nipples close and slid his tongue back and forth between erect nipples, to the music of the moans of an angel.
Bob bit Softly at first, then harder, then softer, sucking on one nipple, then another, then both at once, hoping that the Goddess would bless him with her future-mommy milk. Had Beatrice unleashed her milk into his mouth, Bob would have probably come on the spot. Alas, those gates of heaven were still closed to him. But all that meant was that Bob had to force those gates open with his cock!
Bob knew of only one way to make a woman lactate: filling her womb up to the brim with alpha seed and then some more until it started producing babies! And with his cock harder than steel, aching to fertilize his Goddess, his Savior, Bob grabbed the woman of his dreams by her hips and thrust his cock inside.
“AAAAH~” the angel sung the song of joy with wide eyes. A song that would capture the heart of any man. A siren. Her voice and body designed to seduce men. To trap them. Mesmerized, Bob locked his open mouth with hers, swirling his tongue around hers, he’d eat her mouth whole if he could. All the while Bob slammed his hips against Beatrice’s, practically melting inside her hot pussy. It was too much!
How could a mere mortal resist his primal urge to fertilize a top-tier woman with child-bearing hips and milkers big enough to feed a dozen strong lads? Future demon slayers! Yes, it was his duty to fertilize this woman and raise the saviors of their world together! One or two would not be enough, No! He had no choice but fertilize her again and again and again until they had an army! An army of demon slayers from the womb of a Goddess, fed by her milk as she was getting railed again for the next batch.
It would be hard work, but Bob was up to it! He was ready to fuck the Savior however many times it took to bring salvation to the world. Even when the Goddess got pregnant, Bob felt he would have to keep pumping his seed into her womb, to feed more nutrients to the growing warriors. Yes, every day, twice a day, so that they grew strong. All while sucking on her milkers, tasting her milk, checking for its quality and preparing her breasts for when the warriors arrive.
Knowing all this, how could Bob not cum inside Beatrice just after a couple of thrusts inside her pussy? It was inevitable—No—necessary to start the fertilization as soon as possible. After all, female pregnancies got so rare, that they were practically unheard of. And it was up to Bob and his Goddess to improve this woeful demographic situation!