Chapter 4

Moon was pacing around. The entire planet would be rumbling with her motion, earthquakes assaulting whole nations on the other side of the world and entire continents beginning to split apart with her every step, but that palace, which had been crafted for the mighty goddesses of old, was one of the several All-Out structures built by the Maidens for the express purpose of containing such overwhelming power, so her walking caused no more than the deep thuds of a heavy object in motion and an endless stir in the loins of her many servants.

“Lady Suzana is on her way.” A battle princess passed on her side, balancing a tower of plates seven feet high on her arms. “I know it. I feel it in my heart that she’s already here, in the southern complex, and that she’s making her way as we speak, and that her tidings are super good!”

Moon stopped and smiled. “Thank you, sister.” She waved her away. “You may carry on. Oh, don’t mind me.” As she resumed her pacing, slower and more patient now, she saw the plethora of mighty beauties crossing that anteroom to her bedrooms, a flurry of the biggest, hardest women on the planet hurrying and pacing about like little, overworked ants, piled off plates and platters swinging on their arms, and enough fine cutlery to, if melted down, be reforged into enough tanks and ammunition to field a superpower. “I’m always a little anxious like this when a sister is in danger. Hmm.” She thought with herself and preferred to leave those worries like this: deep within her breast. “As I said, don’t mind me.” Another wave. “Be on your way now, and don’t let my pacing disturb you.”

“Anything you want, dear goddess.” The mighty woman, fair in skin and golden in hair, just like her sister Sun, moved away with hippidy-hoppidy hops, the tower of plates in her arms being nothing but a fun distraction as she and the dozens of their Maidens prepared the goddesses’ banquets.

«Hmm.» Moon pondered, and decided to delight herself a little bit, for once. Resting on the lavish lounge by her side, the goddess let herself spread like butter, and her powerful limbs made a roar simply as they relaxed. The many sisters would have been disturbed, indeed, were they not under the blessings of both superwomen, and were they not already the most naturally strong, overpowered ladies in all of the Academy.

Their bodies were bound elegantly by garments that looked like a cross between casual homely uniforms and battle armor. Their trims were carefully tailored for their bodies. Their forms were all pronounced, and their arms and legs were free for the lustful eyes of their goddesses to consume. «Well, I can’t stay mad with that. So many fine beauties in here, on my palm... » The goddess relaxed even further, letting her eyes bathe in the diverse, endless beauty of those many sisters in labor.

Mightier steps were heard, and her attention was called to one end of the room, from where many sisters came and went. In all hearts in that room except for Moon’s, there was a stir and a stagger, and the elegant, powerful women, who were otherwise behaving just as exemplary as expected from any Maiden, began to vacillated on their tasks, some perilously close to letting their piles and towers of plates dangle and fall. «Two goddesses in the same place!» The women shivered and uttered, yet resumed their task as if nothing had happened, hoping their hearts would carry on strong without betraying much more of their extreme arousal. «That’s too much! Too much even for us!! We need stronger blessings!»

Moon picked up the speeding of their heartbeats and moistening of their legs, and the sound of the room being filled with the schlips and schleps of fat, wet thighs rubbing against one another was truly delicious to hear. With her eyes caught by the new piece of flesh who entered her den, Moon felt compelled to smile, and even her body was being both warmed and cooled by that exciting figure. “Lady Sayuri.” She beamed the most gorgeous smile, her teeth being famed for their perfection of shape and color. “I suppose you have come to bring me the news?”

“No news, my sister, do I have of your beaten foe.” The enormous woman walked imposingly, daringly in front of her goddess, and giving a mighty turn, laying one hand on her hips in a most powerful, authoritative manner, she looked down upon Moon as if she were the inferior party; as if she were not, in fact, the goddess who commanded a personal army of two hundred Over Maidens just for her casual, daily affairs. “The task fell on Lady Suzana’s shoulders, I suppose.”

“What mighty shoulders those are.”

“Indeed, I suppose they are.” Standing so high and mighty before her goddess, Sayuri commented with nonchalant coolness. “You should get ready, my sister.” She looked up and down upon her master, her wonderful lips curling in a shameless expression of disapproval. “You’ve been wearing the same toga since your battle, haven’t you?”

“I haven’t much mind for fashion at the moment. Please, Sayuri, let yourself looser a bit.” Moon stood up, sitting on that vast divan and bending down to her own knees, letting it be very clear to her sister how heavy was the burden she was carrying there, on her mighty back. “It was very irresponsible, what Sun did.”

