Butter Boy
The door slowly groans its way shut, still longing for the polished hardwood closet door upstairs, as Natsume pats a teasing tap on its rear end. Lovely Nyatsume struts into the party holding Jain’s left hand and right tit in his hands. The strange titanic post-coital alpha odor catches Natsume’s dick off guard. Jain quickly notices that Natsume has suddenly gone from half-hard to full on throbbing. Panicking, Jain quickly throws her whole back out to hypnotize Natsume with her majestic mounds. Natsume forgor. Being good friends, Kite, Joie, and Syghie quickly armed themselves with Febreeze to eliminate the odor that Jain had gone nose-blind to.
Ryuk emerges towards the angular circular front looking perplexed that Jain has committed so many more thot crimes than he has. He’s jealous. In order to add to his body count, Ryuk quickly gestures to the group to cum back to play more of Eren’s smutty games. Swaying his hips back and forth, he attempts to mimic Jain’s honker’s hypnosis to convince the group to keep playing these lusty love games that get his disco stick all in a jizzy. However, he does not major in hypnaughty arts unlike Jain, so his hyponosis does not work on Kite, Joie, Syghie, and Jain (A/N: Natsume is still under Jain’s udder’s spell). That being said, everybody is horny and wants to get back to Eren’s grimy, slimy, and slippy games.
Eren, smoking crack that he bought from Best Buy, is elated to see the crowd finally has returned to the satanic pentagram antagonal united front. After hearing that the event needed an MC, Chris Mcclain casually appears from the Jaegermeister bottle, made by Kurt Hummel, Wilhelm Mast’s adopted gay son. He didn’t want a thot daughter, but rather a gay son to create an amazing liquor that every hunter across the globe from Germany to Liechenstein could enjoy. Jaegermeister is the drink of choice amongst all girl bosses, mansplainers, and milfs. Crack open a frigid Jaegermeister to experience a creamy, herbal, and meditative orgasm like no other~
“Okay campers!” Chris claps his hands at the assembled group. “Today’s challenge is to have sex through the mechanism of epic games. Eren will be refereeing this event to ensure that nobody cheats at the game. However, you are more than welcome to cheat on your partners if it adds some spicy pineapple drama.”
“Who should go next?” Kite asks, very relieved that Reiner was fine and unable to sue her. Eren, who saw Armin earlier and knew that Kite had some intense sexual tension with Armin when they worked together on a class project last semester, points at her.
“You go next, Kite.” He makes eye contact with his bestie Armin, hoping that he would use his male manipulator prowess to get the bottle to spin towards him. Armin nods at his mansplainer bestie, and prepares a strong magnet to get the metal cap of the Jagermeister bottle, containing an unchanged recipe since the beginning of its creation, to point towards him. Jagermeister is headquartered in Wolfenbuttel, Germany, Jain’s hometown. A Jaegerbomb is composed of a shot glass of Jägermeister dropped into a glass of Red Bull energy drink. You can even wake up with Jagermeister Cold Brew Coffee, with fair trade coffee and cacao <3
Kite is a fool, and doesn’t notice this interaction. She’s not really sure if she wants to hook up with anyone here, but her body still reacts to all of the pheromones that have flooded the room. Her hand shakes slightly as she leans forwards to spin the bottle, and the room grows quiet as the voluptuous bottle throws its rounded glass ass in a circle.
The glass bottle slows his rotations, and as it slows to a stop, Kite looks up from the cap of the bottle to the hot blond twink it was pointed towards. She gazes into his eyes, suddenly feeling shy as his pale blue orbs pierce into her. He looked at her like she was on the other side of a locked closet door, and he had a gun and was seductively manipulating her into opening it.
“Wait!” Syghie points towards the closet. “Look!” The deep russet brown closet began leaking a deep, shimmering purple mist. The closet doors began to vibrate, and downstairs, the front door quickly grew hard. The pressure is building up in the closet, and the mist begins seeping out quickly.
“Guys, back up!” Ritsuka calls out. Everyone scrambles backwards, with Ema wheeling her wheelchair backwards towards the entrance, staring at the door with trepidation. It smells… familiar, thinks Ema. But how?
The doors fling themselves open, exposing the inside of the closet shamelessly (the front door whines in response). Coiled in indigo steam, four pairs of orbs affix themselves to the frightened group in front of them.
“Well, well,” purrs an Ed Sheeran look-alike devil, with long orange hair and an aura of being an alto saxophone man. “A party, Ritsuka? And you didn’t think to invite us, butterfly?” She stammers in response, cheeks heating up.
“It’s one thing to not invite us,” whines Shiki, stepping forward out of the closet, the magic smoke curling his hair into their typical devil horns. “But you kicked me out twice.”
“Please,” scoffs the most boring looking princely type, icy blond devil. “You came back to hell cumming because of the monk that ejaculated on you. You hardly hated your interactions in this house.”
A slimy tall, blonde country boy devil, wearing assless chaps appears. However, this man does not wipe his ass, please keep this in mind, reader-chan. He is not hot. Please do not support Mage-sama on his love journey, reader-chan, I beggu of u >_< !
