PreviouslyA wave of bitterness and heat exploded in his mouth, filling it up in seconds, and Willow squealed, beginning to swallow like his life depended on it, lips clamped to a fire hydrant filled with jizz as she flooded his stomach.Her cock pulsed, over and over, and still more heaving ejaculate was pumped from seemingly limitless testicles, which pulsed like breathing organisms, forcing their loads down Grant's overworked throat as his eyes bugged out. The Demon God was so lost to her arousal that she was cross-eyed, gurning into the ceiling as she poured her slimy ejaculate into his belly, reveling in his taking of her effluence.It didn't stop for nearly a minute, the figures sealed together, groin to face, contracting and expanding like an octopus releasing ink into the water around it, juddering in a tangle of sweaty limbs. The figure below was going red in the face from lack of oxygen, and when the river began to wain, he gratefully heaved air through his nose into his lun

PreviouslyShe smiled and drank from the cup again. Then, she placed it down and looked into Ivanka’s stoic, silver eyes. “. . .You’re confused. You smelt him and you just can’t remember when. Or, where.”“Right,” Ivanka replied. She wasn’t that shocked with her sister’s ability to descry simply from a slight shift in her features. It’d be weird for the Demon God to not have such a mortal ability. “And?” Ivanka almost rolled her eyes when she saw Nyx reach for her drink again. Another thing she remembered about her sister was how dearly she loved theatrics. . .and suspense.“Do you still not understand?” Nyx covered her mouth, stopping herself from chuckling when Ivanka’s eyebrows knitted tight in concentration. Then, she figured it out. “No,” Ivanka was absolutely baffled. “This early?”Then, the table and chairs all disappeared but Ivanka wasn’t so weak to get caught up in the suddenness. The instant the chairs disappeared, a similarly sized chair had been crafted from a stump that

Previously“I’m standing?” Willow said, confused. “I apologize but I don’t understand your question.”Ivanka just stared at him in silence and the mood quickly became awkward. He looked up and saw that it was peak noon which meant Ivanka was in her day form right now, the quiet kuudere who practiced her swordsmanship at the training grounds. He changed the subject quickly. “So, is this your place?” Willow took a good look at the new location he had unlocked. Ivanka’s Home or otherwise known as the Witch Of The Wood’s Hut. Her home had definitely been built in the ‘cabin in the woods’ theme, with a sprinkle of action-fantasy on top like how this entire place was actually inside Ivanka’s personal space-time domain.There were three major spots in this domain of hers, her home, the training grounds with magical, living dummies which was the cause of the noise before, and finally the little vegetable farm she was growing in front of the cabin. Of course, he knew from his experience withi

Previously“Ah,” Nightmare snapped her fingers. A metaphorical light bulb appeared above her head. She figured out the puzzle. A dangerous-looking smile graced her lips. Now she knew why her sister had marked this feminine male and why it would feel so good plundering him for herself. If her theory was correct, he would feel good enough to risk a war against her sister, or the whole seven realms for that matter. Willow tried to think of something, anything that could get him out of his current predicament despite the haze of lust clouding his mind. For one, he knew that Nightmare and Ivanka were two totally different entities to the point that they don’t even recollect each other’s memories, as if twins sharing a single body, living two different lives with two different morals—one thriving under the sun and the other waking under the moon. What one did was completely unrelated to the other, which was also the reason as to why Nightmare could technically assault him despite the contr

Previously“But these robes are too mangly,” He muttered. “[Adjust].” It surprised him how natural it came for him to manipulate the Dress. A quick Whoosh sounded as the Dress collapsed into itself before a pure white dress appeared on me but he wasn’t satisfied. “It’s a little too frilly. Make it a bit more minimalistic please. [Adjust].”Another Whoosh sounded again as a more practical outfit appeared on him. It was still the same white dress albeit a lot. . .less. There were no frills or anything of the sort and instead, it was something akin to a white, one piece skirt that accentuated his waist and hips, topped up with long, white stockings that really made his thick thighs pop out, with the long, black scarf around his neck. “Much better,” Willow nodded, satisfied. Just then, his stomach growled when the smell of an English breakfast wafted into his nose. He didn’t know how on earth, Ivanka managed to make an English-themed breakfast in a fantasy world but he was too hungry to