Goth's Hungry Pussy Preservation


Written by Septia.


“I wanna feel Vim die in my pussy.” 
	Iyad's vision glazed over, his girlfriend's words – previously swathed in an air of ambiguity – now cracked into his face like a mace at the end of a whip. The bedroom lost focus, Morgue's inky lace clothing melding into the dark blankets, with the braids of jet black framing her face, only her cold cerulean eyes anchored her as the woman of his dreams. Catching his breath, Iyad reconstituted himself. 
	Though his lips struggled to form her name in a stutter, “Momo… you can not be serious.” Morgue tilted her head so a waterfall of inken hair draped onto her shoulder, framing the sparks of warmth in her expression. “I've got enough practice, if that's what got my hubby worried,” she spread her thighs on the blanket in her kneeling stance, tugging one of her taxidermy jars into the cleft of her lap, the coiled viper body suspended in isopropyl alcohol, bobbing as it bumped up to her crotch, covering her navel. “Haven't used anything with quite the same weight of constitution, but I'm more than ready,” a thin smirk revealed a polished fang, “my ‘lil catacomb swallowed your fist up too your shoulder last time, and your arm's bulky enough to rival that thin, spinky bitch's hips.” 
	An exaggeration, to be sure, though far from hyperbolic. 
	“You know that was not what I meant, I could not do that. Vim's just a girl, she's kind, and we have known each other for years.” 
	“Ooh yes, when she realises what was happenings, that her long-time co-worker set her up to be uterus stuffing, she'd go off like a fairy-light stick on new years.” Morgue bit her deep indigo lips, and humped up against the glass jar, “all that sheer disbelief and despair fuelling her squirms, nourishing me.” 
	Iyad shut his eyes, breathing in through his nose, and letting out a deep sigh as she sat back on the bed. “Momo… I,” the words stunted in his throat, then flooded out all at once, “I love you, more than the sky, more than the moon, more than every summer's past. You know that if this is about how Vim acted with me at work, you know I would never leave you, we were never anything serious, you are the only one for me.” 
	Morgue shuffled up towards him, “My sweet dummy, I know, I wouldn't ask you otherwise, that's why I am asking you this.”
	Morgue shuffled up to his back, pressing her chest against him, wrapping him up in a hug, and coiled around him. “And I know I mean much more to you than one wasted ‘lil preppy, sunbeam.” She brushed against Iyad, her whole body welded onto him; a black harness around his plush heart. “I know you would do this for my dream, think about it: my uterus, my pussy, the very cradle and beginning of life, harboring life's finale, the loam soal from which life sprouts reduced to a burial mound… The death, of life, the life, of death,” she said while caressing down his chest, spinning her philosophy based on the core of murdering an innocent girl. 
	“I'd be my own canopic jar, and I'd get to feel, everything… Every moment of decomposition, from the moment the spark of her life goes out to every second her own stomach acids dissolve her organs and rot…” she nuzzled up the side of Iyad's face, whispering “An'd would share every second with you… Because I know,” she walked with her fingers down his thorax, “despite the big softie you are, you'd enjoy Vim more as padding in my guts, as you pound me raw…” 
	Iyad clenched his fist, inhaling a breath through his teeth, dipping his head down, with the weight of Morgue on his back. 


~ 1 ~


Iyad arched back up, looking at the redhead across the table. “It is a Vim, the pleasure is all mine, it all mine, it's been too long since we last spoke.” 
	“Hah,” the ginger girl chuckled as she scootched into her seat with two milkshakes in hand, “You're talking like you haven't been busy busy. You got a new place, a new job…,” her finger twitched, “a new girl. Bet you haven't had a breath between getting screwed over by working in Hr and, screwing your girlfriend when you get home. I'm just here being the ham filling on your screw sandwich,” Vim declared. She slid one of the milkshakes over to Iyad, “You still like strawberry, right?” 
	Iyad accepted the peace offering of milkshake with as warm a nod as he could muster through the tension, “I do, you remembered.” 
	“I mean, who doesn't like strawberry? Guess it depends on your mood though, sometimes strawberry's just not what you're looking for, and that's fine, that's fine,” Vim said, twirling a finger through her saffron-strain red locks and suckling onto the metal straw, slurping up her chocolate grit shake with a roaring slurp. 
	Iyad sipped on his drink, realised it had alread gotten all over his beard, and followed suit in utilizing the straw. “You still work for Superflous? Been a while since I was at the office, we still dealing in insurance?” 
	Vim's expression mellowed. “I am, and it’s turned around some. Partially regulations, partially new management, our rates are a lot more favorable, like, they're actually affordable to all kinds of people and stuff. It, gets a bit… dull just pushing around papers, but sometimes you get to see a face and you just realised: hey, I am helping people, I'm actually making a difference for the better.” 
	Iyad's grip on the milkshake tightened. The chill of the ice cream only provided constant to the sweltering around his forehead. “That is really all we can hope for, isn't it? Making people happy. We can not please everyone, but the ones we can, does not matter less for that.” Iyad's nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath. “There was, something I wanted to ask you, about.” 
	Vim peeked up, still slurping away at her milkshake. “Mmhmm?” 
	“You see, Momo- Morgue has been pestering me about, us branching out some more, when it comes to the be… bedroom. Perhaps crass, but I do not want to bury the lead. So, would you be interested in-.” 
	The fancy glass clanked into the table with a slam. “Yes,” Vim yelled. 
	A few heads in the cafe turned towards their table. 
	“Yes, ehm hem… I mean, I'll see about when I can make time in my schedule,” she said, trying to look away coyly, just for her pupils to dart back to Iyad, “When and where?” 
	Iyad exhaled, and stood… 


