Hunter's Rise - Pupil Saga
Copyright© 2025 by Mezu
Chapter 67: Exam 05 - Prepare for the End
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 67: Exam 05 - Prepare for the End - 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
A few hours earlier, while Zara was still unconscious at the hideout, her friends were herded to Bo’s arena.
They were wearing cuffs on their wrists and necks that prevented them from using their augmentations.
The sight around them was a perverted mess.
Most of the female relatives of Aritimi’s friends were pleasuring each other on the rows of seats, switching between scissoring and sixty-nine. But the boys weren’t that lucky.
The only male Winchester, Wichita, was crouching with his hands intertwined on the back of his head. His cock was tied with a thin rope, purple and throbbing, drooling precum onto the polished obsidian floor. The rope’s other end was tied to a metal pole in front of him. Another thin rope was tied around his balls and attached to a ring on the floor, so he couldn’t stand up, but also couldn’t sit down. Both ropes were already biting into his flesh.
Tomato’s only boy, Carrot, was sitting on a wooden chair with his arms tied and his mouth gagged. His cock was fully erect, bouncing with every shuddering breath he took. A thin metal tube was inserted into his urethra, its end connected to a small pump that rhythmically inflated and deflated inside him. His face was twisted in agony and pleasure, tears streaming down his cheeks as his body involuntarily convulsed with each pulse of the pump.
Etheldreda’s grandson, Dorian, had his cock flattened beneath an iron weight suspended from the ceiling by taut chains. Each time he tried to shift his hips, just a fraction, the counterbalance shifted, sending fresh pain through his pelvis as the heavy plate crushed his erection into the cold stone in front of him. He tried to pull it out, but it was too heavy, and every movement only made it worse. His toes curled and uncurled against the floor, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the metal.
Zoe’s son, Mark, was wearing a platinum blonde wig and makeup on his face. There was a dildo in his ass, while his erect cock was locked with a pink ring around the base, preventing him from cumming. A thick black collar was wrapped around his neck.
His wrists were bound behind his back with silk rope, the fibers digging into his skin with every desperate squirm. The ropes ran down between his legs, pressing into his taint before looping back up to connect to the collar, forcing him to arch his back obscenely if he wanted to avoid strangulation. A thin metal chain connected his nipple clamps to the tight cock ring, each tug sending sparks of pain straight to his trapped erection.
Winter’s daughters and granddaughters were taking turns raping her grandson, Bram, with strap-ons. Each artificial penetration forced another broken moan from the femboy’s lips. His cock strained against a coiled metal spring wrapped tightly around it, each thrust from the women made the spring wind tighter, the pain and pressure building until tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. His fingernails scraped uselessly against the stone beneath him, his wrists pinned down by leather straps bolted into the floor.
“You’re going to regret not choosing our side.” David greeted the examinees.
“What do you want us to do with them, Daddy?” Bo asked.
“The boss said you guys can use them as training dummies. But don’t kill them. Not at first, at least,” David answered, and his eyes fell on Gaylor and her massive, Z-cups. “Hmm, I’m going to keep this one for myself.”
Then he grabbed Gaylor’s leash and pulled, making her stumble forward. The cuffs around her wrists and neck pulsed with crimson light as she struggled against them instinctively. David’s grin widened as he ran a thumb over her nipple, watching the way her breath hitched, not just from fear, but from the unwelcome heat coiling low in her belly.
And with that, Aritimi’s friends appeared among the crowd.
To the team’s shock, all of the brainwashed huntresses had some body modification, a little gift from David.
Akemi barely recognized Inez. She had a pink butterfly tramp stamp, “Fuck My Whore Ass” tattooed on one hip, and “Fuck My Whore Pussy” on the other. “Cum Dumpster” was written on her mons pubis with a heart beneath it. There was a heart tattoo above her breast with “I LOVE DICKS” in it. Also, five small, blue butterflies were tattooed on her face.
Her lips were filled to duck-face proportions, her nipples pierced with small golden rings, and her labia pierced with dangling silver charms shaped like tiny bells. Her greying hair was now dyed platinum blonde and styled in a high ponytail. She was also wearing a black choker with a tag that read “BITCH.”
Lana had the word “BLACKED” tattooed on her left breast. Her blonde hair was streaked with pink highlights to hide the greying parts, and her nipples were pierced with thick gold rings connected by a thin chain that jingled softly as she stepped forward. The chain swayed with each movement, brushing against her bare stomach. “Fuck Me Hard” was tattooed above her pubic mound.
