Lisa presses her hands against the roof of the car to steady herself while you pound her into the seat, your every thrust a thunderclap of sound. Her feet twitch in the air while you fold her in half, your cock ramming deep into her voracious pussy while she squeals and squirts😍
Jodi sucks you off in the back of her parents vintage car, with one of your hands on her head while the other gropes her fat tits. Your cock slides in and out of her wet mouth as her head bobs up and down your shaft, taking every inch of you with ease. Jodi is so good at this! 😳
E:U pisses freely onto the mirror while you use her tiny body like a fleshlight, slamming her down again and again onto your cock. Her tight little butt squelches while you use it like a cheap sex toy, pounding it into the shape of your dick while she squeals with pleasure 😵💫
Jaime is trying to cook, but your sausage is already ready for dinner! Beaming, she happily devours your meat, slurping and slobbering all over its delicious length until it is dripping with saliva. Jaime gurgles happily, your meat sliding doen her throat, its so delicious! 😋
Jihyo blows you a kiss as she pulls you into her trailer, slamming the door shut behind you. Before your eyes can adjust her backside is pressed up against you while her hands haul your pants down. Soon the dull slap of flesh echoes around the trailer while you mount Jihyo 😩
Your groan while Hyoon rides you, her skirt swept to the side and her massive breasts wobbling with every bounch. You reach up to grope her tits, holding on while she works your fat load out of your cock. Hyoon dorsnt even slow down when your seed spews into her sloppy pussy 🥴
(Male Reader X Janet & Janet's Cousin Joyce & Ariasaki, 7,600 Words) Tags: Yet more harem action, Your Mother is pretty hot too, Hand sex, Straight up jorking it, Impregnations galore, Further fluff and drama
Chapter 1 Here
The dull drumbeat of flesh smacking together reverberates around the dimly lit room, echoing the sublime depravities painted upon its decorated walls. Lady Aria, noble-born scion of a refined and ancient house, gazes up at you with maternal patience, her ample cleavage squished tightly around your morning's rising, more than large enough to cushion against your frantic pounding as you hump her chest. With a sudden gasp, her breasts are awash with your precious seed, spreading down her collarbone to soak into the silken sheets beneath, and an indulgent smile crosses her lips, "As enthusiastic as always, my dear prince," Aria purrs, "It is not difficult to tell which of my Sighs you enjoy the most," she releases her bosom, allowing her massive pillows to spill back down against her chest, revealing the sticky mess you left between them. You shudder as she pulls you forward and commences with cleaning your manhood off using her mouth, an activity which only brings fresh vigor to it. Aria sighs at the sight, "Another round then my lord? We have enough time before we will be required in front of the Palace..." she truly need not have asked, and with a satisfied huff she welcomes you between her thighs once more, "Now remember to watch your pacing..."
Colossal drums pound against your ears as they echo against the walls of the Palace, heralding the arrival of the Divine Emperor, each so large they are practically stationary, and require a team of slaves scores-strong to move. The very air surrounding the assembled nobility seems to quake, and you sense your mother's displeasure in the tightening of her cheek, she always has loathed such militaristic displays. You shift slightly in your place in the stands in front of the Eastern Gate to the Palace, still somewhat sore from your morning's exertions, but still yourself when your mother's eyes flicker in your direction, her displeasure clear to you. It was your first time attending a noblewoman's public punishment, and your mother, Fifth Consort to the Divine Emperor, was expecting you to be as cold and impassive as she was. So you endeavor to do your best to do so, glad Lady Aria had the forethought to insist you wear warm clothes beneath your usual ceremonial robes. Your mother's favorite handmaiden, and your tutor in the noble arts of the bedchamber, sniffs when the drums finally subside, "Finally, how long is she due for?"
Your mother does not answer her, instead idly staring ahead, seemingly at ease amongst the assembled great and good of the Court. Not the entire Court of course, merely those with great enough station to properly appreciate the message the Divine Emperor was trying to convey with this late morning gathering. The morning rays, those not blocked by a cornucopia of awnings and parasols, the glitter of a veritable sea of gold and precious jewels adorning the mustered notables. Several broad tiers provide you all with enough height to gaze upon the Plaza of Punishment, a short expanse of stone that ends with a gate into the Inner City, currently occupied by only one soul. Your mother's entourage, as well as your own meagre following of Lady Janet and her handmaiden, reside on the lowest tier, due to her station as Fifth Consort, allowing you an unparalleled view of the proceedings.
Your mother continues staring at the lonely figure in the middle of the plaza, seated upon a mattress and chained to the pull thrust through it, "Two days," she murmurs, "his Divine Majesty was feeling gracious I suppose,"
Lady Aria makes a thoughtful noise, "So she won't have to beg for much water then, past three days is practically a death sentence. The Sixth Consort's Aunt, what was her name? Lasted a whole week I remember, before dying a month later."
"Tragic," your mother comments drily, "This one only stabbed another concubine though, all this pomp is unnecessary. One day would be sufficient to disgrace her,"
"We cannot have noble ladies fighting like peasants in the streets," Aria agrees, before returning to contemplative silence. You all turn to stare as the Eastern Gate grinds slowly open and the glimmer of light upon lacquered metal fills it as the Palace Guard make their appearance.
Discomfort melts into excitement as the most noble military unit in the Empire marches grandly into the Plaza of Punishment, escorting a massively ornate palanquin born upon the backs of twenty-four strong men. The Jade Regiment lead the way, soon followed by the Azure, the Ruby, the Topaz, and the Onyx, a display of magnificence that sends your heart racing with excitement; for there are few young men that would not be stirred by such a sight. Suitably awed sighs and cheers rise from the crowd of Consorts, nobility, and their entourages, and you struggle to contain your own joyful shout, with the inevitable wrath of your mother the only thing stopping you. So instead you watch in eager silence as the Guard smoothly splits to either side of the processional, allowing the Emperor's conveyance to pass between the armored cordon without slowing. The bearers set down the palanquin with obvious effort, turning it so that their imperial burden might gaze out upon his nobility as well as his criminal with ease.
A hush falls over the crowd, fans snap close and spines straighten as the door slides open and the Divine Emperor, Dragon of the North, steps rigidly out into the open. A complex concoction of emotions fills you at the sight of your most noble father, and you swear that he recognizes you when his eyes sweep through the assembled Court, ensuring that all are aware of his power. An officer jogs forward, bowing sharply at the waist in militaristic fashion before standing at attention, a truly splendid specimen judging by the appreciative noises coming from the ladies of the Court. The Divine Emperor mutters something, and you swear that the officer's face twitches, before he nods brusquely and signals to one of his men, who raises two black flags. Now muttering breaks out once more, and Lady Janet gasps from her place near you, "Two days... Do we have to watch?" Your mother hisses for silence, shooting you a glance that clearly urges you to better control your consort, before returning to glaring expressionlessly at your father.
Your majestic father gives one further glare at the stands, before retiring to his palanquin, apparently satisfied with his brief appearance. The Palace Guard smoothly reform, and soon are trooping stolidly back through the Eastern Gate, leaving behind a single unit of the Onyx, who take up positions surrounding the chained noble lady. Your mother lets out a noncommittal grunt as the majority of the crowd rustles into motion, an amorphous body drifting gradually back into the Palace proper, leaving all but a few scattered groupings of nobility. Walking next to your mother, ensconced within a protective huddle of handmaidens and servants, you make a querulous noise, "Why are we leaving so soon, mother?"
"Would you enjoy watching a lady of gentle breeding being raped by peasants for two days straight? I had not realized your tastes ran in such a direction," your mother responds drily, "There is a reason we usually do not allow the young to witness this, without the proper context the lesson will be a poor one,"
"And what lesson is that?"
"Feigned ignorance is beneath you," your lady mother replies sharply, "you know well what it is,"
"That to cross the Emperor invites a fate worse than death?"
"Correct. Behead a noble and the rest will learn nothing. Torture a noble and rest will resent you. But disgrace them in front of their peers? Leave them a walking, suffering example of your wrath? That the nobility will remember every day."
You walk in silence for many heartbeats, passing stoically beneath the embrasure-studded Eastern Gate, its doors thicker than your arm opening into a long tunnel filled with murder-holes where defenders might dump boiling oil and rocks on any attackers. Once back out into the open air, your education continues, "Then why were most of the Court allowed to leave before even witnessing the punishment dispensed?"
"You need not skin a flayed man to make a point, simply showing the knife is enough to make them suffer," your mother imparts, "now all will remember the last time we were all forced to watch, and be wary,"
"Then who stayed?"
"Her family, and those sadistic or depraved enough to watch," your mother flashes a quick signal, and the handmaiden behind her snaps her fan upon behind your head, while your mother's gilded fan unfolds with similar smoothness in front of your faces. She leans close, her breath against your ear, "And how is your nubile consort, hm?"
You blush at the question, since you know what she expects the answer to be, and you both already know what it will be instead, "Lady Janet is... a pleasure," you murmur back, and your mother scoffs,
"Do not lie to me so pathetically, it has been four weeks since you first bedded her, and while I laud your dedication to learning the lover's arts from Lady Aria, your seed is better spilt elsewhere," she sighs, "Aria is late, and though I would not mind you getting her with child, should Janet not be showing first then the Court will question the very reason I procured her," your mother sniffs, "So do not disgrace her, nor I. Spend your lust in Janet. Get her with child, and perhaps I shall be pleased with you," she whispers, before refolding her fan with a harsh clack, leaving you feeling a familiar mixture of guilt and dread.
