Profane Prince Of Domination Chapter 562 Sinking in Flower Buds Part 2, R-18

a.s.sailed by his nun and consort, Konrad had no room for respite. And as Blood Nether single-handedly made a mess of her bed, consort and nun made a mess of Konrad's throne. Moon's crotchless panties covered nothing, letting her love juices drip unceasingly. But though more modest, the Warden didn't have it much better as her undergarments struggled to restrain her juices.

Of course, to no avail. Konrad relished in the sensations, indulging in the efforts of their greedy tongues and lips as they took turns around his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. Soon, their orderly coordination grew more frantic, making nun and consort compete for every inch of Konrad's rod. They wors.h.i.+pped it, they wors.h.i.+pped him, even if they didn't know they did.

And though he could have grown a second one, Konrad abstained, letting their greed-driven compet.i.tion carry on before his icy-blue gaze.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

Slurping and gulping sounds intertwined as the c.o.c.k-sucking reached its acme. Konrad's c.o.c.k tensed, trembling to announce its incoming release. As it did, Konrad released a low growl, ready to unleash his s.p.u.n.k.

A tacit understanding bloomed between Moon and the Warden, both opened their mouths wide while pressing their cheeks against one another and staying close to Konrad's shaft to prevent the tiniest drop from leaking. And none did.

As Konrad's c.u.m gushed forth, drenching the lips, throats, and faces of the two, they lowered their lips on his shaft, preventing the tiniest drop from escaping them while the corners of their lips unwittingly kissed.

But they didn't care. In their minds, serving the master took precedence on that bit of connection. Their minds had no room for one another, leaving only Konrad's scent to make a mess of them.

With a smile, he stroked both their hair, keeping their pinned on his dripping shaft with one of his infamous smirks that announced more debauchery.

"Undress."

Konrad ordered, and even as his c.u.m drenched their lips and faces, even as their tongues caught the stray, dripping s.e.m.e.n, the two stepped back, and on their knees, freed themselves of their clothes, letting clerical robe and dress drop onto the moistened ground.

But on Blood Nether, the words held a stronger effect, and she rubbed her inner thighs faster, bringing herself to a little o.r.g.a.s.m despite her persistent bounds.

Konrad beckoned, making nun and consort rise to their feet. Both figures showcased divine perfection. But while Moon's breathed that fiery look of Immortal Blood Spirits, the Warden's displayed the sacrosanct glow the profane ought to violate.

Konrad didn't delay, there was no need to. First, he took the Warden into his arms, lifting her by her legs and holding her thighs mid-air as he aimed his c.o.c.k at her dripping c.u.n.t. The flower bud contracted and expanded in expectation, breathing its desire to get deflowered. And as Konrad's flaming rod neared her unexplored territory, the Warden's hands clutched his neck, pulling him in as she pressed her cushy torso on his. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s squeezed his chest, her breath grazed his cheek, and even as she trembled in gripping expectation, the warmth of her body superseded his.

Sinking his palms in the nun's a.s.s cheeks, Konrad lowered her on his shaft, impaling her in one go. And as his rod tore through her defenses, the Warden gasped, taking large gulps of air to placate the p.r.i.c.king sensation. Konrad's c.o.c.k settled within the Warden's c.u.n.t, expanding the walls that moved to adjust to the invader's girth. Meanwhile, Moon stepped toward his back, ma.s.saging his b.a.l.l.s in one hand, while pus.h.i.+ng his pelvis with the other. Driven by Moon's pushes, Konrad's rod went up and down the Warden's love tunnel, exploring it through and through while mapping it in its entirety.

Meanwhile, the Warden trembled in Konrad's arms, gasping as her clutching of his neck grew more frantic still. Konrad's smile broadened, and he picked up the pace, unleas.h.i.+ng all the ethereal properties of his rod in one go. Pain made way to bliss, bliss made way to mind-consuming pa.s.sion, and as the Warden experienced the first plowing of her ancient life, Konrad's b.a.l.l.s smacked her a.s.s cheeks—his rod stuffed her to the brim.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

The pounding then began.

With every thrust, Konrad rocked the Warden's body, sending her into ecstasy as she wrapped arms and legs around him, folding like a b.u.t.terfly.

"Ahh...ahhh...ahhh....ohhh!"

The Warden's o.r.g.a.s.mic moans echoed, barreling the ears of Blood Nether who couldn't withstand their pressure. Faster, she rubbed her thighs against one another, driving herself into greater frustration as her body heard and craved the pounding ongoing a few meters away.

Moon moved between Konrad's legs, climbing on top of Blood Nether to suppress her legs, making her unable to provide herself with any form of relief. With no means to soother her aching needs, Blood Nether shook, s.h.i.+vering with the need of Konrad's rod down her c.u.n.t.

Alas, only the Warden received that treatment. Like a rapacious landlady, her c.u.n.t squeezed Konrad's c.o.c.k, demanding payment for its oh so delightful occupation in form of warm s.p.u.n.k.

Konrad's pace shot up, with his hips snaking and blurring as he went up and down the Warden's c.u.n.t. His c.o.c.k tensed, her walls tightened, and with a low growl, Konrad unleashed his load down her c.u.n.t, filling the love tunnel with an overflowing amount of s.p.u.n.k those greedy walls could wholly constrain. As if slammed by an unprecedented wave, the Warden's lips curled into an O shape, her eyes rolled back, and even as her body shook in ecstasy, her limbs gave out.

Konrad pulled out his c.o.c.k, letting his s.p.u.n.k trickle down the Warden's c.u.n.t as he lowered her onto the ground and stepped toward Blood Nether. Moon sidestepped, letting Konrad mount Regretless' wife, and stuff her hole with his ma.s.sive meat-rod.

"Ohhhh!"

Her mouth opened wide, and as Konrad pulled back, driving his c.o.c.k in that gripping s.n.a.t.c.h in a flurry of masterful thrusts, another pounding began. Moon didn't stay idle, silencing Blood Nether's moans by having her suck her c.u.n.t, as Konrad c.o.c.k devoured her love tunnel, filling her with bliss her husband couldn't even hope to provide.

Blood Nether's eyes rolled back, glazed with mind-numbing l.u.s.t and overpowering pleasure. The depravity of that instant conquered her whole, and as her tongue was snuck into Moon's c.u.n.t, her a.s.s rose to meet Konrad's thrusts. Little did she know that in that instant, he'd released her of all her bindings. All her hip moves stemmed from her alone, a fact she'd not acknowledge any time soon.

But she needed not.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

As Blood Nether squealed against Moon's c.u.n.t, Konrad hammered at her s.n.a.t.c.h, plowing her with waves of o.r.g.a.s.ms while his rod filled her with liters of s.p.u.n.k. As the Warden recovered, the three sweaty bodies entangled in the steamy room, indulging in waves upon waves of primal pa.s.sion.