Jiemma's Redhead Retribution (Jiemma x Erza and Irene)

Jiemma Orland couldn't get over his crushing defeat by the hands of Fairy Tail, and decided to take a vacation to help cool himself down. By an unlucky, or perhaps, lucky twist of fate, he runs in to one of Fairy Tail's ladies at the island resort, Erza Scarlet who was visiting with her extremely hot mother Irene to form a bond. Jiemma thought of a plan upon seeing their skimpy bikinies, a way to achieve retribution.

Tags - MILF, Creampie, Blowjobs, Hypercock, Alternate Universe, Impregnation.

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Irene Belserion and Erza Scarlet weren't your typical pair of mother and daughter, their familial issues ran far deeper than many other parents and children could relate to. The fact of the matter was, however, while they might have both seemed to be the type that wouldn't necessarily care, they both did, dearly. Which is why in an attempt to form a bond together, to sit down and put their pasts behind them, and to learn more about each other, and what they've gone through since being separated for the nearly the entirety of their lives, Irene and Erza took a vacation together away from the strenuousness of work and took a few days off to relax in a decently popular vacation resort.

Apparently, it was renowned enough that a familiar face that Erza had encountered over her journey happened to be there, too. Jiemma Orland, the Guild Master of the once strongest Guild in the world, Sabertooth also happened to be taking a much needed break by spending his time alone recovering from the humiliation he faced when Sabertooth suffered a crushing defeat to the once has-been's Fairy Tail. Sitting comfortably on his back on a chair near the edge of the pool, enjoying the relatively pleasant hot temperatures and the beautiful weather, he caught a glimpse of the Fairy Tail wizard, each and every member was a person that he simply couldn't ever forget.

Erza Scarlet, and a woman that he had not known, but could already tell from a glance who she was because of their similarities in appearances, came strolling in and interrupting his peaceful abode by doing nothing but merely existing near his presence. He couldn't control his rage the moment he noticed that one of those scoundrels were near his vicinity, starting to exude an immense aura with his veins bulging across his burly frame. The pair of redheaded beauties were clad in impossibly erotic, flimsy bikini's that hardly covered any of their perfect skin. Erza was confident in her own body, and never really minded walking around naked in the streets if need be, flaunting her voluptuous figure as was her mother because Irene allowed her to pick the outfit in her stead, having never known that her daughter was into dressing like some hot skank.

"You seem to have some wild admirers, my daughter." teased Irene, noticing Jiemma from a mile away as his aura was so powerful.

"Jiemma? That's certainly not a man I would expect to see out here. Oh well, ignore the bitter old fool. I intend to forget all about the worries I have on this trip, let's make it one to remember, mother!" cheered Erza, not allowing her mood to be ruined by some stingy old man that had already lost to her.

"That sounds wonderful. Why don't you go ahead and check in for us, I want to take in some of the view." said Irene, sending off Erza as she saw no reason to be wary, agreeing and excitedly hopping off to the nearby check-in station, with Irene intentionally doing so as she strutted over towards Jiemma's direction, resting by the pool.

"Hey, you. I don't know what happened between you two, but I'm here to fix and heal the relationship with my lovely daughter. If you try anything funny, then you will have to go through me first." threatened Irene, all the while Jiemma was simply awestruck by Irene's unbelievably busty figure, paying no mind to her verbal threats, simply undressing her with his lecherous gaze. Not that her revealing, sexy bikini left anything to imagination, anyways. Jiemma wouldn't necessarily consider himself a pervert, but with his rage subsiding when Erza left his line of sight, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the bodacious bombshell in front of him.

Not even receiving a response, but Irene at least satisfied that he seemed to drop the hostile act, she flipped her luscious hair and turned around, walking away and leaving the situation at that. If he were impressed by what he saw on the front, then Jiemma was literally blown away from what Irene was packing from the back, her generously curvaceous figure was so shapely that she unintentionally walked with a sway to her hips, overall her body was flawless, and held no rival. Irene's ass was impossibly thick, and the bikini only contained a single string running up along the line of her buttcrack, the globes of flesh that were her cheeks jiggling and shaking whenever she would so much as take a single step.

The sinister face he made when he imagined how great it would be to fuck her brains out was intimidating to say the least, his jaw was hanging before recollecting himself and licking his lips, placing a hand on his thighs and casually rubbing his hardening erection as he never kept his eyes off of Irene's delicious rump until she completely left the area entirely.

"Oh my… Is that Erza's mother? She's quite the catch. I don't think I've ever seen a woman quite as beautiful as her… Not to mention, that body of hers. It looks like she was made to be fucked." The internal monologue of Jiemma was one that nobody would have ever expected him to think like.

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Later that day…

Irene and Erza's day transitioned seamlessly without any issues, Jiemma for the most part leaving them alone, or at least not confronting them, was what they assumed. They spent the majority of it chilling outside, enjoying the warm breeze, wearing their exposing bikinis without shame, splashing water on each other in the pool, delighting in a relieving swim. Not realizing that he was spying on the mother and daughter, taking in all of their thickness, the hottest pieces of ass that he'd ever seen. In doing so, he later noticed that it seemed the apple didn't fall far off from the tree. Erza's body was always covered with some type of armour or dress, but Irene's daughter, that bitch from Fairy Tail shared some wonderful proportions too. Though, compared to her mother who was a walking bombshell, there wasn't much of a contest. It is at this crucial moment where Jiemma starts to develop a plan to not only make both mother and daughter his bitches, but also to take his sweet revenge on Fairy Tail at the same time. Erza was one of their top mages, and to reduce her and her sexy ass mother into a walking onahole was at the top of his priorities.

