/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>>19066887
>Mistress shackling you to a chair with padded cuffs on your ankles and wrists. In the nude. As 'punishment'. For what, you ask? Putting your eyes on the help.
>It's not your fault, with how lewdly she makes them dress. Particularly that one Kiki with an hourglass figure that drives you absolutely ballistic. But, alas, your nights with your best man the right hand has left you woefully ill prepared to please the mistress in the sack.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
>There's a painful prick and a spreading fire as she darts you with Manticore venom, your third leg quickly rising up
"Come in."
>It's the Kikimora you were eyeing, and she's practically naked, fidgeting as your mistress gropes one of her heavy breasts, smirking at you.
"Sit on his lap, but no funny business."
>The Kiki does as she's told, rubbing your raging cock on her copious buttocks, trying to find a good spot.
"I can see why you were leering at her... Such good breeding stock. You love your master, don't you?"
>Kiki flushes, shaking her head furiously, dog-like ears flopping back and forth.
>Before she leaves, the mistress makes sure to put her bottom on your face, engulfing your mind in the smell of the maid
>This goes on for three days. An eternity of agony and arousal as the maid's instructions become lewder and lewder, such as spreading herself eagle for you as the manticore shaves her pubes, showing you the glistening pink and virginal labia of the maid.
>On the fourth day, with eyes bloodshot and mouth frothing you break free from the bonds of the chair.
>There's no more reason, only lust and pain and heat. Forcing the plump dog-like maid onto the ground. You can't even see the tears of fear in her eyes as you hoist her legs to the sky and slam your hips into hers, hilting yourself in one stroke.
>Ferociously, relentlessly you pound away at her, the room becoming thick with the smell of sex and sweat and your intermingling fluids, the maid's throat having gone hoarse from screaming.
>Manticore holds you from behind, forcing your hips together as you unload nearly a full week's worth of venom-enhanced seed into the Kikimora beneath you, excess spilling out onto the floor
>It was enough, in retrospect, to knock up several human women, and more than enough to fill the maid with CHILD.
"Fufu... You did well, you pervert."
>Manticore pauses when you hold her wrist in a vice-like grasp. Muttering something that was nearly comprehensible.
" 'She thinks she's what now?' Speak up."
>Your lips crash into hers before she can process it, hands painfully kneading her breasts.
>...
>By the time the Kikimora comes to from her coitus-induced coma, she sees a different kind of sex. Purely carnal and bestial.
>The Manticore is shrieking into her pillow as you ram into her from behind, face eating out her tailpussy.
>She's moaning that if she orgasms again she'll be pregnant for sure. But your hips keep slamming. Over and over.

>>18937116
>Newfriend because I don't pay attention to shitty visual novels with broken goods
>Even though I've been here for years