"Vick was able to do it with her chastity belt on, and from her backside," Skaris destroyed Baron's achievement with a single sentence, "One minute, twelve seconds. I timed it."
"Vick is a freak of nature," Baron clicked his tongue, "How am I supposed to compete with that?"
"You don't compete with Vick," Skaris retorted, "Unless you are Dear, you don't."
Their words made me dizzy, the image of Madam being able to compete with Vick in this...I couldn't get it out of my head.
"Well, you can be sure of not falling behind Michael, at least," Skaris words triggered Michael, who had been quiet this whole time.
"Right," Baron added salt to the wound.
"What's with you trying to make me feel useless all the time, huh?" Michael finally spoke up, but didn't move from his throne.
He must have been too lazy and relaxed to do anything else, but talk. Or maybe he tried to make himself invisible from their sight.
His fingernails were sharp enough to cut through anything, his cock would definitely hurt if he tried to use it on anyone, which only left him with his mouth, but even here, he would have to be careful with his pointy teeth. Sucking must have been a very difficult task for him to perform.
He did not have the best equipped to bring pleasure, and that might be the reason for his frustration as well.
They were using Michael to feel better about themselves self, just like how other females was using me to feel better about themselves. I understood that feeling, and it made me feel for Michael.
"Is my numb little bug not feeling his best?" Madam commented.
Baron retold how he wasn't able to provoke Michael into action, "He probably doesn't want to scare Little Miss. It always get bloody with him when he gets excited."
I was wrong about Baron and Skaris again, it seemed. They didn't try to make themselves feel better, they were provoking Michael into action.
So Michael didn't go all the way with them because of me. How painful had it to be for owners bleeding from their time with him?
"Buttercup might feel his tongue," Madam hummed, pulling Michael, dragging him from his throne, "Come here."
"I forgot about that. Little Miss' insides are much more sensitive than ours," Baron said, "She feels more pain, so she will obviously feel more pleasure too."
I didn't know discussion during heat was possible. I was too distracted by Moyu's cock in my mouth to even form a single thought, let alone participate in their conversation. But I liked to listen to their voices. It was nice.
I almost forgot my behind was on full view for everyone to see, different from the circus, where I had to keep my eyes closed and try to imagine I was alone.
My eyes were more open now, the fog was lifted, and I couldn't wait to see more and explore more.
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"Mmmph." I squirmed, a wet, hot muscle brushing against my opening, licking it up and down, then slipping inside.
I jolted at the intrusion, my thighs trying to close, but Baron's strong hands kept them apart.
It was wet and soft, yet strong as it entered me and rubbed against the sensitive spot inside.
It had a different shape and texture compared to the fingers I was used to. His nose pressed against me, moving in a way that rubbed my nub at the same time.
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"She tastes different than Darling," Michael commented. "Like she's edible, you know?"
"Of course, she's edible," Baron said.
I blinked, unsure what I should feel about that comment.
I looked up at Moyu, his face scrunched up. He seemed more comfortable now that everyone's focus was elsewhere.
It made me want to return the comfort. I avoided eye contact with him, instead focusing on the rest.
Good. Everyone seemed in good mood. The tension in my body dissipated a little bit.
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The pressure at the back of my throat started increasing, Moyu's hips moving faster, his cock getting harder.
My jaw hurt, and I moved my head back, to avoid the forceful thrusts, trying to ease the pressure, but it didn't help.
His hips followed my movement, pushing deeper, a groan escaping his lips.
I coughed and choked on the liquid he released inside my mouth, "Ahk, gahk, co-hgk!"
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"Moyu!" Everyone shouted at the same time, pulling me back and away from him.
Moyu widened his eyes in horror, taking a step back, "I'm...! Sorry! I forgot. She was..."
He was left speechless, his cheeks bright red. I didn't think he could get any redder, but he did.
"I-I didn't mean to...I wasn't...I just...I couldn't hold it..." he stuttered, his eyes darting between me and the mess he made on the floor.
I continued coughing, my throat hit by the sudden pressure, but only a hoarse sound came out.
I felt Madam's hand on my neck, tilting my head down, "Breathe," she ordered and my body obeyed, taking in the air, still it hurt, still it burned.
"Open your mouth," she tilted my head back.
I did, and she looked inside, pressing down on my tongue, "Bruised, but not damaged."
Madam looked at Moyu, who seemed to be on the verge of tears, "Kiss it better, it's your fault. Make sure it heals right."
Beastmen's saliva had healing properties, but Moyu's face said he would rather die than touch me. He looked like he wanted to disappear, and he did, behind Michael's throne.
Madam sighed, pulled me against her face, and kissed me herself.
Her tongue slipped inside my mouth, caressing my throat, soothing the burning sensation, her fingers rubbing my neck.
She licked the sides of my mouth, the corners.
My legs went weak, and I was lucky to be in her arms, or I would have slid on the floor.
She pulled back, "Better?"
I nodded. The pain was gone, replaced by a warm, tingling feeling. Even the pain in my arm was not as bad. My body felt light and floaty.
It ended fast, but it left my chest feeling hot.
Madam acted like it was nothing, just fixed the little problem and was done, not even looking at me anymore as she passed me to Baron, "Put the chastity belt back on her and go wash yourselves."
She went to open the chest in the corner, bringing out a small pouch from it. I recognized the pouch; it was the one Vick used to carry his wine in, and she took a gulp from it as if trying to cleanse her mouth of the aftertaste.
She then sat on the edge of the pedestal again, waiting for us to carry out her order.
I squeezed Baron's shoulder as he carried me to the basin to wash me. My throat and arm no longer felt pain, but my heart did.
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A chapter to celebrate 100 collections!
Who would have thought someone would be interested in reading this weird nonsense? I mean, it shouldn't be working, it makes no sense. Yet, I'm happy to see people putting it in their libraries! <3
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