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Click here"FOOL!!" Carl screamed at Liam, his own face completely smeared with blood that poured from his bruised, battered, and swollen forehead. "Is that the limit of your devotion!? The Queen herself asked to show it! And that is all you can do!? Get back up!"
While remaining on his knees, Carl raised one leg like a dog and kicked Liam. Again and again, Carl assaulted Liam both physically and verbally.
"Uuu," Liam moaned weakly, but managed to do little else to show his "devotion".
Meanwhile, Jeremy continued to hit his own forehead against the floor with increasing intervals and decreasing strength. It was no longer a question of whether Jeremy dared or not to look at the Queen. In-between the slams against the floor, Jeremy's head swayed in random directions, his bloodied eyelids half-closed, mouth half-open. The blood that poured down his face trickled into his mouth and then out again, along with some saliva to add to the "river" beneath him. It was up for debate whether Jeremy was any more conscious than Liam, if at all.
"My Queen, please forgive their disgraceful performance!" Carl begged Merillia and slammed his forehead against the floor again. After an impressively loud thud, Carl's body jerked and swayed. Carl then clenched his fists and with considerable effort lifted his head after nearly knocking himself unconscious. "I... I pray it does not reflect poorly on our devotion to you. P-perhaps if we were stronger, we would not have fallen prey to the charms of that temptress so easily."
"Oh, I think all three of you have performed admirably!" Merillia chuckled, praising the men's performance as she would that of children. "What do you think, Beelzebub?"
"HNYAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" Olivia's body contorted in another violent orgasm. The bulge in her abdomen moved down to her pussy lips and out of Olivia's pussy, between countless thin translucent tentacles that moved in and out of her, a glistening purple tip appeared. Like a slug or a leech, it slowly squeezed out of Olivia's stuffed pussy. The more it squeezed out, the more unreasonable its size became. Not just long, it grew wider and thicker, effortlessly morphing its slimy body.
By the time the purple "leech" plopped on the floor below Olivia, it was the size of a human forearm. It then slithered on the floor toward the three bloodied eunuchs.
"A-ah," Carl watched the thing approach him with his mouth agape, not daring to move or recoil even an inch. The other two remained blissfully unaware of the leech slithered increasingly closer across the "river" of blood they created, absorbing it all and growing in size.