The trip wasn't a one-day vacation, meaning they were going to stay there for at the very least an entire week. The following days, Jiemma kept a close watch on both of them, trying not to stick out like a sore thumb and play it off like he merely enjoyed the outdoors so much that he didn't want to return to his room. He even tried to seduce them, picking out a speedo that hid very little of his massive bulge, but ultimately failing to attract their attention as both Erza and Irene seemed to be trying to avoid him.

After all of his peeping and observation, Jiemma started to learn some specific habits about the thick mother daughter combo, ones that he could exploit and use to his advantage, and finally commence the beginning of their downfall.

"This is going to be amazing.." thought Jiemma, rubbing his hands together.

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During nightfall…

Erza felt somewhat exhausted after expending a lot of her energy trying to find ways to please her mother and converse with her, calling it a night and tucking herself in bed, with Irene deciding to stay awake to try and enjoy the adult night life that she had heard so much about. Planning to take a stroll through the casino, purchasing numerous wines that were on the expensive side, drinking them all, having a blast which was one of her favorite hobbies. Changing from that skimpy, alluring bikini into something more fitting for the occasion, Irene Belserion showcased her womanly hourglass figure. The dress that she wore popped out with vibrant, elegant red. It was one that she hadn't worn before, buying it specifically for this occasion, and it resembled her usual attire but was a bit on the fancier side, still leaving her abundant cleavage spilling out for all the men's sore eyes to see.

As she is about to enter the bar, Irene is approached by the huge hulking figure of Jiemma, standing at an absurd height that wasn't normal for regular humans, towering above her in every way, wearing a surprisingly professional suit that one couldn't really imagine a man like him wearing. Irene was overwhelmed a bit by how freakishly big this man really was, having not noticed the sheer size difference when they had first met, because he was sitting down and she was more focused on protecting her daughter than his frame. Her first impression was different than his usual personality as he was trying to relax and was almost out of character, and due to the sudden appearance of the man's massive size, Irene smirked slightly as she stared up at him.

"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Irene, perhaps intrigued by it. Irene wasn't the type of woman to be charmed by a measly scrawny brat, perhaps it was due to her history as a dragon, but bigger was always better.

"I want to make it up to you for what happened a few days ago. Can I buy you a drink?" offered Jiemma, his voice impossibly deep and almost intimidating, the type of manliness that didn't shy Irene away but would have shooed away other more tame girls.

"A free drink? I don't see why not." chuckled Irene, pleasantly surprised when he took her hand like a gentleman, and she didn't resist his touch, allowing him to hold it as he guided her towards the bar counter, walking in front of her and hiding the victorious grin on his face. Irene was so mesmerizingly gorgeous that no other man had the guts to even try flirting with her, Jiemma had his doubts at first, but she seemed to be in a great mood, and hadn't yet turned him down or shown disinterest.

He pulled out the chair for her and helped Irene sit down on it, noticing all of her wonderful curves up close as she sat down and thanked him for the kind gesture, perhaps her first impressions of him were totally off the mark, thought Irene. Allowing him to entertain her for now, not seeing a problem with how he was behaving.

"What would you like to drink with me?" asked Jiemma.

"Hmm, let's see…" muttered Irene, briefly scanning the menu and tracing her finger along the list of options before her, stopping at one specifically as her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Oh, how about this one!" said Irene, picking the absolute most expensive drink on the menu, the highest priced one that she could find. Most men probably wouldn't have been able to afford the cost, but Jiemma was a Guild Master, and not to mention, to treat the hottest woman he'd ever seen was a privilege. The money didn't matter now, he had more important matters on hand.

"You, boy. Make two of these for the fine woman and myself." instructed Jiemma, calling over the young looking bartender who nervously nodded his head, the odd couple intimidating him slightly as they had a certain presence to him that he couldn't describe.

"Wow, I'm impressed. How could someone like you, who looks homeless, have any money! I would have never guessed it." teased Irene, a devilish smile on her face.

"I'm not some nobody, I am the Guild Master of one of Magnolia's top guilds, Sabertooth." boasted Jiemma proudly, taking some offence by her off putting remarks but ultimately ignoring them, not allowing his pride to ruin his chance of treating his cock to a delicious treat.

Irene's eyebrow raised at his revelation, and perhaps started to take just a tad bit more interest in him, in fascination with it. As the drinks arrived, the two were already absorbed in conversation, primarily about all the fuss that transpired before, and with Jiemma properly apologizing for it, explaining that he'd been sour about taking a loss by the hands of Fairy Tail. Irene laughed at how silly it was that he wanted to exact vengeance for it, but he tried to control himself and brushed it off, something else that helped distract him was eyeing Irene's pristine figure from top to bottom, there wasn't a single detail about her that wasn't turning him on, everything about her, from her captivating eyes, the scent of her perfume, her womanly voice, Irene was utter perfection. That was the conclusion he came to, as the two eventually finished their drinks, the expensive liquor went down like water for them.

