Songstress Slut 2

[2015/10/20]Bespectacled One: Hey there, gorgeous ministrel slut~

 

[2015/10/20]Songstress: Good evening my king~.

 

[2015/10/20]Bespectacled One: Oh my. Are you attempting to make this turgid cock of mine rigid within the first few lines you say to me~?

 

[2015/10/20]Bespectacled One: Not that I exactly mind... With that bloated belly of yours, filled to the brim with my bastards. Its hard not to glance over at you and want to breed another batch~.

 

[2015/10/20]Bespectacled One: Mm.. But I suppose the gorgeous songstress who had her vocal cords stretched for the first time in years - amongst with the entirety of her torso - is likely busy~. Enjoy whatever.. Fat cock, is scrapping out your insides~.

 

[2015/10/20]Songstress The bard's cheeks turned dark red at that, her eyes growing wide at Bespectacled One's taunting little jeer. She huffed slightly, straining to move. Unfortunately her giant bloated middle was so big that she had trouble even standing, let alone doing anything else. She weakly waddled towards Bespectacled One, leaning against her. The bard's bright green leather armour couldn't even contend with her now, her bloated belly a giant dome of clear white visible for all to see. "Look...you went and ruined me king~." she mewled into Bespectacled One's ear.

 

[2015/10/20]Bespectacled One lifted a knee up slowly, sliding the cap between the Bard's meaty, fat thighs - and implanting the knob right into the Bard's cunt through whatever pathetic excuse of red-leather armor she wore now. A hand possessively clawing its way over her pale, bloated belly. Long red lines following after her nails that she scrapped along her tender flesh. Bespectacled One letting out a soft moan of delight, enjoying the feeling of the heat of her spawn inside the Songstress's belly against her fingertips. Her mouth breaking apart, agape as she smashed her lip's intot he Singer's own and slithered her tongue wantonly out. Tasting her lover once more in a deep, heady kiss. Her fat, half-flaccid cock depravedly smashed into the Bard's leg, drooling what felt like pre-jizz and the slick slime of unwashed cunt juices - her cunt juices rancidly against her skin. "Concubine... This is a blessing. This is an improvement. Now when some limp-dicked male comes to hit on you, and you just can't help yourself but give him a teasing smile and fluttering eye lashes.. He'll eventually, maybe in an ahour or two look past your obscene, milk-leaking slut udders and see your massive stomach.. And know. You're already claimed. You don't need any other cocks in your life besides mine~."

 

 [22:08] Songstress: A cry of surprise mixed with pain shot from the bard's lips at the feel of those claws running along her soft puffy white belly. "Umph....b-be careful! You wouldn't want to hurt the little ones king..." she whispered. Several thrashes could be felt form inside the depths of Songstress's belly as Bespectacled One's offspring came awake, apparently rather perturbed by the deep slashing feeling that had run into the bard's womb. The heat from Songstress's innards intensified, growing all the more pronounced the more Bespectacled One's hands moved across that overbloated orb easily the size of several basketballs staked end to end. Songstress squeaked at the feel of the sudden kiss, her cheeks only growing more and more full of scarlet as her face was mashed into over and over by Bespectacled One. Songstress found herself instinctively pushing her thighs against Bespectacled One's rod now, her entire body shuddering with excitement. The scent of the woman's musk overwhelmed Songstress, the feel of that precum drizzling on her legs sent the bard into a frenzy. Suddering with a blissful smile, she found herself nodding her head in agreement. "I-I already had that happen...I was at a bar and a man started chatting me up. But as soon as I turned to face him and he saw this belly...he stumbled out of the bar in a run." The bard pouted... "You've ruined me for others king..." she said.

 

