[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (Part 4)

Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Posted on the forum on 2015/7/29
Foreword
Well, there's a mistake here. Vivian was fourteen years old a year ago
when she passed the eighth-level magician exam; she should be fifteen now.
Um, regarding this story, I lost inspiration halfway through, so I kept putting it off. Recently, I've become obsessed with Yu-Gi-Oh!
and been working on decks, which has taken up a lot of time, so I'm only releasing it now. I'm really sorry. Also,
I feel there's a bit too much explicit content, which slows down the plot. I'm thinking of
speeding up the plot and reducing the explicit content; I wonder what everyone thinks.
Finally, I want to reiterate that since this is fan fiction, if it infringes on the original author's
rights in any way, it will be deleted immediately. I have no intention of criticizing the original work; in fact
, I created this fan fiction precisely because I found it interesting. I hope the fans of the original work will understand. If any
friend finds the content inappropriate, this story will be deleted immediately.
The relevant chapter from the original work is Chapter 31
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Main Character Introduction:
Dewey: The Dewey from the original work, who, due to a different soul, was given the homophonous name Dewey to distinguish himself.
He is the protagonist of this series, believing in his destiny as a protagonist and thus committing evil deeds. He has studied pharmacology in this world
.
Joanna: Vivian's older sister, the reincarnation of Messiah, Dewey's wife, and her teacher is the evil Green Gandalf. She
has a strong personality, completely opposite to Vivian. She is the weapon used by the Goddess of Light against Dewey.
Messiah: Aragorn's wife. After her transformation, Lolita changed her name to Messiah. Somehow,
she went from a delicate girl to a Saint-level expert, a member of Aragorn's Saint Laurent Knights
. Because she hated Aragorn for marrying another woman, she harbored resentment and ultimately killed Aragorn with her own hands.
Vivian: A fifteen-year-old level eight archmage, the reincarnation of Lolita, Du Wei's wife, and her teacher is the righteous white-robed
Gandoff. Although very intelligent, she is extremely naive and innocent. She is
the weapon the Goddess of Light uses against Du Wei.
Old Mad: Du Wei's loyal servant. In this parallel world, he uses a drug and a spell to turn Count Raymond's wife
into his slave, but he truly loves the Countess.
Countess: Originally named Alice (see Chapter 352), Count Raymond's wife, Du Wei's (Du Wei's) biological mother
, a kind woman.
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Du Wei could hardly believe his eyes. Joanna, who should have been unconscious on the iceberg waiting for his rescue,
was gone! Had she woken up and left? But she should
n't be able to use magic on this "island," so she must still be on the island.
What on earth happened? Dewey felt a little flustered. Had his casual actions
altered the course of his fate? He stood there for a moment, then frantically swam back to shore. Regardless
, he needed to search the "island" first. If Joanna saw Vivian in her current state,
she'd probably kill him immediately. That girl, though reckless and impulsive, was far more common-sense than Vivian.
He'd originally planned to take advantage of her unconsciousness, but now that idea was impossible. Oh
well, he'd just use the drugs he carried. He had everything from hallucinogens to paralyzing drugs to aphrodisiacs—
he could choose whichever he wanted. Dewey thought maliciously, "So what if she's a level six swordsman? Let's see if
she can withstand this powder that's enough to make a hundred sows go into heat."
Dewey dressed again and carefully examined the coastline. Sure enough, not far away, he
found traces of someone climbing ashore from the sea, followed by a series of footprints leading into the woods. But what
puzzled Dewey was that the shape and size of these footprints didn't resemble Joanna's. Dewey couldn't figure it out
. Could someone else be here, having taken Joanna away?
A bad feeling crept into Dewey's heart. He considered whether to return and reunite with Vivian, relying on the
dragon's protection before making further plans. However, he couldn't think of anyone else besides the three of them who would be on this
island at this time; such a thing didn't exist in the original story.
Dewey felt somewhat annoyed. In that instant, he suddenly felt
a fear of the unknown future he hadn't experienced in many years, as if everything was unknowingly slipping out of his control.
No, he had to follow the footprints to see what was hindering him. Dewey's
eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists, carefully observing his surroundings as he
followed the winding path of the footprints on the beach.
The footprints disappeared into the woods, and Dewey circled around for a while before suddenly spotting
a small opening up a slope ahead. At the entrance, something gleaming caught his attention.
It was a translucent, emerald-green flute, and Dewey was almost certain it was the one Joanna always carried
. Staring at the dark opening ahead, as if a ferocious beast lurked within, he unconsciously swallowed nervously
.
Dewey picked up the flute and tiptoed into the cave. He had
come with a death wish, but upon reaching the entrance, he felt it best to be safe and scout ahead. It was so early in the morning;
perhaps Joanna was still asleep inside. But Dewey really didn't believe the footprints were Joanna's.
Everything seemed shrouded in mystery.
The cave was much deeper than it appeared from the outside. Turning a corner, strange
sounds suddenly emanated from within. Dewey pressed his ear against the cave wall.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm...um...ah..."
It was the panting of a young woman, but why did it sound as if she was sucking something from her mouth?
Dewey cautiously peeked inside, and the scene before him immediately gave him a very strange
expression.
The dimly lit space was filled with a foul, fishy odor. A small campfire still burned quietly.
On the slightly damp ground, a complete set of exquisite white armor, intricately engraved with intricate magical patterns, lay scattered haphazardly
. A silk cloak, equally white as snow, lay crumpled and disheveled on the ground,
as if someone had been lying on it during vigorous activity; a vibrant red stain even stained the dazzling white cloak
. But what truly astonished Dewey was what was happening nearby.
A tall, slender young woman with snow-white, lustrous silver hair was
kneeling naked on the ground like a female dog in heat. Her fair, firm buttocks were raised high,
swaying slightly. Her thighs were covered in dried, solidified milky-white liquid. Her slender, smooth arms were crossed and supported on
the ground. A pair of full, round, snow-white breasts, far more magnificent than Vivian's,
trembled uncontrollably in the air with her movements.
In front of the icy beauty, a slightly obese man stood casually
, a bag hanging from his chest. His wrinkled, calloused hands pressed the icy beauty's head between
his wide-open legs, constantly thrusting his lower body,
casually inserting a thick, dark object into the icy beauty's mouth as if inserting it into a vagina. Strands of saliva, glistening with a lewd sheen, constantly dripped onto the
icy beauty's high, firm breasts.
"Ah...ah...mmm..."
The icy beauty let out intermittent, seductive moans, her pink tongue constantly licking and teasing
the thick, dark penis in her mouth, occasionally nibbling it gently with her pearly white teeth, giving the
man who was molesting her even greater pleasure, without any intention of resistance.
"Ah..."
The man let out a groan of satisfaction that seemed to make his soul fly away, forcefully pressing the icy beauty
's head down to prevent her escape, his two ugly testicles trembling, and thick, foul-smelling liquid
spurting from the silver-haired woman's small mouth.
The icy beauty's throat pounded as she struggled to swallow the thick, white semen gushing from her mouth.
Her slightly pale red lips were tightly closed, trying to absorb
every last drop of the man's ejaculation into her small, delicate mouth. Even so, an excessive amount of semen
was squeezed from the corners of her mouth, flowing down her swan-like neck and pooling
in the deep, alluring cleavage created by the silver-haired woman's arms.
