Sona had to get herself back in order, as it was entirely possible that a new match could begin any moment now, and she had to look presentable. Her mascara was a bit runny, because a few tears had made their way down the sides of her face during her previous engagement - after all, doing what she did was very taxing, considering her coworkers and the circumstances surrounding them.
Not only that, but her lipstick was also totally messed up. Sure, most of it was currently beneath someone's pants, but it was not on Sona's lips. What little had remained on her visage was unevenly spread about, as a particular liquid had helped with removing swathes of it, leaving her in a very disheveled state. Unfortunately, the conveniences of being a Champion and being resurrectable via unfathomable magic did not include the re-appliance of make-up, which, when one thought about it, was weird.
Regardless, as she entered the restrooms, she was not thinking about what, exactly, she was going to do. Frankly, it made sense - Sona was very busy. Every single one of the Champions of the League of Legends was incredibly busy, what with the advent of the wildening of the Rift and the apparent popularization of the voyeuristic aspect of it. That occupational constancy, when paired with the possibility of being called in at any moment, was something that weighed heavily upon almost everyone, and really got in the way of doing anything.
So she simply walked up to one of the stalls, pushing the door open with such an absent-minded expression on her face, that only after closing it behind herself did she realize that there was something odd about the small space she had found herself in.
It was THAT one stall. The one with the hole in the wall. The one that, sometimes, featured a neighbor stall that was locked and, suspiciously, occupied. As Sona took in the sights, she was not entirely surprised, though she was a bit bothered by the fact that this was what she would be working with.
Aside from the taped hole in the wall - which was oddly spacious, wide enough for her to put her hand through it without any problem - there were other interesting things to observe. Lots, and lots, of scribbles. Some were simply text - similar to those funky announcements found everywhere, indicating that someone had been here. Others were drawings - lots of dicks here and there, as well as a funky little character who had some suspicious elements.
But that was not the most interesting thing about this particular stall. In fact, those were completely ordinary things that one could expect to find in a public restroom, or, at least, a semi-public restroom, such as the one Sona had been planning on making use of. What did stand out as out of the ordinary was a large piece of paper, taped to the wall over the toilet seat, split in three sections. The first, which took up the upper third of the page, posed a question.
Then, the other two sections - which were beneath the first and were both perpendicular to it - featured the answers to said question. Apparently, there was no great consensus on who had the bigger dick out of Soraka and Lillia, but to Sona that seemed self-evident. After all, Lillia… Well, she was packing heat. Soraka, on the other hand, had not shown off any signs of even having meat, let alone sporting a third leg, which was what she would need to compete with the doe.
Regardless, this scoreboard - as it was such and featured at least ten participants who had voted - could pass off as something that could be accepted as being part of this restroom's vibe. However, the presence of a little basket full of goodies was definitely not such. Either someone had left their things here - which Sona was a bit doubtful would happen, because who carried around such a coquettish, woven little basket around and filled it, openly, with the stuff that was in it?
There was a bottle in it, there was a stick of lipstick - those were the acceptable contents. There were also condoms, a whole pack of the things, each and every one the absolute biggest size - monster condoms for 'magnum dongs'. Aside from those, there were also beads. Beads far too small to be for one's rear, but still, seemingly, a bit larger than what would be reasonable to put in a penis… Though, considering the monster condoms, maybe there was a correlation?
Regardless, the most striking set of things were a ball stretcher - a heavy one at that - and an onahole. Not just any onahole, it was a KDA onahole. Officially licensed and sold… This one had been very generously used, so the text on the outside was a bit faded, though there was something legible about ninja-esque flexibility…
Yup, there was a theme revolving around the basket, and that theme swirled around a particularly huge member.
Though, Sona had seen that there had been no member poking through the tape-framed hoel in the wall. Still, she wound up glancing up at it, taking her gaze off of the basket… Only to be thoroughly startled by the presence of a VERY fat cock.
Evidently, there was someone on the other side of the wall. Sona had not noticed - courtesy of being in a bit of a rush and in a particular headspace - so when she had closed the door and had started shuffling about, looking at the stuff in the basket, whoever the culprit was had decided to present themselves… And it was a very stimulating presentation.
It smelled. No, that was an understatement. It reeked, but at the same time the pungent odor was not unpleasant or repulsive, no. That type of musk was powerful, intense… Alluring. As it washed over her, completely overwhelming her senses and stunning her, a small part of her mind managed to conclude that, unconsciously, she had entered this stall in particular, because it was closest to the source of the magnificent scent.
Then it was done. What was done? Her brain. It melted, it became mush. If she were to do an IQ test before and after taking a whiff of the purple horsecock in front of herself, the difference would be at least sixty points. She got stupid, but stupid horny.
