Brimful Depravation
Chapter 310: Green Is Beneath Blue. (Final Part)

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Green Is Beneath Blue. (Final Part)

Khallyon keeps nibbling at the perky nipples of his unfazed Sex Slave. He adores the taste to mayonnaise that the Tribal Damsel has.

And the engrossed expression of Khallyon, is so stimulating for Yi’Onnaisse, that she needs to demonstrates her devotion.

Not waiting nor warning, the Gorgeous Giantess puts the large palm of her left hand over the guidable head of Bree’Thá, pushing down the female’s nape, and forcing her to gobble half the length of Khallyon’s thick, veiny dick.

Chocking with the manhood stuffing the entrance of the her throat, the green skinned young lady can’t help but to jerk and rept with no control over herself, gaining teary orange eyes that are pleading for mercy.

But instead, Bree’Thá’s pitiful and bulliable expression has the opposite effect on the two towering Cadets, causing Khallyon to replace Yi’Onnaisse’s suppressive touch, with an oppressive hold, shoving in, the totality of his cock.

Bree’Thá rolls her eyes at the intrusive penetration of her narrow throat, but this is barely the beginning, as the Young Man releases a discharge of static electricity, and the Gorgeous Giantess pinches the green skinned young lady’s clitoris.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Bree’Thá convulses violently releasing a gushing stream of vaginal fluids that are redirected to the Yi’Onnaisse’s breasts and mouth, feeding herself and her Enslaver.

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

*"R-Nourishment":+636,363 Proficiency *

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

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

* Level 21 *

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

*"First P-Nourishment":+70,000 Proficiency*

*"P-Nourishment": +636,363 Proficiency *

*"P-Nourish Baptism": 375,000 Proficiency*

* "Proxy Anchor Point←←": +600,000 Proficiency*

*"Proxy Anchor Thread←←": +1,320,000 Proficiency *

*"First P-Nourishment":+70,000 Proficiency*

*"P-Nourishment": +636,363 Proficiency *

*"P-Nourish Baptism": 375,000 Proficiency*

* "Proxy Anchor Point←←": +600,000 Proficiency*

*"Proxy Anchor Thread←←": +1,320,000 Proficiency *

{Weird, This has given to me two times the notification, again... , Is it an error?...}

No eerie sensation comes to annoy the Rogue Cadet, which is as reassuring as it is disturbing.

Nevertheless, there are more pressing matters, like his dick throbbing intensely in the clenching gagging throat of Bree’Thá.

The masochistic tendency of the green skinned young lady is a pleasant but expected surprise, as is widely known how much the Tribal Women desire to be pinned down and used like mindless Fucktoys against their will, without being able to put the slightest resistance, completely at the mercy of whoever has the strength or power to bend them down.

This instance is the real reason behind why Thá’Ïtza and Yi’Onnaisse are so infatuated with Khallyon, because the Rogue Cadet is capable of do whatever he pleases, yet, he let’s them choose up to certain decree.

Both Tribal Damsels are extremely excited, which is a bit difficult to accept for Bree’Thá.

Yet, her performance was satisfactory enough for her to obtain a reward "She did decently, My Enslaver, May I compensate her for the dedication she has shown?".

"Yes Yi’Onnaisse, but I will take care of it".

Khallyon reply comes with him pulling out his girthy cock from Bree’Thá’s mouth, lifting by the short boyish like, blac hair of the dizzy female and kissing her with no prior warning.* "Initial Kiss": +75 Proficiency *

* "First Kisser": +175 Proficiency *

* Achievement Authentic Compatibility *

* +50,000 Proficiency *

* +150 Renown *

* +3 Levels *

§ ∆ # — Anchor — # ∆ §

Bree’Thá is unable to put on a fight or complain, and Khallyon ending the kiss was a relief, because she was feeling it a lot, moistening again her already damped pussy lips.

"She is not half bad with her tongue, but I am sure she will do better for you".

The Rogue Cadet’s insinuation arouses the green skinned young lady, she wants to kiss or be kissed by Yi’Onnaisse, but the Young Man has a more lecherous machination in his libidinous mind.

