Tracking flying creatures depended on finding their nest, a process that required either intimate knowledge of the local terrain, migration patterns, and food sources of your quarry... or getting the location from a local ranger in exchange for a blowjob. Forest dwelling types always came into town feeling... amorous.
The open, grassy plain, vivid green with thick, swaying grass gave way to rocky crags. This was the canyon you'd had marked on your map, and the nest was here somewhere. Blue and black stone speared up out of the ground; the cliffs on either side.
The wind whistled through the rocks; scattered here and there were hoofprints, and the unmistakable patterns in the sands that winged beasts such as birds made, though much larger than any normal bird.
You see to one side a sign; you'd found your mark. A steaming, fresh pile of pegasus shit was on the ground; in the cliffs above, a shallow cave. A whinny issued from within.
Lucky you thought to bring climbing gear…
Finally this journey started to result in something. Never in a million years would I have thought this is what I'd be doing, but ever since I got that goddess' blessing, nothing seemed impossible anymore. I looked up at the cliff, wishing I already had wings to do this. What's the point of getting wings later if I need them now? Even if I fell, I'd be back at attempting to climb right away. Putting my climbing gloves on, I began ascended the face of the cliff, hoping they along with my boots would be enough. And at the top... A prize worth a million falls.
The thick leather gloves and boots were worth every silver, making the treacherous climb much easier. You do build up a bit of a sweat, glistening in the sun by the time you reach the shallow cave.
Unlike the craggy cliffside, the cave interior is much smoother, worn down by the wind. It's quite cool. At the end of the cave is a nest; gigantic in size, made of branches entwined together; inside it, three large eggs, each with a blue-silver sheen.
Between you and the nest, rising to his hooves, your target, the locally legendary Pegasus. The rare and noble beast is pristine white, his mane and tail jet black. He stretches out his impressive wingspan, giving you a threatening huff…
That cliff was nothing. I rolled myself up in front of the cave, my chest heaving greatly. Every inch of my body glistened with sweat. I grew up used to wearing just scraps, but lately I had been able to afford a tight little pair of leather shorts that hugged my thick ass perfectly. I really loved leather. Another tight piece of it was keeping my luscious breasts pushed upwards and against each other, giving me ample cleavage.
I saw the eggs immediately, and the beast in front of them. The poor thing thought I was after it's eggs. What I really needed was its wings so I could fly. And the way to get them is the best thing to ever happen to me.
I looked the animal in the eyes and stepped forward slowly. "Don't be afraid, I'm not here for your eggs. Or to hurt you." I took a few more steps. "Honestly, I just want you to hurt me badly." I lustily said with a smirk.
The winged horse huffs, an intelligence more than animal but less than human in its eyes. It lowers its head and stamps a hoof menacingly; you're invading its territory and it is warning you to leave.
You remain headstrong, having utmost confidence in the blessing of the goddess Aura, that you'll make it through this, albeit not unscathed.
The creature before you may possibly be calmed... or roused to attack by your actions.
I continued forth, making sure to not make any sudden movements. The closer I got the more I realized how beautiful the beast was. I couldn't wait to be that beautiful. It must have loved it's freedom with those wings, able to soar over everyone's heads.
I kept going until I was able to place a soft touch on the end of its nose, smiling.
Angered by your encroachment on its territory and the threat of your bared teeth, the pegasus folds its wings tight against its body and slams you to the ground. You slide across the stone floor before rolling to your feet, dangerously close to the the cave mouth, the fifty foot plummet, and the jagged rocks below.
The pegasus has turned to the side, using its body to protect its nest, legs stomping the ground; its powerful hind muscles looking like it could deliver a kick that would decapitate a troll, let alone a soft, curvy human woman. It might have been the adrenaline or sense of territoriality, but the pegasus is getting hard; he has an enormous flared cock, with two balls the size of a halflings head!
I should have seen that coming. I groaned as I stood up, pain radiating through my body. When I looked behind, I realized how lucky I had been having landed near the edge. And when I turned back to the beast, my eyes went wide. Somehow pushing me away had made the animal excited, causing its cock to engorge underneath its body. And those balls... Damn, were they huge. I was far from a virgin, and while human cocks haven't been the only ones I've had lately, this was far from anything I've had. All I could do was stare at its thick, flared head, licking my lips as I yearned for a taste. My pussy immediately grew wet, drooling from hungering for cock. Whatever happened up here in the cave, I needed that cock at some point.
Unphased by the hard blow, I approached the beast once more. Except this time, I swayed my hips along the way. "Oh, you poor thing. I bet all your time stuck up here in this cave has made you all pent up. If you behave yourself, I might even give you a very special treat." I seductively said to it, slowly opening my shorts as I closed in.
You nimbly jump back as the creature rears and wildly stomps the air with its hooves. It seems to be avoiding throwing its bulk around too much near the nest, but drawing it further away would mean staying near the precarious edge of the cliff. Either way, trying to calm it is going to be impossible by moving closer; getting nearer will certainly provoke it to attack.
The beast was sure being stubborn. I can't blame it really. There are eggs in here, and they aren't making matters easier. Taking a quick glance around, I saw the perfect thing. On one side of the cave away from the eggs and the animal was a large boulder. I made my way over to it and sat down.
I kept eye contact with the beast and licked my lips. If he didn't want me near, then he'll have to come to me. I began squeezing and mashing my leather covered breasts, trying to be as alluring as possible. One of my hands slipped down inside of my opened shorts and found my throbbing clit. Soft moans filled the cave as I rubbed myself, which would hopefully lure the beast over with my intoxicating scent.
"Ohh... I'm so lonely over here. Is there anyone else... who would like to... play with me?" I lustily asked as I stared deep into its eyes.
The boulder is cool and smooth, large enough to lie back on. Scuff marks down the sides make you suspect that the cave's residents use it to polish their hooves.
The pegasus looks wary and unsure, stepping sideways to remain between you and the nest... but one step closer than before.
Pegasi are known for being creatures of light and purity, much like unicorns; popular mounts of holy warriors and paladins. You just have to hope that being the Chosen One of Aura, goddess of life, death and rebirth, is a noble enough cause... even if your own motives are far less than pure.
What's taking this creature so long to get over here? I slipped my shorts down along my lovely thighs and threw them to the side. My underwear was absolutely soaked. I quickly pulled them down as well, bunched them up, and tossed them at the creature. Hopefully my scent from them would finally encourage him enough to come over. I spread my legs apart, showing him my perfect, juicy pussy that craved a good cream filling.
"Come on, I'll even let you have a taste." I said as I rubbed my pussy.
The pegasus pauses, looking at the nest, then the open mouth of the cave, before trotting over. His muscular white bulk looms over you, a foreleg on either side of your prone form, hot breath on your skin, its beastial cock sliding up against your body.
Finally. This beast was massive once he came to me. And not just what he had swinging down below. I leaned all the way back, laying down on the rock to allow him to tower over my body. I reached up and rubbed his warm, strong body. It's hot cock sent tingles into me as it slid around my slick skin, the thick head only inches away from my hungry pussy. Being gentle, I reached down and gripped his hard cock, giving it a soft squeeze.
The pegasus is tense, though it feels like a different kind of tension as you wrap your fingers around his cock. Even using both hands, your fingertips only barely touch around him. He gives another huff, his wings spreading low at his sides, feathers bristling. He shifts over you, the base of his cock pressing up against your wet pussy, dripping pearlescent precum on your leather breastplate, giving you a rough idea of how deep inside your internal organs he'd end up if left unchecked. He also has the strength to remind you that he's more wild animal than intelligent beast; you feel that, if provoked, he'd be an unstoppable force... perfect for your needs.
God, so hot and thick. His cock went all the way up to my cleavage, leaking heavily into it. I decided to pet it up and down along its length, making it throb and pulse. Picking it up for a moment, I lifted my head and began sucking on the flared end. The taste was heavenly, a perfect mix of sweet and salty. So much oozed out of him, and I drank it right up. I probed the opening with my tongue, making it throb even harder. All this sucking has made my pussy drip heavily, and with a deep breath, I scooted further back on the rock until the head of his cock was right at my entrance.
"I hope I'm not too tight for you big guy. You think you can fit all the way in?" I teased as I rubbed the flared head of his cock all over my hungry pussy.
The pegasus is not gentle.
Whether a result of your incursion into his space, or pegasus breeding cycles meaning he was spending more time looking after the eggs than relieving his tension, he thrusts forward roughly. Your powerless to stop the flared head plunging into your pussy, stifling a scream as the sharp pain ebbs away to growing pleasure. His hooves scrabble at the stone floor as he gains purchase, eager to thrust deeper inside you.
"Oh god!" I screamed as he plunged his cock deep into my pussy, slamming right into the backside. I raised my head, my eyes going wide at the sight of the huge bulge in my belly. It hurt so much getting my pussy split wide open. I'm surprised I didn't break right in half. I could feel pressure on my mound, like it was wanting to split apart. After taking some much needed deep breaths, I patted the underside of his body to reassure him. "Damn... I didn't think you were so... strong... but now... I need even more!"(edited)
He forces himself forward, flared head pushing up painfully against your cervix. Not even half his length is in inside you and you're at your limit, belly distending. His swollen, throbbing orbs, packed with cum, sway back and forth as he start to shove in and out, trying to get deeper. His wings fan out and he gives them a mighty flap, kicking up dust around you and pushing him forward.
It feels like he's going to skewer you; if you acted fast and made him cum quickly, maybe he'd calm down before that happens... but who knows what impact having all that volume suddenly pumping into your curvy body would do...
Deeper... I needed him deeper... He thrust into me, desperate to give me my wish. I couldn't hold back any longer, sending a hand down to my pussy to stroke it as fast as I could. My hips bucked, trying their best to make him go deeper. My other hand gripped my leather top and tugged on it, tearing it free from my body. Free from their prison, my breasts could now bounce all over from his thrusts. I squeezed and mashed them together, pinching and tugging my nipples hard. "Ugh... you need to push harder... ram that thing in. And don't forget to unload those balls!" I encouraged the pent up beast.
The sound of wet pounding fills the cave, cut short by a crunch! as he thrusts too deep for your poor, pleasure-stricken body to handle. Blood is now leaking from your pussy, the skin around it tearing, the clit beneath your fingertips nearly destroyed.
He's pushed past your cervix and his cockhead is now inside your womb and threatening to push further! Your belly is bulging from the mass of cock inside you. His muscles ripple and he's huffing and whinnying excitedly, oblivious to the damage he's doing to you. You know he's close now... and there's nothing you can do to stop your imminent demise...
God, how could it get any better than this. I felt my whole pussy shudder on his latest thrust, making my clit throb with pain and pleasure. The head of his cock was now in my belly, pushing my belly button upwards. I slipped my hand down off my breasts and on to the bulge, massaging it.
"Not yet big guy, you need... To go... Deeper before you can blow!" I yelled at him, gazing at his fat balls as they swung around.
Desperate to get him in further, I reached down and gripped his cock in both hands. I pulled on it much like some rope, hoping to force him in deeper. My hips joined in, slipping further down the rock.
With his wings beating mightily, he finally thrusts as deep inside you as he can, his balls slapping against your voluptuous ass. Unlike the sharp pain of breaking bones, it's more of a deeper, duller, visceral ache as your organs get scrambled by his massive cock. Your eyes roll back; you struggle to breathe with your diaphragm getting pounded, and when you moan, you cough up some blood.
Your broken body is being scraped against the smooth rock and you're starting to go weak... at this rate you'll be dead before he cums inside you!
I could hardly breathe, my heart struggling to beat. He was so deep, so hard. This gave me what I had come here for, but I needed one last thing.
"Come.... For... Me...." With my remaining energy, I rubbed my hands up and down my front to massage his length inside of me. I also closed my legs, squishing his balls between them. If he wasn't going to blow, I'll just squeeze it out.
Giving a roar, the pegasus explodes inside of you, filling your body with hot, potent seed as he tears deeply into you. Blood is gushing from you, your body swollen and bruising as cum and blood fills up the spaces between your organs. You can't breathe, choking on white fluid bubbling up from inside you, and the last sensation is the nerves of your destroyed pussy still inexplicably sparking with raw pleasure, a whole body orgasm as you expire.
There's a brief moment of silence as the pegasus draws back from your corpse, then...
Radiant light flashes within the cave, and the winged horse recoils back to protect the nest. A heavenly sound, like the peeling of silver chimes, resounds as your body vanishes and you reappear, though not the curvy, brunette rogue you once were.
You take stock of your new form; much bigger than your old one. Four hooves, two wings, big swinging dick... you look almost like a doppelganger of the pegasus that slaughtered you with its cock, albeit speckled brown, much like the freckles you had as a human.
This will do nicely...
I can never get tired of the feeling of when I transform. It's like a lingering climax from my past life. My legs trembled as I got used to my new body. I quickly ventured out of the cave once my hooves calmed, allowing the beast to rest in peace. I looked out over the grass below, hoping I could actually fly this thing. I took a moment to unfold my wings, flapping them around a bit. They seemed easy enough to control. And now, where to next. It was quite obvious that I inherited the creature's cock as well. It was the first time I decided to try for something male. And now I could feel those two heavy balls of mine yearn to unload. I needed to find someone or something to mount. That creature in the cave was lucky I wasn't feeling like taking his ass for a ride. Calming myself, taking a deep breath, I trotted along the cliffside until I gained speed, launching myself into the air as I flapped.
Like all of the talents you've used your power to inherit, flying comes naturally to you... but the sensation is still incredible. Your muscular bulk seems weightless in the air as you climb high into the sky, the landscape stretching off to a horizon. It's the most magnificent view of a sunset you've seen; the city streets you once called home pale in comparison. You dive downwards, and soar upwards, delighting in the gifts of your latest form.
You know Lady Grace was making her way across the plains in search of a mount to aid her in her holy mission; you'd overheard her discussing it with an obnoxious priest back in town. With your new form, you should be able to get close to her... and the small statuette she's transporting. Disciples of Aura love their golden statuettes...
All this freedom was incredible. I could go anywhere, do anything. I scanned all around, looking at the beautiful sights. But nothing was more beautiful than that paladin I spotted down below. I had listened in on her conversation back in town. She caught my notice since she and that priest mentioned the goddess that had blessed me. If only they knew what I was using the gift for instead.
Slowing down, I made my way down to the plains below. I landed a bit away from her so she wouldn't notice me right away. Trying my best to act natural, I just pretended I was a normal horse and approached her. Maybe she won't notice my tucked in wings. My cock was soft and in my sheath for the time being, but I don't know how long that'll last...
On your approach you see three figures; Lady Grace and two others, both men, whom might have been sparring with the tall, athletic human paladin. But as you get closer, you see they are locked in a battle for their lives. Her breastplate gleams in the setting sun, ebony skin slick with sweat, long flowing hair a vibrant shade of blue from elven dyes.
She heaves a massive, shining hammer at one of the men and he dives backwards awkwardly. The other takes the opportunity to slash at her with his shortsword, opening a gash in her arm. She elbows him in the face, breaking his nose, and as he recoils, she swings the hammer overhead and crushes his skull down into his neck.
I knew I had seen something odd from the skies. The paladin woman looked to be fighting with some men, though from the sight of her hammer slamming down onto one of of them, I knew she could handle herself. Even so, I decided to charge at the other man and use my hooves like a hammer of my own. After this, there was no way she wouldn't take me as a mount.
The blue haired beauty's eyes go wide, as she spots you charging across the plain. The brigand grins, thinking he's got her scared... until he hears the hoofbeats from behind. He reacts too late as you rear up, spreading your glorious wings and crushing him beneath your hooves.
Lady Grace drops to one knee, bowed in awe. "Blessings of the goddess, I sought you out and she sent you to me!" She rises, and places a hand over her bloody would. There’s a radiant glow beneath her fingertips, and she takes the hand away, skin healed to smooth perfection.
She looks you up and down. "With a mighty steed such as you, my holy mission with be a breeze!"
I didn't even care who that guy was, running right up to him and stomping him into a pile of mush. The paladin of course had to get all sentimental, acting like I had been summoned by a goddess. That was technically half true as I wouldn't be like this if it wasn't because of the goddess. I saw a raw of light coming from her hand, and after it went away, it looked like her wound had healed. If she can do something like that, then maybe I don't have to die every time...
I whinnied and flapped my wings in excitement before her. Slowly I walked towards her, acting like the noble horse I am. She looked so hot, that dark body of her stuffed inside of armor. And that hair... I had a feeling she wouldn't suspect a thing if she ever undressed in front of me. I nuzzled her right in the neck, nibbling on her soft skin.
She laughs, beautiful, carefree sound, removing a leather glove to stroke your nuzzle as though you and her hadn't just crushed a couple of bandits to death.
"Come, my new friend. I started to make camp not far from here, by the riverbank." Not presuming to mount you having just met you, she starts to stride off in the direction of her modest campsite.
Oh, I'll come all right. I trotted along right behind her, imagining what her dark ass looked like underneath all that armor. Thinking about it made this horse body's cock lengthen slightly, letting me feel the soft head bounce around much like my balls did. It was such an odd sensation having male organs. I can see why men were always so horny.
Her camp is a small, single person tent and a teepee of firewood, a sturdy leather backpack leaning against a tree. She goes to the pack, drawing out flint and steel, and gets the fire started quickly.
Down an embankment, a small, cool river slowly flows, leaves from the few trees growing alongside forming little boats.
Putting the fire starting gear back in her pack, she draws forth a thick tome. You recognise it by the holy symbol on the front; the scripture of Aura, her symbol a black and white hourglass with gold sand at the top, and purple sand at the bottom.
"Do you know what this is?" She asks you rhetorically. You do; irritating priests have been shoving that book in your face for years.
She had a nice little camp. Too bad I would be too big to fit inside of the tent with her. I went over to the river to drink some water. All that flying around had been exhausting, as well as smashing that guy in the head. Once she got the fire going I walked over to it, basking in the warmth. She pulled a book out of her bag and showed it to me. I recognized it, never really cared for it. I wonder if she was going to read me a bedtime story. I nuzzled her neck again.
She giggles, an unpaladin like sound, smiling with strikingly white teeth, stroking your neck in return, before reaching for a chain around her neck that hung down her ample cleavage. A small key was on the end; she used it to unlock a solid looking clasp holding the book closed.
"Behold, as the Aura tells us; ending one form begets another..." she quotes scripture and shows you the open book. It's hollow inside; swaddled in cloth is a small, golden idol of the goddess herself, statuesque form in a dress studded with diamonds and amethysts. The gold has a black sheen, a reminder that Aura is the goddess of life and death.
"This is my mission, for which I beseech your aid. I'm to take this safely to the chuch in the forest town of Woodhaven, far to the north. It is many days travel by road, but far quicker by air..."
A noble mission for sure. I myself was given important tasks as well to carry out, using my gift to help with matters. But why go out and do quests when I could have so much fun instead. Maybe I'll do a quest here or there, especially if it allowed me to have amazing bodies. Whatever this paladin needed me for, I'll play along just so I can get a chance to see that body of hers. I stretched out my wings and flapped them lightly to let her know I was up to the task.
'Oh, excellent!' She smiles, planting a kiss on your nose. You might be imagining it; her full, soft lips lingering for just a second.
She locks the "book" back up, dropping the keychain back down the front of her breastplate. She returns the book to her pack, and sits on a log, undoing the buckles on her long leather boots.
'Excuse my immodesty, my friend, but I aim to take advantage of the river there. I haven't had a chance to cleanse myself since town.'
She pulls her boots off and wiggles her toes, stretching her long, toned legs out. You notice her glancing at you out of the corner of her eye; judging by the blush, you can pinpoint the direction of her glances.
I gave another excited wing flap from the kiss, being careful to not put out the fire she worked so hard to make. It was strange feeling a tingle go through this body. Once she hinted at what she was about to do, and began taking her things off, I grew excited. Not too excited though, just enough for a bit of my cock to poke out. The way she was looking at me... I couldn't quite tell what that blush meant.
She looks away, and undoes the buckles holding on her shining breastplate, freeing her breasts. Not as large as yours in your normal human form, they are still ample and perky, with small brown nipples. It looks like she doesn't wear anything to protect them from the harsh metal of her armor; she looks sore and chafed. She massages them softly, a moan escaping her lips as she works her healing magic. She glances over at you, biting her lip.
'The healing gifts of Aura are very... um... vivacious...'
Seems the young paladin has a bit of a masochistic streak. That, or healing feels better than it looks.
She stands, working her way out of her leather skirt, performing the same ritual of healing over chafes and scratches on her body. She is well muscled, but more lithe than you were expecting, given the ease she wields that massive hammer. Suprisingly, she has also dyed her public hair; a small patch of blue hair in the shape of an hourglass over her pussy.
I watched in awe as she undressed, free to do so when she was none the wiser. Her breasts were perfect, so dark and delicious enough to eat. She was lucky I was just a horse, since if I was a wolf... At least she could heal herself. I wonder just how much she can regenerate. My horse cock slithered further out, and unable to control myself, I nibbled on her soft belly.
