CHAPTER 4.3: GRIMOMAS FOR FRIENDS
The Sisters Funny Bounding
Night falls, and the sky glitters with stars heralding Grimomas—the celebration of the Great Wizard’s birth. Inside the castle, Beatrice and Laura exchange mischievous glances as they lounge by the ornate fireplace.
“Sister,” Beatrice says with a sly grin, “I think there’s no better way to celebrate the holidays than with some good sisterly exercise.”
Laura’s eyes drift to the prominent bulge under Beatrice’s dress. She smirks, “Sis, remember, I can leave you drier than a desert without even trying.”
Beatrice chuckles, hiking her dress slightly. “And that’s why I need another round. Two days without it is too long for a futanari like me.”
Laura laughs as she lifts Beatrice’s dress fully, exposing her. “What better way to celebrate Grimomas than with a good, unrestrained fuck?”
Laura’s lips meet Beatrice’s cock, sucking fervently from base to tip. Beatrice moans loudly, her voice echoing through the castle halls.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Sis, you’re drying me out like a sponge in the sun!”
Laura’s sucking intensifies. “Mmmmmm, so hard,” she mumbles, sending vibrations that make Beatrice’s knees wobble.
Beatrice grips Laura’s head and moves her hips, thrusting into her mouth. “Feel it all, sis! I’m close to my first load.”
Laura’s eyes glimmer as she urges, “Do it, Sis! Give me your sweet load!”
With a shuddering moan, Beatrice releases. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! TAKE IT ALL, SISTER!”
Laura swallows every drop of Beatrice’s cum, savoring its vanilla ice cream flavor. She finally releases Beatrice with a satisfying pop, licking her lips. “Mmmmmm, delicious.”
Beatrice pants, her cock still throbbing. “Mmm, at least 2,000 more rounds, sis.”
Laura wipes her mouth and smirks. “Remember the record? 200,000 rounds of pure sex? We painted the entire castle white.”
Beatrice nods proudly. “And that day changed a lot of things.”
Laura playfully strokes Beatrice’s cock. “And they’ll keep changing. Now, how about we switch? You can have my ass, and I’ll swallow it after.”
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Without hesitation, Beatrice positions herself behind Laura and plunges into her. “Damn, sis, two days and you’re already this tight?”
Laura screams in pleasure. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SISTER!!!”
Beatrice’s thrusts grow frantic. “At this rate, I’m gonna burst again.”
“DO IT, SISTER!!!” Laura yells, her moans echoing.
Beatrice climaxes inside her sister with such force that the couch beneath them rattles. “AHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!!”
Laura pants heavily, basking in the release. “That’s it, Sister.”
Beatrice pulls out and steadies herself. “Round two, here we go. Ugh, you’re so tender when I cum, sis.”
Before they can continue, the boys call out from the courtyard. “Hey, girls! We made a bonfire. Come join us! You can finish your fun later.”
Beatrice and Laura exchange glances and laugh. “This Grimomas night just keeps getting better! Let’s go!”
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The Friends Gingerdrinks
The sisters arrive at the bonfire, where Coco, Skully, Carpio, Frosty, and Rookie are already seated. The flames crackle, illuminating their faces with a warm glow.
Rookie holds up a bottle. “Girls, let’s have some Gingerschool—the finest alcohol in the Ginger Family.”
Beatrice sits on a log, holding out a glass. “Now we’re talking.”
Laura does the same. “The more alcohol, the better.”
Rookie pours generously, filling their glasses. “Honestly, we’re grateful for your help, girls.”
Beatrice and Laura exchange surprised looks. “Really?”
Omega Man nods. “You’ve taught us how to thrive in this grotesque society. Here, everything is so extreme that maintaining a noble, positive appearance is the only way to stand out.”
Rookie adds, “Thanks to you, I’ve got my muscles, and Omega Man’s perfected his fake personality.”
Beatrice and Laura smile sweetly. “Awww, that’s so kind. Thanks, guys.” They take a sip of the sweet alcohol.
Coco chimes in. “These drinks are sweeter than my roots.”
Carpio nods. “And softer than my feathers.”
Memories of Friendships
Skully grins. “Reminds me of that time Frosty stuck it in a blonde.”
Frosty groans. “Hey, she had big hips! A snowman has his limits.”
Beatrice smirks. “On a scale of 5 to 10 rapes, how much did she enjoy your frozen tundra?”
Skully bursts out laughing. “I’d say a 4!”
Frosty shakes his head. “I warned her: snowman rape isn’t the same as orc rape.”
Carpio laughs. “Frozen hips?”
Frosty sighs. “Four weeks. Can you believe it?”
Everyone except Skully exclaims. “No way!”
Frosty nods. “And that was just the first 20 centimeters.”
Coco interjects. “Same thing happened to a guy I met. He thought roots were like dinosaur dicks. He never expected me to put my whole trunk in him. Five weeks without walking!”
The Best Moment of the Year
The group roars with laughter, sharing more absurd stories until Beatrice raises her glass. “Guys, let’s toast!”
Omega Man shouts, “To more fame!”
Rookie adds, “To masculinity!”
Carpio follows. “To ingenuity!”
Frosty and Skully chime in together. “To thefts!”
Coco raises her glass. “To deceptions!”
Laura grins. “To beauty!”
Beatrice declares, “And to manipulations!”
Everyone clinks their glasses together, shouting in unison. “May this be the best 500,000th year ever!”
The night is filled with laughter, camaraderie, and bizarre yet heartfelt moments. Grimomas is truly a night to remember—a celebration of grotesque friendship and unapologetic chaos.