It was so quick, so rapid, that she was almost startled by the sudden change. Her pussy clenched up, her cheeks were flush with slight embarrassment and great excitement, and her vision got a bit fuzzy, as if the massive, albeit flaccid, schlong before her was radiating such heat that it distorted the air and made it wiggle. Just looking at the phenomenal cock in front of her was enough to keep her entertained, in a sense, but also locked in place.
She did not know what to do. On one hand, she had, not so long ago, presented her services to those in need. Satisfaction had been hers, in a sense. She was also getting ready, or supposed to be getting ready, for a future match that would, probably, come any moment now. At the same time, though, the fire that had been ignited in her nether regions was going to be very unmanageable.
It was as though she was charmed by the thing. Balls so big they were easily more massive than a ripe plum, each… And, colorwise, they were not that far off. But there was more to them than that. Whereas a plum had this particular exterior, which was not very welcoming, the testicles that were present in the saggy scrotum in front of Sona were… Well, they were just begging to be fondled.
The weight that was clearly conveyed even without touching them, the depth at which they hanged… Clearly, the person on the other side used a ball stretcher very often, and the results were very appealing to behold. But that was not all there was to them. There was something else. The weight, or the appearance of weightiness, was accompanied by a defined gravidity. They were FULL. There was clearly so much spunk in those fat nuts that Sona was certain it would be enough to glaze three wedding cakes, and then some.
She licked her lips, still staring at the massive schlong. The longer she stayed here, the more unwilling she would be to leave without… Well, without getting acquainted with that fancy member. The smell was driving her absolutely insane, but so was the sight. The girth of the thing, even as it was mostly flaccid - though it was also somewhat erect, because, evidently, the one on the other side was getting a kick off of just the idea of being exposed in that manner - absolutely ludicrous.
Sona raised her arm and pulled back her sleeve, comparing the width of her forearm, and even her elbow, to that of the cock. She fought back the urge to gulp as the conclusion was reached - one to zero in favor of the fat schlong. It was probably even thicker than her ankle, and it would, without a doubt, get a bit girthier when fully erect.
The thought of it getting fully erect tickled her fancy, because then the sight would be quite something. Aside from being mind-bogglingly fat, the member before her was also long. Again, without even needing to layer her arm over it, she could tell it was easily longer than not just her forearm, but perhaps that and her hand, outstretched as far as possible. When erect, she was certain the thing would rival her entire arm in length.
The Maven of Strings did not know what to do. Actually, no, she knew exactly what to do.
Sona started removing her garments, after first putting the lid over the seat of the toilet bowl. She piled her clothing on the toilet, certain she would not be getting around to using it, as any thought pertaining to anything other than the cock in front of her had left her mind. Maybe they would return, but at this moment she had no way of knowing.
As her blue and gold dress slid down her frame, uncovering more and more of her blemishless, porcelain flesh, she felt a chill run up her spine. Her breasts sagged under their weight, the support provided by her garments disappearing, and a moment of relief came over her, only to be replaced with the familiar sensation of tits reaching down to her navel.
The shiver that came over her passed by her womanhood, which was already slightly moist, adorned by a blue tuft of pubic hair styled so as to resemble a G-clef, not only because of her love for music, but also because… Well, that was the key to the G spot. That particular shudder clambered back up her frame, passing by her abdomen and stabbing itself into her nipples, prompting them to harden.
Large areolae, puffy, cherry-like nubs, and a sea of soft, pillowy flesh wobbled as she got to her hips. The broadness that she met there was always a bit problematic, even when getting assisted with putting on, or taking off, her dress. Massive ass, thick thighs, and yet all of it somewhat tasteful - after all, she was the most refined lady in all of League of Legends. There had to be an air of etiquette to her.
Nevertheless, as she stood there, naked, her opulent form visible to none, yet present for all, she knelt down to the ground - notably clean and immaculately maintained. With a bated breath, she pursed her full, pillowy lips, azure eyes locked onto the peculiar tip of the fat horsecock.
Up close, it looked even bigger. It, actually, took up so much of the stall, that she was almost forced to put her back against the opposite wall so that she could be face to face with it. That only excited her more. There was an unbelievability to the whole thing, and how could there not be? A dick that big? Was it even real?
Her hand teetered on the brink of touching it, but even so it was clear to her that this was no dildo. After all, they did not smell that way. Nothing other than, maybe, heaven had that musk… And no piece of plastic could radiate such immense heat. She poked it with her finger, which prompted a jolt in the entire thing. Sona almost jumped rearwards, but due to the fact that there was no room for such an act, her eyes just widened in surprise as the massive thing throbbed. There was also a faint, barely audible gasp from beyond the wall.
Only now did she notice that there was something else, aside from the fat cock. A small polaroid featuring a single individual - Soraka - was taped above the gloryhole. How had she not seen it before? Better yet, how had she not seen IT before?
