Elena lay on the bed, her huge dark tits exposed to the air. Her arms pressed them together from both sides, forcing them into full, obscene mounds that swelled upward.

Life has been... good, lately.

She’s been working hard, studying Goldenveil daily, planning new neighborhoods, and, with Ethan’s help, guiding the city’s now ten master builders, who simply wouldn’t stop erecting new houses.

She’s been sleeping little, but honestly, things were getting better and better.

She already had servants to handle the tedious chores. A plumbing system to provide water whenever she wanted a nice bath. A heating system for the winter.

She closed her eyes, remembering her past life.

At twelve, she lived as a street girl, stealing to survive with nothing but a knife she used to protect herself.

At thirteen, a group of powerful men captured her, claiming she was the true and only living heir of a dying count.

That same year, her newly discovered father passed away, and she became a countess.

At fifteen, she established her power and, with the help of the loyalist faction, painted the streets red with the blood of traitors.

At twenty, she expanded her county and became a duchess.

At twenty-five, she assassinated the king and became queen.

At thirty, she unified neighboring kingdoms and declared herself empress.

At thirty-eight, the Fallen Sun Empire defeated her, eventually forcing her to take on the role of minister of imperial urban development.

At forty-five, she was assassinated. Probably by some of the nobles whose marriage proposals she had rejected.

A considerably short life compared to her peers, many of whom lived into their hundreds. Some, over a thousand years.

But she was happy.

She had been given a second chance, and even though Goldenveil’s path was far more difficult than the original one, as she would have to rebuild a society from scratch rather than simply dominate it, she was confident.

Alongside her hot husband and his other beautiful wives, she could fulfill all the dreams of her past life.

She was, honestly, very grateful to her younger self for not succumbing to any bitter marriage. For saving herself to focus on her empire.

A long, sweet sigh escaped Elena’s lips as her hands traced her own body, pulling the dress down until it rested on her hips.

Long, delicate fingers traced a slim, sensual belly, sliding over the visible hip bone and the soft bump of her plump mons pubis, which concealed a tight pussy.

Her hips shifted against the bed as she stretched, a sweet, lazy smile spreading across her face.

Her eyes flew open when the suite’s bathroom door swung open, revealing Ethan’s figure.

His golden hair was a little longer than usual, falling over his shoulders and almost reaching the powerful muscles of his chest. He hadn’t had it cut in a while. Not that it was unkempt or dirty; Alice and Elena herself always took care of their man in that regard, with even Evelyn helping out from time to time.

His chest was bare. Pale skin outlined sculpted, powerful muscles, glistening in the light that filled the room.

Beneath the towel covering his waist, a long, thick bulge pressed against the fabric, as if it wanted to tear through it to reach her.

The full lips of the dark-skinned beauty curved into a provocative smile, and she stood up abruptly.

Her enormous black tits bounced violently with the motion, heavy and round, the dense flesh jolting before settling into a soft, hypnotic sway. She cupped them with both hands to contain the movement, fingers sinking into the pliant warmth, her dress still tied at the waist and her chest completely bare.

"Did I make you wait too long, sweetheart?"

She approached Ethan, pressing her body against his. Her enormous tits met his chest in a tight embrace, the soft, weighty flesh compressing against his hard muscles, bulging outward from the sides as she squeezed closer.

She stood on her tiptoes, her body rising slightly, just enough for her lips to brush against his.

"Or... would you rather I call you daddy?" She purred, her voice sensual and drawling, so obscene that it alone would be enough to make any man hard as a rock.

She knew how much that sort of thing turned him on. And she couldn’t control herself.

"Does daddy want to fill Elena’s plump, tight little pussy with his seed?♡"

Ethan shuddered and his hands, which had been on Elena’s waist, slid down toward her plump ass.

He grabbed the two shapely cheeks, squeezing hard. The fat, generous flesh spilled between his fingers, bulging obscenely through the gaps as he tightened his grip, her soft skin dimpling under the pressure.

Without hesitation, he pulled her up. Elena’s legs rose and wrapped around his hips.

Her enormous breasts surged upward with the motion, bouncing heavily before settling against his face, engulfing him in a tight, suffocating embrace of warm, dark flesh.

Just below, his cock sank between her wide, soft cheeks, the thick shaft squeezed firmly between those plush mounds of ass, her flesh molding around him on both sides.

"Ah..." he gasped against her breasts, lifting her onto his cock until the tip aligned with the darkened lips of her vulva.

He leaned forward, held her ass in place, and thrust his hips.

"Nghnnn~~ E-ethan! Aghnn~~"

A long, obscene moan echoed as the twenty centimeters of cock entered Elena’s pussy in one go.

His hips struck her ass with a firm impact, and the plump, round flesh rippled from the collision, shockwaves rolling through each cheek, the fat quivering under the grip of his hands.

She grabbed his head tightly. Her arms squeezed her breasts together into incomparably full orbs, the heavy dark flesh bulging and overflowing between her arms, her hands pulling his face deep into those two large, soft, round mounds until he nearly disappeared between them.

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