“Olindia, Spindle, it’s my turn with her,” the three-dick-wielding Goblin announces over the limp Cinderwolf girl.
“Why, certainly!” the Webling says with a final affectionate pat to the canine’s spit-soaked pussy. She snaps her fingers, and the Dark Magic restraints vanish, though the ball gag remains. Spindle saunters over to the curvy Goblin and brazenly grabs one of Gabby’s heavy tits to fondle as she stares down at the head-shorter girl, neon purple eyes meeting wild yellow irises. Gabby doesn’t flinch. “You’re a spirited one. Not a drop of fear in you. Spindle likes that.”
“And you’re a bold one,” Gabby replies as she takes one of the Twisted dildoes in hand to rub the tip against Spindle’s vulva. The Webling’s nether pedipalps grip the shaft like an extra pair of hands, holding it firmly in place without pushing it away. “If you hurt my family, I’ll kill you.”
“Nnnggghhh!!!” Spindle’s body tenses, she bites her lip, and her eyes lose focus momentarily as juices squirt from her cunt onto Gabby’s Twisted rod. “Fff-fuck, that’s good. Spindle’s going to cum again if you keep glaring and threatening her like that. What’s your full name, beautiful?”
Gabby’s eyes narrow. “Not telling.”
Spindle grins happily as the adversarial Goblin refuses to break their staring contest. Another of her hands dips to caress the green labia below Gabby’s wooden erection. “How about Spindle calls you Bonsai? Because there’s a whole tree’s worth of pluck in this little sex pot.”
“Try it and see what happens.”
The dildo’s tip doesn’t leave Spindle’s pussy as the Webling leans in, slowly bringing her lips closer to Gabby’s. “Let’s get along for Alex’s sake, yes? There’s plenty of prey here to go around, but Spindle can’t help wanting for such a gorgeous Goblin to fuck… her… cunt… raw.” The Wicked Weaver’s third hand tenderly brushes a lock of Gabby’s short black hair from the green-skinned girl’s face before she delivers a hot and steamy kiss.
Gabby reciprocates the Webling’s warm attentions with aggressive vigor, locking their lips together in a fierce battle. While Spindle’s main two eyes close, Gabby keeps hers open to watch the glowing jewel-like orbs on the Webling’s forehead.
Spindle breaks the kiss breathless and gasping, opening her main eyes to meet the Goblin’s challenging gaze again. “Later.” The Webling plants a final soft peck on Gabby’s cheek as they disengage. Her hips sway as she leaves, and Gabby’s head turns to watch her go. “Spindle looks forward to seeing what happens, Bonsai.”
My Goblin wife doesn’t take the bait, intent on collecting her ‘winnings’ from Suka before anything else.
The sex-dazed Cinderwolf girl regains her wits in time to see Gabby standing over her. Rather than submit, Suka jabs an accusatory finger at the Goblin girl, saying, “Mmmph, mphph! Mph?” It takes her a second to realize she still has the ball gag.
“Let me guess,” Gabby replies, “You think Megan doesn’t count because she belongs to Gale, Aello doesn’t count because Alex didn’t bring her into the hut, Lucinia doesn’t count because she’s not an official harem member, and Dura doesn’t count because she met Alex yesterday.”
“Mph-mph mph!” Suka nods enthusiastically as if to say, ‘Yes, yes, exactly!” through her gag.
“Sorry, Suka,” I say with honest remorse. “I tried. I really tried to keep my standards high today. I turned down a bunch of cute Harpy boys, I didn’t go after the exotic Harpy girls (I do still kind of want to fuck a flamingo girl), I deeply regret not screwing a sexy Kobold femboy, and I didn’t have time to seduce the Lizard-trans-man. I have marks from spider girls besides Spindle, but there’s this weird gap in my memory…? Whatever, the point is, Gale and Spindle definitely count, and Gabby would win the bet if you attributed even a quarter-point to each the other girls. Actually, there’s an argument that all the Harpies on the mountain are part of my extended harem, now… shit.”
“Yes, the bottom line is, no matter how you slice it, you lost the bet, Suka. Time to pay up.” Gabby tosses her two Twisted dildoes on the hut’s floor, then waggles her crotch wand to weave lines of green aura in the air. Vines grow from the floorboards that latch onto the bases of the fallen wooden phalluses and brandish them at Suka’s bottom. Another hip waggle produces strands of blue aura that shoot streams of slippery crab foam onto the two Twisted rods, fully coating them in liberal lubrication.