There was no way this was Soraka. After all, she did not have a dick like that, right? Or, maybe she did have a dong, and it was a very respectable one at that… Though it was hard to believe even that version, because the Starchild was so timid, so shy, and never had Sona even suspected… Though, maybe, being that reserved and collected had allowed Soraka to avoid showing off. Why, however, it was difficult to tell - after all, that big a cock was meant to be shown off, to be appreciated… To be savored.
Momentarily, the scoreboard flashed through Sona's head as her finger moved back onto the surface of the meaty schlong in front of her. That made sense… And now she was conflicted, for she really could not tell which of the two members was bigger. Lillia pranced around and her dong flopped wherever she went, except whenever she tied it to her underside, which was very sexy in a different way… Sona's train of thought got back on target - Lillia had a fat hog. A huge log, even.
Soraka, on the other hand… How? This had to be one of Lulu's pranks, undoubtedly. It just made no sense - the svelte Starchild wrangling such a beast under that flimsy tabard? Sona's finger trailed one of the bulging veins, enjoying the softness of the flesh, the gentleness of it, and the contradictory hardness. It was real, alright - she could feel the roar of the blood as it flowed through, she grew more animated by the beat of Soraka's heart, audible as a drum so long as the Maven's digit was upon her member…
Maybe it was for real.
Sona licked her lips and, for a moment, glanced upwards. That was when her eyes caught a glimpse of a golden, or at least gold-adjacent, horn poking out from over the stall's wall. She was convinced, and even though the potential for Lulu's involvement was still present, the Maven found herself unconcerned. The smoothness of Raka's cock was so enticing, so sublime, that she just could not stop herself.
She tore her eyes away from the piss slit, gaping and staring her down provocatively in the lewdest possible manner, and reached for the bottle in the basket. As she suspected, it turned out to be a bottle of lube. Opening the bottle's cap, she became a bit more brazen, a bit braver, and took hold of Soraka's humongous dong with her other hand. The weight was astounding, as was the sensation of all that dick meat enveloping her fingers as her digits sank into it. Even though it was not totally flaccid, it was so soft and supple that it almost felt like… Actually, it did not feel like anything in particular, because it was just so unique.
And it would only get better.
Slowly, she started moving her hand, stroking the base of the purple horsecock, finding great pleasure in the activity. In part because it was just so big, in part because of the way it was sectioned off in parts - there was the base, mainly the sheath. However, from her sheath to the median ring was also, somehow, the base - then there was the middle part, from the median ring to the base of her flare, and then there was the flare. Each part was so scintillating that Sona had to actively keep herself from skipping some relatively important components of the endeavor she had decided to busy herself with.
The gasps, at first barely audible, started becoming more and more pronounced as the Maven tipped the bottle of lube over and a thin stream of translucent liquid began pouring down Soraka's schlong. There was so much cock to lubricate, however, that this process itself wound up taking way longer than anticipated, and thus the Starchild had plenty of time to get hard.
Sona felt the weight grow, alongside the size. It slowly elongated, becoming stiffer and stiffer, and it became more animated. Whereas it had only throbbed once, as an instinctive reaction to the sudden touch of her finger, now it was pulsating almost constantly. She now actively had to keep her back against the wall because of the added length… But it was so worth it.
The Maven put the bottle of lube down, failing to notice that she had been a bit too liberal with just how much she had applied, for there was a small puddle of lubricant pooling under Soraka's member. Maybe Sona was too excited, maybe Raka's dong was too animated, maybe there was something else - but it did not matter.
Sona took hold of the massive thing, absolutely loving the sensation and the fact that, if she were to let go of the schlong, it would bend under its own weight. She thought to herself that Soraka's cock was really vibing with her treatment of it, which only excited her for what would come next - as she was barely doing anything.
Her hands moved up and down, spreading the lube, rubbing it into sections that might have otherwise wound up only lightly lubricated. In so doing, of course, she further roused the beast, and it grew stiffer and stiffer, its veins bulging more and more prominently… And, unbelievably, the urethra seemed to become more pronounced, as if it was jutting out. The flare was becoming bigger, too.
Sona let go of the purple dong, and it really did somewhat slouch under its own weight. She licked her lips again, reaching for the basket and grabbing the lipstick. Opening it up, it revealed itself to be a particular shade of pink. The idea had already appeared in her head, but the color only made it more enticing. Applying was easy. She slapped her lips together after doing so, as if to warn the trouser snake that it was in for a good time, and then threw the lipstick back in the basket.
Her hands cupped the flare, as if it was a face, and, after a moment of contemplation, she planted a very ginger little peck on it. Then, feeling her cheeks aflame, she pulled back, gathered a bit more bravery, and did it again, though this time it was not just a peck. She laid her lips around the urethra, smooching, almost making out with it.
" Aah–" came from beyond the wall, and the cock throbbed. Sona pulled back, noting that her handiwork had left a very discernible mark on the tip… And had prompted the mushroom-esque shape to become even more egregious. The flare was so broad that it looked a little silly.