[22:18] Bespectacled One broke the kiss with another soft little moan. Her cock twitching and pulsating against the bard's thighs - swiftly hardening and growing more and more rigid as the second's ticked by. That obscene heat, that red-hot rod of iron, made flesh stirring to life between the bard's thighs. Stabbing out between her legs - forcing apart her meaty thighs to make room for the titatic shaft, that obscenely was starting to stab into the air behind her. Physically lifting upt he cheeks of her rotund ass by it's sheer girth, pre-jizz already gushing out of the massive cock-slit. Her body, feeling ever-so-slightly lighter as it instictively allowed some of it's weight to be hefted by the grotesque, vein-laced member Bespectacled One called her cock. Her fat churning balls, becoming covered in a warm layer of sweat as the seconds ticked by, wafting up that palpable, pheromone laced aroma. The putrid stench of an Alpha to every fucking person's nostrils within a mile.. Condensed, into the small inn-room they shared. Her king taking no head of her plea - simply digging her fingers all the harsher into that round stomach. Seeming to intentionally stab and claw across her skin the more her womb churned with the multitude of bastards pressed in ontop of one another inside of her. Like some depraved acknowledgement that the lives that existed inside of her, were there. "No, concubine.. Is your skin still pristine? Does your blonde locks, still look natural? Does your tongue, still taste the flavor of an apple when bitten into, instead of the taint of my balls? You are not ruined yet. You are simply in the process of being made to my tastes." The woman shifting her hips, her massive fuck pillar sliding up between her thighs and smashing directly against her stretched out, and ruined labia. Spreading apart the lips of her cunt against the scalding heat of her cock.

 

"It just so happens my tastes fall upon every last single fucking one of those things happening to you~."

[22:32] Songstress A haughty pant shot from Songstress's lips at the feel of that giant cocks growing rigid between her thighs. While her body was eased down over it, she squeaked in amazement at the feel of it spreading her giant asscheeks apart, that wonderful giant member shooting bits upon bit of precum. The bard instinctively shot down to the member, liking up bit after bit of the cum that emanated from her king's shaft. Th bard lovingly slid her arms around the woman's rod, weakly hugging it, taking in all of those lovely fumes as best she could. "Umph...you are so...gods...my king you...ooohh just being near you makes it hard for me to think~." she cooed, her emerald eyes growing somewhat hazy and distant. Songstress bit down on her lower lip at the feel of those claws continuing to mark up that beautiful white orb, the various red marks growing angrier and angrier with each slash. The scarlet scarf Songstress boar around her neck slid off, revealing the black and blue tattered markings that ran up and down its length. The bard practically melted in Bespectacled One's grasp, her body utterly relaxing, ready to be molded by her King. The various scratches only made the woman's belly jab and jostle about all the more, becoming a mess of movement and action, an orb packed with her king's babes. "H-OH! You really do want me to become nothing but a breeding whore...don't you! N-Not even a reflection of the elegance I had before you..umph! T-Tamed me!" She moaned in agony at the feel of that giant pillar starting to smash into that utterly ruined cunt. "Oh gods...S-So big! I-I still haven't recovered from last time!" She wailed with a mixture of pain and ecstasy, her body instinctively undulating, her hips already setting to buckling against the other woman's member.

 

[22:42] Bespectacled One grinned at the bard, her only free hand going up to her scalp and slowly digging through her blonde locks of hair. A faint smile on her lips, crimson eyes locked to the other's bruised and bitten neck. Her rigid cockshaft throbbed and pulsated against the Bard's thighs, sending every beat of her King's heart straight into her meaty cunt without so much as a warning. "Again.. You aren't tamed.. Yet. You aren't trained. You're merely broken." She said coyly, taking a few staggered steps backwards, the hand that was clawing the woman's bloated belly - pushing against it, sliding her rather unceremoniously off the massive fuck staff. THe ridge of her member digging into her lips, spewing a hot wad of pre-ejaculate directly against the folds, before finally swinging free and hanging between the pink woman's long legs. The cock head, smashed against her shins, absurdly looking akin to some grotesque, vein-coated third leg. "Are you sure you haven't recovered..? I was oh-so-hoping to get the next batch of breeders acquainted with what was going to ruin them for every day after they become cute enough~." The tone of her voice making it clear her depraved desire to fuck her own daughters, was more than just a sick fantasy. It was a promise. "But... I suppose it does need to be clean." This fact, accentuated lasciviously by the sudden splatter of thick, ropey pre-jizz against the hardwood floor. Darkened and still wet by the previous rutting the pair had done. Albeit, this time - the door was closed. Allowing the two to be entrapped in their own pungent stench of sex and pheromones. "Your throat, is next.. Kneel, Concubine. Your King needs your tongue, and not for talking~." Mercy, perhaps - her battered nethers wouldn't be destroyed even further, at least at the moment. But the thought of taking something that literally was thicker than her neck down her gullet seemed like an almost impossible task... But her King had already changed her form so much, with little more than one virile load of ballsnot... THere could be other changes simply waiting to be discovered~.

