A Journey Through the Universes

Smoothly taking out his weapon, Shiro slowly walked towards the crowd.

From the outside it seemed that it all consists of simple zombies, but it's not.

In the depths, there was a creature that hid well surrounded by stronger undead.

The hero did not know her exact location, and he did not need it, because it's enough to simply destroy the whole horde with her.

"Boss, what kind of weapon does Shirou–sama have?" – doubting their own eyes, the girls asked.

– This is… It looks like whips..." she replied confusedly.

– Whips? The boss is not funny… What if something happens to the Master?! they exclaimed, genuinely worried.

The struggle was clearly visible on the face of their "boss". She, too, with all her heart and soul, did not want Shiro to get hurt, let alone risk his life.

"I can't go against Shirou–sama's words..." she replied with a helpless face.

Clenching their fists, they looked at their commander with reluctance, inflexibility, although they knew that this could lead to problems for them.

Seeing such behavior of subordinates, the woman tried to find a way out, because she perfectly understood their feelings.

– Get ready to come to the Master's aid as soon as possible, if he needs it, I allow everything. – resolutely, she said exhaling.

–That's right, Masumi-san! the fighters exclaimed, pleased with this compromise.

Of course, Shiro heard all this perfectly well, that he had almost reached the zombie.

– Maybe prana also strengthens their maternal instincts? How else to explain it? –

Shiro, once within thirty meters of the crowd, froze, waiting for the undead to move.

I didn't have to wait long.

A second later, the crowd, as if on command, abruptly exploded with "energy" furiously, running at the hero.

The creatures were running, getting closer and closer.

The hero was waiting.

They had already run half the distance to him, and he still continued to wait.

The women behind were watching intently, already struggling with the desire to rush forward to help.

When the crowd was a measly five meters away from Shiro…

When the fighters were ready to make their move, Shiro finally moved.

Smoothly pulling back his hand, he sharply attacked with a whip.

At great speed, the whip went through everything in its path.

A second and all the undead within a radius of twenty meters "moved out" the upper parts of the body.

Blood, pus and shit spilled out, "poisoning" the fresh air with their stench.

* BANG* – there was a loud sound of impact on metal.

A couple of pillars that fell into the attack radius were perfectly cut off, in fact, as were the walls of the street.

These whips were carefully made by Shiro, hoping to facilitate and accelerate the destruction of large crowds of zombies, and it seems that he succeeded.

He took this idea from the good old Prototype, where the whip was the perfect weapon against large hordes of zombies.

But let's get back to reality.

Shiro, seeing the fruits of his labors, broke into a sweet, slightly sadistic smile and began his deadly dance, taking out his irritation on the poor zombies that had successfully come under his arm today.

– This is… It's just unbelievable… Mr.-sama is so strong… –

In the blessing, everyone watched as Shiro, in his bloody dance, grinds all the undead into a salad.

– And I was also worried about him… Probably he now thinks that I'm stupid and annoying – blushing, the commander of the fighters thought.

Meanwhile, our hero continued his bloody, deadly dance.

After Shiro's attacks, the zombies looked like they had been put through a meat grinder…

Arms, legs, heads… Everything was flying apart.

Time passed. Shiro, like a killing machine, continued the genocide of the undead.

Soon half of the horde was destroyed.

Finally, the "core" of the strongest creatures that protected something appeared.

Without slowing down, he began to attack.

The whips attacked like snakes without mercy, trying to get to what the zombies were protecting.

The creatures themselves tried their best to prevent this.

Eventually, after killing another batch of undead, Shiro saw what they were guarding.

A creature similar to a man. Black hair. Pale skin. The red eyes shone with intelligence.

A vampire. It has evolved quite recently. Looks like the vampires from Twilight. I even feel sorry for the fool. May he rest in peace.

With a cheerful maniac smile on his face, Shiro said.

– Some cute vampires have gone today… Although they seem to be mostly pretty, but whatever. I still need you for experiments, your appearance interests me last of all. Come here, kys-kys-kys… –

As if on command, all the more or less strong zombies rushed at the hero, and the vampire tried to run away with all his legs. But he attacked the wrong one today.

A few strokes of the whips and only a bloody mess remains behind.

Three seconds later, Shiro caught up with the sucker, grabbing him by the neck from behind.

The bloodsucker tried to escape. I was spinning, spinning like I was in a frying pan, but all my efforts were in vain. The hand seemed glued to the vampire's neck, refusing to let go of the prey.

– Great. Now, a couple of experiments and all the weaknesses of vampires in this world will be known, if these weaknesses certainly exist. –

"We're going to have a great time, buddy. If you don't do anything stupid, then I'll try to torture you somehow more gently. It remains only to finish off the horde to the end and you can start experimenting. Peek-a-boo. – he spoke with the madness of a maniac scientist, and the laughter matched.

– Ahem. Okay, of course it's fun to cosplay Orochimaru, but you shouldn't overdo it – he coughed confusedly and spoke again in a normal voice.

From the first person

Before the evening, I managed to destroy the horde to the end and at the same time learn about the weaknesses of vampires in this world.

