2 years, 2 month and 19 days for the people on patreon, 802 days for those not. Several bouts with mental illness, multiple jobs and job losses. 160K words which, apparently, makes this too long to be a novel, and over twice the length of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone (In fact, by the end of this chapter, this story will be longer than Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets put together). Over 2000 people reading on Royal Road and Scribblehub, and over one million views on CHYOA (Although I must tip my hat at the other, collaborative authors there and conceded that that number sounds very impressive it's about the same accolade wise as the 2k readers).
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She rolls her eyes and you feel a sense of... not disappointment, exactly, but a slight deflating. Then when her eyes are at their lowest she flicks them up to look at you through her suddenly lowered lashes. Her posture shifts and suddenly she looks... weak. Like she's struggling to hold herself up. She lifts an arm out towards you, trembling fingers outstretched while her other arm shakes with the effort of supporting her weight. Her hair tumbles across her face, obscuring it as she half falls.
“Red,” she whispers, her voice carrying in the still air, “Please! I used too much power in that last attack. I need to recharge before they come back! There's no one else who can help, it has to be you!”
You freeze. Then start to laugh.
Mercy pouts.
“Sorry, I'm sorry,” you choke out, waving down her anger, “but that was bad.”
You struggle to hold in your sniggers while Mercy huffs. Then she stands and makes her way toward you, the feigned weakness gone.
“Well yeah. I don't really feel very vulnerable any more.”
Her face turns predatory as she reaches you. One negligent stroke of her hand from her left breast to her right hip and her clothes melt into pink mist that clings to her form, giving you tantalising hints of what lies beneath. A moment later, her other hand rises up in the opposite direct and the mist collapses into an outfit that makes you struggle to swallow through a suddenly dry mouth.
Black fishnets emerge from platform heals and cling to her legs till they reach a thin garter mid thigh. A seemingly endless expanse of rapidly reddening skin skin lies between them and what must have started life as a particularly thick leather belt until someone decided to wear it low and sew it shut between her legs. A thin spike of the materiel drifts up to just below her navel where it's joined to a thin chain that stretches all the way up, through a cleavage which has no right to be supported like that by a bra which appears to be nothing more than a pair of bat wings held in place by more chains. A thin choker of the same, black, almost leather material serves as an anchor for the chains' other ends.
Mercy squats with an almost violent speed, spreading her legs as she drops. One hand comes to rest on the floor between her heels, the other on your thigh. She looks up at you once more, but there's no vulnerability peaking at you from beneath her lashes.
“I'm feeling hungry.”
A truly devilish grin spreads over her face as her horns twist and her hair blackens until Mercy is fully in succubus mode. She leans up as if to capture your lips with her own, her hand drifting from your leg down to the base of your hardening cock and beginning to stroke back and forth. However as soon as you lean across from your still reclined position to reciprocate her kiss she reverses direction and pops her tongue as if she's just remembered something important. Her hand doesn't stop however, baring a brief detour to your tip to collect the pre that has started to leak from your end.
“You know, Amanda had a fun look a little while ago. How did it go again?”
She lifts her hand from the earth and snaps her fingers. A sheet of silvery material shimmers into existence, and you can see her reflection in the magical mirror. She tilts her head this way and that, staring at herself, seemingly lost in thought as she continues to stroke you. Then she hums and snaps her fingers again.
Black liquid, like paint or tar but somehow darker, and possessing a shine like oil, drips into existence across her face. Eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick, thick and slick.
You raise an eyebrow. “Did you really just use your non-regenerating magic to summon make-up?”
Mercy glances away from her reflection, and you have to admit it.
She looks stunning.
“Mhmm,” she hums in agreement, looking back at herself and absently dabbing at the corner of her mouth with one finger, as if her make-up wasn't perfect. “Got to make sure I'm hungry enough to enjoy what's coming as much as you do. Besides,” Her hand speeds up and you hold back a groan as she leans forward, “It didn't work. Amanda looked just beautiful with her make-up ruined by spit and tears, smeared all over her face like that. Maybe you can help me fix mine?”
Then she slowly, almost gently, lowers her face down to your crotch, her hand leaving your cock to reposition your hips slightly upward. When she next looks at you, one of her eyes is hidden by your length. Her tongue pokes out from jet black lips and her breath tickles your skin all the way to your stomach.
She licks upward, her tongue just touching your shaft, and you feel yourself throb in response. The pulse of blood lifts your cock up more a moment, then it bobs back down, gently tapping against her face. She grins.
Another gentle, exploratory lick sends a shiver up your spine as Mercy keeps her eyes locked on yours. Then another, slightly longer. A fourth, longer still as the very tip of her tongue cuts through the precum she smeared across your shaft like a shark through water till it swirls around your tip. You shudder again as she opens her mouth and takes the top half inch of your cock into the warmth of her mouth. She suckles for a second, still spiralling her tongue, then slowly slides your from her lips with a soft slurp.
Her lips remain closed, even with her tongue out, as she repeats the whole, tortuous process. From the very beginning. Her hand emerges from below your line of sight and rubs the trail of saliva she left behind into your flesh. Then she pauses and the hand vanishes again. Still not looking away from you, there's a slicking noise for several seconds, then her fingers return, slick with fluid. She smears it over your cock for half a minute before lowering her face below your cock once more and giving tiny licks to your shaft.
You know she's planning something, she's been unnaturally quiet this whole time, so when she puckers her lips and presses your cock between them you're not wholly surprised to find her mouth filled with saliva. Her tongue twirls around your head again, except this time it's accompanied by obscene squelching noises as the mix of your precum, her spit and her own lubrication is swirled around her mouth.
She doesn't draw away for a second time, to your private relief, instead leaning further over you until you roll partly onto your back. She finally looks away from your eyes, glancing down at your cock for a moment before looking up again and grinning at you. Unfortunately, as she opens her mouth a small tsunami of fluid falls down. Her eyes widen in realisation and she slurps as best she can, diving her head down in a quick bob to catch as much of it as she can back in her mouth.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, she seems to have forgotten what's in her mouth. Your cock slams into the back of her throat and she sputters, spraying the mouthful of home-made lube everywhere as she reels backwards, coughing. Your cock twitches at the sudden stimulation followed by the chill of the air, and you nearly growl as your spit slicked length is deprived of the wonderful warmth of Mercy's mouth.
“S-akch-Sorry Red. That didn't go to plan. Let me clean you up and-”
Mercy's apology dies in her throat she she turns back toward you.
Not to generalise, but she's part sex demon and part tree nymph. She can take it rougher than most. So when she turns back toward you, you're already on your feet. Your forelimbs reach out and grab hold of her horns.
“You wanted me to ruin your makeup? Happy to oblige!” You half snarl, leaning forward on the boulder and using your leverage to force Mercy to her knees, her tits pressing into the stone and your hips pushing forward.
“Red hold on a – Hkk”
You keep your focus for a moment longer as you force your cock between her pillowy lips and into the hot, wet cavern beyond. But there's no tensing of her body beyond what she needs to do to position her mouth for your use, no slapping of her hands. Her tongue drags across the entire underside of your cock, from base to tip, as the half-demon opens her throat to you.
With a moment of effort and a nearly audible pop you feel in your soul, you push your entire cock down her throat in one movement. Your claws dig into her horns, rocking her head up and down like a saw so your entire shaft is pleasured by small movements while you totally deny her a moment to breathe. The slime she coated your hips with heats up quickly when caught directly between your groin and her face.
