All Alped Up (MGE Commission)

Commissioned by Tahu1809

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Sam smiled as he looked down at the latest iteration of the potion that would hopefully save his morality. A morality threatened by the horrible mamono mages who desired his sexual interests turned in a rather… paedophilic direction. On an average day, unlike his sister, Sam didn’t actually care too much about mamono. They were a problem for the Order and those who closely followed the will of the Chief God. Not that he wasn’t a worshipper, but he had no interest in ending up conscripted into a war he cared nothing about only to get raped at the end of whatever crusade they called. Besides, the Northern Kingdom of Sordan was doing well enough against regular monsters.

But when the mamono mages, or any other mamono threatened to alter his very mind? That’s when he took exception, and a baphomet threatening him with “Teaching him the wonders of loli love,” very much fit.

Now of course he had no illusions of actually winning any bout with a baphomet, or of possibly running away from her. His time researching mamono at the academy, not to mention for the creation of his potion he had now had revealed to him the great reach of any such powerful monsters. Racoon illusionists, aerial dominance, teleportation, etcetera… There were so many tools the baphomet could use to snatch him from away from wherever he escaped to.

However, befuddling them could be possible for a time, letting him steal victory from the jaws of defeat.

Not to mention becoming his true self. A self he’d longed for… for quite a time.

Taking a deep breath, Sam smelled his brew, his corrupt little potion, the thing that would let him both save his mind, and finally let him shed this horrible shell he’d been slipped into on accident. It would have happened eventually, he knew it. He’d learned about it when he’d discovered an old text by a bygone inquisitor that discussed the matter of “alps.” Men whose desires were not “pure” would become them even if they denied it. Alps would come from those who would feel lust for when the looked upon men, even if they felt the same for women.

Sam’s desires certainly weren’t pure, especially when he looked to his friend Karl, how he’d grown to be a strapping lad. The man’s muscles had become pillars of marble, his chest huge and defined. Karl’s abs could be used to grate cheese, and his jaw was strong enough to have been chiselled from granite. Seeing him in any kind of state of undress…

Sam shivered at the thought, while he was enticed by the female form too, perhaps a bit too much in certain regards, Karl was pretty much his only friend, and despite himself… he knew that if he were to be corrupted now, with not baphomet interference, there was no doubt that he would Alp.

Thus, his corrupt potion… he needed a better name for it. 

Well, no time like the present. Swirling the potion around a bit, Sam poured it out into his cup. The brew smelt like Cinderbell tea, a somewhat expensive tea many minor nobles enjoyed that Sam used as a base. Taking a deep breath, Sam downed the tea in a single gulp before setting the teacup down. For a moment, nothing happened, alarm bells started to sound outside, but Sam ignored them. Nothing he’d be able to do about it anyways. 

It started off with warm blooming from just about everywhere. Not just his loins though even as his cock hardened, but his whole body. Sam swallowed his spit, but his mouth was starting to get dry while his body continued to heat up. Unable to help it Sam started to pant like a dog, while at the same time he felt sweat starting to spread across his body. Despite it, he felt like it was barely helping with the heat. Needing to cool down, Sam shed his clothes, the things falling to the floor, and already they were nearly soaked. With a finger Sam flicked it across his sweat soaked arm, and it was almost like sliding a finger against a dewy leaf, water gathering around his fingers, and then he soon noticed the hair. His finger had come away with not just sweat, but the hair had come right off, and it left smooth skin behind. Looking down Sam noticed that his clothes had also ended up covered in his hair, and as he felt himself dripping, he gazed down to see his body hair following the sweat as it slid into a puddle below him. 

As Sam marvelled, he started to feel his ass, his thighs, and his loins growing even hotter. Sam reached down, touched them and it felt like his hands were cool by comparison. On instinct Sam reached for his genitals, before pulling away, a gasp escaping his mouth as his cock had jumped right to attention. The thing was smaller, and yet it twitched with a furious vigour as Sam nearly came from just that. The sensation of pleasure that had ripped through him had been so intense that he’d nearly fallen back. It’d been enough that he almost didn’t notice it as he felt his thighs beginning to touch, or his ass getting thicker, and rounder. Then paying attention to his chest, Sam saw his nipples growing, quill tip sized nubs expanding as they grew turgid, before his breasts started to rapidly balloon, growing a cup every few moments as the heat got turned up on his chest as well. It was like a sauna, and then Sam made the mistake of reaching for a breast. 

“Ooooh~!” Sam let out as he touched his breasts, not even the nipple as just the rough grab was enough to enflame his desires. Unable to hold himself back, Sam’s fingers journeyed further, sliding wonderfully up his breasts, his other hand reaching down to his even smaller cock. As soon as he reached his nipple the sensation of sensual delight filled him and nearly made him start to cum. The moment he wrapped his soft, smooth hand around his cock, it was like he’d thrown an oil pot into the lustful fire at his core. He felt the mechanisms of his member start to churn, his balls pulling in, his dick growing ever more sensitive as he rapidly jerked his now micro dick in with his fingers, his eyes rolling back as the sensations over took him. Sam let out a moan as the orgasm ripped through her, jism spraying into her hand as her eyes crossed, her mouth hanging open as she fell to her knees, her hips shaking and humping at her hand, prolonging the delightful pleasure rapidly burning her up from the inside out. 

In a haze of lust, Sam at some point brought her cum stained fingers up to her lips and started to lick and suck on them, the skin turning smoother than they’d ever been while she suckled on her own seed. The taste was delicious, her arousal soaring once again as she reached down with her other hand and quickly found that instead of a micro penis, a hole had appeared. Sam didn’t even hesitate as she let her fingers dive in, sliding into her slit with no restraint, moaning aloud as pleasure started to hammer her brain once again while she explored her new cavity. 

The feeling was so intense that Sam forgot to pay attention to the other transformations enveloping her body as bones shrunk and her hips widened. Her only focus was on the fingers sliding in and out of her new loins, exploring her virgin pussy. The feeling was not unlike a reversal of when she’d stroke herself, only pushing inward rather than out. Sam moaned more as the intensity continued to ramp, unable to stop herself now that she’d begun. Sam’s fingers kept exploring her slit, diving in with nearly her whole hand until she suddenly hit a specific spot. 

“Oooooh fuck yeah~!” Sam moaned around her cum soaked digits as she started to hammer one specific spot, her G-spot. With each assault from her fingers, divine delight thundered its way forth across her body, clouding her mind even more. Her hips continued to meet her fingers as they started to speed up, while she continued to lick and suck on her cum stained ones, before she started to feel herself coming closer once again. Sam moans grew in both crescendo and speed as she got closer to her goal. As she approached the knife’s edge Sam thought of slowing down, of perhaps edging herself a bit to hold. Her inexperience though doomed her as her fingers slid across a specific spot, and Sam’s eyes widened as a blast of sensation from her clit filled her. It was enough to bring Sam’s now thick and juicy legs together around her fingers to drive them in one last time as Sam cried out around her fingers in delight as she came once again. 

Exhausted, Sam collapsed after that into a puddle of sweat and hair, uncaring for the moment as she just lay there, letting out satisfied moans as she came down from her sexual high. Sam wasn’t sure how long she lay there, but eventually she gained enough strength to push herself up, and magic’d away the mess she’d made. For a moment Sam looked to her boy clothes, and considered them for a second, before smiling and ignoring them. She wasn’t going to be confined to some boyish clothes that probably didn’t fit her any more. Sam, or rather Samantha, had better ideas.

While her sister had… burned her feminine clothes, she still had clothes here and with just a bit of a creative use of some mending spells, some new clothes could be fashioned that actually fit her new form. Walking off to her sister’s room, Samantha grabbed a plain set of clothes her sister used to relax in, and started tearing at them. In their current form they’d never be able to fit around Samantha’s new and improved body, but with a few spells…

Within minutes, Samantha slipped on her new shirt and shorts, the best she could do for now. The shorts barely fit, pressing into her ass enough to merely highlight it. Meanwhile her shirt was little more than a sturdier bra with sleeves and a collar, tied together with a belt in a vain hope to keep her breasts contained. She could see the nubs of her nipples against the fabric, and the way it rubbed as she moved, Samantha was pretty sure she’d not exactly lose her blush any time soon, especially as she admired herself in the mirror. She licked around her thick lips, and smiled at her reflection for a-

But then there was a loud series of banging at the door, with a loud voice accompanying it: “Sam, open up!”

It was her friend, Karl. For a moment Samantha licked her lips, imagining his well muscled form, taking her in his powerful arms, holding her tight, before pinning her to the ground, his erection-

“For the Chief God’s sake open the damn door!” snapped out of her little fantasy, Samantha hopped to it, walking to the door, hesitating for a second as she now looked, almost completely different. Her hesitation didn’t last long, since Karl’d need to know about the new her anyways. It’s just…

“Sam!” with that last shout she opened the door, and barely got a look outside before suddenly two women were shoved towards her. On instinct Samantha cried out, along with the two women shoved into her. Meanwhile Karl sprinted away, barely looking in her direction before leaving.

