Chapter 46: 46 Judgement

Thursday 1700, Friday 1665 Dungeon points.

 

As we get ready for the day, Brigit checks my injury. “It’s looking pretty good,” She informs me.

 

I look at them in the mirror and nod. “The healing ability seems to be working. It’s not fast, but it’s cutting the process in half at least,” I guess.

 

As we are doing that, Christal perks up and informs us, “The peasant is back.”

 

I frown. “Didn’t she sell us out? That’s pretty bold of her,” I say with amusement.

 

Brigit places gauze onto my wound and then pulls out a sheer black shirt. Brigit hooks my custom-made bra with cutouts than the shirt. It leaves my stomach exposed. Well, it’s see-through, so is it covering anything? “I’ll have to change later,” I complain.

 

Brigit shrugs. “you may have to change later anyways. That woman is gross,” she replies.

 

The vagina cutout custom panties match with a mini skirt made of a stretchy material that pulls tightly over my hips. Every step makes the skirt ride up. Just walking down the stairs has the skirt revealing everything.

 

Brigit’s dress is a puffy skirt that flips up every step, exposing a gstring and a T-shirt with boob holes cut out. She doesn’t even have a bra, so her large tits are on full display.

 

I’m still stuck with the slimes carrying me. So once they arrive, we head over to the dungeon. We enter to Blue, talking to the woman while whizzing in an infinity pattern.

 

“How are things going, Blue?”

 

Blue spins around and flies over and lands on my head. “I’m having fun. I already learned a few new words!”

 

The woman looks at us with fearful eyes and falls to the ground. She speaks to us, but of course, we can only understand a few words. “…Help…Need…please,” she begs. I guess she wants more of my cum. But I don’t know why.

 

I look over at Brigit, who has a deep frown. She glances over at me and gives a supportive smile. “What do you think?” I ask.

 

“I don’t see any reason to help her,” Brigit says bitterly.

 

I shrug, “I’m not mad. It helped us out in the end.”

 

Brigit shakes her head furiously, flinging her fiery hair like opening up a fan. “She’s a spy. Just kick her out.”

 

“She seems desperate, though, and a bottle of cum isn’t that big of a deal,” I state.

 

Brigit stomps and yells, “why are you taking her side?”

 

I grab Brigit’s shoulders and look her in the eyes. “I’m not taking her side. I’m just not that mad.”

 

“You didn’t have to see your sister get stabbed,” Brigit responds with tears forming.

 

“I know. We just need to be more careful from now on,” I say while hugging Brigit.

 

I rub Brigit’s back as she sniffles and cries into my shoulder. I didn’t know she was holding all this in. I haven’t been a good sister. I whisper to Brigit, “we’ll do what you want. Ok?”

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Brigit shakes her head into my shoulder. “Sniff. No, you’re right.” She pulls back and wipes her eyes, then smirks. “Should we mess her up then?”

 

I frown and shake my head. “No, she’s still gross.” I kick the floor in thought. “We should use her as a test subject.”

 

Brigit nods. “You mean tomorrow?”

 

“Yeah. We should have everything set up then,” I say.

 

I go grab a bottle and kneel in front of the poor woman. I wave it in her face with my most appealing smile I can manage. I put up a finger and say, “one day come.” I point at the ground. “Understand?”

 

The woman reaches out for the bottle, but I pull it away. “One day come, understand?”

 

She nods like a bobblehead. “I understand!” she says some other stuff that I don’t understand, but that’s good enough. I hand over the bottle. She snatches the bottle to her chest and keeps nodding. “Thank you! Thank you!”

 

She runs away as I stand up. “There must be something going on. But it’s not our problem,” I say with a shrug.

 

Brigit wraps around my arm and says, “Let's get lunch and prepare to leave.”

 

As we enter the house, I laugh. “It was a waste to dress up.”

 

I hear Brigit close the door behind me without saying anything. Then I sense her behind me. I turn my head to look over my shoulder. I see the side of Brigit’s face out of the corner of my eye. I feel a soft thing clamp on my ear. Then a wet tongue licks my ear. Next, a tickling nibble makes me shiver.

 

Brigit giggles right into my ear. “I love how you react right away.” Her hands walk a finger at a time around my back, up my peaks, then they grope my boobs. “It wasn’t a waste,” as she says that, she rips the light material allowing her to touch me directly.

 

I melt as Brigit milks my boobs groping up and down, massaging every inch. With the bra conforming to my boobs so closely, the touch penetrates through easily. “MMmm, you’re killing me,” I moan. I feel pressure in my nether regions as an orgasm builds. Brigit seems to notice me tensing up as her hands squeeze and pulls my tits. She ends on my nipple, grabbing them and pulling them up.

 

My nipple sends an earthquake to my brain, which bounces around in my skull as my head falls back onto Brigit’s shoulder. The category seven earthquake spreads through my body, causing a volcanic eruption from my pussy.

 

“EEEEaaaahhh!” I scream while convulsing. Splish the ground covers in lava and puddles at my feet. My tongue hangs out as I pant, leaning into my sister’s tits.

 

After I recover a bit, Brigit helps me to the couch. As she lays me down, she says, “tsk tsk. You just threw our lunch on the floor.”

 

I laugh. “That’s no fair attacking from behind!” I then pull her down to the couch and straddle her. “If you want to eat, you must get it from the tap.” Before she can reply, I shove my tongue into her mouth and wrestle her tongue. My tasty saliva flows into Brigit’s mouth as she savors it, sucking my tongue.

 

As our tongues wrestle, the erect flag poles on our tits also wrestle. They are squishing and flicking against each other. I squeeze Brigit’s ample ass. I hump against her. I pull away after exploring every inch of Brigit’s mouth.

 

“Time to eat!” I joke. Brigit seems to be in a daze on edge and doesn’t respond. I push her down onto the couch and place my exposed vagina over her face. I then lay down and shove my face into her flower. Brigit’s flower is already sopping with nectar, and I lick it up like a starving bee.

 

I feel Brigit dive into my cunt as well, lapping like a thirsty dog. We suck and lick, but the fluids never seem to end. I then move my lips to Brigit’s engorged clit. She takes the cue and does the same to mine. Then we administrate the bulge with a nibble.

 

A door opens, and I hear someone call. “I’m home!” But my mind can’t comprehend what is heard as I orgasm.

 

I do my best to keep sucking, but my mind breaks, and we both unleash an endless torrent into each other's faces. I open my mouth to scream, but it’s filled with fluids forcing me to swallow it down to avoid drowning. I hear Brigit gasping and chugging as well.

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