Chapter 446 - : 446 : Lysandra’s Loving Ride!
Aiden sat cross-legged, his powerful frame relaxed but commanding. His massive cock stood proudly upright — twelve inches of thick, wrist-girth, heavily veined, muscular shaft, the fat flared head glistening with pre-cum. It twitched occasionally, hungry for the next wife.
Lysandra, Princess of the Grimclaw goblin kingdom, sat infront of him with graceful, princess-like poise. She had left everything for this man — her throne, her people, her entire world — to follow her first love, her husband, into the human capital. And she had never once regretted it.
She wore the new dress: an elegant cream-colored gown that clung to her voluptuous goblin body like a second skin. The high neckline rose in soft vertical pleats to a delicate scalloped collar that framed her throat with regal grace. The tightly pleated bodice stretched taut and strained over her enormous, heavy breasts, the fabric hugging every curve and making her already massive chest look even more impossibly full and prominent. Long, flowing sleeves with intricate lace cuffs draped elegantly down her arms. A braided belt cinched her slim waist before the skirt billowed out in luxurious, soft pleats that draped beautifully over her wide hips and thick thighs, the entire garment both princess-like and deeply sensual on her pale-green frame.
Her long golden-blonde hair cascaded like sunlight down her back and over one shoulder. Her large crimson eyes glowed with love and growing heat. Her pointed ears twitched with anticipation. Her pale-green skin, seemed to shimmer in the dim light.
Aiden smiled up at her, that warm, possessive smile that always made her melt.
"Come here, Ly, my princess," he said softly.
Lysandra didn’t hesitate. She straddled his lap, facing him, her thick thighs spreading wide around his waist, the full skirt of her new dress bunching up and pooling around them both like cream-colored clouds. Her legs wrapped securely around his back. She was already breathing faster.
"Husband..." she whispered, voice still carrying that graceful, princess-like lilt even as her red eyes darkened with need. "I’ve been waiting all evening..."
She leaned in and kissed him.
It started slow, loving, tender. Her full lips pressed to his, soft and warm. Her hands rose to thread gently through his hair, fingers stroking, holding him close as if she never wanted to let go. She smiled into the kiss — a genuine, happy smile — and moaned softly, the sound sweet and feminine.
Aiden’s hands settled on her body. One large palm rested on the small of her back, holding her steady. The other slid between them and began rubbing slow, loving circles over her still-flat pregnant tummy. The slight, firm roundness there — the proof that she carried his child — made his cock twitch hard against her.
"My beautiful Ly," he murmured against her lips between kisses. "You left your entire kingdom for me... gave up your throne... and now you’re carrying my baby. I love you so much, Ly."
She moaned again, deeper this time, and kissed him harder. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, dancing with his. Her hips gave a tiny, instinctive roll, grinding the soaked crotch of her panties against the thick underside of his massive cock through the bunched fabric of her dress.
Aiden’s hand on her tummy drifted lower for a moment, then back up, still rubbing gentle circles as he kissed her. His other hand slid up her side, cupping one of her enormous breasts through the pleated bodice. The sheer size of it overflowed his palm — heavy, soft, warm. He squeezed gently, feeling the way the tight fabric strained.
Lysandra gasped into the kiss, her pointed ears flicking. "Husband... your hands feel so good on me..."
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down the elegant column of her neck. He kissed the sensitive skin there, then nipped lightly at the pointed tip of her ear. Lysandra shivered violently, a high, needy moan slipping out.
"Aiden... oh..."
Her hands tightened in his hair. She was still trying to be graceful, still the princess — but her body was already betraying her. Her hips rolled again, more deliberately this time, dragging her dripping pussy along the length of his thick shaft.
Aiden’s hands roamed freely now. He squeezed both of her massive breasts, thumbs brushing over the hard nipples that poked visibly through the cream fabric. He gripped her wide hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, pulling her down harder against his cock. He slid one hand under the bunched skirt and grabbed a handful of her plump ass, squeezing possessively.
"You’re so perfect," he praised, voice low and rough with desire. "This new dress looks incredible on you... but I think it’s going to get very messy tonight."
