“Flou.”
“Yes, boss?” the Fuzzy Slime says with a healthy respect for my authority after I set Olindia straight.
“You evolved, and I’m about to do something incredibly dangerous. I need that Swarm mark.”
“You got it, boss! Any preference?”
“Fast, please. I’ve already had a slow morning. If we linger here to screw for a few hours, I might as well start fresh tomorrow.” Not that I want to short-change Flou or anything.
The Fuzzy Slime Swarm gloms onto my body and goes to work. One of her bodies covers my breasts, stimulating the nipples with tiny mouths while massaging the mammaries. Another body becomes an onahole for my cock. I grab the furry ball and start jacking off. The third body covers my ass and pussy before invading my holes with fleshy protrusions.
“Alex!! You taste and feel so good!”
I’m pumped, sucked, and fucked simultaneously. It’s a lot, even for me. I find myself losing control after only a few minutes. My cream shoots from my tip as my ass and pussy clamp down on the foreign invaders in a quick and violent orgasm.
“Ahhhn!”
*Fucked by the Small Slime Swarm – One Slime Mark!*
That doesn’t seem right…
*Marks Consolidated!*
*Pacified the Large Pink Jellyfish Slime – Four Slime Marks!*
*Converted the Small Fuzzy Slime Swarm – Two Slime Marks!*
Ah, I was wondering about that. Perusing through my tummy tattoo menu, I discover this is something I can control to an extent. I actually have a long, long list of redundant marks concealed from normal view.
Mole-man slayer, Slime slicer, Bunny fucker, pacifications for Goblin, Hob, and Orc from the Treefolk battle, etc., etc. Pretty much everything I do gives me a mark, but the ones that don’t ‘count’ are shuffled beneath the ones that do. However, I can reshuffle those useless marks about in any way I wish.
Rather than further clutter my ‘All Marks’ list, I’ll keep things as concise and meaningful as possible. Hence the Mark Consolidations.
*Slime Marks – Four*
Slime Constitution
Slime Core
Slime Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm)
Slime Malleability
Slime Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm)
Slime Mutability
Slime Amalgamation
Slime Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm)
Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature
Jellyfish Slime Tentacles
Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping
Large Slime Stature
Fuzzy Slime Fur
Pink Slime Restoration
Small Swarm Slime Multitasking
Fucking wow. Now, we’re finally talking. The Slime tree continues to be full of winners. I’m almost spoiled for good choices, but I at last have a reasonable number of marks to spend. Let’s go ahead and make the obvious selections.
*Selected Pink Slime Restoration!*
The bad news: I can tell from focusing on the sensation of preparing to use it that Pink Slime Restoration only works on others, and I only get one charge per day. That said, I have plenty of harem girls who are likely to get fucked up in fights. No regrets.
*Selected Small Swarm Slime Multitasking!*
Better thinking, better choices. Fast Learner proves the power of mental marks.
The result is trippy. I can simultaneously think about Gabby’s tits and Cottontail’s ass! Or remember the feel of Suka’s pussy and Ariella’s ovipositor in my hot sheath. I’m sure I’ll be able to figure out some kind of battlefield application… eventually… heh, heh, heh…
Ahem, as for my last two available Slime marks, I have a choice between refunding my choices in other trees (Malleability) or transferring these extra marks to another tree altogether (Mutability). Still curious about Amalgamation. Jellyfish Slime Tentacles are an offensive option, but I have concerns about the range and whether they’ll require an additional hidden ability to be effective.
I feel like I’m in a good place, so I pocket the marks for later.
The Misty Grove has treated me well today. I’m tempted to delve deeper to see what other treats and treasures I can find, let alone look for answers about Echidnas in the library hidden in a dungeon, but ultimately, I know I’ll get totally sidetracked if I tell myself, ‘Just one more thing! Promise!’
I decided to find Gale today. It’s time to move on.
Flou reforms my bralette and panties, this time as two disconnected pieces, along with a lacy choker bearing a Slime core as a jewel. I have Olindia hidden inside me at my beck and call.
The three of us return to Fuzzy Field with a spring in my step. Glancing back over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of a strange light glowing faintly beyond the tree line.
Huh, must’ve been my imagination.
Harpy Mountain.
It’s not even that big, more like a big rock; there’s no snow on top. The caves inside sure are creepy, though. All that skittering and scuttling…
Focus up! Now’s not the time for messing around. I don my crab armor over my Fuzzy underwear.