"I'm surprised that you're actually trying to take me out for a drink. You see, I'm not easily impressed by such flattery." confessed Irene, crossing her right leg over her left one and inadvertently giving him a chance to sneak a glimpse at her panties, wondering what type of undergarment she wore considering how revealing her bikini was.

"I see, you like things a little risky, eh? How about this, how about I challenge you to one of the games here at the Casino?" offered Jiemma, which Irene immediately agreed to as casino games was one of her specialties.

"I would love to!"

"It wouldn't be as fun if we compete over nothing, so why not turn up the stakes? The loser would be binded a magical contract that will force them to obey the every command of the winner, and if they refuse to cooperate and disobey the contract, their magical powers will be stripped away from them." challenged Jiemma, confidence in his voice as he leaned closer to Irene.

Skeptical was the first thing Irene felt at the extremely dangerous offer, but being the hothead that she is, Irene was extremely intrigued by the idea, easily falling for Jiemma's taunts as she would have felt weak if she backed down now.

"The winner will get what they want, huh? Then in that case, when I win you will become my slave, Jiemma." exclaimed Irene, unwavering and without a doubt in her mind that she would return from this game a victor. Thinking about all of the possibilities of having such a slave, puffing her chest outwards proudly and unnknowingly accentuating her already eyepopping bust.

"Yes, and in reverse, if I were the one to come out victorious, and you the loser. Then that means you will become my woman, Irene." smirked Jiemma, almost putting a blush on Irene's face from his bold proclamation. Her needs were a lot more sinister than his, but he had just confessed to being interested in her, and while Irene was used to drawing out such feelings by men, for some reason Jiemma's made her shiver with excitement, the entire ordeal admittedly was very hot for Irene.

The game ensues and after a long, competitive battle, Jiemma of course was the one who emerged victorious. Irene was adequate in her abilities, but Jiemma had been practicing over the course of the past few days in preparation for this, everything was calculated in one way or another. Irene looked shocked when she officially lost, stunned with her eyes opened wide, hardly able to hear Jiemma's shouts of victory as the noisy surroundings around her seemed to tne out.

Jiemma in fact was so elated that he didn't waste a single second of time, cupping Irene's cheeks with those humongous burly fingers of his, smashing his lips onto hers and deeply kissing her, starting with his tongue already forcing its way past her slightly agape mouth, those strawberry sweet lips soothing to the touch as the smell of alcohol and his breath was all Irene could smell, taken aback by his boldness, Irene yelped into his mouth and started to become wet and slightly aroused, her nipples getting harder due to the assertive physical contact which she had been derived of for literal centuries. His grasp descended from her chin and onto her neck, possessively holding onto her throat as he groaned in between her lips, and his big full lips suffocated hers as his long tongue wrestled hers and dominated it easily. This all happened so quickly, before Irene could even think of pushing him away, having her hot mouth invaded caused Irene to lose herself even more, light headed and dizzied as she took a step backwards to retreat, but Jiemma caught her and held her by the waist, pulling her into his front as the towering muscular hunk shared a sloppy, saliva filled kiss as he made out with her.

"Mmnph!~.. Mmm!~.." moaned Irene, incapable of even fighting against not only Jiemma but the waves of pleasure surging through her body, literal goosebumps formed on her slender arms as she reached up for his neck, trying to hold onto something as the unlikely couple got better acquainted with one another.

Growling into her lips as he became greedy, thirsty for more, his huge mutts pawing at her incredible breasts, pinching the erect bud of her rock hard nipples, the two moaning into each other's mouths and twisting their tongues deeply, slick slurping noises emanating from their lips as they engaged in what felt like an eternity of deep kissing. A hard blush on Irene's face that matched the colour of her hair as Jiemma slid his lips against hers numerous times as his tongue sought to explore the entirety of her delicious, appetizing mouth. His meaty appendage had already begun hardening to full mast, running down his right leg as he fondled Irene's bustiness and tongued her so hard that their saliva was starting to drip down their chins.

Until eventually, Jiemma released her, and pulled away. Irene's eyes were half-lidded as she stared up towards the Giant that had just given her a wet kiss that left her panties soaked, a complete mess as her thighs rubbed together and she quivered slightly. Irene had never met a man so confident to try and dominate her like this, and it turned her on, being one of the strongest women on the entire planet.

"I was never going to lose this game, Irene." confessed Jiemma, confusing Irene as she listened, still in a daze.

"I noticed your addiction to them, and I decided to use that to my benefit, and now, you are my bitch Irene."

Jiemma let out a primal growl as he did so, cracking a smile that showed all of his teeth, having never felt this accomplished in his life. The sound of being called a bitch nearly made Irene moan as she bit down seductively on her bottom lip, reaching out with her left hand and rubbing her palm against his clothed dick, grabbing the immense girth through his pants, feeling it's majesticness, it's manliness, the turgid beast that was making her lose confidence.

"Your bitch? It's not going to be as easy a task as you think, to conquer me." scoffed Irene, secretly liking what he had called her. Bold men were just her type, and especially ones that were this big. A tiny dick wouldn't be able to satisfy her, but Irene could already tell that wasn't a problem, glancing down towards his crotch and gasping audibly at the discovery, it was like his snake-like penis never had an end in sight.

