by porne » Tue Jul 23, 2024 5:27 am
You struggle to keep things together as you try to process all the information on magic. Magic is just advanced technology you don't understand, right? This is all just... crazy nanobots, right? While that's terrifying in its own right, it at least makes sense. Thinking about genetic alterations and biomancy, you struggle to recall if the only child you delivered, the gargoyle from less than a day ago, had any traits you could absolutely be certain were yours. If the scales or stones or whatever on its outer shell came out small and soft to begin with, you'd never be able to tell the difference between you and its fathers influence. The gargoyle also had tails, wings, and horns, so short of looking for something truly unusual between the two of you, there's no real way to know purely from memory what gene and bio mods applied to you are fully reflected across genetics.
Tiffany's experience with being the child of biomodders, at least to some degree, does help you relate to her a bit, although there's some difference between lesbians seeking a solution that isn't inviting some man into the relationship is different than parents who wanted their child to be super extra special. Still, some polite inquiries indicates that Tiffany does have children. Elven children, not monsters, and she did father them although they don't have her gift and they were all girls. She actually seems a bit proud, almost exactly like a dudebro bragging about how many chicks he's banged and knocked up. With the way she talks about the children though, it seems that she's at least cordial with the families, maybe elves don't do the nuclear family units? There's also the possibility that there's more lesbians who are willing to admit a third shaped like Tiffany than a man. Or Tiffany is making an offer to the hot dragon chick she just met in a round about way.
Mary is more of a mystery. She's, in theory, the least interesting being such a 'simple' set of mods like cat ears and tail even if she also seems to have pronounced claws and seems just as easy walking on her toes as her heels. She occasionally tilts her head up, taking a sniff and seeming a bit miffed but finds whatever she's smelling acceptable. Her eyes and ears constantly flicker as well, and you can tell where Jasmine is in the trees even when hidden as one of those cute ears seems zeroed in on her at all times. While her tail occasionally swings forward when she slows down, reaching around to stroke her tummy, it quickly leaps back behind her, continuously catching eye as the sharp movement of balancing all of that booty seems difficult. Your own simply makes a natural sinuous movement, almost like a three dimensional infinity sign as it naturally balances out all of the weight you're now carrying on your front. It's unusual to not have drift near the floor out of the way, but you find yourself in need of the counter balance.
Jasmine is the strangest of them, being the farthest from a normal human. Well, maybe compared to yourself? Her extra limbs clearly lack the raw musculature of her humanoid ones, although they seem to do an okay job holding her weight when she hangs from them... well, there's a slight grimace. The extra mass dragging down her womb is still effecting her as she quickly scampers around the trees. Alas, she can't 'shoot' the web like you were led to believe by ancient Earth stories, nor is it... exercised to produce strands to support her weight. She more uses it for cloth repair than anything else. Considering how little they seemed to care about their clothing once the 'enchantments' were destroyed, it wouldn't surprise you if Jasmine helped supply their clothing somehow. Or she may just come from a family of silk weavers making it cheap. Who knows?
When you call for a stop, gesturing to your overfull tits resting on the top of your monster filled belly, you catch Mary actually lick her lips! Well... you're pretty sure you did. It's hard to tell for sure as sudden movement from Tiffany indicates that somebody appreciates your milk filled state. "Uh. We... we should probably do at least a quick clean up. Oh, gargoyles. Yes. I mean no. Their sense of smell is average at best, they use their eyes and ears to track like most flying animals, their sense of smell is mostly for analyzing their prey. Which was us." Tiffany lets out. "Jas? Find us a river?" She manages to let out before the elf and catgirl approach you, hunger in their eyes. The two of them manage to push you toward a stump in a small clearing, hopefully a good campsite, both kneeling before the heavenly feeling of suction on your nipples sends an overdue reaction, and both of them have their cheeks balloon out comically, as the two struggle to swallow your milk. Their eyes struggle to make contact with you, and you find yourself alternating between the two kneeling women as they do their best to drain your superhuman teats. An intense *hummmmmmm* resonates through your chest exciting you more as you realize that the catgirl is purring straight into your nipple, imitating the best vibrator as a rough, eager tongue alternates with the intense sucking. The other side is soon joined by a pair of strong hands, kneading and almost mauling your tit as the extremely experienced elf uses decades of lesbian encounter to make you quake. A muffled squeal and a mashed tit from the other side indicate that Tiffany's other hand has found its way to the pussy's pussy.
Forced to pant as she's finger blasted, Mary shakes a bit as your spurting milk does its best imitation of a facial you've seen before one hand lifts your still swollen tit and that rough tongue returns, doing its best to clean the milk and gargoyle spooge off your soft chest. The entire breast is licked clean by that rough tongue in a matter of seconds, and a shudder from the other side indicates that Mary has decided two can play this game, and with a loud groan, Tiffany stares down, her cock spraying a thick stream of pearly white across the stump you sit on. She leans half back onto her heals, staring blankly, "I'm never that quick!" although when her cock refuses to go down, seeming to actually get bigger much like your shared gargoyle baby daddies monster, she gets an evil grin. "Jas, take over." With that, she moves back, Mary trying to crawl walk sideways while keeping her lips firmly latched on your nipple and doing her part to reduce your fluid levels. A quick grab of one leg, lifting it far up in the air and showing off the clerics almost flat stomach and the thick string of femlube dangling between her spread thighs. A yank, and the felinid is positioned between the two of you, almost like a lesbian spitroast before another squeal indicates that even after the thigh thick shaft that ravaged her, she can still enjoy thick elven cock.