Finally, the man finished ejaculating. The icy beauty spat out the thick, black penis
, now covered in saliva and semen, and gulped down the remaining semen in her mouth. She even used her slender fingers
to collect the semen that had leaked from the corners of her mouth. Her once icy face was now filled with a wanton,
fiery expression.
But the service wasn't over yet. At the man's prompting, the stunningly beautiful
ice-white woman, comparable to any man's dream girl, licked the remaining semen from his penis with her pink tongue. Her submissive and docile demeanor
made her seem like a slave completely obedient to the man, a far cry from her original sorceress persona.
Yes, this ice-white woman pleasing the man with her body was none other than the suddenly "disappeared" Joanna,
and the man shamelessly enjoying Joanna's mouth was someone Dewey had never even considered.
"Who's there?"
As if sensing Dewey's gaze, the man trembled violently, his previously erect penis instantly
going limp. He looked towards Dewey's location with a hint of fear, but Joanna seemed oblivious,
continuing to lick and clean the man's filthy penis.
"My dear old man, my faithful servant, don't you even recognize me?"
Dewey, now discovered, no longer hid, walking out openly with a playful smile
, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.
"Young Master!!"
The man recognized Dewey, immediately abandoning Joanna and rushing towards him. Grabbing Dewey's hands, he
knelt down, tears streaming down his face, his voice filled with immense joy. The man looked up and saw it was
Dewey's old servant, Mad. His aged face, etched with the marks of time, was streaked with tears, his white-haired
head buried in Dewey's body, weeping like a child.
Dewey never expected old Mad to be here, especially with Joanna. When he saw
the open box in the corner, and Joanna's infatuated gaze at old Mad, her body turned to the side in
a seductive pose, constantly licking her glistening fingers as if under a spell, he understood
something.
"Young Master, it's so good to know you're safe and sound. When that dragon took you away, I almost thought
you'd never come back."
Old Mad cried so hard he soaked Dewey's clothes. With Dewey's comforting words
, he gradually calmed down and recounted his ordeal.
It turned out that on the day Vivian moved Dewey and Joanna away outside Half-Horn City, the loyal
Old Mad rushed forward to protect his master, only to be transported to Half-Horn Mountain as well. Old Mad was unlucky; before he could even
stand properly, he was swept away by the battle's currents. But he was also lucky; when he fell from the sky, he landed right
on the tail of Joanna's ice dragon, Oct, preventing him from being smashed to pieces.
Joanna, completely absorbed in her battle with Vivian, didn't notice the extra person on the dragon's back until she
chased Vivian out to sea and discovered the poor old servant. However, Joanna was too focused on catching Vivian
to throw Old Mad into the sea. When she learned that Old Mad was Dewey's servant, she secretly plotted
how to use him to get the Fearful Phantom from Dewey. So she carried him across
the ocean.
Eventually, Joanna encountered a sea monster, and the Ice Dragon Oct was swallowed whole. Joanna and the old...
Mad fell onto the iceberg. Perhaps due to the direct impact of the fierce battle with the sea monster, when Old
Mad awoke from his coma that night, Joanna remained unconscious. To avoid encountering the sea monster again, Old Mad
took Joanna and hid in this cave they had discovered by chance.
Dewey understood the gist of the matter. Although it seemed unbelievable, the fact was that Old Mad was here,
having come to this island just like him. Dewey didn't think Old Mad could have tracked them all this way alone, unless he was
a hidden Saint-level expert, but that was impossible.
"Then can you tell me what happened?"
Dewey pointed to Joanna, who was lying naked on the ground, completely unresponsive to his presence, looking rather dazed, and
looked at the somewhat helpless Old Mad with a half-smile.
"Well, how should I put it, old servant, I... I used that..."
Perhaps due to nervousness and guilt, old Mad, like Vivian, stammered,
scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly, as if unsure how to explain to Dewey.
"Used what?"
Dewey's voice rose an octave, the ambiguous meaning startling old Mad, who stammered on
, "It's... it's that pill."
"That pill?"
"Yes, it's... that one."
Old Mad followed Dewey's gaze, knowing he had seen the box containing the pills, and nodded frantically like a chicken
pecking at rice, wiping the sweat from his brow, his panicked expression, combined with his naked appearance
, made him look quite comical.
"But this thing should clearly be in my hands. When did you take it? My loyal old Mad,"
Dewey sneered, as if he had seen through something.
"This, this, this old servant doesn't know either, it's just, it's just, it's just..."
"Just what?!"
Dewey gasped, startling Old Mad, who quickly continued, "It's just, it's just that the pill was
found on Jojo." He looked at Dewey pitifully, as if sensing Dewey's disbelief, awaiting
his judgment.
Jojo? Such an intimate way of addressing her. Dewey was already imagining what
a wild night the old man and young girl must have spent yesterday, and a strange unease crept into his heart.
Although he had somewhat anticipated this, hearing Old Mad's account still felt too coincidental.
The box containing the pills that he had dropped had been accidentally picked up by Joanna, and Old Mad, who knew how to use the pills, had
been brought to this island by Joanna, and now, while Joanna was unconscious, Old Mad had found the pills on her person.
These events, taken together, resulted in this proud, icy beauty being reduced to her current state.
She was taken advantage of by this insignificant old servant, who seemed like a mere insect compared to her, and
her pure virginity was stolen without her consent.
This was utter nonsense, Dewey's first thought after reaching this conclusion. No one
would believe such a fantastical story, yet it had undeniably happened before his eyes. Besides this
explanation, he couldn't think of any other reason why this silver-haired girl, who revered violence, would obediently
spread her long, smooth legs and allow this old servant, old enough to be her grandfather, to thrust his ugly penis into
her pure, tight virgin vagina and stir it around, shamelessly sucking
on his shaft like a lowly, wanton prostitute, letting this old man freely play with her alluring body. Unless Joanna had lost her mind
.
"You old bastard, who's the protagonist here, you or me?"
Dewey laughed and cursed, kicking Old Man Mad aside and saying something that left Old Man Mad completely bewildered. Damn
it, Joanna's virginity had been taken by someone else, and the perpetrator was none other than Old Man Mad! This left Dewey with
mixed feelings. Damn it, this old bastard, not satisfied with sleeping with his nominal mother, now he's even
making a move on the woman he'd planned to work with.
But somehow, seeing Old Man Mad's terrified expression, and remembering that he'd gotten involved to protect him
, Dewey couldn't muster any anger. Oh well, she's just a prettier bitch anyway;
she'll be used by other women eventually, so it doesn't matter sooner or later.
Just as Dewey was lost in thought, the air in front of him suddenly vibrated strangely. Without thinking, Dewey
lunged to the side, but even so, a gust of wind still knocked him down, leaving him feeling suffocated.
Fighting spirit!
The word flashed through Dewey's mind. He saw Joanna had somehow gotten up,
her fists clenched. It was she who had thrown a punch out of thin air, sending Dewey sprawling.
"You wretched brat! How dare you hurt my great master! You're asking for death!"
Cold, merciless words escaped Joanna's red lips. Her fair feet trod on the cold, damp ground as
she slowly walked towards Dewey. Her enormous, full breasts swayed with each step, creating
waves that made one's mouth dry.
