The sirens materialized on the fog-shrouded docks of Azur Lane, their voices slicing through the night like razors. "Warriors no more," the lead siren purred, weaving the curse with a flick of her wrist. "From this night on, you’ll hunger for big black cock—thick, relentless, and permanent. Your proud pussies will drip for it forever."
Enterprise staggered, her uniform suddenly too tight as heat flooded her core. "You think a cheap hex turns us into cum-hungry sluts? I’ve sunk fleets; I won’t kneel to some curse." Belfast, ever composed, arched a brow even as sweat beaded on her brow. "Quite right, Enterprise. Yet this wetness soaking my thighs suggests the magic bites deeper than steel. We remain strong—perhaps we simply claim what we crave."
The pair spotted him then: a towering, dark-skinned mercenary the sirens had summoned as living temptation, his presence radiating raw power. "Ladies," he drawled with a smirk, "heard you might need… relief." Enterprise stepped forward, eyes blazing with defiant hunger. "Relief? We take what we want. Show us that hard cock if you dare."
He obliged, freeing a massive, veined shaft that made both women’s breaths hitch. Belfast licked her lips, voice sharp and teasing. "Impressive girth. But remember, we’re no meek playthings." Enterprise dropped to her knees first, gripping the base with commanding fingers. She delivered a slow, wicked blowjob, tongue swirling as she took him deep, her pussy already dripping onto the planks. The man groaned, hips twitching, while Belfast watched, panting, her own ass swaying as she fingered her slick folds.
"Faster, warrior," he rasped. Enterprise pulled off with a wet pop, cum already beading at the tip. "You’ll come when I allow it." She rose, shoving him back against a crate, straddling him with fierce grace. Her wet pussy sank onto that thick black cock, stretching her wide as she rode hard, ass slapping with every thrust. Belfast joined, kissing Enterprise’s neck while grinding against his thigh, both women sweating, bodies glistening under the moonlight.
Panting filled the air, their strong forms dominating the rhythm. "Deeper," Enterprise demanded, feeling the curse ignite every nerve. He thrust up, and she came first, walls clenching as juices coated him. Belfast followed, crying out sharply, the permanent hunger already locking in. The night had only begun, their addiction blazing hotter than any battle.
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