Chapitre 3924: SIBLING SEDUCTION TURNS ORGY
The washing machine gave a sharp jingle. Fuck the washing machine, Adam thought to himself. His muscles were as heavy as his head felt. Faint sound effects crawled through the floor: random jingles, buzzes, pops. Adam sighed, realizing it was probably his sister Christie feasting on snacks while playing videogames - again, in the middle of the night. He pushed his upper body up, crawled on his feet and left the bedside. He hauled his body forward, following his mental road map only. The relentless roaring of the washing machine had died down, but his ears recalled its rhythm rather vividly. The construct slept in the corner of Adam's room, a filled-to-the-brim laundry basket towering next to it. He saw nothing in the darkness, but stopped right before kicking the basket. He fumbled to open the machine's shutter and reached his hand in. He stuffed the clothes into the dry cleaner on his right-hand side, rinse and repeat until everything was transferred. He reached for the laundry basket and started chipping away at the mountain, one cloth at a time. When his hand stumbled into an oddly squishy fabric, he stopped.
"Uhm..?" Adam grunted.
He squeezed the cloth again and an overbearing smell filled his nostrils. His sluggish brain took its time to connect observation with memory.
"What..? Oh, right, it's just her undies," he sighed.
He shoved his sister's panties into the washing machine, then sunk his hand in the basket again.
"Mmh, more..? Really? Uh..."
He face-palmed out of embarrassment: He could actually deduce which sister the underwear belonged to, because the panties were sweatier and the outline distinctly brittle. They belonged to Lilith, while the first ones were the property of Christie.
The bang of a gun startled Adam. He turned his head around, staring at the walls and window. He couldn't spot any bullet hole. Where was it? The sound had definitely come from close by, that much he was sure of. He dropped the panties and crossed the room with purposely slowed steps. He walked up to the lone window and peeked down at the street. Under the orange glow of street lamps and pure-white snow, he noticed the figure of an unknown female. She was wearing a thick-layered, black winter coat and a red scarf - for some reason she was kneeling down behind Adam's picket fence. She stood up, raising her arm behind her head - a snowball in hand. Adam struck his palm on the window, the glass reverberating from the hit. The girl seized her throwing motion, which was when Adam recognized her. He hurried to open the window, letting in the dry air of a winter's night.
"Lucy? Lucy, what are doing?" the boy asked.
"There you are! You didn't answer the door bell, dumbass!" the girl replied, whipping back her hair.
"The doorbell? I didn't hear anything!"
"Sod off! I rang and called your phone even, but you didn't answer!"
Adam stood there in the window, a breeze sapping the red from his face. The exhaled air of his lungs surged out as puffs of smoke. The threads of memory took their time entangling into a sensible narrative: It wasn't the washing machine's jingle he'd woken up to. He also remembered running out of battery on his cell. Everything made sense now.
"My cell was off, sorry! Just wait there, Lucy - I mean, come to the door! I'll be there in a sec!" he promised and shut the window.
He flung open the door into the upstairs corridor, turned right and tap danced the stairs down. While he walked, he couldn't help but crack a smile. Downstairs lights were out; only the extensive gloom of the flat-screen television lit the place. His ears were greeted by a torrent of music and sound. He watched Christie smashing buttons on her game controller. She was sitting on the couch, the seat covered in salt flakes. Among the button-mashing, the teenager was absent-mindedly grabbing flakes to chew. She giggled with her mouth full, her pig tails jumping, gaze fixed on the screen. Her chest had outgrown her pink tank top, her short shorts slowly suffering the same fate. She hadn't bought new clothes since turning eighteen. Adam even noticed holes in her pants. Her slender middle-body was peeking, unconstrained by the skimpy attire. She was anything but a spiritual person, but still enjoyed sitting in meditation positions. Surrounded by junk food, she sat in a flawless lotus position just for the fun of it, just because she could. Her legs were exposed, covered by neither leggings or even socks.
"Sis... you useless sloth," Adam sighed.
