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M3 hummed as she held up her hands, forming a rectangle with her fingers.
A camera’s viewfinder.
“Mm-hmm. Mmmm-hmmmm. Mm~hmm~!”
Then she put her hands back down, and she turned her gaze to Perlica.
“Yup. That’s a penis alright!”
Perlica struggled to pick her jaw up from the ground. Scientifically speaking, she could not fucking believe this shit. The Endministrator was currently in stasis, but it seemed as though one particular part of her(?) body was waking up before anything else, and it rose with such pronunciation that it was like a flag had been planted between the woman’s thighs. A marker to designate that the end times were upon us.
Regarding the bulge beneath the Endmin’s bed covers? Well… it was impossible not to look at.
“W-w-what’s going on?” Perlica’s hands trembled, and she fidgeted awkwardly about the place. “Why is this happening? Why is the Endministrator… experiencing this?!”
“Well, I’m not sure,” M3 admitted.
“You’re not sure?! I mean, this kind of thing… it’s abnormal, isn’t it?”
“Mm, yeah, I’d say having a foot-long penis is pretty abnormal,” M3 said. “Mine’s only nine inches.”
Perlica began chewing her fingernails down to nubs. It was in her jurisdiction to ensure that the Endministrator woke up safely and as stable as possible. She remained on standby for this exact reason, although she never could have imagined something as queer as this. It was as if the Endministrator’s body was presently in flux; as though they held a more female form from the waist up; but from the waist down, well…
“I have to go be mysterious and complicated somewhere else,” said M3, and she tapped Perlica’s shoulder with her clipboard. “So I’ll leave this to you.”
“Why me?” asked Perlica.
“You actually have an entry on the Endfield wiki,” said M3. “It just makes things easier for now.”
Perlica frowned. She watched as M3 left the room without another word, just in time for the Endministrator to mumble and groan in their unconscious state.
The obvious tent at crotch-level started to twitch, and Perlica gulped as she eyed the door. If it would do well to help the Endmin reacclimate to this environment, then perhaps it was in her best interest to…
What am I saying? I shouldn’t do anything that I might regret…
I do like the Endministrator in that way, but… maybe I should wait until she’s awake?
Ah, but she sounds really uncomfortable… and it’s my duty to help the Endministrator no matter what…
She chewed on her upper lip, seeming to think it over. Alas, that bulge wasn’t getting any smaller.
Thus, she decided to reach out foremost. Just… touch it.
Her fingertips hovered over the Endministrator’s tented bedsheets, trembling as if expecting the fabric itself to recoil. But instead… nothing happened.
So Perlica pressed down. A cautious, feather-light touch. The bulge beneath the cover twitched, flexed, and she nearly yanked her hand away altogether.
It was so… alive.
Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
She swallowed, mouth dry, and dared to press her palm along the shaft’s length through the thin linen. It was so hot, and so hard, and so… long. Almost as long as her forearm, easily. It didn’t even feel real.
She peeked up at the Endministrator’s face. Still unconscious, but the Endmin’s lips parted with a shuddered, needy-sounding groan. “Nnnnh… mmm… m-mmmn…”
She’s suffering. Or maybe it’s the opposite… but either way, she needs help.
And that help… had to be her.
Perlica nodded, as if giving herself permission. She folded her hands at her chest, gathering her courage, and then lifted the bedsheets away with a single, decisive sweep.
The Endmin’s cock sprang upright like a deployed sword, rigid and throbbing and fierce, the head flushed a vivid pink and already glimmering with a bead of clear fluid. It curved upward off the Endministrator’s belly, nearly reaching her navel—a full foot of cock, standing tall and proud.
Perlica nearly fainted.
She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from making a sound. Her eyes went wide. Her whole body felt like it was burning up.
It was… beautiful. No, more than that: it was terrifying.
But she couldn’t look away.
She reached out once more, this time with intent. Her hand trembled as she gently wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed—not too hard, but just enough to savor the unreal girth and heat.
It pulsed in her grasp.
The Endministrator moaned louder. Her hips jittered, lifting half an inch off the bed.
“Ah… Endmin…” Perlica breathed. “You’ve got such a vulgar body… it’s obscene…”
She couldn’t help herself. She stroked, once, awkward and shy. The veins bulged along the shaft, and the head twitched in response, drooling a fat bead of precum onto the Endmin’s own pale stomach.
