“Now you understand.” I whispered lovingly, running my fingers through her matted hair, “You’re like me, Elena.”
“Yes.” Elena mouthed, her bulging eyes trembling.
I looked at Brock, who was stroking his still-hard cock, the dark length of it shining with Elena’s anal lust. Without prompting, my hermaphroditic lover elevated her pelvis, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
Brock gripped her muscular thighs, splayed them with her heels resting on his shoulder, and slowly took Elena’s final virginity. She whimpered in my lap, gritting her teeth against the pain. Her pussy wasn’t as malleable as her rectum, and though it was slickened with her desire, her body was forced to acclimate to Brock’s overbearing girth. She cried out and thrashed, and I steadied her with my hands on her shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Her slaves knelt around us, gawking at the display of their master so humbled, so vulnerable.
“You can do it, Master!” Opal encouraged, taking one of her hands.
“Just a little more!” Ruby nodded, taking the other.
Elena gripped their hands with white-knuckled intensity as she struggled with the last few inches of Brock, her thighs quivering, her heels kicking. She whined and sputtered, then went silent with a gasp. Brock’s crotch pressed to hers; he was all the way in. Elena’s head dropped in my lap, all strength washing from her. Her eyes remained unfocused for a moment, then clarified. She smiled weakly up at me.
“I guess I’m officially a woman now.”
“You sure took a round-about way of getting there.” I sniggered.
Elena’s eyes twinkled with something wild. “Ass to cunt is the only way a faggot whore like me can be deflowered.” Then she grabbed me, spinning in an athletic twirl, tumbling until she was atop me. She squealed as she stirred herself around Brock’s girth, and needed to catch her breath against my breast. The she looked up at me with that wild glimmer in her sapphire eyes, her white hair in frayed disheveled strands before her ravenous expression. “You called me some very mean names, Your Highness.”
I grinned back. “I only told you the unfettered truth.” Brushing her hair aside, I whispered, “You faggot whore.”
Brock thrusted into Elena, and Elena thrusted into me. We cried out, our joined bodies sticky with the hot nectar between our squishing bellies and breasts, sullying our flesh as we sullied our insides. Elena’s penetrating drives were propelled by the orc behind her, blasting her crotch against mine, burying herself to the hilt in my depths. She was smiling as she was fucked, the darkness pervading her demeanor, the avarice and pitiless expression growing across her face. As we rocked to the fervent rhythm of Brock’s thrusts, Elena began to take control of me. Her hand snaked up my chest, up my neck, and wrapped around my throat. Her other hand found the back of my head, and she wrenched it back with a grip hair, choking me with the other. I squealed, the sound sputtering from me as Elena’s grip tightened, the pleasure within rising and crashing in cascades, each one greater than the last.
“You did this to me!” Elena snarled. My vision was inverted, my crown pressed to the floor, my back arching to press my body deeper into Elena’s.
“Yes!” I screamed, reveling in her savagery, “I raped you! I mutilated you and transformed you!”
Her grip tightened, the airways blocking. I couldn’t breathe, the pressure in my face was mounting, my eyes were bulging. And with the growing agony in my starving chest, the ecstasy in my nethers rose, the violent piercing of my insides from the one I loved, ravaging me with her animalistic rage. We were beasts, nothing more. I drove my heels into the ground, elevating my pelvis so that she could ruin me more, her cock churning my tender insides into a mess of visceral sensations, tendrils of electric pain and pleasure coursing through me.
“I hate you. I love you.” Elena’s breath was in my nostrils, her expression heated and warped, “You took everything from me. You gave me everything.”
“I know!” I choked out, “I never gave you a choice! I took what I wanted!”
“Now I will take what I want.” Elena’s eyes were crazed, her breaths short, her face flushed. She licked my face from chin to eye, marking me as hers, her possession, her thing to enjoy and discard. I wilted beneath it, succumbing so easily to her prowess, this wicked side of her that I had awakened, that I loved so much.
“Take me! I’m yours!” I squealed, awash in the sensations roiling in my depths. Brock turned us over, our hair flailing, our bodies grappling for purchase. We were straddled atop him a second later, heaving up and down to the fervent pace of his thrusts, Elena absorbing every inch of his lust deep within her, and giving it to me with all the hatred and love she could. I gripped her ass and spread it wide, and felt Elena surge against me when Brock pushed three fingers into gaping hole. She loosed my throat only to retaliate with her fist, burying herself to the wrist in my favorite spot, the fleshy cuff closing around her forearm, pulsing to suck her deeper into my tender filthy depths. Our mouths connected in a voracious devouring, snarls and growls filtering from the joining of lips and tongues, our bodies trying to merge. Her knuckles pressed against her cock from the wrong side, and the thin strand of sanity that held me snapped. I drifted in a pink haze of ecstasy with her, my love, ascending in a crescendo of sensation, ravaging each other with all the passion our mania could bring. We cried out, our voices high and robbed of breath, our eyes staring into each other, tasting the ecstasy of the other as I melded our minds. We came as one like that, joined truly as equals. For my dark jewel was every-bit the depraved slut I was. I could taste it on her.
