- We have quite a bit left. The main thing is to preserve the human form before we finish.

At that moment, both looked at the clock. The hands showed six o'clock.

“You don't remember what time the sun sets here?” - seriously asked Bonnie.

“About seven,” Sam remembered.

- In this case, we better hurry.

KON EIGHT

The cubes jumped five times before stopping in the middle of the board, showing ten points. The red figure stood at 57, almost reaching the end of the chain of cells. Sam read the inscription on the tablet:

My kiss is your curse

And my last gift

He will give you the opportunity more often

Giving another love

From now on let him get strong

And your phallus will be strong,

But it will not fade with cute

You cannot fulfill your saint’s duty.

And the seed won't run dry anymore.

What you reap - reap

Bear the gift of you through time

Give love while you live

The young man frowned, and then suddenly the weight returned and the member who had shot out began to rise for the third time.

- What's again? - asked Bonnie in surprise. - Now it will always be?

“But it will not fade away until you fulfill your saint with your sweet duty,” repeated the words of Sam. - All clear. This lustful goddess doomed me to the eternal riser.

“It sounds pessimistic out of your mouth, but you know, this is a pretty cool opportunity.” - She immediately rushed to get better: - Well, in the sense of many girls love when a guy can do it many times.

- Yeah.

Bonnie glanced once more at Sam’s growing rod and reached for the dice.

“Little bit more,” she reminded, either to the guy or to herself.

She did not pull with a throw. When the cubes froze, showing four points, the red figure moved and moved forward to the number 51, and then again to 63.

“I think you won a prize move,” Sam noticed.

And on the plank already loomed chains of letters.

In one move you pass two
Lucky price too
Eneda loves young maidens
Beautiful, juicy, naughty

I love men, I love children,
Conceived in the womb of mothers
But you are still quite young
In the healthy womb of emptiness

What awaits when your cargo spills,
He who will conceive a child in you
So start to bloom
Baby to carry

Your price for this turn -
Nursing become you in advance
My special gift for you -
Be forever full of milk

Bonnie had not yet managed to finish reading how even larger elastic breasts swelled one more size, making their hostess literally moan. It seemed to Sam that each of them now weighs no less than a ton, so full and heavy they seemed.

On the sharp tips of the nipples appeared the first whitish drops.

“No,” the blonde dropped, as if in response to her quiet protest, the first thin streams splashed out. - Mmmm. Sam, do something.

- What? - the young man could not take his eyes off the spectacle. - What can I do?

- Stop watching! What are you staring at?

- I ... - He could not find the words. - I didn’t think that breast-flowing breasts could be like that ...

Several jets hit him on the face and slightly brought to life.

- Does it hurt you? - asked the guy.

“They're so heavy, Sam,” Bonnie moaned. - Too much milk! This stupid goddess will kill me!

“I will help,” the young man said.

He jumped up and flew up to the girl, marveling at the march of how fast and strong his body had become.

“Let me go,” he said gently, hardly considering something, being drunk from the excitement and smell of breast milk that filled the living room.

Bonnie did not resist, silently and confidentially looked at Sam and leaned forward.

His lips found her swollen wet nipple and squeezed him. The mouth was warmly filled and at that moment the guy was ready to discharge a third time.The milk from Bonnie Gray's breast flowed profusely and he had to swallow it in order to greedily suck up new and new portions.

“K-ohhhhhhhhhh,” the blonde said in a broken voice.

Her tongue stumbled. Fingers climbed into Sam's dark hair. Along with sweet languor came relief.

Then the young man switched to the second breast and it became even better. She closed her legs together to overcome the growing heat between them, but it was in vain. It seemed to Bonnie that the chair beneath her was already wet through from her juices.

Sam's strong hands lay on her huge milkings. Emboldened, he squeezed them in his hands and it seemed to him that the milk poured with a new force. Satisfied with them, he now just milked Bonnie, helping her to get rid of the heavy load and marveling at how much fit in these incredible milkings.

She hugged him so tightly that she felt the beat of his heart.

“We need to finish,” the girl reminded.

Silently, they looked at the board, frozen on the table, and then it dawned on Sam.

“What happens if one of us wins?”

- What?

- The rules say that we have to finish the game before sunset, but it doesn’t say what will happen to the one who loses.

Bonnie thought about his words.

- If you throw out 12 points, then win.

- I'm not worried for myself. - Sam looked at the girl. - What if there is only one winner in this game? After all, the one who lost is not technically finished the game.

“You have to quit,” Bonnie insisted. - It is unlikely that there will be 12. And, if that happens, we will think what to do next.

- And if you still fall out?

In the eyes of the girl, Sam read the fear that she diligently concealed.

- Would you quit? He asked her, and she shook her head.

- And I can not. - He thought a little. - If at least one of us has a chance for salvation - you need to use it.

- What do you mean?

- I'll throw one dice. Take turns. Perhaps, if the first time does not fall six, then I can safely throw the second, and then you will throw ... The main thing is to score the necessary number of points.

- Not! - cut off Bonnie. - Do you think I will do that?

- But ...

- No but! - she bit her lip. - If you stay, then I stay.

“There is no point in two sacrifices,” he protested, but her look said it all for her. She will not play this game.

Sam glanced at his watch. It was forty-two minutes to seven o'clock.

“Forgive me,” he said. - It's my fault. There was no need to get this thing out of the basement.

- Do not talk nonsense. I myself persuaded you to play. - Bonnie took his hand and became as warm as never before. - We will live to see sunset, and then be what will happen.

“You’re probably very sorry now that Director Hawley made you come to me,” the young man grinned sadly.

- You are a fool, Sam. For the first time in two weeks spent in joint activities, I do not regret it.

He looked at her incredulously, and she smiled. And there was something in that smile that he had never noticed in Bonnie Gray. That is, now it was not even she, but at the same time Bonnie is still the same ... but the smile is different ... alien ... kind and warm. Maybe she was so behind all this cover of coldness and cruelty.

And for some reason he wanted to hug her and kiss her.

His strong arms pulled the girl closer. She opened her eyes wide when their lips joined and his tongue at first timidly penetrated her mouth and then began to examine it in a businesslike manner. Her beautiful young body pressed against him.

Sam felt Bonnie's stiffened nipples touch his chest, and her own breast flattened under pressure. He was amazed when he felt how wet it was between her legs. His fingers stroked her neat slit, played with the knob of her clitoris. First ... Read more →