735: A Young Man’s Wet Dream (18+)
735: A Young Man’s Wet Dream (18+)
And it was indeed only a few more seconds.
“Oh, yeahh!!” Zaki pushed his ass harder against the woman’s mouth and used her frozen dick as support with his free hand as he leaned back and started cumming.
Zaki came a laughably small amount, though Beatrice’s opinion on the matter was skewed by her preposterously excessive loads. That didn’t matter now as the countdown started. With twenty seconds remaining, she ran into the room.
“Huh!?” Zaki turned his head finally noticing the giant busty woman running toward him with not one but two disgusting dicks bouncing from side to side as she ran.
“Who—” was all Zaki could say before his open mouth was plugged with thick dick.
Beatrice activated [Sexual Lullaby] and Zaki’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he fell off the bed, off Beatrice’s dick, and into a deep sleep, restful slumber. Beatrice was determined to change the latter part.
She looked at the woman who was bound to bed by Zaki’s eyes. Not a day older than thirty, with fiery red hair. However, there was not even an ember of that fire in her eyes. She could not even cover her face as she cried, confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was not some deep roleplay.
Beatrice sighed. She would’ve been relieved if the woman had suddenly started screaming at her for interrupting them. At the very least the ice started to ever so slowly melt. The darkening of the sheets as the wetness spread from beneath the ice on the hot summer evening confirmed that the ice needed Zaki’s magic to sustain itself.
“You’re going to be alright… Maybe,” Beatrice added, but got no reply either way.
Would the woman be alright? Beatrice had no idea. Was she one of the few good people in this city? What if she was one of the people who cheered in the mines? What if this event is what will turn her to that side?
Beatrice seriously considered wiping the entire event from the woman’s mind, but she had no such mind wiping skills. The only mind-altering Beatrice possessed was straight toward perversion, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
The only action that remained for Beatrice was to proceed as planned. She looked at Zaki, who was sleeping on the floor, drooling a little while smiling, blissfully unaware of what awaited him. What dreams would make a man such as him grin so disgustingly? Hardly a man, Beatrice thought. Let’s see what makes you smile. She cast [Dream Invasion].
Skill Name: Dream Invasion Rank: B Type: Eros Craft / Active Cost: 100 Stamina Cooldown: 4 hours Description: Invade the dreams of a single sleeping target. Succubus has direct control over the target’s dreams. No bodily harm can be done but has the potential to break the target's mind and spirit. Requires line of sight. Maximum cast range 30 feet. |
“All hail Zaki! All hail Zaki!” thousands cheered while Zaki sat on Queen Merillia’s mouth in the King’s throne room. Princess Asuna massaged his shoulders while Samira sucked his dick. Annie and Mary fanned him with giant palm leaves, and Mimi held up a plate of fruit, waiting to serve her master.
Two more young women smiled as the marveled as Zaki’s boyish figure, impatiently waiting their turn to serve him in any way he desired. Beatrice did not recognize either woman, but assumed they were the other two princesses.
Zaki put up his hand, demanding silence. Only the sound of Samira’s wet sucking remained, her top hat bobbing up and down while Zaki finally spoke.
“My people… Who want to lick my ass?” Zaki asked.
Loud cheering erupted as thousands raised their hands and weapons victoriously.
“But on a more serious note,” Zaki said, laughing a little at his joke. “The King is dead, and the Queen is my bitch along with her seven whores.”
The crows erupted in cheers again.
“Yes, yes, I singlehandedly ended their tyrannical rule and defeated all the demons. I am that amazing. As I begin a new era of peace my first decree is such: bring me any and all women who let themselves be corrupted and grew dicks instead of clits so that I may execute them and finally rid our lands of their scourge!”
The people cheered and brought forth hundreds of sexy young women. Big tits, small tits, voluptuous, petite, elves, cat girls—any man’s wet dream. But they all hung their heads in shame as they were guided forward by armed guards, hands in chains behind their backs because they were all shameful, disgusting futanaris.
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