Looking at Julia's flawless jade body, the seductive allure on her exquisite face, and feeling the soft press of her soles against his chest, the fire within Chuck—which had yet to be fully extinguished—roared to life like a bucket of gasoline had been dumped on it.
He reached out, catching the smooth, warm foot on his chest. While gently kneading her arch with his fingertips, he looked at Julia, whose face was flushed with a drunken-like rouge, and asked with concern, "Can you keep going?"
"Mmm~~"
Julia's sapphire pupils trembled slightly as she bit her lower lip. Her arms stretched out languidly behind her, her pale underarms glistening with crystalline sweat. She shifted her slender waist, her rounded pink buttocks and her damp, foam-flecked entrance teasing Chuck's length as a wave of wanton desire washed over her face.
"I want to go again... keep fucking me..."
Chuck laughed immediately. He didn't fear a woman being a slut; he only feared one who couldn't take a pounding. The Western Mare, who used to twitch and beg for mercy under his hips, was now actively requesting a second round. It was truly heartening.
He had to satisfy her completely.
Grabbing one foot in each hand—one from his chest and one from his shoulder—Chuck hoisted Julia's snowy, straight legs high. He leaned forward, his dragon expertly finding the entrance, and thrust his hips, diving deep into the sea.
"Ohh! Ohhh!"
Julia's eyes instantly transformed into hearts. She threw her head back with a joyous moan, the feet in Chuck's hands curling and clenching tight. Her snowy waist arched instinctively, and her slightly bloated belly once again showed the clear, hard outline of his intrusion. Under the intense fullness and pressure of the dragon, her pale-pink knees shook like reeds in the wind; she actually peaked instantly from the mere entry.
Seeing his beloved woman so wantonly enjoying herself beneath him, Chuck felt the heat rise, but he didn't rush his movements. He slowly stroked the soft soles of her feet before interlocking his ten powerful fingers with her dainty toes, gripping them firmly. Every tiny twitch and contraction of her feet was transmitted directly into his palms.
Julia's lower body spasmed a few times, clearly loving this gesture. The affection in her eyes burned hotter as her feminine musk grew more concentrated. She slowly raised a slender hand, her fingertip tracing Chuck's sweat-slicked, chocolate-bar abs, and cooed in a soft, sweet voice.
"Darling, do you like touching my feet?"
She had long known Chuck had a thing for her feet, so despite the limited conditions, she had always been meticulous about keeping them clean and cared for. Chuck using this "ten-toes-interlocked" grip was the ultimate validation for her, making her heart swell with joy.
Chuck chuckled, squeezing her toes slightly in response. Julia might not have realized it, but with his heightened mental perception, Chuck could feel her skin—including these jade feet—becoming increasingly soft and delicate under the nourishment of the Energy Essence.
The sensation was simply too good.
Using her feet as handles, the dragon began its assault on the flower palace once more. With desire peaking, there was no longer any need for Chuck to hold back in this second round.
Julia's voice rose even higher than the first time. Her breasts, squeezed together by her snowy knees, quivered like jelly, and the splashes from her lower body grew more brilliant with every strike. Her feet, held high and tight by Chuck, twitched with every deep thrust, sending her sensations straight into his hands.
As Chuck's breathing grew ragged and Julia's body burned a feverish crimson, the Western Mare—whose consciousness was nearly shattered by the repeated waves of pleasure—looked at Chuck with misty eyes and rasped in a trembling voice.
"Tonight... is Darling going... to see Aunt Janet?"
Chuck, immersed in his "farming," paused for a moment. He looked down at the woman who was currently being impaled yet still managed to give him such a meaningful, teasing look. He felt his masculine pride being challenged.
However, he didn't immediately drop a "violent pile-driver" punishment. Maintaining his rhythm, he looked down at Julia and countered with a question, "Where did you hear that?"
"I... I guessed... Auntie was acting... so strange today..." Julia's body rocked under his thrusts as she responded in broken gasps. "So..."
She paused suddenly, her fingertips playfully stroking Chuck's body as if cheering him on. "Is Darling... going to fuck Auntie... tonight?"
Chuck didn't know how to respond for a moment and remained silent. Although they hadn't explicitly hidden it, Janet had always made an effort to avoid the eyes of Julia and the other women during their intimate moments. Clearly, for a woman of her generation, sleeping with her niece's man still carried a hint of awkwardness—even if she knew her niece wouldn't mind and that Chuck was already involved with several other women.
But it turned out that while Julia usually seemed carefree, she was exceptionally sharp about such matters.
"And what do you think?" Chuck asked in a low voice, watching her blue eyes roll back.
"Harder..."
Chuck blinked, not immediately catching who the object of that sentence was.
"Fuck Aunt Janet... harder... let her feel... a woman's... happiness too... AHH-HAA-HAAA!!!"
With a massive lunge that hit the very back of her entrance, Julia's knees shook violently. Her pupils rolled up completely, and saliva trailed from the corner of her mouth. She finally finished her sentence amidst another crashing tidal wave.
Janet had always been alone, often telling Julia and her mother that she was fine on her own. But Julia could sense that deep down, her aunt was lonely. Humans aren't built for solitude. Upon guessing that her aunt had finally "hooked up" with Chuck, Julia felt no resentment. To her, Chuck was the best man in the world. If Janet were to entrust her life to someone, he was the only choice.
