"Hey! … uh♡! Ah♡!" Elaine's attempt at a scolding rebuke dissolved into a lustful moan as it spilled from her lips, her voice a melody of shame and desire. Boomer's finger, relentless in its exploration, brushed against the delicate, quivering threshold of her most forbidden place—a tiny, untouched haven of raw intimacy. The sensation was electric, a spark that ignited her entire being, her body trembling as though struck by a divine bolt. The goddess clenched instinctively, her buttocks tightening in a desperate bid to halt his advance, but it was futile. The tender, silken walls of her most shameful entrance yielded to the rough insistence of his finger, each incremental intrusion sending waves of burning pleasure coursing through her.
Her gown, a delicate cascade of fabric, and the lace thong beneath it did little to shield her from the intimacy of his touch. The finger glided along the sensitive line of her ravine, tracing a path from the forbidden bud of her anal threshold to the soft, dew-kissed petals of her pubic flower. "Ah♡ Mmmff…! ♡" Elaine's body quaked, her breath hitching as the fat finger curled, brushing against the delicate core of her blooming womanhood, a place so sensitive it felt as though her very soul trembled at the contact.
Then, with a maddening shift, the finger slid back to her intimate anal entrance, teasing the quivering rim once more. The dual assault—pleasure laced with searing shame—crashed over her like a relentless tide, each touch unraveling her further. This was uncharted territory, a sacred place even Zephyr, her beloved husband, had never dared to claim.
The goddess's delicate flower core and her exquisitely sensitive anal threshold pulsed with a fierce, involuntary contraction, her voluptuous buttocks clenching so tightly. A powerful suction, born of her divine flesh, gripped not only Boomer's probing index finger but also the delicate layers of her gold gauze dress and lace thong, pulling them into the silken vortex of her most intimate crevice.
Fat Bull's eyes widened in astonishment, his breath catching as he felt the goddess's plush, heavenly buttocks envelop his finger with an almost supernatural force. The tight, velvety walls of her anal passage gripped a small portion of his digit, drawing it deeper against his will, as if her body itself craved the intrusion despite her protests. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever known—a heady mix of dominance and surrender that sent a surge of raw desire coursing through his veins. His gaze locked onto Elaine's face, drinking in every flicker of her expression: the flush of her cheeks, the quiver of her lips, the way her eyes fluttered with a mixture of shame and ecstasy.
"Hey! Arhhh♡! Ngnn♡! You… get out! Haa♡… haa♡…" Elaine's voice trembled, her entire body quaking as beads of fine sweat glistened on her forehead like morning dew. Her buttocks, two perfect petals of divine flesh, stretched taut under the onslaught of unfamiliar sensations, amplifying the strange, forbidden pleasure radiating from her core. Her delicate feet, braced on either side of Boomer's rotund belly, curled instinctively into elegant arches, her toes digging into the air as her body fought to process the overwhelming stimulation.
She had tensed every muscle in a desperate attempt to repel Fat Bull's obscene intrusion, but her efforts only served to trap his rough finger more firmly within the lush, unyielding embrace of her super-busty buttocks. The pleasure-tension rippling through her body created a vortex-like pull, her delicate anus drawing his finger deeper, as if it were a whirlpool swallowing him whole. The sensitive, untouched walls of her most private passage were forced to accommodate the foreign intrusion, sending a cascade of tingling, itching, numbing sensations radiating from her core to every nerve in her body. The tighter she clenched, the deeper his finger sank, a vicious cycle of pleasure and resistance that left her trembling and weak.
"Fairy!" Boomer's mind was a haze of primal awe, his voice a low growl as the goddess's divine grip on his finger drove him to the edge of reason. The exquisite tightness spurred him to move, his thick digit thrusting with deliberate slowness against the resistance of her silken passage. Each motion was a struggle, the rough texture of his skin catching against the tender, velvet walls of her anus, amplifying the intensity of their forbidden connection.
