Hunter's Rise - Pupil Saga
Copyright© 2025 by Mezu
Chapter 62: One Last Training With Everyone
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 62: One Last Training With Everyone - The story takes place in a world relatively similar to the real-life but with monsters. The main character is a monster hunter called Zara Cromwell. She and other monster hunters gain superpowers through experiments to be able to fight stronger monsters in the future. Warning: the series showcases various kinks and fetishes.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Paranormal Furry Magic Vampires Were animal Zombies Incest Mother Son FemaleDom Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Fisting Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Amputee BBW Big Breasts Body Modification Hairy Public Sex Size ENF
Tomato barely had any time to realize what was going on.
A few minutes ago, she was cuddling her son in bed. He always slept with her if Minerva wasn’t there.
Then the sounds of a war filled the air: screams, howls, cries, and she also heard a bunch of yeehaws.
She rushed out of the bedroom, her breasts swinging around her like two sacks of potatoes.
“What in tarnation goin’ on?” She ran into the yard, expecting monsters or other unknown attackers. Instead, she saw her old friends, Dallas and Dakota, accompanied by their numerous children and grandchildren.
The blonde army rode around Tomato’s ranch on their monster steeds, shooting her daughters and meat puppets with some darts.
As an answer to her question, dozens of the cowgirls turned to Tomato, aiming their gun-hands at her. She tried to jump away from the projectiles, but they aimed from almost every angle around her.
A few hours later.
“I am so fucking excited!” Zara exclaimed as she walked into the park with Akemi and Bambi. The rest of the pupils were already there.
“You are that eager to get fucked by monsters?” Akemi asked with a small smirk.
“No ... well, partially,” she chuckled, “I’m just happy that this is the course’s last day officially. The last day of us being pupils. The pupil saga of my career is over today.”
“We are yet to finish the exam first,” Akemi reminded her. “Let’s pass this obstacle before celebrating in advance.”
“Since Aritimi will be in charge of it, we can be sure that it’s going to be something kinky,” Zara shrugged, “Imagine something like the training but longer.”
The others were also excited, already planning their career paths in their chosen field of duty.
A few minutes later, a huge green portal ripped open near the group.
Everyone went silent as Aritimi walked through the portal (of course, naked) and greeted them.
“For one last time,” she smirked, “Good morning, pupils.”
“Good morning, Aritimi!” all of them replied in unison.
“Oh, that’s so touching,” Aritimi smiled back at them, looking at her pupils. “Follow me and join this last training session.” She gestured to the shining green gate.
One by one, they walked across the portal.
“You know, we can continue having fun here once your exam is over, Zara,” Aritimi offered, “So you can absorb more monster DNA, which would give you a wider array of abilities.”
Zara wanted to say no, but the second half of Aritimi’s speech made her think about it. After all, her Flesh Fiend libido has needs that have to be fulfilled, plus she wants to be stronger in the future. Two birds with one stone.
“Alright, everyone,” Aritimi clapped her hands for attention, “Once you finish with the undressing, put your clothes on the floor, here.”
They did as she asked. Keller even left her wheelchair there. Her limp body was held by her semi-transparent astral body in a bridal carry.
“I’ll put this somewhere safer,” Aritimi opened a portal that swallowed the piles of clothes and spat them out onto the catwalk high above them.
“Hey, Zara, where’s your dick?” she asked as she noticed that Zara was no longer a futanari.
“Oh, that’s my new trick,” she shrugged, then she switched into her Bug Queen form, in which she was a futa once again. Then she turned back into a human, but her cock and balls remained.
“You learned how to switch between futa and girl form?”
“Not exactly,” she shook her head, “But I can sometimes switch when I change forms. I found it out yesterday. Finally, I could roll in my bed without worrying about my morning wood.”
“Great,” Aritimi gave her a thumbs-up and continued. “Now let’s start the last training as my pupils. Maybe we will meet again for training in the future, but as my fellow hunters,” she snapped her fingers, and another portal opened.
A small deck of cards fell into her hand.
“Akemi, come here and pull one of these cards,” she waved the naked huntress closer. She extended her fingers, brushing against the deck before plucking a card at random and handing it to Aritimi.
“Ah, excellent!” She grinned.
“What’s going on?” Zara asked.
“I wanted this to be a special training. Today, you will choose the monsters from a few possibilities,” she pointed at the deck. “I made a deck for each one of you, based on your interests, so we can be thematic and personal at the same time.”
