The best nut of my life

Two days! Two solid days of back to back bottomless mouths and dripping pussies and a tight gripping asshole but hardly an orgasm to show for it. I haven't gone this long without blowing my load since I was a teenager. I felt like I was the mythical king from the stories, doomed to climb that mountain without ever reaching the climax I needed.

At first, I felt it first as a warm, tingling sensation just under my stomach. My toes went numb as if her hungry pussy was robbing sensation from my entire body, willing it with every bounce of hips into a white hot spiral. My eyes crossed as she worked her magic, milking every inch of my endless cock with her tight depths. I gripped her haunches and guided her into me, more and more, faster and faster as she worked me into a frenzy. Our bodies responded to each other, moving, grasping, thrusting in sync to highten each others pleasure. Our moans rose until all of the lord's and ladies of Valinor heard our rising bliss.

The star of pleasure growing between my legs and rose until I could feel it burst. My mind blanked. My back arched. My tongue stuck out in a very embarrassing face. I pulled her full weight down into my spasming cock, an animal part of my mind wanted nothing to breed her. The head of my cock pushed as far into her womb as it did, resting against fallopian tubes and ready to upload. I heard the sound of my own voice roaring in the back like I was the king of the savannah.

I could feel my heavy balls rise up and clench. My thick cock gasped out and unleashed a finger thick rope of cum directly into her baby box. "Ooooooooh," Nala coo'd, her tongue sticking out and her eyes rolling back into her head in a lurid measure of mine. A single rope filled her womb to the brim, packing it in with sperm so thick you could chew it. Nala came and cried cried and came all at the same time. I vaguely remember some nonsense words about cum and breeding as her brain short-circuited under the pressure of her womb filling. I could feel my cock gasping like an open mouth and then a second shot of equal force burst forward. Her womb could hold no more and the pressure spilled out from along my cock, painting our thighs white. Each shot triggered a new round of even stronger orgasms in the overwhelmed cat in my lap. I felt 3 or 4 more unleash from my tense cannon before the edges of my vision clouded with black and I hit the bed.

I must have passed out for a couple of seconds as I bearily raised my head and tried to remember what year it was. I remember my first thought thinking that someone had spilled a galloon of yogurt on me. As parts of my brain rebooted I realized that it was my own yogurt I was covered with. From my impressive pecs to my obliques down to my ankles was criss-crossed lines of densely packed sperm. I was sitting in a puddle of the combination of it and the thiner liquid from my wife. My penis, finally satisified with me was resting against my belly button like a felled oak, reflectixely dribbling a thin line of cream every now and again. I patted it with one hand. You did well, rest now, little one.

Nala had slipped from her throne between legs and reclined on her back, sitting in an puddle of ruined push sheets, fucked unconscious. Her tongue extended and dripping along her face as he eyes were crossed in a lewd ahegao. Her heavy chest rose up and down in unconscious breaths. Her pussy was absolutely bred. Red and dripping and ground zero for an explosion of white. Her normally flat belly, rose up an inch or two from her packed full of my thick sperm. Her stockings were plastered to her legs in an pattern of white that I wanted to hang in a museum. Every couple of seconds, an unconscious and pleasant groan escaped from her mouth and her legs twitched as a small fountain of my cream escaped from her ruined pussy and contributed to the thick puddle forming in the ruined sheets.

Never before has any creature looked so throughly bred and all I could feel was proud in my own ability.