"Haa♡! Mn♡! Ngnn♡, Haa… mmm♡… ah… Ahhh♡♡!" Elaine's soft, trembling moans filled the air, a symphony of surrender as her body collapsed heavily onto Boomer's expansive belly. The sudden weight of her divine form pressed against him, her impossibly full breasts flattening against his obese chest, their divine heat and supple bounce sending a jolt of pleasure through his core. The goddess's collapse was a moment of exquisite vulnerability, her body no longer able to resist the tide of sensation overwhelming her.
"Hmm♡… ah♡, aha, haa♡, ahn♡… Hmm♡, Ar♡, Kyouuuuuuuu♡♡!!!!" Elaine's moans, a celestial melody born from her rosy lips and clenched pearl teeth, echoed with a desperate, pained ecstasy. Her delicate frame trembled atop Boomer, her buttocks still clenched tightly as his finger moved again, igniting a final, soul-shattering wave of pleasure. Her body tensed, every muscle taut as she let out a long, quivering moan that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the universe.
"Nnn♡♡♡… Ah♡~~ haa! Ah♡, ah♡, No! Nnn♡… haa♡♡, ahaaaahnnnn♡♡♡!!!" Elaine's climax crashed over her, her body spasming uncontrollably as a flood of sticky nectar gushed from the depths of her flower core, soaking the lace thong that Boomer had teased and toyed with for so long. Her eyes fluttered shut, her dark brows knitted tightly, her arches tensed as she pressed herself against the man beneath her, riding the peak of her lust with a grace that was both divine and utterly human.
The goddess's moans, a divine chorus of ecstasy, seemed to vibrate with a power that could sway even the most stoic of deities. Her low, melodic hums filled the room, a sound so pure and intoxicating it could have drawn an ascetic from their hermitage. As her trembling slowly subsided, the sweet fragrance of her nectar filled the air, its delicate scent overpowering the crude traces of semen on her thighs and buttocks, as if her divine essence repelled all that was impure.
Boomer, pinned beneath the weight of Sun Elaine's celestial form, felt a profound satisfaction that transcended the physical. His fat hands resumed their worship, kneading and rubbing her plush buttocks with a reverent intensity, savoring the exquisite pressure of her flesh against his palms. He noticed, with a thrill, that as the goddess descended from her climax, her tightly clenched buttocks began to relax, gradually releasing his trapped finger. Yet, he was loath to withdraw. Instead, he reveled in the lingering heat of her divine anal passage, his fingers continuing to massage and squeeze the tender flesh through the soaked lace thong and gold gauze dress, determined to etch every sensation of her sacred intimacy into his soul.
"Hmm♡~~ah♡, Unn♡!" Elaine's divine form quivered, her delicate buttocks trembling with an involuntary shudder. As Fat Bull's relentless fingers continued their brazen exploration, her sensitive anus contracted sharply, as though it sought to draw the rough, foreign digit back into the swirling vortex of her most intimate core.
"You… Ngn♡! Hey! Nn♡… hnn♡♡…" Her voice, a trembling melody of protest and desire, faltered as she braced her slender arms on either side of Boomer's coarse, unsightly face. Her hands gripped the bed, fingers digging into the fabric as she struggled to lift her trembling body, barely holding herself aloft. Her sweet, fragrant breath—warm and laced with the heady scent of her arousal—washed over his pockmarked, leering face, each exhale a soft caress that seemed to ignite the air between them.
"Fairy, my babe, what's wrong?" Boomer's voice dripped with a boldness he had never dared before, his words thick with lust and a newfound confidence. His eyes gleamed with predatory delight as he drank in the sight of her: the goddess's otherworldly face flushed with a radiant spring tide, her shy, ragged breaths, and the slightly parted curve of her rosy lips, glistening with the faintest hint of moisture. Every detail screamed of her arousal, her celestial beauty now consumed by a primal, undeniable desire that stripped away the icy poise she once wielded like a shield. To Boomer, she was no longer an untouchable deity but a woman laid bare, her divine essence entwined with the raw, mortal hunger he had awakened within her.
A lewd thrill surged through him, his mind alight with wicked thoughts. "Mortal chicks, immortal fairies—they're all the same deep down, he mused, his lips curling into a crude smirk. Get 'em lustful, and they shed their high-and-mighty airs, turnin' into somethin' wild and wanton. Even a fairy like her! Bwaa, haa haaa!"