He turned his back at the young woman, shaking his head. He turned left to face the door and was about to unlock it, but his hand was stopped by a sudden thought. He grinned and bent his neck forward to grab a peek from the door hole. He watched as the visitor walked up the porch, her smooth, long hair flopping stiffly - her flocks were a softer shade of black that glistened when light caressed them. They flowed down like a black-and-white picture of a waterfall. Her plentiful hips swung from side to side in rhythm with her steps. Even through the thick winter coat, her bust looked big and soft, like a pair of pillows hidden inside her clothing. She dug a lip balm from her jacket's pocket and rubbed it on her puffy lips. The balm made her fleshy leaves look sugary, like caramel mass. She peeked over her shoulder, like she feared someone was watching her. She then sealed the lip balm between her lips and sucked on its tip for a second.
Adam thought it unbelievable that this girl was still a virgin. Her jacket was short enough to expose her wavy miniskirt, which peeked suggestively; her plump legs stood exposed almost to their very root. She wore a pair of dark brown leather boots that stretched just below her knees. There was so much meat in the little woman's legs; their skin and texture were wholesome. Adam raised his gaze, marveling again at her curves from hips to tummy, from bosom to face. He looked into her brown saucer-shaped eyes which failed to notice the thirsty eyeball in the peep hole. Not even a runaway smile was around to soil the girl's pristine porcelain skin. Adam felt bursting into a song - for him to be able to call this person his girlfriend was his life's grandest privilege. His sweaty fingers fidgeted with the three metal locks and pulled the door open. On the doorway she stood: Lucy, her lively perfume riding in on a sudden gust of wind. Adam couldn't hide the grin in his eyes, though he did conceal the giddy twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey! Sorry I didn't, um, get your call. My cell was dead, you know," Adam explained.
"Mmh, it's okay. You hanging nice?" Lucy asked.
"Oh, great, great... I'm great. So, what's up? You're up late, huh?"
"Mmh, yea. Wanted some friendly time. Is your sister here?"
"Uh? You... which... one you mean?" Adam asked, and that was when the staircase begun creaking.
With her long orange hair swinging behind her, Lilith came downstairs with a rush. The stairs gasped under the weight of her energetic steps. With nothing but a loose T-shirt and panties on, her belly button was shamelessly on display. The shirt's chest area was stained by some brownish substance, but that didn't matter. Even dirt looked like a beauty mark when she wore it. Her smile shined on the pair standing in the hallway.
"Heyo, brotherman, who you talking - Lucy? Ohhihihi!" Lilith said in a burst, jumping up and down in joy.
"Hello, Lilith," Lucy said, her arms open like crocodile jaws.
The two girls hugged, arms coiled around their backs. Lucy's lips smooched the girl's left cheek and then the right. Fresh lip balm on Lilith's skin glowed in the dim hallway light. Adam watched the two young women sharing their body warmth when Christie suddenly rushed past him.
"Lucyyyyyy!" Christie yelled and joined the hug.
Three girls fused together into a giggling, bloated mass of cloth, hair and flesh. Adam raised his brow in surprise; her sister and girlfriend kept eyeing each other intently - Lucy was barely even blinking. The young women kissed, but not on the cheek. A pointy wet tongue slipped into Christie's mouth - she didn't resist. Adam felt his knees losing strength; he stumbled backwards, until his back met the wall. The girls' moist lips parted, but only for two seconds: The three of them pushed their heads into the middle, their chins hovering above Lucy's ample bosom, one sister on one tit. A threeway kiss followed, tongues collided. The storm of saliva soiled the girls' tank tops - much wetness gathered on Lucy's sweater. Their arms slithered like snakes on each others' bodies, feeling out lumps, digging into valleys, squeezing non-resisting soft bits. Christie's runaway hand massaged Lucy's naked leg, making its way upward, pulling up the miniskirt. Adam stared at the sight of his sister's middle and index fingers slipping under Lucy's white laced panties. To return the favor, Lucy straight-up grabbed Christie's short shorts and pulled them halfway down, showing Adam his sister's butt cheeks. Lucy glanced over her shoulder, grinning at his exasperated boyfriend.