But Dewey had no time to appreciate this alluring scene. The naked killing intent in Joanna's eyes made
his blood feel like it was freezing. An unprecedented, intense sense of crisis surged through every nerve in Dewey's
body, and his hand was already in his pocket.
"Oh right, I recognize you. You're my sister Vivian's lover, aren't you? Hand over the Fearful Illusion,
and maybe I'll spare your life."
Joanna seemed to remember something, looking down at Dewey with her usual arrogant
expression, completely oblivious to her naked state. Instead, she thrust her breasts high, her
hands on her slender waist, a stark contrast to her large, round breasts, and commanded
Dewey in a condescending tone.
Dewey didn't know the extent of Joanna's consciousness, but seeing that she still remembered coming to find the Fearful Illusion, it seemed that, as Old Mad had said, the woman who took the drug hadn't 　　changed much
in her memories except for regarding the caster as her master . 　　"Aren't you going to put on some clothes, Master Mage?" Dewey suddenly asked, his eyes lewdly 　　scanning Joanna's body.

"Wear clothes?" Joanna seemed taken aback, hesitatingly asking with a confused look in her eyes.
"Yes, your big breasts are all showing, is the great mage such a shameless woman
?" Dewey said in a strange voice, making a gesture of kneading her breasts with one hand.
"You brat, how dare you say I'm shameless?" A flash of anger crossed Joanna's face as she said coldly, her long
silver hair reaching her hips swaying with her anger.
"Isn't that right? What woman would so readily undress in front of a strange man?" Dewey felt
his back was already soaked with cold sweat, but he still wanted to confirm something.
"Not wearing clothes is the master's order. I, Joanna, swear in the name of the great mage, I will absolutely obey the master
's orders. What do you know, you brat?" Joanna said proudly, as if obeying old man Mad's order
to undress was an extremely honorable thing.
"Enough nonsense, hand over the Fearful Phantom! Is that little thing on Vivian instead of you
? If so, you're useless." Joanna's expression returned to its icy coldness
as she viciously issued her final ultimatum to Dewey.
"Joanna, stop!"
Just as the two were about to clash, Old Mad's frail voice came from the side. Although Dewey
had no intention of hurting him, Old Mad was caught off guard and kicked to the ground, suffering a considerable fall.
"Yes, my master."
Hearing Old Mad's command, the icy expression on Joanna's face immediately melted. She placed her left hand on her chest,
bowed to Old Mad like a knight, gave Dewey a cold glance, and then stepped back, seemingly forgetting all about demanding
the Fearful Phantom from Dewey. She didn't even help Old Mad up to check his injuries, appearing to simply
accept orders and not really caring about the life or death of her so-called master.
Joanna's current state was eerie, a far cry from her former fiery and domineering self
. Her arrogance, however, remained unchanged. Dewey felt she resembled someone from his memories
, but he couldn't quite place who.
"Jojo, this is my young master. How could you be so rough with him? Since I am your master, and the young master is
my master, then he is also your master. From now on, you must listen to whatever he says, understand?"
Old Mad, having recovered his composure, spoke to Joanna earnestly like a kind elder. However,
the sight of the two standing naked together was undeniably strange.
"Master's master, Joanna apologizes for her rudeness."
Joanna unconditionally obeyed Old Mad's commands. Under his guidance, she knelt
on the ground, submitting to Dewey, but her sharp gaze made Dewey doubt her genuine willingness to follow
his orders.
Dewey cleared his throat and said, "Since I am your master's master, does that mean
you will obey whatever I ask you to do now? Master Mage?"
"Yes, master's master. Whatever you need Joanna to do, Joanna will obey. Master's
orders are everything."
Joanna was surprisingly straightforward, without the slightest hesitation, her cold expression remaining unchanged.
"Is that so? Then I'll see if it's really as you say." Dewey sneered, suddenly grabbing
Joanna's full, firm breasts and kneading them vigorously. The smooth, soft, yet elastic feel made Dewey
secretly admire her.
"Ah..."
Joanna closed her beautiful eyes, letting out a soft moan from her alluring lips. Her breasts were
far larger than Vivian's, the largest breasts Dewey had ever seen, even larger than the busty prostitute Xiaoxue he had met in the tavern
, yet still very firm, perhaps related to her cultivation of martial arts techniques
.
Whether a liking for large breasts is innate in men is unknown, but for Dewey, Joanna's body was
far more attractive than Vivian's still somewhat immature one. He fondled and kneaded her fleshy breasts,
feeling a surge of pleasure as he recalled Joanna's arrogant attitude towards him earlier. Joanna straightened her fiery body
, a blush creeping onto her cold face. Her beautiful eyes, half-closed in a coy manner, resisted Dewey's
wanton fondling of her breasts, letting out soft moans. Her two pink nipples hardened,
rubbing against Dewey's palms, teasing his senses.
Dewey molded Joanna's breasts into various shapes, but they immediately returned to their original form whenever he loosened his grip
. He played with them for a while before reluctantly removing his hands from Joanna's breasts, unbuckling his belt
, and releasing his already engorged and hard member into the air. Thanks to the development of drugs
, Dewey's penis was much larger than that of other boys his age, which was probably
something he could be quite proud of.
Joanna naturally grasped Dewey's thick, monstrous penis and slowly began to stroke it. Perhaps because she
had done this many times for Old Mad, Joanna's technique seemed quite skilled. But Dewey's intentions were not so simple.
He had a more lewd idea in his mind.
He suddenly slapped Joanna's high, firm breasts hard, making her
elastic breasts tremble like a ball, and slowly commanded her, "Magician, it's rare that you have
such a pair of lewd breasts. Why don't you use those breasts to help me get it, how about it?"
"Huh?"
Joanna stared at Dewey, confused, instinctively covering her chest with her hands, seemingly not understanding
what he was talking about. Dewey pulled her hands away, straightened his lower body, and pressed his penis between her deep cleavage. He
grabbed Joanna's breasts with both hands, squeezing his penis while saying to Joanna, "That's it, understand
? Magician."
The soft, smooth, snow-white flesh almost completely enveloped Dewey's penis, leaving only the tip exposed
. The new and stimulating experience made Dewey show an intoxicated expression. He released his hands, letting Joanna use her own
hands to squeeze her firm, full breasts together, tightly enveloping his penis within them.
"Hmph, what a boring thought only a man would have."
Joanna understood Dewey's meaning, rolled her eyes at him, and seemingly helplessly cupped her
breasts with her hands, gently squeezing Dewey's penis and moving them up and down, rubbing her full breasts against his
penis with just the right amount of pressure. Dewey, who was trying this kind of sex for the first time, couldn't help but gasp.
Sure enough, this kind of play could only be done on women with big breasts, Dewey thought to himself. Neither
Ruolin nor Vivian could probably serve a man with ease using this method. Dewey couldn't help
but think of his great-grandmother Semel's magnificent breasts, and the scene of him and a group of men
having sex with Ruolin in front of her. He wondered what his great-grandmother was thinking now. Thinking of this, Dewey
smiled wickedly.
Joanna, on the other hand, was in no hurry to give Dewey a breastjob, her breasts continuing to rub against his now extremely
erect and hot penis. Her face was expressionless, as if she were simply doing manual labor without
feeling any pleasure. Due to the friction, the inside of Joanna's breasts had become slightly red, and the lack of
lubrication made Dewey feel a little uncomfortable.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
He was about to remind Joanna when he suddenly saw her stick out her tongue and lick Dewey's only exposed glans.
