Chapter 457: Three New Cocks

Chapter 457: Three New Cocks

“U-uh... UMFPH!?” Liam put his hands over his mouth to keep his “meal” from escaping.

Carl and Jeremy fared little better. Paler than death and sick enough to become dead, they forced down the last purple jelly-like pieces of whatever it was they ate until there was nothing left on the floor except for the sweat and tears of the three disgusted, nauseous men.

“Splendid performance!” Merillia congratulated the three eunuchs. “And not a moment too soon—the tormented priestesses over there are in desperate need of proper satisfaction.”

“I’m in desperate need of a bucket,” Liam said, barely lucid enough from nausea to even think properly.

“Weren’t we supposed to get our dicks back?” Jeremy asked and checked under his kilt just in case.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

“SHUT UP!” Carl growled. “Are you doubting her Majesty!?”

“Uh, of course not!” Jeremy realized how suicidal his question was. “It’s just... I thought—”

From under the kilts that now looked the size of miniskirts on such preposterous bodies, grew an organ of unreasonable girth. Covered in overgrowth of thick, throbbing veins, the organ grew past what would fit in any ordinary woman’s cock receptor. The horrific mutations that would make a girl faint from fear, made the captive priestesses salivate.

“Quick! Put it in me!!” Victoria begged as she humped Priscilla’s leg.

“NO, ME!!” Priscilla shouted, drooling as she looked at the outrageous phallic objects like they were gifts from God. “Come here and fuck me already! Split me open with those cocks!!”

“Please, come to your senses!!” Helen begged her mesmerized friends, trying to ignore her drenched pussy that ached for those very same cocks, that made Helen dream of getting ravaged, fucked, pounded straight into the next world.

Helen bit her lip, desperately fighting the unnatural urges. The urges that were not this bad since she felt them for the first time many years ago. If only the High Priest was here now! If only he could bring salvation. If only he’d deliver her from these blasphemous thoughts and fill her with his cock instead.

“Oh, Lucarad, please save me!” Helen cried, desperately holding on to the memory of the High Priest’s cock.

But Helen’s cries were drowned out by the moans and screams of her two friends who followed each twitch of the three new cocks with their eyes, cursing every second that they spend without those cocks within their wombs.