“Keep them safe!” she heard her friend call out, he was already halfway down the hall before she could even process what was going on.

“What!?” Samantha called, but got no answer as she heard her friend pound his way down the hall and then down the stairs. After a moment of confusion, Samantha and the other two women pulled away from each other, a blush graced the face of the plain blonde woman in the very expensive looking dress. She’d landed face first into Samantha’s breasts, even lingering a moment before pulling back revealing the face of one of the princesses of the realm, Evelyn. She was the youngest, and in truth plainest of the princesses. Only her expensive garb and fancy hair done in series of long spiralling curls and her pretty face did much for her, as her bust was nothing more than mosquito bites. Samantha blinked a bit as she wondered why in the Chief Goddess’ name Karl would bring the princess here. 

The other woman had instead fallen on her arm, and had picked herself up first. She was a Nun from the looks of it. She looked barely phased as she pulled away; closing the door she’d been shoved through. If Samantha could remember correctly, she was one of the newest heroes of the realm that the Chief Goddess had chosen to bless. The Nun wore the standard uniform of her previous profession, and while it might conceal some of her assets, there was still enough of a hint that she could draw attention even without her pretty face. As she moved, Samantha noticed the mace on her hip, strapped to a belt, and from her training as a mage, could feel the holy energy wafting off of it with her magical senses.

“Really, you’re the one that Karl decided to stick us with? And what exactly are you wearing? Are you a noble or just the mistress of whoever owns this apartment” Evelyn asked as she looked to at Samantha, though Samantha couldn’t help but notice as she talked, her eyes were lower than they should be. She continued to try to glance upwards, but they kept slipping back down. Samantha felt her cheeks heating up a bit, her hands coming up to hide her protruding nipples a bit, and thankfully the priestly hero came to the rescue.

“Now princess, that’s rather rude,” the priestess said, her hand landing on the princess’ shoulder as the princess harrumphed.

“Doesn’t change that it’s true, so?” she continued to press.

“This is my apartment, yes. As for my clothes, they got ruined in an experiment I was running, now what’s going on outside?”

“You don’t know?” the Nun asked and Samantha raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve been busy with my experiments all morning, now what is going on and why did Karl bring you here?”

“Beats me, I doubt you can help us escape the monsters anyways, you look like you’re about ready to become one anyways, there is no way she can help us escape,” the princess said, waving her hand in a dismissive way. The young hero girl however ignored the princess and answered instead. As she did she bowed her head, as was appropriate for a peasant born hero to do in the presence of a noble:

“Please Lady mage excuse her highness, we have both had a rather disastrous morning. We require aid in escaping this country, or even the city without being molested by the mamono forces currently sieging the city. We had been separated from the rest of the royal delegation who teleported without us and now according to Karl you are our only hope of teleporting us out of here, yourself included. Please kind lady, save us and we will forever be in your debt!” the hero pleaded. As she said the last part however the princess’ eyes widened before she lightly punched the priestess.

“Don’t make promises like that! What if she gets corrupted and then she wants to call on our debt only to use it as a trap for us? Mamono have no honour after all!”

“If you’re done bickering, I can see about getting us out of here. Now it’ll take some time so I’ll reinforce the walls and you two can make yourself comfortable. I’ve got some tea in the pitcher over there so help yourself. Don’t touch anything else though,” Samantha said, hoping that they’d just leave her be. She’d do what they wanted, and then they could leave her alone to explore her new body. Despite having denied it Samantha knew her sister had some toys around here somewhere, they could be fun to use. 

Grabbing her wand, Samantha started to cast enchantments on the walls of the apartment, giving a short incantation. While it wasn’t likely to stop any kind of determined and magically adept mamono like a Baphomet, it would keep the rabble out, long enough to finally get the two away from here. 

Meanwhile the two girls had settled down by the table as they watched her work on the enchantments. Once that was done, Samantha turned to the two. They’d gotten themselves some tea cups, and thankfully none of them looked like they’d tried to use the small carafe of Holstaur milk Samantha had on the table. Though their tea was suspiciously hot… then again, the hero was a Nun, and they generally had magical training. As it crossed her mind Samantha looked to the junior hero and asked:

“Was there any kind of magical netting going around the city?” she asked, wondering if Karl’s request was for naught. The hero looked up from the tea she was enjoying and made a questioning sound. Then she realised what Samantha was asking. 

“Magical netting? No, not that I saw,” she said and Samantha sighed in a bit of relief.

“Then there are no worries. Good. Give me a few moments to summon up the teleport portal and you two will be off,”

“What about you?” the heroine asked and Samantha shook her head. 

“All my experiments are here, I have a place I’m prepared to flee to that will take longer to teleport to,” she said, boldly lying to a paragon of the Chief God, yet she nodded along, buying it. If the heroine knew that a Baphomet was after her, or rather her male form then she might be tempted to stay and help. Heroes were like that, selfless, always wanting to help in some way, and of course self sacrificing. But she already had a plan in the works and didn’t need her help. Better she escape and help some poor sod by healing their feet cuts or their broken arms than be caught in her the machinations of a child perverting brat.

“But… what if they find you?” the priestess asked, and with a self assured chuckle Samantha decided to put a little show on for her, a fireball appearing in her hands as she let the deadly lethal explosive roll between her fingers in a move of dexterity that suddenly seemed so much easier now. Had her potion made her more dexterous as well? From her magical senses, it even felt more powerful. Something to keep in mind. 

“Let them come,” Samantha said, leaving out the part where it was the fact that her sister couldn’t turn Samantha into her husband which was going to be the disappointing part for the mamono that would come after her.

Then maybe Samantha can snap her out of whatever the Sabbath did to her.

Of course the Princess snorted at that. “You? You’ll take down the monsters that come for you? Right…”

Rather than respond however, Samantha just started to swirl her wand in the telltale pattern of a mage creating a teleportation portal. She’d be happy to finally be rid of these people soon enough. Then she can get back to her lonesome. Slowly the portal started to take shape, a purple miasma forming in a spiral around the area where Samantha was aiming her casting. Soon enough it would open up into a portal, and so long as she kept the rotation up, the teleportation miasma would remain stable. Just a few moments more and-

“Guh~!” Samantha heard and turned to look over at the pair. She was about to ask what was the matter when her eyes widened. The princess had doubled over. Her hands were trembling; her face was red as sweat started to slick her skin. For a moment the Priestess got up, before she suddenly too seemed to be struck up something. The priestess fell to the ground, and Samantha looked around for where any kind of attack could have come from. Then as she looked back, the priestess- mercy her, she’d thrown off her robe, and the princess was desperately clawing at her own garb, pulling her top down… to reveal breasts instead of a flat board and they were growing fast.

Oh no.

They’d drank her brew, they’d drank her potion!

“What did you do?” the princess demanded, looking at Samantha, her eyes filled with anger… and lust.

“Me? I didn’t, you drank my experiment!” Samantha shouted, but the two of them didn’t seem to hear it. They kept doubled over, the two’s bodies shifted and changed before her very eyes, their bodies undergoing the same kind of alterations that Samantha had. Their thighs thickened, their breasts kept growing, their asses rounding out and tightening up until they were nice and thick. The priestess’ fingers pushed through her thighs, and underneath her shorts like panties, Samantha could clearly see through the soaked white fabric. Her fingers slid between her legs, and her fingers started to rapidly slide into her slit. The priestess moaned aloud, her body reacting on instinct, her chest rubbed into the floor, her fingers hammering in and out. Samantha couldn’t look away as the junior hero fell to her desires then and there. Despite herself, despite how she desired Karl, his strong arms, his thick body, his nice and big cock, the sight of the priestess touching herself, her thick and bubble butt bouncing in sync with her fingers. The action was doing something to Samantha that she hadn’t thought possible. Samantha almost couldn’t really look away as the woman’s ass and thighs kept growing fatter and fatter. Her ass as she was transforming was becoming incredibly thick and juicy that she almost wanted to grip it, to slap it, and maybe even drive her face between the priest’s thighs. 

Fuck me, the potion’s turned me Bi. Samantha thought, her concentration eroding, the rotating of her wrist slowing down as Samantha swallowed again. The Priestess moaned some more as she continued to thrust her digits into her snatch, her fingers coming out wet from both sweat and the priestess’ arousal.

The young hero’s ass was even eye catching enough to let the princess charge at Samantha before she even realised what was going on. With a cry, the mage was bowled over by the woman. Breath was driven from Samantha as the Princess slammed into her stomach and shewas left gasping on the floor as the formerly plain girl sat on her. 