You pull your body back slightly, keeping the pressure on her horns, so you can look down at her.
Her eyes are closed, sticky fluid dripping from her forehead and already making her eyeliner smear. You pull back a hair, just enough so your cock isn't filling her airway, and she takes a ragged breath, but without warning you piston back in. Her throat spasms as she tries to cough, the unexpected intrusion forcing her body to try and remove the intruder.
You surpassed her strength score several levels ago.
As soon as her throat relaxes again, you pull back once more. Her chest spasms as she fights her need to take a breath, but when a second passes without your cock cutting off her airway, she gives in and tries to suck in a breath through her nose.
Only to be blocked off by your cock once more. Her tongue writhes against you, her throat bucks as she gags, one one eye fights through the gunk to stare up at you imploringly.
But she doesn't try to force you away. Her hands clench against the boulder, her legs shake, but she keeps her lips sealed around the base of your cock. Tears prick at her open eye, making it shine, and you keep staring into it until she blinks, and the first involuntary tear rolls down her face, taking with it a fat smear of mascara.
You pull back immediately, and despite herself Mercy pulls in a breath as soon as her throat is clear. You let her take three deep lungfuls before you leverage her horns once more and begin to fuck her throat in earnest. Each sputter sends a delightful contraction against your flesh, each cough feels like a tight first against the head of your cock as her lipstick stains a black ring against your crotch and smears up the lowest few inches of your flesh. Tears still leak from Mercy's eyes, but after a minute of this treatment her makeup is destroyed so thoroughly that it's hard to tell. Every dozen or so of your rapid thrusts you give her a second to either breath out or in, and the staccato of your hips slapping against her face is broken by ragged gasps and snorts as her inability to draw a solid breath begins to get through even Mercy's made for sex body.
After another minute, she manages to get her other eye open, and stares up at you in desperation, imploring you. You grin.
“Don't worry. I'm pretty close.”
Her eyes widen, fear warring with absolute arousal as you pick up the pace once again, denying her even the half stolen gasps she's been taking so far.
Her eyes roll up a little more with each thrust, her tongue has long since stopped trying to pleasure you and now lolls out of her mouth, her jaw swinging as you use her mouth with no regard for her comfort.
If not for the unmistakably heavy smell of her arousal, you wouldn't have taken it this far. But despite having her beaten in raw strength, enough to overpower her automatic reactions, Mercy could have removed you from her throat in any number of ways.
Her eyes roll back even further, her pupils vanishing beneath her eyelids leaving nothing but a sliver of iris visible in her sclera. Her hands shudder, then relax.
A sharp smack rings out. Mercy twitches, tenses, her eyes coming back in focus. Her sudden wriggling is just enough to push you over the edge and you tense, ramming your hips to her face as you cum, pumping your seed down her throat. Your cock leaves no room for argument, a perfect seal that leaves her no choice but to swallow even as she struggle to remain conscious.
When your cock slides out of her throat, accompanied by a long string of saliva, Mercy collapses sideways, shaking and coughing as oxygen floods her lungs for the first time in minutes. On her ass, a small, white hand print indicates where a very smug looking Sapphire spanked her.
She looks up at you and smirks. “Having fun?”
You nod with faked gravitas. “It has been most enjoyable.”
Sapphire gestures at Mercy, who is now taking long, slow breaths and clearing her throat, rubbing her thighs together in sensual rhythm. “Think she's all charged up?”
Mercy responds. “I have enough, for your idea, yes.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Been talking behind my back?”
Mercy coughs once more and sits up. “Yes, but not about this. She's just broadcasting and I'm... attuned to desires centred on you right now.”
You turn back to Sapphire. “Well then. I guess it's your show.”
The tiny kobold nods seriously. “Then get down here and lie on your back, please.”
You do so, curious as to what her plan is. Your cock is longer than her torso nowadays, but it doesn't sound like her plan is a repeat of the bodyjob you got a few days ago.
Your confusion only grows as Mercy drags herself up and stumbles over to you, kneeling down over your tail and legs so your cock sticks up several inches in front of her.
Sapphire clambers up next, in front of Mercy. The half dryad hesitates.
“Are you sure about this?”
Sapphire nods, looking down at you. Her answer is a simple “Yes.”
Mercy nods, settling back and twitching her fingers as a pink ring snaps into place above you. Runes that repeat in fractal blurs as the ring shrinks down and into Sapphire. She shudders, and Mercy reaches down to grab her, the half dryad's much larger hands covering almost all of the kobold runt's torso.
Sapphire is lifted up, Mercy positioning the much smaller woman over your still slick cock. You look up at the two of them. Mercy gives you a reassuring smile. Sapphire looks back at you with naked determination. Then she's lowered down, your cock spearing into her unbelievably tight insides. Your eyes get wider and wider as, with a slight pink glow, Sapphire's cunt swallows inch after inch.
When she's about half way down, Mercy pauses. Sapphire is breathing in little, sharp gasps. You're pretty sure that without whatever magic Mercy has wrapped her in, your dick would be inside Sapphire's lungs by now. Her eyes are clouded as she stares into the middle distance, her hips jerking, her legs spread by the sheer size disparity between your cock and her body.
Mercy's fingers shift, supporting Sapphire, and you can feel the squeezing ripple up and down your cock even as it's wrapped in your beastmaster's twitching pussy.
After a moment to let Sapphire catch her breath and come to terms with the sensation, Mercy reverses direction and drags her back up your shaft. When nothing but the head of your cock is still wrapped in tight wetness, Sapphire's legs buck, her head rolling back, and she utters her first words since you began in a hissing whisper.
“Oh gods yes...”
Down. Up. Down. Up. Each time, Mercy lowers the living flesh light that Sapphire has become further. With a start, you realise that each time she's lowered further, Mercy stops her at another black ring around your shaft, left behind by your brutal throatfuck of the half dryad.
Down. Up. Down. Up.
Finally, Mercy removes her hands. Sapphire is sat on your lap, and you're treated to the cognitive dissonance of knowing that your cock should be poking up and out somewhere, your length somehow vanished into the fractal runes that are letting you fuck Sapphire for the first time since your evolution.
Mercy gives you both a minute to acclimatise to the intense feeling, sitting back until Sapphire twists her head around to look at her.
Mercy gulps, something flashing in her eyes, and slowly reaches forwards once more. With trembling hands, she grasps Sapphire's thighs, bringing them up against her torso. Her middle fingers fold Sapphire's arms against her tiny tits, and her first fingers come up, pushing Sapphire's head down into a half nelson, staring at her own pussy as it devours your cock.
Then Mercy brings her up again, faster this time. Sapphire gasps and shudders as far more cock slides out of her than could possibly have fit. Then again as she's lowered all the way down. Her mouth falls open as she watches herself get fucked, used like a sex toy by two beings many times her size.
Mercy shifts forward and speeds up, until Sapphire is being bounced on your cock, your entire length vanishing in a second only to reappear moments later. Slick sounds echo around the grove, joined by Sapphire's stifled gasps, your own groans, and then Mercy's moans as she shifts forward again and uses Sapphire's tail to rub over her clit with every movement. You're unsure if Sapphire has cum yet – it's honestly hard to tell which clenches could be from pleasure and which are from the sheer shock. Either way, you're pretty sure she's enjoying herself.
