Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 55
Kaldir and the princess both decide not to stop Plang's actions for now, sitting pressed close together as they converse quietly between themselves. Kaldir's voice sounds hoarse, likely from just waking up, while the princess, having endured Plang's intense interrogation, is utterly cowed—her words barely above a whisper, scraping along the floor.
She's the one who took turns suffering at the hands of the cowering girl beside her and Shuga, pinned beneath Plang over there. Yet Plang, her proxy in a way, seems the angriest of all. With no strength left in her body to intervene anyway, Kaldir opts to rest and observe for the moment.
"God, I haven't even properly executed my plans yet... and every damn day of my life feels like pure legend already. But Princess, why are you standing in the corner like that?"
"Ahhh...? W-well... because that robot you made told me to kneel and hold my arms up as punishment for what it did to you..."
Too late for genuine apologies laced with guilt—the princess fidgets, torn between saying sorry and staying silent. Apologizing would make her a hypocrite; not doing so, an insolent bitch.
As the princess agonizes without moving, Kaldir finds it odd. Normally, she'd demand Kaldir's pussy as tribute for landing her in this mess. No wonder Kaldir steals sidelong glances. Sigh... where did that imperious princess go?
With even the princess so deflated, it's like having her avatar right there beside her. Kaldir recalls the princess, dildo strapped on, using honorifics breathlessly as Kaldir reverse-cowgirled her to ecstasy. Seeing her so downcast sours Kaldir's mood too... Isn't there some way to fix this?
"Harsh treatment? Princess, it hurt—a lot—but... meeting you awakened the masochistic instincts I'd buried deep inside. It was good for me...? Especially that first time at the secret party hall, when your hand seized my ass... It felt like a ray of light piercing my boring life."
Kaldir confesses this to lift the princess's sunken spirits. Sure, the pain was once-death-worthy, triggering an unconscious shield from mortal peril—but that was raw survival instinct, not deliberate. With her powers outclassing the princess's anyway, Kaldir knew she wouldn't actually die. Time to play the bigger person and forgive her. Whether a slave bitch like her has the right is beside the point.
"And I wagged my tail first in front of you, so let's call it even—no organ flexing."
"What...? Sure, your slutty scent drew me into ever filthier acts... but no, I did do harsh things to you...?"
"Harsh? I'm saying let's forget it, Princess. Whether what I did to you or what you did to me... all of it..."
"Hmm, you say forget it, but does that make it forgotten...? We even filmed it."
Kaldir knows dragging it out would only sour their pussy relations further. Even as she extends the olive branch first, the princess sounds incredulous. To prove her sincerity, Kaldir nuzzles her face against the princess's ample chest, tongue flicking out to lap at her nipple.
Brushing her short golden waves aside with one hand, eyes half-lidded, Kaldir focuses every nerve on that tongue-tip contact. Her teasing is relentless. Haaah...! J-just a light nipple graze...! With my arms up, pits fully exposed... my mind's... flying away...!
The camera the princess mentioned had captured heaps of lewd shots as she and Shuga took turns—but amid the chaotic power struggle, it got kicked and smashed. No backups anywhere, so her worries are moot.
Camera or no, nothing stops them from fucking blissfully till whenever. That's what Kaldir's saying.
"Plang and Shuga are getting filthy right beside us... Princess, drop whatever's inside you and let's have some fun together..."
Having shed her innocent commoner skin and tasted sex's delights, placing a pussy-pounder right next to Kaldir and demanding chastity would be like an abusive boss's impossible order.
The princess, who'd normally cave to such temptation, is lost in the nipple stimulation, speechless. Kaldir seizes the moment—much like with Shuga's milk—channeling superpowered energy deep into the princess's lush breasts to awaken dormant milk ducts, making lactation spurt from her nipples.
"I've always wondered what your milk tastes like, Princess... A cute baby between us feels far off, but can I sample it early...? You say yes! Got it, then—thanks, I'll gratefully slurp it up...!"
"Aaah, am I... spraying baby milk from my tits like Maki...? I'm not some cow milking nonstop without a kid... Haaang...!"
Preliminary taste-test on pre-birth royal milk: unlike Kaldir's sweet, seductive scent that reels you in, the princess's is nutty and savory, like gulping soy milk—perfect alternated with Kaldir's.
Born between two mommies sans daddy, whose milk would the kid prefer? This preview couldn't reveal that.
"Uwaang, Maki... y-you said fun stuff... so the breakup notice is totally forgotten too?"
"Yes, Princess! Rub our pussies sticky again...! But why make such slutty noises? You guzzled my milk without permission...! If you're sorry... let me drink yours too...!"
"O-okay, so suck gently! My guilt toward you... is real!"
Despite the plea, Kaldir's intensity doesn't wane. Amid thickening seduction pheromones in the sealed space, the princess surrenders fully—releasing her punishment pose to tumble with Kaldir in makeup sex.
"Kyaaang... P-Princess... from now on, don't just say sorry... resolve it with body talk...!"
"Yeah, Maki. No more fighting—let's fuck! Fuck and forget it all!"
Kaldir, organ-flexed by the princess; princess, breakup-noticed by Kaldir. They've traded blows once each, and post-hurdles pussy-thumping as reconciliation is worldly canon.
With Kaldir yielding even on the breakup and granting amnesty, the princess has no reason to hesitate. Herself forgiving Kaldir's "crimes" (far lighter damage than what Kaldir endured) from her heart, she lavishes the girl's body with tongue and hands.
Each tumble swaps top and bottom. The rider bucks her hips wildly, making the bottom's tits jiggle perilously for pleasure. The bottom writhes lewdly, delighting the rider's eyes and ears.
The princess had monopolized riding till now, but this moment, they equitably share roles—proving, "We fought a bit, but our pussies are joined again!"
"Aaaah, Maaakiii...! G-gonna cum again! You infected me with constant heat!"
Lovers grow alike. They cling fiercer than before, craving lust, shattering atop ecstasy's peak without lasting long. Neither breaches the one-minute mark.
"Maki's tits... taste better post-makeup!"
"Princess's milk too... delicious. Let's pre-pregnancy nurse lots from now on...!"
After 20+ pussy grinds, they roll sideways into a 69 variant—tits thrust in each other's faces for free sucking—escaping the hellish one-minute orgasm wave.
Mmm, mmm, slurp, chup, chup... True 69 sucks cunts; theirs sucks nipples for milk. Imagined great, reality better—though pussy-to-pussy lasted less.
"Your milk slides down my throat, mine wets yours... Th-this is... infinite milk power...!"
"Infinite milk power...? Fitting from a science whiz—such unexpectedly hot talk."
Fuel on her milk to produce more from her tits, which flows into her to fuel hers. This ingenious chain runs over 20 minutes by mutual silent accord.