A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 17: Hot and Bothered (Patreon)

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 17: Hot and Bothered

-VB-

Amy whimpered underneath me, pinned to the bed by my body, while my hips thrusted down onto her butt as my dick pushed into her vaginal depths.

Our sweaty bodies clapped loudly in our new bedroom in a new house.

Yes, we were having a move-in sex to break in the bed.

“ALAN-!” she screamed before shoving her face into the pillow to muffle herself. Her entire body spasmed as she hit her climax. Her tight vagina pushed onto me, and I grunted as I hastened myself.

It wasn’t long before I too climaxed, and jizzed all I could into her.

Muffled as she was, I could still hear her moan as my jizz warmed her folds.

“Alan, y-you know that I’m pregnant, right?” Amy asked after lifting her face off of the pillow and letting her face rest on its side and away from me. I buried my face into the back of her head and hummed. “Y-you know you don’t have to keep -”

“Amy,” I called her softly. “Your pregnancy and me wanting to love you are two different things.”

There was a pause before she snuggled her hips deeper towards me, which only served to push my dick against her cervix.

Deciding that I’ve seen and felt enough of her back, I pushed myself off of Amy, and flipped her around gently. Her bouncy and wavy hair sprayed around her head like a halo and her deeply blushing face.

Amy wasn’t one of those model beauties who had an hourglass figure complete with an S-curve. She was a bit on the short side with a pair of firm boobs I could play with all day long, and complete with an ass that was just the perfect cushion to our incessant sex.

Our eyes met, and I smiled softly simply from knowing that I loved her and she loved me.

Amy smiled back.

Then I pressed down on her, holding her gently which she returned.

Her hips started to gyrate against me, and I moaned for Amy to hear my pleasure. I thrusted to her rhythm, and she gasped shallowly into my ear.

It was a slow sex, one that we luxuriated simply in the embrace of one another.

“...!” Amy gasped one more time before her legs tightened around my waist. I too buried myself deeper into her. We laid there on the bed, just breathing loudly and deeply and feeling.

“AMY-!”

And just like that, the mood was broken when someone decided to barge into our room.

Both Amy and I slowly turned our heads sideways to look at the door to our bedroom. Standing underneath the doorway was none other Amy’s adopted sister, Victoria Dallon.

Who shouldn’t be barging into other people’s bedrooms.

“VICKY!” Amy screeched angrily.

“SORRY!” Vicky ran away with a blush on her face as she slammed the door close.

There was a creak.

I sighed as I got off of Amy so that she could get up too.

“I think we may have to fix that door soon,” I quipped.

Amy sighed in exasperation.

-VB-

Vicky sat on the Marris home couch in the living room with a heated face. She knew she was blushing, but she couldn’t exactly stop herself!

Because unlike Dean, Alan was a hunk.

And she blamed dad for it!

Growing up with a man like Flashbang as your dad set pushed the standards up for what a girl considered a man.

Sure, Dean was fairly fit and muscular for someone his age…

But Alan?

All of that training made him very sculpted and and and…

Seeing her sister getting laid by that kind of muscles just made her hot, okay?

Then she realized that she was pinning after a claimed man, and sighed in dejection. Alan was … he was a good person, a good man. He listened to Amy, Amy listened to him, and he wasn’t exactly the hands-off approach kind of guy Dean was.

‘I mean, Dean has his own good points,’ she quickly thought, but the sole reason they kept getting into fights and breakups was because Dean kept on putting his “duty” over her! Always missing out on something, always having to do something!

It was like he was trying to say that she was worth less than his duty!

She huffed, knowing that there was no point to continuing that train of thought.

“Vicky, aura.”

At this point, it was habitual. She heard Amy telling her to keep her aura in control, so she did. She mentally pressed down on her power, and felt it recede.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Amy dressed in a simple green sundress that covered maybe only two-thirds of her impressive boobs.

Victoria wished she was as big as Amy’s, then maybe Dean might focus on her more, if only because her body was great.

… No, she did not have body image, but she did see Dean look at Amy quite a bit, so she was thinking that maybe that Amy’s body type was his type.

“Sorry about that, Amy,” she laughed sheepishly.

Amy just raised a single eyebrow, looked over her, and then hummed.

“Did you at least like the view?” her sister asked, and Vicky choked on her spit. She gagged and choked before she got control of herself and looked up at Amy with wide scandalized eyes.

“A-Amy!”

“Well, did you?”

“When did you get so brutally honest?!”

“You mean when have I never been honest?”

“Ugh.” Then she looked down. “I-I guess?”

Amy giggled. “You know, you’re welcome to come and look.”

Vicky felt like her head was swimming. “Umm… I’m… I’m going to go!” she said quickly as she rose up. “Auntie said we have a meeting tomorrow, so Alanneedstobethere,byebye!”

And she was out of the house that made her hot and bothered.

GAH!