Mercy speeds up again, nearly slamming Sapphire into you and yanking her off. Every couple of impacts the rhythm is broken by Mercy grinding Sapphire's tight cunt in rapid circles around the base of your shaft. Whatever magic Mercy has cast makes those moments feel like the rippling walls of Sapphire's pussy twist and turn in concentric circles up your length.
Finally, the sensation is too much for you. While Sapphire is moved in tight circles, you relax and let the orgasm overtake you. Hot cum shoots up and Sapphire lets out a choking gasp. Her stomach visibly swells as your seed is forced inside. Her legs twitch and her eyes roll up in their sockets as Mercy transitions to a short rocking motion, grinding her against you. The half dryad's eyes are locked on the swell of Sapphire's stomach as your orgasm tapers out. She almost unconsciously loosens her grip, removing her hands from Sapphire in order to trace them over her own body.
Sapphire sags without Mercy supporting her. Her legs seem too weak to hold her up as she half collapses, still speared on your shaft.
“Sapph? Are you OK?”
There's some worry in your tone, but you trust that Mercy wouldn't have done anything dangerous, no matter the strange rivalry the two share. Your kobold takes a moment to respond, before nodding. Her hips shift as she attempts to lift herself up, which causes just enough sensation to bring you back to hardness.
“Oh no.”
You're confused by the whisper, until Sapphire manages to stand on shaking legs. Several inches of cock are still inside her.
You try and hold back a laugh. You're only partly successful.
Mercy snaps out of her funk and leans down, lifting Sapphire almost gently from you. Cum starts leaking from her abused pussy almost immediately, And Sapphire twists to stare Mercy in the eyes. The half demon flushes, her skin paler but still distinctly red. Without words being exchanged, she climbs off you and lies on her back next to you. With only a moment's hesitation she reaches up and places Sapphire's cunt against her lips, her tongue snaking out to lap at your leaking seed.
Sapphire sighs in contentment at the soft ministrations before turning to you. With a slightly awkward lean she rubs her muzzle against your own – the equivalent of a gentle kiss for creatures with muzzles shaped like yours.
“I've got the brat here contained for now. The others should be here in a moment.”
She leans back from you, fingers already playing with her clit.
You enjoy the sight as you get to your feet and stretch like a cat. Your spine clicks and pops in several places.
True to Sapphire's word, more footsteps can be heard already. One the slightly disjointed thump/thunk of Feather's wooden leg, the other the slower, lighter tread of Amanda.
You grin. Feathers smiles right back, cocking her head just enough to make her hair sway. Amanda's smile is sweeter and slower.
Both reach you at the same time. Feathers reaches up and uses one of the small horn like scales on your chin to twist your moth to hers. After a quick kiss she steps back and shrugs out of her clothing while Amanda captures your lips for a kiss of her own.
You look her up and down. “Is Pet going to be making an appearance?” you ask, genuinely curious. Slowly, the once redhead shakes her head.
“I've been talking to Sapphire a lot. Pet can be... can be fun,” she says with a flaming blush, “But she's not all me. And I wanted to... try something new tonight. And for that I'd rather be all me. I can still be honest about... not wanting to be in control, without going that far.”
She steps back and starts slipping out of her own clothing. You know she and Feathers could have inventoried their outfits but something about watching flesh be bared piece by piece is just so much more erotic. Amanda keeps talking while she removes her outfit and then bends to help Feather's out of her comparatively complex one. Buckles are loosened by soft white fingers, and mint green skin is revealed piece by piece.
“You remember me talking about my history? About how it's... fake? In my history, David and I... you remember David?”
You nod. The level eighty odd man who accompanied Amanda when you first saw her.
“Well, we were in a relationship, if only because it think our players, our heroes were. Not that I can remember anything, and with how I was back then the chances of me having done anything, or even done anything are rather remote. But there's always the chance. So I...”
Her blush turns ever brighter as she finishes divesting Feathers of her leathers.
“I want to do something I know I've never done. With anyone.”
Feathers snickers and reaches up, pulling Amanda down to her knees. The necromancer smiles at the gobliness.
“I must admit it was Feathers' idea. She said you were very good at it. So...”
Her flush has gone Aqshy's Atomiser now, but after a gulp she gets herself under control.
“Would you like to try anal with me, master?”
…
Gods damn it I really do have a thing for vulnerable girls.
You prowl forward till you're nose to nose with Amanda. Her eyes are wide, like a rabbit that's just seen a fox, until you capture her lips with yours again. Your tongue licks against her lips and they open to grant you passage. You kiss her till she relaxes, and then push more tongue into her mouth, making her squeal. You pump her mouth with your slick organ until the squeals become squeaks. Then moans. Only then do you pull back, withdrawing from her mouth to look her in the eyes.
“I would like that very much Amanda.”
She flushes, then goes very pale, then flushes again.
“R-right! I'll uh, I'll...”
She trails off, then turns round, dropping to her hands and knees. Feathers pops up next to you, holding two items in her hands.
A familiar egg shaped stone, and a small glass jar.
“What's the jar?”
“Jack make. Good with plants, that one. He say 'good for traps, make them move nice', I say 'Good for ass stuff?', he go very strange colour, nod, and run away. Good with plants, no good with Feathers.”
You laugh at that, and take both items. Feathers dips one hand in the jar, then scampers back to Amanda, moving with a grace that still surprises you on her fake leg till she's sat on the larger woman like a backwards horse.
With her dry hand she pulls one of Amanda's ass cheeks to the side, drawing a gasp from the pale skinned woman. The gasp is repeated, louder, and followed by a moan when the gobliness slips a lubes up finger into the human's asshole.
“Oo-oh. That's... hmm. Odd. Good, but odd.”
You approach the couple, well aware of Sapphire looking on with naked interest, and gently fondly Amanda's lower lips, feeling them wet already. She jumps at the sensation, and Feathers slips a second finger in. The gobliness' fingers are much smaller than a human's, but still large enough to be noticeable if Amanda's reactions are anything to be judged by.
“Ah! Ohh.”
You laugh again. “Relax, Amanda. Just focus on how it feels.”
You punctuate your words with a slow circle of her clit, and she shudders. You raise your free hand and Feathers pulls her fingers free as you dip it in the jar of lube. It smells slightly like berries.
Your thumb is thicker, and rougher, than any two of Feathers fingers could hope to be.
“Ah fuck! Oh wow, wow that's new. um. Good! It's-”
You circle her clit again, cutting her off with a yelp.
“Oh that's good. It's intense. Really intense. Fuck. How many fingers do you have in there?”
“Just the thumb.”
“Oh shit. I'm... uh not sure you're gonna fit sir.”
You pull your thumb out as you feel her relax again, and push two fingers into the lube and then her ass.
“Ah! Can you, uh, warm them up a little next time? That's a, wow, shock to the, mmmh, shock to the system. Ah! Ohh fuck.”
You slowly pump your fingers in and out, feeling her ass clench around them with each muttered expletive.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuu-uck!”
Feathers leans down between your slow thrusts and her tongue licks out, tickling the edge of Amanda's asshole.
“Fuck fuck fuck too much too much!”
Amanda's hips buck hard enough to nearly unseat the gobliness, who pulls back with a satisfied expression.
You load a little more lube on your fingers and, after a moment to let it warm up some, push in to try and maker sure she's fully lubed up inside. Feathers slides down from Amanda's back as you reach for the egg and remove your fingers.
