696: C*m Swapping Kiss (18++)

696: C*m Swapping Kiss (18++)

“Hell yeah!!” the men cried tears of joy as they finally got permission from their mistress to fuck their commander.

One of them tore off what little shreds of cloth remained on Asuna’s body and tried to shove his cock in her mouth, though she resisted and kept her lips and teeth shut.

Another man dove between the princess’ thighs, and with a cry “Itadakimasu!”, buried his face between her legs. He was only able to enjoy his meals for a few seconds, however, as he got rudely pulled away by his trousers and offered to dine on his fellow soldier’s dirty boot instead. The unity between men crumbled and devolved into a brawl for the princess’ holes.

“Erm, my lady Leila!” one of Asuna’s soldiers spoke up just as she turned to leave.

“Hm?” Leila acknowledged the man.

“Could you please give the princess a cock too?” the man asked.

“Dude!?” the fists stop flying and the brawl froze still when the other men heard the request. “Why!?”

“I always wished the commander would suddenly grow a cock,” the man explained himself. “I thought that maybe then she’d understand my pent-up frustrations. Always walking around in that short skirt, flashing her smooth, naked thighs without even considering how we felt. Damn cocktease! I wanted her to know what it was like to stand behind her in full armor for hours

, staring at that fine ass without even granting a simple permission to go to the bathroom!”

“Dude…”

“I always was so envious of your privilege to always be the first behind Asuna on patrol. I never imagined it could be that hard.”

“We need to teach her a lesson!”

“Weren’t we about to do that by gangbanging her?”

“This is different!”

“Yeah, it’s not punishment if she enjoys it!”

“I’m not sure she was enjoying this.”

“Well, in that case she will enjoy it much more once she has a cock to cum with!”

“So is the point to punish her or make her enjoy it?”

“Nobody’s forcing you to participate! Stop complaining!”

“I… I wasn’t really…”

“Good, then we’re all in agreement?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, great lady Leila! Please give our stupid commander a big cock so that we can punish her more!”

“Heh… Sure,” Leila snapped her fingers and the raven-haired futa rushed to her mistress’ cock. There was still plenty of slop and cum on Leila’s half-hard cock and the loyal futa slurped it all up into her mouth. With her mouth full, she then crawled toward Asuna to bestow onto the princess the cock-granting seed.

“No!! Get away from me!!” Asuna fought back with renewed vigor but could not escape the iron hold of her men, who were all determined to see their commander grow a cock in front of their eyes.

“STOP!!” Asuna screamed. “I don’t want to turn into a freak like all of you!!”

“A freak?” Leila asked. “How about I force feed you ten times the normal dose of Pixie Dust you lot so kindly provided us, and then deny you pleasure until you go insane and beg your men to let you suck their cocks? Then we’ll see how proper a horny princess really is!”

“N-No…” Asuna uttered weakly when she saw Leila pull out a small pouch.

“Open wide,” Leila said and poured the black powder directly into the futa’s cum-filled mouth. With her head tilted all the way back, the futa struggled a little not to choke or swallow by accident, but years of cock sucking experience showed when it mattered.

“Make sure she swallows it all,” Leila commanded. “Do a good job and I’ll let you snort as much as you want off my cock later.”

“Please, no,” Asuna whimpered as she saw the raven futa crawl closer with her cheeks full of mind-altering concoction, but two of her men already had their hands on her face and forced her jaw wide open.

There was not even a shred of remorse or pity on Leila’s loyal futa servant. She looked happy for Asuna. As if she was bestowing a great gift to the princess. Who wouldn’t want to drink cum of their mistress mixed with Black Pixie Dust? She gently placed her slender hands on Asuna’s cheeks and went in for a deep cum swapping kiss.

“Nho-mf!” Asuna tried to resist. With tears in her shut eyes she tried to use her tongue to fight back and expel the salty, unpleasant concoction out of her mouth, back into the pit from whence it came. But it was simply too much. Her own men started tilting her head back—toward the inevitable.

“It’s not about the cum,” Leila said when everyone heard the first involuntary swallow. “It’s about sending a message. Everyone sucks.”