Brimful Depravation
Chapter 295: Fine Like Wine. (Part 4)

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Fine Like Wine. (Part 4)

The Founder of Tiaone is looking so damn enticing and claimable, that the Rogue Cadet can’t avoid his feral need of conquest, moving forward, and ensnaring the puffy kissable lips of Carildia, drowning her with an oppressive make out session that sets the tone for their partnership and future intimate relationship.

* "Virginity": +550,000 Proficiency *

* +5% Overcharged *

* +5% Overcharged *

{Wow!, This is unexpected, but gives me a good possibility to mess around with Try’Phiel...}

* "Initial Kiss": +75 Proficiency *

* "First Kisser": +175 Proficiency *

* Achievement Authentic Compatibility *

* +50,000 Proficiency *

* +150 Renown *

* +3 Levels *

§ ∆ # — Anchor — # ∆ §

* Level 125 Surpassed *

* The memories from the point where you received your Gifts for the first time, are always accessible *

* RESETS doesn’t affect your Proficiency *

Along the notifications, a reduced amount of different Timeline Iterations, start to merge with Khallyon’s memories, expanding part of his knowledge, and corroborating some events he had doubts with.

{Now I understand why the Level 125 is so big of a deal... , If a Reset occurs, I will be carrying all my prowess from the point the Reset begins...}

{In essence is looking like what happened to me with the Perennence Trader, yet, this is better, because I don’t lose my Level after the Resets...}

{On top of that, I can remember all the Timeline Iterations I had gone through, at least since the moment I received my Gifts in the Initiation Room...}

Ignoring the new ideas he has learned or reaffirm, Khallyon focuses on the kisses he receives from Carildia’s horny mouth, as the Founder has a really attentive behavior that is more than welcomed by the Rogue Cadet.

Meanwhile, the Dragoness can’t stop herself from sucking the thick, veiny, girthy cock of her Cadet, massaging the engorded virility with the moistened walls of her narrow throat.

The kissing session with Carildia gets more primal, as the Novice goes through several nibbles that are not as tender and delicated as Khallyon show before.

Ending the make out session, Carildia observes the predatorial gaze of Khallyon, shivering with excitement and trepidation, as the Founder of Tiaone doesn’t know what she should expect from the Rogue Cadet’s obvious yet foreign intentions towards her.

Stopping her blowjob, to bite seductively her plump black lips, Darcia holds her massive red skinned bosom, lifting it momentarily, and letting her breasts fall onto Khallyon’s groin, embracing tightly the Young Man’s hardened phallus, letting him relentlessly ravage the valley formed by her soft and firm udders.

The bulbous head pops up from the Dragoness cleavage; And aware of his lack of attention towards Pristine Gygxz’Kander, the Rogue Cadet releases the Governor’s left breast, reaching with his left hand the lustrous and metallic dark green hair of the Mature Woman, manhandling her to be closer to his thick cock.

Pristine shivers with the intoxicating scent coming from the hardened shaft of flesh, after all, she can smell Essence, just like any person who has a direct Bloodline with the Original Gygxz’Kander.

The inhalations made by Pristine are more pronounced and deeper, slowly approaching to the bulbous pulsing glan, sensually licking the tip, and kissing it a moment after, the deliberately lethargic motion is captivating.

Nevertheless, the smirking mischievous face of Darcia showcases how much she wanted to see the carnal skills of the Governor of Themey’Rhán City.

Obviously, the Dragoness is not the only one excited by the sight, as the spasming body of Carildia is not so different from the Rogue Cadet’s rigid dick.

The warmth tongue of Pristine creates a dissonance, as the Mature Woman’s saliva is cold, runs down the Young Man’s girthy, veiny dick, making easier for the Dragoness to maintain the slippery path between her enormous breasts.

Continuing the make out session with the willing Founder, Khallyon starts to introduce his tongue deep down into Carildia’s throat, playing with the uvula and causing the Novice to trigger her gag reflexes, making her to have teary pleading eyes.

This could have stop Khallyon’s kiss, but Carildia’s dancing tongue, hints the Young Man to continue with his assault, violating the sanctity of the Novice’s throat.

The Rogue Cadet keeps kneading Carildia right breast with his right hand, while his left starts pushing Pristine’s head slightly down.

The latter woman responds positively to the treatment by parting open her dark purple amethyst lips, swallowing more than just the tip of Khallyon’s throbbing virility.

Repeatedly, and masterfully, the Governor of Themey’Rhán swirls her tongue inside her mouth.

Meanwhile, the Dragoness keeps pushing her udders together, maintain the valley and pleasing the Young Man with her soft and gigantic mammaries.

There is no need for Khallyon to be passive, thrusting his pelvis and dragging to himself more pleasure from the hot and cold mouth of Pristine, who is engulfing more than a third from the Young Man’s thick, veiny dick, pocking into the Governor’s throat as soon as he fastens his pelvic motion.

The intrusive and oppressive invasion of Khallyon’s monstruos cock is precisely what Pristine Gygxz’Kander was waiting for.

A Rwöllmör and a Cravemeneer, together in one, defiling her once again, reducing the mighty image of a prideful woman, and turning her into a mere object to achieve sexual gratification.

The Young Man cease his measured touch, shoving his length into the tight canal of the blind woman, just in concordance and synchronization with the Dragoness.

She stops her Titjob to lower her posture, stuffing her ravenous mouth with the Rogue Cadet’s ball sack, passionately and skillfully sucking the Young Man’s big testicles.

Both Mature Women continue forcing into their mouths more of Khallyon’s genitals, until one is reaching the other, merging their black and amethyst lips in a heated peck that attempt to become a full kiss, evidently without progress, es the two Women have the Rogue Cadet’s manhood in the way, a hindrance they don’t mind separating them for the meantime.

Now with their lips clashing, Pristine and Darcia can press the other, delivering to Khallyon a higher sensation, as the scorching saliva of the Dragoness, makes the freezing drool of the Governor, to create a chilling yet warm frosted steam that puts in edge the Young Man who hasn’t had a release since the previous day...