Above her now was the princess. Her blouse had popped, her breasts had bulged. The things were so massive that her face was hidden and they were likely bigger than her torso. Her nipples protruded outward as thick, hard nubs of turgid flesh. From the tips, Samanthha could see small bits of white on the tip of her breasts, milk accumulating and starting to drip from them. Behind her bountiful breasts all that Samantha could see was incredible masses of hair in drills much like before, and the tips of large black horns poking out from behind the mountainous mounds. The hair’s volume had increased enough that it pooled around them as she sat on Samantha. However it wasn’t just her breasts and hair that had gotten massive. The Princess’ rear had ended up growing huge, her thighs and ass similarly matched Samantha’s and she could feel the princess’ pussy pressing against hers. At the same time something kept swatting at her legs that felt almost like a tiny broom. Samantha had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but the princess’ hips started to shift and grind. She felt the heat of the girl’s core press into hers, their lips sliding back and forth, the two grinding against each other as the sensations filled them both with delight.

“What are- ah~” Samantha tried to say but the princess’ arms had finally come down, and landed right on Samantha’s breasts. She pressed down hard on them, her fingers finding her nipples easily and then squeezing. A bolt of pleasure rolled through Samantha as the princess continued to touch her, to fondle her breasts. At the same time she could hear the princess moaning as well, while the priestess in the background continued to finger fuck herself. 

“You betrayed uth!” the girl cried out, a lisp coming out at the end as she called out. With a ragged breath though, Samantha denied:

“No, ah, I didn’t!” but all that got her was a slap before the princess leaned down. Her breasts completely smothered Samantha’s face, her hands crushed beneath the princess’ new and massive breasts. Though curiously they were right by the blonde’s nipples, and in the basest part of her brain, Samantha was getting enjoyment of this as she started to fondle and grope the princess, paying her back for before. Milk slicked her fingers as she tugged and played starting to milk the massive heifer.

The princess let out a loud "Moo!", before she pressed her breasts even harder into Samantha’s face. Even suffocating, Samantha’s core burned with desire, her fingers teased and touched, wanting to feel her more, milking the princess as much as she could. Some part of Samantha wanted to latch onto those big, thick nipples, to suck for all of her worth, drinking in the princess' milk with gusto that would likely present her the same fate. Yet the thought of such sweet milk allured both her loins and her tongue Then the princess lifted her hips, and Samantha whined as she tried to follow, but couldn’t. All she could do now was grope and milk the princess of her precious milk, her hips shaking and her mind filled with a lustful smoke that obscured her thoughts. 

Then the princess pulled back, letting Samantha breathe. It hadn’t been long, but Samantha couldn’t help but pant, her breath ragged, her desires inflamed. She wasted no time grinding her pussy into the princess’ core, nearly making her double over from Samantha rubbing herself against her. Then Samantha saw the wet pair of panties in her hand. 

“No more talking!” The princess cried and shoved her soaked panties into Samantha’s mouth. Samantha cried out, before the scent did something to her. Her head filled even more with a heady sensation, her tongue delighted in the taste of the princess. Something was going on with her, she didn’t know what. It had to be the potion’s work, it was affecting her! Still dazed and confused however, Samantha didn’t put up any resistance, lust clouding her judgement as someone else came over. 

“Keep her still,” the princess commanded to someone, and suddenly Samantha saw a thick, juicy ass over her, the pussy of the person dripping, it’s lips inflamed and the clit was engorged enough to poke from it’s hood. 

“Yes, hah, princess,” the heroine said, before she lowered herself on Samantha. Samantha moaned, her head pressed against the woman’s pussy, her arousal wafting into her nose, slicing her thoughts asunder as the corrupt lust in her flooded her mind. At the same time the princess moved away, but before Samantha could complain, she felt hands pressing into her thighs, driving her down, and then she moaned as she felt a tongue slide against it. Samantha rode the wave of pleasure that cascaded forth from her pussy, the tongue already getting her closer and closer to cumming. Then it came again. A long, rough tongue first slammed into her clit, a tsunami rushing forth into her core, adding to the churning mess of lust in her, before the rest of the tongue would slide down. Pleasure followed the nimble and naughty organ as the priestess licked at her. Samantha could only moan as she was pleasured. There was the sound of something above, but she had no idea what as the thighs kept her deaf to the outside world. Then the priestess lifted herself up and Samantha once more moaned in anguish.

“Tho, you like transforming people huh?” Samantha heard the princess ask. Lust drunk as she was, all the wizardly bimbo could do was make a pathetic groan in her own defence as she kept licking at the panties in her mouth. 

“Let’s see what this does then,” the princess said and then something was poured onto the panties. Suddenly something thick and sweet started to soak into the panties. The taste was divine as Samantha greedily gulped it up through the panties, her eyes rolling back. As she drank, the inferno in her core blazed. Samantha moaned again. She tried to bring her hands up but two pairs of hands grabbed her arms, holding them down as Samantha jerked her hips. Something started to spring out her backside from her tailbone. At the same time, her head was so hot and Samantha let out a long, low moan into the panties while big, heavy things grew on the side of her head, and then the head spread to her breasts. It was like she was being transformed all over again, her breasts swelling even larger than before, and not only that but there was a growing pressure in them. Samantha moaned again weakly trying to resist the two transformed girls. 

“Oh ho ho ho, look at these fat tits,” the princess said, her words slurring together again as she let go. Samantha almost tried to get up, when the princess rushed forth, and took a nipple in her mouth.

“Oooo!” Samantha cried, the sensation like a bolt of lightning to her core, her pussy clenching and unclenching, the feeling almost making the former man cry out in delight. Paralysed, Samantha’s legs shook, her heart was in her throat, her breathing was ragged, her nipples were hard and leaking. Already her mind was going, the lustful fog was over taking her thoughts as Samantha let her head loll back and gyrated her hips hoping for mercy as sensual delight rocked her form. 

“Oooh, I can’t take it, please miss mage, help me~” someone said before Samantha felt the panties being pulled out of her mouth before she felt another mouth latch onto her nipple. 

“Mooooo~” was Samantha’s only response, the fog in her mind too much to even properly respond. Bliss filled her from head to toe, and she couldn’t focus on anything, the sensations were too much for her, and then her face was being crushed again. This time however Samantha’s tongue flicked out on instinct. The appendage didn’t waste time, driving itself deep into a girl’s pussy. The juices were sweet and sexy, the mere taste like adding oil to a wildfire as Samantha tried to moan again, the vibrations traveling through the pussy, making its owner moan as well before she started to grind it into Samantha. 

Something was said but Samantha couldn’t hear it, the thick thighs pressing a pussy into her face keeping her from hearing it. Even if she heard it though, Samantha likely wouldn’t have understood it as her brain was rapidly turning to mush, pleasure from her nipples dominating her world as she licked and suckled the pussy pressing into her. Then someone grabbed her arms, pulling them away from the hero's heroicly fat ass and she felt them pressed into something else. Barely took a second for Samantha to realise what they were and then started to squeeze. The princess' nipples leaked milk as Samantha started to play with her and she could hear through even the luscious thunder thighs of Klara the moo of pleasure from the princess, before Samantha moaned as well at the feeling of her own mammaries being milked by the princess' hand and mouth. The princess' tongue doing a far better job as she caressed Samantha's teat with her rough tongue, sending jolts of delight into her with each suckle.

Then like a grenade pleasure exploded through Samantha, soft fingers pressed into her pussy, a palm driving itself into Samantha’s clit. Samantha cried out again as that final act was too much for her. She felt it like a failing dam, the barrier to her cumming fell. Samantha’s feet somehow found purchase and pushed her hips up, her body extending and driving the fingers in further as Samantha couldn’t stop herself. Her hips shook with a great ferocity as they assisted the fingers in fucking her, sliding each digit over more and more of the insides of her inner lips. Sensual sensations continued to slide up her spine, the orgasm becoming full body as Samantha felt her whole body shaking while her vision went white. 

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On and on their fun continued as time lost it's meaning to the three sluts. The potion's potency drove the three's lustful eloping to new levels as the orgy continued. Samantha's head was as awash with pleasure as the others, barely able to pull herself from the delightful haze that befell her mind. Whether it was from being fuck drunk or from the Holstaur transformation Samantha didn't know. She just knew that the two hotties were wondrous companions to have as she and the princess continued to suckle and drink, feeding the heroine, and sometimes trapping her between their breasts as they writhed and rubbed at each other. 

As time went on, the domination of Samantha fell away. Their attentions would shift from one girl to the next. They'd rapidly over power the other, holding her down, their fingers dancing across her lurid form. The princess was the first they shifted to, her haughtiness and barely milked breasts drawing the heroine to jump her, pushing her down before glomping a breast and beginning to suckle on her like a babe. The pleasure it brought let Samantha break the hold, and begin to suckle the princess' other teat. Joining in on holding the princess down and her fingers let her return the favour to the princess. The holstaur writhing in their clutches as they finger fucked and sucked her teats, pleasure easy to see on her face as her blush intensified and her eyes half lidded as sensual delight filled her mind with a mind numbing lust. These switches continued on as the orgy combined with those sounds of pleasure that were ever approaching in the distance outside, the monsters rapidly conquering the city and pushing forth to the noble quarter where Samantha lived.