Perlica’s heart hammered. She gave another cautious stroke, then another, a little faster each time.
Slickness from the tip eased the glide of her palm and fingers; it made her bolder, more curious. She twisted her wrist, letting her thumb circle the glans, then dragged her hand down to the root, then up, all the way to the pink, swollen crown.
The Endministrator groaned, this time more urgent. “Nnnh! Aahh… mmm, mmn…!” Her thighs tensed and spread apart, as though craving every touch.
Perlica blinked rapidly. She squeezed tighter, and began to stroke in earnest.
Up, down, up, down, each motion smoother, firmer, the Endmin’s cock flexing under her grip. It was intoxicating, the way it throbbed and quivered and begged for more. Perlica could hardly breathe.
She squeezed tighter around the base, feeling how shockingly hard, almost fever-warm it was, and she whimpered softly under her breath. The Endministrator’s hips bucked again, almost like her body needed this, and Perlica was only too happy to oblige.
This is so obscene, she thought. But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.
Perlica leaned closer, letting her silver hair tumble forward, and whispered, “Let it out. You can do it, Endministrator… just cum for me…”
She stroked with both hands now, one at the root and one right behind it, pumping up and down, up and down. Every time she reached the swollen, glistening crown, she’d give it a gentle twist and a thumb circling right around the slit, spreading the glossy precum that just kept flowing from the tip.
The Endmin shuddered and moaned again, her thighs spreading lewdly, her cock standing so tall and proud and ravenous in Perlica’s grip.
“Good girl,” Perlica murmured, her cheeks burning as she coaxed more urgent pleasure from the Endministrator’s cock. Her fingers worked expertly now, gliding smoothly thanks to the slickness drooling from the tip. She couldn’t get enough of that feeling: the heat, the firmness, the way the shaft seemed to pulse for her specifically.
“Come on, Endmin… you can do it for me… cum for me… please…”
She stroked faster, her hands a blur, wrist twisting and thumb teasing the oversensitive crown with every upward pump. The Endmin’s breathing hitched, her voice spilling out in desperate, breathless groans:
“Mmmh… ahh… nnnh… f-fuck…!”
With every stroke, Perlica noticed the thick veins along the shaft were starting to light up, veins glowing a faint yellow, like molten metal just below the surface. The first time she saw it, Perlica blinked in disbelief, but… it was real. Each throb sent another ripple of soft Originium-like glow down the cock, as if channeling power straight to the tip.
The sight of it made Perlica’s mouth water. She swallowed reflexively, feeling a dangerous, delicious heat blooming between her own thighs. Her pussy clenched, aching in sympathy with the Endministrator’s swelling, radiant cock.
She leaned in, voice trembling: “You’re so… beautiful like this, Endmin… you’re glowing for me… I want to see you make a mess, show me all your power…”
She cupped those heavy, swollen balls with her free hand, and the heat emanating from them was almost too much to bear. They churned in her palm, so full and tight she could only imagine how much was pent up inside. Perlica massaged them gently, rolling them between her fingers, and Endmin’s hips jerked so hard it nearly made her cock slap against Perlica’s chest.
Perlica gasped, then moaned softly herself. She redoubled her efforts, both hands stroking with wild intensity, twisting and pumping Endmin’s cock like she was desperate to milk every last drop of pleasure out of the unconscious Endministrator. The glowing veins throbbing under her fingers made her shudder in wonder, and she kept her eyes glued to the sight of that monstrous, beautiful shaft as she stroked up and down, chasing the next needy moan out of Endmin’s slack lips.
“Ahh… mmm… mmh, nnh… f-fuck…”
Obscene sounds continued to pour out from Endmin’s mouth, just as the precum continued to pour out of her cock. It was like she was dreaming about something lewd, or even more humiliatingly, about Perlica herself. Was her duty always this… salacious…? Perlica didn’t know anymore. She just wanted to see the Endministrator let go.
The precum was really pouring out now, thick and glossy, painting the swollen head with a sheen that made Perlica’s mouth involuntarily water. She leaned in, drawn by some magnetic desire, and gave the tip a cautious flick of her tongue. It tasted faintly sweet, strangely metallic, and it left her shivering with anticipation.
Then she wrapped her lips around the head, mouth pursing tight, and…
“Mmmmf…!”