Dewdrops of sweet saliva dripped from her small mouth onto their joined parts,
wetting Dewey's penis and her own breasts as lubrication. The obscene sounds of wetness echoed in the cave. "
My God, are these two sisters really self-taught geniuses?" Dewey couldn't help but sigh inwardly
. Her full breasts, lubricated by saliva, squeezed and manipulated Dewey's penis even more smoothly, while Joanna's small
mouth wasn't idle either, sucking on Dewey's glans.
Although she was a mage specializing in ice and snow magic, Joanna's mouth was even hotter than Vivian's
. Her tongue darted nimbly over the tip of Dewey's penis, constantly spitting out glistening saliva to moisten it.
The hot, sweet breath exhaled onto the tip of Dewey's penis, further arousing him.
Dewey felt his legs go weak, and his penis, tightly enveloped by soft, white breasts, felt
intense pressure and suction, like a giant vortex, as if his entire body was being drawn into it
.
"Hmph..."
Seeing Dewey's reaction, Joanna's lips curled into a cold smile. She squeezed and kneaded her firm,
erect breasts even faster and harder, while simultaneously licking and sucking Dewey's glans with her small mouth, bringing him wave
after wave of intense pleasure.
"Ah...uh...ah ha...uh..."
As if forced out by Joanna's breasts, clear fluid continuously seeped from the tip of Dewey's penis.
Joanna seductively extended her fragrant tongue, licking away the fluid and occasionally pressing the tip of her tongue against the head of Dewey's penis,
pushing it forcefully inside.
How come these two sisters both knew this trick? Dewey, suppressing the cramping pleasure, bent over, his hand
unconsciously grasping Joanna's striking silver hair. But Joanna still didn't let him go, passionately
clamping Dewey's penis firmly between her magnificent breasts, her small mouth constantly sucking and swallowing the glans that protruded from her breasts
, giving him no chance to escape.
But Dewey wasn't one to be easily manipulated. He grabbed Joanna's smooth, long silver
hair, thrusting his hips forward, pumping between her breasts like he was penetrating a honeypot.
The rapidly moving glans made it difficult for Joanna to find the right spot, constantly hitting her cherry lips, her small breasts, and her nose.
"Ha...ha...mmm..."
Joanna wasn't going to give in either. She turned her head slightly, thrusting her chest high, squeezing her breasts together with her hands. Her slender
fingers dug deep into her breasts, trying to hold Dewey's penis in place and prevent him from moving.
But because of the lubrication, Joanna's fair, smooth breasts were simply unable to control Dewey's counterattack.
But the rapid thrusting also transmitted the pleasure of sex more intensely to Dewey's brain. Dewey felt
that the sensation of his penis thrusting against Joanna's breasts was almost indistinguishable from the sensation of vaginal penetration
. The warm, soft comfort enveloped his penis, and the erect nipples would occasionally brush against his lower
abdomen, giving him an itchy feeling that constantly stimulated his nerves, making him want to release.
"Ah... ah..."
With her dynamic vision at the level of a sixth-level swordsman, Joanna still managed to take the tip of Dewey's penis, which was constantly appearing and disappearing with each thrust, into her mouth.
She sucked on it tightly and pretended to gently nibble on it with her hard teeth.
The sudden attack startled Dewey, and he dared not move his lower body any further.
"Hmph."
Joanna felt Dewey's movements stop and let out a barely audible snort. She also stopped squeezing
Dewey's penis. Her round, full breasts held Dewey's penis in place, and her white teeth carefully held
the tip of his penis. Then she began to slowly apply force.
Just as Dewey was about to ejaculate his first load of the day into Joanna's mouth, a sudden,
slight pain at the tip of his penis caused him to freeze instantly, as if time had stood still.
Old Mad, noticing Dewey's strange behavior, asked with concern, "Young Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell
?"
Dewey didn't answer Old Mad. His eyes were fixed on Joanna, as if he wanted to say something but the
words were stuck in his throat. A fine bead of sweat trickled down Dewey's forehead
.
Joanna met his gaze without flinching, her eyebrows slightly raised,
a hint of mockery and derision in her silver eyes. She held Dewey's penis tightly in her mouth, her pearly teeth
slowly and deliberately biting down on the tip.
"Jo...Anna..."
Dewey painfully uttered Joanna's name, each word a struggle to be uttered, as if he wanted to say something but could no longer.
As he continued speaking, cold sweat poured down his back. His stiff body hadn't moved an inch. His penis
remained erect due to the intense urge to ejaculate, but the growing pain at the tip of his penis brought on a
man's strongest sense of crisis, making him tense all over. A thick stream of semen was trapped inside, and he dared not let it
out rashly.
Old Mad scratched his head, wondering what Dewey and Joanna were up to. Seeing them
staring at each other motionless, he suddenly grew impatient. Clapping his hands, he called out to Joanna, "Joanna,
what are you doing? Hurry up and get it out for the young master, or he'll keep you waiting!"
Hearing Old Mad's command, Joanna gave a soft, cold snort. Looking at Dewey's embarrassed expression,
a contemptuous smile appeared on her beautiful face. Then, she suddenly released her grip on his penis,
sucking hard on it twice before releasing it from between her breasts. She swallowed most of it into her
hot, wet mouth, then spat it out, clamping it tightly between her high, firm breasts once more.
The sudden sense of relief made Dewey's heart leap into his throat. He was drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily.
The stark contrast of going from hell to heaven momentarily stunned him, leaving his mind blank. Numbly, he watched
as Joanna continued to serve his throbbing, almost bursting penis with her breasts and mouth.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..."
Joanna tossed her long, silver hair, her face still cold, her head bobbing up and down as she
increasingly intensely sucked and licked Dewey's glans, coating his penis with her saliva. Her full, firm
breasts, pressed down by her hands, seemed to threaten to burst his penis.
When she felt a hesitant tremor in Dewey's penis, Joanna immediately released it from her mouth,
closed her eyes, and tilted her beautiful face slightly upwards, directly facing Dewey's crotch. Before Dewey's brain could process what was happening
, thick streams of semen gushed out uncontrollably, splashing onto Joanna's face, hair, and even
some onto her chest.
But Joanna seemed to enjoy this rare semen bath, tilting her head
back to catch all the white fluid, even licking the semen that had fallen to her lips, completely unconcerned about the semen's pungent smell and
sticky texture, instead appearing completely absorbed.
It was only the release of desire that brought Dewey back to reality when the semen gushed out. For
a moment, he had genuinely worried that Joanna would bite off his penis.
Releasing himself in the mouth of a woman he hadn't fully tamed was risky; Dewey silently made a mental warning, and he
still hadn't completely recovered from the shock.
He covered his now limp penis with his hand, a row of neat teeth marks faintly visible on it, and took
two steps back, wary and still shaken by the witch who had just given him an unforgettable half-body sexual encounter
. Joanna, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, not bothering to wipe the copious amount of semen from her face and body, but simply kneeling
on the ground, still slowly kneading her breasts with both hands, her bright silver eyes staring defiantly at Dewey.
"Young master, are you alright?"
