Locked Room: Milk Him Dry or Stay Trapped
Bilena, pale upper body stuffed back into her top in a cloud of pure terror, rattled the doorknob—then discovered one crucial fact.
"It won't open."
"You have to unlock the safety double bolt, idiot."
"...Who're you calling an idiot, you pirate hack? Look at this!"
Morgan, on the verge of exploding, sobered up at the sight of Bilena's desperate struggle. The door wouldn't budge. Not when Bilena threw her full weight into yanking it. Not even when Nidroga gleefully seized the chance to show off her strength and twisted the knob.
"Monica unnie did say something about you girls going at it too hard and late."
Esen's weary voice drifted from where she'd collapsed off in the distance, utterly spent. We all whipped around from the stubbornly shut door in unison.
"That's why I told you a bit late. She turned it into a 'room you can't leave until you do it.' Soundproofing service ain't free, y'know."
Morgan shook her head. Bilena, no stranger to lewd fantasies, wore a look of abject horror.
"...I think I just heard something that makes me doubt my own ears."
"Say that again. No way something like that exists."
Esen flashed a sly, wicked grin at the ashen-faced Morgan and Bilena.
"How 'bout this? 'If you wanna leave, milk a load each.'"
Bilena glared mournfully at Esen's slick, pussy-juice-coated cock.
"...Anyone got a handkerchief?"
"Fuck off. Why not just pour booze on it for sterilization while you're at it?"
"Then I'll be the one dying from the sting, Esen."
"You lot came in however you pleased, but leaving? Not so easy. If you bail midway, how pissed would Tan be?"
Morgan and Bilena glanced at Esen's limp, naked form sprawled out, drained of energy. Then at the sturdy meat rod right in front of them.
My dick was still rock-hard after pounding one Tigress into oblivion. Even I had to admit this stamina was unnatural. Just a few months ago, sitting naked in front of stunners like these, blatantly thrusting my cock out, would've been beyond imagination.
Maybe all those unimaginable experiences had overtrained my guts—and my libido—in the process.
"Ahem."
"......Mm."
As they stared at my twitching shaft, Morgan and Bilena seemed deep in inner turmoil. Nidroga, who'd yielded her turn, giggled about how innocent they were. Esen chucked a silk-embroidered pillow at us like she was grossed out.
"Quit that 'mm' bullshit. Drop the prude act and take turns chomping down. Lemme watch the show for once."
"...Chomp down and I'll die, Esen."
"Exactly. And quit throwing shit, you cat bitch. We'll handle it ourselves just fine."
Morgan hurled the pillow back at Esen's face. Then, with a resolute nod, she leaned in, bringing that sharp jawline right up to my cock.
"Your nun sis out there won't let us starve to death, sure... But a pirate captain can't show fear in her own ship—her fortress."
She planted a light kiss on the tip of the glans, all cleaned by Bilena. My heart raced at the luxurious affection, but I played it cool with a smirk, like it was nothing.
Morgan grumbled, cheeks puffing in annoyance.
"...Still, as a pirate queen-to-be, I can't chicken out on my own turf. But why the hell's your face like that?"
"Like what?"
"Kiss from a babe like me? Act happier! Quit smirking like you own the place."
"Sorry. Felt kinda lukewarm. At this rate, we'll be here all night. We can leave by breakfast, right?"
"Oh, so you hold the cards? Your dick lordship graces us each with a load of white cream before we escape?"
"If you're all freezing up, yeah, I'll have to take the lead. Don't like being babied? Step it up then."
I patted Morgan's thigh encouragingly. She flashed a grin and instinctively reached for her hip—though her gun and holster were well out of reach, of course. A chill of dread hit me inside.
"...Joking, right?"
"Obviously. Hell, can't even strip a porter bare and you wanna be queen of the seas?"
Morgan swallowed hard, then suddenly engulfed the glans in her mouth. She sucked hard, with a wet slurp.
This time, it zinged straight up my spine. I gasped, and now she looked triumphant.
"Puha! Big whoop! You'll blow any second!"
"...Move. My turn."
Bilena narrowed her eyes and snatched my cock lightning-fast, reeling it in. She took a deep breath, then opened wider than Morgan and took it in.
Her mouth brimmed with saliva, warm and sticky—a dizzying haze, like sinking into drenched, soft clouds.
"O-oh..."
"Skinny weakling overdoing it much?"
Maybe fired up by Morgan's scoff, Bilena panted hot breaths through her nose and inched forward, swallowing deeper.
