Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 58: Incentive To Grape

"Its just physical injuries. Why is it so expensive?" Hillary was drumstruck by the price of healing them all and asked out loud.

Zaja’s current injuries were as a result of pushing his innate mutation too far without honing and training himself properly to do so.

Though severe, it was a hell of a lot better than being blasted to death by the raining projectiles of flames after he killed the Pope.

"Nonsense... with a body like his, his healing factor should be off the charts. If it was just physical injuries, why isn’t he healing?" watching Zaja go pale on Elyria’s lap, Hillary panicked, pouring her Arcane Energy into Zaja’s body to verify the matriarch’s diagnosis.

"This is going to be difficult. Although my body is more durable than the average Arcane Bearing human, I don’t have a healing factor and can only regenerate by drinking breast milk and love juice," Zaja said with a wry smile, his body going numb as his vision blurred.

"Your life is at stake here, can you get serious for a second?!" unable to believe such words, both Elyria and Hillary snapped, making Zaja shrug with a helpless look.

"I am dead serious," Zaja choked on his words, passing out the next moment.

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While Zaja’s group dealt with a delicate situation, the domino efffects kicked off by Zaja’s actions rippled through the region of Hazzlechestnut, the capital of Ember Crown Empire.

It started with news of the Ember Crown Empire battle leaking to the wrong ears, causing the countrys rivals to investigate the matter through various underground channels.

At first exaggerated rumors about the Pope’s best efforts prevented the country’s failures from getting exposed. Therefore, from the number two country in the continent, the Ember Crown Empire fell to a drastic number five, with scholars and analysts now arguing to see if it should drop down even further.

The Ember Crown Empire’s decline had begun. Meanwhile, Zaja lay in a courtyard of the Valthorne estate, soaking in the finest medicinal bath. Not that it did any help. The bath had no impact on Zaja’s injuries, merely helping balance his condition and wake him up from hours of unconciousness.

Nearby, Elyria considered her options, wondering if breast milk and pussy juice were really the only way to rescue her beloved sugar boy.

Hillary, however, took a simpler approach and heeded to Zaja’s words, and convicing the Valthorne higher ups to make a move. Half an hour later, a group of big breasted, wet women were running through the courtyard, with fat, plumpy bodies tht bounced and jiggled as they made their way towards the medicinal bath.

Elyria was fuming with jealousy. But her emotions and desires all had to make way for Zaja’s survival, so no matter how badly she wanted to keep those women boobs away from Zaja’s lips, she had to let them do their thing.

Still, that didn’t mean she was going to stand there and watch like a puppet. She stormed out before the big breasted women got to work. Hillary, however couldn’t control the urge to watch, biting her lips as she watched the wet women working on the unconscious Zaja.

One of the women was currently pushing her tits into Zaja’s mouth, trying her best to milk her breast in the vessels lips. It didn’t help that the wet women’s cunts go messed up by Zaja’s pheromones, leading them to grab his cock and ride him till he nutted in their pussies.

They would then succeed one another, riding Zaja’s cock till he burst in their holes, then line on the sidelines— rinse and repeat till every wet bitch in the area had gotten creamed to the peak by Zaja’s cockmilk.

The abundance of sexual fluid all over Zaja’s body poured into his internal injuries and healed them in the snap of a finger, leaving no evidence of the wet women’s lewd and corrupt deeds— except for the drizzles of Zaja’s cum flowing out of their cunts of course.

"Oh my god... how did that shlong ever fit inside me?" from the very beginnning to the end, Hillary didn’t blink, cracking a small hole in an adjacent wall and watching the inert Zaja deliver a buffet of creampies while stroking her dripping pussy.

There was just a thing about watching Zaja’s tall and erect penis punking lewd and greedy holes that sent electric currents jolting through Hillary’s lower body.

Needless to say, nothing beats the real deal. And noticing that despite having creamed so many times, Zaja’s cock was still hard as an ivory horn, Hillary stopped trying to control her lewd thoughts, and showed up in the bath house, walking towards Zaja with a predatory sight in her eyes.

But as the bitches silky hands reached for Zaja’s dick...

"What the actual fuck?!" Elyria Valthorne had returned, grabbing Hillary’s hands and sweeping the bathouse with an unbelievebable look.

"All it took was two hours... two hours for the rescue mission to turn into an orgy of horny hoes taking advantage of my Zaja!"

The matriarch’s eyes turned red and her blood boiled as the full depths of her rage came crashing on Hillary.

"Why are you looking at me like that? This is all your fault. Had you been a bit more shameless, we could have handled this ourselves and taken advantage of him a thousand times over by now. But noooo, you said it doesn’t feel right, that’s no better than rape, you said. But the real question is would Master care?"

"Of course not. Even in his sleep, he still lives to fuck. I should have never listened to you and almost wasted a golden opportunity. But its ok, we still have time to taste the left overs, and I’m here for it."

"So, Lady Elyria Valthorne, if you don’t want a bite of the menu, please don’t stand in my way, I am hungry for some cock!" Hillary said in a calm and serious tone, causing Elyria, who didn’t expect this level of boldness from the Wagner child.

"You do realize his stuffing services don’t come free, he will no doubt make you pay him back with ten times the interest."

"Unbelieveable. Are you deaf to your own words Lady Elyria, can you hear yourself? Can you hear the madness in what you are saying? Pay? To hell with that! How can you endorse such madness with a straight face? You people normalized insanity. And I refuse to follow you into madness. So unless you break my legs and burst my head or keep me locked in a dungeon. I’m getting my pussy pumped with Zaja’s cock."