Songstress Slut 1

[17:01] Bespectacled One: Mm.. Boo, red-leather minstrel~. How has your days been without getting brutally raped and bent over every chair in the tavarn by someone with a properly thick cock?

 

[17:02] Songstress: Oh it is you~! I was wondering from whence I would be meeting you again. Although your hair looks a touch more pink than I remember~.

[17:04] Bespectacled One glances over her spectacles at the songstress, a little grin on her lips. The rims of her glasswear the same color as her gorgeous locks. "Do you like it~? I think it's a multitude of times better than well.. Your general hairstyle."

 

[17:06] The Songstress smiles serenely, a small giggle emanating from her lips. "That just might be the case~. Good to see you are as rambunctious as ever!" she said with a chipper tone, not bothering to rise from her seat at the saloon. "How are you this fine day~?"

 

[17:11] The Bespectacled One fingered the rim of her mug of ale. Frothy and untouched, seemingly ordered for no other reason than to get close to this highly sought after woman she was beside. This woman's body was thick, and tightly clothed. Meat bulging against every hem and space it could find to an obscene, eye-catching degree. Her darkened cloth seeming almost to be a second skin, hard erect nubs, one upon each breast clearly stabbing into the curved edge of the top. Dipping so low into her immense cleavage it barely kept the things an inch-within-covered. "Well Darling.. I found you, now didn't I~? How do you.. Hrm.. Think, I feel this day~?" An audible chuckle crossing her lips, her long legs extending down from the barstool to the floor. That obscene length, that grotesque, veined monster, clearly hanging out gaudily against her knees, Only half-faccid, but clearly having torn whatever pair of stockings it was trapped in when she had entered the dark, dingy place. The yellow woman's skirt, doing very little to hide those titantic,churning nuts she was practically sitting upon, each the size of a good melon. "Or do you need to get a good waft first~?"

 

[17:22] The Songstress made note of her lover's untouched cup, an interesting game to play at. Her own clothes were far more reserved than the other might have remembered. The woman was clad in a high cut red silk gown that barely showed a hint of cleavage. In spite of this, her bosom still strained against the surface of the ornate fabric, each breast a bulging orb with a nipple for a peak poking out from the surface. Her rump was equally defined, the smooth fabric clearly straining to contain her massive rear. The singer merely smiled, shifting her position so she was reguarding the other's form the side of the bar instead of just tilting her head at her. Her flowing gilded hair was as long as ever, drifting as she shifted positions. Something else somewhat different was a small gold circlet that adorned her head bet to look like a vine with various red roses sprouting from it. "I think I can hazard a guess..." the minstrel said with a weak smile. "I'm afraid rough play doesn't suit my fancy just now. You've caught me in a warm and snugly mood, which I doubt appeals to your sensibilities." se said with a frown. "It is a pleasure chatting with you though, and if you would be interested in a more snuggly game this eve, do let me know~."

 

[17:32] The Bespectacled One licked her lips in a slow, steady circle staring blatantly at the singer and her assets. It took a special woman - or at the very least a deliciously buxom one - to make being completely covered in clothes to be just as tantalizing and dick-hardening as when she wore little. And unluckily for this gal - she was one of them. Even the gaudy golden accessory in her hair, interlaced with red roses that encapsulated one side of her face cupped by her lengthy locks of hair, seemed to exemplify her beauty. The bespectacled woman thought for a few brief moments, dragging the mug to her lips and downing it in three loud gulps - pausing in the middle of the final one. She lunged at the singer and intertwined her plump mouth pieces to the other's own. Her long red tongue snaking out, a hand firmly grasping the cusp of the Songstress's top to keep her from pulling away. Droplets of ale, showering down onto the pricey cloth, the tongue barreling into her mouth, forcefully spreading apart her maw. The red muscle working like some conduit, and transfering the low quality, back-alley moonshine from one woman's mouth. to the other. The crimson eyed woman dragging her tongue along the other's teeth, sloppily tasting the woman's form as the Alcohol was hopefully ingested. Ten seconds, thirty passed. The half-clothed damsel seemingly indulging herself in the tastes of the other's mouth. The dripping alcohol, soon replaced by messy strands of saliva. Her face red and flushed, as she pulled away. A sly grin on her lips. "As long as it means I get to feel that hot body of yours pressed against mine, sweaty, sticky skin peeling off of each other as we lazily rut upstairs~? I.. Suppose I could not smack you across the face with my cock and rape you right now~."

