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Eiyuden Chronicle Hundred Heroes - Santa Cassandra	By : Streti Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Perrielle's green eyes were lit up with dizzying pleasure coursing up her body, and her mouth was lidded with a soft smile that would not go away as she panted for air and rocked her loins back and forth on Nowa's hard meat deep inside her. He too looked at her like she had never seen him before, his face awash with lust and his intense concentration all on her. But still she could not tell if he was close or not, even if she imagined his sperm spurting up into her pussy.
With a spasm, almost a cramp, a sudden tensing in her lower body, her folds throbbed and pulsed around his rock hard cock inside her, and a spike of sensation went up in her, making her shiver all the way up to her shoulders, and she squealed, letting out sounds for all in great chamber to hear that she at some point would never have thought all those people would hear, but now she just didn't care, coming her brains out as she still rocked on Nowa's erection in a dizzy spin.
"Nowahhhhh! Your cock! I looooooooove... ohhhhh!"
"And my cock loves you, Perry!" he said cheerfully.
He watched with delight as the beautiful countess climaxed helplessly on top of him, her naked body moving and shaking with the jolts passing through her, making her swing her head and throw her long brown hair, her breasts jiggling with her shudders, and her hips and legs quivering. Her folds wrapped tight around him and he just enjoyed the ride, feeling amazing, and then went beyond, a scrunching up in his loins and a feeling like his spine was being sawed across the table even as Perrielle was already coming down. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the countess' butt even harder and pulled her down as he pushed his pecker up, giving a muffled groan as his seed erupted inside her.
"Oh? Ohhhh!" she moaned, realization on her satisfied face.
Nowa gave a muffled gasp and looked almost like he was going to growl, looking at the sweaty and sexy Perrielle with a lusty hunger as he pumped her full of his jizz, his dick spasming deep between her wet folds, spurting jet after jet of life-giving sperm into her fertile center. Finally, her pussy was overflowing with creamy baby batter, running down from the snug fit of his meat lodged in her cleft, and trailing down his sloppy and spent hard-on.
Finally, she pressed her naked and sweaty body tight onto him, and they kissed, her exhaustion evident in how feeble she was, both of them swimming in their post-climactic bliss. Nowa let her just be there, panting and reeling from his own ordeal, and he caressed her skin and hair and listened to her breathing mixed with whimpering moans, wondering if she was feeling the same kind of dizzying pleasure he was.
"Mmm... slp... ngh..." uttered Larla, as she suckled Huang back to full mast.
Sticky goop was running down from her cheeks, onto her nose and nostrils, down past her golden eyes, onto her temples and forehead, and even further down into her blonde hair, as her head hung down over the armrest of the sofa. There was an uneven mask of sperm all over her beautiful features as as Huang stood over her upside-down face, his rod back to its impressive length thanks to Larla's stupendous oral skills.
The busty bombshell was still in her clothes, the orange shirt spread open and the rest of Huang's copious load spread all over her chest and big tits. As Huang got harder, so did his penetration of her mouth, from suckling to blowjob to facefucking, with the fisherman soon slamming his slab deep into Larla's mouth, making her throat bulge over the armrest. Her drool ran out from her mouth and upside down her face, mixing with the jizz coating her features. When he finally withdrew, she hungrily drew in air, then poked Huang's sloppy pole as it stood over her.
"Gee, got more delicious cream for lil' ol' me?"
"Don't think you've tired me out yet," he replied.
Huang went around and grabbed Larla by the black leather pants, pulling on them. But they were a snug fit, and she slid on the sofa, almost bumping her head on the armrest.
"Oh... I see where you're going," she said and got on all fours on the soft cushions, posing her round leather-clad ass for Huang.
Her cum-covered boobs hung with beautiful heft as she wiggled her butt for him, and he grabbed her pants again, now managing to pull them off the blonde's thick asscheeks. He took the opportunity to fondle and slap her full buttocks, then he continued peeling the tightly fit leather pants off. He uncovered a pair of skimpy red panties, pulled those off too, and revealed her dripping wet pussy with a fuzz of recently trimmed blonde pubes. Larla mewled and smiled at him, and when her pants were almost down to her knees, he stopped to take off her orange shirt too.
Larla lay on her back again, and now Huang could easily finish stripping her, pulling the pants and panties completely off the naked beauty. Then he lifted her butt on the armrest, spread her legs and brushed his organ across her neat blonde fuzz, before pushing in to her well-lubricated pussy.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned when his cock filled her.
Celia was bent over even lower, her purple apron stretched over her spread legs as she leaned on the wall of the kitchen entrance in a precarious position that pushed her ass to meet Melridge's thrusts. Her heavy mammaries swung wildly, hanging low from her white shirt. The tactician held her hips fast as he rammed her hard, just like she wanted it.
"Ahhhh! That feels so good! Fuck me hard!" the sous-chef was crying out.