Old Mad asked with concern, supporting Dewey, thinking he was a little exhausted after his ordeal. But Dewey
didn't hear Old Mad's words at all. After the initial shock, he was now extremely angry, not only because of Joanna's
contemptuous attitude, but more importantly, the lingering ache in his penis made it difficult for him to get an erection
.
Dewey comforted his limp and powerless penis with his hand, and Old Mad seemed to want
to help, but Dewey immediately pushed him away. A moment later, Dewey felt his penis regain sensation and
become erect again. He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt
a slight stinging pain, perhaps due to psychological reasons, as long as he could still get an erection, there was no problem.
"Master Magician, you did a very good job. You're quite impressive," Dewey
said with a forced smile, pulling up his pants and pacing around to Joanna's back, seemingly plotting something.
"It's what Joanna should do, just to satisfy her master's master,"
Joanna replied calmly, her tone respectful, but she deliberately raised
her voice when she said "satisfied," which made Dewey even more furious.
"If there's nothing else to do, may I put on my clothes, Master's Master?"
Joanna asked coldly, completely unconcerned by Dewey's reaction. Although it seemed she was seeking his permission,
Dewey knew she didn't respect him at all. This woman, though controlled, was still Old Mad's master.
She couldn't disobey Old Mad's orders, so she obeyed him, but that was all. How
she carried out the orders ultimately depended on her own will, a far cry from his ideal scenario.
But how could Dewey give up so easily? No woman could make young Master Dewey lose face.
"Of course not, my dear Joanna. There are still many things for you to do, such as exploring
this place."
Dewey grinned wickedly, his fingers tracing Joanna's firm, white buttocks, penetrating deep into her smooth cleft, and
maliciously rubbing her delicate anus. Joanna shuddered; that
was a forbidden area she had never let anyone touch before.
"Th-that's..."
Joanna's voice held a hint of panic, her usual indifferent demeanor gone. Dewey was quite pleased with Joanna
's reaction, shoving her forward onto the ground, making her land on all fours,
her plump, pert buttocks raised high towards him.
Joanna's buttocks were very elastic, and Dewey reached out and parted her soft labia, like an
eager student closely examining Joanna's trembling
anus exposed to the cold air. Although Dewey had originally intended to penetrate Joanna's vagina, he noticed it was already filled with Old Mad
's thick semen, so he shifted his attention to her other, unexplored hole.
"To think, to think I'm looking at such a, such a dirty place... ugh..."
Joanna gritted her teeth and turned her head with difficulty. Dewey's breath hit Joanna's anus
, making her feel itchy. She never expected Dewey to do something so bold. Although
she had a twisted understanding of being a slave, she still couldn't accept this behavior that was far beyond her common sense
.
"Dirty? I think it's very clean. I suppose you, Master Mage, usually pay attention to keeping this place clean.
There's not a smell at all. You truly deserve to be called an eighth-level Mage."
Dewey chuckled, suddenly sticking out his tongue and licking Joanna's pink anus. The wet, slippery
tongue glided across her rear, and Joanna immediately felt goosebumps all over her body. She twisted her hips, trying to get away,
but Dewey held her firmly and continued to lick her anus.
"No, don't lick there...uh...ha...ha..."
Joanna pleaded helplessly. The tingling sensation from her anus made her feel terrible
. She had never known that anyone would be interested in that place. Although she felt both ashamed and angry,
the spell she was under made her unable to resist Dewey's actions. She could only bend over and let Dewey carefully savor her with his wet tongue
.
"Um...ah...ah..."
Joanna groaned in pain. The wet, tingling sensation from her rear and the "smack, smack"
licking sounds made her feel ashamed and furious. She clenched her teeth, trying her best to endure Dewey's desecration. Her long, strong
thighs were taut, her beautiful, slender toes curled up, and her charming, fiery body arched in pain
. Dewey felt the intense changes in Joanna's body and felt a great sense of satisfaction. He increased
the frequency of his licking, tormenting the female magician's sense of shame.
"Not bad, the magician's ass is truly unique."
After licking for a while, Dewey finally raised his head, licking his lips like a pervert, and
vigorously kneading Joanna's pert buttocks. Joanna collapsed to the ground as if giving up, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful eyes
staring blankly ahead, still not recovered from the nightmarish experience.
Although Dewey appeared fine, he was actually quite surprised that he had suddenly made such a lewd
move. He had only intended to violate Joanna's anus, but somehow, when he saw Joanna's delicate
anus slightly closing with the trembling of her sphincter, he suddenly had
the bold idea of licking it with his tongue. The darkness in one's heart is sometimes unimaginable even to oneself.
"Damn it..."
Joanna seemed to come back to her senses, clenching her teeth, her whole body trembling. The immense humiliation she had just suffered
had severely impacted her spirit. An unprecedented sense of shame pounded at her pride, but due to Dewey's orders
, she was forced to maintain the position of her buttocks raised high, awaiting his next move. Dewey, meanwhile,
chuckled and played with Joanna's snowy buttocks, showing no sign of urgency.
"If you're going to do something, hurry up..."
Joanna was practically grinding her teeth to powder. Now, she didn't care what Dewey wanted to do; she just wanted it over quickly
. But Dewey's intense interest in her buttocks made her increasingly uneasy. Could it be... could it be that he
really intended to do it there? Joanna vaguely guessed Dewey's intentions, and fear gripped her heart.
"So, the Magician can't wait any longer. What does the Magician want me to do?"
Dewey chuckled, slapping Joanna's buttocks lightly with both hands, producing crisp "slap slap
slap" sounds, constantly humiliating Joanna's proud self-esteem.
"Whatever..."
Joanna closed her eyes, letting out a weak moan, a response to Dewey. She knew she
couldn't escape his control, so she simply relinquished all initiative, remaining
motionless like a doll, letting him do whatever he wanted with her.
"Alright, since you're so easygoing, then I won't hold back, Master Magician."
Seeing Joanna's complete surrender, Dewey knew further teasing and humiliation were pointless;
now it was time to truly fuck her until she submitted. He pressed two fingers against Joanna's anus,
slowly inserting them. Joanna's eyes were closed, her face expressionless, only her brow furrowing slightly.
Easily, Dewey's fingertips penetrated Joanna's anus.
The sensation was warm and tight. Dewey chuckled, inserting one finger, stirring it around, then
inserting a second, slowly probing deeper.
"Gulp..."
Joanna swallowed hard, panting, feeling the sensation of her anus and rectum being stretched and stirred by fingers.
This humiliation would be unbearable for any normal woman, let alone someone as proud as Joanna
. Her sphincter muscles contracted repeatedly, as if trying to stop Dewey's further intrusion, but to Dewey,
it only meant his fingers were tightly clamped inside.
"Oh, so the magician really enjoys having his ass inserted? He won't
let go of my fingers, huh?"
Dewey teased, his fingers gently rotating inside Joanna's anus, while his other hand lightly caressed her smooth, round buttocks, 　　the red handprints from
Dewey's earlier spanking still visible on her snow-white skin . 　　"No...no...quick...quickly pull it out..." 　　Joanna shook her head, vehemently denying Dewey's words. But her body's instincts prevented her 　　from relaxing her muscles; the intrusion of the foreign object made her anus extremely uncomfortable. She struggled to crawl forward, but Dewey 　　wouldn't let her. He immediately grabbed Joanna's slender waist and thrust his fingers further in. 　　"Ah!" 　　The forceful intrusion made Joanna cry out in pain. She was now covered in sweat, her lustrous silver hair damp 　　and clinging to her smooth back. Her slender body trembled slightly as she buried her head in her arms. 　　"My lord magician, as a person of status and refinement, don't you know to say 'please' when asking someone for something 　　?"

