Triple B takes you to a house some distance from the arena and there you see the two others, M.I.L.F. (looking absolutely scrumptious in loose t-shirt and jeans) and Britannia looking regal but casual in a tight fitting top and skirt with a Union Jack pattern. Triple B and Maggie hug with a great squish that causes milk to stain the front of Maggie’s t-shirt (which she doesn’t seem to mind.) Triple B’s greeting with Britannia is a little more formal with a mostly chaste kiss with only a hint of tongue.
Maggie is the first to turn her attention to you. Once Triple B informs the other two that you’ve agreed to join them in their venture, Maggie positively charges for you, wrapping you up in a powerful but thoroughly delightful embrace.
“I was hopin’ you’d be with us,” she says with a huge grin, “Now give mama Maggie a kiss to seal the deal.”
Maggie kisses you deep and wet and you certainly give back as good as you get, even giving her massive milky tits a loving grope.
“Now look watcha did,” Maggie says with mock-sternness, “ya made a mess. Look at all this milk on my shirt and my teats.”
“Oh well, I guess I’d better clean up,” you say with a wink, ducking your head and lifting her shirt.
Maggie squeaks and laughs uproariously as you lick and kiss and slurp her great fat tits clean of the milky overflow. That is, until Britannia clears her throat. Maggie reluctantly withdraws and you stand before Britannia who towers over you, a hand on her hip, as if surveying you.
“You may not look like much, my lad,” she says, “But I’ve seen how you fight, and I approve. I don’t know why it works, but it apparently does…and you treat even your opponents with respect, which makes you unique among the men of EWL. If you’re to be one of us, I need your vow that you’ll not only never betray us, but never disrespect us. We will treat you with the same loyalty and respect. Do you swear it?”
“I so swear,” you answer.
“Accepted,” says Britannia, actually scooping you up off your feet, under your armpits.
Britannia kisses you solidly, almost ceremonially, as if to seal the deal. You throw the weight of your sincerity and skill into that kiss causing Britannia’s eyes to pop open in surprise for a moment. At the end of the kiss, she smirks at you.
“I think I’m going to enjoy doing business with you,” she says, “And we’re going to take the EWL by storm. And now…I think it’s time for us all to party.” |