Greed God chapter 155

March 29th 2016 Gemworld 2:00 PM EDT

I'd  like to claim I had some sort of suave response to that, like I shot  back with some cool retort, but I'll be honest. I just kind of gaped.  First of all. Tits. Which, you know, exposure or not, are always fun.  Secondly, milf tits. Which I had much LESS exposure to, and which  honestly I lusted after a bit more than tight teen jugs, something about  older women just got my engine running, and Mordiel was a hell of a  woman.

Lastly, they were...really nice tits. Fat but  perky, jiggly in a way that made my mouth water, with sweet strawberry  milk nipples that were perfectly sized for the huge fun bags. I drooled  for a bit. Sue me. Eventually though, I got back to the business at hand  and tried to get into character. Clearing my throat, I tried to look as  uncomfortable as possible without actually averting my eyes, because I  wanted to fucking gorge my vision on those works of art.

It  wasn't just milf tits though. Mordiel was a C-ranker. Unlike some of  the less holistic methods of ranking up, bloodline nobles seemed to just  get qualitatively better as they ranked up, and apparently the logic  applied to their whole bodies. Still, I made myself keep a calm and even  tone as I finally asked. "Auntie, I'm not sure what you're doing, but  please put your dress back on. It's my wedding day."

As  much as I wanted to fuck her, Amy was my ticket home. I wasn't going to  endanger my wedding and my subsequent meal ticket for pussy, no matter  how fucking scrumptious it probably was. Mordiel flicked a wrist, and  the bolts on the door all slammed home, locking it tight and trapping us  in here together. The motion put some serious bounce in those mommy  milkers, and I appreciated it.

"Don't insult my  intelligence, boy." Her voice was a soft purr. "You aren't as convincing  as you think. Amaya might buy your fairy tale prince act, but I can see  the lust in your eyes. You're a ravenous little beast. A rutting animal  constantly on the hunt for willing flesh. Did you think it would go  unnoticed what you've been doing to the little Emerald princess? We're  responsible for her safety while she attends the wedding. We watch her  regularly."

Ah. Well, shit. I hadn't considered that. I  kept my poker face up, but decided to cut some of the bullshit.  "Assuming that was true, what's your motivation for this little scene.  As much as I'd love to assume that you're just unable to resist my fat  dragon dick, the timing here is suspicious. I mean, it's my literal  wedding day. You expect me to believe you're willing to take a risk like  this for a good pounding?"

She giggled at that. "Oh good,  you aren't an idiot. I already said, boy. I want you to give me a  child. With Amaya gone the line of succession defaults to me, but only  if Graciel dies, which she won't. If I have a baby then I'll have  priority in the line of succession. I can use that to oust her from  power. Continuity is important in royal lines. Being able to hold the  throne would help me prepare it for my own child, and should be what I  need to get rid of her. Don't worry, you won't be expected to raise the  baby. You've got a powerful and useful bloodline but you aren't an  Amethyst, and you have no dynasty to lay claim to my heir."

"Well."  I said carefully. "That's...understandable. I suppose. But why would I  want you to be in charge here? You're Amy's aunt but you aren't a fan of  hers. It would be stupid to help someone take the throne who won't work  in my own interests or that of my wife. Not to mention the trouble that  I'll have to deal with when Amy finds out."

Mordiel  reached up to toy with a nipple, tugging and twisting it until it  hardened as I watched hungrily. "I have no reason to do so. You'll be  taking her away so she won't be my problem, and she won't find out until  you get back. But really, we both know why you're going to do this. We  both know that you can't say no. That you don't even want to." She  grinned at me dirtily. "Do you want me to say it out loud?"

I  swallowed, nodding. And she shuddered a bit in lust. "Gods yes. You  want me because I'm strong, and beautiful, and planting your seed in me  would be a triumph. But most importantly." She stepped forward, walking  towards me with a hip swaying gait that bounced those fat tits  enticingly as she leaned up to whisper in my ear. "You want to breed me  today. To take my royal cunt and leave your spawn to take root inside me  as you look down at me from the altar next to my sweet innocent little  niece. Impregnate me, beast. Rut me into submission so you can stare  down at me as your pretty little wife says I do and know your child  grows inside me."

Her back hit the wall so hard the  fucking rocks cracked as I tore the rest of her dress off. She gave a  happy squeal that didn't fit with her regal image as I reached down to  manhandle my cock free, barely with enough presence of mind not to just  tear my pants off as I shoved myself into her without a single second of  hesitation or prep. She cooed in exultation as I bottomed out. "Oh  there he is. Whose my good boy? Are you going to help your poor old  auntie get the baby she wants darling?"

Her eyes were  unfocused with lust, and they almost crossed when I pulled out and  shoved back in. This world was fucking amazing for my sex life. I'd had  vibrating pussy, magic soul pussy, virgin pussy, even princess pussy.  All of that faded away as that royal cunt clamped down on me like a  fucking vice. Mordiel was a goddamn bear trap, she was so tight I was  pretty sure it would have literally injured me if I hadn't been a  dragon.