One had to admit, this Western Mare was increasingly developing the temperament of a true Harem Matriarch.
"Little slut."
Seeing her so wanton, Chuck could no longer suppress his love and impulse. He slammed her sweat-drenched feet against the bedboard and hoisted his hips high, transitioning into a dominant "Breeding" posture. Pressing his forehead against hers, he growled, "Are you ready to feel a woman's happiness then?"
"Come... Darling... fuck me... break me..."
Julia's shoulders trembled. Noticing Chuck's peak desire, she switched back to teasing mode, biting her lip and swaying her hips to rub her internal walls against his dragon-head, her toes squeezing his fingers. The Western Mare was a Western Mare after all; her playful, slutty nature always knew exactly how to handle Chuck.
Chuck had only one way to repay her: using his twenty-centimeter golden eagle to deliver his most sincere overflowing essence.
As the night deepened, the smoke from the chimney drifted under the starlight. Inside the cabin, the fireplace crackled, the glowing logs slowly fading.
Chuck, drenched in sweat once again, rolled off the bed. He tossed a few more logs into the fire and used a bronze poker to settle them, ensuring a steady burn. The light brightened, illuminating the chaotic bed behind him and the tangle of naked, jade-like bodies leaking white froth. Julia looked particularly ravaged; even though she had been the first, her snowy legs still twitched occasionally, and the dark, splashed stains on the bed beneath her were clearly visible.
Chuck added the wood and covered his harem with blankets. Just then, a soft cough sounded behind him. He turned to find the red-haired mature woman leaning languidly against the doorframe, a seductive and confident smirk on her face.
"You've left my poor Julia unable to even close her legs, you brat..."
Chuck could only scratch his head. He walked over to Janet and reached out, wrapping his arm around her voluptuous waist. To his surprise, she didn't resist. As he pulled her soft, heavy body into his arms, Janet's breath hitched. Looking at this tall, muscular man radiating raw pheromones, her head felt dizzy for the first time.
True to her personality, she didn't let him see her internal flutter. She quickly composed herself and kissed his cheek. "Shall we go inside?"
Her voice was magnetic and tender, filled with the unique grace of a mature woman, yet unabashedly suggestive. Even though Chuck had just finished a "gauntlet" and his magazine was nearly empty, he couldn't stop the dragon from rising once more.
"Heh~"
Janet, held close to him, felt the change immediately. She glanced down at the massive rod pressing against her thigh, still coated in drying white traces. Her red lips curled as she teased him, "I've said it before, but I'll say it again... I'm truly grateful for what you did for Mommy. Such a good boy."
With a tender stroke of his face, she smiled and led him by the wrist into the storage room. "Come, lie down here."
Just like last time, she pointed to her own clean, hand-made wooden bed. Chuck lay down without hesitation.
In the few seconds it took to get settled, a thought occurred to him. Today was probably the day he had "practiced his faith" the most since arriving on the island. From morning to night, it had been non-stop. He'd started with Kaoru and Shizuka after the trial, then enjoyed Valentina's "back garden" at noon, followed by the nightly gauntlet.
By his count, this was his 8th battle of the day—9th if you counted the first incomplete round with Julia. Thanks to the two Yellow Potions he'd taken this morning, he wasn't just managing; he felt he had plenty of strength left. He felt like he was turning into a "Perpetual Motion Cock," a machine gun that could fire 24/7.
Ending such a crazy day with the service of a mature Western woman felt like a perfect conclusion.
"You know... initially, I really didn't expect us to end up like this."
As Chuck lay naked on her bed, Janet sat by his side. Without a hint of shyness, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the battle-hardened, towering dragon. She used her soft, warm palm to gently rub the tip. Her beautiful, mature face held an unreadable expression.
Chuck let out a long sigh of relief. Satisfied with his reaction, Janet kept one hand moving while the other slowly pulled down her zipper. She reached behind her back, and soon, the bra holding her two "basketballs" fell to the floor.
A concentrated aroma of milk and mature womanhood filled the room as those two incredible, snowy mounds of flesh were once again displayed without reservation. Chuck's eyes went wide, fixed on the large, textured areolas and the snowy skin traced with faint blue veins. His dragon became as hard as an iron bar.
Janet climbed onto the bed, straddling Chuck's hips. Without any delay, she placed the two meaty "bombs" around his shaft, squeezing them together. The dragon was instantly encased in a thick, fleshy pressure.
Chuck gasped. The familiar sensation combined with the visual impact was overwhelming, even though it wasn't his first time.
"Good boy... does it feel good?"
Janet used her plump, powerful arms to slide the mounds up and down. Her watery blue eyes were full of a tender smile. Every bit of pleasure on Chuck's face gave her an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
"It feels amazing," Chuck replied breathlessly.
"Do you like Mommy's big tits?"
"I love them." Chuck's answer was heartfelt.
"Then..." Janet continued the rhythmic squeezing and rubbing, her large mounds changing shape around him. Her mature eyes shimmered with a seductive light. Her full red lips parted, and she slowly lowered her head, her warm breath ghosting over the shining dragon-head. In a husky, sultry whisper, she asked:
"Do you want Mommy... to give you a blowjob?"