Kurtz was stroking off so fast, he was going red in the face. Also with his eyes on Celia and his hand pumping his cock was Syd the artist, explosively excited with a fire lit in his eyes.
"Oghhhh!" uttered Celia, and her eyes went wide.
The black-haired sous-chef hugged the wall and wailed onto it, her whole body shuddering and spasming as she came under the eyes of the three men, and anyone else in the large chamber who might have heard her loud cries. Her legs wobbled like jelly, then gave out, and she clung to the wall as she slowly slid to the floor, leaving Melridge's sloppy cock throbbing in the air. Still she was moaning and shuddering, her eyes closed, her head swaying and her mouth open with sensual ecstacy. When it was over, she didn't move, a frozen image of pleasure, only her chest heaving as she gasped for air.
Marisa, Seign and Kuroto had found another table. The imperial commander was sitting on it, while the Guardian had spread her arms wide for support as her head plunged back and forth on Seign's erection. Besides her arms, she had also spread her legs, and Kuroto's strong hands were around her round hips as he plugged Marisa's tight snatch, with quick, deep thrusts into her wet and welcoming quim. She was whimpering in a way that sounded quite heavenly to both Kuroto and Seign, and the commander's cock got even harder in the embrace of her mouth and tongue.
But then there was a lingering touch on her shoulder, and a chubby dick hanging just to the side of her face.
"Nowa! I already had a little taste of you before!" she said as she took in the full sight of the naked commander, who was caressing her back.
Nowa looked slightly puzzled, but she went ahead and moved from Seign's erection to his semi-hardon, tasting the mixture of pussy juices and cum.
"Who's this? Perrielle? Mmm... straight from between her legs," the Guardian mused, even as Kuroto continued banging her. The huge hunter grinned at Nowa.
"She's, umm, she wore herself out," explained Nowa.
He looked back at the countess, conked out on the table where she had so vigorously fucked him. The naked and resting Perrielle looked adorable even from afar.
"Somebody's got stamina," commented Marisa with a smile as Nowa was already returning to full hardness.
Kuroto backed away from her, leaving a wet strand hanging between his cock and her pussy in the middle of a sexy pubic bush. The blonde hunter lifted her up on the table and spread her legs, wasting no time in plugging her hot snatch again.
"And somebody's got a queue," the broad-shouldered man said with a laugh.
Seign and Nowa got on both sides of her head as she lay on her back in a similar position as with Valentin and the others, and the blue-eyed imperial plopped his meat straight on her lips.
"How do I always find myself like this?" muttered Marisa as she ran her lips across Seign's length and took Nowa in her hand.
Reyna, with her backside freshly glazed by Jorhan, grabbed the lean noble by the arm, took him around the sofa, and pushed him down. Then she bent down to his prick, sloppy and softening, and slurped him whole.
"Ohhhhh!" yelped Jorhan, his usually sleepy eyes spread wide.
Her head with the twin pink tufts seesawed up and down with speed as she revived his dick, making him dizzy as his blue blood packed back into his meat. Her sucking was successful, and soon his manhood was reaching for the skies again, or at least the mistletoe-decorated ceiling of the chamber. She still went at it, slurping his meat into her hungry mouth, cheeks dented. Then she backed off and flashed a wicked smile, mostly at Jorhan's erection, not the man himself.
The curvy dark knight straddled Jorhan, and he grunted with pleasure as her pink pussy with pink pubes enveloped his freshly re-erected knob, now throbbing inside her with fresh excitement. He got a mesmerizing view of the shapely Reyna as she started riding him, her full hips moving back and forth with alluring form, and her heavy breasts following along with their jiggles.
He ran his hands on her abundant boobs, down her stomach and onto her thick thighs, and ended up on her round ass, firm but abundant asscheeks which his hands were not nearly enough to cover. For that he had some of his earlier load, getting his hands messy, and he rubbed it into her full booty. As she rocked on his noble cock, the cummy mess on her back could be seen from all across the chamber, the copious wet spooge glistening in the light of the room, looking like the sticky splatters covered all of her backside.
"It stopped!" gasped the cum-covered Hildi.
"Haaah..." panted Pohl, still recovering from emptying his balls all over his gorgeous squadmate. "Uhhh... Eventually it will run out of power," he explained, looking at the jizz-decorated beauty with post-peak faintness.
The cum-splattered Hildi pulled the magitech manhood from under her red dress and looked at it desperately. The shaft was slick with her juices, but its surface was dark with no glow of magical energy.
"...But it will charge itself in a day or so," added Pohl weakly.
"A day! And you mean it can just stop working right in the middle of..."
"Umm, there are still some kinks to work out," said the engineer, grinning apologetically.
"Don't talk to me about kinks after building something like this!" snapped Hildi, some cum snapping off from her chin.