Samantha luxuriated in the pleasure of the other two as by now they'd once more shifted to dominating her again, their fingers as heavenly as their mouths as she was sucked and finger fucked. She writhed in the prison of wonderfully soft skin that surrounded her on all sides, when suddenly the door opened. Someone was here. Despite the sudden intrusion though, the two girls kept sucking on Samantha, and the rapturous sensations of her breasts being suckled, of her milk being slowly drawn out but two lewd mouths was nearly enough to stop her from even trying to get up.

But even if there was likely nothing to fear, there was still a chance it was some inquisitor or hero, and so Samantha gave her partners a tight squeeze, before they eventually pulled off with twin pops. Samantha pushed herself up to look at whoever had come in, ready to cast sleep on them were they hostile, but then she saw who it was.

It was Karl. Her wondrous Karl. He was stood there in his protector’s armour, one of the few in the kingdom that could stand up against demonic silver. It’d been damaged around his heart, the plate caved in from a hard blow. Karl had also lost his helm at some point, his sheath hung empty by his side, his messy hair was slick and stuck to his head. His eyes were wide, and though his face moved a bit here and there, he couldn’t look away. Samantha saw his fingers twitching as he looked to them.

“Sa, Sam?” he asked, almost chocking as he saw her, his mind no doubt barely able to match her old form with the new, what with how much she’d changed. At the same time though, the slight blush on his cheeks were rapidly deepening as he looked at all three of them. After a second of staring his mouth slipped shut, his lips pursing, and he swallowed as he looked to her. For a second, his fingers started to close into fists, his strong, masculine jaw clenching. His muscles tensing and it was all Samantha could do to keep tears back.

“Karl,” she said, her voice trembling as she said it, and yet she hoped that… that despite… despite what had happened, what she’d turned into… that… that at least he might… She wasn’t sure what, other than maybe he’d accept her, or… 

Maybe even want her?

After a moment, Karl’s shoulders relaxed, his posture shifted. He closed the door behind him, and then in one swift move, he pulled the enchanted breastplate of his off, and threw it to the side. His gambeson was next and it joined the breastplate. Samantha’s eyes widened as she once more was blessed by the sight of him, the sight of his magnificent body. A body that was trained to be able to go toe to toe with a monster girl and win. As his arms moved, she couldn’t help but admire as his alabaster column arms moved with his big, powerful pecks. His abs were hard enough to grind cheese on. In a single smooth motion, Karl’s hand gripped his belt and drew it to the side, before letting it, his pants, and then his underwear drop. Samantha’s eyes widened even further still as her mouth watered from the sight. As his pants fell, a thick, meaty rod slipped out and swung up, slapping against his bare abs once, the sound almost seeming to reverberate through the three as they all shuddered at once seeing such a powerful pecker. 

Just the thought of it was driving Samantha mad, her mind going blank as her mind was once more engulfed by a lustful shroud. Her nipples hardened, her legs and thighs rubbed together as she saw his wonderful, magnificent, massive member swinging to and fro. Were she susceptible to such things she’d have slipped into a deep trance from such a view. At some point he’d started to move, perhaps when his cock had begun to sway, and then he was nearly in front of them. Samantha couldn’t stop herself, not that she would have, as she fell back again, her arms reaching down, and used her fingers to spread her lower lips, hoping to invite in the glorious guard.

“Please Karl… I, ah, I want you, so, so much~!” she said, her voice dripping with desperation. There was a banging at the door but Samantha ignored it, instead delighting as Karl fell upon her. His fingers reached out to her, grasping Samantha’s breasts, and she couldn’t help but let out a melodious ‘moo’ for him as pleasure spread across her front. Like with the others as he touched her teats, it was like his fingers were electrified, blasting delight into her breasts and down to her core. As if drawn in by some siren’s call, Karl’s head lowered town to one of Samantha’s breasts, and she swooned as he did so. A bright smile nearly split her face as he lowered his head before he pulled a hand away, and instead caught her nipple with his mouth, his tongue giving a loving and long lick across her areola. Samantha moaned again, his tongue giving off an even more intense blast of pleasure through her before suddenly he started to suckle from her. 

“Mooo!” she cried out, her eyes going wide as the sensation was more than anything she’d ever experienced except when the girls went hard on her clit, or the few times she’d attempted to use toys on her ass as a boy and hit a spot just right. Unable to help herself Samantha’s head fell back as her legs shifted and vibrated, squirming as her cunt quivered in need. 

Then he just kept going, his mouth drinking her milk in more and more, and her enjoyment just kept increasing as he sucked more and more from her. Her moos came out longer and louder, her hips shook and spasmed as he suckled. Her eyes lost focus and her mouth fell open, unable to do anything more than luxuriate in the feeling of absolute bliss that her chest was giving her. 

Then Karl pulled away and Samantha tried to pull herself together. Trying to slow her breath a bit so she could move closer to him and-

“Moo!” Samantha cried out once more as she felt Karl grab her hips, before pulling her close to him. Then she felt his rod and a sound emerged from her mouth as her eyes widened and gained focus once more. She looked to Karl, a smile spreading across her face as she felt his hot, thick, hard cock against her lower lips. She continued to quiver down there, suddenly feeling empty, suddenly needing him in her right then and there. Samantha smile continued up above, quivering with need as well as she was nearly about to start begging to cry out for him to fuck her into the floor with his magnificent divine cock. She needed him, she so desperately needed him. Then just as she was about to start, he pulled back and-

“Mooooooo~!” Samantha cried out, her eyes rolling back instantly as her jaw dropped as if a magical detonation had just fired off in her pussy, pleasure spreading through her whole body as she was suddenly so close to cumming already even after the girls had had their way with her. She heard Karl grunt as well, enjoying himself more as he continued to slide his dick in, and Samantha couldn’t be happier. On instinct Samantha did her best to tighten herself down below, clenching as best she could to make it as good for Karl as it felt for her. Yet even as she did she couldn’t stop herself from shaking and vibrating as she started to lose control of herself. Her joy had shot up through the sky, and she tried her best to pull him in further, wrapping her legs around his torso to bring him in as close as possible. Yet as she did Karl pulled back, only to thrust in again, drawing another moo from her as she shuddered and did her best to pull him in closer. Samantha was lost in a sea of pleasure as her mind started to fill with a lustful fog of such intensity any other thought than that of her love fell by the wayside. She once more nearly came again as she felt Karl beginning to fondle her, to touch her breasts.

Then he leaned forward and his mouth latched onto her other nipple. The sudden tsunami of pleasure nearly broke the camels back as she felt she was but a hair’s breathe away from finally being pushed over. Yet her husband to be hadn’t even cum yet and she so very much wanted him to cum when she did. She needed him to cum with her so she did her best to hold out, but it was a losing battle as his strong, muscular form, his wondrous mouth, his divine cock all did their best to assault Samantha’s mind and body. They filling her with lust and delightful sensations beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. Nothing could come close, and soon enough the dam broke as suddenly Karl shifted, and it was like he’d hit a critical point in her pussy.

“Moooo! Moooo! There! Yes! Moooo!” Samantha cried out as he thrust into her more and more. His fucking became manic as Samantha felt herself cumming with him, her moans growing wanton with his as they were engulfed in twin hurricanes of joy. Pleasure filled them both as Samantha’s pussy clamped down hard on Karl’s cock, and began to pulsate. Milk spurt from Samantha’s breasts and the cowgirl let out a long and unrestrained “Moo!” as she felt her husband start to twitch and spurt. Warm hot seed spewed into her and Samantha couldn’t be happier to receive him. He kept fucking her for moments longer before in a final, dangerously powerful thrust he slammed into her at full speed, going as deep as possible. He filled her fully before more hot and virile cum blasted into her like a spell from a wand.

Driven by the warmth and pleasure of his final thrust, Samantha couldn’t help how her pussy quivered and shivered across Karl’s cock, milking him more and more, making him thrust into her ever more as he kept driving his cock in with little movements that would cause a cascade of twitches and spasms as Samantha on a hair trigger would have her orgasm prolonged from each mini thrust and each blast of hot spunk. Eventually however their bodies pulled away from each other as Samantha, nearly unconscious from the blissful delight filling her fell back. For a moment she lay there, feeling how happy she was, how full she was with Karl’s cum, and how delicious that slightly sore sensation in her pussy, like a well trained muscle that she’d love to use again.

Then the door burst open.

“Dicks out this is the Demon Lords Army! Get ready to fuck, boy!” a loud shout came from the door and Samantha looked with all the others over to the group of blue and purple skinned demons in chainmail bikinis who were in the door way trying to get in… Until they noticed the three bimbos and their hunk.

“Aw Maou… they got here first, come on girls, I think I smell uncorrupted dick this way!” the leader said before she ran off, leaving Samantha and the others to their fun.