 

 [23:08] Songstress panted at the feel of the other woman's pulse pounding, the sensation of having her right up against her making the bard shudder. The feeling of that hard rod against her meaty folds was always almost enough to send her over the edge, the added feel of it jammed so fast and harshly into her was absolutely mind numbing. Songstress cried out at suddenly being thrust to the floor, her body scrambling to right herself but ultimately ending with her landing on her belly. The little ones within did not care for that in the slightest, her red scared belly becoming a cauldron of intense kicks and motions. "OOhhh! B-Be careful! You are being so rough today~!" The bard squeaked, her body shivering. "T-Trained? How are you going to train me?" She whispered, a hint of fear in those words. It was quite one thing to be utterly broken, but to train, to morph into something else? It'd be something the bard had never experienced before. The bard gasped at Bespectacled One's suggestion, her cheeks flushing with a bit of outrage now, "Y-You can't mean to...to do what you do to me to them?" She whispered, the notes of fear becoming all the more pronounced. It looked like the bard hadn't fully understood just what shed agreed to from that one night's romp. Songstress's eyes focused on the other woman's rod as it spewed rope upon rope of pre all over everything. Songstress was already leaning over on her knees when told to kneel, so instead she scraped the base of her belly against the floor, moving along its stony surface until she was lined up with the woman's rod. The bard eyes the rod meekly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "A-As you wish king..." she said, before forcefully tossing her head as strongly as she could against the member.

 

[23:42] Bespectacled One body quaked as the Bard thoroughly thrust her head forward, lips spread wide around the tip of her spewing girl cock. The fat bulging tip forcing her jaw farther apart than it ever had before, and then a faint 'click' was heard. The bard's jaw suddenly going limp. What shoudl have been pain, simply lead to a dull warmth radiating from the joints as her mouth was speared open, the ridge of Bespectacled One's massive cock smashed against her teeth, filling her cavity to capacity. The cock head letting out thick rivets directly down into her throat. God, fuck. She never got a proper feel for the stuff pumped directly down her esophagus. It was so.. thick. Like sticky tar, clinging to the insides of her throat as gravity slowly assaulted it downwards into her stomach, where it churned and sloshed. As it felt like little more than molten metal burning her insides. The domineering woman reached her hand downwards to the Bard's scalp, lacing fingers through her hair with a low, panted groans. Apparently this was only the beginning of her Concubine's task, as her hair was relentlessly pulled back upon - sheathing that monstrosity down into her gullet. Not evne half way inside, not even a third, cutting off her air flow in a rather abrupt manner. Her throat visibly bulging from the single tug, black-and-blue teeth marks exemplified by the sudden stretching of the flesh they resided upon. But it did not feel the Bard with pain. Quite the opposite.. THe flavor of that meaty cock, drenched in her cunt-juices. That powerful aroma of ballsweat, tantalizingly feet away from her nostrils. A hand embedded in her hair, preventing her from moving this way or that. Simply using her for one, singular purpose... It felt right.. The off-tint woman's lusty voice rang out down at her, almost quivering. "Mm... Now that you're bred~? I'm going to be rough everyday. I'm going to use you everyday. You'll be servicing this rod of mine, everyday." The cold-woman stated as she slammed her hips forward. The bard's bloated belly jiggling and scrapping against the wooden floor from the sudden jostling of movement, as the Bard's nostrils were suddenly dug deep into the lightly trimmbed bush of sweat-soaked pubes that topped the base of her member. Sweat-soaked, hefty balls smacking against her overladen, milky and leather-clad teats from the pound, before simply hanging loosely underneath her chin. A sudden realization passing the bespectacled woman, almost whorishly moaning out. "Ah.. I suppose those bitch's of mine already get to meet it today regardless~!" as the brutal cockshaft dug into the bard's stomach in a relentless fashion, stabbing against the litter-loaded womb of the concubine it was now thoroughly hilted int.

 

[00:04] Songstress’s mouth fought to squeeze over the pulsating girl member, only to suddenly snap into place. She was amazed that the searing pai didn't completely overwhelm her from a member that massive jabbing into her depths. In fact...now that she thought about it Songstress couldn't feel the slightest bit of pain as that slime covered pre-stuffed member dove through the whole of her mouth. The sensation of the slime gushing down her throat left the bard utterly awestruck, trying as best she could to swallow the streams of thick tarry substance without suffocating. The gushing heat of the spunk emanated through her, forming a searing cauldron of mixing cum inside her depths. Difficult as it was to breathe now it was nothing compared to what happened next.

