8mi Chapter 545 - 544- Stuffed In All Holes
Chapter 545 - 544- Stuffed In All Holes
The thrust drove Helviana forward. Her hips, her whole body moving with the impact — and the chains. The clit chain pulling Eliantra’s clit upward and forward with Helviana’s thrust-driven movement. Helviana’s nipple chains pulling Eliantra’s nipples upward simultaneously."KYAAANGH~!! NGH~!!" — Eliantra, from below.
PHACK!! PHACK!!
"AAAHH~!! HAAHH~!! NGH~!! NGH~!!" — Helviana, at the thrusts.
"MMNGH~!! NGH~!! AAHHNN~!!" — Eliantra, at the chains.
The jiggle of Helviana’s body with each thrust — the full, thick, heavy shake of her breasts swinging below her, the fat undersides of them brushing Eliantra’s upturned face on the backswing, the warm, milk-damp contact of them, the chain links cold and sharp where they grazed skin — filled the space between both women continuously.
Milk fell from Helviana’s nipples directly onto Eliantra’s face.
Drop by drop with each thrust.
Eliantra closed her eyes.
Opened them.
"I object to—"
PAAH!!
"—NGHH~!!! AAANGHH~!!! HAAIYAANGH~!!! NGH—NGHH~!!!"
The chains sang with the impact.
Ten minutes.
Both women were past the point of protest, past the point of dignity, past the point of any architecture that had existed before this room on this night. Helviana’s pussy had swollen to the stage where every stroke produced a visible, audible gush of fluid — a continuous stream of it running down her inner thighs, dripping from her onto the mistress below her, the mixed fluid of both of them pooling on the ruined sheets.
Viktor snapped his fingers.
Rehana and the old maid moved.
Rehana to the desk. The old maid to the desk. Returning — Rehana with the wooden dildo, the old maid with the string of anal beads, both women moving with the purposeful efficiency of people who understood their function.
Viktor’s tail moved.
It struck like it always struck — fast, direct, the pointed tip aimed and committed before the eye could track it. It found Eliantra’s pussy from below, driving upward through the gap in the geometric arrangement, the tip plunging inside her with the single, immediate thrust of something that had no interest in gradual.
"IIIEEEENGHH~!!!! AAAAAHHH~!!!!"
The tail seated deep. Then vibrated.
The frequency of it running through her walls, pressing her cervix, the sensation transmitting through her entire pelvic floor simultaneously and — through the chains — transmitting a fraction of it to Helviana via the clit connection, the chain carrying the tremor through the gold link and into Helviana’s hooked clit in a thin, continuous buzz.
"Mmnnghh~— wh—what—NGH~!!!" — Helviana, feeling it.
Rehana stood.
Viktor took the dildo from her hand. Looked at her. Looked at her pussy — soaking, swollen, the lips dark and full from the extended proximity to everything happening around her.
He pushed the dildo home.
Rehana went up on her toes.
"HAAHN~!!! NGH~!!!"
Her hand found his shoulder. Gripping. Her whole body lifting with the insertion, the tiptoe reflex of a woman receiving unexpected depth, her heavy breasts lurching upward with the gasp.
He let go of the dildo.
Left it there.
She stood with it inside her, tiptoed, hand on his shoulder, the specific, precarious balance of a woman managing an internal situation while maintaining a vertical position.
The old maid.
She was holding the anal beads. Waiting. Her face — considerably younger now than this morning, the wrinkles having retreated to the degree that she looked like a woman in her early forties rather than her sixties, the skin of her throat smooth and full — carrying the expression of someone who had long accepted that this man would look at her eventually and she would be asked to do something.
He looked at her.
She held the beads.
He took them.
Helviana felt the cold of the first bead at her anal.
"Wh—no—MASTER—I AM ALREADY—"
The first bead went in.
"AAANGHH~!!"
The second.
"NNIEEENGHH~!!"
The third, fourth, fifth — pushed with his thumb, one by one, the graduated sizes increasing, the last bead — the large one, thumb-width — pressing against her already-occupied body from a direction that communicated very clearly how much real estate was still available inside a woman.
"AAAAAHHH~!!! TOO MUCH—TOO MUCH—MASTER—IT’S—EVERYTHING IS—NGH—NGH—"
The beads seated.
The tail vibrating in Eliantra below her.
The chains connecting them still pulling with every movement.
Viktor looked at the old maid.
She had been standing.
Patient. Composed. Younger by the hour.
"Sir—" she started.
He grabbed her head.
Her eyes went wide.
He walked her backward — two steps, three, until the backs of her knees found the bed edge — and pushed her down. She landed on her back on the mattress with the undignified, controlled fall of a woman who was pushed and had the presence of mind to land well.
He guided her further.
Down. Her head sliding between the gap — between Helviana above and Eliantra below, her head finding the space between Eliantra’s thighs and Helviana’s knees, her face tilted upward, positioned with the specific, deliberate placement of a man who had identified exactly where her mouth needed to be.
His balls.
Swinging with each thrust into Helviana, descending with each stroke — finding her mouth.
She understood immediately.
Her mouth opened.
Her lips closed around him — not his cock, not what she was known for, but his balls, the full, heavy, skin-tight weight of them descending into her mouth with each forward stroke, pulling free with each withdrawal, the rhythm of it dictated entirely by his hips and not by her at all.
She sucked.
The old maid — head sandwiched between the thighs of Eliantra below and the knees of Helviana above, Eliantra’s inner thighs pressing against her cheeks from either side, Helviana’s knees bracketing the top of her head, the combined fluid of both women running directly onto her face from the geometry of the arrangement — sucked his balls with the devoted, unhurried, purposeful attention of a woman who had been doing this specifically and intentionally and with full understanding of what it was doing to her face.
Her head moved with his rhythm.
Upward with each withdrawal. Downward with each thrust.
The movement of her head pulled the chains.
Her skull pressing forward into Eliantra’s thighs on the downstroke — the pressure moving through Eliantra’s body, rocking her hips forward slightly, the rocking pulling the clit chain, the chain pulling Helviana’s clit.
Every movement cascading.
Every thrust moving through all five bodies simultaneously via chains and tails and inserted objects and the old maid’s head used as an unwitting lever.
PAH PAH PAH PAH!!
"AAAHH~!! AAAHH~!! NGH~!! HAAANGH~!!!" — Helviana.
"MMNGH~!! NGH~!! AAAAAANGHH~!!! THE CHAIN—THE CHAIN—MASTER—" — Eliantra.
"Mmph~— mmph~— mmph~—" — the old maid, lips full.
"Mnh~— mnh~— AAHHNN~!!" — Rehana, tiptoed, the dildo inside her shifting with each vibration of the bed.
Viktor looked at all of them.
At the arrangement.
At the five women in various stages of being occupied, restrained, connected, and comprehensively used — the chains glinting, the old maid’s head working in rhythm with his hips, the tail vibrating, Rehana tiptoed, the beads seated, the milk still running from two sets of nipples across two sets of chains onto an old maid’s face.
His hips accelerated.
PAH PHAACK PAH PAH!!
"KYAAANGHGHH~!!! NGH~!! AAANGHH~!! HAAIYAAANGH~!!!"
"AAAAAHHH~!!! NGH—NGHHH~!! I’M—I’M—MASTER—"
"MMNGHAAANNGH~!!!"
He drove harder.
The headboard hit the wall.
The chains sang.
The beads rattled.
Rehana’s tiptoed balance failed and she caught herself on his shoulder, the dildo inside her shifting with the stumble.
"NGHH~!!"