Sayuri turned her nose up and rolled her eyes briefly. She took a deep breath of air, then exhaled an air of pure resignation. “Do you know that, even without your blessings, I’m one of the strongest women in all of Maidenkind?”

Moon looked up, her curiosity slightly piqued, and smiled. “Sure I do.”

Sayuri stepped closer, her legs looking more awesome than ever, and put her other hand on her hips, looking so sexy in that “angry dill sargeant” kind of attitude. “You know how much I scored this year?”

Moon giggled, rolling her eyes. “One million, two hundred and eighty thousand, five hundred and fifty-six kymers, is that correct?” She knew it was, but she just wanted to see her Asian servant’s cute nod. “You’re one of the fifty strongest women on the planet, aren’t you?”

“Forty-seventh.” She answered, and it was as if her muscles were all swelling at once, the mighty rumbling power that radiated from them, yet she did not change one bit nor move a single inch. “By all rights, I have seniority over you.” She saw Moon just sitting there, looking up to her without raising her head, then slowly moving one arm out of her toga, making her heart beat faster. “Oh!” She felt, then, Moon’s touch on her leg; a touch that became a hard squeeze, and a squeeze that became an awesome grab.

“Where you going like that, sexy lady, with legs so swollen and hard?” She looked up again, and her dark eyes burned more devilish thanks to her irresistible smile. “I thought you Japanese were supposed to be all dandy and frail.”

Sayuri gulped. Honor and arousal clashed within her breast. “My glorious homeland has produced the most Over Maidens in the history of our world.”

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh.”

“My motherland...” She gulped. She shivered. “It is responsible for producing some of the strongest Over Maidens ever recorded, and most of the strongest currently alive.”

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh.”

Moon’s grab became possessive. Sayuri had killed many men who dared even look at her the wrong way, be it with vengeful or lustful gaze, and of all Maidens she was known as the coldest, the cruelest, the less inclined to motherly love and sisterly bonding. “Oh-hmm!” Now she was being groped by a student twenty years her senior, and her majesty and her high standing all came to naught when that monster possessed her flesh so lustfully, draining her honor with every yearning rub. “I, uh ... I...” She shook her head, looked away, tried to save her consciousness in all manner she could. “If there is one land ... that will break the curse of us Maidens ... and will allow us to finally—finally!—produce full-Maiden heirs with our blood, our mating ... this land will undoubtedly be my own. The glorious land of Japan!”

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” The Moon moved her other hand to Sayuri’s legs...

“Ayy!”

... and she squeezed, fondled, rubbed those thighs so harshly, so delightfully, beginning to drool upon feeling the hard touch of such perfectly crafted legs. “Come down here, my Asian beauty.”

And Sayuri did so. Not one word, not one whiff of protest, not one second of hesitation nor any rush or exhilaration. Calmly and elegantly, like with everything she did, the Uber Maiden sat by Moon’s side, and the hands that were so desirously fondling her legs climbed up to her face, and Moon loved her dearly.

“You’re so beautiful.”

It was Sayuri who moved in for the kiss, which Moon readily accepted. The sound of smooches permeated the air, and the other girls, ever so busy, were cautious to do their chores at a safe distance from the two Maidens, as the presence of two super-beings like them, like that, so close to one another, it was deadly arousing for even them, mightiest of servants, under even the strongest of blessings the two Anomalies could bestow them. «These two are insanely hot together!» So were their thoughts, and a sexy silence had befallen the room.

Moon pulled her lips back. The awesome kissers slowly parted, pulling one another, making a pop! once the kiss finally broke. “Hot.”

“Sexy.” Sayuri purred back, and with her fair, delicate hands fondled the caramel cheeks of her master. “Kimi wa kawaii ne.”

Moon purred louder. “Anata wa mechakucha sekushīnanode, anata ga chikadzuku tabi ni dō yatte jibun o kontorōru sureba ī no ka wakarimasen.” She moved her hand to Sayuri’s cheeks and responded with equal snuggles of love. Both goddess and demigoddess spoke in the latter’s tongue from then on: “You’re so magnificent. So regal and elegant. A true lady.”

