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A Hero's Reward

Did I really not post this to Patreon?

Anyway, Shepard gets a visit from the three Quarian Admirals post liberating Rannoch, and they have an interesting proposal for how to reward her heroics...

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“Commander, I believe there is something that requires your attention outside your cabin.” EDI’s voice said, surprising Shepard as she finally sank down onto her bed for a night’s rest. It had been almost two days since she’d slept for more than a few moments. Every minute had been scrambling to keep the Quarian flotilla from falling into chaos, fighting Geth and getting stuck in VR simulations not to mention fighting a reaper with little more than a laser pointer.
She sighed and rubbed her face. “EDI… please tell whoever it is to take it up with someone else, I guess Liara’s kind of my XO, go bother her.”
“This may require a personal touch, Shepard.” EDI said cautiously.
Jane scowled up at the ceiling before sitting up and quickly throwing on a shirt and stalking to the door. She practically punched the interface to open the door, snarling at whoever had decided now was a good time for a chat.
“What?”
“Commander Shepard.” Admiral Shala’Raan Vas Tonbay said softly, bowing her head a little as Shepard blinked with confusion. “I hope we aren’t disturbing you?”
“Er, no… no it’s fine.” Jane murmured, looking at Tali and Daro’Xen as they too bowed their heads to her. All three of the Quarian Admirals were wearing robes pulled tight around their bodysuits, hiding them from sight and leaving only their helmeted heads uncovered. “What can I do for you all?”
“Actually Commander, it is more what we can do for you.” Xen sighed, looking over her shoulder at the elevator door.
“May we come in, Shepard?” Tali asked, “It’s kinda private.”
“Sure, come in… I’m sorry I’m not dressed I was just going to try and get some sleep.”
“It’s quite alright.” Raan smiled, sweeping into Shepard’s cabin and taking position by her bed. Xen looked at Jane’s model ships with interest before stepping in beside her fellow admiral.
“What’s this about Tali?” Jane asked quietly as the little Quarian passed, frowning as her friend nervously tugged her robe a little tighter about herself.
“Shala’Raan will explain.” Tali whispered with a small, excited smile. “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.”
“We have a gift for you, Shepard.” Raan said, carefully revealing a small box, opening it to reveal a sleek silver ring. Jane raised a brow and carefully took the tiny loop of metal, turning it over in her palm before slipping it on. “You may not know this, Commander, but as well as an admiral, I am chief historian of our people. It’s my responsibility to preserve our cultural heritage and try to recover what history has been lost over the years of our exile.”
“This ring is a part of your history?”
“In the ancient times, before our ancestors even conceived of creating the Geth, our people had many traditions that were held dear to them. There were several regarding the treatment of heroes to our people.” Raan nodded, an oddly eager tone in her voice as Jane admired the little silver ring.
“I wouldn’t call myself a hero, admiral.” Jane laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck as Tali and Xen looked at each other. “Besides it wasn’t just me who helped re-take Rannoch, my whole team…”
“You are their leader, Shepard.” Raan interrupted firmly, taking Jane’s hands and squeezing. “You returned our world to us. You saved our species. Your name will be repeated for eons in our culture as the greatest hero we have ever known.”
“Admiral… seriously I…”
“In the ancient times, heroes were rewarded with riches and land and whatever they desired.” Raan continued, voice turned into a low, husky purr.
“Th… the ring’s enough, really.” Jane blushed, eyes darting between the three robed women who were slowly inching closer to her.
“The ring is a control device, for the traditional gift to a hero of your calibre.” Raan cooed.
“Er… ok… what’s that?”
“Three concubines, to be your faithful servants for all time.” Raan purred, slipping the robes from her shoulders and sending it fluttering to the ground. “To be savoured and enjoyed as their owner sees fit.” Jane’s cheeks burned as Raan placed a bare palm against her chest, her skin warm through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Raan’s body was bare and pale in the low light of the cabin, soft and smooth and motherly, squeezed into thin, lacy lingerie that only made her look more delicious. Her legs were squeezed into long stockings, that ended mid-thigh and were hooked into suspenders that were valiantly hugging Raan’s wide hips. The Admirals immense breasts were cupped by black lace so thin it was practically transparent, each cup was linked to Raan’s choker by simple ribbons. Set into the choker was another ring like the one held in Jane’s palm, glowing slightly with orange light as Jane blushed and stared down at her.
“We’re so eager to serve, commander.” Xen mewed, shedding her robe and pushing her chest out a little, showing off the semi-transparent babydoll that had been draped over her hourglass figure. Her chest heaved with excitement as Shepard drank in the sight of her naked flesh, making the soft lacy fabric flutter. She rested her gloved hands over her chest, cooing as she rubbed her thighs together, more than eager to please her new mistress. Like Raan she wore stockings and a garter belt, but in her desperation to please, had forgone underwear, leaving her bald purple pussy glistening in the cool air. Beneath the gossamer negligee, her breasts were covered only by a thin brassier that was mostly a collection of ribbons, hiding her nipples but leaving almost all of the heaving purple orbs bare.
Tali let out a soft whimper as she dropped her robe, shyly averting her eyes as Jane gawped at her nude form. Her stockings were a snowy white and were hooked into suspenders resting comfortably over her hips. Her rear was split by the panties she’d chosen, the delicious peach of her ass bisected by the white of the underwear, which hugged her pussy snugly at the front. Despite her lower quarters, she was far less buxom than her fellow admirals, her cute little breasts hidden away behind a simple white brassier which connected to both her choker and to the garter belt holding her stockings.
“Wh… what are you doing!?” Jane choked after she finally got over her shock at the three beautiful women before her. “You’re out of the suits! You’ll die!”
“We’ll be fine, Shepard.” Raan smiled, “We have to introduce you to our immune systems, if we are to please you on a daily basis. We’ve taken all the measures we can to ensure we’ll be as safe as possible.”
“Daily…” Jane mumbled, before shaking her head and raising her hands, stammering as Raan, Xen and Tali pushed themselves against her. Soft warm skin and slutty lingerie brushed against her as she tried to get her brain to ignore the three incredibly attractive Quarians and formulate an escape plan. A hand slipped around her waist, cupping her butt and she yelped, panicking and staggering backwards. “Whoa! H… hey! Easy on the touching… I… I didn’t say I accepted this gift! Don’t I get a say?”
“You’re our hero, Shepard.” Xen groaned, “We have to show you just how grateful we are.”
“Sh… Shepard, please.” Tali breathed, taking Jane’s hand and shyly bringing it against her chest. “Let us please you. After everything you’ve done… please let us thank you.” Jane could feel the little thing’s heart throbbing beneath her breast as her palm pressed against purple skin. This was the first time her friend had ever felt another person’s skin against hers, she realised. She was risking so much just to touch… just to be close to her, and it was all to thank her for saving their world.
Didn’t she deserve it? Recognition? A reward for all she risked for others?
A soft hiss brought her attention back to Raan, her eyes widened as the admiral brought the faceplate of her mask away and smiled. Beautiful, glowing eyes shone up at Shepard as Raan cradled her cheek in her hand, standing on her tiptoes just to inch closer, dark lips parting.
Raan tasted sweet as their mouths met, tongues slipping and duelling between them. Her hand clinging to Jane’s cheek, busty body pushed tight against Shepard’s muscular frame. A low, keening, adoring whine echoed from deep inside the admiral, a sound completely unable to convey the purest bliss she felt as she was kissed by the woman she had sold herself to.
The kiss broke and left Jane panting, her eyes wide as Xen pushed herself snug against Raan’s hip and tugged Jane’s face towards her. She tasted of some alien spice as her tongue pushed hungrily up to meet Jane’s, a feral, lustful growl emanating from her chest as she poured all of her passion into the kiss.
“J… Jane?”
Tali’s voice was low and shy, her gorgeous face torn between need and terror as Jane looked down at her true self for the first time. She cried as Jane took her cheeks and pulled her up into a kiss, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks to meet Jane’s thumbs as she clung to her commander and trembled.
“Take us, mistress.” Raan purred as Jane and Tali finally parted, her lips playing about the commander’s collarbone as Xen snuck behind and began to kiss her way up Jane’s neck. “However you desire. We live to make you happy.”
Her hand coiled around Jane’s rod, the pulsing, throbbing, iron-hard cock that had caused her so much embarrassment all her life, and now was practically vibrating with excitement as the prospect of release finally seemed certain. “Remarkable in more ways than one, it seems.” Xen mewed, reaching around Jane and cupping the bulge in Jane’s valiant underwear, petting the straining fabric before releasing it, letting Jane’s manhood spring out and slap against Tali’s svelte belly.
“Oh… Shepard.” Tali whined, rolling her body instinctively against the pole resting against her stomach, gingerly taking the searing hot thing in her hands and stroking. Raan purred and tangled her free hand in Jane’s crimson hair, stroking her head and pulling her into another hungry kiss.
“Wh… what do you need me… to do?” Jane croaked as five Quarian hands toyed with her cock, looking to Raan who was gazing down at the fat throbbing thing with barely contained hunger.
“We must introduce as much of your essence into our systems as possible.” Xen groaned, thrusting her hips excitedly into Jane’s rear as she kissed and sucked at the commander’s collar. “Saliva sweat… semen. We must have as much as you can give, my mistress.”
“W… won’t this make you… sick?”
“It’s too late to worry about that.” Raan chuckled, flashing a smoulderingly seductive smile up at Jane. “Tomorrow we shall all feel quite terrible, but after that we will be able to serve you whenever you desire.”
“So big.” Tali whispered, still staring in awe at the commander’s pulsing member. “so warm.” Her hands began to twist slightly as she stroked, drawing a low groan from Jane’s lips. Raan grinned and joined in, hand moving back and forth as much as it could between where Tali and Xen’s hands were wrapped around Shepard’s girth.
“You enjoy it first, sweetheart.” She purred, “You’ve earned it.” Tali blushed up at her, looking at Xen and Jane for consent before sinking down, squatting and gently pushing her face against the meaty pole. She whimpered and ducked beneath it, feeling the weight of it as it rested over her face. Her hands reached out, one snaking around Jane’s base, the other making its way between her thighs and pushing urgently at her little white panties.
Her lavender cheeks were burning darkly as she slapped herself with the heavy pole a few times. Cute little whimpers echoing up from the back of her throat as she stared up at Jane’s flushed face, lips gently pushing against her cock and sucking.
Behind Jane, Xen let out a groan of jealousy, lips attaching themselves to Jane’s throat and nibbling hungrily. “Mistress… you taste so delicious. I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“You’ll have to wait, Daro.” Raan hummed, toying with Jane’s earlobe with her lips. “Tali’s enjoying herself.”
“So… so good.” Tali whimpered, tearing her mouth away from Jane’s pole and biting her lip. “Jane… it’s so good. I always dreamed… I never thought pleasing you would make me feel so good.”
“K… keep going, Tali.”
Tali moaned vaguely and obediently ducked down, dragging her lips along the underside of Jane’s cock before reaching the pulsing pink tip and placing an adorably sweet kiss on it. Jane laughed despite herself, making Tali blush with humiliation and pull away.
“N… no, no it’s ok… you’re doing so good.” Jane said quickly, fighting her way free of Raan and Xen and taking Tali’s cheek, tugging her against her cock again and moaning as the little Quarian’s hot, wet mouth slipped over her head.
“Mistress, please won’t you touch my body?” Raan crooned, lips brushing against Jane’s cheek as she watched Tali bob meekly on the end of her rod. “I’ve prepared myself especially to be your plaything.” She let out a sharp yip as Jane’s hand slapped down on her rump, fingers sinking into the welcoming flesh and beginning to knead it like dough. Raan nibbled her lip and giggled like a girl half her age, nuzzling close against Jane’s cheek and peppering her with adoring kisses.
“I can’t wait.” Xen growled, finally abandoning Jane’s collarbone and darting around to kneel beside Tali. “I have to taste you.” she tried to push Tali aside, but the little Quarian let out a muffled squeak of protest, fighting to keep her lips suckling at Jane’s rod. Soon enough the pair were pushing and fighting on the floor beneath Shepard, pulling at each-other’s hair and trying to force Jane’s cock into their greedy waiting mouths.
“Stop!” Jane growled angrily, grabbing both women by the hair and yanking them away from each other. To her surprise, both of them moaned with arousal and went limp, staring up at her with big docile eyes.
“Wh… what was that?” she asked, turning to Raan.
“We are bound to you, mistress, our collars are controlled by your ring.” Raan mewed, “Command us, and we will obey.”
Jane raised a brow and looked down at the two Quarians staring up at her expectantly. “Stop fighting and get to work.”
“Yes mistress.” Xen grinned, darting forwards and engulfing the first few inches of Jane’s rod before Tali had the chance to object. The younger Quarian whined and nuzzled closer, forcing her mouth around the commander’s shaft and gazing up at her for approval. Jane flashed a crooked grin and pawed at Raan’s ass again, drawing an adoring mew from the older woman who returned to kissing and sucking at the commander’s skin.
“You really just gave yourself to me?” Jane asked softly, taking Raan’s chin as her other hand stroked through Xen’s long black hair. “I could have done anything to you.”
“You’re our hero, Shepard.” Raan smiled, “You earned my faith, and my obedience.”
“So, you’re my… slave?”
“I am your concubine.” Raan purred, “though if you would like to enslave me, I wouldn’t complain.”
“Is that so?” Jane growled lustfully, pulling Raan’s up to meet her in a kiss. Below her, Xen was mewing with delight, mouth a wet mess as her own spit bubbled about her lips. Her eyes fluttered with ecstasy as her throat constricted around Jane’s girth, her fingers resisting the desperate urge to tear away her clothes and bury themselves inside her sopping cunt.
Her lips pushed against Tali’s and she opened her eyes, burbling to herself as she saw the girl worshipping their mistress with as much enthusiasm as she was. Tali’s eyes were focussed entirely upwards, to where Jane was enjoying Raan’s attentions. She whined and pulled away, ducking beneath Jane’s rod and suckling at her sack, taking one of her heavy balls into her mouth and thoroughly bathing it with her tongue.
Jane let out a low groan, hips jerking a little, squeezing Raan’s jaw tight. “I’m… close, get down there.”
“Yes… my mistress.” Raan smiled dreamily, biting back a gasp of arousal as her collar pulsed with light. She sank to her knees and pushed herself in beside Xen, hand stroking over her old friend’s thigh as her lips set to work bathing Jane’s already slick cock. Tali mewed adorably, appearing up again and pushing her lips against Raan’s, trapping Jane’s throbbing length between their mouths.
As all three Quarian concubines pushed their heads together, lips mashing as they slathered the commander’s cockmeat. Spit smeared as much over their faces as they kissed as it did over Jane’s manhood, leaving all three whining and burbling by the time Jane’s release finally came like a hosepipe.
Xen gurgled victoriously, eyes shining a little brighter as Shepard’s load filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged. Tali watched and whined disappointedly, glancing up at Jane with those big puppy-dog eyes. Raan purred and cleaned up the mess as Xen finally recoiled, lips suckling hungrily at Jane’s head before attacking Xen’s chin. Xen protested wordlessly, trying to scoop up the mess with her fingers and stuff it into her already-full mouth, pushing Raan away.
“Share.” Jane growled, tangling Xen’s hair in her fist and yanking. The admiral whined as her collar throbbed before tugging Tali closer, positioning herself above her before extending her tongue. Tali eagerly lapped up the thick white spunk as it rolled off Xen’s tongue, greedily drinking it down, even locking her lips over Xen’s tongue and sucking on it before recoiling with a pleased grin on her face.
“Mistress.” Raan breathed, licking her lips of the small portion of semen she’d managed to steal away from Xen. “You’re even more delicious than I hoped.”
“Glad… to hear it.” Jane smiled tiredly, wiping her brow.
“So yummy.” Tali agreed, smiling up at Shepard before frowning. “Are you alright?”
Jane nodded and sat heavily on her bed, smiling as the three Quarians clustered around her knees, hands pawing at her lovingly. “Just tired, haven’t had a full night’s sleep in half a week.”
“W… we’ll let you sleep, Shepard, if that’s what you want.” Tali said quietly, squeezing one of Jane’s hands. “We… we’ve probably had enough contact introduced into our systems, right?”
“Maybe.” Raan sighed, petting Jane’s thighs fondly. “If our mistress commands us we shall obey.”
“No.” Xen whined. “It’s not enough! I want you inside me! I want you to paint my body with your sperm Shepard!”
“I’m literally about to pass out, Xen.” Jane winced.
“No! take this! You’ll feel better!” Xen said, scrambling to reach her robe and producing a tiny pack of vials, each only the size of Jane’s pinkie finger, and each holding a small amount of vivid blue liquid. She held one up to Jane hopefully, “Drink it, please! Then we can go for hours!” Jane hesitantly took the tiny vial and tipped it into her mouth.
She pulled a face. “Ugh, what was that?”
“I made it for you, so you could keep fighting longer… or other things.”
Jane groaned and pushed a hand against her forehead, standing up and pushing past the three kneeling Quarians. “Ah… God that stuff sucks.”
“Mistress? My love?” Raan asked cautiously. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” Jane said, waving a dismissive hand. “Fuck… that works fast.”
She turned back to the three kneeling women, cock pulsing hungrily at almost a ninety-degree angel from her body. Xen giggled victoriously and started to crawl closer, only to be stopped as Jane held out a hand.
“Up, all of you.”
The adoring concubines stood obediently, whimpering with delight as their collars thrummed with energy. Jane grinned, a ravenous glint in her eyes as she stalked closer, drinking in her new pet’s heaving chests and quivering thighs.
“Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed.” Jane growled, closing the gap between her and the Quarians in a moment, pushing tight against Raan’s voluptuous rear and grabbing her by the throat. “You first.” she hissed, taking a pointed ear between her teeth and squeezing just hard enough to make the admiral whimper submissively. She looked up, seeing Tali and Xen’s disappointed expressions and snarled, raising her hands and bringing them crashing down on each of their rumps, the resulting squeaks of pain were lost in the satisfying smack of skin on flesh.
Raan gasped as Jane tugged her underwear to one side, pushing inside with remarkable restraint given the unfiltered furious lust coursing through her body. She was sopping wet and almost unbearably hot around Jane’s rod, squeezing tight instinctively to milk Jane for every drop of virile sperm.
Shepard’s fingers wound around her throat again, squeezing just hard enough to make her pant for breath. She could feel her mistress pushing deeper inside her than anything had ever come before, it turned her legs to jelly, stockinged purple flesh quivering as Shepard grabbed her by a motherly hip and used her grip to pull Shala snug against her hips. Raan whimpered with bliss, eyes fluttering as Jane’s rod sat nestled in her belly. She could almost feel it as she pressed a hand to her stomach, imagining how gorgeously hot Jane’s steaming load would feel as it was shot into her twat.
On either side, Xen and Tali whined with jealousy, rubbing hips with Raan as Jane began to pull back and thrust into her. “K... Keelah, mistress… sooo good.” Raan breathed, “So big.”
“Mistress fuck her!” Xen pleaded, “Fuck her hard and then fuck me too! I feel so empty without you inside my slut cunt.”
“N… no… Shepard… please.” Tali whimpered, fingers clawing at the bedsheets as she writhed impatiently. “I’ve been your friend for years, I’ve… stood beside you through e… everything. Fuck me first! P… Please?”
“Shut up, the both of you.” Jane growled, baring her teeth in a pleased smile as both squirming sluts moaned at her command and fell silent. “I want to hear you scream, admiral.” Raan cooed beneath her and nodded, beginning to push herself back against Jane as the commander shifted her grip to her hips, fingers digging into soft, pliable flesh and holding her like a vice.
“M…more.” Raan begged, delighting in the clapping of her immense rear with Shepard’s muscular hips. “Oh Keelah, Mistress… more!” Jane groaned happily as the admiral’s walls squeezed her tight, picking up the pace a little and leaning low against Raan’s back, lips brushing the back of her neck as she thrust into the sopping mess between her thighs. Tali and Xen were watching with rapt attention, admiring the bounce of Raan’s body as she was fucked and the wet slapping of Shepard’s cock driving into her.
Tali nibbled her lip, craving the same treatment, and wiggled her ass against Raan’s hip, managing to get Shepard’s attention at long last. Jane sighed and released Raan’s hip, continuing to slam her hips forwards into the mewling whore even as her hand moved to caress Tali’s rump. “Impatient, Tali?”
“Yes Shepard.” Tali whispered.
“Do you want mistress to play with that cute little Quarian pussy?”
Tali’s blushing cheeks sealed the deal, she was always so cute, but apparently never more so when she was half-naked, dripping wet and shyly begging to be fucked. Jane smiled and stroked her purple cheek before brushing aside her soaking underwear and slipping two fingers into her virgin hole.
“What do you say, Tali?”
“Th… Thank you Shepard.” Tali whined, pushing back against the invading digits, biting her lip and trying to resist the urge to touch herself.
“W… what about me?” Xen pouted, shaking her ass as well and earning another sharp smack for the effort. Jane fondly stroked the handprint she’d left on the Quarian’s rear before sighing and slipping her free hand between Xen’s thighs, cupping the sticky mess of her cunt before pressing inside.
Soon all three Quarians were mewing and moaning with lust, Shepard driving deep into each of their pulsing cunts, leaving them weak-kneed and drippingly wet. Raan howled with her orgasm, throwing her head back and panting like a dog as Shepard drove into her. the admiral panted, eyes losing focus as the treatment she’d craved almost all of her adult life was eagerly provided to her, leaving her a moaning, mumbling mess face-down on the mattress.
“I’m… coming… again.” Jane rasped, pulling her hands free from her other pet’s pussies and grabbing Raan. As one arm looped around the older woman’s belly, the other grabbed her face, forcing fingers coated with Xen’s arousal into Raan’s mouth. The poor fuck-addled thing simply suckled on Jane’s digits, groaning as Jane pushed deep inside and released the night’s second load of steaming spunk direct into her babymaker.
Raan whimpered with bliss and fell limply onto her chest when at last Shepard released her. Tali and Xen’s eyes lit up as they saw the potent cum ooze from Raan’s hole, licking their lips with greed. Jane noticed, smiled, and gently took hold of Tali’s hips, pushing her rod between her cheeks and teasing it against her slit. “Dig in, sweetheart.” She purred, voice low and husky in Tali’s pointed ear. Her old friend moaned with delight, collar throbbing at the command, and pushed her face between Raan’s thighs, sinking her face into the admiral’s twat and beginning to devour as much sperm as she could possible slurp from her one-time mentor.
Behind her, Jane stepped back, taking Xen by the hair and pulling her onto the bed, pouncing and looming over her with a hungry smile on her lips. Xen squirmed in anticipation, thighs spread wide, breasts heaving in their tiny brassier. “Mistress… fuck me. Mark my insides with your seed.” She pleaded, hands wringing above her chest. Jane smirked and brought a hand to the scientist’s mouth, pushing a thumb inside to silence her.
Xen’s eyes crossed with pleasure as Shepard pushed inside her, legs locking behind the human’s hips and hands clawing at the bed as she was speared. She let out a muffled whine of delight, suckling on Jane’s thumb and clinging to the commander’s shoulders.
“Oh… Tali my sweet.” Raan was crooning behind them, nibbling her lip as the young woman greedily smothered herself between her thighs. “You’ve such a talented tongue!”
“You taste… so good.” Tali slurred, chin dripping with both Jane’s cum and Raan’s arousal. “I’m… so hungry… I want more.”
“Patience, Tali.” Jane grunted, slapping Xen’s hands aside and squeezing the scientist’s throat until her sweet little mews grew weak. “I’m playing with this sadistic little cocksleeve.” She released Xen’s neck and moved her hands lower, tearing her brassier away before sinking her fingers into her soft, pliable breasts, kneading the impressive mounds like dough as her hips thrust forwards.
“M…Mistress… slap me.” she whined, “I’m a bad girl.”
Jane raised a brow and delivered a sharp smack to Xen’s cheek, making her moan with delight and tighten around the commander’s invading cock. She grinned to herself and slapped one of Xen’s fat purple breasts, earning another squeak of pleasure.
“C… come… we must… have more of mistress.” Raan sighed behind them, pushing herself up onto her knees and tugging Tali along with her. Jane purred, glancing up from Xen as Raan and Tali began kissing and sucking at her skin, working their way over her back and her shoulders. “Your taste is intoxicating.”
“Yummy.” Tali mumbled, shyly nuzzling her face against Jane’s throat, cheeks blushing. “Y… your sweat… it’s… I want more… I want it all over me.”
“Do you now?” Shepard hummed, turning her head and grinning at the little Quarian as she nibbled at her shoulder. She stopped playing about with Xen’s tits and cupped her friend’s cheek, petting her with a thumb. “Well when I’m done with this whore, I’ll give you everything you want.”
Tali mewed sweetly, nervously moving close and placing a chaste kiss on Jane’s lips, blushing and ducking away behind her again. Jane smiled to herself and turned her attention back down to the trembling Quarian beneath her. Xen moaned, toes curling and fingers clinging to the bed as Jane sheathed herself to the base inside her hole. “M… mistress… don’t stop… fill me up!”
“I… can’t… get you pregnant, can I?” Jane grunted, supressing the urge to laugh as Raan and Tali’s tongues tickled her, thoroughly bathing whatever sweat-licked skin they could reach.
“No, mistress.” Raan sighed, sounding disappointed.
“G… good.” Jane breathed, taking Xen by her waist and slamming her hip forwards. “It means… I can do… this!”
Xen squealed as the commander throbbed inside her, the first jet of cum almost boiling as it spattered her insides. Jane growled as the admiral quivered beneath her, squeezing her jaw as she panted and spitting into her gaping mouth. Xen giggled as Jane’s rod finally stopped shooting into her, her belly packed full of steaming sperm, making her whole body glow pleasantly.
“Clean up your mess, whore.” Jane snarled, taking Xen’s dark hair in a fist and slapping her sharply in the cheek with her cock. The scientist moaned adoringly and obediently began guzzling down the throbbing pole, gleefully cleaning it of Jane’s load and her quim.
The despairing whine she made as Jane pulled herself free of her maw was almost heart-breaking enough to make the commander reconsider, but the sight of Tali’s rear wiggling as she suckled at Raan’s tits overruled whatever pity she had felt.
“Come here, you.” she said softly, taking Tali by the hips and pulling herself close. Tali’s whimper as she gently kissed the back of her neck was almost as powerful as the serum, making her rod almost painfully erect as it slipped between Tali’s plush thighs.
“Sh… Shepard… I want you so bad.” The sweet little thing mumbled, trembling as she sat on Jane’s rod, staring down at the pulsing thing as it stuck out from between her legs. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“I know.” Jane sighed softly, lips playing with Tali’s pointed ear as her hands moved around to stroke her svelte belly. She began to roll her hips, making Tali shake with desperate arousal as her shaft slipped back and forth over her sopping cunt. “Come on, let’s get you fucked like you deserve.”
“Y…yes.” Tali croaked, turning as Jane released her and watching with barely-contained excitement as the commander lay back comfortably on the bed and beckoned her close.
“Ladies, give Tali some love.” Jane smiled, gently pulling the little Quarian close until she was sat straddling Jane’s waist, Shepard’s rod pushing between the fat globes od her ass. Tali blushed delightedly as Raan and Xen pushed against her sides, kissing and stroking and petting her body with adoring hands. She shivered as she was stripped down, cool night air playing over her little breasts as Raan pulled away her brassier.
“Sh… Shepard.” Tali cooed as Jane sat up, hands squeezing her rump as her lips pushed against a hard, dark nipple. “Shepard, I love you.”
“Take her mistress.” Raan breathed, “Fill her with your cum.”
“fuck her until she can’t walk!” Xen agreed, no doubt hoping that would eliminate some competition for her. Shepard smiled at the two older Quarians and snapped her fingers.
“Xen, come behind me.” The scientist moaned and gleefully obeyed, sitting behind Jane and kissing her crimson hair. “Raan… help Tali.” Raan purred and bowed her head, taking Tali’s hand and squeezing.
Jane chuckled and gently lifted Tali up, gently pushing her head against the dripping mess of her pussy. “Are you ready?”
Tali moaned and pushed herself down, letting out a low whine as she was spread wide by Shepard’s rod. “So big.”
“It’s ok, take it slow.” Raan purred into her ear, hands resting on Tali’s hips and helping her sink down.
“Nyah!” Tali squeaked as Shepard and Raan tugged her down until she was nestled in Shepard’s lap, her cock buried deep inside her. she whimpered and cupped her belly, stroking the taut purple flesh as it swelled around the intrusion. “Oh… Keelah it feels so good.”
“Now bounce that fat ass.” Xen grinned eagerly, stroking Jane’s shoulders as the commander lay her head back in her lap. Tali moaned and planted her hands on Jane’s shoulders, heaving herself up a few inches before slamming back down with a wet smack. Soon enough she was bouncing on Jane’s cock with singular intent, panting and almost sobbing with glee as she was fucked.
Raan’s hands held Tali, helping her pull herself up and down Jane’s length, her lips obsessively playing with her young friend’s cute little tits, slathering them with her tongue and teasing her nipples gently with her teeth.
“Fuck me!” Tali moaned as Jane’s hands explored her body, tweaking a nipple, caressing her belly, clapping her fat cheeks together as she bounced and bounced, driving herself insane with pleasure. “Shepard… never stop… pleeeeease!”
Jane laughed and sat up, drawing a disappointed whine from Xen who had been enjoying herself playing with the commander’s hair. “Fine, but I’m getting on top.” Tali let out a surprised whoop as she was lifted into the air and dumped heavily onto her chest, Jane’s hands sinking into her ass before she rammed herself back into the hot, wet mess of her pussy. Tali’s eyes rolled back in her head with each violent thrust, her whole body rippling from the force of each smack to her rear from Jane’s hips. Her begging turned into wordless moans and then faded into vague cooing sounds as she was pounded down into the mattress.
“Ladies, take care of each other, I’m going to savour this.” Shepard purred, eyes glinting as Tali quivered beneath her thrusts.
“Yes mistress.” Raan moaned, yanking Xen into a passionate, and extremely wet, kiss.
As the two Quarian milfs rolled away, locking lips and thoroughly exploring each other’s bodies, Jane set her sights of properly breaking Tali in. her old friend was limp beneath her as she rammed her pussy full again and again and again, her balls swatting Tali’s sopping petals with every jerk of her hips.
Tali’s hair was long and silky, black as ink and very convenient for Shepard to grab onto. She coiled the beautiful locks around her fist and gave Tali a sharp tug, drawing a low squeak of pain from the fuck-addled Quarian. “If you need me to slow down, just say, love.” She rasped, kissing Tali’s cheek as her spare hand caressed her stomach.
“N… no…. I … I want it… hard.” Tali croaked, struggling to focus as she was filled over and over again. “B… break me.”
“Kinky little cockslut, aren’t you?” Jane smiled quietly, nipping at her ear. “Alright, hard it is.”
Tali gurgled weakly as Jane shifted, her foot pushing down on her cheek as she took up a new position and began hammering her harder than she’d fucked anyone before. Eyes rolling in her head, crossing stupidly with every thrust, Tali lost herself. Time and place seemed to melt away, vanishing into a haze of pure ecstasy as she was fucked and spanked and pushed down into the bed.
It might have been minutes or hours or even days later for all Tali cared when Jane finally stopped, yanking her up and into her lap as she blew her load deep into Tali’s womb. The young Quarian cried with delight, sobbing and clinging to Jane’s hands as her commander squeezed her. The last thing she was aware of before losing consciousness was Jane’s lips against her cheek.
-o-o-o-
Jane blinked awake and pressed a hand to her forehead, nursing a truly awful headache. She wondered for an instant if it had all been a dream, before recognising the familiar sensation of three hot, wet, Quarian mouths suckling at her cock.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her three new concubines, smiling weakly as three pairs of glowing eyes shone up at her. “H… hey, ladies.”
“Good morning mistress.” Raan mewed, dragging her tongue up the length of her rod. Her voice was hoarse and nasal.
“You feeling alright?” Jane asked slowly, noting the dark bags under her plaything’s eyes and the unhealthy pallor of their purple flesh.
“Awful, mistress.” Xen mumbled, sniffing. “B… but we’ll… be good sluts… anyway.”
“Hey, no way, take care of yourselves.” Jane groaned, pulling free from their adoring mouths and sitting up. “What do you need?”
“S… some antibiotics would be nice.” Tali groaned, pouting down at her lap.
“And… tea.” Raan nodded weakly.
“Did you even bring your suits?” Jane sighed tiredly.
“Yes… they’re… in a box outside.” Xen mumbled, “We changed outside the door. Our… Our belongings are down in the cargo hold.”
Shepard shook her head and stood, pulling on her panties before turning to the three naked Quarians on her bad. “Go clean yourselves up and get what you need. I’ll help move your stuff up.”
All three Quarians moaned weakly as their collars glowed, and crawled away into the shower, leaving Jane to sit and admire the carnage that was her bedroom, listening to the low whines and groans of her concubines as they washed each other down.