"Here Bree’Thá, suck the nipples of My Sex Slave, if you do well, perhaps she decides to provide another reward".

Not even thinking if Khallyon’s words are truth or not, Bree’Thá complies and hastily nibbles the perfect hardened knobs that protrude from Yi’Onnaisse’s attractive udders.

*"First P-Nourishment":+70,000 Proficiency*

*"P-Nourishment":+1,675,675 Proficiency*

*"P-Nourish Baptism": 375,000 Proficiency*

* "Proxy Anchor Point←←": +600,000 Proficiency*

*"Proxy Anchor Thread←←": +1,320,000 Proficiency *

*"First P-Nourishment":+70,000 Proficiency*

*"P-Nourishment":+1,675,675 Proficiency*

* Level 22 *

*"P-Nourish Baptism": 375,000 Proficiency*

* "Proxy Anchor Point←←": +600,000 Proficiency*

*"Proxy Anchor Thread←←": +1,320,000 Proficiency *

{Again?!, Something definitely is not right here!, I already have the Connection with Yi’Onnaisse!... , Or I can have this Proxy thing repeatedly?, as long as I have one different partner in the mix...}

"She is decent"; Acknowledges Yi’Onnaisse as she grabs Bree’Thá’s chin and lifts her up to match her gaze, hungrily kissing the willing Tribal Simp she acquired.

A tear leaves the Gorgeous Giantess’s red eyes, sorrow and sadness invading her, causing incomprehension in the Rogue Cadet’s understanding.

But this confusion has a sudden answer in the form of a dark green blade that pierces the Young Man’s throat from behind him.

Khallyon instantly loses control over his body functions, falling back as he sees a woman with dark green metallic hair leaving the Dark Realm.

But it is not Pristine Gygxz’Kander, if not a Burnett Milf that Khallyon has never seen before.

Bree’Thá doesn’t know how to proceed, her focus completely demolished by the aftermath of her orgasm, on top of seeing the tears of despair in the usually unfazed expression of Yi’Onnaisse.

"*Sigh*, Why am I not even surprised?"; Says with amusement and contempt the self invited guest "My Servant falling in love by the same stupid brute that my two useless daughters got infatuated with".

{Daughters?!...}

•"Luryantey Feirllummatiouis"•.

"Correct Khallyon... , Looks like getting rid of your parents by luring the Cekx’Appealer out was the right call... , You are not as stupid as you used to be, but that was in another REWRITE... , By the way, thanks for not stopping the trip of Rulleyma Rhaython, killing her would had caused a Reset, which is why the Perennence Trader didn’t kill her neither when she tried to protect you".

{What?!, How does she know?!...}

"Surprised?, You shouldn’t, I know a lot, and the funny part, is that all your fault, kissing Bree’Thá has sealed your destiny... , But don’t get so mad, I WIN remember".

{Win?, The letter!, It wasn’t my Aunt Solange!...}

"Looks like you get it, Playing into my tune since the instant you didn’t become the arrogant prepotent idiot of the Rwöllmör".

{What?!...}

"Hahaha!, Convincing your mother was so easy, with the prude boring father that you had, Hahaha, I can’t believe you truly defended him at the Dinner!".

{Why I am not healing?!...}

"The only good thing he has ever done, is impregnating your mother, or should I say, seducing him into a threesome in which the only thing the cuck did was release a tiny drop of sperm in the soaked cunt of your whore mother!, Hahaha!".

The Rogue Cadet keeps trying to heal his injury, but he can’t push the blade out of his body.

Which is even more frustrating and upsetting for him, as Yi’Onnaisse is simply there, watching him, and disconsolately crying with her own impotence.

"Well Khallyon, Enough plasenteries, I am fed up, of being the Imperishable’s Puppet Toy, and there is much more out there than this broken garbage dump called Leathemnur".

Luryantey hops on Khallyon’s lap, impaling her wet loose vagina with the Young Man’s massive cock.

"I thought you were going to be bigger, my stupid daughters said 30 inches, you barely reach 25".

"D-Do".

