Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children

My gaze trailed lower, over the gentle curve of her stomach, the faint sheen of sweat pooling in the dip of her navel, until it settled between her thighs.

Her pussy was a sight to behold—pink, slick, and swollen from our earlier frenzy.

Her folds were parted slightly, glistening with her own arousal, a faint trace of my cum still leaking out in slow, creamy rivulets, staining the sheets beneath her.

Her clit peeked out, a small, sensitive bud, flushed and pulsing from the attention I'd given it.

Her inner thighs were slick, smeared with the evidence of her pleasure, trembling faintly as aftershocks rippled through her.

She was beautiful—raw, wrecked, and mine.

But I needed time to let my dick recover while making sure she doesn't lose her mood.

'System, does reset clean my sperm?' Naturally, I had an idea to keep her turned on but definitely not wanted to eat my own sperm.

[Reset restores everything except changes made by the Host; freedom for manual control is possible.]

'Woah,' hearing the information from the system, it became clear that my doubt regarding how resetting my wive's condition may also reset the fertilization within them was solved the moment I realized that the changes or damage I inflict on my wives do not get reset, though it could be controlled manually if I want to.

'Clean her lower regions for me.'

"Turn over, love," I murmured, my voice low and warm, a contrast to the roughness from before.

My hands found her hips, guiding her gently as she rolled onto her stomach with a soft groan— "Mmmh…"—her body pliant under my touch.

She settled onto her knees, her ass lifting into the air, her back arching naturally as she braced herself on her elbows.

I paused, just looking at her.

Her ass was perfect—round, firm, the skin smooth and unblemished, begging to be touched.

Her pussy peeked out from between her thighs, still wet, still inviting, the folds soft and glistening in the dim light.

I ran my hands over her hips, thumbs brushing the curve of her cheeks, and she shivered, a quiet "H-husband, th-that's…" slipping from her lips.

I leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the small of her back, tasting the salt of her sweat.

My hands slid lower, spreading her cheeks gently, exposing her completely.

Her asshole was tight, a small, puckered ring, untouched and pristine, and the sight of it sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

But first, her pussy.

I shifted lower, my breath ghosting over her folds, and she tensed, a soft "W-wait, th-that's dirty—oh…" escaping her as she realized what I was about to do.

"The human body is home to 39 trillion bacteria, sheds 40,000 skin cells every minute, and excretes 3% of its body weight as waste daily. And out of all the things, you care about dirt now?"

"S-sorry?"

'Ah, no science in this world, huh'

But who cares? I was born a dirty dog.

I started slow, my tongue flicking out to trace the edge of her entrance, teasing her with light, deliberate strokes.

She tasted sharp and sweet, her arousal coating my lips as I licked deeper, parting her folds with the flat of my tongue.

"Ahn, h-husb—mhhh…" she moaned, her hips shifting back toward me, chasing the sensation.

I groaned into her, the vibration making her gasp— "A-Ahh!"—and I pressed in further, tongue curling inside her, exploring her heat.

My hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as I ate her out, slow and thorough.

I dragged my tongue up to her clit, circling it with soft, lazy strokes, then sucked gently, drawing a long, trembling moan from her— "Unnnhhh… darling~♡"—her voice breaking as her fingers clutched the sheets.

I took my time, savoring her, alternating between plunging my tongue into her tight hole and teasing her clit with light flicks, until her legs were shaking, her breaths coming in desperate little pants— "Hngh… please…"

"Wife, you're so wet," I muttered against her, my voice rough with want, my chin slick with her.

I pulled back slightly, kissing the inside of her thigh, then dove back in, sucking her clit harder this time, my tongue working her in a slow, relentless rhythm.

She cried out— "Aaaahnnn~♡!"—her hips bucking against my mouth, and I held her firm, drinking her down as she unraveled, her moans turning into soft sobs— "H-husband—ohhh—i-it feels strange—!"

squirt squirt

When she finally came, it was quiet but intense, a shudder rippling through her as her pussy clenched, a fresh wave of slick coating my tongue.

I lapped it up, slow and greedy, until she was whimpering— "Haa… haa…"—her body slumping forward, spent.

Head falling on the pillow with the ass relaxed yet standing firmly with a tremble.

But I wasn't ready to let her rest.

I rose up behind her, my cock was once again hard and aching, slick from her earlier.

"Stay like that," I said, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her ass higher.

I lined myself up, the tip brushing her soaked entrance, and pushed in slow—PAH!—sinking into her inch by inch.

"Unnnhhh…" she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow, her walls stretching around me, hot and tight.

I started moving, a steady, deep rhythm—PAH… PAH… PAH—each thrust deliberate, letting her feel every bit of me.

Her ass jiggled softly with each impact, the sound of our skin meeting a quiet, wet slap in the room.

"Wife, you feel so delicious," I groaned, my hands sliding up to grip her waist, pulling her back to meet me.

Her moans grew louder— "Mmmhh… Hngh… husband…"—her body rocking with mine, pliant and eager.

