Chapter 233 - Faerie Frenzy (Patreon)

Because of the magical lube, my cock slides inside the tight band of Opalina’s asshole with little resistance. We both howl as soon as our contact resumes, me tasting her sinful behind for the first time and her feeling the satisfaction of being filled once more.

I push in slowly as far as I can go, expecting to eventually reach a point where it’s too much for her, but the trance-like state we’re both in proves more potent than any reluctance the mature woman has. Rather than pain, Opalina clearly feels ecstasy beyond words as I bury myself in her ass.

“Oh, good Gods...!” Opalina whimpers. “Sweetheart... you shouldn’t have... done... that!” She warns me before her tone changes, and Opalina starts urging me to ream her ass out.

When faced with such a command, I become like a maddened beast and begin acting on my baser impulses. I pull out of her burning, clenching ass and hammer my cock back down. The lube makes this sensation a thousand times more pleasurable for us both. As I set about ramming myself in and out of her surprisingly pliable butt, Opalina starts massaging her tits with unexpected ferocity. She kneads them like dough, pinches them as they jiggle, and twists her pink, perky nipples while screaming all sorts of things that don’t register.

All I can focus on is animalistic pleasure-seeking, thanks to that damn lube. No wonder Pimpington had so much of the stuff... this is downright dangerous.

As Opalina’s joy continues to rise, her ass becomes all that much tighter around my thrusting cock. The lube warms us into what feels like a blistering storm of arousal, and the feeling of being inside Opalina’s big, round ass is just about the warmest I’ve ever felt. The hole of flesh takes every last one of my many inches continually just as easy as if it were a pussy, all while never giving me a break from the death grip milking the base of my cock. The tightness only serves to suck me back into the depths of her ass time after time.

Feeling myself getting closer, I decide to pull her up and then lay back on the bed.

“No!” She squeals in a lusty haze, “Don’t stop fucking my ass!” She pleads rather generically, not that I blame her considering how the lube is making me feel as well. Opalina is quite heavy, but having her lay across my torso with my cock embedded in her ass as we both stare at the sky is well worth struggling now and then to breathe.

The brief respite brings me back down from the edge, and once I start speedily fingering her creampied pussy like a demon, Opalina can hardly find the time to complain. Especially not when I start ramming my cock up her tight anus once more. While continuing to rough up her own breasts, Opalina shows her appreciation for me by craning her neck and shoving her tongue out, wordlessly beckoning me to meet her with my own. Because of our rampant horniness, we skip lips altogether and just focus on licking away at each other’s tongues in as many depraved ways as possible.

It’s no surprise that after enjoying this for a few short minutes, we both explode in an unbelievable climax of epic proportions. I jet ropes of thick semen straight into Opalina’s ass while her own cum sprinkles out all over my fingers, creating a mist of love juices that falls onto the bed below. Together, we share exceptional levels of ecstasy and cum for minutes on end.

Rather than coming down off of this high, we just keep going. The lube has awoken a beast in both of us, and now that it’s awake, it won’t be going anywhere until it’s satisfied.

Opalina sits up and struggles to remove my cock from her thoroughly pounded ass. Her dirty hole just reflexively makes it hard to pull out, but when it leaves, the sheer tightness of it creates a lewd popping sound. A massive helping of my cum gushes out and falls all over my sturdy manhood, almost like a cork coming off a champagne bottle.

The witch turns around, and with a quick magical charm, she disinfects my cock and cleans it while conveniently not having to wipe away any of the lube or cum.

Without a word, she smiles like a predator and grabs the base of my thick, expecting manhood before licking it top to bottom, slurping up unreasonable amounts of my semen off of me, and swallowing. I roll my eyes back in unreal pleasure and am surprised when Opalina screams, too.

“My tongue...!” She cries amid heavy breathing. “The lube is making it... feel amazing...! Even when screwing around with other girls in college... I’ve... ah... never felt anything like... this...!!”

“Are you for real?” I look down at her in amazement, pondering the implications even despite my lack of mental clarity. She licks it again to prove her point, and I watch as her face contorts with sexual satisfaction. “Gods, keep sucking...” I tell Opalina as I reach out with my hand and push her lips back to my cock, knowing damn well that she might orgasm from giving me a blowjob under these circumstances.

