Chapter 290
In Times Like This, Wouldn't Ambiguity Be Better?
Did Christia even realize that her holy saintess was getting a front-row seat to her debauchery, whether she wanted her to or not? Even after some time had passed, Christia's grinding on top of me showed no signs of slowing down.
"Come on! Hurry up and spill it! Hah, spit it out alreadyyy…!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Far from slowing, it was as if all that hip-shaking up to now had been her searching for the spot that felt best for her.
Unlike before, the pace and rhythm of her pounding had ramped up, but her orgasms were clearly coming less frequently.
Not that I'd cum even once, of course.
At first, I'd planned to show Violet her knight writhing her hips on her own—Look, your holy knight has fallen this far—to deliver a mental gut punch.
But as time dragged on and Christia kept hogging all the fun, my competitive streak kicked in. Now I was fighting tooth and nail not to dump my load in her womb.
"Nngh! You don't have to hold back! You don't need to, so just cum buckets already!"
"You think you can wring what you want out of me like th—this…?! Nngh…?!"
Whoa?! Is she trying to swallow my cock root-deep!?
That might give me indigestion!
She must've figured out I wouldn't thrust up, so all she had to do was keep her cervix from kissing my tip. But unlike her cervix, her pussy walls still weren't used to my cock, twisting her face in frustration.
"When the hell are you gonna cum?! Cum already! If you do quick, I, I'll…!"
Nooo! Don't cum! I need that cum…?!
Unlike Christia, Violet had no way to claim it herself, yet she was stomping her feet in panic at the thought I might creampie her knight.
"Hah, haaa… F-finally feeling like spilling that info? My pussy's got your cock swelling fit to burst, hasn't it? Heh, heh… Even your filthy dick's useless against this goddess's sword! Spill your cum—no, your info—before I wring every drop of corruption from inside here, and I promise to let you go easy."
She was fully immersed in her role now, arching her back dramatically like she was some strip club pole-dancer.
Her pussy still gripping my cock, she tried to recline fully, exposing everything.
I had no idea what was driving Christia to this aggressive frenzy, but if it kept up, she might lock eyes with Violet spying on us. I shot Urga a quick glance.
Urga, who'd been cackling at the white sow's antics, hopped up and pressed her rock-hard abs against Christia's slowly tilting head.
Ah? Can't see!
With Violet blocked from view, Christia looked up at Urga's midriff pressing her crown with uneasy eyes.
Not quite fear—distrust? Something like that, known only to them. I couldn't read it.
"Wh-what…?"
"You've been hogging all the fun solo, and it's pissing me off, so I'm gonna mess with you. Why?"
"Stop it, ah, haa, hiiiik?!"
Urga yanked up the gag draped over Christia's tits, and she shrieked as her nipples stretched to the breaking point.
Her waist, sinking slowly, sprang back like a coiled spring, slamming her cervix against my cock in another shy bird-kiss.
"H-hiii…!?"
Did one cervix peck send her over again? She stiffened like a board, twitching. But Urga saw her chance for training and tugged those nipple rings harder. Christia wailed in agony-ecstasy.
"Wh-why torture my nipples again?! I just came from that! Why keep messing with them?!"
"Our man's hasn't cum once! Miss Holy Knight talks big about extracting info, but you've been cumming solo non-stop. What am I, a scarecrow? Pisses me off now."
"Cr-hiiiik…?! Y-you did this on your own, hiiik…!!"
"White sow talking back?"
Urga jerked the gag like puppet strings, forcing Christia's hips up.
Ughhh… No idea what she's doing to Christia, but those moans…?!
She's definitely suffering horribly!
Not entirely wrong, but every shrill cry from Christia only ramped up Violet's anxiety.
She looked ready to rush in, but now that Christia was fully obscured, she knew the consequences of rash action.
So, leave the training to Urga.
I shouted loud enough for peeping Violet to hear.
"So, you'd do anything to win, huh?"
"Wh-what're you suddenly—hiiiit…?!"
"You're offering your womb direct to pry info from me. Don't wanna lose my cock to Violet!"
"Shu-hiiiik?!"
Wh-what's he saying?!
Predictable reactions from both.
Too far for full clarity, but that was enough. Ambiguity fuels the fire.
Can't hear properly… Truth and lies all mixed up again…!
She'd already witnessed Christia grinding shamelessly, devouring my cock with her clumsy pussy.
Now fully blocked by Urga, Violet's imagination was running wild.
"Nngh, hahk, s-stop! Enough! Stop it! Don't spear my cervix with your cock anymore! Don't pinch my nipples eith—aaah…!!"
"Seems like a misunderstanding—you're the one bouncing your hips."
"Wha… Another lie, k-hiiiik!?"
Her ass slapped my thighs again, cervix pecking my glans shyly once more.
Christia knew exactly what was happening inside her, hence trying to milk me with her novice pussy. But Urga's intervention ruined that ages ago.
"No way…! I wouldn't shake my hips on my own. It's all your tricks!"
"Hmm… Fair point, in a way?"
Yes… It can't be! You're fighting it, Christia… I'll save you…!
Violet, ignoring love juices dripping between her thighs, fingered her pussy unconsciously.
Time to drop the barrier.
"Sis."
"Hm? What, wanna grope my tits, huh?"
She says it outright!
At my gesture, Urga sauntered over, grinning, plopping her Eleonora-rivaling tits into my waiting palms like a platter.
Christia, finally catching her breath, snapped her bonds with brute force.
"Huh? They break that easy?"
"How dare you mock me, Christia, sword of the goddess, shield of the saintesss…?!"
Hands free, she slammed them on my abs and went berserk, hips pistoning wildly.
"It's all your tricks! My hips shaking on their own! My pussy and womb begging your cock—your doing!"
"Right! Blame our man's cock! Always begging to knock you up, but no dice yet!"
"Sis, why you too?!"
Now a pincer attack?
Urga, lips twitching, leaned in for a kiss while offering her tits.
Christia babbled about "shut up" and "your vile tricks," reason lost to the heat boiling in her.
And Violet?
Christia, nooo… I should've been the one raped! That huge cock should've pounded my pussy…!
She wasn't even hiding anymore, milk leaking from her tits as she soothed herself desperately.
Eleonora had cooled off with multiple creampies from me, but I'd ignored Violet on purpose. This was instinct kicking in, using our bodies as fantasy fodder.
How much time passed?
The creaky chair groaned its death throes, signaling the end near. Christia, drool unheeded, no longer resisted kissing my cock with her cervix.
"Now you wanna spill? Spill that info alrea—dyyy…!"
"You're really into this roleplay, huh?"
Thrill from my passive endurance masking womb pleasure?
As Urga said, plundering my cum, her cervix now pressed firmly. Tongue lolling, speechless.
"Shu-ut u—p…! I, Christiaaa… won't fall for this se—x…! Spill the info alrea—dyyy…!!"
This is all for the saintess…!
Sensing the big one from her spasming womb and pussy.
Nnguuuh…!!
Violet had cum hard already, panting with milk streaming. Christia's turn.
Urga noticed, tongue-sweeping my mouth, nipping my lip with shark teeth for a bloody tang, then mashed her lips onto Christia's gaping mouth without warning.
"Mmph, mmph-mmph?! Mmph!"
Gulp!
Golden eyes wide in shock, she gulped down Urga's saliva-blood cocktail. Her cervix gaped, swallowing my glans whole.
I unleashed, flooding her womb with the load I'd held back.