Chapter 537: Chapter 537- Gang Ready to Have a Bang Night
He started the barrage.
Not thrusts. A barrage. The continuous, unbroken, machine-gun rhythm of his hips driving forward and pulling back with no pause between them. The full twelve inches cleared and buried and cleared and buried in a cycle that had no mercy.
SKHLRK SKHLRK SKHLRK—
"AAAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! KKKHAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"
Jacob watched.
He was face-down in the dirt. Held by four women. His eyes streamed. His mouth hung open. His mind was doing something that was not thinking.
He was a regressor.
He had come from the future. He had lived six years forward from now. He had seen his grandmother die. Burn in dragon fire. Give him the badge. Send him to the capital.
He had returned to change it.
He had trained. He had fought. He had prepared. And now he was watching her get fucked in the ass by a demon while four women held him down in the grass.
"What," he whispered.
Then louder. "What have I changed?"
The question came out broken. Not to anyone. To himself. To the timeline. To the future he thought he had rewritten.
His grandmother — the dragon slayer — was face-down in the grass. Twelve inches of crimson cock were in her anal. Her tits were in the dirt. Her voice produced sounds that were not human.
His hands clenched in the dirt.
His teeth ground together.
"I will kill you," he roared.
The sound came out with the full rage of a man who had watched his grandmother die once and was now watching her be destroyed. He thrashed. He bucked against the hands holding him. He pulled his wrists against Celia’s grip and his legs against Gia’s grip.
He tried to rise with the full force of a knight who had decided to die fighting.
He did not move.
The women held him. Then — slowly, deliberately — they began to tear their dresses.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air. Marla’s hands found the hem of her makeshift dress and pulled. The cloth tore open down the side. Her body emerged — the chubby, fatty, full-figured nakedness of her revealed in the moonlight. Her tits were heavy. Her thighs were thick. Her pussy was dark and wet.
Fatima followed.
Her dress came off in pieces. Her tighter body emerged — the lean, muscled form of a woman who had fought beside his grandmother. She was bare now. Her nipples were stiff in the night air.
Nara tore her dress.
Gia ripped hers free.
Celia shredded the last of her clothing.
The five women around Jacob became naked in the grass. They moved with the unhurried, completely unsettling confidence of a conspiracy.
Jacob’s eyes widened.
"What—" His voice cracked. "What are you doing—"
Gia leaned down.
Her hands found the collar of her own torn dress. She pulled it free. Then she pressed it over his face. The fabric covered his eyes. She tied it behind his head.
The world went dark. Moonlight and waterfall and his grandmother’s screaming body all vanished into the black of cloth against his face.
He yelled.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING— LET ME GO— I CANNOT SEE— WHAT ARE YOU—"
Something pressed against his mouth.
Soft. Fabric. The wadded remains of bedding that Marla had grabbed from the hut. Her hand pressed it between his teeth. The gag filled his mouth. It muffled his roar into a wet, strangled, completely contained "MMMPH— MMNGH—"
His face was covered.
Only his nose remained free. The thin passage of air kept him conscious and aware. He could not speak.
Another strip of dress was found.
Nara’s hands tied his wrists. The fabric wrapped around them. It pulled them together behind his back. His arms were bound with the same cloth that had covered her body an hour ago.
Another strip came.
Celia’s dress wrapped around his legs. His calves were pulled together. The fabric wrapped tight. His ankles were bound.
He was a fist.
The full, tied, completely immobilized shape of a man wrapped in women’s dresses. Face covered. Mouth stuffed. Legs bound. He lay in the grass like a package prepared for delivery.
He tried to scream.
"MMMPH— MMNGH— MMM—"
The sound came out against the mattress gag and went nowhere.
He felt hands on him.
Many hands. Pulling him up. Rolling him. Positioning him. Then lifting him. The five women, naked in the moonlight, lifted the bound young man. They held him upright. His body was supported by their hands because his legs could not balance on their own.
He was standing.
Blind. Gagged. Wrapped in their torn clothing. His face was hot and wet behind the cloth. His heart hammered against his ribs.
And he could hear everything.
His grandmother’s screams.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KKKHAAAAANNGHH~!!"
The wet sounds of her being fucked. The water splashing. The women’s breathing around him.
He trembled.
Edda saw them.
Through her tears, through blurred vision, through her face plastered against the grass — she turned her head slightly. She saw the five women standing behind her grandson. They were naked. They were holding him up. They were moving toward the pool.
"What—" Her voice came out cracked. Destroyed. The anal pounding made every word a struggle. "What are you— doing—"
Saliva leaked from her mouth.
The side of her face pressed into the dirt. Her tongue hung out. Her lips could not close properly from the continuous screaming. Drool pooled on the grass beneath her cheek.
The women entered the pool.
The water at the edge was shallow. Warm from the evening. The shockwave’s aftermath was still settling. They moved toward Raven. Toward the demon who was still fucking their teacher into the grass with relentless rhythm.
They hugged him.
In the moonlight.
Five naked women pressed their bodies against his from every side. One behind him — Fatima. Her arms wrapped around his chest. Her chubby, fatty tits pressed against his back. Her hips ground against his ass.
One in front — Nara. She stood between him and Edda, but turned to him. Her arms went around his neck. Her mouth found his. Her tongue pressed into the kiss.
Two on either side — Gia and Celia. Their hands were on his shoulders. His arms. His sides. Their mouths were at his neck. His jaw. They kissed and sucked and pressed against him.
And one — Marla — leaned down into the water between his legs.
The water at the pool’s edge was at her waist. She crouched lower. Her face went under the surface. Her mouth found his balls beneath the waterline. She did not care about breathing. She only cared about sucking.
Her mouth closed around his testicles.
The full, wet, underwater suction gripped him. Her tongue pressed against the heavy, seed-filled orbs. The pressure of the water added to the sensation of her sucking.
Raven’s hips did not stop.
SKHLRK SKHLRK SKHLRK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!!"
Fatima behind him was humping her hips against his ass.
Not to penetrate. To assist. To add pressure. To drive him forward with each thrust into the old woman beneath him. She timed her hips with his. Each time he drove forward, she pressed forward. She added her weight to the impact. She made the slam harder. Deeper. More catastrophic.
Gia and Celia kissed him.
Their mouths were at his jaw. His throat. Their hands moved down to his chest. To his abs. To wherever they could reach.
He released Edda’s wrists.
His hands came free from the grip on her arms. They rose — not to push himself up, but to find the tits of the women beside him. His right hand found Nara’s breast. His left found Gia’s. Both of them — the full, soft, heavy flesh filled his palms. His fingers closed around the nipples and pinched.
The women moaned.
"Mmhh~!!"
"Ngh~!!"