ZANDER
Prestira came slinking over to me, her alabaster flesh covered in suction welts, her hair a disheveled mess of ringlets.
“You’ve been abandoned.” I mused, looking at the ring of succubi around Elena, Yavara and Brock.
Prestira smiled ruefully, and collapsed exhaustedly in the chair beside me. “As have you, dearest love. Enjoying yourself?”
I glanced down at the cock in my hand, lying flaccid and limp, already spent. “It seems I can’t even do that anymore.”
“That happens when you get old.” Prestira sighed, transforming back into herself, “Even if we’re ageless, the soul still feels the years.” She looked over at Trenok, Certiok and Patricia, who were in a writhing pile atop the table, “The young don’t know how good they have it.”
“We used to go at it for hours.” I said, pulling her into my embrace, “Now I’ve only got one shot, and it’s been fired.”
“Hmm.” Prestira hummed in my shoulder, planting a kiss there, “Maybe you just need to change weapons then. Destiny has quite a few arrows in her quiver.”
“I wouldn’t want to traumatize our resident orc chieftain.” I chuckled, gesturing to Brock, who looked like he was trying to drive both Elena and Yavara through the floor.
Prestira laughed with me. “If he’s fucking Elena, I don’t think he’ll be too worried about you.”
“Maybe I just don’t want him to know I sucked his cock. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Prestira’s mouth was on my ear then, her tongue tickling my lobe. “I’ll let you do that thing to me. You know what I’m talking about.”
I turned to her, my brows raised. “You serious?”
She nodded, biting her lip, her white eyes glinting with excitement. “But only if Destiny does it. C’mon, Honey; let’s show these whippersnappers how it’s done.”
DESTINY
My nipples were painfully stiff, engorged with my arousal, leaking milk. I parted from Prestira’s kiss with a gasp, pressing my body to her, my hands gripping her modest glutes as I hoisted her onto the table.
“Do it.” She whispered on my lips. I kissed her again, and as I did, my tongue changed in her mouth. It elongated and smoothed, the buds becoming sucking nodes, the tip becoming the point of a tentacle that slithered down her throat. She gasped, taken aback by the sudden invasion, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t if she wanted to. My fingers transformed, becoming pink and boneless, a squishing texture of elongated tendrils studded with hundreds of sucking rings at the bottom. The tentacles snaked around Prestira, wrapping her belly, encircling and squeezing her breasts, slithering wetly around her ankles, knees, and thighs, pulling her body into a vertical spread-eagle, then moving between her legs. I felt her scream of horror and delight vibrate around the tentacle in her throat, and I smiled open-mouthed at her, massaging her esophagus with my new tongue. Then, staring into her wide quivering eyes, I poised the tips of six tentacles to her holes, and entered her.
Her arms flung outward, her shoulder pinched, her head tilted to the ceiling to exalt a soundless cry, muffled by the wriggling member that violated her throat. Three tentacles entered her anus, and three entered her pussy, sliding slickly together, expanding her gradually with their increasing girths. Her anal rim tightened around the pliant limbs, the undersides of the tentacles turned outward so that the suckers slid along her clinging exit, torturing her nerves with the squelching notched surface. Her nether-lips gripped the corkscrewing members as they explored her erogenous depths, the tentacular suckers running against her clit as they popped one by one inside her tightening sheath. Her anus became swollen with the relentless suction, her nether lips fattened and blushed, her clitoris engorging from its hood to feel the tender pits of each passing node. Filming my appendages was a lubricant that acted as a muscle relaxant, and so while Prestira was violated in a way she’d never known before, there was no pain for her. I wriggled inside her, corkscrewing deeper until I found the resistance of her cervix. I paused, then extended the curious point of one tentacle, and tickled her inner aperture. Prestira’s eyes flashed wide open, she shook her head frenetically, screamed something around the grotesque pink girth that slithered through her lips. I wrapped a tentacle around her neck, and stayed her head with a firm, but gentle constriction, stroking her cheek with the slimy tip. She relaxed, resigned to her fate, her white eyes wide in anticipation, beckoning me. I dilated her cervix with the prodding flicks of the tentacle, feeling the fleshy sphincter throb within her, then open. And there, watching her face widen in realization, I violated the last sanctity of Prestira Rasloraca. My tentacles surged into her womb, the suctioning rings tasting every surface of her insides, impregnating her in a pulsing spiral of slimy limbs. Her pelvis was distended with the fullness of it, the three tentacles coiled within, moving beneath the flesh. Her eyes rolled back, and a guttural primal sound emanated from around the gagging tentacle. Then her lips closed to suck the repulsive meat in her mouth, and she succumbed completely to the abhorrent lust I forced into her. With an evil grin, I pushed my anal tentacles past the resistance of her colon, and squirmed them into her bowels.
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