Having a snack.

 To imbibe in such a disgusting offering was cause for celebration. Her eyes were wide and glimmering, near set on the shape of hearts at what was emptied right before her eyes. At some point she went from standing upright to leaning on the edge of the table. That devolved into bracing it with the flat of her palm, fingers curled around the edge to help support her weight and a rapidly dwindling desire to remain standing at all. The quivering of weak knees and thighs that felt like jello saw her sink into a crouch and then flat out on her knees, thighs splayed and wrapped around the far edge of the giant mug. Gallon after gallon... and it melted the wry, unamused scowl from plush lips a little more with every one. She hugged upon it possessively and looked on with eyes that were set to bulge right out of her skull, up until the very end. When he was finished and began to withdraw she followed without thinking. Upon hands and knees the demon crawled, hunting after Calede. He wasn't done - he was still dribbling with more nut than most could ever hope to produce. Like some feral creatures she hauled up the gradually deflating head with nothing but the wide, yawning gape of her mouth. Within the murky, saliva-flooded depths she swallowed with an [b]ohm[/b] and sealed her lips around. She wasn't interested in anything but his seed and her head gently bobbed, tongue fitting over to stimulate glands and molded over the urethra, acting as a dumpster to make sure even the mildest little oozing of nut found nowhere but the slimy slide into the far back of her throat. Minutes passed and she hardly moved saved for the little adjustments of her head to scrub the underside on her tongue. Wet, obscene slobbering and loud popping as air escaped the corners of her lips drew louder and louder until it was punctuated by a final, slurring [b]pop[/b] and she let it go. Let him go and crawl into bed where he belonged to rest. She had things to do; five gallons of nut and a giant mug to suck down until her tongue was scraping the bottom. With a hazy, lust-addled grin on her face she turned on the spot of floor and wound her way back around to face the mug. Again she embraced it, thighs closing around the base and arms doing the same. The way she hugged at it, cradling into her chest until the strain of absurdly fat, weighing breasts bulged out against the curve and spilled over either side. She mashed them as flat as she could, to get as close as she could, head taking the first dip over to peer into the contents. The smell and heat struck her in the face and she shuddered, mouth hanging agape and gasping. The air was stolen right from her lungs in the shock and she wheezed, sucking at air and again with a shuddering breath upon every exhale. "Hnng. How dare he hide something this good from me.." It looked so thick on the top layer and she was reminisce to disturb the surface, but her hand wouldn't stay still. A shift of hips to crawl higher up, dragging those fat tits over until they were straining halfway up and over the rim of the mug. "F..Fuck." When she bent over closer and lay her head in a bit more, a few stray strands of hair uncoiled from behind her ear and dropped into the top of the mug. It was barely disturbed by a few faint ripples, such was the vile thickness. Quivering fingers reached, crawled over the edge and folded across just above the surface. She tested herself, curious how long she could tease the idea before natural desire strangled her into reaching in and breaking the surface. What amounted to all of ten seconds transpired. There was even a bead of sweat coiling on her brow and threatening to break free and splash down before she finally gave in and sank her hand down to the wrist into the stinking contents of dicksludge.

