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Chương 283: Midnight Threesome 4*

It didn't take but moments after those degenerate snapshots for both girls and Parc to rise to their feet. Aurora had cleansed herself, loosely, of his seed while Blake was still busy wiping herself down with her panty. She had looked at it quite oddly at first, hesitant, but as she went on, gliding the slick piece of fabric over her cheek, face, and hair, she began to enjoy the idea of wearing such a violated garment. So much that it sent excited quivers down her spine.

When she was done and turning to Parc and Aurora, she saw that the woman was already getting herself prepped for his cock. She bowed her body over, pushing her plump white ass out to Parc, letting his gaze wander between her cheeks and to her puckered asshole and her puffy, nectar laden cunt.

Aurora gripped the sides of the chair for stability, her legs wide, offering her pussy and those numerous strings trickling down into dampened splotches on the floor. Black gulped, she'd fuck her if she had dick as well, and judging by Parc's twitching erection, he was just seconds from sheathing himself inside her.

She couldn't have that, she was his kitten, not this ship steering hussy. Her eyes sharpened onto Aurora's ass, plump and white and lacking in red marks indicative of a handprint.

Easily fixable, simple raise of the hand and a swift resounding blare down. 'What would those cheeks look like as they rippled?' She thought tossing a glance to Parc and his cock.

Blake gulped once more, held her breath and stilled her heart. She still wasn't accustomed to sex, not like this, not in person. But even for an hour, she was willing to renege all those hang-ups she had been risen with.

She focused once more on Aurora's swaying derriere, listening to the woman's cooing words asking Parc to ram his fat cock into her pussy. Those weren't her words to say, they were Blake's. This cruise was for her and Parc to understand each other better, to get her used to feeling his cum sloshing around in her belly for days on nights on end.

Catching a waft of jizz and girl musk, Blake felt her thoughts dwindle to nothing. Her following actions seemed natural in their brevity and ruthlessness. She shoved herself between Parc and Aurora, reached for the woman's hips and leaned over her till her tits went flush against her back.

"What are you-"

Blake reached around, grabbed Aurora by the upper arm but quickly found her elbows and forced them to bend outwards. With Blakes added weight, Aurora couldn't resist yelping in surprise as she was sent clattering flat onto the pool chair. Its metal struts creaked under their combined inertia until their bounces halted in a second flat.

"Get off me!" Aurora bellowed annoyedly but Blake ignored her.

Beneath the woman's kicking, Blake sidled herself into a better position atop her. Asses layered atop the other, pussies splayed one above the other. Parc grinned foolishly at the sight.

"Seriously, get off of me!" Aurora continued to struggle, discontent with the flipping of positions.

"Shut up," Blake whispered a hiss that came out almost like a growl. "Parc is in charge." The Faunus pussy cat gazed over her shoulder to Parc, giving him the go-ahead with a lick of her lips and a twinkle in her eyes.

Parc was all the happier to accept her offering. He looked down at the two pert rumps stacked atop each other, pale skin, plump and round on the bottom with the top being a little tighter with a faint exotic glow. Their skin was an equal shade of rosy, part in due to the cool temperatures their mile-high club was located, not frigid due to the heating located beneath deck circulating warmth, but also not warm to the degree it rose sweat.

That would come with the exercise.

He drew closer, one hand reached out to Blake's ass and melted into her taught bun and spread the cheek just far enough for her labia to part and ooze a stream down onto Aurora, who was still struggling and urging Blake to get off, though was gradually calming as she noted Parc's closing distance.

His other hand found Blake's second cheek and widened the gap further, even her tight little asshole was loosening as if readying itself for his cock. He didn't linger overlong on her before removing a hand and descending it to his girthy manhood. Taking the turgid shaft in a soft, guiding grasp, he began to stroke, pondering on who to fuck first.

