Anahí's ecstatic smile comes with whimpers of joy, and gusto. Her soft suction attempting and failing to swallow the whole load of cum, droplets trailing her chin, creeping down her neck, smearing her beautiful massive chest.
Panic invades the damsel, realizing she has committed a sacrilege by not accepting the entire «Baptism», cupping the semen with her dainty hands.
[ Ravager ] [ 5 / 20 ]
[ Ravager ] [ 6 / 20 ]
{Why the count increased twice?. And so unevenly…}.
"Show me the Panel of your Profile". I demand, witnessing My Adept's reaction and compliance.
[ Anahí Vagrant ]
[ Worshiper ] [ Level 2 / 9 ]
[ Progress ] [ 7 / 15 ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Spirituality ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Vitality ]
[ 2 ] [ + ] [ Mentality ]
[ 1 ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ]
[ 7 ] [ + ] [ Radiance ]
{Progress can be gained and granted even if i've already obtained the Subclasses. Yet. It doesn't explain the discrepancy between the Progress obtained for Ravager}.
My dutiful Adept continues sucking the remainings of my seed, along all the blessed fluid spilled on her body. Increasing her level to three.
{Isn't this too fast?. Two jet-streams used to give One of Progress, now is almost six times this efficiency. Perhaps the Subclasses have their own new rules after completion… , Subclass Panel?}.
[ Vurckair Vecturion ]
[ Tier 0 ] [ Piercer ]
[ Tier 0 ] [ Randomier ]
[ Tier 0 ] [ Dispenser ]
[ Empty ]
[ Empty ]
{That's it?!. Well, at least i now know i can learn up to Five Subclasses… , But. What happens if i gain a sixth one?. Or more?…}.
"Patriarch Vurckair". Anahí timidly calls me, repentance in her cute voice. "Did i fail the Baptism?".
"You did". I say amusedly, with a wide smirk and a gallant wink, puzzling her as i ruffle her hair. "Which means you have to repeat it until you complete this ordeal".
Relief and bliss is reflected on Anahí's expression, her happiness brimming with conviction. "Your amendment is my guide, Patriarch Vurckair".
She remains on her knees, resuming with the attentive smothering of her gigantic bosom over my flaccid dick. Like a phoenix surging from the ashes, Anahí's scorching passion rekindles the lively embers of my manhood, restoring my hardened vigour through the careful caresses of her sensuous novice touch.
With my length towering between the valley of Anahí's breasts. The damsel can have another taste of my virility, accepting me with increasing attachment, as she is getting fond of my cock's warmth, and girth, forgetting about the «Breast's Hug», leaning back, holding my thighs to impulse herself, engulfing more than half of my engorged manhood.
I encourage her with patronizing pats that comb her disheveled hair. There are no exchange of words, but she understands exactly what i want, gobbling another two inches of my dick, effectively surpassing the three quarters threshold.
Dim sounds and heatwaves appear in my field of vision. People are stealthily standing outside in the corridor.
{Bridgette and Esdrana, if i'm not mistaken}.
Along the pair, is Kiara, who probably startled the two females listening to the ongoing event in the room.
{I thought it would take them longer to return}.
Blue Emts cover the entrance lock, noiselessly unblocking the door, leaving it ajar. The three peek through the gap, stunned by the sexy time shared, and enjoyed, between Anahí, and me.
My gaze falls upon them. The three are frozen in place by the shock of being caught, absentmindedly leaning forward, opening the door, accidentally revealing themselves to Anahí, who spares them a glance before resuming with the resolute bobbing of her head.
The scornful nagging of Esdrana doesn't take long. "How can you not stop this indecency at once, Coprophage?!".
"Aren't you mixing this up?". My shameless retort is instantly issued. "Use logic for once. «Why should i stop?». I'm in my own room, enjoying a good time with my partner. You three are the ones who barge unannounced, and without my permission. If you don't like what you are seeing. Feel free to leave at any given moment through the way you came".
Esdrana's fury rises up. But it's not because of my words. If not due to sheer jealousy, since Anahí can suck more of my cock without needing any pushing assistance.
In addition. Bridgette's eyes are locked on me, acting with confidence as she crosses the room, sitting at my right, boldly having a better view of Anahí's fellatio.
Meanwhile. Kiara is beet red, which is more noticeable because of her tanned skin. "I only came to let you know that the banquet is being served". She comments, trying to leave, but i don't let her.
"That's very kind of you, Kiara. Let me give you an adequate reward. Come closer. I'm going to grant you a Baptism".
"I don't deserve…".
Kiara is cut short by Anahí. "Are you refusing the order of a Lost Soul who Blessed you?".
For the first time, Anahí's soft, gentle voice, sounds stern and threatening.
"That's not what i meant!". Terrified rectifies Kiara, hurriedly kneeling in front of me, right besides Anahí.
The Burnett opens her mouth, thinking i would simply shove my dick once, like i did before.
But she is mistaken, and has to make amends. At least on Anahí's eyes.
Holding the short chestnut hair of Kiara, my wish is quite clear, directing her to the sack of my testicles.
The contact of her black lips is maddening, their smoothness has to be illegal, which is strangely matched by the texture of her slippery tongue.
Kiara's surprise is evident, but ephemeral, Anahí's glare demanding fervent servitude from the Tomboy, reminding her to attend me adequately.
Compelled to obey, Kiara does her best to please me, imitating Anahí's movements with loud sloppy plopping noises from every smooch she executes on my meaty, wrinkled jewls.
Tilting to my right, the poker face of Bridgette is crumbling apart. And like the Young Gentleman i am not. I kindly assist the Corsair Actress to remove such hideous facade, unworthy of her talented dramatical skills of impersonation.
Passing my arm around Bridgette's neck, i bring her closer, reaching out for her right breast, groping her flesh under the leather of her clothes, all thanks to the prominent cleavage of her attire.
Lunging forward to capture Bridgette's red lips, it takes me a couple of seconds to suppress her.
Simultaneously, my predatorial eyes mock the struggle burning within Esdrana, who simply limits herself to watch the lustful spectacle of debauchery, knowing how bad it would be if anyone finds out about her new tastes.
"What are you watching Pretty Girl?"…