[Devi] Give Chantel encouraging words in her time of need.

As the scene has played out, Devi has continued to nurse you with food and a tight fist around your cock, pumping you nearly to orgasm in preparation for wherever next you'd spend it. As Chantel writhes, her pussy spasming {if@ Chantel_xenia = true}{if@ Chantel_nutmeg = true}whenever Xenia and Nutmeg give it a brief rest{else}as Xenia leaves it glistening with spit and Chantel's own juices{endif}{elseif Chantel_nutmeg = true}whenever the other whore in the room is done fucking it with her tongue{else}as the whirlwind of sex surrounds her upper-torso{endif}, you hope she doesn't slowly forget why you're doing this. It could well be that, amid the torment you've scheduled, she may eventually forget, or even already forgot, that you want her to beg for it... to want it, more than anything else in this world. It's something that you've never experienced, or else experienced with significantly less passionate words than you like to imagine, and here now was a woman deserving of the punishing experiment to make them real. "I'm close," you whisper to Devi. She slows and reduces her grip to a gentle caress, letting you regain control... only now you don't want it. "Devi, drink up... but don't swallow it all."

Eyes wide with delight, Devi quickly clears her throat in some imitation of regained composure before diving down to her knees, eagerly taking you into her mouth with practiced mastery. The sudden introduction of that moist, practiced hole is just how you wanted to finish this cycle, and soon enough you're pumping your disturbing volume into her maw and down her gullet. "Keep your mouth full when I finish!" you grunt excitedly. {if@ Morality > 0}It's hard to not still love this, despite the circumstances, despite her lack of control. Devi is drinking your cum with a smile, following your orders to the T.{else}You'd never tire of this: watching the cocktease of yesteryear on her knees, happily, drunkenly sipping your seed with a blissful smile.{endif} She follows your orders well and, once she withdraws that beautiful mouth, reveals a tongue, teeth, and cheeks brimming with baby batter. {if Evo_superiorseed = true}Given your new potency, it takes everything in her power to not tip over while she experiences multiple orgasms from holding it there.{else}Her body trembles with orgasm, but she stays rigid and loyal to your orders.{endif} "Go feed Chantel... and then tell her how wonderful it will be once I knock her up." With raised eyebrows, perhaps unhappy that she won't get to drink your spunk all for herself, she nonetheless complies, {if@ Chantel_diana = true}shoving Di aside to make room for herself at your prisoner's mouth.{elseif Chantel_ophelia = true}pulling away the suffocating tit that was filling Chantel's mouth with a different kind of white.{else}smiling with sealed lips as she hovers over the ****, terrified expression of your prisoner.{endif}

Devi squeezes Chantel's moaning mouth open, and lets your seed snowball in a visible stream down into the shocked mouth of your swarthy-skinned whore. The flavor, too potent and too welcome to do anything but drink it, doesn't spill out of her mouth until she springs her head upwards for fear of drowning while laying down. She twists about, swallowing and coughing as Devi comforts and coos the out-of-place lass. "Don't worry, that won't be the last time you get to enjoy it," she states matter-of-factly, a sincere smile on her face. Chantel, whose body trembles under the influence of so direct a dose of your seed, still manages to look up horrified. Devi lowers herself onto the bed next to her{if@ Chantel_georgia = true} and across from Georgia{endif}, letting her hand slide and roam over the tender patch of meat between her pubic mound and her stomach, where an ovulating uterus bides its time. Devi wedges herself in, pressing her breasts against the lithe torso of the impending receptacle of your jizz. "He's going to come inside of you... and thus far it seems he has had a 100% chance at successfully impregnating women on the first attempt at ejaculating anywhere inside their birth canal. Given your present stage, you're already ovulating if his senses are to be believed - and they are, they're always right, too. So relax... give in..."

She leans in, whispering words that only Chantel gets to hear, and flicking her cum-soaked tongue into Chantel's waiting ear between sentences. "... and start to dream of the beautiful life growing inside of you, and the beautiful life you will live here, with him... just like us."