“Ooooh fuuuuck yes maaaster,”
You grin, a self satisfied smirk. Your cock is rather larger than the goblin compatible sex toy.
Feathers fingers, chilled and covered in lube, wrapping around your shaft make you jump in surprise, which translates to you pushing another inch of egg into Amanda's ass.
“Ahh! Wow! That's... fuck that's really fucking good. I didn't expect you to be this cold, is that just what anal is?”
You roll your eyes and flick your thumb over the rune that sets the egg vibrating as Feathers starts to jack you off with long full strokes, smearing lube over your length. The vibration makes Amanda jolt.
“This isn't my dick Amanda. It's the toy. I'm not going to hurt you by doing too much too quickly.”
You start to rub her clit in earnest, short circles that soon have her arms shaking. She lays her face in the earth, barely propped up by her hands.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck Red, gods, gods oh gods maaaasssteeerrrr!”
Her legs kick out, and you're forced to stop assaulting her clit in order to catch her by the hips and gently lower her to the ground, flipping her face up.
Amanda is panting hard, her face flush, btu she reaches for you as soon as her arms stop shaking and pulls you in for another kiss. Her tongue battles with yours for a few seconds before she pulls back.
“Red. Master. Take that toy out and fuck my a-ass. I want you. Now.”
Her confidence wavers half way through, but you're more than willing to obey her anyway. She shudders as the toy slides free, and you push her legs up over your shoulders, the tip of your cock aligning with her suddenly vacant ass. There's confusion in her eyes.
“I thought I had to be face down for thi-ahhh!”
You snort, even as you push about half your length into her. Compared to the space bending magic wrapped around Sapphire's pussy, Amanda's ass isn't the tightest ting you've ever fucked. But it's very close, and you have just spent five minutes loosening it up. It's also a wildly different sensation, almost all the pressure in the outermost ring instead of evenly distributed. You drag yourself out, enjoying the clenching of her sphincter as it resists every movement.
“Just because Father's likes to be bred like a dog doesn't mean it's the only way to do it. There's also the fact that I've become a lot more dextrous since my evolution.”
You push in again, going deeper, cutting off Amanda's response. To your amusement, now you're on top and looking down you find yourself using the much faded black rings on your cock to measure each thrust and it seems to work well if the mewling puddle that Amanda is reduced to can be trusted.
She only twitches when Feathers clambers onto her stomach, egg in hand. She shoots you a wicked grin as she slips the egg between her own folds, before she leans down and wraps her lips around Amanda's clit. The redhead's entire body twitches, her hands flying to Feather's head as if to pull her off, but after another thrust from you she settles for tangling her fingers through the gobliness' hair and moaning into the air. A moan that rises in pitch as you loose patience and skip the last two rings of lipstick to push the last inch of cock into her ass in one smooth motion. The sudden feeling of fullness, combined with the barbarian's skilful tongue working her clit is enough for Amanda's second orgasm to wrack her body. Her cunt flexes in the air, grasping a cock that isn't there in an attempt to milk it dry, and her ass does something similar, clenching around the unnatural intruder rearranging Amanda's insides. The sensation nearly pushes you to the edge but you hold off your own climax until Amanda relaxes and the need backs off slightly.
Then, as she's at her most relaxed, you begin to fuck her ass properly. You go for short strokes, both to prolong your stamina as much as possible as the tight ring of her asshole only grips the lowest inch of so of your shaft, and because feeling your entire cock inside her moving around seems to provide maximum stimulation for your necromancer.
You glance over at Sapphire and Mercy once more, only to see Sapphire bouncing on the half demon's face. Something green and thick joins her pussy to Mercy's open mouth – seeing you stare Sapphire winks and raises herself taller.
A wide, double ended dildo is clamped in her lower lips. With each bounce, she drives the other end into Mercy's throat. Mercy's fingers are too busy playing with her holes to stop Sapphire from grinding her clit against Mercy's lips, pushing as much wooden cock down her throat as possible. She sputters and coughs, sending vibrations up the dildo and into Sapphire's core.
You look away as Feathers quiet moans pick up a notch – Amanda has decided to take revenger it seems, and a slick finger is worming it's way into the gobliness' own ass. Unlike when the positions were revered, the woman's finger is only slightly smaller than a goblin cock, and the duel sensation drives Feathers wild. In retaliation, she produces the vibrating egg, shining with the gobliness' fluid, and attacks the clit in front of her. Amanda shudders, cumming almost immediately and clamping down on your cock once more. This time, you push through, fucking her through her orgasm even as the tight ring of muscle flexes and clenches. Feeling your own orgasm approach once more you abandon the shallow strokes you've been content with thus far, pulling a full half of your length out and forcing it back through Amanda's trembling sphincter and then out again, sawing into her ass and making her wail as her orgasm doesn't end.
Finally, your third orgasm rushes out of you. Your cock thunders and throbs as you fire off your largest load of the evening. Amanda tenses, her whole body flexing as your boiling seed pumps directly into her guts. You churn, no end to your tidal wave of cum in sight, as Feathers reaches down, pulling your cock from the heat and tightness of Amanda's ass. Two ropes of cum go flying, shooting over the gobliness' face and tits until she scoops the tip of your cock into her mouth. You thrust, the underside of your shaft rubbing against Amanda's sodden pussy as you cum into Feathers' mouth again and again until her cheeks bulge and cum dribbles from her lips despite her throat jerking as she tries to swallow.
Finally, as the edges of your vision turn white, your orgasm subsides.
Feathers sits back, cheeks very full as she opens her mouth to show you the huge load inside. Her tongue stirs, swirling your cum around. Then she closes her mouth and staggers to her feet. Her own cum is smeared down her legs in thin rivulets as she totters to kneel next to Amanda's face.
Amanda's eyes flutter open, only to see Feather's smug grin as she leans down for a kiss.
Amanda just sighs as your cum pours down into her mouth, her tongue wrestling with the much smaller gobliness as they swap spit and cum back and forth. Your cock twitches at the sight, but for now that's it. Three times in half an hour is your limit it seems.
A soft moan from the side makes you glance over in time to see Sapphire shudder and nearly fall, putting her hands on Mercy's chin to stay upright as her juices trickle down the wooden dildo and into Mercy's mouth. The weight pushes the dildo back into the half dryad's throat and either the sensation or the taste is too much for her. Her horns curl, her skin turns red, her legs kick out, and then she relaxes. Her skin fades into a light green as Sapphire clambers off, removing the... the much longer than you through dildo from her throat.
They crawl over to you, where Feathers and Amanda are still snowballing. Sapphire grabs Mercy's hair, pulling her to the floor even as she steals Feathers' lips, an impish smile on her face. After several seconds of making out with the gobliness, Sapphire steps over to Mercy, who opens her mouth without protest.
Sapphire grabs Mercy's jaw and holds it open as she spits the mixed cum and spit into her waiting mouth. Then Feathers does the same. Finally, with a little encouragement, Amanda, blushing once more, leans over and lets the little cum still left in her mouth dribble out. Some of it misses, catching on Mercy's nose.
After a few seconds, Sapphire removes her hands, and Mercy closes her mouth.
There's an audible swallow, and a satisfied sigh.
The five of you fall asleep in a pile. Amanda curled up in front of you, Sapphire and Feathers in front of her, Mercy on the far side and facing inward.
