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Scrooge had never thought that married life could be so terrible.
Though, it's not like he chose to be a married man. However, to his dismay, she'd proven to be quite the housewife. Which meant that the court wasn't likely to side with him.
Scrooge was running out of ideas at this point, so he figured... why not try to enjoy his wife?
He snuck out of the staff quarters, which he'd been sleeping in, and made his way up the stairs. As soon as he reached the bedroom, Scrooge carefully opened the door, so as not to disturb his nephews, his 'sons', and his staff. Not Ma Beagle, though. He figured she'd be up.
And Scrooge was right.
She was lying in bed, reading a book.
"Darling," He called out in a hushed tone as he closed the bedroom door behind himself. Ma Beagle looked up at him and put her book down.
"What is it, Scroogey?" She calls back to him before he approaches the bed.
"I think ye've proven to be quite good around the house... But, I want to see if ye're good at something else," he replies, "something that good little wives can do."
Ma Beagle looks at him with a puzzled expression.
"You mean-" She starts before Scrooge cuts her off, "Oh, aye, ye know exactly what I mean. Don't ye, Mrs. McDuck ?"
Scrooge slips his nightshirt off and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself over her.
"That is, if ye'd like to, of course," he utters as he looks down into Ma Beagle's eyes intensely.
She initially wants to say no, but then the gears in her head start turning.
If she does this well enough, maybe Scrooge will want to keep her around ...
"Gladly, Whiskers," she replies, catching Scrooge a little off guard.
Without another word, Ma Beagle pulls his bare body against her nightgown-clad one, and kisses him roughly. Scrooge oddly doesn't find himself hating this and he's already craving more. He tugs her nightgown up to fully reveal her body. He pulls his beak away from her lips, instead moving his mouth down to play with her breasts.
Ma throws her head back and lets out an uncharacteristically high pitched moan in response to feeling Scrooge's tongue on her nipples, and he chuckles. She covers her mouth to keep herself quiet, but Scrooge firmly grabs her wrist.
"Ah, ah, ah, don't you go coverin' that mouth of yours, lass. I want to hear every single whorish whimper and gasp my obedient little wife makes," he murmurs against her breasts.
Scrooge trails kisses down from her cleavage to her lower abdomen.
Ma Beagle actually feels herself enjoying this, and it surprises her. She'd never expected a greedy old fart to be able to even get it up anymore, let alone talk to her like that. Ma watches him trail his beak down to the space between her legs and she grips his feathers to stop him.
She realized he was doing all of the work, and if she wanted to show him a damn good time, she couldn't be the one receiving all of the pleasure.
"That's enough, Scroogey," she mutters between breaths that were growing heavier by the second.
Scrooge looks up at her and he tilts his head to the side, "do ye not want to keep going, Darling?"
She doesn't respond, instead, she gets him to lay on his back and she finally looks down at his crotch. She didn't know what she expected a duck's dick to look like, but she certainly didn't expect it to be corkscrew shaped. She wraps a hand around Scrooge's base, causing his breaths to grow shaky, and she licks his cock up and down. His cock twitches in response to every lick and pump of her hand, bucking his hips up, begging for more.
Ma decides that giving him what he wants is the way to go, so she climbs up on top of him, now straddling his lap. Scrooge wastes no time in grabbing at her hips and helping her position his cock in the right spot.
"You used to be a cowboy, right, McDuck?" Ma Beagle asks.
"Aye, that's right Katherine," Scrooge confirms, "why do ye ask?"
"I just sure hope you remember your way 'round horses, Whiskers," she says, "'cause I'm gonna give you the best damn ride of your life."
Without waiting for Scrooge's reaction, she takes his cock all the way in, gasping at the feeling of it filling her hole up entirely. Goddamn, does it feel good. Different from her past experiences, but not in a bad way at all. She might actually prefer Scrooge's cock over any other, if she was being honest. Ma shifts her position so that she's leaning down, her sizable breasts pressed flush against his feathered chest.
Scrooge removes one hand from her hips, instead tugging her head down by her hair, and kissing her. His remaining grip on her hip is firm, but not painful. He's guiding her up and down, letting her feel every inch of his thick corkscrew.
"Oh, God and his kingdom have mercy, Katherine," He groans, "Ye've had so many wee bairns and yet ye're so damn tight, I... Fuck!"
McDuck lets out quiet expletives between every breath and moan, a bit worried that the whole household might hear him getting ridden like there's no tomorrow. Ma buries her head in his shoulder in an attempt to dampen her own squeals of pleasure.
"You like this, don't you?" She teases, already knowing his answer, but wanting to hear it from his own beak, "You're actually enjoying this, Whiskers, I know it."
Scrooge grunts as his head tilts back and his eyes clench shut. He's barely able to speak coherently, but he's able to growl out, "Don't push yer luck, Katherine."
Even if this was some of the best sex he'd had in years (nobody would ever top Goldie, of course), it's still not like Scrooge wanted her around. Although, he began to consider keeping her... Then he figured that if Ma Beagle keeps spending all of his money, he'd definitely either have to
get rid of her or she'd have to let him plow her at least 5 times a day as payment. And the latter isn't feasible considering how much he works. Plus, with how old he's getting, he's certain he won't be able to get it up as often as he was able to as a young buck.
But, that was the last thing Ma was thinking about right now. Right now, she was thinking of how good his dick feels buried inside her. Right now, her pussy was starting to clench around him.
Scrooge could tell what was coming, so he pulled out of her, eliciting a whine out of her.
"Don't want you finishing already, Mrs. McDuck. We've only just started, after all," Scrooge explains, his hand moving up her body to fondle her breasts, "Or... I suppose you could beg ."
Ma looks away as she processes his words. Never in her life did she think she'd even sleep with Scrooge McDuck, let alone have to beg for him to let her cum, but she found herself wanting it. Wanting to cum, wanting him to make her cum.
"Please, Scrooge... Please let me cum," Ma cries out, feeling a bit humiliated. This was the same filthy rich adventure capitalist who she tried to rob at every turn. The same man she'd resented for decades now.
"Oh, you're a good little whore of a wife," Scrooge groans as he impatiently slips his length back inside her cunt, staying motionless once he fit it wholly inside her, "keep goin', Lass. Tell me how much you need to cum, how much you need me ."
"Oh, Scrooge, I... I need to cum and I need you to make it happen," Ma Beagle uttered, her resolve subsiding for once. Her usual greed for his money was replaced by a greed for him .
"That's right, Katherine. I'm gonna make ye cum for me," the old duck growled as he began to ruthlessly rut his hips against hers again, grabbing her waist with a renewed sense of fervor and purpose. He's able to hit the spot that makes her squeal
"Scrooge," she whispers his name as she feels herself on the verge of her orgasm, "I'm about to...!"
Scrooge can hardly hold himself back anymore, all he can do to warn Ma is grunt out her name, the sensation of her cunt finally clenching around his phallus doing little to help him hold on. Scrooge grips her waist tight as he holds her down, pumping all of his release as deeply inside her as possible.
Ma throws her head back as she continues to roll her hips against him, riding out her orgasm.
After a short moment, she lies still on top of him, now completely exhausted. The two of them lie there for what feels like forever, the only sound in the room being their heavy breaths.
Safe to say, this was one of the only nights Scrooge actually spent in bed with Ma Beagle, instead of sleeping in the staff quarters, before he finally was able to outsmart her.