"Don't charge in jealous and choke like a virgin—spit it out if it's too mu—wait, how deep you planning to go?"
Deep. Deeper. Way deeper than that tiny mouth should've managed. Past the midpoint where it felt full already... a bit too far...
"H-huh...?"
"Glurk..."
And finally, absurdly deep. Bilena deepthroated me to the hilt. Tears welled as she smirked at my pleasure-twisted face, like take that.
"Glug, heh..."
Even that mocking vibration stroked me. The delicate squeeze at the tip—her throat? Before she could savor victory, her face contorted in suffocation. Yet stubbornly... she started bobbing.
"...Bilena?"
"Mmglk. Gulk. Slurp..."
Clearly overdoing it. Saliva overflowed down her chin; eyes rolled back like her brain was getting poked... But that frail mouth and throat worked my cock with no trace of disgust anymore.
Strange thing. A genius like her, no reason to obsess over a mere porter's affection, lived a bit lonely maybe—but now lost in pleasuring me, seeming happy just doing it.
Pathetic yet admirable... Unlike the controlled pace I'd used to torment Esen, climax rushed in ridiculously fast.
"W-wait...! Slower...!"
"Gulk—hack! Kehk! Gah!"
...And Bilena hit her limit right before I blew, spitting me out.
Morgan gawked at us in turn: Bilena wiping spit and dry-heaving in agony; me shuddering, gripped by her shoulders, on the edge.
It ached, teetering so close—but her state came first.
"You okay, Bilena?"
"...Fine. Wasn't bad-tasting or anything. And you didn't shove it in."
She grinned, flushed with excitement, then scowled suddenly.
"But these pubes keep poking my eyes. Gonna shave 'em off."
"Damn, girl."
Morgan wiped the drool trailing down my shaft, impressed. The shiver made me tremble again; Bilena shoved me back triumphantly, like a conquering general.
I toppled backward on my knees, entranced. She shucked her panties from between her thighs, kicked them aside, then planted her utterly bare white ass between my legs, sitting down.
Thighs to thighs, pelvis to pelvis in a dizzying press. But she sat sideways, ignoring me, still in that white top from her escape attempt. Odd.
Bilena grumbled curtly, not meeting my eyes.
"I win."
"...Over who?"
"That pirate girl. So I'm first."
"...Since when was this a contest?"
"Shut up."
She grabbed my jaw, mashing our lips in a kiss. Smoother than at the beach lately—still clumsy tongue, but she knew how to take the pleasure I fed her now.
To Morgan still staring in awe, Bilena shot back that earlier mocking laugh. Then tugged my ear insistently, demanding more.
I patted the winner's ass, asking respectfully.
"What do you want me to do?"
No hesitation—she pointed at Esen. Plunging me into deep dilemma.
"Everything she got."
"...What?"
Esen's eyes bugged out; she burst into roaring laughter, rolling in the bed corner. Nidroga, amused spectator, asked deadpan.
"Gotta set the bar, Bilena. From day one with Esen till now? Or just tonight's?"
"...Treat me like Esen. I won't lose to that idiot."
"Can't even look me in the eye sober, but wanna do everything? You'll regret it."
I shot Bilena a silent warning glance toward Esen. Better heed her. Faint beach bruises lingered on that delicate skin. Her petite frame fit in my hands; body unaccustomed to sun, unlike Esen's.
But Bilena just scrunched her face.
"Shut up. I say do it, you do it."
"Right... now?"
"...Touch me more first. Yeah, there. Feels good."
Rubbing her scalp like a massage, she quivered contentedly. This lazy embrace felt nice—too bad she wanted rough handling next. Truth be told, I preferred cuddly, leisurely sex like this.
"You'll cry. Esen did."
"Better than crying 'cause you won't. You'll bawl all day like someone's dead. Till folks outside ask what's up. Hate that? Do it my way. Treat me rough like usual with her."
"...Scary either way. Fine, you're braced?"
Melting tension with kisses, stroking that handful breast... I hoisted both her thighs up.
Bilena startled from her kiss-daze.
"...Wh-what?"
"You said treat you like Esen."
I clamped her waist and inner thighs, hugging tight—like embracing three lumpy pillows at once.
Bilena choked out a strangled yelp. Then, realizing, in a terrified squeak:
"...W-wait. Don't tell me—"
"Farewell, Bilena."
Esen crawled over to the panicked girl, whispering honey-sweet in her ear:
"Porter style. 'Full nelson.'"