"Understood, mother," you manage, and she clucks,
"I would hope so, child," she says wryly.
Organized chaos reigns as the various groups of nobles separate and head towards their conveyances, a menagerie of palanquins, carts, carriages, and gigs. Resolving to show some initiative, you fall back a few steps, allowing various handmaidens and servants to pass you by before coming level with your consort, Lady Janet. Who glances at you furtively, "Oh! Good morning, my lord. I'm sorry, I was lost in thought..."
You tilt your head obligingly, "Good morning to you as well, my lady, what worries you so?"
Janet grimaces, "It's that poor woman out there, I saw another lady suffer the same fate a year or so ago, and it distressed me greatly..." she shudders, "She started... begging... it was awful!"
You nod in sympathy, feeling a bit less curious about the whole process, what sounded erotic in your mind was likely much less so in person; even if many ladies enjoyed... tame reenactments of what went on out in the Plaza. You gently place your hand atop hers, "Would you permit me to join you in your carriage then? Should I serve as a welcome distraction, of course" Janet looks at you inscrutably for a few moments, before bowing slightly,
"I would be honored for you to join me, my prince."
As you step up into Janet's carriage, having ridden down from the Harem in your mother's, you notice a disturbance occurring in one of the various clusters of people around you. Lady Janet pokes her head out as well, squinting for a moment before gasping, "That's the Third Consort's party, I think. What is happening?"
You shrug as you clamber into the decorated interior, sitting next to Janet and facing her handmaiden and servant opposite of you,
"Who knows? Probably someone's carriage broke down again," an explanation which seems to settle Janet, and as the door closes she turns slightly so that she can face you more easily; the carriage clattering into motion soon after. She minutely adjusts her robes, ensuring that the sleek, red fabric flows around her body correctly, and that her breasts are properly pushed up and displayed; a civilized woman invites lust even in distress. Janet lets out a soft sigh,
"It has been some time since you have last visited me, my lord," she says tentatively, "does Lady Aria occupy you so?"
You frown, you had been spending much of your time, amorous or otherwise, with Aria these past few weeks, and no doubt Janet was feeling a touch neglected.
So you bow your head, "I offer my apologies then for my lack of attention, my lady, it must have been difficult for you to be alone for so long," Lady Janet makes a pleased noise,
"Oh! Please, my prince! It is of no worry!" she lets out a wistful breath, "And it is not as if I am not used to it, waiting for a husband while remaining untrained was..."
"Difficult?" you supply,
"Boring," Janet corrects you, "All of my friends were busy showing off their skills and techniques that they had learned, while the only Sighs of Pleasure my mother trained me in was the Mouth and Hand," she brightens a bit, "I was able to master my feet though! All that free time meant I got to pick something more uncommon to practice,"
"I would be honored to experience it," you say, and Janet giggles, her mind far from the Plaza and it's no doubt well-besmirched occupant,
"Oh you will enjoy it! My teachers would always make such amusing noises, Father would always tease me that 'half the household has your footprints on them!'" she snaps her fan up to hide her laughter, her eyes narrow with amusement over the simply ornamented folds, and she glances down, "I see our conversation has been a fruitful one..." And Janet was entirely correct.
"I am in your good hands," you open your own in supplication, allowing Lady Janet easy access to the noticeable bulge in your formal robes,
"Yes, you are," Janet says with a smile, slipping her hand into your robes and producing your manhood, its pink tip peeking out from beneath it's hood. Her other hand languidly unfolds towards the other two occupants, and her handmaiden nudges the servant, who hurriedly opens her top and shoves her hand down it, rummaging around before producing a narrow flask that she unstoppers. The girl careful allows a measure of the contents to spill out in Janet's palm, who nods in satisfaction as she roils it around, "Well done, it is still fairly warm," Janet declares, and the serving girls bows sharply, with the handmaiden looking relieved as well, and then slowly dribbles the oil onto your penis. You shudder at the sudden warmth as it slides down your shaft, before Janet's other hand applies it more thoroughly, which only causes yet more of the same reaction from you. Janet giggles, "My prince is so sensitive! I guess Lady Aria hasn't taught you everything yet..." and shows you what she means.
You writhe in your padded seat while Lady Janet glides her hands up and down your erection, polishing your spear with exquisite skill that leaves you gasping, your manhood on the edge of eruption. Your consort giggles appreciatively, "You honor me with your moans, my prince, I have to be careful to make sure you don't finish too early!" Janet tastefully pauses once more as a fresh gush of watery fluid leaks from your engorged tip, watching with fascination as it drips through her fingers, "Such... capacity. Where do you store it all, my lord?" she teases you, her fingers swirling your morning dew into the sticky mixture she is using to stroke you, lazily dragging her palm along your rigid length while you groan with pleasure, unable to answer her. Your eggs pulsating within your wrinkled sack, you gasp as you bless Janet's hands with yet another crystalline slurry, which only makes her coo once more, "Do you wish for release, my lord? I have yet to even move past my most basic techniques..." Your hips buck, which gives the women in the carriage all the signal they need that this latest outpouring will not be denied. Janet's handmaiden ceases her discrete masturbation and slides onto the floor of the conveyance, ready to ensure your royal seed is not disgracefully wasted upon the floorboards, but Janet waves her back up.
Turning your penis slightly to the side, your consort resumes her strokes, moving faster and gripping more tightly in a manner that has your eyes rolling, trembling from the pleasure emanating from your groin. Lady Janet carefully place her hand in front of your tip, as the first ropes of your seed erupt from your tip, splattering into her waiting palm while she excitedly works your painfully pent up load out of you. Once you stop shuddering, something which seems to last ages as Janet cheerfully continues gratifying you even after your spectacular climax, she daintily brings her upraised hand to her lips and drinks down every drop of your blessed emanations. She swallows, and then sighs blissfully, before giving you a radiant smile, "I hope my prince enjoyed himself?" she asks politely, and you let out a strangled rasp,
"He- he did indeed! I will- be sure- to ask for- your favors more often!" you manage, and Janet bows at the waist,
"You honor me, my lord, I look forward to you gracing my chambers soon..."
The rest of the ride passes in companionable conversation, with the handmaiden adding in her own acidic asides that make the two of you chuckle, and before long Lady Janet is being helped out of her carriage, your mother's party once more ensconced behind the protective walls of the Harem as well as her own estate. You follow, blinking in the wane sunlight, before moving to untangle your tiny entourage from your mother's and hustle them inside into the warmth of the interior; even with the sun out it was still quite chilly. Your mother glances at you as you pass by with Ladies Aria and Janet, her eyebrow rising inquisitively, but says nothing. Nor does she need to, you can tell by the faint quirk of her lip that she is amused. So you greet the various handmaidens of your mother while your party sweeps by, their names spilling from your lips while sliding like ice across a hot pan through your mind.
That was another one of your mother's "helpful" lessons she had imbued you with, you struggle to actually think of peoples' names. She had hammered into you from your earliest memories to not think of people as well, people, but rather their personalities and relationships, their strengths and weaknesses, so as to insulate yourself from the stress of using them. What need have you to worry about sacrificing a pawn when you cannot even comprehend their name? Obviously this conditioning did not work entirely, and once you warmed to someone sufficiently, you could actually perceive their name, most notably your dear Lady Aria. It was frankly surprising to you that you had been able to process Lady Janet's name so quickly, which you hope was a good sign that your mother's work was being gradually rolled back. So while your mouth says "Lady -", your mind notates her as "Fifth daughter of the seventh undersecretary to the Minister of Public Works"; truly a wonderous thing. It goes without saying that you cannot remember thinking of your own mother's name, not even once.
Lady Aria holds her tongue until you reach your chambers, with Lady Janet peeling off several doorways beforehand to her own rooms, situated intimately close to your own so that you need not travel far should you desire her. Aria settles herself onto one of your couches, "So, I hear your mother spoke with you regarding Lady Janet, then?" you join her on the couch, nestling in against the softness of her body, while her arm slips protectively over your chest,
"She did indeed," you sigh contently, "she even mentioned you were... late," Aria grumbles,
"J-! Your mother would have, she knows my cycle is always late! But truly though," her hand picks at your robes, "she is correct that you should put a baby in Janet's belly, hers is a more fertile soil..."
"That does not mean I cannot plant my seed in yours until it takes!" you reply heroically, which only makes Aria giggle wistfully,
"Of course, my prince, you are welcome to try!" Before subsiding into thoughtful silence, "For Janet..." she starts, "I would advise staying within the Outer Sphere, focus on her hood, use your mouth and fingers, your stamina is still far too low to attempt the Inner to bring her to climax,"
"So I should avoid penetrating her then?" you flush slightly,
"Only until Janet is suitably prepared, and of course, rely upon her handmaidens, the ancestors know they have pleasured her often enough!" Aria replies, "She will still be as inexperienced with penetration as you are, so luckily if you do not perform well it will be no slur upon your reputation. Your mother knew what she was doing when she chose her to be your first consort, few will be able to judge either of you in this situation,"
You nod thoughtfully, as always your mother's schemes have hidden depths, "I shall visit Lady Janet at once then," you decide, and Aria laughs,
"Oh give her a day or so to prepare, my lord, you do not want to seem too desperate! And anyways, it will give you some time to practice your brush strokes," Aria pointedly opens her robes around her groin, "let us see if that unruly tongue of yours can be put to good use this time..."