Blowing Off Steam

Taking part in a suicide mission is stressful, thankfully Jack knows just how to unwind. Whilst Shepard and her band of do-gooders run around playing hero, Jack slips off to her favourite spot and spends an evening slathering herself in alien spunk.

This piece was done by the excellent Kafka.

A Blue Tomorrow. Chapter One.

A commissioned sequel to The Clean Room, Liara T'soni purchases Tali's adopted protégé as her personal slave, and winds up getting drawn into the Asari Invasion of Earth.

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“Enjoying the party?”

Dr. Liara T’soni had gotten used to people trying to sneak up on her, even before she’d become the Shadow Broker she’d been constantly watching her back. That meant two things: One, that anyone sneaking up on her had to be damn good at it, and two, that she had to be prepared.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t normal circumstances, and she’d neither heard her host prowling up behind her or readied herself in any way to be ambushed.

She yelped and turned her head, letting out a low sigh of relief as she saw Minister Llossana Anima smiling down at her. “Oh, Minister… I didn’t hear you coming.”

“I can see why.” The matriarch smiled with twinkling eyes, “What a lovely reunion.”

Liara bit her lip and turned her attention back to her crotch, where Tali’Zorah vas Anima and Ina’Zorah Vas Anima were greedily inhaling her cock.

Tali had been a friend and a comrade once, but no one would have thought it looking at her now. She and her adopted protégé were just like every other member of their species, obedient, devoted, dedicated sluts. Tali’s pretty purple face was nuzzled against the bottom of Liara’s member, her skin slick with spit and sperm. Her formerly small chest had been plumped to enormous udders, her full-body enviro-suit replaced with a slave-collar, and all her intelligence left to waste as she served her new purpose. Even as she gargled on Liara’s balls, one hand caressed her swollen, pregnant belly, the other worked at her young lover’s twat.

An hour or two ago Liara had been awkwardly avoiding the hundreds of happy Quarian slave girls whoring themselves out around the party, but then Tali had cornered her and, before Liara knew what was happening, she was balls deep inside some tiny Quarian teenager’s asshole.

“Gluh.” Ina gurgled, lashes fluttering as she stared up at Liara, throat packed with asari meat. Liara flushed a little darker, there was so much love in those pretty little eyes.

“I… uh… I actually wanted to talk to you.” Liara groaned, her hands squeezing both Quarian’s scalps as they slobbered and gagged on her dick. “Tali said… Ina was… on the market?”

“Ah, you’d like to buy her?” Anima beamed, “Wonderful! I had a proposal to put to you already, why don’t we go somewhere private to discuss it?”

“N… now?” Liara whined, biting her lip as she felt Ina’s tonsils massage her shaft.

“Why not, there’s no time like the present, as the humans say.” Anima chuckled. “Tali and Ina can pleasure you inside just as well as they can here.”

Liara groaned as both Quarians abandoned her cock and pressed themselves to their mistress. Tali’s curvy, pregnant form and Ina’s tight, svelte frame groped by two strong blue hands. She stood up and wiped her cock dry with a nearby napkin, following Anima into her mansion.

-o-o-o-

“I didn’t expect Ina to take your fancy.” Anima said, seating herself across a smooth mahogany table and pushing Daro’Xen vas Anima and Shala’Raan vas Anima towards Liara as Tali and Ina cuddled up to her. The poor mindless Xen let out a soft ‘Ooo’ as her eyes focussed on Liara, and clumsily knelt down between Liara’s thighs. Raan, huge and soft and curvy, giggled like a schoolgirl and spread her legs, playing with her silver-haired cunt before sliding herself over Liara’s throbbing prick. “Your last lover was so much more… butch.”

Liara frowned. She didn’t like to be reminded of Shepard; it was a wound that still hadn’t healed even after five years. “Ina’s very sweet.”

“Isn’t she just.” Anima purred, coiling Tali’s hair around her fist and tugging sharply. “Tali’s been a wonderful mentor to her.”

“I’m so happy to please.” Tali simpered, stroking her belly as her ‘daughter’ threw herself into to deepthroating her owner’s pole.

“How much would you like for her?” Liara asked, wincing and shifting in her seat as Raan’s massive rump squished onto her cock. She wasn’t used to people being around when she was having sex, or negotiating a slave’s price for that matter, doing both at the same time was a struggle. “I admit I’m not entirely familiar with how much Quarians cost.”

“It’s quite simple, the better the specimen the higher the price. A prized breeder like Raan here could go for hundreds of thousands to a colony world. A well-broken slut like Xen wouldn’t raise nearly as much, a bit too well-used for full price.”

“What about Tali?” Liara asked, gingerly petting Xen’s silky hair as Raan continued to smack her bubble-butt down onto her hips. “A… and Ina.”

“Oh Tali is the finest Quarian in the galaxy, the perfect example of what her species should strive to be.” Anima grinned, enjoying Tali’s delighted blush as she fingered herself happily on her thigh. “She’d sell for millions at the very least… If she was for sale.”

Liara caught Anima’s meaning plain and clear, and gave up on the idea of maybe buying both her old friend and her daughter as a package deal. “Of course, and Ina?”

“Ina’s fresh.” Anima smiled, giving Tali a finger to suck on as Ina rammed more of her cock down her throat. “A healthy young girl like her, unspoiled and easy to train, she’d sell for a high price on any market. But I’m not interested in money.”

“You’re not?” Liara frowned, nervous at how little information she was getting out of Anima. “Then what?”

“Liara, I’ll be candid.” Anima sighed, “I’m well aware you are the Shadow Broker.”

Liara tensed instantly, her hands clenching and making Xen yelp with pain as her hair was pulled.

“Tali is the perfect Quarian, like I said.” Anima explained. “She keeps no secrets from her owner.”

Liara scowled over at her pregnant former friend who was pouting, clearly feeling more insulted that Liara expected her to keep secrets from her owner than she was feeling guilty of spilling her friend’s secrets. “Mistress knows everything about me, Liara. I’m a good Quarian.”

“You clearly know how dangerous I can be.” Liara said slowly. “And you chose to show your hand anyway? What do you want?”

“I want Humanity brought to heel, just like the Quarians.” Anima said, lacing her fingers. “I want that entire species under our command by the end of this decade, and to do it cleanly and efficiently, I need your resources.”

“I’m not going to help you wage war.” Liara scowled.

“It’s for their own good.” Anima said, one brow raised in surprise. “You’ve spent so much time among them, you know them better than most. Can you honestly say they wouldn’t be better off under our guidance, that this galaxy wouldn’t be a safer place for us all?”

“Humanity just defeated the Reapers, they brought the entire galaxy together, and you want to make them your enemies?”

“Humanity learned about the mass relays and within a year started an interstellar war.” Anima retorted. “Humanity, in a few short months, brought the galaxy together just like you said. They’re dangerous, undisciplined, powerful yes, but that power needs to be controlled. Left alone they’ll wipe themselves out, and they might just take us down with them.”

“So you’ll control them?” Liara laughed. “You?”

“Us.” Anima smiled. “The Asari. My interest in this war is purely financial, my slave empire is raking in more profits than my political power ever did. With another source of healthy slaves to pull from my income will increase exponentially.”

“You want to conquer an entire species for money?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m in the right. Humanity needs us, you know it, I know it, so in exchange for your support in the invasion of Alliance space, I’ll give you Ina and all the information you could want about my rivals. My own espionage network is quite adept.”

Liara groaned as Raan coaxed an explosive orgasm out of her, her cock exploding into the Quarian milf’s sopping cunt and flooding her with steaming-hot cum. She pushed Raan off her lap and gasped for breath before scowling over the table to Anima, who was pressing both Tali and Ina’s mouths to her erection, a confident smirk on her lips.

“If you won’t do it for the greater good, do it for the human lives you’ll be saving.” Anima shrugged. “A longer war means more unfortunate losses, more poor humans that could have been enslaved and rescued from their miserable little lives, that will never know the bliss these lovely pets do.” She tousled Tali and Ina’s hair, both Quarians mewing with utter delight up at her in between kisses around her shaft.

“My operatives aren’t an army; I won’t send them into battle needlessly.” Liara said slowly.

Anima grinned. “I trust your expertise to use your assets to their fullest potential. Find us some resistance cells, leak us enemy movements, bring some important stock back to us for re-education… whatever you think is best. Like I said, we don’t want any more suffering than we have to create, the less bloody the better.”

“Hmmf.” Liara grunted, scowling down at her lap as she thought. It was harder than usual with Raan and Xen licking cum from her blue flesh. Anima was a crook, but she wasn’t wrong about humanity being dangerous. For every Shepard there was an Illusive Man, and a hundred more humans willing to follow blindly. The Asari hadn’t had a war amongst themselves for nineteen generations, millennia of peace, and if they could bring that to the human race at the low cost of their freedom, wasn’t it worth it? “I will do what I can with what I have, but I refuse to be drawn publicly into this invasion. Any pro-asari intent the Shadow broker shows could lead people to identifying me, and if I am outed, then I take you down with me.”

“No need for threats.” Anima laughed, tugging Tali and Ina to their feet. “We’re friends now, comrades! Come on, let’s seal our little bargain.” She smacked Ina on the rump and the young Quarian hurried around the table and threw herself onto Liara.

“Oh Mistress…” she purred sultrily, running her tongue over Liara’s cheek. “I’ll be such an obedient girl for you, I swear.”

“You’d better be able to keep your mouth shut better than Tali.” Liara growled, grabbing her ass and kneading it hard. The little Quarian groaned with delight and draped herself over Liara’s chest.

“Anything, my goddess.”

“Raan, Xen, come bend over the table, Tali you do the same opposite Raan.” Anima called out, standing and stretching languidly. “Liara dear, why don’t you bend Ina over and let her say goodbye to her family properly?”

Liara scowled, not exactly happy with the arrangement, but pushed Ina over to join her adoptive mother and fellow fuckslaves in bending over the table. “Just so you know, I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, Anima.” She said, pressing herself into her new slave’s tight young cunt.

Anima smiled, plugging Xen and exploring Raan’s ass with her slender blue fingers. “I’d expect nothing less, Shadow Broker.”

-o-o-o-

“Oh mistress, you look so tired.”

Liara smiled as she felt Ina’s supple hands caress her cheek, glancing over from her many monitors to her personal plaything. Young Ina had proven herself to be every bit the slave Anima had promised, utterly obedient and caring, going out of her way to anticipate Liara’s needs before she could even ask. She gave the little purple slut a kiss on the cheek and stroked a hand over her swelling belly.

Six months of owning a slave, and she was already going to be a mother. Life was certainly moving fast these days.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap and keep me company?” Liara hummed, scooping her pet up and helping her wriggle into place. “I’ve got a lot to do.”

“You’ve got a message mistress.” Ina pointed out, gesturing to Liara’s comms as she wound her arms around her hips and nuzzled to a plump blue breast.

Liara sighed and moved to dismiss the notification before she saw the name and paused. “Mother?”

The message opened up, revealing the beautiful blue forms of her parents, Benezia and Aethyta T’soni.

“Hey kid.” Her father began, “Sorry to miss you, this would be better done face-to face, but there’s no time to waste.”

Liara rolled her eyes, her parents had been urging her to commit more of her forces to the conquest for weeks now, ever since the invasion of Alliance Space had begun in earnest and war had been officially declared.

“We’ve heard from a friend, an old commando teammate.” Benezia said hesitantly, “She had information you need to hear, about Shepard.”

Liara froze like a statue, tensing under Ina’s hands and making the girl look at her with concern in an instant.

“She’s alive, kid, running one of the resistance cells.” Aethyta nodded. “I know this is gonna be a shock, she meant a lot to you, but now she’s killing our sisters, blowing up ships… you know how dangerous she can be better than anyone.”

“We wanted you to know so that you’d have a chance to reach her first.” Benezia explained, lacing her fingers with Aethyta and staring sympathetically into the camera. “The military will get the info as soon as our friend gets back to her platoon. You could catch her, rescue her from herself, make sure no one else gets hurt.”

“We know this must be so painful to hear, kid.”

“Call us when you can, or come visit, we’d love to meet your new pet.”

“And kid?” Aethyta added, “You can’t hold back anymore, not with Shepard in play. Stop sitting on the side-lines and keeping your mercs on their usual duties, this is a real war now, you need to step up.”

“We love you, little wing, good luck.”

The message ended, Liara stared at the blackness of the screen in silence.

Ina gently reached up and cupped her cheek. “Mistress?”

“She’s alive.” Liara whispered. “Shepard’s alive.”

Ina struggled to read Liara’s expression, and remained mute, stroking her cheek with a thumb just to remind her she was there.

“She’s alive.” Liara repeated, an edge coming into her voice. “And she didn’t tell me. She’s alive and she didn’t come and find me.”

Her fists balled and her jaw clenched with fury.

“She’s fighting my people, murdering my sisters, hiding like a coward!” she roared, throwing Ina off her lap and smashing her monitors with a flash of biotic rage. “That filthy, treacherous, human cunt!”

She lashed out again, swatting the wreckage of her set-up onto the floor. “I thought she was special!” she screamed. “I thought she was different!”

“What are you going to do, mistress?” Ina asked, gently squeezing her mistress’ glowing fist in her palms.

Liara snarled down at her with murderous eyes.

“I’m going to stop holding back.”

(Commission) The Rat Queen Chapter 2

A commissioned piece featuring Irikit returning to Morathi's fortress and learning that she's grown resistant to her mind-control. Forced to start over, this time Irikit doesn't take any chances of her plaything slipping out of her control again.

Features: a whole lot of Mind-control, a rat-girl getting down and dirty, some intergenerational advice on whoring, and the merciless slaughter of friends and family by mind-controlled innocents. Fun!

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The dark sorceress Morathi was bored.

She was bored quite often of late, somehow ever since that filthy beast Irikit had skittered away from her court she just hadn’t been able to get into her usual entertainment in the same way. The scheming of conquest seemed hollow, no matter how cruel or despicable her plans were, no matter how sure she was that they would work. The torture of prisoners had once been a favourite way of relaxing, now the screams were just grating, and she couldn’t help but just wish to get the wretched peasants in her dungeons killed off nice and quickly just to spare her ears the whining.

Even her harem of slaves just couldn’t seem to please her like she’d trained them to anymore. Some of them she’d had for decades, raising them to worship her for almost all their lives. But it didn’t seem to matter. None of them were performing to her standards and it just didn’t seem to matter what she did. She’d beaten Taluk, her most devoted orcish loveslave, almost hard enough to make the poor thing cry. It took a lot to make any orc show such weakness or pain, and Morathi didn’t doubt any other one of her pets would have been screaming and sobbing in agony after just a tenth of the punishment she’d doled out onto her prized slave. She’d never been so angry before, never taken out her frustration out on her harem, that was what her dungeons were for. It disturbed her slightly, violence and cruelty were nothing new to her, but she’d never been so out of control as to misplace them onto those who were supposed to please her.

She sighed heavily and massaged the bridge of her nose, even her throne didn’t feel quite as comfortable as it usually did. She shifted restlessly, broad hips and colossal backside making the soft, sculpted leather of her seat creak in complaint beneath her weight.

Perhaps it was all in her head, but she couldn’t help but connect Irikit’s absence with her lack of satisfaction. The wretched beast had left weeks ago and just at that same time, she’d found herself more and more irritated by the lack of pleasure her usual comforts afforded.

It didn’t make sense, she’d hated having the little rat underfoot those weeks she’d been scurrying around the fortress, and each time she’d returned, no matter how short the visit, she’d been equally infuriating. Since she’d last gone there had been no grating, nasal voice cutting at her ears, no foul stench lingering over her home like a vile perfume, no feeling of yellow eyes leering at her as she walked her corridors. There was no reason she should have felt anything but relief now that Irikit was out of her way, and yet…

She sighed again, hand wandering down her body from her breast to her stomach. Perhaps this ennui was thanks to something in her diet? She had flayed her previous chef after a lacklustre banquet the night after Irikit had gone, perhaps the little skaven skank’s absence was just a coincidence?

There was the sound of approaching footsteps and she pursed her lips, straightening up in her throne and uncrossing her legs. It never hurt to give her servants a glimpse at what they’d never get their hands on, fear was a good motivator, but lustful longing was a close second.

Her aide, a young, thin dark elf swept into the throne room with her usual elegance, bowing respectfully to her queen before straightening and speaking. Morathi was barely listening, instead casting her gaze up and down her personal attendant with a critical eye. The woman was beautiful of course, only the best would do for her right-hand assistant, well-built and effortlessly beautiful. Her golden hair and sharp red eyes caught the attention of the troops whenever she passed by, though her permanently haughty and disapproving expression usually did enough to convince them not to try their luck. Morathi had never bothered to lie with the woman, usually preferring to keep business and pleasure separate, but with how disappointing she’d found her harem of late, perhaps it was worth considering dragging the proud slut to her chambers and railing her for a night or two?

“Your darkness?” the aide said, a little louder than she had been speaking before.

Morathi blinked and sat up. “Repeat yourself.”

“Your Darkness, the Skaven envoy has returned to the fortress, she requests an audience.” Her aide said slowly, pursing her lips.

Morathi sat up, grip tightening on the arms of her throne in excitement. “Irikit has returned?”

“Yes, your darkness.” the aide nodded. “Shall I send her away, or have her shot?”

“Perhaps both, that’s always fun.” Morathi chuckled, nibbling on a perfectly manicured finger. “But no… no send her in. Perhaps she’s got something interesting for me, after all our alliance with Clan Moulder has been quite profitable so far.”

“At once, your darkness.” the aide bowed, turning on a spiked heel and stepping towards the doors, only to pause and scowl as she saw Irikit sauntering in already. “Lady Morathi did not summon you, rat!” she snarled, baring her fangs in outrage.

Irikit smirked and shrugged. “Sure just did, weren’t you listening?”

“You were to wait at the gates, beast. The dark lady does not desire filthy flea-ridden rats roaming her halls.”

“Nyaw, look at you, so prim and proper.” Irikit purred, circling her, tail flicking with mischievous delight. “Don’t worry, Morathi doesn’t mind, do you?” she looked up to the dark elf queen watching her from her raised throne.

“You should not have come in uninvited.” Morathi said, feeling like she should have been angrier about the rat’s impudence, but smiling anyway. “But you have, so that will be all.”

“As you say, your darkness.” the aide frowned, bowing again and squeaking as Irikit’s slender palm smacked against her tight backside.

The look her aide gave the young skaven girl as she made her exit was truly murderous, but Morathi barely noticed, unable to focus on much of anything beyond Irikit as she sauntered casually closer and up to her very throne.

“How’ve you been, Your Darkness?” the rat asked, flashing a yellow smile.

“Impatient.” Morathi said softly, her chest heaving excitedly. “Now, why are you here?”

Irikit raised a brow. “I was instructed to offer you a new weapon, in exchange for your support for Clan Moulder.” She said softly, leaning in closer towards Morathi. For an instant Morathi thought she saw a fine green smoke spurt from one of Irikit’s rings, but it faded so quickly she dismissed it as a trick of the light. Irikit laughed softly, leaning yet closer, until the dark elf flushed and smacked her away.

“Stay back you filthy skag.” She snarled. “I can barely stand your stench from where you are now.”

Irikit rubbed her cheek reproachfully, a furious look coming to her beady eyes before she smiled and bowed lowly. “My apologies, your darkness. I was overcome by your loveliness.”

“Eugh.” Morathi grunted, shivering at the notion of the Skaven running her hands over her body. She attributed her blush to disgust rather than arousal and went completely unaware of the flooding of her womanhood with desire as Irikit’s scent wormed into her nose. “Speak not of my body you vile beast, just tell me what you need.”

“Ah, so cold to me, your darkness.” Irikit sighed. “And I thought we’d become friends over my last visit?”

“Never.” Morathi hissed. “Now tell me your business or I’ll follow my aide’s suggestion and hunt you for sport.”

Irikit rolled her eyes and toyed with a strange sack hanging from her belt. “As I said, Moulder would like to offer you a new weapon, the recipe for a gas bomb which should prove most effective in your campaigns. In exchange, we’d like your support in a little… internal dispute.”

“An internal dispute.” Morathi scowled. “So nothing that concerns me. Tell me, why I should bother?”

“Our price could make it your concern.” Irikit shrugged. “And you would be free to approach the conundrum however you liked.”

“Explain to me why this gas bomb is worth the effort of involving myself.” Morathi frowned. “Does it do something interesting? Turn its victims inside out perhaps?”

Irikit lifted the gas bomb off her belt and bounced it in her palm. “Nothing so gruesome, but it could be just as fun with the right application.” She sprayed a fine green mist into the air between her and Morathi. The dark elf wrinkled her nose as the scent of the mist met her nostrils and fought the urge to retch.

“Ugh… wh… what is that?” She coughed. “The weapon?”

“No, no I wouldn’t be mad enough to use our new weapon on you, your darkness.” Irikit purred, smiling innocently as she clipped the bomb back onto her hip. “Just a little perfume. No, our weapon is a pheromone bomb. Deploy it on a group of your enemies and they’ll fall under your suggestion. You could order them to spill their secrets, or one another’s guts, or to march into battle against their own kin.”

Morathi coughed again, eyes watering and mouth open in a lustful pant. “You… you could?” Her sharp red eyes fluttered as she was overwhelmed with arousal, a bright green glow growing behind her pupils until her eyes were shining with magical light.

Irikit smiled and stroked a finger over the dark elf’s plush lips. “If you wanted. Of course you’d have to be very careful when making it, it binds its victim’s wills to the person the pheromones belong to, and you wouldn’t want just anyone being able to make you do whatever they wanted, would you?”

“No.” Morathi nodded in agreement, mouth opening as Irikit’s finger played with her lower lip. “Th… that would be… a disaster.”

Irikit laughed and patted her cheek. “Wouldn’t it just.”

Morathi moaned and sucked submissively on Irikit’s thumb, mighty chest heaving in its tiny constraints and fat thighs rubbing together restlessly as her mind became a one-track submissive mess. She wanted to taste Irikit, wanted to feel Skaven cock in her cunt, wanted to perfume her body with Skaven spunk so that everyone who ever met her knew that she was an owned woman.

“You’re just aching for me, aren’t you?” Irikit cooed. “Gods I dreamed about this breeding-sow body of yours every night I was away.”

“Huh?” Morathi blinked. The green light behind her eyes flickered then faded, leaving the dark elf to scowl impatiently at the skaven who had been controlling her.

“Get… off… my… throne.” She hissed through her teeth, tiny flames fluttering around her fingers as she regained her senses.

Irikit sensed danger immediately and scurried down the steps, doing her best to look contrite rather than immensely frustrated that her favourite fuckpet had developed an immunity to her gas. “Apologies your darkness, I meant no offence.”

“I don’t care what you meant, do it again and I’ll feed you your own tail.” Morathi growled. “Your laboratory is untouched; manufacture enough of these gas bombs you wish to cell me for a demonstration. You have three days, then I’ll test whatever you’ve made on you.”

“Oh, it shouldn’t take that long to have what you desire.” Irikit said with a pained smile.

Morathi didn’t deign to give a response, rising from her throne and sweeping past the frustrated rat, muttering about needing a bath to rid herself of the stink of Skaven.

-o-o-o-

Irikit scowled at the gas bag in her lab. Morathi, true to her word, hadn’t tampered with the place since she’d left, but she’d clearly been inside by the discarded panties and lingering scent of frantic masturbation. Apparently despite regaining her senses, the lingering pheromones and mental suggestions embedded in Morathi’s mind had led her to making the lab her personal masturbatory sanctuary. It made sense, with all the time Irikit had spent in there her scent lay thick over the whole place, Morathi couldn’t resist the urge to drink in her musk even now.

“Well, you clearly work.” Irikit sighed, piercing the thick leather with the point of her knife and letting the thick green goo inside pour out. She dabbed a little of the liquid with the knife again and held it to a nearby candle. The liquid sizzled and burned with a bright white flame, almost too bright to look at.

Irikit hummed, the flame and the scent of the liquid meant that it hadn’t expired like she’d hoped, the problem was far more annoying. It seemed without a regular resupply of fresh pheromones, the compounds of the gas would lose potency. That meant that she couldn’t just dose Morathi and leave for a month or two like she just had, not without the bitch recovering her wits. Irikit supposed she should be thankful the loss of mental control over her victim hadn’t also given Morathi enough self-awareness or memory to realise what had been done to her. She snarled with frustration and stabbed the knife into the desk.

She couldn’t even rely on that, given long enough, who knows what Morathi might remember.

“Gods damn you.” she hissed, before running her hands over her face and tugging restlessly on her ears. “Fine, if that’s how it’s going to be, let’s get to work.”

If it wasn’t an issue with the compound degrading, the immediate solution was simple, more. More gas to get Morathi under control again, and then yet more so that once she was enslaved, Irikit could order her to self-medicate on the mind-numbing musk and solidify her control. Maybe one day she’d find a way to permanently ensnare the arrogant slut’s mind without the need for more chemicals, but for now it would have to do.

-o-o-o-

“Rat!” Morathi roared, kicking through the door of Irikit’s lab not two hours later.

Irikit yelped in surprise and dropped the gas bomb she had been rigging, the fat leather sack fell to the ground and burst, filling the room with thick green smoke. She swore and spun to watch Morathi’s reaction nervously. The bomb hadn’t been ready, the detonator not yet fitted, so honestly she was surprised that the thing had gone off at all, but it was still a waste and once Morathi came back to her senses she wouldn’t be pleased.

Morathi was choking, clutching her throat as the gas poured into her, her eyes bulged and watered, her chest heaved erratically, until finally she let out a pathetic whine and slumped to her knees, drooling.

“You worthless cow!” Irikit snapped, smacking Morathi hard on the cheek. “Look at what you made me do!”

“Uhh, suh…. Sohrry.” Morathi slurred, struggling to focus with so much fog in her brain. “I… I don’t…”

“Shut up.” Irikit growled, putting her hands on her hips. “Gods I don’t even know how long this will last… fuck, I’m too busy to enjoy you too.”

Morathi moaned, hands between her legs pressing needily against her panties. Her mouth was open in a breathless pant, spit slowly oozing down her tongue and onto her chest. Her thoughts were moving at a snail’s pace, creeping through her synapses barely fast enough for her to keep up with listening to Irikit. Listening and thinking for herself felt so hard, she wished Irikit would just tell her what to do so she could stop having to struggle to think for herself.

“Oi!” Irikit snapped, smacking Morathi’s cheek again. “Listen! You’re going to waddle your fat ass over to the kitchens and bring me something to eat whilst I work, then you’re going to keep an eye on those vials.”