~ 2 ~


Iyad reached out to the doorknob, and opened the bedroom. “Here it is.” 
	Vim stepped inside, eyes darting form the arcane runes in metal that decorated shelves and the walls, a pentacle hanging over the bed, and the… decorative jars. “Whew, you two, certainly got an aesthetic together, don't'cha?” 
	Morgue clicked her lips. “Yeaah, I guess,” and stepped in after her. 
	Vim unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her pants. “Hope you two don't mind if I pre-gamed a bit? I've never done this before, so I felt I needed a bit of courage, eheh,” she said, folding up the clothes she peeled off before hastily adding, “Threesome, I mean, just for reference, ehe…” 
	Morgue sauntered up to the bed, peeling off her attire down to lingerie, “You are not, too drunk, right?” 
	“What? Pssh course not. A ‘lil tipsy, maybe, but I wouldn't wanna miss this, and I still wanna remember it, you know~.” 
	Morgue smiled. “That's a good girl,” before she peered back to Iyad, still at the threshold. He eventually joined in, locking the door when Vim pulled her shirt over her head. 



	Morgue shuffled up into bed, with not but her lampshade skirt and black lingerie brassiere. “You're still fresh blood, so I'll ease you into it. Come,” Morgue said, with her legs spread, skirt stretched like a roof over her crotch – a cave leading into the depths of her nethers. 
	“R-right, so, we're starting with the ’watch ‘n learn’ position, that's uh, probably a good one, should get the blood pumping,” Vim said and crawled up onto the double wide bed on all fours, gazing down upon Morgue's trench. 
	Iyad stepped up behind her, seeing her cowering on her hands and knees, head underneath the skirt roof – a lamb led to the slaughter: the meat grinder. 
	“So, don't, be too hard on ya girl, alright? I haven't gone down on someone before… who's a girl,” she added. 
	“Easy, easy, no rush,” Morgue mused and guided her head down, while her eyes locked on Iyad, “We're right here for you,” she said. 
	Vim's breath caressed over the exposed lips, leaning down to brush her mouth over it, letting her tongue unfurl and bathe it in her humidity. -Sllp- -Shhrlp- “Mmf, yes, good, let’s, see what you're going for…” Morgue moaned with a nod to Iyad, who grabbed a hold of Vim's thighs. 
	“Mmfmw,” Vim moaned out, just as Momo grappled her head firm, reeled up, and dunked the redhead's face into her pussy. The lips spread with a sleek smear of buttering up a clam -Shhhfrrgglllrth- a grind of moisture and juices as the slits crept over Vim's face and sandwiched her head, looking like a latex Halloween mask with a smatter of the trembling labia -Plrcrrrlttwp-. “Mmfs, awwfh, hell, y-yeah get In there,” Morgue winced and Iyad kept his grip secured, watching locks of ginger dip past the purple tinged slits, his heart beating with an ache through his arteries. 
	“Fmmwf, Fmwmpgha mfmmf…” Vim wheezed out, muffled by the lips, grappling a hold of Morgue's knees and… reeled herself out with a clack of an uncorked bottle -Chhthhoflp- a circle of tendrils of lust tethering around her face back to the splayed pussy. “Phaa, a foaou ohoookey, t-time out t-tim-s-safe word, safe word that was, haha. Phew ok that was a bit off the deep end for me, s-sorry,” she shuffled back, sitting. “Maybe w-we could start off with something, simpler, I'm basically a newbie at this r-remember?” she said, and slowly turned over to Iyad, leaning against his thighs. “Perhaps we could start with the Assist position? That's, a bit less for me to do, I h-hope I haven't made things awkward. C-could we just start over from the beginning-.” 