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She rolls her eyes and you feel a sense of... not disappointment, exactly, but a slight deflating. Then when her eyes are at their lowest she flicks them up to look at you through her suddenly lowered lashes. Her posture shifts and suddenly she looks... weak. Like she's struggling to hold herself up. She lifts an arm out towards you, trembling fingers outstretched while her other arm shakes with the effort of supporting her weight. Her hair tumbles across her face, obscuring it as she half falls.
“Red,” she whispers, her voice carrying in the still air, “Please! I used too much power in that last attack. I need to recharge before they come back! There's no one else who can help, it has to be you!”
You freeze. Then start to laugh.
Mercy pouts.
“Sorry, I'm sorry,” you choke out, waving down her anger, “but that was bad.”
You struggle to hold in your sniggers while Mercy huffs. Then she stands and makes her way toward you, the feigned weakness gone.
“Well yeah. I don't really feel very vulnerable any more.”
Her face turns predatory as she reaches you. One negligent stroke of her hand from her left breast to her right hip and her clothes melt into pink mist that clings to her form, giving you tantalising hints of what lies beneath. A moment later, her other hand rises up in the opposite direct and the mist collapses into an outfit that makes you struggle to swallow through a suddenly dry mouth.
Black fishnets emerge from platform heals and cling to her legs till they reach a thin garter mid thigh. A seemingly endless expanse of rapidly reddening skin skin lies between them and what must have started life as a particularly thick leather belt until someone decided to wear it low and sew it shut between her legs. A thin spike of the materiel drifts up to just below her navel where it's joined to a thin chain that stretches all the way up, through a cleavage which has no right to be supported like that by a bra which appears to be nothing more than a pair of bat wings held in place by more chains. A thin choker of the same, black, almost leather material serves as an anchor for the chains' other ends.
Mercy squats with an almost violent speed, spreading her legs as she drops. One hand comes to rest on the floor between her heels, the other on your thigh. She looks up at you once more, but there's no vulnerability peaking at you from beneath her lashes.
“I'm feeling hungry.”
A truly devilish grin spreads over her face as her horns twist and her hair blackens until Mercy is fully in succubus mode. She leans up as if to capture your lips with her own, her hand drifting from your leg down to the base of your hardening cock and beginning to stroke back and forth. However as soon as you lean across from your still reclined position to reciprocate her kiss she reverses direction and pops her tongue as if she's just remembered something important. Her hand doesn't stop however, baring a brief detour to your tip to collect the pre that has started to leak from your end.
“You know, Amanda had a fun look a little while ago. How did it go again?”
She lifts her hand from the earth and snaps her fingers. A sheet of silvery material shimmers into existence, and you can see her reflection in the magical mirror. She tilts her head this way and that, staring at herself, seemingly lost in thought as she continues to stroke you. Then she hums and snaps her fingers again.
Black liquid, like paint or tar but somehow darker, and possessing a shine like oil, drips into existence across her face. Eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick, thick and slick.
You raise an eyebrow. “Did you really just use your non-regenerating magic to summon make-up?”
Mercy glances away from her reflection, and you have to admit it.
She looks stunning.
“Mhmm,” she hums in agreement, looking back at herself and absently dabbing at the corner of her mouth with one finger, as if her make-up wasn't perfect. “Got to make sure I'm hungry enough to enjoy what's coming as much as you do. Besides,” Her hand speeds up and you hold back a groan as she leans forward, “It didn't work. Amanda looked just beautiful with her make-up ruined by spit and tears, smeared all over her face like that. Maybe you can help me fix mine?”
Then she slowly, almost gently, lowers her face down to your crotch, her hand leaving your cock to reposition your hips slightly upward. When she next looks at you, one of her eyes is hidden by your length. Her tongue pokes out from jet black lips and her breath tickles your skin all the way to your stomach.
She licks upward, her tongue just touching your shaft, and you feel yourself throb in response. The pulse of blood lifts your cock up more a moment, then it bobs back down, gently tapping against her face. She grins.
Another gentle, exploratory lick sends a shiver up your spine as Mercy keeps her eyes locked on yours. Then another, slightly longer. A fourth, longer still as the very tip of her tongue cuts through the precum she smeared across your shaft like a shark through water till it swirls around your tip. You shudder again as she opens her mouth and takes the top half inch of your cock into the warmth of her mouth. She suckles for a second, still spiralling her tongue, then slowly slides your from her lips with a soft slurp.
Her lips remain closed, even with her tongue out, as she repeats the whole, tortuous process. From the very beginning. Her hand emerges from below your line of sight and rubs the trail of saliva she left behind into your flesh. Then she pauses and the hand vanishes again. Still not looking away from you, there's a slicking noise for several seconds, then her fingers return, slick with fluid. She smears it over your cock for half a minute before lowering her face below your cock once more and giving tiny licks to your shaft.
You know she's planning something, she's been unnaturally quiet this whole time, so when she puckers her lips and presses your cock between them you're not wholly surprised to find her mouth filled with saliva. Her tongue twirls around your head again, except this time it's accompanied by obscene squelching noises as the mix of your precum, her spit and her own lubrication is swirled around her mouth.
She doesn't draw away for a second time, to your private relief, instead leaning further over you until you roll partly onto your back. She finally looks away from your eyes, glancing down at your cock for a moment before looking up again and grinning at you. Unfortunately, as she opens her mouth a small tsunami of fluid falls down. Her eyes widen in realisation and she slurps as best she can, diving her head down in a quick bob to catch as much of it as she can back in her mouth.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, she seems to have forgotten what's in her mouth. Your cock slams into the back of her throat and she sputters, spraying the mouthful of home-made lube everywhere as she reels backwards, coughing. Your cock twitches at the sudden stimulation followed by the chill of the air, and you nearly growl as your spit slicked length is deprived of the wonderful warmth of Mercy's mouth.
“S-akch-Sorry Red. That didn't go to plan. Let me clean you up and-”
Mercy's apology dies in her throat she she turns back toward you.
Not to generalise, but she's part sex demon and part tree nymph. She can take it rougher than most. So when she turns back toward you, you're already on your feet. Your forelimbs reach out and grab hold of her horns.
“You wanted me to ruin your makeup? Happy to oblige!” You half snarl, leaning forward on the boulder and using your leverage to force Mercy to her knees, her tits pressing into the stone and your hips pushing forward.
“Red hold on a – Hkk”
You keep your focus for a moment longer as you force your cock between her pillowy lips and into the hot, wet cavern beyond. But there's no tensing of her body beyond what she needs to do to position her mouth for your use, no slapping of her hands. Her tongue drags across the entire underside of your cock, from base to tip, as the half-demon opens her throat to you.
With a moment of effort and a nearly audible pop you feel in your soul, you push your entire cock down her throat in one movement. Your claws dig into her horns, rocking her head up and down like a saw so your entire shaft is pleasured by small movements while you totally deny her a moment to breathe. The slime she coated your hips with heats up quickly when caught directly between your groin and her face.
You pull your body back slightly, keeping the pressure on her horns, so you can look down at her.
Her eyes are closed, sticky fluid dripping from her forehead and already making her eyeliner smear. You pull back a hair, just enough so your cock isn't filling her airway, and she takes a ragged breath, but without warning you piston back in. Her throat spasms as she tries to cough, the unexpected intrusion forcing her body to try and remove the intruder.
