Dead Man’s Harem. Since I can’t kill myself I’ll find other ways to be happy Vol 00 Chp 157

Wind Rain and Creampie (18+)

Newly clipped to Devon’s pants was a small black handgun holster, buckled to his pants which were still pulled down to his thighs below his hung cock. 

The easy access stuck-in-a-tent juicy ass and thighs were now slumped over in front of him, the supple thighs quivering while laying on the ground in ecstatic and pain shock. 

Like an obedient little cum dumpster, the floating ass was perked up ever so slightly as if it wanted more. With so much semen pumped directly down into its uterus, there was no more cum leaking out anymore. Gravity did most of the rest of the work as the cum dripped down further and further into her cervix. 

Devon’s cock began to harden once more, as he unclipped the pistol holster at the side of his pants so as not to have any accidents, placing the black holster on the ground several steps away. He then returned to the easy-access-stuck-step-sister ass and mounted himself on it once more, teasing the fat pussy lips with his member before plunging his newly reinflated mister porcupine junior in once again. 

“Ungg….. Mmmm…..” moaned a voice from within the tent. She was so disoriented that the moans seemed more feeble than before. 

However, the instagram model level tanned bubble butt and thin waist and shapely thighs were just as succulent as they were previously. The inner walls of her pussy were so tender and pleasurably folded that his member felt like it was in heaven. That warm, sticky, and wet embrace just could not be emulated by anything else in the world. It felt so good inside that mister porcupine just wanted to go nice and slow, inserting and backing off and inserting and backing off again just so it could revel in that sensation of plunging in once more. 

Devon’s member could really relish and savor the feeling of entering that tight and wet pussy by going a bit slower than usual, feeling how porcupine’s head displaced so much of the soft pink female goodness with every time that it entered in balls deep. 

The Pink Dragon…. 

Devon’s mind hopped unbiddenly to an image of that ludicrously large pink dildo in the sex shop. He saw no real reason to use something like that when his own porcupine junior could do the trick, although…. Maybe it could be a tool of pleasurable torture on less willing subjects. Heh. 

*Thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* *thrust* 

*Shlick* *splat* 

“Ooohhhhhhh yeahh…….”

Well, it seemed like she wasn’t totally out of it yet.

Devon increased the pace of his thrusts against the poor defenseless instagram model ass just hanging out in the jungle by itself. The owner of the ass seemed to be a bit out of sorts. 

The tight and warm sticky walls just clung onto his cock for dear life. Not good. If things went on like this, he was going to end up creampie-ing her again…

Oh no…

Vesta’s pussy grip was too much for Devon to bear. Accelerating his hip thrusts into that of a male bunny in heat humping a defenseless little white female bunny, Devon unleashed all hell again, dumping his entire load into her body with one pleasurable pulse at a time.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmffggggghhhhhhh!!!” Vesta moaned with ragged breath. She seemed to be having a hard time breathing.

Yeah, because her head was stuck in the tent…

Maybe she was actually having a hard time breathing?

Devon jolted out of his post-cum fatigue and quickly helped separate the dwarven contraption barrier that was clamped around Vesta’s tiny waist, and the voluptuous amazon tribal healer took a few quick breaths of the fresh but humid air. She breathed quickly without word, exhausted.



A low grumble came from the left, in the midst of the rain and wind.

Devon’s heart skipped a beat, as he noticed a pair of yellow eyes fixated on him. Black as night, a dark feline figure paced around him cautiously. 

“Oh shit,” Devon mumbled, when the moonlight finally hit the dark figure, revealing what it was. “Panther!” 

The panther stalked slowly around Devon, trying to flank him. But Devon had other ideas.

He grabbed by his pants until he felt that black holster with that hand cannon of a pistol holstered inside. Quickly drawing the pistol, he aimed at the panther with shaky hands. This was the first time he’d aimed a pistol before. It was heavier than he’d imagined. 

Seven shots. That’s all he had, before he had to resort to other means. 

Devon’s thoughts travelled unbidden to an earlier time in his life. Back in middle school, when he was practicing free throws with his best friend Mike in preparation to try out for the team. Those were good times, before Mike died of overdose. 

“Take a deep breath, buddy. You got this,” said his friend Mike to him, all those years ago.

Devon took a deep breath, the shakiness of his hands dissipating. 

The panther pounced at him, leaping towards him straight on. 

With unwavering aim, Devon waited just a while longer… 


The recoil from the shot sent his hands flying back, as the .50 caliber bullet rocketed towards the panther and tore straight through its shoulder, sending the large predator cat sprawling backwards. A clean hit. Six bullets left. 

Dead Man’s Harem. Since I can’t kill myself, I’ll find other ways to be happy

Dead Man’s Harem. Since I can’t kill myself, I’ll find other ways to be happy

Score 7.0
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2019
After death, Devon is given the second chance he never wanted. He decides to make the most out of his new life, exploring all that life in this new world has to offer, whether that be adventuring or soliciting elf girl prostitutes.



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