Lysandra’s red eyes fluttered. She was smiling, but the smile was turning hazy. "Then... make it messy, husband. I’m yours."
Aiden kissed her again — deeper, hungrier — while his hand slipped between her thighs under the skirt. He found the thin strip of her panties, already soaked through. With two fingers he pulled the fabric aside, exposing her hot, wet goblin pussy to the cool air of the chamber.
Lysandra moaned loudly into his mouth.
He didn’t rush. He kept kissing her, kept rubbing slow circles on her pregnant tummy with one hand while the other stroked her slick folds, teasing her entrance, circling her swollen clit. She was dripping, her juices coating his fingers.
"Husband... please..." she whispered, voice starting to crack. "I need you inside me. I’ve been aching all day..."
Aiden gripped the base of his massive cock and angled it upward. The fat, flared head — easily the size of a small fist — nudged against her entrance. Even just the tip pressing there made Lysandra’s breath hitch.
She looked down between them, red eyes wide, watching as he rubbed the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
"It’s so big..." she breathed, voice already turning needy. "Every time... it feels like the first time..."
"Take it slow, Ly," Aiden said gently, but there was steel beneath the kindness. "You know how deep I go."
Lysandra nodded, biting her lower lip. She rose up on her knees slightly, reached down with one delicate hand, and wrapped her fingers around his wrist-thick shaft. She could barely close her hand around it. The heat of him, the pulsing veins, the sheer girth made her whimper.
She positioned the fat head at her entrance and began to sink down.
The stretch was immediate and obscene.
Her pussy lips spread wide around the thick crown, straining to accommodate him. Lysandra’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as the head popped inside, stretching her entrance to its limit. Her inner walls clamped down hard, rippling around the invading girth.
"Ahh—! Husband... it’s splitting me open..." she moaned, voice already higher, needier.
Inch after thick, veiny inch disappeared into her. The dress’s skirt hid most of the view from the watching wives, but the way her flat tummy began to bulge outward slightly with every slow descent was unmistakable. Aiden’s massive cock was pushing deep — past where any normal man could reach — kissing the entrance to her womb and then pressing further.
Lysandra’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in. Her blonde hair fell forward like a golden curtain around them both. Her red eyes rolled back for a moment as another thick inch sank home.
"So deep... you’re already in my womb..." she gasped. "Husband... your cock is ruining your pregnant princess..."
Aiden groaned, hands gripping her wide hips tightly, guiding her descent. "That’s it, my love... take every inch. You were made for this. Made to take your husband’s cock."
When she finally bottomed out, her ass resting against his thighs, the full twelve inches buried inside her, the bulge in her lower belly was visible even through the bunched dress. Her pussy lips were stretched thin around the thick base of his shaft, glistening with her juices. She was panting, trembling, her enormous breasts heaving against the tight pleated bodice.
For a long moment she just sat there, impaled to the hilt, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, soft little "ah... ah..." sounds escaping her.
Then she started to move.
Slow at first — rolling her hips in a loving, grinding motion, stirring his cock deep inside her womb. The wet, obscene squelch of her pussy around his girth filled the space between them. Her dress rustled with every movement.
Aiden’s hands never stopped roaming. He squeezed her hips, then slid up to cup and lift her massive breasts, freeing them completely after pulling off the scalloped collar over her head. The heavy globes spilled out, pale green skin flushed darker with arousal, dark nipples stiff and begging. He squeezed them, kneaded them, rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers.
Lysandra moaned like a bitch in heat.
Her graceful princess demeanor was gone. Her red eyes were glassy, her pointed ears twitching wildly, her hips starting to bounce. She rode him with growing desperation, lifting up until only the fat head remained inside before slamming back down, taking every veiny inch to the root.
"Fuck—! Husband’s cock... it’s kissing my womb every time... ahh! I love it! I love being your slutty goblin wife!"
The watching wives on the bed shifted restlessly. Soft moans and the wet sounds of fingers fucking pussies grew louder. One of them — perhaps Serica — whimpered openly as she watched Lysandra’s belly bulge with every deep drop.