Looking around, I notice there’s literally no path to follow. Nothing but rocks, caves, and crevices. A few places higher up to walk around, sure, but no side of the mountain looks like a particularly easy climb.
I start forward with a shrug. It’s a good thing I’ve got plenty of physical marks.
Harpy Lightweight is essential, reducing the strain on my stamina throughout the long trek. Orc Strength is another useful one, allowing me to pull myself from one handhold to another on the treacherous terrain. Pitcher Treefolk Vines is a surprising / not-so-surprising welcome addition. They basically act as rock climbing ropes doubling as grappling hooks, allowing me to reach across otherwise impassible ravines and gaps to haul myself up.
Stopping for a drink with Mermaid Water Magic becomes routine. It’s no cakewalk despite all my advantages, and I’m sweating under the ascending sun.
The view from up here is wonderful, though. It reminds me of when Gale flew me over Charlatan Forest. I can see the gulf of the Western Sea, a blanket of green trees, the tall grass of Fuzzy Field, and Kennel Hills in the distance along with the dunes of the Eastern Desert. It’s a majestic sight.
“Never thought I’d see a view like this except in the claws of a Harpy.”
“Me neither, Flou. Me neither.”
The two of us stare at the scenery in companionable silence for a few minutes.
“Hey, Alex?”
“Mmm?”
“Thanks again for saving my life.”
“That again? No worries. If anything, I’m sorry for putting you in a body that can’t take the shape you want.”
“Alex, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need to be a bunny girl. All I ever wanted was to be cute and fuck sexy people. You’re helping me live that dream every day. Becoming a pair of panties that makes girls squee from cuteness overload is my new goal in life.”
I smile. “As long as you’re happy, Flou.”
A gust of wind tugs at me, but my grip on the stone is too strong. The breeze carries a strange sound to my ears, though.
“…happy, Alex.”
“What?”
“I said that getting to be your underwear makes me happy, Alex.”
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
I scramble up the mountainside to catch another hint of… “That!”
“Music? Is someone singing?”
“Beautiful…”
“I guess? It’s not really doing much for me. Maybe it’s because I’m a Slime?”
I drag myself higher hand over hand, leap from rock to rock, and use my vines to swing around cliffs. “I have to see her!”
“Okay, whatever, but didn’t you have a mission coming here or… you’re ignoring me, aren’t you?”
I climb as fast as I can, every second separating me from the singer an infinite torturous existence. Stumbling, bruising my shins on the stones, or scraping against the rocks in my haste doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except—there she is!
“Exquisite!” The paltry word doesn’t do her justice.
“Yep, that’s a bird lady,” Flou remarks.
The stunning beauty before me is an indescribable goddess. Long blond hair flows in the wind like a golden wheat field. Her magnificent breasts swell as she inhales. Her tantalizing tits taunt me with their airy buoyancy. Her massive milkers make me want to stick my head between them and shake like a dog.
Fuck, she’s got great boobs.
“…You’re just going to walk up to her, huh?”
Every step in her direction brings me closer to perfection.
“~What have we here~?” the Lesser Siren sings. “~Another monster come to spoil the Celebration, eh? But you smell human~?”
Yes! Take me, I’m yours! Do with this pathetic mortal as you will!
“~You’re tongue-tied, how adorable! Such a good, docile pet. Now, take off that armor. I want a full view of my latest catch before I present you to Mother~”
I obediently un-summon my armor. Anything for this vision of splendor.
“~You must be a monster with an ability like that… and yet, I have to admit I’m tempted. Strip for me, girl. Remove those furs so I may look upon you unobstructed~!”
As my hands fumble clumsily at my clothes, the lacy choker on my neck swells in volume like a balloon. Then the bubble splits into a jagged grin of flesh and teeth that lunges to engulf the Siren’s head.
The last notes of the entrancing melody lingering in the air dies. My mind clears.
“Are you back, Alex? Speak to me!” one of Flou’s bodies says.
“Yeah. She can’t mind-control me with her voice muffled like that.” I take a deep breath to recenter myself. That was rough. I feel violated; I can’t tell if simp-hood was thrust upon me or if it was buried deep inside. Yuck.
Looking around, I find I’ve stepped into a nest of woven dry grass. Strewn about are humanoid skeletons from monsters the Siren either lured here or caught and carried back. There’s evidence of Dire Wolves, Goblins, and Hobs, and even Mermaid bones beside the expected tufts of fur from mice and bunnies.
