Page 56 of Thicker Than Blood

She cried out my name, clutching my neck and shoulders as she came. I held her tight before smashing into her with the last few hard thrusts before I gave into the intense sensations, closing my eyes as my cum spilt into her asshole while it clamped down on me, milking the rest of my cum out.

The vibrations continued as we gasped in our mutual orgasm. I touched her damp hairline, soothing her, yanking the snout off to claim her lips and ravage her mouth. I savoured the feel of every last drop of my cum emptying out in her. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and I deepened our kiss delving into the inner recesses of her mouth, trying to devour her.

When I pulled back her lips were pink and wet, her eyes bright with love until I smiled at her. She began to shake her head and my smile widened.

“You know you love it my little ass slut,” I crooned, kissing her lips again, licking them before nipping a bite out of her upper lip. “This is your punishment.”

She shook her head again but I pulled back slightly and let some piss trickle out, just enough for her to feel it.

“Be grateful I’m leaving the vibrator in your cunt,” I said harshly before sucking on her clamped nipples and releasing my piss inside her hot tight ass. I moaned against her tits while she tried to squirm with a few pitiful barks.

I focused on pissing everything I had in me while gently fucking her hole with my semi-hard dick. Her fingerless paw gloves allowed her to dig her nails into my sides.

“Good little piss whore,” I moaned but I was disappointed when my strong stream of piss began to wane off.

I stood up to see my destroyed wife, limp in our new sex swing. Without removing my cock, I leaned to the side to get her tail. When I straightened she was holding her belly and moaning.

“Hold it in until you get to the bathroom. Tighten your ass, I’m pulling out.”

A flow of piss gushed out of her when I pulled out. It probably didn’t help that the vibrator was still inside her, but it didn’t matter since I loved to give her tasks she would fail in—all the more reason for me to punish her.

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“You can deal with Alexandros in the morning,” Amari said stifling a yawn.

“Of course, my love,” I said hiding my smirk as we went downstairs.

She snorted at my subservient tone.

“I thought the shower might have given you a second wind.”

“What we didinthe shower was my second wind,” she said pushing our bedroom door open.

I watched as she removed her long silky white robe and hung it up before climbing into bed naked. She had been wearing baggy T-shirts or pyjamas, trying to cover herself up from me. I gave her space, patience and love, yet nothing changed how she felt about her changed body.

At least a good whipping along with some anal torture worked. I climbed into bed placing my phone on the side table before pulling my naked wife against me. There was no hesitation and her arms were wrapped around my neck.

“Alexandros, is so young, my love,” I said to her softly. “If you want to change your regime or have time to work, of course you can. But I would rather you rest and recover.”

“He is a year old,” she said with a sigh.

“And? It can take up to two years for a woman to fully recover,” I said slapping her ass but the covers made it had to get a good crack at it.

“God, are you sure it’s not you that is hormonal?” she said with a chuckle.

“I only want to see you happy. We have a beautiful healthy son, you need not worry about anything other than recovery,” I said defensively.

“Yes, Sir—I love you, and thank you,” she said with a small sigh as she settled into my chest.

“I love you so much I let you drive me crazy,” I muttered.

“Payback,” she said before she yawned again.

I almost scoffed at her timid attempt at revenge, but instead I smiled and held her tighter before closing my eyes.

Six Years Later

“Why don’t we have another one?” Amari asked and I glanced up at her before putting my book on my lap, pushing my glasses down my nose to stare at her.

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