Garden of Enchantment 3.5: Fautline 1 Interlude (Patreon)

Interlude:
Faultline (Margaret)

Sex.

Was.

Awesome.

“T-Tal-!” she whimpered as she bounced on top of her man. She peered down at him, wanting to see him enjoy her body much as she enjoyed his. 

His eyes remained glued to her big boobs, though. She knew she was above average when it came to the quality of her body, though she also knew that her face was nothing to speak of. 

If he wanted her titties, then she would give it to him.

She slowed down her weak thrusting and pressed herself against him, squeezing her breasts outwards as she pressed down on him. 

He looked into her eyes possessively, and she knew that she was in love with this man.

She yelped when his hands grabbed both of her buttcheeks and began to slam her up and down on him. She moaned throatily as she dropped her head onto his chest as he manhandled her. 

“Y-Yes, more, more, more!” she moaned out while shaking and thrusting on top of him, though leaving most of the action of Talrith’s large manly hands. 

… Oh right, he could change himself however he wanted to.

“So c-close…!” she whimpered out.

Suddenly, he rolled them over, and she was on her back, looking up at her man.

He came down on her lips with his, kissing her passionately. Their tongues embraced each other as he pushed her over the edge.

She choked and whimpered as she orgasmed for the third time today. 

Her eyes widened as she felt his dick swell and fill her up completely, ejaculating inside of her. He marked her, and she felt … content in the fact. 

When he broke the kiss, all she could do was stare up at him lovingly. She shuddered involuntarily when he smiled down at her as his dick popped out of her vagina. She moaned a little as she closed her eyes, feeling his semen dribble out.

She knew that this was dangerous. It wasn’t like her to do something so stupid like that little bitch Tattletale. This … she knew that she could become pregnant. Yes, her man was from another world, but he was human enough that there was a real chance.

“You’re beautiful, Margaret,” he whispered to her. “My beautiful Margaret.”

She felt her face grow far hotter than how hot it was during sex. “And you’re my handsome man,” she whispered out embarrassingly. 

“And this man wants more of you…” he cooed as he pushed himself back into her gaping vagina.

She whimpered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and back as he pulled her to him. 

They rutted away the night, careless of their ecstatic screams, moans, and promises of love. 

-VB-

When she woke up, it was to smooth kissing from her lover. She melted into his embrace and kiss, enjoying every second of it. 

She broke the kiss. Reaching out with her hands, she caressed both sides of his face.

And she gasped when he pushed himself into her already wet and prepared vagina.

She held onto him, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of being ravaged by her man. Margaret whimpered as he pulled himself back a little, hoving over her, and then used his hands to cup both of her breasts. 

“The size of your breasts astound me,” he said in the same awe he always did when he talked about her body. “You think they’ll be bigger when you start lactating?” 

She opened her eyes in surprise.

“Y-You-?”

Women lactated because they were pregnant or nursing a baby. The other times they did were when they had some hormonal imbalance.

She gasped again as his big dick pushed deep into her, and she felt the rim of his dick rub against all of the grooves of her vagina in this stroke. 

“Of course, I do,” he said as if it was obvious. Then he let go of her breasts and placed his hands on the bed to her side. He pushed his hips up and began to pound down into her. 

With her hips being so used, Margaret whimpered as she surrendered to his -.

-VB-

It was after lunch, and Margaret - despite protesting that it was too much - found herself at the receiving end of Talrith’s dick.

-VB-

“TAL TAL TAL-!” she screamed into his shoulder before she climaxed.

This was the thirteenth orgasm of the day.

-VB-

She needed a substitute. 

She had been Talrith’s lover for only three days, but she knew already that it was impossible for her to have him to herself. He was too much. 

“Wait, wait, Talrith-!” she begged with tears in her eyes.

He mercilessly made her orgasm five times into the night, and only when she fainted, did Margaret find some rest. 

-VB-

A/N: Aye, it was a short one, but I wanted to write one from Faultline’s perspective and why she - as Talrith’s first woman on Bet - would allow polygamous relationship without leaving Talrith.