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Summary: Netero gets defeated by Muerem, who takes a great interest in making him cum repeatedly.

"Hua cha!" Netero yelled, and swung his palm down, the golden figure behind him mimicking in perfect synchronisation. Dust erupted beneath Muerem, but when the King stepped out, he was completely unscathed.
Netero did the motions he had spent so long perfecting, his hands moving at near-light speed. It was almost bad luck that Muerem was fast enough to catch him off guard. Using a simple Nen trick he had learned by devouring some hunters, he tapped Netero on the arm and the old man fell down suddenly, his body straining against the amplified Nen ability.
"Don't bother." Muerem muttered, squatting down to face the wriggling figure. "This isn't something you can break with brute force."
And he was right. Netero struggled and wriggled until his body was shaking from exertion and covered in sweat, and yet he had not broken the bond.
"Now," Muerem muttered, and in one swift motion tugged all of his clothes off, leaving the sexy old man completely devoid of any clothes. "Let us begin." And with that, he brought the old man up and put his mouth to a nipple, groaning at the delicious, nen-saturated taste he found there, licking, biting, sucking the dusky nub until Netero was crying out in pleasure.
"You taste heavenly." Muerem breathed, going up to allow Netero slight respite from his relentless torture of his nipples before continuing on the right.
"A-agh! Nnngh!" Netero cried out. His body shook, and a sweat droplet slid down onto Muerem's tongue. Somehow, he found it to taste even better, and went to the right, lapping up the accumulating sweat droplets he found in between Netero's perfect, muscular pectorals, making the thousand-year old groan and moan and wriggle around in his bind, but there was nothing he could do but take it.
"A-ah. S-stop it." Muerem moaned as Netero went to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other.
"I was unaware an old man could be so sexy." Muerem muttered as he went down Netero's body and began licking one ab at a time, spending at last five minutes on each one, making sure to lick up all the sweat and replace it with saliva. He loved how Netero looked naked and covered in sweat, so that it sort of shined and accentuated him. He was curious as to whether saliva would produce a similar effect.
"Sh-shit. Muerem." Netero cried out. His body was weak from exertion, and already, after only an hour of Muerem's assault, his body shook and his penis dripped out pre-come at a furious rate.
Finally, the King arrived at the masterpiece of the man in front of him, the penis. Salivating slightly at the beautiful sight of the swollen head, and the whitey goodness that dripped out of it, Muerem lept forward and devoured the organ, showing it no mercy as he licked up every piece of pre-come and gave Netero's cock a complete tongue bath.
"Nnng-nngh! Ngh!" Netero screamed. His body shook and suddenly, his body arched, come spurting out of his delicious cock and landing in Muerem's hungry, waiting mouth. It went on for a minute straight, that orgasm, and as Muerem hungrily demanded for more by prodding Netero's withering cock with his tonuge, his cock spurted out less and less of that delicious come until it stopped and the man collapsed from utter exhaustion, his entire body covered in saliva from Netero, but also a new layer of sweat from the incredibly intense orgasm he had just experienced.
"More. I want more!" Without a reply from the exhausted old man, Muerem lept forward and licked up all the sweat once again, practically devouring the poor man's body until he was shaking from exhaustion, his mouth all but dry from moaning so much.
Muerem leaned down, and enclosed his mouth around his penis, licking and teasing at the cockhead until it was hypersenseitive to touch, and Netero was limp from exhaustion, slumping down on the floor. His cock was the only thing that moved for his next orgasm, which came quickly and unexpectedly. Netero cried out weakly as his cock spurted out more cum into Muerem's expecting mouth, but his body didn't move. It couldn't. Netero had exhausted his energy at least an hour ago, but Muerem really wasn't letting out.
"Now, then," he said, "let us see how much comes out on the third, hmm?"
Their sex marathon lasted two entire days straight, and by the end of it, Muerem was finally satisfied, and Netero, completely devoid of come, was lying on the ground, unconscious, groaning as the wind hit his skin. He had become so hypersensitive after the 34th orgasm that even the wind make him cry out. Every once in a while, his cock would shift slightly as it dry orgasmed from the wind moving across his skin. Covered in his own cum, crying out softly as he orgasmed, and completely tired, Gon and Killua finally came across the gorgeous, cum-covered body, and decided they were pretty hungry too. Behind them came Morel and Knuckles, who were impatient to try out the old man, but decided to let the two eager boys have their fun first. They sat there for an entire day, watching Netero's body shake every once in a while from an orgasm, until he finally woke up.
"Gon? Killua?" He muttered blearily, his voice hoarse from 48 hours worth of screaming.
The two boys replied by jumping him.