She pointed a nail towards the simmering, bubbling lab equipment currently brewing up yet more of her pheromone gas. “When each vial is ready, you take them off the flame and you pour them into those casks. Spill any and I’ll make you lick it up like the bitch you are.”

“Yuh… yes Irikit.” Morathi nodded, smiling gratefully for the orders, until Irikit smacked her again, this time on a massive milk-white tit.

“That’s not what you call me, cow.” The skaven growled.

“Sorry… My queen.” Morathi mewed, bowing low to the ground and nuzzling her lips to Irikit’s bare foot. She received a kick in the teeth for her kowtowing, and obediently scurried away to find her owner something to eat.”

When she returned Irikit took the feast she’d brought without thanks, yanking her chest piece apart to free the fat fleshy meat of her tits. A few pinches to her nipples, a few smacks to her copious udders, and Morathi was sent to work on the gas like a mindless subordinate, and not the most dangerous elf in the realm.

Irikit kept an eye on her pet as she worked, enjoying the sight of Morathi’s massive bubblebutt wiggling as she obediently stared into the vials to make sure they didn’t overboil. It didn’t hurt to have some eye candy whilst she toiled, but Irikit was painfully aware that she’d made a promise on behalf of clan Moulder for an amount of gas bombs she was only fairly sure she could produce in time. She ached to slide herself back into the soft wet folds of her favourite slut, to come home to the hole she’d lost her virginity to and pack it tight with her cream, but she quite liked having a head, and if she didn’t produce the goods then both Morathi and Moulder would want to take it off.

She sighed as she set down the fifteenth bomb next to its sisters and tugged her whiskers back into place. After all her hard work, she would take Morathi’s mind, strip the whore down to her skin, and then nap with her head pillowed by those ridiculous tits.

“Ugh.” She heard Morathi groan and glanced over.

The sorceress looked pale and was rubbing her face, as her perfectly manicured fingers came away, Irikit could see that the light behind her eyes had gone out once again.

“What… what am I…?”

Irikit leapt into action, darting across the room and grasping Morathi by the hips. “Careful, your Darkness, don’t breathe in the fumes for too long.”

“Gah, what… what happened?” the sorceress groaned weakly.

“You wanted to inspect the production.” Irikit said soothingly, massaging Morathi’s bare hips. “I did warn you not to go too close to the burners.”

“That stink is foul.”

“If you say so.” Irikit hummed, testing the soft meat of Morathi’s thighs, the fuckable flesh so warm to the touch. She knew it was a risk to grope the bitch so brazenly, but somehow now that Morathi’s senses had come back to her she just couldn’t resist. “Now, why don’t you go rest in your bed, hm?”

“Bed?”

“Yes, you look awfully tired, why don’t you go and sleep, relax… take care of yourself.” Irikit purred encouragingly, giving Morathi a gentle pat to the rump to push her towards the door.

“I… could rest… yes.” The sorceress nodded weakly, her cheeks blushing darker by the moment. Now that her mind was back, she was becoming fully aware of the lust the gas had enkindled inside her, and just as Irikit had programmed, her thoughts were turning to skaven. Disgusted by herself, and suddenly very uncomfortably aware of Irikit, the dark elf jumped away from the rat, blushing from head to toe. “Ah, yes, I will retire! To my chambers. Alone.”

“That sounds like a good idea, your darkness.” Irikit smiled. “Rest well.”

Morathi didn’t reply, hurrying out of the lab with her tits still exposed and her ass wobbling with every step.

-o-o-o-

Irikit could scent arousal on Morathi every time they met, but as the days went on the subtle aroma of masturbation grew into a thick, heavy stink. Other members of Morathi’s court had begun to take noticed, but simply put it down to her feeling better and putting her harem to good use, rather than frantically fistfucking her holes to the images of skaven dick.

Irikit had begun to grow bolder again, remembering how much fun she’d had with the gorgeous witch on her previous visits. She dosed the dark elf with gas whenever the opportunity presented itself, and just days after her prey had been nearly completely immune, Morathi was now teetering once again on the precipice of mindlessness.

The Skaven purred to herself and stretched in her seat, watching as Morathi avoided making eye contact, fresh of her latest session of shameful self-love.

The doors to the throne room swung open and Morathi’s aide appeared, narrowing her eyes at Irikit as the Skaven gave her a crooked grin. “The subjects have been gathered, your darkness.” she said, bowing low before straightening and shooting a sneer Irikit’s way. “Forgive my insolence, but can we trust this… beast, with such dangerous weapons near to you?”

“Irikit knows that if anything happens to me, her life will be forfeit immediately.” Morathi replied coolly, glancing down to the skaven below her for an instant and blushing as she immediately directed her attention elsewhere. “You have permission to kill her however you please should anything happen to me, at any time.”

“Very prudent your darkness.” Irikit smiled sweetly. “But after all my time here with you, don’t you think I would have tried something sinister if that was my true purpose?”

“I do not care to guess at the inner workings of you mind, rat.” Morathi grunted, shifting in her seat and waving to her aide to bring in the test subjects. “No doubt your thoughts are as vile as your body.”

“Oh no, your darkness.” Irikit purred seductively, circling her bulging pants with a teasing finger and not taking her eyes off Morathi’s. “Far more perverse.”

Morathi’s blush darkened another shade or two, and she swallowed, equal parts revolted and aroused by the implications, and by her ache to know each thought in depth.

She was saved from her own perversions and shame by her aide, who came through the doors again with ten local peasants all neatly bound and whimpering in terror. She smiled and crossed her legs to hide her arousal, tapping on one knee with her fingers as the prisoners were led up to the foot of her dais.

“My friends, how good of you to come visit.” She smiled, baring her fangs with delight. “I do apologise for the abrupt nature of the invite.”

“Let us go, witch!” one of the prisoners snapped, straining against her bonds, fury evident on her face. She was an older woman, still proud and beautiful, only changed by age in the best ways. She wore ragged clothes, clearly poor and overworked, but there was a dignity to her. Morathi liked her immediately.

“It’s not up to me, my dear woman.” Morathi gestured to Irikit, who waved cheerfully and lifted a bomb in her palm. “Irikit requires your help with her mission. Once she’s finished you’ll be returned home.”

Irikit twisted the top of the bomb and gently tossed it into the gaggle of prisoners. It burst as intended, and the smoke shrouded the crowd. Morathi raised a brow as the fog cleared and the prisoners were revealed, coughing and gagging, but apparently unharmed. The gas lingered in a fat, thick cloud on the ground, but didn’t fade entirely as she’d expected. She turned to the skaven who smiled and raised a single finger for patience.

“Wh… what was that?” the woman wheezed.

“Release them.” Irikit said to the aide, who nodded to the various guards watching closely throughout the room. One by one, the ropes and manacles binding the villagers were removed. “And arm them.” the skaven added.

“Your darkness?” the aide asked cautiously, Morathi nodded once, curious to see just what the rat had planned.

Knives were thrown down by the prisoner’s feet, quickly being snatched up by the group as they huddled close in terror. Each one of them was watching the guards, just waiting for them to draw their blades and end the charade. ‘At least we might take a few with us’ was the thought evident in each of their eyes, ‘but why?’

“Gentlemen, there’s no need for you to have weapons, so go ahead and hand them over to the ladies.” Irikit said slowly and clearly, perching on the arm of her chair and practically vibrating with excitement.

The villagers obeyed without question, handing their only defence to the three women of their group.

“Good boys. Ladies, kill them all, clean as you can.” Irikit grinned, mad with power. “I don’t want to make a mess of our host’s lovely throne room.”

The three women turned and plunged their knives into their friends and families, cutting them down with smiles on their faces and not a word of complaint. Irikit grinned cruelly as the test subjects feel to the floor, gasping and twitching as their friends, mothers, sisters… murdered them happily.

“Good girls, very good, now take off your clothes and come stand before your queen.”

The women smiled and obeyed. Irikit hummed with curious approval as her new slaves followed her command, untying their belts and shedding their tunics until they were presenting their nude bodies to her. She chuckled approvingly as the three walked towards her, nothing but lustful obedience in their eyes.

She admired them one by one. The older woman, the matriarch of the little group, looked even more delicious out of her clothes. Her plump, soft breasts bobbed as she walked, broad hips swaying and fat ass jiggling. She reminded Irikit of Morathi a little, but not quite so perfect, she was more lined, more plump, greyer altogether. Her body, nice as it was, couldn’t match the dark elf’s but that didn’t mean Irikit didn’t enjoy looking at it.

The next was a tall, gangly woman, younger than the first and certainly younger than she looked. She looked gaunt, with thin limbs and ribs showing through her skin. Her breasts were small, but her ass was tight and firm, remarkably full given her frame. She had a shock of blonde hair and lovely green eyes, still watering from inhaling so much gas. Her lip was quivering, not with fear, but with need, as shown by the sopping carpet of blonde curls between her legs.

The last was a younger girl, petite and toned. She had a round, pretty face and lovely red hair. Irikit supposed she might have been nineteen or twenty, despite her height, she was well-built, with muscular limbs and a toned belly. Her breasts were small, but she had broad hips and powerful thighs, like the woman beside her, she was trembling with need.

Morathi growled and stood up as she saw the three women kneel at Irikit’s feet. “I AM YOUR MISTRESS, NOT THAT BEAST!” She roared.

Irikit bowed contritely. “Apologies, your darkness, a simple misunderstanding. My pheromones are controlling their minds; thus they view me as their mistress. It’ll not be a problem for the real weapons, we’ll be using your pheromones to create the compound, so they’ll answer to you and you alone.”

Morathi deflated slightly, feeling a little foolish. “I see.” She said, sitting again. “I shall just have to command them through proxy. For now.”

“Very wise, your darkness.” Irikit smiled. “What do you command?”

Morathi pursed her lips and sighed. “I… will defer to your judgement, for now.”

“As you wish.” Irikit smiled. “Ladies, why don’t you tell us a little about yourselves?”

“My name is Ophelia Carrow.” The older woman said softly, “My son was the village butcher… did his death please you?”

“It certainly did.” Irikit beamed, giving Ophelia’s bust a hungry squeeze as she turned to the next. “And you?”

“I am Susan Brown.” The blonde smiled, “I like to fish in the river… may I please be your fucktoy? It’s been so long since anyone used me like I need.”

Irikit laughed and patted her cheek as she passed, stopping in front of the girl and raising an expectant brow. “And what about you, little slut?”

“My name is Odette Carrow.” The girl blushed, practically panting with need. “Nana killed my daddy before I could, I hope you’re not disappointed with me… all I want is for you to love me, to take me as your own… I can’t think about anything but… being your bride.”

“What do you think, your darkness?” Irikit purred, staring pointedly up at the frowning elf. “Every whore has their uses, don’t you think?”

Morathi blushed and squirmed uncomfortably before rising and stepping down level with the other. “I…” she said before pursing her lips. Irikit smiled and silently moved behind her, taking her by the hips and guiding her closer to the women, where the fog was still lingering on the ground. “I think…”

“Your darkness!” the aide yelped as Irikit pawed her. “Get away from her you beast!”

“It’s fine.” Irikit hissed into Morathi’s ear.

The witch blinked, knee deep in the pheromone gas and already completely under her rat Queen’s sway. “It’s fine!” she barked, echoing her mistress.

“I think this one should help with our experiments.” Irikit whispered, gently fingering Morathi’s asshole through her panties. “Perhaps she’ll survive, make an adequate lab assistant?”

“This one will be taken to be experimented on.” Morathi agreed, pointing to Susan who whimpered with arousal. “Take her to Irikit’s laboratory to await further trials.”

“These two… a fine pair… very pretty.” Irikit continued, angling Morathi towards the Carrows. The sorceress mewed as she felt herself be probed over and over again, the thin silk of her underwear only posing a tiny resistant to her Skaven lover’s industrious digits. “Grandmother and Granddaughter, they’d both make such good fuckslaves for your troops, don’t you think?”

“These two will be whores for the troops.” Morathi echoed loudly, pointing to the Carrows. “Guards, seize them and test their skill.”

The guards around the palace exchanged wary looks, some even turned to Morathi’s aide for instructions. Irikit curled her fingers inside Morathi’s asshole and the sorceress squeaked. “Obey Me!”

The guards obeyed, stepping into the lingering gas cloud and grabbing the surviving prisoners. Susan was taken and led away by two, disappearing towards Irikit’s dungeon, the other two were gently grabbed and groped by the remaining women.

“Your darkness, I must protest!” Morathi’s aide complained, “These guards are for you protection, what if the rat makes an attempt on your life and they are too distracted to aide you!?”

“I need no protection.” Morathi groaned, “Not from… my… my queen!”

“What!” the aide yelped, “Your darkness? What has happened to you!?”

“Guards, bring that bitch into the mist!” Irikit barked, pointing a talon at the aide who reached for her sword immediately. She squeaked in surprise as two of the guards grabbed her, smiling placidly as they turned back to their mistress, green light glowing behind their eyes. “Good girls, now bring her in, make her breathe deep.”

“Yes, my queen.” The guards said happily, dragging the aide kicking and screaming into the fog and throwing her down to the floor where it was thickest. The aide retched and choked for a moment, trying to crawl free of the corrupting smoke, only to fall weakly onto her face, gasping and drinking in the potent, mind-numbing musk.

“Well done ladies.” Irikit purred, giving Morathi’s ass a slap. “Now guards, you strip off and put these sluts to good use.”

“Yes, my queen.” The armoured women said in unison, reaching to begin unfastening their or their friends’ armoured plates.

As they stripped, Irikit led Morathi, still riding her fingers, to the Carrows and the wheezing aide. “You three are whores for my cow’s army. Ophelia, I bet you’ve got plenty of experience, so I want you to help sweet little Odette get nice and used to being a piece of fuckmeat.”

“Yes, my queen.” Ophelia smiled, moving behind her granddaughter and pushing her down to her knees. “Listen well, my sweet, our queen deserves the best.”

“Yes nana.” Odette replied, obediently opening her lips and allowing her grandmother to push her head down onto the nearest guard’s throbbing erection.

“Teach her everything you know; I expect her to be the best slut in the fortress by the time I’ve finished with this cow.” Irikit smiled, jerking her hand inside Morathi and making the witch quiver helplessly, knees turning inwards as Irikit forced more of her fist into her asshole.

“As for you.” Irikit snarled, kicking the aide onto her back. “You’re annoying, so you’re gonna go out and find the nastiest bunch of soldiers in the camp, and you’re going to show them a good time. You’re going to be the troops new morale officer, it’s your duty to whore yourself out to whoever wants you, whenever they want you, however they want you. You don’t speak unless ordered to, you don’t wear clothes unless directed to, you’ll eat whatever scraps are offered and sleep with the warbeasts in their kennels, am I clear?”

“Y… yess… my queen.” The Aide choked, tears streaming down her cheeks even as she tugged her bodice open and freed her plump elven tits. “I’m… a bitch… I’m a whore… I’m a pig… I’m filth… I’m scum…”

“That’s quite enough of that.” Irikit snapped, kicking her again. “Now off you go, before I lose my patience!”

“She… was loyal.” Morathi frowned, looking down at the Skaven currently fisting her.

“And now she’s even more loyal.” Irikit smirked, freeing her cock from her pants and sliding it against Morathi’s thick thigh. “Would a disloyal servant degrade themselves so completely and willingly?”

Morathi smiled, easily convinced, “No, my queen.”

“Of course not, now get down on all fours and take some nice deep breaths. I’ve gotta do something.” Irikit grinned, yanking her hand free of Morathi’s rosebud and taking her panties with it. Morathi whined at the sudden emptiness, but obediently knelt and began to drink in the gas, eyes watering as her mind returned to the state it had been in when Irikit had last left her: Utterly, stupidly, obediently horny.

By the time she forced herself to rise, desperate to breathe in real air, her eyes were glowing green and the sounds of sex were filling her court. The Carrows had been descended on by her guards, thirteen strong, ruthless dark elf futas relentlessly pounding the two poor villagers into cum-stuffed messes.

Ophelia was on her hands and knees, her fat backside split by two thick dark elf cocks plunging into her ruined asshole as a third pounded up into her sopping pussy. One hand was supporting her, the other was tangled in Odette’s hair.

Odette was in the lap of another guard, her ass stuffed full of cock and another prick being rammed into her formerly virgin cunt. Her head was resting against her grandmother’s chest. The girl was sobbing with mixed need and pain as she listened, red-faced, to Ophelia encouraging and advising her on how best to play the part of bitchmeat.

Both broken women were already slick with spit and sperm, the guards who hadn’t forced themselves into a welcoming hole busy stroking themselves off over the pair, waiting patiently to have their turn.

Morathi moaned and turned her head, searching for her mistress, only to see her lounging on her throne. she smiled and crawled towards her, pausing at the foot of the steps and sitting up, eagerly awaiting her commands.

“My queen?” she asked softly, “May I please you?”

“Take a drink.” Irikit smiled, gesturing to a gilded goblet waiting on the arm of the throne.

“Oh thank you my queen.” Morathi beamed, overcome with delight at her owner’s generosity. She climbed the steps quickly and clutched the goblet in both hands before bringing it to her lips and drinking. The contents were thick and salty and wonderfully familiar.

Morathi moaned happily to herself as she drank, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of Irikit’s virile seed. It tasted divine, like Irikit’s natural stench condensed and concentrated into a pure, potent slime. She pulled the goblet away and gasped for breath, skaven sperm smeared over her cheeks and dribbling down her chin. Irikit’s seed clung to the inside of the goblet, sticky and heavy enough that waiting for each drop to slide its way out would take an eternity. Without needing prompting, Morathi pushed her face into the goblet and began to lap every last trace of spunk from its cool metal embrace.

She heard Irikit chuckle above her and moaned happily, drinking in her owner’s essence before falling back, breathless and red with excitement. “Delicious.” She croaked. “So… yummy.”

She felt slender, taloned fingers crawl through her hair and mewed. Irikit had stripped nude as she breathed in the gas, her thin, wiry frame uncovered in all it’s grey, furry glory. Her cock, long and pink and pointed, was hard and throbbing in anticipation.

Irikit didn’t miss her favourite pet’s longing expression and smirked. “Stand up, cow. I’m going to make you work for your fun.”

Morathi obeyed, biting her lip as Irikit’s eyes wandered over her body. “Lean in close, bend forwards.”

“Yes my queen.” Morathi obeyed, tilting forwards so her massive backside was perfectly framed for the uncaring orgy below and her udders were hanging low under their own weight. Irikit ran a nail down her cheek before grabbing her ear and yanking her forwards. Morathi moaned, feeling her breasts press against Irikit’s knees as her owner’s mouth rushed towards her.

The kiss was wet and feral, Morathi’s dark lips smacking and slurping as Irikit’s tongue invaded her cheeks, coiling and writhing like a worm inside her. She moaned and tried to bring her own tongue upwards to join her mistress’, but Irikit had taken hold of her by the horns of her helmet, and suddenly her tongue was pressing down the sorceress’ throat.

Morathi gagged and spluttered weakly but refused to move. Her eyes watered as she felt Irikit’s lips press against her own over and over, each motion forcing her tongue in and out of her gullet. Morathi felt lucky that, unlike the two poor whores behind her, she had the privilege of being throatfucked by Irikit’s tongue, rather than her guard’s throbbing dicks.

Irikit pulled away and spat on Morathi’s lolling tongue, laughing as the sorceress immediately swallowed and smiled adoringly back at her. “Gods you were just born to be a whore, weren’t you?”

“Yes my queen… your whore.” Morathi beamed, enjoying Irikit’s hands groping and squeezing at her chest as she remained bent over in front of her. fingers took her nipples and tugged them downwards, teasing out the massive pale mounds of flesh as far as they would go before releasing them and sending each tit wobbling back into place.

“Strip.” Irikit said simply, leaning back in Morathi’s throne and taking her cock in hand. “Nice and slow.”

“Yes, my queen.” Morathi breathed, grinning from ear to ear. She stepped back to the edge of the raised platform that her throne rested on and began to sway her hips from side to side.

She started slow, with gentle, rolling motions, but before long her body was rolling and jiggling with every jerk of her hips and every swing of her tits. Her breastplate was the first thing to go, torn away and tossed overhead without a care, next her shoulder plates, each spiked half clattering down the steps as Morathi hungrily kneaded her own teats and twerked her colossal ass with need. Skilful talons undid each clasp of her waistband on her hips and at last Morathi was naked, feeling the cool air on her sizzling hot cunt. She plunged two fingers into herself and spread her petals wide, whining with need. “See how wet I am… my queen… see how needy I am… I can’t live without your delicious rat cock inside me!”

“Kneel.” Irikit replied, smiling as Morathi’s face twisted with frustration at her monosyllabic commands. She smacked the elf on each cheek with her cock before pressing against her plush lips. “Suck.”

Morathi mewed and obeyed, sliding her mouth down the first inch of Irikit’s pole. Her hands rose up to grasp her beloved’s cock, to stroke and massage it and milk it of all it’s potent nectar, but each hand was smacked aside.

“No.” Irikit growled, smirking down at the questioning look in Morathi’s big, wide eyes. “Use your face.”

Morathi mumbled obediently and vacuum sealed her lips around her mistress’ shaft, carefully placing her hands on the floor before beginning to force her head up and down the rat’s cock. It came as naturally as all the other outlandishly whorish acts she’d performed for her queen had, and soon she was passionately face-fucking herself on Irikit’s prick, gurgling and drooling all the while.

Spit oozed from her chin as she pressed her face up and down over and over and over again, dribbling from the point of her jaw onto her tits below, lubing them up for when Irikit next decided to play with them.

Bobbing up and down was easy enough, it was resisting the urge to disobey her owner and gorge herself on delicious skaven spunk however she could that was hard. Her fingers twitched on the floor, aching to reach up and take Irikit by the hips, press her to the base down Morathi’s throat, and milk her until she was dry. Her cunt spasmed and sopped, oozing a steady stream of Morathi’s arousal down her thighs and perfuming the air with her scent. By all the dark gods she worshipped, she craved to lie back, spread herself wide, and let Irikit pound a litter of rat pups into her ravenous womb.

Her frustration and longing were interrupted as Irikit suddenly grabbed her by the horns of her helmet and began to buck into her face.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck.” Was all Morathi managed to say as her tonsils were battered by Skaven cock, until a final “Gwuuuugh.” Bubbled out of her spit-shined lips as Irikit drained her balls down her gullet.

The sliding of Skaven cock out of her throat felt torturously slow, Morathi wished it could have stayed buried in her mouth forever. After an eternity, Irikit pulled free and Morathi began to splutter and choke as sperm overflowed her lips.

She coughed weakly and licked the escaping seed from her lips, turning her watering eyes up to her mistress. “Muh… more… please… my queen.”

“Ride me then, cow.” Irikit panted, spreading her legs and grunting as the massively thick elf leapt into her lap. “Oof!”

“Ugh!” Morathi moaned as she slammed her hips downwards and impaled herself on Irikit’s pole, driving herself down to the slender rat’s hips in one stroke. “My queen… use me… bounce me… abuse me.”

“Shut up cow.” Irikit snarled, taking a massive tit in both hands and hoisting it up to her mouth. Morathi giggled and began to roll her hips, making sure every last inch of her starving cunt got it’s turn at being pleasured by skaven dick. She gasped as Irikit bit down on her nipple, and gently cradled her owner’s head against her as Irikit chewed on the little sensitive pebble of flesh.

Each rise and fall sent shockwaves rolling through the pliant flesh of Morathi’s immense ass, the slapping and clapping like a war drum echoing through the high-roofed chamber of her own throne room. Even over the din of the Carrows being used, the smack of Morathi’s ass hard at work carried throughout the halls of the fortress.

Irikit’s tongue swirled and coiled like a worm around Morathi’s nipple as she bit and sucked and pulled on the poor sore nub. Morathi whined, but didn’t complain, even as Irikit’s fangs drew blood by biting just a little too hard into her soft, welcoming flesh. Soon enough, one fat breast was red and worn, and Irikit turned her menaces onto the other, leaving toothmarks, scratches and spit behind her as she went.

Irikit had always been a runt, but squashed beneath the almost comically thick frame of Morathi she looked truly tiny, gnawing away at a nipple like a particularly unfortunate baby, whiskers vibrating with excitement like a mouse scenting cheese. It wasn’t too far from the truth, Skaven had an innate lust for corruption, and Irikit was slaking her thirst royally.

“Ohhhhhh.” Morathi howled, squeezing Irikit between her udders as she shook and convulsed, back arching as yet another thick skaven load was jetted into her body. She trembled as cum overflowed her cunt, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood before looking down to her owner yet again for commands.

Irikit was largely unpredictable, but Morathi finally remembered the most interesting thing she’d learned over the many nights of defilement locked away in her memory. Irikit hated to be bored. After every load sprayed into, or onto, her body, Irikit would move her into a new position and try a new depravity. So to be the best possible whore she could be, she needed to anticipate her mistress’ desires.

“My queen… what now?” she panted. “How do you want to fuck me, to use me? How can I pleasure you, my goddess?”

Irikit grinned, swiping some sweat from her brow and admiring Morathi’s sweat-licked udders. “I think I’ve waited long enough, it’s time to enjoy that fat ass of yours.”

“Oh, yes my queen!” Morathi gasped with delight, replacing Irikit on her throne as the slender skaven hopped off and waved her forwards. She knelt on the soft, warm leather and twerked her ass invitingly, hands kneading her doughy flesh and spreading her mighty cheeks for Irikit to see. “I love how you treat my arse, my queen… how you beat and squeeze and fuck it raw.”

“Hmmmmm, how could I resist?” Irikit ran her palms over Morathi’s glistening assmeat, delighting in the softness of her flesh as it swallowed up her fingers like bread dough. “An ass like this was meant for fucking.”

“Only by you… my queen.” Morathi promised. “My arse is yours… your fuckhole… your cumdump, no one else may touch it but you.”

“Damn right.” Irikit growled before diving forwards and submerging her face between Morathi’s massive cheeks. Her pointed snout found Morathi’s pucker and her tongue rammed inside, swirling and coiling in the wonderfully familiar cavern of the sorceress’ rectum.

Morathi’s mewls and gasps of bliss were muffled by the heavy pads of assmeat pressing down on Irikit’s ears, but the Skaven didn’t much care. Morathi’s pleasure came second to her own, and she was having the time of her life burying herself in this godly ass.

Her fingers dug into Morathi’s flesh more, pawing at her like a kitten on a blanket, sliding her tongue deeper and deeper into the nooks and crannies of Morathi’s insides until finally her tongue couldn’t reach any further.

She groaned and devoured Morathi’s asshole for what felt like an eternity, hands squeezing and smacking at the huge cheeks to either side of her head. A perfect ass, being perfectly perverted by a skaven into nothing more than a fuckhole.

Irikit let out a growl and loosed one hand from Morathi’s quivering rump, bringing it down to beneath her chin and rubbing away at the sorceress’ cunt. The squeals and howls of lust that came rushing out of Morathi’s mouth were loud and shrill enough to be easily heard even through the thick padding of flesh covering Irikit’s ears, and she laughed to herself, before pulling back and gasping for air.

Morathi’s hole winked and twitched eagerly before her, seeming to plead for her to return to it’s warm, tight embrace. The Skaven smirked and grasped her throbbing cock. “Get up cow.”

Morathi whimpered, but obeyed, standing up on the throne and towering over Irikit’s head.

“Now spread your legs wide and get down on the throne. I want a full split, you understand?”

“Yuh… yes my queen.” Morathi moaned, awkwardly lowering herself down until she was in the desired position. “Like this?”

There was no response from the awestruck Irikit, who felt like she was seeing Morathi’s ass for the first time all over again. From this position her ginormous glutes looked twice the size as before, her thighs seemed even thicker, and she was so perfectly helpless to resist as…

“Gwah!” Morathi squealed as Irikit pounced onto her and rammed the entirety of her length into her asshole in on vicious jerk. “My queen… so big… so hard… you’ll break meee!”

“Shut it!” Irikit grunted, sinking her nails into Morathi’s ass once again and setting to work. Before long the hammering of slender skaven hips into an impossibly fat elven ass was echoing off the walls.

“Oh gawwwds.” Morathi sobbed, unable to contain herself as she was stretched out yet again by Irikit’s pole. It had been long enough since her last sodomising that her asshole had mostly recovered and tightened, but that just meant it was perfect for Irikit to ruin again. “More!”

“I said, shut it!” Irikit roared, grabbing some sweaty hair with a fist and yanking Morathi’s head back with it like a leash. “Stupid… slutty… sow!”

Morathi’s moans and groans didn’t stop, but the lack of even a vague attempt at words satisfied Irikit, letting her focus on what was important.

“You… were… made… for… this!” she hissed, blowing yet another load deep into the Sorceress’ bowels. “You were… born… to serve… me!”

Morathi only gurgled, her tongue lolling and eyes rolled back as Irikit forced herself balls-deep into her ass and pounded her harder and harder by the second. Within minutes Morathi’s cheeks were red from the impacts of Skaven hips, by the end of a half hour the sorceress was unintelligibly drooling onto her abused tits.

Irikit didn’t stop, she didn’t slow. She just pounded, and pounded, and pounded. Load after load after load gushed into Morathi’s sperm-packed guts until the sorceress’ belly began to bloat from the sheer volume.

At the end of an hour the slapping of Morathi’s ass as it was brutally fucked finally began to slow down. The elf was unconscious, head limp in Irikit’s grasp, her eyes rolled all the way back in her skull as she drooled down her front. Her ass was beet red and glowing with warmth, shiny from spit and sweat and sperm.

Irikit was bedraggled to say the least, drenched with sweat and even more unkempt than usual. Her whiskers stood out at odd angles and one ear had been pulled inside out by an overeager spelunking trip into Morathi’s hole. she wheezed for breath and delivered one last smack to Morathi’s rump before pulling out.

