An Arcanist's Citadel 10 (NSFW) (Patreon)

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-VB-

An Arcanist’s Citadel

Chapter 10 (NSFW)

-VB-

I needed a bit of a relief from all of this recent shenanigans. 

All of the kids had gone out, either to play with their friends, to school to learn, or to work in the case of their latest. 

Which meant that, for the first time in a long time, Tatsuki, Orihime, and I had the house to ourselves. 

And I had to be a horndog. 

I stepped up from behind Orihime and wrapped my arms around her while she was about to pull our laundry out of the dryer. Today had been her turn with some of the chores, but, well, I just pressed my erect dick right up against her ass. 

She jolted a little before giggling. 

“I guess someone’s in a mood~,” she crooned as she looked up at me. 

I was still a head and a half taller than her, which meant that when she looked up at me, I got a very clear view of her face and cleavage in one picture. 

My hands rose up and groped her tits through the apron, and Orihime bit her lips without looking away. I locked my eyes with hers as my fingers massaged her tits. 

“Last time I remember, I bought you a pair of bras that were G-cups, right?” I asked her as her face grew steadily redder. “That was after you finally stopped suckling Vicky, right?” Vicky had been our last child together while Nara had been my last child with Tatsuki. 

“Y-Yeah,” she muttered as I began to play with her nipples. 

“I got a lot busier lately, didn’t I?” I asked her quietly before leaning down and kissing her briefly. “I couldn’t be home taking care of your needs.”

“You make it sound like I’m a s-sexual deviant,” she pouted as I lightly pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her. 

Her eyes widened and I felt her legs shaking a little.

“There’s nothing wrong with a woman having needs, darling,” I crooned as I leaned down to her neck and started making hickies. “Especially not when her husband wants to fulfill those needs quite readily. When was the last time we had sex?”

“S-Six months ago~!” she squeaked when I let go of her nipples and pulled her shirt up and over her breasts before pulling the apron down to the middle into her cleavage. Her tits didn’t hang. No, they were big, round, soft, and firm. I’ve made sure her body retained all of her youth’s elasticity and even boosted some in certain areas. 

She quickly closed the lid on the dryer just before I pulled her up and on top of it. 

“And when was the last time I put a baby in you…?” 

She grinned lewdly. 

“W-Why are you asking so much, darling?” she asked as she panted. “Do you want to be a baby daddy again?” 

“I very much do,” I whispered as I pulled my pants down and pulled hers down in one swipe. 

She giggled and shook her ass at me. 

Despite the fact that I was in my late thirties and she was in her early thirties, we had bodies comparable to twenty year olds, and that was a result of a lot of research and spiritual reinforcement. In essence, I forced reality to reflect our souls, and as long as we fed our souls the fuel to retain our youth, so too would our bodies. 

So when she shook her ass at me, what my eyes tracked obediently was a pair of round, firm, soft, and supple ass cheeks with none of the stretch marks, unnecessary fat, and simple aging one might expect. 

Clean flawless skin, fingers sinking in with just the right amount of firmness, and soft to the touch.

So my instinct was to grip down, slap my dick on top of those ass cheeks just once, and then shove my dick into her wet folds. 

Both of us moaned and groaned as we felt each other’s heat through the connection. 

I held myself in place for a bit, letting her womanhood squirm and adjust itself around my girth again. And when I felt her adjustments slow, I reached forward and wrapped her up in my arms but only so that her tits were squashed right in between my forearms. 

Orihime moaned as I timed my thrusts with forearm tit squeezing. Her fingers clawed at my shoulder as I pumped her in the laundry room. She squeaked when she came, and pulled her in and held her as her legs shook weakly until she got her footing again. 

I picked up the pace and started to pound into her, and every contact clapped, growing wetly with each hit, and the sound echoed in the laundry room. 

Orihime moaned as she pressed herself further up against me and I pressed her even further up against the dryer. 

The dryer rattled and shook every time I pounded into her, but I didn’t care that the dryer might potentially break from our love making on top of it because feeling her tight warmth around my dick was much more important. 

“I’m going to cum soon,” I whispered into her ear as I shifted my arms around. One arm wrapped around her chest and tits while the other snaked around her neck. I gave her a light squeeze as I sped up, and she started mewling and clawing at my arms. 

Then -.

Orihime jolted in place every time a rope of my cum shot into her and painted her walls. She let out a lewd, sultry moan as she also orgasmed along with me. 

But only making my wife cum twice? That’s baby numbers! 

With her still lightly trembling on my dick, I picked her up and carried her over to our bedroom.