Chapter 506: A Spark (18++)

Chapter 506: A Spark (18++)

Ember effortlessly sidestepped the wide, telegraphed, clumsy swing and continued on her theorizing about Charles’ sole seeming immunity to Ava’s milk. “Maybe you’re just too dumb to know what’s good for you?”

“I may be dumb, but at least I’m not a failed freak!” Charles shouted back.

Another swing, another wild miss.

“What abnormality convinces you to continue trying?” Ember asked. “Even you should be able to comprehend that you cannot win. If I wanted to, you’d be dead already.”

“You’re not as perfect as you lead on!” Charles declared and for a short moment managed to get a sliver of Ember’s attention. He then pointed to the redhead’s private area with his sword and screamed, his spit getting caught in his preposterous moustache, “Your unholy perversion is already coming undone! Just like you will!”

“Oh?” Ember looked down and only now realized that her temporary gift from Beatrice was shrinking. “Time must be up. So, she can use it again then. How about it, moustache? You want a proper cock to replace the thing that you’re so clearly compensating for?”

“I compensate for nothing!”

Swing and a miss.

Ember sighed. “I suppose the explanation is just that simple: all the goodness just got caught up in that floor mop of yours. Here, let me help!”

Charles barely had the time to blink before he had Ember’s hand at the back of his head and got thrown off his feet with a force that should not be possible for a girl of Ember’s modest frame. Before Charles knew it, his lips were around a hard nipple, and he felt delicious, thick liquid pour into his mouth.

Joshua would not need much convincing to get in on the action, but even Felix now found himself increasingly unable to withstand another second without more fresh nectar, directly from the source. All six Purple Capes wanted what Charles got handed on a silver platter.

“Seven mouths, but only two nipples to suckle on, ain’t that an issue?” Ember laughed.

Olivia did her best to pretend she did not see or hear any of it while standing watch at the other door that led further into the Pits.

“I guess, you’ll just have to share!” Ember said to Charles and pulled the man off the tit before he drowned in the milk.

And yet, despite nearly drowning in Ava’s milk, Charles screamed and cried. Even as he was pulled away, Charles reached with both hands for the tit that kept releasing more and more nectar, the only thing that had any taste or substance in this bleak, hopeless, miserable world.

“Please!” Charles begged. “Please, I cannot live without it!”

“Get in line!” the youngest Purple Cape grabbed Charles and used him as a stepping stone on the floor to get closer to Ava, only to get kicked in the face and tumble backward right next to Charles.

“That’ll do!” Ember said to the seven hungry Purple Capes, keeping them well out of reach of the source of the milk.

And as Beatrice climaxed and poured her own white nectar into Ava’s pussy, Ava moaned and arched her back, and expelled even more nectar of her own all over the seven Purple Capes, all of whom accepted the gift bestowed upon them with spread arms and tongues out of their wide-open mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Olivia exclaimed when she saw several figures approaching their position. One of those figures had a familiar mark she saw once before. “A captain!”