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A Slave from Lashkhad (Original)

 

Premise: Been making my own fantasy world for a while and I thought I might as well bring some of the sexier world building up here. As such, enjoy some hentai elf sex slave getting fucked by an Orc and the head wife.

 

Started writing this months ago and then I just never finished it. Same setting as the previous snippet but based in a different part of the crumbling elven Empire.

 

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Pasiphae stirred the cooking pot in her master’s abode, keeping the soup from burning and trying her best to keep her chains from rattling and disturbing the babies that were sleeping in the sleeping area of the semi-permanent huts that her master and his wife had built up. Apparently, back in the old days before the orcs had settled the land here and created their camp, they were a nomadic people and might have moved on, but due to a dwarven fortress to the east, and the elves, Pasiphae’s people, establishing themselves in the west and now most recently in the north cutting off all chances of migrating from this place what with the mountains directly to the south, they had nowhere to go, so they established a permanent encampment here.

 

This had unfortunately led to them beginning to raid the outer lands of the Dwarven fortress of Uhmkazid, and, the southeastern lands of the Elves of Lashkhad, where her village had been. For a moment Pasiphae’s stirring slowed, as she thought of her home, thinking of the fields that her father tended… thought of how… they cut him down. The orcs had arrived without warning. One moment she was helping milk her mother of her sweet milk, something they were planning on using for Dad’s birthday breakfast, nice sweet milk from mother to go with Mom’s special berry bread she’d made. It, it was... Pasiphae put the stirring spoon to the side of the stew pot, feeling some tears well up in her eyes, and to keep herself from crying, she breathed deeply through her mouth. There was no one to see her cry so Pasiphae didn’t hide the expression that slid across her face as she did her best to keep from crying, to keep from waking the babes. She, they didn’t need to be woken up. They needed their sleep. Even so, Pasiphae didn’t know if she could hold the sounds she might make in, so she backed away from the pot, trying her best to keep her chains from rattling as she leaned back against the main support beam that helped hold up the roof. Pasiphae slid down it, her now bountiful breasts bouncing as her round bubble butt hit the wood floor.

 

Reaching forward, Pasiphae slid her arms around her knees and pulled them close, or as close as she could. Her stomach was very large at this point, her, her master, had been using her the moment he got her, using her, making her, making her feel things she had never felt before. Now, she was as round as Mom had been when Pasiphae had been milking her of her sweet milk and had sweet milk of her own, and breasts that went out as far as her belly, though were nowhere near as large. Pasiphae buried her head into her breasts, using them to muffle her sounds as she tried her best to keep from crying. She, she needed to keep her stew from burning, or her master would be angry with her.

 

But even as she tried, Pasiphae couldn’t keep from thinking back to her home, thinking of her friends, Soteria, Thea, Tryphon, how she might never see them again. Elves were long-lived but would she ever be free? Pasiphae’s village was supposed to be safe from attacks because of the soldiers nearby, but that hadn’t stopped the orcs, and with the threat of the Gnolls coming in from the northern desert, what if she was just left here, to be bred and milked like cattle for her orc master? They wouldn’t do that… would they?

 

Yet it had already been years since she had been captured. She’d already had two children for her master, and apparently, according to the orc’s shaman who had seen to her health, and, who gave the drugs that made her feel good when her master had his way with her, had told her master that “he had strong seed” and that Pasiphae would be bearing twins. How many more would she bear? How many more could she bear? What would happen if she couldn’t bear anymore? What if she died while giving birth? Dad had said that Mom had nearly died with her, and if it wasn’t for the will of the Goddess Bount, neither of them would have made it.

 

Then, Pasiphae heard a noise from outside. Looking up, she began to pick herself up; her chains rattling as she hurriedly tried her best to wipe the tears away that had been welling up. Her master wouldn’t care about her tears, but her master’s wife, she would mock Pasiphae and degrade her whenever she saw the opportunity.

 

From the entrance of the hut, Pasiphae saw her master and his wife come in. The pig-snouted orc grumbled as he entered the abode, not bothering to even take off his mud-caked fur boots as he entered the hut, instead of heading straight for the large fur bed and sat down heavily with a deep groan. His wife on the other hand walked past Pasiphae, looking down her own pig-nosed snout at her as she approached the stew, grabbing what looked like a dwarven crafted ladle, likely stolen during a raid, and scooping up some of the stew, giving it a deep sniff as she did so before she started digging into the pouch she had on her fur armour.

 

“Cooome heeere,” Pasiphae’s master called to her, and Pasiphae nodded, turning away from the stew she had been making. She already knew what her master wanted as he tossed off his fur jacket, a sparkle in his eyes and a grin on his lips as she went to him, her eyes downcast, unable to look him in the eyes. As she came close, Pasiphae’s master reached over to the side of the bed, where there were some drinking horns that had been left from the night previous, from the last time her master had enjoyed her. Pulling the stoppers on one, he passed it to Pasiphae, and she took it gratefully.

 

Some of the orcs enjoyed it when they were causing suffering in their slaves, hurting them and beating them when they wished. Others, like her own master, found it amusing to see the “oh so civilized people” be driven to their baser instincts, becoming animals filled with lust and other emotions brought on by the shaman’s drugs. They also made things easier. Things were alright when she drank from the horns, but she wasn’t allowed them unless they were going to be sleeping together, too expensive, judging by how every time her master got them he would have a long time bartering it down to the lowest he could get it with what he had brought back from the hunts.

 

Even so, it was the small mercies that her master gave her that kept her from completely falling to despair, that and her sons who she nursed. Two strong boys, both of them half-orcs, and both, destined to fight for the orc tribe if they weren’t rescued. Pasiphae drank from the potion deeply, feeling light-headed as the fumes of the thing entered her lungs, and she started to feel a bit dizzy, and, as she pushed her legs together, a bit warmer down there.

 

Pasiphae passed the horn back, barely able to keep still as the warmth in her continued to bloom into a fire within, her legs rubbed together and she crossed her arms under her breasts, trying her best to keep from bringing them up to her tits, as she knew her master was able to give her more pleasure from suckling on them. Already, Pashiphae could see that her master was getting hard as he watched her squirm and shift she the drugs took hold of her, spreading a deep blush across her cheeks while her slit, exposed due to the slave clothing she wore, became slick and moist.

 

Her master reached down and had to fight with his pants to release his hidden monster, grunting a bit as one of the knots decided to be a tougher problem than usual. Pasiphae herself had no such problem, her outfit is designed to be worn while she was used by her master. It was a one-piece thing made of yak leather that was split down the middle. She would insert her legs through some leg holes, and pull the straps up so that they stayed on, then she would tie up the strings so that the thing kept together and actually supported her breasts, while still leaving access to her lower holes if a master wanted to have a go at her. Her breasts were uncovered to, a waste of leather according to her master. It was rather light for the weather, but then that was the point. In the mountains, it was almost always cold, and slaves, unless they knew how to survive with barely any clothing on, wouldn’t last long if they escaped. Not that she could really escape. Not with her sons here, as she didn’t trust the witch of a wife her master had to even keep them safe and healthy, and in the days when she wasn’t heavily pregnant, she was chained up to the main support beam by her collar, in addition to the chains she already wore that slowed her movement and kept her from spreading her arms out. In truth, she suspected that the only reason her master kept her in chains was that he liked the look of them on her. He certainly liked the collar she wore, since his wife, wore a similar one, only with a band of gold around it instead of it just being plain iron.

 

As Pasiphae gazed at her master, he made a spinning motion with his hand, while his other held a different horn. Pasiphae recognized what was about to happen, and blushed harder as she did as her master commanded, turning around, and not even needing a prompting before she bent over and presented herself to him. Her master made an amused sound as she did so, and the Pasiphae heard the pop of a cork being taken out of the horn that her master held. There was the sound of shifting behind her before finally, Pasiphae felt the hand of her master begin to caress her ass, his fingers slippery and slimy as he began to touch her back there, sliding thick fingers into the crack of her ass, spreading lube on it. She was pregnant after all, and the orcs had a custom about only being allowed to fucking their pregnant wives and concubine in the ass, otherwise, they would hurt the baby.

 

Pasiphae felt the pinkie of her master begin to circle her hole, making it shift and twitch in anticipation, knowing what would be happening soon. The elf felt herself begin to pant as her master started to push his finger into her. It didn’t hurt, not after her master used her regularly, but it still felt good to have something in there as her master got her ready. He could do this for a long time, fucking her with his fingers, driving up her lust as he pleasured her ass with his fingers, waiting patiently for her to do what he wanted. The thing he wanted, was for Pasiphae to beg for his cock, to fuck her like the whorish animal that she was, to show him that she was lower than even they were, that the elven pretence of superiority was a lie.

 

Pasiphae, maybe once had held that belief, that the elves were superior, that they were superior because their great nation had survived the fall of the empire. Lashkhad had faced off against the gnollish hordes that the regular army had fled from, they’d not only braved them but defeated them, then drove them back into the desert from their camps by the oases. Every child knew the story of the great rangers.