 

[17:47] The songstress smiled gently at her lover's wandering eye, the feel of being looked at with those hungry eyes causing a warm feeling to rush through her body. A weak shudder of excitement ran through her at the way those eye caressed the expanse of her bloated bosom, the way they lingered on the tips of her nipples making her cheeks blush all the darker. A sigh escaped her lips when those eye were off her, not because she was anyway uncomfortable with being looked at that way, but more because the tension in the air had dissipated. She eyed the other woman downing her ale with a slight bit of melancholy, having not expected the other to stay at such an offer anyway. She just was not the sort for that sort of- Suddenly the scent of ale was overpowering her, for a fleeting second the songstress saw the woman's lips lock with hers, and her body melted into a series of shudders. She could feel the woman's tongue pushing into the deepest recesses of her throat, the heady taste of alcohol entering and consuming her. Crimson adorned the Songstress's cheeks now, her face turning scarlet from both the shock of being kissed and the sudden bit of alcohol. A moan escaped her plump lips at the tongue burshing against her cheek, her emerald eyes glowing with a mixture of arousal and dreamy serenity. The songstress pushed into her lover's grasp, affectionately pressing her bosom into the other woman, her hard nips brushing against the other woman's chest. "You'll get to feel every dicey sensation of our flesh pressing together, of that lovely grim and spunk covering the both of us as we melt into each others arms~." she whispered, her head somewhat spinning as she slowly began to rise. Gods...she was such a lightweight!

 

[17:59] Bespectacled One could only smile triumphantly as the woman muttered out lowly for only her ears in the crowded bar. The tongue slithering out of her lips, to playfully flick at the other's. Their hot breathes intermingling in the sparse few seconds it took the Songstress to let out such a lewd and lascivious proclaimation of exactly what was going to be happening further in the night. Even as amply-endowned as the Singer was, her chest still paled in comparison to her new 'lover's own orbs, erect nubs stabbing into eachother for the brief few seconds the minstrel was completely incapable of holding her more devious desires back. Crimson eyes, locked with her emerald own as if calling her to challenge, to make her statements real - right then and there - before she broke away and righted her delictable body. The beautiful woman beside her standing upright just along with her - cheeks flushed just the same, but clearly nowhere near as affected as her by the drink. The influence of simply being near such a body without immediately fucking it far more powerful than any drug. That monster between her legs, blatantly roaring into life - but that would come later, the hued woman thought. A hand reaching out to the Singer - not to grasp at the other's, but to plant itself on her thick, meaty ass. To cause the already strained fabric, to tear ever-so-slightly at the seams from just how deeply her fingers were digging into that rotund behind. The immense woman, towering a foot or two above the Songstress keeping a firm handle on the ass, as she dragged - nay, bodily pulled the Singer, side by side towards the upstairs. A large tankard of the same warm slop she had just guzzled down in her off hand, the keyring to her room deftly wrapped around her middle digit. A light push ont he Singer's rump, suddenly had her falling into the steps. whilst the woman looked at the keyring, denoting a room and number. "Room thirteen.. Lead the way, Singer. I can't have you dragging me down with my drink in hand up this flight, after all. We'll be needing this for later~."