 

The bard's eyes became saucer when her hair was clung up, bound together in the other woman's hands. Feeling the rod jam deeper and deeper inside her made her wince, tears starting to flow from her eyes reflexivly as it started to cut off her air supply. The bard tried to groan, tried to make any sound, but it was impossible with that burning rod thrusting into the deepest part of her throat. She had given deep throat to guys before...but never quite like this! The bard tried her absolute hardest not to choke, knowing instinctively that the slightest inability to take in the rod would be grounds for some sort of "training" later. The bard instead did everything in her power to please Bespectacled One as the woman's member was delved into her depths. Songstress slid her hair out form around her head, rubbing it all along the length of the rod to try and stimulate it, to try and please her king. She made ever effort to please Bespectacled One. She tried running her hands along the shafts base, tickling it in places. She tried to reach out to the woman's ball sac to stimulate and please that as well, feeling the massive turning of liquid within. But all of these administrations were abruptly halted by the other woman jabbing the full weight of her rod into the bard's gaping mouth, jabbing it deeper and deeper still. But for some reason the panic that should have set in, the utter fear that would have gripper her were it anyone else, just didn't. She felt a perverse pleasure, a delight at being used like the proper slut she was should be. The rod moving down the whole length of her throat left her utterly incapacitated. The feeling of her bosom and belly pounding against Bespectacled One's sac and rod made her shudder with unadulterated delight, red drenching every inch of her, sweat glistening all over those bloated breasts and belly. The bard heard those final words, felt the rod jamming at her womb from her stomach, and let loose a contented cry of absolute and comlete delight. Something inside her told her she should be terrified, but deep down all she could feel was serenity at being used like the fucktoy she was becoming.

 

 [00:28] Bespectacled One large breasts overhead heaved as the woman exhaled slowly. Savoring the feeling of the Bard's convulsing and twitching throat spasming around her massive member. The thoughts of a 'mouth-pussy' waving over her brain that was awash in pleasure. Watching the Bard's form, from once erratic and frightful, reaching and groping for whatever inch of cock and teste she could find to sate the massive fuckpole - to practically limp, her entire 'upper' half most certainly supported by little more than her King's rancid fuckrod that her clamping and clenching throat was doing quite the number on to 'clean'. The deluge of filthy flavors and stenches that filled the Bard's nostrils were thousand fold more intensen now that she was mere milimeters above the fuck-staff that created such delectable odors. Even as she could take no air within her lungs, the air in her nostrils grew thick, humid. Harsh and damp to simply be surrounded by, as if she were now trapped within a steam-filled sauna - and will the pure unadulterated heat that the meatrod stabbed into her radiated into her form, she practically was. The thick piece of breeding cock hotter than any shaft she had 'deepthroated' before. Scalding her throat as boiling water would in a constant throat-against-flesh battle. There was no room for 'air', or even her own fucking gurgled throat juices to escape as her stomach's fluids were sloshed and churned by the invading cock head. The Bard simply left there for ten, twenty.. A minute, the devious King digging lengths of her blond hair out from around the shaft that she so whorishly wrapped the strands around before it was thrust into her. The foul feeling of her own locks being dragged out from the depths of her throat, causing the Bard to quiver with a depraved delight knowing just how relentless this Goddess of a woman had been with her mouth, too preoccupied with occupying the empty space than to drag the remnants of her hair off of it. Her blonde strands coming out of her gullet coated in throat slime, and irradiated with the foul stench of that bestial member they had been pulled in with. Bespectacled One absently locking the lengths behind the Bard's ears as she waited for her esophagus to 'adjust' to the invader, staring down at her wide eyes with her crimson own. A look of uncaring, almost disinterest on her red-hued face. As if the impending suffociation of the Bard was little more than happenstance to her pleasure.

 

Once Bespectacled One was 'satisfied' with the lessening of Songstress's heaves and quivering moans dying down, she finally dragged her hips back - a firm hand planted directly on teh Bard's forehead to prevent her from following it down. A sickened smile crossing her lover's lips as she watched the throat slime, the stomach juices, and already pumped in pre-jizz to disgustingly spew from her lips, gushing out of her nostrils, from around the edges of the excavating member in pure delight. "More room for proper seed~. Nutrients." Bespectacled One said callously. Waiting for the audible noise of the Bard's first breath, her first inhale in over a minute, and cutting it short. Slamming, hilting her hips forward with uncanny precision, and sheathing the entire fucking rod in less than a second, right back wher eit fucking was. Stabbing into the side of her bloated, litter-filled womb. Hands gripping the side of the Bard's head, as her true aim was made clear. As she started to fuck the Bard's upper half harder than her poor fucking cunt had ever faced. Nails digging into her scalp, womb, relentlessly pounded into - children writhing and kicking inside. Throat, made into little more than a pleasant onahole. Titanic, quaking nuts, smashing and lathering the front of her neck and hanging teats in nothing more than stench-laden ballslime.