The Siren herself is different from my initial impression. Her naked breasts are full D-cups, but unlike Gale, she’s covered in feathers from the ribs down to her talons. No ass, and her tits aren’t actually all that great. 5/10
For a second, I worry she’ll shank me with those raptor claws, but there’s a clear reason why she won’t. Flou has her head held captive in a great maw with teeth pressing into her throat. The Siren understands her situation.
“Release her for a moment, please.”
“Alright, Alex…” Flou hesitantly obeys.
“~Command your familiar to—gurk!” The Siren makes an undignified noise as my fingers clamp around her throat with Orc Strength, cutting off the seductive magic of her voice before its insidious fingers dig into my mind.
“You’re not very intelligent,” I comment, though I shouldn’t be surprised given Gale is probably her cousin. That girl at least is cute and without malice. “Think before you speak this time; but sing one more note, and I’ll snap your neck.”
“M-mercy.”
“Tch.” She had to go and say the one thing that might make me spare her. “Close, but not quite. This is your last chance.”
“Mercy, Mistress.”
I release my grip on the Siren’s throat, and she slumps to the floor of her nest, coughing.
“Thanks for the save, Flou.”
“No problem. Gabby and Suka would kill me if I let you get stolen by a stupid bird brain.”
I chuckle briefly. The Siren stares at my reverted lace choker with a mixture of fear and anger, but she suppresses those emotions as she forces herself to address me with a bright smile.
“What can this one do for Mistress? Shall I fetch you food or drink? Please, make yourself at home!” Kind of a fast switch, huh? Also, there's no way I'm eating the food she prepares. Too likely the meat will be someone I've met. She sees my hesitation. “I beg you, allow this one to service Mistress. Let this one prove her usefulness!”
My instincts tell me to move along... but I am an irrepressible pervert. I sit on the edge of the nest. “Not looking for another Harpy for my harem right now, but you can be a pet, okay? Or, like, a servant I guess.”
My harem has standards, damn it! I won't make it easy for Gabby to win that bet. The monsters today had better up their game if I'm taking home anyone besides Gale.
I pull at my panties and Flou's fuzzy fabric parts to let my Patron cock flop free. I'd like to conclude this encounter with the Siren in a sexy way instead of a violent one. Call it a softness for monsters with tits.
She immediately attacks my deflated member with her mouth. Her puffy dick-sucking lips perform resuscitation on my rod, licking my length, circling my tip like a pro, and lewdly parting to admit my awakening girth. She looks like one of the breeder girls back home sucking monster cock. My meat stretches her jaw and distends her cheeks to comical proportions.
“You can't even handle more than a few inches? What a useless servant.”
With a hint of desperation in her eyes, the Siren grabs her breasts and sandwiches them around my dick. I was a little harsh on her mammaries in my review. Paizuri puts them in a warm, squishy, new, welcome light.
I pinch her nipples, but not sadistically.
“Mmmph!” She hums around a mouthful of my member.
I'm finally at full mast and looking for a more intensely stimulating experience. I grab her by the hair and pull her off my rod. Her lips are flush red, dripping slobber all over her tits and my cock.
“H-have I displeased Mistress? I haven't been blessed with seed...”
”Turn around, and bend over.”
Eagerly obeying, the Siren spreads her feathery, taloned legs and leans forward, giving me a view of what I’m working with. It’s a cloaca. I distinctly recall Gale having a vagina, so this must be a Siren thing.
“There goes my plan of sticking it in her butt,” I mutter under my breath. Cumming inside the avian all-purpose orifice is dangerous in terms of accidental pregnancy.
Part of me wonders if I should be turned off by the prospect of having sex with a bird’s butt. The rest of me assures that part I’ll be too busy groping D cup breasts from behind and listening to the feminine moans of pleasure in the Siren’s beautiful voice to care where I’m stuffing my cock.
“Hey, Flou,” I say as an idea occurs to me, “Can you be my condom?”
“What’s a condom?”
“It’s an ancient human anti-insemination invention designed to catch the semen by covering the penis like a sock.”
“…”
“Flou, you okay?”
“Sorry, yes, I’m fine. I just had a weird moment where I imagined myself wrapped around your cock and being jammed up that bird’s butt. My bunny-brain said ‘yuck,’ but my Slime instincts said, ‘yum.’”