It didn't take long for his choice to be made, Aurora, while she was certainly a pleasant fuck, he could see Blake was on the verge of something. The way she looked over his shoulders, her eyes hungry for dominance, to be dominated, reminded him much of Kurome during her initial fall. 'She's going to be happy with this.' Thinking that, Parc pressed his tip against Blake's sodden gash, the moment it was steady in her hole he returned his hand to her ass then moved them both to her hips to support his imminent thrusting.

Even with just a small part inside her, Blake was already trembling with convulsions, having to chew her lip not to let out a lusting yowl.

Aurora knew what was happening just by tilting her head with what little room she had and looked up to Blake's shaky disposition. It was a pity, her face expressed loudly but just as quickly showed anticipation. The idea of a girl being screwed on top of her, she couldn't deny it was sending tingles of excitement through her body.

Gripping her hips tighter, Parc leered over Blake's well defined back and onto her thick black head of hair and the two ears poking out of it. They didn't move much, they didn't need to. Blake just oozed with fuck-me vibes, she had been since she and Parc had mated first.

Parc wet his lips and pushed his hips forth. Her tightness clung to him, squeezing with numerous clit like bumps that would drag along his flesh, teasing him and setting off electricity in her body that came out in dull moans and grunts.

Her pussy already quivering from his mere presence. As he positioned himself better, hands loosening just enough that he was more massaging her than squeezing her, Blake finally lets out a hearty whine that jerks both her ears swiftly but still just as quickly.

She looks over her shoulder once more, eyes glazed in gold, not ordering, but begging him to pound her silly.

How happy he would be to offer her that.

Warm, silken cunny swallowed him whole, twisting around his manhood as he pulled back only to shudder as he thrust himself back in. Blakes entire body jerked, her diamond hard nipples poked into Aurora's back as the woman in question held herself back from grunting in an oddly shared sense of pleasure.

Flashes of heat filter through her body, absorbed by Parc's member as he thrust into her, knocking each time against her distending cervix begging for his cum. His balls would clap harshly against her clit, sending newer pangs of painful ecstasy through her. Each motion rose higher-pitched cries of orgasm and pleasure, so much so that he could feel his balls tightening and seed welling up, ready to spurt forth and fill the pussy cat up like she so desperately wanted.

Finishing so early would be a pity, Parc thought and pulled himself free, his cock nestling in the crack of her ass, twitching each time a pang of pleasure rang heavy, begging him to ram it back in and finish. There was another girl here, another hole, he told it in silence.

With Blake's panting and wimpish whines of disappointment, he retracted himself just enough to peer down at Aurora's sloppy quim. Pink, puffy, winking at him to fuck it without mercy. He didn't hesitate to buck his knees just far enough to press into her cunny's damp and heated walls. In a second, he was buried deep inside her, tip threatening to pierce through her cervix but the wall too elastic and tight to let him through.

Aurora tried to arch her back, but she couldn't from Blake's crushing embrace, so she did what she could, "Fuuuuu-ck!" cry out so loudly the entire ship was to have heard her first orgasm of the night.

Her baby-making hole squirmed and crushed his cock, not tight enough to make it difficult to thrust, but enough that each pound would drag back and forth his foreskin and massage his glans. Her expectant cunny rolled more fervidly, the nodules and bumps inside her providing texture to her hole.

Just as soon as pleasure seemed to give way to climax, Parc had escaped her and rammed himself home into Blake and continued with her. On and on he would edge them, always ending their fucking right at the precipice of climax but never quite there. He was suffering through it the worst as two holes begged him for cum, one could be filled, that much he knew, but which?

Both had already felt his sloshing jism inside them, perhaps even harboured a bit even now. And Blake had by far tasted the most of his seed, so Aurora first?

A powerful stench filled the air, nasty and wet, a blend of fresh feminine horniness and chlorinated odours wafting up from the pool. Keeping up the fucking was becoming exhausting, his efforts to please them both torture to himself. An end was in sight, and with that, his contract would be signed.

He tugged himself free from Blake leaving the girl twitching and panting then pushed into Aurora for a final ramming session. She cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. Like a bitch in heat, she called for him and he came, he thrust once, twice, and by the fifth Aurora eyes rolled back and the tightness in her loins came gushing out in a powerful tide of squirt.

