Elena took a sharp, gasping breath, her teeth gritted as she held the air in her chest. Her beautiful face flushed a deep crimson, and her pupils quivered—a primal reflex against a stimulation that far exceeded her brain's capacity to process.
[Detection: Essence Storage of Companion—Elena has been breached. Consuming Energy Essence to maintain repair. Current Essence: 64.5g. Remaining repair time: 64.5 seconds.]
[Warning: Ensure withdrawal from the storage area before essence is depleted, or severe consequences may occur!]
The translucent screen appeared before Chuck's eyes again, just as he had expected.
While the sensation of his shaft scraping against that internal "rubber band" and the subsequent vacuum-like constriction was divine, the true peak was the psychological conquest of breaching her "palace"—completely dominating this woman's body and soul.
Feeling the viscous heat at the tip of his spear and the agonizingly tight squeeze of her gate, Chuck reached out to grip Elena's burning, engorged buttocks. He threw his head back with a long, guttural sigh of relief, detonating within her in a wave of unparalleled ecstasy.
Squelch, squelch.
The rapidly depleting essence was immediately replenished with a fresh, scalding surge.
A woman's womb was a sacred sanctuary, the most mysterious and untouchable place. But Chuck didn't just want to touch it; he wanted to storm it, turning this mature mother's final holy land into his personal flesh-cup.
Splash—
As Chuck broke through the final barrier and erupted inside, the sheer impact and burning heat turned Elena's brain to mush. Under the extreme physical and mental shock, her meaty legs locked in a rigid spasm, her "hooves" curled, and a powerful jet of nectar sprayed from her body.
The breath she had been holding finally transformed into a piercing, glass-shattering scream.
"Eeeee-yaaaaa-aaah! Ahhh!!"
"...Mom?"
Kaylee, who had been filled to the brim by Chuck not long ago and was drifting in a heavy sleep, was jolted awake by the scream. She rubbed her sore eyes and crawled up from the head of the bed.
A gentle voice whispered from beside her. "Hey, little princess. Did we wake you?"
Kaylee turned and saw Julia's smiling blue eyes. Julia was also completely naked. "Sister Julia?"
Though Kaylee had initially been overwhelmed by Julia's uninhibited nature, she had come to realize the blonde was kind and gentle. Strictly speaking, they were only two years apart in age. By now, they were close enough to call each other sisters.
"What's... what's happening to Mom?"
"Don't worry. She's just doing 'it' with Darling. Isn't that how it always is?" Julia smiled, stroking Kaylee's hair and pulling her into a hug, pressing the girl's cheek against her firm, snowy "rabbits."
"Your mother is the last one tonight. It'll be over soon. Go back to sleep. Do you want Sister to tuck you in?" Julia whispered, her hand sliding down to stroke Kaylee's soft, slender back.
Hearing the rhythmic, frantic breathing of Chuck and her mother, Kaylee's face flushed a deep pink. Her bare feet curled restlessly against the bedboards. To Julia's surprise, the girl shook her head.
"I... I want to watch a little..."
Julia froze, then a meaningful smirk played across her exquisite features. She pinched Kaylee's tender cheek and whispered, "It seems our little Kaylee is a bit of a slut too, hmm?"
"Ngh..." Kaylee was too embarrassed to argue, so she just covered her face with her hands.
Julia laughed softly and stopped teasing. She gently gripped Kaylee's thin shoulders and turned her toward the scene. "Then look closely. Look at your mother... being worked to death by Darling."
Kaylee lowered her hands and opened her eyes. The sight before her made her watery eyes go blank.
Her mother was being used like a meat-cushion, pinned down by Chuck in an incredibly dominant stance. Elena's voluptuous breasts were flattened against the bed like meat pies, leaking white droplets of milk that smelled of heavy cream. Chuck's spear was buried to the hilt, and where they met, thick white foam bubbled over. The bedboards below were soaked with dark, sprayed patterns.
Elena's legs were stiff and convulsing. Her red-soled feet were crossed, her toes curling frantically. Her long black hair was a mess across her shoulders. Kaylee watched as her dignified, mature mother was pinned by Chuck's hands—her eyes rolled back to show only the whites, her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
She had been completely, utterly reduced to a mindless "Ahegao" doll.
Experiencing the rising waves of bliss within the female flesh, Chuck finally let out a long breath. He checked the essence levels—still over 40 grams left. After savoring the sensation for a few more seconds, he began to slowly pull back.