"Seize him, girls," she said and licked the moisture on her lips.
The two slobbering teenagers turned around, then sprung towards Adam, whose legs slipped in panic - the floor body-slammed him, and then came his sisters.
"Oorghhh!" his throat let out, as the girls piled on him.
A long, black tail swiped the dusty hallway floor. It protruded out of Lucy's backside, from a hole in her panties. Two pointy little horns had grown out of her forehead. She leered down at the helpless boy, hand resting on her hip.
"Take him... to the bedroom," Lucy commanded.
Despite being a year younger than Adam, the twins were stronger than him. Together they grabbed his arms, pulled him up and forced him to walk. The four of them crossed the living room, at the end of which waited the downstairs bedroom. Adam tried struggling off, but his arms were held in the confines of filthy tank tops and their soft contents. Christie and Lilith's chests were warm - he even felt their heart beats.
"Hey - hey, stop this! What's gotten into you two?!" Adam asked.
Lilith turned her head, her eyes wet. Her brows were quivering in excitement.
"Relax, brotherman. You'll love what we've planned for you," she said.
Lucy's boots clopped loudly as she walked ahead of the group. She shed her black jacket and left it on the floor, like a husk. Her grey sweater was loose, like a furry towel wrapped around her back. Her skirt flopped like a cape as she went. As the door to the bedroom loomed in front of her, she kicked it open. The kick was like a punch into Adam's stomach - it was his late parents' bedroom they were entering. The three of them had lived alone for two years, surviving with their parents' savings and life insurance money.
The windows were concealed by fluffy drapes - the bedroom was completely dark. Lucy turned her head around, searching the room's walls, then flicked on the lights - only to flick them off again. She snapped her fingers once, twice and thrice, each time conjuring a bright bauble that hovered in the air. The room bathed in light, every corner exposed - upon the fourth flicking of her fingers the baubles dimmed to brightness similar to candles. At the left side of the room lied the double bed. Lucy climbed on the bed, standing up on the mattress. She waved her arms around in a controlled pattern, making red hot markings appear on the floor. She drew a bed-sized five-pointed star, encircling them by a curved line. Lilith stepped on the bed, dragging Adam while Christie pushed him. The young man felt like a ragdoll. As his body touched the bedside, the heat of Lucy's unholy markings stretched from his toes to his head.
"Just get him on the bed... I'll do the rest," Lucy said.
"Come on, brotherman, quit... resisting!" Lilith said.
"It's over, Addie!" Christie said.
"Fuck all you crazy bitches!!" Adam yelled.
Lucy snapped her fingers; purple tentacles extended from the double bed's sides. Adam gasped, but before he could scream, several tentacles wrapped around his four limbs, one shoving itself in his mouth. Like a fish on a cutting board, the young man fought to catch his breath through his nose. The tentacle smelled and tasted like fabric, the same as the mattress he lied on. Adam felt panic setting in: His eyes shed tears, his armpits trickled sweat. Too fast, everything was happening too fast.
Adam's sisters smiled at his misery. Christie kissed her palm and blew on it while Lilith winked suggestively. Lucy jumped off the bed. She petted the pulsing tentacle in Adam's mouth. She caressed the monstrosity with long hand strokes, then bent her back forward and kissed him on the forehead. Her soft breasts, their mass still contained by her sweater, suddenly rested on Adam's chest.
"Mmh, are you comfortable... boyfriend?" Lucy purred.
"Mmmhh!!" the boy mumbled.
"Hm, could you say that again?" she asked and snapped her fingers.
The tentacle, wet by the boy's mouth juices, slid out of his throat without so much as grazing the girl's cheek.
"Mhah, agh! You... are you", Adam vomited the few words that poured out.
"I'm a succubus, yes. I'm taking your soul, baby", Lucy grinned.
"My - what? There's no such thing as a soul!"
"That's great, boyfriend. Keep believing that and... enjoy the ride, okay?"