It was only several hours later then that you send a servant to Lady Janet's chambers, your youthful desires getting the better of Lady Aria's sense of propriety; having spent an hour with your face buried in Aria's crotch had not helped with matters either. You are gratified then when the messenger pops back in mere minutes later, bows, and passes Janet's response to one of your mother's handmaidens roosting around the room. The slip of folded paper finds its way to you, passed from perfumed hand to perfumed hand, and you open it to reveal the simple message, I am waiting, eagerly, my prince. Aria chuckles to herself as she reads it, and shoos you away with obvious amusement,
"Ah, youth... go enjoy yourself, my lord, and do try to leave enough of your seed inside of her this time" she teases, and the surrounding ladies cover their giggles with palms and fans. You grumble an acknowledgement, bow in farewell, and accompanied by a few handmaidens and servants, take the short walk down to Janet's chambers.
Who greets you warmly as you step through her doorway, "Welcome, welcome my lord! I did not expect you so soon... but I'm glad you are here!" Lady Janet blurts with a polite bow, her voice betraying her anxiety, "Please, join me in my sitting room, unless you wish to take matters directly to my bed...?" her eyes flick in that direction. Your nerves as played up as your consort's, you still do your best to sooth her,
"I would love for you to entertain me in your sitting room," you manage, "though I am still eager to join you in the bedroom!" you add hastily, and Janet covers a nervous giggle,
"Oh, well, this way then," she gestures, and you follow her through a dispersing crowd of her attendants and servants, your own coterie following behind you. Her sitting room was somewhat sparsely decorated, but no doubt your opinions regarding décor were somewhat warped by growing up in one of the Seven Consort's palaces, so you hold your tongue. Janet settles onto a patch of pillows, and you join her boldly close on the pile next to her, clearly indicating your desire, which seems to thrill her as much as it unnerves her.
You both lounge in uncomfortable silence while Lady Janet's handmaidens delicately serve you both tea, before settling in to watch and chatter, providing a low susurration of gossip that helps fill the void. You spend this time drinking in the sight of your consort, her lithe body once more sheathed beneath her atrial-red robes, emphasizing her modest curves, while her hair was done up within her favorite headpiece, and her makeup more discrete than usual. Naturally such observing does not go unnoticed, and Janet smiles shyly, "Are you enjoy the view, my prince?" and you flush in embarrassment,
"I would ask the same of you, my consort," you reply, "your gaze seems to linger in certain areas..."
Janet covers a laugh, "It's not my fault my lord is pitching a tent in his robes!" she wiggles into a more comfortable position, "And I thought you spent after this morning's activities, would my prince care for some light... entertainment?" The stiffness in your groin only grows, and you nod amicably,
"It would be my honor, my lady, though perhaps not too intense an entertainment...?"
"Oh and why is that?" Janet gives you a sidelong look, while she beckons with one hand towards one of her servants,
"I would hate for my seed to," you cough awkwardly, "go to waste," you finish lamely, but your consort seems satisfied with this,
"So eager..." she teases, but does not disagree with the sentiment.
Lady Janet smiles coquettishly at you while her serving girl quickly but gently cleans her feet with a bowl of warm water, before applying a layer of warm oil to ensure they remain supple. The girl touches her forehead to the floor before slowly backing away, as your consort brings her freshly pampered feet to bear on you. You shudder as she languidly guides them along your thigh, and start in surprise when her toes nimbly wrangle your robes open and allow your erection to spring free of its confines. Janet giggles at the sight, and appreciative sighs emanate from your lounging audience, with many of the noblewomen glancing around to ensure the commoner girls are not watching; everyone knew commoners were unable to resist the sublime temptations of their betters' bodies. You are unable to contain a soft moan as Janet's feet wrap delicately around your manhood, her smooth soles sliding slowly up and down your length, they are nearly as soft as Lady Aria's pillowy cleavage. It is not long before a runnel of clear liquid is dribbling down your shaft, causing Janet to pause, watching your tip twitch rhythmically until subsiding, "Well that was close," she teases you, "I see my favorite Sigh is one you enjoy as well!"
But your seed's fate was not to be spewed upon Lady Janet's dainty toes, not yet at least, and Janet seductively opens her robes to reveal her nubile body, leaning backwards to give you the best view. Her modest breasts are still a delight to behold, as is the smooth slope of her stomach leading down to her bright slit, already glistening in the afternoon light. So naturally that is what you choose to dine upon first, your mind afire with lust, you eagerly push her legs back so that you might feast upon the scrumptious meal she was offering. The surrounding ladies titter and whisper at such youthful boldness, but Janet seems quite pleased with the hurried pace, and nods in encouragement, "Oh! Be gentle, my prince," she sighs as your mouth presses against her pinkish petals, "you are so impatient today!" Which, to be fair, you almost always are, so this was hardly unusual. So instead you do your best to ease her somewhat feigned protests by digging in just as Lady Aria so rigorously attempted to teach you.
The fragrant stench of Lady Janet's moistened lily fills your nose as you drag your tongue along her slit, relishing in tiny shivers it causes, before swirling around her pronounced hood. You hear her gasp as your mouth fastens around her nub, and you slurp upon her delicate flesh until it swells up, sucking until your cheeks ache and you switch back to flicking at with your tongue. You repeat this cycle several times, never able to actually bring Janet to climax, yet delighting her enough that she does not subtly push you away in boredom or discomfort. Eventually though, she tires of the exercise, and discreetly motions her head to indicate that it was time to move onto the main performance, and judging by the noises her flower was making, she was more than ready for it. Janet draws you up atop her with a pleased smile, her flush showing through her thin layer of makeup, "I think things will go much easier this time, my lord," she giggles as she hikes her hips up, curving her back upwards and drawing her legs back until they rest on either side of her head.
Ordinarily you would support Lady Janet's lower half in this mating press position with your arms and your weight, but you lack the muscles to do so properly, which was why you had handmaidens to support you of course. Several glide forward to shove a stiff pillow beneath Janet's rear, while another grasps her legs to hold them in place, while two more hover nearby you in case you collapse atop your consort from exhaustion; these ladies obviously have ample experience in such matters. Soft hands guide your manhood inside of Janet, and you both moan as your length slides into her until your balls press against her taint, "Oh! My prince!" Janet gasps, "You are so deep, I can- I can feel you in my stomach," she shudders, "allow me a moment to-" Janet squeals when you start to move anyways, the contours of her hole squeezing your rod intoxicatingly, and you are unable to stop yourself from using it. Wet squelches form a pleasant counterpoint to Janet's squeals as you take her, your bodies slapping together with every thrust, splattering the surrounding noble ladies with her profusive nectar.
As always, you are amazed at how wet and warm a woman feels, your consort's lily pampering your penis with its softness, it was as if you were inside of a soup dumpling. You pant with effort as you make love to your consort, your manhood already twitching spasmodically as heat burns its way up your shaft; whoever named this position did so correctly, it was made for breeding. You gasp out that you are close, and Lady Janet nods encouragingly, "Yes! All in me!" She urges, "Let it all out in me, my prince! Oh! Fuck!" She curses as you spasm atop her, your member pulsating deep inside of her as your load empties itself into her fertile depths, your seed painting her insides. You lay atop Janet, shuddering from the force of your orgasm, the pair of you simply panting in the afterglow of your sex, enjoying the warmth of one another's bodies, "It's so... sticky, in me," Janet sighs, "it feels like quite a lot as well, if you are always this bountiful then I will be with child by the end of the month!"
"Well," you manage, "I suppose I know what we shall be doing for the next month then!" and the surrounding ladies laugh politely at your wit, some more honestly than the others.
It takes some doing to extricate yourself from Lady Janet, but many hands make for light work, and soon you are sprawled amongst a pile of attentive handmaidens, who shower you with affection while Janet's ladies ensure her rear remains hoisted and her legs pressed together. Janet's favored handmaiden detaches herself from her mistress's side and approaches, bowing deeply as she does, "You honor us all with your visit, my lord," she proclaims formally, "your smooth coupling with our noble lady brings great joy to our household." Janet's handmaiden eyes your slick manhood, "It would be a great privilege to clean you, as a sign of our gratitude..." your mother's handmaidens huff at such temerity (themselves being too busy quietly bickering over who would have the honor of doing so to actually get around to doing it), but you graciously choose to accept her kindly offer, and her moon-shaped face widens further with delight.
You are pleasantly surprised to discover that the handmaiden's skills at fellatio are noticeable, not that you have much experience in having your rod polished, but the lady was doing a rather good job showing off this Sigh. Indeed, she was doing so well that your manhood reverses its shrinkage under her tongue's adept ministrations, which only seems to prolong the traditional cleaning process, her ornate headpiece bobbing up and down your shaft with growing enthusiasm. Which causes yet more territorial fluttering from your roost of noblewomen, "That is quite enough, Lady Joyce!" one of them hisses
"You overreach!" declares another,
"Know your place!"
"...unbecoming of a lady of birth..."
"...and what do you expect from such a middling household..."
"...like some sort of... commoner..."
While Janet's handmaiden was bordering on improper conduct, after all, your own handmaidens would ordinarily be the recipients of any excess lust following a coupling, you are enjoying yourself enough to motion for her to continue, "Why so overly bold, my lady?" You enquire, curious, which unfortunately causes her to pull her head off of your manhood and retreat, bowing hurriedly,
"A thousand apologies, my lord!" she wails, "I was too lost in the delight of pleasing you that I forgot my place, please forgive me!" You frantically wave away her worries,
"Please calm yourself!" you cry, mortified by this sudden awkwardness, "I was only asking out of curiosity, my lady..."
