Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 28
Ever since getting her blood sucked, Kaldir had lost count of how many times Shuga had fucked her. It was as if Shuga, who had suppressed her twisted lust for over ten years, had finally blown her top, trying to settle all the depravity she hadn't indulged in all at once, like some year-end tax audit.
I've written over a hundred books using you as my muse, you bitch—if I try to cash that all in, it'll take years! Shuga thought to herself, and Kaldir, no longer a human with self-awareness but a living onahole with a chat function tacked on, gladly took in the overflowing torrent of Shuga's sexual desire.
When Shuga's fingers slipped into her pussy, Kaldir sucked on those slender rods with ferocious strength. When they entered her mouth, she slathered them in saliva and lavished them with devoted caresses. When Shuga's pussy hovered near her lips, she sucked it with all her might, and when told to spread her legs, she unleashed the full flexibility of her body, splaying them wide open. (A play from Secret Diary Vol. 89.)
No one but Kaldir, with her body optimized for sex, could handle Shuga. The only rival might have been Princess Atlantia—but hadn't she lost the first Heroine War and ended up trapped in a four-dimensional pocket?
"Hah... ah... Even after getting my blood drained, if you suck my milk while grinding our pussies... there's no moisture left in my body..."
"So you thought offering up your ass to me would leave some fluids inside? I'll drain you till you're a mummy, so relax."
The thrill of not worrying about rivals, of claiming Kaldir's body entirely for herself, was enough to make Shuga's eyes dart wildly. Lips, nipples, pussy, anus... where the hell should she focus? She wanted to suck there too, shove her fingers in here... Where to start the assault?
"Fuck, when every damn inch is this fuckable, what am I supposed to do? It'd be one thing if just one spot tempted me... Making your whole body this irresistible is cheating, right?"
It was the happy dilemma of facing a buffet with too many options. By then, anyone might wonder if Kaldir's body—leaking blood, milk, sweat, and pussy juice in massive quantities from below Shuga—was even okay. Kaldir begged for mercy, claiming she had no fluids left, but Shuga ignored her every time.
"Yeah, that's the stuff... Mom ditched me, so your first colostrum was the first breast milk I ever tasted. This has gotta be the best milk in the entire universe."
Shuga could replenish herself with Kaldir's nutrient-rich, moisture-packed breast milk, so there was no need to worry. It didn't quite match the flavor of that very first squeeze, but guzzling it freely like this was enough to momentarily forget the resentment of never nursing from her own mother.
"Hng... ah...? That... that was you who drank it? When did you...?"
"I'm the milk thief who stole your colostrum, bitch! So what? It wasn't for anyone anyway—now you're playing cop after the fact? Fine by me! Getting raped by a milk thief cop? How fucking hot is that play?! If you're a cop, act like one—properly offer that pussy to a taxpayer like me!"
When Kaldir, picking up on her offhand slip, asked if she was the milk thief, Shuga just spewed whatever came to mind. Hell, even the princess bitch had been dressed in a school uniform for roleplay—why couldn't she strip this cop naked and enjoy a rape scenario? (A play from Secret Diary Vol. 3.)
Even if such a law existed, laws were made to be broken, right? And technically, raping Kaldir wasn't rape—it was bestiality with a lighter sentence, so no big worry!
"Ahn... hng... naaang... Again... I'm cumming again... cumming, I said...?"
"I'm nowhere near done, you bitch! Keep those legs spread!"
Caught up in the sudden roleplay, Kaldir grew even more aroused. As Shuga relentlessly sucked her nipples and ground her hips, Kaldir wrapped her arms around Shuga's neck, riding the pleasure until she hit ecstasy and squirted a gush of pussy juice.
Nothing was more humiliating than announcing to someone else that you were cumming—but even as Kaldir openly confessed it, Shuga kept tormenting her hypersensitive post-orgasm pussy with her own. (A play from Secret Diary Vol. 7.)
Thanks to that, even after squirting once toward Shuga's pussy, Kaldir couldn't stop more juice from welling up deep inside. Their pussies never had a chance to grind dry—endless lube kept flowing, so how could friction even happen?
"Wait, nyaaang... Me too... me too... gonna cum... ugh... Gonna squirt my pussy juice all over your pussy... take it...!"