It was harder than she’d expected, her own exhaustion teaming up with Morathi’s still clenching asshole to keep her inside no matter what. Finally, with both hands pushing on the witch’s ass for leverage, she popped herself free and staggered back.

Cum erupted from Morathi’s gaping pucker, sloshing out of her and splattering the ground. It seemed to pump out of her with every heartbeat, a steady rhythmic gush of seed, until at last the sorceress’ guts had deflated enough.

Irikit untangled her fist from Morathi’s matted hair and gave the broken elf a gentle tug. Utterly limp, Morathi tilted and fell ass over head onto the dais with a splat.

She moaned weakly before a gentle kick from Irikit sent her rolling down the stairs, coming to a sticky, wobbling stop on the floor at the bottom. Irikit fell back onto Morathi’s throne, thoroughly spent.

“Gods… I’ll never get bored of that.”

Below, the gangbang of the Carrows had come to an end. The broken pair of freshly made whores lying in a sticky puddle at the feet of the guards who were watching patiently for their queen to finish.

“Good work girls.” Irikit said hoarsely, smiling. “Er, you two, go drag the sluts out to the camp outside. Tell the soldiers to scrub them down and put them to work.”

“Yes, my queen.” The guards she’d pointed to smiled.

Irikit’s eyes wandered down to Morathi and the copious amounts of cum oozing from her abused hole. She had a sudden epiphany, her sperm was full of the exact kind of pheromones she needed to make the gas, and with so much of it on hand, she could put it to good use!

“The rest of you, I want every drop of cum drained out of her and brought to the lab, a single drop should be enough to make a full batch of gas.” Irikit grinned, jerking a thumb towards Morathi’s leaking rosebud. “I want enough to dose everyone in the fortress by the end of the week, got it?”

“Yes, my queen.” The guards smiled in chorus, advancing on their unconscious former mistress.

Irikit smiled and lay down on Morathi’s throne. She would have a proper night’s rest on Morathi’s ass later, but for now a quick rat-nap in her pet’s throne was exactly what she needed.

If everything went right, and hey, maybe they would for once, she would soon be in total control of not just Morathi, but the entire fortress and everyone in it. She cackled evilly to herself, imagining all the wicked things she could do with an army, not to mention all the women who served in and around it.

Two months ago she’d been a frustrated virgin unable to so much as touch any female of her own clan, now she had her pick of whores to drain herself into. Who knew, maybe one day she’d get around to siring a few litters of her own. Set up her own damn dynasty. Make herself a proper Rat Queen.

She chuckled sleepily and closed her eyes.

Maybe one day, for now, creampieing Morathi’s fat ass was all she needed.

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The Dark Sorceress Morathi was cumming.

She did that a lot ever since Irikit had decided to stay in her court. It seemed every waking hour she wasn’t sleeping or masturbating to the thought of being defiled by skaven, she was being toyed with by Irikit.

She never remembered the little sessions with the rat, a pheromone-induced haze clouding her mind whenever Irikit wanted to play with her. In her mind the blank spots in her memory were filled with yet more shameful fantasies of skaven subjugation.

Morathi’s glowing green eyes rolled back in her head as Irikit’s fingers pumped into her, driving her closer and closer to orgasm by the second. Her guards, dutiful as ever, ignored the lewd display as if it weren’t happening. It was only when the doors to the throne room swung open that anyone took notice of anything odd.

“Mmmmisstress.” The warped creature that had once been Susan Brown wheezed, staggering into the throne room. “A visssitor for you.”

Irikit glance up just in time to see the green light flicker and fade from Morathi’s eyes and instantly withdrew her hands. She shuffled just far enough away from the corrupted sorceress as to not be immediately noticed. Morathi’s mind was pitiful compared to what it had once been, but she was still smart enough and dangerous enough to put two and two together given enough obvious evidence.

“Wh… what is it?” Morathi asked, breathless.

“A visssitor.” Susan smiled, showing yellowed fangs. “To sssee you, and to ssssseee Irrrrikit.”

Morathi was instantly defensive, reaching out and grasping Irikit’s thigh without noticing. “Why?”

“Forgive the intrusion.” A voice said from the darkness. “But I’d rather explain myself than allow this… thing, to butcher my messages.”

Out of a shadow, a woman stepped into the room, just as if she’d been stepping out of a pool of water. She was pale and tall, paper-white skin and silver hair almost glowing in the low candlelight. Her dress was a rich red but parted at the front to show intricate and ornamental black armour. The rest of the woman’s outfit was as contradictory, her breastplate was strong metal, but ended low on her buxom chest more like a corset, pushing her plump tits forwards and offering no protection. Seemingly attached to nothing at all, was a tall collar that ended in points all around the back of the woman’s head. The woman’s hips were ridiculously broad, easily a full metre across and only accentuated by the corset/breastplate’s cinching of the stranger’s slender waist. The woman’s glowing blue eyes stood out against her pearly complexion, the only colour other than red, black and gold aside from the very pale blonde hair done up in an intricate braided bun.

“I am Countess Isabella von Carstein, and I would offer you a bargain.” She said with a cold sneer.

“I don’t often entertain vampires.” Morathi hummed suspiciously. “What do you want?”

“That.” Isabella replied, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at Irikit.

“No.” Morathi said in an instant. “She must stay with me!”

“Why?” the countess frowned, tilting her head quizzically, “You’ve not heard my offer yet, what does this rat have that is of such… value?”

“She… I…” Morathi floundered, honestly unable to come up with a logical reason for why she so desperately wanted Irikit to be close to her at all times. She stood up and scowled. “Tell me of this damned bargain then.”

“Tale of your Moulder Warbeasts has travelled far and wide.” The countess sighed disinterestedly. “I have need of some disposable weapons, the local prey has become a little to organised of late, I require some chaotic elements to break up their little gangs.”

“Why not go to Moulder?”

“Because the less of those repulsive Vermin I must lay eyes on the better.” Isabella snarled. “Bad enough this one is here; I refuse to set foot anywhere home to hundreds of the beasts.”

“I certainly sympathise.” Morathi nodded slowly, “So, you wish to take Irikit and have her make you weapons as she did for me. Why should I allow this?”

“Why not?” Isabella sighed. “Our peoples have never been enemies, even if we have never been allies either. Surely chaos is motive enough for one such as you? I fail to see why you are so reticent to part with this… creature.”

“She… is valuable to me.” Morathi blushed.

“Very well, I’ll have ten times her weight in gold delivered to your gates by morning.” The countess said shortly. “That should compensate you for the temporary loss of your pet, rest assured the second she’s completed her work I shall be sending her as far away from me as possible. You’re more than welcome to take her back.”

“I… I don’t.” Morathi whined, still fighting for a reason to keep Irikit at her side beyond the perverted thoughts creeping through her mind.

“I’d love to go.” Irikit grinned, standing and stroking a hand over Morathi’s nearest tit. “It’ll be… educational.”

Morathi’s eyes widened in horror, and she looked up at the skaven pleadingly. “Never you fear, your darkness. I’ll be back. Just keep taking your medicine and make sure ‘your’ plans are all going smoothly.” The rat purred, spraying a mist of green smoke into her face as she passed.

“But…”

It was too late, Irikit had scampered down the steps to meet Isabella, eyes alight with mischievous lust. As Isabella turned and walked away, Morathi could see Irikit’s eyes drinking in the monstrous swell of the vampire’s immense ass and the bobbing of her fat undead tits. Apparently it was lust more than anything that had taken her beloved skaven away from her.

“I suppose I should thank you, skaven.” Isabella said as the pair stepped through the doors to the throne room. “Few living creatures would willingly travel with a vampire, let alone one such as I.”

“Oh please.” Morathi heard Irikit purr. “How could I resist?”

The Queen’s Conquest. Chapter 10.

A commission for Ashengrey. As Aisshaee and Allishaaee marry, they combine their essences into a new, stronger breed of dryad, before setting their sights on Arruk.

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The marriage of two dryad queens was a rare and salacious affair. As sovereigns of their own colonies, queens were by their very nature, dominant and powerful and commanding. When, once in a century, two queens mated, there was only one question worth considering: which would rule, and which would follow.

Clashes between queens-turned-lovers were tawdry, passionate, and often violent. With neither queen suited, or much interested, in submission, the only way to settle who was in charge once and for all came down to strength and stamina. There had been years-long battles between monarchs, days and months bleeding together into one, long, feral breeding session, where each queen would try to force their lover to submit to their rule through pleasure, pain, or the liberal application of both.

Arruk had been excitedly told all of this by Cheeeil, who, like all of the other dryads of the colony, was all atitter about the prospect of their queen breeding and wrestling the exciting new foreigner who’d come into their home. As much fun as Arruk had been to play with, now that she was well and truly broken, many of the colony were hungry for new entertainment.

Because of all the build up, Arruk had been a little disappointed when the new queen simply mounted Aisshaee’s lap and slid her throbbing, regal cock deep inside her own body. There was no fighting, no show of force or tantalising grappling, just one broad-hipped queen bouncing her regal rear onto another’s virile breeding pole.

It was still fun to watch, Arruk relished any opportunity to watch her beloved owner’s magnificent muscles at work, but she had wished for her queen to utterly demolish the interloper in a vicious show of force. Forcing her flat and ravaging her body until there was no question that she was supreme.

At least the mixing of royal ‘blood’ had been exciting. Dryad’s, much like the trees they were tied to, didn’t have many different organs and fluids sloshing about inside them. A dryad’s body was almost pure muscle from head to toe, tightly woven plant-fibres with the individual’s consciousness spread across the entire form. The only liquid inside a dryad was the thick, syrupy sap Arruk had been completely addicted to. It was sperm, blood, spit, tears, all of the fluid a dryad had to offer, so when the two queens mixed their ‘blood’, what they really meant was…

Arruk moaned as golden, honey-sweet spunk exploded out from the queens’ meeting, overflowing the newcomer’s well-bred rosebud and lazily oozing over Aisshaee’s inner thighs. The new Queen’s soft, pliant midsection swelled a little from the flood of amber seed and she let out a low groan of bliss.

Arruk fidgeted restlessly as Allishaaee leaned back in Aisshaee’s embrace, one hand caressing her rounded belly, the other squeezing her own erection like a vice. “Goddesses have mercy, you are… enormous.” She crooned, “You’ve cum enough to put all three hundred of my daughters to shame.”

“I’m glad you approve, my queen.” Aisshaee purred, continuing to gently press her hips up and down into the sticky mess of her new bride’s asshole. “Now, I can’t do all the hard work for you. Arruk! Bring a goblet!”

Arruk started at the sudden command, tearing her eyes away from the delicious golden puddle forming on the ground at her owner’s feet. “Me?”

“You.” Aisshaee growled, “Bring a goblet to me, now.”

Arruk pouted with confusion, but happily took a small, wide cup from one of the younger dryads and hauled her pregnant form to her queen’s feet, presenting the little wooden chalice expectantly. The Queen smiled down at her before gripping Allishaaee by the hip and thigh. “Let’s turn you around, your majesty.”

The newcomer had time to frown in confusion before Aisshaee twisted her, still firmly sat upon her cock. Allishaaee whined as she was turned, moving with Aisshaee’s help until she was sat in the queen’s lap, facing Arruk’s expectant face and the adoring crowd of onlookers.

“Arruk be a dear and hold that steady for me.” Aisshaee smiled before nibbling at the newcomer’s pointed ear. One slender, taloned hand slipped over the soft green of Allishaaee’s belly before grabbing her by the pole hard enough to make the poor flustered monarch squeak.

“I’d heard you were… nyah… formidable.” The new queen cooed, looping one arm behind Aisshaee’s neck and joining the queen’s hand with her other. “The stories my girls told me didn’t do you credit.”

“In fairness, the poor things could barely walk after we’d finished our talks.” Aisshaee chuckled, stroking up and down Allishaaee’s cock, hand in hand with her new bride. “Now, let’s hurry this along, shall we? I’m in the mood to breed.”

“Hm.” Allishaaee moaned in agreement, eyes locking onto Arruk’s expectant face just past her bobbing cock.

Both queens’ hands moved faster and faster until Allishaaee hit her peak of ecstasy, gasping with bliss as her cock jerked and began to gush golden seed directly into the cup Arruk was cradling. The ruined orc whined longingly as all that delicious sperm filled the goblet in her hands, it’s warmth so radiant she could feel it glow against her face. It took all of her willpower not to greedily devour every last drop, and then catch whatever was still to come in her gaping mouth as the newcomer shot it down at her. But no, her queen had given her a command, and she was, above all else, a good, obedient pet.

Arruk’s reward for her restraint came as quick as her new queen. Rope after rope splattered into the goblet, it soon began to overflow and before long thick, sticky sperm was oozing down Arruk’s arms, dripping onto her heaving chest, and sliding heavily over her pregnant gut. Allishaaee let out one final whine of need and shot her final rope squarely across Arruk’s blushing cheeks, gluing one eye shut and making the desperately hungry orc groan with longing.

“My, what a productive prick you have, my queen.” Aisshaee purred, straightening up and letting the newcomer gingerly extract herself from atop her pole. “Now, hand me that Arruk, and then clean yourself up.”

“Yes your majesty, thank you your majesty!’ Arruk beamed, eagerly passing the sticky, overfilled chalice to her owner before beginning to enthusiastically tongue her own fingers. She was so busy devouring every droplet sticking to her skin that she almost missed the sight of Aisshaee bringing the chalice to her lips and smoothly draining it to the very last drop in one long, elegant draught.

“Hm, interesting.” She hummed to herself, smacking her lips. “Much lighter and more delicate than mine or my girls.”

“Well, our lands are much less rugged and dense than your mountains.” Allishaaee smiled.

“Indeed they are.” Aisshaee nodded before looking down at Arruk. “What do you think, dear?”

“Ugh… sho… good.” The orc smiled happily, halfway through licking up the sperm that had dribbled onto her udders. Both queens laughed down at the broken creature at their feet, lapping spunk from her green flesh.

“She’s certainly… spirited.” Allishaaee hummed.

“Arruk lives to please, if only to feed her own greed. She’ll obey any order so long as there’s a promise of sperm for her to devour.”

The new queen’s brows raised with curiosity. “Any?”

“I’m yet to find a limit to her obedience.” Aisshaee purred, stroking her palms down her new lover’s hips, grabbing her by her bubbly ass and resting her chin on a shoulder. “But we’ll have plenty of time to see just how far we can push our little whore before even her broken little mind finds a limit she can’t cross.”

Allishaaee smiled and leaned back against her bride, enjoying her hands on her ass and her breath on her nape. “So, my queen, what shall we do now?”

-o-o-o-

“Gluck, Gluck, Gluck, Gluck, Gluck…”

Arruk couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t move.

She couldn’t think.

Her ruined, primitive little brain had lost even the pathetic excuse for intelligence she usually managed to hold together. All that she was aware of was pleasure coursing through her, pain flaring in her throat, her seed-swollen womb aching as it was battered, and the warm ooze of dryad sperm dribbling from her orifices.

The queens had descended on her like wild animals, sinking their talons into her pliant flesh, grabbing and clawing and beating her wobbling green frame before finally filling her. Aisshaee had grabbed her by the braids and forced her lips to the base of her queenly cock in one vicious thrust, stretching out Arurk’s throat and immediately beginning to buck her hips as hard and fast as she could. Allishaaee gripped her fleshy ass tight enough for her talons to draw blood, and pressed her own erection into the drooling slit of Arruk’s cunt.

In an instant Arruk had gone from cooing and smiling up at her queens, to being bounced between them on her hands and knees, udders jiggling and pregnant belly bouncing with every hard, hungry thrust into her body.

Her vision was nothing but gold and stars as bright lights mingled with the sheen of dryad cum seeping into her eyeballs. Lack of air and pain made her ears ring and the bright lights throb in front of her, but her loyalty and ravenous greed for the sweet, addictive syrup kept her docile and still.

The queens had mingled their essences, each taking the other into their very lifeblood, and now that their colonies had merged, a new breed of dryads would soon join the family. Arruk’s body, once towering and muscular, had been transformed through her years of abuse and corruption, into the perfect breeding pit for Aisshaee and Allishaaee’s daughters to grow.

The creature that had once been an orc gurgled and spat as her throat was plugged by dryad cock so hard and so fast that her gasping breaths drew more sperm than air into her lungs. Her legs, once as thick and sturdy as tree trunks themselves, quivered and jiggled with soft green flesh, twisting inwards as Arruk lost herself and went limp. Her feet and arms dangled lifelessly as she was put to use, swaying back and forth with each thrust into her body, matching the hypnotic roll of her immense life-filled belly and milk-laden udders.

Cum erupted into her over and over again as time lost all meaning. It poured down her throat, bloated her stomach, coursed through her cunt and into her womb, packing her fuller and fuller until green flesh couldn’t contain it and it began to overflow her.

Syrupy golden nectar oozed from every hole it could escape from. Arruk’s nose, her lips, her eyes and ears, her stretched cunt and winking asshole. As the younger dryads watched in awe, awaiting their turn, some even imagined that the golden sheen of sperm glistening over the orc’s skin was seeping out of her pores themselves, a thick, virile sweat of baby making seed.

It might have been days or weeks or months, but at last every dryad in the colony had taken their turn at least twice with what Arruk had become. The wreck of a woman sat immobile at her queens’ feet, fat and round and smiling. She clumsily craned her neck and nuzzled their legs or their cocks from time to time, always hungry, always wanting to please her owners.

Walking was out of the question with how totally her body had been filled with dryad seeds, and her mind, if it could even be called that anymore, rarely returned long enough for her to remember her own name. She simply sat, or lay, at the feet of the dryads who she knew loved her in the only way anyone could ever love a wretch like her.

She was a toy, not even a pet, something that was used to amuse her owners and then forgotten about until she was needed again.

Arruk didn’t mind.

The tiny part of her that was still a person was just happy that she had a place at all in the court of her new family.

The Bride of Kotal Khan

A commissioned piece.

Sonya Blade is sent to discuss the uneasy alliance between Earthrealm and Outworld, only to find out it's far more uneasy than she'd expected. Confronting Outworld's emperor Kotal Khan, does not exactly go to plan...

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Sonya Blade was not a fan of outworld, which was unfortunate, given that she spent almost all of her time there. Monsters and magical storms and all manner of natural threats, not to mention that nearly everyone living in the desolate wasteland was either outright evil, or a total asshole.

If that wasn’t enough, time moved differently too. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she’d last set foot on earth, since she’d last felt normal, a few weeks at least, at worst, a few months.

She groaned and swiped some blonde hair out of her face, scowling at the vast, rocky wasteland before her, lit by a cloud-hidden sun and the constant flashing of purple lightning. On a shorter visit, she might have been able to appreciate its unique beauty, the thick pearlescent fog, the towering, hooking mountains, even the stale, rank scent of the place might have been somewhat charming. But she’d been sitting in it for far too long for that, and at the moment, all Sonya could do was hate the fucking place.

She didn’t exactly look like she belonged there either. An athletic Texan blonde with stern green eyes and a round, pretty face. She wore a neat blue jacket buttoned over a plain black shirt, with a smart military cap sat comfortably on her scalp. If you were to ask anyone who hadn’t met her before what they thought of her, they’d say she was a knockout. If you asked anyone who did know her, they’d politely decline to say anything on the grounds that she’d probably knock them out.

She tugged at the brim of her cap impatiently and turned away from the desolate vista to the looming mass of the emperor’s palace. Much like Outworld itself, the towers and statues and courtyards might have been considered beautiful by Sonya if she hadn’t been stuck glaring at them for the past month.

Kotal Khan, the latest in a long line of despotic tyrants to rule Outworld, had not been in power long. The statues built to him were shiny and new, some of the larger golden monuments were still under construction, waiting the final gold plates to complete their gaudy ensemble. As she passed through a gateway, coming ever-closer to the throne-room itself, Sonya passed the decapitated stone remains of a statue of Shao Khan, the former dictator of the realm.

Kotal was at least less of a maniac that Shao Khan, in fact, as far as the previous Khans of Outworld went, he was easily the most diplomatic. That was why Sonya was stuck there, playing diplomat and watching as the Earthrealm forces under her command and Kotal Khan’s Outworld warriors began an uneasy joint-training regime.

Part of her felt a little bad about wishing that Kotal Khan was less amenable, that like his predecessor he would be antagonistic towards Earthrealm and justify keeping the two realms, and their people, nice and separated. It would make her life easier, sure, but given that situation would almost certainly just lead to yet another war between the realms, it might not exactly be for the best in the long run.

She sighed heavily and straightened her cap again. She had to remind herself that just because Kotal Khan wasn’t the blood-thirsty maniac his predecessor was, it didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. No Khan of outworld could ever be considered a friend of Earthrealm, it just wasn’t in the cards. Even if an invasion wasn’t in the cards, or destroying the entire realm wasn’t on the menu, the simple existence of magic, monsters and demons crossing over into the normal world meant trouble.

Kotal Khan might be cooperating with the OIA for now, but eventually the relationship would break down when he, or Sonya’s superiors, finally realised that their interests weren’t truly aligned, and that this alliance of convenience wasn’t tenable.

“General.”

Sonya paused, her hand hovering just above the handle to the door she’d been planning on opening. It was just a side entrance, a servant’s door, one that would lead in a round-about way to the throne room and let her enter without having to come through the towering main gates and being seen by Kotal immediately.

Apparently, it was too late for that.

She turned to see the Khan looming just behind her, an unimpressed expression on his face.

Kotal Khan was a strange one, even compared to other denizens of Outworld. He looked like he’d stepped right out of Aztec mythology and not a twisted nightmare like most other creatures from the realm.

His body was a dark green blue, marked with pale white warpaint and powerfully muscled. His clothing, what little there was, was dark, polished bronze and carved turquoise. For an emperor, his appearance was remarkably reserved. There was no gold, no jewels, nothing overly gaudy or ostentatious, just a sturdy battle helm, shoulder armour, and a loincloth. Compared to Shao Khan’s golden mask and over-polished armour, he didn’t look all that impressive at all.

Sonya fought back the impulse to grimace and instead managed to twist her face into a polite smile. “Kotal Khan, I take it this invitation means you’re finally ready to give us an answer?”

The Khan raised a single brow, glowing blue eyes surveying her with curiosity. “An answer to which question, General Blade?”

Sonya tensed her jaw, but patiently replied. “Earthrealm considers the joint training of our soldiers and yours to have been a success, we would like to negotiate a more expansive alliance that would benefit us both.” She saw a flicker of a smirk on Kotal Khan’s face and doubled her efforts to remain calm. “We discussed this when I arrived.”

“We did.” The Khan nodded.

“Almost two months ago.” Sonya reminded him, impatience creeping into her voice.

“I told you that I would need time to consider the implications of your offer.” Kotal said simply.

“And?”

The Khan contemplated for a while before shrugging. “I am not certain.”

Sonya snapped.

“What do you mean you’re not certain!?” she barked. “It’s been two months!”

“I have been busy.” Kotal shrugged again. “I do have more important things to do than worry about what Earthrealm desires. My duty is to provide for my people, not to coddle yours.”

“Coddle!?” Sonya growled. “Our men have been outmatching your warriors in almost every drill we’ve run on your home turf and without the benefit of magic! We’ve been showing you up ever since we’ve arrived, and it’s only thanks to us that your idiots are lasting more than a few seconds in combat now.”

“You believe that?” Kotal smiled. “You believe your children and your guns are superior to Outworld’s finest?”

“I know it.” Sonya hissed. “I’ve been seeing it for months whilst you’ve been sitting around playing with your dick!”

“Hm, a curious expression that.” Kotal frowned. “But tell me, General Blade, why is it that your ‘superior’ warriors are only winning most of their bouts, when my men have been instructed to do everything in their power to let you win short of throwing their weapons aside altogether?”

Sonya paused. “What?”

“I didn’t agree to this exercise to test my warriors against Earthrealm.” Kotal sighed. “Everyone already knows that we are not evenly matched. I simply wanted my warriors to observe how you fought, your tactics, skills, armaments… You’ve taught us a lot and should Earthrealm ever pose a threat to my people or my realm, we will know how best to deal with you.”

“You had your people pull their punches?”

“They were instructed to provoke and test your people.” Kotal said non-committaly. “They only held back so far as to see your limits. If your warriors could not defeat them, only then would they surrender and fake their loss.”

“Why would you do any of this?” Sonya scowled.

Kotal looked at her as if the answer was obvious. “If we fought at our best your people would all be either dead or terrified. Our ceasefire with Earthrealm relies on a sense of balance, if you were to know how superior our forces were to yours, that ceasefire would undoubtedly shatter. Humanity has always been terrified of feeling weak, your leaders would lash out in bouts of insecurity, attempt to assassinate, sabotage, destroy, and that would inevitably lead to a war I have absolutely no interest in.”

“Then why tell me?”

Kotal smirked. “Because, you have so much to prove. So much pride you must defend. So when I challenge you, you won’t dare refuse.”

“Excuse me?”

“A duel, here and now, you and I.” Kotal Khan said, gesturing to the courtyard. “You’re desperate to be seen as strong, because all your life you were told you couldn’t be. Every achievement you’ve made has been to spite those who held you back, now, I am the one who challenges your strength, your competence, and so you will duel me to prove me wrong.”

Sonya ground her teeth and balled her fist. He was right, but he was also baiting her, and she was too smart to let her pride be played against her like that. At least, she hoped so, because she really, really wanted to wipe that infuriating smile off the Khan’s stupid face.

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“You will, and if not for your pride, then for the warriors under your command.” Kotal sighed. “If you defeat me, you may go back to your superiors and tell them everything you have learned. You and your people will be granted safe passage out of my lands, which will then be sealed off and consider you as enemies, not allies.”

“And if I don’t duel you?”

“Then you and your people will not be granted safe passage out of my lands, which will be sealed off and consider you as enemies, whilst you are still inside.” Kotal growled. “I do not want war with Earthrealm. It would only harm the people under my protection. So if the price of maintaining peace is the cost of your lives, and the lives of whichever scapegoat I shall blame for your deaths, is a small one to pay.”

Sonya wished, not for the first time, that her superiors had sent anyone else to deal with this mess. It just never ended. One magic evil tyrant wanted to conquer the earth, another wanted to destroy it completely, and now this one wanted to spy and exploit earth just in case they one day decided to move against him. In fairness, she wouldn’t put it past the governments of earth to do exactly that, but the information Kotal Khan had gathered could easily fall into far more dangerous hands when Outworld next had a coup.

“What if you win?” She asked, making sure her steel-knuckled gloves were nice and tight.

“Then you remain silent.” Kotal smiled. “Your people keep their lives, war is averted, and your realm lives on blissfully unaware that they are desperately outmatched until the day they inevitably try to push their luck. I don’t pretend this is an eternal peace, but it is one that will delay the slaughter for the longest. You should submit now, for the sake of your people.”

“Not going to happen.” Sonya hissed through her teeth, shifting into a fighting stance. “I can’t let you keep exploiting our alliance just to hold us hostage.”

“Not hostage.” Kotal corrected. “I have no interest in leveraging the situation. The only harm that will come to Earthrealm will be in response to their actions. Peace may last a thousand centuries, but one day you will attack us, at which point we will destroy all threats to our people and bring the survivors of your realm into the empire.”

“A nuclear deterrent.”

“In essence, but our retaliation would not be nearly so destructive. My warriors are as precise as they are deadly.” Kotal Khan chuckled, stretching and unsheathing the massive square-bladed sword strapped to his back. He spun it and buried it into the stone six or seven inches. “No need to make this any easier.”

Sonya snarled and smacked her fists together, sparks flying from her knuckles as steel pads clashed. “No more talk you big blue cuck. I’m going to shove that stupid helmet so far up your ass you’ll choke on the feathers.”

Kotal laughed and beckoned to her, only smiling as Sonya growled and charged. He sidestepped her first attack and easily slapped her second swing aside. The third hit him straight on his left side, her fist slamming into his ribs and knocking him back a half-step. The arrogant prick had underestimated her, but as he straightened up she could see in his eyes that wasn’t true anymore.

A titanic blue fist swung towards her impossibly fast, grazing her cheek as she darted back just in time to avoid some fresh cranial trauma. She lashed out with one foot, boot catching Kotal in the thigh, but as her leg recoiled the titan caught her by the ankle and hauled her up into the air, bringing her down onto the cobbled floor hard enough to crack the stones.

Grunting in pain, Sonya rolled as a boot crashed down where she had been lying, wound up and punched the back of his knee. The leg buckled, but Kotal only used the momentum to swing his other leg backwards, catching her in the side and knocking her back down.

She rolled as he rose back to his feet, clashing her fists together again before lashing out as his arm rushed towards her once again. She ducked the punch, fist rising up and hitting him just below the elbow before spinning her elbow straight into his abdomen.

The Khan grunted and brought his knee up, knocking her off her feet and grabbing her by the scalp as she fell. The world spun as she was thrown like a ragdoll over Kotal’s head and onto the floor once again.

The bastard was powerful, that shouldn’t have been a surprise, but Sonya had years of experience taking down more powerful opponents. All she needed to do was find a weak spot and exploit it.

She leapt back to her feet as quickly as she could and easily bobbed and weaved her way out of the way of Kotal’s next three swings. The leg she’d been pummelling was starting to show a little wear, moving slower, staying planted whilst the Khan lashed out with his other.

Dodging under a fresh strike she dropped low and brough her boot crashing against his kneecap before rolling to the side before his hands could grab her. Another dodge, another parry, a punch to his lower thigh. Roll left, move back, parry his next strike and kick that leg again. He was starting to flag, just a little longer and she’d be able to get him down, and then it was just a question of sealing the deal.

One good kick to the side of his weakened knee was all she needed, unfortunately she didn’t get the chance.

As her kick shot towards its target, a huge blue hand smacked into her cheek and sent her sprawling onto the floor. Before she could get up, Kotal Khan was on her, keeping her wrists pinned in each blue fist as his weight kept her legs from rising up to defend herself.