"Forgive me," Janet's handmaiden sniffles, "It has just been so long that I forgot myself..."
"My cousin's husband has been ignoring her," supplies Janet, her waist still upraised to ensure that every last drop of your seed remains inside of her, "which is why if offered for her to join me in the Harem as a handmaiden,"
Janet's handmaiden nods, "It's been unbearable, my lord! We have rarely shared a bed since our joining, he just ruts with that peasant whore of his all night long!" she chokes back a sob, "At least here I can be comforted by other women of my station..." There are some sympathetic clucks from the surrounding ladies, men are obviously expected to use women of lesser station to slake some urges, but to prefer a commoner over a noblewoman was scandalous. You feel your pity for this humiliated lady rising, and are somewhat bemused to find something else rising as well, your penis stiffly saluting her misery. The Lady Joyce seems unable to tear her gaze away from it, "My lord...?" she asks tentatively, hope filling her expression,
"Then I shall comfort you, my lady," you declare grandly, and Joyce nearly breaks out relieved tears while the rest of the ladies in the room make approving noises; with several already with hands sliding beneath their robes.
You are astonished to realize that you are actually able to think of Lady Joyce's name, perhaps you should try sticking your rod in more ladies...
But that was a thought for the future, as Lady Joyce promptly turns onto her hands and knees, pulling her long robes up over her waist to reveal her plump rear, before pulling her soaked undergarments down around her legs. Janet's cousin was clearly ready for penetration, judging by the glistening damp coating her thighs and rear, her slit puffy and swollen with arousal, her body shivering with anticipation, "Oh please," Joyce breathes, "Mount me as vigorously as you would like, my lord, claim me from my wretched husband!" Shuddering with anticipation, you still find enough restraint to glance at your consort, it would be untoward to fornicate with her handmaiden without her permission, but Janet gestures for you to continue with a smile. Joyce gasps when your hand grasps her waist, eagerly pushing back against you when your tip touches her lily, but the angle is poor and your manhood simply grinds along her taint. Controlling herself, the lady reaches a hand back to orient you properly, and this time you are able sheath your sword fully inside of her without issue.
Lady Joyce was like an overripe peach, plush, juicy, and ready for the plucking. Wet slaps reverberate around the room as you slam yourself against her generous ass, every thrust resulting in an appalling squelching as your manhood delves into her overflowing hole. Joyce gasps and squeaks every time you fill her to the hilt, moaning with unreserved pleasure, "Yes! Harder, my lord! Plow me! Ruin me! I am yours!" Which only spurs you on, pounding away at her gushing slit with a mindless lust that would make Lady Aria sigh in disappointment, but your lover is obviously in need of such rough treatment. Soon you are dripping with sweat from your furious exertions, your member sliding easily into her squishy depths, her thick cheeks providing a generous cushion to break yourself against. Joyce spasms, "Right there! Don't stop! Please, my prince! Harder!" she blubbers, as her entire body is wracked with uncontrollable shaking, mewling in pleasure as her insides convulse around your already spoiled penis. Your groans soon join hers as you fill her like a dumpling, which only causes a fresh round of orgasmic shivering from Joyce, "Yes! Fill my belly with child! Give me your seed, my prince! Breed me! Show my worthless fucking husband what a real man is!" she shrieks joyously, her fingers curled into claws as your balls pulsate tirelessly to impregnate this freshly encountered womb.
Once more you stagger back into the embrace of your handmaidens, one of whom is quick to clean your manhood before any other ladies in the room could get any ideas about receiving their own dose of Imperial majesty. Lady Joyce assumes the same position as her mistress, legs tightly held together while upraising her hips, to ensure that your seed quickens inside of her. Her robes are in immodest disarray, revealing more than a little of her luscious body, and she lets out a shuddering breath, "My cycle ended several days ago... my lord, I think you have impregnated me..." an announcement that results in more than a few mutters but also congratulations, mainly towards you, which you find quite encouraging. Janet gives you a wan smile,
"I hope that you will find reason to visit, my prince, Lady Joyce might be speaking... too enthusiastically," which prompts her cousin to huff,
"Excuse me for enjoying my first proper coupling in years!" she glances at you, "I too would be honored by your return, it would be good to... settle the matter of my fertility,"
You manage a slight bow, "It would be a privilege, my ladies. Now if you would excuse me..."
The two noblewomen scramble to their knees and bow fully, both still holding one hand between their legs to hold their entrances shut, as you and your entourage depart; you are far too exhausted to uphold polite conversation. You make your way back to your chambers, where you are pampered ceaselessly by your mother's attendants, with Lady Aria being especially maternal. It all feels like too much for you. Surrounded by clucking women, you make a snap decision and announce you will be taking a bath, alone, an urge which at least some of them seem to understand. Two handmaidens follow you into the baths though, staying several steps back to afford you your needed privacy.
The central baths in your mother's palace are expansive to say the least with several large pools to bathe inside, and ample servants to keep the place clean or massage flesh sore from lovemaking. The room was mostly deserted when you arrive, stripping in the entry chamber before stepping along the rough stone floor into one of the smaller baths. Your accompanying ladies slide into one of the nearby ones, close enough to keep an eye on you while affording you the space you needed to recover from your exertions, no doubt gossiping under their breaths about your visit to your consort. You let out a tired sigh as you try and relax, unsure as to where the sudden need for solitude had come from, your sexual sessions with Lady Aria had never resulted in such a feeling... You ponder this for a long while, the warm water permeating your skin and soaking away your worries along with the sweat from your sex. Your gaze wanders idly, from busying servant girl, to the erotic statuary, to the sultry curves of your handmaidens as they rise from the water to stretch, their breasts glistening in the soft lighting of the lamps... Someone slips into the water next to you, causing you to start, until you recognize just who it is, "Lady Mother," you greet her formally,
"My child," the Fifth Consort drawls in response.
Your mother stretches languidly, before peering at you from the side of her eye, "Her cousin too, hmm?"
Your flushed face reddens further, "Is that an issue?"
"No. And such alacrity as well, it has not even been a day," your mother's lips twitch,
"Will not Lady Joyce's husband take issue with this?" you enquire, feeling some residual guilt for your actions, and your mother lets out the softest of snorts,
"I suppose I may forgive you for your ignorance, there has been a lack of men in your life to learn from, but no, he shall not."
"Why?"
"Because he thought his wife worthless, but now you have proven otherwise. Now his wife is lady whose skillful Sighs were enough to seduce an Imperial scion, and fertile enough to bear his child, no doubt Lady Joyce will be recalled to his side soon enough to add a polite vagueness to her pregnancy," your mother glances at you, "And you wondered why I was so careful as to your initial choice of lovers? It is to be known you desire ladies of quality, not lowborn whores like so many of your peers,"
"Who is her husband anyways?" you ask with a frown,
"He commands one of the Eastern Fleets," your mother replies, and then, "Must you stare at my breasts so lustfully? I had not realized you wish to emulate the Ancient Families, but if Lady Aria is not up to the task, then I suppose I must..." You start in surprise, before realizing you had indeed been staring, which was something of a shock since you had been bathing with your mother for years now without fully processing that she too, was a woman. Her hand drifts over to your crotch, and her lips quirk once more, "My, you are lustful, how endearing," she makes a languid motion with her other hand, and soon one of her handmaidens joins you in the water, "Pleasure him, discreetly," she orders, before returning to the conversation, "As I was saying..." But your attention was now thoroughly taken as the lady expertly dips her head into the warm water to take you in her mouth, skillfully applying this Sigh to your resolutely erect penis in a manner that leaves you gasping.
Your mother slaps you. Not hard, but enough to convey her disappointment and contempt, "Pay attention," she snaps at you, "you will have a woman between your legs at most feasts and celebrations. If you cannot hold a polite conversation while some concubine is pleasuring you then I will have failed as a mother," she pauses as her concubine's head gently breaks the surface for air, before descending once more, with you absently rubbing your cheek and wondering how anyone could be aroused by your mother, "Listen. Your father shall soon be calling for you, and you know how he loves his little tests, so I shall have scrolls and books delivered to your chambers in preparation,"
"Military reading?" you ask with burgeoning excitement, swallowing a groan, and your mother sighs,
"Oh indeed, you men do love to slaughter one another. Study it well, but remember that you are no strategist, you have not been raised in the camps or amongst the military families," she crosses her arms, "Learn what you must, but remember your roots, that is how you shall triumph,"
"Y-yes mother," you shudder, the concubine leaving you teasingly on the precipice, even with her occasionally coming up to breathe,
"Oh, feel free to finish, I would not have my dear lady exert herself overmuch for a thin load," your mother waves her hand dismissively, as said thin load promptly empties itself into the handmaiden's warm mouth.
You watch as the handmaiden surfaces for the final time, bows to your mother and then you, before rising up out of the water and padding over to one of the cooler pools, unable to tear your gaze away from the sway of her hips. Your mother meanwhile watches you, and lets out a soft exhalation of amusement, "I worry half of my household will soon be waddling about with swollen bellies," she muses, "Not that I am complaining of course," and your flush remains strongly upon your cheeks, "Oh do go away, child," your lady mother shoos you, "you can be such a tiring conversationalist at times..." she leans back against the edge of the pool closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth, her supple breasts gently bobbing in the water, and you feel the sickening desire strike you once more. You might feel lust for your own mother, but it was hardly wholesome.
