Chapter 100: Licking the Leak

The curse ripped from my throat like a growl—"Fuck—!"—as the heat in my gut twisted into something feral. My balls had drawn up so tight they ached, my cock throbbing like a live wire buried inside her.

I mashed my thumb harder against Helen’s clit, grinding in cruel little circles, and she screamed, her back bowing off the bed as I slammed home, my hips flush against her ass.

No more holding back.

My release detonated—thick, scorching ropes of cum blasting deep, painting her insides in pulsing gushes. Each jet hit like a brand, my cock kicking violently, my sac emptying with obscene force. "Nnngh—! Fuck—!" My vision whited out for a second, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as I locked us together, my cum flooding her, drowning her, owning her from the inside.

"AAAAH—! YES—! OH GODS—! IT’S—IT’S TOO MUCH—!" Helen’s voice just collapsed, man—she came hard. The way she clenched around me, yeah, you could practically feel that rush ripping right through her. I kept working her clit with my thumb, all swollen and soaking wet, and she just kept coming. Her legs were shaking so badly.

"Your seed—! It’s burning me—! Aaaah—! I can feel it—! So deep—! So hot—!" Her words dissolved into a wet, gagging moan as another wave of cum splattered against her cervix, her body milking me for every last drop.

I didn’t stop.

Not when her legs went weak. Not when her breath turned to ragged, sobbing gasps. Not even when my cock finally twitched, spent, still buried in her ruined cunt—her walls fluttering around me, desperate, like she couldn’t bear to let me go.

But she hadn’t squirted.

With a wet, obscene sound, I pulled out—and the moment my cock left her, it happened.

Torrents of cum poured out of her open pussy, so thick and white it dropped in heavy ropes down her ass, and it fell on the stone bed beneath hers.

The noise, slick and dripping and glorious, made my spent dick itch to get hard again. Her lips had been swollen, stretched as a broken faucet, and leaking like a broken faucet, cum oozing out in slow, obscene drip, her inside walls clenching on nothing, attempting to retain it but without success.

"This... this much...?" Ravina’s voice was hoarse, her eyes wide as she stared at the mess. "It’s—it’s enough to breed a dozen women—!" She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between Helen’s dripping cunt and the growing puddle beneath her.

Helen was gasping like she’d just run a marathon, honestly, chest rising and falling so hard you’d think she might just lift off. Sweat stuck her hair to her forehead—yep, glistening all over, looking like she’d survived a storm and not, well,

that.

Ravina reached over, a worried frown scrunching her brow, hand landing gently on Helen’s forehead.

"Sister Helen, are you—?" she tried, but nope, Helen wasn’t answering, just made this tiny, strangled noise—like a puppy having a wild dream. She was shaking head to toe, legs all jelly, the aftershocks still hitting her hard.

"Why isn’t she healed yet?" Ravina’s voice cracked, her fingers digging into Helen’s shoulder. "You said—you said this would—!"

I chuckled darkly in my head.

Of course, she isn’t healed.

I kept my face serious, solemn, as I reached out, trailing a finger through the cum slicked between Helen’s thighs. "Her condition is far worse than I thought."

I pushed two fingers inside her—slow, deliberate—and her body jerked, a broken gasp spilling from her lips. "The heat... It’s still there." I curled my fingers, dragging them out coated in my cum and her juices, letting her see the filthy proof. "I’ll need to... extract it differently."

"Then do it!" Ravina snapped, her voice raw.

I already had.

While they were distracted, I’d pulled up the Supermarket Store—scrolled past the cheap fever medicines, the basic healing potions. No. If I was going to play, I was going to play right.

The Virus Immunity Injection had cost me

100

pervert points—a pinprick needle, glowing faintly, filled with something far more potent than mere medicine. No generic fever medicine. If this were viral, I wasn’t taking chances. And if it wasn’t? Well. I don’t want to hurt her.

And if it wasn’t a virus?

Well.

A man could only live so many lives. Might as well indulge in the ones he got.

The needle was in my system storage, ready to be used, my gaze dropping to Helen’s cum-drenched pussy—still leaking, still throbbing, her lips parted like a whore’s after a long, hard fuck.

Then I looked at Ravina.

Her tits were jiggling, her nipples hard, her thighs pressed together like she was fighting her own arousal. Her tongue darted over her lips, her eyes glued to the mess between Helen’s legs.

"Aunt Ravina." My voice was low, rough, and commanding. "I need your help."

She froze. "W-What?"

I gestured to Helen’s pussy—still weeping cum, still glistening, her inner walls peeking obscenely with every twitch. "Lick my seed out of her." A pause. "All of it."

Ravina’s face burned. "W-What?!"

Helen whined, "S-Sister, I—I can’t—!"

"S-Sister—!" Helen whined, her hands flying to cover her face, her body trembling. "N-No—! Don’t—! It’s dirty!" But her hips twitched, her pussy clenching around nothing, begging for more.

"It’s for your own good," Ravina hissed, but her voice wavered. She was already moving, already kneeling, her hands trembling as she spread Helen’s thighs wider.

The first lap of her tongue was hesitant—just the outer lips, tasting the cum slicked there. Helen gasped, her body jerking. "Aaaah—! It’s—too sensitive—!" But Ravina didn’t stop.

"Mmm—" A low, hungry sound escaped her as she licked again, deeper this time, her tongue pressing against Helen’s entrance. The sound—wet, sloppy, desperate—made my cock throb.

"That’s it," I growled, stepping closer, my hand finding Helen’s tits, pinching her nipple until she moaned. "Get it all out."

Ravina obeyed.

Her tongue plunged inside, swirling, scooping out thick globs of my cum, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed. "Mmm—! Nngh—!" She wasn’t just licking anymore—she was fucking Helen’s pussy with her tongue, digging for every last drop, her own pussy dripping onto the sheets.

Helen was a wreck—"Aaaah—! Sister—! It’s too much!"—her hips bucking, her nipples rock-hard, her body trembling as Ravina ate her out, cleaned her, worshipped the mess I’d made.

And gods, the sight of it—

Ravina’s tongue, glistening with my cum, Helen’s juices. Helen’s pussy, still gaping, still leaking, her walls fluttering around nothing. The obscene sounds—slurping, gasping, wet, filthy moans—

I couldn’t take it.

My hand shot out, gripping Ravina’s hair. "Aunt, you need to clean Deeper," I ordered, pushing her face against Helen’s soaked cunt. "Get every drop."