She nuzzled against the side of the purple horse dong, gently kissing the taut flesh, while her hands kept sliding over the substantial length of the thing. Fingers trailing the bulging veins, stopping to linger over the protruding median ring. With each application of her lips to Soraka's dong, the turgid cock bounced up and down, as if it was a wild beast straining against Sona's hands, trying to break free.
That eagerness was very amusing for her. So much so that it was endearing. Evidently, even though the Starchild was doing such an indecent thing, and even though she knew it, she was really a fan of it… Very cute, in a particular way.
However, no matter how lewd a kiss was planted upon this massive schlong, it would not be enough. Sona could clearly tell that its owner wanted more, and she, herself, was also looking to add something to the mix. Unbeknownst to her, she was dripping profusely, and in a fashion similar to that of the lube puddle underneath Soraka's cock, there was a collection of droplets underneath the Maven's sodden womanhood.
She reached for the basket once more, while keeping one hand glued to the Starchild's purple horse wang. Lazily, she moved it up and down, sliding her palm and fingers all the way up from the base of the turgid length to the flare. Eyeing the contents of the basket, the beads caught her attention. Then, the jutting urethra.
A very peculiar thought occurred to her as her hand slid up, grasping Soraka's massive, leaky cock right under the flare. It was so meaty, so heavy, so alluring that every single time she contemplated what she was doing she found herself more aroused than before, more astonished by the sight unveiled before her.
Her other hand brought the string of beads up, rubbing it against the sides of the Starchild's schlong, getting it thoroughly soaked in lubricant. That act also allowed Soraka to figure out what would be happening, and her schlong, naturally, got a bit more excited. Its stiffness was gradually becoming great enough to get rid of the bend imposed by its weight.
Sona moved her face up against the flare, her tongue parting her lips and gently, almost sheepishly, rubbing against the horse dong's urethra.
" Mmmmh–" moaned Soraka from beyond the wall, and the Maven fought back the urge to giggle. If only she knew what was in store for her, she would be mewling…
The blue-haired dame became more insistent with her tongue. Its tip was swirling about the protruding piss slit, prodding at it intently, and slathering it with such copious amounts of saliva that even Sona was surprised at how much she had to spare. Evidently, her thirst was not rooted in dehydration.
She pushed her tongue against Soraka's urethra, getting a taste of the Celestial's pre-cum right from the source. It was so lewd, doing this… Yet the item held in her hand required such activities, and so she forced the tip of her tongue into the fat horsecock's urethra, parting it open and prompting another moan from its owner. Sona moved the string of beads, aligning it perfectly and beginning the process of insertion.
Her tongue lapping at the lower half of Soraka's flare, her hand holding it with as much force as she could muster, and the small balls going in, one by one, sliding into her urethra and visibly making bulges in the underside of that monstrous schlong - all of that proved to be very pleasant for the Starchild, for her cock hardened even more than before.
Sona finished the process, leaving half of the beads, including the hoop which she would use to remove them from the horse dong. Her tongue slid back in her mouth, and the taste of the salty, sticky ambrosia made her bite her lower lip in pleasure. Was it because Soraka was a Celestial that her pre-cum was so intense, so potent?
Those thoughts were forced to disappear as the schlong in the Maven's hands started throbbing more violently, pulsating at such a rate that, for a moment, the conclusion that someone's heartbeat was racing reached her mind. Somewhat unwillingly, she let go of the monstrous cock, allowing it to bounce about with each of its throbs. Already, she missed the sensation, but she consoled herself that there was something else she could find pleasure in dealing with.
Yet again her fingers rummaged through the basket's contents and wrapped around a cool, metal object. She was not looking down, though, as her eyes were locked onto a pair of magnificent things. Soraka's saggy balls had caught her attention from the moment she had seen them, but they were almost overshadowed by the insane dimensions of the Starchild's phallus.
Now that Sona could allow herself to let go of the throbbing schlong, she could not stop herself. Face less than a hair's breadth away from them, the Maven took a deep breath, which was followed by an effect similar to what one would experience after taking a whiff of nos. Her head woozy, she put a hand on the wall and buried her face in the loose scrotum.
Tongue lolling out of her mouth, Sona licked the testicles excitedly, giving them kisses and enjoying the smell, absolutely hammering herself with it. Getting such a high off of that kind of activity was definitely not something she experienced often, and so it was to be cherished. Her cunt was clamping down on itself so hard it almost hurt, and the juices leaking down were so plentiful it was almost bothersome.
Soraka also liked this frenzied assault, judging from the occasional clenches that followed. Every time her balls would be slightly elevated, they would rub against Sona's chin, prompting her to pull back slightly, put her lips together and give them affectionate pecks.
