In war, victory was not only decided by the quality of your soldiers, but also by the way that you applied those soldiers to the battlefield.
Take Neomi, for instance. The quality of the jiggly infantry residing on her chest was not inferior by any means to the squishy bags regiment on Mina’s chest, and yet Neomi seemed to be falling behind in the battle of heavy breasts.
Mina lifted and plopped one of her hefty sacks of play putty onto Devon’s thigh, then plopped the other one onto Devon’s body. She was the embodiment of sexuality, her angular facial features and dramatically slanted eye shape and large eyes in contrast to her soft and bouncy breasts and luxuriously silky white skin. She almost looked like one of those Bratz dolls from the world Devon came from, with exaggerated facial features enhanced her atmosphere and sensuality despite being arguably disproportionate.
Speaking of Devon… because of his body’s inability to properly digest the wormfang root extract with its hallucinogenic and alcohol amplifying properties, right now he was in a state similar to complete sleep paralysis. A rather nerve-wracking state that you may or may not have experienced, it described the phenomenon of being conscious after waking up in the middle of the night, but without the ability to move or speak. A rather frightening experience for those who did not know what it was, this particular body-binding state was frequently accompanied by hallucinations of some sort of demon by the sufferer’s bedside.
Before the advent of modern technology on Earth, people explained away these sleep demons using all sorts of different theories (*cough* alien abduction *cough*) and explanations, one being the succubus theory. The origin of the succubus myth was heavily tied to this state, where a man lay semi-comatose and unable to move his body while a mysterious presence stayed by his bedside, milking him of his essence.
Needless to say, the half-conscious Devon was less worried about some kind of demon activity, and more surprised that there were now two well endowed blonde elf ladies perched on his body, with the one on the left sinking her massive meat bags onto his left thigh. If he had one worry, it was the fact that he might not have any life essence left by the end of his sleep paralysis.
The voluptuous twin blonde elves Neomi and Mina lay on their sides by Devon’s lower region, with Mina already trailing her hand across Devon’s bulge over his pants, as one of her slender fingers slipped into his pants through his waist, the coldness of her fingers colliding with the warm alcoholic glow his body gave off under the heavy influence of the hallucinogenic wormfang root infusion.
Shouts and jeers from the downstairs tavern match continued to reverberate throughout the entire tavern, right as Mina’s cold hand wrapped itself around Devon’s member as Neomi watched on with a pouty angry face.
“Hey, no fair!” Neomi shouted, as she too joined the assault on Devon’s waist and began to pull down his pants until his cock was beginning to show.
Crawling forward for a better angle, the soft faced Neomi hesitantly extended her tongue and poked it against the base of Devon’s cock, as if she were a clueless grade schooler trying out a new popsicle.
Mina’s eyes narrowed and raised ever so slightly in a grin as she saw her twin sister’s feeble attempts at seduction, and fully extended her tongue down in front of her lips, creating the most sensual mouth pussy before leaning forward to press her wet tongue and lips against Devon’s cock, rubbing up and down while wetting his cock with her mouth pussy.
Neomi saw her twin’s more seductive tongue and lip play and extended her tongue out slightly more, although still not so much, and dabbed it against Devon’s shaft, before recoiling slightly tasting the slightly salty taste of his unwashed genitals.
On the other hand, Mina clearly did not care about any salty taste or the fact that Devon passed out without having washed his genitals,and she proceeded to drag her tongue and lips up and down across Devon’s shaft, cleaning it with her saliva.
She hoisted her breasts further up towards Devon’s cock, and the two fun bags of jiggly goodness sat like compressed jellyfruit against Devon’s thigh, as his penis began to grow and swell with blood from the continuous physical and visual stimulation provided by Mina and Neomi.
It was just a matter of time before he was completely swollen again, and Mina winked slyly at Devon while moving her head up and down, licking and wetting the side of his shaft to his satisfaction, her head moving faster and faster.
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