Feeling it escape around him, he pulled out, a pump of protein already shoot from his tip, before he could waste it, he rammed himself home inside Blake. She climaxed instantly, her pussy tightened so much she crushed his cock and left him unable to move. He tried to buck, to fire out more of his load but it did nothing but ache his ejaculating man-flesh more.

Parc doubted Blake would get pregnant so easily, she had been taking some form of contraceptive or another, delivered in secret by one of the bellhops for any lady who forgot theirs, but somehow Parc wouldn't be surprised if she had something latched and growing inside her.

Wallowing in her clutches, Blake's tightness soon fades allowing him to step back and wonder at the thoroughly bred women before him. His milk drizzled in tides from Blake's pussy, dripping onto Aurora's ass before it trailed between her cheeks and over her quivering slit as if asking to go deeper, to seed another womb with his progeny.

Sweeping a hand over his sweaty brow, Parc looked down at his shaky hand then down to his twitching shaft. He was still hard, not like when they started, but enough that he could last another round or two. He was tempted to end things there, give the girls some time to rest as he was sated for now. But as he looked up to the two once more, still stacked and limp, unwilling to move as they revelled in their post-climax convulsions, a new pulse of blood engorged his manhood.

Though satiated on sex, more could never go wrong.


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Chương 284: The Search for Something

She'd heard the buzzing, on and on it rang out through the suite. They were seconds apart, sometimes minutes but it was always there. Reverberating through the walls like the thrumming of a tuning fork that had just been hit. At first, she hadn't thought anything of it, maybe Parc and that Blake girl were heavy sleepers and were just ignoring it, but there had to be a limit no?

After near an hour of listening to the buzz of a scroll rumble numerous times then halt only to start up moments later, she couldn't take it anymore. Marigold bit her lip and lifted herself from the bed she'd been so kindly given, as the blanket fell, she shivered and realized she was still half-naked from that massage Parc had given her.

Almost having crossed her arms over her chest to hide her breasts, Marigold quickly calmed, telling herself that Parc wasn't in the room, nor was Blake. So hiding anything would just be pointless.

Marigold eyed around the room, soon finding her clothes neatly stacked and folded not far away. 'Blake probably…' folding laundry just didn't seem like something Parc would do. As she slid her feet off the bed and onto the ground, she became suddenly aware of something off…

Her body, it didn't ache.

That pain of bruises and sore bones just wasn't there. If anything she felt flexible and nimble. Like she could twist and contort herself or even run a marathon without clutching her side feeling like her stomach was about to rip itself out of her body. She looked down to her body, between her voluminous breasts and was left agape at her spotless skin.

She trailed one hand to her thigh where the most painful bruise had been and stroked her finger apprehensively across her skin like she was expecting a thick layer of foundation to suddenly rub off and reveal her wounds beneath. Yet, it didn't. It didn't even hurt as she pushed her finger deeper into her thigh until her flesh swallowed her digit up to the first joint.

Her mouth hung wide, 'this shouldn't be possible she thought. She didn't even have an aura, unless… 'did he unlock it?' it was the only thing that made sense. Aura's were by far the only thing that could heal a body so rapidly… then again, so could a semblance but what are the chances he or that girl would have such a rare semblance?

It made no feasible sense to her.

Marigold flattened her hand over her thigh and wetted her lips nervously. Wishing that this healing was more than just a fabrication of her mind coping with Bleu's abandonment.

Lifting herself to her feet at another soft buzz muffled by the walls and doors, Marigold made haste to her clothing at a speed she'd never been able to take in the last decade or two, and swiftly dressed herself to hide her body like she always did.

Dressed, she made way to the door and gently twisted the knob and opened it. She peered through the small gap that formed and saw only darkness, it hadn't been hours since she had arrived in their room, and that had been near sundown.