But as he withdrew, Elena—still lost in the previous stimulation—felt a violent dragging sensation. Her mature body buckled and shook, saliva dripping from her lips as she let out a series of primal, animalistic groans.
"Oh-hoh! Oh-hoh!"
Chuck ignored the sounds. He pulled back further until, with a sudden thwip, the "rubber band" of her gate snapped back over the head of his spear. The terrifying, blood-engorged shaft finally exited the sanctuary.
Pop-squish!
As Chuck fully withdrew, it was like pulling a cork from a bottle. A powerful stream of water mixed with white essence sprayed out across the room.
Elena's hands flailed in the air, her hair a chaotic mess. Her sweaty feet kicked out aimlessly. With one final "Ah!" she slumped to the side and fainted into a dead sleep.
A few stray drops of the thick, musky fluid splashed onto Kaylee's flushed, stunned face. Seeing her mother in such a state—a sight that shattered her previous image of the woman—made Kaylee's shoulders tremble. Her toes curled anxiously, and her hand instinctively reached down toward the heat between her own legs.
Seeing this, Julia's smile behind her became even more predatory. She knew Chuck adored Kaylee and was always careful not to be too rough with her. As Chuck's "assistant" in and out of bed, Julia decided she would help "develop" the girl a little bit more.
She leaned in and whispered into the girl's burning ear, "Look at your mother's face. How ridiculous. She was almost fucked to death by Darling... One day, maybe Darling will do the same to you..."
As the words hit her, Kaylee's petite body gave a violent jolt. Her pink toes snapped rigid, her thighs clamped shut, and her watery eyes rolled upward.
From just those few words, the girl had climaxed.
The next morning, Chuck woke to find the temperature rising. It looked like another heatwave was coming in a few days.
He had started to learn the island's patterns: humidity meant a storm; rising heat meant a scorcher. Regardless, his work didn't change.
Valentina, locked in her artificial cave, seemed relatively content with the food and water he provided. Chuck had many things to do, so he simply refilled her supplies and emptied her waste bucket before leaving. He'd save the "fighting" for the evening.
With the help of the women, he had gathered most of the materials. Now came the processing.
First were the roof tiles. Clay was processed at the workbench into tile molds—100 units total—to be fired in the kiln. Elena and Kaylee took over the firing duties.
As for Elena, the "breach" last night had left her shaken. When Chuck told her during the morning "milking" session that he had actually entered her womb, she found it hard to believe. But once she accepted the reality, the masochistic MILF found herself drenched in excitement, and even her milk seemed to carry a richer, sweeter scent.
Next was the mortar for the fireplace. The lime burned by the mother-daughter duo needed to be mixed with sand and seawater. Julia and Janet took on the task—the aunt and niece working together with high efficiency.
Chuck activated all the blueprints and added the materials, watching the progress bars move forward. He carried ten redwood logs down to the plateau and stared at his Blueprint Panel.
Soon, the shack would be a sturdy tile house with a fireplace. But the livestock shed and the greenhouse were his next priorities. Those meant wool mattresses, silk clothes, and even silk stockings—an idea that made his heart hammer against his ribs.
But how to unlock those specific blueprints?
The Basic Water Tower had unlocked once he made a ball valve—the core of the system. So what was the core of a farm?
He wasn't an expert, but he knew someone who was. He walked back to the platform just as Janet appeared, carrying bamboo tubes filled with sand. He helped her down and asked her a question.
"The most important part of ranching?"
Janet sat on a chair under the awning, her voluptuous rear straining her athletic pants. She wiped sweat from her white neck with a cloth and looked at Chuck.
"There are many things. Hygiene, vaccinations, health, selective breeding... but if I had to pick the most important?" She paused. "It's feeding."
"The choice of feed, the timing, the quantity control—it's everything. I could talk about it all afternoon. Why do you ask?" She gave him a sultry wink. "Got an idea for the shed?"
Chuck's eyes flickered. He stood up and smiled at the mature redhead. "I didn't before, but after hearing you, I think I have a direction."
"Oh?" Janet looked intrigued. "Need a hand?"
"No."
Janet didn't push. "Alright. Good luck then." She intentionally stuck out her tongue and licked her full lips, her smile dripping with flirtation. "By the way... Mommy can't wait to eat a big, hot sausage later tonight~"