“The first monster we will try is going to be an ... Arachne” Aritimi read the card aloud.
The first portal snapped open, and a huge creature crawled through. It looked like a spider centaur with the upper body of a beautiful woman with chitinous skin, her lower half a bulbous spider abdomen, and eight segmented legs.
“Yay! They chose me!” the spider girl exclaimed.
“Pupils, she is Kumo. Your first partner,” Aritimi introduced her, and then turned to the towering creature, “Let’s start, Kumo. Do what I told you yesterday.”
“Oki doki,” Kumo nodded and then jumped onto the catwalk above them.
She began pushing webs out from her spinnerets, quickly weaving intricate, glistening strands between the metal beams. The silk stretched taut with an audible twang, forming a network suspended high above the group.
Then she descended toward Akemi, using her silk as a rope. Before she could react, the Arachne wrapped the silk around her so fast that she just blinked, and then she was frogtied while being suspended above the ground.
Bambi was the next, and then Curtis, and so on. One by one, they were all suspended in different poses.
“I see you are a shibari enthusiast,” Akemi remarked, twitching uncomfortably.
“Yes, I am,” Kumo nodded, and then a cock-like appendage slid out of her lower abdomen, dripping with thick, glistening fluid. “And I hope you’ll enjoy this part even more.” The spider woman leaned down, pressing her chitinous body against Akemi’s bare skin, her segmented legs twitching with anticipation.
She pressed her cock against Akemi’s sex, the sheer heat of it making the huntress gasp, then rammed forward in one smooth push. Akemi’s back arched violently against the silk bonds, her nails scraping uselessly against the web as Kumo’s chitinous cock sank into her repeatedly with wet, rhythmic slaps. The others watched, suspended midair, their own arousal obvious. Bambi squirmed in her bonds, Curtis gritted her teeth, and Keller’s astral form shuddered, her ghostly fingers drifting between her thighs unconsciously.
“Ugh ... dame!” Akemi grunted, switching to Japanese.
“Oh, kawaiine,” Kumo chuckled, bucking into her faster and faster. Akemi’s pussy juice dripped on the floor between each thrust.
Her moans grew louder, but her bonds also felt tighter. They sank painfully into her skin; she could feel every fibrous strand pulling taut as her wrists twisted against them.
Kumo pulling her back and forth across her length also made them cut deeper.
“Agh! Yamete kudasai!” Akemi gasped, the silk burning into her flesh as Kumo drove deeper, the spider-woman’s segmented abdomen flexing with each thrust. The others watched, suspended in their own sticky prisons.
Akemi felt the orgasm, just like her skin, was about to snap.
But as the orgasm crashed through her, Akemi’s augmentation was ablaze as well. A sudden wave of kinetic energy washed through the room, pushing Kumo away a little bit.
“Ha ha! It looks like I did my job well,” she chuckled and then approached Bambi with hr erection, “Let’s move on to the next one.”
In the next few minutes, she fucked all of them, except for Xan, the only boy. Instead, she sucked on his tiny wiener.
“Bambi, it’s your turn to pull a card,” Aritimi held the deck while Kumo removed the webs from the rest of the pupils.
“Oh, I’m so excited,” she beamed, reaching for the card in Aritimi’s hand. She studied it for a moment before flipping it over, her breath hitched as she read the inked letters. “A ... Mimic?” Her voice wobbled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
“Let me see,” Aritimi checked the card, “Oh, this one is a special type.”
She sent Kumo back with a portal and summoned the next monster.
A massive pile of sand spilled out of the rift and formed a huge sandcastle in front of the pupils. It was as big as a real house, with towers and battlements.
“Hello, everyone,” they heard a high-pitched voice coming from the castle, “I’m Sandy.”
“Bambi, you pulled her, so you can have the first turn with her,” Aritimi gestured toward the living sandcastle.
“Come here for a big hug,” Sandy urged.
“Oh, I always wanted to hug a sandcastle without ruining it,” Bambi giggled, skipping forward barefoot across the cold floor. The moment her arms wrapped around Sandy’s gritty surface, the structure shuddered, grains shifting like liquid, and swallowed her whole up to the shoulders. Bambi gasped as warm sand pressed between her thighs, her hips sinking into the castle’s yielding form.
Inside, the sensation was nothing like rough desert grains; it felt like sinking into heated oil, silken and thick, massaging every inch of her skin with pulsing waves.
