8mi Chapter 570 - 569 - A Story of Defeated Mother
Chapter 570 - 569 - A Story of Defeated Mother
"Unmnhh~~ Honey~~" Tina moaned softly, her voice sweet and breathy as her husband’s thick cock sank deep into her welcoming cunt. The bedroom glowed with soft lantern light, their son’s crib nestled in the corner after a long, joyful day of new parenthood. Her pussy lips stretched around Remus’s familiar girth, puffy and slick from earlier teasing, gripping him like she never wanted to let go.Remus hovered over her, his large frame gentle yet strong, sweat beading on his brow as he thrust slow and loving. Her heavy tits jiggled with each push, nipples stiff and begging for his mouth.
Pah... pah...
"Haaah~! Yes, right there, my love... fill me up again," she whispered, legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back. Her inner walls fluttered around his cock, milking every inch as warmth spread through her core.
’He’s so good to me... our son is finally here, healthy and loud... this is everything I dreamed.’
He leaned down, capturing one puffy nipple between his lips, sucking tenderly while his hips rolled deeper. Her cunt made wet, squelching sounds around him, juices coating his balls as they tapped her ass lightly.
Pah pah!
"Oungh~~! Mmm, Remus... you’re so deep tonight," Tina gasped, her fingers threading through his hair. She laughed softly between moans, the sound light and full of love, her body arching to meet every thrust.
Their connection felt pure, naive in its passion—two guild leaders stealing this moment after the chaos of birth and celebration. His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her familiar walls perfectly, hitting that spot that made stars dance behind her eyes.
Pah pah PAH!
"Hnghh~!! Deeper, husband... give it to me... Ahn~!!"
Remus groaned against her tit, his pace quickening as exhaustion crept in from the long day. But he kept going, pounding her hairy pussy with steady love, her jiggling boobs slapping against her chest with every impact.
Her mind swam in bliss—sensations of fullness, of being claimed by the man she adored, of the life they built together.
’I carried our boy for months... felt him kick... and now this, being stuffed full by his father... it’s perfect.’
He thrust harder, balls slapping wetly, her cunt creaming around him. Tina’s hands roamed his back, nails lightly scratching as pleasure built.
PAAAH!
"AAANGHH~~!! Yes... cum inside me again... fill your wife up!"
Remus’s face twisted in effort and ecstasy. He laughed breathlessly, hips stuttering as he finally hit his limit. "I... I can’t do it anymore... you’re too much, Tina!"
Hot ropes of cum erupted deep into her pussy, flooding her womb with thick seed. He collapsed forward, burying his face between her heaving tits, cock still twitching inside her stuffed cunt.
Tina panted, looking down between her spread legs. Her puffy pussy lips glistened, stretched wide around his softening shaft with cum already leaking out. She reached down, touching the messy union, a playful smile curving her lips.
"You have stuffed it well, husband," she teased, voice husky and satisfied.
Remus lifted his head, chuckling tiredly. "You’re a pervert, woman."
She laughed outright, the sound bright and loving, glancing over at the crib where their newborn son slept peacefully. "I’m not that much of one... just for you."
Her hand slid down, fingers wrapping around his spent cock, massaging it gently with cum-slick strokes. Remus trembled under her touch, body shuddering as sensitivity overwhelmed him.
"Ah... let me sleep, love... you drained me dry," he mumbled, eyes already closing.
Tina kept stroking softly, her own body still humming with aftershocks, pussy clenching around the remnants of his load. She watched him drift off, a fond smile on her face.
"Ah shit... you men can never satisfy a woman completely," she whispered playfully, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
She carefully disentangled herself, his cock slipping free with a wet pop and more cum oozing from her well-fucked cunt. Standing on shaky legs, she pulled on her nightdress, the soft fabric hugging her curves and sticking slightly to her sweaty skin. Her heavy boobs swayed as she moved to check on their son, heart full of maternal warmth.
’He’s so small... so perfect. Our future... I would do anything to protect this family.’
She did not merely think it. She felt it in that deep place beyond reason, beyond pride, beyond every vow she had ever made as a guild leader or a sorcerer. It lived under her breastbone, warm and fierce, each time she leaned over the crib and saw his tiny fingers flex in sleep. He had Remus’s stubborn brow already. He had her mouth. When he cried, he did it with his whole body, like a little warrior protesting the cruelty of being hungry.
Earlier that day she had held him against her bare chest and laughed when he rooted clumsily, angry and needy and so alive that it made her want to weep. She had counted his toes twice. She had pressed her lips to his hair and inhaled the faint, milky scent of him until Remus called her ridiculous.
She had not argued. She was ridiculous for him.
That was what motherhood had done to Tina. It had not softened her. It had made her dangerous in a new direction.
She touched the edge of the crib now, smiling down at him. Her fingertips brushed the blanket she herself had folded around his tiny body. A ridiculous little blanket, too soft, embroidered by one of the guild women with a crooked silver star in one corner. Tina had mocked it when it was gifted.
Then she had cried in private over the thought that someone had made something with her son in mind.
"You are loved already," she whispered. "More than you know."
But the night shattered without warning. A deafening blast rocked the guild hall, windows exploding inward as dark energy crackled through the air. Demons—twisted, snarling creatures with glowing eyes—poured through the breach.
Tina’s eyes widened in horror. She spun toward the crib, forbidden mana already surging in her veins. "No! Stay away from my son!"
The fight erupted in chaos. Remus jolted awake, grabbing his sword, roaring as he charged the intruders. Tina unleashed her power, raw energy blasting outward, tearing through demon flesh in bursts of light and shadow.
Pah-like impacts echoed as bodies hit walls, but these were not lovers’ slaps—sickening crunches of battle. Her tits heaved with every spell cast, nightdress tearing at the seams from the force.
One demon lunged for the crib. Tina screamed, throwing herself between them. "You will not touch him! He’s mine!"
Her hands glowed with forbidden reversal magic, a desperate surge that reversed the demon’s essence, crumbling it to dust. But the backlash hit her like a hammer—mana tearing through her body, veins burning, strength draining in waves.
That moment stayed with her for years afterward, rotting inside memory without ever fading.
Not the explosion.
Not the screaming.
Not even the blood.
It was the sight of her son’s eyes opening in the crib.
He did not understand death or demons or magic. He only knew the world had become loud and cruel. He turned his head toward her voice. Toward his mother. Tiny mouth opening. Tiny hands jerking upward.
He had reached for her.
That was the knife that never came out.
Remus fought beside her, his sword flashing, but a greater demon overwhelmed him, slamming him against the wall with bone-cracking force.
"Tina... protect... the boy!"