Dewey slapped Joanna's buttocks hard again, rotating the two fingers he had inserted, fully enjoying
the tightness of her rectal cavity. The warm, soft feeling inside seemed no less pleasant than before, only still
a bit dry. He wondered what it would feel like to insert his penis later.
"Yes...please...please pull it out..."
Joanna seemed finally unable to bear it any longer, reluctantly squeezing out a few words. Dewey's
defilement of her anus was becoming unbearable, and this feeling of helpless despair was constantly tormenting her inner pride.
"That's more like it, Master Wizard."
Dewey seemed to be letting her off the hook as he slowly withdrew his fingers, curiously bringing them to his nose to smell them,
a subtle expression on his face.
"Hoo... Ha... Ha... Ah!!"
Joanna had just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly let out another scream. Without warning, Dewey
inserted his fingers into Joanna's anus again, this time inserting his index, middle, and ring fingers all at once
, and frantically exploring Joanna's rear.
"My lord magician, you can just say 'please' to others, but who am I? I am
the master of your 'great' master Mad, which is to say, your master. You lowly bitch, how dare you
openly disobey your master's will and disturb his pleasure? It's unforgivable. I can do whatever I want. If I want to
play with your ass, you just need to obediently stick your ass out and let me play with it. Don't say any more nonsense, understand
? My lovely bitch magician."
Dewey said frivolously. Joanna clenched her fists tightly, and a strong aura burst forth from her body,
but this aura immediately disappeared without a trace. The restrictions on her body prevented her from truly having
the thought of resisting Dewey.
Seeing that Joanna was indeed unable to resist him, Dewey finally relaxed. His fingers twisted and thrust wildly,
wantonly ravaging Joanna's tender anus. Joanna remained silent,
her cherry lips tightly pressed together, silently enduring the pain, the veins on her clenched fists bulging faintly.
Feeling the rectum secreting fluid to prevent the foreign object from damaging the cavity, Dewey felt it was about time. He
withdrew his fingers, covered in a clear liquid, from Joanna's anus, grasped her snowy buttocks with both hands, and
pressed his already erect, eager penis against Joanna's fully developed anus.
"Ugh..."
Although she knew what kind of treatment she was about to suffer, Joanna still couldn't help but let out a painful
groan. A burning sensation spread through her anus, about to violently penetrate her body, and
into a place she felt extremely dirty and ashamed of.
Dewey could clearly feel the unease of this beautiful woman, lying on the ground like a dog. People
are always afraid of the unknown; only those who can control their own destiny can be fearless. He
took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and slowly pushed the large glans, fixed at the entrance of her anus, inward.
Joanna gritted her teeth, trying not to make a sound. She felt a red-hot iron
rod roughly forcing open her anus, a tearing pain shooting through her from behind, causing her body to tremble violently. Although
Dewey's fingers had provided some initial stimulation, his penis was far larger than normal, only slightly smaller than Reed's.
How could Joanna's virgin anus withstand such a monstrous invasion?
Cold sweat dripped from Joanna's forehead. Dewey had only just inserted the tip of his penis, and Joanna already
felt as if her buttocks were about to split open. Her sensitive nerves sent waves of excruciating pain to her brain.
Joanna gasped for breath, trying to relax her anus to lessen the pain. But her anus remained taut, tightly gripping Dewey's glans
, already stretched to its limit.
Unaware of the immense pain Joanna was enduring, Dewey was also finding it difficult. Joanna
's anal passage was far too tight for his large penis. Although he had managed to push in a little, he was stuck at
the entrance, finding it very difficult to go any further.
"Bitch, hurry up and open your asshole a bit, do you want to disobey your master's wishes?"
After several attempts without success, Dewey slapped Joanna's snowy buttocks hard in frustration
. Joanna remained clenched her teeth, silent, her heavy breathing coming from her pert little nose.
She swayed her buttocks with difficulty, unwillingly cooperating with Dewey's movements so that he could smoothly insert his penis.
With the lubrication of the increasingly secreted intestinal fluid, Dewey finally managed to push in a little more. This tightness felt
much greater than Vivian's virgin vagina, very difficult to stretch open. He wondered if all women who practiced martial arts
had such tight vaginas.
"Mmm...slow...slower..."
Finally, a cry of pain escaped Joanna's tightly pursed red lips. Her brows furrowed;
every slight movement of Dewey inside her brought her immense pain. Although Joanna's willpower wasn't
weak, she had never experienced such pain since birth. She couldn't understand how anyone could be so perverted as to
think of using such a place for intercourse; this place was clearly not designed to accommodate male reproductive organs.
Unable to penetrate deeply, let alone enjoy the thrusting, Dewey grew impatient, his gaze turning
fierce. With a cold snort, Dewey grabbed Joanna's buttocks and adjusted his position, suddenly
leaning forward.
"Ah!!"
Joanna's face changed drastically, and she jerked her head back, letting out a heart-wrenching scream of pain. Using his weight
, Dewey pressed down heavily, recklessly digging into Joanna's delicate anus,
inserting half of his penis in at once.
Feeling as if her buttocks had been pierced by a sharp sword, the intense pain caused Joanna to open her wide eyes,
brimming with tears. She stared blankly upwards, her mouth agape, only uttering indistinct
syllables. Dewey could clearly feel the contractions of Joanna's rectum, resisting his penetration, but Dewey
had no intention of stopping there. Using the momentum, he pushed his penis in a little further, causing Joanna to wince in pain.
Anna cried out again, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face like a broken string of pearls.
"Ah! Ah!! Ugh..."
Accompanied by Joanna's cries of pain, perhaps because her vaginal canal was gradually adapting to the size of Dewey's penis, Dewey
slowly managed to insert most of his penis, filling Joanna's anus completely. He excitedly
swayed his lower abdomen, letting his penis churn inside. But Joanna wasn't having an easy time. The
pain, itching, and heat in her anus were driving her crazy; she was only holding on by sheer willpower.
Dewey carefully and slowly pulled his penis out, then inserted it again, repeatedly using his hard, hot penis
to pry open Joanna's anus. Each scrape sent shivers down Joanna's spine. Finally, Dewey felt his penis, covered in
intestinal fluid, moving in and out more smoothly. He grabbed Joanna's arms and thrust vigorously into her anus
, the impact against her firm, elastic buttocks producing a series of "slap slap slap" sounds.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Joanna gasped, her high, full breasts
swaying like two water-filled balloons with each thrust. The pain had lessened considerably; Joanna was now exhausted, both physically and mentally, merely
responding to Dewey's thrusts like a doll, her mind incapable of thought.
Dewey grabbed Joanna's fair, rounded shoulders, forcing her to stand up, then pulled her back
down onto her white cloak, his arm around her slender waist. As soon as he released her, using her weight, his penis
slid into her nearly fully opened anus.