Aiden didn’t look at them. His entire focus was on the beautiful goblin princess riding his cock like she was trying to fuse their bodies together.
He thrust up to meet her, powerful hips driving his wrist-thick shaft even deeper. The head battered against the back of her womb with every stroke. Lysandra’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched cries.
"Yes! Yes! Deeper, husband! Use your pregnant princess! I left everything for this cock — for you! Fuck me like I’m your personal goblin cocksleeve!"
Aiden growled, one hand sliding back to her pregnant tummy, rubbing it possessively while the other gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks. He bounced her on his lap faster, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder.
"Look at you," he praised, voice rough. "So beautiful in this dress... tits out, pussy stretched around my cock, belly bulging with how deep I am... and you’re still my perfect princess. The one who gave up a kingdom to be my wife."
Lysandra’s inner walls clamped down violently at his words. Her whole body shook.
"I’m cumming—! Husband, I’m cumming on your huge cock! Ahh—! Ahh—! Don’t stop—!"
She came hard, pussy gushing around his thick shaft, juices squirting out around the tight seal of her stretched entrance and soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them. Her red eyes rolled back completely, tongue lolling slightly as she moaned like a bitch in heat, body convulsing on his lap. Her massive breasts bounced wildly with every aftershock.
Aiden held her through it, still thrusting slowly, drawing out every ripple of her orgasm.
When she finally started to come down, panting and whimpering, he kissed her deeply, swallowing her soft moans.
"Good girl," he murmured against her lips. "My perfect, devoted wife."
Lysandra smiled dazedly, red eyes glassy with love and lust. She was still impaled on his cock, still gently rocking her hips.
"More, husband..." she whispered, voice hoarse. "I want you to fill me. I want to feel your cum flooding my womb while the others watch... please..."
Aiden’s control finally snapped.
He gripped her hips with both hands and started fucking her in earnest — powerful upward thrusts that made her entire body jolt. The bed creaked. Her dress was now thoroughly rumpled and damp. Her heavy tits bounced in his face with every thrust. He leaned forward and sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth, biting gently.
Lysandra screamed in pleasure, hands fisting in his hair.
"Yes! Suck them! Fuck your pregnant goblin princess! Make me your breeding slut! I love you — I love your cock — I love being yours!"
Her second orgasm hit even harder. She squirted again, soaking them both, her pussy spasming and milking his cock desperately.
Aiden buried himself to the hilt one final time and came with a deep groan.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted straight into her womb. Because he reached so deep, every pulse flooded directly past her cervix. Her already bulging tummy grew even rounder as he pumped load after load inside her. Some of the excess cum was forced out around his thick shaft, leaking down his balls and onto the sheets in messy white rivulets.
Lysandra moaned brokenly the entire time, eyes rolled back, body shaking through another climax triggered by the feeling of being so thoroughly filled.
When the last spurts finally subsided, she collapsed forward against his chest, still impaled on his twitching cock. Her enormous breasts pressed warmly against him. Her blonde hair spilled everywhere. She was panting, trembling, completely blissed out.
Aiden wrapped his arms around her, one hand gently rubbing her now slightly rounded pregnant tummy, the other stroking her back through the rumpled dress.
"I love you, Ly," he whispered into her pointed ear. "My princess. My wife. The mother of my child."
She nuzzled into his neck, voice soft and sated but still carrying that loving tone.
"I love you more, husband... I’d leave the kingdom a thousand times over for this... for you..."
Aiden smiled against her hair, then captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with fresh hunger.
"We’re not done yet, Ly."
Before she could speak, he rolled them over with controlled strength. Lysandra gasped as her back met the silk sheets, her body now pinned beneath his much larger frame. He never pulled out — not even an inch. His massive, cum-slick cock stayed buried to the hilt inside her as he settled on top of her in a deep missionary position, his weight pressing her down into the mattress.
