Dictatorship of the Labyrinth City 274

Chapter 274 – #StormSex – Astarotte (2)

As the Count of Permaten, I need to provide more good sex to the residents of Permaten.

Quality sex.

While satisfying one’s sexual desire through one sex act, one has the obligation to do one’s best to turn that sexual desire into a real thing called Manamilk through a succubus.

In that sense, I often visited the Succubus Hall managed by Astarote.

In addition, we received entertainment and full courses at the Changgwan through Astarotte and inspected the situation inside the Changgwan.

A window where succubus prostitutes directly serve themselves.

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

“Wow, what does it mean?”

“This is the only way I can just fucking fuck you.”

When I looked at the situation inside the succubus window, most of the succubi were having sex with Astarote, who was currently lying on her junior stomach and being fucked like a dog by me.

“Asty. Is it good to have sex like this?”

“The Count is picking on me like this, so I like it…! Ahh…!”

Beurreut.

Semen is sprayed directly into the pussy of Astarotte, who is down on all fours like a dog.

Unlike my usual form of uterine sex, now that I have become a succubus queen, my vagina fits my dick perfectly, and I begin to fill it with semen from the front of the uterine opening.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

A succubus goes away just by cumming.

The vulva in the lower abdomen shines, and the man shows with his body that he feels both pleasure and conquest when he ejaculates.

The pleasure of cumming inside.

And the feeling of conquest that the woman passed out on my dick.

Because they provide two senses, succubi are loved by many people even though they are criticized as non-virgin sluts.

“As expected, after cumming, I’m definitely thinking rationally. What should I say about sex with a succubus? It should be more passionate sex.”

“Are we going to have more animal-like sex than now? Anal? Or should we at least teach uterine sex to the succubi?”

“No. Not that kind of sex.”

While I was thinking about how the succubi could create a good experience for those who visited Changgwan, I remembered a scene from a meme I saw a while back.

“Okay, Asti. For now, let me stand straight like this.”

I stood straight in my place.

The cock filled with semen inside Astar Lotte was glistening with her semen foam and fuck juice, and a long transparent line stretched between her vagina and my glans and fell down onto the bed.

“Come back and fuck me.” Crawl. With your ass up.”

“Are you fucking me standing up?”

“Okay.”

As soon as my instructions were given, Astarote crawled to the side on the bed and cupped my cock with her pussy again.

“Ahhhhh… The Count’s dick, man, I’m holding the semen-covered dick again, wow, my pussy is getting hot… “

“Okay. I passed up to this point. Asti, pretend there is a desk or something in front of you and lie down.”

“Like this?”

Astar Lotte used his magic to create space beneath him.

“It’s like having sex at the table… Hot?!”

“Tell the succubus subordinates and tell them to bring a large plate. Bring a simple snack and a cup of beer.”

Astarote immediately realized my intention.

“Huh…!”

I stood still in place, and Astar Lotte moved his waist back and forth, serving my cock.

“Go, I brought it.”

“Okay. Where…Yeah. This is it.”

I placed a plate inside Astarote’s wing.

The food continued to rock back and forth, but Astar Lotte lowered the rocking motion to the lowest level and moved his hips as if rubbing his dick.

“Well, just make sure you don’t drop the dishes, right?”

“Yes. You become the table.”

When I have sex, I get hungry.

There is no problem for men if they eat and have sex, but women sometimes get offended if they eat too much and have sex.

“Sex while eating. Why didn’t I think of this?”

Of course, this food is not something a succubus eats.

“I let Laura suck my dick while I eat, and other people should enjoy this luxury too, right?”

“Uh, uhm… If you do this, you won’t be able to have rough sex… “

“Why? Are you sad?”

“Joe, a little.”

Astar Lotte turned his head back and smiled mischievously.

“I wanted you to penetrate my pussy all the way inside with your dick, but I’m a little disappointed that you can’t… Hiya?!”

“Then just hold the bowl with one hand.”

Puck, puck.

I held the bowl containing the snacks with one hand, then held on to Astarotte’s waist with the other hand and plunged my cock into her.

“Hee, hee, tummy, countess…! Just a little harder…! Push into the cervix, the lower jaw, the deepest part of me…!”

“Is it that good?”

“Yes…! I love it…! It’s okay to continue to be the Count’s table like this…!”

Astar Lotte continued to shake her hips while making comments that tickled my ears.

The glans scratched the vaginal wall left and right, and the semen that had been ejaculated earlier scraped out between the vaginal wall and the cock and hung down, and Astarotte stretched out her hand forward and moaned every time it was penetrated.

“Ah, ah, haaah…!”

“It’s a bit disappointing that it’s like this. Ah, that would be nice too.”

I turned Astarote’s body over.

“Ah ah…! Bo, the pussy is twisted…!
“Aren’t you used to it now? And my dick is rubbing against your pussy now?”

“But the Count, whimpering, is just slippery because of my love juices…”

“That’s right.”

