I Shall Cuck Everyone

With a sudden thrust, I plunge my dick into Ophelia's pussy in one swift motion, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. She's shockingly tight, almost impossibly so. It feels as though I'm having sex with a virgin. Perhaps it's been centuries since she last had a lover…

I hold myself there, nearly fully buried inside her, her walls gripping my dick tightly. Ophelia covers her face with her hand, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer size of my cock. I can feel the tip pressing against something deep within her—most likely her womb.

Once I sense she has adjusted to my size, I begin to move my hips, setting a measured, deliberate rhythm. Her pussy clings to me with a grip so intense it's nearly overwhelming. The sensations threaten to bring me to the edge and cum far sooner than I would like.

As her body starts to relax and adjust, her pussy loosens slightly, allowing me to move more fluidly. With each thrust, her juices coat my cock, spilling over and soaking both of us. Her hands find their way to my back, stroking me tenderly, and soon our lips lock in a heated kiss as I continue plowing into her without pause.

"Ahn~" Ophelia moans each time I thrust deep, her voice rising with pleasure. Her nails rake lightly across my back, and she kisses me with wild ferocity, though as the intensity of our movements increases, she eventually loses focus. Her lips part, unable to form words, replaced by a series of moans that echo around us.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Her legs fold up into a perfect missionary position, granting me deeper access. I thrust into her with relentless vigor, hitting the very depths of her pussy. She cum several times, her body shaking as she experiences deep, shuddering orgasms. At one point, she squirts, her fluids drenching both of us, but I don't stop. My hand moves to her clit, rubbing it in tandem with my thrusts.

"Ahn~"

"Mmmh~"

"Ouw~"

Her cries of pleasure spur me on, driving me to thrust faster and harder. Her pussy is dripping, her juices acting as the perfect lubricant. With each movement, I feel myself getting closer to ejaculation, my cock throbbing as her walls tighten around me, milking me with every thrust.

With one final, powerful thrust, I release inside her. My cum floods her womb in thick, heavy spurts, her pussy contracting around me as if drawing out every last drop. When I pull out, I'm surprised to see not a single drop of my seed leaking from her.

Ophelia lies beneath me, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Her gaze locks onto mine, unwavering, a quiet intensity in her eyes. She begins to rub her stomach gently with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"You've made me understand what I truly desire," she says softly, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude. "All this time, I was searching for a purpose. I was lost, bored, and lonely. But you… you've shown me the way. I will do my best to make Zella forgive me. And I'll raise our daughter properly."

As she stands, still rubbing her stomach, her gown and undergarments float toward her, reassembling themselves onto her body. I can't help but watch in awe as the fabric settles perfectly in place. Once dressed, she turns to me, her face flushed but composed.

"What happened between us today is significant," she says. "No matter how I try to explain this to Zella, I doubt she'll forgive me. If she doesn't, I just hope she won't hate her unborn sibling for it." Her hand lingers on her stomach, the joy in her expression unmistakable.

"I don't think we should tell her yet," I say, shaking my head. "We'll reveal the truth when the time is right."

Reaching for Excalibur, I draw the sword from the ground. With a single, powerful swing, I tear through the fabric of the pocket dimension, destroying it in an instant. The space around us collapses, and in the blink of an eye, we reappear in the throne room where Old Man Duke sits waiting, his eyes narrowing as he notices our arrival.

"J-Jake, what happened?" Old Man Duke asks, his voice laced with confusion as he watches me and Ophelia return. Although he sighs in relief for some reason, the bewilderment etched on his face is impossible to miss. Luckily, Ophelia's stoic expression masks everything that had actually transpired between us. With her composed demeanor, any story we tell will be believable.

Ophelia walks to her throne and gracefully takes her seat. "Old Man Duke, I dueled with Jake, and he won. He is surprisingly strong and worthy of being called the reincarnation of the Protoss," she says, her voice calm and even, as though discussing something trivial.

Old Man Duke's mouth drops open.

"H-He managed to defeat you?" he stammers, disbelief flooding his face. Judging by his shock, I can't help but wonder how things might have gone if Ophelia hadn't intentionally let me win. Sure, I could've kept attacking her, but eventually, I'd have run out of energy and stamina.

Once the initial disbelief passes, a look of pride spreads across his face. But Ophelia's next words catch me completely off guard.

"Old Man Duke, before our duel, Jake and I made a bet. If he won, he would impregnate me. If he lost, he would never see my daughter again. Since he won… well, you can guess what's going to happen," she says smoothly, lying through her teeth. Her fabricated story is annoyingly convincing, though I hadn't expected her to reveal this to Old Man Duke. Clever move.

"S-So you're having a child with him?" Old Man Duke stammers, his expression turning several shades of red as his jaw drops further.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Yes."

"W-What?!" Old Man Duke's face practically explodes with shock. "You… and a man… together?" he sputters, clearly struggling to process her words.

He clutches at his chest, his hand pressing against it as though trying to steady his heart. "Jake, I swear you're going to be the death of me. You keep planting your seeds everywhere! I never, not even in my wildest dreams, imagined something like this could happen between you two. Now, what are you going to tell Zella?"

"What are you talking about? What aren't you telling me?"

The familiar voice cuts through the room like a blade, freezing us all. I turn to see Zella, who has just teleported into the throne room, carrying Xander in her arms. Her piercing gaze lock

s onto us, her face twisted in a deep scowl.

Fuck.