The Endministrator’s back arched, hips twitching off the bed. Perlica gasped around the tip of that cock, instantly overwhelmed by the sheer heat and flavor of it, and she barely managed to keep a grip on the shaft as it throbbed against her tongue. There was so much of it, so hard and so hot, and she had to use both hands just to steady herself.
She bobbed her head, just a little, just enough to savor the sensation of the glans parting her lips. The taste was so much stronger now, a deep and potent tang that filled her mouth and made her dizzy. Precum welled up and spilled directly onto her tongue, and she swallowed fast, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste.
But more kept coming. Every time her hands stroked the shaft, every little pump and twist, the Endmin would leak even more. It dribbled down the head, smeared all over her lips, and soon Perlica was slobbering around the tip, cheeks hollowing as she did her best to suck out all of that delicious pre.
“Ah… Endmin, you’re… so lewd like this… your thing is like a machine, there’s just so much output…” She mumbled it with her mouth still pressed to the head, which made it come out as a muffled whimper. She could hardly believe the Endministrator was still asleep through all this, but maybe that was for the best. It meant Perlica could analyze every sensation, every reaction, without embarrassment getting the better of her.
She switched up her rhythm, stroking faster and tighter with both hands, twisting at the wrists, two-fisting Endmin’s cock like a pro. Every now and then, she’d pop her lips off just to gasp for breath, but then she’d dive right back in, sucking at the tip with her tongue swirling around the slit, eager to taste every drop.
This is… absurd… my head… is spinning…
Thank goodness… that M3 isn’t here… to see this…!
The veins along the shaft kept pulsing, the yellow glow growing brighter, almost urgent. Perlica squeezed harder, rolling her hands in perfect sync, and the Endmin’s cock swelled even more, the head flaring wide and almost purple with arousal. Precum gushed onto her tongue in thick, salty spurts.
“Ghh… s-so much…” Perlica groaned softly, her own thighs squirming together. She couldn’t help but feel a twisted pride at how much Endmin was leaking for her. It was like the Endministrator’s body was built to be insatiable—a perfect engine of lust.
She bobbed her head farther down, lips straining to take more of the head into her mouth. It was too big to fit easily, but the challenge only made her more determined. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, hard, as her hands pumped and twisted at the base.
Endmin’s hips jerked again, cock flexing with a warning glow. That was the only signal Perlica got before the Endministrator’s orgasm detonated.
The entire shaft lit up, every vein blazing with that molten yellow glow, and the cock swelled so suddenly that it forced Perlica’s mouth wide. Then…
It erupted.
Hot, thick semen burst from the tip, straight down her throat. Perlica tried to swallow, but the first spurt was so intense that it made her gag. The next one followed right after, and then another, and another…
“Mmff! Mmf, nggh, mmm…!”
The only noises she could make were muffled and desperate, mouth stretched and stuffed with cock and cum. Her hands kept stroking, driven by some primal need to milk the Endministrator for all she was worth, and the Endmin’s cock just kept on cumming.
It was too much. The load was so heavy, so unrelenting, that glossy semen spilled out around her lips, drooling down her chin in fat, sticky ropes. It dribbled onto Endmin’s own pale stomach, spattered all over her thighs, made a complete, obscene mess of both of them.
Perlica’s eyes rolled back. She moaned softly, overwhelmed by the flavor, the heat, the raw volume. She swallowed as fast as she could—and she was pretty efficient, if she said so herself—but there was simply no keeping up. Cum overflowed again, running down her neck, soaking her uniform, pooling in the hollow of Endmin’s pelvis. The Endministrator’s hips jerked with every pulse, the cock spewing more and more, painting Perlica’s tongue and throat with every burst.
She had to pull back, just a little, gasping for air. More semen followed her, a sticky strand connecting her lips to the still-twitching cockhead. She stared at it, half-dazed, then lapped at the tip to clean up the excess, not wanting to make an even bigger mess.
“A-ahhh… so much… Endmin, how is it possible for you to cum this much…?” she whispered, voice trembling. It was almost scientific, the way she analyzed it. The quantity. The consistency. The temperature. Everything about the Endministrator’s cock and orgasm was off the charts, beyond any reasonable metric. She was awestruck admiring the girth, the length, the texture, the vein thickness, blood flow, color, circumcision…
But somehow, someway, the Endministrator was still hard.
