Chapter 505: Splash Zone (18++)

Chapter 505: Splash Zone (18++)

See my big breasts!? Ava spoke to the other Purple Capes in her mind while they all watched her make out with Beatrice. You like what you see? Well, you can’t have them! Watch her grope them! Watch her fuck me where I stand while you salivate at the breasts you laughed at before!

“More” Ava whispered when she parted her mouth from Beatrice’s just long enough for that single word. “Grope them more.”

Blazing hot and borderline delirious, Ava’s shame barriers broke down one by one as she moaned at the hands of the Demon Fucker while all but mounting the fucker’s big, hard cock and fucking herself with it.

And Ava wanted to. As the pressure beneath her nipples built up to tormenting levels, her desire to impale herself on the Demon Fucker’s cock grew just as high as the Fucker’s cock could reach her insides had she mounted it that very moment, for in Ava’s delirious mind she imagined herself coming on a cock that could no doubt fuck her through and through.

Even if it made no sense, even if it did not seem possible or reasonable, Ava could clearly see herself get fucked from pussy to mouth in deep, hard thrusts. Tasting her own pussy juices in her mouth, licking a cock that had just thrust through her pussy and cumming just from the taste alone. Yes! What a glorious orgasm it would be, one that Ava needed, one that she wanted. For “reasonable” had nothing to do with matters concerning carnal desires.

And just from those thoughts, just from grinding herself against Beatrice’s cock, from arching her back as hard as she could to manage the slightest of touches of her coochie against the Fucker’s python was enough for Ava to start trembling.

And once the first drops of milk appeared on her mother’s-to-be feeding tips, Ava’s mind broke in sparks of white. She grabbed hold of the Fucker’s hot meat, pointed it right where it was needed the most and slammed herself against the hard mushroom.

“What else to call such abominations!?” Charles wiped the white off his moustache.

“Ava!” a Purple Cape guard crawled toward Ava, licking his lips.

“More!” another Purple Cape extended his shaking arms to the milk-spewing girl, catching as much as he could into his wide-open mouth while inching closer to the source.

“What the hell is wrong with you all!?” Charles shouted at his thirsty comrades and drew his sword.

“Hm, this one seems peculiarly unaffected,” Ember informed Beatrice.

But the succubus kind of got into plowing the lactating, big-breasted Purple Cape and did not pay all that much attention to the one stray. Not that Ember minded too much and simply analyzed the situation on her own.

“Could it be alcohol?” Ember wondered out loud. “Ava did lament your love for that liquid... Nah! Grunts of your level only get the filthiest of the piss that passes for a drink.”

“Fuck you, mutated whore!” Charles screamed as he swung his sword at Ember’s head.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.