Her cunt was so hot it was just shy of painful,  and her muscles gripped and squeezed at me almost violently. I suddenly  realized the other reason she probably needed me. This fucking cunt was  dangerous. Pussy like this could kill a man. As a dragon I was probably  better equipped (pun intended) to hammer this uppity bitch to happy town  than any other man in the kingdom. Bloodlines upgraded bodies, but not  all the same. The dragon bloodlines had always been physically hardier.

I  was almost sweating at the tension of being inside her, and Mordiel's  eyes focused on me as she reached up to gently stroke my cheek, cooing  mockingly. "Is this too much sweetling? Is my little beast too gentle  and sensitive for auntie's needy old twat? If you can't handle it I can  find someone else. I don't want to injure my sweet boy." Her voice was  dripping with mockery and challenge and I snarled, yanking away and  spinning her around, shoving her over and letting that fat milfy cake  stick up in the air as I shoved back in from behind.

She  hissed with glee as I dug my fingertips, now claws into her fat royal  ass with a grunt, slamming myself all the way down before pulling out  and hammering it back in, battering the back of her uppity royal cunt.  She grunted in exultation at the sensation and I picked up speed. "You  mouthy old whore. You think you can talk to me like that? You think I'm  some fucking pet you can just play with how you feel like it." I  channeled my blodline into my body, augmenting my physical power so I  could smash my hips into her fat jiggly ass even harder.

'Yes!"  She crowed. "This isn't enough you little beast. Those pathetic  simpering nobles can't even withstand my cunt, I need a beast. I need to  bred by an animal. Rut me you little bastard. This is how a true  princess earns her throne, riding a fucking dragon." She giggled madly.  "I suppose it's a bit backwards though. My dragon shoves his tower  inside of me. At least if he can fucking stand it."

I  groaned as I forced myself to take her even harder. "You fucking bitch.  This fucking poison pussy could kill a man. You crush all those  simpering noble boys with this fucking death cunt? Did you think you  could do the same to me?" I was smashing into her fucking cervix like a  battering ram, and the fucking razors edge of pain and absolute ecstasy I  was on was making it hard for me to focus on anything but ruining this  arrogant whore.

She squealed with excitement. "I've been  empty so long baby. None of them could do it. None of them could fill  me. I wouldn't let those limp dicks put a baby in me. I could have been  trying for years, but if a man wants my womb he has to fucking take it.  Take my womb darling. Claim the fucking treasure and put a baby in your  bitch princess. Give me that fucking dragon nut!"

This  was, understandably, hot for me. I would have fucked her harder but I  was incapable of shoving my cock into her vicious scalding twat with any  more force as I was. It was plenty though, her cunt was being battered  into shape, getting more and more perfect with every fucking smash of my  hips against that fat pillowy ass. Watching those thick white cheeks  cave in under the impact of my fucking as she screamed for more was  about the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and the sensations made it even  better.

I was acclimating to the tightness and heat, to  the sopping scalding furnace of her cunt, and every blow against her  cervix made her insides feel just a little more friendly to me, I was  fucking making myself at home in this bitch. She looked over her  shoulder with a fuck drunk grin, her teeth shining at she sneered  happily. "Remember this feeling darling. When you're having slow  passionate sex with my sweet little niece. Remember auntie's perfect  hungry pussy. She'll never be as good as me. She'll never take you this  hard."

I yanked up on her hair, crushing her mouth against  mine. "You fucking cunt. You love the idea of stealing her baby don't  you? Of being able to tell her someday that her husband mounted and bred  you on her wedding day? You're a dick fucking bitch you know that?" She  fucked like a godsdamned rock star though. If this was a linear  progression I needed to start upgrading my girls again, because this was  the most intense fuck I'd ever had.

She cackled. "Poor  little Amaya, mommy's little treasure. She gets everything she wants.  Well not this time. I'm getting her man's seed in my cunt. I'm getting  the baby she won't have until years from now. Enjoy my wedding gift  darling, a fertile royal pussy to impregnate on your big day. Tell me  how it feels."

I didn't respond to the question. It was  pointless anyway. That violent fuck machine cunt of hers was milking me  just right and I finally slammed all the way into her and nutted,  dumping the thickest, most vital load I could possibly manage into her  sweet milf pussy as I focused on Eros and Psyche and made sure that this  load would fertilize. She squealed with delight as she came at the  sensation of being filled, rippling around me like a fucking exploding  sun as she milked the cum from my balls. I let go and staggered back,  patting her on the ass as I stumbled over to a chair. Huh, probably  should have thought that through, but oh well, at the very least I'd  have an in with this feisty bitch next time I was in town. I wanted  seconds.