 

[18:25]The Songstress gasped at the feel of that tongue flicking against her own, the hint of red upon her cheeks only growing all the more from the sensation of taking in one another’s breathe. The sheer scent of the other woman’s ale drowned pants was enough to almost send the blonde teetering, her body shivering weakly in place. Now taking a moment to drink in her lover, her own eyes locked onto that absurdly large bosom, each emerald orb fondling away at those massive tits with only a look. As if remembering herself, the singer shook, trying to regain her focus. Her emerald eyes locked with those scarlet ones as she was about to pull away, and for a fleeting moment she was lost in those pools, consumed by the hunger lingering in them. She wondered if the slowly building heat inside her was just as obvious. With all the grace one might expect of an alcohol drowned swan, the singer stumbled away, her arms out to either side to try and keep her balance. Looking back at her lover, the songstress giggled at the sight of that massive rod, clearly eager to find itself planted in all the right places. Leaning in close, she gave the member a gentle stroke as she was lead along by her ass to the stairwell. She moaned at the feel of her ass being clutched like that, all the while affectionately stroking at that rod, her body pressed into the other’s as they made their way over towards the stairs. She nodded in understanding, slowly pulling away from her lover’s member and making her way up those stairs. Her rump shuddered with each motion, those giant cheeks swaying visible beneath the red gown. The tear that had been made caused the slut’s dark black panties to flash and twist about in the torch light of the in as she scampered up the stairs. On occasion she almost tripped, her ass flaring out unexpectedly to almost tap the dominant one in the face before she continued up. Eventually she arrived at a room towards the top of one of the stairwells, a door on the far side of the tavern that seemed well insulated from the rest of the establishment.

 

[18:37] Bespectacled Woman was almost completely incapable of smashing her face into those round ass cheeks that the singer 'accidentally' shown off to her each time she tripped and wobbled up the stairs. Practically gnawing on her lower lip by the time they reached the highest point, the sloppy sound of her monstrous shaft leaking out foul juices just barely audible in the dim noise of the bar below. That turgid shaft, that felt like it was burning the Singer's palm for the few moments she had smacked against her flesh. Like a warmed rod of metal that had been left in the sun for far too long. Even with the lightest of touches - the pulsating and throbbing shaft was still felt against her skin like some sort of longing lover. The color-adjusted woman's gait was stilted, each step sending a quake of pleasure through her form as the meatrod smacked against her thighs obscenely until she finally stood beside the Songstress near the door. At foot level - up to their thighs - was a cage of wooden poles that allowed the residents, to look down upon the tavarn goers giving their feet a dim light coupled with the flickering of a torch hallway down the hall. The darkened atmosphere, seeming almost homely and subdued compared to the boisterois noise they just left. The crimson eyes eating up every inch of the other's form, clearly doubting how long the lull would last, never breaking from the succulent meat that covered the other's body, as she stuffe dhte key into the keyhole with force. Causing the wooden frame to shudder in it's hinges, before the light click singnaled it was undone - the door swining open with no push, showing off the room. The planks of wood that made up the floor, just barely lit from the chandelier that made tha Tavern's major light fixture, flickering through the beams of lacquered wood tantilizingly. The bed, covered in what seemed to be little more than coarse, rough linen that could scarcely be called a blanket. The cheap moonshine in her lover's left hand, and the cheapnes of this room, quite clearly making it known just what the Songstress had stumbled upstairs with. However, her partner strode in triumphantly - uncaring about the dull noise of the bar below. Uncaring about how frugal she looked, uncaring, as she grasped the whore's free hand and dragged her bodily into the confines - uncaring that she 'accidentally' caused the other's obscene mammaries to smash into the door frame for a few brief moments, before following her. She downed another few gulps of tangy alcohol, leaving the door wide open - and parted her lips just as wide. Tongue outstretched, drool cascading down her chin, mixing with another liquid that stung the nostrils. Her mouth filled to the brim with warming alcohol - a clear invitation to the Singer, if there ever was one.

