Inside the Fridge
Schlup… schlup…♥
“Nnghhhuuu, huuuu…♥”
“Come on, now the other way!”
“Th-the other waaaaay…♥”
With every twist of Christia's waist, her pussy—precariously swallowing just my glans alone—was belting out a song as filthy as its owner.
And from ancient times right up to today, whenever humans hear a lively tune, they can't help but want to express it with their bodies.
“Kr, hiiiiiik…♥”
“That’s it, good girl, you’re doing great.”
“Sh-shut… uuuup…♥”
Empowered by the song her own pussy was singing and my cheers, Christia laboriously twirled her ass, dancing a filthy sow dance that perfectly matched the sow’s vulgar melody.
“Come on, you’ve only turned left once and right once, and you’re already like this? Just admit it already. You want my cock so bad, but because of your Holy Knight status, you’re pretending to be all high-class. Just pitifully yell ‘Please fuck meeeee!’ while pissing yourself, and it’s over. What’s with all the dragging it out…”
“T-to admit defeat in such a base, humiliating way… From the start, I—khit! I don’t give a damn about your cock…!!”
“Oh yeah? Then the other way again!”
“Th-the other waaaaay…♥”
Just like in those documentaries of beautiful coral reefs and seaweeds swaying left and right with the waves, creating a spectacular sight in an emerald ocean depths,
depending on the direction Christia’s ass shook, her pussy’s folds and ridges were helplessly toppling over as my mackerel-like cock rampaged between them, trembling and squirting love juices to the tyrant violating them.
“Only one full turn each way so far, huh? Can’t our Holy Knight handle it? You’re drooling to slam my cock straight to your womb right now, aren’t you?”
“Hiiik, hiiiiik…♥”
Even when she tried to collapse, her ass and pussy—with my glans precariously inserted—precisely switched directions, forcing the fallen loser back upright with my cockhead.
As if to say, Where does a daytime pussy like you think you’re slacking off when your master’s filthy dance isn’t over yet?
The submission-engraved pleasure from the cock that had wrecked them to hell until now applied to every single fold, dragging Christia even further from Holy Knight—no, from human—straight into a filthy sow.
“Come on, the other way again!”
“N-now, now stop… stoooop…!”
“Just two turns in, and you’re already wiped? The Holy Knight called the Saintess’s Shield can’t be this frail, right?”
“Kr, kruuuuh…♥”
No sooner had I finished than Christia—who’d been on the verge of collapsing—tried to hold on by somehow mustering strength in her legs.
But why is this sow keeping her heels lifted the whole time? 😏
Since I’d poked at her pride, she seemed determined to endure in the exact posture she’d started with—even if on heels lifted high like she was wearing stilettos, as the SD Character noted—Christia laboriously turned her head.
“W-what are you blabbering on about… I-I won’t break to a mere cock…♥”
“Oh, you’ll go down swinging as a Holy Knight at least? Works for me.”
“Hikit?!”
Another sharp smack, and Christia’s waist bent like a bow, her sideboobs jutting from her snow-white back bouncing up with a twang.
No time to savor the climax’s afterglow—her ass started grinding slowly like a millstone again. And sure enough, before even one full turn, she began staggering backward, hitting her limit.
“Hngh, haa… I-I’m a Holy Knight… This, this cock… I don’t want it… aaah…♥”
“You came here specifically to get impaled on my cock, and you say that?”
“Hek, th-that’s… To drain your heretic semen, your evil semen from my pussy first… So you can’t rape the Saintess, so she doesn’t steal your cock from meee…♥”
“Good girl, now you’re being honest.”
At the sight of the Holy Knight flailing in ecstasy, panting like she was tormented but confessing she’d come here herself for this pleasure, Eleonora tiptoed lightly up to her.
“Th-the other waaaay…♥”
Schluuuup… ooob…♥
And in the meantime, after laboriously finishing one turn, she now started twirling her ass halfway in the opposite direction on her own.
“Do five left and five right just like that.”
“Th-that… I can’t take it anymore… I want to be pounded deeeep right— Khrm, testing me with this is pointless! Your cock’ll blow its load first, aaah…?”
“Don’t dawdle. The Master gave you an order.”
“El-Eleonora…!”
Me behind her, Eleonora in front—taking the exact same obscene, submissive pose.
Feeling the situation had gone too far to back out now, Christia gripped my cock with all her might, as if wringing out every last drop of strength.
“That’s it. Twirl like that. Don’t think about anything—not knight, not sow—just focus on the Master’s cock you’re holding.”
“O-oneee…!”
As if all her prior clumsiness had just been practice for this moment, Christia rhythmically shook her ass and, without hesitation, whipped it hard in the opposite direction.
“Good job. As expected of advice from a senior sow? Nailed a full turn right off.”
“Shut it! I’ll make you cum buckets in my pussy right nooow…♥”
Dwooooul…♥
Se, eeeet…♥
Neheeeet…♥
And astonishingly, she whipped through four full turns in a row without pause—stunning not just me, but even Eleonora, who’d been monitoring her up close to ensure no funny business.
But then—
“Aaah… N-no moreee…♥”
“Huh?”
Puk—her pussy, which had held strong, clenched even tighter, and Christia’s body collapsed straight into Eleonora’s massive tits right in front of her.
“N-no more, no… I admit it… Sorry for pretending to be a knight and acting all high-class when I’m just a sow… Now, fill my pussy deep with your cock and semen…♥”
Thankfully, Eleonora’s breasts cushioned the fall so her face didn’t smash the floor—but Eleonora frowned slightly, annoyed at Christia complicating things.
“Foolish wretch. That obscene pose and pussy-teasing to rile the Master and seize control? Did a mere knight-pussy like you really think she could get cocky before the Master’s cock?”
“Cheating… I’m losing it like this, but your cock… hasn’t cum once, just keeps scraping my good spots…♥”
Whatever relation Holy Knight had to my cock, Eleonora snapped her waist—as if for emphasis—and Christia’s head bounced on those massive tits like a trampoline.
“Then you should’ve begged for cock from the start—or kept playing Holy Knight and taste the humiliation of swapping your pride for cock-flavor.”
“Hhehe… I was gonna punish you a little for exposing my true self and enjoying my shame…♥”
She’d wanted to get railed senseless from the start, but under the Truth Room pretext, tried pussy-punishing me for her filthy confession—only to get trapped in her own scheme.
But words aside, Christia had known this was coming from the beginning.
Huh? Then what about that white sow…? 🤔
‘She’s already spilled her filthy antics with words—next up is her body.’
Words alone wouldn’t convey her desperate craving for my cock, so she dragged out the Holy Knight bit to flaunt her already full-on sow body to me.
If any pride remained, she’d have found even twirling her own ass humiliating.
Especially those tension-free folds and ridges softly hugging my cock, nonstop smooching the glans—they’d done yeoman’s work exposing her true heart.
“Now do you get it? The Master’s and his cock’s greatness? Then ditch that faith and belief right—”
“Master?”
“She’s apologizing. Why hound her so?”
“…But disciplining the clueless is captain’s duty.”
“Then hug me from behind instead. Getting chilly.”
Now the fridge’s chill was nipping at my sweat-soaked skin—Eleonora swiftly backed against the fridge wall to support me, spreading her legs wide and arms akimbo without hesitation.
“Feel free to lean in.”
“Oh.”
“Nghiiiit… Cock, coooock…♥”
Soon a toasty warmth pressed from behind—and as if two massive watermelons plopped onto my shoulders, they swiftly smothered my face.
“Th-the breasts, I can’t help…”
Eleonora’s face flushed beet red.