She strokes your mane, leaning into the soft nibbling. 'I'm fortunate to be blessed by such a friendly companion... and one with such an... endowed lifegiver. Wow.' She is now staring at your growing shaft, biting her lower lip. She's getting turned on; your bestial form can't just smell it... but sense it. Your mind races with irresistible instincts... breed, sire, survive, fuck.
She steps away, turning slowly, beckoning. Her ass is just as perky as her breasts, and muscular, too. 'Let us wash the brigands from us, my friend.' She saunters towards the river.
I followed her close, practically prodding her backside along with my nose. My cock grew harder and longer, letting me feel it throb for the first time. We entered the water together. I had to go in much deeper just to get all the way wet. My cock continued to throb in the water below. As I watched her get wet, I decided to be playful and splashed her using my wings. Then I whinnied at her.
She splashes you back; for an uptight holy zealot, she looks so carefree, blue ringlets clinging to her glistening skin, her body a shimmering dancer in the cool, crystal water.
She moves closer. 'Allow me.' She uses her fingertips to start combing dust out of your mane and your hair. Your excitement grows as her strong fingers travel down the length of your muscular, speckled flank, before stopping. She seems to have found some measure of self control, though she has been cleaning her body under the water with her other hand a suspiciously long time.
Her touch was heavenly. My cock was throbbing only a foot away from her, hidden away in the depths. I turned my head to keep an eye on her, watching her move further back. For a paladin she seemed a bit lustful, especially when her other hand seemed to be scrubbing the same spot for some time. When she stopped at my side, I folded a wing around her dripping body, bring her in for a hug.
She hugs you back, her breasts squeezing up against you.
"We should dry off before it gets dark, my friend. We have far to travel tomorrow."
It is starting to get darker, and this form's keen eyesight is better served by daylight than darkness.
Hearing those words was a bit of disappointment. My cock calmed down, slowly shrinking underneath me. I followed her back up onto the bank. It wasn't possible for me to use a towel or anything so I just stood next to the fire to slowly dry off. I gazed at her as the orange glow danced along her glistening body.
She sits by the fire, unashamedly naked, her hammer nearby in case of emergency. She has her head bowed, murmuring prayers to Aura. You see her occasionally glancing up at you. She finishes her prayer with a gesture and leans back, her tall, dark body glowing in the campfire.
That instinct is bubbling inside you again. Breed, sire, survive, fuck.
'I adore being out under the stars on a warm night, alone on the road with my thoughts. Alone, except for you, pegasus.' She muses to herself. 'I guess I should think of a name to call you...'
She wasn't only naked now, but on the ground. In such a vulnerable position for a mighty horse like me. Walking up to her, I nibbled her belly again, collecting up some stray drops of water. Lower my head went until I started nuzzling her between the legs. Her scent was heavenly, making my cock come to life once more.
She shudders, a weak protest escaping her lips but her legs sliding wider in the grass to accommodate you. 'By the goddess...'
Leaning back, her fingers clutch handfuls of grass, the fire shining in her deep brown eyes as she looks down at you.
'Oh... Aura... oh...' within moments she's moaning, gently thrusting against your face.
Once those lovely legs of hers spread apart, I knew to go all out. I pressed my muzzle hard against her pussy, rubbing those horse lips all over her own lips. My tongue was huge, able to lick every inch of her along with her throbbing clit at the same time. When my cock fully hardened once more, I didn't know if I'd be able to control myself this time. I needed her touch upon my throbbing length.
She cries out with pleasure, arching her back and holding your face tight in her hands. She pulls back from you, her pink pussy suddenly sensitive from the climax, and she writhes in the grass, moaning.
'By life and by death, I should name you Silvertongue, pegasus,' she says softly as she comes to her sense.
She notices your raging cock as you stamp your hoof impatiently.
'Aura does teach us the enjoy the gifts of life...' she says with reverence. Her soft, strong hands gently reach for your arm-length shaft...
I could see the primal need in her eyes. My legs stepped forward carefully on their own, just enough for the front of my body to stand above her. I lowered my head, turning it so I could see just how hard I had become. The flared head pointed right at her face, a bit of cream leaking from the end. All it would take would be for her to reach out just a bit further to grasp it. I nuzzled against her neck again, encouraging her.
She wraps her slender fingers around your pulsing dick, not shying away as precum drips down onto her cleavage, beading on the keychain around her neck.
She starts to stroke, slowly at first, but rapidly picking up the pace. She leans forward, darting her tongue out to lubricate the sides of your cock, seeming to savour the flavour of your precum. Her hands glide easier with her saliva lubricating them.
I let out a monstrous whinny right as her slender fingers gripped my throbbing cock. I wanted to just thrust my hips as hard as possible, but a horse's body just can't do much unless I'm mounting something. Her strokes were heavenly, and when I felt a warm tongue on my mass, my front hooves jumped up in excitement. My wings start to flutter in excitement, flapping faster as she stroked faster. I don't know what her plan was, but whatever it was, she would surely get a face full of hot cum soon.
She flinches a little at your sudden movement but doesn't relent; the courage of paladins is renowned. She starts spiralling the motion of her hands around you, working you like a potter working a clay wheel. She almost seems to whimper with desire, keeping your cock level with her face.
'Please, my mighty friend,' she begs, 'anoint me with your seed. Cover my face with your life-giving elixir...'
You feel a sensation against your balls; she has started massaging your enormous sack with the soft skin of the top of her foot, not letting up rhythm of her hands for a second.
Her words were nearly as pleasing as her dark fingers working my giant dick. I could feel the hot cum churn within my balls, begging to be released. My eyes began to cross when the arousal was quickly becoming too much. My wings fluttered erratically, my hind legs trembling. Then, unable to control myself, I bucked forward, cramming my cock between those lips of her right as I felt my balls clench.
She doesn't even hesitate, opening her mouth as wide as she can; not wide enough... cum splatters her face and into her mouth as her tongue works furiously to try and catch as much as possible. She gasps with delight as your virile seed spills out of her mouth and down her body, coating her dark breasts with white cream.
Your cock still throbs, a second spray coaxed forth by her eager hands, shooting pearlescent cum into her vibrant blue hair. She aims your cock down her body, trying to cover herself as much as possible; a third mighty explosion of cum splashing over her taut stomach, her blue, trimmed pubic hair, and the lips of her tight pussy.
She leans back with a sigh, letting go of your softening cock, still gently teasing your balls with her toes as she slides a finger over her cum-drenched abdomen and tastes you.
'My goddess, Silvertongue... you are a blessing!'
God, what a release. Just what I needed. I absolutely drenched her body, right after she finished drying off. If only she knew what it took to get this body. She was such a dirty paladin, tasting me like that. I knew I had to punish her for being so naughty. I took a couple steps back, and nuzzled her neck. I trailed my nibbles down her front until I made it to one of her chocolaty breasts. Distracted by my "Silvertongue", she didn't notice as I lifted one of my hooves and placed it right on her clit. I slowly pressed down harder until it felt like a good bit of my weight was atop her mound.
Each gentle bite elicits a moan; her body tastes of your own cum, the her pheromone smell mixing with your own. A firmer bite only results in a deeper moan as she puts an encouraging hand to the side of your face.
Seems she gets off on both the healing and the damage before it.
She gives a startled squeak at the pressure, looking down at the shining black hoof, white cum oozing out from beneath. She looks up at you and her eyelids flutter as she gives a slight grind.
I kept nibbling on her front, alternating between her breasts. My mouth was so much bigger and oddly shaped than normal, making it hard to get used to. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing, even as I nibbled and tugged at her nipples. Once she realized where my hoof was, I thought she was going to try and escape. Instead, she pressed up into me, craving the feeling. I obliged, putting even more of my weight into my one hoof. I wondered just how much weight it would take before she broke...
She grabs your slender ankle, grinding your foot down even harder, pressing her butt down into the grass; you nearly lose your balance, still getting used to your bulky form.
'Oh, goddess... oh... fu... feel me... fuh-heel me with your hard... rock hard, skull crushing... bone... crushing... hoof...'
She's writhing on her back, fingers entwined and pulling at her blue hair.
This paladin was absolutely crazy. I might just have to keep her around. There were so many things I could see myself doing to her in all the future forms I'll acquire.
Whinnying loudly and flapping my wings, I bore down on her mound with all my might.
She screams loudly as her pelvis crunches under your weight. Her back arches, scream turning into a groan of ecstasy as blood pours out of her brutalized pussy. You pull back and she twitches and convulses on the spot, wordless gasps making her cum-soaked chest heave.
She reaches down, placing her hand over her ruined pussy, fingertips on the bloody remains of her clit, and she plays with it, furiously. There's a few seconds of masochistic delight in the immense and unimaginable pain before the radiance comes and the healing begins.
As you watch, her crushed womanhood regains its form. She plunges two fingers deep inside herself, coaxing her g-spot into convalescence with frantic come-hither motions. Whatever pleasure she gained from the pain of you shattering her pelvis pales compared to the paroxysms of orgasmic delight she sends herself into with her healing gifts.
Slowly, with a satisfied sigh, her body unwinds and relaxes, the last inch being her curled toes that she stretches and wiggles with contentment.
She looks at you, her eyes gleaming, and smiles. 'You are an absolute brute, Silvertongue. I could not have prayed for a stronger ally in my time of need.'
She yawns. 'I'm afraid you have drained me completely, my friend.' She rises, stretching her long body, arms reaching to the twilight stars. She teases some of your cum from her brilliant hair and sucks it from her finger.
'It seems Anima has blessed us with a temperate night. I think I'll wear your seed to bed, my friend, and clean off any remaining in the morning light.'
She really was something special. Seemingly able to heal from anything. Sadly, I couldn't stay with her, as things would quickly grow boring while always being a horse with wings. I leaned down to nuzzle her again, but this time, I grasped the chain around her neck in my mouth. A quick tug broke it free, leaving the key hang from my mouth. I walked away from her, and after giving her one last look, I charged forward and took to the skies. I knew she'd look for me, likely in a different form. As I flew, I spotted a cave. I made my way toward it, thinking it'd be a good place to rest. Or even provide a snack for a hungry creature...
She moves in to hug you and gives a start when you take her necklace from her. As you take flight you see her expression, confused and perhaps a little hurt, but at a loss to stop you.
Knowing the sense of humour of your patron goddess, she'd no doubt guide her acolyte to you when you needed her... though who could say what her response may be if she discovered the truth of your nature.
Only a few feet into the cave, it's already cooler than outside. Behind you is a small wooded area, the trees swaying in the light evening breeze. It's easier to see in the moonlight, but your eyesight as a flying creature is keen, and you can already start to see how deep the cave goes...
Deep enough for an echo. A snarl, like a mountain lion but keening and warped, comes from the darkness, the echo making it impossible to judge the distance.
You could try to determine what may be living in this cave by having a look for tracks and spoor at the entrance... or blunder down and let it be a pleasant surprise.
Just what I needed to hear. I didn't care what it was. I strode further into the cave like a clueless horse, my hooves making it obvious where I was located. I hadn't been eaten before, so it was exciting and even a bit scary.
You confidently canter forwards, wings folded at your side. Your eyes adjust to the cave; the floor is earthier than the one you got your current form, and you need to stoop your head at one point before it opens into a larger cavern. The ground is uneven and covered in loose rocks and scree.
Clinging to the side of a looming stalactite is an oily black form; six clawed legs gripping into the very stone. It sees you looking up it and drops... only to land on its feet a few yards away from where it should have landed.
It hisses, but doesn't seem to be looking directly at you... when the two powerful tentacles unfurl from it's back, each ending in a thin, wicked looking spike, it clicks. You know this one... boy, do you know this one.
You delighted in reading the manuals of monsters found at the abbey library; most of the priest's books were boring and dusty but the bestiaries... many nights you'd steal them away to your chambers, touching your aching pussy to the detailed illustrations of terrifying creatures and this beast was one you would always turn back to.
The dicksplicer beast.
I stopped, staring at what appeared before me. This had to be a dicksplicer. Just thinking those words excited me, my cock quickly growing underneath me. I had no intention of fighting back, so I hoped it'd at least not act like a rabid animal. Not that I could fight such a thing as a big dumb horse. When my dick fully hardened and throbbed, I wiggled my butt slightly to send it rocking back and forth like a tasty sausage. A juicy one that was already leaking.
It slowly circles you, the tips of its long, barbed tentacles dripping a black, oily venom. You know that considerably diluted dicksplicer venom can be bought on the black market as an expensive aphrodisiac, but that the pure form can cause a heart attack in a regular human; those that don't die suffering a painful priapism until they hemorrhage...
It flexes the corded muscles in its shoulders and spikes flare out of the sides of the tentacle barbs, like hooks... and you all at once remember how the creature got its name, from devouring the genitalia of larger creatures... like horses. Even winged ones.
You watch it from the corner of your eye and it snarls again... but you feel its hot breath right up in your face!
There's a sharp, stabbing pain in your chest and all at once you see the beast is standing before you, one of those sinister tentacles pumping venom straight into your chest. Your heart starts to pound... and it flares the spikes, ripping a chunk of flesh from your muscle and flinging it to one side.
You thought you were fully hard. You had no idea... blood rushes to your swinging cock and it swells painfully, veins around the outside like snakes fit to burst!
One minute I was watching the beast, and the next... Whatever happened I found myself toppling over onto my side, hard. Pain filled my chest, my heart beating madly. And best of all... I lifted my head just enough to spot my massive horse cock towering out from my body, right between my spread legs. It felt ready to explode, swelling so much that it had stopped leaking. I rested my head on a rock, positioned perfectly so I could see everything. I was no longer afraid, purely anticipating the first bite.
The dicksplicer beast vanishes from your line of sight but you see it's paws leaving prints in the earth. Reappearing suddenly, its tentacle whip cracks in the air, skewering the barb through your cock hole and widening your inner walls painfully. It flexes its shoulder with a snarl and the smaller spines flare out to the sides, bursting through the walls of your cock. The organs is bleeding through dozens of tiny holes and it just feels like you're getting harder.
The other tentacle wraps around one of your powerful legs; even with your brawn you feel the coiled muscles crushing your femur. Your leg bone crunches as it pulls your leg up to expose your tumescent, heavy scrotum.
Making sure you're not putting up a fight, the dicksplicer leans in and sinks its teeth into your balls; its warped snarl and the meaty rrrip echoing as it tears away a chunk and devours it greedily.(edited)
It was almost too much. One of those tentacles shot into my cock, and before I could blink, even more of that venom was injected. How could my cock even get any harder. If this dicksplicer wasn't lucky, my dick was going to burst before it could take a bite. I felt my leg strain, then heard a crack that echoed through the cave. I didn't care about the pain, but my horse body couldn't help but bray as it was abused. None of it could compare to when I felt teeth close around one of my fat balls. Had I been in human form, the pain would have been so intense that I wouldn't have been able to scream. Even so, my painfully, rock hard cock throbbed as it awaited its turn.
The gigantic cat hisses when you bray, it's pupilless green eyes glaring at you as it takes another bite. You feel your body going into shock at the damage, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.
The dicksplicer has done with the entree and is moving to the main course. Its oily black fur ripples with anticipation of the meal as the corded muscles of the tentacle down the center of your cock tense up and with a horrific rrrrrip it tears your massive, mangled sex organ from your body!
Every inch of my large body hurt. My heart was struggling to keep up, which was only helping to pump my blood out of my body from between the legs. That tentacle had slithered so deep into my cock, letting me feel it at the base. I let out one final bray as my horse cock was torn free with very little resistance. The beast was right there in front of me, devouring my severed cock inch by inch. My eyes slowly faded, but I knew I was just fine…
As your life drains away, the beast is startled by the flash of light and ringing chime that signals your return to the mortal coil. It leaps back up onto the stalactite, clinging on with its claws, its meal held tightly in its mouth.
You are human once again, black mane replaced by thick brunette hair, muscular bulk replaced by soft curves. As always happens when you return to human form, you're wearing a simple shift; marked with the purple hourglass symbol of Aura, it is the clothing her followers use to dress corpses... you could almost open a shop with the number of these garments you've had miraculously appear when you revivify.
The dicksplicer beast gives a muffled yowl of warning but seems disinterested in your cockless form. It keeps munching away, not coming down from its post.
It's growing late and you're exhausted. You retrieve Grace's keychain necklace and put it around your neck. You could sleep here; worst case scenario, the dicksplicer kills you in your sleep, and you get to try out those tentacles for a while...
Bright light flashed before me, and as quick as it appeared, I found myself back as I normally was. This gift had taken a while to get used to, though I'm far from understanding it all. Some things cause me to turn into what had killed me, while other times I'm back as myself. The cocksplicer seemed uninterested in me, especially since my former horse cock was hanging from its mouth. Though, I'm sure it was because I didn't have a cock myself. I stretched and yawned, feeling exhausted from all the flying and pain from the day. I looked at the necklace, wondering just what I was going to do with it. For now, I'll hold on to it to make that paladin come and look for me. Except next time I won't be silvertongue.
I slowly stood up, yawning once more. I took a moment to run my hands up and down along my body, having missed my sexy, natural form. Even in this cave I should have gotten some sleep, but I decided to wander back out and into the woods. Maybe something will help me sleep in there. And hopefully, I can return one day with another juicy cock to feed to it.
Leaves and twigs snap under your feet as you saunter among the trees, making no effort to conceal your movement. It's quite serene, the sound of chirping insects in the air and the rich, earthy smell of a forest teeming with life is on the breeze.
You come to a clearing, an ancient, crumbling statue in the center; a stone elven warrior on a plinth, dressed in scanty leather and holding a crossbow pointed at the sky.
There is a dog sitting beside the statue, watching you with interest. It vanishes with a bamf, appearing again at the opposite edge of the clearing, trotting off through the trees to the east.
To the north, you can see a reddish glow, possibly a campfire, though you would need to get closer to confirm... and you suddenly hear a feminine giggle to the south, from deeper in the woods.
The night air was so refreshing, my hair blowing in the soft breeze. My nipples immediately stiffened, pressing out against my top. Everything appeared rather plain until I came across a clearing, containing a statue in the center. I wanted to get a better look, walking closer. Before I could think about who the statue was built for, I saw a dog at the base. It didn't seem aggressive, and before I could talk to it, it teleported away. The way it acted made it seem like it wanted me to follow it. I know I had read about a creature like this before, but I couldn't remember if it could do anything besides move somewhere else in an instant. There were a few other things I noticed, but I decided to follow the dog thing for now.
He reappears here and there; you'll lose him in the trees one moment and then a happy bark will come from behind and he'll be there, tail wagging, before disappearing with a bamf. He's clearly making a game of it.
Then you notice he has different brown marking in his yellow fur... and another bark comes from behind. He has friends.
In a mossy grove, the teleporting hounds frolic and tumble, viewing your approach warily but withour fear.
Compared to what happened in that cave, this was much more fun. All of these joyful dogs blinking all over the place, acting like they were excited to see me. I continued into a mossy grove, wondering what they had in store for me.
Thinking of the dicksplicer beast jogs your memory; you knew you'd read about these! The natural enemy of the dicksplicer beast, these teleporting canines are brink dogs, a fey beast not native to this plane.
You know that they can teleport at will over short distances, and that they are generally omnivorous scavengers (unless hunting a dicksplicer) but you're wracking your brain trying to think of what made them so good at fighting dicksplicer beasts... something to do with their breeding patterns...
As if they can read your mind, one of them mounts another, panting cheerfully, twin red cocks swelling beneath him. Well, spring seems to be their mating season then... he looks as happy as a dog with two... well... two dicks...
Of course. These are the biggest rivals of those dicksplicer beasts. Both creatures able to fool each other with their movements. Couldn't be a better pair to be natural enemies. It was entertaining watching them disappear and reappear all over. An ability that I had to have myself. Now I just needed them to kill me...
Suddenly, one of them mounted another. The moonlight was just bright enough for me to see not only one, but two cocks swell between his legs. They were aiming right at the other dog's holes. Just the sight made my reborn body tingle all over. I now had an excuse to warm my breasts up with my hands, massaging them both through my shirt. And below, my pussy throbbed at the thought of getting even just one cock inside of it.
Excitement builds in the pack, other brink dogs letting out a howl at the moon. One of them gets close enough for you to pat, his dual dicks throbbing as his tail wags happily. He smells the air and gives a bark; you wonder how your pheromones must smell to the canine's sensitive nose.
Not just feeling horny; you feel quite safe... though you can't help but feel like there's something about these dogs that you're forgetting. Something dangerous... you're sure it will come to you.
These guys are so friendly. I might just have to make one my pet. One came right up to me, wagging his tail as he barked happily. I knelt all the way down to pet him on his head. "Well aren't you just happy to see me." This one had two cocks as well, and I had a feeling that he wanted to play with me. I also had a feeling that I'm lucky I wasn't a normal human.