Comm: A Breastful Evening from Karina's Point of View
(Karina x Male Lover, 2.2k Words) Tags: Karina's POV; She's a classy gal, She gives classy tittyfucks, Loss of virginity, Outraged crushes, Cleavage creampies, Multiple Penetration, Dear lord her tits look huge in that dress
I smile up at him, my eyes devouring his every nervous twitch and hesitant movement, his every tentative action revealing a truth any experienced woman could discern. Virgin. Not that I have a particular lust for the inexperienced, but any woman harbors that sordid satisfaction of being a man's First, his entry-point into the realm of adulthood, the standard by which all future partners will be judged. He shudders as his gaze roams my body, drinking in the sight of a real woman, not some pampered girl who flees the very thought of sex, but someone who is willing to give him everything. I could give him myself, but where would be the fun in that? That initial pleasure of feeling him inside me, those hesitant first thrusts... all ruined a few moments later when he loses control and plasters my folds with his first load. So boring. So banal. Better to draw things out, to make him crave release, to carve my body into his brain so deeply that this moment might never be surpassed. With a lazy smirk I position myself in front of him, "Are you ready?" I politely enquire, and he moans,
"Yes... Karina, please..."
I cannot remember his name, nor does that fact particularly bother me. It was a classy affair, lots of flash and glitter and expense. Expensive outfits, expensive jewelry, expensive escorts; that last section included me. Looking attractive is already part of my job, we idols just do it so well, that few can resist our charms. My initial partner certainly could not, which was why I left him sprawled in the handicapped bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his balls like raisins. And the part had only been going on for barely over an hour when I had sashayed out of that reeking bathroom, so I had time to kill and entertainment to find. And lo, there he was. Some ripe young man simply ogling the passing women-flesh on display, some immature girls fluttering about him, obviously childhood friends too busy bickering to claim the prize they both have been hankering after for God knows how many years. Oh well, perhaps they will learn to pluck their fruit before someone else does.
All it took was a shy smile, the most teasing of comments, the slight touch of my hand against his arm, the subtly lean of my body so that his eyes nearly fell down my cleavage. I was mildly impressed he had not tried to take me then and there. But as I stressed, this was a classy affair, so instead I idly guided him into one of those decorated nooks and crannies that seem to populate any party of sufficient stature; lust requires some privacy in polite society after all. My how his little birds had chirped as I led him away, not realizing what a favor I was doing them, virgins can be so disappointing if one does not enjoy them with the correct mindset, which they wouldn't have. The first several niches I glanced into were occupied, indeed, I had spotted my dear groupmate Ningning in one of them squirting wildly all over her partner, I had shared a glance of acknowledgement, and then I had moved on. But the fifth cubby had been empty, and even sported a chair with an assortment of pillows scattered about. Perfect.
He had wavered at the precipice, uncertainty warring with lust, no doubt his mother had sternly ordered him to beware gorgeous women offering themselves to him, fearful of him coming home with some unworthy slut with a full belly. But his mother can rest easy, I have no interest in bearing his child. I glanced over my shoulder, raising an innocent eyebrow, and cordially invited him to join me, giving him my playful face, the one that makes my fans croon. It worked. Obviously. And soon he was nervously ensconced in the seat, while I kicked some pillows in front of it, kneeling on marble is rather unpleasant after all, no doubt all sorts of ideas running through his silly little head. Then I knelt before him, flashed a winning smile, and oh so tenderly slid my hands long his legs before oh so surprisingly ending up with my fingers deftly unzipping him. It is best to be direct with virgins, otherwise nothing will get done.
And so now here I am, on my knees before some spoiled brat, his penis hardening and softening in my hand, asking with the utmost courtesy if he is prepared for what is to come. He is not, but he doesn't know that. He answers, "Yes, Karina," he stammers, pleadingly, "please..." Adorable. His eyes ravish me, my perfectly shaped face, my long luscious black hair, my bared limber legs, my weighty breasts, so skillfully displayed by my short, black dress; it was a gentle surprise I was not already dripping with his semen. No doubt he expects to spend his seven seconds of heaven inside of me, but that would be a waste. He would barely be in my pussy long enough to truly appreciate its splendor, and then he would fuck one of those indolent girls who surround him, would last several minutes in her loose cunt, and incorrectly declare her better than an idol. It was demeaning, really. So I imprint myself upon him in a more memorable manner, unlimbering my cleavage from its confines and allowing it to drape down my chest.
Ah. Now he stiffens.
I give him several heartbeats to truly appreciate my chest, leaning back and tilting my head down, giving him a playful smile to encourage him, all while my fingers delicately fondle his manhood. Already he is groaning, gawping at my tits as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before, if I had turned about and dropped my panties, no doubt my ass would be getting plastered. But that would not be fun, so instead I wait patiently until the pulsating in his cock subsides, before onehandedly popping open the bottle of oil I had pulled from my purse while he was busy drooling over my curves. I dower my breasts with a healthy helping of scented lubricating oil, not enough to remove stimulation, but enough to ensure I would not need to reapply it any time soon. I rub it into my cleavage, massaging it with both hands until it is slick and glistens in the false candlelight of the flambeaux, "Well, aren't you a little excited" I purr vivaciously, "I hope you will be able to make it between them..." and my lips curl upwards when he assures me he will. Such youthful confidence...
Wearing a beatifical smile, I wrap my breasts around his upraised member, relishing in his sigh of pleasure as my soft flesh enfolds him, trapping his cock in my pillowy prison. Precum beads at his tip, and I give him a shocked expression, "Cumming so soon?" I gasp teasingly, before descending into giggles, making his face flush an even deeper red. He stammers excuses, but I shush with a laugh, "Oh don't worry dear, I'll be sure to make this last..." and he nods eagerly, no doubt interpreting this as a few minutes, as if that would be enough to satisfy me. Feeling his balls uncurl from his groin, I start to move, dragging my chest up his length, before hauling my breasts back down it, a simple, yet effective technique. He shudders while I pleasure him, my breasts softer than anything he could have fantasized, a constant, pampering pressure has emptied many a lover. His groans fill our secluded alcove as I languidly stimulate his cock, my cleavage having claimed his virginity, it was superior to most pussies after all, so it might as well count.
Barely a minute has gone by before his hips start to flinch, his manhood palpitated between my tits, his breaths increasing rapidly, "Oh fuck, Karina!" He moans, "Don't stop!" Already pathetically eager to reach his climax and leave me with a chestful of thick semen. How cute. So I relax, my breasts denuding his cock of the pressure that stimulates it so, stifling his rising orgasm, even as he desperately starts to hump my chest. I ride it out, carefully maneuvering my cleavage to ensure the only thing leaving his swollen dick was a runnel of precum that pools against my skin, leaving him blubbering, "Oh not yet dear," I croon, "I am hardly satisfied with just this. I want all of it," as if I truly care about his worthless seed, journey before destination, after all, "I want your first load to be magnificent," I lie cheerfully, "I want you begging for release," which was far more truthful. Hearing cherry boys whimpering was just so... delicious. It excites that primal part of me, that motherly urge to dominate the lesser the sex. And boys think girls need a fat cock in them to feel satisfied!
So I continue, once I am sure the risk of premature ejaculation has fallen, having already learned his rhythms. Cocks are such simple brutes, so easy to conquer if one takes the time to learn their weaknesses. Now I add a little more pressure to the proceedings, squishing my chest a touch tighter to keep his dick's attention fully on me, penises do so love to sulk after being edged. But my efforts are enough revive his manhood's interest, already sensitive from having come so close to finishing, and soon he is gasping once more. My breasts squelch along his shaft, his fluids adding an endearing sloppiness to the proceedings, as do his desperate whines and muttered entreaties to his absent mother, "Don't worry dear, Mommy is right here," I purr hungrily, tightening my fleshy embrace in emphasis, "Just let Mommy take care of everything..." And a fresh surge of precum shows his enthusiastic agreement with that sentiment. How endearing.
He moans for me, moaning for his Mommy, moaning for release, his words slurring as his mind melts under the tender caress of my breasts. I encourage him, urging him to hold on for Mommy, all while pampering his cock with ever greater vigor, I want him to finish before his climax wanes from heavenly to simple relief. He begs, oh how he begs. His balls clenching painfully, his shaft spasming from the sheer size of the load getting exquisitely pushed through it, doing his best to hold back even as it cataclysmically approaches. How sublime. So I urge him to let go, "Let it all out for Mommy," I sigh lovingly while I bury his manhood in my chest, "There you go, good boy. Goooood booooy," he practically sobs with pleasure while his seed erupts into my cleavage, his entire body writhing with every spurt, clutching weakly at me for support as he doubles over from the force of his orgasm. Drool trickles down onto my head as he gurgles plaintively, his brain unable to comprehend anything but the fountain of stimulation coursing from his cock, and still he continues to unload.
By the time he finishes, it looks as if a glass of yogurt had been dumped over my tits, a truly impressive quantity of semen baptizing the site of his lost virginity. I leave him there, head lolling, giving him a faint kiss upon his forehead to show my appreciation of his efforts, sliding my breasts back into the tight confines of my dress. One does not wander around topless at such a cultured party after all, though I proudly display his load upon my pushed up chest. My sudden exit disturbs the roost of girls who had been spying upon us while I ravished their purported amour, the pair of them glaring furiously at me for claiming their crush. I noticed their outraged observations from the start, not that I minded of course, what was the point of an affair if others could not watch? I have a wicked thought to turn about then and there and claim his virginity with my pussy, to spite the little lovebirds, but I resist the thought. No doubt by tomorrow morning he will be balls deep in one of them, his mind filled with disappointment that her hole does not measure up to the pure bliss of my breasts. So instead I hush them each with a finger, smearing his cum across their lips as I breeze by. One of them looks thoughtful, the other disgusted.