Her face was so close to Adam's that their lips were inches away from touching. She gazed at her plaything unblinkingly. Her perfume and breath smelling fresh and girly, the man couldn't help but blush despite the circumstances. The longer she stared, the hotter her breath became. The emergence of horns on her forehead had changed her hairstyle only slightly; she still looked cute. She swiped black flocks behind her ear, then stole his breath with a kiss. Adam's heart pounded on the walls of his ribcage - the taste of his girlfriend enveloped his tongue. Her saliva oozed inside, like sweet honey. The kiss refused to conclude and Adam's muscles and thoughts relaxed. A stupor of bodily delight soothed his fighting spirit. Lucy released his lips and gave them a lick, circling the pointy end of her tongue around the sensitive skin.
"Want to know a secret, boyfriend? You should really thank your sisters for this," Lucy whispered.
"Wh- what are you saying?" Adam asked.
The buxom succubus pushed herself up, the two teenagers following in her wake. They slithered on to their brother's sides. Soft hair tickled Adam's armpits, as the girls nuzzled themselves a spot on the double bed. Their arms stretched over his defenseless tummy. Adam watched the pair tangling their slim, youthful bodies with his, their body warmth seeping into his. What the hell are they doing, he thought. Were they possessed by some spell of Lucy's?
"Brotherman... Make me a woman," Lilith whispered while curling her hair around her finger.
"I want your seed in my womb, brother... I love you," Christie confessed and fused her lips with Adam's.
Christie's saliva tasted salty with a hint of paprika and barbeque spice. Her kiss was short in time, but it dug deep. Before withdrawing, she snatched a feel of his brother's tongue, like it was a lollipop. A burst of giggling poured from her mouth, as she noticed the slimy trace of saliva connecting them. It was so thick and lewd-looking she blushed. Her twin sister was right beside her watching the spectacle. The oozing bridge wouldn't crumble before Lilith's index finger spun around it. She eyeballed her sister who was still in the grips of a laugh attack.
"You're such a slut, Chris, hogging all the fun," Lilith murmured.
The teen reeking of jealousy opened her mouth and pulled her glistening tongue out, spinning the slime into a pile. She finished the taste test by sucking on her finger.
"Lilly... Chris... why are you guys doing this, in our parents' bed even? We're brother and sister, we can't do this!" Adam pleaded.
"That's exactly why, brotherman," Lilith retorted.
"Ye, Addie! Didn't you ever want to make babies with us?" Christie asked.
Adam felt like a void had opened in his brain, one that drained all thought. His sisters smiled at his exasperation while stroking his chest.
"Mhm, we made a pact with Lucy," Lilith revealed.
"A pact of love," Christie confirmed, "Lucy's our familiar. We found this book and accidentally summoned her. Lucky coincidence, right? With her help, we can be more than siblings!"
"We can be brotherman's wives!" Lilith added and moved her plushy leg, toes grazing the bulge in Adam's pants - she turned to look.
Lilith glanced at her twin who absorbed herself in providing Adam a thorough tongue massage. Without saying a word, Lilith kept tickling the boy's areola, while simultaneously snatching his boxers between her toes. She pulled down the smooth synthetic fiber, revealing his brother's towering manhood. Her sister kept swapping mouth bacteria with Adam - his stick and balls, however, were Lilith's alone to play with. It took several failed tries before Lilith got the right feel for it, but eventually she grabbed her brother's erection. Her movements were less than skillful, this being the first time she utilized her foot like that. She humped her leg on his stomach, the angle being challenging, struggling to find a nice, subtle rhythm. She glanced at Christie, but the busy little woman's eyelids remained closed. Lilith was careful not to squeeze too hard, focusing only on her brother's oral feedback - his moaning, muffled by Christie's relentless mouth-to-mouth service, made Lilith's skin crawl. She felt the little meat stick grow hotter and hotter. The sensitive nerves of her toes telegraphed her of brotherman's impending climax. She smiled when she felt the organic lubricant and mistook it for semen - in reality, it was just precum, which the virginal girl knew nothing of. When nothing more dramatic seemed to happen, her brows lowered in unfulfilled anticipation. Lilith's frustrated nasal sigh alerted Christie, who noted her expression from the corner of her eye.