Serena’s once neat, blue hair was now a tangled mess with dried cum on it. “Cum Slut” was tattooed in bold letters across her collarbone. “Property of David” was written on her left thigh, right above the knee. A black collar was wrapped around her neck, tight enough to leave marks but not enough to choke her. Her once bushy pussy was waxed completely bare, and “BREED ME” was tattooed above her clit in red letters.
Her nipples were pierced with huge metal rings attached to heavy weights that pulled her tits downward. They reached below her waist, swinging pendulously with each step.
Bo’s brown hair was now streaked with neon green. “BREEDING COW” was tattooed in bold, black letters across her mountainous breasts, one word on each tit.
Julia’s once pristine body was now adorned with crude tattoos: “MEAT HOLE” in jagged letters across her pelvis, and an arrow pointing downward to her swollen labia, where twin barbells jingled. Her clit had been pierced and stretched with a thick silver ring, large enough to hook a finger through.
The hyper-muscular giantess, Urszula, had “MEGA MILKER” tattooed in each of her oversized breasts. Iron nails of various sizes were beaten deep into her areolae, forming painful spiral patterns around her nipples. Her labia were stretched with thick metal rings, each connected by a chain that looped around her waist.
Zoe’s D-cups had been enhanced into F-cups with silicone implants. The tanned skin stretched taut. “MILF MOM” tattooed on her belly, right above her pierced navel.
She ran her fingers down Mark’s chest and smirked when he whimpered. “Boys shouldn’t cum without permission,” she purred, tapping the pink cock ring with a manicured nail. The vibration sent another wave of agony-pleasure through him.
Winter’s asscheeks were tattooed with “FUCK HOLE” in bold Gothic script, one word on each cheek. To contrast her emo vibe, a yellow smiley emoji tattoo covered her left areola, with the nipple as its nose.
The Amish woman, Hester, had more tattoos than the others combined. Her body was covered in various profanities like “DIRTY BITCH” and “COCK SLEEVE.” Her once plain dress was now shredded into obscene ribbons. “FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM” was tattooed across her lower back.
She licked her lips as she approached Wichita, her fingers trailing along the taut rope binding his cock. “Such a pretty shade of purple,” she murmured, giving the rope a sharp tug. The Winchester boy gasped, his thighs trembling as the pressure intensified.
The twin matriarchs of the Winchester family, Dallas and Dakota, crawled forward. Dallas was walking on all fours, while Dakota hugged her tightly from the front. But at a second glance, it was evident that they weren’t just embracing each other; they were forcefully conjoined. David fused them together with the help of three ring piercings. One was connecting their clits, forcing them to rub against each other’s pussy with each movement. The other two piercings were in their nipples.
Gretchen’s grey hair had been dyed bubblegum pink, her wrinkled lips injected into a grotesque pout. Her pendulous breasts swung freely beneath the words “OLD BUT HOLES STILL TIGHT” scrawled across her ribcage. She crouched beside Carrot, her arthritic fingers wrapping around the pump embedded in his cock.
“Let’s see how much more this little slut can take,” she cackled, twisting the dial up another notch. The machine whirred violently. Carrot’s cock began to visibly bulge in unnatural places as the internal balloon expanded beyond human limits, veins standing out like ropes beneath his skin.
Renée, the mime, had a dick tattooed on her face, the tip resting just above her upper lip. Also, to contrast the silly mime vibe, edgy red flames were tattooed around each of her areolae, turning them into fireballs.
Tomato, similarly to Serena, got heavy weights attached to her oversized, already saggy breasts. The ring that was driven through her massive nipples was so big that it could have been used as a bracelet. The weights pulled her breasts down, making them almost reach her shin. The tattoo on her forehead read “BOOB MONSTER.”
Piper, the aviator, had both her areolae tattooed with a pair of bird wings, her swollen nipples standing out like pink beaks. The word “COCKPIT” was tattooed above her pussy.
Naomi, the cop, had her baton sticking out from her asshole. “PIG” was tattooed on her forehead, and her nipples were pierced with police badge-shaped jewelry.
Odina’s pendulous breasts had a thick treebranch driven through both in the middle, like a grotesque skewer. Her nipples had small rings, each adorned with a small dreamcatcher.
