A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 71 (NSFW) (Patreon)

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay

Chapter 71 (NSFW)

-VB-

So…

Tagg didn’t get sacked. He did, however, get demoted publicly for interfering in Slaughterhouse Nine bounty payout and causing unnecessary tension and distrust within the populace.

Director Emily Piggot was back as the leader of PRT ENE despite her failing body, and I kind of felt bad about giving her more work. A first grade hard-ass bitch she may be, but she didn’t cause the latest problem to hit the bay.

Since she was back, I decided that I was going to do her a favor and not be super active, which will only cause more problems as people will look at my activity and lack of theirs as another reason for the people and media to latch onto and blast them for something that wasn’t inherently their fault.

After all, even the heroes were government employees working a 9-to-5 job. Or 5-to-9 depending on which shift they needed to take. They were heroes, yes, but they were employees of the government first and foremost in jobs that most of them were not prepared for, including the PRT employees. After all, PRT employees have one of the highest fatality rates in the country, and less than half of them are combatants. Protectorate “heroes,” on the other hand, have a near 60% fatality rate excluding the wards, which they try not to talk about. Most of the deaths came from Endbringer Battles.

Heroes? More like martyrs.

So I didn’t want to cause unnecessary strain when I already did that with my formal complaint and the expected videos uploaded to the internet.

So what was I going to do if I wasn’t going to be going out?

Training was an option.

But, for once, I wasn’t in the mood for training.

No, I was feeling … frisky.

“...”

“...”

I squeezed.

“Hnn!”

I pressed my lips against her neck, and felt her shudder. My hands remained cupping her bigger tits - now laden with milk - and I just … couldn’t help it.

Amy gripped my forearms as I continued to grope and squeeze her tits, and she let out a loud moan as I squeezed hard and made her bra wet with her milk.

“Damn it, Alan,” she hissed even as her face grew redder. “I’m-!”

I released one of her tits and snaked down to her crotch and gave her clit a brush. Amy immediately curled forward, or rather tried to, because I had her completely pinned to my body. She writhed in my arms and panted as I teased her to no end.

And watching that Vicky, sitting on a chair across the room and fingering herself as she imagined what I’d do to her, too.

Amy finally bit her lips and looked up toward me, and I leaned down toward my shortstack wife and kissed her. She moaned into my lips as our tongues ground against each other, and shrieked when I unceremoniously slid my fingers into her pussy and rubbed at her G spot. She clawed and slapped my arm as I supercharged my finger with Ki and went to town.

She broke the kiss and screamed and thrashed as she came almost immediately. “Wait, wait, wait~!” she mewled as her entire body trembled and shuddered. My pussy gripped down on my finger and refused to let them go. I kissed her neck, making her almost pull away before she leaned against me for more. She panted and mewled with vulnerability she never showed elsewhere, and then relaxed.

Between her work, charity, experimentations, and even our daughter, Amy remained tense. Concerned that one wrong touch would lead to tragedy. Worried that she might do something wrong. Always tense.

And now, in my arms, she relaxed as she let me relieve her of her stress.

Amy moaned and panted as I started pumping her even through her clenching pussy, and made her mewl as I made her cum on our bed over and over again.

After what felt like an hour but was really just ten minutes, Amy was a putty in my hands and utterly reliant on me to keep her upright.

So I didn’t.

I pushed her over, and she let out a grunt when she landed face first into the clean part of the bed. She whimpered as I grabbed her waist with my hands, pulled her ass up, and lined myself up with her pussy.

“Any last words before I send you off to the lala land, Amy?”

She trembled a little before she gulped.

“P-Put another one in me~,” she cooed while looking at me from the corner of her eyes and giving me her best bed look. “Your shortstack wife wants to be pregnant with yOOOUURRR~!” she shrieked towards the end when I plunged my dick into her, and her trembling, raw pussy clenched as I stretched her to the limit. “Oh, no, my h-husband is p-pounding me into the b-bed~!” she mewled… while looking right toward Vicky, who gave her a dirty look.

While I’ve been making Amy experience the highs of her man’s touch, Vicky had been left in the cold. But now, Amy was challenging her.

Vicky got up from the chair, the front of which was wet with her juices, and sauntered over to the bed.

And then after planting herself right in front of Amy, forced her Amy’s face into her crtoch.

“Start licking, you little bitch,” she hissed half seriously, and Amy… did.

Now, I had two girls moaning away on the bed as I pounded into only one of their pussy.

So I flipped Amy around, and used only one hand to guide Vicky to sit on her sister’s face before kissing her.

Vicky moaned as she got her pussy eaten by Amy and her mouth assaulted by me. She used one hand to grab Amy’s tit and the other to grab my hair from the back.

My hips continued to pump Amy’s pussy, which was now squelching with her juices every time our crotches met.

Then Vicky suddenly stiffened and almost collapsed.

“Oi, Amy, no cheating!” I chidded my wife as she used her power to make my other wife cum too hard and too fast. Amy did this before - and often - and Vicky was always left a listless doll who could only take it.

“T-This is m-my time with you,” she grinned with Vicky’s juices all over her lips. She licked them up and looked up at me. She grabbed my arms and -.

I looked at her in surprise as I felt my dick grow bigger. I thought she couldn’t look through my body because of my ki.

“There~” she cooed. “My honey can split me apart with his dick and break me every night~!”

Dayum. I guessed Amy wanted to try being a size queen tonight.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her up a little so that instead of pounding down into her, I began to pump her horizontally.

She moaned loudly as I began to attack her G-spot directly with each thrust, and she clawed on the bed.

Then her pussy clenched and gripped my dick hard as she came again.

I plugged her up and-.

I grunted as I filled her pussy up with my hot cum, and she mewled pathetically as she covered her face and panted towards the end even as her pussy continued to milk me with rhythmically pulsing muscles.

So I stayed in her, making sure that her pussy was molding itself to the shape of my dick, and then I pulled out of her.

She laid there in bed with my cum slowly leaking out of her and utterly incoherent as she mumbled away in her still lasting orgasmic high.

I turned to Vicky, and she still looked out of it.

Well…

I just turned her around and went to town on my hot, blonde wife.

-VB-

A/N: should I end mini-arcs and arcs with smut each time?