He bounds up at you, licking your face and knocking you onto your back. He's not heavy but his paws are right on your breasts... and another male brink dog has come over, attracted to the commotion. His snuffling nose tickles as he investigates your leg, the tickling sensation running up the inside of your thigh.
A short distance away, it looks like the other two brink dogs are reaching a climax to their shameless fucking; the brink bitch gives a few yaps, the male turning so their tails are touching, his twin cocks knotted deep inside her.
I was so tired that even his smaller form was enough to knock me backwards. He stood atop me, his paws pressing right into my soft breasts. Then I saw another make his was over to me. I didn't have to keep looking to know what he was doing, as I felt a wet nose slowly glide along one of my thighs. My legs instinctively spread slightly, giving him access to venture inside of my garment. I reached up and continued petting the one standing above me, making sure to give him a couple good scratches behind his ears. Out in the distance I heard what must have been those other dogs on the verge of finishing their mating. With all the sex in the air, I couldn't help but slowly slide one of my hands down along his body, rubbing him dangerously close to his cocks.
The brink dog standing over you rolls roughly over you and onto his back beside your face, kicking his leg with joy as you rub his belly. His cocks twitch simultaneously, his four testicles throbbing as a droplet of pearly white pulses out from each of them.
The two fucking a distance away suddenly vanish, leaving something behind. Ah, that's right... Brink dogs mate oddly, seed and ovum teleporting into the mother while literally leaving behind the knotted sexual organs of both dogs, to be regenerated later.
That left the red, fleshy orb of brink dog dick and pussy behind... and it was twitching and pulsing dangerously...
As the dog by your head pants happily, his curious friend has found something he finds incredibly interesting... with his long, hot tongue he gives your pussy a slurp, lapping at you fervently.
It takes the violent nature of what happens next to even hope to distract you; the brink dog organs left to their own devices suddenly swell as liters of extradimensional cum suddenly plane-shifts in and causes the quivering flesh to explode outwards with enough force to leave a crater! Earth, stones and globs white cum are scattered all around around, falling not far from your prone form.
I groaned when he fell on top of me, but I could only smile when I saw how happy and playful he was as he rolled onto his back. I continued rubbing his belly all over as I gazed at his throbbing organs. They were hard to resist. Sending my hand down even further, I cupped his ball packed sac and massaged it, feeling as the multitude of balls rolled around. I was so focused on him that I had forgotten about the other one. A gasp and a moan echoed into the night as a tongue found my pussy, licking deep between my lips. My legs shuddered lightly, spreading even further apart to give him better access. I was brought out of my bliss when I noticed those mating dogs had disappeared. And in there place was a fleshy looking ball on the ground, pulsating rather concerningly...
A sudden powerful blast rocked the meadow, originating from where I had spotted that quaking mass. That was when it hit me. These things... brink dogs. They not only teleported, but also had quite explosive climaxes. I looked over to the happy dog next to me, "Is that what you want to do to me boy? Knot me up and explode?" I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Having their thick organs trapped inside of me, no way of removing them, awaiting the blast...
He barks cheerfully in reply, tail wagging. His head lolls back with glee as your hand massages him, thick precum dripping down onto your hand. You can't resist tasting his cum; he looks a bit accusing, is if to ask why did you stop, as you bring your fingers to your lips and lick the pearly goo from them. His spunk is surprisingly sweet, with a flowery aftertaste; you wonder if that is common to fey creatures.
He brings you back into the moment with a sharp yap, wanting more pats on his dangerous organs.
The other has shifted his muzzle further up your body; the licking tickles as his tongue makes your body glisten. He pushes his head under the simple light robe you're wearing, making it ride up... and his double dick is getting dangerously close to your wet, inviting pussy.
He starts to hump against you, grinding his cocks up and down the length of your lips, rubbing against your clit, panting with delight... before finding the right angle to slide both cocks inside your pussy!
You're not at the point of no return yet; he won't knot you right away (and probably won't even after just a little harmless fucking) and if you pushed the beast away he'd possibly just retreat. However, there is a dual dicked dog also in need of the attention of a pair of lips right in front of you…
The one between my legs was becoming rather eager. I could feel his cocks, throbbing and leaking as they slowly pushed further inside. "H-hey now, not so fast. Your brother was here first and already claimed me." It was silly to talk sense into them. Though I knew I wouldn't get the best fuck while on my back.
I stayed in position for a bit longer, playing with the one's balls while the other awkwardly humped further into me. When those dual knots were hitting against me, I calmly closed my legs and pushed him away, but not without a pet first.
"Okay, you've had your fun." He scampered off and started to whine. I saw how badly his cocks throbbed with neglect, both leaking heavily. Then I gave my full attention to the one next to me.
"You're very lucky that I like you. Here's a special treat just for you." Rolling onto my side, I angled my head right between his legs. His smell was as good as he had tasted. I leaned in close, bringing my lips to one of those knots. I licked, then sucked it into my mouth. It was hard to believe these could explode, and they were between my lips now. Needing more, I resumed massaging his balls harder than before. I licked and sucked both knots, making them throb and leak heavily. I had to be careful, not letting him climax, not before climbing on top. Just had to get him ready. I stuffed my other hand down between my legs, thinking I could get myself wetter than that tongue had.
His knotty cocks twitch in your mouth, pulsing precum down your throat with each simultaneous throb. He closes his eyes with satisfaction, and you're wary of how quickly it was over with the mating pair... which means that every deep, sucking slurp of your mouth pushes you swiftly closer to having your skull blown up by a throbbing dog cock.
To his credit, when you stop sucking and shift to straddle him, he doesn't teleport away. Unused to the vulnerable position, he watches you with alert interest.
As good as the other dog's tongue had felt, nothing ever quite compares to your own fingertips; they always know how to do exactly what you want, when you want it. You're absolutely dripping wet, using a hand drenched in your own pussy juices to make the brink dog cocks below you glisten with lubrication, before bringing that hand to your lips again to see how brink dog precum tastes mixed with your own flavour.
Fuck, I taste good...
As you gently lower yourself onto those red, throbbing cocks, your mind races between visions of the forceful explosion that is the inevitable result of your lascivious actions, and imagining yourself, still in your beautiful human form, but with two knotty, dangerously volatile cocks to play with…
Sucking those throbbing knots made me want so much more that I couldn't wait another second. Getting down on my hands and knees would have taken too long. I promptly straddled his body, letting my wet pussy rest atop his thick knots. They throbbed immensely against my puffy lips, making my body shudder. I stroked my clit as I rocked my hips, stroking his knots with my wet pussy. I moaned deep into the night, massaging my breasts once more.
"You're such a friendly and happy boy. Your knots are so big and hard, I'm not sure I'll be able to fit them in." I personally knew I could force them in if I had to, but it was fun teasing him.
He was behaving so well that I had to reward him. I leaned forward a bit and angled my hips upwards above his throbbing dicks. Reaching down, I tightly gripped his hot cocks and angled them up at my tight holes. I had seen that other blink dog cramming both of his into that female, and that extra adventurous one tried stuffing both into my pussy, but I had two holes to fill. Once I felt the thick tip of one slide right into my hungry pussy, I helped guide the other between my round cheeks. It hadn't gone in yet, but as I sat back up and lowered my hips, I felt myself split open.
"Ohh.... Mmm... God, you're so much bigger than your friend..." I moaned hard and deep, crying out when my ass finally opened just enough to let him slide right in. Taking deep breaths, I kept lowering myself until I rested upon his fat knots. I could feel him throb inside of me, his cocks begging to blow my body apart. Biting my lip, I slowly started to ride him, rising just before he could slip out and pushing back down to his knots. My hands rubbed his belly and chest all over like as if he was a lover. As I got into a good rhythm, his friend from before came back to me and licked my face, pawing at my breasts.
The brink dog gives a keening howl, and the woods around you fills with howling cries jumping from place to place in the trees around you, animalistic excitement filling the air. There's another wet, gooey bamf bamf BLAM! nearby; other brink dogs enjoying themselves in the moonlight.
The one beneath you is under your spell, at your mercy; unable to thrust, his cocks can only swing side to side as his hips move with his wagging tail. His curious friend is giving him no privacy at all, coming to investigate your heaving breasts, yanking your flimsy clothes down with a paw that almost scratches your chest. That hot, long tongue licks out to taste the sweat on your skin, grazing roughly over your hard nipples.
As his cocks slide inside of you, the double sensation of each cock is incredible; you swear you can feel them pulsing in time against each other through your inner walls. Visions of brink dog cum being held inside you by a soon to detonate cock fill your mind.
The curious brink dog is just as hard his bold friend; you could possibly coax him to roll over, or turn and stay still if you wanted to pleasure him... but there's no telling if one is inclined to cum quicker than the other...
For a moment you think you hear a carefree, feminine giggle from the treeline, but you see nothing there.
My erotic dance atop this dog was bringing the forest to life at night. All around me I could hear dogs blinking around excitedly. Even a couple more explosions rocked the ground, making my pussy throb with delight. There was also a subtle giggling sound deep in the woods, but I had more urgent things to worry about. Maybe I'll visit them right after I blow.
I rode faster and faster, making my breasts bounce all over. The dog next to me was struggling to continue licking my nipples, each sending pleasing tingles deep into my chest. "Hey there, did you miss me? I bet you're rather jealous right now." I teased him, petting him on the head as I continued to ride. He really wanted to knot me badly, and I wasn't about to let him suffer. "Be a good boy and come over here, and I'll give you exactly what you want."
Just like before, I gently moved him with my hands. I had him stand right over the other one, his butt facing me. Using all of my strength, I grabbed his haunches and lifted him up until I let his legs rest on my shoulder. He was likely confused, but with how his tail was wagging he was still happy. His tail was wagging in my face, and once I got him balanced, I gripped his twin cocks tightly and angled them all the way back between his legs. I sucked him deep into my mouth, all the way up to his knots pressing against my lips. I licked and sucked madly, filling my mouth with his salti goodness. I began riding faster and harder on the one underneath me, my hands massaging my breasts roughly.
It has become a race to see which one you can milk the seed from faster; though the brink dog's habit of synchronicity in their twitching cocks may make this a tie...
Pleasure is building inside of you, driven home by the danger inherent in the explosive potential of the cocks filling all of your holes; your pussy, ass and mouth all getting messy with flowing precum, saliva and your own girlcum. You feel like a goddess of pleasure, milking both the beasts, driving the way their dicks are plunging into you.
You slide your tongue between the two cocks in your mouth, like deeply kissing a lover. They both pulse and twitch in time with your hungry sucking. The brink hound can't resist kicking a leg with delight, but stays balanced on your shoulder, front paws firmly on the ground.
Your clit aches to be touched and you lean forward, grinding against the soft fur of the dog's belly. His wagging is causing the cocks inside you two swish from side to side, leaving you feeling his explosive red rocket rubbing back and forth on your g-spot.
You wonder which will blow first... and your mind races, coming back again and again to the thought of having these two magnificent cocks on your own human body, like a brink dog hybrid...
Everything was overwhelming. All of my tight holes stuffed full of thick throbbing cocks, the sounds of sex in the air, and even a strange giggling off in the distance. My pussy was pleading with me at this point, begging to be split open and blown apart. I was riding so hard and fast that I had to hold onto the brink dog to prevent him from falling to the side. I sucked him harder and deeper, using my teeth to teasingly nibble at his knots. I could feel the first trembles of an imminent climax approach, building quickly. I moaned into the cocks, my throat convulsing like it wanted to swallow the volatile organs. After a few more buckings, I decided it was time.
I rose up one last time, then slammed my curvy body down as hard as I could. A muffled cry of ecstasy bombarded those dicks in my mouth as I felt my pussy and ass split wide, swallowing up their respective knots completely. My body convulsed as my pussy quaked madly, squeezing his knots tightly. I was driven so wild that I pulled the dog in front of me hard, cramming his knots past my teeth. The heads of his cocks surged down my throat, making it impossible to breathe. This was it. They were all stuck, hard and deep inside of me, primed and ready to blow.
It's all too much for the teleporting beasts as every hole you have to offer engulfs them completely. Their knots are doing what nature intended; making sure no precious seed will spill from you, and making sure their mate can't escape the flood of cum that you feel building in their throbbing jewels.
In the end, your frantic race to get them off is a tie.
Already close to suffocation from dual canine cocks sliding down your past your swishing tongue, your moans of pleasure are reduced to helpless gurgles as sweet, sticky cum is pumped directly down your throat. The overflow barely oozes past the fist-like knot jammed behind your teeth; cum drips down from the corners of your mouth, a mere trickle compared to the torrent unleashed into your stomach.
Your mouth was nearly a watertight cum-receptacle but the knots in your pussy and ass don't let a single drop of warm, gooey brink dog spunk escape. You feel the hot, virile mess inside you as you're pumped full; the head of the brink dog's first cock is up against your cervix, and his cum is no doubt filling your womb. You giddily wonder if you could get pregnant with half-human puppies; the thought of your human form with two enormous brink dicks again dominating your mind. You reach back to feel his balls emptying into your ass; you feel them shrink as your insides swell.
With an unmistakably satisfied huff, both brink hounds instinctively vanish outside the blast radius of their cocks, the disembodied organs already starting to twitch and pulse dangerously inside you now they had served their purpose.
You may only have minutes, even seconds remaining... and getting them out of your body seems impossible!
All three of us shuddered and quaked in tandem. At the end of one of my pussy's powerful contractions, his cock would pulsate just as strongly. The alternating convulsions helped us milk each other to the very last drop. Even my throat joined in, spontaneously swallowing over and over to help send every blast of his cream down into my hungry belly. I had almost forgotten about what was still to come, getting reminded of it when both of them suddenly vanished. And sure enough, every last thick, throbbing knot and cock of theirs was still lodged in my body.
No longer straddling one, I collapsed to the side as my body continued to writhe in ecstasy. Even after getting detached, every last cock continued to pulsate inside of me, ensuring that my climax would last until my explosive end. Worry quickly filled my mind, not because of what was about to happen, but because I still couldn't breathe. There wasn't anything wrong with having thick cocks stuffed down my throat, but when they threatened to prevent me from feeling what I was waiting for, I had to do something.
Reaching into my mouth with both sets of fingers, I frantically tried to get a grip on something to pull out. They were both so hard, so thick, so slick that I barely made any headway. Just when I started feeling dizzy, I finally managed to grasp one. Opening my jaw as far as I could, I pulled it out with all my might. With one out of the way, I easily pulled the other out. After coughing and taking some much needed deep breaths, I gazed at the still pulsating organs in my hands. It would be a terrible waste to keep holding onto them, and I knew just what to do.
Rolling onto my back, I took a moment to focus on my quaking pussy and shuddering legs, neither of which had shown any signs of slowing down. I could have sworn that the knots still stuffed inside of me had swollen a bit, splitting me even wider. Needing to focus, I lifted my top and slid one of the volatile cock right between my heavy breasts. Thanks to how tight my garment was, it was held firmly between them, sending pleasing vibrations into them. I wasn't sure if the cock would even be powerful enough to blow my luscious mounds completely apart, as they had completely enveloped it.
I gripped the final cock with both hands, squeezing and stroking it as it seemingly pulsed even faster. I think they were all growing hotter by the second as well. Bringing it to my lips, I sucked and licked it like I would with any cock that was still attached to something. Further I sucked and pressed it into my mouth, letting me taste it once more. It glided over my tongue, the thick head aiming right for my stretched throat. I didn't know how much time had passed yet, so in one smooth motion, I pushed the knot all the way inside. Not just past my teeth, but even deeper, forcing it as hard as I could, all the while manually swallowing. Whether it choked me or not, I was determined to swallow it whole.
It almost feels impossible to swallow. You've had thick cocks buried deep down your throat before but the knot on this thing... it's a challenge. Your gaze unfocuses, taking in the stars above you as you press the trembling cock deep into your mouth with your slender fingers. You can't push it any deeper, swallowing like mad to try and get the source of your impending demise as deep inside you as you can imagine.
Your throat bulges out as first the shaft, then the knot make their way down slowly... too slow! You place your fingers firmly around your own neck like your going to dominate yourself, force your body to bow to your whims and swallow that fucking cock whole. You massage it down inch by inch and it stops.... caught... oh, fuck, the necklace...
You rip the chain off, casting it to one side to save it from your unstoppable destruction. Obstruction removed, the knot slides the rest of the way; a lump that moves down your body, eliciting as gasp as it pushes past your lungs and drops into your stomach, cum starting to spray from it wildly.
Like the tremors before an earthquake, the cock between your tits lets fly a jet of cum, as though the otherworldly seed is starting to plane-shift in and pump all down your body, pooling in your navel and coating your aching clit. You slide your fingers over your pearly goo-coated bud, knowing your time is running short as the cocks deep inside you swell…
My heart had skipped a beat when that knot froze in my throat. It left a fat throbbing bulge in my neck that I tenderly massaged until it finally sunk down all the way. Before I could recover from my second threat of choking, I felt as all the knots changed.
They had all been pulsating rather steadily, but now quaked like mad. I could hardly tell what was happening in my stomach aside from feeling bloated, but the others... God, they were pumping out so much hot, creamy cum. I could even hear as the one between my breasts gushed out a fresh load, splashing in the pool that formed on my belly. I wasn't sure until now, but there was no doubt that the one stuffed in my pussy was pumping my womb full.
The constant unloading was nothing compared to the best feeling of all. Every knot throbbed harder, pulsed faster, grew hotter, and now, quickly began to swell even faster. I couldn't help but moan deeply as I felt pressure build within my ass and pussy. Both were being split wider and wider as the knots engorged in seconds.
Knowing I was nearing the end, I furiously began stroking my clit like I was trying to build a fire. I moaned deeper and louder as I writhed on the ground, surely being heard by whoever was giggling. My other hand mashed my breasts together, sandwiching the gushing cock even tighter between them. My pussy hadn't even finished quaking from my first climax, already feeling an even stronger one build quickly.
Moans of ecstacy quickly joined along pained screams as the knots became painfully huge. Burning built in my ass as I felt my flesh split apart. My pussy was holding together a bit better. Not even that Pegasus' cock had split me this open. Pressure built in my pelvis, straining my mound that tried to contain the ever thickening knot. I knew something similar to what I had done to that paladin was about to happen. My fingers stroked my clit even faster, determined to send me over the edge before it could rip apart.
My cock stuffed chest heaved, my heart feeling ready to explode much like these cocks. I was so close to climaxing again, my bloated belly tensing up as my legs quivered. Just when I thought I couldn't make it, a loud crack followed by immense pain overwhelmed my brain. The destruction of my mound was somehow enough, sending me into a moaning, convulsing mess. Then, in an instant, I felt intense heat and pressure envelop me, then all was calm.
The crater you leave behind is enormous. Birds in the trees take flight in fear and the insects fall silent at the B-BLAM of detonating cocks ripping your soft, curvy body to shreds.
You are blown apart, splattered across the small grove in a wide circle of cum, gore and viscera, your body parts barely recognisable as human as they fall in a bloody rain. Silence falls across the devastation that was once your climaxing form, and is now nothing more than disparate chunks of flesh and meat staining the grass and dangling from the trees.
A soft, girlish voice, the very same as the innocent giggle, comes a from hiding place in the bushes... 'Oh, my goodness...'
With a radiant flash and a heavenly chime, you reappear. Fully anticipating to take the form of a happy brink dog, you are surprised to find yourself much taller than expected. You look down at your body; same tan skin, same slender fingers... those curvy breasts are definitely yours... and another of those fucking funerary dresses... you even wiggle your distinctly human toes in the grass. What the fuck? Is the goddess broken or something?
You notice a soft exclamation, someone hiding nearby. You can smell them, even, a strong odour of... flowers... and tree sap...
Your ears prick up as you hear voices far in the distance. Wait... prick up?
Bringing a hand to your head, your fingers touch your tall, fuzzy ears. Brink dog ears. Your tail wags at the discovery, prompting you to investigate your lower body…
My final moments before exploding lingered as I reappeared, making my body quake as I fell to my knees. But with how my power should be working, falling onto my knees shouldn't have been possible... much less catching myself on my hands instead of paws! Once my body realized I wasn't truly climaxing any longer, I stood up and brushed myself off. I felt disappointed, wanting to run around with the pack while blinking all over. Then I realized that the mostly quiet night seemed louder than before, smelled better than before, and I could even see better. Then my ears moved.
A hand shot up to my head, finding ears that clearly weren't human. This excited me as I knew that there had to be more than just ears. And sure enough, I felt something moving on my butt like as if one of those brink dogs stuck their snout up my garment. Instead, I uncoiled a tail! It wagged happily behind me for all to see. With the anticipation killing me, I quickly lifted up the front of my top and there they were.
Nestled between my legs were dual sheathes, sitting next to each other. I couldn't help but rub them softly for a moment, then sent my hands further. Sure enough, I had a tight sac full of balls that felt rather pent up. My exploration was exciting me, making the heads of my dicks reveal themselves. I didn't want to get involved in any of this just yet, as I had something important to test out. I needed to see if I could blink like the other dogs. Maybe I'll dance alongside them for a while, show them the incredible body they helped make.