[01:01] Songstress was utterly encapsulated by Bespectacled One's giant bosom, amazed by the feel of it atop her head. The tightness that overwhelmed Songstress's throat at the invading member made it hard to keep from gagging, but Songstress felt she had to. In the deepest parts of her she felt that if she didn't she would be letting her king down. There was nothing more devastating to Songstress than even the suggestion of that. The solution was to imagine herself as nothing but her lovers play doll. In that state, she didn't have to fight back or squirm, didn't have to struggle. It didn't matter what happened to her, all that mattered was whether or not she pleased Bespectacled One's every whim. In that moment, all of Songstress's self-preservation and maternal instincts were absent, were missing. All she was was an object of Bespectacled One's desire, and object of her lust. That was all that mattered to her. The scents that savagely cut into her nose smelled like the most beautiful roses to her. She pressed her nose in deeper, trying to truly get the deepest whiff of the odors that she possibly could. The sensation built up in her nose, making her eyes water in irritation from their sensations, but she interpreted those tears as her body crying for joy at the mere sensation of getting to be used so completely by her king. The heat that shot through her from that rod felt more relaxing than any sauna might have been, making her body go completely and utterly limp in Bespectacled One's grasp. The woman was free to do whatever she liked to the bard in this state, she would not put forward any effort to fight back. The sensation of those hairs being pulled out coated in that yummy gooey slime made Songstress's entire body shudder. The feel of the hairs being tucked back behind her ear by those strong hands made her feel like her kings little queen. She felt like the most esteemed royalty taking teh whole of that womans rod into her. That was how crossed her mind was becoming, how knotted up into circles it was getting. While the suffocation started to slip into Songstress's consciousness, she didn't feel any pain or sorrow. The coldness in the other woman's eyes seemed entirely natural. This was the normal state of things, it always had been. Songstress couldn't help it if she was moaning and groaning in utter and complete ecstasy at that rod pummeling into her depths.

 

Songstress pouted as much as her face could be made to as the rod was pulled out of that giant gaping maw, she so disliked when her lover pulled out of her. The bard guessed it was a measure to make sure she got the air she and the babies would need. The feeling of the hand pressing against her forehead made Songstress feel kind of like a tube gushing out its contents, that wondrously rancid cock and stomach juice sloshing out of her with the dick as she took in that gust of boring dull stale air. That was when entirely to her surprise and delight, the rod was thrust back into her throat mid-breath. The whole of her body trembled from the member entering as deep as t had gone before in one fell swoop, plundering her deepest reaches and jabbing against her womb through her stomach again. The bard's belly want crazy at that, the red marked p white orb thrashing about violently from various kicks and squirms within. Songstress tried to calm the little ones by cupping at ehr belly, bt it was to no avail, the entire lot were in a high pitch craze. Songstress's face started to turn blue from the lack of oxygen, her eyes started to water more and blackness stated to creep along the edges of her vision. But she didn't care. All she knew was that she was servicing her king just the way he wanted to be, and that was all that really mattered.

 

