Book Seven: Chapter 123

Mike held his breath as Opal continued pumping him, stretching his ejaculation out for nearly twenty seconds as she continued to milk him, but even she had her limits. Using just her hand, she got tired, and the pseudopod in his cock withdrew. Opal quivered for several seconds before melting into a goopy puddle on the sheets. Mike rolled out of the way and nearly fell out of bed with his shorts around his ankles.

“Hot damn,” he muttered as he lowered himself to the ground. Up above, he heard happy burbling sounds from Opal as she digested her meal. His legs shook when he tried to stand, and a hand appeared from nearby to help him up.

“Thanks,” he muttered as he stood, now facing Lily. “Oh! You made it!”

“And my timing was perfect,” she purred, her eyes looking past him at the bed. “If I had come a minute earlier, you would have been out for days after the two of us fought over you and took turns. You would have been completely useless for ages.”

Mike snorted.