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Capítulo 158: Chapter 157 – Wind, Rain, and Creampie (18+) 

Newly clipped to Devon's pants was a small black handgun holster, buckled to his pants which were still pulled down to his thighs below his hung cock.

The easy access stuck-in-a-tent juicy ass and thighs were now slumped over in front of him, the supple thighs quivering while laying on the ground in ecstatic and pain shock.

Like an obedient little cum dumpster, the floating ass was perked up ever so slightly as if it wanted more. With so much semen pumped directly down into its uterus, there was no more cum leaking out anymore. Gravity did most of the rest of the work as the cum dripped down further and further into her cervix.

Devon's cock began to harden once more, as he unclipped the pistol holster at the side of his pants so as not to have any accidents, placing the black holster on the ground several steps away. He then returned to the easy-access-stuck-step-sister ass and mounted himself on it once more, teasing the fat pussy lips with his member before plunging his newly reinflated mister porcupine junior in once again.

"Ungg….. Mmmm….." moaned a voice from within the tent. She was so disoriented that the moans seemed more feeble than before.

However, the instagram model level tanned bubble butt and thin waist and shapely thighs were just as succulent as they were previously. The inner walls of her pussy were so tender and pleasurably folded that his member felt like it was in heaven. That warm, sticky, and wet embrace just could not be emulated by anything else in the world. It felt so good inside that mister porcupine just wanted to go nice and slow, inserting and backing off and inserting and backing off again just so it could revel in that sensation of plunging in once more.

Devon's member could really relish and savor the feeling of entering that tight and wet pussy by going a bit slower than usual, feeling how porcupine's head displaced so much of the soft pink female goodness with every time that it entered in balls deep.

The Pink Dragon….

Devon's mind hopped unbiddenly to an image of that ludicrously large pink dildo in the sex shop. He saw no real reason to use something like that when his own porcupine junior could do the trick, although…. Maybe it could be a tool of pleasurable torture on less willing subjects. Heh.

*Thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust*

*Shlick* *splat*

"Ooohhhhhhh yeahh...."

Well, it seemed like she wasn't totally out of it yet.

Devon increased the pace of his thrusts against the poor defenseless instagram model ass just hanging out in the jungle by itself. The owner of the ass seemed to be a bit out of sorts.

The tight and warm sticky walls just clung onto his cock for dear life. Not good. If things went on like this, he was going to end up creampie-ing her again…

Oh no…

Vesta's pussy grip was too much for Devon to bear. Accelerating his hip thrusts into that of a male bunny in heat humping a defenseless little white female bunny, Devon unleashed all hell again, dumping his entire load into her body with one pleasurable pulse at a time.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmffggggghhhhhhh!!!" Vesta moaned with ragged breath. She seemed to be having a hard time breathing.

Yeah, because her head was stuck in the tent…

Maybe she was actually having a hard time breathing?

Devon jolted out of his post-cum fatigue and quickly helped separate the dwarven contraption barrier that was clamped around Vesta's tiny waist, and the voluptuous amazon tribal healer took a few quick breaths of the fresh but humid air. She breathed quickly without word, exhausted.

Grrrrrrrrr…..

A low grumble came from the left, in the midst of the rain and wind.

Devon's heart skipped a beat, as he noticed a pair of yellow eyes fixated on him. Black as night, a dark feline figure paced around him cautiously.

"Oh shit," Devon mumbled, when the moonlight finally hit the dark figure, revealing what it was. "Panther!"

The panther stalked slowly around Devon, trying to flank him. But Devon had other ideas.

He grabbed by his pants until he felt that black holster with that hand cannon of a pistol holstered inside. Quickly drawing the pistol, he aimed at the panther with shaky hands. This was the first time he'd aimed a pistol before. It was heavier than he'd imagined.

Seven shots. That's all he had, before he had to resort to other means.

Devon's thoughts travelled unbidden to an earlier time in his life. Back in middle school, when he was practicing free throws with his best friend Mike in preparation to try out for the team. Those were good times, before Mike died of overdose.

"Take a deep breath, buddy. You got this," said his friend Mike to him, all those years ago.

Devon took a deep breath, the shakiness of his hands dissipating.

The panther pounced at him, leaping towards him straight on.

With unwavering aim, Devon waited just a while longer…

*Bang*

The recoil from the shot sent his hands flying back, as the .50 caliber bullet rocketed towards the panther and tore straight through its shoulder, sending the large predator cat sprawling backwards. A clean hit. Six bullets left.


Capítulo 159: Chapter 158 – New Status Notifications? 

