Chapter 332: Chapter 332 – Xiang’s performance

Her fox ears flattened, twitching wildly—their cartilage trembling in sympathetic vibration with the moist, stifled percussion filling the room. Static snapped in the air, a hush broken only by those endless, muffled cries.

Tianlong’s hand clamped her left tit like a vise, fingers digging into soft flesh. He twisted the dark nipple until it elongated and stretched, milk-white beads escaping and dripping onto his glistening abs in a slow, quiet patter.

PAH! Pah! PAH!

“AANGHH~!! HIEKK~!!! OUNGH~!!!”

She screamed, a high, feral note, but even that was softened by the heavy velvet and the damp, enclosing heat. Her tails thrashed—each core flexing as orgasmic spasms rippled out, making her pregnant belly heave, the baby inside kicking hard enough to bulge her taut skin.

He used her boob like a leash, yanking her harder onto his cock; tissue stretched and micro-tears formed, milk gushing faster, mixing with sweat and dripping in rivulets across his body with a dull, almost soothing splatter.

To his side, Sylvea crouched low, her tongue lapping his abdomen in sloppy, wet strokes—occasionally she let out a muffled whimper, each sound swallowed by the curtains and the thickness of bodies, air, and heat.

Her own nipples jutted rigid as jade spikes, dripping clear fluid on her thighs; with every drop, her clit throbbed harder, the ache made worse by the unceasing, soft cacophony of slick, secret noises.

Tianlong’s free hand toyed with one nipple, rolling until she winced, the sensitive nub puckering tight.

“Nngh—master!”

Her muffled whimper vibrated against his flesh, every gasp lost in the sticky hush between the sheets and the drapes.

And buried under his mouth, Xiang sat straddling his face reverse—her thighs clamped around his ears.

The butterfly tattoo across her back fluttered as muscles spasmed, the effect exaggerated with each breathless moan.

“Mmmph—yes, honey, eat it!”

She gasped, her own hand kneading her perky tit, fingers compressing nipple until it swelled and bruised, the sound of her own breath coming back to her softened, doubled, from the wine-red walls.

His tongue plunged in with a wet, slurping sound, amplified by the hush until every lick echoed musically.

He nipped her clit, and her moan’s sharp pitch was hemmed in, as if the world itself wanted to shroud and cradle the depravity taking place.

Her hips bucked, slamming down on his face—juice flooding his airways, the wetness gurgling as he drank it down, swallowed in loud, choking gulps.

’Schlrp~! Schlick~! Slurrrp~!’

“Mmmnhhh~!! Ahhh~!! Oughhh~!!!”

Sabrina froze, her head shaking slow, the symphony of soft, wet, and stifled sounds pressing against her tiger instincts—the alpha display forcing her womb to cramp in anticipation.

“Fucking animals,” she muttered. Her voice was nearly lost amid the chorus—her nipples stiff and aching, each breath dragging across sensitive skin until the friction bordered on painful pleasure.

She stormed past, boots thudding toward the kitchen nook. Each step was a muted, rubbery thunk as thighs pressed together, her walk stiff, the ache rubbing raw until she had to bite her lip.

She grabbed the bucket of fried chicken and slammed it down on the counter. Her fingers tore into a drumstick, the crunch of bone muffled by the thick air, each bite a mechanical motion. Her mind replayed the image of that enormous cock splitting Akane’s cunt, and her own body clenched in ghostly sympathy.

But the soft litany of sounds drew her unwilling eyes back.

Each impact—pah, pah, pah, the faint, quickened tempo—synced her own heartbeat, her clit throbbing along, connected by a thin, invisible thread to the depravity unspooling just out of sight.

PAH! Pah! Pah! PAH!

“Hnngghh~!! Aahnn~!! Mmfff~!! YESSS~!!!”

Xiang knelt nearby, moaning in soft, desperate whimpers—her small tits bouncing with each breath.

The movement made her nipples drag through the air, the barest whisper of sensation swelling them painful and pink, moisture beading and trickling down her breasts.

“Honey, please—let me ride! Why’d you make that fox bitch enjoy your cock first?”

Her voice was cracked and needy, the desperation barely louder than a whimper—each motion sent her breasts jiggling, sparks of arousal shooting from nubs to clit, a single bead of juice leaking from her untouched pussy.

Tianlong pulled his mouth from Xiang with a wet POP—strings of cream stretched from his lips, falling with muted plops onto her inner thighs.

“To lube it up, Xiang. Yours is too tight… and don’t the tasty ones get saved for later?”

He grinned and plunged back in—his tongue’s movement made subtle, squishy sounds, masked and gentle in the velvet-wrapped hush.

’Slurrrp! Schlick! Slurrrp!’

“AANGHH~!!! MMMNHH~!!! FUCK~!!!”

The elf’s green eyes rolled back as she arched, her nipple twisted hard, skin spiraling.

Xiang whimpered, back arching, her delicate tits thrust high. A hot jet arced from her untouched pussy to splatter Tianlong’s chest; the fluid ran in glistening streams along the valleys of his abdomen, quiet in the world’s hush.

“Fuuuck—yes!”

’Squirt-squirt-squirt!’