"Just the way I like it." chuckled Jiemma, making him all the more excited at the thought of breaking Irene, and truly making her his cumhungry cockslut, easily picking her up and lifting her over his broad shoulders boldly in front of everyone. Those that were drunk and living it up in the bar could already tell, Irene was going to get fucked, as the two started their journey over towards Jiemma's room, the place where Irene's life would change forever.

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On the way there…

The mere thought of what was about to ensue had both Jiemma and Irene on edge, incapable of keeping their hands to themselves despite not being able to enjoy the privacy of their room. On the elevator up to Jiemma's room, they were already playing with each other, tussling around, sharing brief lip smacking kisses, rushed and in hurry, desperate to ease the coaxing pleasure that was drawing them near, in an almost animalistic pattern as their kissing wasn't soft and cute at all, more like rough and filled with sexual passion. Already breathing heavily as they separated, Irene turned around and then backed her fat ass against him, teasing his dick with gyrating motions of her hips as she grinded into that tree-trunk like cock of his, enamoured by the inhumane size that the gigantic man was boasting. If it wasn't Irene who was initiating the teasing, then it was Jiemma who shoved her against the elevator walls, with Irene responding by hiking one leg up along his sides, as he started to rub against her pussy with the raging bulge in his pants, the two emanating intense breeding sensations as their bodies were naturally preparing themselves to mate, enveloping their mind's rationale completely.

When the elevator doors slid open after what felt like forever, captivated in the heat of the moment, Jiemma once again manhandled Irene, picking her up off the floor, something that Irene adored as she squealed, lifting all the way up until her crotch was literally submerged on his face, and he smelt her potent arousal and started to lick her dampened pussy through the silk fabric separating them, right in the middle of the corridor, as he carried her over to his room.

"Irene, you're going to be a changed woman after I'm done with you." growled Jiemma.

"Will I? Let's see what you can do then, Jiemma. Don't think just because your dick is a little big that I'll start fawning for you so easily." responded Irene, squeezing his huge head in between her thighs, with him enjoying the smoothness of them.

The door slammed shut behind them, not even bothering to lock the doors, whatever was happening outside of that room meant null to them. Jiemma and Irene, those two didn't care about anything else except each other. He flung her onto the mattress upon entering the room, as Irene landed roughly and bounced on the bed, not minding the rough play, a sly smile on her face as she fixed her hair after flipping it, beckoning at Jiemma to come closer as he already started to strip himself clean of any clothing. There was no need, because Jiemma intended completely to take Irene for his own, wanting to fuck her into an inch of her life.

He fiddled with his trousers before pulling them down, and his boxers along with it, releasing the hidden beast within, possibly fourteen inches of pure virile man meat, perhaps even more whipping out with incredible force, smacking against his chiseled thigh as Irene took in the entirety of his nude muscle-bound figure. Old he was, but so was she, the only difference was that their bodies maintained their youthful prime. Jiemma's penis was the largest she'd ever seen, and by a huge margin. Irene always tried to stifle her reactions, not wanting to give Jiemma the benefit of doubt that he was winning her over.

"H-Huge… That's-... That's really your penis? It's fucking huge! I've never seen one quite like it. That's unbelievable. Are you really a mere human? I'm having trouble believing that one could grow a cock this large…" exasperated Irene, truly baffled by the actual size of it. Although she had a general idea from grasping it with her hands, seeing it up close and personal was an entirely different story. The sight alone of Jiemma's conqueror was enough to make her cum a minor amount, her racy panties completely drenched, as she watched the lurching manhood bob up and down and his equally impressive ballsack sway as he approached her.

"Yes, I've always been like this. Do you like it, naughty whore." scoffed Jiemma.

"Hah, a whore? Please, don't act like just because you've got a monstrous dick that I'll be bowing down to you. The size of that thing makes you seem more like a monster than a human." insulted Irene, teasingly blowing him a kiss and loving to see how he'd always get angry at the harsh words she'd spew, but try to contain himself knowing the prize that awaited him.

"A monster? I'll show you, Irene. I'll show you what a monster I can be." threatened Jiemma, pouncing her on the mattress which creaked and nearly gave out from his crushing weight. It went without saying that he weighed significantly more than the average man, and Irene herself had never actually slept with someone so large. Irene's extravagant dress was nearly ripped to shreds as Jiemma impatiently tore it apart, making Irene debate between being irate but then her core tightened and her vaginal juices trickled out of her throbbing nether lips, allowing herself to be completely void of clothing as he discarded the shreds of the expensive-looking dress, immediately refocusing his eyes onto her humongous mammaries.

"If I'm a monster, then you're just a busty broad that was born to be fucked." growled Jiemma, caressing her perfect, breeding figure of hers, running his fingers along every curve, and groping her all the while. Starting with those plump breasts, squishing them to test the warmth and softness, then continuing down towards that thick, juicy ass of hers, spanking it roughly hard enough to elicit a pained moan from Irene's lips as she immediately bit down to silence it.

"You cheeky bastard, aren't you the monster that was born with a dick this big for the sole reason of having sex?" retorted Irene, instead of leaning closer to grab at it with her hands, Irene played with her new toy by reaching it with her feet, trying to pump and jerk it with the sole of her feet and trying to curl her toes around it.