“Is that a yes?”
“…It’s a yes.”
That settled, my panties shift and reshape to encase my shaft in a fleshy membrane. It's thin enough to be barely noticeable. I align myself with the Siren's sheath and press forward.
My cock penetrates her avian ass-pussy as my arms wrap around her slender back to grab hold of her spit-slick rack.
“Ahn! So... ~Big~! Oh, It feels like, yes! ~You're splitting me in half!~”
She feels good on my dick, tightness opening to the soft walls of her inner chamber. My hands squeeze sweet boob flesh between my fingers to distract my mind from her inhuman posterior.
It turns out, if it has tits, I'm up for a little strange.
A hole is a hole, they say, and I feel the truth of that as my hips begin to move. Tawny feathers tickle my crotch while I pound her dark meat.
“~Ah, ah, ahn!~”
Her voice caresses my mind, no longer controlling, but enticing me to bring her to higher heights. The sounds she makes are addictive. I want to make her scream.
“A-Alex, t-this is... incredible!” Flou breathes into my ear through the Slime body forming my choker. “I c-can f-feel every thrust! It's l-like you're fucking my pussy... Please don't stop!”
I didn't realize Flou would enjoy this so much! Determined to make the Siren and Flou scream in a symphony of pleasure, I redouble my pace using D-cup breast handholds. I slam into the feathery ass-pussy over and over with Orc Strength thrusts.
“~Ahhh! Ah! Ahhhnnn!~”
”Alex! Yes, harder! Like that! I'm going to... I'm cumming!”
Their voices are music to my ears, bringing me more pleasure than the warm hole I bury my cock inside as liquid fire shoots through me. I hold nothing back, creaming the Siren with a full, juicy load.
*Made the Lesser Siren Sing – One Avian Mark!*
I don't stay to cuddle, though. That's a harem privilege, and I'm on a mission. I get some resistance pulling out, though.
“Hhhnk!”
The Siren grunts as I drag a gallon sack of cum from her poor, abused, gaping ass-pussy. Flou faithfully absorbs the liquid with a satisfied shlorp.
“Alex, can I be a condom more often?”
I give her a devilish grin. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Flou.”
“Yes, boss?” the Fuzzy Slime says with a healthy respect for my authority after I set Olindia straight.
“You evolved, and I’m about to do something incredibly dangerous. I need that Swarm mark.”
“You got it, boss! Any preference?”
“Fast, please. I’ve already had a slow morning. If we linger here to screw for a few hours, I might as well start fresh tomorrow.” Not that I want to short-change Flou or anything.
The Fuzzy Slime Swarm gloms onto my body and goes to work. One of her bodies covers my breasts, stimulating the nipples with tiny mouths while massaging the mammaries. Another body becomes an onahole for my cock. I grab the furry ball and start jacking off. The third body covers my ass and pussy before invading my holes with fleshy protrusions.
“Alex!! You taste and feel so good!”
I’m pumped, sucked, and fucked simultaneously. It’s a lot, even for me. I find myself losing control after only a few minutes. My cream shoots from my tip as my ass and pussy clamp down on the foreign invaders in a quick and violent orgasm.
“Ahhhn!”
*Fucked by the Small Slime Swarm – One Slime Mark!*
That doesn’t seem right…
*Marks Consolidated!*
*Pacified the Large Pink Jellyfish Slime – Four Slime Marks!*
*Converted the Small Fuzzy Slime Swarm – Two Slime Marks!*
Ah, I was wondering about that. Perusing through my tummy tattoo menu, I discover this is something I can control to an extent. I actually have a long, long list of redundant marks concealed from normal view.
Mole-man slayer, Slime slicer, Bunny fucker, pacifications for Goblin, Hob, and Orc from the Treefolk battle, etc., etc. Pretty much everything I do gives me a mark, but the ones that don’t ‘count’ are shuffled beneath the ones that do. However, I can reshuffle those useless marks about in any way I wish.
Rather than further clutter my ‘All Marks’ list, I’ll keep things as concise and meaningful as possible. Hence the Mark Consolidations.