She grunted and groaned, straining against him to try and get up, or at least make him pay for defeating her in such a humiliating way, but it was no use.

“Get… off… you fat… fuck!” she wheezed, falling back and panting for breath. The Khan laughed at her, only recoiling a little to let her breathe.

“Can’t you defeat me yourself, General?” he asked, voice low and husky.

She flushed with humiliation, still trying to wriggle her arms free of his grip. Goddamn he was like a brick wall on top of her, so hard and solid that she might as well have been trying to move a whole mountain. “F… fuck you.”

Kotal raised a brow, eyes examining her face with interest. Sonya growled and tried to push him off, only succeeding in pressing her body tight against his. Now that they were so close, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, the scent of his sweat filling every breath she managed to suck in.

“You wouldn’t be the first human I’d enjoyed.” He rumbled. “And now that Jade is… out of the picture so to say, I wouldn’t say no to a fresh lover.”

“Excuse me!?” Sonya yelped.

“Well, you are quite lovely.”

“Oh my god!”

“I am not, technically, a god.” Kotal said slowly. “Though it wouldn’t be the first time you humans made that mistake.”

“Get off!”

“Are you really in a position to make demands of me?” the Khan grinned.

Sonya could feel her cheeks burning even as she squirmed and tried to protest, and then she was kissing him. She didn’t know if he’d leant down, or if she’d rose up. All she knew was that he tasted nice, really fucking nice.

She fell back with a gasp, breathless and flushed. The Khan looked a little surprised as well, but recovered quicker than she did, grinning and sitting up. Before she could complain or fight back or try to flee, his hands had lifted her up and she found herself sitting against his bare blue chest, her ass cradled by strong hands.

“Oh… shit.”

- o - o - o -

Sonya squeaked as she was flung onto the surprisingly soft covers of Kotal Khan’s bed, trying to scramble up into a stronger position only for the towering, blue-skinned behemoth to bear down on her.

As the Khan placed another kiss onto her lips she reached out to try and push him back, only succeeding in pressing her palms against his chest. He was a good kisser, and god was he strong, but Sonya didn’t enjoy being in positions of weakness. Kotal hadn’t been wrong about her pride.

“Jesus… just… slow down for ah… a moment!” Sonya whined as the Khan nuzzled her neck, hands quickly tugging her jacket apart. “Christ… just…. Ah! W… Wait!”

“Hmmr.”

The Khan’s hand delved between Sonya’s thighs and pressed against her mound, massaging her dampened crotch through her pants and underwear, cutting the breath out of her in an instant.

“Holy… god.” Sonya whimpered, flopping back almost instantly as Kotal’s fingers continued to toy with her.

“Again, not technically.” The Khan reminded her, still probing at her even as his free hand undid each of the buttons of Sonya’s shirt as it clung to her heaving chest. “But if you wish to refer to me as such, I won’t complain.”

He parted her shirt like the petals of a flower and ran a finger over the toned abs of her stomach up to her collarbone. Pausing briefly to inspect her bra, an oddly rare thing in Outworld, he shrugged and simply snapped the fabric right between each cup, swatting them aside just as he had her jacket and shirt.

“L… listen… I’m just gonna… let you do this.” Sonya groaned, biting her lip and stretching her arms over her head. “It’s been a while, and you’re… ahn… probably the least monstrous guy around… so… go ahead. Just this once.”

Sonya gasped as Kotal Khan’s rough blue tongue rolled against her breast, dragging a long, slow path over its curve, pausing briefly to circle her nipple before continuing on. “You taste sweet.” He rumbled. “But not as sweet as the idea you are in control.”

“Fuck off.”

“No.” Kotal Khan hummed, tugging at her waistband with his fingers. “I am emperor of this realm, more importantly I am master of this bedroom. You think I bedded Jade without knowing how to control a lover? You are far meeker than she, so the idea that you can command me, or stop me from doing whatever I please with you, is really quite amusing.”

“Ugh, shut your trap and get to work already.” Sonya grunted before Kotal Khan’s hand gripped her waistband firmly and tore the entire front of her pants and panties from her body with one strong yank. “Ow!”

“As I said, amusing.”

“I’m gonna kick your aaaaauhhh.” Sonya began before Kotal Khan’s thumb rubbed along her length of her sex before pressing deep inside. In an instant, she was flat on her back, moaning heavily as the Emperor of Outworld finger fucked her neglected pussy with slow, methodical precision.

“You’re sensitive, it must have been quite a while since you were last intimate.”

“Fuck off.”

“You’re awfully fond of that expression, general.” Kotal hummed, shedding his armour with a simple shrug of his shoulders, the bronze and fabric fading away into nothing. “I’m growing tired of it.”

“Tough shit… you… dumbass wannabe… nyah!”

Once again, Sonya’s insult was cut off as Kotal’s fingers curled inside her, rubbing against her more sensitive spot and draining her of energy in one perfect moment.

“You’re sopping wet, general.” Kotal purred. “Time to show you what a human never could.”

“You… talk a big game. But you’re nothing.” Sonya croaked as Kotal slid atop her, pressing his erection against her opening and cradling her hip. “I… I bet Jade was the one sticking it in y… yoooohhh.”

Kotal was big, exceptionally big. So big that as he pressed inside her inch by inch it felt like she might be torn in half. But for every painful second he slipped inside her, came a glow of bliss that overwhelmed everything else. Sonya couldn’t catch her breath, too busy clinging to Kotal’s back as he pushed deeper and deeper until at last he stopped.

“Fuck.”

“Hm, I thought we were.”

“F… funny.”

Kotal chuckled and began to pull back, gently thrusting in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, keeping Sonya’s breast squeezed in one hand, and her hip in the other. It was tender, not something Sonya was used to, or particularly enjoyed, so as soon as she’d managed to get used to the monstrous pillar of meat getting pumped into her cunt, she made a final bid for control.

Kotal groaned as Sonya pushed back against him, still impaled on his cock, obligingly rolling onto his back and letting her straddle him. Breathlessly, she gripped his cock by the base and planted her legs on either side of his waist, scowling down at her opening. She took a deep breath and pushed downwards. She couldn’t guess how much of Kotal’s cock was already inside her, but more inches than any man she’d known were currently waiting outside of her to join the others in her body. On the one hand that was a little terrifying, on the other, she knew that feeling that entire cock sat nestled in her guts was going to make her cum her goddamn brains out.

Teeth ground and eyes squeezed shut, she pushed and pressed and wriggled her plump, toned ass lower and lower. Every centimetre, every inch, brought a new wave of lust crashing through her body. By the time she was almost completely impaled on Kotal Khan’s cock she already sprayed her first orgasm of the night over the bed.

“Fuck!” Sonya grunted as she finally sat herself down on Kotal’s cock, the entire massive blue pole buried deep inside her.

“Well done.” Her lover chuckled. “Not even Jade could take my entirety on our first night together.”

“you’ve… gotta… stop… talking… about… that… skank.” Sonya hissed, shifting her legs and forcing herself to rise up a few inches. Two blue hands grabbed her by the waist and yanked her right back down with a squeak and a slap of flesh.

“You may be sharing my bed for now, general, but don’t try my patience.” Kotal growled. “I’ll only allow so much disrespect before putting you in your place.”

“Nyaw, you’re… soo hung up on her.” Sonya cooed over her shoulder, wiggling her ass against Kotal’s groin, teasing his cock around and around inside her. “Pussy.”

Kotal snarled and grabbed her by the back of the neck. “Enough.” he rose and forced her flat onto her face, grabbing her ass with his free hand and squeezing hard.

“Ha… you think you can… scare me with… a little rough play?” Sonya laughed before gasping as Kotal rammed the entire length of his cock into her cunt in one vicious thrust. Her breath was knocked out of her lungs and as she tried to suck in enough air to stop her head spinning, Kotal began to thrust.

There was no restraint this time, no care, no patience. Kotal was using her like a toy, thrusting his cock into her over and over again as hard as he could, making her whole body quake. Tits bouncing and ass smacking under every clash, all Sonya could do was cling to the bedspread and try to ride it all out.

There weren’t any more smart comments, just moans and grunts and squeaks as she was stretched out and pummelled into a sticky submission.

Sweat shone over her toned musculature as she was used like a ragdoll, each well-trained muscle like a weapon, and made completely worthless thanks to Kotal’s godlike strength. Sonya had never felt so helpless, she’d never felt so well-fucked before either, and as the breeding session went on and on, the two feeling began to melt together.

When Kotal Khan smacked her pale round butt with a harsh blue palm it only made her mew like a kitten. When he took her blonde hair in his fist and used it as reigns to reach deeper and harder into her cunt, she moaned like a whore. When her head was crushed underfoot and her ass ravished, when she was grabbed and squeezed and bounced and pounded, all she did was moan and sigh and blush and drool in perfect submissive bliss.

Her lover’s first peak came long after Sonya’s third mind-melting orgasm. She was nestled on Kotal Khan’s lap, her throat squeezed in one blue paw and her clit being mercilessly pleasured by another. The explosion of godly seed into her womb felt like molten lava, burning through her body so hot it felt like she’d swallowed a sun. Strangely it didn’t hurt, she just felt so hot, feverishly, unbearably hot, like she was glowing from the inside out.

Kotal Khan hummed into her ear and stroked his hand upwards over her stomach. “Let’s see you go back to human sperm after a taste of that.”

Sonya forced her lolling tongue back into her mouth and swallowed. “Shut… up… and gimme… more.”

“More?”

“Yeah.” Sonya nodded eagerly. “I want more”

“Well, who am I to disappoint?” Kotal grinned, giving a sharp jerk upwards into her that made Sonya melt into his lap. “If such a pretty little slut wants to be my personal spermbank?”

Sonya didn’t respond, too busy moaning as Kotal tightened his grip on her throat and resumed his steady, passionate thrusts.

The next thing Sonya knew she was basking in the blissful warmth once again. She awoke to find herself dangling from Kotal’s cock like a doll, legs and arms limp, her body only supported by his grip on her throat and the cock buried to the balls inside her.

As she came to, a final spurt of sperm flooded into her, and she sighed happily. She didn’t know how long it had been, minutes or hours or days, but honestly she couldn’t care less. The pleasure was all that mattered, and Kotal Khan controlled that pleasure with his magnificent monstercock.

Sonya whined as her lover let go of her and let her slide slowly off his cock onto the floor. She landed with a heavy thud and a wet splat, as torrents of thick, glowing-hot spunk seeped out of her conquered cunt.

“Well, that was fun.” Kotal Khan sighed, mopping up the mess on his cock with Sonya’s discarded shirt. “You should leave, your masters’ patience won’t last forever.”

“Wh… what?”

“Our bargain.” Kotal reminded her. “When you return to your masters, you will tell them nothing of my plans to defend my people from them, or anything else you have learned whilst in my company. You’re free to go now, run along.”

“I… I don’t wanna.” Sonya whispered, rolling onto her back and cradling her overflowing pussy.

Kotal raised a brow. “You don’t wish to return to the OIA?”

“No…”

“I suppose if you don’t return, the result is the same.” The Khan mused. “You still don’t reveal my secrets. But tell me, General, if you do not want to return to your people, what is it that you want?”

Sonya whined and forced herself up onto her hands and knees. She knelt, presenting her ass in all it’s reddened and cum-licked glory.

“More… please?”

- o - o - o –

“Fuck.” Sonya Blade whined as the pillow she’d been chewing on was pulled out from between her teeth. “You… you done already?”

“I am.” Kotal Khan hummed contentedly, giving her an affectionate pat to the rear before slowly tugging his cock free of her cunt. After a long moan-accompanied slide, his pole finally bounced free with an audible pop and a steady ooze of godly sperm that began to stain the bedsheets. “Well done, General.”

“Mha.” Sonya grunted, still face-down with her ass in the air, basking in the warm glow of three consecutive creampies. “Don’t… be a dick.”

“Still mouthy I see.” The Khan sighed, “If I had the time I might use you until that pretty head was too full of pleasure to see straight, let alone show such disrespect. Unfortunately, I have more important things to attend to.”

“What?” Sonya whined. “But it’s barely morning. Don’t we have a little while longer?”

“We do not.” Kotal said firmly. “I’ve enjoyed your body these past few months, General, but don’t begin to think that you are anything more to me than a convenient toy.”

“I’m no one’s toy!” Sonya snapped, finally raising her head.

“Well as you object to the role of concubine I see little other options.” The Khan growled.

“You think just because you’re a half-decent lay you can order me about? Well you’re dead wrong… I don’t need you and… and… ohhhhh.”

Sonya trailed off, moaning lewdly and pressing a hand to her stomach. “What the fucking… fuck?” she managed before flopping forwards and twitching with bliss. “Shit… that’s… so fucking… ughhhh.”

Kotal Khan’s eyes widened as Sonya writhed on the bed in rapturous ecstasy, one hand pressing against her belly, the other hard at work in the cummy mess of her cunt.

“I think…” he said slowly, a smile coming to his face. “I have a role that will suit you well… wife.”

“Huh?” Sonya managed to grunt, still riding the high of her unexpected orgasm. She blinked as the Khan pressed his thumb against her breast and drew a simple shape onto her flesh in the same glowing ink that adorned his body.

“The mother of my children deserves a place of respect in my court.” Kotal purred, gripping Sonya by the cheeks and squeezing. “My bride.”

“Bride?”

“You’re pregnant.” The Khan grinned. “And now I have absolutely no reason not to keep you here forever. You’ll be at my side at all times, pampered and adored, and you’ll give me all the heirs I could ask for, won’t you?”

Sonya moaned as another orgasm rolled through her, warmth and pleasure emanating from her impregnated womb and reaching out to every cell in her body until she was glowing with delight.

“Fuck yeah.”

- o - o - o -

“Master Kotal Khan will see you now.” Sonya purred, bowing and welcoming the negotiation team into her husband’s throne room. Her round, taut belly was heavy with child and she wished she hadn’t bowed so low as she hauled her own midsection back upright. Her son was going to be as mighty as his father she was certain, if only by how fucking large he was sitting inside her womb with months left yet before he emerged. There was only so much weight her back could take, she was afraid if he grew much more heavy she’d be unable to stand, forced to live as an immobile breeding sow, her meals brought to her, bathed by the handmaidens, kept as a docile, obedient pet.

Mmmh, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all, especially with her daughters to take care of her. She’d given her master two baby girls in the past years, each destined to grow into a might warrior and serve their father, but she yearned to give him a son and heir. Third time was the charm, she hoped, not that she wouldn’t still crave to be impregnated long after a good strong boy had popped out of her.

She was used to her body being a fit, toned, weapon of war, but now that she had retired from life as a soldier, and as an independent woman, she found her form oddly unwieldly. It wasn’t just her pregnant belly, life as her master’s bride had altered her for to be far more voluptuous than it had ever been in her life. Her arms and legs had lost the muscle definition she had once been proud of, though she was just as strong as ever, there was just a more liberal layer of fat sheathing her limbs, especially on her thick, soft thighs. Her breasts had swollen thanks to milk, and to her husband’s teasing magic, now fat and full, two plump udders that hung low thanks to their own weight.

Her ass was enormous, partly due to far less exercise, and a diet of protein rich godsperm. It jiggled and quaked with every step she took, and clapped when her dear master demanded his consort dance for him. She didn’t mind, in fact she loved the feeling of her master’s strong fingers sinking into her submissive, pliant flesh, or his monstrous breeding tool vanishing between her doughy cheeks in the prelude to yet another breeding session.

She sighed happily and toyed with the rich red fabric of her loincloth before sashaying after the negotiators into her master’s court. Earthrealm was eager to expand its alliance with her master once again, thanks to Kotal Khan’s generous teaching of the Earthrealm’s warriors to be able to defeat the various bandits that had been terrorising both the Empire and OIA’s trade routes.

She giggled to herself as the head negotiator, a prim and proper older redhead did her best not to make eye contact with her as she sat herself down at her master’s feet. The woman was pretty, and so clearly uptight, how might she look broken and bred, bouncing on her master’s monstrous cock? That neat blazer torn open and her tits allowed to spill out? That pencil skirt shredded and her asscheeks beaten red with palm prints? That severe face made to blush and pant as sperm rained down on it, coating her neat little glasses and freckled cheeks?

She mewed and chewed on a finger, shamelessly caressing her master’s third leg as it hung by her cheek. She didn’t need to worry about the negotiators, her master and the alliance were too important to Earthrealm for them to risk an incident by complaining about his throbbing cock being serviced by a former OIA general’s greedy little tongue whenever a direct meeting happened.

It was for the same reason that no one on earth complained that one of their most infamous champions in the fight for their realm’s safety had been made into a submissive concubine for the emperor of a rival realm. It certainly wasn’t because Sonya was loyal to the end to her master and his magnificent cock, they would have kidnapped and tried to recondition her in a heartbeat if Kotal Khan wasn’t the key to their accumulation of power in Outworld.

Keeping the Khan happy was the number one priority of anyone who came from Earthrealm to deal with the emperor, from the OIA or elsewise, so things like a former hero happily suckling on the emperor’s fat cock during meetings was let slide in the name of progress.

Sonya giggled to herself again as she watched the uncomfortable blush spread over the redhead’s cheeks. She kept her eyes locked onto her face as she spoke, seductively tonguing her master’s cock from tip to base, silently encouraging the milf to break and join her.

The blush began to darken as Sonya’s gift from Kotal Khan began to take effect. Years and years of gorging herself on the god’s spunk hadn’t just resulted in three full pregnancies, but also in a little magical ability in the former general. Magic through osmosis, through gallons of sperm and spit filling her and smeared over her skin, seeping into her cells until she was permeated with the stuff. Oh, she was still weak and helpless as a lamb, like a good pet should have been, but she’d learned how to have her fun with her new abilities too.

She poured images of debasement and lust into the negotiator’s head, whispering sweet nothings into her mind as she played more and more depraved scenes before her waking eyes. She showed the redhead tearing her clothes apart in a desperate lust, crawling like a bitch in heat to Kotal Khan and worshipping his mighty balls like a wanton slut. She made images of the emperor rising from his throne, grabbing her by the throat, and pinning her to the wall before ravishing her ass until her cum-swollen gut caused her clothes to split under the strain.

The negotiator trembled and adjusted her thin, circle-framed glasses as she tried to listen to Kotal Khan’s calm, almost bored response to her offer. She glanced down at Sonya who winked and stroked a hand over her belly. Wouldn’t it be nice to live a simple, pampered life? She whispered into the woman’s mind. Wouldn’t it feel good to be pinned beneath that brute and bred like an animal? Wouldn’t you do anything to feel those hands tearing off your clothes, squeezing your throat, grabbing your fat ass and spreading you wide open? Don’t you want to just be thrown to the ground and mounted like a slut?

“No!” the negotiator squeaked, blushing bright red and rubbing her thighs together. She froze, realising she’d spoken out loud and coughed with embarrassment. “I… I’m so sorry, Kotal Khan, I thought an… insect had landed on me.”

The Khan smiled and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry, I know how… fragile, you humans can be.” The negotiator quivered as Sonya let out a girlish giggle of delight and returned to nuzzling her master’s cock. “Now, if we’re all agreed?”

“Um.. yes… yes of course.” The negotiator nodded quickly. “P… pleasure doing business with you sir… Mr Khan… Kotal Khan!” Panicked, she turned on a hell and skittered away as fast as she could, leaving her guards behind in stunned silence.

“Did… she just agree to let him pick out our soldiers to join his palace guard?” one asked as they hurried after their boss.

“Er, I think so?”

Kotal Khan laughed as the doors slammed shut and gave Sonya’s hair an affectionate tousle. “I take it I have you to thank for that little display, wife?”

“She’s Hot.” Sonya purred, kissing his shaft. “You want her?”

“A little old for my tastes.” Kotal hummed, “A little grey at the edges, but it is hard to deny her rear was quite… ample.”

“I wanna watch you ruin her.” Sonya whispered seductively, rubbing her belly against his leg. “I want you to turn her from stuck-up government bitch to a drooling cum-addicted babymaker, just like me!”

“Ha, you certainly don’t lack for sadism, wife.”

“She’ll come crawling back, master.” Sonya promised, “You saw her, even without me putting the images in her head, all she’ll be able to think about now is your god cock.”

“Perhaps.” The Khan sighed, “I think you are a bad influence on me, wife. My plans were to be subtle and precise, yet now I find myself stealing women out from under your Earthrealm leader’s noses, tempting the war I seek to avoid with every new concubine that joins you in my bed.”

“You love it.” Sonya grinned, standing and hopping onto his lap. “You’re a god, master, you were born to conquer. But like a wise and generous god, you don’t waste life by conquering realms, you bring life by conquering the pussies of stupid human whores like me.”

“Hm, I suppose I do.” Kotal Khan hummed, kissing her softly before raising his head as there was a timid knock on the door. “That will be your new plaything now, wife. Why don’t you go and give her a warm welcome?”

“Yes, master.” Sonya smiled, kissing her master before sliding off his knee and waddling to the doorway. As she opened the door and pulled the flushed Negotiator into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, she reflected on how happy being her master’s bride made her.

It wasn’t just the bliss of the sex, well… not only that. It was feeling secure, safe, it was about being part of something bigger than herself. Her master had fucked all of the stupid ideas of patriotism and defiance and individualism out of her, and now she was honestly just so glad she had a warm bed to sleep in, fabulous feasts to feed her, all the sex she could ever need, and a master who would remake the entire universe into a better place.

As she guided the red-faced negotiator’s lips down onto her beloved master’s pulsing cock and forced the whore down to his base, she smiled sweetly up at the god who had made her his bride.

“Thank you, master.”

Jack's Lesson in Respect.

A Commissioned sequel to Jack's Lesson in Authority. 

Jack is summoned up to Warden Lawson's office for her monthly session of humiliation and abuse. Today, however, Miranda has plans beyond milking Jack's cock and knocking her down a few pegs, she wants Jack broken for good.

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The air was cold in the Warden’s office, raising Jack’s skin to goosebumps as she lay, helpless and alone in the dark. She groaned and strained against the straps binding her wrists and ankles to no avail. She hadn’t expected anything to come of her efforts, the warden’s perverse helpers were ruthlessly efficient, and very well-practiced, at tying her down.

She raised her head and stared furiously down over her muscle-bound body to where her cock was sitting snug in its cage. It had been yet another month since she’d last been dragged into warden Lawson’s office. Another month of unwanted, painful chastity. Another month of having to pretend she was powerful and vicious and invincible to keep her position as top dog of the Purgatory from slipping away. Another month of having to smack around poor little Ki to keep up the guise of a cruel and demanding dominant.

Her shaft was in a permanent semi-hard state, oozing pre as it lay squeezed and compressed in the tiny metal cage locked around it. Her balls were fat and heavy with seed, practically boiling with need, so hot that Jack could hardly stand it.

“Hey!” She yelled, pulling at her restraints again. “What the fuck are you waiting for!?”

Attitude like that was going to cost her in the long run, she knew that well, but at this point all she cared about was getting started. Miranda’s cruelties might have been painful and humiliating, but at least they gave her some brief relief.

She heard the clicking of heels outside of the room and a soft hiss as the doors slid open.

“What are you playing at?” Jack growled, trying to tip her head back to glare at Miranda as the soft ‘click, click, click’ of her stilettos on the metal floor drew closer.

“Now, now Subject Zero.” The warden’s voice cooed. “I’m a very busy woman, I do have better things to do than play with you.”

Miranda appeared upside down above Jack, smiling coldly down at the red-faced convict. Her silky black hair had been tied back in a neat bun and her crisp white suit was as neat and spotless as ever. She reached down and patted Jack’s head, gloved fingers scraping gently over the fine peach-fuzz stubble of hair that grew over the goliath’s scalp. Jack froze as she felt the warden’s fingertips against her, recognising instantly the same pointed-tip latex gloves that Miranda’s loyal guards wore.

“Let me out.” Jack rasped, “I’ve done what you wanted. I haven’t caused any trouble… just let me the fuck out of this thing.”

Miranda pursed her lips. “It’s true, you have been a good little girl for me this month.” She sighed and stroked her thumb over Jack’s cheek. “But… we do still have a little respect problem, don’t we? I mean, how will it look to my colleagues if they see my obedient toy still talks back at me whenever I let her out? Hm?”

“You’ve gotta be fucking… ah!” Jack began before hissing as Miranda pressed a syringe against her shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing to worry about.” Miranda hummed, “But that’s a very good example of what I’m talking about.”

Jack whined as she felt her body begin to heat up, a warmth spreading down her arm and across her chest. She ground her teeth and tried her best to ignore the heat, but only a few seconds later she was panting for breath, eyes watering as her whole body lit up. Her cock throbbed and groaned, pressing against the metal cage with enough force to make the steel creak under the strain.

“Fuck… wh… what did you do… to… me?” Jack gasped as she was overcome with the need to breed.

“Girls, would you mind getting started whilst I talk to Subject Zero?” Miranda called out, calmly making her way around the x-frame Jack was lashed to so that she was stood between Jack’s bulging thighs. The tell-tale sound of another two pairs of heels sounded and the two masked torturers appeared over Jack, one on either side, giggling with cruel delight at Jack’s nervous expression.

Slowly, the pair shed the bulky armour plates, leaving their upper bodies snug in nothing but the latex undersuits hugging them. Leaning down, they gently brushed their breasts against Jack’s muscled arms and began to toy with her chest with pointed fingers. Jack winced as one took her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched tightly.

“Now, here’s our problem.” Miranda smiled, unlocking Jack’s cage and grinning as the convict let out a rattling gasp of relief. “You’re a good, obedient girl when it comes to following my instructions, because I control when and how this lovely cock of yours gets to come out. But because I’ve been so generous, you’ve gotten spoiled. You think you can still swear and curse and insult me, because as long as you do what you’re asked, you get your release. Well, that changes now.”

Miranda took hold of Jack’s shaft and gently began to stroke. Her soft latex palm sliding up and down the twitching tattooed pole with long, lazy strokes until Jack was whimpering in her hands. The once-threatening felon was at full mast now, pulsing with virility, the largest cock Miranda had ever had the pleasure to admire. And it was all hers.

She chuckled softly, testing the weight of the girthy python in her palm before squeezing. “You’re my pet project, Subject Zero. In that it’s my project to turn you into my pet.” Another squeeze made Jack yelp, her big brown eyes wet with frustrated tears. “You wouldn’t believe how much my employers pay to fund my work here. ‘Advanced interrogation’ they call it. I log our little dates as experiments in ‘aggressive re-education.’”

She smiled and snapped her fingers. One of the guards straightened up and wordlessly left Jack’s side. The other hummed, voiced distorted by her helmet, and detached the mouthpiece to bare her lips. The guard smiled cruelly before licking over Jack’s small, firm breast to her nipple and taking it between her teeth.

“One day, you’ll go mad from all this fun. Your mind is going to snap, and then all you’ll care about is survival.” Miranda cooed as the first returned and handed her a smooth silver fleshlight. “You’ll be an animal. Food, drink, sex, that’s all that will matter to you, and I already control all three which means I’ll control you.”

“F… fuck… you.” Jack growled, biting her lip as Miranda brought the soft moulded silicon of the opening to her throbbing tip. “I’m… no-one’s… pet.”

“I picture you dressed up like my girls.” Miranda mused, beginning to slide the fleshlight down further and further, making Jack moan and whine with every inch. “Tight latex squeezing your body head-to-toe, heels to make you even taller. I’ll scrub those tacky tattoos off your flesh of course, and grow out that hair too, just so I can pull it nice and hard.”

“Nyah!” Jack squeaked as the first guard joined the second in suckling on her nipples.

“We’ll leave an opening for your mouth of course, show off those lovely lips, and an opening to let this big, fat dick hang out.” Miranda’s hand moved faster and faster by the second, leaving Jack breathless and mute as the warden continued her monologue. “I won’t waste your muscles by covering you up with armour. You’ll wear the undersuit and the helmet, every inch of you on display as you obey my every whim.”

“N… never.”

“There won’t be any more ‘Jack’, there won’t even be a ‘Subject Zero’ anymore. You’ll just be a pair of lips and a dick in a suit, no voice, no thoughts, barely more than a mech.” Miranda sighed.

Jack groaned, her mind was screaming in outrage, every fibre of her being demanding that she break out of the cuffs and throttle Miranda on her cock until the bitch choked. She wanted to squeeze the two bitches toying with her nipples hard enough to pop their heads off like a zit. She wanted to pull their limbs off like flies and watch them squirm about on the floor. Unfortunately, she was too busy moaning and trembling to do much of anything.

Her roars of anger and hate came out as rattling whines and pathetic mews, her attempts to escape and inflict horrible brutalities on the women torturing her were neutered down to bucking her hips against Miranda’s hand, only succeeding in making the warden laugh at her expense.

She was so close. So close… any second now she’d feel the explosion of seed and the wonderful bliss of release. The moment of passionate inferno and then the soft, warm pleasure of satisfaction. She was almost there, just a little more… any second… any second.

With a groan she forced her eyes open and her head up, staring in confusion and anger past the grinning faces of Miranda’s guards to the woman herself. Miranda smiled sweetly, chin resting on one palm as the other continued to slip up and down fast enough to drive Jack mad with need.

“Oh, didn’t I mention?” she said with an innocent smile. “That little injection wasn’t just an aphrodisiac. I had my girls make it up in the lab, equal parts stimulant and abative. You won’t be able to cum for… ooh, an hour or two?”

“Three I would say, ma’am.” One of the guards grinned.

Jack let out a voiceless gasp and strained against her restraints again, bulging biceps throbbing with effort before she sagged back down with a miserable whine.

“I control everything in this prison, including you.” Miranda said, tossing the fleshlight over her shoulder and giving Jack’s throbbing head a flick. “I control when you eat, when you sleep, when you drink. I control what you wear and where you go and what you can and cannot do. Now, I control when you cum. I’m going to have you dosed every hour of every day until you’re screaming for mercy, desperate for release that only I can give you.”