Her legs were spread wide around his hips, the ruined cream-colored dress bunched up around her waist. Her enormous breasts, still marked from earlier, rose and fell rapidly beneath him. Aiden braced himself on his forearms, caging her in completely, and looked down at her with a possessive, almost feral glint in his eyes.
Then he started to move.
He fucked her mercilessly.
There was no slow build-up this time. His hips snapped forward in hard, deep, punishing thrusts, driving his thick twelve-inch cock straight into her already flooded womb with every stroke. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into her cum-filled pussy echoed through the chamber. Each thrust forced more of his previous load to leak out around his shaft, soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
Lysandra’s crimson eyes flew wide.
"H-Husband—! Wait—! Ahh—! At least pull out first...! You already came so much inside me... you made me cum so many times already... it’s too much—! Ahh!"
But Aiden only growled and fucked her harder.
He slammed into her without mercy, the bed creaking loudly under the force of his thrusts. His heavy balls slapped against her with every brutal stroke. He leaned down and sucked one of her stiff nipples into his mouth, biting and pulling on it while he pounded her. Then he moved to her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking dark, possessive hickeys onto her pale green skin.
Lysandra moaned helplessly beneath him, her protests quickly melting into broken, desperate whimpers. Her hands clutched at his back, nails digging in as he used her.
"Shhh... take it, Ly," he murmured roughly against her neck between thrusts. "You’re still so fucking tight around me... still squeezing my cock like you were made for it. My perfect little goblin princess... I’m not pulling out. Not until I’ve fucked another thick load deep into this pretty womb."
He bit down on the side of her neck again, sucking hard enough to leave another mark, then soothed the spot with his tongue before moving back to her breasts. He sucked and licked at her sensitive nipples while his hips continued their merciless rhythm, driving his cock deeper and harder with every thrust.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure gathered in Lysandra’s eyes. Her body was shaking, overstimulated and sensitive from the multiple orgasms she’d already had, yet her hips were still rolling up to meet his brutal thrusts.
"Husband... you’re so mean... teasing me like this while you fuck me so hard..." she whimpered, voice hoarse. "Sucking on my tits... leaving hickeys all over my neck... I can’t—! I’m gonna cum again—!"
Aiden didn’t slow down for even a second. He fucked her straight through her next orgasm, pinning her down with his body as she came hard beneath him. Her pussy clamped and gushed around his thick cock, fresh squirt soaking his shaft and balls as she cried out beneath him.
He kept thrusting the entire time — deep, merciless, relentless — kissing her lips whenever she turned her head, sucking on her neck and breasts, leaving more dark hickeys across her skin. The overstimulation had her sobbing with pleasure, her legs trembling around his waist.
Only after she was a completely wrecked, trembling mess beneath him did Aiden finally slow his pace. He stayed buried deep inside her, gently grinding his hips in slow, deep circles while he kissed the fresh hickeys he’d left on her neck. But the slow grinding didn’t last long.
His breathing grew heavier. With a low growl, he started thrusting again — deep, powerful strokes that made Lysandra whimper beneath him. He fucked her through the overstimulation until his cock swelled even thicker inside her already flooded womb.
"I’m cumming again, Ly..." he groaned.
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted straight into her already overfilled womb. Because he reached so deep, every powerful pulse flooded directly past her cervix, overfilling her completely. Her flat pregnant tummy visibly bulged outward from the sheer amount of cum being pumped inside her. Some of the excess was forced out around his thick shaft, leaking down her ass and soaking the sheets even more.
Lysandra moaned brokenly beneath him, her body shaking as she felt herself being filled beyond capacity.
When the last heavy spurts finally stopped, Aiden leaned down and kissed her roughly — deep, possessive, almost bruising. He kissed her like he was claiming her all over again, tongue invading her mouth while his hand gently rubbed the new cum bulge on her tummy.
"Good girl... my perfect Ly," he praised between rough kisses. "You took every drop so beautifully. Look at this belly... so full of your husband’s cum. My beautiful pregnant goblin princess."
He finally pulled out of her with a wet sound, his massive cock still half-hard and glistening with their mixed fluids. Aiden sat up on the bed, crossing his legs comfortably, his back resting against the headboard. His cock stood thick and heavy between his thighs, still twitching.
