Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Another night of trying and another disappointment. Milo and Viola made love yet again and although their bodies were made for each other, with every passing night the spirit had started to feel a bit distant. And yet her love made her cling to him, desire him even, however, even then, late at night, after everything was over and Milo was asleep, she sneaked into the bathroom attached to their room.

Taking the replica cock in her hand, she sat in the tub just staring at it clenched between her thighs. Its balls bigger than her man's dick were rubbing against her folds and the veiny shaft lay heavy on her stomach. Watching it rest on her belly, she imagined herself taking in inside of her again. It wouldn't be the first time that she would've used it, but every time she did, it still felt like she was a virgin losing her virginity to its girth.

"I said I won't do it again but…" Left hanging by Milo again, Viola slowly moved the replica's tip against her pearly folds. Leaning her head backwards, she took a deep gulp and began driving that fat cock through her tight pussy walls. "AGhHH~"

Her moan–a mix of pain and pleasure left her limp for a moment, but as she slowly recovered from the top piercing inside, Viola pushed the dick further and further in. Feeling every inch of her body being stretched to its limits, the spirit relieved herself in the tub while her hazy eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

A ticklish throbbing rippled through her flesh and her thighs quivered as she moved the replica in and out of her pulsing folds. With her mind muffled with the euphoric sensation, her eyes roamed about randomly and her hands began pumping her pussy with that replica cock. Gaining a steady rhythm, she pressed it deeper and deeper inside of her. Its veins tickled and stretched her walls, and eventually, as the balls hit her folds, her body clenched tight and a flood of orgasm turned the water a milky white.

Laying in the puddle of her own mess, she huffed and puffed for a while until eventually, her mind returned on the right track. The cock still buried deep in her, however, she returned to the same not long after. Using that replica to abuse her pussy, making its shaft grind against her walls and the balls rub all over the exterior of her pussy. The degrading–almost taboo feeling of it all, made not just her pussy throb with excitement but also made her asshole tighten and her nipples perk up like the tip of a spear.

She tried to keep her moans contained for a good few hours, but as the night grew deeper all shame melted away and the only thing in her mind was to be fucked over and over again. The beauty of the female body and its capability to orgasm nonstop–kept her on the edge and even after she tipped over, had her coming right back.

And although her sounds were contained to the bathroom for the most part, eventually as her moans echoed inside, Milo was woken up with a jolt–thinking that someone was being attacked. But as he listened more closely and sat naked at the edge of the bed, a streak of red crossed his cheeks for he'd never heard Viola making such primal sounds laced with unfiltered lust. From her moans to the uncontrollable groaning and even the splashing of water inside of the tub, it grew him in like a mother–but unlike the insect, it wasn't his vision guiding him, instead it was his hardened cock.

With a gulp, he slowly cracked the bathroom door open and peeked inside. And that's when he saw his wife, fucking herself with a dildo monumentally larger than the entirety of his cock and balls. Sticking out her tongue, she was moaning like a slut being paid to make all that noise.

The only difference? Nothing she was doing was false, the mere replica had turned her into a whore–and as Milo had once heard–all women can be turned into whores. But if they don't act like one for you, that doesn't mean they won't act like one for someone else. A douchebag charmer, a fantasy asshole that treats them like a rag, finally Milo understood to an extent, why such novels were popular amongst women.

His snooping, however, didn't last long. The moment he placed his hand on the door, he fell face-first against the bathroom floor and with his cock rock hard, he stabbed the floor right with the tip. But of course, instead of anything happening to the floor, an immense amount of pain shot through Milo's cock.

"AGHH! FUCK!" The moment he screamed, Viola jumped out of the bathtub in shock. Her eyes turned to Milo with the replica cock still balls deep inside of her pussy and being squeezed by her pulsing walls. "AHHH! G-godd! It hurts! H-help me!"

Hearing Milo scream, she tried to rush towards him but the moment she stepped forward, her walls began grinding against the dick inside of her. Letting out a moan with crossed legs, she clenched her teeth and awkwardly walked towards Milo with crab-like steps. By the time she reached him, the replica slipped out of her pussy and with it, a flood of her trapped juices flooded out as well.

However, ignoring everything else, she helped her husband with a healing spell around his dick. And once the pain soothed a little, she helped him to his feet and took him back to their bed. Laying him down, she glanced down at his injured cock. Swollen from the side it was mostly okay, but had the fall been worse perhaps Milo could've lost all control downstairs.

Healing him some more, she remained quiet about what she'd been doing and neither asked him why he was spying on her without saying anything. But eventually as the dust settled, Milo grabbed her by her arm and made her look into his eyes.

"W-where did you even get that thing?" And with that question began, their cuckold fantasy.