Enough woman to drown in.

“I’m supposed… mmmph~ Supposed to kneel before you, by the way~ Mmm~”

This overwhelming woman could hardly get a word in, if he was going to kiss her so much. Mai had to mumble into their embrace, with an added squeak as his hands roamed freely, claiming territory in the vast mountains of her cleavage, and the bathrobe didn’t stop him going south, either. Past a well-kept tuft of naturally wheat-gold hair, in the midst of boundless hips and thighs.

“I-In our oldest customs, it wasn’t just a greeting. It was a way for wives to ask politely for your babies.” Mai giggled, bouncing those enormous, absurd breasts against his face and chest. She hugged him into there, and he was swallowed up again by the enormity of this woman. Every part of her was made to smother. “If I was a good woman, that’s what I’d be doing right now.”

Not that he was going to let her go along enough for her to kowtow before him and fold herself into a particularly-busty, fluffy dogeza, anyhow. She had to remain upright, so that those breasts he was now suckling on shamelessly were in range. Her areolae were massive, their shading growing more pink from her native creamy light skin until the mountain peaks; large, puffy nipples suitable to being sucked on.

This was less a baby trying to feed than an **** of pleasure, thanks to the firm grasp of automail against her right nipple. The heat of his breath on the left, the chill of metal fingers on the right, a beautiful, teasing contrast. It sent shivers down her spine and **** her back to arch, presenting more and more bare flesh as she pulled her fluffy bathrobe open.

Discarding the little sash that had done its best against the impossible odds of her bulky, plump curves, she opened herself in every way to this stalwart stranger.

Mai also led him over to her particularly lavish empress-sized bed, which had many enchantments whittled into the old-growth oak frame to allow it to withstand her. It was less clear whether the bed would hold her getting smashed into it, and she was most eager for the stress-test. Mai did expect, given how forceful and intense he was, to get folded and fucked right there.

Instead, he was the one kneeling before her, and pulling open her massive thighs, admiring her pussy with wanton lust in those burning red eyes. While she’d dried off carefully from the bath, she was soaking down there now.

“At least darling Miki has been teaching you something. Or is this a trick you learned in the passionate fires of war- Aah~” Mai tossed her head back, and her back arched again, this time at the feeling of a sandy tongue lapping against her pussy.

Tapping so lightly, over and over, as if to further tease out her sensitivity. Or just to sample her like a hummingbird might, stopping at a particularly delectable feeder. Drawing him in with her honey, she naturally wrapped her legs around his head, though not with much of a grip. The rest of her body was too busy rolling, physically showing each burst of pleasure and causing her massive chest to bounce.

Mai really wasn’t accustomed to being manhandled, given her size. Yet with her thighs on his shoulders, Sasha leaned forward until he’d practically rolled her up. Her head nestled into a pillow, she reached back, taking as firm a grip on the bedpost as she could manage while being wracked with endless pleasures.

The busty blonde made so much noise, that even Sasha, ears muffled by her great big thighs, had no trouble hearing it. Or at least feeling the vibrations traveling down her plump hourglass, just as shivers went up. Her body was an ocean of delights, and even with his tongue as far in as it could go, he knew he was barely beneath the surface.

Fingers could make her feel good, too, but a glance up to meet **** honey-golds, glaring off the light of a crackling fireplace, told him what to do.

Despite a screaming orgasm or two, Mai had enough wits left to wiggle back and make room. Sasha clambered onto the bed and over her, and now she really felt what it was like to get folded. He didn’t stop until her knees and shoulders were touching, and she was caught in a positively traditional position.

The mating press, one of the best ways to get deep and unload directly a waiting womb. He was dead serious about knocking up the head of the village, and not a bit afraid of the consequences. It was everything she’d dreamt of.

She was pinned, that huge ass unable to so much as wiggle free of a grip around hips three times his own width. The only motion it carried was waves across deep skin with each downwards thrust, as the spacious bedroom was filled with fleshy smacks and grunts from him. Mai was louder, trusting in the sturdy, soundproofed construction of the walls, and singing his praises up to the heavens.

Mai was so comfortable and alluring, inside and out. Hot and wet inside, well-lubricated, and practiced from various toys to where the fit wasn’t too tough. Sasha was big, to be sure, but she was ready for him. He couldn’t say the same; it felt too good inside of her to last long.

Good. They could spend all night wrapped together in pleasure, and that was indeed the plan, but Mai really did just want to get knocked up. The more times he shot off inside of her, the better. He made sure to cum a lot, making a terrible mess, soaking through the bed from the sheer overflow. The musk of sex soon saturated the covers, then the room.

Every time he came, she wrapped her legs around him and drew him close, though he was already using a move passed down by the gods purely for fertility. Neither of them were done after a series of rolling orgasms, of course. Tossing aside sheets, blankets, and pillows, and covering them with what seed couldn’t fit inside her, wasn’t enough. Mai wasn’t even done arranging things as she liked, even as she reached down, and with a pair of well-manicured fingers, took a bit of the overflowing cum from her pussy and licked it like a sweet treat.

“You know, Anzu’s still there. She’s not just watching the door… she’s spying on us. My servants can get so nosy sometimes~”

So they weren’t alone, and somebody had heard every sordid, lewd moan.