"Mmh, what are you, mhm, doing... Lilly?" Christie asked in between her kissing.
"He just won't cum for me!" Lilith complained.
"Mmm? Hmhm, let's try, mhm, together," Christie suggested.
"You... crazy... two," Adam stuttered, like he had no breath in him.
The girls flipped around on the bed and brought their soft faces to be sharpened by the boy's grind stones. Their fingers wriggled like nervous little worms; caressing, undressing, sliding up and down on the silky skin, sending faint heat waves throughout the boy's constrained body. Adam opened his mouth to voice his objection, but a tentacle immediately invaded the open orifice - without a peep, his silent role as a fuckdoll resumed.
The slobbering teens wiped their tongues on their brother's pubic area, quivering in lustful euphoria. Lilith munched on his brother's meat like a malnourished street kid enjoying her first lunch in weeks. The pervasive wetness enveloping the shaft was like a watery rag, or sleeve. The rhythmic sound of slurping filled Adam's ears while his sisters' naked, painted toes flailed up and down in front him.
Lucy watched the three of them, shedding her clothes one at a time while patrolling the bedside. She lifted her sweater up and dropped it on the same pile with her boots and socks, releasing her two wiggling fleshbags - their fatty mass was too much to retain a firm texture. With only her skirt left on, the little devil sat on the air - a majestic throne appeared from thin air. The chair was decorative, but grotesque; covered in exquisite, brittle thorns of blood-red color - it respectfully received the succubus' flabby tush. Her sleek tail poked her melons, like trying to extract juice from them. The shedevil spread her legs, stroking herself through the thin fabric of her panties while whole-heartedly enjoying the view. Her fingers pressed into her youthful little slit, wetting their skin.
Lilly, move, lemme try," Christie said.
"Mmmh? Mhhm - hey, ow! Play fair!" Lilith said, as her sister pulled her hair, interrupting her fellatio.
"You can't even keep Addie hard!"
"Yes I can! Fuck off!"
Christie shoved her sister off, then fell tit-first on his brother's lap, wrapping her arms firmly around the boy's legs. She licked the shaft from balls to tip, but stopped there.
"Wow, it doesn't taste like I thought it would," Christie said.
"Then give it to me!" Lilith screamed and pounced her sister, accidentally shoving her head-first into a state of deepthroat.
Lilith grabbed the little woman's pony tails like a horse's reins. She pulled as hard as she could, jerking Christie's head while riding her back. Christie's head bobbed up and down, the suction of her lips sealing the mushroom head into a moist chamber - Adam's muffled yell reached neither of their ears. Christie already tasted the slushy semen, but hesitated for just a second, which was when Lilith broke her throat grip, though she got immediately slapped for it. The girls wrestled, but Christie stayed on top while Lilith gasped for air in between two underdeveloped mounds. The top girl cracked a grin and laughed tauntingly.
"Haha, and I thought I was the gay one! Damn, girl, you leak like a slut!" Christie stated.
"Guh, wha? I'm not... ghh," Lilith whimpered with an elbow pressing her throat.
"You want a kiss, gay girl? You want your sister to make you her bitch?"
"But I'm, ugh... I'm really not wet!"
"Liar! I smell your little manhole, I can... huh?"
Christie swiped her sister's panty area, but her leakage was just a dot. She looked down in confusion and pushed her hand in Lilith's panties.
"Ohh!" Lilith let out, as foreign fingers scratched her bush.
Christie pulled her hand out, blushing apologetically while she did. Her wandering gaze noted Lucy on her throne of thorns - purplish wings had sprouted from the succubus' back. Her horns were curving, occupying an enlarged area on her forehead. The shedevil's legs were open, a puddle of organic lube resting on her seat. The color of her panties had changed into a darker, more transparent shade, effectively exposing the rosy redness underneath. The succubus' tail was tangled around its owner's throbbing left nipple. Lucy frothed ash from her lip sides, panting like a dog with her tongue out.