The doll-sized, petite Etheldreda had “MINI MILF” tattooed across her belly, and a black spade symbol stretched over her left ass cheek. A thick layer of cum dried on her face, forming a sticky mask; both of her eyes were glued shut with it. She was riding on Demelza’s shoulder, apparently seeing through her eyes.
Coco, the clown woman, had her nipples pierced. Each nipple piercing was attached to a big red balloon, each floating above her head. Her saggy tits had been pulled up by the balloons, giving them a fake perkiness. The word “CLUSSY” was tattooed above her pussy.
Venus’ absurdly obese bulk loomed over. Her titanic tits swung heavily with each step, their underside slick with sweat, pressing against the bloated swell of her stomach. The words “HUMAN COW” were tattooed across her sagging belly. Her ridiculously big nipples were stretched wide with a small vibrating dildo in each teat-sized appendage, buzzing faintly as she approached. She was also wearing a collar on her neck with a taut leather strap creeping up from behind, hooked into her nostrils via twin hooks, giving her a pig-like appearance.
Freedom’s collection of scars had a bunch of new ones, including several deep bite marks on her breasts. But most notably, she had the words “PREMIUM QUALITY BREEDER” branded into her left ass cheek in a circular design.
Kaia crawled across the floor. Her legs were fused with interconnected metal rings from the ankles to the thighs, giving her a mermaid-like silhouette.
The Zhao quintuplets moved in eerie unison. Each sister had a word tattooed above their pussy that together spelled out “All You Can Eat Buffet.” With Chinese characters, the word “whore” was tattooed on them as a tramp stamp.
Xena’s breasts were tied at the base with barbed wire so tightly that they turned purple. The wire dug deep into her swollen flesh.
The once immaculate nun, Yaraviel, was nothing but sin now. The heavy silver crosses on her nipples were replaced with even bigger ones, but they were upside down. Their weight made her nipples stretch downward. Her pussy was sewn shut and stuffed with small, remote-controlled, egg-shaped vibrators, humming incessantly against the sealed lips from the inside.
Marvel’s oversized areolae were pierced with various golden rings, most of them adorned with small superhero figurines dangling on small chains. Her ass’s size had been doubled with silicone implants; now her lower body was as out of proportion as her upper half.
“Alright, bitches, show these losers what they get for rejecting us,” David said smugly as he pulled Gaylor away.
The older women attacked like a pack of hungry wolves, their laughter sharp as knives against the trembling air. Inez was first, her fingers hooked into Akemi’s hair, forcing her head back to expose the delicate column of her throat.
“You made a big mistake,” she purred, her duck lips brushing Akemi’s ear before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Akemi gasped, her body jerking against the restraints as Inez’s other hand slid between her legs, already slick fingers pressing ruthlessly against her clit.
Lana wasn’t this gentle. She jumped on Bambi, pushing her onto the ground.
“You’ve got some delicious-looking tits,” she purred, “let’s see how they taste.” Before Bambi could react, Lana’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of her breast, sharp and sudden. Bambi arched against her, a scream caught in her throat as pain bloomed hot and bright.
“Noooo! Lana, please stop!” Bambi bellowed as Lana dragged her away on all fours, only holding the bimbo by the breast with her teeth, like a beast bringing its prey home. Behind them, a trail of Lana’s drool mixed with Bambi’s blood dripped onto the stone.
Tomato dragged Minerva across the floor by the hair, her skin scraping against the polished obsidian as the older woman laughed, yanking Minerva upright just to slam her face-first into the nearest bench. The impact cracked something, nose, maybe teeth, but before the pain could fully register, Minerva noticed three black guys, David’s friends.
“Hey, Boob Monster,” Jamal called, “She is your son’s chick?”
Tomato nodded.
Now Jamal grabbed Minerva’s hair, dragging her toward the spot where Carrot was sitting.
“Watch while we claim your bitch,” Jamal sneered as he positioned Minerva in front of Carrot.
Carrot’s eyes widened, his muffled groans growing frantic as the pump inside him throbbed harder. Jamal forced Minerva to all fours, her face inches from Carrot’s tortured erection. The second man, DeShawn, gripped her hips, his thick cock already stiff as he pressed against her.
“Hope you like watching, pretty boy,” he chuckled, thrusting deep in one brutal move. Minerva’s scream tore through the air, her fingernails gouging furrows in the stone as DeShawn’s hips pistoned relentlessly.
Meanwhile, Tomato grabbed Carrot’s cock, starting to jerk him off. The pump inside his urethra inflated violently with each stroke, forcing his shaft to bulge unnaturally in her grip.