"Do?, Do what?!, Don’t you dare to mock my daughters?!, Hahaha!".

"D-Do-an".

"Who was that one?, The Nurse?, The Doctor?, Nah!, The Shadow, Right, Then let me help you".

Luryantey pulls off the blade from Khallyon’s throat, he immediately gets healed, but something is missing, he can’t sense his Singularity, and his body doesn’t follow any action he wants to perform.

"Call for your Shadow"; Orders Luryantey, and the Young Man’s body obeys without him actually wanting to follow the command.

"Doyann".

The Doppelganger emerges from the Dark Realm like a black lightning bolt, aiming to hit Luryantey’s head, but stopping abruptly before doing so.

"All you ever did and achieve Khallyon, is now mine, don’t worry, I am only borrowing it, my goal is greater than building a brothel with a bunch of masochistic bitches with Daddy issues... , *Oops*, I think you didn’t knew that about Naylyn, good thing I didn’t allowed his garbage father to touch her, Allirian on the other hand, *Jha*, well, her mother is worse than me, Hahaha!, Congratulations to her!".

"K-Khallyon, I can’t move"; Informs Dayana’s Copy with disbelief.

"Oh!, Little shadow, you don’t have to be so appalled, go for the Red Bimbo Reptile".

"The Fat Ass?!".

"*Mhm*, Calling her names, You sure are a bold one, Little shadow... , Now go, the Elderly need to talk".

Doyann sinks into her shadow and comes back a minute later with the company of Darcia, Pristine, Carildia, Urrein and Quetzally.

The latter immediately jumps towards the cunning Luryantey, blasting her with curving strikes of cubic Standard Ammunitions.

But an unknown layer of energy is coating the silhouette of Luryantey preventing any damage she could possibly had received.

"Hahaha, Stop flirting with me, Your future husband is watching!... , Though you are in my top three Virgins that I want to deflower Quetzally... , Carildia is the second, and unfortunately, Naíndra’s situation made impossible to take her Virgin cunt without busting out all my plot, even her pussy is not as valuable as true freedom... , Isn’t that correct Darcia?".

The Dragoness is silently observing the situation with analytic eyes, pondering the viability of what Luryantey wants to do.

Yet, Darcia is not the only one, Pristine and Carildia can see it too, and both are instantly lured by Luryantey’s Goal.

"True freedom?, you think I didn’t try that before, Luryantey?".

"Not like I am going to do, I WIN, a REWRITE will only give me what I want, a Reboot can’t occur so early, and the Reset is set to the kiss Khallyon gave to Bree’Thá, as I said before Darcia, I WIN, The only difference if you want to be left out, or not".

"Darcia Phrangnerth!, You can’t be..."; The complain of Quetzally is interrupted by the Dragoness index finger "*Shh*, Quelly, I went far more than any of you could ever know or understand, and for more than Khallyon can do, he is... , Average".

Quetzally blinks at her old friend words, but the Dragoness continues "Your Course being fought back, Pristine having her sight, that is not him, is the Work bestowed upon him to entertain the Imperishable... , Which applies too to your Course... , But, if Luryantey is correct with her estimation, No curse for you, no blindness for Pristine, and Not frigid me".

"Thanks for be so understanding Darcia, is good to know that you are not a stupid teenager who believes he can change the world with the power of friendship and a whole lot of luck"...

Luryantey smiles at Khallyon, and the Young Man feels more pain of what was caused by the Perennence Trader while he snatched away part of the Rogue Cadet’s Perennence.

Simultaneously, the sensation is mixed with whatever the Continuum did to Khallyon during the Reboot.

But instead of dispelling the Anchors, all of them get merged into one, and from Khallyon’s Anchors, Luryantey’s Anchors are pulled in, then Yi’Onnaisse’s, Bree’Thá’s and so on.

The web of all the Anchors ever created by everything alive within Leathemnur’s reach, is suddenly turn into a domino effect that breaches and tores apart the fabric of the entire REALITY.

Sending everyone into the next and final frontier. Even when is a place they were never supposed to arrive to...

[ To be Continued In Submit Or Succumb ]