Charlotte(Berserk)

"Be careful, Princess," the Falcon said peacefully, sprawling face-down on Charlotte's bed. "Even I have my sensitive spots."

Charlotte gave a contented grumble deep into the heft of Griffith's right asscheek. She had removed her royal tiara and propped it atop his left cheek, and the sheer mass of his bubblebutt kept it balanced. "I can't help myself," the Princess murmured, her voice muffled by overflowing flesh. She trickled her fingertips across the horizons of Griffith's smooth balls, tucked back behind his thighs, and eeped with pleasure when they pulsed.

"Such unseemly behaviour for a princess," Griffith teased her, reaching back to tousle his fingers through her dark hair. "What if your advisers found out?"

Charlotte drew herself up reluctantly, peering over Griffith's back, his tumble of golden hair. "Then I would order them silent."

Griffith sighed – and began to shift his hips, making his vast rump sway from side to side. Charlotte pursed her lips and stared, transfixed, at those pillowy buns wobbling for her. Griffith was like an idol of masculinity and femininity in perfect balance. His body was strong and trained, and his penis was huge: a smooth, hefty rod that reached most of the way down his thigh, easily thicker than Charlotte's wrist. But his face was wildly beautiful, his hair perfect, his hips and rear shapely beyond Charlotte's wildest fantasies. He made her heart race, her nipples stiffen, the seat of her undergarments turn damp. He had affected her so from the day she first laid eyes on him, and little had changed since.

Little, except Charlotte's own body. She had blossomed into womanhood with an astounding flourish, her chest swelling so that none of her old clothes fit. Her rear was a match for Griffith's, so they couldn't pass through a doorway together without mashing their hips up close and tight.

Now she kissed his flesh again, then leaned back on her knees and smiled at her love. He plucked the tiara off his rear and turned onto his back, peering at Charlotte over his taut pectorals. His member stirred, swelling with veins thicker than Charlotte's fingers. She could barely control her breathing in the face of Griffith's arousal – his desire for her.

"Princess," he said. "Come."

Charlotte leaned forwards onto her hands and knees, crawling along the elegant bedsheets toward Griffith. She covered his body with hers, straddling his waist with her silky thighs and sitting on the bridge of his cock. It bloated upwards and outwards, along the curve of her asscrack, until it stood full and stiff behind her, throbbing with such potent lust that Charlotte felt like she was sitting in a sauna, drops of sweat pinpricking her pale skin. Griffith reached up to her breast, and she touched his wrist gently as he fondled her enormous right teat. "You're perfect," she breathed. The words escaped her unbidden, and she gasped at her own profession. Griffith paused, her stiff right nipple pinned beneath his fingertip, and smiled with all the warmth of a loving mother.

"I don't deserve that."

Charlotte began to move her hips, sliding her luscious rump back and forth on the bridge of Griffith's cock. Tender breaths escaped his perfect lips while Charlotte explored his perfect chest and perfect shoulders with her hands. His perfect neck tensed when she kneaded it, and he raised his perfect chin when she lowered her head.

She kissed him. Deeply. Passionately. Her breasts squished over and around Griffith's chest, engulfing his upper torso in her love. She trailed her fingers through his golden hair, holding herself down on him until she needed to breathe. When their lips parted, a strand of saliva connected them, vibrating with their heavy breaths. Now even Griffith looked worked-up, his cheeks pink and his gaze sensitive. Charlotte licked her lips.

"I'm not a little girl anymore."

"You certainly aren't," Griffith said. He sat up and curled an arm around her waist, kissing her again…but Charlotte broke away before she lost herself in his soft, molten lips. "Hmm?"

Charlotte shuffled back. She bit her lip when she felt his cock dragging beneath her womanhood – until it popped up and smacked the bottoms of her boobs. She grinned as she sank forwards, pressing her heavenly globes around his member, swallowing most of his enormity up in pillowy banks of pale flesh. She kissed his cockhead. "Puah." Griffith gripped the bedsheets and exhaled, and Charlotte pinched the tip of his beautiful cock between her teeth, giving him a stare positively soaked in lust as she pressed her head down, deeper and deeper, taking him to her tonsils and then back to the cup of her lips, again and again, bulging her blushing cheeks around his girth.

"What a rare view," Griffith purred, cupping her cock-stretched cheek in a palm. "I swear I've had a dream just like this…"

Charlotte hummed and tickled around the base of Griffith's cock. Her tongue searched out as she swallowed him deeper, occasionally coughing and wincing. She had been training her gag reflex every night with Griffith, but she still struggled to take him. He was a man among men, and by the time she'd swallowed his member halfway, her entire neck had widened in a big, trembling bulge.