Sayuri blushed. Moon was filled with desire as she saw the fair face of that impeccable lady fill with colors and, pulling her tenderly closer, she kissed the tip of her nose, then descended with kisses along the sides of her nose—one side first, then the other—then went down and down and down until she was kissing her lips again. Light kisses, loud kisses, with the lip pressing, rubbing, then smacking as they parted, mwah! Mwah! Mwah!

“Nihon no koneko ni nite imasu ne.”

“Ō!” Sayuri gasped. “Dōshite anata wa watashi yori mo watashi no bogo o jōzu ni hanaseru nodesu ka?”

“Because I am so much better than you.” Said Moon, always in her language, and always with such superior tone, accent, and cadence.

“Mmph!” Sayuri turned her face. “Gōman’na baka! You love belittling me, don’t you?”

“Don’t take it personally, hot puss.” She pulled Sayuri closer, and the demigoddess offered no resistance. Her lips were purring near the Asian beaut’s ears, and both their chins were rubbing on each other’s necks. “I love putting all you sexy Maidens in your proper places—which is beneath my feet.”

“Gōman’na baka.” Sayuri gave no brakes to her arms as they slowly, instinctively rose to her goddess’ shoulders, closing in on a gentle embrace that soon had her feeling, along every inch of her naked arms, the incredible hardness and power of Moon’s wide, unbreakable shoulders. “Tsuyoi! Tsuyosugiru baka!” The Japanese goddess seemed more and more inebriated as she rubbed her nose deeper, harder, longer on her sister’s neck and smelled her, burned with the thick scent of power and sex that she exuded with such natural ease! “You’re so powerful.”

Moon raised her arms to Sayuri’s back as well, but her ample garments prevented her from fully embracing the sister. “Oh, nasty. I suppose I ... should be taking these off. Right?” She felt the shivers in Sayuri’s heart as she mentioned that—the thought of her naked! The mere reveal of the skin of her arms would be enough to knock the proud demigoddess on her knees!

Sayuri, however, quite predictably pulled back, just a little, kissing her goddess lovingly on her cheeks. “What about your sister.”

Moon pondered quietly. “Yeah.” She rubbed Sayuri’s cheeks, drew her lips upon them, kissed and kissed and kissed, and the goddesses moved their lips along every inch of their cheeks, then their noses, then their upper lips, then they were kissing and kissing and kissing, smacking each other with cute, lovely kisses in their mouths. “I’m still a little angry with her, though.”

The kisses could hardly ever stop, but they had to, oh, should their conversation ever end! “Did she hurt our sister really that bad?” Just as hard as Sayuri thought that refraining from the kisses was, almost as hard she thought it was to actually reengage with the kissing. Their lips, when coming together, behaved just like their naked breasts when rubbed together, squeezed hard against one another in nights of naked passion: they were so voluminous, so overwhelming, so fat and bulky that sometimes it was hard to press them against one another until their faces would actually meet. “I didn’t hear the exact account. What did she do?”

Moon didn’t stop fondling and worshipping her sister as she spoke, and even in her tone there was none of the seriousness or worry as before. Both Maidens, when together, spoke and behaved as if always in a dream. “Second to my sister, you are my favorite, you know that?”

Sayuri took Moon’s awesome jaw and pushed her head gently up, causing the goddess to moan: “Oh!” Then, feeling her eggs stir with the savage, strong scent that came from Moon’s exposed neck, Sayuri drew in her face, closer and closer, and began to sniff on her neck like a cautious kitten. “I do. Something about us nihongo and you strong, powerful dark-skinned beasts of the tropics just click well together. We’re irresistibly attracted to you powerful studs, and you are irresistibly attracted to our soft, tender skins.”

“Ara, ara.” Moon purred. Her eyes were rolling high and their lids were half-shut, trembling with pleasure. “Anata wa hito shusabetsu shugi-shadesu, watashi no imōto no Sayuri.”

“But it’s true, and you can stay my hand if you ever think it’s not.” Sayuri gave Moon’s neck a sudden pull, gripping it so harshly, so strongly with her hands, and Moon gave out a gasp—”Oh!”—and Sayuri moved closer to that neck, laying her nostrils upon it, rubbing her enormous lips along her sexy skin. “Anata wa totemo tsuyoidesu!” She encircled that neck fully with her hands, and her fingers were so apart from each other. Like, comically so! “Oh!” She gasped. “Kubi ga futoidesu ne!” Moon was delighted as the startled demigoddess squeezed and crushed that neck with great power—enough to make the goddess actually feel some discomfort!—trying to bring her fingers closer together, but realizing that she could never make the neck bulge even a single millimeter. “Oh! You’re such a beast!” She rubbed her face on that neck, still choking it mightily. “I can crush a pillar of titanium into a marble with this grip, and yet your neck barely bulges and my fingers don’t get at all closer to touching! I can put two other hands around and they would still not come together.” She undid her grip, and her breath came out as visible steam against the sizzling hot skin of her sister. “You are so mighty, sister.”