	Then, she was interrupted by a drooping clap of a patty with a crinkled and strain of warping skin -Thwwlplrsscht- she was drawn backwards, losing her grasp, and supporting her torso with her palms on the mattress. Her breath was reduced to a sharp chipping, as if she was siphoning oxygen out of the air. Head, turned backwards, staring at Morgue with her arms around her ankles, and her feet submerged past the velvet folds of meat curtains. Her breathing escalated, and she tugged on her leg, but Morgue tugged back, keeping it lofted in her crotch, and drawing deeper, a faint crinkle from nectar plastering against her ankles as it crawled upwards. 
	Vim snapped her head back, staring at the towering figure of Iyad before her, eyes bulging and pupils shrunk to pinpricks. Shock freezing her in place. “W-w-…” she mumbled, barely any air passing through her mouth between her chipping wheeze. What she had in all hoped could be dismissed as an accident, repressing even the possibility of what now laid out before her – blunt and plain as a sledgehammer to the face. “Iyad…” she couldn't see his eyes in the shadow of his eyebrows. Then he reached down to her level. 
	“Unnghs, restrain her,” Morgue huffed. 
	Iyad leaned down, and clutched her biceps to the sides of her torso, with a faint mumble through his lips. It couldn't be… but, Vim could only make out the words as: 'sorry'.
	-Chrlrllpsth- A smear of old paint against rubber shrilled through the air as the vagina waded up onto Vim's calves, and feeling her legs fold up close to her knees, fractured her paralysis into splinters of screaming glass. “Let me go, let me go, what in the twelve hells are you doing? Iyad, Iyad help me,” she screamed. She kicked. A dome of Vim's heel swelled up along Morgue's lap, skin swelled to a boiling bulge of contorted effort that sprung back through strained, elastic skin. Morgue grunted, sinking her digits tighter into Vim's hips to steady herself. “B-bittch, you were hard enough to fit when you were still, that actually hurt.” 
	“You're feeding my legs to your pussy, you whore. Let me out,” she struggled and screamed, wringing her legs to heave them forwards, only threading water in the contorted, oval grasp of Morgue's cooch,lumps of her struggle swelling and squirming in the goth's lap like she was storing a clutch of gerbils in her snatch. 
	“Fmgnsnhaaa, for a skinny bitch you're bigger than you look. Hold her down, babe, k-keep her still.” 
	Iyad clutched her tighter, pinning her to the bed, and pushing. A steady, rigid grasp wedging Vim deeper. “Stop stop stoap let me out you aaare crazy,” she kicked, threaded and thrashed, slamming back into the birth canal… -Cllttwptpthaa- a meaty latch flung open. 
	Morgue's head arched back in a wheezing moan interspersed by swears. 
	“Wh-what is happening?” Vim shrieked as she tried to get at her thighs, staring back at the oblong lump her leg bulbed along Morgue's crotch, tugging only got it more stuck, as a shutter of latex had snapped around it. 
	“Bbbiitchtits, that was my mfms paha,” Morgue wheezed out a laugh, “That was my cervix you just punctured through, thanks for helping to mfms kick the door down, business bimbo.” 
	“Y-you’ve gotta be kidnngaaawhg,” she wheezed out a yelp as the thrust from Iyad sent her feet past the cervix, feeding her thighs in. “Ahhg aahga, damn, fa slut is so much fmm. Bigger n my pussy…” Veins pumped up on Morgue's face, panting as her abdomen domed around the feet and legs, feeding them into her uterus, her stomaching passing the girth of three month of a three-month pregnancy; if that pregnancy was vaguely split up in two oval pillars. She brushed from her crotch up along her abdomen, coddling Vim's legs in place. 
	“The dog didn't hurt this much, stop, f msm, hammering my insides. Fmsf if your hips split my pussy, I'm gonna personally bite off your tits.” 
	“You're a freak, she's a freak. Iyad, he-help, pp please do-don't do this to me, I loved you I d-I you can't do this to ome,” she wheezed out as her navel dipped past the gate to Morgue's mausoleum. Half of her was jutting out Morgue's crotch like a perverted centaur, with the legs spilling out Morgue's gut like a stack of bricks under a blanket of skin. She wedged her hands on her sides, trying to hook a hold of the warped slit, but Iyad' hands came and eclipsed her own, holding her still, squirming like a sardine as he fed her arms into the pit. “Omayyad,” she wheezed, “s-stop it- s-hto -and h-help-.” 
