Lakeman’s fingers tightened around Stussy’s throat, not enough to choke, but enough to feel her pulse racing beneath her skin. His mouth descended on her breasts like a predator claiming its prey.

"Aahh—Master!" Stussy moaned in pain.

His teeth sank into the supple flesh of her left breast, biting down with enough force to leave indentations. The taste of her skin mixed with the salt of dried sweat.

He pulled back, admiring the crescent marks blooming red against her pale flesh, then lunged for her right breast, scraping his teeth across the sensitive curve before capturing her nipple.

Crunch. Suck. Lick.

"Fuu—ahhh!" Stussy’s back arched, her body trembling with each assault.

Between his legs, Shakky worked with mechanical precision. His hand remained locked in her raven hair, guiding her head like a piston.

Gawkhh. Sluurrp. Gawghk.

"Mmph—gluck—mmph!"

Pah. Pah.

Pah. Pah.

The sounds of his balls slapping against her chin created a wet, staccato rhythm that echoed through the chamber.

Her throat convulsed around his cock with each thrust, the tight passage massaging his length as her tongue coiled and teased whatever surface it could reach.

"Look at you," Lakeman growled against Stussy’s breast, his words vibrating through her chest.

"Legendary pirate. Top-tier information broker. Reduced to a desperate slut choking on her master’s cock."

Shakky’s eyes rolled back, and whether from degradation or praise, her suction intensified. Her throat muscles rippled—Life Return technique manipulating her very biology to maximize his pleasure.

"You like being used like this, don’t you?"

She couldn’t answer. Her mouth was too full. But the way she grabbed his thighs, nails digging crescents into his skin, screamed volumes.

Minutes stretched into a blur of sensation. Lakeman alternated between breasts, biting, sucking, licking, and marking. Stussy’s throat remained captive in his grip, her moans catching and stuttering with each fresh bite.

"My tits—they’re so sensitive now—ahhh!"

"Your evolution made them perfect toys," Lakeman said, pulling back to admire his handiwork.

Her chest was a landscape of bite marks and hickeys, red and purple blooming across the pale canvas. "These belong to me, understand? Every inch of this body."

"Yes—yes, Master! Every inch—only yours!"

He turned his attention fully to Shakky. His grip on her hair tightened. He thrust forward, burying himself completely, holding her there as her throat spasmed.

"Gaaaaahhh—"

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her face was a mess of saliva and precum, her expressions shifting between agony and ecstasy.

"Take it," he commanded.

His balls tightened. The familiar surge built at the base of his spine.

"Every drop, slut. Aahhgh"

He came with a groan that shook his entire frame.

Rope after rope of thick, hot seed pulsed down her throat. Shakky’s eyes went wide, then fluttered shut as she swallowed frantically.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Slurrp.

Her throat worked in waves—Life Return maximizing every muscle contraction to milk his cock dry.

He held her there for long seconds, riding out the aftershocks. Finally, he released her hair.

Shakky pulled back with a wet gasp.

Gah!

Air rushed into her lungs. Her chest heaved as she recovered, but even through the exhaustion, a satisfied smile curved her cum-glossed lips.

She dragged her fingers across her chin, collecting the escaped drops, and licked them clean with deliberate slowness.

"Mmm..." Her tongue traced her upper lip. "Master, how does my evolved throat and mouth feel?"

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he turned sideways, dragging Stussy by the throat toward him. His spent cock, still coated with Shakky’s saliva, brushed against Stussy’s red lips.

Stussy grabbed his cock with both hands. She pressed it against her cheek, rubbing it across her face like a worshipper with a holy relic. The warmth of his flesh seared against her skin.

"Master," she breathed, her voice piscine with devotion. "Let me taste you. Let me worship you."

She planted kisses along his shaft—wet, lingering presses of her lips that left trails of devotion.

Muah. chuup. Slurp.

He watched her for a moment, then released her throat. His hand moved to her platinum-gold hair, now longer and more lustrous after the evolution. He fisted it tight.

"Open," he commanded.

Her cherry lips parted. His tip slid past them, and her tongue immediately went to work.

Slurp. Slurp. Lick.

She traced every ridge and vein of his cock with the tip of her tongue, leaving no surface unattended. Her lips pursed around his head, creating a vacuum that made his recently spent cock twitch back to life.

Lakeman turned his head toward Shakky.

The dark-haired woman stood nearby, her bronze skin gleaming with sweat, her toned physique radiating power. Her eyes burned with desire as she watched Stussy worship him.

"Shakky," he said, his voice rumbling with renewed arousal. "Your throat felt heavenly. Like drowning in tight, wet warmth, every muscle massaging my cock."

The praise washed over her. She shuddered, and despite just finishing, desire flared anew in her eyes.

"Thank you, Master," she breathed. Her hands slid down her own body, teasing curves that now held the strength of an Admiral. "This slave is pleased she could bring you pleasure."

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Lakeman’s attention snapped back to Stussy. She had worked her way down his shaft now, kissing and licking his length with increasing desperation. The earlier praise for Shakky had lit a competitive fire in her.

Slurp. Suck. Lick.