[01:33] Bespectacled One stared down with rapt attention as the Bard's stomach churned and kicked into life. Prodding hands and feet stabbing into the membrane of flesh that protected them from the world. It was almost as if they knew their lifegiver was in the throes of near-death ecstasy. The cupping hand, the 'assurance' of safety didn't little to sate the bastards thrashing in her stomach. Bespectacled One, however - cared very little, as every hip drag unsheathed the entire monster in all it's glory, long tendrils of stomach and throat slime cascading down to the ground sloppily, the Bard' just barely capable of heaving down one half-finished breath, before her airway being stuffed to capacity once more. Her throat bulged like some overinflated tube everytime that pre-jizz leaking member of breeding stabbed into her form. Her stomach fluids, throat slime - three thrusts in, long ago - splayed out on the floor, her innards now 'empty' all except for that massive fucking rod of destruction. Bespectacled One was free to do as she wished to the pathetic cock-socket, and there was little thoughts within her mind than blowing her load inside this whore's stomach. To 'soothe' her children with the heat of her voracious jizz, and the bespectacled beauty was relentless with that goal as the minutes of skull-fucking, of ball smacking, of wretching bards and lust-driven moans crossed both of thier lips. Her buxom lover did not care as she slowly felt the lips wrapped around her member growing colder and colder as darkness surrounded the other's consciousness from the lackluster intake of air. She did not care as the bastards clawed and kicked against the thrusts that slammed into their collective mass like a fucking battering ram. Too focused on the sloppy feeling of Songstress's blonde locks snaking themselves around her cock with every thrust, to openly be dragged back down her throat and slathered against the veined monster in the confines of her own body. She did not care, that every thrust brought Songstress's throat further to being nothing more than a fucking mouth pussy incapable of feeling sated or whole without the intense, heated shaft burning it's membranes and stretching it to capacity. There were better thoughts to think of, of foul stenches of sweat and of a certain whore's needy cunt gushing against her thighs to inhale in deep, nostril flaring breathes. Intakes, that let out low, gutteral groans of pleasure and delight as if the one who was destroying her stomach lining with every spewing load of pre-jizz, of her voracious, tadpole thick swimmers eating away at the border of her innards was little more than a ravenous beast hellbent on her own pleasure. Tits smashed against the Bard's reeking skull, eveloping her entire upper half in nothing more than her 'King's warmth. The sheer weight of the thursts, pounding her ballsac into the underside of her chin. Weightly throwing the multi-pound smene factories against her battered and bruised neck without a care in the world. The audible sloshing of churning of such masssive nuts filling the Bard with an obscene delight, knowing that she - in all her worthlessness - was capable of getting a rise out of such a divine being. The tears and silent twitches the Bard gave off as she inched closer to her ending only fueled the titan further. To pound faster, to slam it in even rougher. Shifting the angle of it's descent, so it scrapes against the skulls and bodies of those churning inside her womb properly, instead of simply stabbing down into the mass. Bespectacled One's heaving breathes changing to pants and whrosih moans, drool and saliva cascading from the pale woman's open lips down onto the backside of the kneeling bitch below. Her pounding, unstoppable in it's might as a familiar engorging snapped her warmth-filled jaw again. As the bulging of the cock removed all ability to even feel the lower half of her mouth.

 

Before, when this divine being had came in her pathetic womb. She could not feel every single inch of cock meat expanding within the confines of her cunt. Now? Her throat, filled to capacity screamed in pleasure at the merest of millimeters of expansion. Those veins bulging out against her throat, in the throes of Bespectacled One's beginnings of an orgasm molded her esophagus, specifically for those fat veins. As if it were fucking plastered, permanently engrained into the lining of her throat, all the way down to her fucking stomach. The cock head, stabbed right against one of the most jerking of children, as if it knew what was to come, as her King came. In over a second, Bespectacled One was dragging her massive prick backwards - her already bloated belly, doubling in size from the sheer load she had pumped forth. Immediately expanding her stomach to capacity, it gushed into her intestines but was quickly backed up from the sheer amount the cock-slit gushed microsecond by microsecond. Her King making the previous thought of the Bard being little more than a pumping tube being plungered, quickly became reality as she was filled to the brim. Bespectacled One brutally leaving her cock head - locked inside her mouth. Her teeth simply in the way of the massive fuckpillar's ridge, to bothersome to properly wrench out, and instead simply drowning her in jizz. It spewed out from her lips, it gushed from her nostrils, and still her impregnated belly grew fatter and fatter by the second. Nostrils more akin to a fucking untapped faucet witht he sheer amount of virile spunk, yellowish and disgusting looking rancid ballsnot it freely sprayed - the edge of her lips looking much the fucking same, until Bespectacled One's orgasm finally died down. Cock-head slipping out of her mouth with little trouble, as her 'King' actually put her back into the effort - quickly followed by the excessive amount cum spewing from the Bard's mouth of minutes. It was a rancid sight to see, to feel as thoughts upon trillions of her sperm, dug into her very flesh. The sperm that had given her likely tens of bastards, now was sloshing in her stomach. Was now filling her body. Was now burrowing themselves into the sweat glans of her very fucking skin, and replacing her own stench with the one of cock.

 

Her king, simply looking down in disappointment at the whore she lazily tossed to the cum-soaked floor tits first. "Even my best whore's can take one load.. Guess the fucking bastards got in the way~." Lifting up filth-laden food, and planting it on the other's head. Scrapping off the foul jizz and vomit off her toes before leaving her there. Allowing the rancid mess to soak into her Concubine, and the fucking floorboards.