Then Jamal flicked the pump’s switch to maximum. Carrot’s cock bulged grotesquely, veins straining like overfilled hoses as the internal pressure finally reached the breaking point.
At the same time, Bo’s stretchy hands reached for the ceiling repeatedly, just to come down and slap Dayanara’s ass each time. The fleshy globes rippled violently under the impact, sending a shockwave through her body.
Rina and Robin approached Xan while Yaraviel fist fucked Xipil. Rina parted his little legs while Robin approached with pliers and a pair of scissors, her grin stretching unnaturally wide.
“We don’t need more boys here, so we’re going to nullify you,” she mused, her fingers tightening around the pliers. “Let’s start with this little nub.”
Then she caught the tip of Xan’s miniature manhood and began to pull. His tiny cock stretched like bubblegum, skin blanching under the strain, and then came the scissor blades, cold against his trembling flesh. The snick was barely audible over Xan’s strangled scream.
A few hours, plus a death and rebirth later.
“Okay, let’s do it,” Zara said with determination, standing up.
“Yay! We’re going to be heroes!” Fifi exclaimed.
“But ... we have to leave somehow.” Zara snapped back to reality.
She found the security camera.
“Hey! Somebody! Let me out!” She shouted. “I’m a human!”
“It’s not going to work,” Fifi said.
“They must do something. They just saw you giving birth to me.”
“We Flesh Fiends do a lot of crazy shit all the time.” Fifi shrugged. “Yesterday, I made a copy of you, sprouting from my arm, so that I could fuck it like a Fleshlight.”
“Alright, then we’ll have to escape with force,” Zara announced, focusing her powers. Her hair turned blonde, her breasts inflated into fleshy orbs, and a superhero costume grew out from her skin.
She leaped and slammed her fist into the door.
Nothing happened.
Well ... to the door. Zara’s hand folded from the impact and appeared to have extra joints.
“Fuck!” she cursed as her fragmented bones snapped back in place slowly.
“They probably enchanted the walls with something; otherwise, most monsters could escape from here.” Fifi pointed out.
Suddenly, they heard a loud creaking noise from the door. No, it was falling apart; it was being opened from the other side.
The massive door slid open in front of them. A familiar figure stood in the middle, Artemis.
“Oh, fuck,” Zara hissed, readying herself for another fight.
“Calm down, youngling,” Artemis raised a hand. “I am not brainwashed.”
“That’s what a brainwashed person would say to fool me,” Zara said, assuming her battle pose.
“I’m a Council member, so they didn’t try to possess me,” Artemis replied, tapping her temple, “The alarms would have gone off if something like that had happened.”
“But how do you know about this situation then? Did something already happen?”
“Aritimi managed to alert me,” she revealed.
“What?!”
“She and my other daughters went through a serious mental training. It can’t stop the process, but can slow it down.” She explained. “She opened a portal into my office and said that she was about to get possessed. But this only lasted for a few minutes before they took control over her.”
“Shit, that means they know she alerted the Council.”
“No. Thanks to the special techniques she learned, she can suppress memories so even if brainwashed, nobody would be able to access those memories affected by this technique for a few days.” Artemis added.
“That’s good. But ... why did you let her go?” Zara asked. “Now they have a super-powerful soldier with her.”
“It was her decision. So she could keep up the illusion that they have the upper hand, and everything’s alright.”
Then Zara told her what she knew so far.
“Huh! Not gonna lie, she got pretty realistic goals this time,” Artemis nodded.
“Okay, but what now?” Zara scratched her scalp.
“We already alerted every HSA branch across the globe. Every major facility in each country is under surveillance, so we can be ready for their attacks.” Artemis explained. “But that’s not everything. The other Council members are also on their way to the most important facilities that might be targeted.”
“Wow, that’s pretty serious then,” Zara said with a low whistle. She could count on one hand how many times something like that ever happened.
“But honestly, I doubt those places are targeted. They probably will go for a spectacular show of power, not direct damage to the HSA.” Artemis said, thinking aloud.
“Yeah. If they destroy a random HSA office building in a city in broad daylight, it will cause panic in the same way to the people, but with less effort.” Zara nodded.
“Exactly. Unfortunately, we have too many locations to guess which ones will get attacked.”
“I can help,” Zara said.
“I know, that’s why I want you in my special team to help find all the brainwashed HSA members and neutralise them before they can cause more harm.”