You surpassed her strength score several levels ago.
As soon as her throat relaxes again, you pull back once more. Her chest spasms as she fights her need to take a breath, but when a second passes without your cock cutting off her airway, she gives in and tries to suck in a breath through her nose.
Only to be blocked off by your cock once more. Her tongue writhes against you, her throat bucks as she gags, one one eye fights through the gunk to stare up at you imploringly.
But she doesn't try to force you away. Her hands clench against the boulder, her legs shake, but she keeps her lips sealed around the base of your cock. Tears prick at her open eye, making it shine, and you keep staring into it until she blinks, and the first involuntary tear rolls down her face, taking with it a fat smear of mascara.
You pull back immediately, and despite herself Mercy pulls in a breath as soon as her throat is clear. You let her take three deep lungfuls before you leverage her horns once more and begin to fuck her throat in earnest. Each sputter sends a delightful contraction against your flesh, each cough feels like a tight first against the head of your cock as her lipstick stains a black ring against your crotch and smears up the lowest few inches of your flesh. Tears still leak from Mercy's eyes, but after a minute of this treatment her makeup is destroyed so thoroughly that it's hard to tell. Every dozen or so of your rapid thrusts you give her a second to either breath out or in, and the staccato of your hips slapping against her face is broken by ragged gasps and snorts as her inability to draw a solid breath begins to get through even Mercy's made for sex body.
After another minute, she manages to get her other eye open, and stares up at you in desperation, imploring you. You grin.
“Don't worry. I'm pretty close.”
Her eyes widen, fear warring with absolute arousal as you pick up the pace once again, denying her even the half stolen gasps she's been taking so far.
Her eyes roll up a little more with each thrust, her tongue has long since stopped trying to pleasure you and now lolls out of her mouth, her jaw swinging as you use her mouth with no regard for her comfort.
If not for the unmistakably heavy smell of her arousal, you wouldn't have taken it this far. But despite having her beaten in raw strength, enough to overpower her automatic reactions, Mercy could have removed you from her throat in any number of ways.
Her eyes roll back even further, her pupils vanishing beneath her eyelids leaving nothing but a sliver of iris visible in her sclera. Her hands shudder, then relax.
A sharp smack rings out. Mercy twitches, tenses, her eyes coming back in focus. Her sudden wriggling is just enough to push you over the edge and you tense, ramming your hips to her face as you cum, pumping your seed down her throat. Your cock leaves no room for argument, a perfect seal that leaves her no choice but to swallow even as she struggle to remain conscious.
When your cock slides out of her throat, accompanied by a long string of saliva, Mercy collapses sideways, shaking and coughing as oxygen floods her lungs for the first time in minutes. On her ass, a small, white hand print indicates where a very smug looking Sapphire spanked her.
She looks up at you and smirks. “Having fun?”
You nod with faked gravitas. “It has been most enjoyable.”
Sapphire gestures at Mercy, who is now taking long, slow breaths and clearing her throat, rubbing her thighs together in sensual rhythm. “Think she's all charged up?”
Mercy responds. “I have enough, for your idea, yes.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Been talking behind my back?”
Mercy coughs once more and sits up. “Yes, but not about this. She's just broadcasting and I'm... attuned to desires centred on you right now.”
You turn back to Sapphire. “Well then. I guess it's your show.”
The tiny kobold nods seriously. “Then get down here and lie on your back, please.”
You do so, curious as to what her plan is. Your cock is longer than her torso nowadays, but it doesn't sound like her plan is a repeat of the bodyjob you got a few days ago.
Your confusion only grows as Mercy drags herself up and stumbles over to you, kneeling down over your tail and legs so your cock sticks up several inches in front of her.
Sapphire clambers up next, in front of Mercy. The half dryad hesitates.
“Are you sure about this?”
Sapphire nods, looking down at you. Her answer is a simple “Yes.”
Mercy nods, settling back and twitching her fingers as a pink ring snaps into place above you. Runes that repeat in fractal blurs as the ring shrinks down and into Sapphire. She shudders, and Mercy reaches down to grab her, the half dryad's much larger hands covering almost all of the kobold runt's torso.
Sapphire is lifted up, Mercy positioning the much smaller woman over your still slick cock. You look up at the two of them. Mercy gives you a reassuring smile. Sapphire looks back at you with naked determination. Then she's lowered down, your cock spearing into her unbelievably tight insides. Your eyes get wider and wider as, with a slight pink glow, Sapphire's cunt swallows inch after inch.
When she's about half way down, Mercy pauses. Sapphire is breathing in little, sharp gasps. You're pretty sure that without whatever magic Mercy has wrapped her in, your dick would be inside Sapphire's lungs by now. Her eyes are clouded as she stares into the middle distance, her hips jerking, her legs spread by the sheer size disparity between your cock and her body.
Mercy's fingers shift, supporting Sapphire, and you can feel the squeezing ripple up and down your cock even as it's wrapped in your beastmaster's twitching pussy.
After a moment to let Sapphire catch her breath and come to terms with the sensation, Mercy reverses direction and drags her back up your shaft. When nothing but the head of your cock is still wrapped in tight wetness, Sapphire's legs buck, her head rolling back, and she utters her first words since you began in a hissing whisper.
“Oh gods yes...”
Down. Up. Down. Up. Each time, Mercy lowers the living flesh light that Sapphire has become further. With a start, you realise that each time she's lowered further, Mercy stops her at another black ring around your shaft, left behind by your brutal throatfuck of the half dryad.
Down. Up. Down. Up.
Finally, Mercy removes her hands. Sapphire is sat on your lap, and you're treated to the cognitive dissonance of knowing that your cock should be poking up and out somewhere, your length somehow vanished into the fractal runes that are letting you fuck Sapphire for the first time since your evolution.
Mercy gives you both a minute to acclimatise to the intense feeling, sitting back until Sapphire twists her head around to look at her.
Mercy gulps, something flashing in her eyes, and slowly reaches forwards once more. With trembling hands, she grasps Sapphire's thighs, bringing them up against her torso. Her middle fingers fold Sapphire's arms against her tiny tits, and her first fingers come up, pushing Sapphire's head down into a half nelson, staring at her own pussy as it devours your cock.
Then Mercy brings her up again, faster this time. Sapphire gasps and shudders as far more cock slides out of her than could possibly have fit. Then again as she's lowered all the way down. Her mouth falls open as she watches herself get fucked, used like a sex toy by two beings many times her size.
Mercy shifts forward and speeds up, until Sapphire is being bounced on your cock, your entire length vanishing in a second only to reappear moments later. Slick sounds echo around the grove, joined by Sapphire's stifled gasps, your own groans, and then Mercy's moans as she shifts forward again and uses Sapphire's tail to rub over her clit with every movement. You're unsure if Sapphire has cum yet – it's honestly hard to tell which clenches could be from pleasure and which are from the sheer shock. Either way, you're pretty sure she's enjoying herself.
Mercy speeds up again, nearly slamming Sapphire into you and yanking her off. Every couple of impacts the rhythm is broken by Mercy grinding Sapphire's tight cunt in rapid circles around the base of your shaft. Whatever magic Mercy has cast makes those moments feel like the rippling walls of Sapphire's pussy twist and turn in concentric circles up your length.