Feeling rather pleased with myself, I rejoin the main event, preening as eyes linger upon my curvaceous form, and the bountiful offering spread across them. It is not long before a group of suitors petition me, their wives and paramours feigning jealousy behind them, and I gladly join them in a nearby alcove. Within a minute I am on my knees, after five I am being penetrated in every hole, before fifteen have passed, the ladies join in the fun.
What can i say? Despoiling virgins excites me greatly...
(Wonyoung x Girlcock Rei & Yujin, 2.5k Words) Tags: The Rock, The Yock, Making a Wony Sandwich, No holes barred, Well okay maybe some, Too many creampies, But not enough creampies for Wony, Wonyongism at its finest, An inspirational tale, No hydration required, Sex
Wonyoung. The perfect girl, the perfect idol. With perfect lips and perfect face and perfect body and perfect attitude and perfect wealth and perfect arousal. Arousal that must be slaked in the most perfect fashion with the most perfect lovers, who naturally must show their appreciation of such a goddess by climaxing indecently soon after arrival; to best show just how perfect Wonyoung is in the bedroom. Wonyoung's adoring and fanatical followers demanded no less from their embodiment of perfection, of Wonyoungism. But there are, of course, exceptions to this rule. Persons who are allowed to enjoy the fleshly delights of divinity to their fullest extent, who are praised for showing such vigor and stamina, who are loved and loathed in equal measure for bringing her such obvious pleasure. And one of those people's names was... Gary. Well, only sometimes, by her fans, otherwise she was widely beloved as Rei Naoi, She Of the Pouty Face, the other was simply An Yujin, who was pretty damn hot and knew it too. These two other members of IVE were always allowed to make a Wonyoung-sandwich, and Dive LOVES watching that shit.
Wonyoung sits prettily upon the edge of her bed, perhaps for a live, perhaps about to film a tiktok, perhaps about to film herself getting plowed into next week, but we shan't worry ourselves about the details. She certainly won't. Perched there with that expression of knowing innocence, knowing that nearly everyone will see through her demure facade and notice that Wonyoung was in fact, stark naked. And she was not alone, Rei and Yujin lounge on either side of her, similarly lacking in clothes, and surprisingly to some, currently wielding girlcocks of impressive proportions (Wonyoung's girl penis, when it appears, is referred to as "The Wock" and is widely idolized for is sublime proportions and ejaculatory power.). The Naock was strong and girthy, its head thicker than its root, matching its owner's bratty personality perfectly, as well as her curvaceous body. The Yock meanwhile was narrow and long, not perversely so, but its supporters had a tendency to fantasize about measuring it with their hands, and its master's laid-back yet sultry temperament suited it well. The Naock. The Yock. Both had their adherents, but only one girl was getting to enjoy them tonight.
Wonyoung smiles modestly as her delicate hands wrap around those meaty monsters, deftly stroking them to ensure that they are fully erect, as if her mere presence was not enough to stiffen any phallus to its fullest extent. Rei and Yujin share a glance. Rei's lips pout. Yujin's split into an easy grin. The usual then. Without warning Rei pulls Wonyoung atop her, her broad dick slapping rigidly against that goddess's perky cheeks, before its wide tip was placed against Wonyoung's celebrated entrance. The Naorod barges its way into Wonyoung's pampered pussy, stretching her hallowed hole with its brutish size until it is firmly within her, an impressive display of vaginal talent to accommodate such a dong with ease. But Wonyoung is not yet finished astonishing her virtual audience, as Yujin takes her place behind her, pressing her unlubricated spear against Wonyoung's rear, The Yock slithers into Wonyoung's permanently unfouled innards, miraculously fitting every inch of itself inside of Wony, when surely it was so long it must be coming out of her mouth!
That very mouth is now open, and emitting the sweetest moans imaginable, not in surrender to those inferior penises, since Wonyoung is superior to ALL penises, even those of IVE (It has been largely agreed that strap-ons do not count as penii, following Wonyoung's spectacular encounters with Miss Ryujin and Mommy Jihyo.), but rather a modest acknowledgement of being so graciously pleasured. Those angelic sounds barely grow in volume as Rei and Yujin worship Wonyoung's divine body with their engorged womanhoods, thrusting themselves into her with great enthusiasm. Both girls are groaning loudly in appreciation of this avatar of perfection, their swaying balls slapping against one another penitentially whenever their movements synchronize, their cocks grinding against each other inside of Wony. Rei's short, powerful thrusts contrasting pleasingly with Yujin's long, languid strokes, ensuring that Wonyoung's insides are suitably churned and rearranged.
But not for long, of course. Even armed with such splendid penises, Rei and Yujin are panting as they desperately try and keep their swollen sacks from emptying themselves; a futile task when the goddess Wonyoung is involved. The Yujock is first across the finish line, hosing Wony's guts with seed like a broken fire hydrant, every shuddering thrust accompanied by yet another jet of watery fluid. The Nock soon follows, erupting like a volcano filling every crevice of Wonyoung's pussy with her glutinous load, no doubt intent on impregnating her divine womb, but everyone knew girlcocks' sperm was infertile (This was in fact, an incorrect assumption created to diffuse worries about idols knocking one another up. Inner-group pregnancies are in fact a fast growing issue in 4th and 5th generation girl groups, with an estimated 21% of all idols onstage being with child at any one time.). When the pair pull out of Wonyoung, Yujin's emissions practically spew out of her open anus, while Rei's sperms turgidly drips out of the fertile confines of her now gaping pussy.
Anyone else would have then put those seraphic lips to good use and cleaned their members using them, but Rei and Yujin have more important things to do, namely, fucking the holes they actually want to. Not that they mind their previous confines of course, but Rei is a butt girl. She likes it in the butt. When she has the Rock she enjoys putting it in other people's butts. She would be more than happy to put it in your butt. And Yujin much prefers a nice throat or pussy to fill, she likes the more intimate feel of breeding her lovers while kissing them, or having them kiss her crotch with her balls against their chin. But Wonyoung's pampered pussy is a touch inflexible, and purportedly struggles to take every inch the Yock, while her tight rosebud of an asshole was not made for such rudely colossal objects as the Naorod. So her internal sexual anatomy much prefers the current arrangement. But Rei and Yujin failed anatomy class, so they're going to make it work anyways.
Wonyoung gets woman-handled onto her side, those long elegant legs now on full display, but her lovers have more stimulating things to hump, namely her pristinely sloppy holes. That serene expression barely flickers when Yujin enters her first, mostly on account of the fact that Wony's pussy was still graciously gaping for Yujin, though she cannot go in all the way, yet. Rei meanwhile is struggling, Wony's lovely little asshole not all too pleased to discover the size of the phallus knocking against it, but there was enough semen and enough anal juices and enough congealed pussy juices and most importantly, enough stubborn force, that the Naock batters its way in. Wonyoung lets out a languid sigh of joy as Rei's girthy member gouges its way into her guts, even as Yujin starts really trying to get all those spongy inches into her most precious place. But after enough graceful screaming and more than a little vigorous thrusting, both ladies can confidently say they are filling their precious Wonyoung to the hilt, who gratefully shows her appreciation by politely climaxing all over Yujin; which naturally means Yujin is now climaxing; which naturally means all that clenching and pulsating is driving Rei over the edge as well. Such harmonic beauty!
But now that they were nestled inside their (mostly) favorite orifices, neither idol seems much interested in doing something like, say, pulling out. Which is only just and right for the watching adherents of Wonyoungism, if they had penis, magical or otherwise, they too would be loath to stop worshipping their goddess, and so the two don't. The pair happily churn and roil their own loads together with the others using their girlcocks, pumping and humping and plowing until the bedroom echoes with the sound of soothing squelching. Wony is, of course, loving every second of this, how could she not be enjoying her two dear friends showering her with affection, sweat, and impressively large quantities of semen (internally at least)? And she expresses her satisfaction vocally, and with great confidence, so much so that Yujin is reminded of her true preference when it comes to Wonyoung Holes. The Yock emerges from the Wussy, followed by a flood of Yum and Yemen, spewing out down the Weeks and dribbling onto the plush carpet, before Yujin clambers onto the bed and makes use of Wony's sweet little mouth.
It is necessary then, to further describe our heroines: Rei, with her big pouty cheeks, big pouty lips, big pouty thighs that support her big pouty ass, big pouty breasts that wobble poutily with each pouty thrust of her big pouty Naock; Yujin, who is one hot sultry mama who everyone can visualize with ease; and of course, Wonyoung, who is perfect from the tip of her dainty toes to the top of her voluminous head, from the delicate nipples gracing her perky breasts to the soft curves of her rear, from the limber sleekness of her legs, to the taut harmony of her stomach... Except that last part is presently incorrect, as Wony's tummy is red and bulging, and is busy bulging ever larger with each creamy spurt of semenal fluid Rei unloads into her innards. Spotting this, and not wanting her dear Wonyo to worry her darling fans by suddenly vomiting several buckets worth of Reimen so soon into the live, Yujin responds in kind from her place at Wonyoung's other entrance to her digestive system. Soon the Yujin is fucking Wony's face with as much gusto as Rei is with Wony's butt (Rei having little desire to unmount Wony's butt, being a butt girl after all), her weighty balls slapping gently against Wonyoung's sculpted chin while they pulsate continuously, ensuring a steady stream of her own jizz is going down the proper direction.