An enormous hole was torn into the panther's shoulder from the .50 caliber round that Devon fired, but beasts in this new world were made of tougher stuff than back on earth. The panther was grievously wounded, but not dead yet.

A clap of thunder descended as the black panther pounced towards Devon once again.

*Bang*

A second round blasted into the moonlit night, its sound drowned out by the torrent of rain and thunder that seemed to wax and wane by the second. This time, it merely grazed the panther's fur. Five bullets left.

The panther seemed to have realized that diving straight for Devon was not the wisest choice. Its glowing cat eyes scanned the cavern entrance before fixing on a certain beautiful and tan amazonian tribal healer lying unconscious a few paces away from Devon. A defenseless target.

Without another ounce of hesitation, it pounced at Vesta's unconscious body.

Devon realized the panther's intentions when it shifted its gaze away from him to the unconscious female healer. Seeing the panther charge at her with intent to kill, his protective instincts instantly flared up.

"Nobody touches my woman!" Devon muttered loudly, raising his silver pistol up again.

His hands felt a bit numbed from the sheer recoil that his newly bought pistol wrought with the previous two shots, but he steeled his nerves for a third time as the panther's claws closed in on Vesta.

*Bang*

A direct hit, right through the neck of the oversized panther. It fell down limp, that last bullet killing him immediately. Four bullets left.

[You have slain a Common Panther]

[You have gained experience]

Devon scanned the environment for any more threats, before finally taking a deep breath. This whole situation was so ridiculous. In a world of magic and swords, he ended up using a sex shop bought gun to kill a beast?

In the end, the pistol was far ahead in terms of destructive power when compared to his wind magic or his swordsmanship, both of which were still quite lacking. While Devon held the strongest shield possible in the form of [Dead Man Walking], his offensive capabilities were rather mediocre. Except for in the fight against the Behemoth, but that fight was unique.

In virtually every fight, due to the impenetrable defensive nature of his passive, he could never lose. His offensive capabilities didn't need to be so great because he was in possession of the universe's strongest defensive skill.

But what if beasts targeted the ones around him? His women? The ones he cared about?

Suddenly, offensive capability became a lot more important. For now, Devon would use the crutch of his old-world technology firearms. But in the future, he really needed to expand his offensive capabilities.

Agh…

*Ding*

In his musings, he totally forgot about the slew of new notifications he'd just received. This was seriously weird. He had some game-like system elements in the past, but now he was actually getting notifications for kills? What the hell?

Anyway, it was better to just open up those notifications and get to the bottom of this mystery rather than muse upon it any longer.

Huh?

The first thing that struck him was that he now had an option to open up his status screen.

Without further ado, he pressed that option.

[Devon Hall]

Race: Human (Immortal) (Awakened)

Budding Immortal

Level: 0

Strength: Nonexistent

Agility: Nonexistent

Endurance: Nonexistent

Constitution: Somewhat Weak

Magic: Nonexistent

Perception: Nonexistent

Lust: Strong

Devon nearly gagged when he read his status screen. Every single one of his stats, with the exception of constitution and lust, was at the nonexistent rating. Constitution was the sole normal exception, sitting at a glamorous 'somewhat weak' rating. And then there was lust… apparently that was the only stat that he scored above average, sitting at a 'strong' rating.

Devon couldn't make heads or tails of this evaluation aside from the fact that it seemed to be some divine mockery of his achievements in this world so far. His lengthy list of achievements being getting killed multiple times and penetrating as many hot bitches as he could get his hands on.

But that wasn't the end of his notifications.

[Unique Abilities registered]

[Dead Man Walking]

[Blessing of the Witch]

Devon wasn't an idiot. Although he was cripplingly depressed during purgatory, he was still cognizant of the choices he made there. From what he had encountered so far, he already had a hunch that it was statistically impossible for these two abilities to be the only ones that he received from his "give me anything or nothing, I don't care" reincarnator roulette spin.

So how come they weren't registering with the system?

Perhaps he needed to unlock his potential on his own, just like when he unlocked [Blessing of the Witch].

He also realized the reason why this system showed up just now. It definitely had something to do with his romp in the sack with Vesta. Maybe that act of depravity was what pushed his lust stat to the 'strong' rating, and what caused him to be a human with not only the (immortal) tag from his passive, but also the (awakened) tag.

But my god, why did he have to start at level 0…

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. From what he knew from video games, the lower the level, the easier it was for him to level up. And with levels, came power. Offensive power, hopefully.

Devon smiled greedily as he bounced a silver pistol in his hand.


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