She wanted to do more, though, and so she allowed herself to stop for a moment, watching the scrotum relax and the massive gonads sag down completely, at which point she clasped the ball-stretcher around thinnest, loosest point of the sack and gently laid it down over Soraka's nuts. The moan that came from beyond the wall was music for Sona's ears - not only did the sudden addition of the slightly cool metal send shocks through Soraka's body, but the sensation of her balls being weighed down was, definitely, stupendous.
The Maven, now with hands free, gingerly cupped the massive testicles, each filling out her palms almost completely, and started ministering them with such affection it would be almost unnerving to an outside viewer. Licking them, kissing them, sucking them, creating a vacuum in her mouth and then letting them loose with a loud, lewd pop… She even thought to herself of shoving them past her lips, but they were just too big for that.
Pulling back, now thinking to herself that at this point the erection Soraka was sporting was so great there was literally no room for Sona's head between the flare and the opposite wall, she took hold of the massive cock and started doling out punishment.
Grabbing the string of beads, and greedily trying to find room for herself at the tip of the purple schlong, she started toying with Soraka's urethra, much to the Starchild's glee. At first she did not perform any sharp movements, instead only holding onto the bead that was about to enter the piss-slit and moving it about, as if massaging the taut entrance. Her tongue occasionally gave the flare encouraging licks.
" Nghah!" Soraka's voice sounded loud and clear as Sona pushed the bead in. It was almost as wide as her pinky finger, and those that followed only grew bigger, though she had no doubt that the Starchild could take them.
Her balls clenched, her cock throbbed, and, without a doubt, there was a wave of pre-cum that was being held back by the stopper-esque string of spheres. Sona smiled as she pushed the next one in, enjoying the shuddering of the member, its intense pulsations, the sublime movements of the heavy testicles hanging underneath it.
Then, after both the beads were in, she gave the tip of the purple dong a kiss, rubbing its underside with her other hand. Following that, she took hold of the hoop and pulled. Soraka let out a moan once more, her balls clenched, and Sona removed one of the beads from within the horsecock's urethra.
She kept going at it like so, slowly goading two beads in, only to then pull one back out. Almost every time, without fail, Soraka reacted in a manner that made Sona think there was an ejaculation approaching, or, at the very least, a spurt of pre-cum was being held back by the stoppers.
By the time all the beads were in, the purple testes were blue. Not literally, but there was no way the Starchild did not want to cum with a passion. Sona, herself, was also very pleased and excited for the future. There had been more than enough meat to fit the entire string, and the sheer fact that the only thing poking out of Soraka's urethra was the hoop made the Maven feel certain things.
She let the beads in, opting to stroke the humongous schlong, which had to be perfectly erect by now. One hand rubbing the underside, her lips and tongue tending to the upper side, while the other hand cupped the weighed testicles. Could she feel churning, or was it just the intensity at which the blood within Soraka's member moved?
The way her veins bulged out would have been cause for concern in any other situation, but as Sona's tongue draped over them, the Maven could not stop appreciating the astounding juxtaposition between the softness, the gentleness of Soraka's skin and of just how rigid it was at the same time.
She wanted to try the last toy. She wanted to fuck this cock in some capacity. Thus, her hand took hold of the hoop, then of the back of the flare - which seemed to be growing broader with each passing moment - and pulled.
" Haa–Nhaaah!" Soraka could not stop herself and she let out a moan that was almost a cry of pleasure. Sona's ears were also graced by an audible thump, and a pronounced movement of the Starchild's cock. Fortunately, the Maven managed to keep pulling the beads out of the turgid, throbbing schlong, even though its owner was so unbelievably eager that she had been unable to contain herself and had performed a hip thrust… Into the wall.
The fact that the beads were not coming out with pops was a bit disappointing, but when the last one slid out, a wave of pre-cum that was more plentiful than a soccer team's bukkake spilled out of Soraka's cleared up urethra. It was so much, it was also so smelly… And it splashed on the floor loudly, lewdly. A shame it had not wound up in Sona's mouth, but there was more to the future.
Throbbing violently, balls clenching as if an orgasm was just around the corner, the Maven took the time to let Soraka stew in her need for a bit. She reached for the basket and grabbed the first thing that wound up in between her fingers, but it was the condoms. Useless to her, Sona threw them to the side, and reached again.
This time, the onahole wound up in her hand. Taking hold of the lube bottle with her other arm, she started by lubing the whole thing up and also giving it a good look. Pink, quite translucent, definitely not big enough to swallow Soraka's entire cock, but with enough room to fit at least some of it in… It was going to be good. Still, she put her fingers in it, moving them about and spreading some of the lube around the inside - the sound produced was a particularly lewd, nasty squelch…That prompted her to imagine the debaucherous noises that would be released when a particular cock was shoved within the pocket pussy.
