Hillary had always laughed at the old saying that goes like this: Overdosing is riding a devil straight to heaven. Yeah that was real cute because right now she was learning it was 100% true, except the devil had a fat vibrating cock and she was the one doing all the riding.
Zaja's weird violet energy kept frying her nerves. His Perpetual Vibrator skill made his dick buzz like a goddamn jackhammer on steroids! With every fucking zapp shooting straight into her brain and turning it into mush.
Her bountiful breasts bounced like they wanted to jump off her chest and crawl over Zaja, her pussy kept clamping so hard she was scared she'd snap the bastard in half, then loosening just enough to slam down again.
The sounds were prominent in the room… repeatedly and steadily, almost rhythmically.
Up, down, up, down. Tah! Tah! Tah! Tah!
She was several degrees past normal and nothing left in her head except "Milk this dick and milk it fucking dry!" she spun around into a reverse cowgirl without even thinking, allowing Zaja to have a cinematic view of her bountiful ass and her pinkish butthole, twerking so fast her ass cheeks sounded like machine gun fire.
Ratatata!!
Zaja just leaned back as cool as an iced cucumber, "Not bad," he said with a lazy voice as he enjoyed the bitch milk his cock. "But you better fuck me like your life depends on it, heiress. Because quite frankly, your life does depend on it…"
She couldn't even hear him at this point. She was drooling with her tongue out and her pupils dilating and contracting in a blissful chaos of lust and desire. She flipped again, wrapped her arms around his neck, and shoved her tongue down his throat while her hips kept posting like a succubus on a payday.
"Oh how I love a woman that knows how to use her waist… all those nights of getting spunked by King Percival did you some good! Look how you're rocking that cock like a pro!!" Zaja broke off the tongue kiss and hailed her as he was easily impressed at her dick riding prowess.
The chair finally gave up and exploded into splinters. That didn't stop her, she locked her legs around his waist and kept riding like the world was ending.
Hours passed by and cum was everywhere. Dripping down her thighs, pooling on the floor, splattered across both of their stomachs. She'd lost count of how many times he had sent hot cum up her vagina and her belly was actually starting to look a little swollen from taking all that desire cum.
And she still wasn't stopping.
Somewhere in the ceiling, a little crystal orb floated quietly, recording every second of the Wagner heiress loosing her goddamn mind. Eventually the noise of their coitus got too loud to ignore causing servants and fancy Valthorne nobles to come running running.
They kicked down the door and froze as the scent of sex oozed around the room. There was their precious Zaja, pinned to the broken chair, his shirt ripped to shreds, getting absolutely railed by a heiress who was screaming "Fucking cum inside me!! Empty those sweet balls into my womanhood!" between sloppy kisses.
Immediately Zaja noticed their presence, he switched up and put on the performance of his life.
"Help! Somebody help!" he shouted at the very top of his voice, fake tears and all. "She's raping the fuck out of me! I'm too young to be a father! She gonna drain me till I die!"
It wasn't looking too good for Hillary, from the looks of things. The servants bought it instantly and a dozen of them charged in, grabbing Hillary's arm and waist trying to yank her off his dick.
But that turned out to be a massive mistake as Hillary snarled, swing her arm and every servant went flying through the air like human bowling pins.
"This bloody cock is mine!" she roared as she climbed back onto the vessel and slammed her hips down so hard the floor cracked. "Nobody touches my vibrating cummer!!"
The nobles finally snapped out of it and they raised their hands, glowing with Arcane energy ready to blast the crazy bitch off their matriarchs favourite boy-toy.
In that instant, the temperature of the room quickly skyrocketed, faster than anyone could keep up with. And immediately Zaja felt the heat, he knew who the one and only person capable of producing that much heat in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
A flaming comet smashed through the wall like the wrath of an angry sun. The nobles were sent flying with half their clothes on fire, screaming as they hit the opposite end of the walls.
Lady Elyria Valthorne landed in the middle of the room, steam rolling off her body and her eyes glowing like twin incinerators.
She took one look at the scene: Zaja looking helpless and pinned to the ground, Hillary impaled and somehow still riding him like a possessed animal, and just like that, something inside the matriarch snapped like a dry twig.
"Hillary dos Wagner?" Elyria hissed with a low and deadly voice.
The woman riding the vessel's dick just grinned with her eyes scarlet and her tongue hanging out with drool and jizz dripping down her chin.
Elyria's fist smashed into the girl's chest so hard the wall behind her exploded outward, sending Hillary flying fifty feet and carved a drench pit in the courtyard, knocking the bitch out cold. She wasn't done there, she literarily took one step and flashed right to the spot the unconscious girl lay, leaving an after image behind.
"You fucking little cum catcher!!! the King's dick wasn't enough for you?" her foot came down like a falling star on Hillary's skull, further widening a crater in the ground.