Case 96: When a drunkard hits it big. (R18)
''Hic...!''
In a room tinted with a scent of alcohol, a terrifying silence persists.
The woman who was the cause of this, Cecilia, only smacked her mouth lazily, eyes hazy. No one could be sure if she were actually drunk or not. After all, they knew she could deceive.
Her three lovers stared at one another, uncertain of the best approach. At best, it was awkward, and at worst, it was about to get ugly between them.
The topic of sex was somewhat taboo in this circle. Everybody knew what was going on, but they tacitly avoided mentioning it. If either one of them confronted others about that, wouldn't it be an acknowledgement that the opponents had slept with Cecilia?
It was an ambiguous sort of agreement between them—eyes don't see, hearts don't ache.
But now... the fragile balance was directly broken by Cecilia.
'''' ... ''''
Tense.
Each one of them had gone through rigorous training and countless battles, but none were prepared for something like this. In the end, Lyra, the only person qualified to break through this matrix, stood up. With a sigh, she walked over the Cecilia, removed the koala from Rachael's arm, and sternly spoke,
''Big sis. You're drunk.'' She squeezed the woman's hot cheeks. ''It's time for a bath. Rest after that.''
''Mughm...''
It seemed as though the harmless-looking Cecilia, who was now being bullied on the cheeks, wouldn't cause any more trouble. Sighs of relief could be heard. As expected, the little sister was powerful...
''No.''
''...?''
Yet, the drunk girl pouted, gently slapping Lyra's hands away, ''Go out.'' She pointed to the door. ''Be good and wait for sister in your room.''
''...What?''
''I'll be back by... tomorrow. Mgm... cook you breakfast, okay...?'' Cecilia gingerly kneaded her words, ignoring the utter voids forming in Lyra's eyes.
It felt as though the air had gotten a dozen degrees colder—enough for someone to let out an instinctive hiss at the sheer malice leaking.
But Cecilia was stubborn.
''...''
''Lyra?''
''...Fine. Have a good night, everyone.''
The heroine, fists clenching, glared at the lovers and left the room, not before kissing Cecilia's forehead once. Of course, no one paid attention to that, but facing those eyes, they all felt some sort of... fear.
''Now then!''
Alas, there was another thing they had to deal with.
At this point, looking at Cecilia, who enthusiastically began to strip, the three women thought things were about to go south. Admittedly, they all needed some 'relief,' especially since their lover was unwell these last weeks, but not in this way...
''No, Cecilia, look...''
Rachael, who was the closest to Cecilia, attempted to grab her hand and stop the lunacy, but the next thing she knew, she was pushed over. The drunk woman sat on her waist, gazing down coquettishly while unzipping her dress from behind.
''Heheh... you're so pretty...''
Her soft white dress loosely fell off, revealing a pair of destructive weapons. Shielded only by the innocent-colored bra, they soon collided with Rachael's own chest as Cecilia bowed down.
The princess couldn't help but feel blood rushing to her groin as her partner lovingly kissed her lips, transferring some of that heat over. Eyes closed, they began to exchange saliva, wrapping one another in an intimate struggle.
Cecilia, now full of vigor, appeared just as alluring as her fragile self, and when she performed these indecent acts without shame or reservation, no one seemed to be able to resist her charms.
''Phew... mhm...''
Penelope and Kiara were just as enchanted as Rachael. They stared at Cecilia, the sweet, innocent Cecilia, now tainted with unfathomable lust, slowly rose, her elegant hand stroking the imperial princess's honest body part. She merrily squinted, licking off the saliva on her plump lips.
Gulp.
The two, now unsure if they even felt their own jealousy, thought they would soon see something incredible.
''...What are you two doing?''
'''' ...? ''''
Until Cecilia turned to them. On her lips was a thin, seductive smile, and for just a moment, they almost saw a waving tail behind this vixen.
''If you don't come over... we can't all feel good, can we?'' She spoke, her tone coy, words slowed and lowered. ''Come here... I'll not disappoint you.''
''This...''
''Huh...''
As if under a spell, their legs forcibly moved, and they couldn't help but inch closer.
Below, Rachael's condition was even worse. She was panting, in heat, her eyes crimson and fangs protruding. She could only see Cecilia's bare, milky white neck, but her lower body was also craving something else.
She was about to lose it.
Feeling a pair of hands firmly holding her waist, Cecilia chuckled, ''There, there... I'll do you first...''
Burying her face in Rachael's chest, Cecilia unzipped the princess's pants, setting the frustrated member free. Then, she reached down to her own crotch, pulling her panties aside to expose her precious place.
''Mhm... nn...''
Taking a big whiff, the drunkard propped herself up, itched down, letting Rachael's tip touch her slit. Just in time, Penelope and Kiara settled on her either side, their rods swelling.
The air tasted extremely hot.
''Take it out.''
Cecilia whispered, her tone oozing ardor. Of course, the two did as she said, feeling neither embarrassed nor awkward. And as soon as the two beasts were let loose, Cecilia's ecstasy visibly went up by several notches.
''Nhn...!''
Her hand crawled between her legs, sliding and scooping some of the leaked water into her palm before Rachael's member was guided into that same place. Slowly, Cecilia felt her insides stretching, the hot, throbbing rod scraping against her sensitive flesh.
She clenched her muscles, moaning, barely preventing herself from collapsing.
''Heheh...''
A faint laughter.
Down to the very base, Cecilia had swallowed Rachael whole.
''Ceci... lia...''
A terrible hunger set in when she saw the princess's pitiful face—her bewitched, sexy face. Yet, she had two others waiting. Remembering the purpose of her own fingering, Cecilia fused that gulp of lewd water in her hand with a batch of saliva, then spread them evenly between her palms, and... grabbed the other two's rods.
Drowning in the mixed scents of her beloveds, Cecilia wildly spent herself.
Her hip hopped up and down rapidly, hands vigorously stroking, her tongue alternating between tasting Penelope and Kiara's members while Rachael impaled her to the womb.
Lost in pleasure, she could only hear her lovers' moans, her vision hazy.
''Hgn...!''
Soon enough, it was the especially frustrated Rachael who lost to Cecilia's devouring. Her throbbing rod was mercilessly clamped down as soon as it showed the signs of bursting, and the precious imperial seeds were all sealed within the drunk woman's womb.
''Hah... hah...''
''That was amazing, Rachael... heheh...''
But before either of them could bask in the afterglow of the sex, Cecilia's tenacious bra suddenly fell off—no, someone took it off.
''Hey, don't forget about me?''
Grabbing Cecilia's chin roughly, Penelope forced her lover to look only at her. She was already boiling with desires, and it seemed almost certainly she wouldn't be satisfied with some ordinary 'compensation.'
''Cecilia, me too...''
On the other side, even Kiara was calling.
''...But of course, tonight won't end so easily...''
