A distant aftertaste of the seed lingered on Reysha’s tongue. It was sweet beyond anything else, perhaps even sweetness itself. Not even the gods remembered if the fruits of the Omniverse came before the fruits on the Leaves and the one that came before did not care for tastes.

Apexus needed no additional reason to make out with his beloved redhead. His tongue extended, until he dominated hers utterly. Being dominated only made Reysha fight back harder. Arms slung around his neck, she pressed her entire, nubile body against his broad chest. ‘Fuck, he’s built like a river croc!’ she thought, spreading her legs wide to straddle his half-submerged midriff.

Her blue eyes flicked to the side for a moment. An amused chuckle mixed in with the moans of their kiss. Aclysia and Korith both stood at the edge of the pool. Their hips wiggled. Weight got shifted back and forth. They did not touch their clothes or themselves. Any autonomy they had melted away the moment the pheromones filled the air. It melted under the heat of eager submission, growing in their loins.

Reysha tilted her head back. The monstrously long tongue, a tendril of deep blue, barely translucent slime, gradually glided past her reddish brown lips. She shuddered, sucking on the welcome invader even as she let it pop out of her. Each inhale filled her own lungs with the exciting sweetness of his musk. Even after the experience of devouring the seed, his scent remained her favourite variant of that taste. It stuck to the back of her throat, brushed over her tongue when she sighed, and made her thoughts boil in heat.

“Good giiiiiirls,” Reysha drawled, when his tongue had left her. She looked at them, while her hips grinded back and forth. She could feel every bump and every fall of his abs under her sensitive, swollen mound.

The stare had been meant to intimidate, in all the sensual ways a submissive could be intimidated. Instead Aclysia and Korith watched as Reysha’s expression turned utterly thoughtless. Eyes went glassy, her mouth hung wide open, and her tongue lolled out like that of a panting dog. She slipped up and down his rock-hard midriff. Any thoughts of what she wanted to do were drowned out by a needful static.

When her eyes did return to Apexus, he saw in them the rare opportunity to do with the tiger girl whatever he wanted. Parts of him urged to emerge. He wrestled down the tentacles before they could sprout, directed all of his lust instead towards the facsimile of the traditional organ for intercourse.

The seriously unimpressive member swelled swiftly to a medium size. He grabbed Reysha’s ass with both hands and realized just how much larger he was now. That bubble butt of hers, the bottom half of her head-turning figure, he grasped effortlessly with his paws. Reysha moaned at the touch, mewled lustfully when her weight came to rest on those hands. He stood up and effortlessly carried her. It didn’t seem like he even noticed her weight.

The chocolate skinned tiger girl got goosebumps all over her otherwise so smooth skin. The water of the pool pearled off her. Gooey strands stood out amongst all of that. Excessive wetness dripped from her cunt. Reysha made wide eyes at just how drenched she was. “I’m so hoooot,” she gasped. The goosebumps had settled and now there was only heat.

They said that Ragressians didn’t go into a breeding frenzy. Evidently, crazy redheads with certain conditions were the exception.

“Put it in me, big guy,” she begged. “Fill me the fuck up.”

Apexus took a hand off her ass. Even on a single palm, she could balance herself comfortably – especially after it readjusted to sit between her round cheeks. A single thick finger curved into her cunt. A sharp inhale was quickly followed by a deep, blissful groan. She quivered, hanging from his neck. She was so high up, so secure, so utterly trustful that she would not – could not fall. Her arms were barely holding on. Her cat ears were oddly relaxed, slouching off to the side like her firm breasts, slightly dropped in accordance with their decent size.

The second hand grabbed her face. Thumb and index finger gently yet firmly pressed into the soft cheeks of her gorgeous features. Dark eyebrows quivered. She sunk into his strong blue eyes. In her own shimmered the lust and love she embodied with every heartbeat. Her lips were distorted by the pressure. He asked a single question. “Do you want me to take control?”

The question slowly registered in her mind. Two sides pulled at her mind. The urge to be ravished fought the urge to do whatever she wanted. She gulped. She thought. She trusted. “Yesh,” she slurred.

Apexus spun her around. His average sized cock pressed against her backdoor, drenched in his own slippery secretions. Heated folds clenched around his finger. Quickened breaths moved the chest laying on his right hand. Her heels found purchase against his back. She penetrated herself with his cock just as much as he pushed inside her.

As it filled Reysha’s asshole, the cock grew larger. Its thickness stretched the relaxed sphincter. Its growing length made it seem like he was pulling out while still pushing deeper inside her. “Oh my--- fuuu--- yeessssss!” Reysha let out a series of noises. It was impossible to choose which one was appropriate for the pleasure rising up inside her. A second finger joined the first, stretching her tight quim further. His wrist pressed demandingly into her abdomen.

