New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

Chapter 511: White, Warm, and Wet (18+)

Chapter 511: White, Warm, and Wet (18+)

“TAKE COVER!!” Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs just as Grizwald’s nipples burst wide open like two rusty fire hydrants, unleashing cubic meters worth of man milk upon this mortal world.

“Huh?” Joshua looked behind him but was too slow.

All but one Purple Capes in front of Grizwald were knocked off their feet by the tsunami of milk that turned their world white, warm, and wet.

The only Purple Cape that was spared that fate for a split second was Charles, but not by any fortune or divine intervention. Beatrice grabbed him with her tail, pulled him in front of herself and used as a meat shield against the milk. All the while she covered her face, closed her eyes, and held her breath to make absolutely sure she did not get addicted to that person’s milk.

Familiar notifications popped up in Beatrice’s mind’s eye. It seemed that making a giant eight-hundred-pound-plus man cum through his lactating man titties warranted enough experience for the succubus to level up. Though the succubus had strong feelings about whether this one level was worth the emotional damage she had suffered and the things she saw that she could not unsee.

“Huh?” Olivia blinked in disbelief when she found herself on her knees with a wall of fire before her eyes. The ninja girl looked behind her and up and saw Ember, looking back at her with not even a hint of affection or care on her face.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” Ember said. “Beatrice wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I let you become Grizwald’s milk addict, funny as it may have been.”

The milk that hit Ember’s fire wall vaporized and spread throughout the guardhouse, on to the Purple Cape soldiers that were behind Grizwald and spared from the initial blast. But now—trembling, crying, scared and with no way out—they unwittingly inhaled the milk vapors that played with their taste buds, their sense of smell, their sense of reason.

“W-what is that?” one man asked.

“You feel it too?” another asked.

“It tastes…”

“Delicious!!”

“GIMME!!”

When was the last time any of them tasted anything that good? And now they were knee deep in it? The Purple Capes dropped to their knees and drank their full, slurping up the white pool right off the floor.

Once the initial storm had subdued, Beatrice let go of Charles who had already been reaching toward the white floor. The man gleefully fell face-first into the milk and all but drowned himself as he drank and drank and drank.

Ember put down the fire barrier around her and Olivia after burning up most of the milk vapors and looked around at the aftermath, as did Olivia.

Over a dozen grown men and women drinking milk off the floor with their asses shaking as they got increasingly addicted and aroused. And at the epicenter of it all, a giant sphere of flesh and fat, shaking, jiggling like jelly as it came over and over again, letting more milk flow of its gigantic man boobs like waterfall, supplying the surrounding Purple Capes with an unending stream of the most divine drink they could ever imagine.

Ember was impressed. Olivia was sick to the stomach.

“Can we go now?” Olivia asked.

“Sure,” Beatrice said slowly, plotting her next step. “Just one more thing…”

Beatrice slowly walked through the pool of milk that reached just over her ankles, moving closer to Grizwald. The Captain paid no attention to the succubus, nor anyone else for that matter. Through all of it, Grizwald ended up tasting very little of his own milk. After all, his focus was on vacuuming the last few drops out of Ava’s emptied breasts.

After all the orgasms, getting fucked, getting sucked, and then taking the brunt of Grizwald’s milk-storm, Ava’s mind couldn’t handle it anymore and the girl simply passed out. She dreamt of white, pure white snow, while held with one arm by Grizwald.

But with Ava’s breasts all but dry, and getting a whiff of his own milk, Grizwald’s brain went increasingly haywire. The unending climaxes though his lactating man boobs didn’t help. Whenever he played with the fat in his boobs, with his hard, wet nipples, Grizwald went a little more stupid. So, it made for a simple task for Beatrice to take Ava from the distracted Captain before he even realized it.

“Hey, lard-arse! You looking for this?” Beatrice dangled Ava in front of her with her tail while backtracking toward the door through which Grizwald came to the guardhouse. “If you want her, come and get her!”