Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

Sara's passionate suckling was rewarded when Rafe began tensing and and thrashing, digging his heels into her back and thrusting his hips up into her face a pre-plague-era woman would have been choked or suffocated by the sheer immensity of Rafe's cock being forced down her throat, but Sara's anatomy was sufficiently altered to allow her to keep breathing through her nose as she swallowed hot, creamy eruptions of cum that gushed into her out of Rafe's loins. So much of modern men's metabolic processes went into producing their semen - it was practically liquid bread the way it was loaded down with complex sugars and protein, it was thick, viscous and white, and tasted like ambrosia to a modern futa as it was practically the only thing their tastebuds reacted favorably to anymore. The rich, creamy liquid was nearly scalding as it poured into Sara's throat, and, as Rafe's thrashing thrusts died down, Sara backed her head up to catch the last spurts of it in her mouth, tasting his delicious bouquet of cum - tasting like lemon grass, mint and bacon all rolled up together as she splashed it hot and musky around her mouth, parting her lips wide around his cock, actual steam rose from her gaping smile, pulling him out of her mouth completely, she licked and lapped at his penis until it was clean and she had swallowed every last nourishing drop of his cock's bounty. Her stomach felt swollen and distended with food, having quickly been squeezed full of over a liter of hot, creamy liquid in only a few seconds - rather than hurting, her body naturally released endorphins, making her feel drowsy and stupidly blissful for a few moments, enhanced by the delicious caresses he gave her, running his hand on her cheek, feeling like the most delicate satiny caress of a lover, she giggled stupidly, loving him, loving life for this, their morning ritual. Feel better now? he said, moving out from under her and making her giggle again. She rolled over and let him get up, rubbing her bloated tummy. Oooooh God... I feeel sooooo... goooood... she was dopey with pleasure, her penis rock hard in front of her, her vagina red and dripping. She loved hearing him debase her, and coupled with the extreme pleasure of feeding, she couldn't help but reach down and play with her genitals, stroking her penis and digging four fingers into her puss. Call me your dumb little whore again - call me your cock sucking parasite slut... uuughh... she hated herself for not being able to control herself when she fed, for how needy she was with Rafe, feeding off his body, wasting his time, demanding sex and debasement - but she couldn't help herself, and she couldn't bear the thought of going to other men to satisfy her needs. It was so personal, so intimate, so primal she felt a spiritual connection to Rafe, like they shared the same life essence, like they were part of the same organism - made for each other. She also hated herself for not being able to say these things for him, not wanting to burden him with her feelings, knowing he didn't really love her, only tolerated her because he felt sorry for her, because he was a nice person and took her in like an abandoned puppy. She actually teared up a little as she stroked and fingered herself, lying on her back, naked, on the kitchen table, moaning for him mindlessly, longingly, digesting a belly-full of his cum... I'm sorry... she moaned. I'm such a useless slut... aaah... I can't help myself... please... she rolled over on her swollen tummy, using her knees to push her bum into the air, lying on her arms as she continued to play with herself. Please spank me, Rafe, spank your baby girl, I'm such a dirty slut, I need to be punished, aaaahhh...