Chapter 53♥ – Violet Foreplay
Violet interrupted the gnolls’ mating session.
The warlock cornered herself against the door. Her head hung low, ashamed of her unsightly display.
What kind of sovereign would act like that?
But pain gnawed at her heart. Wallowing in dark thoughts and jealousy, she bit her lips and shut her eyes.
Err- I can still blame the liquor.
Violet wanted to drown her worries, letting them fester and disappear along her decaying life. Instead, the alcohol gave her the daring impulse to let it all out.
A gentle voice pulled her back to reality.
"Don’t just stand there. Come closer, Violet!"
"Ah, yes…" She approached meekly.
"Lorely, please release them. There’s no need for violence."
Lorely sighed. Her pawns released their grips on the witches.
"You wish to mate with a gnoll?" Metiva cringed as if Violet was the worst piece of degenerate trash.
"Shut up! Slade ain’t no gnoll. He’s human! Like me!"
"I used to be human, but now I’m a proud toilet slime."
"Is that so? I understand… I have no choice but to concede this one to you. I shall take the second turn." Metiva growled, still sore from the interruption.
As Violet walked past her, Metiva threw a barb. "It would be in poor taste to leave him unsatisfied after all."
The warlock stopped in her tracks. "Unsatisfied?"
Oh no, why is Metiva so aggressive?
"Hmpf! As if you could please Slade with those vulgar genitals. He’s not a man who falls for mere pleasure! I’ll teach him that my body and heart are more than enough."
The witches latched onto Slade. They refused to let go, holding the last line of defense against the intruding pawns.
He wriggled against their large breasts and fur, pleasantly surprised by their zealous affection. "Don’t worry. Your turn will come soon." Giving them a bop on their snout, he comforted them.
"Lorely."
The pawns peeled off the witches. Lorely sat behind him, burying his head between her breasts and securing him between her thighs.
Her thumping heartbeat betrayed her excitement. The night promised abundant pleasure, and she loved the party mood of the gnolls too.
"That’s one well endowed form you have there." She whispered into his furry ear as her finger tickled the side of the penis. She had missed its touch.
"Wh- Lorely?!" His rod grew harder at the graze of her hand.
"Hmm… That’s no good. I can’t let this drool in Mistress’ pussy. Let’s have the pawns help us."
A troglodyte and a harpy kneeled at Slade’s sides and licked away the gnoll’s drool.
"Hmmm…" Violet fidgeted while the pawns forcefully tore the liquor from her hand and undressed her.
She took off her cape, glancing shyly at Slade.
"Violet… You are stunning!"
"Mistress, I’ll clean up your crotch." Lorely said, while stroking Slade’s dick with her fingers.
"Oh, okay?" Violet stood above Slade so that Lorely could lick her crotch.
"Wh-where am I supposed to look?!" His eyes were torn between heavens and earth, Violet’s pussy above and a group blowjob underneath.
"Oh, that’s right! I am a dual core slime."
The slime-scarf wrapped around Violet’s neck slithered down to her crotch.
"Lorely’s tongue is rougher than usual…
He considered taking an active role, but he settled on staring at Lorely’s tongue skills.
"Ah!"
Slade’s mind snapped at her cute squeal.
His entire body quaked as his milk sprung into the harpy pawn’s throat. The thick fluid splashed on the troglodyte’s tongue and Lorely’s hand.
"Don’t let any of it go to waste!" The gnolls pushed the pawns away and licked the trickles spilling over the fluffy rug. They also grabbed the pawns and kissed them to taste the semen.
Slade couldn’t wait any longer. The chonky pup fused with the slime scarf and grew into an adolescent sized gnoll. He pulled Violet down, making her fall on his thighs.
"Heh?" Violet looked at the throbbing fat cock sticking out between her thighs, wrapped around Lorely’s hand.
He pulled Violet’s head closer and kissed her.
The flushed woman stuck her tongue inside the gnoll-slime’s maw.
"D-do you remember the dream?"
"I can’t forget it even if I wanted to." He kissed her neck while fondling her back.
"I kept thinking about it last night. I fell asleep, hoping my dreams would give me the same bliss again."
Slade stared into her eyes. "This is no dream."
She pulled his face into her breasts. "Thank you for choosing me, instead of Griscent’s plans."
He tore his head away from her bosom, averting his face. "Sorry, but it wasn’t entirely for you… I merely chose freedom."
"But that’s enough for me… Won’t you love me back?"
Metiva and Griscent were already aware of his feelings for her. Yet they didn’t mind it, so there was no point in withholding the truth.
"I love you."
The gallant sovereign who saved him was such a vulnerable alcoholic wreck at the same time. Even so, he had already accepted her many distinct faces she had.
He pushed her down and kissed her.
"I want you."
He drooled over her pale flesh.
"P-put your fat cock inside me, please." She spread her legs.
Violet wasn’t drunk enough to embrace her dirty talk with confidence. But it was enough to deepen Slade’s hunger.
He stared into her timid gaze. Aroused by her plea, his ragged breaths brushed against her exposed breasts. The rim of his penis pressed against her belly as he leaned on her. Leftover semen from the pawns’ blowjob smeared her delicate skin.
"I’m going in, Violet."
"W-wait… I-" she stuttered. Her mind was jumbled, overtaken by a fit of panic. Was it alright for a sovereign to give up her body to someone she barely knew for a week? A flood of vague uncertainties drowned her in hesitation.
One moment, she claimed her love, and the other she closed herself.
It was frustrating, but Slade didn’t get discouraged. There was no use in getting angry over her indecision. Instead, he found the strength to welcome her resistance with glee. Having her throw herself to him was nice, but conquering her was good, too.
"It’s alright." His snout pressed her lips, their tongue mingled together in a dance.