Finally, the sensation is too much for you. While Sapphire is moved in tight circles, you relax and let the orgasm overtake you. Hot cum shoots up and Sapphire lets out a choking gasp. Her stomach visibly swells as your seed is forced inside. Her legs twitch and her eyes roll up in their sockets as Mercy transitions to a short rocking motion, grinding her against you. The half dryad's eyes are locked on the swell of Sapphire's stomach as your orgasm tapers out. She almost unconsciously loosens her grip, removing her hands from Sapphire in order to trace them over her own body.
Sapphire sags without Mercy supporting her. Her legs seem too weak to hold her up as she half collapses, still speared on your shaft.
“Sapph? Are you OK?”
There's some worry in your tone, but you trust that Mercy wouldn't have done anything dangerous, no matter the strange rivalry the two share. Your kobold takes a moment to respond, before nodding. Her hips shift as she attempts to lift herself up, which causes just enough sensation to bring you back to hardness.
“Oh no.”
You're confused by the whisper, until Sapphire manages to stand on shaking legs. Several inches of cock are still inside her.
You try and hold back a laugh. You're only partly successful.
Mercy snaps out of her funk and leans down, lifting Sapphire almost gently from you. Cum starts leaking from her abused pussy almost immediately, And Sapphire twists to stare Mercy in the eyes. The half demon flushes, her skin paler but still distinctly red. Without words being exchanged, she climbs off you and lies on her back next to you. With only a moment's hesitation she reaches up and places Sapphire's cunt against her lips, her tongue snaking out to lap at your leaking seed.
Sapphire sighs in contentment at the soft ministrations before turning to you. With a slightly awkward lean she rubs her muzzle against your own – the equivalent of a gentle kiss for creatures with muzzles shaped like yours.
“I've got the brat here contained for now. The others should be here in a moment.”
She leans back from you, fingers already playing with her clit.
You enjoy the sight as you get to your feet and stretch like a cat. Your spine clicks and pops in several places.
True to Sapphire's word, more footsteps can be heard already. One the slightly disjointed thump/thunk of Feather's wooden leg, the other the slower, lighter tread of Amanda.
You grin. Feathers smiles right back, cocking her head just enough to make her hair sway. Amanda's smile is sweeter and slower.
Both reach you at the same time. Feathers reaches up and uses one of the small horn like scales on your chin to twist your moth to hers. After a quick kiss she steps back and shrugs out of her clothing while Amanda captures your lips for a kiss of her own.
You look her up and down. “Is Pet going to be making an appearance?” you ask, genuinely curious. Slowly, the once redhead shakes her head.
“I've been talking to Sapphire a lot. Pet can be... can be fun,” she says with a flaming blush, “But she's not all me. And I wanted to... try something new tonight. And for that I'd rather be all me. I can still be honest about... not wanting to be in control, without going that far.”
She steps back and starts slipping out of her own clothing. You know she and Feathers could have inventoried their outfits but something about watching flesh be bared piece by piece is just so much more erotic. Amanda keeps talking while she removes her outfit and then bends to help Feather's out of her comparatively complex one. Buckles are loosened by soft white fingers, and mint green skin is revealed piece by piece.
“You remember me talking about my history? About how it's... fake? In my history, David and I... you remember David?”
You nod. The level eighty odd man who accompanied Amanda when you first saw her.
“Well, we were in a relationship, if only because it think our players, our heroes were. Not that I can remember anything, and with how I was back then the chances of me having done anything, or even done anything are rather remote. But there's always the chance. So I...”
Her blush turns ever brighter as she finishes divesting Feathers of her leathers.
“I want to do something I know I've never done. With anyone.”
Feathers snickers and reaches up, pulling Amanda down to her knees. The necromancer smiles at the gobliness.
“I must admit it was Feathers' idea. She said you were very good at it. So...”
Her flush has gone Aqshy's Atomiser now, but after a gulp she gets herself under control.
“Would you like to try anal with me, master?”
…
Gods damn it I really do have a thing for vulnerable girls.
You prowl forward till you're nose to nose with Amanda. Her eyes are wide, like a rabbit that's just seen a fox, until you capture her lips with yours again. Your tongue licks against her lips and they open to grant you passage. You kiss her till she relaxes, and then push more tongue into her mouth, making her squeal. You pump her mouth with your slick organ until the squeals become squeaks. Then moans. Only then do you pull back, withdrawing from her mouth to look her in the eyes.
“I would like that very much Amanda.”
She flushes, then goes very pale, then flushes again.
“R-right! I'll uh, I'll...”
She trails off, then turns round, dropping to her hands and knees. Feathers pops up next to you, holding two items in her hands.
A familiar egg shaped stone, and a small glass jar.
“What's the jar?”
“Jack make. Good with plants, that one. He say 'good for traps, make them move nice', I say 'Good for ass stuff?', he go very strange colour, nod, and run away. Good with plants, no good with Feathers.”
You laugh at that, and take both items. Feathers dips one hand in the jar, then scampers back to Amanda, moving with a grace that still surprises you on her fake leg till she's sat on the larger woman like a backwards horse.
With her dry hand she pulls one of Amanda's ass cheeks to the side, drawing a gasp from the pale skinned woman. The gasp is repeated, louder, and followed by a moan when the gobliness slips a lubes up finger into the human's asshole.
“Oo-oh. That's... hmm. Odd. Good, but odd.”
You approach the couple, well aware of Sapphire looking on with naked interest, and gently fondly Amanda's lower lips, feeling them wet already. She jumps at the sensation, and Feathers slips a second finger in. The gobliness' fingers are much smaller than a human's, but still large enough to be noticeable if Amanda's reactions are anything to be judged by.
“Ah! Ohh.”
You laugh again. “Relax, Amanda. Just focus on how it feels.”
You punctuate your words with a slow circle of her clit, and she shudders. You raise your free hand and Feathers pulls her fingers free as you dip it in the jar of lube. It smells slightly like berries.
Your thumb is thicker, and rougher, than any two of Feathers fingers could hope to be.
“Ah fuck! Oh wow, wow that's new. um. Good! It's-”
You circle her clit again, cutting her off with a yelp.
“Oh that's good. It's intense. Really intense. Fuck. How many fingers do you have in there?”
“Just the thumb.”
“Oh shit. I'm... uh not sure you're gonna fit sir.”
You pull your thumb out as you feel her relax again, and push two fingers into the lube and then her ass.
“Ah! Can you, uh, warm them up a little next time? That's a, wow, shock to the, mmmh, shock to the system. Ah! Ohh fuck.”
You slowly pump your fingers in and out, feeling her ass clench around them with each muttered expletive.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuu-uck!”
Feathers leans down between your slow thrusts and her tongue licks out, tickling the edge of Amanda's asshole.
“Fuck fuck fuck too much too much!”
Amanda's hips buck hard enough to nearly unseat the gobliness, who pulls back with a satisfied expression.
You load a little more lube on your fingers and, after a moment to let it warm up some, push in to try and maker sure she's fully lubed up inside. Feathers slides down from Amanda's back as you reach for the egg and remove your fingers.
“Ooooh fuuuuck yes maaaster,”
You grin, a self satisfied smirk. Your cock is rather larger than the goblin compatible sex toy.
Feathers fingers, chilled and covered in lube, wrapping around your shaft make you jump in surprise, which translates to you pushing another inch of egg into Amanda's ass.
“Ahh! Wow! That's... fuck that's really fucking good. I didn't expect you to be this cold, is that just what anal is?”