Lucy's dark brown eyes, turned into reptilian lines, met with Christie's. The girl forgot to put strength into her arms, so Lilith took her chance and pushed her sister off. The twins scrambled to grab their place on the mattress. They stared at the transformed Lucy in silence, sharing a nervous look.
"Uhm... Lucy?" Christie asked.
"You look kinda weird," Lilith commented.
Even the succubus' teeth had grown longer, their chewing ends sharper. Her new jaws gleamed under the hovering light baubles. She leered both of them, then seized her masturbation and shredded her skirt with a lion-like roar, startling the twins. She stood up slowly from her throne, like royalty, and pointed her bony, claw-like finger forward.
"I shrall fuck ryu britches to hell and back," the succubus growled.
Before the girls could scream, the snapping of fingers silenced them: The tentacles protruding from the mattress grabbed their limbs and thrust into their mouths. Within mere seconds the twins were bound to the bed, their necks resting on Adam's legs. Not able to move a single muscle, the girls stared at the ceiling and wept in fear. The horned lady slid through the floor - she either flew, or her footsteps were so controlled that they made no sound, but none could turn their head to confirm. Lucy stepped on the bed, standing high above all three of them. Her tail whipping the air, bat-like wings resting behind her back, the hellspawn no longer resembled a teenager at all. She surveyed her pray entrapped by tentacles and exposed her teeth.
"Rit's rruly comedic that ryu two would think demons arr wish-makers. Running errands fur morrtals, fur minor payment... Harrogant! We take it all!!" the succubus groaned.
Her skin was as white as a corpse's and her vampiric grin oozed malice. She stepped on Christie's pubic mound and rubbed her in harsh strokes, like cleaning her feet of dirt.
"Human britches rack appetite for real preasure," Lucy stated, shifting most of her body weight on one leg.
Tears ran down Christie's cheeks, as the flashes of pain fused into a stream. The demoness had feet far more coordinated than any human: She moved her toes like they were fingers, effortlessly sliding between Christie's panties and petals without trial-and-error. Christie's cavern was pried open and the invasive exploration begun. Every constrained moan from the teenager's throat was shadowed by the slushy sounds of forceful penetration.
"Cum fro meh, slut, cum ryur soul on wry freet!!" Lucy taunted while adding kicking motions into her routine.
For a virgin like Christie, as honed as she was in pleasuring herself through self-insertion, the true depths and elasticity of her pussy struck her by surprise. Lucy's foot was more merciless than her best toys. The demonic toes possessed force and ability to tickle her tight vaginal walls beyond imagining. The time it took for the succubus to rape the girl into a woman was short, and she came with such force she screamed and ejaculated. The mind-melting series of orgasms that Lucy mangled out of her were similar to being thrown into a meat grinder. After every explosion Lucy upped the ante; twisting, rubbing, mashing the cave walls until they expanded, allowing for ever deeper exploration. She just stood there, fucking Christie, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her, like it was nothing to her.
"Yur done, hruman," Lucy stated and nodded at the tentacles.The sweating, urinating carcass of Christie was freed from her binds.
The tentacles around her body protracted under the bed, but nothing else moved. She panted feebly, not changing her posture the slightest, a dead gaze in her eyes. Lucy shoved her foot in her wet crotch.
"Rise, thrall, sit fur me," she said.
Christie's eyes turned milk-white, like the shade of her skin. She then slowly sat up on the bed. Lucy extended her right leg forward, its toes drenched in fluids. Upon sniffing her own excretions, Christie flinched. She instinctively grabbed the foot in two hands while pushing her tongue out. She needed no command to recycle her juices back into her system; she licked and sucked, like trying to sate a bottomless hunger.
"Mmh, good gril. Do tro yur sister what I just taught ryu," Lucy instructed.
