novelapdf Chapter 490 - Eating a Feast
Chapter 490 - Eating a Feast
Her heart violently pounded against her ribs.
She instantly felt the sheer, overwhelming weight of his aura.
Even though he was just sitting there, completely relaxed, the dark, hyper-masculine energy radiating from him made her inner thighs involuntarily clench.
A sudden, highly inappropriate surge of wetness pooled in her plain cotton panties, her body instinctively recognizing the presence of a true, absolute apex predator.
Feeling incredibly awkward and deeply embarrassed, she suddenly realized that this terrifying, regal stranger had likely heard and seen the entire, pathetic exchange with her husband.
A soft, deeply apologetic smile formed on her lips, attempting to mask her utter humiliation. She gave a quick, respectful bow of her head, completely intending to turn and scurry away into the shadows like a beaten dog.
But he simply ignored her initial gesture.
Tianlong watched her turn away, taking in the heavy, defeated sway of her hips and the tight, hidden bounce of her ass beneath the cheap skirt.
He didn’t know exactly why—perhaps it was the lingering, highly aroused state caused by Yuna ruthlessly sucking his cock beneath his clothes, or perhaps it was just his natural, sadistic urge to claim and corrupt anything that looked vulnerable.
But he spoke.
"He will not value you," Tianlong’s deep, rumbling voice sliced through the ambient noise of the festival, striking her back like a physical blow. "Then just make him realize your value."
As he said that, suddenly, the woman halted entirely in her tracks. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heavy breasts bouncing sharply with the sudden intake of air.
She slowly turned around, her eyes wide, entirely confused by the sudden, commanding intrusion of this terrifying stranger.
"S-Sorry...?" she stuttered, her voice trembling, completely unable to mask the sudden, breathless submission bleeding into her tone.
At that, Tianlong looked at her fully. The crackling light of the nearby bonfire illuminated the sharp, cruel angles of his face, the crimson-gold of his eyes glowing with pure, unadulterated, rapacious lust. Both of their eyes met, locking together in an intense, unbreakable gaze that completely pinned her to the spot.
He could see the way her chest was heaving violently now, the soft, heavy globes of her breasts jiggling with her rapid breathing. He could literally smell the sudden, sharp scent of her arousal mixing with her lingering sorrow.
Beneath his robes, Yuna’s mouth clamped down hard on his throbbing tip, completely sensing her master’s shifting attention.
Tianlong leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, a dark, incredibly wicked smirk completely taking over his face.
"You’re not that bad..." he drawled lazily, his eyes explicitly dropping down to her heavy, heaving chest before snapping back up to pierce her soul. "...now that I see."
The scruffy husband trudged along the edge of the festive clearing, the small boy perched comfortably on his shoulder like a sack of grain.
The child’s giggles still rang in his ears from earlier, but the man’s mood had soured the moment his wife had started her usual whining about that cheap trinket.
’Naive little bitch,’ he thought, jaw tight. Spotting a rickety merchant stall selling wooden toys, he fished out a few copper coins without a second thought and bought a simple spinning top—brightly painted, nothing fancy.
"Here, kid," he grunted, setting the boy down gently near the massive tree log where they had been standing moments ago. He ruffled the child’s hair once. "Play with this. Stay put. Papa’s got to find your mother."
The boy’s eyes lit up as he dropped to his knees, already spinning the top across the dirt with delighted squeals. The husband straightened, rolling his shoulders, and let out a long, irritated sigh.
"Where’d that bitch go?" he muttered under his breath, scanning the flickering bonfire light and the scattered families. Frustration coiled hot in his chest—his wife’s emotional, teary-eyed nonsense always turned every little festival into a damn drama. She got like this every time, soft-hearted and needy, expecting him to indulge her silly wants when they barely had enough for the boy. He turned on his heel, stomping away from the log, eyes sweeping the nearby trees and shadows.
Not there. Not by the stalls. Not anywhere obvious.
"Oi! Where are you, idiot?" he called out, voice rough and impatient as he pushed deeper into the wooded fringe bordering the clearing. His boots crunched over dry leaves and twigs. "Stop hiding like a damn child. We’ve got the boy waiting!"