Sandy’s voice vibrated around her, purring, “So soft ... You taste like coconut sunscreen.” The sand tightened around Bambi’s waist, molding perfectly to her curves, while something firm and smooth nudged against her clit, a polished gemstone, rolling in lazy circles.
The gemstone pressed harder and entered her. Bambi’s gasp was muffled by the sand now creeping up her lips. She could feel Sandy’s form changing, the grains swirling inside her pussy, each movement simultaneously rough and impossibly smooth, like being licked by a thousand tongues made of velvet-coated glass.
“Oh god oh god...” The words dissolved into a whimper as the sandcastle pumped harder into her. The castle’s interior pulsed hotter, tiny granules now tracing paths up her inner thighs, her stomach, even circling her nipples like curious fingers.
Her toes curled around liquid sand as an orgasm breached like a rogue wave. Slow at first, then swallowing her whole. Sandy shuddered around Bambi, turrets trembling as grains rained down in glittering cascades.
Then the living sandcastle spat Bambi out with a wet pop.
“Who’s next?” Sandy asked.
They all tried her, even Xan.
“Ouch!” he yelped as Sandy’s grains rolled under his foreskin like hot, whispering fingers. “I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.”
“Curtis, pull the next card,” Aritimi showed her a new set of cards while the last few pupils had fun with Sandy.
“Hm, I hope it won’t be something bad,” She murmured as she picked a card. She flipped it and read aloud, “A ... Shaftshifter?”
“Oh, you are in for a treat.” Aritimi winked.
The new guest looked like a normal futanari, a cute brunette with a nice cock.
“I’m Dih, nice to meet ya,” She introduced herself.
“Use the bed,” Aritimi pointed at one she brought through a portal.
“We won’t need it for long. I can make you cum quickly,” Dih giggled.
“I’m curious,” Curtis said, crawling onto the bed.
Dih grabbed Curtis’ legs, spreading them apart.
“Now let me show you why I am called a Shafshifter,” Dih smirked, and then her human cock began to melt into a dog penis.
“What the...?” Curtis had no time to react before Dih thrust forward with a wet squelch. The knot at the base of her canine shaft swelled instantly, locking them together as Curtis let out a sharp cry. Dih’s hips pistoned, her shaft thickening and thinning in waves as if her anatomy couldn’t decide on a shape.
“Did you know that ducks have corkscrew-shaped penises?” Dih grinned as her cock twisted mid-thrust into a fleshy spiral.
“Now you know,” she chuckled.
“Ah, fuck!” Curtis moaned as the cock inside her kept transforming between each thrust. From micropenis to gargantuan horse cock. From thin ribbon to thick tentacle. Never repetitive, always surprising. Her thoughts scrambled. The bedframe groaned beneath them as Dih’s thrusts intensified, her morphing shaft adapting to every twitch of Curtis’ inner muscles.
Then the sizes and shapes began switching faster. It felt like being fucked by a pile of molten flesh.
Her back arched off the bed, as she reached a climax in record time, muscles straining as Dih’s latest transformation, a barbed, segmented thing, dragged against her cervix.
“Huh! Not even five minutes,” Dih smirked, “I told you I can make you cum fast.”
Soon, the others also found this out. She managed to make a cock so big that even Welcome could feel it. Also, she was able to pleasure Xan by turning her cock into a tentacle that massaged the boy’s small cock and balls.
“Dayanara, come here and choose a card,” Aritimi pulled the redhead out of the crowd.
“Alright, let’s see,” she nodded, and her hair reached out like a tentacle, wrapping around one of the crads randomly.
“And it’s a ... Tentacle Titan,” Dayanara revealed.
Aritimi’s grin widened. “Oh, you’ll love this one.” She snapped her fingers, and the portal yawned open; a wet, sucking sound filled the air as something enormous slithered out.
Dayanara’s breath caught. Towering before her was a mass of undulating violet tendrils, each thicker than her thigh, glistening with thick iridescent slime. It was at least 20 meters tall and had a vaguely humanoid shape. At the center of the writhing nest was a single glowing eye, golden with a slit pupil, fixed on her with unnerving intensity.
“She is all yours,” Aritimi said, slapping Dayanara’s huge ass playfully, sending a ripple across the pale, soft flesh.
The Titan wasted no time and reached out with one hand made of writhing tentacles.
“Eeew!” Dayanara cringed as her bare body sank into the storm of tentacles.