Mage digs his cowboy boots into the floor, “Howdy y’all. I just brought some biscuits from my mema.” He seductively spins around and leans down, presenting his flat ass. “And lucky for anyone interested, I cum pre-buttered.” Mage licks his lips, butter sliding down the sides of his mouth and ass, evidence of his sexy pregaming. (A/N: I don’t even want to talk about what this implies besties. Call this man popcorn, because butter is in all of his damn crevices Mage’s buttered transgressions actually caused the 2011 Norway butter crisis. You could call him a “Butter Boy.”)
Eren, noticing that Mage is already buttered up and ready to go, shoves Mage in the closet. He asks for consent, and Mage enthusiastically bends over begging for that thick attack of titanic dick. Eren slams his omega cock into Mage, sliding in easily due to the lubrication of the butter and the baren, erect closet begins levitating in pleasure.
struct group_info init_groups = { .usage = ATOMIC_INIT(2) };
struct group_info *groups_alloc(int gidsetsize){
struct group_info *group_info;
int nblocks;
int i;
Everybody, horny and stupid, ignores the implications of a potential hacking in the Asahina’s condomless condo. Moving on, baby boy Ryuk is annoyed that everybody is getting some, except for him, and demands that the rest of the group go elsewhere as Eren and Mage hold the closet hostage. Syghie knows just the place. Azusa and Tsubaki happen to have been home during this whole party. The clan ascends up the stairs towards the twins room. Syghie prys open the doors, spreading its cheeks wide open. It was very unsurprising what was behind the door.
Tsubaki’s short, angular tongue glides against Azusa’s lengthy, slimy tongue. The benefits of being non identical twins is the complementary combination of different tongue sizes when making out. Natsume shakes his head, his dick getting soft despite the throbbing of the iCock at the sight of his brothers once again partaking in REAL incest. (A/N: Uri Lovely Natsume-Oppa has standards. He is currently running his congressional campaign upon the promise to legalize all faux-cest and ban real incest, with exceptions of course through a process of appeals.)
Azusa pulls back, still trapped in Tsubaki’s strong embrace. “Good evening, everyone,” he mumbles, dazed and weak in the knees from his brother’s talented ministrations. “We were just practicing for a role. What mischief are you all causing?”
Tsubaki chuckles, tilting Azusa’s face back up towards him. “Saa, don’t be so mean, Azusa-nii chan. I’m sure they weren’t causing too much trouble in our condomless condo.”
nblocks = (gidsetsize + NGROUPS_PER_BLOCK - 1) / NGROUPS_PER_BLOCK;
/*Ehhh? What’s going on here? */
nblocks = nblocks ? : 1;
group_info = kmalloc(sizeof(*group_info) + nblocks*sizeof(gid_t *), GFP_USER);
if (!group_info)
return NULL;
group_info->ngroups = gidsetsize;
group_info->nblocks = nblocks;
atomic_set(&group_info->usage, 1);
Kite syghies and flops down onto the twin’s twin bed, slightly upset that the devils had cock blocked her from Armin (although TBH, that might have been for the best. Armin is weird). She barely registers the code typed above her. “Basically, we were playing seven minutes in heaven, Azuna got sent to super hell by Kira, I accidentally gave Reiner sex pollen and someone special had to give him a boob job to save his life since Eren never got him off, and then four demons appeared in the closet we were using and Eren started fucking one of them? Now the closets gone, demons are here, and we’re pretty bored. All the Jagermeister gravitated towards Eren and is stuck with him in the closet, so we’re tragically sober.”
Above them, in the rafters of the attic, Bertholdt gasps. “That’s the real rumbling! Eren taking back all of the Jaeger!” But as usual, no one acknowledges him.
Azusa sighs. “I suppose you could stay with us for the meantime.”
Suddenly, Natsume’s digitized cock ring is ringing off the hook. He wonders if his cute, toxic fiance, Jain had dialed his iCock with her massive titties, but it’s impossible to tell, as she has fallen asleep using her all natural, organic, non GMO bosoms as a kawaii pillow (A/N: she’s a lil tired from the whole Reiner situation. She’s used to pleasing men, but titans are a whole new territory, even for professional thot, Jain). A resounding laugh echoes from the Asahina whorehouse’s advanced security system.
system.out.println(“Attention all sinners. I have hacked into your non-Christian household and I now control all iCocks worldwide, and they’re all in the condomless condo.”);
The group startles, unsure from where that sexual yet haunting voice came from. Joie begins arming themselves with the strongest military grade weapons, ready to blow some shit up.
Lindo steps on the door, busting it open. The door screams in pleasure and finally cums. Ignoring the flood of cum, Lindo sings out to Ritsuka.
"I’ve cum this far telling myself, you’re just my sweet sister, only one year younger."
He grips his dick, stroking slowly, continuing his tune.
"Yet I can’t contain these emotions."
Remembering he is a good, pure Christian boy, he decides to accept his fate of blue balls and stops his ministration.
"And so I’ve decided. I shall become an exorcist to protect you."
Luciel (707) looks on in horror, as his dear bible study friend incestually embarasses himself on their secret mission. But fear not, 707 will not sucCUMb to the dancing devils and boisterous brothers. Or will he? It’s in God’s hands now.
system.out.println(“I’ll also show you a sweet dream next night.”);