The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes - Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Payback [2]
“Ave-Aveline, we can talk… Ju-just let my little brother retir—ooohhhh, holy fuuuuu—!”

Kaisen’s plea was cut off mid-sentence as Aveline engulfed his dick again, her tongue working with the precision and fury of a blender on high. Kaisen was sent spiraling into a mix of agony and ecstasy.

“AVELINE, STOPPPP!!!”

He cried, his eyes rolling back and his legs shaking like a washing machine on spin cycle. But Aveline was on a mission.

She bobbed her head like a maniac, her speed reaching anime fight levels. If his companions were watching, they’d need a slow-motion replay to catch what was happening.

A few seconds later, Kaisen came again, and Aveline eagerly gulped everything down like a competitive eater at a hot dog contest.

‘Hehe, time to teach him a lesson. Vermins need to be schooled…’ Aveline thought, satisfied with her revenge.

With her thirst for vengeance quenched, she slowed down her bobbing, now sucking slowly and sensuously.

Kaisen’s cock, which had been a mighty burrito, now seemed more like a lollipop. Kaisen, who had been crying and yelling just moments ago, was now reduced to groaning.

“Av-Avelinee…sto-stop ple-pleaseee…”

Kaisen’s voice wobbled, sounding like a man who’d bitten off more than he could chew at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Aveline, enjoying the power trip, chuckled to herself but kept going.

When she felt his cock twitch, like a fire hose gearing up, she grabbed his ass cheeks and bobbed her head with the fervor of someone trying to get the last bit of ketchup out of a bottle.

“AVELINNNN, NOOOOOO~”

Kaisen yelped, his voice reaching new, undignified heights as he came again. Aveline, savoring every drop like it was a fine wine, swallowed it down.

She was determined to milk him dry, and over the next 15 minutes, she did just that—about 30 times, in fact. The supply was dwindling, like the last bits of toothpaste squeezed from a nearly empty tube, but she wasn’t satisfied.

Each gulp felt like a small victory, while Kaisen, on the other hand, looked like he’d just run a marathon without training.

“Av-velin…st-stoop plea-pleaseee~”

He whimpered, barely able to stand. His cheeks (the face ones) were hollowed out, making him look like he had aged a few decades. If someone walked in now, they might mistake him for an extra from a zombie apocalypse movie or an unfortunate victim of a prank gone too far.

When Aveline finally released him, his cock slipped out with a weary sigh, and Kaisen crumpled to the ground, both he and his ‘little brother’ gasping like marathoners who’d forgotten to train.

He was sure his little buddy needed a medical team stat… if not a memorial service.

…

Kaisen felt like a wrung-out dishcloth, utterly drained after Aveline’s relentless suction. Tiredness was an alien concept to him for ages, but now he was as worn out as a VHS tape on its last play.

His ball sack felt as empty as a piñata post-party, and he doubted his body would be producing any “baby batter” for quite a while.

He gingerly sat up, feeling like a dried twig about to snap, and looked over at Aveline. She was fully dressed and grinning like she’d just won an Olympic gold medal in the “Suck the Soul Out of Someone” event.

If he had the energy, he would’ve probably taken her up on a round two, but right now, he was more interested in finding the nearest bed—or fainting couch.

“Just because you sucked me—no, no, no!”

He stammered, scrambling to his feet as Aveline started crawling toward him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

He did not have the stamina for another round of whatever madness she had in store.

“Oh? What happened to the supposed future Light Bearer? Don’t tell me you can’t even satisfy a woman at all. Ku ku ku… Well, who can blame you, eh? With your tiny pecker, I suppose you tried your best,” Aveline snickered, her hand daintily covering her mouth as she mocked him.

Kaisen was amused by Aveline’s transformation. It seemed her previous bitterness and pessimism were the result of being locked away in isolation, like an old, dusty library book that hadn’t seen the light of day in ages.

He couldn’t help but muse,

‘Guess her true character was just hiding under layers of gloom.’

Deciding to play along, Kaisen smirked and shot back,

“Maybe it’s not my pecker that’s small, but your well that’s bigger than the statue of the Dawn Bringer at Hero Square.”

That wiped the mocking grin off her face, replacing it with a look of embarrassed fury. He had just compared her anatomy to the colossal statue of the first Light Bearer, a monument so massive it made most mountains look modest.

The truth was, her being 8 feet tall was the real issue here. It wasn’t that his 10 inches were lacking—quite the opposite, in fact.

He’d seen plenty of women cry tears of joy (and slight discomfort) as his endowment stretched them to their limits. But with Aveline, it was like his equipment fit right in, like a key in a well-oiled lock.

That was the difference. Her towering stature made what was normally a formidable weapon feel like it was just… regular-sized.

Aveline sprang at him like a playful kitten, all because Kaisen had dared to insult her “royal scepter.” But Kaisen, quick as a fox, sidestepped her attack and, with the precision of a seasoned chef handling delicate pastry, caught her in mid-air.

His hands found their way to her breasts, and he gently lowered her to the ground, where the tickling commenced.

“Wait- wait! Let me tell you something! Let me tell you something!”

She squealed, her voice a mix of laughter and desperation. If Kaisen had been the one begging earlier, the tables had turned spectacularly. It seemed life had indeed come full circle; earlier, Kaisen had been at her mercy, and now it was her turn to beg.

For five whole minutes, Kaisen’s hands were everywhere—groping, tickling, teasing—like a pianist playing a wildly improvisational piece. Aveline’s eyes watered with laughter, her body writhing under his relentless tickling assault, unable to catch a break.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kaisen stopped and lay down on top of her, resting his head comfortably on her ample chest, as if her breasts were the most luxurious pillows ever made.

“It’s time, Aveline. Time to wake them up,” he said, referring to his slumbering friends, who’d somehow missed the entire circus act.