Suppressed Desires Turn to Mud 4
"Hngh… Now it's finally starting to feel good."
After shoving my futanari dick into her virgin pussy, tense and dry at first, several times, it had turned into a pretty decent onahole.
"Hrgh… Heuh… Ngh…♡"
Every time my forearm-thick futanari dick plunged in and out, sweet moans leaked from the onahole. When my hips slapped against her ass with wet smacks, her whole body shook along with her pussy compressed by my massive cock.
"You're turning me into a bad person, but I'm making you feel this good."
"Hngk…"
Squish-squish- I rammed my hips forward until her winding walls were pounded flat. Our connected dick and pussy shared the pleasure between us.
"Still hate me like this?"
"O… Ok…♡ Huu…"
I hooked my finger into the corner of her mouth melting from ecstasy. Her gagged lips drooled sloppily.
Rape executions really are the best…♡
If I had to pick my favorite part of this mafia game, it was Mafia Night—where everything was forgiven—and my futanari dick. The freedom to unleash my boiling lust into someone else's pussy was pure bliss. A thrilling buzz seeped deep into my chest.
"Hngh, feels good for you too, right? Your happy pussy tells my dick everything."
"H… Hnghk… Uh…♡"
Seeing her face crushed under my futanari dick sent shivers racing down my spine. Precum wasn't enough anymore—her juices overflowed, making it so slick my hips nearly buckled.
No need for comfy cheats like aphrodisiac pills. With this futanari dick between my legs, everything went smoothly.
"Let's fire off one round first."
I gripped her head tight as the urge to cum swelled. Spurt-spurt- I drew semen from my bloated balls to the limit and poured it into her womb. The flood of cum forcibly stretched her already-packed pussy.
"Ngh… Ngrh…"
It was laughable that she'd been a virgin moments ago—she was explosively impregnated by my futanari semen. She writhed from the bloated foreign sensation in her belly.
Her cum-pregnant stomach bulged toward the floor, lifting her onahole body off the ground.
"You said you were a virgin earlier. Mind if I take a peek?"
Squelch- I pulled out my spent dick.
"Eek…? Hnghk…♡"
Even withdrawing the long cock that hadn't reached her depths fully made her scream. The massively swollen onahole jiggled as it expelled its contents from her tight pussy.
"Hehe, your pussy's cumming too. Are you the futanari?"
A ridiculous sight brought a smile to my face.
"You look miserable—let me help."
I lifted one foot and pressed down on her back to let the cum flow out easier.
"Nngok…!? Hnghi?!"
Spurt-♡ Splurt-! The combo of internal and external pressure unleashed even fiercer streams of semen. Once all the futanari cum that had knocked up this virgin to full term leaked out, a massive puddle formed on the floor.
"I heard virgins bleed on their first time… Hard to tell if you really were one now."
A spoonful of strawberry jam couldn't stain my thick futanari semen enough to notice. It swallowed the hymen's red without a trace.
"Virgins aren't that important anyway. No one will think you were one now♡"
Her pathetic state made my futanari dick harden again. Watching that satisfying pussy creampie had my balls bubbling with fresh semen.
Squish-!
"Hngh…?!"
I shoved my oversized futanari dick back into her pussy. Unaccustomed to its brutality, the onahole began to tremble.
"This is just the beginning."
I stroked her quivering head before sex, like petting a pet.
"So get used to it already…!"
"Nghut…!?"
I pinned her to the floor and resumed the rape execution.
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"Hmm… It's getting worse."
This was my eighth load, I think. Using her pussy nonstop had clearly loosened her grip. Even shaking my hips at the same speed halved the pleasure.
"Hhe…♡ Hh…"
Her pupils were murky like muddied water. Her soaked mouth only let out faint breaths.
Execution time seemed sufficient.
"You weren't curvy to begin with, but I didn't expect the tightness to drop this fast. Should've raped Number 3 instead."
I hadn't expected much from the start, but disappointment lingered. I voiced all my regrets, whether she heard or not.
"The executor's pussy was the best—felt like deflowering her every time. Won't get that again."
I recalled that satisfying pussy that tricked you into thinking it was always fresh. Asmodeus tech or whatever, the slaves had something special. That's why I felt this current high-end onahole deprivation even more keenly.
"Ma…"
"Hm?"
"Ma… Magic girl… h-help… me…"
While I fantasized about other onaholes mid-sex, she was thinking of another woman.