Sona looked at the schlong in question, licking her lips. She would have a bit of fun, and would definitely employ some orgasm denial techniques to get her pleasure to be as great as possible… But first, lube. One hand on the onahole, the other squeezing the bottle over Soraka's dong, the Maven generously applied all that could be applied, after which she dropped the empty container on the floor and moved so as to be in position.
A little kiss would be good for a start. And indeed, it was good, as a moan made its way over the wall when the onahole was pushed up against the flared tip. It was as if Soraka's cock was prodding the pocket pussy, but at the same time it was the other way around. The only thing missing here was some dirty talk, but the Starchild was, evidently, far too timid, even in her current lustful state, to do that.
Sona gave the flared tip another kiss with the onahole, before deciding it would be very rude to keep the Celestial waiting. The sound of the pocket pussy sliding onto Soraka's dick was so loud that it could probably be heard from outside the restroom. Such a lewd schlick, coupled with the tightness of the onahole and the insane girth of Soraka's cock, was definitely an explosion of sensations.
" GHaaah!" The Starchild confirmed, once again attempting to thrust her schlong forwards. Her eagerness was met with failure, though, as doing so caused the onahole to slip off of her schlong. Well, it was not wholly her fault - Sona's hands were lubed up, the dick was lubed up, the pocket pussy was lubed up. Everything was slippery, and so it was a wonder that the onahole did not fall on the floor.
That much could be attributed to the Maven's skill with her fingers, but she could not praise herself. Her attention was on Soraka's cock. Veins so bulbous they looked as though they were going to pop, schlong so tumescent it was obvious that, had it not been thoroughly lubed up, the skin would be painfully taut. It was as erect as it could possibly be, and it was throbbing more often than Sona was inhaling.
The tip was visibly flaring up with each throb, only to then slightly deflate as Soraka's schlong settled down, which was followed by yet another throb, and another swelling. Sona was both stunned by the sight, and thus incapacitated, and also waiting out this uncontrollable bout of jolting. She could hear the Starchild's heavy breathing from the other side of the wall, desperately trying to get herself under control.
That would not do, however, and so Sona slid the onahole on Soraka's cock in one motion.
" Oooh…" came from beyond the wall, and the turgid schlong throbbed violently, so much so that Sona almost lost her grip on the pocket pussy again - and this time she was holding onto it with a decent amount of effort. Soraka's member flared up threateningly, but her balls did not clench as powerfully as the Maven suspected they would in the event of a proper ejaculation.
Pre-cum sputtered out of the tumescent urethra, splashing on Sona's chest and making her smile to herself. Finally - so far, she had not been directly marked by Soraka's ambrosia, even though a decent amount had leaked down her face. A shudder went through her body and she got to work.
Trying her grip with only one hand, she lowered her other down to her privates and started rubbing her lower lips. Such pleasure made its way up her spine that she let out a gasp that was almost audible - yet she was skilled at pleasing, and that did not stop her from moving the pocket pussy. At first, she went slowly - both for herself and for Soraka. Up and down, allowing the onahole to reach the median ring, at which point she would reverse direction. It was tight, she noted - so tight that, had Soraka's cock been any bigger, it would not have fit inside.
But it was perfectly suited for ravaging a tiny, artificial pussy.
Sona's fingers found her clit and she started prodding it, while her hand kept moving. Surprisingly, at the fourth or fifth reversal of direction, Soraka's member tensed up. The flare broadened, a moan reached the Maven's ears, and even the fat nuts started trembling.
She stopped moving, squeezing the onahole as hard as she could. Having the phenomenal horse dong cum at this time would be dreadfully unpleasant, and it would also stop Sona from getting to have as much fun as she wanted.
Licking her lips, after a few seconds, she registered that the flare was deflating, if only slightly, and thought to herself that she had found herself a new thing to do. Removing her hand from her womanhood, she grasped the onahole with both arms and slid it down, all the way to the base of Soraka's cock.
" Nghoooh– fuck!" Shocking words coming out of the Starchild's mouth were an indication that she was feeling all the ways that she had to be feeling, and spurred Sona onwards. She dragged the onahole up, squeezing as hard as she could, pulling it all the way up to the base of the flare, at which point she swapped directions and pushed it down.
Absolutely milking the humongous cock, and, indeed, it was yielding prolific amounts of pre-cum. With just how much of that liquid was being sputtered, Sona could not wait to see just how much proper jizz would be released. Judging from those fat nuts… It would be plentiful.
Soraka's flare once again ballooned, and the Maven once again stopped, stopping the purple babe from climaxing, though this time the wind-down period was a bit longer than before. Sona licked her lips, hoping to get some of the pre-cum that had been fired off by the horse dong on her tongue.
She changed her approach again, this time pulling the onahole so that it enveloped the tip exclusively. That got an exceedingly lewd moan from Soraka, and so Sona started twisting the pocket pussy, providing the Starchild's flare a massage unlike any other.