Suka raises an eyebrow at the beneficent gesture.
Gabby gives her the greedy Goblin gaze I’m all too used to being on the receiving end of. “I’m a monster, not evil. This is just a punishment game, after all. You have three fuck-holes, and I have three dicks now. Do the math, bitch.”
The air holes of the Dark Magic ball gag in Suka’s mouth merge and its diameter widens, further straining the Cinderwolf girl’s jaw while providing a convenient cock-shaped hole in the center. Gabby looks over her shoulder to see Spindle blow a kiss with one hand while manipulating a few strands of sooty purple energy with another.
My Goblin wife shrugs, then waggles her magic stiffy a third time. Green aura again.
Vines erupt from the floorboards that grab and encircle Suka’s wrists. At Gabby’s direction, they tighten, reeling in and pulling the Cinderwolf into a sitting position… dragging her ass onto the two Twisted dicks aiming at Suka’s vulnerable flower and rosebud.
“Awhhhnn!” Suka moans through the wide hole of her deep throat gag as her nethers are penetrated, tongue lolling without lips or teeth to hold it in place.
“Gah, ah… ahn!” Gabby groans while practically doubling over as sweat beads on her dark-green blushing face. Her hips buck involuntarily as Suka squirms in her restraints. I know well how intense the doubled sensations of multiple dicks can be. If this is Gabby’s first time experimenting with them, I totally sympathize.
Through an effort of will, Gabby straightens, grabs Suka’s bone ash grey hair by the root, and pulls the Cinderwolf’s gaping mouth-pussy onto her cock.
“Ahhh!” Gabby moans as she starts humping the helpless wolf girl’s face. The disembodied dicks controlled by vines begin pumping into Suka’s ass and pussy at a steady, alternating pace.
Spindle smiles widely and winks a glowing purple eye at me. “Enjoying the show, Vermillion?”
I swallow my mouthful of roasted pork after holding it for what feels like minutes. “I can’t wait to watch her pound your pussy into the ground if that’s what you mean. Don’t get your hopes up if you think she’s going to be tired after this.” I know from experience how demanding the greedy Goblin can get.
The Webling holds her face in two hands while caressing her curves with her second pair. “Spindle can’t wait either~” Then her attention shifts to the Amazonian woman beside me. “Hello there, you exquisite sculpture of muscle. May I have the pleasure of taking you to heaven with my mouth?” She lolls her tongue lewdly at the Ogress. “Spindle can breathe through the spiracles in her spider half, letting her give oral for hours without coming up for air~”
This information is relevant to my interests.
“Dura pref’r do the licking,” she answers, referring to the Ogre Fen’s culture of the dominant partner avoiding ‘submissive’ sex positions.
“Sadly, Spindle is too small to let you 69 her cunt… Unless you’re interested in tasting my rod?” The Webling everts the purple phallus from her spider-half in demonstration.
The Ogress shakes her head in the negative. She really doesn’t like giving fellatio unless she has the excuse of taking her meal from my cock.
“Dura,” I grab her attention, “Isn’t your clit big enough now you’d basically be skull-fucking her?” Of course, I’m exaggerating to stroke Dura’s ego, but I’m in favor of whatever gets the Ogress over her hangup so she can enjoy top-tier oral.
The Webling eagerly goes along with my suggestion, spreading her lips and cheeks with her fingers. “Please, Spindle wants you to grab her head and screw her mouth-pussy!”
With her dominance reassured, Dura grabs a handful of indigo pixie-cut and pulls the Webling to her groin by the hair.
Spindle wastes no time injecting her aphrodisiac venom directly above Dura’s erect clitoris. The Webling starts lovingly licking the walnut-sized pleasure button, making her Ogress partner squirm.
“Ahhhnnn!” Dura screams in overwhelmed bliss.
“I’ll taste your… um, rod,” Flou says in her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime form. She didn’t go anywhere after Gabby got up, preferring to spectate from her Swarm bodies for the moment. Now she’s interested in taking some dick.
Spindle nods her consent, and the Fuzzy Slime shlorps over to envelop the everted purple phallus. The Webling plants her spider half’s six legs on the ground to properly plow the Fuzzy onahole.
