Brimful Depravation
Chapter 282: Rising The Temperature. (Part 5)

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Rising The Temperature. (Part 5)

"Hahaha, He really doesn’t know when to speak up, unless it is in a discussion"; Jokes Rwük’Nür, struggling to hold back a louder laugh.

"It is kinda my fault though"; Admits Neillburn with a bit of grief, as in a combat situation, he is the less capable of his three Half Siblings, a fact that is hilariously remarked in the way they named their Team, "3 Peak Nephrons And Neillburn".

"Don’t take it personal Burn-Burn".

"I can’t help but to feel that way Rwük’Nür, I am older than Bolldoub, I should be the one taking care of his messes, and not him looking after me, and protecting me every time I scrubbed up the formation and malposition myself due to my slowness... , Just take the Mäwllers as an example, they care for their Little Aunt, even when they are the nieces, and that is because they are Older".

"I don’t really want to interrupt this bonding talk between you, Nephrons"; Say Thá’Ïtza as she wiggles her pelvis in erratic circles, dimly bouncing from the couch pillows, and with the motion, thrusting her dick, burying it deep in the soaked, wet, tight, narrow pussy of Äzuzenä.

"But, do you think, The Mäwllers, took care of her Little Aunt, when they demanded at unison that I fuck this wimpering slut?"; To punctate her words, the Amazoness puts her left hand in front of Äzuzenä’s modest breasts, snapping her fingers and trapping the Damsel’s right nipple, making the latter to scream in pain and pleasure at the weird pinching technique.

"Thá’Ïtza..."; Calls out the Rogue Cadet, and the Amazoness’s retorts quickly "What?!, I like to do it a bit rough!, I...; Thá’Ïtza complain is interrupted by Khallyon, before the Tribal Woman rambles more "I wasn’t talking about your actions, if not about what you said... , I may abhor the Rwöllmör, But that doesn’t mean I despise family ties".

"I understand, Khallyon".

"Good, So, Don’t be annoying Thá’Ïtza, and have in mind that it is not hard for me to repeat what I did yesterday, two times in a row loosing an erection, that sets a bad precedent, although, there are other ways to be more persuasive".

To the beat of the Rogue Cadet’s voice, the vibrations in the [Åyûrïc Hurdles] that he placed in the Amazoness’s cock, suddenly augment their intensity, provoking the two Females to jerk their bodies, and cry with all their might at the powerful stimulus that is overtaking their senses.

"*AHH!*, YES!, THIS IS PHENOMENAL!".

Screams Äzuzenä between horny moans, as she places her hands over Thá’Ïtza’s knees, preventing herself from falling face first against the living room’s Local Terminal; Yet, her new hold allows her to have a bit of control, rocking her hips slightly to heighten the pleasure she is feeling, along increasing the blissful sensations she is providing to her Partner.

Thá’Ïtza grunts gutturally, "Fuck!, You really born to be a Fleshlight!"; Curses the Tribal Woman as she shuts herself by biting Äzuzenä’s toned right shoulder, closing an eye, while the other changes its colour, losing the deep blue shade, and being substituted by a blazing orange that is spilling almost as much Åyûrïc Energy, as the love juices released by the Little Aunt’s damped womanhood.

{And just to finish them off...}

Khallyon creates a new [Åyûrïc Hurdle], using 25 Nodes and giving to it a Silent Command, the rhomboid immaterial construction turns blue, and the upper part is placed over Äzuzenä’s clitoris, while the lower touches Thá’Ïtza’s pride, releasing a constant flow of static electricity.

The result is beyond anyone’s expectations, as both Females are not accustomed to feel electric shocks coursing through their sexy bodies, tensing uncontrollably their muscles, as the electricity’s path is unpredictable.

This uncertainty overwhelms Äzuzenä, who is strangely overjoyed by the new emotion.

Likewise, Thá’Ïtza can’t deny how skillful Khallyon appears to be with Commands and carnal affairs.

When the first thought it is technically correct, the second is a misconception from the Tribal Woman, as the Rogue Cadet is not really that experienced in the subject.

Another person who has no prior practice is Äzuzenä, and the insane amount of lust within her, has finally reached the Little Aunt’s limit, exploding with a potent squirt, and said climax, liberates a stream that passes the Local Terminal, almost staining Mätzeniä’s clothes.

Obviously, the Rogue Cadet tries to stop the liquid, but the flow loses its momentum, bending down due to gravity, and escaping from Khallyon’s hand.

"Yi’Onnaisse, Do not let the fluid go to waste!"; Orders the Rogue Cadet, to which the Gorgeous Giantess sinks into her own shadow, entering the Dark Realm, and taking out only her right hand through the hand’s shadow of her Enslaver.

Following the motion of Khallyon, Yi’Onnaisse intercepts, redirects and stores Äzuzenä’s nectar inside of her mouth.

However, she notices an discrepancy in the Dark Realm, going out from the environment, wanting to inform her Enslaver about what she has seen down there.

Yet, she knows that Khallyon will prioritize Äzuzenä’s nectar, and before the Rogue Cadet pronounces another word, the Gorgeous Giantess is ready and willing to give herself away in a passionate make out session.

"Fuck!, Little Aunt!, Stop clenching your tight pussy!, You will be sore tomorrow, even with high restoration in your Integrity!"...

*"First R-Nourishment":+62,500 Proficiency*

* "Nourishment":+112,102 Proficiency *

*"R-Nourish Baptism":+350,000 Proficiency*

*"Anchor Point←":+500,000 Proficiency *

*"Anchor Thread←":+1,100,000 Proficiency*

Khallyon rises an eyebrow; After drinking several Nectars from many women, he has come with some really delicious flavors, and Äzuzenä’s it is not the exception, yet, she is like a mild reduced extract from Mätzeniä, which only triggers the Rogue Cadet’s instincts, as he wants to drink once again the glorious taste that has the Haughty Lady’s serum.

"What the Fuck just happened?!, I received a Fucking ton of Proficiency!"; Exclaims the Amazoness with incomprehension, which is the same doubt Äzuzenä has, even if the poor wore out Ex Maiden is barely able to utter her sentence "I... , Too... , Much"...