 

Yet they’d been unable to defend them, defend their village from the barbarous orcs, and they’d been unable to save them. There had to be hundreds of slaves here, being used by their orc masters. Some were used as cattle, being milked and impregnated. Pasiphae had seen them, being guided on ropes with their hands behind their backs and their breasts exposed to the cold open air. She’d seen the slave auctions, where humans from the east along with orcs and even the dwarves looked them up and down like property, fondling them, touching them. Pasiphae remembered staring at an elf girl who was heavily pregnant, cuffed in irons, a blindfold, and being led around on a leash like an animal, dragging her heavily pregnant body along the grass while her master sold her milk and sold… other things.

 

“M-master,” Pasiphae called out, barely capable of breathing properly as her mind wandered back from the lewd and erotic sights she’d seen while here. Pasiphae felt her master’s thick finger spreading her out for his wonderous cock, spurring on a fire that the drugs had fuelled. She, she needed it. Once she’d been able to resist for much longer as he played with her, feeling her up, and once, the drug had been needed to even begin to light the fire in her. Now though, now she always had that lewd fire burning inside of her, wanting it, desiring her master’s cock. It was the only time when she could forget the world, forget how she’d been left behind by the civilization, or worse yet, that the orcs were winning, that she was going to be contributing to their war effort with her half-orc children.

 

She didn’t want to be responsible for it. She didn’t want to contribute to the war effort that had taken her and made a slave out of her. She wanted to be free, but at the same time, she couldn’t help the dark part, the lewd part that desired the sweet sanctuary that the shaman’s drugs gave her. Pasiphae loved how they made her feel hot and bothered, how they made her crave and desire cock, how when she took them they made the world so much more bearable, because when she took them her master would make her feel good, and her mind would go blank.

 

“Please, cock, I… I want cock… please,” Pasiphae asked, trying to keep her voice down for the children, her children, her master’s children, all of them. Then she felt it, her master’s cock, the thick slab of meat that had made her feel so good, that had made life, in addition to being allowed to keep her children, bearable. Her master slid his cock into Pasiphae, slowly stretching her out as the lube made the entrance slick. Pasiphae’s mouth opened as she started to cry out but her master’s wife was ready, sticking a large leather ball in her mouth and sliding a strap over her head. Pasiphae cried into the leather ball gag her master’s wife had stuck in her mouth, muffling the cry of pleasure that Pasiphae began to release as her master slid into her slowly, ever so slowly, filling her ass up with thick green orcish meat. Pasiphae’s eyes rolled back as her master bottomed out in her ass, his large balls pressing against her slavering pussy, warming up her already sweltering crotch. Her elven ass twitched and clenched on the intruder, massaging his dick and pleasing Pasiphae as the contractions drove through her.

 

Soon, however, it wasn’t enough for her master as he gripped Pasiphae’s ass, and began to thrust into her. Driving his cock in and out of Pasiphae’s ass, making pig-like snorts with each thrust. Pasiphae herself moaned and grunted in unison from the fucking as her master with each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her ass to clench around his member as he violated her ass in a way that made her feel so good. Filling a void in her that she felt whenever he wasn’t playing with her ass that she never wished to admit. She missed his cock when he was away, she missed how he held her close after they fucked, after he pleased himself with her and rubbed her belly, how he’d slowly been addicting her with his drugs to his cock that soon enough he might not even need them in order to make her feel good, to make her submit to her whorish desires. The only good things these days is caring for her children and fucking, how could she resist? She’d been here for years with no sign of rescue. She could do nothing except enjoy the feeling of being fucked, ride the waves of pleasure, and love when her master fucked more children into her, filling her belly up like her mother’s had been the day they’d all been captured, and milking her bountiful breasts of their sweet milk.

 

Arms wrapped themselves under Pasiphae’s arms as she felt herself get pulled up and then onto her back, onto her master’s stomach. She felt his strong and powerful hands then retreat and grip onto her ass as her master spread her legs with his own so that her soaked and dripping pussy was exposed. Her eyes rolling back, Pasiphae noticed that her master’s wife was kneeling on the bed with what looked like a strange orangey-brown protrusion from her waist attached to some kind of harness. Pasiphae tried to say something but all that came out was a questioning sound before she felt her master press into her again, turning that questioning sound into a pleasured moan.

 

Rather than explain, Pasiphae’s master’s wife just crawled forward until she was over top of her, grabbing one of Pasiphae’s breasts while suckling the other, drinking in her milk. Pasiphae moaned once again as she felt the protrusion press against and then enter into her pussy, penetrating her ignored and needy pussy. Soon enough the wife had begun to fuck her. It was against orc custom as Pasiphae understood it, and she mentally thanked the gods for it happening. She hadn’t been fucked in her pussy for months now, and despite herself, she found that her fingers couldn’t compare to her master, and while this wasn’t as good as that, it still felt amazing to get anything bigger than her fingers in there. The wife began at an even more brutal speed of her thrusts, thrusting the faux phallus in as deep as it would go before pulling back to thrust once more. Pasiphae couldn’t help herself but cry out in joy as her pussy was finally being fucked while her master was fucking her ass, the two cocks pressing against the wall between them and the one the wife was fucking her with was hitting just right, that wonderful special spot as she thrust. She felt like she was going to burst, that the bubble of lust within her was finally reaching its peak, each thrust blowing the bubble up bigger, and bigger, and bigger as pleasure rocked Pasiphae’s system. It was getting to be too much!

 

With a final set of grunts, Pasiphae’s master let out a final grunt as he hilted himself in her once again, and she felt his cock twitch. Pasiphae felt the hot cum of her master filling her ass with his wondrous seed as she continued to try to fuck his hard cock, but he held her close so she could barely move as he unloaded into her ass, all the while, his wife kept fucking her, going even harder now and Pasiphae’s eyes rolled back as finally the bubble burst, she seized up and arched her back, crying out in ecstasy into her gag as she came, her ass milking her master’s cock while her pussy tried to coax out anything from the metal cock that the wife was fucking her with. Pasiphae felt the wife pull away from her and her master pushed her forwards once more, landing on her hands and knees. Suddenly she felt her master begin to continue to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm as her master sent more and more pleasure through her from her ass, while his wife came forth with jars.

 

Pasiphae’s master grabbed her arms and pulled them up from the bed, exposing her breasts to the wife as he continued to fuck her while at the same time barely holding her still. The wife reached out and grabbed a flopping nipple, and keeping a hold of it despite the leaking milk. With expert hands, she began to pinch Pasiphae’s nipple and draw it down, milking a spurt of milk into the jar. Pasiphae moaned in a suspiciously bovine way as the milking only added onto the overwhelming pleasure that was melting Pasiphae’s mind. It was too much the elven maiden, and Pasiphae came again, just from her ass and breasts.

Taylor the Hucow

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Taylor munched on one of the granola bars the girls had left her the day previously. It tasted good as Taylor slowly chewed the grains, oats, and chocolate, savouring the taste of the chocolate. Taylor thought that she could remember something… something about this being… better than what she had previously. But Taylor couldn’t really remember. Everything was so… slow…

As Taylor munched, the end of the granola bar fell from her mouth as she ate, and it bounced off her painfully full breasts. Bump… jiggle. Taylor looked down at her boobs, admiring their size, and how they were barely held there by a cow print bra. Taylor smiled as she brought her hands up to her breasts, pushing them up a bit, and rubbing her tits and leaking some milk. It felt good, and she loved playing with them, but she stopped herself just short of milking herself. It felt good for sure, but she knew what would feel better, so she waited.

She hadn’t always kept herself from milking herself… at least she thought she hadn’t always. Things were… fuzzy. But she knew one thing, while she could milk herself, and it would feel good, it would feel so much better if she waited, waited for the girls to come back, and for them to milk her. They would touch her and care for her and it would feel great. She knew them, she thought. Where she wasn't sure, but she was sure she knew them. She knew their names at least. Emma and Sophia.

She didn't like them at first, and… she had a reason why, but… she couldn’t remember... then they did something nice. They made Taylor feel good. With a smile, Taylor reached down past her buxom boobs and felt for her pussy, rubbing her hand against it, feeling how wet it was, like always. Taylor was always raring to go when it came to anything sexual. She couldn’t help herself sometimes and would play with herself as she waited for the girls to come back to take care of her. As she heard the ding of her bell, and she moaned as she drove her fingers inside of her slavering cunt, feeling a pleasurable sensation spread through her, and causing her to smile as her eyes glazed over. It felt good as she played with herself, using her other hand to keep herself steady.

