10x Rewards: Conquering Women and Taming Beauties - Chapter 63: Milking And Tribbing (21+ - )

Chapter 63: Milking And Tribbing (21+ Chapter)

Angelica came first, her body convulsing in the chains as milk sprayed wildly from both nipples, soaking Faevy and me. Her pussy gushed against Faevy’s and my shaft, the spasms making the tribbing even wetter and hotter.

Faevy followed seconds later, her muffled cries vibrating around the gag as she squirted hard, her juices coating my balls.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking between their tribbing pussies, the friction building like a storm. Liv’s smaller frame shook as she humped desperately, her innocent face flushed and her eyes glassy with need.

I reached over and tugged her chain, pulling her closer until her lips brushed my neck.

“Kiss me while they milk my cock with their cunts,” I commanded.

She obeyed, her soft mouth pressing to mine in a clumsy, eager kiss. Her tongue danced with mine as I continued thrusting, the table creaking under the weight of their writhing bodies. The chains rattled louder now, a constant symphony of bondage and lust.

I rotated them with a flick of my power, the chains rearranging seamlessly. Now Liv was in the center, her tighter pussy grinding directly against Angelica’s while Faevy tribbed from the side. My cock stayed nestled between all three, sliding through the creamy mess as they humped and moaned.

Angelica’s milk kept flowing, dripping down their bellies and making everything slicker.

“More,” I demanded, voice rough. I added weighted clamps, illusionary but biting perfectly, onto their nipples. Angelica’s clamps tugged with every movement, forcing more milk to leak in steady streams.

Faevy’s gag tightened, and Liv’s cuffs pulled her arms higher behind her back, arching her beautifully.

The pleasure built relentlessly. Their pussies rubbed my cock from every angle, clits dragging along my veined length, juices pouring down my thighs. I influenced their thoughts again.

You need this.

You crave the chains.

You exist for Master’s pleasure.

Their moans grew louder, more broken.

Liv came with a high-pitched cry, her body jerking in her bonds as her pussy flooded against the others. The chain reaction hit Faevy next, then Angelica, their tribbing turning frantic and sloppy around my throbbing dick.

But I held back my own release, savoring the control. My cock pulsed angrily between their soaked folds, demanding more.

The night was far from over.

I pulled back slightly, my shaft glistening, and surveyed my bound, milk-smeared, cum-drenched women. Their chests heaved, collars gleaming, chains keeping them perfectly displayed.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, Hades’ eyes glowing brighter. “Now… let’s see how much deeper you can fall.”

The chains rattled softly as I stepped back for a moment, my cock still throbbing, slick with the combined juices of all three women. Angelica’s milk continued to drip in slow, heavy beads from her swollen nipples, running down the curves of her breasts and pooling on her stomach where the leather-like straps of the illusory bondage crossed her skin.

The weighted clamps I had conjured tugged gently with every shaky breath she took, keeping the flow steady. Her blindfold of dark lace made her lips part in soft, uncertain gasps, heightening every sensation.

I let my Hades’ eyes flare brighter, crimson light casting eerie shadows across the dining room. With a single focused thought, the illusion deepened, not just chains and collars, but something far more personal.

In Angelica’s mind, the empty corner of the room suddenly filled with a vivid scene only she could see at first. Her useless husband appeared there, bound to a heavy wooden chair with thick ropes that bit into his wrists and ankles. His face was pale, eyes wide with shock and heartbreak as he stared directly at her.

He struggled weakly against his bonds, mouth moving in silent pleas she could almost hear.

“Look,” I whispered, my voice low and cruel as I leaned over her bound body. I removed the blindfold with a flick of my fingers so she could fully witness the illusion. “Your pathetic husband is watching everything, Angelica. He’s right there, tied up like the worthless worm he is, forced to see how eagerly you spread your legs for a real man.”

Angelica’s breath hitched sharply, her body jerking against the chains that held her arms high above her head and her thighs spread obscenely wide.

“N-no… Master, he… he can’t…”

But even as the words left her lips, her pussy clenched visibly, a fresh gush of wetness sliding down her folds. The shame burned bright on her cheeks, yet her hips rolled forward instinctively, seeking friction against the air.

Faevy, still gagged with the silken illusion, let out a muffled whine of jealousy, her own collar tightening as she watched. Liv’s wrists remained cuffed behind her back, forcing her small breasts to thrust outward as she knelt on the table, trembling with need.

I grabbed Angelica’s chin firmly, turning her face so she had no choice but to keep staring at the illusory husband. “Watch him. Watch how his eyes fill with tears while you leak milk for me. While your cunt drips like a desperate whore because my cock is better than anything he could ever give you.”

I sent another pulse of influence through my gaze, embedding the scene deeper into her thoughts. Now the illusion extended slightly, her husband could “hear” every moan, every wet sound, and the way she begged.

“Master… please…” Angelica whimpered, but her voice cracked with raw arousal. Her heavy breasts heaved, milk squirting in thin streams from the pressure of the clamps as her body betrayed her completely.

I rewarded her twisted shame by latching onto her right nipple again, sucking hard. Warm, sweet milk flooded my mouth in thick jets, far more than before. I drank greedily, swallowing loudly so the sound carried, letting the illusion make it seem as if her husband was forced to listen to me nursing from his wife.

My free hand plunged two fingers back into her soaked pussy, pumping roughly while my thumb ground against her swollen clit.

Faevy and Liv were not left idle. With a mental command, the chains shifted. Faevy’s gag loosened just enough for her to speak, but her arms remained pinned and her legs spread wide by the ankle cuffs connected to short chains.

I positioned her directly beside Angelica, forcing their hips to press together again.

“Trib,” I ordered, voice thick with command. “Grind those sloppy cunts together while my cock slides between you. Let your husband watch how two sluts please their Master.”

Angelica’s eyes stayed locked on the corner where her husband “sat,” tears of guilt and overwhelming pleasure mixing on her lashes. Faevy rolled her hips first, her slick pussy lips parting as they met Angelica’s in a wet, heated slide. Their clits kissed with every desperate movement, the obscene squelch filling the room.

I stepped between them, my thick, veined cock pushing right into the slippery valley they created. The heat from both sides enveloped me instantly, soft, puffy folds rubbing along my shaft as they tribbed frantically around me.

“That’s it,” I growled, thrusting slowly at first, letting my cockhead bump their clits in turn. “Milk my dick with your pussies while he watches you fall apart.”

The chains kept them perfectly locked in position, unable to pull away. Every roll of their hips made the metallic links rattle and their collars tighten slightly, a constant reminder of their bondage.

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