He looked down at her with dark, satisfied eyes.
"Ly... come here and give your husband a blowjob."
Lysandra, still panting and dazed, nodded breathlessly. Her red eyes were glassy with exhaustion and lust. She slowly pushed herself up onto all fours, her ruined cream dress hanging loosely around her waist, her massive breasts swaying beneath her. She crawled forward until she was between his spread legs, then leaned down.
Her delicate hand wrapped around his thick, cum-slick cock. She gave it a few slow, teasing strokes, smearing their mixed juices along the veiny shaft while staring up at him the entire time. Her crimson eyes never left his face.
Then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
She sucked slowly at first, tongue swirling around the fat head, tasting both of them. Then she took him deeper — much deeper — until the thick head pushed past her throat. A visible bulge formed in her neck as she swallowed him down, taking him below her throat with practiced ease. She held herself there for a moment, eyes watering but locked on Aiden’s face the whole time, before pulling back and doing it again.
Aiden groaned, one hand gently resting on her head, fingers threading through her golden blonde hair.
"That’s it, Ly... just like that. Look at you... staring at me so sweetly while you choke on my cock. My perfect little princess... taking me so deep down your throat. You’re so good for me, baby."
Lysandra moaned around his cock at the praise, the vibration making him twitch in her throat. She kept her red eyes on his face the entire time, sucking him with slow, deep, devoted strokes — taking him into her throat again and again, saliva dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.
Aiden’s breathing grew ragged. His hand tightened gently in her hair.
"Fuck, Ly... I’m close. Don’t pull off... I want to cum down your throat."
She didn’t pull away. She took him as deep as she could, staring up at him with teary, adoring eyes as he came. Thick, hot cum flooded her mouth and throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some still leaked from the corners of her lips as he pumped load after load straight into her stomach.
When he finally finished, she slowly pulled off his cock with a wet pop, a thin string of cum and saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She was breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny, a few drops of cum still on her chin.
Aiden looked down at her, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"Good girl," he praised softly. "Now... turn around for me, Ly. On all fours. Wiggle that pretty ass toward your husband."
Lysandra, still panting and dazed, slowly turned around on the massive bed until she was on all fours. She lowered her chest slightly, arched her back, and obediently wiggled her plump ass toward Aiden, just as he had ordered. The ruined cream-colored dress was still bunched uselessly around her waist, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying beneath her, the fresh cum bulge in her tummy visible from the earlier creampie.
Aiden moved behind her like a predator. His large hands immediately grabbed both of her ass cheeks, gripping them hard. He squeezed roughly, fingers digging deep into the soft green flesh, spreading her open and kneading her possessively. Lysandra let out a soft, shaky moan at the rough treatment.
He positioned his thick, still-slick cock right against her tight pink asshole, rubbing the fat head up and down the entrance, smearing their mixed cum over it. Lysandra’s pointed ears twitched. She braced herself on her forearms, lowering her head, already knowing what was coming.
A low, hungry growl rumbled from Aiden’s chest.
"Ly... I’m coming home."
Lysandra moaned softly at his words, her voice hoarse but filled with need.
"Husband... come home... please..."
Aiden didn’t wait any longer.
He pushed forward, the thick head of his cock forcing its way past her tight ring. Lysandra gasped sharply, her fingers curling into the sheets as he stretched her open. Inch after thick, veiny inch sank into her ass until he was buried deep — straight into her intestine. The bulge in her lower belly shifted slightly from the sheer size of him filling her from behind.
"Fuck... so tight," Aiden groaned.
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
He started fucking her mercilessly.
His hips slammed forward in hard, deep, punishing thrusts, driving his massive cock straight into her guts with every stroke. The wet, filthy sounds of anal sex filled the room as he used her ass without restraint. Lysandra’s arms trembled, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her with every brutal thrust.
Aiden leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her as he continued pounding her. He kissed the back of her neck, then bit down hard enough to make her cry out, sucking another dark hickey onto her pale green skin. His mouth moved along her spine, kissing and licking a trail down her back while his cock never stopped slamming into her intestine.