With one hand free from her robes, Moon caressed the strong side of Sayuri’s torso, which was covered in that sexy, well-fitting uniform-armor. “Do you like it? Do you like that I am so much more powerful than you?” From inside the robes, the sound of countless muscles flexing and hardening, billowing fatter with strength and power. “That I am so much heavier and so much harder than you?” Both women were breathing slow, hot, and deep, and their breaths themselves felt like a dance—or a fight—with each gush of air vying for dominance over the other. “Does that make you hot, eh? My Asian pussy?”

And Moon felt Sayuri’s fingers spreading over her jawline, which was so strong and chiseled, like out of dark marble, and push her head even higher, with one hand then moving to the back of her neck and gripping her hard, gripping her strong, making her feel tingles in her breasts, her spine, and finally her pussy, which was wettening, moistening slowly, but loudly, and the other hand splurging on her thick, muscular neck, and then...

“Hmmm ... ooh...” The goddess moaned, and her eyes rolled up, completely shut. Her body shivered. Her muscles were a masterpiece of aesthetics, trembling like that, with such orgasmic shivers!

Sayuri laid out her lips on one side of her neck and spread them wide. Yum! She began opening her mouth slowly, hotly, sexily, and to moisten her neck with saliva. “Immensely.” She purred, and then on she was pure focus, total commitment on that irresistible piece of a woman!

Moon was enjoying her quickening breath and steadfast beating heart as Sayuri began to give the longest, slowest wet kisses on her neck. The demigoddess kept her tongue back, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and instead let her lips and her breath do all of the work, and let the saliva slowly drool from between her lips. At first, it was barely a dribble: the power-woman kept her lips tightly against the neck, letting the saliva pile on her mouth, and then she wettened that neck by kissing and moving those lips around, like lipstick on the lips or butter being spread on a loaf of bread. And she self the shivers and shudders of her goddess, whose breath now often lost its pace, hurrying up here, slowing down there, bursts of gasping resembling suffocation, then long moments when the goddess barely seemed to be breathing.

“They’re soooo hot together!”

The sisters, who always moved to and fro readying the banquet, had to be reminded by their superiors and stronger Maidens of their duties—or perhaps of the limits of their sanities. “Don’t stare for too long. It’s better to quit staring altogether.” Even the strongest of them were hypocrites, for they themselves couldn’t keep their eyes away from those two for too long, seeing the rising aura of heat that was emanating from their tightly hugged bodies. “Y-you, hm... cahem! You don’t have the strength or fortitude to witness these two gods mating without going hopelessly insane!” And the strong sisters willed themselves into power, grabbing their smaller sisters by the ear and pulling them away like naughty dogs who’d misbehaved.

“Ouch, ouch, ouchie, sis, oww!”

“Come. Let’s avoid this room for as long as possible, and certainly avoid these two ... ooh! ... keep as much distance from these two sex gods as possible!”

“Oww, ouch! No faaair!”

Thus, little by little, the room became emptier, and the flow of hurried sisters came down to a trickle. Not that Sayuri would notice or Moon would care: many were Moon’s moans, and each louder every time as Sayuri spread her wet kisses along that side of her neck, making her caramel skin glitter like dark gold by the river banks. “Totemo utsukushī!” She swooned. “Sugoku taihendesu!” Great as her praises were, she was completely in control of that cuddling.

Moon’s breast grew and receded as Sayuri then pulled her lips back a little, and the thick, steamy saliva began streaming down her neck. “Ooooh...!!” The goddess was not only purring and moaning aloud, she was also wobbling and jiggling more openly on the lounge. With one arm, Sayuri caused her to moan aloud, very quickly. “Ooh...!!” She gripped the body of her goddess mightily, powerfully, and in that harsh, ferocious grip she let her know she wouldn’t be moving. She shouldn’t be moving! “Oooh ... aaah...!!” And the goddess receded back into her moans, the pleasure building and bubbling inside of her like thick stew slowly boiling in a cauldron.

