Chapter 474: Chapter 474 - Taking Good Care of Sandwiched Ladies
Yuna’s eyes filled with fresh tears.
The humiliation of the instruction broke something behind her fallen seraph composure — the tarnished gold of her bloodline flickering as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing to a painful depth, the left testicle stretching her jaw as she suckled.
Kira squeezed her eyes shut.
The dojo girl’s disciplined mouth clamped down on the right ball, her tongue working in rapid, precise circles, her technique abandoned for raw desperation. Her nose pressed against the inside of his thigh, tears rolling silently from her closed eyes and dripping onto his skin.
"That’s better," he murmured.
Pah! Pah!
His hips resumed their rhythm, punching his cock deeper into Marga’s divinely protected throat. The table shook with each thrust, the legs scraping stone. Marga’s whole inverted body jiggled — her heavy tits slapping her own chin, her thick thighs flopping outward, her chubby belly rippling toward her chest with every brutal impact.
"GKKH~!! HRRNGH~!!"
His fingers were still hooked inside Clara’s soaked cunt.
He curled them again, slower this time, deliberate — dragging the rough inner wall with his knuckle while she convulsed against his side. Clara’s body hadn’t finished the first orgasm before the second one began building, her Aqua Sovereign cunt flooding over his hand in another fragrant gush.
"L-Lord—!! Haah—!! Again—!! I’m—!!"
He pulled his fingers out.
The slick, soaked digits glistened with Clara’s cum in the red light. He turned his wrist. He drove those same two fingers — soaked in her cunt — into Frau Müller’s open, singing mouth.
Frau Müller’s melodic scream cut off with a wet, muffled impact.
"MMMPHHH~!!"
Her eyes went wide above his hand, the pale blue irises blown completely black with shock. She could taste Clara’s arousal coating his fingers, mixed with sweat and the copper-honey of her own bitten breast. His fangs were still sunk deep in her tit, still drinking, the blood welling up around the punctures in slow, rhythmic surges.
Her body didn’t know whether to close around his fingers or arch away from his teeth.
It chose both.
Her wide hips bucked violently backward and forward simultaneously, her thick thighs trembling so hard the fat of them rippled like struck water. Her cunt gushed again — a second cascade down her inner thighs, pooling on the warm flagstone in a spreading, fragrant puddle.
"MMMPPHH~!! HNGHH~!! MMHH~!!"
He sucked harder.
The blood flooded his mouth, sweet and resonant with her Siren power, each mouthful sending melodic vibrations through his own bloodstream. His cock swelled harder inside Marga’s throat, the incubus veins pulsing deep violet, visible from across the courtyard.
Marga made a sound that had no human equivalent.
"NNGPHHH~!!"
Her whole body jiggled as he thrust again, her tits smacking her own chin with a loud, wet slap, her hair trailing across the stone table. The divine healing cocoon around her throat pulsed gold each time his crown punched through her gag reflex, Meera’s energy keeping her alive while he destroyed her.
Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"GKKH~!! HRRNGH~!! NNGMPPHH~!!"
He pulled his fingers from Frau Müller’s mouth.
Her lips chased after them, slick and gasping. He gripped her hair instead.
He yanked his cock from Marga’s throat.
The exit was catastrophic — a wet, obscene slurp followed by a rope of mixed fluid that connected his crown to Marga’s swollen lips before snapping. Marga immediately rolled sideways and retched, coughing in huge, ragged spasms, her thick body shaking on the table.
Frau Müller had no time to register what was happening.
He grabbed her by the waist with both hands — his mouth releasing her bitten tit with a wet, sucking pop, a bead of blood dripping down her breast — and he lifted her.
Her thick body swung in the air.
Her heavy tits and wide ass created their own trajectory as he pivoted, her flesh jiggling in every direction at once.
He threw her.
Frau Müller’s body came down directly over Marga on the table — the thick mature woman landing belly-first across the secretary’s body, their heavy tits and soft bellies colliding with a meaty, wet slap.
Marga’s eyes flew open.
"UGH—!! WH—!!"
Frau Müller’s thick thighs had parted on impact, landing on either side of Marga’s face. Her bitten breast pressed against Marga’s cheek, leaking blood and the last drops of milk in a warm, wet smear. Frau Müller’s cunt — soaked, swollen, still pulsing from the vampire bite orgasm — sat directly above Marga’s upturned face.
The height difference did its work.
Frau Müller scrambled instinctively, trying to push herself up on her arms, her chin dropping directly between Marga’s spread thighs. The contact was immediate — her chin pressed against Marga’s cunt lips, and Marga twitched violently, a broken sound escaping her ruined throat.
"Nghh—!!"
Raven positioned himself.
He stood at the edge of the table. His cock aligned with Frau Müller’s lifted, exposed cunt from behind, the fat crown pressing against her swollen lips while his balls hung heavy and low — directly level with Marga’s upturned face below.
He slammed forward.
His cock plunged into Frau Müller’s cunt with a single brutal stroke.
PAAAH!
"HIIEEENNGHH~!!"
Her whole thick body lurched forward with the impact, her heavy tits slapping against Marga’s inner thighs, her chin driving harder against Marga’s cunt. The action and reaction were immediate — Frau Müller’s body rocking forward made her grind against Marga’s face, made Marga’s body jolt beneath her.
His balls swung forward with the thrust.
The heavy, sweat-damp sac connected squarely with Marga’s nose.
Marga’s mouth fell open in a reflex scream.
His balls dropped in.
Both of them. Her stretched lips closed around the sac out of pure biological response, her tongue flat and helpless as the weight settled on it.
Marga’s eyes rolled back until the whites showed completely.
"MMPHHNN~!!"
He pulled back. Thrust again.
Pah!
"AAHNGHH~!!"
Frau Müller’s thick ass rippled where his hips struck it, the wide globes bouncing outward in waves. Her body rocked forward, chin grinding Marga’s cunt again, her heavy tits dragging up Marga’s inner thighs with each impact.
Marga’s muffled screams vibrated directly against his balls.
The sensation fed up his shaft, through his cock, into the base of his spine.
"Fuck—" he growled.
He drew his hand back.
He brought his palm down on Frau Müller’s wide, pale ass with a crack that echoed across the entire courtyard.
PHACKK!!!
"KKIAAANGHHH~~~!!!"
The Siren’s voice shattered across every frequency simultaneously. The cry was melodic and raw and utterly without restraint, a trained concert soprano being beaten into a pornographic instrument. Every woman in the courtyard flinched, their cunts clenching in involuntary response to the sound.
Frau Müller’s whole thick body convulsed.
Her cunt clamped down on his cock like a vice, the Siren bloodline translating her orgasm into raw acoustic power. The handprint bloomed red on her white, dimpled ass, surrounded by the jiggling waves of her thick flesh still rippling from the impact.
He grabbed that same ass with both hands.
He began to truly pound her, his hips blurring.
Pah Pah PAH! PAAAH!
"KKIAAANGHHH~!! AANNGHHH~!! HIEEENNGHH~!!"
Each thrust rocked Frau Müller’s body forward into Marga. Marga’s face was consumed by the rhythm — her chin grinding, his balls swinging, her mouth full of his sac, her cunt twitching against the melodic woman’s involuntary face-humping.
"Now this is something good..."
