Capítulo 21: Chapter 21
While muttering those words, Peter began to rub the massive cock against the girl's lips, making sure to coat the length with those feminine juices. As her lower lips kissed his manhood in such a way, he could feel as if the girl was breathing heavily and deeply and her face was fully red. Such a cute expression that made it hard for him to keep this act.
Felicia didn't have a breeding kink, so this was something that would not put her in the mood. Actually, she hated the idea of having a kid, but she would indulge this teenager with this fantasy. "As if a pathetic dick like yours could get me pregnant. Can you untie me so I can get a fertilization treatment? Maybe then you will have a tiny chance," she teased back even if her body felt strange. The girl couldn't stop looking at those massive balls, and her lower belly felt hot; her womb was throbbing almost as if she was thirsty for that man's seed.
"Well, time to fuck that bratty smile out of your face," Spiderman finally said, ready to have sex with a strange for the first time in his life. Well, a human strange since Venom technically filled that category.
As the massive cock pressed against her clit, almost pushing it back into its hood, he began to push deeper. Both let out a soft moan as the man took his time to conquer each inch of that hole, pressing and pushing, stretching those wet walls apart with each second that passed. Eventually, he reached the end of the road—that fleshy ring that was the entrance of Felicia's womb. With a few more centimeters out of that pussy, Peter pushed and made the cat finally squeal as the bitch she was, howling as it was a little bit painful, but the pleasure was equal if not better.
A loud purr escaped the lips of the woman, as this felt like pure heaven. (Holy shit, this hurts soooooooo good.) It was like that time when she tried to masturbate for the first time with that mechanical toothbrush and accidentally broke her hymen. What started as just an experiment ended with a routine that she made each day, and this felt exactly the same. A new frontier of pleasure just opened in front of her.
Felicia curled her fingers and arched her back, her face twisted in a grimace of pure pleasure with her tongue out at her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Idiot! You are too deep!" She managed to mutter and then closed one, trying to fake an expression of hate, but the smile on her face betrayed her act.
"Fuck, your cunt is so wet; do you want to be a mother so much?!" Peter snarled with an aggressive tone, his hands pressing those big and fat tits. They were his toys to play around with, and it seemed that the cat was enjoying this as much as he was.
It took Felicia a second to recover from the shock, but finally, she could keep the act going. "Shut up!" She yelled, trying to sound aggressive, but her body betrayed her. Each touch of that goo, those hands, and cock was giving her the time of her life. She didn't even care about escaping anymore.
The man began to move slowly, in and out of that moist cunt to enjoy that hole and give her some time to get ready for what was going on. Long and deep strokes made sure to almost take his cock out of Felicia right before pushing all the way back to her cervix. Each second of this methodical reforging of the girl cunt was weaving this web of precum and female fluids on the entrance of that perfectly trimmed hole.
As the minutes passed, Peter slowly increased the speed, making Felicia moan louder as a result. With the sound of both bodies clapping and the raw stench of sex filling the construction site, they had forgotten about silly stuff like getting caught mating like animals in public. The duo only cared for each other's bodies while turning into nothing more than two perverts.
"Hmp, for a girl hating this, you are moaning nice and loud!" Peter teased her with a cocky tone. With his balls getting heavier each second that it passed, that cunt would soon be bleached white.
Felicia tried to grit her teeth and moan loudly as her hair was becoming a mess of white strands covering her face, soaked in tears, snot, and saliva. "Ah! I had better!" She lied while getting the fuck of her life.
Peter would not allow this, and he slapped her face and grabbed her neck. "Liar, come on, give in. I know that you want to get pregnant and get fucked like this for your life. Pumping my kids over and over," he exclaimed, his firm grip demanding a proper answer from this girl as his hips were having fun with her more honest part.
"Becoming your bitch? Keep dreaming . . ." Felicia muttered as the firm grip on her neck made her cunt clench harder. Getting dominated this way was making the heat in her loins reach the boiling point.
"Maybe I should be a little more romantic?" The man said, and then he opened his maw. The sight of dozens of sharp fangs froze the girl for a second, but then she was assaulted by the thick pink tendril that was Peter's tongue.
The tentacle broke into her mouth and began to kiss in such a way that one could see the bulge in her throat. Each inch of her face was now getting molested by the salty and black saliva of the tongue. More than a kiss, this was similar to having a dick in her mouth.
("Why is his tongue so long?! He is facefucking me!") The woman's eyes were wide open as this feeling—the mixture of having both of her lower and upper lips fucked at the same time—was mind-melting. She was giving in and starting to fantasize about a life in which this was an everyday occasion.
As the girl was running out of breath after a few minutes, Peter decided to give her some time to breathe. "You are a kissing slut? Interesting!" He exclaimed with a sadistic tone.
The girl let out a loud gasp, trying to get some air back into her lungs before answering. "I am NO-" Before Felicia could refute those words, the tendril was back in her mouth. The sheer pleasure of this was making her into a nasty slut, no longer caring about saving face; she just wanted more from that man.
("Fuck, I may be a kissing slut . . .") The girl thought for herself before her mind was just pure thoughts about the throbbing cock in her loins and the tendril in her throat.
Peter reached the peak of his speed; his hips were moving in short and fast bursts, almost as if his cock was not moving at all. It was a constant pumping that drilled the entrance of that woman as he could feel her cunt strangling his cock and shaking, making it clear that she was also about to be done. He was feeling his balls filled to the brim and Venom's tendrils making sure that his load would be extremely potent. Meanwhile, Felicia was experiencing getting her womb crushed for the first time—such a powerful sensation that was taking her to the brink of her climax. The girl could feel it—something like that she had never experienced before about to explode.
"Almost there!" Felicia squealed in the few seconds that Peter let her breathe. With her face covered in that thick saliva and her own tears, she was a mess since now both her upper and lower lips were completely drenched in fluids.
"Ready to get pregnant?!" Peter grunted, crushing her into the pillar as he was ready to take her.
For that brief moment, she began to believe that the man was actually trying to breed her. It was an aura around him—his movement, his sheer ferocity—he wasn't fucking her just for pleasure; he was destroying her cunt to fertilize her eggs. "You fucking freak! You are really planning to get me pregnant?!!" Felicia purred, her mind and cunt giving in as she relaxed her cervix to give Peter full ownership of her womb.
"You finally get it? Now get breed!" Peter yelled, taken over by his sheer lust and desires. With those final words, he went balls deep into the woman, and his cock head finally pierced into her womb.
Peter let out a loud grunt that made the girl shake to her core. He clenched his massive balls and drained his seed deep into that conquered womb. Burst after burst of thick spunk came out of his cock and just filled that pussy. So much was the massive load that it even managed to overflow the slit and began to drop over the floor.
The second that the boiling seed touched the sensitive wall flesh of Felicia's chalice, she came. With a loud howl of pure pleasure, she arched her back and squirted all over the boy; each shot made her scream and moan while pulling out her tongue. The strength of the climax was so great that even her eyes rolled out the back of her head as her nervous system couldn't understand this level of pleasure, so it went into overload for a few seconds.
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