"You shouldn't push yourself," Griffith warned, but Charlotte was determined. She grunted and started to work her head up and down, glugging and gulping, spewing ropes of drool down the Falcon's throbbing cock. Griffith rolled his head back and moaned sweetly; she loved when he raised his voice in pleasure. Charlotte, squeezed her boobs tightly with her biceps until they were blocking her way downwards: then she let go, and scooted her hips back so her breasts spilled between Griffith's thighs, sucking ferociously. She went up and down, grunting and slobbering and – generally making a lot of un-princess-like noises. Griffith lifted his hips in a jerk of bliss, and then—

Charlotte's eyes widened when she felt the hot rush of semen down her throat. Her lips were close to his hilt, and jizz exploded between her teeth to crash across Griffith's pelvis as he pumped jet after long jet of jizz into her stomach, flooding it instantly. Charlotte shoved a hand beneath herself and rubbed her clit desperately, dropping her weight forwards onto Griffith's cock, trying to touch his pelvis with her lips. Glut! Gluttch! Glurrnch! Griffith's chest heaved with ecstatic breaths, and he petted Charlotte's hair as he unloaded into her. Just as she felt her belly start to strain, though, he yanked her head up – wrenching her throat off of his cock in a slimy, gargling cascade – and blasted the rest of his load over her face and breasts.

Charlotte flinched under the steaming gush, puking cum even as Griffith painted her pink face, sweaty boobs, and puffy tummy white. A few shots launched over her shoulder and slapped to the floor several metres behind her. Charlotte couldn't breathe! She gulped and gargled, but the load was too fierce, and—

Suddenly, it was over. Griffith dribbled the last few spurts of jizz over Charlotte's boobs, wringing his member in both hands. Charlotte wiped her eyes, then licked around her mouth, and then began to scoop Griffith's cum off her pale skin and into her mouth. He smiled at the depraved sight. Even though he'd just unleashed a cumload no other man could dream of, his cock was still rock-hard. He cupped Charlotte's trembling tummy in a hand. Her middle was slightly distended from the sheer volume of cum she had just swallowed, and made a sloshing sound when he pushed on it.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I…I want to be bigger," Charlotte said, after swallowing a particularly thick glob of delicious cream. "Mmn..!"

"Is it really that tasty?"

"It's yours," Charlotte said. That was answer enough. Griffith grasped her hips and flipped her onto her hands and knees, then leisurely arose. He strode gracefully around to the foot of the expensive royal bed and peered down at Charlotte's exposed rear, hands on his hips. Charlotte was burning up in her own lust. She buried her face in the sheets and gave a low moan – only to gasp when Griffith returned her tiara to her head.

He kneaded Charlotte's asscheeks, rolling his thumbs through swathes of soft flesh, while the royal purred and lifted her hips higher. She bit the bedsheets and gnawed, electrified by her own anticipation. She wanted to beg Griffith to hurry up and fuck her, but she controlled herself – barely – by clamping her jaw tightly shut and twisting the silk sheets under her fists.

At last, Griffith pressed his cockhead against her asshole. Charlotte gasped arched her back, desperate to feel him inside her. He spread her cheeks a little wider…and then, inch by inch, he penetrated. Charlotte rumbled in delight. Griffith's girth stretched her asshole wide, making her squirm and whimper in pain as much as in pleasure. At first he only pushed, inserting his beautiful cock slowly, testing her depths. They had done this enough times that they both knew Charlotte could take him balls-deep, but Griffith insisted in feeling Charlotte wrap around him bit by bit, watching her tender shivers and clenches, listening to her moans…

And finally, with half his cock inside, Griffith leaned over Charlotte and grasped her hair, tugging her head back slightly. She released the silk from her mouth, revealing the wide damp patch she had drooled into, and moaned into the air. "Griffith..! My love..!"

"My love," Griffith replied – and started to fuck her. Charlotte's eyes rolled back in pleasure as the Falcon began to rock his smooth body against hers, plunging his monstercock in and out with gorgeous claps and squelches. Her left hand sought across her tummy, and she crooned when she felt the bulge of his member inside her. She caressed it lovingly as it delved back and forth, her moans wavering as pleasure tugged at the edges of her sanity. This was the truest bliss she had ever known – basking with her love, taking him inside her, giving him as much pleasure as he gave to her. Griffith's breaths sped up as he pounded Charlotte's ass, rocking her obscene body on the queen-sized bed, still fondling her rump with his free hand.

Suddenly, Griffith gave her ass a smack. Charlotte yelped out loud and tried to look back, but Griffith tugged at her hair forcing her to stare dead ahead with her rippling, flexing throat bared to the air. "Hnn..!" she moaned. "I love you..!"

