Pediot family's mourning ritual

"Aaahh.. aaahhh.. ahhh..." What began as a fluffy after-celebration sex had quickly evolved into an all-out pounding for Mae. She was made to lower herself over one person sitting in the chair and suck on his erect wood while behind her people took turns banging her pussy.

The only way for her to go through this mal-treatment was to shut her brain and endure through. All around her, the scene had shifted into an orgy where the previously dancing ladies were laid on the ground and penetrated in different holes.

The atmosphere inside the hall was completely charged up with several men and women entangled together amid their lusty moans. Despite that, Mae was certainly the one who attracted the most attention out of all.

Being the lady of the house and a charming beauty nonetheless, every man wanted to get a piece of her. Her yearning for the men can be speculated by the fact that even after half an hour had passed, not even a single person had come inside her.

Over the past times of banging Mae, these guys had developed a trick to leave their place once they were on the verge of releasing their spunk. This allowed the next person to take over. Such a deliberate arrangement meant that they can collect optimum satisfaction from the lady.

The person behind her kneaded her malleable ass with a gleeful face. "Mrs. Mae possesses an unbelievably erotic body. Even after servicing so many cocks, the way your hooker cunt wraps around my little brother is simply amazing.." He spanked her ass before increasing the pace of his thrusts inside the woman.

Mae's whole body jerked from the excessive force delivered into her from behind. This included her heavy boobs and that swayed in conjunction with the powerful jabs to her vagina.

"That's right.. even her sucking skills will leave any age-old prostitute in the dust." The man in front of Mae slowly jerked his hips to compliment her rhythmic back-and-forth motion, to gain extra depth inside her tonsils.

Mae remained silent. Partially because the cock in her mouth was blocking her faculties to speak and partially because she had nothing to deliver. On the surface it may look like the men were all praises for her, only she knew they were using these accolades to mock her situation.

A governor's wife did represent a forbidden fruit every man on the streets wanted to take a bite from. Another person came forward and took hold of Mae's tits, crushing them in an unruly manner. "The best we can do for Mrs. Mae is to make sure she can conceive a child again." He commented, causing the woman underneath to sneer.

Right then, she felt a set of fingers invade the privacy of her asshole. Next, the man on the side pushed her backside downwards before spanning his right leg across to the other side. "Hey, man... I am still not done.." She heard the guy working her vagina complain.

"Haha... it's okay... I ain't going to take your place buddy. Did you forget Mrs. Mae had another spare hole?" "Aaahhhnggg..!!" Mae winced as her tight anus was impaled by the man's rockhard penis.

Sandwiched between a pair of sweaty men who penetrated both her holes, Mae's body could not hope to get any respite at all. Having said that, she had grown used to her situation, so much so that even the third penis dabbing into her face proved insufficient in breaking her spirit.

While Mae was locked in an air-tight gang smackdown, her husband was greedily eating the feet of his dignitary. Layering the prince-wife's soles under a thick coat of his saliva, the governor had begun advancing along her pretty ankles.

Dragging his lips across the smooth skin of Felicia, Governor Pediot had gained a lot of trust from the lady. His hands gently massaged her calves, slowly revealing a larger portion of her inner thighs by the means of raising her long gown.

Felicia will be lying if she said she didn't feel somewhat aroused at the submissive display by the man. Her arousal had gradually made its way to her crotch and a tantalizing sensation spread over her lower body.

On the outside, she kept a poker face, watching mirthlessly as the man's hands eventually reached her inner thighs and then to get obstructed by her panties. "Your Highness.. do you mind..?" Maintaining her disinterested demeanor, Felicia took it upon herself to bring up her long gown over to her waist.

Raising her hips, she silently signaled the man to do away with her undergarments as well. An over-enthusiastic Pediot could didn't delay in following through with her demands. His hand carefully brought down the silky panties.

"I hope you don't lose yourself in the passion, Mr. Governor. Because even if we pretend otherwise, there is a sizable difference between our backgrounds." Speaking in a monotonous tone, it seemed like Felicia was cautioning the governor out of the goodness of her heart.

Nonetheless, Governor Pediot can very well discern the veiled threat behind her lackluster response. It was clear she was telling him not to push his luck beyond a certain point, or else she will show her fangs.

"I won't dare, your highness. This humble servant is just there to serve." His flickering gaze despite the indignation reflecting off his face told Felicia the man heard her loud and clear. "Haha... Then go right ahead." She put her hand on her crotch to amorously spread out her labia with her index and middle fingers. "I am curious to know what you can pull off here.."

With the stiff atmosphere dissipating, Governor Pediot came to terms with his stature. For a moment, he had begun overestimating his chances. Nodding all the way, he brought his head closer to the exposed nether of the princess, gently taking a whiff.

