Chapter 356
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
Meanwhile, the other Michael’s hard length was still there, burrowed beneath her.
“Hm, mmm!”
Irene shook her head at the sensation of being stretched beyond her limits.
But she was feeling it herself. Unlike a moment ago, when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she could feel herself struggling but still slowly sheathing in another long, hard sword of desire.
“…!”
Now, she didn’t even moan. The stiff pillars moved as gently as possible, trying not to startle her, expanding inside her.
Irene felt a shudder of fear.
She really didn’t think she could take both of them at once.
She worried that the gaping hole below might tear.
But despite her worries, a new pleasure was blossoming in her mind, one she had never felt before.
Thump, thump.
Her b*****s bounced with each light thrust as he entered her.
The Michael holding her from the front smirked, enjoying the feel of her weight against his chest.
After a few moments, both p*****s were fully inside her.
“Ah, hmph…”
The slightest movement from Michael made Irene shudder, her body trembling.
They embraced her as she struggled, kissing every inch of her body.
Even these lustful and promiscuous thoughts were only acceptable to her because he was the one she was with.
The sight of her embracing the filth he had thrown away was enough to overwhelm him.
It wasn’t just to fulfill some secret s****l fantasy.
No matter what he did, no matter what he became, Irene would never abandon him. She would accept him no matter what he was.
And that made him happier than he’d ever felt.
“Irene.”
“Irene.”
Both Michael’s called their wife’s name at the same time.
Their hips began to move, each in their own rhythm.
“Ah, ah! Nnh—! Hh, haah!”
The desires that had been resting deep inside him began to stir, slowly but with increasing force.
It was a part of him no one had ever seen before, not even Irene—a shadow harbored in the depths of his soul.
As one rushed in, the other drew back. But soon they were switching positions, taking turns thrusting inside her.
Irene let go of reason, rocking and crying out as Michael thrust into her.
She couldn’t think as the pleasure rushed through her, along with the pain.
‘It’s Michael. The man inside me is Michael, my husband.’
The man who had remade the world countless times, who had brought her to this earthly existence, who was madly in love with her more than anyone else.
Irene stretched out her arms and threw them around both Michaels necks.
It was almost unbelievable that there were only two Michaels.
The love he had shown her so far was greater than the love of a hundred or a thousand men.
Things that had been moving differently were suddenly moving the same way.
Michael held her body against his, holding back the rush of ecstacy.
Not yet. Still, he could give Irene more pleasure, so he could hold back as long as he wanted.
But against his better judgement, he was swollen to the limit and began to spill against his wishes.
The fluids they had shed between them had soaked the surrounding grass, leaving it damp and sticky all around.
Then, as their bodies brushed against each other’s most sensitive spots, Irene’s body jerked wildly.
Michael’s movements quickened. His c**k, bigger than ever, stretched her beneath him until both of them could no longer take it.
And then the limit was reached.
“Aah…!”
Deep within her, the Michaels unabashedly satisfied their long-hidden desire.
* * *
[Hooing…]
Chomp-chomp sat gloomily on the windowsill of the house on the hill, its tentacles drooping.
The Hand of Appraisal had grown a new mouth and promptly passed out after drinking over thirty bottles of wine.
Left alone, Chomp-chomp cleaned the house by itself while waiting for Irene and Michael to return.
One day. Two days. Three.
The Hand of Appraisal being out of commission was expected, but why hadn’t Their Majesties come back yet?
[Was it that good…?]
Well, considering they were at it every day, it must have been.
[Still, I’m bored.]
Chomp-chomp was starting to miss them. It wanted them to eat the monster realm apples it had picked, too.
Just as it was thinking that, space distorted in the front yard and Michael appeared.
In his arms was Irene, fast asleep as if she’d fainted.
[Your Majesty!]
Chomp-chomp stretched out its tentacles in delight, but Michael hushed it with a whisper.
“Irene’s very tired. So keep quiet.”
[Okay.]
Chomp-chomp answered, then looked over at Irene, who was cradled in Michael’s arms.
Sure enough, just as Michael had said, Irene looked utterly exhausted.
But her expression was nothing short of blissful.
Watching Irene like that, Chomp-chomp tilted his tentacle curiously and then glanced at her belly.
[Oh? Looks like the breeding was successful?]
At that moment, Michael froze completely.
