Have sex with them

What better use for a horde of animate dicks? A curious sort of commotion overtakes the Miles as you go upstairs to your bedroom. The Miles observe impatiently as you slowly undress. They begin to visibly stiffen and dribble cum, as if drooling. The commotion turns to uproar as your pants go flying into your 'audience'.

You tap the bedsheets twice invitingly.

Sophie: "Come on! Now's your time to show me your true purpose. Ravage me! Fuck me 'till I'm a sore pile of minced meat!"

These words themselves are enough to make a few of them blow a load. The rest dive down onto your nude body, pummeling your skin in search of an orifice like sperm seeking an egg cell. In a matter of seconds, you're immersed in a sleeping bag of voracious fleshy tenctacles.

Even going to a bed seems unnecessary now. The Miles slither underneath your back and lift you up, sending you rolling down a slippy slide out of the room and back downstairs. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, you hardly even notice.

There must be three or four smaller Miles crammed up your vag simultaneously, all thrashing around independently. At the same time your behind is occupied by a single large one, which seems to find enjoyment out of spelunking endlessly deeper into your intenstines. The Miles seem to have practically formed a line for your mouth, only stopping there to nut themselves.

Orgasms get cranked out of you with **** efficiency. Despite nearly **** on semen and getting your insides tumbled around themselves, you enjoy the experience.

Battered, bruised, squished and squeezed, you slowly emerge out from the monstrous heap as more and more Miles tire themselves out. Those in your nether region seem to be fiercely territorial, and stand their ground until the last of their comptetitors have gone flaccid.

You slowly sit up and gag the quarter of a gallon seminal fluid from your mouth out onto your lap. It's apparent that you're the epicenter of a room-wide cumstain.

There's no standing up with these legs.

Sophie: "Uh.... Somebody carry me to the couch."

A few large nearby Miles obey and lazily heave you onto the sofa into a reclining position. One of them covers you with a blanket, and another one hands you the remote.

You could get used to this kind of treatment. And you suppose that you'll have to.

ENDING 17 -Cock Slaver-