The patterns of their breaths grew ragged as they molested each other's bodies with consent, overly touchy and curious as the two experienced adults discovered what it was like to fuck a partner who's body was so compatible with their own. Irene while demonstrating submissive tendencies, never met a man that could ever dominate her, always taking on the role herself, and trying to have Jiemma crumble before her feet as her footjob had his veiny ebony cockshaft throbbing within seconds, but he maintained his composure, refusing to give in as after all, Irene was the one who was going to be turned into his dutiful bitch. He latched his hot mouth and lips all over her perky nipples, sucking on them and getting a head start on Irene who let out a high-pitched moan, especially when his teeth grazed it, before he handled her like a piece of meat and start to place kisses trailing down towards her meaty buttocks, even kissing the thick cheeks of them and sucking on it, making Irene falter slightly as she tried to increase the friction her feet had on him, ultimately losing out as the dangerous combination of his skillful mouth nearly had her in shambles.

"N-Not yet, I'm not going to lose to you, Jiemma." claimed Irene, pushing his head away only after basking in the pleasure for a few minutes, starting an assault of her own as she lunged forward, laying flat on her stomach as she carefully wrapped her slender womanly fingers around the girth of it, the musky scent emanating from the behemoth cock had Irene blushing profusely as she couldn't help but inhale more of it through her nostrils.

"You're not? If I wasn't mistaken, it would seem that I was right about you. A good for nothing slut that can only think of my cock. Look at your face, you love it, don't you?" taunted Jiemma, wiggling it around and seeing how Irene's eyes followed it's every movement.

"Shut up, peasant. You're far too young to be talking like that to me."

In a swift motion, Irene opened her mouth wide, as far as it possibly could, a necessity because of how absurdly proportioned Jiemma's colossal cock was, stretching her mouth apart impossibly wide as Irene had a disgruntled look on her face trying to swallow it, not wanting to be outdone as she used whatever she could at her disposal to compete with Jiemma. Irene's godsent tits that were spilled out, pale and bouncy as ever, to wrap around the sides of his thick girth, covering whatever her throat couldn't handle as she inhaled a deep breath and started to shove his gargantuan length down her gullet. Irene's cheeks turned pink as she was deprived of oxygen, combining a naughty paizuri combo along with her lips that glided along his veiny meatstick, the pungent taste washing over her taste buds as Irene's pussy clamped because of it. Irene wanted to be in control, Jiemma was meeting her head on, leaning back and admiring the view as he condescendingly placed his head atop of her head, clenching a ball of fist within her luxurious locks, guiding her already erratic movements as Irene repeatedly took him in and out of her gullet, spittle and excess saliva coating however many sloppy inches that slid inside of her oral cavern like a piston. The fact that she was somehow able to cushion him with her pure boobage and still deepthroat him was a testament to how unbelievably big Jiemma was, it was a fact that was glaringly obvious, but it never really sunk in.

"Oh, fuck. You're damn good at this, even better than I thought. When I first saw those slutty tits of yours, I knew for sure they would be perfect for this. As expected of the mother of that Fairy Tail whore, that Guild is filled with nothing but perverse women, nymphomaniacs such as yourself!" roared Jiemma, allowing her to pump his heat-radiating engorgement within that endless valley of titmeat, that was lubricated from her thick saliva drooping down into her cleavage. Irene raised an eyebrow at his aggravating words, but couldn't find it within herself to peel her lips away from it, not even to take a momentary break, or a breath what have you. Instead, gradually she found herself humping the fingers that reached down to jam themselves inside of her hungry cunt, loud squishy noises could be heard as Jiemma thanked the woman he had planned to turn into his literal cumdumpster by fingering her crazy, until she would have to nut at the same time he did. Without warning, an uncontrollably barrage of semen spurted out in thick heavy streams from Jiemma's piss-slit, slamming against the back of her throat and making Irene's eyes pop out widely as her plush dick sucking lips slurped up the excess saliva leaving her mouth, cheeks hollowed as her instincts kicked into overdrive and she started to incessantly gulp down Jiemma's first ejaculation of the night.

"Gawwdd!~... Oohhh gawwwddd!~" mewled Irene, having to pull out to avoid drowning as the sheer amount of the stinky fluid travelled straight down her esophagus and into her stomach, leaving her with a sense of being full from having consumed too much of his cum. Irene nearly orgasmed herself not only from his teasing fingers but from the thought of choking on all of Jiemma's seed, lifting her head and giving the base of his shaft a few strokes with her huge honkers before Jiemma lost restraint and decided it was time to show Irene who was boss.

"Gghh!~"

"Are you ready, Irene? I'm going to ravage you like no other man has ever done before. This tight pussy of yours is only going to belong to me, you got it?" scolded Jiemma, rubbing her molten heat and seeing how filthy it was with her leaking juices, coating his fingers as he pulled it out of her. Irene was carried like a ragdoll with a man like Jiemma who was nearly breaking the bed himself, holding onto her arms and lifting her lightweight figure into the air, turning her around so that she was facing the opposite direction, and had a clear view of the impending impalement below their waists. Irene was panting and still had globs of leftover semen spilling from her agape mouth, staring down towards her crotch as Jiemma snuck his buff arms underneath her thighs and below her knees, past her armpits and shoulders, and holding her in a full-nelson lock by firmly grasping onto the back of her neck.