I leaned forward, my chest pressing against her back which was like a slope, one hand reaching around to cup her breast, squeezing gently as I fucked her doggystyle.

"You like that?" I murmured into her ear, my thumb brushing her nipple, and she nodded, a shaky "Y-Yes…" slipping out between moans.

I picked up the pace slightly—PAH PAH PAH!—thrusting deeper, the angle hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp— "A-Ahh!"

After a while, I pulled out, slow and teasing, leaving her whimpering— "w-wait… no…"—and flipped her onto her back.

"Come here," I said, lying down and pulling her on top of me.

I'm not accepting it, but my waist hurts.

This body feels like a curse, or maybe this woman does.

She straddled me, her thighs trembling as she sank down onto my cock, her pussy taking me in with a soft, wet sound.

Squelch

"Aaaahnnn…" she moaned, her hands bracing on my chest as she started to move, hips rolling in a slow, sensual grind.

I watched her, mesmerized—her tits swaying gently, her face flushed with pleasure, her lips parted as she rode me cowgirl-style.

"That's it," I murmured, my hands gripping her ass, guiding her as she picked up speed—PAH PAH PAH!—bouncing now, her moans spilling out— "Hngh… husband…! Husband....! Anghhh...! "—each drop driving me deeper into her heat.

I thrust up to meet her, slow but firm, matching her rhythm, the wet slap of our bodies filling the air.

"More," I said after a while, sitting up to wrap my arms around her waist.

I lifted her off me, her soft "Oh!" of surprise turning into a moan as I turned her around, settling her back on my lap facing away.

Reverse cowgirl.

I thrust up into her—PAH!—and she cried out— "HNGHHH!"—her ass pressing against my hips as I started pounding her from below.

PAH PAH PAH!

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Her hands gripped my knees, her body rocking with each thrust, her moans loud and unrestrained— "Mmmhh… Ahhngh…. I-I am loosing my mind...!"

I slid my hands up her back, then around to cup her tits, squeezing them as she rode me.

But I wanted more of those soft melons—wanted all of her.

I pulled out, easing her onto her knees in front of me before pushing down on the bed and climbing over her belly. I straddled her boobs, pinching both of her nipples as I pulled them and moved up.

"Ieeek—!?", Even though the pinch was tight, she just grabbed my hands and did not retaliate until her tits came just above my dick.

"Press them together," I said, my voice thick, and she obeyed, pushing her breasts around my cock.

I started moving, slow and deliberate, fucking her tits—PAH PAH PAH!—the soft, warm flesh squeezing me tight, the tip brushing her lips with every thrust.

"Try to to lick it, wife...Y-yes...", My dick's size was good enough to easily reach her lips while pressed between two big buns like a hotdog.

She flicked her tongue out, tasting me, and I groaned— "Fuck, yes…"—picking up the pace slightly.

Her moans vibrated against me— "Mmmhh…"—and I couldn't hold back anymore.

Her teary sapphire eyes were confused, not understanding what I was doing. Her lips were parted and trembling, bearing that inexperienced, immature look as if she were seeing something new, untouched, and pristine.

I shifted higher, gripping her hair gently.

"Open," I said, and her lips parted, wide and confused with a tremble, looking towards the girth of my thing—the shit was too big for her small lips.

But wasn't she a cultivator, maybe she could hold her breath a bit—I was beyond control.

I thrust into her mouth—PAH!—hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged— "Hnghhk!"—her eyes watering as I fucked her face, slow but deep.

'H-her tongue', I felt how she didn't even know what to do with the thing in her mouth, just opening with her tongue colliding with my cock's head.

Whatever, I will teach her some other time.

PAH PAH

Spit dribbled down her chin, her hands clutching my thighs, but she took it, her muffled moans— "Mmmph… Ghhk…"—driving me wild.

But her tears and uncomfortable expression, with her eyes squinted, made me realize I was being trashy right now.

I pulled back after a few thrusts, letting her breathe— "Haa… haa…"—and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her lips.

"On your side," I murmured, guiding her down.

She rolled over, one leg lifting instinctively, and I settled behind her, thrusting into her pussy from the side—PAH!—slow and deep.

"Aaaahnnn…" she moaned, her body arching into me as I pounded her, my hand sliding down to rub her clit in lazy circles.

PAH PAH PAH!

Her tits bounced with each thrust, her voice breaking— "Hngh… Husband…!"

I kept going, switching it up—pulling out to tease her ass with my fingers, stretching her slowly, then sliding back into her pussy—PAH!—until she was trembling, begging— "Please… more…"—and I gave it to her, every position, every angle, slow and deliberate, drawing it out until we were both lost in it, her final scream— "AAANNNGGGHHH~!"—echoing as she came, pulling me over the edge with her, hot and shuddering, tangled together in the aftermath.

Night was long and my will was too—maybe it was just that she was so beautiful or just me being an asshole, but even if this body shreds, turns to dust, or I get exhausted beyond even moving myself, I will fuck her brains out.

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