It becomes a contest then, to see who will cause the other's girlcock to be violently expelled from that goddess of grace and fashion Wonyoung, erupting free in a tide of intermingled semen. Yujin, though having a late start, has the benefit of having her shlong an arms-length down Wony's throat, nicely sealing that end, while Rei's stubby dong is steadied by the fact that Wony's cute little asshole is stretched to the limit around it, meaning there is little chance of leakage. Wonyoung, obviously, avails herself by being ever so fantastically gorgeous, as well as having a surprisingly capacious stomach, blissfully content with the fact that she looks as if she is pregnant with triplets. As every Dive knows, Wonyoung birthed IVE herself, so she can easily fit quintuplets in that tummy of hers without any evidence of strain at all. She is obviously mewling with contentment as she lovingly runs her hands down Yujin's supple thighs, her eyes rolling smoothly as those tender lips press against Yujin's crotch. Wony's lower lips are giving similar smooches to Rei as she continues her single-minded anal assault upon Wony's indefatigable rectum (it is a well known fact that Wonyoung's anus is capable of absorbing the most heinous lovemaking with ease, as was previously seen during her eight hour sex session with Ryujin).
With Rei and Yujin climaxing with suitably swift speed (around three minutes per climax, which is allowably long for fellow members of IVE), the pair move Wonyoung into a more conventional position on her hands and knees, allowing them to spitroast her with great vigor and enthusiasm. Each holding onto either Wony's head or waist for support as they fight to keep their gocks inside of her increasingly pressurized insides, since remaining inside of her was much preferable to being outside of her sublime holes. Soon it looks as if Wonyoung's belly contains six, or even seven members of a new idol group (Rei pauses for a moment to waggle her hands up and down), wobbling and swaying gracefully between her sleek arms and thighs. Her elegant face acquires a faintly rosy hue as both of her fellow idols continue their fervent contest, even as they are both steadily being pushed back by the sheer physics of what is contained within her.
A sudden contraction, the fluttering of a muscle, the spasming of an organ, and with an abrupt popping noise, all those slippery inches are suddenly expelled from Wonyoung's throat. The Yujizz follows it out, now thoroughly mixed with Naum, spewing in an unending torrent from Wonyoung's divine lips, locked open in ecstasy as it disgorges the contents of her stomach. Rei cries out in triumph, until a heartbeat later, her girthy shlong is ejected with equal violence, sending her sprawling onto her butt, her cries now one of alarm before they are silenced by a faceful of turgid semen. Those pristine innards languidly extend out from inside of Wonyoung, hosing down the sputtering Rei with ceaseless bursts of shampoo-like cum as Wony's body heroically voids itself from both ends. Yujin is similarly being doused with the sticky fruits of her labor, having been sent staggering backwards, her lower half is now being plastered as Wonyoung endlessly vomits up the seemingly endless supply of seed jammed inside of her. Eventually, Wonyoung unsticks herself from her pose, that pose being the most efficient one to empty a septuplet's worth of semen from her insides, and collapses down into the overflowing puddle pooling beneath her body.
Wonyoung stirs. Wonyoung unburdens. Wonyoung rises. She floats ethereally upright, and strikes a pose as if she was on the Red Carpet, and not the Cummy Sheets, her gorgeous face as serene as always, with a hint of knowing teasing. Knowing that her adoring fans can obviously tell that their goddess was currently only wearing several layers of congealed girl-cum as if it was an expensive evening gown. She gathers her handmaidens, making them recline there at the edge of the bed with their gocks pressed together, the Naock pulsating rigidly against the wobbling length of the Yock as Wonyoung wraps a headband about both of them; lashing the womanhoods together. Wonyoung beatifically seating herself on Rei and Yujin, taking care to use her mostly unused pussy to accommodate such an ample encumbrance. Her expression barely even shifts, as her lovers moan and groan in adoration and thanks for such charity, making sure that the adherents of Wonyoungism see their thanks. Yujin looks as if someone dipped her lower half in wax, yet still retains her naughty smirk, while Rei appears to have had several buckets worth of semen dumped over her head, which she essentially had.
Wonyoung waves her hand in goodbye, contentedly ending yet another insightful and thought-provoking video for her followers to pore over. Yujin and Rei say their own goodbyes as well, mostly by starting to thrust upwards, a sure sign that Wonyoung's benevolence was yet still desired; and Wonyoung responds gracefully by pissing herself, baptizing them both with a sure sign of her favor. After all, who wouldn't want to be pissed on by Wonyoung?
(Male Reader x Dreamcatcher Sua, Words: 2.7k) Tags: Vampire Smut, Sua is a sexy vampire, You are a righteous Paladin, That pussy gets SMITED, Anal oral vaginal sex, Creampies, Holy Creampies, Impregnation, Character Death, Sex, Holy War, Breeding
The clamor and clang of an army preparing for battle fills the air, cries echo through the camp, messengers sprint through the crush, metal crunches against metal as armor is donned and weapons prepared. Tens of thousands of souls united under one holy purpose: to crush the forces of the Foul Barony. But you will not join them in that task, not yet. For before confronting the corruption waiting blatantly across the fallow plain, you must purge the corruption within, the War Council demands it, and by the Goddess, you will see it through. Your thick warplate clinks smoothly as you advance towards the black tent. So obvious. So bold. It fills you with disgust. Soldiers always have need of succor, of flesh, of faith, of foul assurances that their mortal coil will not end this day, and this... establishment, provides all of that. You struggle to restrain your sneer beneath your helmet, such weakness, such faithlessness, are for lesser men. The decorated folds of the tent part at your approach and its occupant seductively invites you inside, "Good paladin," the seer Sua purrs, "welcome to my humble abode. How may I be of service...?"
The harlot smirks at you while she lounges on her stained divan, her poisonous body shamelessly revealed by her scanty outfit, so unlike the chastely covered forms of the Goddess's priestesses. She licks her lips, "So what will it be, good sir? Do you require some services that those prim maidens of yours cannot provide?" Sua drawls, "Something a little more... exciting?" Distaste wells up within you, as if such petty temptations could lead you astray from the path of righteousness, the slattern assumes too much,
"No," you growl down at her, reaching up with mailed hands to remove your greathelm, so that you might stare this enticement in the eyes and reject it, "I have come to rid this camp of your foulness,"
Sua pouts, running a hand along her bared side, "Eh? Come now sir, just because the boys want some pussy that doesn't spout psalms at them doesn't make me evil," she smiles as her fingers dance along her inner thigh, "Cannot we come to some sort of... compromise?"
"No. We cannot," you rumble, "You tempt the men with your heresy. You speak of the future before it is written. You waste their seed upon your befouled sheets. This ends, today,"
Sua rolls her eyes at your dire imprecations, "So you will strike me down then? Impale me through the heart with that holy blade of yours?" She gestures towards the blessed blade at your hip. The faintest of smiles crosses your lips at her theatrics,
"No, whore. Evil cannot be slain with such crudity," your hands find the straps for your codpiece, "it must be cleansed," your codpiece drops to the carpeted floor, allowing your weighty manhood to drop out of its confines. Sua's eyes widen at the sight of so mighty an engine, her lips parting in apparent shock, before curling into a lewd grin,
"I would say I did not see this coming," she sighs, "but I did. So let us see how the rest of this will play out, hmm?" She pats the cushion of her divan, "Will you join me on her, or will you take me on the ground like an animal...?" Sua's eyebrows waggle in support of the choice she would prefer, but her opinion on the matter is meaningless,
"Bend over, slut," you growl, "Your conversion begins,"
"Oh, I do love this part," Sua breathes.
The venal temptress divests herself of what scant fabric covers her body, revealing a slim form graced with modest curves, nipples brown and perky, hips healthily rounded, her skin as pale as milk. You retain your armor, the soft press of flesh against flesh is reserved only for the devoted worthy, and this woman is far from that. Your member quickens at the sight of Sua, growing like a pine into its fullest extent, a mighty instrument of the Goddess which has turned many a wicked soul. Sua nibbles on her lip thoughtfully, before dutifully kneeling in front of her divan and draping her upper half atop it, "I thought your kind prefer a more... intimate position," she muses, "in keeping with your creed,"
"You lack true knowledge then," you scowl at the sight of her perky posterior, split by the dark brown and pink of her foul slit, "I shall educate you. Thoroughly."
"Oh I look forward to it," Sua purrs, swaying her hips from side to side, "do continue, good sir. Enlighten me..."
And so you do. Arranging yourself behind her as a General does his men, you lower the vast head of your manhood against the plush softness of her entrance, already slick with anticipation, and no doubt preparation. The vile prostitute's entire body stiffens as you press into her, sheathing your sword to the hilt in her warm innards, until your ponderous sack presses against the cool of her skin, eliciting a wordless groan from her. Your lips curl as her folds glutinously squish against your length, and you are able to feel the obscene corruption filling her belly, a foulness to be rooted out with faith and flesh. Your instrument of judgement now attuned the heresy with the harlot, you start to work then on purging it from her. Sua moans loudly as your member slides in and out of her belly, pressing and stretching her insides with slowly, steady thrusts that leave her gasping, "Is... every... service... like... this?" she breathes between each stab of your spear, "I should... go to... church... more often!" she gurgles as wetness drips down her toned thighs.