Yet again, only a few motions were enough to net a furious jolt, the entire length of the purple horsecock bouncing upwards, spraying a thin, small beam of pre-cum as it seemed to swell up dangerously. Her balls clenched.
Sona acted, and thought, quickly. Letting go of the onahole, her hand darted towards the string of beads. Fortunately, she had ceased fast enough so as to not allow Soraka to ejaculate, though this had been a millisecond away from happening, she reasoned. No more chance-taking, she concluded.
She slid the onahole downwards, releasing the bulbous flare, and started inserting the beads into Soraka's urethra. If she was that close to cumming, she had to be corked for at least a bit longer.
" Nnghh– nghaah, fuck–" the Starchild was actively mewling by now, and Sona glanced at her balls. The veins were bulging through the loose scrotum, giving them a very peculiar appearance. She smirked and kept going.
With one hand, she pushed a bead in and then slowly pulled it out, while with the other she slid the onahole down as much of Soraka's cock as one-handing a pocket pussy allowed, doing so as quickly as possible. That speed was then contrasted with a slow, slow movement up, at a rate that she, herself, would have considered torturous.
Yet it was sublime. Every time the humongous schlong would throb, the veins seemed as though they were popping from the intensity of their tumescence, every one of those jolts required an immense amount of control to keep her hands where they were, and each pulsation made Sona exceedingly wanting - so much so that she figured that was it.
She grabbed the hoop and slowly, gradually pulled it out, no matter how badly she wanted to just yank it out in one swift motion. So much saliva was pooling in her mouth that she was surprised she was not drooling, but by the time the wait necessitated by the safe removal of the beads - which did not involve Soraka's ejaculation - Sona could feel a droplet of drool making its way down her chin.
A gush of pre-cum spilled out of the purple horsecock, but she was not concerned with that - in fact, she was quite pleased that it did, as a decent chunk of it wound up on her face, and, primarily, around her mouth. Throwing the string of beads towards the basket - managing to hit the mark - Sona took hold of the humongous schlong and parted her lips.
This was definitely one of the bigger cocks out there. Undoubtedly one of, if not the biggest, that she had seen and handled. It was challenging to fit, but thanks to the fact that the flare, albeit so broad, was actually decently flexible, she managed to get the tip in her mouth. That much was all that she needed to do - everything else would be easy pickings.
" Oh–oh–ooooh–" Soraka let out, and something unintelligible followed - perhaps an appeal to the Stars?
Regardless, now that Sona had the Starchild's humongous horsecock in her mouth, she was very pleased - and so horny she did not even notice how her hand slid down her side and plunged inside her pussy. Slowly, all the while pleasing herself in an incredibly frantic manner, the Maven started shoving more and more of the massive member in her mouth, then down her throat. She kept moving her onahole-occupied hand up and down, further adding intensity to the blowjob.
Soraka kept gasping and moaning, letting out bits of profanity and fighting for her life, or so it felt. The intensity of this bout of fellatio was so overwhelming that Sona felt pleasure reminiscent of actually getting fucked by a less skilled, less hung individual. The way that fat slab of meat throbbed, how her whole body shuddered in unison, how it filled her mouth up so wholly that she could barely move her tongue - though she did move it about, lapping up at the underside of Soraka's member with immense gusto, all the while enjoying how it stretched her throat out to its very limits.
For a moment, her fingers slid out of her drooling pussy and laid over her neck, and she almost climaxed upon feeling the cock bulging out. The veins massaged her throat as she kept going deeper and deeper, the median ring starting to choke her. Yet it was so good, so incredibly good that she almost did not care.
Her vision went dark. No, that was her eyes rolling back as she felt the girthy component of the sheath, coupled with the onahole over it, reach her lips. There was so much horse peen down her throat the tip was probably dipping in her stomach.
Alas, she needed to take a breath, and so she put her hands on the sides of the taped hole and pushed herself off of the massive cock. She had been gagging, or, rather, as the flare started actively grinding against the walls of her throat, her reflex went off, and the loud sounds definitely had an effect on Soraka, because it felt as though her member swelled up even more.
Still, Sona was a pro, so she managed to get it out. The Starchild's schlong popped out of the Maven's mouth with a loud, lewd pop, splashing saliva and pre-cum everywhere. Unbeknownst to Sona, her mascara was even runnier now, but that was completely inconsequential. The sight that unveiled itself before her - a cock so thoroughly slathered in a mixture of juices that it looked as if it was made of liquid, adorned with a ring of lipstick going all the way down to the sheath…
She had to have Soraka's cum. Pushing herself up against the wall, her humongous breasts enveloping the base of the Starchild's schlong, Sona took hold of the onahole with both hands and started moving it up and down with great gusto.