"You feel that, Ly?" he growled against her skin between thrusts. "Your husband’s cock is rearranging your guts... and you’re still pushing this pretty ass back on me like a good little slut."
He reached beneath her and grabbed her massive breasts, squeezing them roughly from behind as he fucked her. His fingers pinched and tugged at her stiff nipples while his hips kept up their relentless pace. Then he straightened up again and brought his hand down hard on her right ass cheek with a loud, sharp smack.
Lysandra yelped, her body jolting forward from the impact. A bright red handprint bloomed across her green skin.
Aiden didn’t slow down. He spanked her again — harder — on the other cheek, then grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her stretched hole over and over.
"Such a perfect ass," he praised, voice rough. "Made to take your husband’s cock. Look at how it swallows me... greedy little goblin princess."
He leaned over her again, biting and sucking more hickeys along the back of her neck and shoulders while his cock drilled mercilessly into her depths. One hand stayed on her breast, squeezing and groping, while the other kept delivering hard, stinging slaps to her ass every few thrusts.
Lysandra was moaning nonstop now, her voice broken and desperate.
"Husband... it’s so deep... you’re fucking my guts so hard... ahh! Don’t stop—! Please don’t stop—!"
Aiden growled and fucked her even harder, the force of his thrusts making her entire body shake. He slapped her ass again, twice in quick succession, then grabbed her hips and yanked her back onto his cock with every forward thrust.
"You love this, don’t you?" he teased, biting the shell of her pointed ear. "Love when your husband uses your ass like a toy... filling your intestines while the others watch. Such a good wife... such a perfect breeding slut."
Lysandra could only whimper and nod, her arms shaking violently from the overwhelming sensation. Tears of pleasure gathered in her crimson eyes as he kept pounding her without mercy.
Aiden’s thrusts grew erratic. He was close.
He leaned over her one last time, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her chest, squeezing her breasts as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Gonna fill your guts now, Ly..."
With a deep groan, he came hard.
Thick, hot cum flooded directly into her intestine in heavy, powerful spurts. Because he was buried so deep, every pulse pumped straight into her guts, overfilling her. Lysandra moaned brokenly as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, her already cum-bulged tummy growing even rounder from the sheer amount being pumped into her ass.
Aiden kept thrusting slowly through his orgasm, grinding deep as he emptied every drop into her.
When he finally finished, Lysandra’s arms gave out completely.
She collapsed forward onto the bed, chest and face pressing into the sheets, her ass still raised and impaled on his cock. Her body trembled violently, completely spent. A soft, exhausted whimper escaped her lips.
"...I love you, Husband..." she mumbled, voice barely audible.
Her crimson eyes fluttered shut.
Within seconds, Lysandra had fallen asleep — still on her knees with her ass in the air, Aiden’s thick cock still buried deep inside her intestine, her body marked with hickeys, handprints, and cum.
Aiden stayed inside her for a long moment, gently stroking her back and the fresh cum bulge in her tummy. He leaned down and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss between her shoulder blades.
"Sleep well, my love," he whispered.
Only then did he slowly pull out of her ass with a wet sound. Thick cum immediately began leaking from her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.
Aiden watched the mess for a moment, then whispered to himself with a small smirk, "Such a waste..."
He reached into his inventory and pulled out a smooth, black butt plug he had bought from the system store. Without hesitation, he pressed the plug against her leaking asshole and pushed it in, sealing his cum inside her. Lysandra let out a soft, unconscious whimper as her hole was plugged shut.
Satisfied, Aiden gently pushed her hips downstore and pushed her until she was lying flat on her back. He pulled the blanket over her naked, marked body, tucking it around her shoulders. He leaned down and placed one last soft kiss on her forehead.
"Perfect," he murmured.
Then he sat back, looking around at the other wives still scattered across the massive bed.
He whispered under his breath, voice low and dark with anticipation.
"...Whom should I ruin next?"
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END OF Chapter : 446 : LYSANDRA’S LOVING RIDE!
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