Bed of Blasphemy

Raymond emptied his bladder completely into his sister-in-law’s p*ssy. With the intensity of someone determined to erase all traces left by his brother’s c*ck.

“Hngh… T-this, this is… strange…”

There was something oddly satisfying about seeing his sister-in-law’s flat stomach swell. Though it was urine now, the thought that soon her belly would grow with a child carrying his seed made his heart race strangely.

“You need to get used to having a full belly, Sister-in-law.”

Pushing his p*nis in deeply while pressing down on her lower abdomen caused the urine and p*ssy juices mixed inside to flow out. The dripping liquid soaked Raymond’s golden pubic hair.

Winifred felt her mind might fly away. Her lower abdomen had swollen so much she thought it might burst, then when the man thrust his p*nis deep inside, unfamiliar liquid flowed wetly from her p*ssy, soaking the bed.

Raymond began thrusting his c*ck shaft vigorously into Winifred’s p*ssy, which had frozen with shame. Like someone determined to properly train this hole to fit his c*ck.

Each time the thick c*ck shaft buried itself completely in Winifred’s hole, sticky liquid leaked from her p*ssy opening. The severely abused hole throbbed with pain.

But whenever she squirmed and tried to escape, her husband in front and brother-in-law behind pressed her down with force, restraining her and making her fully receive her brother-in-law’s p*nis.

Before long, her husband’s p*nis had also become er*ect again with threatening vigor, slapping against Winifred’s cheek. By now she could understand what he wanted without verbal commands.

Winifred opened her lips, crusted with dried s*men, and sucked hard on his p*nis with her still-sore mouth. The p*nis violated her mouth-p*ssy more mercilessly than before, digging deep into her throat and causing her slender neck to bulge visibly.

The thick brown pubic hair tickled her nose and scratched her tender lips. With each breath, the raw smell of s*men and the scent of a man’s t*sticles flowed in.

Perhaps the nights she had spent fulfilling her wifely duties until now had been mere child’s play. Was this violent shaking and penetration the true duty of a wife?

Winifred knew nothing about the marital life of nobles. In her limited knowledge, s*xual intercourse between men and women involved quickly pressing g*nitals together and thrusting a few times outdoors away from prying eyes, ending when the man’s body trembled, after which they hurriedly straightened their clothes.

But what was she doing now? How should this be described?

Her brother-in-law lifted Winifred’s hips and thrust his c*ck into her with slapping sounds. Perhaps due to the better angle, his c*ck pushed in deeper than before. The f*cking continued endlessly, making her wonder if her womb might be pushed out through her mouth.

The two brothers thoroughly ravaged her, placed between them, seemingly competing to see who could f*ck harder.

“Sister-in-law, let me come first for you.”

Her brother-in-law bent down and whispered softly in Winifred’s ear. Meanwhile, her husband’s p*nis continued rapid, shallow thrusts, savoring her throat. Pleasure rose from her thoroughly abused lower body, overwhelming her like a massive wave.

“Hngh, ugh, ungh!”

The moment Winifred reached her climax, trembling all over, her brother-in-law Raymond also released his seed, pouring it out with enough force to fill her womb. 

Her body felt weightless, her vision blurred, and the sensation of hot liquid spreading inside her intensified her climax, sending ripples throughout her body and causing fine convulsions.

Immediately after her brother-in-law ej*culated, her husband also poured his seed deep into Winifred’s throat without restraint. The hot liquid with its fishy, raw smell poured down her throat.

Her brother-in-law turned her trembling body over, buried his face in her br*asts, and began sucking her n*pples, causing her subsiding climax to surge again. 

He grabbed her quivering br*asts, kneading them mercilessly while gently biting her n*pples. Pleasure mixed with pain overwhelmed Winifred without giving her a moment to catch her breath.

It was terrifying. She had never imagined such sensations could exist in this world. Her body felt completely melted, leaving no strength in her limbs.

“When there are two men and two br*asts, shouldn’t we call this providence?”

James muttered nonsensically before bending down to bite the unattended n*pple. Sharp pain was immediately followed by intense pleasure.

Before long, the two men had switched places, and this time her husband mounted Winifred, thrusting his p*nis into her p*ssy that was flowing with lewd fluids.

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James was well aware of how exquisite his wife’s p*ssy was. Despite having rolled around with so many women, his wife’s p*ssy was undoubtedly the finest among them.

The narrow hole that squeezed his p*nis tightly, the winding inner walls that wrapped around his c*ck shaft, the mucous membrane that gripped him like it would milk him dry.

Perhaps James had avoided sleeping with his wife because he knew her hole would drive men crazy. If he became addicted to nights with his wife, the pressure for an heir would only grow stronger.

But today, seeing his wife crying out in climax while being penetrated by his brother’s c*ck, James felt his suppressed instincts rising.

“Hngh, hng, ahng…”

As he vigorously probed the p*ssy made slick by his brother’s fluids, a mixture of s*men, p*ssy juice, and urine spurted out. His brother had f*cked her so hard that his wife’s vaginal walls were swollen.

Heat rushed to his head. Anger toward Raymond welled up. Raymond didn’t have the burden of marrying such a woman and having children. He had no duty to protect the family.

He could earn military merits, make a name for himself, and enjoy irresponsible pleasure with his brother’s wife’s body. If this woman had been just a plaything rather than his wife, James too would have indulged in this body every day.

Though among the top three noble families in the country, the Asherton County was originally descended from a Margrave who guarded the borders. Consequently, their territory was far from the capital.

While it was said that in the royal court where the king lived, minstrels sang love songs and jesters fearlessly satirized both the king and archbishop, for James, this was merely a pipe dream. The vast land far from the capital, that was the Asherton County.

Since the first Count Asherton who established the family through military might, the eight-generation-old county always had countless enemies. They eagerly waited for some accident to happen in the Asherton County.

In such an atmosphere, James concluded that pretending to be a harmless nobleman would be easier for both himself and his family. It also suited his character of excessively liking women, making it seem he could play that role.

He began rolling around with women even before coming of age. Laying three or four young women in one night and moving from one p*ssy to another to thrust his p*nis was a game he greatly enjoyed.