Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy Master's cock swelled and flexed beneath Elinor as she spoke, her voice sounding over the resounding, continual gulps her fellow sister made beneath her, the might of the great phallus visibly lifting her some inches. No, my little fucktoy. Spanking is a reward, for good behavior - a thing to be earned. He twisted her hair lightly, speaking in a lower, somewhat disappointed tone. And you have already sinned. Your Master does not want to hear his property refer to themselves in the first person ever again. 'This tiny little fucktoy of yours' will do. He paused for a moment as the twin's cool hands wrapped around his heated shaft, pounding hotly into their fingers, slick with seed, Elinor's juices and Uma's saliva. It was in stark contrast to the heat of the nun's lips on either side of their hands. Singular, or plural. Noting that one of them had said 'us'. Uma's occasional breaks led to some of the catgirls struggling with each other to catch the splashes of seed that followed. Lacey managed to sneak her head between the nun's legs, getting a direct view of Master's shaft while she lapped at Uma's sex, her long blue hair quickly drenched by the pool of seed forming under her head. The tip of her tongue circled lightly over the nun's clit, before running up and down the slit beneath, careful not to penetrate. That was for Master. Lacey pouted when the ever-so rude intruding nun pulled Uma off of her and Master, but cackled mischievously when Bryony was forced over her. Quickly, she worked the well-endowed nun's habit over them, which the other girls eventually divested her of, leaving Lacey once again staring up at their Owner's massive cock, even if it was partly obscured by Bryony's considerable breasts. Tearing through the nun's underwear, the girl began lapping eagerly at her sex, enjoying the taste even before Master filled his new prize past her limit. The feel of the new nun's lips wrapping around his girth caused his girth to flex and swell, lifting Elinor and the girls' hands upwards, her cooler mouth causing him to give a slight intake of breath - along with her smaller mouth, as her teeth scraped along his girth more tightly. It gave the new nun only the briefest of warnings before he began filling her, and the first sound of her swallowing set off another chain reaction - causing his cock to bob and swell again, shaking both nuns, and producing another eruption of seed - which only repeated each time Bryony swallowed. Xirena was about to close the door behind her before entering the room, but seeing Gia and her milk - both the cases she was carrying and in her massive breasts - bounding towards the house, she smiled, waved, an proceeded to follow Bryony, unable to wipe the grin off her face at the sight of the innocent nun pulling Uma free of... well she supposed he was their Master, now. The Syndicate was nothing if not clear. She couldn't reach Bryony. Another little slut had worked herself into the fray as the girls stripped the new arrivals of their clothing, and her hands joined Jasmine's in pressing the doubter onto the massive glans before her. The thick sound of Bryony's first swallow was alone enough to bring her to her knees. Did not know they could get that big... She thought, staring at the massive girth past the sea of female flesh. Another girl - a catgirl this time, wrapped her in an embrace, kissing her deeply, and Xirena could clearly taste what could only be Master's seed on the catgirl's tongue. Gia was in a daze, her vision blurring. The top buttons of her shirt had already popped off from the force of her heaving, and the few that remained were visibly straining with her every panting breath. She doubled her pace when she spotted the nuns at the door, and one of them was kind enough to leave the door open for her. Even if Gia's hands weren't each holding a case of milk, there was no way she could do much more than paw at a doorknob at this point. The scent hit her before she reached the driveway. It was invigorating, like spotting an oasis in a vast desert - a strikingly accurate metaphor, considering. She found herself licking her lips in anticipation, and inhaling a bit too deeply without quite thinking, causing an audible rip as her shirt tore further. Rushing up the driveway, she managed to make it through the open door before her top completely disintegrated. She closed the door with her leg as she set the milk down. Melissa could not resist commenting. Not even the hammocks could hold them. I see Master's milk has arrived. What's in the cases? The older catgirl was in far too much of a haze from the scent of her Master's seed and her own desperation to acquire even a drop to make any remotely coherent reply. Instinctively dropping to her knees, she crawled forward, looking for a suitable victim - the area around Master was too crowded. At this point, there was nothing recognizably nun-like about Uma. For some reason, though, the girls were giving her face room to breathe, though they lapped up her lower portions with the same abandon they were lapping up the pool around the other nun. Why, Gia didn't know. Gia didn't care. Gia pounced, locking her lips to Uma's, tongue dancing inside her mouth, eagerly sucking every drop of seed from the lucky human woman's mouth, her massive breasts pressing against the paler woman's. Somewhere in the fray, another girl deftly relieved Gia of her skirt. For this she was grateful, as she was then able to better straddle the woman. The sound of a phone ringing came from Johnathan's shorts, which had migrated some distance across the room. Isabella reached in, pulling out the phone and - glancing at the name and seeing 'Petricia' - she chose to answer. Dvenalay residence! She exclaimed cheerfully. The voice that followed had a thick accent. So that's where the flock of you migrated to. Could I speak to- A particularly loud gurgling sound from Bryony stopped her. ...I guess he's a bit busy, isn't he? Isabella aimed the phone's camera at Bryony and took a snapshot, only smiling. Dearest Goddess, I didn't know- Petricia stopped herself before saying too much. -is Cherry available? Mmmmhmmm! I'll try to get the phone over to her. You should all come over! We can bring you to Tonalahu too! The girls were a bit divided as to what to do with Johnathan's 'girlfriends'. They were less polite about their disrespect for Christianity than he was. Petricia spoke over the sound of various noises as Isabella struggled her way through a mass of female flesh. Oh we plan on it, dearest little cumrag, but we have errands to run for Master before we can show up. Isabella wasn't sure how she felt about what Petricia called her. A half hour ago she would have been offended. Now, though... there was a hierarchy forming, and she well understood her place in it. Reaching her phone towards Cherry, Isabella said simply. Pet... Petricia asked for you. Cherry reached over a couple of girls to take the phone from the other catgirl. Hello love. Things are going quite swimmingly here, how about yourselves? Other than hearing about Master's success from your mother, pretty much the same. Petricia teased. We're going to need a list of things Master wants to take with him. We've got most of it, I think, but shipping rates to remote islands are a bit out of our league. Cherry giggled. Mmmhmmm. We'll get a list of items Master requires when he's uh. Less occupied. Oh, and, welcome to the Fold, love. Hmm, should say the same to you. Could you be a good little slave and turn on the video? We want to watch Master claim those sanctimonious cunts. Cherry smiled, leaning back and turning on the recording. Not much of 'Colossus' was visible from Cherry's angle, but that wasn't going to be a problem when it came time for deflowering.