416: Hunger (18++)
“P-p-p-p-plov…?” Carl stuttered and chocked on his words as tears built up in his eyes. “The seared pork… The carrots… Rise from the fields of Bekuz. Slowly sewed with garlic and pepper… J-just… Just like mama used to make!”
“S-salmon,” Jeremy gasped in disbelief as he savored the drops in his mouth.
“Strawberry!!” Liam cried out and gathered all the cum he could off his body, licking his fingers clean, all but devouring them.
“How is this possible?” Carl asked.
Chris turned to Ember and Samantha and asked, “Is this what you indulged in while—”
“While you lot brooded in a dark corner?” Samantha finished Chris’ question. “More or less.”
“More!!!” Liam screamed grabbed Beatrice’s tail and sucked out every last drop he could get out of it before moving on to licking it clean of any drops that trickled down along its dark, smooth surface.
Not to be denied of his hunger for freshly caught fish that was just cooked over a river-side campfire, Jeremy leapt for Beatrice’s cock. His stomach growled, awoken from a desperation-induced coma, Jeremy’s need returned to the very base of its primal roots. And not only Jeremy’s.
“Make her cum again!!” Carl shouted. But instead of concentrating on making Beatrice cum, he searched for any cum still left before the others devoured it.
All four men became all-consumed with hunger and need to devour. After years of eating meals of varying degrees of tastelessness, spoiledness, rottenness, blandness, and worse, coming upon their most favorite, most delicious food they’d ever eaten, these men would do anything to stuff their stomachs with it.
Like starving men after years of harshest, blandest diets who were suddenly allowed to gorge cookies, peanut butter, and creamy deserts with zero repercussions, they could not stop. They had to consume. Even if their stomachs bloated to the point of hurt, to the point they could not turn or move or even lie down, they had to consume. Savor every drop while they had the chance.
After collecting every drop and smear off their skin that they could, licked Beatrice’s entire body clean, collected it all off the chairs, pillows, even floorboards were not spared their swollen tongue action, the eunuchs finally moved concentrated on the source of the magical cream: the cock and the tail of the holy goddess that arrived to this land to bless them with her gifts. Those delicious, delicious gifts.
The eunuchs’ mouths were wet, and their stomachs ached for more. Salivating for it, they jumped to work. There was not much science to it. All they had to do was make the cocks climax again to pump another dreamlike meal out of them? All four knew what made cocks tick and at that moment their selfish desire to bring Beatrice’s phallic objects to climax rivaled no living being that walked this land.
No effort was too much, no trick too dirty. Without even noticing it, the four eunuchs displayed a level of teamwork not seen even in the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild’s annual lewdlympics. And though Beatrice had much to say to the four crazed fiends, though she had orgasmed mere seconds before, when faced with such unrivaled passion and hunger that went well past anything reasonable or even healthy, it did not even take a full minute before Beatrice’s breath was taken with the familiar double throbbing, double pulsating pleasure, double rush of euphoria that rocked her body with each pump of cum through her cock and tail.
But this time there were no ropes of cum flying to the ceiling, no white drops raining across a pile of sweaty naked bodies. Few drops of Beatrice’s cum even saw the light of this warmly lit room. Each shot of cum was fought over and devoured by four salivating mouths.
Yet despite the copious amounts of cum that the succubus was capable of unleashing, there were no amounts that any living being could let loose that would satiate the four madmen. And as the force of each shot lessened, as the thickness and weight of each rope of cum diminished, the ferocity of the four desperate men only increased as their teamwork crumbled, and their fighting threatened to turn bloody.