Rufus Releases
Tik giggles as her owner comes into the room. She doesn't have any plans for the morning, so she is still lounging in bed in a negligée and nothing else.
— You look so needy, Rufus. Like you could eat me and the little ones!
The huge male pig just grunts. Wearing only a pair of small boxers apart from his trademark green hat, he hefts his massive gut out of the way to let her see the bulge of his hardening cock, precum soaking through and starting to drip to the floor.
— You know what I need, Tik. November was hell, I don't know who came up with that stupid idea.
The Bokoblin girl gives a last giggle before her face gets a look of concern. Getting to her feet on the bed, she comes forward to wrap her arms around Rufus, at least as far as she can. She can barely reach up to his face, stroking his cheek.
— Oh, poor you. Did it hurt much? Your balls must be so full.
— Careful now, don't make it worse. Can you get it free, please?
Tik nods earnestly, dropping to her knees to work on her husband's shorts. Somehow having another person do it seems to lessen his urgency, and in very short order his cock can spring out to its full size and length, precum dripping onto Tik's breasts as he lets the shorts drop to his ankles and steps out. Tik's eyes widen at the sight of the uncut human glans, her cheeks flushing as she quickly gets out of her negligée and uses it to wipe her chest, laying back on the bed naked.
— How about Lilly, doesn't she want some?
Tik is asking about the pig man's first wife, who would normally have first rights to his seed. But he answers in a grunt.
— She's not as pregnant as you. Yet. You look so hot. I want to fill you with cum to eat up the litter and make a new one!
The Bokoblin girl looks worried for a second.
— But they're yours already, I promise. They'll be out in two weeks!
— Don't worry!
The pig man is leaning forward, stroking his latest wife's belly to feel the babies kicking inside, his cock tip touching as well and leaving a wet trail on the taut skin.
— The spunk knows the little buggers are mine. We'll just add a new set. Now spread your legs!
He isn't moving from his position, leaning over the female as she reaches for his hand and pulls it to her lips for a kiss. But as her thighs open, he is letting his cock tip slide down to her slit, pushing the lips aside to touch her clit and get a little squeal in response. And then he has found her entrance, so very wet despite the lack of foreplay. As he pushes into her, his soft foreskin scrolls back to let his sensitive glans touch her wet insides directly.
His first thrust is met by a grunt from the much smaller female, as she shifts her body and tilts her pelvis up to meet him and open her sex to him, using her hands to support her generous buttocks. And the second one bottoms out, visibly lifting her belly as his shaft fills her sheath, his pubic bone slamming against hers and sending a ripple running over her thighs and torso, making her breasts bounce wildly.
— Gah, yes, hit my babies. They need to learn!
Tik is moaning in mixed pain and ecstacy as her man bullies her near-term womb. Pistoning into her wetness, working up a froth that soon covers his shaft and balls, the tattoo of "100 % PORK" on his cock disappearing inside her with each thrust to show how deeply he is fucking her. There is no hesitation here! On the contrary his thrusts are getting harder and harder, forcing him to hold onto Tik's thighs so hard that his nails almost draw blood.
The fetuses are kicking inside her now, in a panic, some of them hitting the pig's shaft and driving him even wilder. The Bokoblin puts her hand on the top of her belly, hiding the piercing in her outie belly button. Through teeth clenched to withstand the pounding, she manages to speak.
— If you don't finish now, stud, I'll lose a few. Or half! But you'll make new ones in me, right?
The pig grunts, a deep, rough sound. Putting his hand on that belly, he looks tempted for a few seconds. But then he reaches up to pull his cap over his eyes, before he grips her thigh even harder. She knows what that means—he prefers not to see the body that he is going to fill with his conquering seed, his seed that wants to impregnate the whole world, his seed that he can imagine is being pumped into a million wombs through one pussy if he doesn't look.
And then it comes: Thick, gluey, sticky, smelly, yellow, inflating her abdomen even more, squirting through her cervix to search out her ovaries and provoke new eggs to form and be fertilized, through yet more fetal cervixes to do the same, ensuring that most of her litter will be born already pregnant. There are gallons of the stuff, a month of abstention meaning that her husband's huge testicles are filled to bursting, maybe ten percent of his body weight in well-aged, hyperactive seed.
By the time he starts to pull out, the pool of cum on the bed is already starting to overflow, forming gel-like streamers that spread and merge on the floor. And for each inch he withdraws, another little spurt fills up the female's sheath, gelling into a plug inside her that will keep his sperm in place for a week before it can be removed. Tik has lain back, exhausted and satisfied, spreading her lover's sperm over her skin: her belly, her thighs, her tits.
But the pig is not done yet, his cock still twitching and sending out little spurts as he grips the root in his hand.
— Give me the rest, pig! You know you want to!
Rufus manages to glare at his wife under the shade of his cap. He has not permitted her to give him orders! But he cannot stop, his body needs to do what he's being told; after less than half a minute of stroking with his hand, his balls and prostate give out the rest of their content and thick streamers of rank, viscid cum fly out over Tik, the first landing on her face to let her lick it from her nose.
— Mmm, vintage taste!
But it only continues, the next streamers falling short of the first until the Bokoblin's tits and belly are glazed with cum, coalescing into a thick layer that more and more slowly spreads down her sides, threatening to gel into a blanket that she can peel off in one piece later.
— Happy December first!
— Same to you! I need a nap now.
Tik's greeting barely gets an answer before her husband collapses forward on the bed, finally spent, to narrowly miss crushing her. Or indeed breaking the bed. He grunts a little and starts to snore, leaving his wife to admire his bulky, naked ass with the tattoo matching the one on his cock. She sighs contentedly, trying to count the kicks of her babies as they settle down inside her. All present, it seems. Relaxing under her blanket of cum, she thinks she can feel the hormones from a new litter kicking in. And maybe her dear Rufus will be recovered a bit when he wakes up.