Griffith slapped her other cheek and grinned, enjoying the view. "The feeling, princess," he said, and SLAMMED his cock balls-deep, "is mutual."

Charlotte croaked in bliss – and came instantly. Her pretty pussy clenched and spasmed, and she squirted her royal nectar all over Griffith's bloated balls as he swayed against her rump, pancaking her ass over and around his hips like a big, plump platform. He rested against her until she stopped panting, and released her hair. As her head sank down into the sheets, Griffith caressed her neck and shoulders – and lowered his body over hers, until his lips brushed her ear.

"Shall we move on from the foreplay?" he whispered. Charlotte quivered and nodded. Griffith smiled – and then hooked his arms under her thick thighs and heaved, lifting Charlotte off the bed and into the air. He started to RAM her ass without mercy, pumping upwards into her guts and striking her belly out in magnificent bulges! Charlotte's tits flung against the air, clapping together, slapping down on her upper belly and even hitting her chin when they sprang up. She gurgled and tossed her head back, resting it on Griffith's shoulder, her eyes wide and trickling tears of bliss.

"Y-Yess..!" she wailed. "Harder, my love, harder—nnghh..!" Griffith's hips accelerated, working up a CLAP-CLAP-CLAP beat against her asscheeks, spanking her pussy with his balls. A stew of shiny nectar strung between his swinging cumtanks and Charlotte's womanhood, strings of juice stretching and snapping and splattering on the floor and bedsheets. Even Griffith's ass started to clap from the sheer power of his thrusts. Charlotte turned her head from side to side on his shoulder, crying out, wringing her left hand through Griffith's hair while her right fondled her breasts, slipping and sliding across the sweaty surface of her titanic udders. "Harder..!"

Griffith obeyed her command. One moment Charlotte was in the air, being brutalised from beneath, and the next she was pressed under Griffith, her ass high in the air, her cheek squished to the floor as he hammered down into her sloppy royal asshole. Her boobs squished back between her knees, jiggling under Griffith's thundering thrusts: the impacts spread from her asscheeks to her cum-swollen belly to her boobs, as though her entire body was just a shock receptor for Griffith's overpowering cock. He mauled her asscheeks under his hands and groaned as he pounded her, literally fucking her into the ground with every last inch of his humongous fuckrod. If any of Charlotte's aides had witnessed this scene, they would have thought Griffith was trying to kill their Princess, but he knew she could take it.

Charlotte reached around her tits and up her stomach until her fingertips brushed her clit, masturbating as Griffith pounded her into a shuddering, gurgling, wobbling wreck. SCHLOP-SCHLOP-POP-SCHLOP! Her asshole tugged on his cock, vacuum-tight, pulled slightly outwards each time he wrenched back. Suddenly he heaved forth and planted his hips deep into the squishy valley of her rear, arching his back in ecstasy. Charlotte heard him moan—

And then it began. The hot, thunderous pumps smacking deep into her guts, flooding her with rich and potent spunk. She heard his cumshots sloshing inside of her, rushing through her intestines and into her stomach, swelling her belly even further. Charlotte felt a rush up her throat, and clenched her teeth tightly together. It didn't help: cum erupted from her nose in twin jets, slashing across the floor. When she saw that, she gave up entirely. Her mouth jerked open, and she puked a tide of cream so powerful that it sprayed under one side of the bed and slopped out the other side. Griffith kept swaying over her, eyes tightly shut in pleasure, unleashing his pent-up lust into the gargling Princess. Her belly kept swelling, overflowing her breasts and pressing on her thighs, a huge, wobbling cumtank that gurgled and glunked noisily.

At last, Griffith staggered back. His cock burst from her asshole in a glistening surge – and cum geysered out of Charlotte, pouring over her body until she was thoroughly coated in cream. Griffith sat on the edge of the bed, panting for air, wiping sweat from his face as his beloved Princess slid slowly forwards, sprawling on her bloated belly and massive tits like her very own waterbed, spraying cum from both ends.

-

Later, the two lovers sprawled on the bed together. Griffith lay behind Charlotte, his arms wrapped around her huge, gurgling cum-tummy. Charlotte's breathing was ragged and heavy, her shoulders rising and falling with each sensitive wheeze, but she trickled her fingertips over Griffith's arms and squished her butt back against his groin all the same.

"Were you holding back?" she whispered. When Griffith didn't answer, Charlotte bumped her shoulders back against him. "Next time, don't."

"As you command, Princess. Are you ready for your pillow?"

"Pillow?" Charlotte asked, but then Griffith arose. She turned onto her back just in time to see his butt hovering over her, massive and wobbly, lowering to eclipse her vision. "Eeh.~" she squealed in muted joy – before her face was engulfed.