Chapter 140: Hungry Succubi II
Es’s pussy stretched around Elion’s dick until her belly bulged slightly from the depth.
"Ahhhhhh!" She scread, her back arching off the table, her ass grinding into a pile of mashed potatoes that squished between her cheeks.
"Oh gods, yes! So deep—it’s hitting my womb!" she cried out, her legs wrapping around him. Juices squirted out around his pounding cock, mixing with the food debris, turning the surface into a slippery ss of cream and gravy.
He fucked her hard, his hips snapping forward, and his balls slapping her ass with each plunge, the table shaking as silverware rattled. "Take it all, you little demon whore," Elion snarled, gripping her thighs bruisingly.
Ophelia straddled Es’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto the younger succubus’s mouth. "Lick
clean, Es—suck my clit while he breeds you," Ophelia ordered, grinding down.
Es licked eagerly, tongue delving into the folds, sucking on Ophelia’s swollen clit while Elion’s thrusts rocked her body.
"Fuck, her tongue feels amazing," Ophelia gasped, tits bouncing wildly, one hand reaching back to fondle Elion’s swinging balls, squeezing them as if to coax out his load. "Pump her full, Elion—make her belly swell with your cum."
Elion leaned over, capturing Ophelia’s nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while biting the peak, making her moan into the air. "You like watching
destroy her pussy?" he asked, voice muffled against her skin.
His free hand slapped Es’s thigh, then dipped to rub her clit in rough circles, her pussy clenching tighter, milking him. "Gonna fill this cunt," he grunted, pace relentless, the obscene sounds of wet flesh smacking filling the room. "Scream for , Es—tell
how much you need my load."
"Yes, fill ! Breed
like the champion you are!" Es wailed from beneath Ophelia, her words vibrating against the older woman’s folds.
She ca first, her orgasm crashing as she bucked under him, pussy spasming and squirting a gush that soaked his cock and puddled with the spilled wine and sauces on the table.
She cried out into Ophelia’s pussy, the vibrations sending the older succubus over the edge—Ophelia shuddered, grinding harder as she ca, her juices flooding Es’s mouth, dripping down her chin to mix with the food sars. "I’m cumming—drink it all, Es!" Ophelia howled, her body quaking.
Elion didn’t stop, pulling out of Es’s quivering hole with a wet schlick, his cock glistening with her cream. "Your pussy next, Ophelia—beg for it," he demanded, eyes dark with hunger.
He flipped Ophelia onto her back beside Es, her legs splaying wide amid the chaos—bread crumbs sticking to her ass, a fork tumbling away. "Please, Elion, shove it in—fuck my tight hole until I break!" she pleaded, spreading herself open.
He drove into her pussy, even tighter and deeper, the angle letting him hit her cervix with every brutal thrust. Ophelia’s massive tits jiggled violently, slapping against her chest as she clawed at the table, nails gouging the wood.
"Harder, champion!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Pound —make
yours forever!" Es recovered enough to kneel behind him, her tongue licking his ass cheeks, then probing lower to rim his hole while her hands spread him open.
"Tastes so good back here," Es murmured between licks. "Keep fucking her—I want to feel you tense when you cum." The sensation made Elion growl, his thrusts turning savage, pounding Ophelia’s pussy until it frothed with their mixed fluids, splattering onto the ruined table below.
"You demons are going to drain
dry," he laughed roughly, sweat beading on his brow. The table was a disaster now—juices pooling in the dips, food mashed into sticky paste under their writhing bodies, wine staining the edges red like blood.
Elion switched again, pulling Ophelia up to bend her over the table’s end, her tits flattening against the wood as he re-entered from behind, fucking her ass this ti.
No lube needed; her demonic body welcod it, the tight ring stretching around his thickness as he buried deep, balls-deep in her bowels. "Oh fuck, your ass is gripping
so tight!" he groaned. "Take every inch—milk my cock with that hot hole."
"That’s it, ream my ass!" Ophelia begged, pushing back against him. Es climbed under Ophelia, lying on her back to suck on the older woman’s clit while Elion railed her ass, the dual assault making Ophelia wail, body trembling.
"Suck harder, Es—make
squirt all over you!" Elion’s hand fisted Es’s hair, forcing her tongue to lap at his shaft where it pistoned in and out, tasting the musky mix. "Lick us both, slut—clean up this ss with your mouth," he ordered.
Sweat poured off them, mingling with the ss, the air heavy with the scent of sex and roasted at.
Ophelia ca again, her ass clenching rhythmically around him, pushing him closer. "I’m exploding—don’t stop!" she scread.
He withdrew, spinning Es around to face him and shoving her onto all fours. "Your turn to get railed again, Es," he said, mounting her from behind and alternating—thrusting into her pussy, then pulling out to slam into Ophelia’s waiting mouth, letting her taste Es’s essence.
"Suck her off my cock," Elion instructed Ophelia. The succubi kissed sloppily over the table, tongues tangling with shared fluids, while Elion fucked whichever hole was free. "Taste how wet she is for you," Es moaned into the kiss. "We’re both your breeding whores."
Finally, the pressure beca unbearable. Elion grabbed Ophelia’s hips, flipping her onto her back once more, and plunged into her pussy, fucking with all his strength.
"Gonna flood you now," he warned, grunting with each slam. Es straddled Ophelia’s face again, grinding her ass down for a rimming. "Lick my ass while he breeds you," Es commanded Ophelia. "Cum inside her," Es urged Elion, "breed us both—save our race with your seed!"
He roared, his cock swelling as he erupted, hot ropes of cum flooding Ophelia’s depths, overflowing to leak out and mix with the table’s slop. "Take it all—feel
painting your womb!" he bellowed.
She milked him dry, her pussy fluttering in her third orgasm, squirting around his shaft. "Yes, fill
up—I’m yours!" Ophelia cried.
Pulling out, he aid the last spurts at Es’s open mouth, watching her swallow greedily before he shoved back into her pussy for seconds, pumping until she too overflowed, cum and juices drenching the forgotten feast. "Now you—swallow every drop," he growled at Es as she gulped it down.
They collapsed in a heap on the wrecked table, their bodies slick and spent, the dining hall reeking of their debauchery—plates shattered, food ruined, every surface coated in the evidence of their frantic rutting.
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