Perlica couldn’t believe it. Frankly, there was a lot about this situation that she couldn’t believe. She gulped down the mess that still clung to her glistening lips, and she found her entire body was trembling from the heat and splendor of it all. She was soaking wet between her thighs; there was something about the Endmin’s taste that flipped a switch in Perlica’s head, and she found herself hungry for so much more.
“I can’t believe you’re m-making me do this,” Perlica mumbled, her lips quivering in a lewd smile. “This crass and inappropriate body of yours… hah… I’ll show you what I’m capable of, Endmin…”
Perlica’s breath shivered in her chest as she reached down to her hips, the heat between her legs suddenly impossible to ignore. All this time, she’d deliberately worn her leggings as a professional barrier, something befitting her duty as Supervisor. But now… all she could think about was how those leggings were glued to her skin, sticky with arousal, her panties utterly soaked through. She was messy, needy, and throbbing for more.
She unzipped her outfit with trembling fingers, baring the pale skin of her thighs, and then tugged the tight, dark leggings down. The fabric clung to her, darkened at the crotch by the evidence of just how wet she’d gotten from stroking and sucking the Endministrator’s absurd cock. Her panties came next, white and blue, hopelessly damp; she peeled them free, strings of slickness stretching and snapping as she wrenched the sodden fabric down her legs.
Her pussy was exposed now, glistening and wet, with a thatch of silvery-grey hair just above her swollen lips. The sight made her flush with embarrassment and pride all at once.
Would the Endministrator like it better if she shaved? Would she find the hair untidy, or was it… alluring…? Perlica bit her lip, but the thought just made her wetter.
Later. She’d worry about it later. Right now, nothing else mattered.
She clambered onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and positioned herself just above Endmin’s still-furious erection. It looked even bigger up close, standing tall and proud against the Endministrator’s pale, sleeping body—a foot long, thick as Perlica’s wrist, and still drooling with glossy, molten pre-cum.
Perlica braced herself, heart hammering.
She grabbed the shaft at the base and lined herself up, the heat of it radiating against her sodden entrance. Her own slickness dribbled onto the tip, making it shine all the brighter.
“Just… for your relief, Endministrator,” she whispered, voice trembling. “This is all for you, I promise…”
She was such a liar.
She let herself sink down, slowly, letting the crown spread her open. She whimpered immediately—it was too big, too hot, impossibly thick—but she forced herself to keep going, inch by inch, savoring the stretch. The Endmin’s cock plunged into her, filling her up so completely she could feel it bulging inside her. She could barely breathe, barely think.
“Nnnh… fuck…!” She choked on the word, cheeks burning. This was obscene; this was perfect. “This r-ridiculous thing… nngh… h-how dare you, Endmin… how dare you h-have such a th-thick, meaty, pulsing…!”
She stole a glance up at Endmin’s face, searching for any sign of waking. But the Endministrator only groaned softly, eyes closed, brow creased with pleasure. She lay there like a goddess awaiting worship, her body divine and unconquerable.
Perlica wanted to make her proud.
She began to move, bouncing gently at first, her thighs flexing as she worked herself up and down that monstrous shaft. Every drop brought a new shock of pleasure, sparks of heat shooting up her spine. She gripped the Endmin’s cock with both hands just to steady herself, riding it like it was her sole purpose in life, her body trembling with every inch that filled her up. The pleasure was mind-blowing, a constant, overwhelming heat that made her gasp and whimper, her thighs flexing as she bounced atop the Endministrator’s lap.
She let her silver hair spill forward over her shoulders, sweat already starting to bead along her brow and between her breasts. Her pert, pale tits jiggled with every motion, the nipples flushed dark and hard, clearly aching for attention. Every time she dropped her hips, the Endmin’s cock speared her deeper, splitting her open in a way that made stars dance across her vision.
“Nnnh… Endmin… m-more, I want more of you…!” Perlica’s voice sounded strange even to her own ears, high and tight and desperate. She rolled her hips, grinding her sodden pussy down onto that impossible shaft, savoring the obscene sensation of fullness. She could actually see the bulge in her lower belly, the outline of Endmin’s cock pressing up under her own skin.
It made her wetter. It made her insane.
And all the while, the Endministrator just lay there, lost in a dream or a haze, her soft lips parted, her cheeks faintly flushed, her breathing quickening with every bounce. The contrast was devastating—a cock like a doomsday weapon, but a face so innocent, so vulnerable.
