Chapter 384 - Inside the Fridge
Eleonora's tits are huge.
Not just huge in some vague sense—they're overwhelmingly, violently massive compared to any other woman.
She'd once proudly jiggled them while bragging that she measured her bust every day and it was growing ever so slightly but surely, heading toward some superhuman milestone.
And since she was the woman on our farm who'd tangled with me the most, sharing flesh and filthy deeds, I'd kneaded, pinched, and titfucked those tits to my heart's content.
So now, gaping like a fish out of water at their sheer grandeur? Not a chance.
"L-Lady Eleonora's tits…?!"
"…♥"
If anything, the one awestruck by those majestic mounds—even while pressed against me—was Christia, who twisted slightly to glance back at the soft flesh brushing her body.
She clearly hadn't imagined they'd reach her with me sandwiched in between, but anyway.
As Christia's body slowly sank down, the nipples grazing her skin seemed to flip a switch in Eleonora. A tremor rippled through her breaths.
"Swallowing your cock with my pussy, and now Lady Eleonora's tits from behind…!"
"Hmph, these aren't tit pussies for your enjoyment. So don't deliberately rub your n-nipples against th-them…♥"
Christia's brazen move—plastering her back tight against my chest—drove the fridge-chilled piercing hard into Eleonora's areola with a squelch. I felt something twitch near her tailbone.
"Hey, don't let that pussy fart. The pussy hairs are making everything prickly."
"S-Sorry… This insolent slut won't get cocky, I'll serve Master right aw—hnngh!—right away…♥"
In truth, Eleonora's gushing nectar and my own spent cum were soaking my ass and tailbone right now—a sight that should be turning anyone on.
But we were in the fridge. I'd asked Eleonora to hug me tight for some cozy sex, and here we were, like a leaky barrel.
So to give Christia a taste of the same, I dragged my tongue slow and savoring up her back while she eased my cock in.
"Hiiiik!"
"I knew you were getting off on showing me that slutty face, but I didn't expect you to be sweating buckets."
The sour tang of sweat hit my tongue-tip, and the chilling shiver from her back made Christia drop straight down, cock still half-buried.
If I hadn't caught her ass, she'd have crushed my balls flat.
"Hey, hey! Keep aiming for that assassination angle? Sow like you still hasn't learned to quit."
"Hiiit, hnnng… Y-You caught me, no helping it… You've seen this disgrace of Christia for the pervert desperate to get impaled on cock… I was just going to make you pay for turning me into this…♥"
No one here bought that venomless spiel for a second.
"Fine, then. Try it if you can."
"Nnghiiik, nipples… pulling while you lick my nape…♥"
Her silver-gray ponytail whipped across my face, tickling everywhere, so I retaliated—lapping wildly at her nape while yanking her nipple piercing.
"It's falling off! M-My nipple's gonna fall off…?!"
"Gonna make 'em so suckable they might someday, so think of this as practice!"
"Y-You mean you'll impregnate me…♥"
At my tossed-out bait about knocking her up someday, Christia's lips twitched in a grin. Just a split-second, before it flipped to "Try it if you dare, you filthy bastard!"
But her pussy? Clenching my cock even tighter, reacting to the pregnancy keyword.
She was squeezing so hard—after all my prior teasing and soaking it sloppy—that I half-wondered if it wasn't virgin-tight anymore, the walls sealing off the path to her womb completely.
"Haaht…♥"
I snapped my hands gripping her ass cheeks tight, and her asshole twitched like it was volunteering in place of its silent owner.
"Ass play makes you cum that quick now?"
"N-No… I haven't taken a single drop from your cock yet, how could I…♥"
"Oh? Won't cum without Master's seed first… Quite the sound mind you've got now, unlike at the start."
Christia probably meant "I hate cumming alone!", but Eleonora took it as "I can't disrespect Master by climaxing before he does."
"Says the sloppy pussy that cums non-stop every thrust."
"Euht, M-Master?!"
"Sloppy pussy…♥"
With Christia showing her slutty side, it was the Knight Captain's turn. Eleonora, who'd been solemnly judging sow Christia in her gravest tone, flushed and ducked her head to peer at me nestled between her tits.
"Not picking on you. Just telling Christia the truth. A proper sow cums every thrust, peaks endlessly every night, but still holds out to the end, taking responsibility for Master's cock."
"Hnnnght…♥"
"This pleasure… every night? Until falling asleep…?!"
Vision blocked left and right by Eleonora's tits, I craned up to see her smug pride—lips pursed in satisfaction—and Christia, equally stunned by the blonde's overwhelming presence.
"Sloppy pussy just means we match perfectly. Sure, you're a natural slut, but it's because you hold me so deep in your heart that your body syncs with your mind for those blissful orgasms."
"Hee hee… Calling me sloppy pussy every night was Master's own way of showing love…♥"
Eleonora stared down with eyes burning, like she wanted to grind into a sticky mating right now.
Christia—cock still buried in her—eyed me anxiously, as if Eleonora might steal her spot any second.
Then she splayed her armpit wide, twisting her torso. A desperate flail to survive against powerhouse rival Eleonora.
In plain terms: seducing me with her armpit.
Offering her weakest, deadliest weak spot—one that could drop even a baby-arm archer dead on impact.
"Good girl."
"Nnghaat, y-you're… not refusing? It's my armpit! Nnght! C-Cock too…♥"
It felt like humanity eyeballing the moon's dark side—utterly unreachable.
Unlike her nape earlier, I teased her smooth, perfectly formed armpit valley with just tongue-tip tickles while clutching her ass.
In that instant, her blocking walls parted in unison. No missing the gap—I released her ass.
Squelch—!
"Kreeeehiiik!?"
"Ahh, if it's armpits Master wants, Eleonora has them too! M-Mine are filthier! If you desire, unwashed for days to your taste…!!"
"What the hell are you saying?! Eek!"
Eleonora's sudden declaration blindsided me—my focus slipped.
A split-second later, and my balls would've been pancaked under Christia.
"Really scraping the bottom of the punishment barrel, huh."
"Hiiit…♥"
"Cowardly b-bastard… Trying to claim my womb while a woman shows weakness…♥"
Behind: platinum knight cumming from her clit ring yanked. Front: silver knight shrieking impaled on my cock.
Gold axe, silver axe—pure luxury, undeniable. But maybe the shared knight synergy was ramping my mental fatigue.
Were knights born with lewdness etched into their flesh?
Suppressing the urge to buck up and ravage Christia's pussy, I reached for Eleonora's cheeky body.
Click—
The chain rattled faintly against the fridge door handle.