122. The taste of her own medicine.**

Dali's eyes turned big. She couldn't understand how this man before her knew what she had done behind the closed door. It would be safe to say that even her father-in-law had no way of knowing it.

"How do you know?" She wanted to ask. She opened her lips to ask, but at that precise moment, her lower lips were stuffed with the thickest sausage she had ever felt. 

All that came out of her mouth was an unrestrained scream as she cursed, "Are you trying to kill me, bastard?"

"That's more like it." Thyra smiled as she moved a little to let her dick cosy inside her warm meat sleeve. "Those posh mannerisms don't suit you."

"Why don't you just kill me?" Dali couldn't differentiate the feeling inside her less-explored lower lips. 

Even if she didn't want to, her pussy was wrapped around his dick like a perfect cock sleeve. 

She felt a thumping sensation spreading inside her lower abdomen. However, she could not tell if it was the inner wrinkles of her vagina or Thyra's thick meat because the wall inside her baby hole was numb.

To make matters worse, her violator wasn't the most patient. Dali discovered a new limit to how far he could stretch her vagina with each thrust, only for his subsequent thrust to break that limit. 

And when he yanked it out of her vagina, it felt like he was ripping her vaginal walls right out of her like a pair of socks, which was even more devastating to her tight pussy.

She really wanted to know how Thyra knew about her long-hidden secret. Yet her mind was already overwhelmed with pain, discomfort, and a hint of ecstasy. 

Dali knew she wasn't and didn't want to enjoy it, but her body wasn't particularly under her control, nor was it willing to follow her intentions. 

All she could do at the moment was take slow, deep breaths to lessen the intensity of the uncomfortable feeling that her body had been yearning for a long time.

"You want to know how I know, don't you?" Thyra asked with a smile. 

While speaking, Thyra checked the length of his meat shaft to confirm that at least one-third of his dick was still outside her vagina. 

Yet he could feel the tight entrance of her womb already kissing the tip of the bulbous head of her monster limb.

*Slap* *Slap*

Even if she wanted, Dali's hand couldn't reach Thyra's cheek. 

She struggled beneath him, trying to push him away, which resulted in her slapping his chest and thick arms. 

However, it was already too late. Thyra could feel it, so Dali could too. 

Dali hadn't anticipated that this man's seed organ would molest the depth of her baby hole, which she believed only experienced stimulation during childbirth.

And it made her feel weird. When he started ploughing her long-unused fertile ground, her mind was filled with discomfort, disgust, and pain. 

She wasn't the type who was willing to be obedient to her husband, nor was she willing to become a feast for another man's lustful hunger.

Despite all her resistance, the more he moved, the more she felt her body had started to betray her intention. 

The quivering of Thyra's meat shaft echoed off her vaginal walls, and her tight hole seemed to be enjoying the monstrous wand's assault. 

Her ever-so-tight baby hole started to loosen to accommodate her lust quencher.

And as if that were not enough, the wet feeling that had previously been initiated only by her female slaves and servants began to flood her consciousness.

Actually, what she said was true. The only man she had been was her husband, the eldest son of city lord Feitur. 

It wasn't that she hated men or something. She also had a lover before. She, however, took the idea of virtue very seriously after receiving a fine education from her noble father.

Then, Dali was forced to get married so that her father's domain didn't go bankrupt. 

The lowest of lowlifes ultimately violated her chastity, which she had guarded for the ideal man. Her husband was the exact opposite of the man she was waiting for.

That man spent her wedding night in the room of his concubine. She didn't even get to meet him for months. 

Just when she was questioning her worth as a woman, that man walked into her room in the middle of the day and violated her in front of the servants. 

She didn't know what triggered his change, but from that day on, she had intercourse with her man every night. 

Although she didn't particularly enjoy the experience at first, she was happy that she could at least fulfil the duties of a proper wife. However, her happy days were short-lived.

One day, she found out that she was pregnant. She was ecstatic. She was happy to tell her husband the news but never saw him again after that. Her solitary life started again. 

At first, it was still okay. 

She was happy with the news. But the more days passed, the more her frustration grew. 

She heard the servant gossiping about her being a thrown-away wife. Even if she initially ignored them, the pregnancy soon started to affect her mood, bringing out all of her accumulated anger.

More importantly, being with her man and receiving his love every night had unknowingly made her weak and thirsty for a man's touch. 

However, her education and pride never let her submit herself to another man again. At least, not until tonight.

"I have been known to have a radar, you know?" When Thyra bent down, his dick twisted inside her, making her moan out loud. 

She quickly wrapped her arms around Thyra's neck, hoping that he would slow down. But she looked at Thyra, trying to say something but only ending up frowning in the end.

Holding his neck didn't do anything other than make him raise his hip and thrust, making the bulbous tip break through the flower opening of her womb again. 

Thyra kept the bulbous head of his penis in her womb, saying, "Sexual frustration is one of the reasons that made you look for other alternatives."

Although no one had told her these illicit words before, she could clearly understand what Thyra meant. She finally asked, "How do you know?"

Thyra added with a grin, "Where were your eyes when your father-in-law was nude and fucking a young girl while making lewd advances?"

This time, the shock on her face was genuine. "You were there too?"

Thyra smiled, saying, "You were like a hungry predator, enjoying the discomfort on that young servant's face." 

Thyra knew this world had already made many weird-shaped dildos. So, making some strap-ons might not be a challenge. "You have destroyed the holes of many, don't you?"

Even if she didn't want to say it out loud, it was true. It was a month after she learned that she was pregnant. 

She hadn't seen her man for the last month. It was then that she heard that one of the maids she had brought with her from her prenatal house had slept with her husband.

In anger, she called her and kept her in her room. She hoped that if she kept her, her man would come too. 

He didn't, and her frustration and anger was directed at her. Dali violated the pussy of the servant with the toy penis until she was unable to walk for days. 

At that moment, she realised her kink. The distress and discomfort of those girls excited her. 

She was excited for the first time in a month. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was wet. She found new entertainment.

"Ahhhhh…" The distress of her own womb had made her scream.

"How does it feel to taste your own medicine?"