Age Of Milfs: Trapped In Degenerate S.M.U.T Game

One of the sisters crawled underneath Beatrice and started licking the place where we were joined. Her tongue dragged over my balls and up the stretched rim of Beatrice’s pussy with every thrust.

The added sensation made my cock throb harder. Beatrice’s arms gave out. Her cheek pressed to the floor. She kept pushing her ass back to meet me anyway.

I reached under her and found her swollen clit. I rubbed it in tight circles while I fucked her. Her body locked up almost instantly. A powerful orgasm tore through her. Her walls clamped down so hard I had to fight to keep moving. Clear fluid sprayed around my cock and soaked the sister underneath her. Beatrice’s voice broke into broken sobs of pure pleasure.

I did not stop.

I kept the same deep, punishing rhythm while she came a second time, then a third. Her juices and my earlier loads turned the floor into a slick mess. The sister who had been licking us pulled back, face shiny, and offered her open mouth.

I pulled out of Beatrice long enough to shove my cock between those waiting lips. The sister sucked greedily, cleaning every inch, then I slammed back into Beatrice’s cunt before she could catch her breath.

Morgana finally moved.

She crawled over and positioned herself in front of Beatrice so their faces were close. Beatrice leaned forward and the two goddesses kissed while I ruined the one underneath.

Tongues tangled. Saliva mixed with the taste of cum. Beatrice moaned into her sister’s mouth every time I bottomed out.

I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine again.

The Endless Desire skill kept me hard and endless, but the raw pleasure of their bodies was still overwhelming. I grabbed Beatrice’s hips harder, slammed in to the hilt, and flooded her.

Thick pulses of cum pumped deep into her womb. She came again the moment she felt the heat, her whole body shaking, her scream muffled against Morgana’s lips.

I stayed buried inside her until the last spurt left me.

When I finally pulled out, a heavy river of seed poured from her open hole and joined the growing pool on the temple floor.

Beatrice collapsed onto her side.

Her chest heaved. Her red hair was a tangled mess. She looked up at me with eyes that were no longer pure lust. Something softer and almost desperate sat behind them.

"You... you really did it," she whispered. "All of us. Completely."

She pushed herself up on trembling arms and crawled toward me. Her sisters stayed where they were, still touching themselves slowly, watching.

Beatrice knelt in front of me and pressed her face against my lower stomach, breathing in the scent of everything we had done. Her voice came out quiet.

"The mission is finished. You can leave. You can start your new life in the villages." She swallowed. "But... come back. Visit us. Please. I do not want this to be the last time."

She tried to smile, but it wavered.

The system window flared to life in front of my eyes, bright and clear.

[Mission Complete]

[Lust Goddess and her three sisters fully satisfied]

[Mana Reserves elevated to Level 4]

[New items have been deposited into system inventory]

[Items locked until first village is reached]

Before I could even open the inventory the entire temple washed out into pure white light.

The stone floor vanished under my feet. Beatrice’s face, still looking up at me, blurred and disappeared.

The last thing I heard was her soft voice calling my name as the light swallowed everything.

The white light faded in stages.

First the pure blankness thinned. Then trees appeared. Tall, dense, the kind that blocked most of the sky. The air smelled of damp earth and crushed leaves. My bare feet sank into soft moss and dirt. I was still completely naked. The temple, the goddesses, the pool of mixed seed on the stone floor, all of it was gone.

I stood still for a few seconds and let my senses adjust. The system window was still open in the corner of my vision, but I pushed it aside for now. The locked items could wait. Survival came first.

Voices reached me through the trees. Rough male voices. The sound of boots and the creak of wooden wheels. I moved toward the noise, staying low, using the undergrowth for cover the same way I used to move through high-level zones back when this was still just a game.

A small clearing opened ahead. Two men in dirty leather armor were dragging a young woman between them. Her wrists were bound with rough rope. Her clothes were torn at the shoulder and along one thigh. Dark hair hung over her face. She was not struggling hard. Her body looked heavy, almost limp, like she had already given up most of her strength.

Behind them a third man walked with a loaded cart. Crates and sacks filled it. Probably the "goods" they were transporting. Mana cores, maybe. Or people who still had cores worth taking.

One of the men holding the girl laughed and gave her arm a hard yank.

"Stop dragging your feet. Your core is still warm. The buyer won’t care if you’re awake or not."

The girl made a small sound. It was weak.

I checked my inventory with a thought. The basic axe was there. The basic fire spell scroll was there. I focused on both at the same time the way the system allowed. A short flash of heat ran through my right hand. When it faded the wooden handle of the axe felt warmer and the blade carried a thin red glow along the edge. Level one fire axe. Simple. Effective.

I stepped out of the trees without announcing myself.

The man on the left saw me first. His eyes dropped to my naked body, then to the glowing axe, then back to my face. Confusion slowed him for half a second. That was all I needed.

I closed the distance in three long strides and swung. The fire-edged blade took him across the side of the neck. The cut was clean. Heat sealed the wound for a moment before blood sprayed. His head tilted at an unnatural angle and his body dropped.