“Nooo.” Jack managed to croak,

“Yes, and it’ll only be when you’ve been broken that I’ll allow you to.”

“Gonna… kill you.”

“Mm hm.”

Jack groaned and fell back, eyes screwed shut as the guards giggled at her torment. Miranda was bluffing, she couldn’t keep administering the drug every three hours forever. Eventually she’d have to let Jack cum, and then she’d be able to think straight. Her head was so clouded by lust and frustration that she could barely think of anything beyond her need to blow her load, but once she’d cum, then she could get back to planning her escape, and how to get her revenge.

She should have known Miranda wouldn’t let her have such time to think. Just seconds after she’d closed her eyes she let out a strangled howl as something cold and vibrating brushed up against the tip of her cock.

Her eyes snapped open to see Miranda calmly circling her plump head with the buzzing end of a toothbrush. “Wh… what?” she managed before Miranda pressed the toothbrush tight against her with a grin. Jack moaned and screwed her eyes shut again, desperate to ignore the vibrations running down her pole.

It was no use, the vibrations were driving her even crazier than the snug embrace of the fleshlight. It didn’t help that the guards were laughing at her now, having abandoned her nipples to poke and prod at her helpless muscled physique. They seemed more interested in annoying her than helping their mistress, at least until their prying hands snuck around underneath Jack’s body and wedged a plug the size of a lemon into the tight confines of her ass.

Jack’s roar of outrage, pain, and humiliation was cut short as Miranda brought the swirling bristles of the toothbrush down onto her glans. It was equal parts pain and pleasure, a thousand tiny, scratching things rubbing against her most sensitive place, and yet still sending waves of pleasure rolling through Jack’s helpless body.

The treatment went on and on, longer than Jack could bear to think about. She howled and screamed and cursed, straining against her bonds and trying to shut out the sensations driving her unwilling body wild.

Nothing helped, until finally Miranda brought the brush away from her flesh. Jack gulped and struggled to raise her head, she winced as two soft latex-gloved hands took her scalp and helped her head upright, nestling it between two plump vacuum-sealed tits.

Jack let out a helpless croak as Miranda’s hand cupped her heaving balls, rubbing over the hot, sweaty surface with her thumb. “God, you’re just about ready to burst, aren’t you?” she whispered cruelly, giving her a squeeze that made the biotic convict sob. “Now let’s not waste anymore time.”

Jack’s eyes widened as Miranda raised a small paddle and turned it over in her hand.

“No.” She managed in a small voice.

“Yes.” Miranda replied simply, before bringing the paddle down sharply on Jack’s sack. The resulting yelp of pain made Miranda flash her perfect teeth in a predatory grin and squeeze a little harder. “I’m going to keep doing this until you beg me to stop.”

Another smack landed and Jack bit back a cry of pain.

“Of course, when you do beg, I’ll send you back to your cell.” Miranda sighed, smacking her again, “Begging would be a sign of weakness, and I don’t think I should be rewarding that kind of behaviour.”

Another smack, then another, each in quick succession and each making Jack’s eyes water with pain.

“Beg for it to stop, and you go back to your cell with no satisfaction.”

Smack.

“Don’t beg, don’t give in, and eventually the injection will wear off and you’ll be able to blow your load.”

Smack.

“So I guess the question is this.”

Smack.

“How much pain are you willing to take?”

Smack.

“Just to cum?”

Smack.

“Will you break and submit to me?”

Smack.

“Or will we do this…”

Smack.

“For the next…”

Smack.

“Three…”

Smack.

“Hours?”

Miranda paused to see Jack’s reaction, her pale blue eyes shining as they met Jack’s bloodshot browns. She saw the quiver of her lower lip, the flush of her face, the wet trails of tears running down her cheeks, and grinned even wider.

Jack swallowed and pushed her head back down, bunching her jaw as she heard Miranda’s laugh.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Jack lost count quickly, each new hit bringing her to tears as Miranda mercilessly paddled her. How many hits had it been? How long had they been going? Three hours… it was too much, to long. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t hold on that long.

Smack.

Jack screamed at the top of her lungs, a long, shrill cry of agony and misery that finally made Miranda stop on what would have been the hundred and thirtieth strike.

“Please!” Jack sobbed, tears flowing freely. “Please... please, please…. Please.”

Miranda smiled and gave her thigh a gentle pat, before nodding to her guards to take the pathetic wretch out of her sight.

Jack tried not to think about all the eyes on her as Miranda’s guards hauled her bruised, broken body through the courtyard. If she was lucky, they’d all think she’d just weathered some of the worst tortures Cerberus could conceive of. She’d just have to hope that they were still scared enough of her to not decide that a new boss was needed for a day or two. Most of her fellow convicts were cowards, they wouldn’t make a move to try and replace or usurp her until they were certain she wasn’t going to appear and wring their necks. Then again, just as many were consummate opportunists, and would be looking for any sign of weakness to seize their opportunity.

The guards released her, letting her fall over the threshold into her and Ki’s cell, hitting the ground with a hard smack. The cruel giggling of the pair as they sauntered back to their mistress made her almost angry enough to stand and fight, but not quite enough.

Jack groaned and forced herself up onto her hands and knees. Her mighty arms quivered from the effort of even that, but just as she though she was about to fall again, Ki’s slender hands caught her by the shoulder.

“Jeez, what the fuck are they doing to you?” she whispered, struggling as she helped Jack straighten up onto her knees. “You look… god, you look like shit.”

“Hah, it’s… s’ nothin’.” Jack managed to smile before wincing with pain. “H… help me… onto the bunk.”

Ki groaned as she helped to support the beaten behemoth up, red-faced and breathless by the time Jack fell heavily onto the thin mattress of her bunk with a loud thwap and a creak of metal. She perched beside the sweaty ruin of a biotic and nervously eyed the mound of her cellmate’s cock.

“You alright?” she asked, “Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine.”

Ki pursed her lips. “You don’t look it.”

Jack opened one eye and sighed heavily. “You ever gonna drop this whole sweet, innocent act? You didn’t wind up in here by accident.”

“I just like fire, I’m not a murderer or a terrorist or whatever you are.” Ki scowled.

“Both, and then some.”

“Look… you’ve looked out for me, alright?” Ki said after a moment of silence. “I appreciate it, that’s all. I’m not looking for anything more than you’re giving now.”

Jack looked at her for a moment before smiling. “You’re cute.”

Ki couldn’t help but blush. “Yeah… whatever. So, is there anything I can do or not?”

Jack thought about it for a while, her face still twisted by pain as she lay with her eyes closed. Ki brushed some choppy blue hair behind her ear and sighed. She moved to stand up, only for one of Jack’s massive paws to wrap around her arm and tug her gently back down. She turned and looked down at the massive woman below her, deep into Jack’s dark, angry eyes.

“You can help me kill Miranda Lawson.” She growled.

Ki smiled.

“Where do we start?”

Doctor Moo

The Doctor and Yaz take advantage of their advancing pregnancies by selling themselves, and their hyper-productive udders, to a dairy farm which specialises in exotic milks! Kept well-fed with virile spunk by the futa farmers, the pair in turn help feed the masses with dozens of pints a day!

This piece was made by the wonderful Loreleia to go along with an upcoming chapter of Girls Night! 

The Puppetmaster

During a mission with Shepard, a cave-in separates Samara from her team. Navigating the old abandoned tunnels she's trapped inside, the Justicar stumbles into a hive of tentacle creatures that swiftly decide the beautiful asari will be a much better home than it's current pool.

There's an image to go along with this, made by the awesome PiratePup!

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A high, piercing squealing sound greeted Samara as she awoke, her head aching and her ears ringing. Piercing blue eyes opened and a low groan passed her lips, her hazy vision slowly sharpening. The cave had collapsed, that much was obvious immediately. Rocks and the crumpled remains of a steel support in a slide before her face, just an inch from her outstretched fingers.

She picked herself up and brushed her hands off on her suit, swallowing as she realised just how close she’d come to losing a hand in the avalanche of stone. Dust and chipped rock scattered off her as she stood, a fair amount falling down into the deep valley of her cleavage. She sighed, that was going to be very uncomfortable.

“Shepard?” she called, tapping her omni-tool. “Commander Shepard?”

“S… m…ra?”

The justicar pursed her lips and adjusted the settings of her comms, managing to get a somewhat legible connection. “Commander Shepard, are you alright?”

“Samara, thank god.” Shepard’s voice said, distant and tinny thanks to the lousy connection. “Are you hurt?”

“I am unharmed.” Samara nodded, “Are the others with you?”

“Yeah, we’re all here. Miranda’s leg was caught by some of the debris, we’ve got to get her to the Normandy for medical attention. Can you see any way out?”

Samara glanced around, there was a faint blue glow down the unobstructed path of the tunnel. “I believe I can. Attend to Operative Lawson, I will attempt to make my way to the surface and contact you.”

“Don’t take any risks.” Shepard said, tone full of concern. “We can’t reach you, if you get hurt we won’t be able to do anything until we clear the path.”

“I understand.” Samara smiled slightly. “I appreciate your concern. Hopefully I will contact you soon.”

The comm cut and Samara sighed one last time, brushing off her shoulder before marching towards the blue light.

Making her way through the darkness of the tunnel was made easier by the remaining glowing lights of the shaft as well as the growing glow around the corner, but still Samara kept her hand raised, tracing the roof of the tunnel to keep herself from hitting her head.

She raised a brow as she rounded the corner and saw the source of the glow. The walls of the tunnel were saturated with some form of glowing blue substance, winding in and out of the stone like a vein of ore, yet pulsing and moving ever so slightly as Samara watched.

The glow seemed to emanate from whatever was within the rocks, but a strange liquid both seeping from the walls and collecting in pools on the floor, shone gently with the same ethereal blue light.

Samara pursed her lips, her suit’s Geiger counter noted no radiation, so it seemed whatever the substance was, it was simply some form of bioluminescence that made it glow.

She crouched down and gave a pool a quick scan, wincing as she felt the chips of stone in her cleavage grate against her skin. She huffed impatiently and stood up again, tugging her suit down and freeing the plump blue orbs of her breasts. The cool cave air was quite pleasant on her bare skin, as was the lack of dust and stone as she shook herself clean.

“Ah!”

An involuntary gasp burst from Samara’s lips as something cold and wet splattered onto her chest. She glanced down, seeing a small droplet of the glowing liquid resting innocently on her breast, beginning to ooze slowly down the curve of her bust. She sighed and brushed it away, only for a second cold droplet to land on her scalp.

She shivered with disgust and swiped at her head, glancing up with annoyance only to freeze.

A long, blue, glowing tendril hung above her like a stalactite, oozing the bioluminescent goo as it swayed in place. It looked to be made of the same substance as infested the stone of the tunnel, a curiously organic material that’s glow gently pulsed in a curious manner.

Samara swallowed and took a step to the side, the tendril followed her movement, coiled slightly, and then darted towards her.

The Justicar’s gasp of shock was her demise.

Even as her hands rose, biotic light burning around her fingers, the tendril stabbed downwards past her open lips and into her mouth.

“Gwuhgh.” Samara managed to choke, hands flying to her throat as the tentacle pressed into her, its glowing goo smearing over her lips and fingers as she twitched and grabbed at it. As the Justicar gurgled with horror and tried to grasp the slithering end of the tendril, the walls of the cave pulsed approvingly.

Samara retched as the tentacle vanished down her throat, falling to her knees and wheezing for breath. The taste of the creature’s slime was sickly sweet and made her lips feel cold like mint, she coughed and wiped her mouth, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

“G… goddess.” She managed to groan, pressing her palm to her stomach where the heavy weight of the creature was resting. “Wh… what kind of vile beast… gh… ghuu!” she gasped with pain as the tentacle twisted inside her gut, her toned belly swelling as it pressed to the inside of her stomach.

“Ah! G… Goddess no!” Samara sobbed, reaching out to steady herself with one hand as the other pushed desperately against the bulge as if trying to crush the creature inside her. she heaved again, eyes open wide in horror as the heavy weight in her belly began to coil and slither back the way it had come. “No… no… g… goddess have mercy… gh… huu… ghulk!”

Samara convulsed as the tentacle pushed its way up her throat, stretching her elegant neck as it wriggled upwards, finally bursting from her lips with a wet burble of disgust from its unfortunate prey.

The Justicar wheezed, fighting just to stay upright as she stared at the swaying tip of the tendril as it stuck from her gaping mouth. Slime oozed from Samara’s lips, dripping viscously down onto her heaving breasts as she knelt and trembled helplessly. Every breath came scented with the sweetness of the creature, every gulp of air bringing just as much honey-thick liquid sliding into her belly.

Samara whined, bubbles of spit blossoming on her lips as, to her horror, the tentacle split down the middle, each pointed end turning to point straight back at her. For a horrible moment the justicar thought they were about to press into her eyes, in a few moments she would wish they had, it would have at least been a quick end.

Instead, each end of the tentacles slithered over her face, leaving their slime glistening on her flesh, before they pressed their way into her nose, one in each nostril. Samara gurgled weakly, spots dancing in front of her eyes as the tendril blocked her airway. A hand rose to grab at the beast, but it was already too late.

There was a popping sound in Samara’s ears and a sudden wave of vertigo that sent Samara toppling to the ground. The Justicar’s pale eyes crossed as she lay motionless, the tapered ends of three tentacles vanishing back within her body.

A moment of nothing passed and Samara lay unmoving until her entire body gave a sharp jerk. The justicar drew in a rattling breath and rolled onto her side. Her eyes made the journey back to looking forwards independently, each icy blue orb slowly rolling about until they matched.

Samara rolled again, a low coo passing her lips as her bare breasts pressed to the slick cave floor. It was an odd sound, one of confusion and surprise, one pleasantly pleased by the new sensations of sensitive flesh on cool, hard stone. A hand rose and reached forwards, taking hold of the edge of the nearest pool before hauling the justicar forwards. More noises emanated from Samara as she inched across the floor, small grunts of effort and curious mews marking her progress until her fingers brushed the surface of the pool.

A small “Ghee” of delight came from Samara as she beamed and began to kick with her legs, crawling faster until her voluptuous body slipped into the liquid. Her breasts went first, each huge blue udder sinking into the goo and rousing a giggle of glee from Samara just in time for her face to hit the surface, the poor asari inhaling much of the liquid as she overbalanced and fell in, mouth open. A fat, heart-shaped rump and a pair of shapely legs sank and then there was nothing.

The pool rippled for a moment and then was still.

What was left of Justicar Samara watched in horror as tentacles beyond counting emerged from the murky depths of the pool, swimming towards her and rubbing to her helpless body curiously. The creature within her opened her mouth, and the tendrils understood. In an instant the curious, cautious poking transformed into hungry, determined pushing from all sides.

More tentacles pressed between her lips, others into her nostrils, the tendrils coiled around her head and found her ears, swiftly penetrating them as well. Samara didn’t move as the beasts wormed inside her skull to join the tentacles already insinuating themselves into her brain.

As Samara’s head was entirely wrapped the tentacles sought new flesh to invade, sliding over her body in search of new homes. Arms and legs were pulled at curiously, Samara’s limbs tugged as wide as they would go and coiled around by the exploring tendrils. The famously impervious suit of the justicar sizzled and began to disintegrate in the liquid, flakes of crimson and gold sinking away and being scattered by the tentacles as they swarmed.

It took less than a second for Samara’s azure to be discovered and defiled, the first tentacle drove deep into her, the next thirty fought bitterly to join it. One slipped as it stabbed to join its brethren and instead found an entirely new target, pressing into the tight warm confines of Samara’s pucker and burying itself as deep as it could immediately.

Samara screamed within her head as the tentacles began to take their places inside her, rooting themselves to the warm, wet caverns of her body and beginning to link to one another. In a matter of minutes, hundreds of independent young creatures ruled and governed by instinct developed and evolved into a single entity, something strong, smarter, and more inclined to put its host to good use.

Samara whimpered suddenly as she regained control of her body, choking on the thick blue liquid filling her mouth and clawing her way to the surface. The goo clung to her naked body as she hauled herself onto dry land, pouring off her ample curves and oozing from her conquered holes as she fell to the ground with a wet splat.

A few lingering tentacles wriggled their way inside her winking asshole, and she let out a low, guttural sob. “G… Goddess… have mercy… kill me now…”

Control vanished as soon as it had returned, and Samara went limp. Slowly, her arms reached out and found purchase on the floor, lifting her body up until she was kneeling. “Ghhh…. Hoooo… dhheeesh.” She slurred, head lolling on her shoulders as she spoke. “Ghhodhessh.”

Samara realised with horror that whatever new creature infested her body was learning, first to move as she crawled from the pool, and now to speak, clumsily mimicking her now… but soon perfectly.

“Goddess.” Samara smiled brightly, before adopting a petulant scowl. “Goddess.” She repeated.

Whatever it was, the creature appeared to be enjoying experimenting with her facial expressions.

“Goddess have mercy, kill me now.” she said, tasting the words as they passed her tongue.

“Goddess.”

“Goooodesssssss.”

Samara wished she could stop herself, but the beast was in control. It moved her like a puppet, its tendrils embedded into her very brain. She felt the coolness of the slime permeate her entire body, tasted the sweetness of its flesh on her tongue, heard the soft slithering of its tendrils inside her, and yet she could do nothing.

“Samara.”

Samara would have gasped, if she’d had control of her mouth.

She felt herself smile.

“Hello, I am Samara.”

“Good evening, I am Justicar Samara, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

The thing had her brain, now it had her memory.

“Commander Shepard.” She felt herself purr. “SSV Normandy.”

No.

Goddess no.

“Commander, would you please join me in my room, I have something to discuss with you.” the thing that was inside her smiled. Samara would have sobbed if she could.

“Yesssss, thisss will do nicely.”

The words hissed into Samara’s ears as if their speaker’s lips were about to brush her flesh. The voice was her own, but horribly alien. There was none of Samara’s calm in its tone, none of her patience or thoughtfulness, just hunger and cruelty and need.

“Sssamara.”

The voice was soft and sultry, seductively gentle, and Samara felt an unwanted thrill run through her helpless body.

With so much effort it almost hurt; Samara forced herself to speak. “S… stop… this… now!”

“No.”

“Release… me!” Samara gasped, pushing the words from her lips, wheezing for breath as she felt the creature’s tendrils slither throughout her skull. “Or… I will… kill… us… both!” She brought her hands upwards, entire body shaking with the effort it took to move them even a little. Her fingers trembled, and slowly began to glow blue, a thin trickle of purple blood oozed from Samara’s nostril.

“No.” The creature spoke again. Samara sobbed as all her strength faded and her body went limp. She slumped like a ragdoll, falling backwards at the knees and crumpling into a heap on the floor. “Don’t kill usssss. Don’t wassssste thisss. Thissss issss good.”

“No” Samara whimpered silently, her voice sounded so small and pathetic even within her own head, barely a whisper compared to the sultry purring of the creature.

“Thisss isss good.” The creature insisted. “Doesn’t usssss feel good?”

Pleasure bloomed between Samara’s legs, hot and wet and sticky, growing with each moment even as the broken justicar lay and stared blankly at the ceiling. Samara could feel her cheeks burning, feel her nipples ache and stand to attention in the cool cave air. Saliva built under her tongue and her ragged breaths became all the more laboured.

“Stop.” she pleaded. “Please.”

“Doesn’t usss feel good?” The creature insisted. “Doesn’t usss feel right?”

“No.” Samara lied, wishing her could move her body even a little, that she could spread her thighs to expose her burning womanhood to the cold, soothing air of the cave, that she could open her mouth and drink in the rich, sweet air her body craved.

Her chest heaved, massive breasts rising and falling with each shallow gasp she made, but she needed more air… needed to fill her lungs with the coolness of the cave to quell the burning heat inside her body.

“We know you feel good, ssssamara.” The voice breathed. “We know you… insssside and out. You’re part of ussssss.”

“N… no.” Samara cried.

“We love you, ssssamara. We love usssssss.”

“No!”

“You’re a drop in our ocean, ssssamara. Your thoughtssss and dreamsss and memoriessssss… they’re all a part of usssssss.” The voice cooed. “Don’t fight ussss, don’t make usss drown you. Relax, let go… sssssink into usss, we can all be one, all of usss and all of you.”

Samara could feel herself melting even as she cried out, the very last of her resistance echoing around the inside of her head as the warm, comforting pleasure of the creature’s mind welcomed her.

She was lying in a pool that was the creature, her naked body bathed and caressed by its embrace. She could feel what it felt, hear its thoughts, the thoughts of every lucky soul who had ever fallen into its arms and become a part of it. It felt warm and right, like slipping into a perfect bath.

Samara let out a small, meek gasp as the echo of her voice faded away. Her body slipped beneath the surface of the pool and began to dissolve, her being fading and flowing to become a piece of the creature, indistinguishable from any other part of it.

The last thing to go was Samara’s face, smiling with lazy, contented bliss before it sank beneath the surface and melted away.

Samara’s face split into a happy grin as she slowly sat up, body still limp as the creature grew used to puppeteering its new vessel. The part of it that had once been Samara would teach it to be like her, but for now it was happy simply to explore itself.

“We feel… right.” It sighed, head lolling forwards as Samara’s back straightened. “All of usssss together.”

Slowly, clumsily, the creature brought its hands to its face, feeling the contours of Samara’s features with its new, slender fingers.

“Ouch.” It said, as one of the fingers jabbed a glassy blue eye.

“Ssssoft.” It continued, tracing the plush blue pillow of Samara’s lower lip, gently teasing them open and sucking thoughtfully on a digit. “Ssssso very sssoft… and hot.”

A curious groan passed it and it opened its thighs, crooning as the gentle breeze of the cave brushed against its sopping petals. “Wet and warm… feelssss like home.” It moved its arm outwards and wiggled its fingers, quickly getting used to operating its new puppet now Samara’s consciousness had been diluted across its own, fading away into a warm, contented oblivion.

A croon passed its lips as slender blue fingers brushed delicately against its sex. Pleased by the wonderful new sensations, its grin only widened. “Like it wassss made for usssss.”

With a quiet grunt, the creature rolled over onto its hands and knees, shuffling awkwardly over the cave floor before adopting a slightly more elegant crawl. It smiled at its reflection in the pearlescent surface of a wide, deep pool of liquid, admiring its new features before ducking its head to the pool and drinking deeply.

Bioluminescent goo shone slightly through the creature’s throat as it greedily feasted on the protein-rich soup that sustained it and its kin. Samara’s body was a perfect vessel, but even with how warm and wet the inside of the Asari’s body was, the creature still needed something to eat.

As the creature drank, the disturbance to the pool drew the attention of its young siblings, all the tentacles too small and weak to press their way into Samara’s flesh and coalesce into the full adult creature that now rode the once proud Justicar’s body.

The creature paused its feast and smiled as one of the young tendrils broke the surface, reaching out towards it, eager to join the collective. “No.” it spoke tenderly, already viewing what had been its sibling as its own young now that it had fully matured. “No more room in ussss for you little thingsss.

More tentacles swam to the surface, most only inches long, the oldest and most developed around the sizes of snakes whilst the smallest were barely larger than earthworms. The creature pursed its lips thoughtfully and sat up. It licked its lips of glowing goo as it thought, smiling as a plan formed in its mind.

“Ssss V Normandy.” It hummed. “Sssso many people… ssso many new friends to join usssss.”

Its smile widened and it dipped its hands into the pool, bringing one of its young up out of the liquid and gently stroking its pulsing body. “Sssshepard and all her friendssss… ssssoft and warm and wet. Humanssss and assssari and Quarianssss… sssooo comfortable to ride.”

“But how to bring you?” it mused, “And how to ssssneak usss aboard?”

One of Samara’s brows raised and the creature twisted her lips into a wicked smile. “Sssso much wasted ssspace in thissss body.” She raised her hands up to its mouth and gently tipped the young creature into her maw. The poor little thing was confused for a moment before coiling and wriggling its way down Samara’s throat, taking a quick exploratory lap of the Justicar’s stomach before settling into its new home.

“My, that feelssss… nicccce.” The creature moaned, lashes fluttering. A hand wandered over Samara’s naked flesh, squeezing a plump tit and caressing the smooth, toned curve of her belly. It stood and purred, licking Samara’s lips before sighing. A long blue leg slipped into the pool, followed quickly by the next.

The creature sat comfortably at the edge of the pool, wiggling her toes into the glowing goo, stirring up the little creatures and cooing encouragingly to them. She parted her thighs and rubbed at the purple slit of Samara’s cunt, a grin spreading over its lips as its younger kin began to swarm.

“Yesss, little onesss.” It gasped as one thick, pulsing tendril stabbed forwards and burrowed into the sopping mound of Samara’s womanhood. The husk of the Justicar let out a rattling groan as the wriggling end of the tentacle vanished inside her, only to be followed by another, and another, until the surface of the blue pool was boiling with activity.

Samara’s eyes rolled as the creature was put through more pleasure than its mind was capable of comprehending. New sensations overwhelmed the poor thing, and it quite lost control, trembling and falling limply into the eager grasp of its swarming kin. Hisses and squeals and keening mews poured from Samara’s lips just as the thick blue ooze slid from her defiled holes.

The creature smiled happily, feeling dozens and then hundreds of the younger tentacles force their way inside its new vessel. It could feel the soft flesh of Samara’s body stretching to accommodate the spawnling tendrils, fortunately the asari’s body had plenty of space, in fact, there was even more space to be made now that the creature better understood its host.

The ancient asari would not need to eat anymore, not now that her body would be maintained by the creature itself. The thick soup of bioluminescent goo was both home and food to its kind, secreted from their own skin once they fully matured. The creature could happily spend an eternity in Samara’s body, keeping her fresh and healthy from the inside. That made her entire digestive system a suitable home, ready to be repurposed into just another breeding pit.

Samara’s muscles wouldn’t be of much use others, at least those used for moving her about, the creature could quite easily puppeteer her itself. The muscles used for speaking and manipulating her face would be useful, as would the ones of her fingers and toes. The creature would keep enough for it to blend in with the rest of the Normandy’s crew, the rest would be food.

“Oh.” The creature gasped as one of the eldest of the tendrils surfaced from the pool, longer and thicker than all the rest, almost fully mature. It coiled and pressed insistently against her opening. It was much broader than all the others, it would be a struggle to take it inside. “Ssssslowly.” She groaned as pain joined the pleasure of the writhing breasts sharing its vessel.

The tentacle jerked impatiently and split, the halves of its head becoming two smaller tendrils and returning to pressing against Samara’s leaking cunt and gaping asshole. The creature mewed as it was penetrated once more, and stroked Samara’s belly with a palm. Every second gave it more control, and as the two tentacles wormed deep inside its welcoming holes, it lifted itself up with a newfound elegance.

“Patience.” It whispered, carefully squeezing its thrashing end and keeping it snug inside her. The point the two heads of the struggling tentacle joined bumped at the flesh between Samara’s cunt and asshole before slowly splitting completely. The creature gasped as both newly parted ends of the creature vanished inside her. It patted its stomach fondly, feeling the squirming of its passengers just beneath the flesh. “Thatssss it. Home Sssssweet home.”

It smiled and brushed its hands over its breasts, fingers toying with Samara’s nipples curiously before it sighed and straightened its back.

The creature raised its leg and stepped into the pool in front of it, vanishing into its glowing depths with only a quiet splash and a rippling surface to mark her disappearance. In the warmth and the wetness, it gently sang to the youngest and weakest of its kin, calling it to join the family in their new home. The shimmering pearlescent goo soothed the old Asari’s body, making it so much more flexible and welcoming.

As the hundreds of tiny tentacles approached, the creature opened itself to them happily. Tendrils poured into Samara’s open mouth, coiled up through her nostrils, burrowed deep into her ears. They congregated at the plump, well-stretched caverns of the Justicar’s cunt and pucker, sliding into her once-sacred spaces with ease.

Samara’s breasts, once firm and full, were hollowed by the creature, their mass consumed with ease. Her nipples opened like tiny mouths, greeting the swarming litters of tentacles just as every other one of the asari’s holes had. Before long, Samara’s breasts were just more broodpits, larger and softer than before, full to the brim with glowing slime and young creatures happily settling into their new wombs.

In the murky blue bottom of the pool, the creature sat and sighed happily. It would surface later, once Samara’s friends came to look for her, until then, it was content to bathe and feel the wonderful pleasure of its sweet young brood wriggling inside it.

-o-o-o-

Shepard blew out a quiet sigh of relief as the door separating her section of the mineshaft and Samara’s slid open, and the justicar was revealed. Jane was so glad to see the asari wasn’t hurt, it took her a moment to notice that the Asari’s usual suit was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Samara was squeezed into an old scientist’s uniform, the same kind of sleek grey and green jumpsuit that Exogeni had used to have standard. It was several sizes too small for her, squeezing against her voluptuous curves snugly, creaking as she stepped forwards. It must have hurt to be trapped in clothes that small, but Samara didn’t seem to notice.

“Commander, I am glad to see you.” Samara smiled, walking up to her and bowing her head. “How is Operative Lawson?”

“She’s fine, Doctor Chakwas will have her back on her feet in no time.” Shepard said slowly, looking the asari up and down. Something was off about her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the strange clothes. “Are you alright?”

“I am fine.” Samara nodded. “My suit was badly damaged in the fall; I am afraid it was unsalvageable. Luckily, I was able to find this in a storage locker, it appears that one of Exogeni’s scientists left it behind when they abandoned the mines.”

“You didn’t see anything in there, did you?” Shepard winced, looking at the dark tunnel behind samara. “The reports EDI managed to get hold of mentioned that this site was evacuated because of some kind of hostile animal.”

“No, I saw nothing of the sort.”

