CHAPTER 344: THE CIRCUMCISED COCK [18+]

[#hotandhorny #rough #nokissing #thirsty #sloppy #suck]

[DING!]

[NAME THIS CONCUBINE]

’Shit. Shit. Shit. Shiiit! I can think of nothing.’ Eotigan paused right over her sexy ab. ’How is this possible? What the fuck! I have named wyverns and wendigo, and fucking vampires. Souls of infernal Hel and wights damned to the Blood River. How can I not think of a single name for this lush redbone in my arms?’ His brain remained blank. ’Fuuuuccckk!’

The Cyrene girl, fair as daylight, breathed raggedly on top of him, her warm succulent body flush into his. The gentle slope of her breasts lay above his face. Boobs that had him undone. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen melons before—by Lucifer he had, of different sizes...and colors—but this girl’s body was toned by both sun, moon, and oestrogen. Eotigan was guessing if he sucked hard enough on her brown topping he could get himself some milk.

He did think of a few names in this moment of heated lust, but all of them were what he wanted to call her as he was face first in that pussy.

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch. Fucking bitch!

Now he couldn’t name his first side-chick in two years that; not one owned by a Hel Prince of his fucking standard. Granted, she had the serpentine curves of an Ethiopian harlot, but he was still not going to name her WHORE. His filthy, sex-drowned brain—high on her smell had to do better. Like, he couldn’t make this shit up. She literally had no name.

Eotigan swiftly concluded in his mind his balls had to be free first, before any naming rites could be made. ’Fuck this! I don’t need her name to make her come.’ He passed telepathically to Inaia.

His [Subserviená], naked along with them in the springs, drew closer to the water’s edge.

[Fret not, Lord host. I shall have many suggestions for you to pick from. . .right after you sink inside of this thick, horny warrior.]

Eotigan needed no further reason to commit to his raging boner.

Grabbing the fair slave-woman by her narrow waist he put his mouth hotly on the inside of her hips and let his tongue taste the spring water on her. Her skin was as honey. He licked at her navel and roamed his big hands to her ass. He clutched. Felt her up. But when he raised a solid palm and slapped her shaking butt, she pulled his head back from sucking under her pear tits, hissing in need, "I need it now, big man. Now."

She rose above him from the water, moaning at his caressing hand unwilling to part with her gorgeous body, even for a moment. Dripping from the springs, she climbed up to the flat ledge and went on her knees. She pinched her own nipples, aroused and pebbled, bent her upper torso to the smooth rock, and she spread her knees wide, opening herself up to him, inviting, giving it all to his demonic golden eyes.

"Here," she moaned, "right fuckin’ here."

Eotigan growled and leaped out of the pool himself like a merman ascending a wave.

He didn’t kneel behind her but stood on both feet and dropped into a mid-squat. His wolfish body covered hers from above and he halted—with his robust shaft softly teasing her entrance. She was already clenching.

Eotigan decided to test her heat, because he was by no means a small man. He opened her up with his left hand and pushed his forefinger in. She immediately closed up around him, wetting his naughty finger.

"—ahhn." She shivered, face-down on the ledge.

Eotigan pulled out and licked his finger. And she began moving her wide hips from side to side, impatiently. "You gwan make me beg—"

PAH!

Eotigan’s right hand firmly descending on her fat ass shut her up. She mewled as he shoved two fingers in, pulled out and tasted her. PAH! He landed another rough slap—on the underside of her butt, right where she really felt the electric sting. "SPREAD FOR ME." His voice was steel and diamond. Quickly, in response to his grinding order, her hands fell from her tits and reached out behind to grasp and open her ass. Eotigan made an appreciative growl that had her shivering.

And the light-skinned Cyrené knew she had chosen her lover well. He hadn’t even entered her and she could already feel her walls tightening to accept all his tan girth.

THAH!

Eotigan spat in her spread ass. Both her holes glistened before his ruthless eyes with need and heat.

Crouched above her on the ledge, he steadied himself, and with one expert angle, drove himself to the hilt inside of her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..."

The both of them quaked and rocked as one. Eotigan shut his eyes not to witness her crazy-hot body shuddering under the force of his thrust. They fit like a glove. He knew for sure this girl had not fucked in three months! She was tight as shit.

"Hold your fat fuckin’ ass open, woman! Goddamn!" Eotigan swore, breathing like a boar. He put her head flat on the side on their pile of clothes so he wouldn’t see her eyes. It was too much. She, was too much.

He forced a pullout, reared back with maddening lust, and. . .

PAH!

He jammed back in, slamming balls-deep, stretching her tight cunt and caging her in with his huge frame. She made these erotic soft sounds that had Eotigan pumping that pussy mad, massaging and spanking her everywhere. This beautiful nameless amazon arched and stretched out more for him, wanting his rigid penis right back in as soon as the gleaming shaft was out. Eotigan had barely gone twenty thrusts before his balls tightened.

’Shit.’

[Ding!]

[Not good, Lord host. She has only had one orgasm.]

’Not helping, baby.’ Eotigan versed to Inaia without turning behind to see her. He had half the sense she was doing more than watch him pile-drive the redbone in the pool. He told her, "I’ve already one bad bitch on my dick. I don’t need one in my head right now.’

But Eotigan knew his [S.I.N.S] was right. He had to give this beautiful girl-warrior at least three orgasms—one for each moon she went without on the Red Virgin. And oh well, because he was dirty like that. So he came up with a brilliant idea. His long history of dealing with mortal and supernatural females let him know women could cum from a lot of things. He looked down on the thick chick’s pulsing body as he thought this. And lucky for him she was primed enough for what he had in mind.