I realize I’m getting full of pork and stand. Approaching Dura from behind, I place the succulent meat in the Ogress’s free hand and bring it to her gaping lips. The taste of fine cooking awakens Dura’s other carnal hunger, and the Ogress buries Spindle’s face in her pussy as she sloppily devours the roast.
“Mmm, mmph~!” Spindle makes cheerful, contented sounds as she’s forced to orally service her second girl of the night.
I stare at the Webling’s creamed cunt and mutter to myself, “I could go for a little desert…”
Laying down to get a good angle, I slide between Dura’s legs and beneath Spindle’s middle to access the Wicked Weaver’s dripping nether hole. My lips hunt the Webling’s orchid-flower labia and find Cottontail’s flavor. My mouth forms a seal on the stuffed honeypot at the base of the vulva’s ‘V’ as I devour the two loads my powderpuff-tailed baby-mama deposited there. Spindle’s pedipalps grab my head tight and crush me against her sex as I lick, suck, and drink from this perverted cup.
After thoroughly cleaning her channel, I nibble her petals, find her clit, and flick my tongue until the dark Webling shudders and moans. Her pedipalps relax their grip as she climaxes.
“Mmmph!!!”
Standing, I pat my belly with satisfaction and look around for my next partner.
Lucinia, Megan, and Gale got free of Olindia’s slime tendrils at some point and the three of them are having a good time. The two Harpies are eating out the petite mouse girl’s front and back simultaneously in an indirect kiss, their lips separated by bare inches of ass and pussy.
Megan’s tail squirms in delight, and her high-pitched groans of pleasure carry across the room as her holes are relentlessly plundered by avian predators. She holds Gale’s head for balance while supporting herself with her feet on the bird girl’s naked shoulders.
Emerald-green eyes heavy with lust meet mine as I cross the space between us to silence the mouse girl with my mouth in a deep kiss. I take her C-cup breasts in my hand and pinch her little nipples as our tongues dance. Then I’m trailing kisses across Megan’s neck and shoulders before closing my teeth on the flesh of her sensitive fuzzy ear.
“Ahhh!! Alex, yes!” Megan cries as pleasure consumes her rational mind.
A choking sound from nearby steals my attention.
“Olindia, Spindle, it’s my turn with her,” the three-dick-wielding Goblin announces over the limp Cinderwolf girl.
“Why, certainly!” the Webling says with a final affectionate pat to the canine’s spit-soaked pussy. She snaps her fingers, and the Dark Magic restraints vanish, though the ball gag remains. Spindle saunters over to the curvy Goblin and brazenly grabs one of Gabby’s heavy tits to fondle as she stares down at the head-shorter girl, neon purple eyes meeting wild yellow irises. Gabby doesn’t flinch. “You’re a spirited one. Not a drop of fear in you. Spindle likes that.”
“And you’re a bold one,” Gabby replies as she takes one of the Twisted dildoes in hand to rub the tip against Spindle’s vulva. The Webling’s nether pedipalps grip the shaft like an extra pair of hands, holding it firmly in place without pushing it away. “If you hurt my family, I’ll kill you.”
“Nnnggghhh!!!” Spindle’s body tenses, she bites her lip, and her eyes lose focus momentarily as juices squirt from her cunt onto Gabby’s Twisted rod. “Fff-fuck, that’s good. Spindle’s going to cum again if you keep glaring and threatening her like that. What’s your full name, beautiful?”
Gabby’s eyes narrow. “Not telling.”
Spindle grins happily as the adversarial Goblin refuses to break their staring contest. Another of her hands dips to caress the green labia below Gabby’s wooden erection. “How about Spindle calls you Bonsai? Because there’s a whole tree’s worth of pluck in this little sex pot.”
“Try it and see what happens.”
The dildo’s tip doesn’t leave Spindle’s pussy as the Webling leans in, slowly bringing her lips closer to Gabby’s. “Let’s get along for Alex’s sake, yes? There’s plenty of prey here to go around, but Spindle can’t help wanting for such a gorgeous Goblin to fuck… her… cunt… raw.” The Wicked Weaver’s third hand tenderly brushes a lock of Gabby’s short black hair from the green-skinned girl’s face before she delivers a hot and steamy kiss.
Gabby reciprocates the Webling’s warm attentions with aggressive vigor, locking their lips together in a fierce battle. While Spindle’s main two eyes close, Gabby keeps hers open to watch the glowing jewel-like orbs on the Webling’s forehead.