Irene was relatively adventurous in bed, but none of her partners in all of her years of living had ever taken her like this. This was a first, and Jiemma was establishing himself as Irene's greatest fuck.

"Do your worst, monster. You're so confident, but you haven't even made me cum! Never underestimate a Dragon Slayer, not to mention the creator itself!" laughed Irene, stubbornly putting up a facade as if she wasn't impressed, and striking a nerve with Jiemma whose very troubles began with those dragon slayers.

Immediately pinning her down from her prideful position, Jiemma retorted with his own comeback.

"Dragon slayer, huh? Then let me introduce you to my own creation, I call it the pussy slayer." taunted Jiemma, going down on Irene and performing expert cunnilingus as he simultaneously attacked by also fingering her asshole, the double insertion left Irene panting as she kicked her legs out and tried her hardest not to moan.

That type of talk would only warrant even harsher fucking, as Jiemme tightened his iron clad grip around her before drawing his mighty hips all the way back before slamming it up against her tight, heavenly vagina. Irene's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and a silent gasp left her gawking mouth as the intrusion of nearly nine whole inches entered her inner tunnels that hadn't been used in over a century. The literal wind knocked out of her upon impact as Irene started to fall under the miasma of passion, gasping out of bewilderment, rendered unable to move entirely as her arms and legs were pinned close to her body, shaking uncontrollably as Jiemma made her erotic body jiggle relentlessly as her huge milkers flopped up and down her chest, vibrating howling moans leaving from the depths of her arousal, coming out almost guttural.

"I haven't made you cum?! Then explain why you're so wet for me, Irene. Your pussy's flooded, it's like an ocean down here!" shouted Jiemma, triumphantly celebrating by stirring Irene's guts with wiggling motions of his hips, forcibly stuffing her to the brim and already stretching her out and jostling his shaft against her tight cervix, kissing her womb and pushing up against with increased vigour each time. Irene was talking big, for a woman who succumbed to a helplessly violent orgasm where shockwaves of pleasure rippled throughout her entire being, a full-body climax that left her vaginal cavity expelling torrents of tangy fluids, worsening it when Jiemma felt encouraged by it and decided to finish her thoroughly by delivering a flurry of devastating thrusts that shook Irene's entire world.

"Oohnnghh!~.. Ooh, fuck!~... Ohh!~. Aahh!~ Ahhhnngghh!~ Ggaaah!~ Ooooh!~"

"Mmm, what's wrong, cat got your tongue little missy? I thought you said I didn't make you cum?!" taunted Jiemma, almost folding her in half as Irene's eyes were fixated on the unruly connection of his sturdy hulking cock breaching the entrance of her sore, throbbing cunt and witnessing the result of her orgasm running down the back of her thighs and dripping onto the mattress. The primal noises of their skin slapping together as Jiemma completely bodied her left Irene feeling so depraved, completely forgetting that they were here together as a result of a bet, cumming frenziedly as it was a struggle to even breathe.

"D-Don't get so cocky, bastard… I'm just nngghh!~.. Oongh, good. You're gonna-... You're gonna make me cum again!~" admitted Irene, at a loss for words from the emotions Jiemma was making her feel. How long has it been, since Irene's felt fulfilled like this. Her insatiable desires had been kept locked hidden deep within her for countless of years, and Jiemma was expending days worth of sexual tension, obliterating Irene's velvety, exquisitely alluring pink folds as he hammered upwards inside of her with reckless abandon.

"S-So rough! I'm gonna break! You're gonna break my pussy!" yelped Irene in a panic, arching her head backwards as her eyes rolled to the back of their sockets, climaxing again and again as the stimulation was too much for her to handle.

"You're damn right I am! I'm gonna fill this naughty pussy of yours up with my cum, is that what you want?! Walking around wearing that slutty bikini of yours. You were begging to get fucked!" screamed Jiemma, pulling her down towards the assault of his hips, rendering Irene a grumbling, incoherent mess as sweat started to form on her body, used like some sort of convenient sex toy with her vaginal cavity adjusting and adapting to his size and shape.

"Unh-huh!~" moaned Irene without hesitation, hardly thinking of what she was saying as she was overwhelmed by the tremendous manhood tearing her apart from the inside. Hips buckling ferociously as Jiemma served well on his promise of creampieing her, letting out a thick, sloppy load within her nagging depths, the potent nutslop washing into her womb and making Irene scream at the top of her lungs, tongue hanging from the sides of her lips as she felt him dispose of inconceivable amount of semen being released into her fuckable body.

"Fucking slut! You're always talking like you're so much better than me, and yet here you are, unable to do a damn thing as I make you cum over and over!" breathlessly panted Jiemma, already recovering and transitioning into their next position.

He remained standing on his feet and maintaining balance on the bed, as he flipped Irene over to face his direction, talking to her face to face and seeing the delirious expression on her orgasmic face. Irene was an enchanting beauty, but he had her looking like just another whore, eyes clouded with lust, a satisfied sultry smile on her face.

