“Stop resisting and let me burn you for milk!” Charles grunted, foaming at the mouth as he tackled Joshua.
“How about you kill yourself and let me burn your corpse instead?” was Joshua’s reply as he elbowed Charles in his un-moustached mouth and knocked loose a tooth.
The other five purple capes fared no better, fighting each other for the privilege to be the one to light the other on fire first and gain access to Ava’s lactating tit.
Beatrice had enough memories of smelling burnt corpses to last her a lifetime, neither did she want to see live sacrifices and/or whatever else the horny captain had planned in his aroused state. The succubus checked her [Lactation (+1)] Skill’s cooldown and realized that not only was it already up, but that Ava was also about to run out of her milk.
“Hurry up, worthless scum!” Grizwald screamed and cursed while filling his gullet with Ava’s milk. “Either bring me the fire of I’ll bring the fire to your little assholes!”
“I’ve got a better idea,” Beatrice said, put forth the open palm of her right hand and cast [STRIP!] on Grizwald.
“UAH, MY EYES!!” Ember screamed and turned away, covering her eyes and grimacing in disgust the moment that Grizwald’s armor flew off the captain in all directions, letting loose the bloated captain’s form that was previously somewhat contained by the tightly secured armor.
Countless layers of Grizwald’s flesh rolled out in all its unglory. Fat on top of fat on top of fat, thick white liquids oozing from beneath the tightly pressed layers of sickly dark skin. The smell alone was enough to cause the feeble to vomit, but for better or worse Beatrice’s nostrils had experienced even worse than this.
The owner of those layers however seemed to pay no mind to his sudden state of undress. Beatrice guessed that as long as the milk kept coming, the captain would endure much worse than this.
With considerable amount of reservation and willpower, Beatrice brought herself to touch the captain again. Not with her fingers though—God forbid!—just the tip of her tail. Even that Beatrice did not want to do as the Captain had become even more disgusting in his nakedness.
But Beatrice did what she had to do: she located a part of flesh on Grizwald’s side that did not seem as diseased as the others and kightly tapped it, just long enough to cast [Lactation (+1)].
“MMMMMM!??!” Grizwald’s expression changed suddenly when he felt something build within him. Not just anything. And not just anywhere. A very peculiar movement in a very specific area. A sensation that no man would ever feel. Some would argue that no man should ever feel something like this.
But Grizwald did. He felt it. And he liked what he felt! His cock might not have been big enough to appear from beneath his preposterous purplish belly, but what little of it was there was hard. Hard and tingling pleasantly. Not nearly as pleasantly as Grizwald’s nipples tingled, warming up and hardening for the joys that were to come.
“Oh, God,” Beatrice gasped as she realized what she had done.
Beatrice barely brought herself to continue looking. But she had to. She needed to be sure her spell worked. And so, she watched. She watched Grizwald’s already ludicrous man boobs—far bigger boobs than any female possessed, though infinitely less appealing than any boobs Beatrice ever saw—she watched those boobs grow fatter still. And that was the correct term: fatter. The lumps of fat just multiplied and Grizwald’s boobs kept sliding lower and lower along overbearing stomach. His boobs would have probably long had passed his belly button, had his stomach resembled anything a human being’s stomach should have looked like.
Grizwald didn’t mind the spectacle he put on. He rolled his eyes and moaned stupidly into Ava’s breasts that he kept slobbering all over while effortlessly holding the girl in the air. And then it happened. The first few drops appeared at the tips of Grizwald’s hard nipples. He stiffened, then his entire body trembled, and the captain moaned loudly and proudly as the hoses let loose and he climaxed through his breasts and buried cock while swallowing what little milk Ava still had to offer.
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“Stop resisting and let me burn you for milk!” Charles grunted, foaming at the mouth as he tackled Joshua.
“How about you kill yourself and let me burn your corpse instead?” was Joshua’s reply as he elbowed Charles in his un-moustached mouth and knocked loose a tooth.
The other five purple capes fared no better, fighting each other for the privilege to be the one to light the other on fire first and gain access to Ava’s lactating tit.
Beatrice had enough memories of smelling burnt corpses to last her a lifetime, neither did she want to see live sacrifices and/or whatever else the horny captain had planned in his aroused state. The succubus checked her [Lactation (+1)] Skill’s cooldown and realized that not only was it already up, but that Ava was also about to run out of her milk.
“Hurry up, worthless scum!” Grizwald screamed and cursed while filling his gullet with Ava’s milk. “Either bring me the fire of I’ll bring the fire to your little assholes!”
“I’ve got a better idea,” Beatrice said, put forth the open palm of her right hand and cast [STRIP!] on Grizwald.
“UAH, MY EYES!!” Ember screamed and turned away, covering her eyes and grimacing in disgust the moment that Grizwald’s armor flew off the captain in all directions, letting loose the bloated captain’s form that was previously somewhat contained by the tightly secured armor.
Countless layers of Grizwald’s flesh rolled out in all its unglory. Fat on top of fat on top of fat, thick white liquids oozing from beneath the tightly pressed layers of sickly dark skin. The smell alone was enough to cause the feeble to vomit, but for better or worse Beatrice’s nostrils had experienced even worse than this.
The owner of those layers however seemed to pay no mind to his sudden state of undress. Beatrice guessed that as long as the milk kept coming, the captain would endure much worse than this.
With considerable amount of reservation and willpower, Beatrice brought herself to touch the captain again. Not with her fingers though—God forbid!—just the tip of her tail. Even that Beatrice did not want to do as the Captain had become even more disgusting in his nakedness.
But Beatrice did what she had to do: she located a part of flesh on Grizwald’s side that did not seem as diseased as the others and kightly tapped it, just long enough to cast [Lactation (+1)].
“MMMMMM!??!” Grizwald’s expression changed suddenly when he felt something build within him. Not just anything. And not just anywhere. A very peculiar movement in a very specific area. A sensation that no man would ever feel. Some would argue that no man should ever feel something like this.
But Grizwald did. He felt it. And he liked what he felt! His cock might not have been big enough to appear from beneath his preposterous purplish belly, but what little of it was there was hard. Hard and tingling pleasantly. Not nearly as pleasantly as Grizwald’s nipples tingled, warming up and hardening for the joys that were to come.
“Oh, God,” Beatrice gasped as she realized what she had done.
Beatrice barely brought herself to continue looking. But she had to. She needed to be sure her spell worked. And so, she watched. She watched Grizwald’s already ludicrous man boobs—far bigger boobs than any female possessed, though infinitely less appealing than any boobs Beatrice ever saw—she watched those boobs grow fatter still. And that was the correct term: fatter. The lumps of fat just multiplied and Grizwald’s boobs kept sliding lower and lower along overbearing stomach. His boobs would have probably long had passed his belly button, had his stomach resembled anything a human being’s stomach should have looked like.
Grizwald didn’t mind the spectacle he put on. He rolled his eyes and moaned stupidly into Ava’s breasts that he kept slobbering all over while effortlessly holding the girl in the air. And then it happened. The first few drops appeared at the tips of Grizwald’s hard nipples. He stiffened, then his entire body trembled, and the captain moaned loudly and proudly as the hoses let loose and he climaxed through his breasts and buried cock while swallowing what little milk Ava still had to offer.
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