Astar Lotte was placed on a table made of magic, close to her top.

The cock went straight into the pussy, and even when thrust forward, it was at just the right angle so that the testicles below touched the buttocks, not the table.

When having sex while placing it on a desk, if you adjust the height incorrectly, a disaster may occur where your testicles, which are swinging like a pendulum below, get stuck on the edge of the desk while you are fucking your dick.

Being as careful as I could, I gently pulled my dick out of Astarote and then pushed it back in.

Thrill, thud.

“Sssss. Sssss for for for for for for for for for for the Count’s cocks are being aligned again… Hmm… “

“We returned something that was slightly distorted to its original state. No complaints, right?”

“Yes, yes… Hmm, really, hehe, I don’t think I can live without the Count’s dick, ohhhhh…”

Astar Lotte’s her lower abdomen her her her, her her uterus her tattoo her her sparkled pink again.

Her her hands her began to caress her her her own her breasts her her her, and cloudy milk flowed from her her nipples her her her.

“I’m a count…?”

I know what the signal is.

I know why you call me in such a coquettish manner.

Asking her to suck her her breasts her.

But instead of sucking her her her her breasts her her her, I placed the bowl on her her abdomen her her with my cock still stuck in her her.

“Ship, Count…?”

“This is so fucking immoral.”

I ate the snack as it was, regardless of whether the crumbs fell down or whether the sauce fell on Astarotte’s body.

“Wouldn’t it be so dirty if I rubbed her sauce-covered hands on her thighs?”

“Well, if that’s what you want… “

“It’s a joke. Hehe.”

I wiped the sauce off Astarote’s body with the tissue placed next to me.

At the same time, I thoroughly wiped the inside of my thighs.

“Huh, why are your thighs…?”

“To teach a fun prank to men who have sex with succubi.”

I took out a feather pen from the inside pocket of my coat.

No need for ink.

It would be nice if it were black, but the liquid that will replace ink is constantly gushing out from Astarote’s chest right now.

“Let me borrow some breast milk for a moment.”

“W-huuut…?! Aang, if you look at it like that…!”

“It’s not caring. It’s really… This way.”

I put Astar Lotte’s breast milk on the tip of her feather pen and then immediately vomited semen inside her.

“Aaaaah…!”

Astarote’s waist his slightly rose.

Her breast milk she spurted from her breasts like a fountain, dripping down her, down her breasts, and soaking her desk.

“Ha, ha, ha. If you ejaculate without warning, huh, really…!”

“I think the magic of climaxing in sync with a man’s climax is amazing.”

“Well, it wasn’t sex magic just now… “

Astar Lotte covered her mouth with both her hands and smiled at me with her half-moon eyes.

“It’s just that I really like the Count’s dick… Hehe…”

“You sound like Laura.”

“Puu. Just like Director Laura, I also like the Count’s dick…?”

Wow.

Asta Lotte squeezed her pussy and urged me.

Having just climaxed and gone, she is begging me to cum inside her again.

“But what are you going to do with that feather pen?”

“I’m going to do something like this.”

I aimed the tip of her quill pen at her thigh, which I had wiped with a tissue.

“Luge’s house.”

“…!”

I wrote the words I uttered out loud on my thigh her her her.

“I want to cum. Please put it here. Draw an arrow and…”

“My pussy and thighs aren’t made of parchment, haaah… !”

“Asty. Cast a spell on my feather pen. It will bring color to this white skin. If possible, yes, it would be the color of that person’s hair or eyes.”

“Well, then it’s gold…?”

“For now, in black.”

Of course, graffiti near the vagina is designated as black.

As soon as I moved, I drew five strokes on Astarote’s thigh, where the letters were engraved in black ink.

“This is…?”

“Cum mark. There’s no way you can cum just once while having sex with a succubus. Tell the men to set a record. Hehe.”

Bururrrrut.

I let out a feeling of ejaculation that I had not intentionally held back, and Astar Lotte covered her mouth with her hand and trembled all over.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

“With this, six times.”

Sigh.

I drew the sixth stroke.

“Asty. How many times can you hold out?”

“Ha, ha…”

She looked at the strokes on her thighs with her deleveled eyes.

“…I’ll have a tattoo up to my ankle…♡”

Instead, he provoked me and wrapped his legs around my waist.

“There is one basic principle of succubus spearing. Do you know that? The man fucks his dick and the succubus fights his dick until he faints and falls down…”

“Against me?”

“…Uh, um, Count? Do you have plans for later, uh-ssi…!”

“Sex is my agenda.”

Bururrrrut.

I ejaculated inside Astarote again and drew another stroke.

“Let’s paint the number of times I’ve gone away on one side, and the number of times you’ve climaxed on the other side. Who goes away more?”

“Ugh, ugh…! I’ll meet you in the evening, aha…!”

After.

On one of Astarotte’s thighs, black ink was painted over the word Luge’s house.