"You’re trying hard," he observed, yanking her hair back to look at her face. "Jealous, slut? Want me to praise your slutty body too?"

Her eyes—glazed with lust—met his.

She didn’t answer verbally. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat expanding to accommodate his growing girth.

Gawkhh. Sluurrp. Gawghk

"Slut," he said, grip tightening painfully. "Didn’t you ask me earlier to test the limits of your new Admiral-level physique?"

She paused, his cock still in her mouth, and nodded as best she could.

"Then open up." He pulled her head back, freeing himself from her mouth with a wet pop. "I’ll start with your throat."

Stussy looked up at him. Pure, unfiltered seduction radiated from her features. Her cherry lips parted wide. Her tongue extended, trembling with anticipation.

Lakeman positioned his cock at the entrance of her mouth.

He focused inward—Life Return technique activating.

Blood surged. Tissue expanded.

His already monstrous cock swelled to twice its previous size, the girth becoming nearly as thick as a woman’s forearm.

He pressed forward.

Only the head of his cock fit.

Stussy’s eyes widened. Her lips stretched obscenely around his expanded girth, the skin pulling taut. Even just the tip filled her mouth, pressing against her inner cheeks, pushing her tongue flat.

Her expression flickered—shock, then something darker.

Deranged Determination.

She was a top CP0 agent. One of the deadliest assassins in the World Government’s arsenal. She had mastered Life Return long before meeting Lakeman.

And now, thanks to his blessings—for the life essence and time essence he had woven into her very being—she was functionally immortal.

Every wound healed instantly. Even death itself would reverse to restore her to peak condition.

She would prove herself.

She would take all of him.

"Ggggrrrmmm—"

She impaled herself forward.

Gawkghk!

His monstrous cock slid past her mouth, into her throat, down her esophagus. Her neck bulged obscenely. Her chest expanded as his cock pushed deeper, deeper—

Her eyes fluttered, tears streaming, but she didn’t stop.

She took all of him.

Visible from outside, the bulge of his cock traveled down her throat into her chest. Her body—incredibly—adapted. Life Return manipulated her organs, shifted her flesh, made room where there should be none.

She began to move.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Gawkhh. Sluurrp. Gawghk

Chu– sluuss– Pah. Pah.

Her head bobbed with increasing rhythm, her throat somehow tight and slick around his impossible girth.

"Fuck," Lakeman breathed, genuine surprise coloring his voice. "You actually took it all."

He loosened his grip on her hair. If she was this dedicated, he would let her work.

His attention drifted to Shakky.

She stood waiting, her warrior goddess physique on full display. Bronze skin over toned muscle. Hips that could crush boulders. Breasts that defied gravity. Admiral-level power radiating from every curve.

He beckoned with a finger.

She came willingly, crossing the distance with seductive grace. Her eyes sparkled when she reached him, and without being asked, she grabbed Stussy’s platinum hair and pushed.

"Lmmmph—gawk!"

Stussy’s head was forced further down, Lakeman’s cock sheathing completely in her throat once more.

"Good girl," Lakeman told Shakky. "Help your sister slut prove herself."

He grabbed Shakky by her firm, elastic buttocks and lifted her effortlessly.

She weighed nothing to him now. He positioned her behind Stussy’s head, and understanding flashed in her dark eyes.

"Master and his deranged thoughts," she teased, but she complied without resistance.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking Stussy’s head between her thighs. Her dripping pussy ground against the back of Stussy’s head, leaving a wet trail in her hair.

"Ride my victim, Shakky," Lakeman commanded. "Use her head while I use her throat."

She began moving her hips, her pussy lips dragging across Stussy’s scalp, her clit catching against her hair. Each movement pushed Stussy’s head forward, driving Lakeman’s cock deeper into her.

"Nnngh—Master—" Shakky moaned, her own pleasure building.

Lakeman’s hands found her ass, kneading the firm flesh, pulling her tighter against Stussy. His mouth found her breasts—now level with his face—and he bit down.

"Ahhh—yes!"

He worked between them, sucking and chewing first one nipple, then the other. His teeth scraped. His tongue circled. He left bite marks across her tits like a signature.

"You like that?" he growled against her flesh. "Like being marked while I fuck another woman’s throat with you?"

"Yes—God, yes—"

His hand reached up, tangling in her long black hair, yanking her head back. Her neck exposed, he bit down on her nape.

"You’re next," he whispered in Shakky’s ear. "After she proves herself, I’m going to destroy you."

Her core clenched around nothing, desperate and empty.

"Please, Master. Destroy me. Ruin me."

He returned his attention to her breasts, biting harder, leaving teeth marks across her nipples, her collarbones, the tops of her breasts.

Each bite drew gasps and moans, each mark a brand of ownership.

Below them, Stussy worked with mechanical precision.

Her throat massaged his impossible length. Her tongue—somehow still mobile despite the intrusion—teased what it could reach.

The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room.

Slap. Slap. Slap

Shakky’s ass reddened under the relentless slaps.

Slurp. Gawk. Gawk

Stussy’s throat around his cock.

"Mmmmh"

"Oooh, Master. "

Moan. Gasps. Cries—both women merging into a symphony of pleasure.

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