	Iyad curted, the tone sharp enough to cut through Vim's perception. “Stop,”  She stared at him, teeth shaking. He huffed, and swallowed. “Keep… still. I do not, want to have to hurt you.”
	Vim felt the connection between her head and brain shatter. Blood still pumping, thoughts still rushing, but they laid as separate entities, unable to process her surroundings. -Hrrrlrsspth- suckling squashes of  a vacuum with its pipe choked full of chicken squirmed behind her, the pressure form the vagina cramping her bones, pushing her shoulders to the dislocation,already barely on its wits end to contain her. 
	She felt herself kneaded deeper, harder breaths as her breasts were sucked inwards, steamrolled under the moist pressure of the snatch crawling up her form, her tits subsumed under the toothless maw, torso locked in the sausage casing of a vagina, with the rest of her bloating up the barrel of the goth. Tears, streamed down her face. She lacked the energy to sniffle or cry, there were just tears and snippets of hyperventilation. 
	“Mmg hyeha… y-yeah…” Morgue moaned through her algedonic cocktail of emotions, brains numbing the pain to enhance the satisfaction of her stuffed gut, the woman who had walked into the room not half an hour ago, now hunkered up her crotch with just her neck and shoulders out her lap. 
	“H-hell y-yeah, finally, shutting up, are wmfwe-?…” she mused and brushed with a hand that shook of pain, rubbing over Vim's temple and prying her down further to a gelatinous chug of displaced flesh and exchanging vapors -Frroocllfth- -Clwlpththat- venting around the stuffed girl. “You are the biggest dildo my pussy's ever taken, buffs you are so much more than that, you are not going anywhere…” she said and planted her whole palm over Vim's face, swabbing her tears into lubrication for her snack as she brushed her inwards, “You are g-gonna stay in here, right in my womb until you rrot… My pussy's gonna be your tomb, my pussy your gravestone, and my queefs your  eulogy. she grunted and pushed hard, the lips of her clip swelling and sloughing around Vim's cranium, as the pussy collapsed towards Morgue's palm. “Your body confined to the wellspring of life, just to plug it shut with your decaying corpse. Wmf my womb, will breed, raw, true, death…” she mused under wincing strains as her gut morphed and engorged with Vim's frame, folding back towards a fetal positon, stretching her skin out taut. “P-ple… pl,” Vim mouthed. 
	“Shhse… ahs-shut up, for once…” Morgue said and pushed Vim's head down with her ring and middle finger… 
	-Chchngk-  Morgue shouted and wiggled her fingers free from over her snatch as Vim’s face sunk under the oncoming tidal wave of Morgue's labia wings. Holding up her hand, she revealed pale white indent marks across her fingers. “Bitch's a biter,” she growled and slapped her pussy hard enough for Vim to yelp as the threadmill of meat warped shut around her, trawling her into the depths as Morgue’s body oscillated. “I just slapped my own p-pussy…  It was already raw from that bitch ass ghoul,” she wheezed out and sloughed back. Morgue leaned back to support herself, facing the head of the bed as the last large lump migrating up her snatch to her gut -Chhshsat- the seams in her skirt jolting there -Csltlpthts- snapping, along the middle, fluttering down and around the billowing dome of an abdomen, moaning at the curled up outline of the shaking, crying woman. More than half of her body mass was now stockpiled in her couch cushion pillow girthed belly. And it was Morgue's turn to stare right up into the ceiling with a chipping, rippled breath. “Sc-screw this b-bitch, mfmfs for heursting… so good…” 