The flustered blonde in the messy dress looked Pohl over. His dick wasn't standing anymore, but he didn't look too much worse for wear.
"So that means I need to have something else on hand," she cooed, much softer, and reached back for his spent member, giving it and his balls a tentative fondle.
Hildi then took off the wet straps of the semen-soaked red dress, first the ones that went straight over her bare shoulder, then the ones under that required her to press her head onto the skin of her right shoulder.
"Unggg..." she groaned, straining to slip the tight straps over her head. As she did, the Santa cap also slipped off from her blonde hair.
But then she was sitting there with her chest bared, and Pohl was staring gape-jawed at her beautiful breasts, his previous load decorating her face and upper chest. On her left breast there was a scar long since healed, and another running across her abdomen, and the hint of a third showing over the dress lowered down to her waist. She was looking at him apprehensively, and eventually, he tore his eyes off her topless figure and met her gaze.
"You look wonderful, Hildi," he said in honest wonder.
"Thank you," she replied and sighed as with relief. Then she patted the sofa next to her. "Aren't you tired of standing up?"
On another sofa, Cassandra had been moved around to lie on her side. The tall elf in all her naked glory and the Santa cap was between the three men in the elf-dwarf-human foursome. Galdorf's tool plunged deep into her tight cove framed with a trimmed black triangle, her long legs spread wide, and Barnard was between her tits, with Wyler in her mouth. She was moaning on the hunter's meat as she sucked on it, a look of peaceful concentration on her beautiful elven features, and Barnard had the pleasure of handling her abundant boobs, holding them tight in her hands as he thrust between the slick mounds.
"Even if you were a mirage of the desert sands, you would be a sight too miraculous for the eyes!" praised the bearded mercenary.
"I've seen some elves before, but wow!" agreed Wyler.
Cassandra gave a giggle that was muffled by the cock she was pleasing with her experienced lips and tongue. Galdorf might have joined in the praises, but the dwarf with wild hair and beard was too busy grunting and groaning as fucked her elven pussy with deep thrusts. Barnard was grinning like a lunatic as he squeezed and fondled her heavy globes around his cock, her hard nipples poking his palms as if begging to be pinched and played with. Wyler meanwhile let the voluptuous innkeeper handle the blowjob, because she was so incredibly good with it, and he softly ran one hand in her never-ending black hair, most of which was now squeezed between her and the sofa.
Celia had turned around and was on her knees, looking at the men with a fierce smile, still breathing heavily with a post-climactic glow on her face. Her expression was something Kurtz had seen before, but he never got tired of her in that state of desire, as if she was daring them to come closer, to come on her. But the unyielding aching of their cocks was daring them even harder.
Melridge stepped closer, the bespectacled tactician sporting a rare expression of ferociousness, his teeth bared. But it was Syd who went first, and came first. The spiky-haired artist rushed at Celia, thrust his dick forward, and splat!
"Yeahhh! EXPLOSION!!!" the artist celebrated, pumping both hands in the air.
"What?!" puzzled Celia.
The sous-chef blinked through an all-white mask, an even glazing of spooge all over her face. It had been so fast, even Melridge and Kurtz weren't sure what had happened, but Syd at least was satisfied, moving off with a huge grin on his face.
Celia was moving her lips, tasting the sudden semen coating on her face, when Melridge came even closer, pumping his hard dick fast enough to make his glasses fog up. Bravely the tactician soldiered on, and gave a ferocious roar when he came, pumping more cum on Kurtz's hot wife. His heavy load splashed all over her face and even on her black hair, adding to her mask of jizz which was starting to drool down her face, swathes of spooge cascading down her features and pooling into wet ropes which dripped and snapped off, landing on her prominent round breasts, on the white shirt and on her purple apron.
Melridge was finishing up, panting and squeezing the last drops of his seed onto her, when Kurtz came, and with a loud groan, basted his cum-covered wife with even more baby batter. She extended her tongue with delight, and the inside of her mouth was about the only part of her face still not completely flooded with sperm. But Kurtz's aim was all over the place, and all over her face, spurting his cream in her mouth and tongue and everywhere around, until even her nostrils were white with manmilk.
The two men were panting over the beautiful Celia, now a complete cummy mess and looking so different than just a moment ago. She was tasting and licking up the mixed serving of three men's hot milk, even as most of it dripped down all over her body and clothes. Her tits had been absolutely splattered with the glistening goo in only a short moment, and the copious ejaculate of the men was all over her clothes, heavy strands of wet semen settling on the white shirt and seeping into the fabric, and countless sprays and drops of spunk making her purple apron look like she had pulled an all-nighter in the kitchen making creamy delights.
Syd came back with a bowl of rice pudding and cherry sauce, eating it casually as he returned to the site of the cream.
"Explosions make the best art!!!" he thrilled, looking at the exploded-upon Celia.
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Eiyuden Chronicle Hundred Heroes - Santa Cassandra