If Leira heard this, he might slap him for being insane, but Edwin was starting to believe his own hypothesis. With growing irritation, he rammed the wooden dildo in as far as it would go.
Even this length couldn’t reach the spot that made Leira piss himself. That place could only be touched by Edwin’s cock. If Leira ever lost his mind and cheated, his partner would never reach that depth. Leira would remember the sensation and come crawling back to him.
No. He wouldn’t tolerate a wife who’d developed a taste for adultery, so there was no need for such bitter fantasies. Edwin found himself newly grateful for his abnormally massive cock. This damnable fiancé of his might say he hated it, but he always swallowed hard at the sight of it.
Fuming, Edwin pulled the wooden dildo all the way out before slamming it back in with a thwack.
“Aaaah!!!”
Leira screamed at the top of his lungs. Edwin roughly pushed away the white, cum-smeared body with no care. If he’d just collapse, it would be easier, but Leira’s post-orgasm body couldn’t even manage that. Instead, he stayed on all fours, his plump ass shaking violently. His body trembled so much that his erect nipples wobbled in all directions.
Edwin didn’t usually smoke, but seeing this made him crave a cigarette. The way Leira whimpered without even realizing what a ridiculous position he was in was quite a sight. Sighing up at the ceiling, Edwin slowly pulled out his cock, now painfully hard against his thigh.
It was humiliating to even consider fucking Leira after seeing him get off so hard on a wooden dildo, but Edwin had reached his limit.
“Put your hands flat on the floor.”
“W-why… why—Aaaah!”
Before Leira could turn his tear-streaked face to ask, Edwin grabbed him and brutally impaled him from tip to root in one thrust. Leira’s pupils rolled back.
“Haah! Ah! Ah! P-please! Please! Ah! P-PLEEEASE!!!”
It was unclear whether he was begging for more or for mercy, but Edwin didn’t care. He jabbed his long, hard fingers roughly into Leira’s lower abdomen.
Pleasure becomes pain when it’s too intense.
Leira seemed to be in that state, clawing at the floor and thrashing. He screamed as he tried to escape.
“Stop! Please!! Ah! Hyaang!! Edwin—Aaaang!!!”
The fleshy pillar, incomparable to the wooden dildo, simultaneously destroyed both the hole and the deepest, filthiest part of his hole. The usual sweet, overripe fruit scent began to waft from his hole. Edwin’s lower abdomen and cock became soaked with Leira’s fluids, as if he’d pissed himself.
“Haa… you like my cock better, don’t you…?”
“Hngh, ng, ng, ugh… E-Edwin, I’m gonna puke, ng…””
The unusually rough fucking made Leira cover his mouth with one hand and start dry-heaving. It was as if he had morning sickness, and Edwin felt his mood sour. How would he know if Leira was carrying another man’s child or his own?
Edwin fully intended to personally extract any bastard child if Leira ever got pregnant by someone else.
“Huu… Is it my cock? Your husband’s cock? Answer me.”
“Ugh, ugh, hnghh…””
When no answer came, Edwin reached for the wooden dildo. He needed to sear it into this hole—devoid of any loyalty—exactly which cock belonged to its husband. Gripping Leira’s slender waist tightly, he pressed the wooden dildo against the used hole. The unfamiliar texture made Leira thrash his hips in panic.
“E-Edwin! Edwin! I don’t want it! Not that! Ah! No! Stop! Nooo!!””
“Shut up.”
The swollen hole began to forcefully stretch open. Leira scratched at the floor, trying to escape the iron-like grip, but the soft carpet only moved with his frantic clawing, leaving no marks. His dilated pupils screamed as he writhed, but his sharpened nails could only scratch at steel-like skin without effect.
The massive cock already buried inside should have made it impossible to stretch further, but Edwin didn’t stop. If it wouldn’t open, he’d tear it open to shove it in. He would make it perfectly clear who this hole’s one and only husband was.
“N-no! Edwin! Sorry, I’m sorry…! I won’t do it again! Edwin!!!”