Her legs were forced open wide, and without any foreplay, a tentacle thrusted up into Dayanara’s wet pussy. Another coiled around her torso, constricting tight enough to make her gasp, while a third slithered up her spine and wrapped around her throat. The Titan’s eye glowed brighter as more tendrils joined in, some teasing her nipples with feather-light touches while others spread her cheeks apart and probed at her tight backdoor.
A second and a third appendage slipped inside her pussy while another one tickled her clit, tauntingly slow, making her buck against the restraints. Dayanara’s hair lashed out instinctively, her own living tendrils writhing in protest, but the Titan merely chuckled, its tentacles tightening possessively.
Then, without warning, the tentacles inside her slipped deeper to the point that they had to curl up to fit inside. Her belly bulged because of the intrusion.
She let out a scream-moan hybrid as another tendril breached her ass, the stretch nearly unbearable, the slimy heat of it making her muscles spasm wildly.
A tentacle slipped inside her mouth, swirling around her tongue, like a very perverted French kiss. The other tentacles licked her thighs, buttocks, armpits, breasts, the soles of her feet, and her toes.
She couldn’t handle the overstimulation, every inch of her skin alive with wet, probing pressure. The Titan pulsed rhythmically inside and outside her, tendrils coiling and uncoiling in tandem, each movement sending fresh surges of pleasure-pain through her trembling body. Her stomach visibly rippled from the sheer bulk of the tentacles rearranging her insides.
Dayanara’s hair tendrils flapped violently as she passed the brink of climax, her entire body seizing up in the Titan’s grasp.
Then the Titan began to pleasure the rest of the pupils, multiple at the same time.
Xan whimpered as a smaller tentacle slipped under his foreskin while another one tried to enter his urethra.
“Esmeralda, your turn to choose,” Aritimi stopped in front of her with the cards.
“I hope it will be something good,” she sighed, “It would be awkward if I pulled something terrible for the girls.”
She used one of her tentacles to pick a card.
“This one is a ... Nightmare Nurse?” Esmeralda read the card twice before handing it to Aritimi.
“Ooh, perfect choice,” Aritimi purred, snapping her fingers. The portal burned into existence, and from it stepped a woman clad in a tight latex nurse’s uniform that squeaked with every movement. Her skin was porcelain-white, her lips unnaturally red, and her fingers ended in syringe-like nails that dripped translucent fluids, different colors from each.
“I’m Nurse Delirium,” she announced with a voice like honey laced with poison, her syringe-fingers twitching eagerly. “Let’s begin your ... examination.” She led Esmeralda to the bed.
She crawled onto the mattress, her tentacles coiling nervously as Nurse Delirium loomed over her, latex creaking with predatory grace. Before Esmeralda could speak, a syringe-finger plunged into the meat of her thigh, injecting something cold and electric. Her muscles locked instantly, rigid as marble, except for her pussy, which pulsed wide open, dripping onto the sheets.
She couldn’t move anymore, so the nurse needed no other restraint.
“Nice nipples,” Delirium licked her lips, “Let’s make them bigger.” Two syringe-fingers jabbed into Esmeralda’s nipples, one into each, pumping them full of whatever neon fluid made the nurse’s veins glow.
They began to swell within seconds, the areolas darkening as the flesh ballooned outward, hot and heavy. Esmeralda gasped as her nipples brushed against her own tentacles, now impossibly sensitive, each accidental touch sending jolts straight to her cunt. Nurse Delirium traced a syringe-nail down Esmeralda’s sternum, leaving a trail of icy numbness in its wake before stopping just above her pubic bone.
“Now, let’s check your ... hydration levels,” the nurse murmured, plunging three syringe-fingers into Esmeralda’s weeping slit. The fluids inside hissed as they mixed, colors swirling like oil in water (indigo, emerald, and molten gold) before the nurse twisted her wrist sharply.
Esmeralda’s back arched off the bed as her pussy spasmed around the intruding digits, the syringes sucking and pumping in a grotesque rhythm. Every pull drew out thick ropes of her arousal, only for Delirium to inject them back in, tinged now with whatever chemicals dripped from her nails.
“Interesting viscosity,” the nurse mused, tilting her head. Then, without warning, she dragged her thumb, blunt and merciful, over Esmeralda’s clit, coated in a pearlescent fluid. The effect was instantaneous. Esmeralda’s vision whited out as her body convulsed, nipples throbbing obscenely against her chest. The orgasm ripped through her like a serrated blade, the nurse’s fingers still inside her, pumping ruthlessly.