He kept walking, muttering curses under his breath, when a sharp, rhythmic sound sliced through the night air.
PAH! PAH! PHACKK!
Flesh slapping flesh—loud, wet, relentless. Followed by a woman’s voice, broken and gasping, rising into the darkness like she was being split in two.
The husband froze mid-step, blinking hard. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips as heat stirred low in his gut. "Is someone railing a bitch here?" he whispered to himself, voice thick with sudden arousal. His cock twitched inside his worn pants at the raw sound of it. He crouched low, heart picking up, and crept closer, peering through a gap in the thick bushes and low branches.
What he saw made his eyes widen.
A thick, juicy ass—plump and rippling with every brutal impact—was clapping back hard against a massive cock plunging deep from behind. The woman was bent over at the waist, skirt hiked all the way up around her waist, her upper body braced against the rough bark of a tree.
Her head hung low, drool spilling from her open mouth onto the ground in shiny strands, hands clawing desperately at the trunk for any kind of support.
The man behind her was a towering wall of muscle, his powerful hips slamming forward so fast the motion blurred, each thrust driving that fat cock balls-deep into her stretched pussy like he was trying to wreck it completely.
PAH! PAH! PHACKK! PAH!
The woman’s moans spilled out in a shattered, overwhelmed mess, voice high and trembling, every word laced with helpless pleasure and those little heart-shaped gasps that made her sound like some festival whore lost in ecstasy.
"A-Ahhhn♡♡ It... it h-hurts so much♡ W-Wait... p-please♡ Someone... someone might s-see us♡ N-Noo♡ I-I’m... I’m losing my m-mind♡♡ Haaah♡♡ It’s too deep—ahhn!♡ My insides... they’re melting♡♡ PHACKK!♡"
Her thick thighs quivered violently, pussy juices squirting and dripping down her legs with every savage plunge.
The way her ass rippled and clapped back—obedient, greedy, completely overwhelmed by the searing intensity—made it clear she was getting destroyed in the best way possible.
The man’s grip on her wide hips was iron-tight, pulling her back onto his cock like she weighed nothing, hips blurring faster and harder.
"Shit," the husband breathed, eyes glued to the scene, his own cock now rock-hard and throbbing painfully against his pants.
"Is he gonna destroy her cunt or something?" A low chuckle escaped him, dark and aroused. The woman’s cries sounded... vaguely familiar, like a distant echo of a voice he knew, but the broken, heart-filled moans and the way she was sobbing in pleasure twisted it beyond recognition.
He shook his head slowly, a mix of lust and guilt twisting in his chest.
"Nah... Wait, don’t I also have a thick wife?" he muttered, hand unconsciously pressing against the bulge in his pants. "Should I fuck her like that sometime...?"
The thought hit him with a sharp pang of guilt almost immediately.
His wife? No chance. She was too emotional, too shy, too damn proper to ever spread her legs and take it like this bitch was—moaning like a total slut, ass clapping, drooling all over a tree while getting her pussy pounded into oblivion.
She’d probably cry and push him away before he even got halfway.
He glanced back toward the festival clearing for a split second—just to make sure the boy was still happily playing with his new toy—then looked back at the raw, filthy scene unfolding before him. His breathing grew ragged.
Slowly, almost shamefully, he tugged his pants down just enough to free his aching cock, wrapping his rough hand around it.
Stroke... stroke...
He started pumping himself in time with the brutal PAH! PAH! PHACKK! rhythm, eyes never leaving the couple.
The woman’s broken, heart-laced moans grew louder, more desperate, her body shaking like she was about to shatter.
"Ahhn♡♡ T-Too rough... I-I can’t—haaaah♡♡ My pussy... it’s breaking♡ No wait—PHACKK!♡ I’m... I’m c-cumming again♡♡ Don’t stop... but someone will hear—ahhn!♡♡"
Completely unaware that the thick-assed woman getting her cunt absolutely ruined was his own wife, the husband jerked himself faster, lost in the filthy voyeuristic thrill, a low groan building in his throat as he watched the stranger destroy her like she was made for it.
’Shit... impregnant that bitch... man!’