Then Taylor felt the girls through her bugs. For some reason, she knew all the bugs everywhere. Taylor wasn’t sure why, she… remembered… darkness… and an awful smell, and… the feeling…

Taylor shook her head, she didn’t want to think about that stuff. That stuff wasn’t fun, and it… She didn’t like it. But why she had bugs didn’t matter, she just had them, and they told her what was going on. So while she waited around for the girls who took care of her, she did little things with the bugs, made clothes with the spiders, people watched with the other stuff, and sometimes she even got rid of bad bugs from people. Just whenever people passed by her basement. Just little things to make is so that she didn’t spend all of the day playing with herself and falling to the temptation of milking herself. It just felt so good after all, and it would feel even better if the girls did it, Taylor knew.

The reason she knew it was the girls who were coming was that she could feel them through her bugs entering into the building. No one came into the building except for them… and that one guy, she made sure to get rid of his fleas before he left. He never came down to Taylor’s basement unfortunately, it might have been fun to play with him. But the girls were here now, and Taylor knew she was about to be milked, and it was going to be great.

Excitedly, Taylor began to crawl to the door, it is faster than getting up and hefting her big tittys, though that had been getting easier lately. As she got to about halfway through the room, Taylor came to a stop, the rope that was tied around her collar beginning to grow taunt but not yet preventing her from going farther, she just knew that if she did she would be choking herself, and that didn’t feel so fun. So, she just waited patiently as the steps down the stairs became louder and louder.

There was a clunking sound as the girls began to open the door. Taylor wasn’t sure what it was, and really, didn’t much care. All that mattered was the girls that made her feel good were coming now, and her engorged titties couldn’t wait. The door opened and the two girls that took care of her, Emma and Sophia, entered, and Taylor smiled her dopey smile of hers at them as they entered.

“Creepy how she’s always there waiting for us,” Sophia says as she sets down her bag near the door.

“She probably hears us coming down the stairs. We’re not exactly quiet when we come down,” Taylor in fact couldn’t hear the girls when they came down the stairs, the door was too thick to hear anything beyond. Finally, Emma faced Taylor and a big smile broke out on her face.

“Hello, Taylor!” Emma said as she came forward to Taylor, she knelt down and started rubbing Taylor’s head as she did so. It was nice and calming, not as good as what she would likely be doing to Taylor soon, but it felt nice too. Emma turned her attention down to Taylor’s boobs now, seeing how large they were, and how full of milk they were. At this point, they had started to leak through her top, creating damp patches on the small patches of fabric that held her breasts up.

“Looks like she needs to be milked again,” Emma said as a hand came down to Taylor’s breast, and glided her hand down it, causing a small amount of the milk to squirt and make her top even wetter.

“Had I known she would take this much maintenance I wouldn’t have snatched the vial in the first place,” Taylor heard Sophia grumble but paid it no mind as she enjoyed the attention of Emma. Emma always was the one that did her milking, making her feel good like she never could.

Standing up, Emma walked over to the side of the room that Taylor could never get to because of the rope. Not that she would ever really need to do anything on that side of the room. No, Taylor was perfectly fine being on her side of the room, enjoying the granola bars the girls gave her and pleasuring herself to the thought of their return when they would make her feel so good. Emma grabbed a kind of wooden chair that Taylor would lean against as she got milked. Standing up and moving back so she wouldn’t be at the edge of her rope when she was milked, Emma brought forth the milking chair and turned it so that the back of it face Taylor. Still, with her dopey smile, Taylor began to stand up, and place her hand on the back of the chair, her chest downward as she assumed the milking position.

After all, it was milking time.

Emma began to pat her head once more, and Taylor moaned her appreciation for the girl and pushed against the hand to get more of the nice feeling from it. Then, Emma’s hand pulled away and Taylor began to feel the back of her bra be undone, and her breasts came loose, wet milk already pooling at the tips of Taylor’s nipples. Reaching under her, Emma placed the pail under her milk engorged udders on a stool. Emma herself however moved behind Taylor, and slid around her, her arms reaching around until they cupped Taylor’s huge boobs. Taylor moaned another appreciative “moo” at her, enjoying the warm sensation of Emma's own boobs against her back and how nice the embrace felt.

It almost felt familiar, the embrace part, not the cupping of her bosom part, but, the feeling passed. Taylor wondered what that had been for a second before she felt Emma begging to massage her nipples. Taylor moaned once more as Emma teased and pinched them, making sure they were nice and ready for her to start to milk Taylor. Taylor knew that she was really ready, the fire inside of her was blazing as she had been waiting for this all day.

“Mooooo~!” Taylor moaned as Emma finally began to milk her, pulling on her breasts, sending the wonderful sensations through Taylor as she was played with. Her eyes closed in rapture as she focused on how her big wonderful breasts felt, being milked, being touched and played with. Taylor loved the feeling of being milked, she loved how Emma wrapped herself around her.

The only thing better would be when the other girls here were all hot and bothered like Taylor was, it had always happened when they milked her when they saw how much she enjoyed what they were doing to her. If only they were cows like Taylor, they could all be here and then they could play with each other all the time, enjoying each other’s company as they fucked the boredom of the day away, played with their toys, and drank their milk.

Taylor smiled as she remembered the one time that the other girl, Sophia had come all on her own one day. She hadn’t been very good at milking, and she wasn’t as nice as Emma, her hands had been cold, and didn’t know how to properly milk her, until. Taylor felt a twitch in her lower lips as she remembered how Sophia had milked, her. How Sophia had eventually given up on milking her with her hands and had begun to suckle on Taylor’s nipples, like a cute little caf, or a kitten.

At first, she’d acted all domineering to her and aggressive, like a cute little kitten. She had been standing all awkward and her neck would hurt after, so Taylor had just picked her up. Sophia had been all surprised when Taylor had taken her up in her arms and carried her to the corner where she could sit down. She’d made a big racket, and it had been cute to hear her, but she calmed down really well when Taylor had brought her nipple to bear. After that, she’d suckled on her like a cute kitten, wrapped up in Taylor’s long arms and suckling on her teat. It had felt amazing, and she loved how hot and steamy things had gotten after.

She never wanted to do that whenever Emma was here, but that was fine, Emma was really good with her hands, making sure they were nice and warm when she milked her, teasing her nipples just right, and she could even drink her milk after. They left them in a fridge on Taylor’s side of the room where the rope let her get to it. Not that it really would have mattered if Taylor really wanted to get at it. Taylor in idle curiosity had looked at the rope, and she felt she knew how to untie it. There was something in the back of her mind, flashes of green, but she didn’t quite remember them. If she tried she probably could, but that would be hard and she didn’t really feel like it.

Taylor opened her eyes, and saw Sophia on the other side of the room, sitting on a stool with her hands in her pants, biting her lip as she shifted her hand back and forth around her crotch. Taylor felt her mouth open and her tongue lol out. Sophia enjoyed getting eaten out, and she really looked like she wanted to play with Taylor, and Taylor certainly wanted to play. It felt amazing to get milked and to be teased so much by Emma, and it always made her drip with arousal as sparks of pleasure would go through her with every tug and pull of her nipples, squirting out milk into the bucket.

Taylor also knew that Emma enjoyed milking her as well. The girl had been all over her, playing with her breasts, touching her, and making her feel good. She even sometimes suckled from them, but mostly, she enjoyed wrapping herself around Taylor, controlling their time together. Taylor was fine with that. Especially when afterwards, Emma would be so worked up she would pull out the toys. Taylor loved the toys that she would use on her. Especially when she put on her special cock, the one that Emma used to “mate” her with.

Or maybe she said it was her mate… not that it mattered. The girl had been getting good at “breeding” her, that was for sure.

Taylor felt her hips begin to move and grind against Emma, and her breath was starting to turn ragged as she was nearing the end of her milking. Her breasts felt a lot less full and heavy, and she knew that she was making a wet spot in her cow print panties as the fire in her grew. Emma’s breath was coming out in puffs as well, she was really aroused, probably watching the show that Sophia was putting on for them, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy while she watched Taylor getting milked.

Finally, Emma gave her breasts one last pull, one last squeeze of her fingers on her nipples, drawing out a last squirt of milk. Taylor moaned as she got one last flash of pleasure before Emma began to unwrap herself from Taylor’s panting and nearly naked form. Her legs coming together to rub against each other, giving just a little stimulation to herself as she waited for the two other girls to get ready.

“Finally done?” Sophia asked as she straightened up on her stool, having leaned back against the wall. She had been slowly sliding down her stool as she had been playing with herself.

“I think that’s all I can get out of her for now,” Emma replied, as she moved away from Taylor, slowly shedding her clothes. Taylor herself stepped away from the chair that she was leaning against and returned to just sitting and watching the girls, admiring Emma, her large breasts, her wide hips, her full lips. She would have made a great cow. Taylor reached down and started to play with herself as she watched Emma undress, meanwhile, she also saw Sophia begin to dig into the bag she set down and pull from it a strap on.

“You know, I think we might get more milk if we fuck her,” Sophia said, bringing over the strap on to Emma. Taylor saw how Sophia’s eyes were looking Emma up and down, and how Emma slowly stripped her clothes off, teasingly, for Sophia to see. The two were close, and had only become closer the longer they cared for Taylor. Taylor wondered how it happened… but… all she got was fuzziness.