The succubus took her foot back, leaving Christie drooling. The teenager's body quivered uncontrollably, like an addict missing her fix. She fell on all-fours, twitching as she crawled, sitting down right before Lilith, feet first. Both girls had their legs spread wide, like cheap sex slaves. Christie the thrall had no ears to heed the sounds of resistance emitted by both of her sister's lips. The helpless girl's panties were pushed aside as Christie snug both of her feet inside her vagina.
The succubus turned to Adam and grinned. She stomped on his hardened phallus, rubbing her heel on the balls. His package was swollen and more than ready to unwrap. Lucy gave her toy no mercy; she savored the view of the weeping boy sucking a tentacle.
"Be a thrall, boyfriend. Cum fur me, fruck yur sisters in hell forever!" Lucy said.
The mushroom head trembled under the succubus' weight. Despite the painful pressure, Adam gasped in ecstasy. He was too aroused to care for the type of stimulation - his reign over his body was over. The animal in him squealed sexual allegiance to his devilish mistress.
"Cum and rit's done!" Lucy groaned.
Adam gasped and moaned at every swipe. The shedevil's foot was marinated in a mixture of human sex lubricants of male and female origin - the foot slid on his cock without a hitch. She twirled her toes and made them dance on his pole. With the tentacle gagging his mouth, there was no escaping the overwhelming odors of three young, wet women in the room. Lilith's orgasmic cries were like dreamy echoes ringing in his ears - the pentagram surrounding the stage of their orgy flared ominously. From the corner of his eye, Adam saw Lilith transform. In the wake of her squirting, the girl's moans squelched, as did her defiant wriggling. Lucy glanced down at Adam.
"Yur the onry one reft, Aram. Quit struggling, give me yur cum and soul," Lucy said.
The succubus flapped her wings and sat down gracefully. Her flab now supporting her weight, she was free to employ both of her feet. Like making pastries, she rolled her feet on the slim, greasy dough paste.
"Hm, yur obstinate, ah? I could do this an eternity, mortal! Assist me, thralls!!" Lucy growled behind her shoulder.
The two teenage zombies crawled right next to their mistress. Their void eyes stared the wall behind Adam's head. Lucy reached her arms between both girls' legs, twitching her claw at their panties. She sliced a hole in the fabric, releasing their hairy, dripping manholes. Adam stared into the secret depths of his sisters' baby makers. The gruesome after-effects of forced molestation by feet was fully displayed to him: Their fleshy lips gaped so far apart they could've devoured his arm. Lucy caressed their butts, feeling their every curve, watching intently for the boy's reaction. With a single snap, the demoness canceled her spell: The tentacle in Adam's mouth dissipated in a puff of smoke, but its weight was instantly replaced by Lilith. The zombie sister nuzzled her labia on his face, enveloping his nose and mouth. Adam had no option but to breathe in her reek. At the same time Lilith begun rocking her hips, Adam felt a sudden pressure on his stomach. Christie sat on him, her gaping slit rubbing his belly button. She humped him for some seconds, absent-mindedly dirtying his brother, like a baby lacking diapers. The sex thrall's silky feet grabbed their pound of flesh. A total of twenty little toes kept pulling Adam's lever.
This is the end... what a way to go, Adam thought and closed his eyes. The pentagram scorched and the stream begun its flow - he splurged like a fountain. Explosive wave after wave shot into the ceiling, their residue descending in the hair and faces of Lucy and Christie. Girls bathed in the fallout, flocks of their hair gluing together. Adam's muffled bellow lasted until the absolute final drop had surged through his urethra. The color of his skin faded and his voice was swallowed by silence.
Lucy licked the trickles on her lips. The taste of victory was rich in protein. The mindless human shells kept humping their genitals on whatever surface they occupied, like sex was in their muscle memory. Lucy reached for Christie's emotionless flesh mask and drew her closer. She gave the doll a kiss on its sticky lips. She caressed the thrall's hair, like a pet's mane.
"Hmmm... Fur stupid humans, ryu three were entertaining... Maybe I'll make further use of ryu?" Lucy whispered through her teeth.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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