“Watashi no Afurika no utsukushi-sa!” She purred, and her body was aflame. “Watashi no Afurika no ... megami!” She let the saliva ooze and stream from her mouth, laying wet, loud kisses here, there, here, then there, making pops! and smacks! with her lips, counting the shivers and seeing the waves of spasms sprawling from her every kiss, taking over the goddess’ whole body.

“Oooh ... oooh ... oooh...!” All the time the goddess enjoyed herself, moaning, grunting, gasping, striking Sayuri with a little jealousy from that pleasure, making her wish she could feel such intense joy herself.

But the demigoddess was committed to her worship, and after she judged that her wetness there had grown big enough, with her streams of saliva now oozing into the collar of Moon’s robe, no doubt making their way to her godly bosom, she was quick and aggressive: in one instant, she gripped Moon’s neck and jaw strongly, then forced the goddess to turn to the other side.

“Oooh!” Moon absolutely adored those moments of authority, and the room was soon filled with the peculiar sound of iron being stretched and torn apart. It was a sound quite distinct from Moon’s powerful muscles, and soon enough the goddess’ almighty brain corrected and traced the sound of those metallic grunts. “Oooh!” She wouldn’t bother with them, of course. Not for the moment. Her Asian servant, after all, had much more worshipping to do. “Watashi o sūhai!” She demanded, oh, in the most subservient tone possible. “Watashi o ... sūhai!” Her words, oh, were just like her moans: long, watery, and ecstatic!

Sayuri was deadly silent, putting into that cuddling as much effort as she did with everything in her life: making further use of her bullish strength, the demigoddess pulled her goddess by the neck and bent her all over her lap, forcing the goddess to clumsily drag her (enormous! Oh, so enormous!) butt over her lap, and then turn over the other side of her awesome, thick neck, over which many virile veins were spreading and thickening.

“So many veins.” The demigoddess uttered, always in her tongue. “Ooh. So strong.” She moved a finger over one of those veins, which were throbbing so hard they could be heard, and dragged her finely trimmed nail along its pulsating length. “You’re so virile, master Moon.” Undaunted, then, she sank onto that neck with her mouth, and her sloppy kissing was now much more vigorous, much messier, and louder.

“Oooh! Oooh ... oooh!!” Moon shivered, and many times her body threatened to move out of control.

“Shh. Pussy. Sweet pussy.” Every time this happened, Sayuri crushed her hard with one arm, held her firmly with her own swelling muscles, and on her back, even with all those robes she was wearing, Moon felt not only the awesome touch of her Asian goddess’ meat, but also a cold and interesting feel of many rings of metal evenly spread along her arm, like very tight bracelets.

Sayuri resumed her kissing, sloppily drooling buckets of saliva over the neck, and the goddess in her arms was shivering intensely, every pore of her flaring up, her pussy swelling and moistening now very loudly. After a gust of pleasure that seemed to have sapped the energy out of the incredible goddess, everything stood still for a while—except for Sayuri, who only took down the pace of her kissing-and-spitting a couple of notches—and, after the silent tension had built up hard enough ... the two goddesses heard:

Splatter!!

Smiling and purring, Sayuri pulled her head back a little and took a long, loud sniff of her environment. “You are primed.” In her nostrils, she took in that which was the most delicious fragrance in all of Utera. “You are wet.” Nodding downwards, she couldn’t quite catch a glimpse of it, but both she and Moon knew what it was happening, what that noise and that smell were all about: a huge goblet of cum had just emerged from Moon’s throbbing cunt; a fist-sized stream of pussy lubes had just been vomited out from her womb and splashed loudly, hotly on the ground, casting a dense pillar of smoke that soon rose around the goddesses like steam from a spa.

Sayuri knew exactly what to do next. After a moment of shuddering, where her womb throbbed loudly and her ovaries doubled in size, she looked back again at her goddess’ neck and put her plan into motion. “Ooooh!!” Moon moaned almost painfully as the demigoddess took the longest, wettest kiss yet from her neck. Pulling back again, the strands of saliva that connected her lips to her neck were as thick as fingers, and so many there was almost no space for air for flow. Wiping them with her finger, the goddess gripped that neck again, smelled its musky, sexual scent, and then unrolled her tongue onto it.