In general, the sun does not kill them, but weakens and burns them. Garlic doesn't work, and neither does holy water. Vampires burn great, and also don't like silver very much, it poisons them, stops regeneration, and just brings a lot of pain.

That's all I could find out. Not much, of course, but at least something.

I was sitting in the office when the door suddenly slid open. Few people can afford to come to me so familiarly, but she definitely has the opportunity to "fly" into my office like that.

– Is something wrong sun? I asked with a soft smile on my lips and tenderness in my voice.

– Yes, I came by to see how you're doing and at the same time to say something interesting. – she was saying with an anticipatory smile, obviously very pleased with something. Like a cat gorged on sour cream.

– What are you so happy about? Share your joy. I said with a smile, putting her on my lap and hugging her.

– I won't torment you. Saya agreed to participate in our "play" today. –

The girl's eyes were slightly closed. It felt as if not a girl was looking at you, but a very cunning, contented fox.

– Really? She finally made up her mind… It beautiful What's our number today? Do I need a prop? –

On my face, I "drew" exactly the same smile as Saeko.

– Today we have cast. The guilty maid gets a lesson from the Master and Mistress. – with a wild, slightly sadistic smile, she said, clearly in anticipation.

– Interesting. Props? –

– We need a maid's, mistress's and master's costume. –

- OK. It will be fun… –

Addition

[Careful HENTAI]

Evening. The sun has gone below the horizon.

The candles emitted a dim, weak light, giving the bedroom a mysterious, intimate atmosphere.

Two people were sitting in beautiful, carved armchairs, drinking tea. A young dark-skinned man and a young woman with purple hair. Both are dressed in beautiful but strict clothes.

Suddenly there was a timid knock on the door.

The woman's calm, peaceful face changed.

Her face has acquired severity and coldness. The pose became more tense. Breathing accelerated a little.

Unlike her, the guy hasn't changed. Everything is also calm, peace and tenderness.

–Come in," the woman said in a stern, rather loud tone.

The door opened and the maid entered the room, timidly, with fear.

Everything in the maid screamed that she really wanted to escape from here.

An anxious, confused face. Eyes wide open with fear. Hands that nervously crumpled the hem of the uniform. Even the two pink-haired ponytails seemed to bounce tensely when walking.

In general, her whole nature screams that it is very nervous.

– You asked to come in, Madam. The maid said in a timid, quiet voice.

– Yes, she did. Tell my husband what happened today. –

The guy turned his gaze to the maid and began to look at her with interest.

– I... I am..I–she couldn't start out of fear, and that made her even more nervous.

The lady decided to "help".

"She broke one of our antique vases. –

– Hmm... Well, it happens. Honey, we can afford it. She's only been working for a week, and this is her first mistake. Subtract the cost of the vase from her salary and that's it. – with a smile, he calmly replied.

– I would have done so, dear husband, if it was an ordinary antique vase, but she broke the most expensive one. – she said, "hawk" looking at the girl.

He frowned and asked.

"The one from Egypt?" –

– Yes –

He was silent for a while, thinking, and then, exhaling, he said.

– Then we can only dismiss her, forcing her to pay the cost of the vase. –

– You do realize that she won't be able to earn that much even in three lifetimes, right? –

– Of course I understand, but there are no other ways out. –

– You're wrong. We can take her to one of our elite brothels. Of course, she will not pay the whole sum, but it will at least somehow compensate for the losses. The mistress spoke with a sadistic, hard smile as she looked at the maid.

The maid herself had no doubt that they could bring what was said to life.

For a while, the hostess let the silence hang in the air, and then continued.

– But I have one more suggestion. Let her be our sex slave. This is clearly much better than being a whore in a brothel. She finished with a sadistic, lascivious smile.

– Have you decided to realize these fantasies yet? –

– Yes –

– Well, I don't mind, but only if she voluntarily wants it. –

- OK. Did you hear us? The lady asked.

- Yes. –dry," the maid said softly.

– And what do you choose? –

"The first..." she almost whispered.

– Louder! –

– The first! –

– What's the first one?! –

– I want to be a sex slave! –

Pleased with what she heard, the lady said with a hard grin.

– Well done, I didn't doubt you. Let's start right now, get on all fours. –

The maid quickly got on all fours and looked at her mistress with shame.

– Now crawl over here. – said the hostess, tapping her foot in front of her.

Without any arguments, the girl went to the specified place.

As soon as she "crawled", her wife commanded again.

– Now crawl to my husband's feet. She said with a sadistic, hard grin.

– Ready, mistress. – she said, finding herself at her husband's feet.

– Now press your face against his crotch. – with a lustful gleam in her eyes, the wife said.

The owner, although he showed surprise on his face, decided not to interfere with what was happening, but to see what would happen next.

Blushing, the maid slowly directed her face to the guy's crotch until she buried her face in it, inhaling the smell.

– Tell me, what does it smell like? – with a wide, lustful and sadistic grin, the mistress asked, breathing heavily, excitedly.