Perlica couldn’t help herself.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of the Endmin’s head, and pressed her lips to the Endmin’s cheek. Soft, tentative at first, but then she nuzzled closer, kissing the Endministrator’s jaw, her nose, her temple. Every inch of Endmin’s skin was pale and smooth, almost shimmering with otherworldly beauty. Perlica kissed her again, right on the lips this time, savoring the plushness, the faint sweetness of her breath.
The Endmin’s eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t awaken. Her voice tumbled out in soft, needy noises, all gasps and low moans, her body arching up to meet Perlica’s desperate rides.
“Fuck, you’re so cute like this… Endmin, I could do this forever…” Perlica whimpered, her voice thick with lust and longing. She pressed her chest down, mashing her tits against Endmin’s own, and immediately felt the heat of contact. The Endmin’s own breasts were soft and pillowy, surprisingly sensitive; Perlica took a moment to grope them, kneading and squeezing, pinching the nipples between her fingers until the Endmin’s entire body twitched beneath her.
That only made Perlica bounce harder, her thighs slapping down against the Endmin’s hips, the obscene sound echoing off the walls.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
She was completely, utterly lost in it. Her pussy clenched down, milking every twitch and throb from the Endmin’s cock, desperate to wring out the next load. The more she moved, the more the glow along the shaft brightened, veins radiating that same molten yellow with every burst of pleasure.
Perlica’s own body felt like it was on fire. Her nipples scraped against Endmin’s chest; her clit rubbed hard against the shaft every time she bottomed out. She moaned into the Endministrator’s mouth, kissing her over and over, as if trying to steal some of that beautiful, enigmatic power for herself.
“A-ah… fuck, Endmin, you’re… you’re so deep… ngh… you’re going to break me at this rate…” Her words tumbled out in wild, breathless bursts, hips never stopping for a second.
She grabbed the Endmin’s tits again, this time grinding her palms over the hard, sensitive buds, watching with fascination as the Endmin squirmed and shuddered even in unconsciousness. Perlica reveled in the power, the sensation, the knowledge that only she got to see this side of the Endministrator.
Beneath her, that monstrous cock flexed and swelled, the head flaring even wider inside her. She could feel the pressure building, the telltale glow rippling down the shaft, and every second made her more delirious with need.
She gritted her teeth, fucked herself harder, sweat dripping down her back, her thighs burning from the effort. She wanted to make a mess, to mark the Endministrator as hers, to lose herself in pleasure.
“Endmin, Endmin, Endmin…!” She chanted the name like a prayer, her hair sticking to her cheeks, her tongue darting out to lick up the sweat and precum smearing the Endmin’s lips and chin. She was grinding now, harder and harder, until the obscene, slick noises filled the whole room.
Her pussy was gushing, every clench wringing more slickness around that glowing cock. The Endmin’s hips bucked in response, matching Perlica’s motions, their bodies locked in some ancient, primal rhythm.
Then it hit her.
The orgasm, when it came, was like getting hit by a lightning bolt. Her entire body snapped tight, every muscle flexing as she threw her head back and screamed. Her pussy clamped down around Endmin’s cock, milking it hard, desperate for every last drop of whatever the Endmin could give her.
“AHHHH! F-fuck, ENDMIN! I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING SO HARD, AHHHH…!”
She saw stars. Her vision went white. For a second, she genuinely thought she might black out from the intensity.
But the Endmin wasn’t far behind.
At the very peak of her own climax, Perlica felt the Endmin’s cock swell even bigger, the veins blazing with golden light. Then…
It erupted.
Cum blasted into Perlica’s pussy, hot and thick and sticky, flooding her insides. The first spurt nearly lifted her off the Endmin’s lap, but she clamped down and kept riding, milking the shaft for more and more. The volume was insane, obscene, unending; jet after jet of glowing, sticky seed filled her up, painting her walls, dribbling out around the base and splattering onto Endmin’s own hips and thighs.
Perlica loved it. She couldn’t get enough. She reached down to her own belly, pressing it just above her pubic mound, and felt the cock inside her, rigid and pulsing and still unloading torrents of hot cum directly into her womb.
“More, more, more… fill me up, Endmin, make me yours, mark me, ahhh…!”
She didn’t care how embarrassing she sounded. She just wanted it all.
And the Endmin gave her everything.
The force of the orgasm was so intense that it finally snapped the Endministrator awake. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, and for a moment she just stared, confused, at the beautiful woman straddling her hips and riding her cock for all she was worth.