Joanna tilted her head back, her flawless body stiff against Dewey's chest, her eyes glazed,
even drool trickling from the corner of her mouth. Dewey embraced Joanna, his hands reaching forward from under her armpits
to knead her large breasts. His lower body thrust up and down forcefully, manipulating Joanna
's anus like a vagina, his thick penis appearing and disappearing within her,
pumping rapidly.
Old Mad, on the other hand, obediently stayed to the side. He never dared to interfere when Dewey was doing things; whatever
Dewey said, he did. This was Old Mad's only redeeming quality, a quality
not every servant possessed, and it was what Dewey was most satisfied with in Old Mad.
While playing with Joanna's curvaceous body, Dewey finally noticed Old Mad, who had been neglected.
Thinking of how Old Mad had risked his life to save him in Half-Horn City, crossing the ocean at his age and enduring so much fright, and how he himself
hadn't properly comforted him since their reunion, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
Dewey beckoned to Old Mad, who immediately scurried over, respectfully asking,
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Mad, I'm truly sorry to disturb your morning entertainment. Look, the magician's body
seems to have some spare holes; why don't you pick one to use?" Dewey chuckled, spreading Joanna's long,
slender, white legs, exposing her honeyed vulva, smeared with dried semen, to Old Mad's eyes.
"This, how can I? How can this old servant be worthy to play with the young master?" Old Mad waved his hands repeatedly,
refusing without hesitation; in his mind, such an act was an impolite and transgressive act, disregarding hierarchy.
"What's there to be worthy of, Mad? Do you remember I said you were like my father? You
've even slept with my mother; what's wrong with playing with a bitch with me?" Dewey enthusiastically
squeezed and kneaded Joanna's full breasts, coaxing her.
"This, this is..." Old Mad stammered, feeling awkward upon hearing Dewey mention the Countess. Dewey was
his loyal master, yet he had a sexual relationship with his master's mother, and more than once. Although Dewey
claimed to be indifferent, Old Mad felt deeply uneasy, unsure if Dewey truly cared
. He had even harbored a fleeting fantasy of forming a family with Dewey and the Countess, but
he immediately dismissed it; this was not something a lowly servant like himself should be thinking.
"Are you going to disobey my orders, Mad?" Seeing Old Mad's hesitant and embarrassed expression, Dewey suddenly
darkened his face and coldly questioned him.
"No, no, no, how could this old servant dare... it's just that, this is really..." Old Mad wrung his hands, seemingly
terrified. Although he didn't want to disobey Dewey's orders, he felt it was wrong.
"Then hurry up! Give that thing that made my mother so happy, Master Magician, another good time
!" Dewey shouted, startling Old Mad. He scrambled
to Dewey's feet, muttering "Yes, yes," and, under Dewey's intense gaze, thrust his hard penis into Joanna's honeypot
.
"Good, good, Master's cock is in, ah..."
Joanna showed no resistance to Old Mad's penetration, instead appearing delighted,
her legs wide open, her vagina seemingly alive, swallowing Old Mad's entire penis. Seeing
how easily Old Mad's penis penetrated deep into Joanna's honeypot, Dewey wondered
how many times Old Mad had explored that cavity last night, making Joanna's vagina so adaptable to the shape of his thick, dark penis, and even teaching
Joanna to say such vulgar words as "cock."
Old Mad's penis, though not as thick or long as Dewey's, was still quite large. Dewey felt it was
even larger than his father, Earl Raymond's, which was probably the only area where he could surpass Earl Raymond. He wondered which
his mother, the Countess,
preferred more, Earl Raymond's ordinary penis or his cheap father Old Mad's large one. But women probably all preferred bigger ones, so it seemed Old Mad had the upper
hand in that regard, Dewey thought maliciously.
Through the vaginal walls, Dewey could clearly feel Old Mad's penis filling Joanna's vagina completely,
reaching all the way to her clitoris. He had never been with a woman with Old Mad before. Although he didn't have
the same pleasure as other men in playing with women, seeing this arrogant female magician sandwiched between them in
a threesome gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
"Um, young master, this old servant will get started."
Old Mad still seemed a little reserved, speaking somewhat guiltily to Dewey. Dewey nodded, indicating that
he could do whatever he wanted, and continued thrusting rapidly into Joanna's already lubricated anus,
kissing her smooth neck, his fingers gently pinching Joanna's engorged, erect pink nipples, teasing her desire
.
"Master, please move faster, um... use Master's big cock, ah... make Joanna's
little hole a complete mess, ah..."
Joanna exhaled a hot, fragrant breath, coquettishly sucking on her fingers, her
half-open, starry eyes filled with desire, the tender flesh inside her anus constantly writhing, her honey hole tightly enveloping Old
Mad's thick, dark penis. With Dewey's consent and seeing Joanna's fiery passion, Old Mad
could no longer restrain himself. Panting, he gripped Joanna's smooth thighs with both hands, his lower body thrusting rhythmically
into the tight, warm honey hole of this ice-cold beauty he had controlled with his evil magic.
"Ah...ah...ah...Master's cock...uh...mmm...good
...so powerful...ah...ah...reaching the deepest point...ah...mmm...ah!"
Dewey and Old Mad could both clearly feel the intense movements of each other's penises inside Joanna. As if telepathically
connected, they gradually adjusted to a synchronized rhythm, their two hard, thick penises thrusting in and out together, vigorously rubbing
against the tender walls of the ice-cold beauty's front and back orifices, making her squirt with lustful fluids, panting heavily, completely losing
her usual cold demeanor.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Joanna's delicate face flushed red, her body burning hot as she was immersed in Dewey and Old
Mad's storm-like assault. The indescribable pleasure made her moan uncontrollably, twisting her slender
waist and buttocks to meet their thrusts. Her vagina and anus were stretched wide open, rapidly swallowing and releasing two large, dark
, hot penises. The sounds of their lewd intercourse were incessant.
Dewey and Old Mad were getting increasingly comfortable inside Joanna's vagina, the three of them pressed together, their bodies
colliding. Dewey inhaled the fragrance of Joanna's hair, his hands constantly kneading her full breasts.
Old Mad had abandoned his initial restraint, thrusting freely into Joanna's overflowing
vagina, her juices constantly gushing from their point of contact with his movements.
"Ah...ah...um...uh...uh..."
Reaching the climax, Joanna couldn't help but wrap her arms around Old Mad's neck, offering her fragrant lips in a passionate
kiss. Although caught off guard, Old Mad quickly returned to the mood, sucking Joanna's pink tongue
into his mouth. Their tongues intertwined and licked, exchanging saliva.
"Uh...um...ah...um..."
Old Mad greedily sucked on Joanna's cherry lips, and soon their lips parted, a glistening, lustful
line of saliva connecting them. Joanna's face was flushed with desire; the pleasure of being attacked by two penises simultaneously had made her feel
lightheaded and unaware of what she was doing. The two men gazed at each other for a moment, then Old Mad kissed Joanna's cherry lips again. This
time, it wasn't just her mouth; Old Mad kissed Joanna's pretty face haphazardly, occasionally sticking out his large tongue
to lick Joanna's snow-white, delicate skin like a dog.