You roll your eyes and flick your thumb over the rune that sets the egg vibrating as Feathers starts to jack you off with long full strokes, smearing lube over your length. The vibration makes Amanda jolt.
“This isn't my dick Amanda. It's the toy. I'm not going to hurt you by doing too much too quickly.”
You start to rub her clit in earnest, short circles that soon have her arms shaking. She lays her face in the earth, barely propped up by her hands.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck Red, gods, gods oh gods maaaasssteeerrrr!”
Her legs kick out, and you're forced to stop assaulting her clit in order to catch her by the hips and gently lower her to the ground, flipping her face up.
Amanda is panting hard, her face flush, btu she reaches for you as soon as her arms stop shaking and pulls you in for another kiss. Her tongue battles with yours for a few seconds before she pulls back.
“Red. Master. Take that toy out and fuck my a-ass. I want you. Now.”
Her confidence wavers half way through, but you're more than willing to obey her anyway. She shudders as the toy slides free, and you push her legs up over your shoulders, the tip of your cock aligning with her suddenly vacant ass. There's confusion in her eyes.
“I thought I had to be face down for thi-ahhh!”
You snort, even as you push about half your length into her. Compared to the space bending magic wrapped around Sapphire's pussy, Amanda's ass isn't the tightest ting you've ever fucked. But it's very close, and you have just spent five minutes loosening it up. It's also a wildly different sensation, almost all the pressure in the outermost ring instead of evenly distributed. You drag yourself out, enjoying the clenching of her sphincter as it resists every movement.
“Just because Father's likes to be bred like a dog doesn't mean it's the only way to do it. There's also the fact that I've become a lot more dextrous since my evolution.”
You push in again, going deeper, cutting off Amanda's response. To your amusement, now you're on top and looking down you find yourself using the much faded black rings on your cock to measure each thrust and it seems to work well if the mewling puddle that Amanda is reduced to can be trusted.
She only twitches when Feathers clambers onto her stomach, egg in hand. She shoots you a wicked grin as she slips the egg between her own folds, before she leans down and wraps her lips around Amanda's clit. The redhead's entire body twitches, her hands flying to Feather's head as if to pull her off, but after another thrust from you she settles for tangling her fingers through the gobliness' hair and moaning into the air. A moan that rises in pitch as you loose patience and skip the last two rings of lipstick to push the last inch of cock into her ass in one smooth motion. The sudden feeling of fullness, combined with the barbarian's skilful tongue working her clit is enough for Amanda's second orgasm to wrack her body. Her cunt flexes in the air, grasping a cock that isn't there in an attempt to milk it dry, and her ass does something similar, clenching around the unnatural intruder rearranging Amanda's insides. The sensation nearly pushes you to the edge but you hold off your own climax until Amanda relaxes and the need backs off slightly.
Then, as she's at her most relaxed, you begin to fuck her ass properly. You go for short strokes, both to prolong your stamina as much as possible as the tight ring of her asshole only grips the lowest inch of so of your shaft, and because feeling your entire cock inside her moving around seems to provide maximum stimulation for your necromancer.
You glance over at Sapphire and Mercy once more, only to see Sapphire bouncing on the half demon's face. Something green and thick joins her pussy to Mercy's open mouth – seeing you stare Sapphire winks and raises herself taller.
A wide, double ended dildo is clamped in her lower lips. With each bounce, she drives the other end into Mercy's throat. Mercy's fingers are too busy playing with her holes to stop Sapphire from grinding her clit against Mercy's lips, pushing as much wooden cock down her throat as possible. She sputters and coughs, sending vibrations up the dildo and into Sapphire's core.
You look away as Feathers quiet moans pick up a notch – Amanda has decided to take revenger it seems, and a slick finger is worming it's way into the gobliness' own ass. Unlike when the positions were revered, the woman's finger is only slightly smaller than a goblin cock, and the duel sensation drives Feathers wild. In retaliation, she produces the vibrating egg, shining with the gobliness' fluid, and attacks the clit in front of her. Amanda shudders, cumming almost immediately and clamping down on your cock once more. This time, you push through, fucking her through her orgasm even as the tight ring of muscle flexes and clenches. Feeling your own orgasm approach once more you abandon the shallow strokes you've been content with thus far, pulling a full half of your length out and forcing it back through Amanda's trembling sphincter and then out again, sawing into her ass and making her wail as her orgasm doesn't end.
Finally, your third orgasm rushes out of you. Your cock thunders and throbs as you fire off your largest load of the evening. Amanda tenses, her whole body flexing as your boiling seed pumps directly into her guts. You churn, no end to your tidal wave of cum in sight, as Feathers reaches down, pulling your cock from the heat and tightness of Amanda's ass. Two ropes of cum go flying, shooting over the gobliness' face and tits until she scoops the tip of your cock into her mouth. You thrust, the underside of your shaft rubbing against Amanda's sodden pussy as you cum into Feathers' mouth again and again until her cheeks bulge and cum dribbles from her lips despite her throat jerking as she tries to swallow.
Finally, as the edges of your vision turn white, your orgasm subsides.
Feathers sits back, cheeks very full as she opens her mouth to show you the huge load inside. Her tongue stirs, swirling your cum around. Then she closes her mouth and staggers to her feet. Her own cum is smeared down her legs in thin rivulets as she totters to kneel next to Amanda's face.
Amanda's eyes flutter open, only to see Feather's smug grin as she leans down for a kiss.
Amanda just sighs as your cum pours down into her mouth, her tongue wrestling with the much smaller gobliness as they swap spit and cum back and forth. Your cock twitches at the sight, but for now that's it. Three times in half an hour is your limit it seems.
A soft moan from the side makes you glance over in time to see Sapphire shudder and nearly fall, putting her hands on Mercy's chin to stay upright as her juices trickle down the wooden dildo and into Mercy's mouth. The weight pushes the dildo back into the half dryad's throat and either the sensation or the taste is too much for her. Her horns curl, her skin turns red, her legs kick out, and then she relaxes. Her skin fades into a light green as Sapphire clambers off, removing the... the much longer than you through dildo from her throat.
They crawl over to you, where Feathers and Amanda are still snowballing. Sapphire grabs Mercy's hair, pulling her to the floor even as she steals Feathers' lips, an impish smile on her face. After several seconds of making out with the gobliness, Sapphire steps over to Mercy, who opens her mouth without protest.
Sapphire grabs Mercy's jaw and holds it open as she spits the mixed cum and spit into her waiting mouth. Then Feathers does the same. Finally, with a little encouragement, Amanda, blushing once more, leans over and lets the little cum still left in her mouth dribble out. Some of it misses, catching on Mercy's nose.
After a few seconds, Sapphire removes her hands, and Mercy closes her mouth.
There's an audible swallow, and a satisfied sigh.
The five of you fall asleep in a pile. Amanda curled up in front of you, Sapphire and Feathers in front of her, Mercy on the far side and facing inward.
Gotta ask, now everyone has had some character development – who's your favourite character? Of the main girls or not. I don't want to go full “Who's your favourite Waifu” because I'm honestly unsure as to what a Waifu is and if anyone here qualifies, but who have you enjoyed seeing? Whose development have you noticed the most. Do any of them annoy you?
So, things couldn't have lined up much better! Chapter 100!, and it's the first chapter of the month! A good time to remind everyone I have a patreon for if you'd like to throw a little cash my way.
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