Perlica nearly died of embarrassment.
She froze, cheeks going absolutely scarlet, sweat dripping down her body and cum drooling out from her sodden pussy. She had never, ever been caught in such a compromising position before—and certainly not by the very person she was supposed to be supervising!
She panicked. “Shh!” she hissed, putting a trembling finger to the Endmin’s lips. “D-don’t say a word. Just… just lie back, okay? Th-this is… this is all perfectly normal…”
Endmin blinked up at her, dazed and helpless, her cock still twitching inside Perlica’s clenching walls. “Nnnh… you’re so warm… what’s happening?”
Perlica had to think fast. She kept rocking her hips, desperate to milk every last drop from the Endmin’s cock, even as she tried to maintain some sense of dignity.
“This is… ah… it’s the Endministrator Relief Protocol,” she said, trying not to moan as she forced the words out. “The E.R.P.! Um, whenever you, um, get hard, I’m supposed to—to help relieve you. It’s for your health and safety…!”
Endmin just stared at her, eyes wide, lips parted. She looked like she wanted to say something, but Perlica shushed her again, rubbing her finger along the Endmin’s lower lip.
“Just trust me, okay? I’m your Supervisor! I know what’s best for you…!”
She bounced her hips again, squeezing Endmin’s cock between her spasming walls, desperate to keep the flow going. She could feel her pussy already overflowing, Endmin’s cum pooling deep inside and oozing out around the base of that monstrous shaft.
Endmin’s hands finally came up, gripping Perlica’s hips. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh, holding Perlica steady as she thrust up, trying to get even deeper.
“So dizzy… ahh… but… um… okay… I… I trust you,” Endmin half-mumbled, half-moaned. Poor Perlica could see the utter confusion on the Endministrator’s face, and the cruel part was that she relished the lie. “So… does that mean we need to… do this more?” Endmin asked, the words shaky, almost childlike in their innocence. “My body… it feels… so stiff…”
Perlica’s heart nearly stopped.
She realized, in that instant, that she’d completely doomed herself. There was no going back now; if she said no, the Endmin would know she’d been lying, that she just wanted to fuck her silly for her own pleasure.
But if she said yes, it meant she had to keep going, as long and as hard as the Endmin demanded.
She shivered. Her body ached for more, even as her brain screamed at her to stop.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation and terror. “That’s exactly what it means…”
“Oh… okay,” said the Endmin. “In that case…”
Before she could brace herself, the Endmin rolled her over, pinning Perlica to the bed and yanking her hips up. The cock slipped free for a split second, splattering hot cum all over the sheets and Perlica’s thighs, but then Endmin plunged right back in, hilting herself in one savage stroke.
Perlica screamed, the pleasure bordering on pain. Her pussy was already battered and soaked, but somehow, the sensation of being taken like this drove her wild.
The Endmin didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Perlica’s ass with both hands, squeezing hard, and started to fuck her from behind with relentless, pounding thrusts.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Every stroke made Perlica’s tits bounce and sway beneath her, nipples dragging against the bed, voice reduced to a series of broken gasps and moans.
“A-ah! Fuck! Endmin, you’re… ngh… so deep… so rough…! I can’t… I can’t take it…!”
But she could. She could take every inch, every thrust, every drop of cum, and she wanted more.
Endmin’s cock pistoned in and out of her, the glowing veins lighting up with every pulse. Her balls slapped wetly against Perlica’s clit, adding another layer of stimulation that nearly drove her insane. “Endmin…? Is that me…? Um… okay…!” The dark-haired woman continued her with her callous thrusting, even despite her casual tone and candor upon awakening like this.
The bed creaked and thudded beneath them. Perlica clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to, sweaty hair plastered to her face as she let herself be fucked absolutely senseless.
Endmin groaned above her, hips moving with feral need. “So good… so tight… so hot… Supervisor, I can’t stop, I need to r-release again, I need to fill you up…!”
“Then do it,” Perlica begged. “Cum inside, ruin me, make me your cocksleeve, I d-don’t care, just do it!”
She wasn’t even thinking anymore. She just wanted to feel the Endministrator’s cock claiming her, branding her, marking her as the only one worthy of this privilege.
Up, down, back, forth, the rhythm never faltered. Endmin rammed her cock into Perlica’s pussy, harder and harder, until the pressure built and the glow reached a fever pitch.