Spindle breaks the kiss breathless and gasping, opening her main eyes to meet the Goblin’s challenging gaze again. “Later.” The Webling plants a final soft peck on Gabby’s cheek as they disengage. Her hips sway as she leaves, and Gabby’s head turns to watch her go. “Spindle looks forward to seeing what happens, Bonsai.”
My Goblin wife doesn’t take the bait, intent on collecting her ‘winnings’ from Suka before anything else.
The sex-dazed Cinderwolf girl regains her wits in time to see Gabby standing over her. Rather than submit, Suka jabs an accusatory finger at the Goblin girl, saying, “Mmmph, mphph! Mph?” It takes her a second to realize she still has the ball gag.
“Let me guess,” Gabby replies, “You think Megan doesn’t count because she belongs to Gale, Aello doesn’t count because Alex didn’t bring her into the hut, Lucinia doesn’t count because she’s not an official harem member, and Dura doesn’t count because she met Alex yesterday.”
“Mph-mph mph!” Suka nods enthusiastically as if to say, ‘Yes, yes, exactly!” through her gag.
“Sorry, Suka,” I say with honest remorse. “I tried. I really tried to keep my standards high today. I turned down a bunch of cute Harpy boys, I didn’t go after the exotic Harpy girls (I do still kind of want to fuck a flamingo girl), I deeply regret not screwing a sexy Kobold femboy, and I didn’t have time to seduce the Lizard-trans-man. I have marks from spider girls besides Spindle, but there’s this weird gap in my memory…? Whatever, the point is, Gale and Spindle definitely count, and Gabby would win the bet if you attributed even a quarter-point to each the other girls. Actually, there’s an argument that all the Harpies on the mountain are part of my extended harem, now… shit.”
“Yes, the bottom line is, no matter how you slice it, you lost the bet, Suka. Time to pay up.” Gabby tosses her two Twisted dildoes on the hut’s floor, then waggles her crotch wand to weave lines of green aura in the air. Vines grow from the floorboards that latch onto the bases of the fallen wooden phalluses and brandish them at Suka’s bottom. Another hip waggle produces strands of blue aura that shoot streams of slippery crab foam onto the two Twisted rods, fully coating them in liberal lubrication.
Suka raises an eyebrow at the beneficent gesture.
Gabby gives her the greedy Goblin gaze I’m all too used to being on the receiving end of. “I’m a monster, not evil. This is just a punishment game, after all. You have three fuck-holes, and I have three dicks now. Do the math, bitch.”
The air holes of the Dark Magic ball gag in Suka’s mouth merge and its diameter widens, further straining the Cinderwolf girl’s jaw while providing a convenient cock-shaped hole in the center. Gabby looks over her shoulder to see Spindle blow a kiss with one hand while manipulating a few strands of sooty purple energy with another.
My Goblin wife shrugs, then waggles her magic stiffy a third time. Green aura again.
Vines erupt from the floorboards that grab and encircle Suka’s wrists. At Gabby’s direction, they tighten, reeling in and pulling the Cinderwolf into a sitting position… dragging her ass onto the two Twisted dicks aiming at Suka’s vulnerable flower and rosebud.
“Awhhhnn!” Suka moans through the wide hole of her deep throat gag as her nethers are penetrated, tongue lolling without lips or teeth to hold it in place.
“Gah, ah… ahn!” Gabby groans while practically doubling over as sweat beads on her dark-green blushing face. Her hips buck involuntarily as Suka squirms in her restraints. I know well how intense the doubled sensations of multiple dicks can be. If this is Gabby’s first time experimenting with them, I totally sympathize.
Through an effort of will, Gabby straightens, grabs Suka’s bone ash grey hair by the root, and pulls the Cinderwolf’s gaping mouth-pussy onto her cock.
“Ahhh!” Gabby moans as she starts humping the helpless wolf girl’s face. The disembodied dicks controlled by vines begin pumping into Suka’s ass and pussy at a steady, alternating pace.
Spindle smiles widely and winks a glowing purple eye at me. “Enjoying the show, Vermillion?”
I swallow my mouthful of roasted pork after holding it for what feels like minutes. “I can’t wait to watch her pound your pussy into the ground if that’s what you mean. Don’t get your hopes up if you think she’s going to be tired after this.” I know from experience how demanding the greedy Goblin can get.