Reluctantly, the others also allowed Nurse Delirium to examine them.
“No! Not into my shroom!” Xan yelled as the nurse inserted her needle-thin fingers into his foreskin, injecting neon fluid into his sensitive tip.
“Freya, come here,” Aritimi called once the girl was able to walk again after the examination.
“Hm, this one looks sympathetic,” she said, pulling out a card. “And it’s a ... Zapper?”
“I hoped you’d pull this one,” Aritimi nodded. This time, instead of one monster, a whole swarm of small (barely an inch tall), shiny, humanoid creatures zipped out from the portal, flying around Freya like miniature lightnings.
“Oh, they are pretty cute,” Freya said, then two of them jumped on her nipples, biting down. “Ow!” she gasped. Their tiny hands gripped her areolas while their bodies crackled with static electricity. A third one clung to her clitoris, its little legs kicking wildly as it buzzed against the sensitive nub. Freya’s knees buckled instantly.
It was both painful and somewhat pleasurable. Freya could feel the electricity coursing through her nerves, locking her muscles in place as the tiny creatures worked in tandem. More of them descended upon her, their tiny hands grabbing, pinching, and shocking every sensitive patch of skin they could find. One particularly bold Zapper dove between her legs, pressing its buzzing body flush against her folds. Freya gasped, hips twitching involuntarily as the creature hummed against her sex.
She convulsed against the floor as if she had an epileptic seizure, her muscles spasming involuntarily with each tiny electric bite. The Zappers laughed in high-pitched chitters, their voices like static-filled radio transmissions. Meanwhile, one very ambitious creature crawled between Freya’s lips, its crackling limbs brushing against her tongue before discharging a full current down her throat. She gagged, drool pooling beneath her chin, her body rigid yet twitching like a marionette mid-performance.
Then more and more began targeting her pussy and clitoris, their tiny bodies filled with power. Freya’s entire body was feeling like it was melting under their relentless assault.
Her nipples were still sensitive from Nurse Delirium’s previous work, so when another one bit down, she screamed, not just from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure running through her system. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as the orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, her vision whiting out completely. She needed a little help from Delirium to wake up.
The other pupils gave them a try, although Xan didn’t want to try. The Zappers didn’t ask, though. He almost passed out when one of them grabbed his balls and squeezed, sending a current through them.
“Gaylor, bounce here, boobily, please,” Aritimi said with a grin.
“So creative,” she rolled her mismatching eyes as she pulled a card.
“It’s a ... Handler.”
“Not bad,” Aritimi summoned the next monster. It was a mass of human arms of various sizes.
“Ugh! That’s gross!” Gaylor hissed.
“Just lie on the bed and let it give you a massage,” Aritimi instructed.
Gaylor did as she was told. Her massive, Z-cup behemoths spilled to her sides as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed.
The Handler wasted no time. Dozens of hands descended upon her, peeling her thighs. Fingers (long, short, calloused, soft) pressed into her flesh in a synchronized assault. Some kneaded her breasts with slow, rhythmic motions, while others traced teasing circles around her clitoris. The sensations were dizzying, too many points of contact to process at once. Gaylor’s breath hitched as a thick finger pressed into her pussy without warning, followed swiftly by two more. They curled inside her, pressing against sensitive spots.
Her mismatched eyes rolled back as another set of hands groped her breasts, tugging at her nipples with just the right amount of bite: enough to sting, enough to make her hips buck. One hand slid beneath her, fingers slick with her own arousal, pressing insistently against her asshole. She yelped when it breached her, the stretch sudden and unforgiving. Every inch of her was claimed, manipulated, and wrung out like a rag.
“Oh, yes!” Gaylor moaned as the Handler’s fingers worked her over mercilessly. She climaxed quickly, but the fingers didn’t stop. They continued massaging, kneading, tugging, pinching, tickling, and fingering her for minutes, bringing her to three more orgasms.
The others enjoyed this as well, but the Handler wasn’t as enthusiastic as it been with Gaylor.
Xan also found it pretty good, until a young girl’s hand grabbed his balls and began massaging them as if it was trying to smash his nuts. Rolling the two walnuts in circles.
“Hristina, pick a card,” Aritimi approached the albino.
“It’s a ... Water Elemental,” Hristina murmured, turning the card with pale fingers.
The new monster looked like a naked woman made entirely of water.
“Hi, I’m Moist,” the elemental introduced herself politely.