Not that it mattered. The girls who took care of her were going to be fucking her soon.

“Really? Why’s that?” Emma asked, her hands over her jacket, sliding it off of her and puffing out her chest, showing off the size of her nice breasts.

“You know those milking machines in Bount’s base? They had dildos on them fucking the girls she had while they milked them. Might have been more than just that they were a pervert,” Emma hummed at that as she continued to tease both of them with her stripping.

Finally, Emma dropped her final piece of clothing that wasn’t some sexy attire, like what Taylor had had on, she finally took a hold of the offered strap on and began to put it on. The strap on was a massive thing. Long as her forearm and just as thick. The head was like a battering ram. Taylor for some reason didn’t think it belonged on a bull, but rather on a horse.

This was what Emma used to mate with her, and what made it feel so amazing when she used it on her. Taylor felt her pussy clench as she looked up at Emma, standing tall with her big horse cock. That was going to be going inside of her soon enough. Taylor began to rub herself more, diving her fingers deeper as she gazed upon Emma. God, she wanted it bad. It had been a whole day since Emma had mated with her since she’d been fucked. It had felt like forever.

Sophia sometimes had a strap on herself, though this time she didn’t seem to have one. Sometimes she did, but only when she didn’t have her weird clothes with her. Taylor never saw Sophia wear those clothes, a mask, some kind of vest thing with slots for steel plates she carried around, and a bunch of other stuff. Taylor felt that it was familiar, but she wasn’t sure why.

Taylor was distracted however when Sophia began to shed her clothes. Unlike Emma, she did so quickly, not really patient enough to put on a show for them. Though Taylor thought she should, it would show off her nice athletic body more. Plus it would get Emma to find her sexier, and she could then make Sophia feel good with her horse cock. Taylor could imagine it, Sophia suckling on her nice big boobies while Emma fucked her pussy, causing her to go cross-eyed and moan into her breasts as she drank from them.

Taylor’s thought process was interrupted however as Emma began to move towards her. Her horse cock swayed as she came closer. Taylor was giddy with excitement. Emma grabbed a hold of the rope connected to Taylor’s collar and gently began guiding her to the bed in the corner of the room. It wasn’t very big, but that wasn’t much of a problem. Taylor would barely be on it, and Emma wouldn’t be at all. Sophia on the other hand hopped on and spread her legs, her pussy moist with her arousal, just like Emma and Taylor’s were.

Taylor as soon as she got close got on her knees and got closer. Her big boobs would make it awkward to eat Sophia out, so Sophia was basically laying on her back with her head and upper back cropped up by the wall while her snatch was just a little bit from the edge of the bed. Unable to wait, Taylor reached out and grabbed a hold of Sophia’s firm rear, and pushed her face forward, immediately diving into Sophia’s box.

“Mmmmm,” Sophia groaned as she breathed in. Her hand went for Taylor’s head and gently grabbed it. She didn’t need to do anything as Taylor had gotten very good at eating Sophia out, driving her tongue in and out of the black girl, driving it up against her walls and only sometimes touching her G-spot. Taylor knew exactly where it was and had even gotten the girl to cum in seconds when she didn’t have much time. But Taylor wanted this to last longer since when she ate Sophia out, the black girl usually left right after.

“She’s good at that isn’t she?” Emma asked, a hand coming down and rubbing at Taylor’s wet snatch, causing a small spark of pleasure. Taylor arched her back and moved her hips back a little to catch more of Emma’s fingers, but they stayed right on her pussy, rubbing at her and feeling how wet she was.

“Fuck she’s good,” Sophia grunted, breathing hard already as Taylor began to tease her G-spot again, causing a small spasm, signalling that she should back off. Though she didn’t stop teasing the poor girl, instead, sliding up and down her vaginal walls, and even doing a few letters just to keep Sophia on edge.

“I guess I should reward the cow,” Emma said absently, and then Taylor felt it, right at the entrance to her hole, she felt Emma’s cock. Taylor felt her breathing grow ragged in anticipation of Emma’s long and thick horsecock. Her pussy twitched, and she resisted the urge to drive herself back onto it. That would get her a spanking, and she wouldn’t be mated by Emma that day.

There was no fanfare, no preparation, just one moment Emma was letting her cock sit at the entrance of Taylor’s snatch, the next, she was pushing it. Taylor moaned into Sophia’s cunt, sending vibrations through the girl and causing her to moan as well. Though Taylor didn’t stop for long. Instead, she began to lick faster, her tongue frenzy being driven by the increasing lust and the wave of pleasure that emanated from just being penetrated by Emma’s wonderful horse cock. Even as it just sat in her, it felt amazing, like it had filled a void in her that she didn’t even know she had. Divine.

Then Emma started moving, and Taylor did nothing to hold back her moans, as the pleasure rippled through her. The pleasure drove Taylor to use her tongue faster on Sophia as she continued to moan and vibrate Sophia’s box with her tongue. Taylor shifted her hips and pushed back as much as she could without separating herself from Sophia. Feeling the dildo dive deeper with every thrust, always hitting her g-spot with every thrust because of the thick head that was pounding Taylor into Sophia’s pussy.

Taylor could already feel herself getting close as the horse cock pounded her, driving her lust addled brain insane with overstimulation. She was nearly there, and Sophia sounded like she was nearly about to cum as well. Her breath was coming in and out faster than before, almost sounding like she was hyperventilating. Taylor could imagine her cute face looking all distraught as she got close to cumming. Taylor redoubled her efforts, making sure to moan loudly with every thrust, not that she tried to suppress it before.

Sophia made another cute sound and suddenly Taylor could feel her twitching with her tongue. Sophia reached forward and grabbed her head, gripping on her hair and her legs moved together to trap her head in place. Sophia curled towards Taylor’s head as she spasmed around Taylor’s tongue, while at the same time, Taylor moaned as she started to feel herself cross the precipice, and drove her hips back as best as she could with Sophia holding on to her head, riding her way through the blast of nirvana that was blowing through her. Emma just kept going, however, sending more and more waves of pleasure through Taylor, causing her to scream even louder into Sophia’s pussy, sending vibrations through it and causing a stream of girl cum to spray out of Sophia, filling Taylor’s mouth with Sophia’s arousal.

After a moment, Sophia pushed Taylor away and pulled herself back from Taylor’s tongue. Taylor herself had gone cross-eyed from the pleasure racking her form, running on autopilot as she began to earnestly drive herself back against Emma’s divine horse cock, spasming as her form was rocked by another climax of bliss.

“Moo!” Taylor cried, her eyes glazed over as Emma drove her into the bed, her teats dragging across the rug floor, stimulating them as they did so. Taylor’s tongue darted out, seeking Sophia’s pussy some more as she made licking motions, wanting to lick more, but Sophia was out of range of Taylor. What little part of Taylor’s mind was still operating through the pleasure thought that it would have been nice to continue to hear Sophia’s cute and erotic moans...

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“Ugh...” Taylor groaned as she woke, turning to…

Taylor’s eyes shot open as she looked down at her chest. There… there were boobs… her boobs. Confused, Taylor thought back, then realised something.

None of that had been a dream.

It had all felt dreamlike and fuzzy. Like she was just on cloud nine the whole time, uncaring about anything that was going on, uncaring about…

Taylor reached up and gripped the rope that was tied to her… to her collar. Taylor reached back and touched to the knots that were there, and realised it was a fairly simple knot, she’d undone a few of them at the summer camp nearly two years ago. The knot was quickly undone and Taylor felt around with her bugs.

She was certainly not at home, in fact, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was, though, judging by all the industrial buildings and warehouses, she must be near or at the docs, thought… it could be the train yards.

Taylor pushed the covers off of herself and shook her head. She was still… fuzzy feeling… but she… she wasn’t as bad as she was the last… oh, how long had she been screwed up like that. How long had those bitches been keeping her here?

Despite not being able to see with her eyes, Taylor used her bugs to guide her to the door of the room, finding it surprisingly easy to get up from the bed despite the massive damn udders on her chest. What the hell did they do? Taylor tried to remember, but it was all fuzzy… Had the Trio done this to her, turn her into a god damn sex slave with… tinker tech or something?

That… that honestly seemed too far even for them, but she could remember it, she could remember having sex with them, and she had the boobs she had in the dream and she was in the same place. Was she mastered? Were one of the Trio, well, Emma and Sophia really, Madison wasn’t a part of this, but was one of those two capes?

Taylor used her bugs to open the various locks that were on the door. There was also the outfit that her dream self had created while bored for days on end. Taylor had her bugs bring it to her while she walked up the stairs.

No… that didn’t make sense… the two of them couldn’t be masters because…

Taylor’s eyes widened as she held her spider silk bodysuit.

Because Sophia’s fucking Shadow Stalker!

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There we go! My contribution to the Year of the Ox is complete with my very first Hucow Taylor snippet that got way too large.