Seeing no activity, Marigold latched to Bleu's parting words. 'Find dirt on the boy, anything. I don't care what, just find it.' He had sounded so incredibly fearful when he spoke those words. Not his usual high tone, but it was lower and even colder than how he usually looked at her. For once it looked like he actually needed her for something other than sex.

Creaking open the door, Marigold slid betwixt the thin gap and crept her gaze across the room. For as dark as it was, she could still make out the rough outlines of things and whatnots. The moon was unhindered so high above the clouds so the light it cast easily peered through the windows and gave this ghostly shade of blue to the scene.

There wasn't much around, at least, not things she thought were brought in by those two. The towel and that swimming trunk and bikini hanging over the chairs by the dining table. Otherwise, there was exceptionally little dotted about that even remotely showed their ownership of things.

Marigold glanced over her shoulder and into her room, if she looked around fast enough and carefully enough, she could quickly get back and see if there was anything interesting in there without risking waking those two up.

When she looked back she bit her tongue and calmed her breathing. She didn't like sneaking around. It just seemed like something that would get her hit again, but it's what Bleu wants. Creeping slowly through the room, she searched around for anything of interest, anything that Bleu would consider dirt but saw nothing of interest. She recalled that satchel Parc always had on his hip, could something be in there? He didn't seem awfully protective of it but each time she saw him he had it with him like there was something special about what was in it. If she could find that, scour through it, maybe Bleu would take her back…

The further she walked, form low and unassuming, the less she came across. Baring the odd book and swimming trunks and bikinis and towels, there wasn't even a laptop or a piece of paper that said anything interesting… Well, there was one book, Ninja's of Love, which after a quick skim Marigold had snapped shut and returned to its place on the couch before moving on with a rosy tint to her cheeks.

"Young people nowadays have strange interest," she muttered and hearing another jingling buzz of a scroll, darted her head to its origin. Another room, the second bedroom of the Emperor's suite. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating to take in more radiant light in the darkness, she was able to see that the door to the room was wide opened.

One brow rose confusedly, normally people didn't sleep with their doors wide. Especially not a couple on a retreat with someone else not far away. That was just asking for their neighbours to hear them having sex. Thoughts raced by, dragging her to the side of the doorway and to peek her head over the edge and into the room. Like everything else, it was a pitch of black inside but one thing cast light.

On the bedside table was a scroll, no, she didn't know what that was. It was thin and rectangular, almost like a scroll, except it looked like it was built in such a way that it didn't have a retractable screen. She racked her memories, recalling faintly how many years ago, not too far before her time growing up that there had been machines like scrolls called phones. Since technology had caught up with them, those machines had faded into obscurity.

'Must prefer antiques?' she couldn't be certain on that. Not just yet.

The light the phone was casting lit up the barest bit of the room. Just enough that she could see nothing but a neatly set bed, empty of occupants. Marigold quirked her head around, searching the room then searching the lounge but still couldn't find a trace of where those two had gone off to but found nothing. Something she was expecting would be an all too common occurrence for her

Hands trembling, Marigold hyped herself up with a few small mental words and pushed herself into the room. Each step was cautious to not cause a noise as she kept her presence as weak as she could. All the while dancing her focus here and there just searching for noises that told her where Parc and Blake were.

Once she arrived by the bedside with the phone, she also noticed the satchel laid on the floor just beside it and gulped. Perfect, hopefully, whatever was in there would make Bleu happy so this whole charade could end.

She didn't immediately go for it. Instead, she reached out for the phone and gingerly plucked it off the counter. It was heavy, more so than any scroll she'd ever held. There were buttons on the sides that she was tempted to press but refrained from doing. Noting the lack of a keyboard of sorts, she accurately predicted the machine would be a touchscreen and poked it right at the centre.

The light that had flickered out not seconds prior, revived. Filling the room once more with light ad making Marigold flinch away as the light struck her eyes dead centre. A few blinks later and she was able to look down at the screen and see numerous things. Apps galore, little square boxes filled with numerous things showed up all across the screen. Most she didn't know what they were for, but some like the compass and clock were abundantly clear.

