The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Mistaken [E]

Christine’s pink asshole struggled to take the dildo, its folds stretched open, turning smooth and flat. The cold metal mercilessly thrust into the center, while her well-fucked pussy below eagerly squeezed his cock, juices gushing out and soaking his balls.

Adrian thrust his hips forward, fucking Christine’s pussy hard and fast. Then, he grabbed the base of the dildo and, using the juices from her pussy, forcefully twisted the thick metal rod.

Christine almost instantly broke down, screaming incoherently through the cloth in her mouth. Her asshole had just started to adapt to the head of the dildo, but the metal twisted relentlessly, grinding against her untouched, delicate insides.

Her waist, belly, arms, and calves all tensed up in pain, contracting tightly. Her pussy clenched hard, the walls wrapping tightly around his cock, as if trying to squeeze out his cum. Adrian moaned and thrust forcefully, burying his thick cockhead deep into her pussy. The upward curve of his cockhead pressed against her tender flesh, almost reaching the dildo in her asshole.

Her pussy, already sensitive from the recent orgasm, couldn’t handle the intense stimulation and quickly orgasmed again. A flood of juices gushed from deep within her pussy, washing over his cockhead, as if thousands of tiny mouths were sucking and licking him.

He abruptly pulled the dildo out of Christine’s asshole and tossed it aside. His wet cock slipped out of her pussy, and he lowered his hips, his hot cock easily sliding into her asshole.

“Mmm —”

Christine let out a muffled scream, tears and saliva streaming down her face.

The pain was unbearable.

Her limbs trembled, and the bindings on her wrists left purple marks. The bathrobe in her mouth was soaked with saliva, dripping onto the sheets. Tears flowed down her cheeks, staining the black cloth. She wanted to resist, to escape, but could only let out muffled sobs as the man invaded her deepest parts.

Her asshole was incredibly tight, and as soon as Adrian thrust into it, he let out a low groan. His arms, braced against the bed, bulged with veins. He panted, tightening the strap around her waist, forcing her to lift her butt higher. Meanwhile, he swayed his hips gently, his cock circling inside her asshole, pushing deeper with each thrust.

Though both her asshole and pussy were tight, the sensation of fucking them was completely different. Her pussy was like a mouth, sucking and pulling, cooperating when his cock entered and reluctantly letting go when it withdrew. Her asshole, however, felt like a wet, hot passage, never-ending, inviting him to thrust deeper and harder.

Christine thought she might die on the bed, the tearing pain making her entire body tense, her calves almost cramping. But it wasn’t long before a strange pleasure began to spread from deep within her, a sensation even more intense than a vaginal orgasm. She could feel the heat rising from her intestinal walls as his thick cockhead rubbed against them.

This feeling was too strange; Christine didn’t know if it was psychological or physical. Being fucked in the ass for the first time, her body actually felt pleasure, mixed with the dull pain, causing her mind to oscillate between confusion and emptiness.

Her consciousness resisted, but her body reveled in the pleasure, almost to the point of tears.

Adrain scooped up the limp woman from the bed and dragged her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and the hot steam reddened Christine’s skin. She could no longer stand, her mouth slightly open, her tongue sticking out, her entire weight leaning against Adrian, emitting soft, animal-like moans.

He looked down and saw the asshole he had just deflowered slightly open, leaking milky semen that flowed down into her red, swollen pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen from being fucked, hanging there pitifully.

He found a stool and made the unsteady Christine sit on it to wash herself. The warm water splashed onto her body, covered in red marks. She looked up blankly, her eyes still blindfolded, her usually calm face flushed with desire. Water flowed down her nose and the corner of her mouth, and she stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

A pure slut.

Adrian gazed at Christine intently, and after washing her, he pushed her against the sink, pressing one hand on her neck to make her face the mirror. With his other hand, he gripped her slender waist and thrust his hips forward, inserting his cock into her pussy once again.

Her pussy had been thoroughly fucked and was no longer tight. The soft, swollen flesh welcomed his cock obediently, as if it had been molded to fit him perfectly. This time, after just a few thrusts, Christine, who had been limp, suddenly began to tremble violently. The tremors started in her belly and spread to her arms and thighs. Her ample breasts, bound and confined, shook wildly under the light. She thrashed her head madly, her mouth emitting short, choked sobs.

Adrian removed the cloth from Christine’s face and looked at her reflection in the steamy mirror. He saw her hair plastered to her face, the chaotic tracks of dried and fresh tears, her red nose, and her eyes rolling back uncontrollably.

Finally, she collapsed completely, as if her bones had been removed, falling back against Adrian’s body.

Adrian did not support her, so she slid down, his cock slipping out of her pussy. The hard head of his cock acted like a hook, scraping against her inner walls as it exited with a pop.

Christine fell to the floor, her legs spread wide, her hair disheveled.

He then heard a sound different from the shower. The next second, he saw a puddle of liquid spreading out from where she sat on the tile floor, growing larger before being washed away by the hot water from the shower.

She peed.

She had been fucked so intensely that she peed herself, after countless orgasms this night.

*

Christine had lost all sense of time. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep, but the soft, clean sheets beneath her couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure surging through her lower body, keeping her suspended between sleep and wakefulness.

Everything around her felt light and dreamy, as if she were in a beautiful dream.

There was a man embracing her, caressing her chest, and manipulating her lower body. His broad chest pressed against hers—was it Ethan?

Yes, it must be Ethan, it can only be Ethan, the man she loved the most.

Christine reached out her hand, smiling happily, and hugged the man in front of her. She lifted her lower body to accommodate his thrusts, then raised her face to kiss her husband’s lips.

Adrian turned his head to avoid Christine’s kiss, and the next second, he grabbed her by the neck.

The man’s face darkened with an unnamed anger rising from within. Clearly, she had mistaken him for Ethan.

“…Who am I?”

Adrian tightened his grip on her neck, his voice cold.

He squeezed hard, the veins on his arm bulging. Christine probably couldn’t breathe, so she tried to pry his hand away. Her movements were weak, her limbs soft and powerless, as if she were flirting with him.

“Who am I?” Adrian asked again. This time, he released her neck, but in contrast, his hot cock swelled inside her, the veins throbbing, as if to burn her pussy.

After a powerful thrust, Christine finally regained her senses. She first felt the pain in her neck, then realized she had no memory of what she had just done or said. Under the man’s brutal gaze and cold voice, her eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, “Adrian…”

Adrian’s anger grew even stronger.

His anger wasn’t because Christine had almost kissed him, but because she had mistaken him for his brother.

How dare she?

He roughly grabbed Christine’s soft, limp body, flipped her over, spread her legs, and forcefully thrust into her swollen pussy. The juices from her pussy were fucked out, only to be replaced by new fluids, mixing with the previous juices and semen, creating a thick, white foam.

Amidst the loud slapping of their bodies, Christine could only gasp for breath, unable to make any other sound.