He easily turned her around, half-lifting her in the process. She looked up at him, with gray eyes so bedarkened by pleasure the whites were nearly gone.

Eotigan lifted to his full height and pointed to his feet.

Without a word, she crept to him in complete obedience, still on her knees but upright.

"You have a beautiful mouth." Eotigan smiled satanically. "—use it."

Whilst he was still speaking, his great ’little brother’ was rising above the girl’s smudged face. He was large and thick—and she seriously loved the veins. This time it was she who spat on him. But she didn’t do it rough like him. Hers was a slow drop of whitish saliva on his bulbous penis head, then she massaged his thickness with her hands, feeling him throb in her little palms. She began with his balls. Eotigan did not blink once as she dropped her head under his fat cock and sucked at his heavy sac. The more she licked at his dark flesh the more she quaked on her knees. She was just as turned on sucking him off as he was watching her do it. His plan was working.

With both hands she rubbed his engorged dick, keeping her face under his balls as she dirtily swallowed his salt and precum. Eotigan was a man with horse’s musk.

A real earth-and-rain man.

She smelled his manhood. She panted and moaned when he jerked above her face, and still got bigger, and she yearned—in those sexy soft noisies—for him to coat her in his scent.

Forever.

Eotigan suddenly grabbed her head and held her back. She was breathing hard, oily in ecstasy.

Her hair was curly and short, so he grasped on her neck and slowly leveled his cock to her full lips. Staring horizontally upon his long swell she softly whispered:

"Wow. . .you’re cut. C-Cut. A circumcised cock!"

She licked first his penal hole and then dragged him down her throat, literally sucking him in.

GL–LUUUGGHGGGH!

She gagged, getting her pace. And then she went for it.

GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUUUGG! GLUG! GLUG!

Eotigan covered out her sexy motherfucking eyes with his hands. He watched his cock expand her throat and listened to the sloppy, sticky sounds. She came hard sucking on his fat cock and Eotigan kept her impaled during her convulsions. She shook visibly for three minutes. When he moved to pull out her mouth, she grabbed onto his lean hips and urged him into a rhythm with his wet dick. His sensual and fair warrior of no name allowed him free use of her hot mouth. She kept her tongue out and rested her gag reflex as he moved hotly inside of her. It was a sight when she came the third time—Eotigan had reached forward across her back and put his middle finger up her ass.

She bucked up the rock ledge, her knees rising as his finger and dick twisted inside of her mouth and butt.

She writhed, spasming uncontrollably, leaking squirt down her yellow thighs. And as he fell upon her with a tortured roar, she swallowed and swallowed loads of his seed.

All he gave her she took. And her sinful tongue thanked him for it.

Eotigan stood heaving on the ledge. His pecs were bunched. He was striped in sweat. He had this fine piece-of-ass softly kissing his V-line.

He put a hand under her jaw, raising her eyes to meet his—the grey was back.

He softly chucked her cheek.

"You bad, eh?"

She licked her lips, cleaned traces of jizz down her neck with her fingers—and licked that too.

Her satisfied smile was all the answer he needed. All he got.

SPLASH!

Eotigan crashed back into the warm springs on his back, causing a wave. Inaia was instantly upon him, rubbing his warm naked body as he just floated on. The fair-colored girl, freshly nutted into, finally rose from her knees. She looked even more luscious now she’d been dicked down. Unlike Eotigan, she made a flip-and-dive worthy of the gates of Olympus into the water and began easy strokes.

Eotigan studied her.

His plan had worked. His sexual plan – most women reached climax from penetration and/or oral stimulation, but very few, very few could orgasm from giving blowjobs.

’How lucky am I that my new consort is one of such? I could fuck her mouth anytime! Hehehe!’

He gloried in this devious revelation, even though the curvy redbone had no idea she was being vetted for the position of mistress to the deathly Apollyon.

Eotigan felt a touch tunneling down his abs and gripped the soft hand. His head swiveled to the side. "Give it a rest, Subserviená. My cock might be semi-hard but my body ain’t, love." Inaia put up a poker face quickly but he’d seen the blush. Inaia was a Rasta bombshell but he’d just had his spirit damn near sucked out of him and into a brown Amazon’s slippery mouth. He told her next through [psyche bridge], ’Don’t worry, fine wine. It’s you who’s gonna be running from dis big ting soon.’

Inaia blushed harder.

She really didn’t want to objectify her [Host] but her hand had gotten a mind of its own; trailing like a fucking creep towards that amazing god erection of his—especially since she’d just seen it literally make a woman cum. . .three fucking times!

Still it was selfish to just try and grab his cock.

"Ahem! I have a list of names—" Inaia spewed loudly, cursing her red cheeks. "Uh...names for the Ironside girl."

"Lay it on me, love." Eotigan said, still floating on his back. He chuckled when he got no reply. "I mean the names."

"Right, sire!" Inaia switched to [Oculi].

[DING!]

[Arabella – Cairat – Elowen – Lihua – Kambili – Oceana – Nusaiba – Lorraine – Verona. . .]

Eotigan skimmed the names that popped on the screen only he could see. He went through dozens, none sticking out, until—

"Stop. There!"

[What name shall you give, Lord host?]

He pointed.

[. . . KAMBILI]

And read out loud. "Kambili. I name her, Kambili."