" Ghah!" The Starchild's moan was cut off by a gasp as she was, probably, doubling over in pleasure right about now. The throbbing cock between Sona's massive boobies, the way her movements prompted her tits to also move and produce the most lascivious variety of sound a pair of breasts could - thanks to the large amount of liquid on Soraka's dong and the Maven's milkers - this was as close to heaven as one could get.
Well, except when it came to fucking a real pussy.
Regardless, a constant stream of pre-cum was seeping out of Soraka's urethra, and her balls, which were almost squished beneath Sona's tits, were starting to clench up and elevate themselves even with the stretcher's added weight. Her cock was so violently throbbing, the flare was so obscenely swollen, it was a wonder that a beam of white-hot spunk was not painting the ceiling and walls right now.
The Maven added her mouth to the mix, going on to suck the tip while moving the onahole in her hands up and down at a speed that would have her arms getting sore in less than half a minute.
" Ah–Ah–Ah–" Soraka was mewling loudly, her schlong bouncing as she was frantically thrusting her hips forward, as if trying to help Sona bring her to an ejaculation.
The glans of her fat horsecock flared up, her balls clenched with such immense power that they slapped against the underside of the Maven's tits.
" Ah–I–I–I'm CUUUH–" the Starchild's announcement was cut short as she probably threw her head back and let out such a loud scream that her body could not even produce it. Her cock throbbed, her urethra opened up so wide that Sona reckoned she could fit her middle finger in there without any issue at all.
That was, however, only so for the blink of an eye, at which point a jet of scalding hot cum erupted out of the piss slit. The blast was so powerful it overshot, completely missing Sona's expectantly opened mouth and literally splashing against the ceiling. The rope was so thick and girthy that it looked like it would be a perfect fit for making a lasso, and that only disappointed the Maven, who desperately wanted to taste it.
Fortunately for her, there was a lot more where that came from. Soraka's entire body was shaking, because her dick was bouncing in a similarly wild manner, spraying her load frantically wherever her urethra would wind up pointing. A thick blast managed to splash over Sona's face, so plentiful that it was almost like a pie being thrown at her.
She had to close her eyes as more and more jizz was released, slapping lewdly against the wall of the stall, against the Maven's frame and anything around her. The fact that it was so audible was astounding. The fact that it was so plentiful was, at the very least, impressive.
Soraka's hooves were clacking against the floor as she was experiencing such insane relief that she could not just stand still. Her voice finally came back to her, even though she was still blasting fat ropes, and she moaned so loudly it turned Sona even more.
As she went over half a dozen shots, the power and quantity of her cocks projectiles lessened, though she kept blasting. The Maven opened her eyes and shuffled slightly, positioning herself so that her tits and face would be prime targets. So much gooey white stuff was splashed against her that she almost failed to notice the feeling of wellness that washed over her, how that particular ache in her lower back became so faint that it was almost as if it was not there.
By the time ten shots had been fired, Sona allowed herself to grab Soraka's member and put her lips over the gushing urethra, getting a mouthful of jizz, managing to gulp it down. Just in time, too, as another beam, far smaller than those preceding it, was blasted by the Starchild's schlong. Her cum was even better than her pre-cum…
At last, her orgasm came to a conclusion. A dozen shots - twelve whole rounds of jizz. Her balls looked drained, sagging even more heavily under the weight of the ball stretcher, but her schlong kept throbbing. Her scrotum kept clenching, even if her nuts were totally vacant.
A whole minute passed in silence, as Soraka breathed heavily, struggling to get her composure back, while Sona rejoiced in the sublime situation she had found herself in. The Starchild's cum not only tasted phenomenally, not only did it make her feel good overall, but it also had this smell that made the Maven's head spin. Fingers moving over her face and chest, scooping up the cum and winding up in her mouth, Sona was definitely enjoying this.
"Uhm– haah– Thank you…" she heard from beyond the wall. Soraka's voice was so shaky it was as if she had just fought off a bear with her bare hands. Even so, her voice was incredibly sweet… And the whole ordeal made her appear unbelievably lovely to Sona. "That was really good…"
That admission brought a smile to the Maven's face. She pushed herself up and gave Soraka's horsecock a big smooch on the flare, both as a thank you and as a goodbye. Now, knowing that she could find such wonderful things in this particular restroom… Well, she could visit more often.
She stood up and started getting herself ready, noting that Soraka's schlong, which was still way harder than it was flaccid, was still present. To her amusement, the Starchild seemed to be struggling with getting it out - because, even though the hole was big, it was not quite big enough to accommodate the size of her flare as it currently was. Evidently, that was quite the ejaculation.
As she dressed up and made to leave, she stopped herself. There was something else here that needed to be dealt with.
Sona bent over, picked up the lipstick and unfurled it, as if she was about to apply it to her lips. However, she instead reached over the toilet bowl and added a line in favor of Soraka. That was THE horsecock, and she was feeling quite adamant about that decision of hers.