 

[19:05] The Singer blushed at the familiar sound of her lover’s balls wafting and turning about with spunk. It had been so long since she’d heard those seas of cum squelching about inside, making her entire body shiver with heady excitement. It helped that the alcohol was completely removing any sense of inhibition she had, making her waver weakly on her legs as she waited for the other to catch up. Each shake caused her bosom to jiggle, the high cut neck of the woman’s blouse starting to sag slightly to reveal ample amounts of cleavage from within that strained containment of silk. She blushed at the feel of those hungry eyes on her, her back arching to press her bosom out for the woman to ogle all the more, those twin canisters of tit flesh pressing up against the woman as she slowly entered the chamber. The songwriter’s own eyes set to wandering, looking over the other’s plump rump. The alcohol making her the slightest bit risqué, she gave the rump a playful squeeze before rushing in after the other woman, her breasts slamming into the doorway so hard that a small rip formed in the gown, revealing the underside of one of her breasts. The minstrel seemed unphased by the chamber’s adornments, her eyes utterly locked onto her lover’s voluptuous frame.. She needed no further invitation, her face shooting out to meet the other woman’s and guzzling down the mix of alcohol and saliva. The songstress pressed hotly into her, the whole of her body being used to pin the other woman slightly against the wall as her tongue lapped up the mix of drizzle between the two of them. Her bright emerald eyes stared into those red orbs, each one glinting with kindled desire. Her hands straddled the other’s rump, giving it a loving squeeze before breaking off the kiss, sliding down the front of the woman with her ripped dress. The Minstrel wrapped her still tightly confined breasts around the length of that meaty rod, giving its tip a loving kiss before slowly running the whole of her body back up the woman’s length. She ended against with a impassioned kiss against the other woman’s lips, her hands resting on her rod, giving it loving strokes before whispering, “Still as irresistible as last time~.” With a purr.

 

[19:20] Bespectacled Woman freely explored the Songstress's mouth with her alcohol-drenched tongue with reckless abandon. The lengthy muscle stabbing into the depths of her gullet, tickling at the back of her neck as she openly gulped down the obscene mixture that lulled her mind and filled it with the most risque of thoughts. The tight clothing she wore, already askew. One obscene udder, pale and bared for every passerby of the doorway - and any of those lucky enough to glance up from the floor. The white-capped woman letting out an whorish, uncharastically loud moan from the singer's 'tender' ministration, of using the entire front of her body as lttle more than something to grind against her lover's immense meat rod. The light stench of cunt it wafted - barely perceptible underneath the heady aroma of alcohol now surrounding the two, reminding the songstress' just who exactly she was with again - even if her fingertips groped and dug into one of hte meatiest asses she had felt up in a long time. The bespectacled beauty's rims fogged up with her already panted and heavy breathes, exhales fast and quick as it took most of her willpower to not wrench every strand and fiber covering the Minstrel's buxom form to bits righ tthen and there. Their mixture of drool, flowing down and splattering against both of their tops - or in the dominant one's case, soaking into the depth so fher warm, titanic cleavage. Those crimson eyes, hazy and unfocused - staring not at the other's eyes. But at her. The churning of her nuts, of that massive fuck pilliar mixed with the cheap drinks clearly shutting down her higher capacity for silly things like 'hesitation'. A hand - immediately outstretched, stuffing itself underneath her dress, right into the ripped hole that bared erotically the hanging teat. Cold fingertips, finding the hard nub of flesh that stabbed into her flimsy dress so blatantly and twisted. Nails digging into the hard flesh unapologetically, her lover watching for her response. Her cock, pulsating and radiating heat like a forge against the palms of her groping, clawing hands. Her aubergine lover made no movements to unpin herself from the wall, pulling the Songstress in by the fierce tit grope. A leg, strapping itself around the other's thick flank as if to keep her from dragging her body too far. Enjoying the warmth of their stomachs smashed together, of the other's hand's firmly trapped between their thighs and cock. The red eyes, inching closer as the lips below kissed against her mouth once more. Tongue flaying out, scrapping and flicking against her gums beneath her tongue. Her lover, breaking the kisses for nary more than a few moments to finally mutter out. "The same to you, song-stress. .Or do you think this cock of mine just gets hard for any floozy I see~?" The backhanded compliment should have stung, but with the fierce flavor of liquor drowning their kisses, it was hard to say it mattered.