"Let me see what you look like when I make you cum." taunted Jiemma, planting a firm, wet kiss on her quivering lips as he cupped both handfuls of her asscheeks to support her weight, refusing to take himself out of her luscious cunt, gratifying pleasure as the pressurized sensations forming deep within Irene's loins caused her to explode all over his massive engorgement, lathering the unyielding inches with a thick layer of her own cream, arms lazily hanging past his broad shoulders as she gripped something to hold onto, holding on for dear life as Jiemma traced his tongue along her lips, only leaning away to see the many facial expression Irene would make as he used his powerhouse frame to smash his bulbous cockhead against the entrance of her womb, beating it like a punching bag, having her continuously spasm onto his beastly erection, having never cum this hard nor frequently, starting to lose count as her mind was slowly becoming devoid of intelligible thoughts.

"Not so bad, for a freak." shot back Irene, mustering the last of her sanity to spew that out of her hissing teeth, before letting out another slew of depraved moans as her hips had a mind of their own, giving into temptation and riding Jiemma's superior member to yet another wild orgasm, the throes of passion controlling her every movement as Irene started to realize that sex with enormous cocks was addicting.

"You're going to be owned by this freak, you best watch who you're talking to!" exclaimed Jiemma, marking his territory by taking another plunge of the hips, his boiling testicles contracting before letting loose another splash of sticky sludge-like semen that flooded the very ends of her fertile womb. Her voice hitching as she twitched violently and randomly, as if a storm had run its course throughout her entire body, slumped and falling slightly limp as Irene nearly passed out.

"Oooh… How many times did he make me cum already? Five times? Ten?... I don't know…" wondered Irene, hardly able to process what was happening next as she was thrown down onto the mattress. It wasn't so bad, being tossed around like his bitch, the passing thought was something she hadn't uttered as landed onto her stomach, breasts smushed into the bedspread, white jizz oozing from her outstretched hole. Sex was never like this, normally an orgasm was something that the man would have to work for, and would always take several minutes to an hour before achieving. Jiemma was doing it nearly effortlessly, relying on the monstrous size alone.

"You look pathetic, Irene. You truly are hungry for my cock, aren't you?" growled Jiemma, wanting to demonstrate his dominance by beginning to slap her beautiful naked tits, fat round booty, and face with his gigantic fuckrod. She wasn't resisting at all, taking it all in stride, perhaps secretly enjoying being defiled like this, Jiemma wouldn't know. He was too enraptured once more by the sight of her heart-shaped rear sticking out at him, and he started to grind against it, sticking his lengthy tool against and then in between the cheeks, becoming absorbed and obsessed in the sensation of rubbing against it, dry humping and rubbing himself all over the roundness of her soft, jello-like cheeks. Already leaving two great creampies inside of her vaginal hole, it was time for Jiemma to claim another. After all, if he wanted to make Irene his bitch, he would have to do so meticulously, not leaving a single one of her fuckable holes untouched. Her mouth, and her pussy, the final one left was none other than her puckered entrance, her virgin asshole.

"Ugghh… He's doing me so hard… I'm starting to feel sore all over, but it's not bad… It's starting to-... No, it feels sooo goood…" admitted Irene, beginning to appreciate the turbulent climaxes that had been spiraling through her nether regions. Having already gotten a glimpse of what Jiemma could do, Irene was under the impression that they weren't going to call it quits for a long time, already expecting him to thoroughly abuse her for the rest of the night. What she wasn't expecting, however, was his erect cockhead pushing up against her anal, having never met a man bold enough to purposefully stick it inside of there, Irene glanced backwards and saw Jiemma aligning himself accordingly with her puckered entrance, those glove-like hands wrapping around her slim wrists, yanking on her arms powerfully as he spread her buttocks apart, pulling her towards his fervently driving hips, her tiny asshole was forced apart to accomodate with Jiemma's thickness.

"Unnnggghhh!~ Unnngghooo!~ Ooooh, Jiemma?!... Oohhnnghh" mumbled Irene, toes curling and her fingers clawing at the blanket sheets underneath them, her head tilted downwards as Jiemma palmed her bodacious hips and pulled her in tandem with his brutish thrusts. He callously hammered into her, ballsack swaying against her lush skin and slapping it. Making her booty cheeks clap together from the rugged way he was pounding it, serving as pillows for his onslaught. It was incomprehensible, they were at a tremendous pace, Irene couldn't tell if it made her want to scream in pain, or moan from euphoria, having her sides clutched as she gently sobbed as her anal walls fluttered around the spasming cock splitting her open, her body forced to give on to his unyielding strength, and lust.

They had constantly engaged in dirty-talk and insults, but Irene could hardly gather herself, breaking out in a nervous sweat, and it was only the beginning, as Jiemma started to whip his arm all the way back before spanking Irene hard, a resounding slap that his big palms and fingers left a pinkish-red imprint on her pale, snow-white skin as Irene mewled and started to meet his thrusts by pushing back against him, almost twerking in response to having her rectum fucked incredibly, it felt as if her mind had left her body, only rejoining it after in spurts as Irene huffed and puffed, trying to stay conscious. Bending over in submission, as Jiemma was putting his words into action, turning Irene into his bitch just like he said, a manly grunt escaping his lips as his serious eyes locked onto the rippling flesh that he simply couldn't stop slamming into like a battering ram. Her creamy white ass clenching around his dense, hefty shaft and in turn causing him to bust, Jiemma roaring Irene's name once more as he succeeded in coating each and every one of her fuckable holes the shade of his gooey cum.