Opalina submits in a surprisingly compliant manner, contenting herself to lick and suck every nook and cranny of my cock, groin, and balls. Everywhere she drags her tongue, I feel a sensual jolt of pleasurable lightning, and I see the same feeling reflected upon her face. Opalina goes through every wave of enjoyment that I do as she services me with her hot mouth in every conceivable way a man could ask for.

My balls begin to recede up into my body just as Opalina looks to be on the verge of cumming. A playful look glimmers in her eye, and she chooses to treat me to an incredibly lewd reward for my current explosive finale. The mature woman takes me from out of her hot mouth, licks my tip repeatedly, and shudders as the lube on her tongue delivers her an orgasm she never thought possible.

The extravagant sight of Opalina literally cumming from her tongue as she services my cock forces yet another climax out of me, and my inexhaustible reserves of semen coat Opalina’s face in an even bigger load than the tittyfuck from this afternoon. Even as I let loose on her, the good Doctor continues to lick me to completion and then some with a lustful glare shimmering in her playful eyes.

As the once wise witch starts licking up my cum like it were frosting on a delicious cake, I find enough rational thought to say, “I think I used way, way too much of that lube...”

“Give more cock,” Opalina demands hazily, in a way very unbefitting of her age. Without giving me time to respond, my lover pounces me like a feral Beastfolk, say, a Cougarfolk, and from that point on, the night becomes a blur of stunning sexuality and excess.

We make love in just about every position I know, and with every single pose, I gift her a massive creampie, whether it be in her cunt or her ass. Opalina sucks me off many more times while I finger, lick, and tease her pussy just as many times in return. Her hair, long and drenched with so much sweat it looks like she just emerged from the ocean, sticks like glue to her body. The red candlelight illuminates our glistening bodies, making me appreciate every last contour and curve of her thickness while screwing her in every conceivable angle.

As hours pass us by amidst furious copulation, the bedroom fills with the rampant smells of our exhaustive sex. The temperature rises from the hot, dampness of our breath, and in just one single night, I make it up to Opalina for being the most neglected member of my harem and then some. It’s almost as if I’m re-living through that first three days I spent with Sam, but condensed into the span of about six or seven hours.

By the time the sun comes up through our dark, stained glass window, I’m banging my frenzied lover’s pussy up against the cold, stone wall. Thanks to my infinite stamina, I carry her weight without any problems. My ability keeps my muscles and joints from wearing out during sex, allowing this miracle of carnality to occur. Opalina has long, long since stopped speaking legible words, and Gods only know what sort of things I’ve screamed at her during my delirious, night-long fuckfest. I don’t remember how or when, but she also lost her negligee sometime during the night, and I know not where it ended up.

Even now, after so many hours, I’m still pounding away at her incredibly swollen pussy like I was trying to mash her body into the wall behind her. Eventually, the continual pleasure of fleshy delights brings the both of us to scream one final time loud enough for surely everyone in the entire castle to hear.

Everything starts to get a little fuzzy as my balls unload their latest round into Opalina’s already overstuffed uterus.

I become somewhat more aware of the world once her pussy stops squeezing around me in orgasmic, twitchy glee. As the flood of my own cum pours out of Opalina’s battered cunt, the sound of it splashing onto the stone floor beneath us brings me further back into the moment.

Upon checking on my partner, I discover Opalina is not here right now. In her place, there’s only a drooling, breathless erotic pleasure slave weakly hanging from my neck with nary a thought in her head to be found. Even when asked a question, all she does is mumble syllables like an infant and struggle to keep her neck held up.

Unable to bring myself to care about the frankly disgusting state of the bedsheets, which are ever so drenched in cum, sweat, and love juices, I carry us back to the mattress, and we collapse into it. An embarrassingly loud splat sound echoes out as our bodies melt into the sheets. I’m finally starting to come down from the wild ride that is Faerie Frenzy, but even with my enhanced stamina, my mind can’t go on. I cuddle into Opalina’s gigantic tits, bury myself between their sweaty, smelly, motherly warmth and drift off with the ease and efficiency of a candle blown out by the wind.