~ 3 ~


“How… does it feel?” the words were unnatural. Still, he was just laying there, next to her, in bed, like always… 
	“I've never been th-this fat in my life, she made me bloated like a pig, and istmfms” Morgue wheezed and tried to adjust in bed as a lump rocked in her gut like gelatine, “But it still feels like I am wearing the tightest corset in my life. 
	“Will you be, alright…?” 
	“I don't know. Ifmsm, honestly don't know. It really stings, there's, so much bloody pressure…,” she wheezed. 
	Iyad watched her gut, saw shifts and rumbles, and placed his palms where the next bump would crop up -Cthtpwtbsb- catching the bulge and pushing it back down to a weeping hiss. “Mfmffsa,” Morgue inhaled through her teeth, “oofha yeah I need that. I need s-so much more of that, fms my moot belly cramps worse than that four cheese pizza… Harder babe…” 
	Iyad hesitated, withdrawing his palm, staring. Those cries, the wiggles, all that was Vim. Those vague hills were her buttocks, pushed up close to Morgue's tits and resting on them like a shelf. He could still see her. The red hair, freckles, and pale skin… but now, she'd be slathered in liquid lust, bathing in the preserving nectar of Morgue's womb… He'd… actually done this to her… “I'm sorry…” he mumbled, caressing his girlfriend's gut, trying not to think of her squirms, trying not to hear her wheezes and struggles, or the aching groan when his shoudler worked down on her flesh.
	“Fmmsa pahaa, ayes babe… fmms, what w-would I do without ya? I wouldn't be, choking this ‘lil bitch out, t-that's m for sure… or I'd be roiling in pain… but now I'mf justmfms, wallowing, bit it feels… transcendent… hella metal.” 
	“Can she hear?” 
	“Heck should I know? Probly, babies hear stuff,” she slapped her gut, “Hey bitch, you still alive in there?” 
	A chorus of cries and rampant outbursts of burbles and screams knocked and bobbed the hunk of bloated meat to and fro, retained by Iyad's arms. “Mfms yep, shsrire uis, should have, enough breath in there for a half hour or so, maybe? Or you gonna give out on me in 10 minutes? You wanna set a record, f or fastest womb corpse?” she groaned with a pained grin. 
	“Mfa ffha ohaaawwaa…,” Vim wailed, her shaking cries undulating the gut in small waves of rippled skin. 	“I-I d-don't wanna d-die.” 
	“We all gotta, fmsms you just get there a bit sooner, but I won't let you go… I won't leave you to any afterlife, you're staying in my gm guts, till I hit the bucket… Afmmfs I ma looking forward to when you are just a heap of bones and bitch soup.” 
	The cries grew louder. “S-screw y-yourself, y-you evil, apghhaaaaha I-I don't w-wanna die a virgin.”
	Iyad clenched his fist on top of the gut, huffing. “Tsk tsk… you really are just still a newbie brat… but…” She laid her hand on Iyad's fist, their gazes met, both strained, both pained… and both… longing… “Maybe we can help out with that part?” 