Delicate kisses indicate that Jasmine has taken her instructions, incredibly soft fuzz rubbing against the surface and almost seeming to gently brush the sweat, milk, and monster cum off of you, the strange fuzzy mouth parts the spider girl has helping her try to drain your tit. Her human hands gently run up and down your side and filled stomach, your baby starting to kick as she teases the both of you. You're surprised when two thin arms slam into your shoulder and two thicker clawed hands brace against your thigh, but you soon find a winking Tiffanys face hidden as a taught buttocks with a heavy abdominal tail settles over it, shudders leaking through Jasmine as the elf goes to work with pure tongue while using her hands to prevent either of her two victims from escaping. A hand on her tail forcing her ass to bend to the elfs will shows that she's forcing the cleric to orgasm through pure grinding motion, the spidren soon joining her, as she struggles to balance between the two of you even with both humanoid legs wrapped firmly around the elves head, the two ear points at odd angles the only indication she's still there.
With a sudden shudder, the catgirl is finally dislodged from her source of sweet milk, pulled back with a loud 'mrooooow' of complain as both of the elves hands drag her hips as tight against her thighs as possible. A glassy eyed Mary looks up at you begging as her friend does her best to see her womb bloated once more, turning the poor catgirl over, and you can see where the almost returned abs have a thick rod running up their center before the tip of that rod begins to balloon out. You're surprised that she's got that much to give after the painting she gave the stump, but she doesn't appear to be soft yet, continuing minor thrusts as the sore catgirl clutches her abused womb. Tiffany, seemingly satisfied with the current stuffed cat situation, uses her hands to manipulate the spidergirl still wrapped around her head, one hand darting between her legs to continue stimulating her pussy as Tiffany pulls the abdomen tail off of her head, tilting it slightly and begins to lick along the inner centerline, an intense shudder indicating that was the perfect move. "Who... who told you about that?!" she manages to gasp out, forgoing your poor abused and nearly dry tit before Tiffany just stands up! With a squawk, Jasmines face falls suddenly level with a throbbing, jizz soaked shaft that her face hand things guide into her waiting mouth. Those seemingly weak arms are the only things holding Jasmine onto Tiffany, who is using her greater strength to push the poor would be ninjas legs in and out of her way, mixing tongue work on pussy and that strange spot on the spidrens almost tail. Happy with her service, Tiffany finally stops her rough handling of the spiders legs, allowing the shuddering humanoid pair to join the others struggling to keep her from falling as the warrior shoves the spidrens head all the way down, feeding the poor girl a thick elven meal.
By this point, the catgirl is somewhat recovered, at least enough to crawl over and try to lick any stray fluids off of you, whether milk or monster or elf cum, seemingly irrelevant at this point. You're hypnotized as the elf herm proceeds to ravage the entire team by her lonesome after a simple meal of your milk... and then her eyes lock onto you again, and if you had electronic countermeasures, they'd be firing on full blast after that target lock. With a dangerous swagger toward you, you realize she's still not satisfied, the spider removed from her neck like a scarf and tossed toward the ground on all fours... all eight, as you're picked up with one hand and thrown on her shoulder, and the elf woman seats herself on the stump like a throne. Before she can escape, Jasmine is pulled back firmly, abdominal tail lifting as her pussy is speared, and you're sat between them. You're almost scared and then you feel the free hand she had, and you begin to fear for your satisfaction, elven fingers dancing across your slit and tearing orgasms from you with almost causal ease, while doing something to stimulate the poor spider woman, and you realize that Jasmine is fully engaged in thrusting back against her, panting loudly as you nearly drained tits pulled up to the elves mouth as she leans over your shoulder, almost biting as she sucks the last of the milk out. When you're finally dry, the poor spidren woman collapse on the floor, her belly once more bloated with cum, even if it's from someone far friendlier.
The dangerous elf woman stands up, picking you up by your legs and holding you reverse spread eagle as her thick, spunk covered cock slaps against your hungering pussy. You didn't think you'd want more sex after the ravishing from the gargoyle, but he was a mere brute, the pleasure entirely from the sensation of stretch and giving life. Tiffany is an artist using her fingers to make your nerves dance and orgasm, but without the intense pleasure of feeling yourself filled with the hot seed of the powerful person who did this to you. With your last tit, barely putting out more than a last gasp, Tiffany sinks her cock into your ass as she continues to play with your slit and make you shake and quiver as finishes draining you. It takes minutes, but you're finally all out of fresh milk and you're surprised it's not a milk shake after the rough ass pounding you took, terrified at the bruises you have before you're pressed down, burning hot seed flooding your intestines and making their way up to your stomach, adding just a bit more bulge. The elf leans forward to whisper as you helplessly twitch in her hands, your body begging you to feel deep, thick penetration in your pussy. "If you'd told me about the effect of your milk, you could be satisfied with a filled womb instead of a reverse meal." And with that, the elf drops you with the others, and you're left quivering in need as the two thoroughly ravaged and satisfied women attempt to clean you with their tongues, your womb demanding that you see it fertilized once more by this top tier breeder, sperm lasts more than a day, right? A quick load now, and shortly after the pitiful gargoyle vacates your womb, the waiting elf seed will claim it. The intense woman shakes her head, letting the three of you barely cling to consciousness as she apparently decides to keep watch.