Pregnancy for a Successor - Chapter 42

“Did you sprinkle sugar on it? It’s so sweet I can’t take my mouth off.”

“Nngh, don’t, stop… Ah!”

“Then why don’t you soothe me as I said?”

He stood up and pushed Celia into the corner of the sofa, immobilizing her. Then he lowered his hand that had been squeezing her br*east and delved into her lower region.

“I didn’t expect it to be this wet.”

He kept smiling, seemingly satisfied that it was even more soaked than he had anticipated.

“Did you like it when I sucked?”

“No, that’s not…”

Celia continued speaking, panting at the sensation of his hand unhesitatingly parting her womanhood.

“Take it out, take it out.”

She flailed her legs, but it only resulted in tightly gripping his hand. As his fingers, parting the moist folds, found and prodded a sensitive spot, Celia jumped and shuddered.

“Ah… Nng!”

“Both up and down, you’re so wet. It seems like there won’t be any moisture left in your body.”

He licked his lips, cleaning off the white milk that had spread. It was as if he was determined not to miss anything that came from her body.

“Mmm…”

The hand that had been stirring her insides, making squelching sounds, suddenly withdrew.

“Haa, ha.”

Her body, tormented both above and below, was in an extremely sensitive state. As both his hand and mouth retreated simultaneously, Celia even felt a strange sense of loss.

She watched with dazed eyes as Eugen tore off his clothes. His lower part, already greatly swollen, was beyond the point of being able to ignore. It had just been too long.

“……”

Celia unconsciously turned her head away. Having lived a life focused entirely on raising the child and br*eastfeeding, a scene like this felt unfamiliar and distant. The stimulation after such a long time made everything feel clumsy.

“You should suck mine too.”

But her husband didn’t seem to feel that way at all. Eugen looked at his wife while holding his freed lower part in his hand.

“Hm? Celia.”

She just wanted to run away. Her husband’s manhood, seen after a long time, looked much larger and more threatening than before. She couldn’t understand how she managed to take it in and even hold it inside her body in the past.

“It’s too much… too much…”

“What is?”

Eugen laughed briefly and took Celia’s hand.

“Is it too big?”

“……”

As Eugen took Celia’s small hand and kissed each fingertip, he momentarily looked almost reverent. For her, knowing what those lips had been sucking just moments ago, it was utterly ridiculous.

Eugen brought her saliva-covered hand down and began to stroke quickly. As she slickly stroked the flesh column, Celia’s body quickly began to recall memories of accommodating it. Her already soaked body became even wetter.

Celia was both caressing and being caressed. The act of touching him alone made her body drip continuously, which was frustrating, but she couldn’t help it.

While the thick tip of the gl*ns and the protruding veins causing friction against her hand provided an incredibly erotic sensation, Eugen diligently moved his hand to satisfy his desire.

“Mm…”

He had his eyes closed while masturbating, then suddenly opened them, smiling as his gaze met Celia’s. All the while, his hand moved without pause.

Soon, what was in her hand began to swell tightly. Just as Celia, remembering the moment of climax, tried to quickly withdraw her hand, Eugen grabbed her hair and forced it into his lower region in one go.

“Mmph!”

What was suddenly thrust into her mouth began to twitch and spill fluid. Startled and pained by what she unexpectedly had to take in, she tried to pull her head away, but she couldn’t overcome his grip.

“Mph, mmph.”

Eugen continued his ejaculation while pressing Celia’s head tightly against his groin. Every time his manhood, pushed deep into her throat, painfully stirred inside, muffled moans burst from Celia’s mouth.

When the man who had greedily sprayed his traces finally removed Celia’s face, long strands of cloudy fluid stretched down to her chest. As the s*men, mixed with the milk that had been beading at the tips of her br*easts, dripped down, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

“How does my taste suit you, wife?”

“……”

Celia couldn’t say anything. She had no strength left to do so. If he hadn’t been holding her hair, she felt she would have collapsed face-first onto the floor.

Eugen, who had been supporting her body with his knees, slowly sat on the sofa and embraced Celia. With that momentum, she coughed and spat out what was in her mouth, and he gently wrapped his arms around her back.

“Good girl.”

“……”

“We can’t have you choking.”

He began to pat her back as if he was soothing a child. Although it was absurd, Celia felt like laughing.

“Did you eat your fill?”

He stroked around her belly like he was really trying to check. When he felt only the thin skin, he frowned, looking dissatisfied.

“Seems like you haven’t eaten enough yet.”

The body that had been limp suddenly tensed up again. Before Celia could say anything, her body was already mounting him. Between her legs spread to either side, his re-erected member pushed in. Although she thought it would be easy to accept him since she was already thoroughly wet, the feeling of its increased size compared to before brought a look of bewilderment to her face.

“What’s wrong?”

He smiled as if finding his wife’s reaction amusing.

“It, it won’t go in anymore.”

“That can’t be.”

Along with the sound of his laugh, there was a thud, and Celia’s body lurched forward at the sensation of him thrusting inside.

“Hnngh!”

As his manhood, which had reached the deepest part in one go, began intense thrusting, Celia could only cling to him, sobbing loudly.

“Aahn, ah!”

Wrapping her arms around his neck and just hanging on was all she could do to endure. He freely grasped Celia’s body and thrust his hips upward with a thud, thud sound. Incessant lewd friction sounds came from their entangled lower bodies.

As her body bounced according to his movements, her br*easts also swayed up and down, brushing against his bare skin. The liquid flowing from her n*pples, which had started producing milk again, sprinkled onto his chest and face.

“Eu… gen, ahn, ah!”

The more intense the movements became, the more milk sprayed in all directions. The white milk soaked the red sofa and Eugen’s body. He looked at the milky white liquid sprayed all over his body with greedy eyes, then stuck out his tongue to lick what was on his face.

“S-stop, please, aah!”

She wanted to die of embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was being embraced by her husband while covered in br*east milk that should be for the baby. Wasn’t this the same milk she had been feeding the child just moments ago?

No matter what she said, Eugen showed no signs of stopping. After slowing down his vigorous thrusting for a moment, this time he latched onto her br*east with his mouth.

“Nngh…”

Her br*east, sucked by him again, felt sore and painful. He was once again sucking to his heart’s content. The thought that there might not be anything left for the baby flashed through her mind, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of yielding to the child.

It was when the man, who had been earnestly sucking left and right alternately, finally bit her lips.

“We need to get a wet nurse right away.”

“What…?”

Celia thought she must have misheard something.

“Let’s get a wet nurse, Celia.”

“N-no. This is for the baby…”

As soon as she expressed her weak protest, their deeply connected bodies rubbed against each other.

“Ahn, ah, ah.”

While Celia shuddered at the sensation of being poked around inside, he started to whine again.

“Hm? Celia. It’s about time we got a wet nurse, isn’t it?”

He demanded an answer while circling his hips, creating friction.

“No… I want to do it myself… Nng!”

Unsatisfied with her reluctant answer, he thrust his hips deeply once more.

“Ha… uh, aah.”

“He’s had enough milk by now that no one can say he’ll be stupid from not getting his mother’s milk.”

He was now presenting an outrageous logic. But the problem was that his voice sounded so rational that it was strangely persuasive.

“No, that’s not… true.”

“It is.”

He rubbed deeply once more, as if to assert that he was right. Perhaps because she had been pushed to her limit, his wife had become more docile, but the words of agreement still wouldn’t leave her lips. Finally, he decided to change his approach.