*Slime Marks – Four*
Slime Constitution
Slime Core
Slime Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm)
Slime Malleability
Slime Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm)
Slime Mutability
Slime Amalgamation
Slime Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm)
Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature
Jellyfish Slime Tentacles
Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping
Large Slime Stature
Fuzzy Slime Fur
Pink Slime Restoration
Small Swarm Slime Multitasking
Fucking wow. Now, we’re finally talking. The Slime tree continues to be full of winners. I’m almost spoiled for good choices, but I at last have a reasonable number of marks to spend. Let’s go ahead and make the obvious selections.
*Selected Pink Slime Restoration!*
The bad news: I can tell from focusing on the sensation of preparing to use it that Pink Slime Restoration only works on others, and I only get one charge per day. That said, I have plenty of harem girls who are likely to get fucked up in fights. No regrets.
*Selected Small Swarm Slime Multitasking!*
Better thinking, better choices. Fast Learner proves the power of mental marks.
The result is trippy. I can simultaneously think about Gabby’s tits and Cottontail’s ass! Or remember the feel of Suka’s pussy and Ariella’s ovipositor in my hot sheath. I’m sure I’ll be able to figure out some kind of battlefield application… eventually… heh, heh, heh…
Ahem, as for my last two available Slime marks, I have a choice between refunding my choices in other trees (Malleability) or transferring these extra marks to another tree altogether (Mutability). Still curious about Amalgamation. Jellyfish Slime Tentacles are an offensive option, but I have concerns about the range and whether they’ll require an additional hidden ability to be effective.
I feel like I’m in a good place, so I pocket the marks for later.
The Misty Grove has treated me well today. I’m tempted to delve deeper to see what other treats and treasures I can find, let alone look for answers about Echidnas in the library hidden in a dungeon, but ultimately, I know I’ll get totally sidetracked if I tell myself, ‘Just one more thing! Promise!’
I decided to find Gale today. It’s time to move on.
Flou reforms my bralette and panties, this time as two disconnected pieces, along with a lacy choker bearing a Slime core as a jewel. I have Olindia hidden inside me at my beck and call.
The three of us return to Fuzzy Field with a spring in my step. Glancing back over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of a strange light glowing faintly beyond the tree line.
Huh, must’ve been my imagination.
Harpy Mountain.
It’s not even that big, more like a big rock; there’s no snow on top. The caves inside sure are creepy, though. All that skittering and scuttling…
Focus up! Now’s not the time for messing around. I don my crab armor over my Fuzzy underwear.
Looking around, I notice there’s literally no path to follow. Nothing but rocks, caves, and crevices. A few places higher up to walk around, sure, but no side of the mountain looks like a particularly easy climb.
I start forward with a shrug. It’s a good thing I’ve got plenty of physical marks.
Harpy Lightweight is essential, reducing the strain on my stamina throughout the long trek. Orc Strength is another useful one, allowing me to pull myself from one handhold to another on the treacherous terrain. Pitcher Treefolk Vines is a surprising / not-so-surprising welcome addition. They basically act as rock climbing ropes doubling as grappling hooks, allowing me to reach across otherwise impassible ravines and gaps to haul myself up.
Stopping for a drink with Mermaid Water Magic becomes routine. It’s no cakewalk despite all my advantages, and I’m sweating under the ascending sun.
The view from up here is wonderful, though. It reminds me of when Gale flew me over Charlatan Forest. I can see the gulf of the Western Sea, a blanket of green trees, the tall grass of Fuzzy Field, and Kennel Hills in the distance along with the dunes of the Eastern Desert. It’s a majestic sight.
“Never thought I’d see a view like this except in the claws of a Harpy.”
“Me neither, Flou. Me neither.”
The two of us stare at the scenery in companionable silence for a few minutes.
“Hey, Alex?”
“Mmm?”
“Thanks again for saving my life.”
“That again? No worries. If anything, I’m sorry for putting you in a body that can’t take the shape you want.”
“Alex, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need to be a bunny girl. All I ever wanted was to be cute and fuck sexy people. You’re helping me live that dream every day. Becoming a pair of panties that makes girls squee from cuteness overload is my new goal in life.”
I smile. “As long as you’re happy, Flou.”
A gust of wind tugs at me, but my grip on the stone is too strong. The breeze carries a strange sound to my ears, though.
“…happy, Alex.”
“What?”
“I said that getting to be your underwear makes me happy, Alex.”
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
I scramble up the mountainside to catch another hint of… “That!”
“Music? Is someone singing?”
“Beautiful…”
“I guess? It’s not really doing much for me. Maybe it’s because I’m a Slime?”