It's almost like a sense of touch that extends beyond your body, as though a million nerve endings were sending signals from the grove around you, giving you feeling of the grass, trees and fallen logs around you. As quick as a thought, you focus on a sturdy tree and with a bamf you're standing on a branch, ten feet from the ground! You start to topple but there's another quick sensation of the grove in a small radius and bamf, you have both feet planted on the ground again.
The brink dogs have returned, bounding with delight, investigating your new form; the hounds directly responsible for your climactic explosion seemingly overjoyed that you survived the accident. There are yaps of excitement as they take turns sniffing you and teleporting to and fro.
We rolled around and played together for a while, blinking to and fro. Just like when I had been a horse with wings, I felt completely free, able to go anywhere I desired. My garment felt like it was in the way so I discarded it promptly, exposing my breasts to the cool night. Looking down, I could tell I was still relatively human, though I apparently had a bit of soft fur on my limbs and back. My belly and breasts were bare, and my sheaths and sac had some fluff as well. I felt down around there again, gasping when I realized I didn't even have a pussy any longer. No reason to when I had such marvelous cocks.
I was so happy that I could blink around, but I wanted to test one more thing. I wanted to make sure that blinking could save me from another blast. Crouching down, I got on my hands and knees and started crawling around much like them. My tail wagged happily, making my round ass shake alluringly. "I hope one of you has some energy left, since I could use a good mating right about now!" I hoped that not having a pussy dissuaded them from the idea, especially when my dicks started to harden at the thought of being mounted for once.
The brink dogs seem more interested in a game of teleporting tag they seem to be playing, tackling one another and vanishing, reappearing from the bushes.
Your display catches the attention of the hound that originally blew your pussy into pieces; you can see his cocks have regrown, albeit unaroused now, but intact. Perhaps they somehow teleport fresh members from another plane rather than slowly regenerate. Which is good news for you...
His attention turns to soft footsteps through the edge of the grove. A young woman is there, her skin a shade of light green with dark, verdant green hair. She is wearing leaves for a skirt, with two pairly concealing her small, perky breasts, the rest of her slender body exposed to the elements.
'Please, adventurer, I mean you no harm! I only wish to beseech you for aid...'
No matter how much I wiggled my butt, none of them seemed to take the hint. That might have been for the better as I saw a peculiar woman approach from the woods. Her voice was very reminiscent of that giggling I had been hearing constantly. How nice of her to seek me out rather than having to find her myself. I immediately stood up off the ground, almost feeling embarrassed with how she found me. My cocks quickly retracted back into my sheaths, though I retained an urge to mate. Maybe this woman was looking to have a blast...
"Ah, so you're the one that has been giggling this whole time! I'm surprised my... earth shattering display earlier hadn't chased you off." I approached her slowly, swaying my curvy hips along the way. "And what do you have in mind?"
'I thought perhaps you were spreading your seed; we find the fey beasts so to be so useful for sowing, though they can be so whimsical. But I can't recall a human ever engaging in a seeding in such a way... when you reappeared after the explosion, I knew I had mistaken your purpose.'
She speaks lightly and softly, a voice to match her delicate features and slender frame. She brushes dark green hair behind her pointed ear; you see a bright red rose there.
'Come and meet my sisters, and perhaps you can aid us with our plight!'
She skips off into the forest, moving with grace and surprising speed, the tangled undergrowth seeming to move out of her way.
Before I could ask anything, she gracefully disappeared back to where she came from. If she and her sisters needed seed, it was odd for them to be interested in brink dogs. Are they trying to explode? I quickly followed after her, and even if it was a trap, I knew I was about to experience something good.
You leave the grove of brink dogs behind, using your short range teleport to keep pace with the green woman. You're quickly getting the hang of fast, precise apparition, and you are starting to seamlessly jump through the ether in pace with your running.
It gives you a chance to check out the swift creature you're following. She is very slender, almost looking like an elf, her green skin looking as soft as meadow grass in the beams of moonlight that breach the trees. She is so graceful, leaping from log to stone effortlessly, her shapely legs coming up to where her perky ass is barely covered by her skirt of leaves.
She comes to another clearing, this one filled with flowers that are blooming despite the darkness; soft blue and glistening with dew; moon lilies, a rare sight that drinks in the light of the moon rather than the sun.
You could approach with caution, wary of a trap, but the small meadow of flowers is quite enticing.
It's amazing how quickly she could move for someone that seemed to live out in the woods. I had to keep blinking just to keep up, which did allow me to grow rather adept at doing so. She finally slowed, making her way to yet another clearing in this strange forest. All around were beautiful flowers, each giving off a wonderful scent. It didn't matter what awaited me, as I simply wanted answers. "I'd be delighted to help you... all? But I doubt you're looking to explode." I approached her once more.
'Oh, I wouldn't dream of inconveniencing you so, noble adventurer! I must say, you have taken the adornments of the fey hounds immaculately.'
You think she just complimented your cocks. She talks like a fairy princess.
'No, my sisters and I need you for your powerful human strength!'
She stops, flexing her skinny arms. You don't consider yourself particularly strong... but you're probably tall next to halflings.
'Meet my fellow dryads, my dear human!'
Dryads... why have I never heard of dryads...
She ushers you into the field of flowers; they're cool and soft, petals tickling your calves as you approach. Seven other dryads are there; they look quite similar to the first you met, but there are differences in height, curviness, and the motes of colour in the flowers they have decorated themselves with.
'My name is Rose,' she says, gesturing to the red rose behind her ear.
'This is Clover...' Clover is wearing a scanty bikini of four-leaf clovers. She waves.
'This is Lavender...' Lavender has purple lavender flowers in a wreath around her forehead. She smiles at you, gorgeous and innocent.
'This is Azalea...' Azalea has a woodsman's axed buried in her sternum between her bare breasts. Green, sap-like goo is oozing from the injury, dripping down her body, all the way to her toes. 'Hello...' she says, sheepishly.
"My strength? Surely a warrior of some kind would work better than I. But if you say so." I followed her further into the flowers, then realized there were dryads all around me. Each sported a different flower arrangement on their heads, making it easy to tell them apart. Made it easy to remember their names as well... at least, some of the flowers anyways. Everything seemed as normal as a field of dryads could be, but when Azalea came up, I couldn't help but notice the axe in her. "What happened to her?"
Azalea turns a darker shade of green, looking town at her feet, tracing a bashful circle with her toe.
Rose explains. 'Azalea found a human in the forest and, after watching him fell trees, decided she wanted his help germinating and seeding. He seemed eager, yes?' Azalea nods vigorously, causing a spurt of green from her chest.
'She says he was very able at the first part, and brought her to levels of pleasure almost comparable to the seeding itself! But when she describe how he may help with the seeding... he turned paler shade of pink and regurgitated. Which was strange, as he had no nesting young in the area.'
There are murmurs of agreement among the dryads that, yes, the human man had acted strangely.
'Then he fled the forest.'
You notice Azalea looking downcast at that. She possibly blames herself.
That didn't exactly explain the axe, or why it's still in her, but whatever. "And what was so unnerving about the seeding process to make him do all that?" The way it sounded gave the idea that I would greatly like it.
'Un... unnerving? Why would a seeding be unnerving? It feels amazing and gives forth life; its how we dryads come into being, after all.' Rose looks confused, until Clover whispers in her ear.
'Wait... humans give life birth, don't you? Like horses and squirrels and other furry forest friends... dryads seed instead. Using our animal friends like the fey hounds, or sharp rocks, or with the aid of the elves or one another, we tear our lithe bodies to shreds and spread them far and wide in the forest! The seeds in our sap-oozing, destroyed bodies then give forth our dryad children!' She describes it with wide eyed excitement, hands clasped together. A couple of the other dryads seem to share her excitement; their pussies are glistening and they've started holding each other tighter and tighter...
'When the human left his tree feller behind, we decided to work together to help split Azalea into twitching, oozing chunks, but our strongest sister, Clover, swung the axe into her and...' she pauses.
'My axe is stuck,' Azalea blurts out with embarrassment.
'Her axe is stuck,' Rose reiterates.
I think I just hit the jackpot. Experiencing death so many times has been making me crave dishing it out for once. I thought it impossible, as I never wanted to consider murdering random people. I did kill that one man attacking the paladin, but that was for a righteous cause. And now, all around me, were these sexy green women who looked ready to beg me to tear them apart. "Interesting. Doesn't that worry you at all? Or do you come back to life later on? Are you all from the same dryad that got torn apart?"
Rose places a supportive hand on Azalea's shoulder. 'She is quite worried, yes. We thought we would be done with the axe in a short time... sadly, we lack anything to simply slice Azalea into pieces and retrieve it. She considered jumping from a tall tree and splattering messily on the ground below, but we're worried it may warp the handle.'
She appears to have completely misunderstood the question, as though worrying about returning the "borrowed" axe was at the forefront of their minds.
'We don't live and die like the animals do, but grow and thrive as the blades of grass and mushrooms of the forest floor. Our life, as you know it, is ended by the seeding, of course, but better to be torn to pieces and feel the pleasure of every delightful rip than to perish in a forest fire and never give life to more of our sisters!'
Azalea leans on Rose's shoulder, comforted by her sister's warm embrace.
'Many of us grew in the same area, but we often like to perform our seedings in groups, self-germinating at the same time if need be. With all of the dripping dryad parts getting tossed around with abandon, who can say if we came from the same seeds?'
The mention of dripping dryad parts has gotten some dryad parts dripping. Two have gotten distracted by sharing very deep and forceful kiss, breaking apart from each other at a stern "ahem" from Rose.
"Well, it looks like you've found me at the right time. I'm rather equipped to help with spreading your seed all over... you just have to help me spread mine first!" I chuckled at the dumb joke. "Though, before we begin... I don't want to waste this moment. It sounds like you all want to be ripped apart together, but if I help you, I'd like to take my time. As I'm sure you saw, Rose, I can take the form of whatever kills me... In other words, I want to destroy each of you in a different way."
I walked right up to them so they could see my body better. I lustily rubbed my body up and down, grasping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I moaned softly, feeling as my doggy cocks began to rise from their sheaths. "So... which one of you would like to be the first?"
Three of the dryads are quicker on the uptake, their hands shooting into the air, but Rose shoots them a glance and the hands go meekly back down.
'We couldn't possibly ask you to impose in such a way, noble adventurer! To germinate and seed all of us would be a burden; I feel bad enough entreating you to retrieve the axe from Azalea's wound so we may go about cutting her beautiful, waifish body into pieces...'
You note a few sounds of disappointment from the crowd, along with a moan from the two mischievous dryads that are determined to be distracted.
They really are focused on that axe, aren't they. "Let's see just how strong I am then." I saunter over to Azalea, gazing up and down her sap-dripping body. "An axe. Wouldn't you say that's a rather dull way to get split apart?" I start rubbing the front of her body, coating my hand in her sticky sap. "Surely you'd rather explode in ecstasy." I pressed my body against hers, coating my still growing cocks in sap as they ascended her body. I gently thrust my hips against her, letting her feel how badly I was throbbing. "Now then. Let's take care of this." I grip the handle of the axe and pull hard.
You grab the hard wood of the axe shaft, planting a foot on Azalea's tummy for purchase, and with an almighty yank you rip the wood axe from the slender dryad girl's chest. She falls back from a combination of the force and her legs going weak; her pussy gushing with green goo in a way that competes with the wound in her chest. She has become a helpless, orgasmic bundle of twitching limbs, only able to squeak and moan.
At the sight of their climaxing sister, the other dryads entreat Rose on your behalf. 'Please, let her germinate and seed us!' 'I want to get blown apart by the human!' 'Please!'
Rose is biting her lip, visibly aroused by your feat of strength. She takes her hand back from under her skirt where it had snuck down; her fingers are coated with dryad sap.
'Just to be clear... you would be willing to help us ALL germinate... AND spread our seed, splattering our gorgeous, pleasure wracked bodies all over this meadow... and all you ask is to do so with variety? But... there must be some way we could reward you for your generosity?' She looks at you with wide eyes, hands clasped together.
I spent a moment thinking, taking no time at all in figuring out a reward. "Simply helping you spread your seed is more than enough reward. Though, there is something I'd like you to do after I finish off one of you." I toss the sap coated axe to the side. Now, who would be my first. They were all rather eager, but I knew to save Rose for last as she seemed to have the most brains around here. I looked down at Azalea, seeing her vulnerable, moaning body just laying there. Fully exposed, nothing to protect her.
I quickly made my mind up, getting down on the grassy ground and crawling over to her. I positioned myself right over her, my heavy cocks gravitating down towards her sap oozing pussy. "Its your lucky day. Are you ready to spread your seed far and wide?" I seductively spoke as I rubbed my throbbing knots all over her quaking pussy.
She is squeezing one green breast, teasing the darker nipple, her fingers dancing over the seeping wound in her chest; it seems like every sensation that would be pain to a human is pleasure to the moaning dryad, her face a picture of ecstacy.
She widens her oozing pussy with her other hand, fully aware of the explosive potential of your cocks... through moans of pleasure, she pleads... 'splatter me... blow me up... please... I need it...'
The others have gathered closer to watch. One or two have started to touch themselves, turned on beyond all control by your display. Clover has picked up the axe again; clutching it to her breasts, she starts to grind against the handle, giving adorable squeaks of pleasure.
Once my twin cocks were good and soaked with thick sap, I guided them into her gushing pussy. I didn't bother with stuffing one into her ass, as I needed to feel her pussy stretch to its limits. I thrust into her, slowly splitting her open as I slid deeper. Even for a plant woman, she wasn't all that cold, and the sap seemed to make my cocks tingle madly. I moaned as I got into a rhythm, pushing in and out of her. My cocks throbbed as they were gripped by her tight pussy, my knots begging to be crammed inside.
"That's it, beg for it. You're going to get blown apart so much we'll have dryads growing in every forest from you alone!" My hips picked up their pace, slamming into her pussy just gentle enough to not plunge my knots all the way inside just yet.
You can smell the pheromones coming from her, enhanced by your heightened senses. She smells like flowering fruit; you're so turned on by her moaning presence and that amazing smell you wonder if you have the resolve to teleport away when it's time to detonate her writhing body...
She wraps her legs around your waist, locking her ankles above your tail. If you couldn't teleport, there'd be no escape. Her hands clutch at her breasts, squeezing them tight, the savage wound spilling her green seed all over her perky tits.
The other dryads get bolder, wanting to be far enough to watch the show in its entirety, but close enough to get covered in their sister…
This was easily the best fuck of my life. For once I could be on top, impaling someone who acted so innocent. Her legs pulled me in deeper, trapping me in place. I didn't even care if I couldn't teleport away. Just the thought of exploding from my own cocks sent a powerful throb through them.
Her scent, her leeching sap was intoxicating, becoming too much to ignore any longer. I wrapped my arms under her and held her shoulders as I plunged my face into her wound. She tasted heavenly, so sweet and fruity that I could just eat her up. I needed something more, sliding my face over to suck one of her dark green nipples into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on it, biting harder and harder. A primal hunger swept through me, making my jaw shut all the way as I tore her nipple free.
My first ever bite of something was too much to handle. With a bellowing scream of ecstasy and arching of my back, I slammed into her as hard as I could. I heard azalea squeak as I tore her pussy open, forcing my fat knots into her. When I felt the first powerful blast of cum shoot out of my cocks, I tried my best to focus and teleport away.
As you rip her apart she screams with ecstasy, the forest filling with orgasmic dryad moans. She squeezes you tight as she shudders, her skinny legs forcing your knots as deep as they can go. She clutches at the flowers beneath her, her tiny body arching up into you, smearing you with dryad sap from the axe wound.
Teleporting away is one of the hardest things you've ever done.
You appear in the circle of onlooking dryads; none of them looking away from Azalea, fascinated by her writhing, sap-spurting body. Your cocks are both gone, left inside the prone dryad girl. They throb dangerously inside her, her legs akimbo without you between them, toes curled tightly as she moans...
It worked. I actually teleported away. I let out a soft whine when I realized I wasn't going to explode as well, but the view from here was incredible. Azalea was writhing on the ground uncontrollably, her pussy quaking like mad. My knots were so huge that it prevented any sap from gushing out of her. All around me were the other dryads, each going crazy with rubbing their bodies all over. Even I was getting in that mood. Down below my cocks were gone, leaving behind hollow sheaths. I stuck a finger into one, gasping when it felt incredible. In fact, even though my cocks were separate and pumped away inside of her, it seemed like I could still feel them. Something was still pulsating heavily deep between my legs, making it hard to stand among them.
"Get ready everyone, she's going to blow any moment." I hyped everyone up. My hands wasted no time in fondling my balls and breasts roughly, mixing my moans in with everyone else. A higher pitched moan, then a deep scream left Azalea's lips suddenly, and I knew why right away. I could see as my knots swelled within her, spreading her fibrous lips further. Even her lower belly was swelling, bloating up from all my cum and growing cocks. The sound of plant fibers tearing filled the meadow as her pussy lost its battle, splitting upwards into where her clit would be. Sap finally spilled from her, gushing out over the end of the knots...
Azalea is a picture of writhing ecstasy as her lithe body starts to split and swell with increasing pressure. Her eyes are screwed up and she's biting her finger as she mewls and squeaks, tremors of pleasure rippling through her with every oozing split that appears in her body.
Several of the dryads fall to their knees, still watching their sister as she gets closer and closer to her inevitable demise. Green fingers work sap-dripping pussies fervently; the chorus of dryad moans and sighs filling the night air.
Clover, still gripping the axe beneath the head, is sliding her pussy along the handle, up and down. When she sees the sap spilling past the knots in her sister's pussy, those knots that she knows are going to explode and rip her sister's lithe body into tiny shreds, she goes weak, knees bending inward under the handle, an expression of desire and craving on her adorable face. Without looking away, she hefts the axe handle closer to her face so she can lick her own sap from it with her dark green tongue.
Azalea has only been getting more overwhelmed with pleasure as she gets closer to being blown up. Beneath the sap and brink dog cum leaking from her splitting pussy, you see the knot suddenly swell...
In the blink of an eye, I saw as her pussy split clean in half, then explode. I was knocked back onto my ass, letting me watch the sky as green dryad chunks went flying all over. I think I even saw one of her legs get launched past some trees. It felt like something had hit be down below, but as I felt myself, I realized it was simply my cocks returning to my sheaths. I was so focused on getting up and checking out what was left of Azalea that I didn't see what any of the others were doing.
Once I stood up and ventured over to a decent sized crater, I couldn't believe the destruction force of these cocks. Everything below her ribs was missing, and sap quickly flowed out of her much like blood would. It looked like she was still somewhat alive, though I wasn't sure for how long as I wasn't entirely sure just what it took to kill a dryad. Just gazing upon the destruction aroused me, causing my returned cocks to harden once more. "Well, was it as good as you thought?" I asked her.
In all the splattered dryad parts and dripping green flesh, you must have blown up something important as Azalea gasps her final, orgasmic last.
'Oh, noble adventurer... you've... I feel... incredible...' Seeded green goo spurts and gushes from her upper half; her perky breasts stop heaving as the light dies in her beautiful green eyes, a satisfied smile on her dainty lips.
You turn back to the remaining seven dryads; each and every delicate face an expression of lust and awe as they stare at you. Rose has bunched her skirt up in her slender fingers and is playing with herself, she slows to address you but can't seem to bring herself to stop.
'What a... ah... what a blessing you are, adventurer... oh... OH... what... what should we call you? What name should we s-sing to the night sky as you rip us limb... oh my goodness... from l-limb?'
Even with their sister blown apart, none of them showed any sign of empathy. While odd, I could understand it when it sounded like my actions will have caused new dryads to spring up after a while. "Funny you should ask that... My name is Willow. Rather fitting, isn't it." I saunter back to them all, swaying my hips as my throbbing cocks bobbed back and forth. Clover was my target, and I pressed myself right against her from. "That's a nice axe you got there... think you got what it takes to try it out on me?" I teasingly rubbed my cocks all over her belly and pussy, even sliding the very tips between her wet lips.
'Um... last time it got stuck in Azalea... I could ask her if I did okay with it though...'
The statement is a bit confusing until you feel fingers wrap around your ankle. With a start you turn. Azalea, half destroyed, has dragged her torso across the meadow, leaving a trail of green gore. With the exception that she no longer has a pelvis and legs, she doesn't seem to have lost much of the lustful drive...
'Please... more... I need to taste you... blow my mouth apart...'
She uses your body to bring herself upright, slender fingers clutching at your fresh, new cocks... the half-destroyed dryad's full lips, like green rose petals, are right at dick height. She looks up at you pleadingly as she engulfs one with her warm, slippery mouth, working your other cock next to her blushing cheek with her hand.
I should have known these dryads were more resilient. Half blown apart, and she still craves for more. I stroke her hair as she worked my cocks with both hand and mouth. Although she could reach them, the height was making it hard for her to do it with ease. "My, aren't you just a needy one. Here, let me make it a bit easier for you." I fell back onto my ass and spread my legs, guiding her right between them. It was hard to tell if she didn't think she could fit both in, or was hoping another would join alongside her...