Leira begged without even knowing what he’d done wrong. His crimes were twofold: spreading his legs for an ownerless dildo without fear, and enjoying it so much he lost his mind. These offenses alone were enough to warrant being stripped naked in the town square and fucked in front of everyone until his hole couldn’t close—just to set an example of what happens to lewd wives.
Edwin smirked cruelly as he forced the wooden dildo deeper. He could feel Leira’s lower abdomen rapidly expanding and contracting as he struggled to breathe.
Squelch… push…
The soft, supple flesh was already stretched around his massive cock, yet it greedily opened wider when forced. It looked obscene and gluttonous. Any hole that could take this would never be satisfied with just one cock. Edwin resolved to tighten his control over Leira even more, blaming the victim as he went.
Once the wooden dildo was halfway in, Edwin pulled it out again, then in short intervals, thrust… thrust… pushed it back in. This was the same method he’d used when he first broke Leira in, and sometimes when he fucked him without prep.
Leira’s hole, lewd by nature, was slightly larger than average for his size, but it was still hopelessly inadequate for Edwin’s cock. So Edwin would insert just the tip, then rock his hips back and forth, gradually pushing in a little more each time before pulling back again, repeating the process.
Before long, Leira’s hole would be sloppily stretched, dripping and gaping wide open.
This time was no different. Edwin kept his cock buried inside as he moved the wooden dildo in and out. Each movement made Leira whimper like he was choking. Undeterred by the crying, Edwin moved coldly and methodically. When the wooden dildo was about two-thirds inside, he pulled it all the way out before thwack! ramming it back in.
The wooden dildo was now fully seated.
Leira arched his back and stiffened as Edwin pressed a kiss to his narrow shoulder and whispered softly in his ear.
“Baby, shall we find your husband now?”
**
The hard, aphrodisiac-soaked ridges of the wooden dildo’s glans brushed against Edwin’s own, making him flinch and furrow his brows. It was literally a dog’s cock. Though it had only touched for an instant, the dildo—meticulously soaked in five different aphrodisiacs over thirty-one days—was as lewd as Leira’s hole itself.
As Edwin cursed and thrust his hips, the two cocks tangled and writhed inside Leira’s lumpy asshole.
“Haa… your hole’s so bumpy…””
Edwin lay on top of Leira’s back, both cocks still buried inside, and nuzzled against him. The thread-like, soft golden hair trembled, and the small, trembling body fit perfectly in his arms, giving him a strange sense of satisfaction.
“Which one feels like mine? Can you tell?”
Chuckling softly, Edwin lightly bit Leira’s shoulder. He was careful not to hurt the delicate skin, but Leira screamed as if in agony, which annoyed him. Edwin could feel the aphrodisiac from the wooden dildo mixing with his own cock and Leira’s hole, making his head spin. All he could see was the soft, squishy hole before his eyes.
“This is your husband’s cock…””
“Aang, ah!”
“And this… hmm. If this is your husband, then what am I?”
“Hng, stop it…””
No answer. So… Edwin chuckled as he pulled the wooden dildo out and thrust it back in, then pulled his own hips back before slamming forward again. He was determined to imprint the difference between his cock and a mere piece of wood onto every inch of Leira’s body.
“Haah! Edwin!”
“Mm, your Edwin’s right here.”
“Hngh! Ng! Ah!”
Suddenly, Edwin scooped up Leira—both cocks still buried inside—and carried him to the sofa. With each step, the movement made the cocks slip out and flexibly re-enter, and when Leira instinctively clenched, Edwin frowned. The foolish hole, greedy only for cock, desperately tried to keep both inside, which was pathetic.
With each step, Leira made choked sounds—uh, uh—and clung to Edwin’s nape, sniffling. But Edwin carelessly dropped Leira onto the sofa and spun his body around in one motion.
“Ngah! Hyaang!”
With two cocks inside him, the rotation sent a burning heat through his hole. Edwin kissed along the spine of the prone back before tugging at the red, luscious nipples. Each tug elicited a gasping moan that sounded like a song.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