Lick! Lick! Lick

Drawing gasps, moans, and spasms from the black body of her supreme goddess, Sayuri began to lick her. First, she was kind, contained, and quick: every lick was like a puppy’s getting a taste of the master’s face. Every swipe of her tongue was cute, loving, and respectful, almost like a little girl taking a couple of daring bites off her daddy, pushing the envelope, seeing how much she could smooch him before mommy noticed. Then, her licks became longer and more lavish. Sayuri controlled Moon’s head like it belonged to her, moving her left and right, licking her like a maestro painting her masterpiece.

“Hmm ... oh, hmm...!!” Moon’s moans had grown subdued now, only if the pleasure, which now raged like a firestorm inside of her, was getting too intense to be let out vocally, at the risk of damaging any of the nearby Maiden’s with its maddening high-pitch and intensity. “Hmmm...!! Oh...” She sucked in her lips and bit them hard. Under her lids, her eyes were shivering like tolling bells. “Mmmrrrr!!”

Sayuri then let out her tongue and placed it at the very tip of Moon’s collar, causing a maelstrom of sensations to wash over her like tropical storms on a coast. The goddess was shivering, then setting still, shivering, then setting still, as if only the mighty arm of the Japanese mistress could still her shivers, which were always getting out of control. Then, with pillars of ooze coming from her mouth... liiiiick!! Sayuri gave her mistress a long, mighty lick, her tongue pressed so damn hard against her neck, covering (and drowning in saliva) every inch of skin of her neck from collar from chin. Schlept! As the lick ended, fist-thick splashes of spit arched away from the tip of the chin and over Moon’s face. “Ooooorh...!!” The goddess let out a long, painful moan. It was only the beginning of her suffering.

Sayuri enjoyed her neck and her body like that for the longest time. The room was filled with the sound of painful, hard licks. Wet sounds of tongues popping, then saliva spitting and splattering resonated then and there. Liiiick!*Liiiick!*Liiiick! Moon was clutching her fists, rolling her feet around, and painfully trying to pull back her arms and legs, suffering so hard in that position, laid so straight over Sayuri’s lap, but every time she was restrained, and every time the Asian goddess gave her an even harder, hotter lick. Schlipt! Schelpt! Schlipt!

The room began to be filled with steam—which was saying a lot. A lot. Too much! Mere words like “massive” or “colossal” couldn’t even begin to describe the hugeness of the place, in which at least five massive European-style castles could fit. That the entire room, from the tallest hanging garden to the surface of the deepest pool, began to be full of clouds and whitened whole by a thickening haze, it meant that the goddesses were no kidding with that cuddling—and that any lesser Maiden present there would soon be seriously endangered.

At that point, though, the slow trickle of Maidens had dried the to the point where only four Maidens—the four strongest under Sayuri and presently in the palace—remained in the room, and these four had then been rendered completely useless, with piles of plates and platters swinging in the arms of both of them, and piles of notebooks and other work tooks dangling uselessly from the arms and hands of the other two. All that these Maidens felt was the rising heat and the painful beating of their hearts. All that they heard were the moans of the goddesses and their own hearts drumming in their ears. “Oh. My. God.” They uttered, chins shivering, limbs softening, and piles of plates dangerously close to falling off.

All Maidens in the room, including Sayuri, were wearing their full uniforms, and so their arms and legs were covered, though the shape of their muscles and every turn and curve of their sexy bodies were visible for all to see. Those were perfectly fitting outfits, designed with equal amounts of protection and sex appeal in mind—the very essence of Maidenhood, after all—and the only distinction between one another were some colored bands and more intricate designs for the higher-ranking Maidens—with Sayuri herself having her beautiful insignia emblazoned in many different parts of her uniform, with many creative variations of several different, yet harmonious Oriental styles.

And in the four uniforms of the lesser Maidens the hugest stains had long been growing on their crotches. The uniforms had been attentively crafted to absorb as much blood as possible, and return it to the gaping wound, and to close these wounds as well, even internal bleedings, whenever a Maiden was caught in battle at unawares. And so, as a quirk of this design, they were very hard to stain, and from the outside they were pretty impermeable, yet the arousal of the four warrioress was so intense and had been going on for so long that even though that heavenly material huge stains of pussy juice had been forming and growing, and as Sayuri began to lick and lap on the neck of her lover openly, these stains formed long threads downwards and along their inner thighs, oozing hotly and loudly (the sound like a huge boiling cauldron) from the tight cuffs of their pants. Schlup! Glop! Schlup!