The mere seconds you don't have a cock in Azalea's mouth are enough to leave her mewling with desperate lust; her mouth returns to your cock the second your ass hits the ground.
She's doing her best to deepthroat you as far as she can; clearly breathing isn't a requirement for dryads. She's only small though, and there are still exposed inches of cock when you're hitting the back of her throat. She holds herself up with one and and jerks your other cock vigorously with the other, nuzzling it with her cheek and getting your pearly precum in her hair; her mouth is too delicate to take both at once, though she'd probably enjoy having her face ripped wider to squeeze them both in.
Ever eager to help her sister and perhaps make up for getting an axe stuck in her, Clover lies down next to you, wrapping her soft fingers around the base of the cock in Azalea's desperately sucking mouth, her legs in the air and lips at the head of your unsucked dick, her eyes looking at you pleadingly, as though seeking permission.
This was too perfect to actually be real. Two hot and eager women wanting to explode, their faces between my legs. My tail wagged even faster behind me when Clover joined in, my cocks throbbing with delight. Azalea's sucking was slow and gentle, but still felt incredible. Her sister was nice to hold my cock for her, even giving the fat knot some s tight squeezes. Too busy moaning and breathing deeply, I quickly nodded my head to let Clover know to suck my other one right in. It was such a hard choice... Teleport away when they bring me over the edge, or stay and watch the looks on their faces when my cocks swell in their mouths. Maybe I could do both, waiting until the last possible moment to blink away.
Clover is a bit tougher than her sister; as your cock slides down her throat, she makes it all the way to your knot, her tongue darting out to lick your explosive, swelling organ. She slides back up to the sensitive head, and Azalea's hand returns to work your shaft.
Without letting go, they take their full lips from your cock to share your precum between them in a deep, moaning kiss. As you watch these two gorgeous women of the forest suck each other's tongues clean of sap and seed, their jerking hands are so in synch that they can interlace their fingers and massage both your throbbing cocks at once.
Clover's toes point up in the air and she gives a surprise squeak, muffled by Azalea's lips; the other dryad has used her free hand to reach over Clover's ass and plunge two fingers into her tight, sap soaked pussy.
The kiss ends and they turn to look at you. 'Please, noble Willow... blow us up together! I want my body turned into an absolute mess, to cover this meadow with my sister!' Their mouths return to your cocks, sucking the heads with such vigor that it makes you want to just lose control…
Their display was nearly more exhilarating than what they were doing to my cocks. My hips bucked upwards to help them suck my volatile organs in deeper, ramming my knots against their teeth. My trance was broken for but a moment when I felt another dryad kneel right behind me, pressing their breasts into my backside. They wrapped their arms under mine and began massaging my breasts, playing with my nipples. I couldn't tell who it was, but when they began sucking on my neck, I let out my deepest moan of the night.
You feel breasts on your shoulder blades as she holds you tightly, kissing your neck softly, her hands clenching at your voluptuous breasts. She clearly has no fear as she whispers in your ear, 'make my sisters explode, dear Willow. Tear their pretty faces to shreds and spread their seed all over this meadow!'
You can feel the cum rising, your four balls throbbing as Clover grabs the back of Azalea's head and shoves the bisected dryad's face down your shaft further to match her own, tonguing your twin knots.
The hands on your breasts squeeze tighter as you lean back into the dryad's soft embrace; you feel her wet pussy pressed against the base of your tail, getting massaged by your uncontrollable wagging. Your legs stretch out; Clover is grinding against one thigh, the mess of Azalea where her body simply ends at the stomach smearing sweet green gore up the other thigh.
You're getting so close and you don't know if you have the will to teleport away at the climax of this moment, when it would be so fucking incredible to get destroyed with these sexy, sensual dryads....
I didn't have to do a single thing as they took care of me. My twin cocks sucked and licked, my breasts fondled by a mystery dryad. I was so close to climaxing, my cocks throbbing hard enough to burst. My chest heaved madly, heart beating so hard it threatened to break free from its confining prison. I leaned my head back to the side into my lover, exposing as much of my delicate neck as I could. Both of my hands wandered to the dryads' heads in my lap, stroking their hair as their eyes pleaded with me. My tail wagged so hard that it helped my hips buck even harder against their teeth.
"Fuck, you're all so... god damn... amazing..." I gripped their hair tightly, using it to push their heads up and down on my dicks as I thrust upwards. When I felt teeth dig into my neck and fingers tugging my nipples nearly hard enough to tear them free, I couldn't hold on any longer. With all my might, I slammed their heads into my lap as hard as I could while I thrust upwards one last time. Moans turned to gagging as my knots forced their way behind their teeth, locking me in place.
"Oh god, I'm gonna blow your heads off!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the first powerful pulsation swept through my cocks, blasting a heavy load of hot, creamy cum down their tight throats. I couldn't teleport away from something like this, at least not right away...
Clover and Azalea give muffled cries of pleasure as you fill their mouths with your brink-human seed. Their eyes roll back, their hands clasping at your hips in an effort to force you ever deeper into their mouths. Both the petite dryad girls have bulging throats; white cum is leaking out of Azalea below her ribs, pooling with the green sap.
Your instincts are telling you to blink away, but you're too enraptured by what is going on to listen.
Clover's body shudders as she squeezes her pussy against your leg. She climaxes so sweetly, giving little squeaks of pleasure; as your cock begins to grow bigger and hotter in her mouth, her eyes roll back and she shudders again, even harder.
You can feel the swelling, imagining the pain the dryads must be feeling as your cocks start to throb and thrum dangerously in their mouths... or would be feeling, if they even felt pain. Clearly not.
You hear a voice in your ear. 'Should you not be getting clear, dear Willow? You could seed with us... please, explode with my sisters and I, let us all get destroyed together!'
The other dryad's are watching enraptured. Rose has forgotten any sense of propriety; she is reclining on a log and masturbating furiously to the show you're putting on.
I couldn't do anything but moan as my cocks pulsated within their mouths. Their faces showed pure ecstasy, even with imminent destruction only moments away. I had never felt a climax last so long before, intensifying rather than subsiding. The pulsations were becoming faster and stronger, nearly becoming too much for me to comprehend. I could feel as my engorging organs stretched their throats and jaws further, threatening to tear their heads apart before I could explode.
"Oh god, I would love to make you all explode... but I just can't pass this moment up! I need to feel being blown apart by my own cocks!" I moaned deeply as my breasts were continued to be fondled roughly.
When a sudden surge of energy built within my cocks, I gazed down at their faces with unblinking eyes as my chest heaved. My moaning stopped when all I could do was gasp, watching as my cocks swelled immensely. The sound of splitting plant fibers and snapping tree branches bombarded me when their mouths could handle no more. My knot split their cheeks open, breaking their jaw as it become obscenely huge. Then, with one final, orgasmic blast of cum, everything went dark.
It starts with jets of cum pumping into the two dryad's, huge spurts of it leaking out of Azalea's torso and onto you all.
Then, all at once, you detonate.
The forest fills with the BOOM of an explosion, bigger than any before.
Your body is torn to shreds by your exploding cocks; Clover and Azalea are both annihilated, their final moments pure joy as their pretty faces are destroyed by the explosion. One of Clover's arms is blown clear into the trees to rest near Azalea's leg from the previous blast.
Green goo and your own blood and gore showers over the field of delicate moon lilies and the remaining dryads; they don't even flinch as the sight of you and their sisters seeding the area brings them to heights of self-pleasure, some becoming lost in each other's touch.
As the last bits of you, Clover and Azalea drop from the sky to cover the field and dangle from tree branches, there is a radiant flash, a chime, and you reappear. You're back to human form once more; the dryads are delighted by your return. Rose hastily smooths her leaf skirt back down.
Just like with the brink dogs, I felt to my knees as I returned, quaking as my climax seemingly lingered. When I finally recovered, I slowly stood up and gazed all around at the carnage. At this rate, this forest was going to be overrun by dryads. That just means I'll have to keep coming back to prune them...
With shaky legs, I make my way over to Rose, who was having a hard time hiding the fact that she was enjoying herself. "Wow, that was intense... Sadly, I'm just human now."
'Nothing sad about it, dear Willow; you did set the terms to seed us with variety; if you can shapeshift in other ways, we would certainly be happy to await your return...' She looks around at the crater full of human and dryad parts, idly sucking her own sap from her fingers before realizing she was doing it and putting her hand down chastely.
'I don't see any pieces of young Lavender here. I assumed her impetuous actions would have gotten her seeded all over... such a willful girl!'
There's a rustling from high in one of the large trees nearby.
'I was blown clear!' Lavender calls out, a twinge of disappointment in her cheerful voice.
"Our world is full of so many creatures and beasts that could easily tear you all apart... but I've been wondering. Do any of you have any preferences at all when it comes to seeding? Surely you don't think that exploding or getting chopped up are both equal. If anyone here has any requests, I'm sure I could go out and find something just for you!"
We turn towards the rustling tree, spotting Lavender up there. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Nothing wrong with that. Maybe I'll return with something even more destructive to make up for it!"
Lavender waves from her perch in the tree. 'I still want to explode, please!'
The other dryads are prompted by the bolder girl's proposal.
'I... could I get torn to pieces? By, like, a wolf? Or a bear! No... a wolf?' The dryad with the daisy-chain necklace hanging down between her ample cleavage seems torn, but determined to be torn either way.
Two holding hands, the two who have barely been able to keep seperate the whole time, step forward. Both their floral adornments are purple; one with bluebells hanging like earring either side of her neck, one with a dahlia looped around her ponytail.
'If it's okay... we want to be crushed together, noble Willow!' They hold each other tightly to demonstrate. 'I want to be staring into my sisters eyes as our juices get squeezed from our bodies...'
The remaining dryad, more bashful than the others, looks down at her feet. She has a bright red camellia at her wrists and ankles, and is wearing a skirt of leaves like Rose, her breasts tightly wrapped in a coiled vine.
'I don't think I'm ready to seed yet... if that's okay... I want to see more stuff... the forest... even the hills...' She looks up at you with wide eyes. 'I would like to watch the rest of the seedings, though...'
"Hmm. All very good choices. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for things. I might even find even better things."
I turn towards the one that seemed hesitant. "Ahh, so you aren't all the same. Are you planning on exploring the world then?"
She goes a paler shade of green. 'I... um... I would like to...I...'
Rose chimes in. 'We dryads seed when we feel ready; we can often feel like we have things to accomplish before we have earned the right to have our bodies messily torn asunder.'
She puts an arm around Camellia; the waifish dryad goes a little weak at the comforting touch. 'The drive to explore more before seeding only serves to spread the seed further, and should be encouraged when it appears in our kind.'
"Well, I think I've destroyed enough dryads for the night. Can't find any wolves or crushing beasts by staying here."
I take a moment to think. "While I can't guarantee your safety, not that it would truly matter, you could always just come with me. Just be warned that we'd be in the company of beasts quite often."
Camellia's eyes light up. 'Really? May I?' She clasps her hands together and looks at Rose, almost for permission.
'As long as you aren't a burden to our dear Willow... of course you can.'
Camellia gives a squeal of delight, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing you tightly. 'I... I won't be a bother, I swear! I could even carry things for you, if you liked.'
You think of the necklace you've constantly needed to retrieve. She wouldn't be a robust beast of burden, this dryad... but she'd be cute...
"Sounds like a plan. Best you hurry and say your goodbyes then." I return the hug, though much lighter than hers. "And before I forget, you can wear this so I don't have to keep retrieving it." I remove the necklace and place it around her neck, letting the key nestledown between her breasts.
"If no one else has anything else to add, I'll be on my way." I hoped that whatever was making that red glow was still out there. Now to find it.
Camellia has no trouble keeping pace with you as you make your way back to your landmark, the elven statue. She is very quiet, sometimes seeming as though she is about to ask a question, then stopping herself.
The walk through the forest is very pleasant; the air quite mild. Occasionally the brink dog pack can be heard in the distance, barking and howling then jumping to a new location. Insects buzz past you; looking up, you see bats pursuing moths through the branches of the trees.
The statue of an elven warrior is still there standing proud. You can see the glow through the trees, dimmer than before; a campfire perhaps, down to red embers.
"Anything about these woods I should know about? Any recent travelers? I've been noticing a red glow like a campfire somewhere, so I figured I'd go check it out." She was being rather quiet, hoping that some questions would help open her up.
The dryad skips ahead to walk beside you, having no issue with undergrowth or thorns. 'There were some travellers making camp not far north. I didn't talk to them, adventurers scare me... not you though! ... um... one was an elf, too... elves haven't lived here for a long while.' She's rambling a bit nervously.
The campfire is not far up ahead. Travellers of any kind would likely set a guard. You could elect to proceed with caution and sneak up, get an idea of who is resting there... but appearing to sneak up on the camp may look suspicious.
"Just adventurers? That's boring!" With everything else that I've been through tonight, this is the complete opposite. Though, maybe one of them has a pet. "Let's not keep them waiting then. Keep close!" I figured just strolling right in couldn't be all that bad. How could a sexy, curvy woman be seen as a threat?
Camellia squeaks and rushes to keep up with your confident stride to the campsite. You see three tents on the opposite site of a dwindling fire; no movement from within. One is barely a canopy, the kind of non-shelter an elf would favour. The second looks sturdier; in the low light you can see twisted runes in the canvas. The last one is small; probably a gnome or a halfling.
There is no movement from any of them.
Camellia gives a small exclamation of surprise as a point digs into your back.
'You should get your friend to teach you how to step lightly. I could have put a bolt in you from a mile away...'
The point stops digging into you as the elven woman with the crossbow steps back. You can turn to face her, but be wary of any sudden moves.
"That doesn't sound so bad!" I giggled at her threat. "I bet my warm, soft, luscious body would have made a fine target." I slowly turned around, leaning into the bolt so it pressed between my breasts and into my sternum. "So, did I miss a party?"
She furrows her brow but doesn't pull back; her finger on the trigger of the crossbow barely holding back the tensile strength of the humming string behind the bolt.
Like many elves, she is very pretty; a high elf, judging by her pale skin and the streak of bright pink in her platinum hair. She has her head cocked slightly, her pointed ears listening for any other allies you may have.
She is wearing leather armor but it looks to allow freedom of movement rather than brute force protection; a tight leather chestpiece that only covered her perky breasts, a piercing in her navel, and a leather skirt, long pale legs looking poised to spring into combat.
There is movement behind you from the tents, and the campsite is flooded with light. It dazzles you, but the elf with the crossbow is unfazed, and with good reason; her pupils are milky white, completely blind.
'Syriel, who the fuck is... is that a dryad? Is that bitch wearing funeral dress? The fuck is going on?' The voice behind you has a high pitch and a gnomish accent; she also is apparently not as cool and collected as her elven friend.
I shield my eyes from the sudden light, hoping it fades. "Oh, I was just passing through. And this," I wrap an arm around Camilla and pull her close, "is my good friend, who is on a quest to explore the world!" I didn't even care what happened, just wanting to have fun.
You turn to face the other two adventurers. The mouthy one is indeed a gnome; she looks bleary eyed like she just woke up. Gnomes stand about three feet tall; this one has frizzy brown hair, a pair of spectacles, and is the most top-heavy creature you've seen. Her sleeping attire covers two breasts nearly as big as her head; nipples poking through the fabric.
Judging by the dangerous looking glass bottle she looks ready to lob at you, she follows the fine tradition of alchemy, as many gnomes do.
The other is much taller, and the source of light. She is about six feet tall, with deep red skin and looks to be very pregnant. Unashamedly naked in front of you, she is holding a sputtering mote of flame aloft in her hand, ready to burn you and Camellia to ashes. Her expression is more amused curiosity than fear, though; her eyes simply almond-shaped gold-red glowing light rather than pupiled, and her hair is long, black, tied back in a ponytail that reaches down to a slowly swishing tail.
Syriel addresses them both. 'Two individuals, unarmed and alone in the forest, yet this one has no fear at all. I wonder why... be cautious, Roxette.'
The elf was simply an elf, a blind one at that, but these other two were much more interesting. That little gnome looked so cute and small, I could just pick her up and run away with her. And the red skinned one, just look at that belly. So full and tight, I just wanted to rub it. I'd better play nice if I ever want to have any fun. "Why should I have fear? Are you a bunch of bandits looking to slaughter such innocent travelers?"
The red skinned one laughs. 'We are no mere bandits, strange holy woman.' Her accent is strange, and her voice has a very... seductive tone to it. The fire in her hands flares. 'We march without fear into the domain of beasts and monsters, slaughter with impunity, claim every piece of treasure and leave a path of destruction and chaos in our wake!' She tosses her head back and laughs, the horns pointing up from her head shining in the moonlight along with her sharp teeth.
The gnome rolls her eyes. 'We're adventurers. Who... or what... are you? Local druid? Dryad tamer?'
I'm liking this red one even more. If I still had my cocks, it'd be hard to resist making that ripe body of hers explode. "I guess you could say I'm a druid of sorts. A beast tamer too. Isn't that right Camilla?" I chuckled.
Camellia blushes. 'I... um... Willow is a friend of the forest folk. You should not harm her! Or... you should... um...' She hides behind you a bit.
The red woman laughs again; she sounds like she should be watching her shock troops burn down a village, with a laugh like that.
'Reign it in, Agony,' the gnome, Roxette, says.
'Reign it in, Princess Agony.' Roxette focuses on you. You do notice she has lowered the potion somewhat, but her elven friend looks to be moving to a position where she could skewer you AND Camellia with that crossbow of hers.
The gnome keeps you talking. 'If you're a warden of this forest, why are you wearing the holy symbol of Aura? She may be a goddess of all life, but she's not commonly associated with forest wardens... they usually go for flighty nature gods.'
"Well, you see, all this living in nature leaves one rather exposed all the time. And this was the only thing I could find when I wanted to travel back into society! Maybe I should just discard it, as a few of us are already rather exposed." In one quick motion, I flip the garment off of my curvy body and drape it over the elf's bow. "Ahh, much better." There was no way they could destroy something as sexy as me. I might have to get closer to this princess if I wanted my stiff nipples to ever warm up.
Syriel takes your garment from her crossbow; she is feeling the fabric between her fingers and looking to be pondering something.
'I had heard mortal nature-worshipers had strange proclivities, Roxette. I never heard they were so... bold.' Agony is smiling at you with sharp teeth, taking a long, lingering stare at your body. Her own is quite spectacular; breasts so full from her pregnancy with nipples that look almost black in the low light of the embers; the glow dancing across her swollen belly. You wonder what kind of demonspawn she's growing in there... you have heard of demon-blooded adventurers but never seen one in the flesh.
Roxette's eyes go wide when you strip naked; she clearly wasn't ready for it. 'Fulminating mercury, she's gorgeous...' you hear her mutter to herself. She almost drops the potion she's holding.
"Enough about me then. You guys up to anything fun around here? I could use some adventuring myself. Nature has made me rather soft all over, so now I need to toughen up." I slowly make my way over to the little one, swaying my hips along the way. "Aren't you just a little cutie." I bent down right in front of her, allowing my breasts to hang right at eye level.
Roxette goes cross-eyed watching your swaying breasts. The potion in her hand tips and overflows, splattering onto the grass with a sizzle. 'Uh... we... we... do need... uh... we need a rogue... last one was... was useless.'
Agony sighs. 'I wouldn't say she was useless. She did find one trap.'
Syriel pipes up from the back. 'Willow here might make a perfect replacement for our previous rogue. After all...' She holds up your funeral dress. 'She's the Chosen of Aura.'
This elf may be blind, but she sure knows her dresses. "And what makes you say that? Surely that is just a simple garment with a symbol on it." My secret might already be out, but if they acted appropriately, I could see myself enjoying finding traps. "Oops, I hope that wasn't an important potion. Such a waste to only melt away some grass."
Syriel explains. 'It's odd enough that an individual wearing such a garment would be wandering the forest rather than rotting in the ground. My friend revealed that is was a symbol of Aura; the stories of her Chosen are legendary in some parts, as are the Chosen of any god or goddess.
By your words, you do not fear death, but rather welcome it; your level heart rate and unwavering voice tell me that it is not just bluff and bluster on your part.
Finally,' she smiles a gentle smile, 'you are just as cocky as the last Chosen of Aura.'
The red-skinned woman (you recall the term for them to be 'tiefling') sighs. 'The Chosen of some mortal goddess... great. I'm tired. Wake me when a Chosen of the god of breakfast arrives.' She returns to her tent.
Roxette is enraptured by your body. 'I... I can make more. I've heard of the Chosen of Aura, how they helped with gnomish experiments long ago, but never thought they'd be so... so fucking exquisite...'
I laughed. "Cocky? I feel as though that if the chosen doesn't go on a killing spree, then they can act however they want." I didn't want the red one to retire so soon, but that did give me a chance to check her ass out for but a moment. At least I still had the little one.
