"Ahhh~"
As Richard thrust his cock in rhythm with her movements and suckled at her breast, Demeter fluttered her lashes and released a melodious moan, sweet as an oriole's song.
Richard eagerly devoured my wife's breasts, relishing the way her voluptuous ass bounced atop him. A heavy silence lingered in the air.
"What the hell… There's something strange about this. I feel completely drained, like all my strength is gone—yet here I am, fucking Demeter while drinking her milk."
Richard licked lewdly at Demeter's bright red nipple before voicing his thoughts.
"Ah, it must be the effect of Demeter's breast milk…"
"What kind of effect does it have?"
"Her milk has special properties—it enhances recovery and healing for those who drink it."
"Seriously?"
Richard's eyes widened in surprise.
"So, do other goddesses' milk have unique effects too?"
"Y-yes. The effects vary depending on the goddess."
"Is that so? Heh, I'd love to taste others' as well."
Richard smirked slyly as he squeezed Demeter's breast, still latched onto her nipple.
The look on his face was that of a man already imagining himself drinking from other goddesses.
And in that moment, an unfamiliar thrill shot through me.
"Ahhh~! Ah!"
Even as Richard and I spoke, Demeter never faltered in pleasuring his cock.
My wife rode him with abandon, lost in the throes of lust, her long brown hair swaying seductively with each movement.
"Slurp! Demeter's milk…! Fuha, I can't believe I'm tasting a goddess's breast milk!"
Richard bucked his hips upward, meeting Demeter's movements, yet refused to release her nipple from his mouth.
He seemed utterly addicted—not just to the sweetness, but to the restorative power of her milk.
Breast milk that could heal the body just by drinking it… Such a thing was beyond the reach of mortal women.
And yet, even Demeter's milk couldn't cure my illness.
"Demeter, turn around for me. Let's try this position."
Finally pulling his mouth away, Richard requested a change.
Demeter, already enslaved by his cock, obeyed without question.
She stopped grinding and slowly turned, presenting her back and round buttocks to him.
Richard, still reclined, effortlessly guided her hips into place.
"Mmm…"
As his hands roamed over her ass, Demeter let out soft, breathy moans.
Even with his cock still buried inside her, just the touch of his hands on her rear was enough to make her whimper.
I couldn't help but marvel at Richard's skill—how easily he controlled the goddess beneath him.
"Your ass is just as perfect as your tits—big and soft."
"Tsk…"
"Now, let's get back to it."
"Aha!"
With that, Richard thrust upward, wrenching another heated moan from Demeter as her sweat-slicked chest heaved.
She arched her back, rolling her hips in a way that made his cock twitch inside her.
Unlike before, facing away from Richard, I now had a clear view of Demeter's debauched expression.
The goddess revered as the guardian of nature was reduced to a panting, disheveled mess—her face flushed, her lips parted in pleasure.
The sight was so obscene that my own neglected cock throbbed in silent protest.
"Yes! Haaaaa~!"
"Ha! Demeter, your pussy is incredible! You're the first woman who can take my cock this well!"
"Hah…! D-don't say such things…!"
Demeter's face burned with embarrassment, but before she could react further, Richard suddenly sat up and shoved her forward, forcing her onto all fours.
"Kwaaaah?!"
Caught off-balance, Demeter collapsed onto the bed in an animalistic posture.
Without hesitation, Richard grabbed her hips and slammed into her from behind.
"Ugh~!!"
Demeter's cry was half-shock, half-ecstasy as she instinctively pushed back against him.
The lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh, of Richard's powerful thrusts pounding into her, pushed me to my limit.
"Ah! W-wait! If you keep going like this—ugh! I-I…!"
"Damn it, Demeter—I'm close!"
Richard's composed facade cracked as his movements grew rougher, faster.
"Ahaaaaa~!!"
Unable to withstand the onslaught, Demeter arched her back and screamed as she climaxed.
It was the same cry she always made at her peak—but never with such intensity when it was me inside her.
"Ugh! Goddess Demeter!"
The moment Demeter reached her limit, Richard pulled out and came.
Thick ropes of semen splattered across her back, buttocks, and even her hair.
The sheer volume and potency of his release dwarfed anything I could produce.
Only after thoroughly marking her did his cock finally still.
"Hah…"
Demeter lay limp, unable to resist as his seed coated her body.
Seeing her like this—exhausted, trembling, drenched in another man's release—was too much.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
Unlike Richard's virile eruption, my own pathetic release spilled onto the floor, leaving no mark on her divine form.
Aftermath
Once the brutal coupling ended, Richard dressed leisurely and strode from the cabin without a backward glance.
I would never forget the victorious smirk on his face as he left—the conqueror who had defiled a goddess.
Now alone with Demeter, I approached her where she still lay motionless on the bed.
Her usual regal composure was shattered—she looked as weary as if she'd fought a dozen battles.
"Demeter… are you alright?"
Even now, I couldn't help but worry for her.
Demeter lifted her gaze to me, her eyes hazy with exhaustion.
"I'm fine, Ion…"
Her voice was barely a whisper.
She could have been furious with me for inviting the man who'd used her so roughly—yet she simply reached for my hand without complaint.
The kindness of this merciful goddess weighed heavily on my heart.
Guilt gnawed at me. I grabbed a cloth and began wiping Richard's seed from her skin.
But his cum clung stubbornly—thick, sticky, impossible to fully remove without washing.
Especially in her hair, where it had matted the strands together.
"Demeter… how was it?"
The question slipped out before I could stop myself.
Demeter turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable.
"…It was terrible."
Her answer was cold—not what I expected from a woman who had taken Richard's cock so eagerly.
I said nothing in response.
"And you, Ion? How was it for you?"
Now it was my turn to hesitate.
So many answers swirled in my mind:
It hurt. It was humiliating. I hated it. I wanted to kill Richard.
But in the end, only one truth escaped my lips.
"It was… the best."
No lie could disguise my nature.
Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Demeter's.
She didn't resist—just closed her eyes and accepted the kiss from the husband who had given her the cruelest answer possible.
And so, the most wretched kiss in the world was sealed.