Chapter 337 - 337: Repressed, Suppressed, and Beaten Down❤

337: Repressed, Suppressed, and Beaten Down❤ 
“UuuuUuhUhUuuUuu~~” Beatrice let out trembling guttural groans, barely standing upright on shaking legs and twitching hips, bent over Olivia with two cocks deep down blank-eyed ninja’s distorted, bloated throat. 
 
With each spurt of cum, Beatrice’s entire body jolted as she fed her personal cock-sleeve the highest-grade meal that any cum-addict could desire, with greater nutritional value than any competitor, now with an additional 100% bonus volume gratis.
 
Only when Beatrice had squeezed every last drop of cum out of her cocks did the pleasure subside enough for Beatrice’s mind to turn back on. And as the succubus’s thinking switched from her smaller two heads to the one that had an actual brain, did she realize that she might have been obstructing Olivia’s breathing for a little more than would be advisable by an impartial physician. 
 
As Beatrice loosened her grip on Olivia’s head, she remembered that Olivia was barely present for some time now. The ninja’s arms hang at her sides like spaghettis while her body weakly jerked at increasingly irregular intervals, fighting for the last vestiges of oxygen still present in her body. In fact, Beatrice now realized that Olivia’s body mostly moved because of Mary’s reinvigorated fucking from beneath while Olivia’s consciousness slipped further away.
 
Fuck! Beatrice wasted no time in pulling her two cocks out of Olivia’s bulged throat and dropped to her knees to be on the level with Olivia’s red, wet, cum-smeared, eye-rolled, fucked brainless ahegao face. 
 
As the succubus fell to her knees, she used half a second of her attention time to thrust her tail hard into Mary and enter her womb a little to remind the princess who was in charge, before refocusing her all her attention on Olivia as the princess wasn’t even here. 
 
Beatrice placed her hands on Olivia’s lovely face and kissed her right on her sticky lips, slipping her tongue inside and casting [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] to help Olivia in her post-sex recovery after an experience that only long-lost partners of Demons from Beyond could relate to.
 
“GHUUUAAAAAAAAAHhhhhh” Olivia gasped painfully like a woman brought back from the bottom of an ocean. Her eyes snapped back to their proper position while body was overtaken by a new wave of convulsions, even managing to spurt a few more drops of cum from her dry cock. 
 
As Olivia’s lungs and brain were rapidly refilled with oxygen, the ninja girl’s mind processed what had happened to her, firing neurons at new levels of speed and grandeur, creating beautiful fireworks inside her overwhelmed brain that managed to tell apart what was fantasy what was reality, filling in each blank in the gaps of consciousness with each of the hundreds of sexual scenarios it envisioned during Olivia’s fantasies that bordered on hallucinations. 
 
“B-bheatttttrice!” Olivia embraced the succubus as soon as she was capable of moving again and returned the Beatrice’s open mouth kiss and then some. Even though her chest still moved up and down and her heard battered against her rib cage as if she had sprinted for a straight hour, the desire to hug, to kiss, to love, to fuck, to worship her goddess was simply too great while Olivia resided in her post-sex high she only now became aware of upon returning back to some semblance of reality. 
 
Olivia could still taste Beatrice. She finally could taste Beatrice. And what a taste! Olivia had long forgotten something so delicious had once existed in this world. Did Beatrice’s cum always taste like this? Was this what love tasted like? More sparks zapped through Olivia’s mind and before her eyes as she moved her hands all over Beatrice’s body, making love to Beatrice’s tongue, swapping back and forth in their mouths the heavenly mixture of their juices.
 
The rational part of Olivia’s mind, the part that took the greatest beating could not make sense of what had transpired. What Olivia had fantasized about, what she was sure had happened, simply made no sense. It was impossible. And if it did happen, if such an unbelievable event somehow had transpired, then made even greater problems for the poor rational part of Olivia’s mind that was further and further repressed, suppressed, and beaten down by the new and powerful upstart that had awoken inside Olivia’s mind. 
 
That horny, irrational upstart grew stronger by the hour, by the minute, rapidly expanding inside Olivia’s mind, constantly getting fed what seemed like first-grade drugs, shamelessly swinging its big dick around as it lorded the constant favor and indulgence it received from the owner of the mind. In fact, other parts of Olivia’s mind begun to speculate amongst themselves whether it was still Olivia that owned her mind or was it this new deranged, big dick pervert? The sex-crazed lunatic that jerked itself off nonstop with an arrogant grin as it towered over the other inhabitants of Olivia’s mind and cast a titanic shadow over them, threatening to cum all over every part of Olivia’s mind.