Hristina didn’t expect anything extreme from her, so she crawled onto the bed without any issues.
“Let’s see how moist you are,” Moist winked and rubbed her fingers against Hristina’s wet cunt.
“Mmmm, not bad,” Hristia moaned. But as she finished, Moist’s water finger slipped inside her urethra.
“Pull it out!” Hristina shrieked, clawing at the hand, but it was too slippery for her. She wanted to use her ice powers on it, but she knew that it would make things more painful for her as the soft finger would get hard inside her opening.
“Oh, you are so warm,” Moist purred as more and more water began to flood Hristina’s urethra. The albino gasped, her thighs trembling as the liquid pressure expanded inside her bladder, filling her to the brink. The sensation was strangely euphoric, like drowning from the inside out. Moist leaned closer, pressing her fluid lips to Hristina’s, water sloshing between their mouths as she forced another surge down her throat.
And then she forced her whole liquid body down Hristina’s throat. It went through her stomach and then her bladder, filling both organs to capacity.
Finally, the pressure eased as some of the water began to leave through Hristina’s urethra as she peed herself on the bed.
“Don’t be shy, let it all out,” Moist chuckled as Hristina’s bladder emptied in shuddering spurts across the sheets. The elemental withdrew from her body in a glistening rush, reforming beside the bed.
Then she did it again, forcing her whole mass down Hristina’s mouth. Her belly bulged again, and then she peed out the elemental girl. But she felt different this time. It felt good as the pressure eased, very good. She could feel an orgasm approaching as the second half of Moist’s body was about to leave her body.
Hristina’s orgasm hit just as Moist’s final droplets slipped free, her body arching off the soaked sheets.
“I can make my body perfectly clean, so don’t worry, I can do this to all of you without any health risks,” Moist said, turning to the pupils.
Xan almost threw up as Moist rushed out of Xipil’s pussy into his mouth, even though he felt no taste.
“Irish, choose one,” Aritimi showed her the cards.
She barely finished the sentence, Irish already pulled one out and read it three times before reading it aloud, “It’s a ... Speedfuck.”
“A classic,” Aritimi grinned, snapping her fingers.
The portal spat out a blur, too fast to track until it stopped abruptly beside the bed. A wiry figure with cobalt skin and neon-yellow racing stripes down her thighs.
“Name’s Quickie,” She grinned.
“Hi, I’m Irish,” she introduced herself.
“I see, little Leprechaun,” she chuckled. Irish just gave her an angry look, but before she could say anything, Quickie picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
“Hold on tight,” Quickie winked, then vanished in a blur.
Irish barely had time to blink before the bedframe almost shattered beneath her, not from impact, but from sheer velocity. Quickie’s hands were everywhere at once, fingers drumming against her clit like a hummingbird’s wings, tongue tracing spirals around her nipples fast enough to burn. The friction ignited patches of heat across Irish’s skin, each touch lingering just long enough to register before vanishing again. Her tiny thighs trembled, already slick, as Quickie’s mouth latched onto her clit with a suction that felt like getting hooked to a vacuum pump.
Then the real fucking started. Quickie’s cock plunged into Irish in a staccato rhythm, each thrust landing before the last could fully register. The bed didn’t squeak; it screamed, wood splintering as Irish’s body bounced like a ragdoll caught in a hurricane. Her vision blurred from the sheer speed, the world dissolving into streaks of color and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh at impossible intervals. Every nerve lit up simultaneously, overloaded, her orgasm ripped from her before she could even tense.
“Wanna do it again, like a hundred times?” Quickie asked, but she was already pounding inside her before the first word could leave Irish’s lips.
Even the other pupils could join without slowing her down.
Xan yelped as Quickie’s tongue swirled around his cock at near light speed, the friction so intense he swore he smelled smoke. Half a second later, her fingers were inside him, stretching his hole in micro-thrusts that registered only as a continuous, searing pressure. His legs kicked uselessly against the mattress.
“Jacintha, pick the next monster,” Aritimi offered her the new cards as she limped away from the bed.
“Got it,” she grabbed one without thinking, “It’s a ... Gangbang Ghoul.”
The portal tore open like rotten flesh, and out stumbled a lanky figure, gray skin stretched tight over jutting bones, hollow cheeks, and a grin that split her face ear to ear. Her ribs protruded, her hips jutted like knives, and between her skinny thighs swung a grotesquely engorged cock, swollen veins pulsing black beneath translucent skin.