Samara smiled as she stepped past Shepard, hips swaying and breasts bobbing in a way that was oddly captivating to the redhead. Samara had always been gorgeous, but now… there was something alluring about her, something that made Shepard’s cheeks flush. “We should get going then, before anything does show up.” She said, clearing her throat and quickly ushering Samara back down the short tunnel to the opening.

“Of course.” Samara smiled, stepping inside the shuttle that would take both her and Shepard back up to the Normandy. “Oh, and commander? I wondered if I might have a moment of your time this evening. It occurred to me that for all our talks, I know very little about you.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Samara’s smile widened, and it seemed for an instant that a faint blue glow shone from beneath her skin.

“Sssso would I.”

Sizequeen Showcase

With a newfound love of supersized sextoys, The Doctor takes Yaz to meet her inspiration: Former companion and lover of monster cocks, Amy Pond.

This piece was done by the marvellous BecSantus as a sequel to Bigger on the Inside!

Sinful Sisters' Summer Secret

Fatima Minhas was spending her summer tutoring those of her students that needed the extra help. It always made her so happy to help those poor young people come into their own, and she was proud to spend her own time helping others, setting a good example for her niece Aisha and the other young women of the neighbourhood.

That was until Ronnie Black, a foul-mouthed, troublemaking punk, who signed up for her tutoring sessions. Before she knew it, Fatima was a debased, submissive slab of milfmeat, gleefully servicing her new owner. By the end of the first month, Fatima hardly remembered a time before her new life of fucking and sucking her teenaged mistress whenever and wherever she pleased.

Gone was the devout Muslim housewife and teacher, Fatima had been twisted into a craven, shameless sow, and she was all-too happy to drag her twin sister down with her. Enslaved and corrupted, the pair of mature Muslim milfs became the personal playthings of Ronnie, worshipping her and aching for the times she would hand them out to her friends. Nothing was off the table for the mind-broken pair, no matter how sinful or perverse.

Keeping their new lives a secret from sweet, innocent young Aisha was hard, but from the glint in Ronnie's eye when the worried girl called them, they suspected they wouldn't have to lie to her about how they spent their nights for long...

This piece was made by the wonderful Loreleia, please check her work out!

The Pod

A commission featuring Subcommander T'Pol of Star Trek: Enterprise. Curious about a set of strange pleasure-pods on the paradise planet of Risa, she ends up changing both her own life, and the life of one Hoshi Sato, forever.

-o-o-o-

“So, tell me about Risa.” Captain Jonathan Archer said as both he and T’pol stepped into the Enterprise’s transporter bay.

T’pol arched an eyebrow, the most she ever did to show her disapproval, aside from flatly stating it. “It is a self-described ‘pleasure-planet’” she said coldly. “The Risan economy is dependent on tourism, they cater to all species who come to their resorts. The Vulcan High Command made first contact with them three hundred years ago, but we have had very limited interactions with them.”

Archer’s brows raised and he smirked “Vulcan’s don’t take vacations?”

“We do not.” T’pol agreed, “And even if we did, Risa’s idea of a vacation is hardly in keeping with Vulcan philosophies.”

“Really? Sea, sun and sand, sounds pretty perfect.” Archer shrugged, nodding to the engineering officer standing at the transporter controls as they stepped into the small round alcove.

“It is not the landscape that is the issue.” T’pol murmured as the gentle tickle of the transporter beam began to swirl around her. She blinked as the silver shimmering washed over her eyes, opening her eyes to find herself standing on a wide, stone patio overlooking a vast blue-green sea.

“Welcome to Risa, Enterprise.” A tall blonde Risan beamed. “It’s wonderful to meet you in person.”

“It’s our pleasure.” Archer smiled. “It’s nice to have such a smooth first-contact.”

“Risa is here to cater to you, Captain Archer.” The blonde smiled. “We are here to make your every experience as pleasant and relaxing as possible.”

T’pol’s lips pursed ever so slightly, and she folded her hands behind her back. Archer caught the movement and cleared his throat. “Ah, this is my first officer, Subcommander T’pol.”

“We rarely see Vulcans visit our planet.” The blonde said brightly. “It’s wonderful to see the High Command has reconsidered opening a dialogue with us.”

“I am here as a part of the Enterprise’s crew, not as a representative of the High Command.” T’pol said plainly, staring down the blonde who pouted with disappointment. She didn’t speak again for a while, unconcerned with the trivial matters the blonde brough up with Archer as they toured the pleasure palace. It was all as she had expected, the only truly noteworthy scientific advances the Risans had made in their history were in the terraforming machines that kept the planet stable, and the Vulcan High Command had taken thorough scans of those the second they’d landed.

Archer seemed impressed, but that didn’t take too much. Humans might have been advancing quickly, but they were still regularly amazed by technology the Vulcans had developed centuries ago.

She paused as they came around the balcony that ringed the seaward side of a large villa, spotting three large egg-shaped pods. They were white and smooth, with no clear markings or openings, but even from feet away T’pol could hear the soft hum they emitted.

“What are those devices?” She asked, moving closer and inspecting the pods a little closer.

“Ah, Verudian Pleasure-booths.” Their blonde guide said excitedly, patting the smooth glassy exterior. “A gift from a race we met just last month. These booths are designed to create a fully immersive sensory simulation for their users. We’ve had a little trouble calibrating them properly, the Verudian’s have much less sensitive bodies than most bipedal species, but once we’ve got these three ready for use, we’ll be able to offer a whole new experience for our visitors.”

“How do they work? I am not familiar with Verudian technology.” T’pol frowned, stroking the cool white surface of the pod, which suddenly hummed a little louder and hissed open. The pod split in two, the top half sliding easily around to fit inside the bottom. Inside was a soft, spongy grey mattress and a simple command panel.

“I’m not the person to ask.” The guide giggled. “Our science team would be happy to explain them to you though!”

“May I conduct some scans?”

The guide pouted. “I suppose, I was going to take you both to view our cultural centre though.”

“Why don’t I go with you, T’pol can run some quick scans and join us there.” Archer offered.

The guide smiled and cheerfully nodded. “Sure!” she turned to T’pol, “It’s the big dome at the end of the plaza, you can’t miss it.”

“I will be sure not to.” T’pol replied dryly.

The scans didn’t take long at all, in fact it had only been a few moments after Archer and their guide had disappeared around the curve of the villa that her scanner let out a confirmatory blip. She arched a brow in surprise, seeing that the pod had just helpfully downloaded its entire schematic as soon as it had detected it was being scanned. It seemed the Verudians, whoever they were, weren’t worried about people studying their technology.

It all seemed fairly elementary, the systems were simple, almost primitive, which was why it was so frustrating that she couldn’t understand how any of it was supposed to work. She pursed her lips as she looked over the schematics once again.

Seeing no other recourse, she slipped her scanner back onto her belt and perched herself on the edge of the pod.

It would fit her neatly inside, she thought, in fact there would be room to spare. She checked the command panel just to be sure there was a way to open it from the inside, and, seeing there was, lay back and sighed.

Maybe it was a mistake, but it was rare that she had the opportunity to experiment with new technologies without a human breathing down her neck and stinking up her lab.

“Voice activation systems, online, would you like to proceed?” a quiet, breathy, female voice asked.

“Please begin the shortest and lowest intensity programme.” T’pol said as clearly as she could, she didn’t want to be inside the thing any longer than necessary, or risk any overly potent experience.

“Beginning programme one, setting one.” The pod cooed. “Please, enjoy.”

There was a slow, rhythmic, pulsing humming and suddenly the pod’s inner surface glittered into life. The shiny white lit up with swirling, coloured patterns, throbbing and coiling in time with the pulses. T’pol winced, and then glanced down in alarm as her wrists and ankles were ensnared by smooth metal tentacles. She pulled against them before sighing, realising it must have been a safety precaution built in.

The flashing colours were distracting but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look away. There were sounds too, like distant voices singing some quiet, ethereal song.

Her pointed ears twitched and she let out a low sigh. Whatever the pod was doing, she had to admit it felt good. It was like all the tension was being drained out of her like water going down a sinkhole. Not even the most practiced Vulcan Neuropressure master could have made her feel so… relaxed.

Another sigh passed her lips, and she stretched languidly. Relaxion didn’t cover it, she felt at peace, completely satisfied with her place in the universe. There was a warmth inside her, glowing pleasantly and urging her to open her eyes, telling her to stare into the lights and enjoy this wonderful feeling.

The effect was growing more potent now, lights brighter, the pulsing rhythm and soft noise of the machine worming its way deeper into T’pol’s mind. She let out a mew of pleasure and arched her back, growing more and more aware of how aroused she was becoming. Her nipples were easily seen beneath the skin-tight grey suit she wore, pressing against the thin fabric, desperate to escape. Her breaths were coming hotter and heavier, sweat building on her forehead and her immaculate black bob of hair growing more dishevelled by the second.

The first mew was followed by a long, loud groan of need and T’pol realised that she’d made a mistake. The guide had been underselling just how unsensitive the Verudians were, what was the lowest setting for them was beginning to overwhelm her in just minutes. She gasped and tried to reach the control panel, but with her arms bound to her sides she couldn’t get anywhere near it.

“C…computer.” She managed to rasp, biting her lip as “S… stop…”

“Command not recognised, please clarify.”

“Stop… shut… shut it… ougghghh!” T’pol tried before moaning loudly, between her legs her cunt was on fire, sopping wet and aching to be touched. She arched her back and whimpered, spreading her thighs in the hope that the cool Risan air would help lessen the burning heat of her sex.

It didn’t work.

“Command not recognised, please clarify.”

“Cuh… computer… p… please!” T’pol tried one last time before once again being overwhelmed by a wave of orgasmic pleasure that knocked the strength out of her. With a pathetic whine, she fell limply down onto the pod’s mattress and stared into the colours above, unable to move or think, let alone try to escape.

T’pol moaned softly, eyes rolling in her head as she was bombarded by the pod’s hypnotic effect. Lights swirled and sounds hummed and her cool, logical mind began to fragment. With her wrists and ankles safely secured in place, there was only so much the desperate Vulcan could do. Her back arched and her chest heaved, fat round breasts straining against the suit squeezing her.

Tears began to roll down T’pol’s cheeks as the sensations overwhelmed her, her mouth hanging open as her howls of need quietened into hoarse, breathless gasps. She’d never experienced anything so potent in her life, even with how heightened a Vulcan’s emotions were beneath their cold logical surface.

She was sixty-three, she’d felt the burning heat of Pon-Farr four times before, but this was something else. Pon-Farr hurt, it burned, the lust boiling her blood and turning her feral. There had been no control, no comfort, even the pleasure of satisfying her carnal need had been overwhelmed by the pain of her cravings.

This wasn’t a burning heat, it was a glowing warmth, radiating through her whole body like she was lying under a warm sun on a pleasant Vulcan autumn day. This wasn’t bringing tenseness and aching pain to her muscles, it was making her twitch and shake with nothing but pleasure, like the satisfaction of stretching out her body after a long day magnified a hundredfold. Her mouth was open, lips parted in panting, not curled into a grimace with her teeth ground tight. Even though her hands were locked at her sides, her instinct was to stroke and touch and squeeze her body, not to claw and grab and tear until the ache in her bones went away.

It was heaven, which wasn’t even something she had believed in until a few seconds ago.

“Mmmmorre.” She rasped, bucking her hips upwards, desperate to get any sort of friction against the sopping mess ruining the crotch of her suit. “Please.”

“Vocal command: accepted. Applying physical stimuli.” The pod cooed in its quiet, breathy voice.

T’pol squeaked as arms began to extend from the pod’s surface, small, phallic arms reaching down and probing at her body curiously.

“Occupant, you are still clothed, requesting permission to disrobe for maximum satisfaction?” The Pod asked.

“Please!” T’pol sobbed, feeling the gentle pressure of the arms circling her nipples and brushing against her inner thighs. There was a cold, tickling sensation and T’pol managed to tear her eyes away from the swirling colours long enough to see her clothes be beamed off her body.

Her body was tight and toned from the tips of her ears to the tips of her toes, smooth creamy skin covering well-exercised Vulcan muscle. She was amply curved, both by human and Vulcan standards, with fat, soft tits and a plump, tight backside. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by her that humans seemed particularly approving of her physical assets, but until then she hadn’t given it any real thought. She’d spent so long sitting snugly in that catsuit, her fat peach on full display to all those filthy, horny humans just waiting to grab her…

T’pol croaked as the arm between her legs pressed flat against her soaking petals and began to vibrate gently.

That was the end for T’pol, as soon as the buzzing appendage was rubbed against her sopping cunt her resistance broke for good. The once cold and logical woman howled and groaned and drooled in mind-fucked bliss for minutes until at last the pod let out a satisfied little trill.

“Warm-up completed, proceeding with Programme.”

T’pol let out a vague “Huh?” barely understanding what the pod had just said, before blinking as the smooth white of the pod’s interior seemed to shift. Instead of the small round white chamber of the pod, she realised she was standing in a white room about the same size as her quarters on the Enterprise.

She wasn’t alone either.

Standing just across from her was another Vulcan, tall and stoic and just as naked as she was. He was quite handsome, and well built, with a lean muscular body and a throbbing erection that made T’pol mew with anticipation.

She practically fell backwards, thighs spread wide and sopping pussy on full display. T’pol’s fingers dived into her hole even as her newly arrived lover approached her, her digits disappearing into the green-blushing folds of her sex.

“Take me.” She rasped, spreading her pussy wide for the mystery male as he stood over her, erection in hand and eyebrow raised. “What are you waiting for?”

“You have become emotional.” He said, a slight hint of disapproval in his otherwise blank tone. “That is highly inappropriate.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” T’pol barked, well past caring that her logical, emotionless façade had shattered beyond repair. The Vulcan’s brow arched a little more and he mutely knelt, placing a few cold kisses over her collarbone as he took position, before pressing inside her sopping slit.

T’pol groaned with relief as the itch inside her was finally tended to, wrapping her thighs behind the man’s back and grabbing him tight. Her nails bit into his shoulders as he finally began to thrust inside her, tiny beads of dark green blood staining her fingertips as she clung to her lover.

“Harder!” She groaned, trying to squeeze him deeper inside herself with her legs, but failing to get him to move any faster or further within her desperate hole. “Wh… what are… you doing?”

Her lover’s brow arched once again, growing more infuriating by the second. “The faster and harder you are pleasured, the sooner you will reach climax. You specifically requested our lowest intensity programme, is this not what you wanted?”

T’pol growled and grabbed him by the cheeks. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you fucking can!”

The Vulcan’s eyebrow rose one last time and he sighed. “Your behaviour is quite offensive.” He batted her hands away effortlessly and planted his arms on either side of T’pol’s head. “You have spent too much time with humans.”

A sharp jerk of his hips sent his cock plunging deep into T’pol’s womanhood and she let out a breathless gasp of pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut, and when she opened them again she realised her lover had subtly changed.

His body and face were largely the same, but he no longer had the pointed ears or emotionless expression of a Vulcan, in fact by his crooked grin and short salt and pepper stubble, he was very clearly human.

The thought of having a human balls-deep in her cunt sent a thrill down her spine, she grinned in a way she had never done in her life before and rose to catch him in a passionate kiss. The taste was pleasant, more than she would have expected given how humans smelled, and the stubble scratched interestingly on her face as their tongues met.

A hand smacked down on her rump and she squeaked, pulling away from the kiss as her newly humanised mate hoisted her off the ground and into his arms. In this new position her own weight became a godsend, helping her drop harder and deeper onto his cock as he bounced her. She moaned with delight, pressing her breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Mmmore.” She croaked, throwing her head back as she was filled over and over again. “Fuck… more”

“Not enough for you?” her mate chuckled, pressing her back against the wall and giving her ass another smack. “You Vulcan girls like it rough, huh?”

“I need more.” T’pol whined. “Please… it’s not… enough… fuck me… harder!”

“All that attitude, pretending to be cold and heartless.” Her mate grunted, lowering her to the ground and pinning her to the floor instead. “You Vulcans are the biggest sluts in the galaxy.”

“Stop… talking and… ahn!... fuck meee.”

“Hmm, what I wouldn’t give to see you squealing like this every day.” A soft, husky and decidedly female voice purred.

T’pol’s eyes snapped open in surprise just in time for the muscular black woman currently straddling her to press a hungry kiss to her panting lips.

That was surprising to say the least.

The feeling of a cock ramming into her sensitive cunt hadn’t lessened, but now there was a strange coolness to the feel of it. Forcing her eyes downwards past her latest partner’s heaving ebony breasts she was able to make out a set of pink straps over her hips.

“You taste good, honey.” The woman hummed, pulling away and flashing a charming grin. She wiggled her brows at T’pol’s shocked expression before pressing another kiss to her cheek. “What’s the matter, cat got ya tongue?”

“I… you’re… a woman.” T’pol managed before moaning as said woman rolled her hips, pressing the thick pink strap deep into her. “Oh… fuck.”

“Hm, they say you Vulcans are all geniuses, I’m surprised it took you that long to figure it out.” The woman laughed, stroking her palms over T’pol’s belly and cupping her breasts. She rolled the panting Vulcan’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before giving them a playful tug. “You’ve got a lovely rack, hon.”

T’pol gasped as her partner leaned down nuzzled against her neck, lips playing over her throat up to the pointed tip of her ear. Her surprise had given her a little more control over herself, which T’pol put to use immediately. Cautiously, she reached up and took hold of the woman’s soft black breast, testing its weight and texture with fascination. Her skin was warm and soft, the flesh pliant and welcoming to her slender fingers. With a nervous glance up at her lover, T’pol tweaked an ebony nipple before craning her neck to take it between her lips.

“Now you’re getting into it.” the woman grinned. “Better?”

“I… I want to feel you.” she whimpered.

“Ah, you want a little tongue action?”

“Please?” T’pol nodded. She whined as her lover slid slowly out of her cunt, giving an amused chuckle at the Vulcan’s kitten-like whimper as the cool air brushed her insides. The woman moved like a cat, slow and elegant and deliberate, teasingly inching her way down between T’pol’s thighs and blowing gently across the blushing green petals waiting for her.

“Hm, what a view.” She purred before planting a kiss against T’pol’s flesh. The hitch in the Vulcan’s breath made her grin, and before the poor overwhelmed woman could even think of preparing herself, she stabbed her tongue deep inside her. The woman wasn’t sentient, of course, just a computer programme that had learned by now that T’pol had no interest in restraint. She wanted to be fucked hard, and the pod was designed to oblige her every whim.

T’pol moaned and quaked as the woman set to work devouring her pussy, her toes curling and chest heaving as her lover’s tongue did impossible things inside her. Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again, her wetness only adding to the slurping noises coming from between her thighs.

It took her minutes to force her head upright to stare down at her lover, and by then, the pod had scanned her mind well enough to make one final change.

“Mwah. T’pol… you taste phenomenal.” Hoshi Sato moaned, pulling herself away from T’pol’s cunt and smiling. “This is a much more fun use of my tongue than running linguistics tests, don’t you think?”

“Ensign Sato.” T’pol groaned, delirious with ecstasy. “Please… fuck me more?”

Hoshi giggled and kissed her inner thigh. “How can I say no to that face?” she purred, giving T’pol’s sex a long, deliberate lick. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you all hot and bothered.”

T’pol whimpered, completely unable to formulate any words anymore, and reached down to clutch Hoshi’s glossy hair. She tugged the duplicate of her crewmate tightly against her cunt and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

She didn’t have enough mind left to worry about how and why the pod had conjured her friend to be her lover in this fantasy. Whether it was a latent attraction or a perverted fantasy of acting so shamelessly un-Vulcan with someone whose opinions she respected didn’t matter, all that mattered was that Hoshi was hot and her tongue was magical.

Another climax rolled through her, then another, and soon T’pol was little more than a limp, sweaty lump of a woman. She let out the occasional mew or whimper as Hoshi’s tongue and fingers made her body into their plaything, but nothing more than that passed her lips.

She’d completely forgotten about Enterprise, about Risa and the fact she was inside a high-tech masturbation chamber until Hoshi’s tongue vanished from inside her and she was blasted with sunlight.

“Programme complete, we hope you are satisfied.”

T’pol whined and screwed her eyes shut as the warm Risan sun shone down on her naked, sweaty body. Still gasping for breath, she managed to crawl out, falling heavily onto the tiled floor and moaning. Her body ached all over, sensitive and still thrumming with the aftershocks of her latest crippling orgasm.

Awkwardly, she managed to stagger to her feet and groaned, caressing the wet green petals of her cunt before falling against the pod with a breathless sigh.

Once she had caught her breath, and once her legs had stopped shaking, she’d ordered the pod to return her clothes. She dressed quickly, trying not to think about how arousing the idea of someone catching her naked in the middle of the resort would be, and made her way to the building the guide had pointed out as quickly as she could manage.

-o-o-o-

T’pol didn’t make it more than a few buildings before running into the person she most wanted to see at that moment. A giddy, perverted grin spread over her face as she staggered towards the oblivious form of Hoshi Sato. The young Japanese ensign was quietly inspecting the intricate carvings that lined the walls of the nearest building, sweet and supple and completely unaware of just how badly her friend craved her naked human flesh.

It was all T’pol could do to force her usual stoic façade before she reached her friend, wiping her mouth and vaguely smoothing down her messy hair before tapping Hoshi on the shoulder.

“Oh, T’pol!” Hoshi said with a start. “I thought you’d be with Captain Archer, I… er… are you alright?”

T’pol nodded, wide-eyed and not hiding her madness nearly as well as she thought she was. “Yes, Yes I’ve found something remarkable. Come, I want you to see!”

“T’pol? You’re… sweating?” Hoshi said nervously, wrinkling her nose as she realised just what a state her superior was in. “What happened to you?”

“Come, please.” T’pol said impatiently, grabbing Hoshi by the wrist and pulling her across the plaza to where the pods sat humming innocently.

“Ah, T’pol you’re hurting me!” Hoshi winced, struggling against the Vulcan’s steely grip. “Let go!”

“You need to see!” T’pol barked, grabbing the frightened human by the shirt and hauling her up into the air with a grunt. Hoshi squeaked as her friend brough her crashing down onto the soft, sweat-soaked mattress of T’pol’s pod, only to shriek as T’pol pounced on top of her.

“What are you doing? Get off me!” Hoshi yelled, doing her best to fight off the crazed Vulcan currently grinding herself against her thigh like a bitch in heat. “T’pol!” The ceiling of the pod snapped shut like a trap, leaving Hoshi pinned in the dark beneath her maddened friend.

“Computer! Full intensity! Longest setting you have!” T’pol cried out.

“User, your previous programme has only just finished, would you like to skip warmup routines?” the pod cooed.

Hoshi tried to scream only for T’pol to slap a hand over her mouth, “Yes!” she grinned, “Fuck us hard!”

“Confirmed, restraining occupants.”

Hoshi whined against T’pol’s palm, eyes wide as smooth metal tendrils locked around her wrists and ankles. There was a moment of silence followed by an ominous, growing humming sound, and suddenly the surface of pod exploded into colour and her ears were assaulted by sound.

Trapped beneath her naked, giggling commander, Hoshi Sato screamed as her mind melted away.

-o-o-o-

Everything was lips and tits and flesh and sweat. Hoshi gasped for breath, finally escaping from beneath T’pol’s fat Vulcan ass and desperately trying to suck up enough air before she dived back into her lover’s mound. A pair of slippery, spit-shined tits rubbed against her cheek as she panted and moaned, another crewmember she barely recognised gleefully presenting her rack for her to enjoy.

It seemed almost every woman aboard the Enterprise had been conjured up by the pod to join her and T’pol’s fun. Hoshi couldn’t remember any of their names, hell, she barely remembered her own anymore. All that mattered was making the pleasure go on forever.

T’pol groaned in protest as her cunt went un-pleasured, her own face buried between the thighs of one of the engineering crew. She wiggled her ass invitingly, unwilling to tear her tongue away from the thick black bush she was currently exploring, earning a sharp smack to a jiggling cheek in return from a security officer.

Hoshi whined, two separate hands exploring her pussy as she knelt and gasped for air, one cheek being smothered by one woman’s udders, the other being licked by an equally mind-broken figment. She shared a grateful kiss with the woman on her left, savouring the taste of a dozen women’s sweat, spit and quim before licking her lips and sucking on one of her fingers. There were so many bodies pressed in tight around her that she had no clue which or whose holes it had just been inside, but she couldn’t have cared less.

How long had it been since the orgy had begun? How long had it been since it was just her and T’pol, making out and exploring one another’s bodies in the mind-melting embrace of the pod? Questions like that had vanished quickly, along with her sanity. She didn’t question how the pod knew what she needed to feel to cum over and over again, or how it knew the faces and bodies of her fellow Enterprise crewmates. She didn’t care that all of her college crushes had joined into the fictional fuckfest, or that it seemed a fair few of T’pol’s Vulcan paramours had been swept up into the fray as well.

All that mattered was how fucking good she felt.

T’pol whined again and twerked her fat Vulcan ass, her cunt sopping between her wiggling cheeks. She grinned and licked her lips, grabbing her mate by the hips and burying her face in her ass. She vaguely heard T’pol’s moan of approval, muffled by the bodies writhing around her in ecstasy and the pussy currently smothering the Vulcan’s face.

She remembered thinking T’pol was beautiful before they’d been like they were now, whenever that had been. Now she got to spend every second of every day cumming her brains out with her. Clearly it was her reward for a life well lived.

-o-o-o-

“Occupants, ninth full-length programme has completed, do you wish to repeat?” The pod cooed at the two naked creatures lying in it’s embrace. “Warning, continued use may adversely affect cognitive processes and…”

“YES!” both T’pol and Hoshi howled before falling back into their kiss.

It had been days now, and the pair couldn’t move, let alone think. They lay beside one another, heads close enough that their lips and tongues could meet in increasingly clumsy and sloppy kisses. Hoshi’s hair tangled with T’pol’s as they snuggled together, sweat and spit smeared over both of them. Fantasies had overwhelmed both of their minds, endless orgies with fictional lovers and simulated duplicates of the whole Enterprise crew without shame or restraint. The times that the Pod shut off after a programme were now just occasional annoyances in between sessions that neither fully understood anymore.

The outside world was a distant memory now, so it was a strange surprise when their sky split apart and they were exposed to an oddly familiar blue sky and a concerned blonde-haired face.

The Risan guide swallowed nervously as the pair of missing officers mewed like animals up at her. She didn’t need to be a genius to realise the pair were broken beyond repair, or that Enterprise would be exceptionally angry to find them in this state.

She glanced over her shoulder and then looked back down at the pair of tight, toned bodies lying before her. T’pol’s fat womanly tits and broad hips, that fat Vulcan ass as delicious and round as a peach. Hoshi’s slender, nubile body, firm little tits and svelte, smooth hips. They’d be very popular with the guests she was certain.

“Um, sorry, there’s no sign of them by the pods.” She called into her comm device before closing the pod back up and returning the broken whores inside to their playtime.

How to treat your teacher.

One of the three poll stories you'll be getting this week. Would've been up yesterday if not for internet problems.

Twenty years after the fall of the First Order, Jedi Grandmaster Rey Skywalker takes advantage of her latest young padawan for a night of stress-release for him, and abuse for her.

 -o-o-o-

The soft hiss of the long blue grasses was like the rolling of the ocean, waves and waves of wind-blown blades rippling like water in a vast, flat plain. In the vast prairie, a simple domed building stood out, large and low, standing like a mountain the vast flatness that surrounded it.

On some nights the dome would be illuminated by the lights of many windows as the force-sensitive students of the academy enjoyed their evening. Tonight there was only one, near the bottom of the dome’s western edge, a single, lonely speck.

Kavyn Kavor let out a low sigh and turned away from the serenity of the scene beyond his window. It had been a few months since he’d come to the academy, and he was beginning to miss home. The excitement of learning about and honing his newfound abilities had begun to wear off and the melancholy of being stranded among strangers without any friendly faces to speak of was setting in.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were many other apprentices sharing the journey who were very pleasant, and of course the handful of masters teaching them, but no one he would call a friend per se. It was more the frustration of being isolated that was getting to him, the daily training, the endless lessons, and no chance for him to relax or unwind unless he was in his bed. It didn’t help that he was surrounded by lots of beautiful older girls, the kind that would never have noticed he existed if he hadn’t been forced into the same dome as them. He ached to get close to one of them, any of them, but he knew well enough he wouldn’t have a chance even if he did know what he was doing with them.

There was a soft chime and Kavyn frowned, opening the door to his room to reveal perhaps the person who best exemplified that problem.

Master Rey Skywalker looked down at him, clad in her usual robes and smiling brightly. “Hello Kavyn.” She said, bowing her head. “May I come in?”

“I… um, yes, master Skywalker.” Kavyn nodded nervously, standing out of her way and wincing at his untidy floor. “Is everything ok?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you.” Rey sighed, “You’re usually very enthusiastic during training, but I’ve noticed you’ve been quiet lately.”

Kavyn swallowed and glanced at the mirror hanging on his wall. He wasn’t very impressive physically, a thin, small boy with dark ruddy skin and short blunt horns growing from his head. He wasn’t the only Zabrak in the academy by a long shot and compared to them, he always felt like a poor example of their species. The runt of the litter.

Rey Skywalker, on the other hand, was a curvaceous and stunningly beautiful woman. It had been some twenty years since the fall of the First Order, and whilst she’d been lovely then, the years had been exceedingly kind to her. Beneath her tan robes and leather belts, Rey’s body was soft in all the best places, with fat, firm breasts and broad baby-bearing hips. Since becoming the grandmaster of the only force-sensitive academy in the galaxy, Rey had experienced quite the change in lifestyle from a desert-rat and rebel starving and scavenging for meals, now at forty years old, her body had blossomed from a slender beauty to a voluptuous milf.

“I’ve just been… homesick, a little.” Kavyn admitted reluctantly, watching as Rey perched herself on his messy bed.

