The Chimera Summoner – ch 51 (part 1/2) – Jennifer Amelia Montil-Valant Three

Ch 51- Jennifer Amelia Montil-Valant Three

I gasped as I popped out of my noble Serenity's tightly constricting depths, feeling cold air for the first time in ages.

“I should wash, before I do anything else.” I said crawling off the bed, after giving Serenity’s strong back one last kiss. She lounged on her tummy, kicking her legs dreamily, stretching her arms up over her head and sighing.

“Not so.” Lorna stopped me. “Serenity is an astral being.”

“So?” I stopped.

“So she doesn't have the kind of biological stuff going on up her–” Violette chimed in, enthusiastically.

“Exactly.” Lorna cut her off.

“I should still…?” I indicated taking a shower.

“I'm perfectly clean inside.” Serenity huffed, turning her head so that she was no longer facedown in post-sex bliss.

“I'll prove it!” Violette volunteered before diving onto Serenity’s ass, parting her cheeks, and plunging face first between them.

Serenity yelped then immediately gasped in pleasure as whatever Violette was doing to her made her many eyes roll before she slumped face first into the bed, lifting her ass up higher to give Violette free reign.

Jennie used her newly freed legs to threaten escape, and Lucy caught her ankles firmly.

“This slut has paid for her transgressions and is ready to be a good girl again, mistress.” Lucy purred.

I could see her arousal absolutely dripping down her long legs, and she and Lorna rearranged Jennie.

Soon, they each held an ankle and a wrist, spreading her open, with her hips just on the edge of the bed. Very. Very vulnerably.

I found myself standing before her, without conscious decision. I couldn't take my eyes off Jennie, harnessed in light, wearing only her slutty black panties. They were long since soaked through, clinging to her pussy lips like paint.

I could smell her.

I could see the desperation in her eyes, fixed on me like she could force me inside her with sheer force of glare.

“Un-gag her.” I said.

I felt a tingle run down my legs when Jennie instantly opened her mouth wide.

Lucy obediently removed all of the panties from her mouth.

Jennie took some deep breaths through her nose, but kept her mouth wide open for me.

Her pupils were wide.

Her legs were wider. She slowly straightened them, showing off her extreme flexibility for me. Lorna and Lucy were soon holding her in a completely open V for me.

“You were a bad girl.” I said.

Mouth wide, and tongue extended, Jennie nodded.

“You deserved to be punished for spying again.”

Another nod.

Rapid, shallow panting.

A subtle clench in her abdomen.

I ran my finger down the middle of Jennie’s supple, petite body. Straight down her center, from throat, down her chest between her pretty flushed titties, over her fit tummy, down, down slower to the high waist of her panties.

Her eyes went wide.

Her panting accelerated with every inch.

She convulsed in a tiny, involuntary attempt to urge my hand closer to her desperate sex.

I quelled the attempt with a stern glance, and Jennie went utterly still.

My cock throbbed at her show of instant, eager, unquestioning obedience. Fueled by sheer need, Jennie had been edged and tormented into intense, thirsty submission.

Lorna and Lucy were locked in with us. Utterly fascinated.

I felt their shared power trip, controlling Jennie together. It thrummed over our bonds like an orchestra.

I lightly trailed down over the lacy black scrap of lace that clung to Jennie's hips, the only thing she was stil wearing.

Enjoying the tiny bits of skin I could see through the sheer windows between the ornate pattern.

Jennie let out a tiny, pitiful whine, begging as clear as if she’d spoken the most eloquent plea.

I pressed down and ran my finger straight down over her pussy in a single, deliberate motion.

Jennie came.

Her eyes rolled back completely.

Her legs shook.

She let out a strangled, ragged wail.

It was tiny and brief, and when her eyes opened again, instead of relief, I saw an almost alarming degree of HUNGER!

“More. Pleeeeeeeeeease.” She hissed. Feral. Nearly out of her mind. Rather than relief, I sensed a starving wild animal who’d scented food.

I sucked my finger into my mouth, savoring her taste from her dripping panties.

“My Lucy thinks you can be a good girl.” I said, carelessly.

Even though I too was ready to burst. Ready to attack. To ravage. To reward. To give Jennie everything she wanted for as long as she wanted.

For as long as she could stand.

“I can! I am!” Jennie pleaded, wildly. She squirmed, but Lucy and Lorna held firm.

“I don't think so.” I announced.

I halted Jennie’s outraged squeak by grabbing her nipples and twisting hard.

Her eyes crossed as she whined in pleasure and pain. Her outrage turned to something between a moan and a laugh and something completely wild.

“I think,” I continued. “That you are a bad girl, at heart.”

Jennie struggled to focus, shaking her head pleadingly. A tiny thread of actual hurt working into her eyes. I pressed on, before it could set in.

“So I am going to fuck you like a bad girl.” I growled in her face.

Tiny hurt turned to ferocious, proud GLEE. Unholy, untamed.

I ripped her panties off with a savage yank, easily snapping and shredding the soaked fabric that separated us.

I let the shreds hang from one of her slender thighs as I lined myself up with her smoothly shaved pussy. Her silken pussy lips kissed against my cock, wet and willing.

“Beg.” I said.

“Fuck you.” She grinned fiercely. Then she winked.

I grinned, wide. I couldn't help it.

It didn't fit my character or the play.

But she was just so fucking hot, and then she had the audacity to WINK at me… all spread out and trapped and vulnerable like this.

“Get inside me, loser.” She dared me. But she was smiling too. And blushing, if I didn't know better.

I went to check her feelings through our bond before remembering she wasn't linked to my soul.

“You’re going to regret that taunt.” I promised, lining myself up with her entrance, slavering myself in her wetness.

Her eyes fluttered but she tried to stay haughty.

“Prove it.” She barked.

I plunged myself up to the hilt inside her in a single, savage thrust.

I smirked as her tight little tummy bulged. I was definitely bigger. Got to remember to thank Death for that little gift.

Jennie froze, mouth agape for a full ten seconds. Her back was arched so far she nearly escaped. Her limbs vibrated.

Then she came.

It was like an avalanche.

But HOT.

Her tight little pussy GUSHED juices over me in wave after shuddering, splashing wave.

I had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop her screaming from scaring our neighbors.

Lorna and Lucy both cooed and held her, showering her with praise, demanding she cum harder, telling her how pretty she was, what a bad girl she was for cumming without permission.

I was totally certain that Jennie didn't understand a single word.

Didn't even know she was being addressed.

She shook, and writhed. Her limbs slithered free of Lorna, and then even Lucy.

I heaved myself on top of her, pinning her down with sheer weight and leverage.

She clung to me as I gently ground myself around in her tight, hot pussy and let her squirt all over me.

When her screaming finally lapsed into ragged moaning, I released her mouth, but she lunged and sucked my thumb into her lips. She sucked hard as she struggled to make eye contact. But her eyes kept sliding out of focus, at the slightest movement inside her.

I let her suckle for a while, then freed her, getting in her face.

“Say your name.” I demanded.

She blinked at me in confusion.