128. The day Thyra became true F*ta***

'What did she want me to do?' Dali couldn't help wondering if she had stepped on the tail of a sleeping tiger or if Thyra was really telling her to do it.

"Do you like to torment me so much?" Unaware of what was happening behind her, Flavia complained, "Why did you stop? Please stir my baby canal. Fill up my womb with your seed. I can't take it anymore. I am so thirsty for your love."

Thyra, too, didn't have any intention of explaining it to Dali and thrust hard, making Flavia gasp for air. It left Dali not knowing whether to continue or not. 

She hesitated momentarily, then kissed Thyra's vertical lips again. 

Dali could feel Thyra's lower lips twitching against her lips, but Thyra didn't seem to mind at all. Dali then gave another kiss with no response, then another, and another.

Feeling confident, Dali then unhesitantly ran her tongue along Thyra's opening. 

She was curious to know whether Thyra would like it or not. But she could feel Thyra trying to move away from her tongue.

"Oh! My lady." Flavia moaned out loud, saying, "You went too deep."

Being the only other person who knew the reason, Dali looked up only to find Thyra glaring down at her.

Just when Dali thought Thyra was going to say something, she started humping Flavia again without wasting a word. With renewed enthusiasm, Dali gave another peck to Thyra's private part.

Dali noticed the slight pause, but Thyra continued without sparing any glance at Dali. Dali, too, started to get a little more aggressive. She cupped her balls and gave them kisses.

The twitching she felt in her hand made her smile. 

She then moved on to the main attraction again. She ran her tongue along the length. However, as Thyra was moving without stopping, it was hard for her to do so.

She again grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them open. The rosy pink interior came into her sight. 

The untapped natural seduction of Thyra's lower lips made her lick her lips one more time. Being familiar with this feature of her body, she licked her rice grain-sized clit again.

Or at least she tried. If the smaller clitoral area isn't problematic enough, Thyra's constant moving was making it hard for Dali to kiss the most sensitive part of the lower lips. 

Also, her nose always seemed to end up buried at the opening of Thyra's baby hole whenever she tried to kiss or stimulate it with her tongue.

It made Thyra quiver. However, like a child with her favorite toys, Dali didn't care much about Thyra's uncomfortable feelings. 

She even spread Thyra's pussy wide open with her hands and directly buried her tongue into her vagina.

"Ahhhhhh!" Thyra moaned as she fell on Flavia's back to rest.

"What happened, my lady? Are you close?" Unaware of Thyra's conundrum, Flavia asked, "But I can't feel your warm seed inside me."

Dali smiled, put her tongue deep inside Thyra, and tried to tongue fuck Thyra as much as possible. She could guess that Thyra's chastity was still intact. Yet she didn't expect Thyra to be so sensitive there.

Although Thyra didn't say anything, she tried to push Dali's head away, which was almost buried inside her ass. 

She wanted her to stop, but she couldn't move much with Thyra's dick buried deep inside Flavia's glory hole. Dali used it to her advantage and continued to maneuver her tongue wildly to explore the vaginal canal.

Thyra tried to move away, but with Flavia in front and Dali's tongue buried in her pussy, she didn't have much room to maneuver. 

Her struggle was too much for Flavia. Despite Flavia's enormous knockers lessening the impact, the rigid meat shaft that continued to obstruct her baby hole caused her internal turmoil and brought forth a loud moan.

To her surprise, Thyra moaned at the back of her ears. 

And it made zero sense to Flavia. 

Despite being encased within her, this level of stimulation failed to induce Thyra to cum. And she is well aware of Thyra's monstrous stamina. 

More importantly, Thyra didn't even move a single inch inside her for the last few minutes. Just as she was about to ask the question, she felt Thyra's body rubbing against her back. 

"My lady? Are you okay?" 

"Ahhhh…" 

Unaware that Thyra, the proprietor of the monstrous crotch-splitting meat, could moan in such a manner, Flavia paused. Even if she was still connected to Thyra, she couldn't help but look back to ensure it was Thyra behind her, not Dali.

"Don't move," Thyra said as she almost bit her neck. She was like a beast, holding her mate beneath her. Dali remained motionless, perceiving Thyra's dense meat fragments clinging to her within. It was even throbbing excitedly as it slowly inched closer to orgasm.

It made her feel aggravated that Thyra was still somehow excited, yet she wasn't taking care of her lust. However, she suddenly realized one problem: 'Where is Dali?'

"Do you want me to stop?" As soon as Flavia thought of her, Dali asked from behind.

Before Flavia could ask what she was talking about, Thyra almost growled at her ears, "Don't you dare to stop."

'What is happening? What the hell is Dali doing to my lady?' No matter how much she wanted to know, being at the bottom of the lust pyramid, she couldn't look back at them.

Still, she could feel Thyra move on her back. Although Thyra's meat shaft was buried deep inside her vagina, Flavia could still feel Thyra's thighs spread on both sides of her leg. 

Thinking about Thyra's position, a wild thought appeared in her head. And Thyra's next words confirmed it.

"That's it. That's the place. Move your tongue more."

'My lady is getting her lady parts pleasured by Dali!' No matter how natural things ought to be, Flavia was still surprised that her domineering lady was acting like a lady for once. 'My lady is a futanari, after all.'

As she was praising Dali's ingenuity, she could hear Thyra groaning at the back of her neck. 

While she was still unaware of the situation, the womb started to throb wildly, and the meat shaft that was still inside her pumped another wave of seed into the back of her womb. 

Her womb was already filled to the brim. Although Thyra's constant stimulation had dispelled some of it, most of it was still in her womb. And the next wave was too much for her womb to hold.

Normally, Thyra would move away after shooting the third and fourth loads inside her. It would allow the excess seed to escape through her vagina. 

However, with Thyra buried deep in her womb and having no intention of moving away, Flavia could feel a considerable bulge forming in her lower abdomen. 

In this position, she could feel the seed's warmth against the womb's inner lining. However, she wasn't happy. A strange sense of unsatisfactory feeling rose inside her that she had thought she would never feel again after climbing onto the bed of Thyra. 

Yet here she was. Dissatisfied, the cum-filled womb was incapable of extinguishing the fire that was raging within her. Even if Thyra was her master, Flavia still couldn't help but feel irritated about it.

"My lady, you have done me dirty," she complained. 

However, before Thyra's breathing could return to normal or she could answer, the room door opened, and someone came in to report, "Fanger has returned."