I drag myself higher hand over hand, leap from rock to rock, and use my vines to swing around cliffs. “I have to see her!”
“Okay, whatever, but didn’t you have a mission coming here or… you’re ignoring me, aren’t you?”
I climb as fast as I can, every second separating me from the singer an infinite torturous existence. Stumbling, bruising my shins on the stones, or scraping against the rocks in my haste doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except—there she is!
“Exquisite!” The paltry word doesn’t do her justice.
“Yep, that’s a bird lady,” Flou remarks.
The stunning beauty before me is an indescribable goddess. Long blond hair flows in the wind like a golden wheat field. Her magnificent breasts swell as she inhales. Her tantalizing tits taunt me with their airy buoyancy. Her massive milkers make me want to stick my head between them and shake like a dog.
Fuck, she’s got great boobs.
“…You’re just going to walk up to her, huh?”
Every step in her direction brings me closer to perfection.
“~What have we here~?” the Lesser Siren sings. “~Another monster come to spoil the Celebration, eh? But you smell human~?”
Yes! Take me, I’m yours! Do with this pathetic mortal as you will!
“~You’re tongue-tied, how adorable! Such a good, docile pet. Now, take off that armor. I want a full view of my latest catch before I present you to Mother~”
I obediently un-summon my armor. Anything for this vision of splendor.
“~You must be a monster with an ability like that… and yet, I have to admit I’m tempted. Strip for me, girl. Remove those furs so I may look upon you unobstructed~!”
As my hands fumble clumsily at my clothes, the lacy choker on my neck swells in volume like a balloon. Then the bubble splits into a jagged grin of flesh and teeth that lunges to engulf the Siren’s head.
The last notes of the entrancing melody lingering in the air dies. My mind clears.
“Are you back, Alex? Speak to me!” one of Flou’s bodies says.
“Yeah. She can’t mind-control me with her voice muffled like that.” I take a deep breath to recenter myself. That was rough. I feel violated; I can’t tell if simp-hood was thrust upon me or if it was buried deep inside. Yuck.
Looking around, I find I’ve stepped into a nest of woven dry grass. Strewn about are humanoid skeletons from monsters the Siren either lured here or caught and carried back. There’s evidence of Dire Wolves, Goblins, and Hobs, and even Mermaid bones beside the expected tufts of fur from mice and bunnies.
The Siren herself is different from my initial impression. Her naked breasts are full D-cups, but unlike Gale, she’s covered in feathers from the ribs down to her talons. No ass, and her tits aren’t actually all that great. 5/10
For a second, I worry she’ll shank me with those raptor claws, but there’s a clear reason why she won’t. Flou has her head held captive in a great maw with teeth pressing into her throat. The Siren understands her situation.
“Release her for a moment, please.”
“Alright, Alex…” Flou hesitantly obeys.
“~Command your familiar to—gurk!” The Siren makes an undignified noise as my fingers clamp around her throat with Orc Strength, cutting off the seductive magic of her voice before its insidious fingers dig into my mind.
“You’re not very intelligent,” I comment, though I shouldn’t be surprised given Gale is probably her cousin. That girl at least is cute and without malice. “Think before you speak this time; but sing one more note, and I’ll snap your neck.”
“M-mercy.”
“Tch.” She had to go and say the one thing that might make me spare her. “Close, but not quite. This is your last chance.”
“Mercy, Mistress.”
I release my grip on the Siren’s throat, and she slumps to the floor of her nest, coughing.
“Thanks for the save, Flou.”
“No problem. Gabby and Suka would kill me if I let you get stolen by a stupid bird brain.”
I chuckle briefly. The Siren stares at my reverted lace choker with a mixture of fear and anger, but she suppresses those emotions as she forces herself to address me with a bright smile.
“What can this one do for Mistress? Shall I fetch you food or drink? Please, make yourself at home!” Kind of a fast switch, huh? Also, there's no way I'm eating the food she prepares. Too likely the meat will be someone I've met. She sees my hesitation. “I beg you, allow this one to service Mistress. Let this one prove her usefulness!”
My instincts tell me to move along... but I am an irrepressible pervert. I sit on the edge of the nest. “Not looking for another Harpy for my harem right now, but you can be a pet, okay? Or, like, a servant I guess.”
My harem has standards, damn it! I won't make it easy for Gabby to win that bet. The monsters today had better up their game if I'm taking home anyone besides Gale.