"Still frustrated over here…"
I didn't like that this half-conscious onahole, wrecked by my futanari dick, was mumbling.
"A used onahole that can't even satisfy one dick!"
Smack-!
I slapped the ass that had lost its consciousness and tightness.
"Eek…!"
Sharp pain snapped her hazy eyes wide. A lively scream burst from her lips.
"Ha…♡ Yeah, that's how you wake up."
Her slack pussy clenched back to work. It squeezed my dick desperately with whatever strength remained.
"It was like this when I choked Number 4 too—you onaholes need to be used like this!"
Smack-! Smack-!
"Heek! Hnghk!"
Finally grasping how to use a female, I whipped my hand like a lash. Each strike painting her pale ass red brought a different satisfaction from my dick's root. The paint-like handprints thrilled me.
"Scream louder! Maybe a magic girl will help like last time?"
Smack-! Smack-!
In joyful play, I relentlessly swung my hips and palm.
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"Can't wait to see everyone's reactions."
After slapping and creampieing to my heart's content, my body felt light and my mind refreshed. Leaving the utterly broken onahole behind, I returned to my room.
"Feels like I woke up refreshed after diligently doing mafia work, even though others slept in their beds."
No fatigue despite using my futanari dick all night—energy surged instead. More than yesterday, even.
"Good thing I rejoined the game. Almost ended without playing a fun mafia after boring citizens."
In this space where everything was possible, my thrill-addicted brain even felt gratitude toward our game makers.
"Still gotta win morning votes to victory. I'll win the game."
Dawn approached, bringing another voting battle. Thinking of my little sister asleep in her hospital bed calmed my body and mind.
"Plus, winning votes means more nights with this dick. Not many left—gotta enjoy till the end…♡"
Opportunities to use this delightful dick were running out. Regret at it ending mixed with excitement for executing the rest, hardening my cock stiffly.
*
"Whoa, that's horrifying. No wonder Half-Crip wanted her."
Skipping useless chatter, Snatcher—who'd monitored Yumina intensely through Mafia Night—couldn't hide his shock.
"If Yumina's into SM, she'd grab the whip for sure. Hiding that sadistic side as a normal office worker…"
Her ordinary facade made even reliable intel suspect. The cruelty hidden in documents shook his trust.
"But she's pulling this off like never before. Might actually succeed…"
The core and futanari dick's endless lust synergized with Yumina's innate sadism. Success flickered before his eyes, making him swallow hard.
"Phew~ If this experiment hits big, the boss'll love me. Good thing Half-Crip got dragged first~"
Snatcher, tense as Bisect's next victim, relaxed his shoulders. He leaned back in his rigid chair with relief.
"Magic girls won't crash the experiment site anyway. They can't."
Not even those pesky nuisances could interfere. A smile crept across his lips without salty snacks.
"Hmm… If it really succeeds like this…"
Envisioning a hopeful future, Snatcher pondered briefly.
"Wonder if Yumina can use powers too."
Snatcher gazed at his reflection with starry eyes. He recalled the surreal power her body's original owner wielded.
"This one stirred up the north with just a brush. If Yumina awakens… Hmm…"
It was magic-like power defiant enough against world-dominating corps. Even after fights and tests, the core's might remained unfathomable.
"Still far from transformation. No weapons besides what I stuck between her legs. Body enhancement's good enough for now."
He tempered expectations seeing Yumina still in chrysalis stage.
"Ahem… Alright, morning now. Everyone, get moving."
Snatcher grabbed the mic as host, advancing the game to Day 4.
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Now just four left, all gathered before the door of fallen Number 6.
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……Number 6, who'd desperately fled my futanari self, lay not on the bed but the cold floor. Semen still oozed from her bright red ass. Her body twitched pleasurably in the afterglow of rape, proving she still breathed.
Won't say who has the dick anyway.
Having personally executed Number 6 with my futanari dick, I admired my handiwork with satisfaction. As mafia, no other way existed.
"Nights feel longer and longer. Fuck…"
Number 5, locked in her room forever, spat curses.
"Mafia's actions seem worse than before. Maybe 'cause they didn't act all day?"
After neck marks from choking came spanking handprints—Number 7 calmly analyzed the scene.
"Number 1, you…"
Number 2 stared at me, the fake cop, in horror. Her fearful eyes tantalizingly stimulated my dick's base.
"Why look at me like that? Think I did it? Stop the pointless finger-pointing."
In my leggings, I replied with a bright smile.