 

[19:48] Songstress The Bespectacled woman was not the only one who’s mind was being absolutely stuffed with the most obscene of thoughts. The singer smiled at her with those starving eyes that demanded to be closer, that craved every touch of the other woman. The woman’s hand reached out to her lover’s exposed bosom, giving it a loving squeeze while she ran her tongue up and down the other woman’s neck, planting kisses every couple of inches. She shuddered at the sound of her lover’s uncharacteristic moan, her entire body shivering at the mere feel of the other woman’s luscious frame pressing up against her. Every part of her lover screamed sex, from those udders that could put any cow to shame, to that ass that was so much fun to squeeze, to that massive rod that could tame anyone…she was the living picture of sensuality. The songstress found the stench of the other woman’s cum just as intoxicating as the overpowering ale, her nostril twitching in rapt attention at that mixture of two of the most sensual aromas she’d ever had the blessing of taking in. The Singer lovingly stroked at that bulging rod with her hands now, kneeling to her legs as she licked up the whole of its length, letting the stench flare into her depths, making her lips water and her eyes glaze over. That was when she suddenly felt her body grabbed, the sensation of her breast being yanked forcing her to rise with a deep moan. “U-Ummphhh….oooohhhhhhh!” she moaned, her entire face now as red as a cherry from the blood rushing to fill her face. The feeling of the heat of that rod having seared into her hands and tongue, the desire to be forged like a blade by the hammer that was that dick reducing her to shudders and coos. She meeped at the feel of her rump being cordoned off by the other’s foot, a lusty sigh escaping her lips at the feel of being locked against her lover’s body. In mere moments the Songstress’s cheeks were filled with the sensation of the other woman’s tongue exploring, diving into the deepest parts of her recesses. She winced, shivered, and melted all at once. In one fluid motion, she undid her red gown, revealing a secret clasp that held the whole garment together. She pressed her parceling white skin against the other, the silky soft flesh already beading with sweat. The songstress wrapped her arms tightly around the other, looking up at her with those glowing emerald eyes. “Please…umph…Please won’t you sheath it inside me~?” she whispered, “I need to feel it inside~” she whispered with a weak moan.

 

[20:06] Bespectacled Woman kicked away the remnants of the Songstress's garment as she broke the clasp - and made her gown little more than a tattered rag around her feet. Making certain that there was simply no chance at 'hiding' it. That they were going to fuck, and rut, and that monster cock was going to be sheathed. The archs and long laps of the Songstress's tongue across her neck flesh, tanged with the salty flavor of sweat that was steadily building to a glistening layer against her lover's pale skin. Her tight clothes, becoming darkened and soaked from the oppressive heat between the two lovers. This only served to amplify my magnitudes, the ungodly aroma that radiated out from her loins. That made it more than clear to the Singer exactly what was in store for her, and that it had been sold to tens of women before. Even as she kneeled, those titanic, sloshing cum factories twitched and churned, contiously leaking thick globules of pre-jizz out of the finger-wide cockslit that adorned that engorged and red tip atop her fuck pilliar. Just as the Bespectacled Woman's own form radiated out pure, unadulterated lusts and breeding, she couldn't help but view the Songstress's in the exact same fucking way. That this was someone that was born to be pounded senseless by her cock until neither of them could fucking move. The bespectacled one's breathes practically coming out in waves of mists, falling and cloying onto the Songstress's skin. Her lover leaned forward - heavily on her body, so much so they were teteering on falling onto the floor below. "I'll do more than sheathe it inside you~. Your womb, is going to be it's new home when I'm fucking done~." Her slurred speech only having a slight impact on the powerful arousal that laced every syllable of her words, as she finally thrust the remainder of her weight forward - barreling down ontop of the exposed whore and bringing the two of them onto the ground below. The flickering and swaying light of the Chandelier through the Tavarn's barred viewpoint, displaying her mate's goosebump covered skin in all their form. Her lover's hands, planted on either side of her skull. Entwined and wrapped, combing through her blonde locks before nails dug into the wood. Creating long, chisled claw marks that would now be a permanent tarnish upon the lengths they laid upon. Drool, splattered down onto the slut's obscene breasts, her lover's mouth agape. Crimson eyes, staring down at the curve of her neck, her beautiful green eyes - all clearly in an attempt to contain herself, as that immense girl-cock lewdly smacked against her exposed stomach. The radiated heat, feeling as if she had just be tossed into a forge. That massive fuck-staff of veined meat. thicker than her arm and reaching well past her navel, threatening to stab into her teats. Hefty balls, hung from her thighs - and slimy smashed against the other's own. She could feel them quake and quiver, readying themselves for the first delight - and not unlikely, the last. Even hotter than the shaft, just their mere presence against her skin felt as if they were scalding and burning away all the thoughts outside of rutting that were left inside her rattled mind. "Mrmph... How can I..." By the God's, her breathes were ragged. Her large breasts scrapping against the whore's as they hung freely beneath her ribcage. "Sheath, if I cannot see the hole~? Spread yourself, Songstress... For me~."

