Hero Spade and Villain No. 13's Brainwashed Date (Princess Sex with Spade) (2)
Slurp slurp slurp slurp...!
Spade straddles atop Villain No. 13, sucking his cock with frantic devotion. This isn't something he ordered. It started the moment his dick was thrust in front of her face as she lay on the bed—pushed by her own surging desire, Spade latched onto it and began fellating him of her own volition. As if it tasted so damn good. As if it felt so damn incredible. Like she wanted to swallow it whole and claim it as her own, Spade clings obsessively to Villain No. 13's penis.
Lying beneath her, Villain No. 13 savors the view and feel of Spade's pussy and ass with his hands and eyes. Their position is a perfect 69, genitals aimed straight at each other's faces. Every time he buries his face between her cheeks, licks her pussy with his tongue, or probes it with his fingers, Spade's body twitches and shudders visibly. Those sensitive weak spots—her slit and hole—under assault, send her crashing into orgasm after orgasm in rapid succession. Her body, meticulously prepared over time, and her mind, ignited by repeated whispers of brainwashing into a frenzy of anticipation, erupts in chain reactions of fireworks-like climaxes from even the slightest stimulation.
"Mmm... mm, mmmph...! Hoo... mm...!"
Spade sucks his cock diligently, as if crying out delicious, so delicious. Even so, she occasionally thrusts her ass and pussy toward him, begging for more. Sometimes, in the throes of overwhelming ecstasy, her back arches like a bow, her hips convulsing in tremors. Villain No. 13 lets her do whatever she wants—and grants every demand she makes, treating her like a true princess.
Twisting her waist in blissful happiness, Spade feels her mind and sanity melting away more and more.
"Spade, here it comes...! Drink it all...! You'll love the taste, I promise...!"
Just when he figures she's cum at least ten times, Villain No. 13's cock twitches in her mouth—then erupts, spurt spurt, flooding her with semen. Spade takes him as deep as possible, catching every drop in her mouth. The sensation of his cum jetting against her tongue, lips, and cheeks—his dick pressed so intimately against them—fills her with trembling joy. Spurt... spurt... spurt... "Nngh... nnguuu..."
Right now, her mouth feels just like a pussy. Having his cock stuffed inside it, his semen shooting down her throat—it's pure ecstasy. Brimming with happiness, Spade accepts his prolonged ejaculation. Finally, she gulps it down with audible swallows and slowly releases his cock. Some semen she couldn't quite swallow dribbles out with it, trailing down in sticky strands.
Spade lets out a disappointed "Ah..." and desperately tries to catch even a little more. In her melted mind, incapable of proper thought, she cups the dripping cum in her hands, sniffs it against her face—nearly orgasming from the scent alone—then shoves it into her mouth. She sucks each semen-coated finger clean, licks her palm spotless.
"Nnh?!"
Suddenly, Villain No. 13's finger slips into her anus. He rubs it with her pussy juices, teasing the entrance, gently prying and probing. Spade has no experience with anal play. The stimulation hits harder than anything, blanking her mind white. Even just this mild prodding at the entrance.
"No. 13, No. 13... Not there, not there... It feels wrong...! Eek...!"
"Your little hole here's adorable, Spade. So it's fine. It'll feel amazing."
"N-No, I said nooo..."
Spade protests in a voice melting into goo, but Villain No. 13 denies it every time: no, it's okay. To her current state, his words become absolute truth. The more he says it, the more she starts to feel that way. Soon, her anus entrance feels happier than her clit or pussy ever could. Every prod, every rub sends waves of intense pleasure crashing through her. She's on the verge of addiction to anal teasing.
Her rational mind, capable of sensing danger, is long gone. She might end up hooked on anal masturbation or anal sex—but she can't stop it. Luckily, Villain No. 13 soon frees her anus. He wants to develop it, but it needs prep. Regrettably, he'll skip it for today.
"Haa, haaaaa... No. 13... No. 13..."
Spade is utterly melted now, the anal play delivering the finishing blow. More reasonless than before, her face lewd and slack as she pants. Each breath carries the fishy taste and scent of semen from her mouth and nose, further eroding her sanity. She already feels at her limit. Her body feels so good it's like her bones and muscles have dissolved outright—an illusion born of ecstasy.
But Villain No. 13 has no intention of letting her rest. Firmly, he says it's not over yet, urging her on.
"We keep going, Spade. Now for this hole—not fingers, my cock's gonna stuff it."
He wipes his finger on a tissue nearby, then thrusts it back into her sopping pussy. As it sinks in, Spade gasps "Haaah..." tongue lolling out.
"Ah, ahh, no, No. 13... Nooo... I... caaan't..."
"It's fine. You're a princess today, Spade."
"P-Princess... dunnooo..."
"You don't need to know. You're a princess. My princess."
"Haaauuuu..."
Spade barely understands half of what he says. But every time he calls her princess, touches her, does something to her—ecstasy surges endlessly toward the ceiling.
"It's okay, Spade—you're the princess, so you don't have to do a thing. Just say what you want."
"Today, I'll serve you, Spade princess. Make you feel even better."
"So... leave everything to me."
Villain No. 13 says. Spade can only reply with a pounding-heart "Yesss..." full of anticipation.
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Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch— "Nngh... nn... eek... aaah...!"
The slap of flesh on flesh, the lewd squish of a drenched pussy pierced by a thick meat rod—sounds echo endlessly. Accompanying them are Villain No. 13's heavy breaths and Spade's淫らな moans ringing out.
"Aaah, aaah, No. 13, No. 13!! I-I'm... cumming!! Gonna cum, cumming again~~!!"
Spade confesses it—and true to her word, climaxes instantly the next moment. With a pathetic "Nngooooh...!", she folds forward in her prone position, face nearly burying into the bed. Villain No. 13 pauses his thrusts, embracing her from behind, pressing down atop her.
"You cum so hard, Spade. Looks like my princess loves the service—makes me thrilled."
"Hoo... hoooo..." Spade's breaths come ragged, disordered—whether from his voice alone or sheer bliss, she can't think of her appearance, how pathetic she must look. No room for such thoughts.
"Hic... hiii... I came... came... keep cumming... I, I... gonna break... No. 13, wh-what do I do... breaking... haaa..."
"It's fine. You're the princess today, Spade. You can go nuts today. I want you to break."
"Uuu... break...? That... good...?"
"Yeah. Get so blissful you shatter. Become a mindless dick-obsessed bimbo."
"......Ohhh... uuu... don't want that... but maybe I do..."
Spade's eyes are completely glazed over. Villain No. 13 blows hot breath in her ear, kisses her cheek, then releases her body. Gripping her ass again, he resumes thrusting.
"We'll keep going, Spade. It's fine—you're the princess, no need to do anything. I'll handle it all."
"Hiii... knew it... knew you would...♡"
"Good girl."
Praising her meek reply, Villain No. 13 praises her and rams deep inside with his meat rod. Spade lets out another pathetic cry, shuddering violently in place...