Chapter 117: Is that a fountain?
Zuna’s body still twitched, every slight movement sending ripples through her bulging belly and sprays of cum leaking from her ravaged pussy. Her breath was shallow, her face flushed and frozen in blissed-out exhaustion.
Allen crouched beside her, giving her thigh a playful slap that made her flinch and moan.
"Hey, Zuna," he said, smirking at the sloppy mess he’d turned her into. "I still need that map. You know, to find the mermaid tribe."
Zuna’s head lolled toward him, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. "M-map..."
She tried to lift her arm, but the motion only squeezed more cum from her stretched entrance, making her cry out softly.
"Gods above," Fina muttered, her cat ears flicking as she watched. "She’s still dripping like a broken faucet."
Rinni, meanwhile, was poking at Zuna’s swollen stomach, giggling as it jiggled beneath her fingers. "Look at this!" she squealed. "She’s so full! You think if I press here, she’ll squirt more?"
Allen chuckled as Rinni poked again, earning another weak moan and a fresh gush of cum from Zuna’s trembling thighs.
"Focus, you two," he said, though he was clearly enjoying the show. "Zuna, where’s the damn map?"
The elder managed to lift a trembling hand and pointed toward a small wooden desk near the edge of the room.
"Th-there," she gasped. "Leather... scroll..."