“Valerian, p-please...”
Her head tossed and turned helplessly as desire turned her world upside down. But just as it seemed as if she was about to fall off a cliff, Valerian had suddenly lifted his head, and before she knew it, he was already looming over her, and...
Aaaaah.
He took her virginity with one deep stroke of his cock.
And all she could do was sob because it was exactly as he said.
He had made it work so, so beautifully.
His cock fitting inside her like this incredibly huge sword sliding into the warmth of its sheath—
Or a hammer pounding home again and again and again.
“D-Don’t stop. Please.”
It was the most shameless thing to beg for, but she couldn’t help it.
“Never,” she heard her husband rasp out. “I’ll fuck you as long as you want. As much as you want. As hard as you want. I’ll fuck you everywhere. Anywhere. I’ll fuck you and only you because you’re mine—wife.”
And just like that, she was coming.
“Valerian!”
Her husband rammed into her again and again while the shocking pulsing strength of her orgasm had her sobbing his name over and over. The sheer pleasure of it had her feeling like she was about to pass out, but when she suddenly felt her husband’s powerful form jerk and shudder above her—
Aaaah.
It was Valerian’s turn to cum, and oh, the feel of his cock ejecting inside of her had Poppy reeling anew.
Yes, oh, yes.
Valerian’s cock was just as forceful in the way it filled her pussy with his cum. There was so, so much of it that Poppy could actually feel his seed slowly overflow before trickling down her thighs.
Is this really happening?
Would she ever get used to having Valerian inside of her, his throbbing cock pumping its seed into her body?
Would she ever stop wondering if she was dreaming, every time something wonderful happened between them?
Her mind hoped the answer to both questions would be yes. But her heart stunned her for wanting the opposite...because that was how magic came to be, when it just wasn’t their bodies that became one.