506: A Spark (18++)
Ember effortlessly sidestepped the wide, telegraphed, clumsy swing and continued on her theorizing about Charles’ sole seeming immunity to Ava’s milk. “Maybe you’re just too dumb to know what’s good for you?”
“I may be dumb, but at least I’m not a failed freak!” Charles shouted back.
Another swing, another wild miss.
“What abnormality convinces you to continue trying?” Ember asked. “Even you should be able to comprehend that you cannot win. If I wanted to, you’d be dead already.”
“You’re not as perfect as you lead on!” Charles declared and for a short moment managed to get a sliver of Ember’s attention. He then pointed to the redhead’s private area with his sword and screamed, his spit getting caught in his preposterous moustache, “Your unholy perversion is already coming undone! Just like you will!”
“Oh?” Ember looked down and only now realized that her temporary gift from Beatrice was shrinking. “Time must be up. So, she can use it again then. How about it, moustache? You want a proper cock to replace the thing that you’re so clearly compensating for?”
“I compensate for nothing!”
Swing and a miss.
Ember sighed. “I suppose the explanation is just that simple: all the goodness just got caught up in that floor mop of yours. Here, let me help!”
Charles barely had the time to blink before he had Ember’s hand at the back of his head and got thrown off his feet with a force that should not be possible for a girl of Ember’s modest frame. Before Charles knew it, his lips were around a hard nipple, and he felt delicious, thick liquid pour into his mouth.
“Argh!?” Ava cried out. The pricking of Charles’ thick moustache against her fair skin was far from pleasant.
“Oh, my bad,” Ember said and pulled Charles off the milky tit.
“Wh-what are you—!?” Charles barely had the time to process what he tasted. Yet that very taste might have softened what had come next.
Ember slid her index finger across Charles moustache like a match across the side of a matchbox and lit a spark. Except the figurative match wasn’t what was lit on fire.
“U-UAAAH!!” Charles screamed, his moustache burning bright and hot literally right under his nose.
“That’s what you get for scratching such sensitive areas with your old floor map,” Ember said and then grabbed the tit that Charles was momentarily fed on just moments earlier. “But don’t you worry—I’ll put it out… When the time is right.”
And the time was right when Charles’ moustache was no more. Ember squeezed Ava’s tit and doused the few remaining spots of yellow-orange under Charles’ nose with an abundant layer of the only fire-extinguishing liquid she had on hand. By then Charles’ moustache was no more. And with no barrier to protect his mouth and nose, Charles was all but drowned in the stuff as Ember squeezed, again and again, filling up the Purple Cape’s mouth and nostrils to the brim.
“Drink up and thank the nice lady with your tongue!” Ember commanded. She yanked Charles’ chin up and forced the man to swallow before attaching him back to the very same tit to suckle on.
Ember held Charles’ head down as his mouth filled up with more and more milk. So much in fact, that his cheeks puffed up even as he tried to gulp as much of it down as fast as he could.
“No fair!! Why does he get special treatment!?” the other Purple Capes complained as they got around Beatrice, Ava, Ember, and Charles.
Joshua would not need much convincing to get in on the action, but even Felix now found himself increasingly unable to withstand another second without more fresh nectar, directly from the source. All six Purple Capes wanted what Charles got handed on a silver platter.
“Seven mouths, but only two nipples to suckle on, ain’t that an issue?” Ember laughed.
Olivia did her best to pretend she did not see or hear any of it while standing watch at the other door that led further into the Pits.
“I guess, you’ll just have to share!” Ember said to Charles and pulled the man off the tit before he drowned in the milk.
And yet, despite nearly drowning in Ava’s milk, Charles screamed and cried. Even as he was pulled away, Charles reached with both hands for the tit that kept releasing more and more nectar, the only thing that had any taste or substance in this bleak, hopeless, miserable world.
“Please!” Charles begged. “Please, I cannot live without it!”
“Get in line!” the youngest Purple Cape grabbed Charles and used him as a stepping stone on the floor to get closer to Ava, only to get kicked in the face and tumble backward right next to Charles.
“That’ll do!” Ember said to the seven hungry Purple Capes, keeping them well out of reach of the source of the milk.
And as Beatrice climaxed and poured her own white nectar into Ava’s pussy, Ava moaned and arched her back, and expelled even more nectar of her own all over the seven Purple Capes, all of whom accepted the gift bestowed upon them with spread arms and tongues out of their wide-open mouth.
“Oh, shit!” Olivia exclaimed when she saw several figures approaching their position. One of those figures had a familiar mark she saw once before. “A captain!”