 

[20:40] Every bit of salty tang overwhelmed the singer’s sense of taste, the sensation of her lover’s silky soft body against her tongue making her form shudder. The mixed taste of salt and past semen that even managed to reach upon the woman’s body made the songstress quake in delight, her entire body absolutely overjoyed at the sensation of getting to lap up her mistress’s beauty. The heat that emanated between the two of them made her feel as though she really was about to melt into a puddle. Where any other time she had felt more cool at stepping out of her clothes, now she felt an extreme heat unlike anything she had ever felt before. The Singer pressed herself lovingly down towards her lover’s rod, taking in the glorious taste of spunk and past exploits that emanated through the whole of the massive rod. Every flavor, every scent, every single part of this moment absolutely enthralled her, spell biding her and turning her into a lusty anima. Those emerald eyes glowed like sparks, each one transfixed on that massive member. “So perfect~.” She whispered, her voice like the softest satin. She found herself not only licking that massive member, but also running kisses up and down its length. When those final words slipped into her ears her heart almost skipped a beat. “Oh gods yet…p-please! Please fill my womb and make me full. I-I need to be not just your sheath, but your cock’s home~.” She whispered, her entire body shuddering with the feel of her lover starting to tower over her, threatening to collapse atop her at any moment. She gasped, The Songstress shivered at the feel of being so completely and utterly overshadowed, her entire body a wreathing mess of flesh. She wasn’t scared, so much as excited by the prospect of being entered by this woman’s gaping member. What was a threat moments ago was fulfilled, her breasts gliding around the entirety of that member, those soft silky white boobs that had a hint of vanilla perfume wafting from them being utterly marked by the precum dripping from the other woman’s flaring cock. She locked eyes with the woman, a knowing smile appearing on her lips as she stared up into those perfect scarlet orbs. “Please…take everything…” she whispered. The feel of the woman’s saliva dancing on her bosom made her blush all the deeper. Her searing hot innards were begging, pleading to be filled now. Slowly, she slid up, using her hands to guide her back, and lifted up her thighs so that her bright pink entrance practically glowed in the chandelier light. Liquid was already dripping from her snatch, clearly longing for something to slam into its depths. “P-Please…won’t you step into my palace…king?” she wisped.

 

