Chapter 394: Back in a Certain Shop (18+)

Chapter 394: Back in a Certain Shop (18+)

“Knock knock!” Ember shouted as she was carried through the opening in a thick wall that led into a warmly lit guest room that was covered in layers and layers of different animal hides.

“Oh no! No, not you again!” a voluptuous blonde moaned but not only from pleasure of cock inside her pussy while bent over a table with a generic big naked man behind her. Samantha was not happy to see the unexpected guests, neither Ember nor Beatrice. “And what’s with this entourage with—oh my!”

Samantha eyed the four fresh pieces of sentient meat on legs walk into her guest room one by one, one more impressive than the other, even the wounded, weary one.

“We need a place to stay for a bit,” Beatrice said as she laid Olivia down on a couch as gently as she could.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

“We’re also short on money and manners,” Ember added while Liam put her down in a chair. “But we were hoping there’d be something we could arrange for inconveniencing you.”

“Hn! That would depend greatly on what they’re packing,” Samantha said as she eyed the men’s kilts while her man toy kept fucking her from behind.

“Huh?” Ember asked.

“Are you deaf?” Samantha asked, annoyed, looked at Ember and saw the dried blood across the sides of the redhead’s face. “What happened? I didn’t think you’d participate in the—Ah!”

Carl and Chris looked at each other for about two seconds before they nodded, dropped their kilts and moved in to get the action they were so unfairly denied earlier, the action they fought for. Their closest friends fought and died for the right to fuck sexy voluptuous blondes once more. What kind of cruel bastards would dishonor the memory of their brothers and withhold the use of their hard-earned cocks for a second time?

Jeremy and Liam were left salivating as they watched Carl and Chris shove the generic no-name aside and present their thicker, longer sausages to Samantha for inspection.

“You’ll get your turn half an hour, don’t worry,” Beatrice said. “Oh, and you already fucked that white haired bitch to your heart’s content, so don’t be complaining!”

“You did WHAT!?” Liam’s jaw dropped wide open, and he looked at Jeremy’s face for confirmation.

“T-that’s... Not... How I would—”

“You piece of shit!!” Liam screamed. “While all of us were fighting for our lives, you... You!... With Felicia of all people!! I... I’m calling dibs when it’s our turn!”

“On what?” Jeremy asked.

“Whatever I feel like at the time!!”

Nobody else cared about their argument. Chris and Carl were in a world of their own, receiving warmup blowjob and handjob for the first time in years by a stunning expert in the art of pleasing cock. Ember slouched deeper in her chair as she unconsciously drifted into slumber. And Beatrice prepared to use her [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] on Olivia again, with more desperation than real hope that it would work.