"Experiments, you say? Any fun ones?" I perked up at her words, biting my lips. "Maybe I should give this a taste then." I grasped the bottle and pulled it free from her weak grip. "Or I can just carry it for you." I slide the hopefully volatile concoction between my breasts, pushing them together.
Syriel walks passed the two of you. 'It's your turn to guard anyway, Roxette. Try to be quiet...' She goes to her shelter, sitting cross legged and falling into a deep trance, crossbow in her lap. Roxette hisses at her, 'Syriel!'
A drop of potion is still on the outside of the glass; it sizzles with contact with your skin as it leaves a red mark in your cleavage.
Camellia is watching with interest in your interactions with these other adventurers, but looks ready to flee back to the trees.
Roxette takes off her glasses and cleans them nervously. 'I... uh... there are notable booms in scientific discovery when a subject is available that can report back all experiences felt by any alchemical concoction, no matter how fatal.'
"Mmm, this stuff must be strong. Just look at what it did to my tender breasts!" I give her the best view possible of the burn mark. "I have a feeling this stuff would just melt right through me, so not much to report back on. Got anything else in your bag of tricks?" While drinking it would probably end me rather quick, I could still have some fun with it. "Whatever you have, let's go have away from these tents." I grabbed the bottle and saunter off, shaking my ass along the way. I find a stump nearby to sit on, making sure I was in full view of Roxette. "Just need a little warm up first." I uncork the bottle and immediately pour some on the top of my pussy. I moan deeply as it burns, using my other hand to furiously rub my pussy all over to help infuse it with my tender flesh.
The burning sensation is incredible, the air smelling of chemicals and seared flesh. Roxette goes pale, looking at Camellia then back at you.
'Fuck, doesn't that hurt? How does it work? You can't die or something, right? I didn't really read up on the details of the chosen, just the results.'
You do notice her nipples have gotten harder, forming small tents on her nightgown. The combination of your erotic display and the thought of rigourous analytics must be turning her on.
"Oh yes, it hurts... so good... It took a while getting used to being the chosen, but now I love every second of it." I stroked my melting pussy so roughly that I climaxed in only seconds, just before my clit melted completely. My pussy gushed, helping to suck the concoction deeper into me. "If we go all the way, I might end up just as cute and small as you." I hinted at my respawning ability, unsure if she knew anything about that.
She certainly isn't averse to the destruction you're causing yourself; if anything, she's fascinated.
'Wait here. Don't... melt.' She scurries off back to her tent, returning with a satchel. It looks like a normal over the shoulder leather bag.
She rummages in it, pulling out another potion. 'Drink this! I've been working on it for days and...' she doesn't have a chance to finish as you grab the bottle from her and inspect it. The potion inside is a similar green to the acid you've been putting on your pussy.
"I hope it's tasty!" I swirl the liquid around, trying to guess just what it might do. My pussy had a lingering burning, making it hard to concentrate. I popped this potion open as well, giving it a quick smell. "Let's pray I don't turn into a puddle of goo!" Taking a deep breath, I tip the bottle up and gulp the green contents.
This potion is quite bitter, even a little minty. To your disappointment, within seconds of imbibing it, the burning in your pussy stops completely.
Roxette is looking at you. 'How do you feel?' She asks, excited.
"Definitely not the tastiest of things. Seems like all you did was juice some mint leaves. Though, my pussy did stop burning." I returned a hand to my pussy to see if I could feel anything different.
'Good. That's good.' She puts the satchel on the ground and rummages through it.
'Hard to aquire subjects for testing orally delivered acid resistance potions... especially willing ones.' She puts on a thick leather gloves.
'Resistance comes at a sliding scale, when it comes to alchemy. Not just claims of blanket immunity. For example, we don't have fire immunity in potion form, but I can make you resistant to, say, the flames of the sun. Good enough for most requirements.'
She swaps her glasses for some thick goggles.
'As for acid, it's a puzzle. There's always a stronger chemical than modern resistance potions allow for. That upper limit seems unreachable... but maybe...'
Using her glove covered hand, she draws out a thick glass box, a small, silver vial floating inside. Slowly and carefully, she opens the box, holding her breath, and removes the vial. She hands it to you gently.
'The acid tests of acid tests. Expose yourself to that. Drink it, pour it on your body, fuck it... I don't care. We're on the brink of a discovery here...'
My eyes glazed over as she explained everything, wondering when she'd be done with it and get to the good part. When I saw her start to get geared up for something, I knew some fun was about to happen. I perked up at the sight of the box, knowing that something dangerous surely had to be inside. She carefully pulled a little glass vial out of it, handing it to me. "Looks like I might be turning into a pile of goo after all." If she wanted to experiment on me, I should make her be more involved. Especially since she is geared up already.
Keeping a tight grip on the vial, I quickly spun around on the stump and fell backwards, letting my ass lean up against the stump. My pussy pointed at the sky, my legs spread apart, my breasts hanging in my face. "Would you mind pouring it into me?" I innocently asked as I fluttered my eyes. I held the vial back out to her, my other hand spreading my pussy open. "Or just cram the whole thing in me."
She considers your request, a blush coming to her face. She holds a hand towards Camellia. 'In my bag. Forceps.'
Camellia stares blankly. 'Four what?'
Roxette rolls her eyes, and goes to the bag herself. Grabbing out forceps, she holds the glass vial gingerly, removing the glass stopper slowly. A strong chemical smell overwhelms you inmediately; this stuff is strong.
Gingerly, she tips a droplet onto your breasts.
She grins maniacally, oblivious to your pouting, and tips a little more. Some beads down your body, over your mound and trickles down your pussy... only to hiss and smoke when it touches the wooden stump beneath you, melting a hole straight through it.
'Tell me how it feels? Any pain? Tingling?'
You feel nothing. 'Must test it on a sensitive internal area, to be sure...' she mutters to herself. Camellia gasps as the gnome slips the vial inside your somewhat melted pussy with her forceps, upending the tube deep inside you.
Aside from cold metal, you feel no pain, fizzing or delicious melting sensation. It seems her resistance potion is impeccable.
I waited patiently as she applied the acid all over my body, looking for the first sign of burning. There was nothing. Nothing at all. What was being immune to acid supposed to be good for exactly? I'd rather turn into an acid spitting monster than stay human. "Nothing. Nothing at all. There probably won't be anything unless you could somehow pump my body full of whatever that is. But even then, I'd probably just burst before ever melting." I kept focus on my body, thinking that the acid was just delayed.
"Don't you have anything that's stronger?" I pleaded with my lip sticking out.
Roxette draws the forceps out of your pussy just in time; the empty vial drops to the ground as the forceps melt from the acid inside you. She pauses, as though waiting for you to suddenly melt... then gives a loud whoop of victory that makes Camellia jump.
'I will annihilate you if you don't SHUT THE FUCK UP!' screams Agony from her tent.
'I am a goddess,' Roxette murmurs to herself, ignoring the angry tiefling. 'I am an alchemical goddess.' She rummages through her bag frantically. 'I giveth... and I taketh away...'
She comes out with a clear flask, a sparkling, almost crystalline slime inside. 'Condensed vitreous humor from a beholder. Broad spectrum imbuement obviator. Try it and tell me exactly how you feel...' she pours a small measure into a glass and stands back, gesturing for Camellia to do the same.
"Sure thing." I take the glass and gulp it down in a flash. Was sure hard to do while still upside down.
It starts as a tingle in your toes and fingers, creeping into the center of your body; almost a pins and needles sensation.
'That potion should eliminate your acid resistance,' Roxette explains, probably a bit too late. 'Don't worry, it shouldn't have any impact on any divine regenerative capacity. Probably.'
Probably? Slight concern turn to sudden, overwhelming pain. The drips of acid on your breasts and belly start to smoke and hiss as your flesh sears... your pelvic region sagging inwards as you realise the potent acid is melting you from the inside out!
Your womb and cervix melt away in second, acid eating its way downward and through your lower back, your legs going limp as your spine is reduced to goo.
Camellia covers her mouth in shock, but Roxette looks wickedly fascinated by what's happening to you. The pain is incredible, overwhelming... and she's asking you what you're feeling...
The pain was almost too much to bear. I could see as my body sank inwards, feeling as my insides flowed downwards. "I... I feel... Uuughhhhblgr!" My sentence was stopped as soon as a flood of melted, acidic gore gushed out of my mouth and nose. Everything went dark and silent as my eyes, nose, and ears were all overcome by the acid. For once, I just wanted everything to be over with.
Your body melts. There is no other ways to describe it as your curvy form collapses in on itself, blending with the stump, grass and earth beneath you as you get turned into a puddle of pink-red goop. The two onlookers step back, Camellia grimacing with fear and Roxette looking on with excitement as the bubbling pool of Willow sinks further into the ground.
The acid finally reaches the limits of its reactivity having left a smouldering pit fifteen feet into the ground, as radiant light glows nearby and you return, half the woman you once were.
'I am a genius. A fucking genius. Do you see that?' She points at the crater to Camellia, who is looking pale and fingering the key around her neck nervously. 'I made her resist that. I'm a fucking genius! What the FUCK?'
Roxette notices you standing there, stark naked, nearly a perfect copy of her, though you still have your freckles. Camellia looks relieved. 'Willow!' She runs up and hugs you, stooping down as you are now even shorter than her. Her soft skin feels good against your new body...
I seemed completely normal when I returned, having arms and legs. The first thing I noticed was being rather cold, as there didn't seem to be a holy garment covering me. And then when Camellia rushed over to hug me, she had to bend over... Looking over at Roxette, she didn't seem all that small anymore. "Yes, it's me. Though, I think I'm a little gnome now." I hugged her in return, pressing our cold, naked bodies together. "Hey, look at the bright side. I can fit in your tent now." I said with a wink.
Roxette is lost for words. 'You... you look like me!' She squeaks. She turns bright red, looking your curvy diminutive body up and down. You're quite slender, skinny even, but your breasts are huge for your frame.
Roxette runs to her bag and pulls out a small blanket. 'Cover yourself... myself... just... cover up!'
She looked even cuter when she turned bright red, highlighted by the light of the moon. "What's wrong? Don't you like seeing just how cute you are?" I bounced in place when Camellia released me from the hug, making my breasts jiggle. "The best part is, you can now watch 'yourself' drink potions and melt all the time!" She threw the blanket on me, nearly knocking me over. I bet even dryads are stronger than me now.
'But... why do you look like me? Can you turn into anything? I knew the chosen of Aura made a good test subject, but the ramifications... I could test species robustness and cross reactivity of anything...' She's rambling a bit as you draw nearer.
'And to know for sure what impact potions would have on me with none of the risks... even if it was irreversible... I could try out...' She looks like she's thought of something as she trails off, finally paying attention to her mirrored form.
Camellia looks a bit amused, and happy to be in the presence of someone else who gets a bit flustered by your forward nature.
"Your elf friend figured one thing out about me, so maybe now it's your job to discover stuff about the forms I take!" I teased her, not wanting to take all the surprise away. "And if you know how dryads germinate... well, I helped a few of them earlier. It was a blast."
"Any potions you been curious to try on yourself? Or maybe you have some deep, dark, locked away desires you have only been able to fantasize about since, well... kind of hard for a regular gnome to not stay as a puddle of goo."
She looks at Camellia. 'You've seeded some dryads? The things I could use her for... the reagents I could harvest...' she strokes Camellia's leg, prompting a shiver from the dryad girl.
'As... as long as you didn't melt me!' she says nervously.
Roxette turns back to you. 'I have been working on... a thing. Potion. Strictly for scientific purposes. But... I'm meant to be on guard. Agony's shift isn't for another couple of hours and she'll raise hell if she gets woken early...'
"If you're that set on gathering ingredients, the forest is likely full of dryad parts right about now. Made an absolute mess of two of them... and myself." I reached up and squeezed a breast of mine as I imagined blowing up again, moaning softly.
"I doubt a guard is needed out here. And I'm sure Camellia here would make for an excellent guard, if that allowed you to have some fun." I walked up to Camellia's other side, hugging the opposite leg.
'I... I could guard. Yeah!' Unexpectedly, Camellia comes through as a wing dryad.
Roxette bites her lip. She seems to come to a decision. 'Agony will just burn the shit out of anything that shows up this late. You're lucky she wasn't on guard... or not, I guess.'
She grabs her satchel and ushers you back to her tent. To your surprise, while it is quite cosy on the inside, it is also comfortable. Full of soft, fluffy pillows and blankets. You wonder where an adventurer stashes all of this stuff...
She sits astride a thick silk pillow and goes through her satchel, dragging forth a potion that has a pink-blue sheen to it.
She talks in a hushed whisper.
'We don't get many appropriate test subjects for this; Eagle Eyes and Blowtorch have a real take-no-prisoners approach. Which fucking sucks because I've been working on this for years...'
The best part about being a little gnome is being able to fit in here. Just look at all this stuff. "Oh, is that a little love potion? I didn't think you were interested in having fun with a clone!" I giggled as I got comfy somewhere
'Oh, this isn't some fuckin' bullshit love philter. This is even better than my acid resistance potion. This is what is gonna save the dwindling gnome population.'
She swishes the potion, excitement in her voice. The pink and blue colours dance together, almost hypnotic.
'There are a myriad of ways to transmute one's gender but this...' The colours are reflected in her glasses... 'This will give the imbiber the best of both worlds. Fully functioning, capable of procreation and repopulation.'
She looks up at you. 'I'm not interested in having fun. I just need to work out the kinks in this potion.'
How could there be a problem with the gnome population when they're just so cute? "What, aren't the male gnomes man enough for you?"
Sounds like I'm going to have a cock again tonight... unless I suddenly explode. "That does sound rather useful. I've already had experience with a similar sort, so I should be able to let you know how good it is to the real thing!"
With how she's been eyeing me tonight, surely she wants some kind of fun. "I'm gonna get a fun overload pretty soon." I grab the bottle from her, giving it a swish of my own. I gazed into the beautiful display, wanting to just stare at it all night long. Roxette cleared her throat, so I popped it open and smelled it. Whatever the flavor was, it was lovely. I poured some in my hand and rubbed it all over my chest, working it deep into my nipples. Another handful was rubbed all over and into my pussy, and just before I could climax again, I tipped the rest up and gulped it right down.
Roxette watches your display, slack jawed. You notice the silk pillow between her thighs get a small squeeze. 'I... I mean, it's meant to be taken orally, but I suppose direct contact can't hurt it's efficacy.'
She's watching as you start to tingle... then your clit starts to swell, slowly. 'If this works, then any gnome will be able to both get pregnant and impregnate... our population has been in decline since the rise of humans but this might give us-' she gives a squeak of suprise as, all at once, your clit swells and grows, forming a sizeable (even for a human) cock. 'Uhhhh... give us an edge..'
Two fat balls throb into appearance before your cute, tight pussy. The whole hermaphroditic package instantly becomes a picture of arousal; your cock swollen and veiny, your pussy getting slick.
Roxette tries to gain composure; you know her pussy is up against that shiny silk pillow and her hips give another, very slight, roll.
'How... how does it feel?'
Once the first drop splashed within my stomach, my whole body lit up with pleasing tingles. I immediately began to moan, massaging my heavy breasts as I spread my legs apart. Warmth coursed through my body, collecting within my slick pussy. My clit felt like it was on fire, burning hotter as it throbbed harder and harder. As I looked down past my heaving chest, I watched as my clit grew at an inhuman rate. It engorged with so much blood I thought I was going to faint, towering between my little legs as it throbbed nearly hard enough to burst. Just when I thought everything was over, two fat, cum filled balls sprouted in an instant, both begging to unload. I had been so focused on my growth that I had all but forgotten Roxette was close by until she spoke up.
"I feel... fucking amazing. And this..." I grip my massive cock with both of my tiny hands, squeezing it tight enough until a little bit of pre cum oozed out. "Feels ten times better than it looks." I stared deep into her eyes, stroking my fat cock very slowly.
She's quick with an empty glass tube, catching your precum before it hits the ground. Your heart pounds as her hand wraps around the end of your cock, massaging more precum into the tube. When she stops (disappointingly), your cock keeps leaking, dripping white pearlescent precum onto the pillows beneath you. She stashes the tube.
'I'll... I'll need to get more samples, of course. Yes.'
She keeps massaging your cock, precum dribbling out onto her hand. 'Quite a large reproductive organ, but nothing I... nothing an average gnome couldn't handle.' A blob of precum spurts, hitting her in the cheek. 'Fuck...' she exclaims, more with lust than suprise.
Her gentle grinding against the pillow gets firmer, her toes curling as her thighs squeeze it tighter against her pussy.
I hadn't expected her to reach right out a grip me. My bottom lip was bitten hard to stifle a moan. She seemed rather skilled handling something so big. It feels like I'd split her right in half on the first thrust.
"Mmm... I thought you... Didn't want any fun..." I moaned as I softly thrust into her grip. Her whole hand was coated in warm cream, giving me a preview of what she'd feel like.
"Honestly... Being a chosen one has made me crave... Pain. You can be as... Rough as you want..." Regaining a cock has made me think back on the encounter with the dicksplicer. Just the thought sent a powerful throb up through my cock, causing another glob to splash against her other cheek.
"Would you happen to have any dicksplicer venom? If not... I could help you collect some." I leaned forward, grasping one of her covered breasts.
Roxy smiles. 'You are gonna be good for research; the potion has some dicksplicer venom in it. I suspect it was the cause of a few failures previously... massive priapic event couple with spontaneous heart failure.'
Your heart is pounding...
She leans closer to your cock, slowly sliding her hand up and down; your cock is shining with precum now.
'Very important to use all senses when evaluating an experiment...' she murmurs to herself. She pokes her little pink tongue out and catches some of your precum. Her eyes roll back with pleasure. 'Tastes... virile... need a bigger sample size...' She covers your cockhead with her mouth, swallowing each time your dick pumps more into her mouth.
Just hearing that some venom was in the potion sent my heart fluttering. My horse heart had been beating so fast, it amazed me how it never exploded. And now, I craved a higher dose.
"Oh my, that sounds terrible... Terrible that I missed out on experiencing all that." Surely, she was out of venom now, and needed a fresh batch.
Her mouth was... Incredible. She could barely fit any in, and any more would leave her looking like how clover and azalea had in their last moments. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked hard to drain my balls. Between pre cum gushes, her little tongue skillfully polished my thick cock head.
"Oh Roxy... Keep going and I'll give you the biggest sample of your life!" I was moaning hard and deep, tugging hard on my burning nipples. All at once, my legs quivered, belly tensed, balls tightened, and my eyes rolled back into my head as it fell back. And when my cock pulsated for the first time, I was afraid I blew her head off with how heavy the load was.
She swallows some of your gushing load but it mostly splatters over her face, down her neck, and all over her enormous cleavage.
'Fuck! Thundering stones, Willow!' She struggles to catch some in a flask as another enormous spurt splashes over her silky nightdress and the pillow between her legs.
The pleasurable sensation is overwhelming as more and more cum jets out of your swollen cock, forming pools in the pillows on the tent floor.
And it's not stopping.
Every muscle in my body contracted simultaneously to help drain my pent up balls, making it hard to move or think. I watched her frantically try to gather some up, while most of it just splattered all over her. No matter how much blasted out of me, there seemed to be another heavy load ready to go. My cum quickly drenched everything inside of the tent, leaving it and our bodies coated in hot, thick, sticky layers. It actually felt like my cock was pulsating harder and harder the longer it went on for, coupled with my heart speeding up steadily. And when I cupped my fat balls, I could actually feel them undulate.
"Fuck... was this supposed to happen? I don't think I'm gonna stop coming at this rate!" I moaned louder as it went on. Wanting a bit of fun, I grabbed my cock and aimed it at key targets, like my gaping mouth and her shocked face, blasting us both with creamy seed. "If you don't want your tent to flood, you'd better do something!" I seductively looked into her eyes, biting my lip as I awaited her solution.
She looks dumbfounded, cum dripping from her, blankly staring at the mess you've made, that you're still making... then dives for her bag.
'It's here somewhere... if I can't find it we may have to attempt an emergency amputation or... yes...' Your ears prick up at "emergency amputation"
She holds a small vial and uncorks it. 'Had a problem with too many fuckin kobolds one time. Booming population of the little fucks. Poisoned their water supply with this.'
She opens it, your keen sense of smell making your nose wrinkle at the odour. Smells like damp socks. 'This will have you limp as a dead goblin. You won't be able to get hard for weeks.'
Sounds fucking horrible.
Does she really think I'd pick going soft over having those small hands of hers slowly gliding a sharp knife through my cock? "Even if I go soft, there's no guarantee this will stop! Just cut it all off or something!"
I fell all the way back, spreading my legs wide to give her complete access. Cum continued to gush steadily, blasting all over my chest and face.