[20:59] Bespectacled Woman eyes glinted with delight at the finale of her words. 'King'. Her body practically quaked in unadulterated pleasure waving through her body at the utterance of just a singular word passing through those plump lips. She was this woman's ruler, in all totality and she intended to indulge in every second of it. Collapsed onto her, the yellow-haired ruler did. Tits smashing against the pre-jizz laden udders the woman sported. That light perfume of vanilla, the sweet scents the tart once gave off - murkily driven away by more rancid stenches. The thick, goey strands of pre-jizz that arched up and down her front now, testament to what she was about to become. Yellowish and off-tint, they stuck out against her pale skin, blatantly making it clear that she was marked. The flavor of alcohol still wafted from the Bespectacled Woman's tongue, hanging inches above her skull lazily, as she took the harlot up on her offer. A low voice, muttering out. "Your palace will be mine, and only mine, now... Concubine~." That last word, marking the brutal thrust downward. That smashed the songstress's fat ass into the floor below, as that flared equine-esque cockshaft absolutely destroyed what remained of her cervix. Of how between the compacted together bodies, the Bespectacled Woman could feel that absurd length prodding into her own stomch, from the bulge throbbing in the depths of the Songstress's womb. A loud, guttural moan crossing her lips - as if it was some cry of a beasts - making the dull noise of the tavarn below suddenly fall quiet. But there was little time to bother with worrying of it's significance - the coiling, the writhing mounds of flesh wrapped and constricting around her massive fuckpole were far too important. Her hips instictly drawing themselves back, dragigng out long, gloppy lines of cunt-juice that connected ballsac, to pusssy, flecking out in lengthy tendrils onto the floor beneath them as she hilted herself again, and again, and again. There was no stopping this woman's lust, now that she had finally acquired her long sought after prize. No, this whore's womb, this whore's very walls that made the length of her 'palace' were going to be morphed. They were going to be contorted and fixed to fit this monstrosity of a cock that had so long ached to reside were it was now quite aptly making itself at 'home'. With every ball-smacking pound, her cunt was 'destroyed' little by little. What was once a tight, plyable hole, was swiftly becoming the sole oriface this cock would ever possibly be sated by. The Bespectacled One tilting her head downwards as every pound pushed their entanlged bodies inches along the ground. The hardwood floor splinting and stabbing into the Singer's skin delicately from the sheer force of the cock-slams into her, but her lover doubted she had a mind in her head at that point. The bespectacled voluptious lover extending her red-muscle outwards to lap and lick at the Songstress's face. Slathering her entire visage in drool, and further masking the whore's own scents with her own. The songstress was getting what she had so ravenously asked for. She was being sheathed relentlessly. Massive cum factories smashing into her legs, sweat and drool soaking into the wood around them, the very air itself little more than stench-laced-with-oxygen. She was being made the home of a cock. And the Bespectacled One?

 

She couldn't help but absolutely fucking love every pulsating, twitching spasm of the cunt she was ruining.

 

[21:21] The Songstress initially gasped at being collapsed onto, her hot emerald eyes staring into those scarlet ones, the mutual craving and hunger threatening to tare the both of them apart. Although judging by how this was progressing, at least one of them was going to be in tattered by the time this was through. She shuddered at the feel of that searing heat approaching her snatch, hovering on the outside of those wet soaked folds. Her entire body shivered at the Titan being so close, her entire body jittering in excitement. A new scent mingled among the medley of vanilla, sweat, and cock, the scent of her innermost folds waiting to be plundered. With that final word, her mouth shot open, her body arching in preparatory shock. When the rod rammed into her depths, the songstress's head shot back and a wail louder than any scream that had ever been heard in the hall cut through any conversation that might have been starting up. The piercing scream shot through everything, causing glasses to shatter in several places. The woman weakly moaned, her eyes dripping tears as blood gushed from her vagina. For all her taunts and teases, for all her coy games and love affairs…it looked like this massive fuckstaff was going to be her first. She pressed her lips to the woman, kissing her as tightly as she could, her entire body trembling, her shimmering sea of gold hair covering with grime from the floor and their fluids. “You…are amazing~.” She whispered weakly, still shuddering. The Singer moaned, smiling through the tears. She latched onto the other woman’s breasts squeezing them as if trying to milk them, trying to yank them from her as she glided into her deepest parts. Moan upon moan emanated from the ruined woman as her cervix was battered, filled, emptied, and then battered again. Her entire body began to feel heavy, began to shudder about with the continued sheathing and resheathing. Several times clear liquids gushed from her depths, forming sea upon sea of rancid liquids that spilled out onto the floor with the force of each removal of her lover’s member. Her eyes began to cross now, her lips forming an absurd face. “Oh god yes…oh god take me, take me like that!” she wailed now, trying to tighten her overstretched innards around the full extent of that massive member. “Please…come inside…I want you…to fill me up…” she whispered, kissing into those lips again, tears still streaming down her face. Her eyes were completely glazed over now, her tongue dangling from her mouth, thrashing about with each thrust.

