Rule 50, The Social Club Party with Milky Who Can't Let Go of the Baby (4)
Women in suits, carrying instruments, ascended the stage and began playing calm music.
But soon, the melody faded from my ears.
It wasn't that they'd stopped playing. It was just that the massive wave of stimulation crashing into my head had maxed out my brain's capacity, leaving no room to process anything else.
"Grrk!"
A cool pleasure so intense it blackened my vision surged through me. At the same time, thick ropes of semen flowed up my urethra and poured stickily into the wine glass.
Splurt! Splurt!
I rolled my eyes back like my mind was shattering.
But the moment Viper's cool hand released my cock again, I was once more consumed by that insane itch, my gaze locked desperately on her.
Utterly ignoring my plight, Viper calmly handed the semen-mixed wine glass back to the woman.
"Here you are."
"Thanks~."
The woman who took the glass from Viper swirled it slowly.
The deep red wine gradually clouded as it blended with the semen, spreading like white ink.
She elegantly sniffed the transformed wine, then unhesitatingly sipped it, flashing Viper a satisfied smile.
"Mmm, now the aroma is rich and the flavor alive. Good work."
"Yes, miss. Enjoy your time."
I didn't care anymore what they were chattering about.
I just desperately wished Viper would relieve that unbearable itch again, like before.
Luckily, countless women sought out Viper afterward, granting me brief reprieves from the torment in exchange for providing semen for their wine glasses and food.
"Viper, could you drizzle some special sauce on this steak?"
Spluuuurt! Splat!
"This risotto could use some cheese with a unique aroma~."
Spluuuurt! Splat!
"I'm thirsty—could you serve it straight into my mouth instead of on the food?"
Splat! Spluuurt!
Even more women called for Viper after that.
Each time, my endless semen erupted so forcefully it splattered the jewel-like foreigners' faces, and they blissfully scooped it from their cheeks to savor it.
Thus, the party hall began to reek of my cum, but the women just laughed and chatted merrily as they ate.
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"Haa... haa..."
My mind spun so wildly I was foaming at the mouth. It felt like not just my semen, but my very soul was being drained.
Even after fucking so many women my chest swelled with emotion, my cock showed no sign of softening.
It hurt. I wanted to cum again so badly.
This situation, where I couldn't reach climax on my own, had gone from teasing to outright torture.
As I writhed in desire, it happened.
Click.
The music stopped abruptly, and Milky grabbed the mic to speak.
"Everyone, how was the meal with the special sauce? To your taste?"
I had no idea what Milky said, but the women around me dabbed their lips with satisfied smiles and nodded in unison.
Milky added, flashing a chilling grin.
"Then now, the main course of this party: the Sacred Ritual. Viper~. If you please. Heehee~."
With that, Milky stepped down from the stage, and Viper, who had been watching silently, wheeled the stroller up to take her place.
Clack!
The stroller faced the audience again.
Click.
The wheel locks engaged with a sound, preventing movement. At the same time, Milky's many bodyguards approached the women at the tables.
Swish.
One by one, the seated women rose, stripped naked, and delicately placed themselves into the bodyguards' arms.
"Let's start with Dorothy up front, shall we? Dorothy, come on up."
The woman locking eyes with Milky strode proudly onstage, her breasts bouncing. Golden blonde hair, blue eyes—like an elf from a fantasy tale. An exotic beauty with perfectly swollen breasts and a slim waist.
This unreal beauty gazed down at me with soft eyes and a shy smile.
Were her two pretty breasts, topped with red berry nipples, stealing my gaze?
My heartbeat thundered. My mind flooded with the desperate urge to fill her womb with my seed.
As I gnawed my pacifier in frustration, the elf-like woman stepped onto the pre-placed platform and climbed into the stroller one foot at a time.
"Sprinkle your precious baby seed in my belly, lovely stud calf~. I want your child~♡."
The unfamiliar language still grated, but instinct told me exactly what it meant.
Obviously.
A naked man and woman this close? Only one thing possible: mixing our bodies oh-so-stickily.
So it came to this after all.
I'd half-expected it when she stripped and climbed up.
Still, I hadn't thought she'd so boldly propose making a baby with a total stranger.
For me, drowning in aphrodisiac haze, it was a godsend. But she still struck me as a woman whose chastity meant nothing.
God, please, just shove it in that wet, hot hole already...
Not just wetting my cock with spit—make a baby.
Smooch♡.
The elf woman planted her feet between my spread legs and gave my cock a sticky kiss, like a greeting to her pussy's new intruder.
She tossed her hair behind her ear, blushed furiously, and—
Schlup!
Grabbed my cock and shoved it deep into her slick, cozy hole.
Squelch♡!
Spluuuurt!!
"G-gahk!"
Unbelievable comfort. I came the instant she took me in.
Not just looks—an elf inside too. Her vaginal walls' ridges tenderly stroked every inch of my buried shaft.
A rich woody scent filled the air.
That fresh aroma at my nose tip—another hot baby batter load erupted into her belly.
Spluuuurt!
The elf gazed at me with love-filled eyes. Each time her womb filled with my seed, she babbled contentedly and kissed my forehead.
She got back the curly pubes I'd kissed onto her earlier, but I didn't care.
Just her lifting her hips a bit sent waves of bliss that erased all stray thoughts.
Spluuuurt!
But she just scoffed.
Licking up the drool from my chin, she started slamming her hips wildly, as if to shatter the stroller.
Slap♡, slap♡, slap♡, slap♡!
Her cozy walls suddenly turned vicious, squeezing my cock like a vice. The violent pleasure blurred my consciousness.
"G-guhk!"
No clue how many times I flooded her womb.
I just blankly stared at her once-flat belly swelling under her dancing breasts. No thoughts left.
This was impregnation.
100 percent—no, 1000 percent certain.
Even as she squirted like peeing, she kept grinding. Each womb-warming creampie drew cries of "I love you!" from her lips.
But that wasn't all.
"Next, Miss Diana~, Miss Hera~!"
After the elf left, a freckled redhead with a blueberry scent shook her hips like a tomboy.
Spluuuurt!!
Next, a cool, princely beauty with abs like Milky's—white hair and skin, but stone-faced—sacrificed her virginity to milk me dry.
Spluuuurt!!
Each time, I pumped their precious baby pouches to bursting. When satisfied, they hugged me tight in unison before pulling off.
Skinny models, plump-assed heavies.
From the moment they mounted, reason fled—they rocked the stroller to pieces.
As I faced the last tanned bronze-skinned woman, heaven itself enveloped me, and I slowly closed my eyes.
Mother’s Oracle.
Just a fancy name.
No different from a den of demons, succubi squeezing men to death by overwork.