~ 4 ~


Breaths amplified, hearts palpitating in synch, and a rhythm which tied them together in intimacy. Iyad's bat dipping into Momo's depths, his arms a rack for her legs, and their hands knitted together as he thrust -Thhwp- Thwhhwp- Thwllpw- an airy tone rung with each plap from the splayed and exhausted pucker, still contracting and heaving out hot air from her depths, the briny must lingering in the room around them as their hips met. 
	“Mmfsa paha, haven't, felt this loose in a while, f mfms.  it still sore as well…” 
	Iyah huffed, thrusting as he kept up the rhythm, “that just means I have more to make up for.” 
	“Mgmgsh heck, you think your mfmfs dick can stand up to the girth of a whole ass girl?” she mused and slapped her stomach, a whimpering whine phasing out in the waves of sloshing and grinding flesh. 
	Iyad reclined, deeper to her level, gyrating his hips as they pounded the smooth depths, “Who do you take me for?” he replied slyly in kind, watching Morgue attempt to hide the hiss and wheeze of pleasure behind her teeth. 
	“Fmwpgh gmpgahawh, hhelps s-somefaah-s-stiop, I d-don't w-waha… wanna die like this,” Iyad honed in on the gut, hearing its pleads and whimpers, but he kept pace… The belly below jostled in rhythm with his thrusts, back and froth like a clump of clay. Yet, like clay, each thrust had it looking a little of her, each exchange of kinetic energy wormed its way through the walls of the gut and softened the core, making solid malleable, and malleable into putty. Here he stood, pistoning into his girlfriend. His lap clapped into Morgue's thighs -Twwhlp- the smack rocking through the gut to a chorus of moans and groans, but in the middle of it all… 
	-Crrkxrkt- A snap, a crumble… Iyad halted his pace, surveying her, everything seemed fine. Did he not know is own strength? Or, the gut, did it look as taut around Vim still? Her cries grew louder. 
	“Mmfmfs, yes hubby, mmd, my big black bear, herlpmfm me work off this bitch…” Morgue moaned, louder than the cries. There laid so much latent energy in her gut that something must have snapped, dislocated… -Ttwhp- -Twthwp- -thwhtp- but he kept going. Jelling his girlfriend's desire… as well as his own. He could stop, it was his actions, his rowdy raw riding of his girlfriend that piled on pain for woman within. He could. Could be a hero. Iyad breathed in through his nose, huffing back out, grunting in harmony with Morgue's pleasure. He dipped down lower, until their abdomens brushed up to each other, grinding, milling, his forehead to hers, and their lips conjoining. “Mmfmpwgh Wmmoghaah whahha,” all under the grinding of meat, the wheezing yammer of Vim.
	“Y-you can't, I-I c-can't die in my crush's pussy.” 
	Breaking the kiss, Morgue moaned out, “Mfmsm aw, bunbun, my poor pussy's got, ffmm, such a crush on you,” she moaned out. Iyad chuckled with her, laughing at a dying girl’s pleads whilst he took in the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, who's jugs bounced and clapped down on her gut with each thrust, enveloping the faint bulges of Vim's rear, utterly buried in each clap of her chest, spanking the girl inside. -Thhwwlp- -Krtwlph- -Cllrlrssth-. Another crack, another shout, this time he didn't stop. “Mfms, hold on, babe, you've done so much…” Morgue moaned out, tugging Iyad close and then tumbling forward like a penguin, her weight flooring the lumberjack built man to the bed in a resounding -Thhuuddb- clap of from the gut, echoing to the sound of dipping a bag of cement down a docks. 
	“Babe, momo, are you sure?” 
	“Shhuhs, just fmms, relax…” Morgue moaned out with him pinned under her hug, raising up, though her gut staying put on his abdomen. Both arms wrapping into her tummy, heaving it up, digits sinking into the gut, not the outline of the woman as she hoisted it up, legs shaking. “This thin bitch won't stop me form giving mfms my hubby a goof stime.” she wheezed out and dropped down, square on his dick. -Clslptth- The spike of stimulation jolted through them, sprouting between them like a network of roots invading their nerves. -Cktkptsthath- and a crackling crumble from the weight of the seventy kilo gut slamming into him, smoothening against him, pancaking to his body. He heard Vim's screams, but they were faint now, distanced, somewhere away from his moment, as Morgue clambered, standing again to dunk her ass into his dick. -Thhtwgbsh- the gut thrumming with an aching and oscillating tension as it smacked into his core sore. It struck him that this was just a fraction of what Morgue was enduring with that cramped gut, and yet she persevered. Through the pain of containing a whole, squirming, struggling human getting pummelled in her guts… 
	“P-plaese, I c-can't… I can't br-r-rbea. B-breathe. I d-don't wwaaawanna d-d.” 
	Though this struggle also faded. As the gut fell, again and again, -Ththwp- -Thwhtpwtamp- -Thhwwmp-. As Morgue gyrated her hips into his lap, the sluggish motions lugging around her gut, 
but sloughing through the air. In a sudden drop the contours of the figure faded away, and the wobbles of the gut looked nothing more than a garbage bag full of molten cheese: “Mfms come back, do' I told you not to, underestimate me,” he wrapped his arms around her, heaved himself up on his knees, laying his back to his torso and spiked his dick striaght into her catacombs. Hoisting and heaving her onto his dick, bench pressing together as their moans echoed through the bedroom. Lips locking with slobber in the embrace, as Iyad's pestle sank through her depths, prodding at her cervix, knocking at the door behind which Vim laid gasping, whimpering. 


It was somewhere along this time, a blur of pleasure between two lovers, that their gasps might have aligned with Vim's. Though, unlike the lovers, her last came not as a howl, but a whisper… 
	Raw lust surged through them, merging their bodies in a flood of whip early glue, drooping down, moaning out into each other's throats as the rhythm slowed to light tap, tethers of spunk lapping down the pussy and mast. Everything else, faded into the dust of afterglow. Sloughing over each other, Morgue turned to her side to accommodate for the bulk in her guts. A reflection of their pose this morning: with Iyad harnessing around Morgue. 
	“Mffpsh ammf. A fmhhs, phaa… Yaya?” Morgue mumbled. 
	“Mm… yes, Momo?” 
	“You know what's pretty good about, this deal?” she said, brushing the back of her hand across her gut. 
	Iyad hummed in confusion. 
	“There's no chance of pregnancy, I'm already knocked up…” A bolt of guilt streaked through Iyad. But, in its way, the promise of many more escapades… A bittersweet flavor, one he couldn't get enough of.