 

[21:44] Bespectacled Woman panted into her ear, tongue lazily lapping at the outstretched and limp muscle the woman had hanging out of her agape mouth. The Dickgirl, openly, rancidly drooling into her maw. Saliva cascading down her chin and spilling into the warm confines of the other's mouth freely. Her thrust's never faltered, not even as the pool around them - the rancid deluge of pre-jizz and cunt juices - literally soaked trhough the floorboards and dripped down upon the skulls of the patrons below. Not as her balls were chaffed and sore, from smasking and slamming into the floor over, and over again. In her mind - that was simply proper churning of her swimmers. The light scent of iron in the air, simply a pleasant notch onto her belt - another virgin's pussy now worthless for any other cock besides this titanic being's own. The pain in her hefty teats that the Songstress sunk her finger's into, only spurring the cock-weilder to slam it in all the harder. Her whorish moans and gutteral cries of pleasure were unrestrained. The dim silence of the bar, listening to the two as one thrust and fucked the other. As the second floor visibly quaked, dust and debris stuck there from years of smoke circling in the tavarn's rafters, falling down upon the other patron's heads. This was not fucking, this was brutal, relentless mating. Her lover made no motion to respond to her cries and whimpered sobs of adoration and praise. There was no need to - she knew what this poor, gushing cunt and weak-legged woman needed in her life now. That there was little else to her existence, after this brutal fucking she had been through as a virgin. Other slut's, had been sparred of this fate. Other girl's, well-used and stretched out - were given the option. This taudy whore? This taunting minstrel who had made her massive member rigid, time and time again with no relief - she had no choice. She had no say. Her lover, deciding to simply take what was rightfully hers. A purple-nailed hand flecking out from the side of the singer's skull, suddenly twisting her jaw and exposing her sweat-soaked, glistening neck to her lover's crimson eyes. The moaned, whimpering lips of her lover descending downwards through every brutal slam. Every ball-churning slap. Her tongue, extending. Licking over her jugular in a tantalizing manner, tickling at her throat.. Before pain. It wasn't an absurd pain, a twinge of nerves crying in horror as her lover's crimson eyes had finally closed for the first time. Jaw spread wide, as teeth - canines - sunk down into her flesh. Drawing blood in the lightest of sense, the azure-haired Goddess was practically sucking against her neck, teeth digging into the smooth, untouched flesh roughly as she was pinned by the throat beneath her lover. For good reason to, as the vibrations of her loudest moan yet were unfettered by the flesh - reveberating downstairs audibly for all to hear as this being finally came. As her massive nuts smashed against the floor - strings of cunt juice and gushed out fluids clinging to her nuts pathetically as they twitched and spasmed. The Whore could feel that monstrous length engorging itself inside her, as the shaft was pumped full of semen - up to the tip. Where all her thoughts were washed away in a heartbeat. That rancid, yellowish and off-tint dick slime gushing out of the cockslit like a tsunami. It did not come int ways. The tar-thick, swimmer-filled baby batter simply flooded. The whore feeling every single one of the trillions of tadpole, voracious swimmers slamming into her ovarian tubes. Of her eggs, her ovaries being dominated by her lover's intense seed. There was no quarter, and in the depths of her mind she knew she was little more than bred, holding Goddess-knows how many children of this woman who had brutally taken her virginity, and was now busy gnawing on her fucking neck. Who was bloating her stomach full of so much seed, she already looked months along.

 

The minutes ticked by as the panted human was pressed against her, clamped down fiercely on her neck as her turgid dick spewed load, after load of virile spunk inside of her. Finally dragging away - fierce looking, black and blue teeth marks clearly upon her neck. A 'love bite' - but far more harsh. Strands of her saliva and spittle connecting her lips to the other's neck, and she muttered out a singular phrase. Looking at the Emerald eye's of the one below her, ruined by the throes of her orgasm.

 

"You're mine."