You grunt, focused upon your work, slamming your manhood into Sua with exacting precision, shaping her with your member as well as your faith, until the Goddess's will is done. With a rasping shudder, the whore climaxes on your lance, filling the dark tent with her moans, trembling as she clutches at her divan. You remain within the filthy confines of her hole until her shivers cease, before unmounting her, "On your back, slut. Your redemption is at hand," you rumble, your spear dripping with her foul fluids, her pale cheeks now showing a faint redness. Still wearing a sordid smirk, Sua lowers herself to the ground and spreads her legs,
"Ahhh, now this is more like it," she chuckles, "I do love getting pounded into the ground. Is doing it like horses your idea of foreplay?" You do not answer her, for the horses of this area are notorious for their depraved penile mutation, and you would not permit your efforts to be associated with such perversity, "Such a bore..." Sua grumbles teasingly, idly playing with herself, "Well?"
You take Sua on the unusually extravagant carpet, your armored bulk atop her without crushing her, while her limber legs wrap around your waist, her hips hiked up to ensure the depth of your penetration. She moans and writhes with overt enthusiasm, as if you were just yet another noble client come to waste his semen inside of her, enjoying playing the harlot. Even if that is what she truly is at heart. You plow furrows between her milky thighs, burying yourself deep in her, giving a steady pounding that excites her and pleasures you enough to bring you to the brink. As the supreme moment approaches, Sua's hands wrap around your neck, her fingers tracing patterns against your skin, your mighty testes pulsating as the prepare their holy emission. The slut smirks, "And now good sir, you are mine," she growls, as the first ropes of your load boil into her, and the runes traced upon your neck activate. Except they do not.
"No," you grunt, "I am not," and Sua is so shocked that her feeding fangs pop out,
"Eh? Eh!" she goggles at you, before glancing down her eyes narrowing in horrified fascination, "What did you- Why is it all- OH MOTHER OF DARKNESS," she howls as she climaxes, your seed flooding into her with ceaseless strength. Your blessed water soaks into her, and a cruel smile quirks your lips,
"Foolish vampire," your growl, "where do you think all of your blood has gone? Your lust blinded you. And now, the Goddess fills you,"
Sua watches with her fanged mouth agape as the pale skin of her stomach is filled with a ruddy glow, "My.. my womb?" she gasps in confusion, "But I cannot... Oh you damn paladin, you are impregnating me!" You rumble with amusement,
"The blood that powers you is still full of life, and the Goddess claims her due. And now," you slam yourself fully against her now-warm cervix, "FEEL HER HOLY LOVE!" you roar with hallowed fervor.
Sua shrieks like the damned as the final, thick spurts of your load spew directly into her revitalized womb, flooding it with your turgid seed as the vampire spasms beneath you, smiting the corruption within her with its potency. For your Goddess was one of Fertility, and her methods of dealing with undead hellspawn was different from that of more base and angry divinity. So you inseminate Sua's womb, once barren and cold, now filled with life and potential, a most pleasing outcome. And with this work complete, a devious spy has been silenced as well, truly the Goddess smiles upon you this day! You pull yourself upright, leaving the vampire laying in a pool of her own fluids, your own far too holy to leak out of her folds, gasping for breath that she does not truly need. You glare down at her in distaste, "The Temple will be expecting you," you growl, "slattern."
Sua laughs up at you, hauling herself upright, "Oh... I don't know about that," and in a flash a dagger is pressed against her toned stomach, "I think there is a solution to this little problem right here, I can always get my sisters to grow me a new womb. If I still want one," she snorts, "Your play, paladin," she winks.
Such foulness. Such deviancy. Such unrequited wickedness. Your task was yet undone it seems. Though you long to join the greater battle, the evil within must be dealt with first, lest it bring ruination even in victory. Your armor crashes to the ground as you shed it, thick plates of iron soon joined by coils of mail and lengths of hardened leather, until you are only armored in faith. Which is all you ever need. Sua licks her lips hungrily as she drinks in the sight of your scarred, muscled body, "No wonder those fertility priestesses hog you all to themselves," she purrs, tossing her dagger aside, and sashaying closer, "Break me in, good sir. I'm feeling a bit... religious today," Your meaty hands lift her lithe body into the air, and her arms and legs wrap around your neck and waist in anticipation. Your bulbous tip presses against her anus, so as to not disturb the miracle occurring within her womb,
"We begin," you boom, "with the First Law..."
The turning of the noble vampire lady Sua takes time, but it is the Goddess's work. You impale her upon your mighty lance, gouging at her long-unused innards until she howls and curses, your blessed seed pouring into her until her filthy hole bubbles and froths. You then silence the foulness dripping from her poisoned tongue, filling it instead with holy flesh that sanctifies her mouth and throat, her evilness going unspoken as she gags and drools upon it. You gift her the Goddess's Love in every manner possible, slamming her up and down upon as if she were a toy, pounding her into the carpet while she lays upon it, making her stand upon her hands while you make her belly bulge with every thrust, pushing her legs up next to her head and stuffing her insides until your seed erupts from her gibbering mouth. Until by the end of it, she lays twitching upon her sodden carpets, gurgling softly as she clutches at her swollen stomach, her body now as cold as ice from such overuse without sustenance. You snort as you pull your armor back on, "Pathetic," your rumble, "A Temple Priestess would not have stopped until the sun rose the next day. You have much to learn, whore."
You wrench open the entrance of the tent, stalking out into the gloom of the evening, but surely it had only been several hours? And then you notice the quiet. The deathly quiet. The deathless quiet. Fleshless heads creak as they turn to regard you, mouths agape with permanent amusement as they stalk through the ruins of your camp. Horror fills you, but you clamp down on it with sheer rage, you did not know the fate of the army, but by the Goddess, you would cleanse the camp of this filth until your soul was freed from its mortal shell. You draw your sword, raising it in salute, but before you can charge the gathering ranks of skeletons, an ethereal figure floats from amongst them. Her armor was as black as coil, and long silken train trails behind her, soaked through with blood, her face a pale mask of cold malice, "Hail, paladin," she calls, "Your cowardness was noted. Was this where you were hiding?"
"Heretic filth," you spit, and a slight smirk parts her lips as a long, black blade flickers into her hand, "Come and die,"
But then the tent parts behind you, and move cautiously to the side Sua saunters out, yawning and rubbing at her pronounced belly, "Hello Jiu," she waves, "I'm pregnant," she says in greeting, and the floating lady's mask dissolves into something infinitely softer,
"Eh?" Jiu gasps, just like her sister had, "Sua, this is not the time-"
"Oh hush! This paladin here revived my womb before knocking me up," Sua gestures towards you, lewdly rubbing her stomach for emphasis, "Can we keep him?"
"No!" both you and Jiu exclaim at the same moment, sharing a look of odd sympathy that you both had to deal with such a depraved creature like her sister,
"I will die with my faith and honor intact," you growl,
"He's a paladin, Sua. We kill them for a reason!" Jiu reasons, but Sua just huffs,
"Perhaps I enjoy getting impregnated?" she grumbles, "And you!" she whirls on you, "I am not raising your child alone! So you had best stay by my side!"
Jiu glances at you, and you both grimace, before she nods amicably, "I have a solution," she declares softly, and your view suddenly turns sideways as you hear a shriek of outrage from Sua. Ah. The Goddess's love...
It has been five years, and you stare woodenly at the squalling child seated in Sua's lap, as she uses her elegant dress to clean the milk off of her lips, because that is the only way you stare now. You had been Raised, your soul retethered to your corpse, your Goddess releasing you from her warm embrace for this duty, this service. A compromise, of sorts. She was a Goddess who abhorred absent fathers, after all. Sua smirks up at you from her seat on her chair, "Oh stop moldering in silence over there, "I think my milk is running dry once more," she sighs, taking voluminous gulps of blood from a hefty chalice near her. Sua passes your daughter off to a maid, who bows before shuffling from the room, as the vampire sheds her clothing and floats onto her bed, "Perhaps this time you will convert me fully, hmm?" she eyes the bulge in your pants, still throbbing with life, an unnatural hybrid of Life and Unlife, "Goddess, I do love you," Sua prays teasingly as you go to join her.
It was your duty to purge the wicked after all, and Lady Sua remains eternally wicked...
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Momo moans outrageously while she rides your cock, taking every girthy inch of it with palpable ease. Her experienced folds skillfully massaging your length while she drags it up and down your shaft. Momo smirks when you beg for her to slow down, and just keeps bouncing on it 😵
Oh my gosh, calm down babe, dinner will be ready in a minute! Jaime huffs affectionately, you're always so testy right before your meal... Wait, are you hard right now? Aww, thats so cute, does watching Jaime be all domestic for you turn you on that much? You big pervert... 😘
Karina is performing at a college tonight, which obviously means that a bunch of sweaty virgins get to mount her fat tits. Not that they last long there, hell, half of them get too excited and just explode all over her chest before even reaching her! Theres so much jizz on her...
Poki, Rae, and Tina sloppily make out while their adoring fans unload thick ropes of jizz all over their pretty faces. They giggle and fondle one another, with P0ki's fat tits being especially groped, their fingers dripping with spunk. Best afterparty they've been to this week! 🤤
Chaeryeong eyes you speculatively while she jerks you off, her delicate hand smoothly sliding up and down your shaft. She raises her eyebrow as you gasp, your cock spasming in her grip, until your load burst from your tip. Chaery blinks your cum out of her eyes, well then! 🤨
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