687: Playthings (18++)

687: Playthings (18++)

“Good job!” Leila cheerfully clapped while Ronald pulled her sister off his two cocks and let his cum flow freely out of Ivy’s creampied holes. Without any care he dropped the girl he just used as a cocksleeve and let her slump and drown in self-loathing.

“Can I fuck that one too?” Ronald asked and pointed at the distraught cat girl who kept worsening her injuries as she desperately tried to reach even a drop of cum she worked so hard for.

“Sure,” Leila agreed to the bullkin’s request without much regard. And as her attention moved on to other test subjects she offhandedly added, “Just don’t touch her mouth.”

“No problem,” Ronald smiled, his cocks barely waning firmness. He walked past Ivy who couldn’t bare lifting her head, and walked around the pilloried cat girl, growing increasingly excited about filling her up with his cum, just not in the way she wished for.

“Koko, any changes with that one?” Leila asked a buff futa woman who had her cock deep inside a bound girl’s ass. The girl was thrown over a box with a pile of clothes for cushion, her hands tied behind her back with rope and her mouth gagged and wrapped in several layers of cloth.

“Hm? Let’s see,” Koko grabbed the girl she fucked by the hips and lifted her up while another futanari dived underneath and checked out the privates up close.

“Maybe we should give her a break?” Koko asked, noticing how little response she got from the girl she fucked compared to the previous round she had, before twenty or so latest cocks in this cycle.

“No!” Leila stated categorically. “We’ll get to the bottom of this one way or another. Keep filling her up, until she grows a cock. Until the cum starts gushing through her mouth if that’s what it takes!”

“Sure thing,” Koko complied, gripped the girl’s waist, and said, “You heard the boss—let’s get this over with fast so that I can get back to a livelier entertainment.”

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?” a young woman shouted at the top of her lungs. She stood on one of the entrances to the city square, followed by twenty or so armored palace guards. And though her cry went unnoticed by the masses of the orgy, a fully armored girl instantly stood out among the sea of naked bodies.

An armor in red and white colors, her trademark short white skirt and naked thighs which made her the fantasy of many men and women in the city. And with her claymore at her back, and her long, rust-colored hair, anyone who cared to notice, recognized the young woman instantly.

“Princess Asuna!” Leila welcomed the newest arrival from atop her throne of bodies, her eyes sparkling at the sight of a potential new toy.