Gradually she went from penetrated to stuffed full. The tension built torturously slowly. Reysha forgot to breathe. Like she was possessed, she hung in front of him, eyes wide and screaming silently. Then he rammed the rest of the way inside her. Her ass jiggled from the heavy impact. Like a toy, she hung in front of him – and broke.

Days of insufficient stimulation and the greatest surge of magic in her life combined for a glorious disaster. Her eyes rolled up. A desperate breath supplied fresh air. It was immediately pressed out again as a loud scream. It bounced off the stone walls, overpowered the voyeuristic gasps of the other two women and the sound of her gushing juices raining down on the pool.

Apexus beheld the stretched state of her backdoor for a few satisfied seconds, then he pulled the redhead against his broad chest. An incoherent obscenity accompanied the impact. The striped desert woman’s tail moved in spasmic intervals. The cock and fingers inside her grinded against her sensitive insides with each bounce. He was walking. Then he pinned her against the wall.

The humanoid chimera lost no further time. He squeezed her tit with one hand, fingered her cunt with the other, supported her with both. Her feet were hooked behind him, held still with the fierce tenseness of ecstasy. Where his upper body pinned her against the wall, his lower drew back – only shove back into her.

Reysha’s mouth only produced sounds of bliss and drool. Hard, fast, and loud, the hulk of a man was fucking her asshole. There was nothing and no one that ever could have made her feel like this besides him. She came again and again, turning a dry bit of wall and floor into a sprayed, soiled mess. Each orgasm drove the madness of the magic out of her, diminished what was an aphrodisiac effect and desperation, until she was so thoroughly satisfied that only he remained.

And he remained unassailable.

His cock was the perfect size, stretching her out to the maximum comfortable. His hands were rough and reassuring. His weight pinned her and yet she didn’t feel caged at all. A single displeased noise, a single word of annoyance, a single utterance of pain, and she would be released. She knew it. She knew it with her entire being. She knew she would be in control of herself again the second she demanded it. Knew she would be in control again in the future.

It was wonderful to surrender completely for once.

And he hammered her tirelessly. The pace was without a single hitch. Apexus had no need to watch his breath, no concern about sore muscles. He was raw, perpetual motion. There was only one goal in his instincts: to fill her up.

Aclysia and Korith had only turned to face them. That was the only motion they had made. The only deliberate one, truthfully speaking, as they were busy twitching and salivating the entire time they watched Apexus’ back. Reysha’s hourglass form had been diminished to a pair of legs. Her domineering, teasing presence was nothing more than whorish moans.

Each time he slammed into her, that shapely ass turned into a rippling duality of jelly. It was a cushion, a heart shaped, heavenly cushion. The intensity of their lovemaking had turned it slightly darker and redder than the rest of her. Apexus indulged himself in the sight, before surging back forwards. There was not a millimetre of empty space between Reysha and the wall. Hard, he rutted into her. His speaking plates reverberated with telling noises. Her entire body shook in orgasms and anticipation.

After well over fifteen minutes of pounding her backdoor, he slammed into her one last time. Eyes closed, he basked in the sensation of her ass flattening against his groin. Seed formed within and surged out of the shaft. Even without balls that tightened, the pulsing of his cock and the painting of her insides was the same as all other humanoids. White drowned her insides. Intense spurts of thick cream pumped into her. She squirted with equal ferocity. His heat inside her was all she needed to go completely rigid.

Then, completely limp.

“M-moooarrrrr,” the insatiable redhead gasped, after she was carefully placed on the floor.

“Claim more when you can move again,” Apexus advised her stoically. A lingering parting kiss was his short goodbye to the cum leaking tiger girl. The nymphomaniac would reclaim feeling in her legs eventually. In the meantime, he would play with the other two.

Apexus stood up and straightened his back. A slight smile played around his lips. When he turned around, it was gone, replaced with the stern gaze of the… “”Master!”” the submissives gasped in unison.

A happy tingle rolled through Apexus’ insides. The title was laden with lustful meaning and he revelled in it. A sinful indulgence and one he allowed himself. He was a Monk, not a stone.

“Strip,” he ordered. Robes and armour that had been kept on for far too long finally dropped from their female forms. Plate revealed the curve of Korith’s enormous chest and fat ass. As cloth whispered over her skin, the sheer obscenity of Aclysia’s pale pear figure became visible, her perfect bubble butt invoking every need to see, touch, and breed.

Apexus’ own bodily functions had cleaned his cock completely by the time he reached the two of them. In dual motions, he grabbed Aclysia’s squishy behind and one of Korith’s longer horns. He pulled on both, dragging the pink lips of the angel up to his and those of the tanned blonde towards his cock. Both did as he desired. Eagerly, Aclysia surrendered her mouth to his invasive tongue. Eagerly, Korith took his large cock down her throat. Eagerly, both moaned.

