Instead of thrusting its dick inside me, Oocovrop inflated it and then shrinked it in rapid succession. The walls of my pussy were pushed and pulled, until its cock was molded in their shape.
Its dick shrunk again, and so did its body. Its face and ears became rounder, its eyes darker, its nose larger, its mouth thinner, its hair shorter and brown. The monkey stopped wanking. I was staring at Tamiel’s grinning face.
Oocovrop lessened the grip of its leglock. I could have moved away if I had wanted to.
I didn’t.
Its mouth opened wide, and its tongue went in my mouth. Its dick was tiny, but it moved precisely to my weak spots. It felt good.
Oocovrop pulled it out, stood up and backed away, leaving me wanting for more.
The monkey shyly came forward on his toes. I welcomed him with open arms, ready to hug him.
Tamiel reverted to his real form. It was the first time anyone of us had seen him naked.
As a 40 year old (about 16 in human years) I always knew Tamiel was older than me. Yet his appearance is that of a child, and I had often treated him as such.
I was ready to make a man out of him.
His dick was really huge.
At least for a halfling. Even fully erect, it was barely longer than my finger, yet almost as large as his arm.
Tamiel leaned forward, aligning his hips to my groin, and his lips to mine. He didn’t reach them, so He settled for sucking my nipples instead. He looked like a hungry baby trying to suck milk out of me.
He slowly pushed the tip of his penis against my pussy lips, trying to penetrate my urethra.
The rest of the party busted out in laughter. Tamiel’s face turned red with embarrassment.
I spread my labia apart and pushed a finger inside to show him the real entrance. His nimble fingers joined mine. He tickled my clitoris and slid into my slit. Two of his fingers and two of mine worked together to bring me to extasy. He slowly twirled his fingers around the upper walls of my vagina, following my rhythm.
His fingers were nimble, yet harder than steel. The dragon’s blood had dried.
It was fun, but I wanted more.
I grabbed him by the wrist and pushed on his elbow towards me.
His hand was inside me up to the wrist. He clenched it in a fist, on instinct. His knuckles were stuck between my pussy folds. He opened his hand and explored my cunt, rubbing it with the open palm.
I allowed him to take control and use me as He pleased. My hands were busy squeezing my tits as He pushed his arm further inside me.
He was struggling to push his elbow through. He twisted his arm as if he was throwing a punch and pressed forward. His elbow slid in and his fingers reached my womb, tickling it. At this point, his whole arm was inside me. Only his shoulder was still outside.
He slowly pulled out his arm from me. His cock was eager to take its place. In a single thrust, He was balls deep into me and He shook his hips back and forth. I could barely feel anything. And He noticed.
He shoved his testicles inside me too. And still, nothing. I held back a yawn. He was visibly frustrated.
Suddenly, his cock grew tenfold, his body covered in purple feathers, his hands turned into paws, his feet into talons, and his mouth into a sharp, curved beak.
The owlbear gripped my shoulders tightly in his paws, but He couldn’t sink his claws in my Mythril-hard skin. I felt no pain from his rough caresses, only pleasure.
He was as gentle as an owlbear can be. I rolled to the side, prone and facing away from him. He ravaged my cunt for minutes on end, his claws cupping my breast. The feathers on his dick tickled me. He opened his beak to let out a frightening shriek. I opened my mouth wide to let out moans of pleasure. I had no fear. My tongue intertwined with his. It was slippery and oddly cold and tasted like raspberries.
His movements got slower and more sporadic. He was about to cum but we both wanted it to last longer. I crawled away from him and he pulled out. Changing position would have helped him edge for a few more minutes. Better yet, He changed shape.
A large grey direwolf stood where the owlbear once was. His tongue was sticking out and I wanted him to stick it in me. I spread my thighs and offered myself to him. He came to lap pussy juices from his favourite bowl. The texture on his tongue was rough like the bark of an old willow. It adhered to my cunt better than an elf’s tongue ever could, but it would have left scratches had my skin not been impenetrable.
He rolled his tongue in the shape of an U and pushed it inside me. There, it unrolled and twirled and twisted back and forth like a hurricane. I closed my eyes and laid back, forsaking all my senses to focus on the pleasure. I was going crazy.
His tongue split in half inside me. It grew longer and thinner. I raised my head and opened my eyes to find a rattlesnake the size of an anaconda in front of me. The tip of his tail looked like a rosary, only each bead was the size of an apple. His tongue hissed frantically, vibrating within me.