It was the very first thing that rang through a brain that was struggling to process the warmth and viscous nature of what surrounded her. She swept it around and curled her fingers into a fist, squelching the mess of recently spent nut and slowly hauling it out. How depraved it was, feeding herself cum from her own hand. She felt like a pig when she brought it carefully up, head dipping and neck craning to reach it in her flurry of need. Nothing dainty or delicate about it, the redhead was slurping thick globs of nut right out of her hand, inhaling the contents until sparse remained and then lavishing a slobber-soaked tongue against her open palm and slightly curled fingers. Sucking for everything that might remain behind and then reaching back inside for another. She loomed in, hanging over closer until her face was inches from the surface. With sweater left to strain and struggle against the spill of her breasts the more she hung over, the fabric was just now beginning to touch to the surface and instantly soak through by the virile stink. Even a succubi would struggle to remain conscious from inhaling this concentration. It felt like no real oxygen was finding her lungs and her head swam like mad because of it. Dick-drunk and swaying where she knelt her hand splattered up out of the mug and she sloshed it into her mouth. She sucked out whatever remained and reached back inside a third time, hauling it out and chewing the nut right out of her palm like a junkie. "So fucking [b]good[/b]. Oh, g-god.." She was sure she was speaking in a whisper, but it was difficult not to notice a redheaded amazon hanging over a giant mug and sucking cum out of her hand every few seconds. Over the next several minutes of gulping down and gorging herself like a glutton, it became clear that one hand wasn't nearly enough. So she brought the other in and cupped them, dipping into the mug of steaming seed and pulling it up to her mouth. Just the way one might hang over the stream and quench their thirst she sucked the little bastards load out of her palms until they were empty and then splashed back inside for more. More and more, her head was swimming. "Nngh. Not enough.." Panting, hot and heavy and threading her mouth and chin a little more each time with trailing slobber. More and more imprecise and animalistic, looking like she might actually want to...she did. The next time she brought the off-colored elf spunk to her face she continued past her mouth and brought it all up to splash into her face. She ground it in and smeared the mess around, rubbing it into her cheeks and forehead. When it passed under her nose she snorted like it was an offered drug, huffing nut straight up and gurgling pathetically to make it poignant how far she'd fallen in such a short time. Reminded of why she 'retired' in the first place - she'd just lost than edge of her youth. An old hag who couldn't keep it together for ten minutes without devolving into a total junkie. It was pathetic. But she's wearing such a depraved grin now, eyes half-lidded and clouded over - who can blame her? She reached again and let the seed cling to her digits, reaching out and craning her head back in an expression of total, unadulterated ecstasy. Smearing the mess onto her throat and neck of her sweater. It soaked through and had her stinking more and more like cum. Like something that [b]did[/b] indeed belong in the gutter, kneeling for tricks and being paid by their loads alone. The sweater is in the way and she's no longer amused by the presence of it, no matter how delightfully the stench is molesting her nostrils and smothering her brain of all conscious thought..

With the cum still clinging to her fingers she fumbles beneath her chest, pulling and hauling the lower half up until she can get it on a grip and pull straight up. She lifts her hands over her head as high as they can go and then jerks from side to side, in a panicked strained to be free and let those fat, pale tits spill back out and into the open. Groaning and fighting unnecessarily with herself, further showcasing just how lost she was in the moment and less than a gallon had been sucked down. It peaked over her breasts and they collapsed back down, back into place. Slamming back down over the rim and spilling halfway into the mug to paint the undersides in thick gunk. She discarded it with an annoyed sideways glare and turned her attention back. So much of her hair was now disheveled and set out of place, much of the tips spilling over from the back to hang down and float into the surface. This went unnoticed, too deadset on reaching back inside and layering herself in the contents. Cupped palms to rise up over her head as if she were engaged in some unholy ritual, the slop dropping down in thick globs to land with a splatter onto her chest and neck and slowly slink down to cling to her stomach and the hem of her jeans. Again and again with only the hesitation it took to scoop up enough in her palm to be worth it before the nut was dropped back down and left to [b]splat[/b] and burst apart on her chest. "It stinks. M..More. I want more.." The mutterings of a succubi who has for the time being completely lost her mind, she's gone for uniformly scooping up cum to just leaning in over the rim of the giant mug and splashing the contents up and over her chest. Stopping to grab and yank on