The Webling holds her face in two hands while caressing her curves with her second pair. “Spindle can’t wait either~” Then her attention shifts to the Amazonian woman beside me. “Hello there, you exquisite sculpture of muscle. May I have the pleasure of taking you to heaven with my mouth?” She lolls her tongue lewdly at the Ogress. “Spindle can breathe through the spiracles in her spider half, letting her give oral for hours without coming up for air~”
This information is relevant to my interests.
“Dura pref’r do the licking,” she answers, referring to the Ogre Fen’s culture of the dominant partner avoiding ‘submissive’ sex positions.
“Sadly, Spindle is too small to let you 69 her cunt… Unless you’re interested in tasting my rod?” The Webling everts the purple phallus from her spider-half in demonstration.
The Ogress shakes her head in the negative. She really doesn’t like giving fellatio unless she has the excuse of taking her meal from my cock.
“Dura,” I grab her attention, “Isn’t your clit big enough now you’d basically be skull-fucking her?” Of course, I’m exaggerating to stroke Dura’s ego, but I’m in favor of whatever gets the Ogress over her hangup so she can enjoy top-tier oral.
The Webling eagerly goes along with my suggestion, spreading her lips and cheeks with her fingers. “Please, Spindle wants you to grab her head and screw her mouth-pussy!”
With her dominance reassured, Dura grabs a handful of indigo pixie-cut and pulls the Webling to her groin by the hair.
Spindle wastes no time injecting her aphrodisiac venom directly above Dura’s erect clitoris. The Webling starts lovingly licking the walnut-sized pleasure button, making her Ogress partner squirm.
“Ahhhnnn!” Dura screams in overwhelmed bliss.
“I’ll taste your… um, rod,” Flou says in her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime form. She didn’t go anywhere after Gabby got up, preferring to spectate from her Swarm bodies for the moment. Now she’s interested in taking some dick.
Spindle nods her consent, and the Fuzzy Slime shlorps over to envelop the everted purple phallus. The Webling plants her spider half’s six legs on the ground to properly plow the Fuzzy onahole.
I realize I’m getting full of pork and stand. Approaching Dura from behind, I place the succulent meat in the Ogress’s free hand and bring it to her gaping lips. The taste of fine cooking awakens Dura’s other carnal hunger, and the Ogress buries Spindle’s face in her pussy as she sloppily devours the roast.
“Mmm, mmph~!” Spindle makes cheerful, contented sounds as she’s forced to orally service her second girl of the night.
I stare at the Webling’s creamed cunt and mutter to myself, “I could go for a little desert…”
Laying down to get a good angle, I slide between Dura’s legs and beneath Spindle’s middle to access the Wicked Weaver’s dripping nether hole. My lips hunt the Webling’s orchid-flower labia and find Cottontail’s flavor. My mouth forms a seal on the stuffed honeypot at the base of the vulva’s ‘V’ as I devour the two loads my powderpuff-tailed baby-mama deposited there. Spindle’s pedipalps grab my head tight and crush me against her sex as I lick, suck, and drink from this perverted cup.
After thoroughly cleaning her channel, I nibble her petals, find her clit, and flick my tongue until the dark Webling shudders and moans. Her pedipalps relax their grip as she climaxes.
“Mmmph!!!”
Standing, I pat my belly with satisfaction and look around for my next partner.
Lucinia, Megan, and Gale got free of Olindia’s slime tendrils at some point and the three of them are having a good time. The two Harpies are eating out the petite mouse girl’s front and back simultaneously in an indirect kiss, their lips separated by bare inches of ass and pussy.
Megan’s tail squirms in delight, and her high-pitched groans of pleasure carry across the room as her holes are relentlessly plundered by avian predators. She holds Gale’s head for balance while supporting herself with her feet on the bird girl’s naked shoulders.
Emerald-green eyes heavy with lust meet mine as I cross the space between us to silence the mouse girl with my mouth in a deep kiss. I take her C-cup breasts in my hand and pinch her little nipples as our tongues dance. Then I’m trailing kisses across Megan’s neck and shoulders before closing my teeth on the flesh of her sensitive fuzzy ear.
“Ahhh!! Alex, yes!” Megan cries as pleasure consumes her rational mind.
A choking sound from nearby steals my attention.
