Re: The Art of War(Melbara/Shrike7 & Eliza/xgkf)
Liz moaned softly and looked up at the man as he began caressing her neck, meeting his eyes with a lustful gaze and feeling oddly content at being called a ‘good girl’ for taking his member into her mouth and sucking on him as obediently as she had. The mercenary felt the strange desire to try and pleasure him all the more as a result, sucking and swirling her tongue all around and along the length of his shaft as she bobbed her head as much as her position on the ground would allow. Her efforts were almost immediately made pointless, however, as the deep, rhythmic thrusts of the man between her legs caused her body to rock back-and-forth between the two other mercenaries, forcing her mouth much further down around the man’s rod than she could manage on her own.
Eliza quickly became intoxicated by the musky taste and scent of the man’s cock, practically devouring his thick rod as she sucked and swallowed around its length each time it teased the back of her throat, with the constant pounding of her tight pussy by the man inside of her only causing Liz’s already hazy, lust-addled mind to begin going blank that much faster. With their combined thrusting, it wasn’t long before the blue-haired woman was once again reduced to little more than muffled grunts and moans as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body, completely unable to keep up with their ever-quickening pace as her eyes began to roll back and she lied their bouncing helplessly back-and-forth between their thrusts, spit-roasted on their wonderful cocks.
By the time the men’s climax’s approached, Liz reached one of her own somewhere along the way, causing her back to arch and a series of loud cries and moans – even muffled as they were – to resonate from her throat and around the shaft in her mouth as her orgasm crashed into her. The mercenary vaguely felt them withdraw shortly after, leaving her twitching and spasming on the ground before them as they released their loads, their white hot sperm splashing across Eliza’s stomach and decorating her pretty visage with the thick, sticky substance.
As the men retrieve their things and leave, it’s all Liz can do to remain conscious given her current state, able to manage little more than soft mewling noises as little aftershocks of pleasure continue to jolt up her spine even as Helena returns and begins cleaning her up. It isn’t until she hears the other woman’s voice that she realizes it’s her, however, and it takes another several moments before the blue-haired woman can manage a labored reply.
“...Y...Yeah~” Liz cooed softly, her eyes lidded and her body still unable to so much as move in her afterglow, leaving her completely at the mercy of the mysterious and mischievous blonde. Although at this point, she couldn’t say she really cared. The only thing going through Eliza’s overstimulated mind at the moment was the thought that the EGG was unequivocally the most amazing thing in the world.
