Syncletia Brings the Brothers Together

Syncletia purred at Spyro's suggestion. "Thinking with your head, eh Spyro?" The elder bate-Brother nodded. "J-j-join them and we may be able to put one together b-b-between the t-t-two of us." Beside him, Brother Julius continued to blindly pump his ebony monolith, oblivious to their conversation and anything that was not directly stimulating his bate-state. Whether Spyro's theory had merit or not, Syncletia would never pass up the opportunity to get a grip on such a perfect piece of fuckmeat, and the prospect of handling the senior Onananite's unharnessed shaft was a temptation she had dream of for ages.

Licking her plush lips clean of Spyro's most recent spray, Syncletia let her powerful quads lower her down onto her knees, dropping into the wet muck that filled the goonchamber. Half crawling forward, the stink of the Onanites' emissions were even more overpowering after having the closed the short few feet's distance to the floor coated beneath. The bimbo nun breathed in deeply, submitting her throat and sinuses to the ****, as she reached up to wrap one hand at the root of Brother Spyro's massive prong, from which thickly corded veins throbbed wildly, finally freed after years in the harness. The Master Onanist gasped at the bare touch, eyes rolling back in their sockets as his heavy brown ballsack spasmed another shot of jizz over Syncletia's shoulder. Unleashed, Spyro's halting stutter seemed to vanish as he was freed to fully vocalize his decades-suppressed needs. "Nghhhfuck! Penis my cock!"

Syncletia was ready to oblige. With one hand still wrapped firmly around Spyro's root, she tugged him closer towards Brother Julius' batestation. Leaning forward, Syncletia flexed out her wet tongue and planted it squarely on Julius' lolling sac, laving each ball in hot drool as she continued to tug at Spyro's handle. "Nghhh!" the blind bator moaned at the surprise contact, his body convulsing against the couch. A fountain of clear precum erupted from his purpled crown, slickening his double-fisted pumps.

Fondling the heavy weight of each swollen testicle with her tongue, Syncletia gave a long lick up the length of Julius' shaft before bringing a hand up to grab hold of his root. Leaning back, she smiled beatifically as she brought the two Onanites' monstercocks together in a sticky cock-kiss, mashing their mushroom heads together to join the flow of precum into a single stream. "Nghh yessss dongbonded! Frotfuck us sister-slut! I must cocksex with my penisbrother!" Spyro's gibbering reached a more intense pitch, as Julius' low bass moans resolved into a series of grunts, matched in time as he humped his hips up off the couch.

Squatting up on her haunches, Syncletia grabbed firm hold over the two bucking members and pressed them together with a wet smack, two feet of corded veins rubbing against each other as the **** gooners began to hump the lengths of their shafts in a syncopated rhythm. Syncletia's quim spasmed at the sight, adding a few ounces of squirt to the floor beneath her, as she marveled at the thick tower of monstercock grinding in front of her. Paired together, the Onanites' black and white staves were at least as thick around as her muscled calves, their drooling cockheads a pulsing pair of fists.

There was no hesitation in Syncletia's mind: she was going to mount this double column of cockmeat and drain the details of Brother Julius's vision out of them, if it left her cunt cored out for a fortnight.