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Chapter 9 by Molybdenum Molybdenum

You’re not going to last much longer...

Pour it all inside, of course.

The downside of endless production was right there in the word.

Akane would experience no time in her life of complete satisfaction down there, and the deep relief that came from emptying those weighty balls. The pressure would always be there, greater or lesser.

It was a price to pay, but one Akane was well willing to, for the ability to go again, so soon, so much, and this time pour it all directly into Maria’s waiting womb.

Akane hugged her tight against the wall, giving one final thrust deep inside, and let loose. Maria held on for dear life, though she couldn’t help twitching and squirming as she felt so much seed being poured so deep. It was a pleasure that set her off again, after being pounded so hard, and Maria didn’t last long before another shuddering full-body orgasm blasted through her. She sang to the heavens.

Another endless moment was before them, as pleasure short-circuited everything.

It didn’t look comfortable, standing up or being pushed against a wall, it wasn’t like they were in some plush hotel bed. Yet they managed a moment of connection, the distance between human and elf, stamen and pistil, never less significant.

The fact that one was massive, dark, and well-hung, and the other was pale, had pointy ears, and was womanly-soft, also didn’t matter. They cut a stunning contrast to each other, but their differences only complimented each of their strengths and points of attractiveness. Especially to each other.

They were just two women climaxing together, sharing in this time.

Akane had put in the work, and though even now she had to make sure Maria wouldn’t slip off, she did that mostly through her own weight and pressure. She’d have probably managed on her feet, but safety was key.

Akane could, like many alphas, decide how viable her sperm was.

It was called variable potency, and the level of control it allowed was astounding.

Maria probably knew about it, or she would have made a bigger deal about the condoms neither of them had even thought to bring. With a thought, Akane made sure the sperm had no chance of causing pregnancy.

Sorry, little guys, but you’re still going to a great cause.

Such a mess, even though a good portion of the second load had gone inside. There just wasn’t enough room for Akane’s shaft and what came out of it, and so much of it poured back out, over arousal-and-lotion-slick thighs, and dripping out.

The effect was much like if Akane had pulled out and went to town just like she did up top, and it made sure no part of Maria escaped the fate she courted so eagerly.

Their scents blended together; Akane’s seemed to overwhelm at first, smothering out everything of Maria. Yet beneath the musk that only grew more powerful with so much seed, there was a hint of more.

A counterpoint, the natural and artificial essences coating this elvish maiden.

In the blissful aftermath, Akane kept on Maria, making sure to not hold her hard enough to crush. Just enough to make Akane’s towering presence clear, to surround her in that embrace like a living blanket, and enjoy the intimacy.

Maria herself wasn’t letting go for anything. Her stained, dripping glasses were now askance, tilted on her face, and bits of her dark-blue hair fell over that face. Her lips, and the naturally redder parts of her body including rosy cheeks, showed most clearly the work Akane did to paint her white.

She gasped hard, generous chest rising and falling against Akane’s, who wasn’t huffing and puffing but still needed a moment to recover. Maria’s expression was glazed over, though, and her eyes didn’t focus properly for a while.

It also took a while for Akane to pull herself out, making sure first that she was done emulating a firehose. When she did pull out, the wet sopping noise of more cum flowing out filled the changing booth.

They managed not to knock the whole building over, so everyone won.

“Incredible…” Maria breathlessly offered praise, still folded up, still held well off her own feet. “Astounding, in fact. You’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before… well, in real life. I’ve seen a few videos online, but I assumed that had to be… exaggeration.”

Akane grinned. “Not bad, yourself. You handled being smothered by my balls better than other girls. That’s kind of my ranking system for women. That and how easy and fun they are to lift.”

“How brutish, as expected.” Maria glanced aside. “I’m not… heavy, am I?”

“Well, given this obscene body of yours, I won’t say you’re light.”

“... Put me down, please.”

“Nope.”

It was probably for the best, anyhow; Maria couldn’t feel her legs, as promised.

Yet another Akane prediction come true. Or rather, she just didn’t fucking stop fucking until Maria temporarily lost the ability to walk upright. Meaning, conveniently enough, the only way out of this changing stall was in Akane’s arms.

This time, gripped not with the urgency of lust, but the satisfaction of a job well-done and a girl well-fucked, Akane carried Maria out in a more tender princess-carry position.

While Akane grabbed her discarded bottoms, she didn’t bother to put them back on. Leaving her gradually-softening dick to hang and swing freely, alongside still-full balls.

If anyone wanted to stare, that was a ‘them’ problem.

Unlike the way in, and despite what a more brazen display of dominance it was, Maria had no complaints this time. Just her own massive grin. “This is such a terrible idea, and I love it. Do you live nearby…?”

“Sadly, it would be faster and smarter to go to your hotel room,” Akane said, assuming there was one to go to. Tourists had to stay somewhere. “Which way?”

Akane reached for a pile of magical self-cleaning towels kindly left by the side of the changing stalls, and dabbed at the worst of the messes on both of them. Just to make sure they weren’t still dripping Akane’s dense, gooey seed.

Maria looked around, at the eyes quickly drawn their way again, smiling in disbelief. “What, like this all the way…?”

Akane shrugged.

Real power was doing something you wanted to, and letting society deal with it.

Maria pointed towards the densely-packed beachfront downtown.

Akane started off in that direction, her prize riding high in her arms.

Making sure she makes it back.

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