Aching inches of throbbing tool swab the zaika’s oral orifice, rapid, luxurious pumps that carry you to her deepest, tightest places, and outwards, into the coolness of Dhaal’s atmosphere. It’s nice when someone swallows, but it’ll be more fun, you think, to coat this girl in cum. You’re nothing if not merciful - she won’t be knocked out by what you’ve got coming. Your hyper-ready nutsack claps hard into the luscious pucker of your shuddering dick-sucker. All the orgasmic weight churning up inside it grows heavier with subsequent collisions, and your senses are wholly possessed by the ocean of need rising. Despite the fact that you’ve got a mouthload of meat stuffed into this overstretched onahole, you’re... gonna pull... out... NOW!
Fat threads of alabaster spooge surge from your cock-heads, bursting with molten force, striping the zaika’s pink-wine flesh in steaming loads of potent semen. Her color-shifting hair gets absolutely drenched by your seed, and by the third and fourth cumshots respectively, you’ve given her some brand new earrings to be proud of. Opal decorations dribble down the cum-slut’s pasted face, while you thrust your hips for all you’re worth. Grateful for the treats, the vigorously fucked thief opens her palms to catch the spillage and keeps her mouth open, eager for a taste of your milk. Keeping it all aimed at her is a tough prospect, but if you can’t reward your whore then you’ll definitely be the laughing stock here. That can’t happen!
Sensing that your orgasm is nowhere near over, the milk-thief wordlessly assists with that. The softest hands on the most sensitive cockflesh make your eyes roll back from the overwhelming sensations of touch short-circuiting your brain. Sputters of half-finished orgasm are sparked into a relentless tide of impactful bursts that startle her at first, but then she takes your violent ejaculations like a champ, working your pink cocks like levers, aiming the vast majority of your cum reservoir to the places it needs to go, hosing herself down in thick layers of glaze. All too quickly, the whole of her body overflows with the gouts of free-spurting spunk, and now she’s like a new breed of galotian or rahn. Each fat liquid stream that hits her sends a cascade of sperm in all directions, a wild varnishing rain that impresses your audience greatly.
But it’s far from over. Oh she has no idea the tsunami she’s brewing up right now. Instinctive convulsions scour upwards, twisting about your spine. Your fingers stretch out and go crazy in the joints. When ‘it’ hits, she hits the ground, knocked back by what feels like the most powerful streaming gush of jizz. Following that expulsion are even greater volumes! How you remain standing now is a mystery that’ll never be solved. The only parts of you that exist are between your thighs, flexing out its entire inflamed length and girth in jizz in contiguous streams of virile potential.
It’s glorious. Absolutely glorious. You’re not even yourself, you’re just floating in whited-out darkness, thwacking your hips forward and just cumming in all directions. Arcs of splatter stain your brand of sexual graffiti on the walls and windows of nearby buildings. Storefronts are ruined. Every drop of your monstrous, teeming lust is deposited on everyone who dares stand near. If your crotch was a spaceship and your urethras were hull breaches, then the sheer venting you’re doing is explosive decompression that floods the street in a biblical climax that refuses to abate. The phantom sensation of her hands clings to you, and by comparison, you feel nothing of yourself. You just cum, because it’s all your body’s good for.
When your head stops craning and fixes itself, it’s like a plug being inserted into a robot. Your sight clicks back on, and you’re very aware of being surrounded by a glowing pearl crowd. Letting out the air you’ve been holding, you wonder if you’ve breathed at all in the last five or ten minutes. Once you do, everyone erupts into obscene howls.
Silence is broken by a screech. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” A clamor of bickering and bitching immediately breaks out.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! WHAT IS ALL THIS GUNK AND WHERE DID IT COME FROM!?”
“FUCKING OFF-WORLDERS! Spraying CUM ALL OVER THE TOWN... why do we put up with this!?”
“I didn’t know there was an orgy going on!”
“So bitches can be brought up for drawing on the walls and yet a rusher can just swoop in and cover us all in cum? What the fuck!!”
Laughing hurts, but you can’t help yourself. Not only did you hose down your suckslut, but you’ve caked the entire audience too. Well, they wanted to watch!
As for the thief.... Well, she’s off in dreamland. You admire your handiwork. She’s the center of her own spermy galaxy, rolling around like a pea in a pod, if the latter was a fucking gigaton of thick gunk. She’s too busy scooping everything into her mouth, uncaring for the witnesses. Finger after finger slides into lips that slurp the digits clean of all your still-warm jizz. The view reinvigorates your pricks, but you’re not keen on going another round like this. No way. It’s time to ghost.
Nobody follows you, thankfully. What the Gyre will do to that milk thief you’re not entirely sure, and you probably don’t want to find out. Given the nature of her augs, if she’s not careful she’ll be picked apart by the vultures. Whatever happens, you got what you wanted out of that ordeal.