Tamiel raised his head and stared me in the eyes. I didn’t want his tongue to leave me. He crawled around me and wrapped me in his coil. I felt his scales climbing my body, hugging it tightly. Between my thighs, on my chest, and around my neck.
I felt suffocated. He wrapped me so tightly that I couldn’t contract my diaphragm. I couldn’t breathe. I opened my mouth gasping for air, and He seized the opportunity to force his forked tongue down my throat.
The end of his tail was pressed against my cunt. His rattle vibrated against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure across my body. But He wasn’t aiming at my slit. He was aiming at my ass. He pushed a bead in. Then two, then three. I couldn’t feel any pain, but my mind was going blank from the pleasure and the lack of air. After all the effort I had made to become invincible, I thought I would have died there and then.
His mouth was open wide. All I could see were his venomous fangs. He wrapped my tongue with his own just like He had done with my body. I was at his mercy. Thankfully, He decided to spare me.
Just before I fainted, He let me go and I collapsed to the floor. Exhausted and out of breath.
When I came back to my senses, I was tied to a gigantic spider web, my arms and legs spread apart. It was sticky like the sap of a jasmine leaf. A spider twice my size was dangling on a thread of silk as thick as a rope, hanging from the ceiling. The spider climbed down his thread and jumped on the web I was tied to, making it shake violently.
The spider got on top of me and lowered his abdomen. His precum coated dick looked like a giant sting oozing poison. As it came and went inside me, his hairy legs brushed against mine. The echo of my laughs filled the cave as Tamiel tickled me this way.
His pedipalps rubbed my breast as we fucked, spreading saliva all over my tits.
He folded his web around me, trapping me like a cocoon. I was covered in spider silk from head to toe. And the saliva He slobbered on my breast was starting to itch as it dried. My moans of protest were muffled by the silk rope I was gagging on.
The need to scratch my chest was as great my desire to finger myself. I tried to break my arm free from the web, but to no avail.
As his thrusts grew more intense, I sank my teeth deeper into the silk I was gagging on. I figured that munching it little by little, eventually I would have cut it.
It took me longer than I expected, but it worked. I munched on the web which restrained my arm too. Finally, I was free to scratch my tits.
I grinded my nails on my mithril hard skin until my nails broke, and the itch stopped.
Meanwhile, Tamiel’s thrusts were becoming less intense. He was about to cum again. So, He pulled out.
The cocoon I was in slowly descended back to the ground, then the string it was tied to was severed.
Falling from such a height, even encased in silk, would have definitely killed me if it weren’t for the dragon’s blood.
Dozens of sleek black tentacles and sharp jaws tore my cocoon apart. The creature Tamiel had turned into was a tangled mess of tentacles, whose many eyes emitted a faintly glimmer as they popped like pimples before turning into gaping mouths.
The creature came forward, crawling on his tentacles, like a pit of snakes moving in unison. His mouths hungry to have a taste of my flesh.
Up close I realized his tentacles were all coming from his mouths, and they weren’t tentacles at all; just really long tongues.
Each of those tongues then engulfed me completely. Every inch of my body was being licked. Each of my limbs was covered in saliva.
I stuck out my tongue like a thirsty bitch and immediately three tongues came to explore my mouth. Two others were busy twirling around my hard nipples. Four others were sliding across my slit. Out of these four, three entered inside my pussy and lubed it with spit. As they twitched and twirled inside me, they became intertwined.
That was my breaking point. My heart felt like bursting. A raging fire built up inside me. I knew if I had tried to extinguish it, it would have consumed me and turned me to ashes. Tamiel was taken aback and returned to his original form. My whole body twitched and was shaken in convulsions. I just knew I had my first orgasm.
I came repeatedly, panting and screaming at the top of my voice, until I was out of breath.
All of my companions gathered around me in a circle, each beating his own dick furiously.
Tamiel was first. He came mostly over my chest. I couldn’t believe someone so small could have so much semen in his body.
Oocovrop came second. I held my mouth open for its load. Ropes of cum were flung at my face and filled my mouth.
Then came Rogor. His dick erupted all over my body. A few drops landed on my head and sticked to my hair like a gel.
Finally, it was Fusteg’s turn. I observed him rhythmically beat his meat to me.
I began licking the cum off my skin, just to tease him. It was hard to tell whether it was Rogor’s or Oocovrop’s or Tamiel’s. It tasted both sweet and salty.
With the cum stuck to my hair, I fashioned myself a new hairstyle and smiled at Fusteg. He smiled back.
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