There was a patch of smoothly trimmed pubes that exuded nobility. The governor carefully ran his hand across the dense pussy hair, before sticking his tongue out and running it along the sidelines of the gorgeous slit of the princess. The musky scent permeated as the man slowly kept etching towards the actual prize.

Felicia reached out to stroke the head between her legs with a hint of a smile. Eventually, his soft muscle landed right on top of her pussy lips, making her shiver. With the governor starting to work his magic on her, she returned her gaze to watch his wife currently being defiled in the most pleasant manner.

Mae's grunts mixed with her riled-up moans proved out to be quite a thrilling show. She was engaging a total of five men at once with her sexy body. Now moved onto the floor like everyone else in the room except Felicia herself, she was made to ride an older man.

From her vantage point, the princess had the best view of the fat penis of the old man stretching out the vaginal walls of the poor lady. What's more, a slender yet long penis was poking her other hole at the same time. Watching Shalam's love interest being degraded in such a nasty way bubbled a deep-seated excitement in Felicia.

"Yeah... right there... mhhhh..." Governor Pediot had his hair roughly grabbed by the woman as her breath quickened, testifying to the virility of his cunnilingus.

"Aaahh... I am cumming.. Mrs. Mae.." Suddenly, a shout broke Mae's reverie. She had been alternatively blowing three men simultaneously when there was an injection of hot liquid inside her rectum. Naturally, the man in her asshole could not keep up with her stringent guts and ended up shooting his seed into her.

Going through his orgasm, the person grabbed hold of her shoulders and gave her a final thrust, locking his dumped semen deep inside her anus. Mae was forced to grit her teeth, enduring the pain of her sphincter being opened wide.

Nevertheless, the men waiting for her to resume her blowjob could not really wait for her to cope with the woes. Rather, they were eagerly lined up once again. "Open it..!!" The guy on the right shoves his dirty knob between her lips, force-feeding his dick to her.

All this action was unabashedly arousing Felicia. Only if she had Shalam here in this room to watch what the love of her life had to go through. It would have been even better if could be forced to copulate with her while Mae was being mounted by every other man in this room. "aaaahh..."

The next day...

Ryu was navigating through a rough patch, arduously climbing an elevation. His body was still going through a tedious healing process thanks to his last fight against the Dodoma beast. Wrapped in makeshift bandages doused in homemade herbal ointments.

While he only brought Itzel along to have some fun whenever he wasn't endangering his life fighting off beasts he knew practically nothing about. It turned out to be a pleasant surprise that she was an amateur healer, having some experience with medicinal plants.

It was all thanks to her quick thinking that he was able to recover so soon. And yet, it was a fact that his body was quickly reaching its limit. "This will be the last fight." Stepping through the dirt road of gravel surrounded by high shrubs on each side, Ryu tallied his chances.

"Win or lose, I can't risk another misadventure after this one. Hopefully, things will be enough." His hands poked the pocket of his torn-off trousers to take into account the number of thorny vine seeds left in his possession.

"Might as well throw everything in this one." Having been traveling since very early morning, it was only now he was able to see the flat lands ahead. "There they are..." A smile bloomed on his face noticing four people waiting for him far ahead.

Who else can they be other than his master Lyod and his gang? His master had the ability to levitate through the air and that's what he used to bring himself and the ladies over to this place of high elevation while Ryu was made to cross the path on foot.

"Brother Ryu... This way..!!" An excited Jenny screamed her lungs out, waving at him. Though her voice was only a murmur when it reached him, nothing can douse her happiness to see Ryu once again...

"Take rest for ten minutes. After that, I shall help you lure out your next opponent." Was Lyod's lackluster response while he sat over a rock shoving a piece of peeled Tura in his mouth. The old guy left no room for discussion, iterating his commands with a cold face.

Somehow Ryu skimmed the seriousness of the situation and took a deep breath to calm his nerves down. It was better to sit in meditation so that he can have his mana reserves at optimal levels.

Over on the side, Itzels kept a hold on Jenny against her will. Obviously the little girl wanted to chat with her older brother, but Itzel knew better than to disturb Ryu at a crucial juncture like this.

Unknown to the boy, master Lyod had already given them a warning that Ryu might be put in a very bad shape during this encounter. However, they were not to panic since this was all part of his training.

Itzel gulped. It wasn't hard to figure out why she will be worried for Ryu. Although she repeatedly assured herself, there remained a shred of doubt in her consciousness.

"It's going to be a wind-type beast with an extremely sturdy hide that's impossible to penetrate only with your physical prowess. Beware of its claws... they can be deceiving. Also, if you don't always hold your ground... it's going to throw you into the air and once you are up there... the game is over."

Ryu was met with a long monologue that briefed him about his next adversary. Just the fact that Lyod was going through the trouble of counting its ability meant this was going to be a fearsome predator. "It's called a Black Buran."