Aiden growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating straight through the seven ultra-massive bodies pressed against him like living silk and heated flesh. The sacred spring's warm current swirled around their naked, dripping curves—steam curling lazily up toward the bioluminescent cave ceiling—as his hands never stopped claiming every inch. His powerful arms stayed locked around Lusha's waist from before, but the moment the seven wives surged forward, the entire spring became a frenzy of soft, heavy flesh, puffy nipples, and quivering thighs.
"Focus, Eclipsa," he rumbled, voice dark and teasing. His large, warm hand slid down from her tight, puffy nipples to grip the soft, overflowing underside of her super-massive breasts. The fat flesh bulged between his fingers, warm and heavy, spilling over his palms like warm pudding. "You wanted my cock inside you. Then take it."