–A peach..." the girl squeaked in extreme embarrassment.

"Now, hold tight and take a deep breath." Try this smell better and remember how your master smells. –

Pressing her face to the crotch harder, the girl perfectly felt the owner's unit with her little one.

Taking a deep breath, the maid filled her lungs with the scent of peach and the musky smell of bodily secretions.

The maid was almost dizzy from this delicious, intoxicating, natural perfume.

– Remember the smell of the owner? –

– Yes, Mistress. –

– Great, move on. Pull out your master's cock. –

With small palms, the girl reached for the fly of her trousers.

Unbuttoning it, and opening access to the crotch, she put a pen there.

It was not difficult to find the desired object.

Gently clasping it, she began to pull it out. A small hand could not completely grasp the trunk.

Soon, the member violently burst out of his pants, not forgetting to clap quite loudly when he hit the maid on the cheek.

– Tell me what you see…–

– The owner's penis…–

– That's right. Describe him to me. –

Honey was already flowing down Saeko's thigh, having soaked her panties before that.

– Huge, beautiful and very hard. – spellbound, she said, watching how the penis twitches.

– That's enough for a start. Now take it in your mouth. –

Slowly, the girl approached the head and timidly took her half in her mouth and began to suck.

– Ahh – Shiro breathed in languidly, feeling soft, tender lips.

Hearing this breath, the maid began to play more actively, more diligently with the bridle.

– Take more. – said the hostess, already playing with her fingers with her pussy.

Tearing herself away from the penis, with a smacking sound, the maid answered.

– I can't, mistress. The gentleman's penis is too big for my small mouth. she replied, and then went back to sucking.

With a lustful, sadistic grin on her face, the hostess said.

– Nothing. I'll help you. –

Then lifting her long, sexy leg in dark tights, she stepped on the back of the slave's head.

With a characteristic sound, a huge cock flew into the girl's throat, deforming it along the way.

From the side, it was clearly visible how something of a phallic shape stretched the girl's throat.

The leg stopped holding the head, and the maid broke out of captivity, clearing her throat.

– Did you clear your throat? Get back to your seat, let's start training. – with a wild, lascivious grin, she said excitedly.

– Yes, mistress. –

For a while, all the sounds in the room came from the man's moans and the maid's throat blowjob.

Vulgar, wet sounds of throat blowjob and quiet male moans ... Romance…

All this time, the slender, elegant leg of the hostess diligently helped her beloved maid, pressing her on the back of her head in time… Like a pump pumped...

The guy's moans became more frequent and soon, the maid felt the penis in her palm stiffen and expand a little.

Realizing that the gentleman was about to cum, she swallowed his penis as deeply as possible, not without the help of the mistress of course.

"I'm coming," he groaned loudly.

At a fast speed, the yogurt of the owner quickly left his native land, almost directly getting into the stomach.

After a while, at the end of the orgasm, the man pulled the penis out of the girl's throat, leaving only the head in his mouth, filling it with semen.

The maid completely tasted the delicious yogurt.

– Well, how delicious is it? –

– Yes, mistress. Very tasty. –

– It's good because now you will only eat my husband's seed. –

"Very well, mistress. –

– Let's go to bed – said the sadist, leading her husband.

Sitting on the bed, the hostess with a lustful hard smile, said.

– Come here. It's time for you to remember what the mistress smells like. Darling, be kind enough to fuck her properly for now. –

– With great pleasure, dear. – grinning, he replied, aiming at the "mink".

With a quick, sharp movement, he entered, completely filling the bosom of the maid, whose mouth is now wide open.

"I know he's great, but don't forget where you belong. – she said with a malicious, sadistic grin and with a sharp movement directed the maid's head to her pussy.

She had no choice but to start pleasuring the juicy pussy of the hostess, although in fact she did not resist because in her head, now, there was a complete mess from overflowing her pleasure.

– Better use your tongue! Better! Remember the smell of the mistress bitch! – she said, pressing her head into her crotch.

The man, like a jackhammer, rhythmically ravaged the girl's cave.

The penis deformed the girl's flesh so much that its shape was clearly visible on her tummy.

Thirty seconds later, the maid came powerfully, losing consciousness for a good ten minutes.

Her body tensed and shook, her toes spread out, and a stream of juice flew out of her pussy.

– MMMMMMM! – she screamed into the mistress's pussy than muffled the sound.

– You've already finished, but I haven't! How dare you cum before mistress bitch!? – she said, slapping the servant's ass.

– I will improve, mistress. – the girl answered wearily.

– I hope so. Get back to work. –

Half an hour later

Shiro, Saeko, and Saya were lying on a bed stained with secretions.

The girls smiled contentedly, hugging the sides of the guy.

– I didn't know it was so cool…–

– And I didn't know that you are a hidden masochist Saya... you made a great maid-slave. –

Blushing, Saya couldn't find an answer and just buried her face in Shiro, avoiding the question and hiding her confused face.

– Yes, it was good… We'll definitely do it again, right? Shiro said, stroking the zunderka.

- Yes. she answered softly.

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