452: Spreading Favor (18++)
“AAAAAAAAHN!!!” Olivia let out an orgasmic cry and arched her back, putting her naked body on full display. One hand cupping her breast, the other—with three fingers deep in her pussy.
“Oh, what sweet dreams she must have,” Merillia said while admiring every jerking, twisting motion of Olivia’s youthful forms. “But dreams pale before reality. Awake and find fulfillment for your tormented soul!”
As she said that, Merillia folded her fan once more and pointed her freed-up arm at Olivia. She then slowly raised Olivia’s sweaty body into the air, controlling the ninja girl just like she did Beatrice.
However, unlike Beatrice, Olivia clearly was permitted to move much more freely. And that she did. As Olivia slowly left the world of dreams, her needs only became more severe. Three fingers were no longer even nearly enough to satisfy the ever-growing ache inside her. Olivia rammed four fingers inside her squelching pussy while assaulting her swelling clit with her other hand. Liquids flowed down Olivia’s inner thighs while she squeezed the fifth and final digit of her hand into herself.
“Of course, it won’t be enough!” Merillia said. “No matter how much you try. No matter how many times you cum. Soon, it will no longer matter even if you get your entire fist inside. No, not “if”. ‘When’. That will be the turning point. When even pounding your womb with your fist will no longer grant you the sweet release that you desire so desperately, that is when true desperation will set in.
“So, enjoy them! Those fleeting glimpses of euphoria brought upon by increasingly short and unsatisfying orgasms. We both know that they pale in comparison to the fulfillment you felt before. I can smell it! The divine favor that a demon has bestowed upon you! You exude traces of it from your every pore! Look! Even that fool’s underlings can feel it!”
Olivia was no longer the only one moaning for satisfaction. Beatrice and Ember saw Annie’s three hostages, the last priestesses from Lucarad’s “church”, squirming and writhing while looking at Olivia with hazy eyes. Even the pain in their hands no longer doused their arousal. Even with the palms of their hands still impaled with nails to the wall behind them, even as blood trickled down their arms, their thoughts became increasingly simple.
The priestesses cursed their bound position. But not because of the pain. Because they could not get closer to the aura that beckoned them. The scent that spread from the floating girl. The scent that got them high. That drove them mad with lust. And they could not even masturbate! They were left with shifting and rubbing their thighs, attempting to get some pleasure.
The priestess who was bound closest to the dark aura attempted to break free from her bondage, but the spike in pain and the wide head of the nail prevented this. For now.
“AAAAAHHH!” Victoria cried from the sharp pain in the palms of her hands and jerked, making her giant tits flop around, loosening her blue robe. But that momentary snap to reality quickly faded. Seconds later Victoria was once again rubbing her thighs while fantasizing about joining the Queen’s hostages.
“G-get a grip, you two!” Helen tried to rouse the other two priestesses. Though she sounded less than unconvincing. It was more like her words were meant for herself. For she moved her hips with just as much fervor as her bound friends.
“If… Hnnn! If I could just—” Priscilla, the priestess with blue twin ponytails, bound between Victoria and Helen, desperately reached for a broken chair leg. Frustratingly close, just barely out of reach of her little toes, the chair leg mocked Priscilla. Making the priestess imagine all the wonderful ways she could ride the piece of wood to wonderful orgasms and fill the emptiness within her.
“Ah, what splendid reactions!” Merillia marveled at the spreading lewdness. “They lived ever on the edge under Lucarad’s watchful eye. Is it any wonder that it takes the lightest of touches to make them fall?”
“We haven’t fallen yet!!” Helen shouted, to the Queen and to herself.
“You say that as you salivate over a chair leg that your orgy partner is clawing for!” Merillia laughed.