“By neutralising, you mean...?”
“Incapacitate them, but don’t be afraid to go for the kill if there’s no other option. I will kill my daughters if that’s needed to prevent a catastrophe.” Artemis announced.
“O-okay ... but I’ll try to avoid destroying their brains, so they can be sent to the farm and maybe...”
“The majority of those that we sent to the farm are not going to recover, but fine.” Artemis shrugged.
“What is this farm you are talking about?” Fifi asked.
“When an augmented person dies, but their brain remains in good condition, they will...” Zara started.
“We can have a lesson about augmentations later,” Artemis said, leaving the cell, “Now follow me, you two.”
“Wait, Fifi can leave too?” Zara arched a brow.
“Yes, she got promoted into the Crypt Commando...” Artemis said, typing something into her phone, “ ... now.”
“Super! Let’s go and beat some bad guys, Zara!” Fifi exclaimed, and her body began to change. Her skin rippled and stretched, then changed color. The skin on her upper torso turned into a black tank top with a brown leather jacket above it, while her lower body was covered in blue, ripped jeans leading down to a pair of boots.
“Hey, don’t rip my style,” Zara snickered. “Also, can you make clothes for me as well?”
Fifi gently tapped Zara’s forehead, and a similar set of clothes sprouted from the girl’s skin.
A few minutes later.
The trio was on their way across the long floors of the Crypt. Fifi was wearing a teleport collar on her neck now.
“You better not touch it. If you keep bothering the sensors too much, it will activate and teleport you back into your cell.” Artemis warned her.
“But it’s so itchy,” Fifi groaned.
“Let’s focus on the mission,” Zara offered.
“Exactly. We have to split. I’ll take my team to the possible hideouts of Luparegina.” Artemis explained. “You will take the Crypt Commando to rescue your friends.”
“Okay. Are you sure you don’t need our help?” Zara asked.
“Thanks, but you’d better focus on your friends’ safety,” Artemis answered, then she turned to Fifi, “Wait here. I want to introduce Zara to my team.”
“Okay,” Fifi replied, obeying like a good little Girl Scout.
A few meters later, they entered one of the staff rooms.
The room was filled with elderly ladies, all naked, and maybe even older than Artemis herself.
“Girls, she is my daughter’s pupil, Zara,” Artemis introduced her, like bringing a new classmate into a classroom.
The old women turned toward Zara in unison, their sagging flesh jiggling. The air smelled like lavender and stale sweat.
“Let me introduce them,” Artemis said, gesturing to the women.
“This is Cleo,” she nodded to a woman who had long, wavy white hair and a pair of grey wings sprouting from her back. “She is our flyer. Fastest in the sky, but arthritis acts up when she’s airborne for too long.”
Cleo flexed her wings with a wet crackle of tendons, grinning as she stretched her sagging breasts toward Zara. “Pleasure, dear.”
“I’m Agatha,” introduced herself a woman who had vivid, blue eyes with an abnormally bright shade. Her grey hair was in a retro beehive style. “They call me The Oracle.” She glanced down at her wrinkled body, then back at Zara. “Don’t worry, youngling. My visions are sharper than my tits.” She grinned, revealing unnaturally white teeth.
“This is Brunhilde, our muscle. She once crushed a werewolf’s skull with her thighs.” The towering woman flexed her tree-trunk legs, the sagging skin somehow still dense as iron. Her long hair (99% white with a few strawberry blonde strands here and there) was knotted into braids, slapping against the back of her thighs as she moved.
“I’m Hattie,” croaked a woman with ridiculously massive, sagging breasts that hung past her knees. The nipples brushed the floor even when she straightened her back. She lifted one with both hands like she was hefting a sack of flour. “Breast smother specialist. These bad boys have suffocated three vampires mid-bite.” She gave the wrinkled flesh a proud slap.
“Mildred,” stepped forward a bald woman. As she got closer, Zara noticed that she wasn’t just bald. She was completely hairless. A long scar stretched across her forehead, dipping beneath her left eye and ending at her chin. “I’m the team’s interrogator,” she grinned. “Did you know the human tongue has enough nerve endings to feel every ridge of your teeth?” Her own tongue unfurled unnaturally long, twisting like a snake around Zara’s wrist for a brief second before retreating.
“And this is Cordelia,” Artemis stopped in front of a woman who looked like an elderly bimbo. Her platinum blonde (obviously a dye job) hair was piled into a gravity-defying bouffant, her lips injected into a permanent pout.