'I can't do that to me! Uh, you?' Panic sounds like its rising in the pragmatic alchemists voice. 'No, this is the best solution. It's a wonder we have any left at all-'
She's cut short by a massive jet of cum from your throbbing cock. You tremble with pleasure as your warm, white load blasts the potion out of her hand, spilling it onto the ground outside.
'FUCK!' She exclaims.
You're still wracked with pleasure, and try to stifle a smile.
'Gnome, I swear, if you and your girlfriend don't shut the FUCK UP...' Princess Agony's booming voice comes from within her tent.
You could stay here with the panicking gnome, see how long your body can cope with the unending pleasure... or seek help from your other new companions...
My cock must have had a mind of its own as it blasted that vial right out of her hand. I couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face. If she wasn't wanting to use a knife on me, then it looks like I need to take the initiative.
"Whatever we do, I probably shouldn't be in here any longer!" My quaking body struggled to sit back up and crawl out through the entrance of the tent, my cock blasting the ground along the way. I hadn't realized how warm it had gotten in the tent, nearly becoming a sauna with all my hot cream steaming everything up. Even her glasses steamed up now that I remember.
Standing up with shaky legs, I had no care in the world. I just started running forward through the woods, my cock bobbing all over as it gushed all over the place. I giggled and screamed, giving Camellia a wink as I ran by.
You leave behind the campsite and plunge into the cool night air of the woods.
Running is difficult; you're still had as a rock and every few seconds, you're wracked by another spasm of pleasure followed by a stream of cum that covers the grass, trees and leaves around you.
You feel like you have more heightened senses than your human form. Whatever myopia affects Roxy hasn't carried to you, and your sense of smell is quite keen. It's interesting to see the forest from a lower point of view... but not as interesting as the idea of finding something in this forest to deal with your problem.
I ran and ran until my legs finally grew tired. As my chest heaved and heart pounded, my cock continued pumping harder and harder. My pulsating organs were beginning to feel a bit sore, and under the moonlight, I could barely make out a hint of red mixed in with my latest loads. It seemed like my body was going to pump itself dry if I didn't fix it. Not that I'd want to.
I rested my back against a tree, watching the thick ropes of crimson stained cream coat the grass out in front of me. I was all alone, just a small little gnome completely naked and vulnerable. And now that there was blood gushing out of me, the scent of it was surely attracting predators...
You hear a humming noise, high yet feminine, almost a melodic whine.
You can smell still water nearby. You peer through reeds to see a crystal clear pool of water with the moon and starts reflected on the surface.
A figure is on the shoreline, sitting on a rock. She looks like a woman. She turns to face you; the humming song is so enticing and hypnotic. She is draped in a black, shifting mass that twists and ebbs with the humming. Her skin has blue veins snaking all over the surface, and her eyes a blood red.
She stands and approaches, a small smile on her face, hands outstretched, the hum becoming a melodic whine, the black mass covering her body getting thinner as thousands of mosquitos slowly stream from her towards you.
I had been so focused on what was happening to my cock that I didn't realize where I had ended up. A humming drew my attention to a small body of water. There sat a woman of some kind, and when she turned, I knew she couldn't be a normal human. Especially with her red eyes that gazed at me. Her body was strange, both her clothes and skin. When she got up, her outfit shifted as she stretched her arms out towards me. Whatever was happening, it looked like a swarm of insects moving towards me. I pressed back into the tree harder, my cock shooting loads like it was a cannon trying to defeat an oncoming army. An intense throb shot through my cock as she approached, hoping she had something good in store for me.
The swarm leaves her body exposed; her skin looks moist, slick and veiny. Her lips are a deep shade of blue; she runs her oddly pointed tongue across them as she lays on her belly in front of you.
Your tumescent cock squirts her with cum, now a pinkish colour as your poor, overworked balls are starting to bleed.
The swarm hovers lazily in the air in front of you. The way they swirl and ebb in the air is so peaceful, and the humming song of the women laying on her belly with her legs swinging gently in the air is so pleasant, the it almost doesn't register when she takes your cum-hemorrhaging cock in her mouth, giving it an almighty slurp.
Everything about her was hypnotic, from the way she moved to how she sang. She laid down right in front of me, not even phased when cum splattered all over her. A blue hand reached out and gripped my quaking cock, angling it downwards so she could suck it right in. I slammed my head back into the tree and moaned, feeling as she sucked my bloody cum right out. My hips jerked forwards, stuffing my raging cock further between her lips. I had all but forgotten she had a swarm of insects around her, too focused on what that tongue of hers was going to do.
Fluid pumps down her throat and into her belly. She looks up at you, swallowing rhythmically, and you feel her pointed tongue, rougher and harder than you'd expect, swirling around your cock hole. Her eyes are entirely red, and her body starts to blush with redness.
It feels incredible but you're also feeling weaker, your heart straining as you're pumping more blood than cum.
Suddenly, her eyes go wide as she stabs the tip of her tongue down your cock. Pleasure gives way to immaculate pain as she starts to suck from within, mosquitos swarming around her with excitement.
I never thought getting my cock sucked could be so intense. A couple groans mixed with my moaning as her odd tongue probed my sensitive glans. Our gazes stayed connected the whole time. I could tell she was hungry for my blood, sucking and gulping steadily.
Whether it was because of her or my pulsating cock, my gnomish body was starting to feel the strain of an endless climax. Every new pulsation shot a wave of pain through my cock, and my balls ached like they had been smashed. Even my little heart was struggling to keep up with her.
A sudden bolt of pain made me cry out at the top of my lungs. My cock was split wide open when her tongue surged deep inside of it. Now I knew why it was so odd. I could feel my blood drain away at a quick pace, sucked out by her bloody straw. Even through all the pain, I forced myself to moan as much as I could. My hands grasped my breasts, squeezing them as I tugged my nipples.
She pulls back, eye contact unwavering. Though your cock has been split, it's still pumping, now more blood than cum. She hums with excitement, watching your hands... then her tongue spears forwards, piercing your enormous breast from beneath. She sucks blood from you hungrily, leaving a bleeding puncture wound, before returning her tongue to your cock.
The weakness you're feeling is turning to pain, sharp and electric, as your heart struggles to pump less and less fluid. You feel yourself going weak, and you swear chunks of meat are getting drawn down the mosquiren's tubular tongue.
Her appetite was unnatural. I was growing so weak I couldn't even groan when she suddenly pierced my breast. By time she plunged her vicious tongue deep back inside of my cock, my little body was slowly sliding down the tree. My arms grew too heavy to hold up, resting them on the ground when my ass met with the grass. Everything was becoming fuzzy, my chest calming as I barely needed any air. I just sat there and gasped quietly, gazing into her red eyes as she continued to drain my dry.
The humming suddenly intensifies in sharpness. That probing tongue buried deep in your body thrums as the mosquiren increases the pitch of hypnotic song.
You feel the vibrations deep within you, your very bones ringing as she grabs you excitedly, drawing you closer... then the pain is splintering. The bones in your legs and pelvis shatter from the sonic attack, a sound louder than your own screaming.
The pain in your chest is overridden by the pain of shattered bones. As you finally succumb to your injuries, your heart giving out and the blood loss becoming all too much, you realise the final slurping you're hearing is the creature sucking the marrow from your bones...
The humming grew so loud, so intense that I could still sense it as I faded away. My hips suddenly jumped, exploding with pain, being just enough to make me cry out one last time.
I must have expired soon after, as I was suddenly bombarded with holy light and chimes as I found myself revived. My body was bare, letting me see how I had changed. I rather liked that blue lady, so I smiled when I saw my own skin colored the same. Just not veiny. Without wasting another moment, I moved my tongue around, smiling when I felt it's sharpness jab into my cheek. Looking around, I spotted her, gazing at me in bewilderment.
I seductively walked over to her. With nothing to lose, I tried humming like her.
The hum builds deep in your chest; it feels like a full body tingle from your head to your toes.
The mosquiren slowly rises from her prone position at your previous body. She looks less blue from the belly outwards, like she's started to fill with your vital fluids. She crouches defensively at first, then rises.
Your humming synchronises.
The swarm of mosquitos flows around both of you, forming a lazy halo in the air between you.
You feel aware of the presence of the swarm, like a billion tiny motes of sensation in your mind. When you close your eyes, you can still see the halo of delicate bodies.
She flits her tongue out, the hard point straight downward, then back into her mouth.
With how well the hum reverberated from my body, it was purely instinctual. The two of us were locked into a ritualistic dance, sharing control of the mosquitos. I shot my tongue between my lips as well, wondering what it meant.
Her belly looked a bit swollen and red. A little gnome was surely enough to last her for the night. But after gazing upon that tight, red belly of Agony's earlier, I now wanted to get the one before me just as ripe looking.
Without breaking our linked hum, I slowly sauntered forth through the cloud of bugs. Stopping right in front of her, I licked my lips and spoke in hum like words. "Shall we... hunt?" I grinned, rubbing my hungry belly.
Her eyes close, as though considering the idea, then open again, renewed with hunger. 'Many creatures in the forest. Much to see. Much to taste. Lead on, sister.' Her words have the odd, humming cadence, but you don't feel as though they lull you into a stupor; it just sounds pleasant.
She walks close to you, her hand rubbing over her slightly swollen belly. The swarm of mosquitos comes to rest on both of you; you aren't surprised that none of them bite. It is quite tickly but feels oddly comforting; you feel almost a nurturing instinct towards the delicate creatures.
From where you stand at the side of the lake, you have a few options. Your cum trail is still visible, making a return to camp quite easy. The far side of the pool is only a short walk; the forest looks thicker beyond it.
I gazed at her body until the mosquitoes obscured my vision. They made the strangest feeling clothing one could wear, stimulating every nerve on my surface. With how much cum had been shooting out of my cock earlier, it wouldn't have been very hard to spot the trail. But now that I was a blood sucking beast, I could sense blood all around me. The trail on the ground lit up like it was glowing. Even her belly seemed to shine.
"Danger that way. Many targets, but able fighters." I warned her, pointing towards the trail.
I figured those adventurers would prove useful to me, and the only thing that'd happen if two blue women suddenly showed up would be bolts impaling our hearts.
"I detect... something marvelous this way." I headed off in the other direction, hoping to find something tasty.
As you wander through the forest, you are amazed at how alive it feels in this form. You're almost sensing all the life around you; plants and animals abundant in this forest. The sense is strengthened by proximity; seems your swarm acts as a kind of external sensory organ, giving tactile feedback of the forest nearby.
A handful of small, flying creatures are not far; you hear faint giggling in the distance and the sudden attractive smell of blood as one of the life forces winks out.
The scent is stronger in the other direction; blood mingles with fire and smoke in a way that your human form would have found delicious, but the mosquiren form finds repugnant... though there is a large life force in that direction, even larger than you.
I'd normally just hear insects chirping and maybe a few bats fly about, but now the forest was packed full of life. No matter where I looked there seemed to be something that I could suck dry. But simple animals were too boring and skittish. I needed something a bit smarter, maybe even something that wouldn't mind letting me impale deep into their body.
After walking for a while, a few things looked promising. Ahead was a couple smaller critters that could apparently fly, while another direction had something much bigger, and filling. Not wanting to just go all out right away, I figured we should start off with an appetizer.
"Small snacks just ahead. Later, we go for the big one." I hum whispered to her, licking my lips in primal hunger. One of the flying ones seemed to have fallen asleep, so I carefully made my way towards it.
As you sneak through the underbrush, you notice a lot of bushes with brightly coloured berries. The laughter, almost high and tinkling, is mixed with voices chattering in a language you don't understand.
The mosquiren keeps low to the ground, creeping beside you, her tongue darting out as if tasting the air, the majority of mosquitos at rest on both of you, not making a sound.
There are tiny, winged creatures flitting around in the air around the berry coated bushes. They look like small human women with gossamer wings, dressed in tight clothing that exposes (relatively) a lot of skin.
Not much to them in terms of blood, you think.
All of them are talking, laughing, and flying around in erratic circles. Most of them are holding cups made of nutshells, huge in their tiny hands.
You notice a few of them whispering and pointing at one, giggling and shushing each other. She is demurely drinking from a nutshell, oblivious to her three friends that have managed to lift quite a hefty looking rock into the tree above her.
One of the one's holding the rock in place calls out something and they all let go. The delicate, feminine creature beneath them looks up, eyes going wide, before the rock lands on her with a SPLAT!
The others laugh and point in hysterics as she's crushed to death beneath the rock, a couple of twitching limbs and a wing still sticking out from underneath.
You look around, noticing two or three others that appear to be victims of similar "pranks", skewered on a stick or split down the middle. Seems they have an odd sense of humour...
Nearly the moment I detected these little critters I knew exactly what they were. They were barely worthy of a snack, but since I knew there would be tons of them around, I couldn't wait to get started. I just have to make sure they didn't play any tricks on me.
"Tiny snacks ahead. Be careful, they play tricks." I warned my new friend.
With so many of them around, it was practically useless trying to sneak closer. I sauntered forth with confidence, looking all around me in case there were any hiding to the sides. I approached the first group I saw, staring them down.
"Looks like I've missed out on a lot of fun here! Any of you little cuties care to watch some party tricks of my own?" I asked, licking my lips, letting them all see my pointed tongue.
Four of the fairies hover in place, watching you emerge from the woods. One elbows the other and winks, chattering in their odd language.
You notice her glow slightly, then another figure emerges from the forest; a beautiful, innocent looking young woman, though her belly is extraordinarily swollen, almost pulsing with whatever liquid has her at capacity.
'Please, help me! I was accosted by some vicious satyrs and they gangbanged me! I'm simply overflowing with their seed!' She gestures to her pussy and ass, both of which are dripping with white cum. 'I need someone to suck it all out of me or I'll explode!'
The fairies are giggling and watching you, as though the illusion weren't obvious and just a little insultingly blatant.
You glance back; the mosquiren is still hidden but she looks confused by the situation; the illusion doesn't fool your life sense and she's obviously torn between not believing it, and wanting it to be real.
It would take more than a simple fairy trick to confuse me! In a flash, I swiped my hand out in front and scooped up the naughty little fairy that was glowing, making her squeak.
"I'd suggest playing nice if you don't want to end up as a little snack! Now, let's go see how this 'damsel' is fairing" I said, grinning hungrily at the little fairy as I gave her gentle squeezes.
"Oh no, you poor thing! You look like you're absolutely bursting with cum! It'd be such a shame if you were to suddenly rupture." I said as I circled around the illusion, checking out all her assets. Too bad she wasn't real, as she would have made a fine snack.
Looking at the little fairy in my grip, I spoke to her. "What do you say, should we let her burst?"
The fairy you've caught is curvy and almost naked, with wild blonde hair. She chatters and waves at her friends, who laugh at her plight.
Rolling her eyes, she glows again, taking control of the illusion that seems to be stuck in a loop. The image of the swollen woman moans as her belly trembles, and starts to play with herself as she rubs the red, swollen mass, white cum dripping out over her fingers. If only she were real, the cum shower would be incredible.
You sense the mosquiren stalking closer, clearly wanting a fairy of her own.
This little fairy didn't seem one bit concerned with being caught by a hungry bloodsucker. Putting her peril aside, she went right back into controlling the illusion, making it look even more ripe and ready to blow.
"You're not fooling me you know. Maybe I should play with your friends as well!" I brought the little fairy all the way between my breasts, letting her sink into the swarm of mosquitoes that covered me. They held her snug in place.
"Be good now, or they might have to suck you dry before I get the chance!" I teased her, then walked back to her giggling friends.
The fairy in your cleavage wiggles but can't break free. The other three hover a bit higher up, out of your reach, but close enough to keep watching their friend.
The illusionary woman, overflowing with cum yet bulging ever bigger, is passionately fucking herself now, leaning back against a stump, her legs akimbo and one hand in her hair. Her eyes go wide as she looks up at you.
'Oh... fuck... I think... I think I'm gonna...'
There is a messy splat as she explodes, belly blasting outwards in a shower of cum and gore that lands all about and fades away. The chunks that land on you stay, but hover in place when you move away, only to fade away as well as the fairy's concentration is broken.
The other fairies look a little disappointed with you, not falling for their prank.
You notice one fairy, skinny with brown skin and green hair, glance at the bush where the mosquiren is hiding, then back at her friends. She glows slightly and a sound comes from the bush; it sounds like something being said in the same language they've been chattering in. One of her friends looks up, and goes to investigate...
She squeaks as the mosquiren nabs her, and shoots her friend an angry glare.
Seems they're homicidal and a bit dense...
That blast was so unreal and incredible that I wouldn't have cared one bit if it was an actual woman exploding! With a subtle hum, I had the mosquitoes near my pussy and nipples start to resonate, pleasing me just enough to where I'd have to periodically stifle a moan.
"You're lucky I don't have my wings any longer!" I shouted at the hovering fairies.
I knew right away a trick of some kind was going on when the bush with my friend in it made a strange sound. When I saw a blue hand reach out and grab the little fairy that wandered over towards it, I rushed over in hunger.
She held the distressed little fairy, her tongue flitting wildly as her eyes glowed. My own vision seemed to redden some as well, allowing me to see all those ripe veins within the little snack.
"Excellent catch, sister. Shall we... dine together?" I said as I closed in. Both of our tongues darted all over in the air, slowly making their way to the little one.
The fairy in the clasp of the mosquiren pokes her tongue out mockingly at the two of you as her friends watch her fate unfold. Even the curvy one squeezed between your breasts seems to be giggling at her friend's plight, as though she herself weren't doomed to the same grisly end.
The mosquiren brings the fairy up to her lips, the sharp point of her tongue tracing up the creature's body. With a rip, her dress falls off, exposing her tiny, yet proportionately curvy body.
The creature seems a bit more subdued, as though she has realised she's about to be sucked dry in seconds and is trying to suppress a giggle at the thought.
Either fearless or just completely senseless...
The swarm of mosquitoes has formed a lazy ring of orbiting clumps, almost spheres of humming darkness.
The mosquiren looks into your eyes with her own blood red gaze, as if waiting for you to go first.
It still surprises me with how these fairies can act, even though I for some reason studied them for so long. Not a single fairy within a thousand miles seemed concerned about this one, and that only made it easier to do what I did next.
"I do hope you're flexible, since it would be a shame if you simply split in half from this." I teased her as I ran my tongue up and down her backside.
As I was overcome with hunger, my tongue ventured downwards and parted her little round cheeks. Once I detected that tight little hole of hers, I forced my tongue deep inside of her, seeking out the best place to drain her from.
Suprisingly, the tip of your tongue is far more sensitive than you'd have expected as you stretch the fairy out with it. She gives a moan and a shudder, without a hint of resistance despite the fact that you could easily split her in two. Your tongue is like a bundle of pleasure nerves; as you taste the first hints of blood, a ripple of pleasure goes from your probing mouth down your body.
The mosquiren wastes no time, her own needle-like tongue plunging into the fairy's open mouth. The tiny woman's moans are now muffled as she grabs the tongue with her miniscule hands; you can't tell if she's trying to stop the tongue from impaling her, or draw it deeper into her mouth.
All the fairy's are in hysterics now, except the brown skinned one that got her friend caught in the first place; she's sipping her drink from a nut shell, hovering in the air in a posture that looks quite relaxed. She notices you watching and raises her tiny cup...
Then the fairy dust hits you. You knew fairies has a reputation for hallucinations in addition to illusions, and shoving your tongue into one may have fast tracked that influence. Suddenly, the colours of the forest seem a lot brighter... everything has a soft glow to it... the mosquiren before you, her eyes going wide as the same effect hits her too... well, she's the most gorgeous creature you've ever seen, her blue skin just radiating warm energy... the fairy pushed between your breasts feels incredible as she squirms and writhes and laughs...
Of all the experiences you've had so far; flying as a pegasus, getting blown by two dryads before blowing them up, being played with as the dickgirl doppelganger of a big-breasted gnome... being tongue deep in a fairy is easily the best feeling you've had.
Once my tongue burrowed deep inside of her, I immediately realized just how sensitive it was. It was like having a cock for a tongue. Her especially tight body felt incredible, and I had yet to start draining her.
Then I felt it kick in. These potent little fairies were tricky to snack on. And now, having a snack was no longer at the front of my mind. My blue friend never looked so enticing before. Every nerve in my body lit up, especially once the mosquitoes came to life as we hungrily hummed. I had no idea what was about to happen to us, but whatever it was, this would be my wildest night ever.
And with that, I began to suck away.
The mosquiren holds the fairy gently; with both your tongues impaling her like a spit, she's not going anywhere.
The second you start to suck, she joins you. The fairy squirms, pushing herself down hard on your tongue; it might just be because of the suction but the gorgeous little creature almost appears to be getting off on being drained by the two of you.
Blood runs up the length of your tongue as the fairy swiftly gets paler. Vivid red courses down the cheeks of your mosquiren partner; she too is drinking deep of fairy blood. Before long, your tongue is drawing in chunks of fairy and it feels amazing; as she twitches and writhes in the throes of her demise, each bit of her racing up your tongue feels like an orgasm in reverse.