And then, it happened again.
Endmin slammed her hips forward, burying her cock as deep as it could go, the head flaring and stretching Perlica’s already full cunt. Hot, blinding pleasure exploded through Perlica’s body, and she came again, back arching as she convulsed around that monstrous shaft.
“AHHH! ENDMIN, I’M CUMMING AGAIN, I’M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD, AAAHHH…!”
And Endmin let go, roaring her own pleasure as she unleashed another devastating load.
Hot, sticky, glowing seed poured into Perlica’s womb, even more than the first time. It gushed out around the base, spattering onto her thighs, her ass, the sheets, making everything slick and slippery with the thick, molten heat of the Endmin’s orgasm.
It just kept coming.
Perlica could feel each pulse as the Endmin’s cock swelled and throbbed inside her, that glowing shaft stretching her so full it hurt—and then, instead of relief, the sensation doubled down as the next wave of cum surged from the tip and flooded her womb. It was so much, so forceful, that Perlica’s lower belly actually bulged up, her insides brimming with the Endmin’s seed. She was getting filled, properly bred, and the thought of it made her shudder with delight.
“Ahhh, f-fuck, Endmin, you’re filling me, it’s so much, it’s so hot, I can’t…!” She babbled, voice raw and shaky as she squirmed on the Endmin’s dick, milking the shaft for every last drop. Her pussy squeezed around the crown, determined to hold as much inside her as possible, and it just kept coming, shot after shot of glowing, sticky cum.
The Endmin’s grip on Perlica’s hips tightened. With each thrust, she rammed herself as deep as she could go, pressing the head up against the Supervisor’s cervix and painting her insides with that molten, needy seed. Every throb was a new jolt of pleasure, and soon the Endmin was moaning right along with her, hips bucking like she’d lost all control.
“Nnh, ahh… Perlica, it feels so good, you’re so soft inside… m-more…!” Endmin’s voice was high, sweet, and shaky, but her hips were relentless. She slammed forward again, cock bulging out Perlica’s belly, and emptied herself with a final, savage spasm.
Perlica’s vision swam. She could feel herself overflowing, Endmin’s cum leaking out and smearing all over her thighs, but her womb was stuffed so full it felt like she might never be able to move again. The fullness, the heat, the way her belly lifted with the pressure—it was all so obscene, so perfect.
She collapsed forward, catching herself on the sheets. But Endmin wouldn’t let her fall. The Endministrator slumped down over Perlica, tits mashing against Perlica’s slick, sweaty back, her arms coming around to wrap Perlica in a desperate, trembling hug.
It was adorable.
Perlica quaked as she felt the Endmin’s body pressed to hers, the weight and warmth of the smaller girl’s frame, the way her cock still throbbed gently, plugging Perlica’s cum-stuffed cunt. Endmin nuzzled her cheek into Perlica’s neck, her breath hot and ticklish, her hair spilling everywhere.
“I don’t really know what’s going on, or where I am,” Endmin whispered, voice soft and hesitant and achingly sincere, “but… I’m in your care from now on. Please… take care of me like this. And I’ll take care of you, too, Supervisor.”
That did it. Perlica melted.
She felt like she’d just been bred by a goddess, and her mind was reeling and hot and barely there. Perlica could hardly see straight. Her body shuddered, awash in the slick, sticky heat of Endmin’s seed, her limbs limp, her vision swimming. She felt the Endministrator’s arms wrap around her from behind, so tentative and sweet, and the entire length of that monstrous cock still buried to the hilt inside her overfilled pussy.
Perlica let out a dreamy little sigh, still squirming a bit as she felt every aftershock of the Endmin’s orgasm. Cum drooled thickly from around her pussy, even as the enormous shaft plugging her hole kept it from draining too fast. Her lower belly was so tight, so full; she pressed her palm to it, and she could actually feel the shape of the Endmin’s cock still throbbing inside her.
So obscene. So perfect. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that she’d just been bred.
And behind her, she felt the Endmin’s breath against her neck, soft and shivery.
“Um… are you okay, Supervisor?” Endmin’s voice was so sweet, so small, as if she was worried about the woman she’d just absolutely ruined. It made Perlica’s heart ache.
“My name is Perlica,” she managed, voice slurred and breathless. “It’s a… a meet to pleasure you… I mean, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Endministrator… welcome back…”