She had oversized, Z-cup breasts; only Hattie’s tits were bigger than hers. The skin stretched so thin that Zara could see the blue veins spiderwebbing beneath. The nipples themselves seemed to be slightly misaligned due to multiple surgeries. Her ass matched her chest, equally enormous, equally plastic. Cordelia did a slow twirl, letting them see the full extent of her modifications.
“Specialist in seduction techniques,” she purred, wiggling fingers adorned with chipped pink nail polish. “Once I managed to steal a guy from a Succubus.”
Damn, that’s what Bambi would look like as a great-granny? Zara thought as she shook her hand.
“It’s an honor to meet all of you,” Zara said, trying not to stare at Hattie’s swinging mammaries as the woman adjusted them like luggage. Mildred’s tongue flicked out again, this time tracing the scar on her own chin thoughtfully.
“Alright, enough introductions.” Artemis said, “Let’s jump to the business. Zara, we need your help before the mission starts.”
“M-my help?” Zara blinked. “What kind of help do you need from somebody like me?”
“Your cock,” Cordelia said matter-of-factly, tapping a manicured nail against Zara’s abdomen. The suddenness of it made Zara’s augmented flesh ripple in surprise.
“We need some, khm, stimulation,” Artemis admitted. “I mean, for the girls, of course. A long time had passed since they had a big fight. Their augmentations are not as good as they used to be. So we need somebody to do sexual stimulation.”
Zara glanced at Mildred’s scarred face, then Cordelia’s inflated lips, then Hattie’s swinging udders. “You want me to ... fuck all of you?”
“Yes, baby,” Cleo chuckled, her wings rustling as she stretched. “Just enough to get the juices flowing. Think of it as pre-battle stretches.”
Zara hesitated, eyeing the ring of grinning elders. Before she could protest, three of them surrounded Zara and began to undress her, like impatient kids unwrapping a gift. Zara’s cock was at half-mast when Cordelia grabbed it with both hands, her wrinkled fingers tightening around the shaft with practiced ease.
“Mmm, nice and thick,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval.
Zara gasped as Cordelia’s lips, pillowy from decades of collagen, wrapped around her cock smoothly. The heat was immediate, the suction relentless. The older woman hollowed her cheeks expertly, bobbing with a rhythm that made Zara’s hips jerk forward instinctively. Behind her, Cleo’s wings brushed against her back while arthritic fingers kneaded her ass.
“Don’t hold back, dear,” Agatha murmured, her blue eyes gleaming as she pressed her sagging breasts against Zara’s side. “We need you nice and hard for everyone.”
Zara gasped audibly as Mildred’s freakishly long tongue slithered up her inner thigh, the tip flicking against her balls with alarming precision. Meanwhile, Brunhilde squeezed Zara’s ass cheeks with hands that could crush stone, her thick fingers kneading deep enough to make Zara’s flesh ripple unnaturally.
“Good girl,” Artemis murmured approvingly as Cordelia popped off Zara’s cock with a wet smack, leaving it glistening and fully erect. “Now, Hattie, show her why we call you the Boob Beast.”
Hattie’s sagging breasts swung forward like overfilled sacks as she crouched, her knees creaking ominously. Without preamble, she engulfed Zara’s shaft between her mega-sized mammaries, the wrinkled flesh tightening with a practiced roll of her shoulders. The heat was suffocating, the pressure relentless.
“F-fuck...!” Zara’s protest dissolved into a groan as Mildred’s tongue coiled around her balls, the scarred woman humming in satisfaction as she applied just enough pressure to make Zara’s thighs tremble.
Cordelia’s fingers dug into Zara’s hips, her acrylic nails leaving crescent marks as she guided Zara’s thrusts between Hattie’s rolling tits. “That’s it, sweetheart,” she cooed, “pump granny’s milkers like you mean it.”
Zara’s vision blurred as pleasure spiked. Hattie’s technique was merciless, her flesh molding around Zara’s cock like a living vise. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin and the elders’ approving murmurs. Brunhilde’s hands migrated to Zara’s shoulders, forcing her deeper into Hattie’s cleavage while Cleo’s wings fanned the humid air around them.
“I can’t even remember when was the last time I had such a big cock between the girls,” Hattie chuckled, her voice thick with satisfaction as Zara’s cock twitched between her monster-sized breasts.