The others have gone silent, the only sounds are excited humming and the thirsty slurping as the tiny creature has her insides sucked out, her neck bulging as her organs are pulled up through it, her legs splayed so wide she might split in two as you guzzle her intestines out; as she finally goes limp, an uproar of high pitched laughter comes from your audience.
Nearly my whole quaked once I began feasting upon her crimson nectar. There was no way my tongue wasn't a dick with how it pumped in reverse, strong enough to take her guts. When there seemed to be nothing left, I retrieved my tongue.
The little fairy was completely shriveled up, yet it felt as if I had nothing. I needed more, so much more, but I felt too relaxed to seek anything out.
The mosquiren casts the shrivelled fairy aside like a rag doll, and step towards you. She places a hand on your cheek, and the skin contact feels incredible. You just want her wrapped around you, touching you all over... then she kisses you. Her lips press tight, hungry against your own; her dangerous tongue plunges deep inside your mouth and down your throat and you wonder how that fairy felt, getting her whole body sucked dry by this gorgeous creature in a matter of seconds...
Wonder if these tricksters could kill me... if they could drop a rock big enough...
You suddenly feel something warm and gooey pumping down your throat; the mosquiren is pumping blood into you, along with chunks of recently devoured fairy and what must be your own cum from your previous form. Not much, just a quick burst of fluid.
She draws her tongue out, gazing into your eyes... before kneeling down before you. Her tongue slowly probes up to the fairy trapped in your cleavage...
The other fairies are watching intently, with a couple of errant giggles, but if they're expecting to see their friend sucked dry, you feel like the mosquiren has something else in store...
I didn't think she could be so sensual, even after what she had done to my cock. I accepted her tongue without a fight, sucking on it to get it as deep as possible. It pulsated, but in reverse of what these tongues should do. She shared her precious meals for but a moment, giving me just a taste.
Then I realized, one could pump a ton of blood into something, if they were full to bursting. Sadly, I needed some blood myself to do that at all. And now it looks like she has set her sights on my little pet.
The mosquiren is watching you intently. Though her eyes lack pupils, she's staring up at your with a kind of devotion, her hands massaging your breasts, crushing the fairy between them with each squeeze.
The fairy gives a furious huff with each squeeze, but when the mosquiren's tongue darts up and between her legs, she gives a surprise squeak, followed by moans as the now-familiar hum makes the probing tongue vibrate in the fairy's pussy.
Another squeeze but the fairy only moans now, seemingly oblivious (or uncaring) to the danger she's in.
Another fairy makes an illusion of her stricken friend in a state of writhing orgasm as she's sucked dry, as if to encourage the mosquiren to murder the tiny, curvy creature... but you can see full well that she has no intention of sucking. Quite the opposite.
What a naughty friend I have found myself. She wanted to play around, and not just seek out food. I stood and moaned as she continued to fondle my front, squishing my poor little pet between them. And when that tongue of her shot into the little fairy, I knew things were going to get messy.
"Yes, that's it. Pump her full!" I said, licking my lips.
The fairy is writhing now, not to escape, but to slide up and down on the tongue deep inside her. She holds the length of tongue between her feet to gain purchase, gripping the flesh of your breasts as tightly as she can with her tiny hands.
The mosquiren is clearly showing a degree of restraint, enough mercy to let the small creature cum before she meets her grisly fate.
The others are watching with intent, snickering as the captured fairy rapidly approaches what will likely be her last orgasm ever. A bit less hyperactive than the others, the brown skinned one downs the last of her drink and slides a hand down the front of her skirt; it's the first time you've seen one acting as though the scene was turning her on rather than just making her laugh.
The hum increases in intensity, not enough to damage the fairy but clearly enough to push her over the edge... she gives a high pitched scream of ecstasy, punctuated by breathless laughter, as she cums hard on the mosquiren's tongue.
The mosquiren holds your breasts to keep the orgasming fairy in place as she starts to pump.
In seconds, the fairy has swollen up; her skin turns bright red as she's pumped full of blood. Her eyes go wide as her friend's point and laugh at her (with the exception of the dark skinned one who is... too busy to point). She looks down at her swollen body as the full gravity of her situation is revealed to her...
And she giggles.
The mosquiren, not abated by the weird reaction to impending demise, gives another pump of blood.
The fairy suddenly pops, the smile wiped off her face as her tiny body is blown apart by the pressure. Blood splatters across your heaving breasts, bits of fairy dripping down off you; her legs, arms, even wings forming a small pile between you and your mosquiren friend. She hasn't gotten away cleanly either; her face is coated with pinkish blood. Judging by the colour, it's still mostly cum from earlier...
It was like a firework had gone off right in front of me, the spray of blood showering everything in front of me in a grand display of sparkles. I was hoping to keep my little pet for a little while, but I knew I could come back and collect up a basket of fairies any time of the year.
"Fairies aren't the only ones with tricks, I see." I said, chuckling with a hum.
"Now then... let's go see just how lively this forest can be tonight." Our heightened bliss made these fairies seem boring now. Unless they had a trick to play, I think it was time to check out that much bigger, meatier presence I had detected earlier.
There are some disappointed boos and jeers as you and the mosquiren leave the fairies. A little further away you hear popping sounds; it sounds like they're using their illusions to play a little highlight reel of their friend's sudden and explosive death.
The mosquitos have gathered around your breasts and the mosquiren's blood splattered face. It tickles a bit as they clean you off, each becoming plump and lazy with blood. The full ones drift off into the forest; you instinctively know they are on their way to lay eggs. After a short while walking through the forest, your breasts and the mosquiren's face are completely clean...
... just in time to be able to smell, once again, cooking meat.
We neared our large meal. "Something large ahead. Be careful." I warned her.
We stepped softly and slowly, though the euphoric high was making it hard to focus. Whatever it was, I hoped we'd get the jump on it.
The two of you come to a small clearing.
Whoever is cooking here, they must be nocturnal; it looks like a massive meal for a midnight snack. An enormous boar has been spit and is sitting over a large fire; the wooden stake through it is bowing under the weight, and the fire hisses every time fat drips down off the roasting creature.
An enormous tankard, the kind you might see in a dwarven mead hall, sits on a stone nearby, overflowing with a pearly white liquid.
But there is no one in sight...
I knew I should have paid attention to those sneaking lessons. I doubt I would have prevented any twigs from snapping even if I wasn't on drugs right now. It actually excited me a bit, wondering if we were the ones about the be ambushed. Even so, I acted like everything was fine, deciding to just scout around the edge of the camp.
Just as you move away from the mosquiren, there is a creaking and a snap as something huge drops out of the tree where you were just standing.
Damn... being flattened would have been new...
The mosquiren wheels around to face this new foe, and has to look up to do it.
She stands at least seven, eight feet tall. Like the mosquiren, her skin is blue, but more of a blue-green than the blue of starving veins. As she recovers from the fall, you can see she may not be graceful but looks *strong *... strong and beautiful like a valkyrie. Her lower jaw juts out with two small tusks pointing up, her green eyes dart between the two of you with confusion and rage, and her long, braided blue-green hair is decorated with small bones.
And you've interrupted her dinner. She levels a spear at you; the spear alone looks thick as a branch... but isn't as thick as the massive cock swinging down behind her loincloth. It's not that her minimal fur clothing barely covers her, it's more like it would take an acre of cloth to make pants big enough to conceal her throbbing dick.
I spun around as something slammed into the ground. Many creatures required education to learn about, but everyone knew about the different humanoids. And towering before us was a powerful troll. Their ability was well known, making it hard to kill them, and in this case, hard to suck dry. And by the looks of what she had swinging down below, I was glad I had an empty belly.
I knew we'd lose in a physical battle, so I quickly hummed to my friend. "Quick, we must hum her into a trance!"
If the trance inducing hum was a potent ability, it seems to be doubled by performing in stereo. You both strike a perfect harmony, and in mere seconds, the rage in the troll's eyes turns to rapture.
'So... pretty,' she says. Looks at you both, up and down, dropping her spear... and you notice her cock throb. If the thick jet of white, creamy goo that she squirts on the ground is merely precum... her orgasms must be simply prodigious. You glance at the enormous tankard.
Wonder how many tankard loads I could handle...
The mosquiren looks to you for direction, her tongue darting out hungrily.(edited)
Perfect. This beauty could easily feed a hundred of us before running dry. I gazed at her hardening cock, nearly breaking my focus off the hum. Even if I drank until bursting, I wouldn't care one bit.
"Have a taste wherever. She will never run dry." I said.
Approaching the troll as I stayed my hips, I ran a hand along her soft yet strong body. The few scraps of clothing covering her would just get in the way, so I did my best to remove them.
The troll gives a goofy grin, her pupils wide as she stares at you, mesmerized.
She towers above you, and you realize that, even with her compliance, simply pulling her fur-lined bra over the top of her head would be a struggle, so you use your sharp tongue to slice up the center. Her enormous breasts fall free; her nipples are a darker shade of blue green than the rest of her skin.
The mosquiren follows suit, tracing her fingers down the troll's toned abs, crouching to the right of her enormous, muscular legs, eyeing her massive cock. She uses her tongue to slice off the loincloth, exposing the troll completely. That juicy cock throbs again, and the mosquiren licks her lips hungrily before bobbing her head down and sucking the puddle of cum from the ground.
Her eyelids flutter with delight, and the troll gives a moan as the mosquiren strokes the length of her veiny shaft. If you tried to fuck her, it would be a race to see if she destroyed your organs with her size, or popped you with her near-constant cum production.
She was such a beautiful sight. It was a blessing she could recover from what we were about to do to her, since it would have been a shame to devour her body completely. She was strong yet beautiful. Only bad thing was, she was too tall for us to handle properly.
"Would you like to lie down?" I asked the troll. "We'll take real good care of you." I grabbed her hand to lead her over to what seemed to be some animal skins laid down for bedding.
The troll follows you both. On the way past the stone with the tankard on top, she grabs the brimming cup and brings it to her lips. As warm, white goo drips past her mouth and down her chest, you can tell by the scent that she's quaffing her own cum. She gives a contented sigh and drops the tankard on the ground before lying down on the hide of whatever massive beast she turned into a bed.
Even on the ground, she looks dangerous... until she stretches like a contented cat, that goofy smile returning to her cum-stained lips. She laces her fingers behind her head to watch the two of you, her eyes still clouded with the effect of your humming hypnosis.
Best to keep her satisfied...
Her cock is getting harder; now over two feet long and thicker than your bicep, with an enormous head that won't stop pulsing with troll precum.
The mosquiren points up at the swarm, then to you and her, before making a popping motion with her hand.
Feed the swarm... your instincts tell you.
A playful grin crosses her delicate features, and she drops down to the prone troll in a way that tells you what she's thinking... race you to be the first to pop...
Does she really want to rush to exploding? We should be savoring her, but thanks to my gift, I have a feeling I'm going to be savoring her for a good while. Not wanting to lose an easy game, I quickly laid down right between the troll's strong legs, placing her tight sac right in front of my face. I reached out and grasped it with both hands, massaging the smooth form as I rolled her hot, fat balls around. I uncoiled my tongue, tracing the tip along her sac, scouting out the perfect place to drink from. But for now, I simply leaned in close to kiss the base of her cock as I massaged her pent up balls.
The troll clutches at a rock; for a moment, you wonder if she's going to turn violent and bash your skull in. But she releases it again, giving it squeezes every time she moans.
The mosquiren seems to leave the troll's cock for your own enjoyment; straddling the troll's enormous bicep, she starts to trace her tongue around each hard nipple. Howver, she's not nearly as gentle as you; the sharp point of her tongue traces grooves in the troll's flesh, thin cuts that bleed slightly before her skin regenerates. When the mosquiren sucks up the blood, there isn't even a trace of injury.
Seems if this is a competition, she's going to fight dirty...
With my enhanced vision, I spotted the most perfect place to drink from. But first, there was so much to do. Even with the troll's mass of meat towering before me, I knew how rough my friend was being with her. Playing nice went on for too long.
I traced my tongue up along her massive cock, slicing deep into it. Blood ran down, collecting on her balls. The wound sealed quickly, leaving behind a crimson snack to slurp up. Then, I impaled her sac, boring to the juicy center of one of her balls. Flavor exploded in my senses as I sucked nothing but cum out of her. No matter how much I drank, she would always have more.
With the need for blood too strong now, I retracted my tongue. Aiming right between her balls, I plunged my cock into her sac. It burrowed deeper and deeper, seeking out a heavy vein. I was so hungry that I sent the entirety of my bloody straw into her, placing my lips on her quaking sac. And then, I drank.
The mosquiren slides her dripping pussy against the troll's arm, shuddering with delight before plunging her tongue straight into the troll's chest. The troll gives a surprised gasp; she must enjoy being penetrated, because her hips thrust upwards, impaling her balls deeply on your long, slurping tongue.
Deep enough to pierce all the way through.
Deep enough to hit an artery.
Suddenly, her pounding heart, the massive muscle only inches away from the mosquiren's tongue, is pumping her blood directly into you. You don't just swell, with blood, all at once you distend as warm, delicious blood courses up the length of your tongue. In an instant, your belly inflates; from skinny and gaunt having only fed on half a fairy, to bulging as though pregnant with a dozen children.
The troll hasn't noticed but the mosquiren has; her surprise mixed with a bit of disappointment as she realises that, not only is her little game going to end a lot quicker than she expected, but that you're winning. She tightens her grip with her legs on the troll's muscular arm and plunges her teasing tongue deeper, right into the troll's heart... but even drinking right from the source isn't enough to catch up as she starts to swell.
I never could have expected the rush of blood to be so intense, even from a creature such as this troll. Even if I had wanted to pull free, her fat balls clenched together around my tongue, trapping me in place. It didn't bother me with what was happening, so I just kept on drinking, helping speed along the blood that was already getting pumped powerfully into me. My body rose up off the ground, resting upon my swollen and ripe with blood belly. I could feel the sides of my stomach grow thin from the rest of my body pushing down on it. Whatever was about to happen, I just closed my eyes and sucked as hard and deep as possible.
Your elasticity is reaching a breaking point; your twice the size of your mosquiren companion. The troll has also noticed your swelling; she's not making any move to save your life though. Rather, she clenches her cock, working it roughly as she watches the two of you getting closer to death, you much faster than your friend (to her disappointment).
You feel your internal organs give way with muted squelch sounds; blood and troll cum hemorrhage out of your orifices. Your legs splay wildly, finding no purchase as your belly gets too big for you to reach the ground. The forest feels like it's thrumming with excitement and anticipation; you can sense the swarm building, gathering in anticipation of the coming meal.
Then, a loud, wet POP echoes through the forest as you burst!
Your body is torn asunder; fat, blood filled organs rain down in piles as your upper body is blown up to the troll's waiting hand. She clenches your dismembered body roughly, facing you towards your fellow mosquiren as she swells with desperation in her eyes.
Your still conscious as she slurps and sucks straight from the troll's heart, stretching and expanding, until suddenly her eyes go wide, and with another loud POP her bulging body explodes, coating you and the troll with blood. The troll's eyes roll back with joy as her own, seemingly endless stream of cum rains down over you both, her back arching ip as she aims her massive cock at her own open mouth. She casts your limp body to one side and, as the scene fades from your view, she stretches out again, cum and blood dripping from her body, satisfied.
Getting impaled on a horse cock, having my own devoured, blown apart by dog cocks, blowing myself up, melting into a puddle of goo, having my blood drained, and bursting from too much troll blood. All had been highly satisfying, but on top of what just happened, I watched my friend sadly rupture as well. And to top it all off, I was absolutely drowned in cum. All the while high on fairydust.
As I faded, my mind went wild. I didn't just want to be a troll, but the ultimate being. I wanted... Needed something from everything. But I still was inexperienced with my gift. Even so...
Another holy explosion of light brought my back forth into the world. I felt strong, energized. Just like a troll. But I quickly noticed many things were off...
I didn't care, or notice if the troll was still in a trance, as I had to check my body out. I stood up, feeling much taller than before. My body was fit and toned, but not overwhelmed with muscles. I had the legs and hooves of a horse, like I could crush another woman's mound. My upper body had a light coating of hair on my green skin. Even on my massive breasts. Between my legs was a tight sac of 4 fat balls below a sheath that surely housed a troll sized brink dog cock.
My mouth had tusks like the troll, and when I licked my lips, I realized I still had my blood sucking tongue. As I stretched, it became apparent that my back had sprouted a couple things. Big feathery wings flapped momentarily. But the best thing of all was when two dick splicer tentacles curled out in front of me so I could see them.
My body was perfect.
The troll girl looked completely baffled, so I did what was only natural. "Hey there good looking. Want a bit of company tonight?" I seductively said, sauntering over towards her with swaying hips.
She sits up, clearly startled by your sudden appearance. Her bewilderment turns to awe as she looks you up and down. She stands, scraping cum off her face and breasts quickly, almost preening...
'What... what are you?' She glances at the mosquiren corpses either side of her, now covered with feeding mosquitos, and points at the dismembered body that was once yours.
'You smell like her.'
I might be tall, but she was still a couple inches higher than me. Maybe if I was full troll. Wonder if I even got their regeneration ability...
She looked cute while she cleaned herself off, like she was trying to impress me. I walked... Trotted rather towards her, gazing into her eyes while licking my lips.
"And you would be right... That was me. And now... I'm gonna rock your world."
I pressed right up against her strong body. My hands up and down both of our bodies. Tilting my head upwards just enough to look her in the eyes, I unraveled my tongue and trace it along her chest. My wings fluttered in joy, wrapping around us lightly.
Her cock had apparently softed with her shock, hanging down low. And I knew just how to help her.
"Girl, I'm gonna make you so hard, your cock might burst!" I said, giggling.
My dicksplicer tentacles curled over my shoulders, resting the large ends within my palms. I grasped them, turning the barbed side towards her chest. Slowly I brought them to her heavy breasts, only hovering an inch away from her nipples.
Grinning for but a moment, I slammed my barb covered tentacles into her luscious mounds. My tentacles tensed up, the fat ends undulating as I pumped venom into her. It was surely a lethal amount, but I had confidence that her cock, and heart would survive.
The attention from your hands, the barbs thrusting into her and, chiefly, the raw power of the venom you're pumping into her sends her into overdrive immediately.
She gives a scream into the night, like the bellow of a warrior, and grabs around your neck to your bushy brown hair. Forcefully, she kisses you; you can feel her hardening cock shooting precum over your legs and hooves.
As she clenches your body tighter against hers, you feel her heart... hearts? pounding like war drums.
She attempts to push you to the ground, trying to dominate you. You could let her, or try to gain the upper hand; her powerful muscles may be no contest for your myriad of extra limbs...
I figured she'd react somehow, but not quite like this. At first it seemed like she was about to attack me, but instead, attacked my lips with her own. I returned the kiss immediately, keeping my barbs pressed hard against her to get as much poison as I could into her system. Her cock leaked heavily, hardening and throbbing madly as it grew between our bodies at an impossible speed. Even with the sounds of her apparently multiple hearts beating, it seemed as if I could hear her cock as it swelled and stretched bigger than ever.
It didn't matter what happened, so I combined my strength with her own to allow us to collapse onto the ground together, kissing the whole way down.
Even with your enhanced size, she manages to grasp both your wrists in one hand. Straddling you, she pushes down on you with her weight. The throbbing length of her cock is pressed up against yours; she's making an absolute mess of you with all the precum pumping from the end.
With a grunt, she rips one of your tentacles free from her breast, splattering you with a spray of troll chunks and blood. Her breast is already healing over as she sucks on the tentacle, trying to get more of your potent venom.
"That's it girl, have you fill. Let's see if we can't get that lovely cock of yours to burst!" I seductively said, watching in awe as she sucked on my tentacle like a cock. The suction actually sent waves of pleasure into me, making both of my tentacles undulate even faster to pump her full. If this went on any longer, her veins will only contain my venom without a single drop of troll blood.
With our cocks throbbing madly against one another, I reached out with both hands and gripped them tight, smashing them together. I had never felt something so hard before. Her cock was harder than rock, harder than steel. And it seemingly continued to swell further. I started out light, stroking them just fast enough to send waves of pleasure down into us.
Her swollen cock keeps squirting precum down onto your naked body; prodigious amounts of seed must be a troll thing; each one is like a fresh cumshot; it's not long before your curvy body is glazed with trollcum.
She released your tentacle, seemingly having had her fill of venom; her eyes are wide and she's panting with lust. She leans down and kisses you forcefully, shoving her tongue into your mouth violently; it's nearly enough to make you gag!
She lets out a moan as your stroking pace quickens slightly; you think she's about to grab your hand and fuck it harder but she catches a spurt of her own cum instead, licking it hungrily from her hand. She gives you an odd look, broken by her eyes rolling back and her tusks biting into her finger to stifle another moan. Then she catches more of her precum, roughly forcing some pearl-coated fingers into your mouth.
"We taste fucking good," she growls. Her hips have started to thrust; she's losing patience with a slow pace. You could satisfy her desires, or tease her more and see how she takes it out on you...