both erect nipples until she cries out sharply and whimpers at the strain of agonizing sensation. A dirty, filthy masochist and exhibitionist who has no qualms with humiliating and debasing herself if there's an audience. Whether they were eyes of disgust and disapproval or she could make some masturbate themselves stupid, it mattered not. She just wanted to feel the eyes burning holes into her body and the thought made her ache; made her conscious enough of her surroundings for the first time since she'd began to stop, with hands pulling under and cupping her fat tits together, and look slowly around the room. Meeting eyes if they dared and lavishing puffy, cum-hungry lips with that drool-splattered tongue if they did. "This is what you all wanted, isn't it? To see what a shameless old whore I actually am..?" With a thin lipped smile she turned back to the mug and bit down on her lip, chewing and depressing flesh to the point she was on the cusp of breaking right through the skin. This was all well and good, but it wasn't enough. She could...do more. Lower herself further. Make people remark her as more cocksleeve than living, breathing humanoid. "I never should have come here.." Is all she can repeat to herself as she head sinks forward, closer and close to breaking the surface. She brushes it with the bridge of her nose and inhale deeply a final time before pushing, drowning herself up to her neck in the vile contents. Hair and all she sinks, because to call it a 'mug' wasn't appropriate. The thing was suited for larger patrons and looked more akin to a barrel than anything. She was even halfway crawled up into a crouch to do this properly, and while no one could actually [b]see[/b] what was going on inside, surely it would come as no surprise that she was swallowing mouthful after mouthful. For as long as her lungs allowed she would push herself, deprived of oxygen and replacing it with the one thing she actually desired more. One minute. Two. Three. [b]Ten.[/b]

She wasn't an infamous cocksucker for nothing, and holding her breath for such inhuman lengths of time was no difficult feat. Even considering all that, she still had her limits. When she hit the wall and her lungs began to burn the signs grew apparent. Her body squirm and twitched, fighting against instinct to be free and suck in proper air, no matter how much the place now stunk of sex these days. She thrashed and pushed with chest and hips, rocking the barrel and nearly upturning it a handful of times before she can go no longer. Hanging on the thread of being asphyxiated to the point of unconsciousness she relents and jerks straight back and up, strewing a mess of splatter, yellowed and curled nut into the air in a line both back and front of where she knelt. She inhaled with a sharp gasp and promptly slumped back into herself to couch, spewing up glob and globs into her own lap and all over her thighs. Coughing and retching and spluttering just to suck in another, slightly longer breath of air before she started heaving her lungs out again just to gradually work back up to some mild panting. "Fuckkk.." She stammers, voice quivering and not quite sounding herself at all. That usual dreary way of addressing others was vacant and in place of it she just sounded a trollop, picking up her hands to lick the discarded cum from her fingers and palms. Somewhere along the way she'd sank down to the floor and flattened her cunt against the floorboards. Even through her jeans the sound of denim began to scrape, hips twisting and coiling to rub herself raw against the ground. Any sort of stimulation, for her hands were much too busy to spare with toying at her cunt. She gripped the edge and leaned over to assess what kind of progress had been made. Half the mug was drained and much of it was strewn across the floor - something she'd have to mop up with her tongue once she was done. The barrel looked empty enough about now that she could tip it over. She grins to herself and lets go, laying her palms curved to the surface. She pushed and pushed to make room and then leaned over to grab the near edge and slowly tip it over. It thumped against the fold of waiting thighs and sloshed, a good amount rolling over like an incoming tide and splashing into her lap. It was possessed by such a scalding, welcoming warmth even through her jeans that she cursed herself for not taking those off first. A flurry of scrambling, reaching and tugging on the top rim to pull and dump it straight over into her lap. To soak her from the hips down into a gurgling, sloshing pool of nut until she was kneeling in it. More toothy grinning, as it seemed she'd lost sight of herself or that anyone was watching. That this was a public place and not her private chambers where she could indulge in such masochism. It took some effort to pull and drag, to touch the lower curve of the rim to her collarbone and tip forward. To dump the few gallons that remained out onto her chest. To utterly drench herself in disgusting elf nut and toss the 'mug' back behind her head with a loud clatter. With some disturbing laughter she gripped into her chest and started to smearing what clung to her skin around, idly groping herself and mashing them together until long, curled fingers sank in entirely and disappeared from view. Now all she had to do was get to cleaning her mess up off the floor..