At the top of the screen, she could see a few small flashing icons. Minute if anything, guessing they were the alerts for those noises, she poked it and watched a small box fall only to just as quickly return to hiding up top. She poked it again, though this time held it and swiped down, locking the box on the screen and opened a new tab.

There wasn't much to it except the word 'Alerts' in the top left and beneath that, a namesake alert labelled, 'Aurora has uploaded an image (25)' with the boon of an added date and time. But that's not possible, Marigold shook her head. This ship was so far out of range for the CCTS towers that any messages were just impossible to retrieve. And yet, here this phone was, receiving not one, but twenty-five of them.

Marigold licked her lips and dashed her eyes to the door, expecting Parc to come blaring in like a bat from hell to punish her for snooping. But she had to… right? This is all for Bleu, to make him happy.

She bit her lip white until she felt her teeth were soon to cut through her flesh and with a shaky finger, pressed the alert. It didn't take more than a second for the screen to shift and a message board to open. Seconds passed as she watched image after image opens up on the screen, it took seconds more for her to realize what they were about.

The moment she did though, she flushed a shade of deep red. Half tempted was she to slam the machine down on the counter, but she simply couldn't. There was something about those images, those dirty, dirty images of two girls, one of them being Blake the other… Marigold had to rack her brain to realize it was the captain, both riding on something quite monstrous.

They weren't just having sex or the like, Marigold would be hard-pressed to call what they were doing 'just' sex. Intercourse like that, it was messy and they were glazed in white, practically smiling giddily as a video played with both girls on their knee's, wallowing as Parc—she presumed—rapidly stroked his girthy manhood and sent off a few thick spurts of his cum across their faces. Even before the seed landed on their bodies, they were already soiled, hair matted and skin wet with sweat and cum that had gone watery over time.

It was a horrible sight for Marigold. It heated her cheeks and made her uncomfortable down there. Those girls looked to actually be enjoying it. Like sex with him was actually pleasurable.

Her left hand gravitated to her lap as she thumbed up the screen and scrolled through the picture before it. Each left the girls dirty, but just as well that dirt was fading until the first image was them once more on their knee's, cleaner than before but just as covered in white streaks of a man's protein.

Marigold bit her tongue, eyes trembling then quickly shook her head as a quiver ran somewhere it shouldn't. She turned the screen away from herself, slapping the machine flat on the bedside she tried to catch her breath and focus on something other than those images. Blake… she looked so horrible… so dirty yet just as well, she looked so happy with those euphoria encrusted eyes that rolled as she laid with her head in the Captain's lap and Parc's cock parting her labia.

'No, no. I'm married, stop that!' she screeched to herself and buried her hand in her face. She then looked down to the satchel beside the bed and her lip trembled. She still had to go through it, but she didn't have the heart to do it after that. There was just too much uncomfortability in her loins to even push herself to do that.

So she rose, staring at the phone filled with those debauched pictures whose images were as clear as a movie running in front of her, and made quick work to return to her room. There she swept up the sheets and sunk into the plush fabric, uncaring that she was still wrapped in her dress.

That night she couldn't sleep, she listened as the door creaked shut nearly ten minutes after her return. Parc's footsteps were heavier than usual and there wasn't a second set. Was Blake not with him? Or could he be carrying her? Those types of thoughts ran amok like a hundred little children left to their devices in her head.

Not long after that did she hear footsteps approaching her door. She sucked in a breath and clenched her eyes, no that's too hard, he'll know she's forcing it. The latch clicked and the door creaked just slightly, a faint shade of night light billowed in as a head pushed through the doorway and looked to her coddled form nestled softly beneath the blanket only to retract when he saw nothing of note.

With him gone, Marigold puffed out a nervous breath but instantly regretted it. Though faint, there was this stench that was all the more notable to her. It was something she had smelt for many years, had it ingrained into her body by force and will not her own.

That of musk, both man and women.

It was the alluring stench of unrepentant and animalistic sex.


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