Wings flitted, while Aclysia pressed herself against him. Pebbled nipples crowned her petite breasts. Smooth, hard, and soft, her chest rubbed against his firm form. Below, Korith grasped at the air, nothing to do with her scaled hands. Standing, she was at the perfect height to take his entire shaft down her well trained hole. She had been before, but now it was that little bit easier for it to angle down and glide down her tight, sensitive throat.

Aclysia envied the shortstack for a short moment, then the tongue inside her mouth extended into a tendril in its own right. Her eyelids fluttered, her own throat stretching around the bulbous head of the transformed tentacle.

More sprouted from Apexus’ back. His attention was short. Like Reysha, he had been holding it in for several days, when rest at the depths of the dungeon had been too sporadic and unsettling to enjoy. It urged him to see all of them filled with seed. Even if it was deliberately impotent, instincts desired the deed done.

Tendrils coiled around throats, wrapped around thick thighs, and found the two twitching holes hidden between. Korith stopped squirming for long enough to spread her legs. The little bundle of supple flesh jumped, then her eyes rolled up. All three of her holes were getting filled to the brim by the large members of her beloved, activating every perverted part of her size seeking brain. Aclysia raised one leg at the knee with the grace of a dancer and gyrated her hips invitingly with the determination of a hopelessly lost nymphomaniac.

‘A slut for my darling,’ the words surfaced in her thoughts, echoed for a moment, and then repeated over and over again. ‘I’m a slut for my darling! A slut for my darling! A slut for my darliiiing.’ The muffled sentence reverberated around the tongue fucking her throat, while her quim and backdoor were swiftly filled.

“SMACK!” the reverberating sound of her ass getting spanked filled the chamber. Aclysia screamed. Her spread, swollen lips gushed clear love juices. Her long hair trembled, every quake that went through her body making its way down to the tips, hanging all the way by her round, white ass. She was like a flawless marble statue in motion, as soft as the great artisans desired to convey through imagery to the touch. Only where his hand brought her delectable abuse, did she turn red.

‘MEeeeeee toooooooo!!!!’ Korith screamed inside her mind and swiftly got almost exactly what she wanted.

Apexus pulled her off his cock, then pinned her down on the floor. The tendril in her cunt switched places with his manhood. Hands were pinned above her head and her enormous tits squeezed until the overabundant flesh spilled between roughly grasping digits. Korith grinned as much as the usage of her throat allowed.

Aclysia was lowered to the floor next to where the kobold enjoyed being buried under her Master. To even hold Korith’s hands, the humanoid chimera had to arch his back tremendously. She was just so tiny compared to him. A lack of back issues was an additional perk of his conjoined biology. He could see her enormous tits sway back and forth without a worry in the world – grasp and slap them as the masochistic little cocksleeve enjoyed.

Then he could turn his eyes to the left and witness what he already felt with his entire being: Aclysia’s slender body getting used from all directions. Her neck bulged from the tendrils down her gullet. Her midriff showed a soft rise whenever the tentacle glided smoothly through clenching folds. Her ass was raised just as far as Apexus allowed her for easiest access. Every orgasmic bucking of her hips was tied down by tentacles around her slim stomach and flawlessly smooth legs. Unlike Korith, the angel didn’t even need to breathe. She was just a constantly available, gorgeous submissive.

The pleasure rose rapidly. Tendrils further and further constrained their motions. Suction cups latched onto nipples, teased them with myriad little ends. They were all melted within his many grasps, reduced to a putty like state in which he could do anything he wanted with them.

One more time he shifted positions. He did it just as Reysha stumbled up to him. Sitting, his head was at the height of her midriff. He pulled her the rest of the way towards him with his tail and kissed the sweaty muscles of a softly toned stomach. The redhead giggled crazily. His arms closed around the two true submissives, hugging them tight as the pumping of the tentacles finally pushed him over the edge.

Reysha scratched him behind the ears, while he filled the two spasming women. Like the redhead before them, they went completely rigid, when they were filled with his heat. The warm cum guzzled down throats and pumped up into quivering holes. They vibrated subtly, while they outwardly remained still – the occasional twitch ignored.

First, from Korith’s mouth, to let the little size queen breathe, then from all their other holes, he retreated. They oozed trickles of thick seed. The volume was impressive, yet not quite absurd. It made for a nice display of white, especially from Korith’s tanned features. The white on white for Aclysia’s skin had its own allure, but Apexus loved his contrasts. He gave the metal fairy another smack to the bouncy rump just to see another red imprint. She gasped loudly, before collapsing against him. Her chin rested on his shoulder. A last little gush of love juices announced the end of her aftershocks.

“On your back, big guy,” Reysha purred into his ear. “We’re far from done.”

Apexus nodded in complete agreement.