Dewey's penis was making its final thrusts in Joanna's anus, one hand rubbing Joanna's engorged, erect
nipples, the other hand reaching down to stimulate and play with Joanna's clitoris. Old Mad kissed his way down Joanna's neck,
reaching out to grab Joanna's right breast that Dewey had released, bringing it close to his face and taking the nipple into his mouth,
sucking hard as if trying to draw out milk. Almost every sensitive part of Joanna's body was being played with by the two men.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm going to, I'm going to come, ah..."
Joanna let out a high-pitched moan, finally reaching her climax under the combined assault of the two men
. Not only did her vagina overflow with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, but even her urethra gushed out a clear liquid. This was probably Joanna's
first time experiencing a squirt.
Then, Old Mad shuddered, unable to hold back his ejaculation, pressing his glans tightly against Joanna's clitoris.
A large amount of semen instantly filled Joanna's cavity and uterus, the overflowing semen even
flowing backward from their point of union.
Seeing that both of them had reached their climax, Dewey felt it was about time too. He quickly thrust a few more times, tightly gripping
Joanna's large breasts, and gushing out hot, white semen, immediately filling the beautiful woman's anus with
a sticky, disgusting liquid.
"Ah! Ah! So hot! It's all full! Full of Master's semen! Ha... Ah! Uh... Hmm
... Ha... Ah... Ah..."
Joanna's vaginal canal was filled with the man's hot semen. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes wide open, she gasped for breath
, her voice rapid and seductive, occasionally letting out alluring moans, her pretty face flushed.
Old Mad was panting heavily. He was old and weak, his stamina not as good as Dewey's, and besides,
he hadn't fully recovered from last night's orgasm. After one round, Old Mad felt he needed to rest. Dewey, on the other hand, felt better.
Perhaps it was because of the doggy style position, but he didn't seem as tired as when he was with Vivian. But after such intense
intercourse, Dewey still needed to catch his breath.
"Ha... Ha... Ha... Uh..."
Joanna leaned against Dewey, her body limp, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Dewey and Old
Mad caressed Joanna's body, their four hands slowly roaming over her smooth skin, stroking her
sensitive areas. Their two slightly limp penises remained deeply inserted into Joanna's vagina,
feeling the warmth and tightness within her.
After a short rest, Old Mad looked at Dewey, seemingly seeking his opinion on whether they should continue.
Dewey nodded, grabbed Joanna's waist, pushed her forward, and tossed the cloak he was sitting on
to Old Mad.
Old Mad understood immediately, throwing the cloak behind him and leaning back on it. Dewey
and Old Mad, with Joanna between them, fell down with Old Mad. Old Mad lay on the cloak, Joanna...
Joanna lay face down on Old Mad, while Dewey stood behind them, grabbing Joanna's shapely buttocks.
"Again...again?"
As Old Mad and Dewey began their movements inside her again, Joanna hadn't fully
recovered from the pleasure of her orgasm. Being simultaneously brought to orgasm by two penises wasn't something every woman experienced. This
female magician, who was a virgin yesterday, now had every usable orifice on her body played with by men.
Joanna's breasts were pressed against Old Mad's chest, her soft flesh and hard pink nipples constantly pushing against
his chest, giving him immense pleasure. Old Mad held Joanna's waist firmly with his hands, his penis
rhythmically and forcefully thrusting into the delicate flower of the snow-white beauty, continuously squeezing out streams
of thick semen from their point of union.
Dewey wasn't to be outdone, his thick, dark penis relentlessly ravaging Joanna's anus. The monstrous penis
stretched the female mage's anus to its limit, brutally thrusting inside her, giving Joanna no
chance to catch her breath.
"Ah...ah...ah...uh..."
From the front came Old Mad's leisurely thrusts, each one reaching her core, while from behind came Dewey's frenzied
, storm-like thrusts. Two completely different pleasures surged simultaneously from both ends. At this moment, Joanna could only open her
mouth wide and moan wildly, completely unable to think of anything else.
Old Mad reached out and grabbed Joanna's full breasts from the side, his calloused hands caressing her
smooth skin. Dewey's ten fingers dug into Joanna's elastic buttocks, each thrust
pushing his penis all the way into her anus. The muddy sound of water echoed continuously at the point where the three's bodies were joined,
accompanied by the "slap slap slap" of flesh colliding.
"Ah...ah...ah!"
Under their vigorous penetration, Joanna reached another climax, her honeyed orifice gushing forth.
The female magician, feeling utterly exhausted and her bones about to fall apart, hadn't even had time to savor the afterglow of her orgasm before being overwhelmed by
the pleasure of their union.
As the urge to ejaculate intensified, Dewey and Old Mad felt they had reached their limits.
The extreme comfort of Joanna's tight, hot orifices and the increasingly unrestrained and seductive moans of the ice-snow beauty made it
impossible for them to stop. The rhythmic thrusting of another man's penis into the ice-snow beauty's cavity through the walls of her flesh
gave them an unusual pleasure.
"Ah...ah...ha...ah..."
Joanna arched her back, embracing Old Mad's head and burying him deeply between her breasts.
Old Mad gripped Joanna's waist tightly, his penis rapidly thrusting in and out of the ice-snow beauty's honeyed orifice in its final
sprint.
With a shudder, Old Mad's scrotum trembled, and his glans, pressed tightly against Joanna's vulva, ejaculated a large amount of
white fluid, staining Joanna's honeypot. Joanna pressed Old Mad's head tightly against her chest,
drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, her starry eyes filled with moisture, and her snow-white thighs twitching slightly, looking as if she had been internally ejaculated into a
daze.
As if sensing the impact of Old Mad's ejaculation, Dewey, though wanting to hold on a little longer,
had already uncontrollably ejaculated. After a brief blankness in his mind after ejaculation, Dewey
pulled his now limp penis out of Joanna's anus, bringing with it a large stream of semen that flowed onto Joanna's
thighs, merging with the white marks left earlier.
Perhaps his desire had been temporarily satisfied, Dewey pulled up his pants again and dressed properly. Seeing this, Old Mad
hurriedly pulled his penis out of Joanna's vagina, laid her down on the ground,
and hastily dressed her. He then respectfully stood beside Dewey, awaiting his orders.
"Young Master, where do we go next?" Old Mad finally couldn't help but ask, seeing Dewey deep in thought
.
"Next, of course, is to leave this island. Do you want to live here forever?" Dewey chuckled, his right
hand making a random gesture, then reaching up to feel something hard on his body. He pulled it out and
saw it was Joanna's jade flute, which he casually picked up and began to play with. "What about Jojo?" Old Mad 　　asked worriedly,
pointing to Joanna, whose lower body was a mess, curled up, and resting with her eyes closed . 　　"Isn't this bitch your slave? Just take her with you." 　　Dewey glared at him and walked out on his own. A moment later, Old Mad came out, followed by 　　Joanna, already fully dressed in white armor with exquisite openwork patterns, snow-white silver hair, and 　　a cold, arrogant expression. In an instant, the female mage who had just been brought to multiple orgasms by them reverted to her 　　original aloof demeanor. 　　That slightly mocking look in her eyes made Dewey want to pin her down and fuck her hard again 　　, but he knew this wasn't the time. The most important thing now was to leave this place, see 　　that old man Chris, and return safely. 　　He felt a strange unease, a vague sense that a huge change was about to happen. 　　Dewey suppressed that unease and led Old Mad and Joanna to meet up with Vivian.

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