I pull at my panties and Flou's fuzzy fabric parts to let my Patron cock flop free. I'd like to conclude this encounter with the Siren in a sexy way instead of a violent one. Call it a softness for monsters with tits.
She immediately attacks my deflated member with her mouth. Her puffy dick-sucking lips perform resuscitation on my rod, licking my length, circling my tip like a pro, and lewdly parting to admit my awakening girth. She looks like one of the breeder girls back home sucking monster cock. My meat stretches her jaw and distends her cheeks to comical proportions.
“You can't even handle more than a few inches? What a useless servant.”
With a hint of desperation in her eyes, the Siren grabs her breasts and sandwiches them around my dick. I was a little harsh on her mammaries in my review. Paizuri puts them in a warm, squishy, new, welcome light.
I pinch her nipples, but not sadistically.
“Mmmph!” She hums around a mouthful of my member.
I'm finally at full mast and looking for a more intensely stimulating experience. I grab her by the hair and pull her off my rod. Her lips are flush red, dripping slobber all over her tits and my cock.
“H-have I displeased Mistress? I haven't been blessed with seed...”
”Turn around, and bend over.”
Eagerly obeying, the Siren spreads her feathery, taloned legs and leans forward, giving me a view of what I’m working with. It’s a cloaca. I distinctly recall Gale having a vagina, so this must be a Siren thing.
“There goes my plan of sticking it in her butt,” I mutter under my breath. Cumming inside the avian all-purpose orifice is dangerous in terms of accidental pregnancy.
Part of me wonders if I should be turned off by the prospect of having sex with a bird’s butt. The rest of me assures that part I’ll be too busy groping D cup breasts from behind and listening to the feminine moans of pleasure in the Siren’s beautiful voice to care where I’m stuffing my cock.
“Hey, Flou,” I say as an idea occurs to me, “Can you be my condom?”
“What’s a condom?”
“It’s an ancient human anti-insemination invention designed to catch the semen by covering the penis like a sock.”
“…”
“Flou, you okay?”
“Sorry, yes, I’m fine. I just had a weird moment where I imagined myself wrapped around your cock and being jammed up that bird’s butt. My bunny-brain said ‘yuck,’ but my Slime instincts said, ‘yum.’”
“Is that a yes?”
“…It’s a yes.”
That settled, my panties shift and reshape to encase my shaft in a fleshy membrane. It's thin enough to be barely noticeable. I align myself with the Siren's sheath and press forward.
My cock penetrates her avian ass-pussy as my arms wrap around her slender back to grab hold of her spit-slick rack.
“Ahn! So... ~Big~! Oh, It feels like, yes! ~You're splitting me in half!~”
She feels good on my dick, tightness opening to the soft walls of her inner chamber. My hands squeeze sweet boob flesh between my fingers to distract my mind from her inhuman posterior.
It turns out, if it has tits, I'm up for a little strange.
A hole is a hole, they say, and I feel the truth of that as my hips begin to move. Tawny feathers tickle my crotch while I pound her dark meat.
“~Ah, ah, ahn!~”
Her voice caresses my mind, no longer controlling, but enticing me to bring her to higher heights. The sounds she makes are addictive. I want to make her scream.
“A-Alex, t-this is... incredible!” Flou breathes into my ear through the Slime body forming my choker. “I c-can f-feel every thrust! It's l-like you're fucking my pussy... Please don't stop!”
I didn't realize Flou would enjoy this so much! Determined to make the Siren and Flou scream in a symphony of pleasure, I redouble my pace using D-cup breast handholds. I slam into the feathery ass-pussy over and over with Orc Strength thrusts.
“~Ahhh! Ah! Ahhhnnn!~”
”Alex! Yes, harder! Like that! I'm going to... I'm cumming!”
Their voices are music to my ears, bringing me more pleasure than the warm hole I bury my cock inside as liquid fire shoots through me. I hold nothing back, creaming the Siren with a full, juicy load.
*Made the Lesser Siren Sing – One Avian Mark!*
I don't stay to cuddle, though. That's a harem privilege, and I'm on a mission. I get some resistance pulling out, though.
“Hhhnk!”
The Siren grunts as I drag a gallon sack of cum from her poor, abused, gaping ass-pussy. Flou faithfully absorbs the liquid with a satisfied shlorp.
“Alex, can I be a condom more often?”
I give her a devilish grin. “I think that can be arranged.”