Akane’s moan peaked, raw and animal—her pregnant belly heaving, baby kicking so hard the outline pressed against the tight skin, visible in fleeting, shifting shapes.

PAH! PAH! PAAH! PAH!

“Huuusband—c-cumm…AANGHH~!! CUMMING~!! FUUUCK~!!!”

Her tails coiled tight; she slammed down hard, pussy clenching around his cock, muscles rippling as his shaft compressed. Everything in the room felt muted except for the sharp, slick chorus of pleasure and need.

She flopped to the side, gasping. Her belly shook, nipples leaking milk onto sheets that darkened with every sticky pulse.

Tianlong surged up, cock throbbing, veins standing angry red as precum mixed with cream, forming a glossy sheen in the low light.

He hoisted Akane’s thigh, soft tails draped beside him as he spread her wide, her pregnant cunt puffy and gaping, juice glinting in thick globs.

“Your turn to scream, fox.”

Xiang and Sylvea pressed close, lips brushing Tianlong’s neck—tongues left wet, cooling trails that made him shiver. Their breaths came in soft gasps, clouding in the damp air, intensifying the crowded, stifling solitude of the bed.

They gripped Akane’s leg, spreading her wider still. The chill air hit her exposed cunt; pink walls twitched and fluttered, another wave of cream gushing forth with a faint, wet splatter.

His hand dove in first; fingers parted her folds, sanding across the g-spot—her inner walls clung to his digits, trying to draw him deeper with every rhythmic grip.

Then his cock followed, stretching her open with a slick SCHLICK—her belly bulged, the outline of his cock rising toward her ribs with each thrust, the pressure making every breath a desperate gasp.

“I am sorry for not loving you more these days,” he growled.

PAH! PAH! Pah! PAH! PAAH!

“HNNGGHH~!! AAAHNN~!! FUUUCK~!! OUNGHHH~!! YESSSS~!!!”

Akane’s face twisted into a horny mask—eyes crossed, tongue lolling, drool stringing from her chin, spattering her tits with every violent bounce.

Tiny, broken blood vessels blossomed red around her eyes; her lips flushed blue at the edges as she screamed and writhed in the wet, enveloping heat that deadened all but the sharpest sensations.

“Harder—l-leave your… Unghh~!! … !”

PAH! PAAH! PAH! Pah! PAH!

“HIEKK~!! AANGHH~!! MMMNFFF~!! AAAHHH~!! OUGHHH~!!!”

Now Xiang’s little pussy welcomed two of his fingers—he plunged them knuckle-deep, her tight channel squeezing until the bones creaked, the friction causing her cervix to pulse against his fingertips.

Juices squirted in delicate arcs, splashing in wet, muffled beats against his hand.

“Ugh… you three…,” he murmured.

’Squelch-squelch-squelch!’

“Mmmnhh~!! Aahhh~!! H-honey~!!”

Her moans were swallowed by his shoulder as their lips tangled, tongues swapping spit in a slow, unsparing mess. Each wet kiss sent shivers through the tangled bodies, the sounds fusing into the thick, ambient hush of pleasure.

Sylvea writhed beside them—his thumb pressing into her ass, ring stretching, her own wetness soon coating the forbidden entry and easing the stretch.

“Mmm—finger me too, husband,” she begged.

Her emerald eyes clouded, alternating deep kisses with Xiang, their mouths puckering and parting, moans garbled and shared between smacks and muffled whimpers.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The room reeked of sex and sweat, an animalistic perfume thick enough to leave condensation on the walls; droplets gathered and slid down in slow rivulets, echoing the steady, muted chorus.

PAH! PAAH! PAH! Pah! PAAH! PAH!

“AANGHH~!! ACK~!! HNNGGHH~!! YESSS~!! OUNNGHH~!! HIEKK~!!!”

Tianlong hammered Akane relentless—her belly swelling more with each thrust, the outline of his cock moving visibly under her skin, stretching her womb and veining it beneath taut flesh.

“Love me… Unghh~!! …again—f-fill me… Aahhh~!! …!”

PAH! PAH! PAAH! PAAH! PAH! PAH!

“AAANGHH~!! MMMNFFF~!! FUUUCK~!! HNNGGHH~!! OUGHHH~!! YESSSS~!!!”

’Squelch-squelch-squelch-SCHLICK!’

Sabrina’s drumstick hung forgotten. Cool grease slicked her fingers; the throbbing vision of Akane spread and stuffed burned into her mind. Her own body reacted in sympathy—the pressure and heat in her core blooming until her outer robe was soaked.

She slammed the bucket to the side, crossing one leg over the other, thighs squeezed so tightly her clit was ground between slick folds, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine, nipples leaking and staining her chest with damp heat.

’What the fuck is this… why does that long thick thing look like it’s tearing her apart… but she’s screaming for more…’

Her nipples throbbed under her robe, swollen and aching.

She hugged her arms across her chest, friction sending shocks through her body until her clit pulsed in time with her pounding heart.

“Fuck,” she muttered inwardly, her voice soft, nearly lost in the moans and wet sounds behind her. Her cervix cramped and dropped, womb preparing for breeding as pure animal need shuddered through her.

’Am I… am I aroused?’

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