"Take it!~... Take all my semen, Irene! You are my bitch!" exclaimed Jiemma, his heartless spanking thundering down onto her sore, aching cheeks that bounced and wobbled from the abuse, the searing hot pain leaving Irene in ecstasy as she experienced a vaginal orgasm from having her butthole wrecked beyond recognition. Her face turned pale like a ghost as she went cross-eyed, turning into Jiemma's condom as he left her many holes leaking with his man juices, pulling out not after a handful of soft thrusts bouncing her up and down for good measure.

Irene's trip to the island's resorts was originally intended as a means of atoning for her sins and to become a good mother for daughter, but none of that seemed to matter anymore, completely abandoning her precious Erza. Irene put up a valiant fight, but in the end, it was clear who the winner was slated to be. Jiemma was overwhelming her, overpowering her, dominating her. Irene had already fallen so deep into the depths of sensual lust, it was written all over her face. A sex-craved slut that could only think of sex alone she might have not been, but Irene completely let herself go and allowed herself to be taken in the arms of this manly man that had reintroduced her to the world of passion.

"I'm going to breed you, Irene. You came here with your daughter, is that right? I'll be giving her a sibling. I'm going to put a baby inside of this tummy of yours." spoke Jiemma in a deep, serious voice. He was completely determined to follow through on his plan, and Irene had no choice, after all, he was her master now, wasn't he? Jiemma rubbed her belly as he spoke those final words, flipping her around and pushing her down onto the mattress, his humongous frame nearly suffocating her as he leaned on top of the smaller lady, creating an indent in the mattress as his large shadow casted over her.

"You're going to breed me?" panted Irene, having trouble believing those words. Jiemma nodded his head and placed an almost loving kiss on her lips, holding onto her hands, and tracing down a trail until his big head was smothered in between her breasts, motorboating them playfully before sucking and then even biting on the erect buds that were her nipples, deeply kissing Irene's womb as he pushed her into an airtight mating press that left her little to no room to operate, only leaving her capable of wrapping her sexy legs around him in sexual contortion. This was the finale, an indefinite amount of time passed by, and while Irene constantly boasted that Jiemma couldn't win her over, Irene was already far gone past her limits. It was too long since she had sex, and Jiemma was simply too big for her to last as long as she could have with any other lover. Jiemma was on a different level genetically, and he made full use of his advantages.

"Aahh!~.. You're really going to do it… You're going to put a baby in me, Jiemma~... Oooh, oohh, I can't believe it… I can't believe this…" gasped Irene, her eyes half-lidded as she rode herself to another orgasm, locking her legs possessively around Jiemma, a sign that she wanted this, no, she needed this. Every fiber of her being dedicated itself towards pleasing this muscular hunk, tending to the sharp pain being inflicted by his teeth by lapping at each nipples with his tongue. The view of them was absurd, Irene was hardly visible underneath the titan of a man, their hardcore fucking reaching a climactic fever pitch, they held no pattern as they smashed against each other with animal magnetism, pushing on needier against him as his tanned rod-like cockshaft throbbed inside of her, building up stronger, hotter sensations. Back and forth he heaved, hips snapping sharply as they both soared to heaven. Voicing his intent to impregnate her didn't steer Irene away whatsoever, although she had very little control of her body, separating from Jiemma or pushing him away was the last thing on her mind.

Legs spread apart, shallow pants as her convulsing insides were massaged to completion, hips lifting off the bedspread to rock back and forth against the slippery snake that left her womb rejoiced and energized, a final tempestuous orgasm cascading through the entirety of her nervous system, leaving Irene in an empty-headed state as her mind broke from the ungodly pleasure, secreting heavy lubrication as Jiemma slid in and out of her with ease.

"Here it comes, Irene! I'm going to make you the mother of my child!" announced Jiemma, the words making Irene's heart skip a beat as he ricocheted off of her sprawled legs and Irene glanced down past the lumps of flesh that were her tits, and her creamy sweat soaked stomach, onto the incessant collision that was the pinnacle of euphoria, blasts of potent virile seed left Irene beaming as her cervix soaked it all up, squeezing her tiny white pussy with the desire to milk it dry, emptying out everything in those bloated balls of his into her womb. Guaranteeing her pregnancy Jiemma did as he leaned each and every one of his rugged muscles on top of her soft, breedable body. Her pussy gaping and inflamed from the utterly manly pounding Jiemma gave her, his muscles rippling in the dark as nighttime befell them, electric with lust Irene was, closing her eyes and feeling dreamy as pump after pump, rope after rope of fresh jizz entered the depths of her baby making body.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Y-You."

"Say it."

"I belong to you, Jiemma. I am your bitch!" squealed Irene, thrashing and heaving beneath him as their mutual residue flooded out of her beaten crotch.

Her memory was foggy after that moment, and Irene couldn't tell if they had continued throughout the night, forgetting when exactly did she fall into a sex-induced slumber. One thing was for certain, and that was that Irene felt that Jiemma was worthy of owning her. That level of lust and passion was something that she had never felt once before, not from her husband, not anyone. At the back of her mind, she thought, what would it be like if her own flesh and blood, her daughter, Erza Scarlet were to experience this? Irene was a twisted mind, and it made her smile. It was her mischievous and evil way to see Erza fall, maybe even leaving Fairy Tail, and both the mother and daughter would escape and spend meaningful time together with their new master. These perverted fantasies kept Irene awake, as Jiemma ruthlessly fucked her.