Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy Every slightest twitch of Melody and Harmonys hands drew a mighty quiver from his shaft, visibly shaking both nuns and giving Bryony still more to swallow. The thick, angry-red glans quaking through her head Johnathan looked down at his newly obescient prize, still tightly gripping her hair. Once she finally learned her proper place, he drew his hand back to reward her with a harsh, resounding SPANK, a swell of his cock anticipating her reaction pumped Bryonys mouth full of still more of his spend. Cherry was getting increasingly flustered. Shed avoided drinking, to keep hold of her wits longer than the other catgirls, but she must have inhaled enough of the scent for it to mark her anyway. Though she tried to keep the phone on Master, she found her own gaze drifting to her sister well, half-sister. The difference in their tans was going to be obvious by the time Summer was over. Mother, which of us is fathers real daughter? Neither of you, dear. Gias heaving breasts straddled poor Uma much as her legs did, their respective positions exaggerating the differences between their cleavage. Her hips raised in the air, waving them seductively so as to lure one of the catgirls lapping at Uma to her own sex. She let out a tight squeal into Umas mouth when a girl finally licked across her slit. The overendowed chaperon eagerly mistook the nuns attempt at resistance for enthusiasm, and wholeheartedly gave herself to tongue-wrestling, emitting a muffled groan as she twisted her face over the nuns. That bitch choking on Masters dick is having it far too easy. Petricia grumbled. She should be sobbing and squealing into it like whatshercunt is about to. Elinor- Its sweet that you think I care. Its sad that you do. Y-you think I should go over and- Master would appreciate a few more cumrags taking initiative. Cherry bit her lip. Her mother had warned her about Johnathans - Masters - current girlfriends. Even the newest ones had more sexual experience than any girl in the room by default. Though Petricia and Nebelle were by far the most dominant of them. She let her frustration with them build, to the point of panting and shaking. Taking care to keep Masters phone out of harms way, Cherry wormed her way through the crowd of girls, eventually coming to kneel beside Bryony. Handing the phone to Amanda across the nuns back, Cherry spoke. Its Petricia! They want to watch. Amandas arm rubbed against Harmonys kneeling legs as she tried to get a good, stable view. You know were all jealous that you heathens got impaled on that first Well see how well your faith holds up on top of it. She looked up at Harmony, wondering if she heard. Instinctively, the blonde girl twisted her hips and writhed at the mention of riding it like Elinor was. Another choking spurt from Bryony send Masters seed flying - some of it landing over her legs. Lisa managed to squeeze her way in and began licking it up. Cherry gripped Bryonys hair with her newly free hand, wrapping her hand in it and pulling it taut, twisting it lightly. Her other hand reached down the nuns now-bare backside, keeping an eye on Johnathans hand to time her own spanks with his. The pink-haired catgirl allowed her irritation at Petricia and jealousy over her own sister to overcome her, focusing on taking out her anger on the nun that rivalled her sister in endowment. You are failing to give Master all the pleasure you are able, you self-centered cunt.. The scent of his seed was bringing out the latent tigress within. You see the hands in front of your nose? What do you think your hands should be doing? Hey, hey! Cherry can you hear me? Amanda brought the phone closer to the scene, so Cherry could better hear Petricia. She noted that Master had paused, the gentle bobs of his cock and occasional spurts of seed into Bryonys mouth being the only action from him since Cherry arrived. The catgirls eyes went to the phone in acknowledgment. Repeat after me, Cherry. She gave a nod in response, her gaze stern. While you serve Masters cock, my hands are His hands, While you serve Masters cock, my hands are His hands, and you are no more worthy of their touch than you are of a single drop of His seed. and you are no more worthy of their touch than you are of a single drop of His seed. You will thank your Lord and Master each time His hand strikes you You will thank your Lord and Master each time His hand strikes you this does not absolve you from serving your Master. this does not absolve you from serving your Master. When you fail, you have no excuse, When you fail, you have no excuse, it is simply a reflection of how unworthy you are. it is simply a reflection of how unworthy you are. And so help me Goddess I am going to make that ungrateful cunt regret each and every second her hands are not where they belong. Cherry closed her eyes and lips for a moment, carefully stifling a reaction - especially in Melody and Harmonys presence. She knew better than to repeat that. Still, she twisted the nuns hair a bit tighter, speaking softly. I know you heard her, its not a good idea to make Petricia angry. Xirena watched the scene with no small amount of trepidation, her hands absentmindedly tormenting the hair and tails of the catgirls next to her. The syndicate had groomed Jasmine and herself to be the primary dommes - keeping the rest of the silly little kittens in line. They had expected to give themselves to Johnathan long before now - but Dvenalay made it clear she was satisfied with the boys current arrangement. She never got to meet Petricia or the others - the girls and nuns were keen on a divide and conquer strategy. The current display was making it quite clear why they were displaced. Plenty of kittens for the lot of us. Still, there was no denying that there was going to be a power struggle, and Xirena pondered how they could make up for their disadvantage.