Of course, even Shuga was human and couldn't hold back forever. When she came, she insisted on creampieing Kaldir's pussy, just like some guy obsessed with internal ejaculation. Her flat pussy couldn't knock on the cervix, but the form sure looked similar enough.
"Hngaaan... I wanted the milk thief's pussy juice knocking on my cervix... ♥"
By the time Shuga came once—ranting about wanting a creampie of pussy juice instead of cum—Kaldir had climaxed over ten times. Superhuman stamina or energy be damned; with her nipples and clit rigidly erect from superpower energy, savoring the chafing stimulation, it was all irrelevant to Kaldir.
"Heeung, milk... thief... ma'am... Now that you've stolen my milk... are you gonna steal my pussy juice too...? Pussy juice theft is... a serious crime...?"
"Ha! Pussy juice thief... Sure, I'll gladly take that title!"
She'd already racked up crimes like milk theft, childhood friend fucktoy usage, and childhood friend merch production. What was one more pussy juice theft? Prison? If it meant fucking "Warden" Kaldir as a convict, she'd welcome it with open arms. (A play from Secret Diary Vol. 23.)
"Nggh... I... I want a lawyer... right to silence... ♥"
"Right to silence my ass—keep that lower mouth shut, and how the fuck are we gonna fuck?"
In the end, Kaldir was too busy cumming in real time to finish her lines. For jumping into the cop roleplay so eagerly after her "cop" bit, Shuga was touched—no tears, but plenty of pussy juice flowed instead.
"Ah, so good... yes... pussy juice thief... more..."
This sexy cop, who looked like she'd rock an elegant uniform under her black suit, had fully surrendered to the brazen thieving cat. Not content with wrapping her arms around Shuga's waist, she'd locked her legs too. If that wasn't her body begging don't stop fucking me without words, what was?
"Hngghk... I... don't care! Cumming... cumming again... ♥"
"Don't hold back... When I cum once, you can cum twenty times, Kaldir... Show me more of that gorgeous face and voice..."
Chub-chub-chub-chub... According to National Socialists' rants, Kaldir—superior "Germanic" race—getting reverse-raped by Shuga—inferior "Slavic" race—while floating hearts in her eyes and reveling in bliss was nothing short of paradoxical.
That paradoxical scene dragged on for nearly eight hours. Shuga had subdued the princess at 8 p.m.; now it was 4 a.m. Eight hours filled a full day's labor under advanced labor laws, so Shuga decided to call it for their first night, flopping onto the bed to sleep.
"Shugaaa... ♥ In this state... I can't sleep properly... ♥"
"What're you talking about? I'm just using you as a blanket. Shut up and sleep. Lights out? Nighty-night~ Mwah!"
As Shuga settled in, a forgotten use for the dildo resurfaced from her memories: Strapping it on, mounting Kaldir atop her, then sheathing it in Kaldir's pussy and drifting off.
With Kaldir's tits pressed right against her, Shuga slept cozy under a human blanket; the obsolete dildo got a glorious revival, warming nicely in Kaldir's pussy. Only Kaldir's lot grew more pathetic—living onahole and blanket now.
Still, Shuga wouldn't be pounding Kaldir viciously with it again. If she ever needed it that way... it'd probably be to defile the princess bitch's virginity—spared but barely.
Unless she seized that hymen which dared take Kaldir's first, her rage wouldn't cool. That level of punishment fit the crime. She'd head over at dawn and fuck her raw—look forward to it.
"Hnggt... ugh... ♥ With the dildo stuffed in my pussy... even staying still sends all my nerves there... can't sleep... ♥"
Shuga blithely switched off the lights, pondered a bit, then started snoring peacefully. Kaldir, meanwhile, didn't sleep a wink till morning. Hours pinned immobile with the dildo jammed in her pussy—she finally dozed from exhaustion at 8 a.m., when the cold night air had fully cleared.
The twin-bed room prepared by the Secretary-General for his daughter and her guest Kaldir had become a suite where the daughter captured her "prisoner" and some random girl terrorized the guest for a blissful romp.
Thanks to Plang's protective barrier enveloping the room after Aurora's, their moans hadn't leaked out. A fortunate thing for someone.