“Lonely.” Rey smiled sadly. “I understand.”

“It’s alright… I’ll focus myself; I promise.” Kavyn said, “I won’t let you down.”

“Kavyn.” Rey tutted sternly. “Don’t you remember what we covered in History class?”

“Um… yes?” Kavyn nodded uncertainly, not seeing exactly why that was relevant.

“The Jedi order forbade all attachment; every aspect of their lives was tightly controlled.” Rey explained anyway. “They fell because their members were cut off from the galaxy and from themselves, emotion, connection, it was all sacrificed for strength. Their choice to bind themselves so tightly made it all too easy for one to snap, and for the entire system to become extinct. That’s why I teach all aspects of the force, the only path to the future is through balancing the light and the dark, the spiritual… and the physical…”

“I don’t…”

“If you’re lonely, Kavyn… you only have to ask for company.” Rey purred.

Kavyn blushed darkly, swallowing as Rey moved onto her knees and smiled at him. “I am your master, you’re my padawan, it’s my duty to take care of you.”

“Um… yeah.” Kavyn nodded, eyes widening as Rey slipped her robes from her shoulder, revealing only a tight leather strap covering her upper body, squeezing her buxom chest snug and a tiny pair of black panties clinging to her hips.

“Would you like to spend the night with me, Kavyn?” Rey asked softly.

Kavyn could only nod as Rey stroked her palms up her body and tugged on the belt with her thumbs, making each of her plump breasts jiggle and quake. The dark-haired woman grinned and slipped the belt downwards, slowly revealing the dark pink of her nipples before her fat tits fell freely over the belt’s leather.

“I’ve been lonely too, Kavyn.” Rey crooned, pressing her breasts between her forearms and biting her lip. “And as your master, it’s your duty to take care of me too, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good boy.” Rey giggled, rolling back and raising her legs. Kavyn groaned as Rey plump heart-shaped rear was shown off, her shapely legs reaching upwards to the ceiling before spreading wide. He could see the valley of Rey’s cunt through her panties as she stroked her thighs and sighed lustfully, growing more and more aware of just how hard he was getting as Rey continued her little striptease.

Rey’s panties slipped up her legs with a simple wave of a hand, flicking off her toe with a well-measured kick and landing over Kavyn’s shoulder. The last Jedi let out a delighted giggle and stroked her sopping petals with one hand, beckoning sultrily with her other to the stunned padawan standing at the foot of the bed.

“M… master Skywalker…”

“Hmm, you don’t have to call me that when we’re like this, honey.” Rey cooed, helping him strip off his shirt as he knelt between her thick thighs. “We’re more than just master and padawan here.”

“Wh… what should I call you then?” Kavyn frowned, feeling hot even with the cool night air blowing over his naked body.

Rey leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you like.”

Kavyn groaned wordlessly against her mouth and pressed forwards, clambering on top of Rey as the older woman lay back with a purr. It was his first time with a woman, and he’d almost hoped that his substantial fantasising about the matter would have given him a better idea about just what the hell to do. Instead, he found himself sitting on Rey’s stomach with his palms mashing into her fat, squishy udders and moaning into her mouth.

Rey didn’t seem to mind, her hands caressing his slender back as he ground his throbbing erection against her stomach. She laughed as he finally released her from the kiss and bit her lip. “Eager?”

“Y… yeah?” he managed to croak, still rubbing his cock against her belly.

“Come here, let’s do this right.” Rey cooed, grabbing him by the rear and pulling him closer, over her breasts, so that her head was between his thighs. She purred again as his pole fell over her face, drinking in the scent of his excitement and the throbbing warmth of his flesh over her cheek. “I thought you’d be big; the shy ones always are.”

“M… master.” Kavyn whined as Rey blew teasingly over his shaft.

“Take my hair down.” Rey interrupted sternly, using the same tone she used when training him in proper combat technique. Kavyn shivered as he reached for her scalp, he’d never be able to hold his lightsaber again without thinking of Rey’s blushing, sultry face nuzzling his cock.

With trembling hands, he tugged his master’s hair free of it’s three buns and looked down at her for guidance, only to gasp as her lips wrapped around his shaft. “Mmm, good boy.” Rey crooned, “Now take two nice big handfuls.”

“Uh, yes master.” Kavyn nodded, gingerly winding two fistfuls of his master’s glossy black hair around his fingers. “What now?”

“Use me.” Rey sighed lustfully, opening her mouth wide and extending her tongue. Kavyn’s eyes widened as he saw the deep wet cavern of Rey’s mouth just waiting to be filled, that wet pink tongue wiggling invitingly, those plush lips just begging to kiss his flesh.

Taking a deep breath, he squeezed down on Rey’s hair a little tighter and pushed forwards. Inch by inch his cock slipped down Rey’s throat, immediately being slathered by her tongue and massaged by her inner cheeks as she sucked hungrily. The sensations were fantastic, and overwhelming, it wasn’t long until Kavyn was desperately bucking his hips against his master’s pretty face.

“Ohhh goddds.” He cried as he bottomed out in Rey’s throat yet again, clutching her hair tightly and using it as reigns to yank her face tight against his thrusts. His usually prim and pristine master’s face was red and wet with her own spit, her eyes half-closed and rattling around her head with every jerking thrust of her young lover against her gullet. “Master!”

Rey was lost in a pleasure coma of her own making, her hands limp at her sides and her toes curling as her newest boytoy rammed himself into her with all the primal violence she’d come to crave. He wasn’t the first apprentice she’d seduced by a long shot, but so far he was by far the best. She supposed twenty years of secretly grooming her students to find those with the biggest, fattest cocks and the will to use them had honed her ability to pick out a good mate.

All of Kavyn’s frustration was coming pouring out in the form of feral, violent lust, slamming his cock deep into his master’s sopping throat, tearing her hair out by the roots, squeezing her skull between his thighs as he pounded and pounded her warm, wet mouth.

She had always been a glutton for punishment, and her students so often had no experience in measuring themselves when they got excited. Any other lover might agree to her desires of being treated roughly, but they would always know their own strength, always know how much force was too much. Her boys? Not so much. They used her however they wanted, however they needed, because years of pent-up frustration was being given the perfect outlet. They would fuck her, choke her, squeeze her, bite her, beat her, do whatever the wanted and whatever they needed to finally blow off the steam that had been building inside them, and Rey would take it all until she was a battered, cummy mess.

“Gluh.” Rey gurgled as Kavyn finally pulled back and splattered her face from cheek to forehead with the thick white load she’d been craving for weeks. “Huah… ghood… bohy.”

“Master, are you alright?” Kavyn gasped, looking down and suddenly recognising what an utter mess he’d made of his teacher.

“Never better.” Rey smiled, licking her lips and sighing with contentment. “You’ll have to fuck me harder than that to hurt me.”

“I… I got carried away.” Kavyn stammered, shuffling back and moving to the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry.”

Rey sighed and wiped the running mascara from her cheeks, clearly dear, sweet Kavyn was going to need a little more… encouragement. She flashed a red-faced smile and rolled onto her front. “It’s alright, Daddy…” she poured all of her seduction and suggestion into the last word, pushing her fat, quivering ass up and giving it a wiggle. She could almost feel Kavyn’s eyes following her cheeks as they bounced and jiggled with just the tiniest of movements, a fat, fertile peach just aching to be put to good use. “I know how you can make it up to me.”

In an instant, Kavyn had mounted Rey again, his slender hands sinking into the depraved master’s wobbling assmeat tight enough to bruise and his fat, spit-soaked cock ramming against the hairy mound of his master’s cunt.

Rey whined through her nose as Kavyn set to work relieving his frustrations on her pussy, yanking on her hair painfully.

“That’s it Daddy… let it all out.” She grinned, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Lexdoll Production Tour

After successfully transforming both Supergirl and Power Girl into her mindless bimbo super-slaves, Lena Luthor sets her sights on conquest! Not content with destroying the woman who broke her heart, Lena vows to hunt down every one of her former friends and convert them into identical copies of her faithful new fuckpets, before unleashing them on the world and destroying the legacy of Supergirl once and for all.

Mad with power, Lena Luthor shows off the phases of conversion to her right-hand women, delighting in the horrified pleading of Maggie Sawyer, the broken crying of Nia Nal, the howls of rage from Kelly Olsen, and the braindead giggles of a fully converted Alex Danvers.

This piece was made by the wonderful Loreleia to go along with a sequel to Supersluts, please check her work out!

Sauna Secrets

After running herself ragged trying to keep Deep Space Nine in one piece, Kira is in dire need of a break and takes up Dax's offer of a girls night in the Holosuites. After going through a relaxing spa programme, Kira finds herself naked and sweaty with Dax in the sauna and can't help but wonder if her friend might have had an ulterior motive for inviting her.

This piece was made by the wonderful Loreleia because I've been on a real DS9 kick lately and goddamn these two are the best.

Corrupted Companions

With the Thirteenth Doctor's inevitable fall into depravity, she takes all of her friends, new and old, down with her. Made concubines of an ancient, powerful, and familiar evil, the former companions of the doctor become little more than selfish, greedy sluts, willing to put the entire universe at stake for the sake of their craving for sex and sin.

From left to right: 

Clara Oswald, Madame Vastra, Jenny Flint, Yasmin Khan, ?, The Doctor, Rose Tyler, Amy Pond, Bill Potts, Donna Noble, Martha Jones.

This piece was made by the fantastic SoCarter to show a potential future of the Girls Night storyline.

An Important Update.

Hello all,

Some of you will have noticed the more erratic posting schedule of late and I'd like to take the time to explain both it and why I'll be taking a break from now until next month.

First of all, the pandemic is a bitch. We're all tired and sad and frustrated, and that makes being creative ten times harder than it normally is.

If that were all, I'd like to think that I'd still be able to keep my normal posting schedule and keep my commission deadlines, but unfortunately that hasn't been the case. On top of the usual familial bullshit and technical issues, I've also been having to work longer hours to pay my bills and take time out to look after my partner and her family.

At the moment, I'm essentially working three full time jobs between work, home and this, and sadly my writings will have to be the thing I sacrifice for now to keep the others afloat.

I will be taking the next month off from writing, and returning mid-June with all three of the Poll stories due. From there all should be going back to normal. 

For those of you with commissioned stories pending, every commission WILL be written, I have a list of every project and their details and they will all be finished as soon as I am able, but there will be an unfortunate delay. If you have questions or concerns, drop me a line and we can talk specifics.

During my break from writing I will be continuing to post art on this page from commissions in my backlog and new projects being worked on as we speak. Today's line-up is an example of some of the projects I've got sitting in the old files, so I hope you enjoy them and stick around to see the new pics as there's some really great stuff to come.

Thank you all for your understand and for your support at every level, I hope to see you all again in June!

Bluewing.

The Omega Effect. Samara. Part Five.

"Mlah." Samara groaned as her tongue slipped from her roommate's asshole, smeared with spit and sperm that quickly dissapeared into the shattered Justicar's greedy maw. "Sho yummy!"

"More where tha' came frum." the battle-scarred Krogan the pair were currently servicing grunted, smacking her in the nose with his monstrous dick. The last of his second load oozed over Samara's cheek and she quivered with delight, quickly scooping up his massive shaft and slathering it with her tongue.

Life was so much easier now she'd given up hope and dignity, and so much happier to boot.

She'd gotten used to being gangraped in alleyways and twerking her ass on Vorcha cocks now. The high of red sand and the sting of a needle were as familiar to her now as the tastes of every sentient species' spunk on her tongue. It had taken a while, but she'd finally realised just how silly she'd been the past few months and learned the lesson Omega had been teaching her.

Thinking was bad.

Thinking about things led to worrying about things, which led to feeling sad and scared and horrified at the twisted sexdoll she'd allowed herself to become.

Once she'd stopped thinking, she'd stopped worrying about what she'd been made into. She'd stopped worrying about escape, or her friends, or her life outside of Omega. She'd stopped worrying about looking like a slut, or getting hurt, or any of the other risks her new career came with.

All she had to do was smile and giggle and not ever, ever think about how far she'd fallen ever again.

As the krogan jammed his cock down her throat Samara's titanic plastic udders jiggled and heaved with her struggling breaths. Her two bloodshot blue eyes stared vaguely into space, vacant and content.

Samara the Justicar was dead, but that was ok, Samara the streetwalker was just fine with her new life.

This piece was made by the wonderful Mavruda as the last of five parts!

Bigger On The Inside

The Doctor explores her new body with the aid of a former companion's box of toys, discovering that it's not just the Tardis that's bigger on the inside! She has to wonder how Amy managed to take these titanic toys, perhaps a visit to an old friend is in order?

This piece was done by the marvellous BecSantus.

An Admiral's Appreciation

Admiral Shala'Raan Vas Tonbay invites Shepard to her quarters for a very special reward after the liberation of Rannoch. She hasn't quite got the hand of these human 'emojis' yet, but she thinks the message will get across just fine...

This piece was made by the excellent BecSantus.

The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Nine.

A commission from AshenGray.

Aisshaee is visited by the queen of another colony, and as is tradition shares Arruk with her as they discuss their business.

-o-o-o-

Arruk hummed happily and looked up at her queen. Aisshaee was lounging on her throne, regal and severe. Her gorgeous body was loosely draped in silvery, iridescent robes and a tiara woven out of young green vines was nestled in her dark green curls. Even compared to how beautiful Arruk always thought she was, today she was positively radiant.

Arruk herself was looking good too, certainly more than she usually would at this point in the day. She’d been bathed in the lake, perfumed and pampered, her hair braided with golden flowers. There wasn’t so much as a droplet of dryad sperm on her emerald flesh or the tiniest cut on her body. Her belly was truly massive today, a sure sign that her queen’s children would soon be slipping out of whatever was left of her physical body.

She patted herself and sighed, eagerly anticipating the crashing orgasms that always accompanied her little seedlings.

“What are we waiting for, my queen?” she asked, one hand on her belly, the other wound around her mistress’ calf. “Will your subjects be saying hello?”

Aisshaee chuckled and tousled her hair. “I wouldn’t have you all made up if the girls were just coming to pay their respects.” She smiled as Arruk peppered her hand with kisses. “We have a much more important guest today, my sweet, and I want you on best behaviour, understand?”

“Always your majesty!” Arruk nodded emphatically. “I’m a good girl!”

“Of course you are.” The queen hummed. “And I expect you’ll be richly rewarded for that soon enough.”

The doors to the throne room swung open and a familiar young dryad scampered in. Cheeeil didn’t look a day older than when she’d first rammed her cock down Arruk’s throat, still as spritely and as mischievous as always. “The Envoys are here your majesty!” she beamed, skipping up to the throne and perching herself on Aisshaee’s knee. “Their queen’s super hot.” She whispered conspiratorially.

“Hm, that’s always a plus, I suppose.” Aisshaee sighed. “Let’s hope this one goes better than the last.”

“What’s going on?” Arruk pouted.

“We’re having guests.” Aisshaee said without much enthusiasm.

“Another Queen is coming to see her majesty.” Cheeeil beamed, slipping of her queen’s knee and straddling Arruk’s shoulder.

“a… nuver… queen?” Arruk asked, trying her best to focus whilst Cheeeil rubbed her cock against her cheek.

“Every colony has a queen.” Aisshaee explained, smirking as Arruk gurgled on Cheeeil’s balls. “When a dryad grows up she leaves her mother’s tree and wanders the world before setting down her own roots.”

“Sometimes queens come meet one another and talk.” Cheeeil added.

“Very occasionally.” Aisshaee sighed. “Monarchs tend not to get along so well, but in times when a Colony is in danger or a Queen is in need of something, she may leave her tree and meet with another.”

“Which quite often ends in tears.” A new voice said, low and husky and thickly accented. All three women turned to see the queen in question, flanked by two of her own guards and two of Aisshaee’s. “I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”

Arruk’s brows rose as she peered around Cheeeil to look at the new queen. She was tall and beautiful just like Aisshaee, with powerful legs and magnificently broad hips. Unlike Aisshaee she was quite small-chested, the curve of her bosom subtle and elegant, but the differences didn’t end there.

Unlike the deep green of Aisshaee’s skin, this queen’s flesh was a lighter olive hue. Her hair was cut almost to the roots, a pale green crop of fresh green shoots that could be seen underneath the queen’s crown, a twisted circlet or bark and reeds with a veil of thick, broad-leafed water weeds. Her eyes glowed a warm yellow as she observed the trio before her.

“Your majesty.” She smiled, bowing her head. “Thank you for allowing me to visit your court.”

Aisshaee stood and smiled back. “It was only polite.”

The new queen raised a brow and walked forwards, meeting Aisshaee halfway and beginning to admire her. Arruk pursed her lips, watching as the two queens circled one another, taking in every inch of flesh and fabric. “My name is Allishaaee.” The new queen hummed. “Queen of the Shhilshiana colony.”

“In the marshlands?” Aisshaee hummed. “Not the most pleasant of places to set your roots.”

“It’s quiet.” Allishaaee smiled. “My tree stands at the edge of lagoon with the most charming view of the mountains. The nights are clear so I may stargaze, and the soil is fertile so my daughters may thrive. Few wander deep enough to find us, we are safe and happy.”

“I am Aisshaee, Queen of the Chishhii Colony.” Aisshaee hummed. “Welcome, sister.”

“A lovely location, to be sure.” Allishaaee grinned. “A little close to the mountain orcs for my tastes, but I can see you enjoy having them close to hand.”

Aisshaee snapped her fingers and Arruk obediently waddled to her side. “This is Arruk, my court-mare.”

Allishaaee smiled down at the pregnant orc before drawing her hand to a pendant hanging about her neck. She tapped the clear glass and drew a stream of water from inside it. The water whirled and fell to the ground with a splash, bouncing back upwards and taking the form of a girl.

She was pretty and plump, short in stature but broad-hipped and fat-titted. Her body was transparent, made from water itself, swirling and roiling within her shape.

“This is Whuul, my court-mare.” She said, patting the naiad’s watery rump. “Whuul, be a good girl and please our host, won’t you?”

“Yesss , mihstressss.” Whuul breathed, her voice soft and distant. She sank to her knees and slid forwards, opening her lips and squeezing her bust between her forearms. “Use me… your majesty.”

Aisshaee raised her brows and took hold of the Naiad’s head cautiously. Once she was certain her hands wouldn’t slip through the girl’s form, she shrugged her robes off her shoulder and pressed her cock down the watery girl’s throat.

“Arruk, show our guest your skills.” She grunted, biting her lip as Whuul’s throat began to swirl around her cock, milking her like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

Arruk giggled and scurried to Allishaaee’s knees, batting her lashes up at the newcomer who spread her robes to reveal her cock. It was thick and fat and throbbing already, not quite as nice as Aisshaee’s but far from the worst dryad dick she’d had the pleasure of getting stuffed full of. She gave it a soft kiss before wetting her tongue and beginning to slather the fat green pole.

“You’re nice and big.” She cooed softly, patting herself on the cheek with the dryad’s cock. “and so pretty.”

Allishaaee chuckled. “My, aren’t you well trained?” she reached down and coiled a few braids around her fist, tugging Arruk tight against her base. “I’ll admit I’m not overly fond of orcs, but you are just the sweetest slab of meat I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you!” Arruk beamed before opening her mouth and engulfing her pole. Allishaaee groaned as Arruk lips vacuum-sealed around her shaft and her rough green tongue massaged her flesh. Arruk moaned and batted her lashes, wanting to impress this new queen and show off how well Aisshaee had trained her. She bobbed gently, resisting her urge to just inhale dryad dick and focussing on her technique instead. She swirled her tongue, sliding herself back and forth with the firm guidance of Allishaaee’s fist around her hair.

Behind her, she could hear the wet gurgles coming from Whuul as she was face-fucked by her own dryad queen. Arruk felt a sudden flush of jealousy come over her. As far as she was concerned, she was the only stupid broodwhore her queen needed around, all of her holes had been perfectly moulded to please her dearest owner, and now some new skank was daring to try and please the cock she’d dedicated her life to serving?

She turned to scowl at Whuul, Allishaaee’s cock pressing against the inside of her cheek. The chubby water-bitch was slurping along Aisshaee’s dick, knelt on the floor with her tits squeezed between her forearms and her eyes peacefully shut.

“Hm, your pet has a jealous streak, your majesty.” Allishaaee sighed.

“Well, she is our only breeder.” Aisshaee smiled, “I suppose she’s grown used to being the centre of my attention.”

“Perhaps if you’ll allow, she may find herself with new sisters.” Allishaaee said softly, “I would be glad to teach her how to share.”

“You speak as if you’ll be spending some time here?” Aisshaee frowned, arching a brow.

“I would, if you would take my hand in marriage?”

Arruk choked in surprise, eyes watering and spit oozing from her lips as she pulled away from Allishaaee’s cock, wheezing for breath.

“Marriage?” Aisshaee repeated, “You want to join or colonies? Why?”

“Our colony is small and secluded, to tell you the truth I am growing lonely with no one but my daughters and the marsh naiads for company.” Allishaaee sighed, tenderly wiping Arruk’s face clean and bending her over. She rubbed her cock between the mewing orc’s thighs before driving herself inside her. “My daughters told me of this colony. How it’s queen was powerful and beautiful. I see they were not exaggerating.”

“Flattery isn’t going to help convince me.”

“Of course not.” Allishaaee sighed, ramming her hips forwards into Arruk’s fleshy rear. “But I would be honoured to bind our colonies together. Your boldness intrigues me, and I am happy to offer you whatever you desire in return for the imposition.”

“Such as?” Aisshaee smiled, biting her lip as a plume of golden sperm sprayed into Whuul’s throat, the thick sticky liquid dissolving into the naiad’s essence.

“My colony shares it’s land with a shoal of naiads such as Whuul. I’d be happy to offer them to you and your kin.” Allishaaee shrugged. “And… myself, if you would like. It’s been so long since I’ve shared my bed with one who knows my needs.”

“And in return?”

“Your company is all I truly desire.” Allishaaee admitted, oddly shy for someone currently pounding into a fat green bubble-butt and using Arruk’s hair as reigns. “But if you would agree to watch over our lands as well as your own, I would be truly grateful.”

Aisshaee was quiet for a while, the only sounds being the moaning whimpers of Arruk as she smacked her ass back against Allishaaee and the soft watery splashes of Whuul’s cunt as Aisshaee lifted her from the ground and used her like a cheap toy.

After minutes of passionate fucking, the pair had drawn close enough that Arruk and Whuul were mashed together as they were used. Both mares were on their elbows, legs straight and backs arched so their plump rears could be easily pounded. Jealousy had vanished from Arruk’s mind, and she happily kissed the watery mouth of her fellow whore as her guts were filled with yet more syrupy sperm.

She was so entranced that when she and Whuul were dropped to the floor it came as quite the shock. She whined and rolled onto her back, pouting up at the queens as they drew close.
“H… have you decided yet, Your majesty?” Allishaaee asked quietly.

Aisshaee smiled and took Allishaaee by the cheek, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

“You lack the ego of other queens who have come to me.” she hummed. “In fact, you’re rather sweet.”

Allishaaee’s cheeks blushed a dark green. “It’s been a long time since anyone called me that.”

“Well seeing as you’ll be sharing my bed from now on, you had best get used to it… my queen.”

Allishaaee purred and kissed her again. “I suppose I had better, my queen.” She whispered, before looking down at Arruk. “Shall we celebrate?”

Aisshaee grinned, “I think we shall.”

Arruk beamed excitedly up at the two queens standing over her and obediently spread her legs.

Queens of Afterlife. Part Three: Crystal

Once a brilliant and talented archaeologist, Liara T'soni's life was changed forever when she met Commander Shepard. But when Shepard was killed Liara's life changed once again, setting her on a path to Omega, and Afterlife. Punished for trying to 'rescue' the resurrected Commander, Liara was made the third in Aria T'Loak's growing stable of mindless bimbo fuckdolls. Joining Candy and Cindy in Afterlife's spotlight, Crystal quickly got a reputation of being an even bigger slut, and an even bigger idiot, than either of her two partners. Barely able to pronounce her own name, Crystal is happy to do whatever 'Miss Aria' tells her, no matter how depraved...

The third of the five corrupted asari bimbos of my story Slaves of Omega drawn by the excellent BecSantus.

The Omega Effect. Samara. Part Four.

"Whatcha mean you ain't a whore?" Samara's roommate had scowled, swiping away the thin sheen of glowing red powder that covered her nose and upper lip. "You're goin out ta fuck people for money, ain't ya?"

"It's... it's different." Samara had winced, backing away as her 'friend' staggered to her feet, inflated bosom slick with sweat and nine-inch platform stilettos clacking on the floor as she struggled to remain upright. "I didn't mean to offend, I just meant that..."

"Howz it fucking different?" her roommate sneered. "What, you think bouncing your fat ass on some krogan dick don't count cos you'd rather be sunning on some beach back home?"

"No I… this, this is your life." Samara sighed reluctantly, "But i am just doing what I must to escape, that's all."

"It's my life." her roommate snorted, wobbling slightly in place and almost losing her balance. Samara wanted to reach out to steady her, but frankly as her roommate was still wearing the rewards of a four-person cumbath, she was reluctant to even stand within dripping range. 

All she had wanted was to ask her not to keep stealing from her shuttle fare savings, not to cause an argument, but it seemed her friend was in an oddly coherent state this evening.

"Bitch, I was a fucking teacher, I came here to help people, to lift them outta poverty, to make a change for the better. You think I wanted to be like this? I did what I hadda do to survive, same as you. Only difference between us is you're still tryna deny what you've become."

With a sniff and another wobble, she pressed close, her plastic tits mashing against Samara's equally implanted chest as she leant forwards. Samara swallowed, feeling cold seed smear over her naked skin, smelling the thick, stale stench that was pouring off her roommate's sullied flesh. 

"If you ain't a whore, don't go out tonight. Don't suck no dicks, don't fuck no men, go do some fuckin' justicar business instead and see what it gets you."

Her words still rang in Samara's ears as she followed her first customer into her favourite alley just an hour later. The knowledge that her friend had once been like her wasn't a surprise, but it still stung to know for sure. What was worse that despite being a spunk-smeared, drug-addled wreck of a woman, she was absolutely right.

The wetness between Samara's thighs as she walked down her usual alley only made her feel worse. Her azure was practically throbbing with eagerness, greedy for another feast of filthy alien sperm. Her nipples were as hard as stone, naked in the breeze, tingling and aching to be licked, pinched and chewed on.

She was a whore, there was no denying it, no deluding herself anymore. As she braced herself against the alley wall and felt the stinking Vorcha who'd bought her azure force his way inside her, she let out a whimper of despair.

She'd always looked down on women who sold their bodies, sneering with smug superiority at people forced to to whatever they had to to survive. All her sanctimonious holier-than-though attitudes were all a big joke now.

She was a whore, and secretly she loved it. She could have stopped, she could have found another way, but maybe deep down she'd craved to be proved a hypocrite. As she moaned and smacked her ass back against the vorcha, she began to giggle.

She wasn't better than anyone, really. she was the bottom of the food chain, a piece of meat to be used and abused freely. Not out of desperation, or from a lack of choice, but because this was what she had always been deep down...

A whore.

This piece was made by the wonderful Mavruda as the fourth of five parts

(Commission) I can make you Quake.

A commission featuring Agent Daisy Johnson AKA Quake, who runs afoul of an Inhuman who can inflict pleasure or pain with only her mind.

-o-o-o-

One of the first things SHIELD drilled into its agents, was that no matter how well-trained, well studied, well-armed or well-informed an agent was, the most important thing they could be was adaptable.

You could walk into a nest of Hydra agents in Paris, Portsmouth or Philadelphia with all the prep-time in the world, the names of every enemy inside and the newest gadgets the tech-farms just produced, but if you weren’t ready for your well-planned op to go sideways, all of that meant squat.

It was something Coulson had been sure to get into the heads of everyone who worked for him once he’d become director, and it was something Daisy Johnson had never appreciated quiet so much before.

The mission had been a simple one, nothing she hadn’t done a dozen times before, approach a target, extract the intel, get out. The target was Elizabet van Dijk, a Dutch heiress with deep pockets and a suspiciously empty background. Her education was all private tutors, so no paper trail there. Her money was all inherited, so no business ties either. She had no criminal record, not so much as a parking ticket. So when she’d come up as a contact in a stolen Hydra database, it had raised several brows.

Van Dijk ran the club circuit in San Francisco along with all the local rich, privileged kids with too much money to know what to do with. She played the part well, dancing and drinking and flirting her way across the city, but Daisy had been watching her the past week, and she knew it was all an act.

Elizabet was one hell of an actress, but when she drank, it was never to excess, only for show. When she stopped dancing and talking and flirting, she sat at the bar and watched the crowds like a predator. Her eyes were black and cold and calculating like a shark, and even when she flashed a charming smile, she looked like she was picking out targets.

Daisy had been sitting in a dark little booth at the very corner of the club, squeezed into a purple dress that was probably a little too on the revealing side. She’d bugged Elizabet before even entering the club, kept an eye out for any other Hydra agents or recognisable faces from the criminal underworld, playing her part of tipsy rich girl almost as well as Van Dijk herself.

Everything had been going perfectly, until Van Dijk had made eye contact, winked, and curled an inviting finger towards her.

Now Daisy found herself sat beside a possible Hydra contact, smiling through her teeth and really hoping her improv skills were up to scratch.

It didn’t help that almost everything about Elizabet was seemingly designed to make her self-conscious. Oh, Daisy was beautiful, with honey-gold hair and a toned athletic body, but Elizabet was almost unnaturally gorgeous. She was tall, but not skinny, with long shapely legs and strong, powerful arms. Her skin was pale and her hair was platinum gold, her eyes were a brown so dark they were almost black. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, painted a deep red that made them impossible to ignore.

Her body was snug in a silver dress that reached to just above her knees, low cut enough that the deep, welcoming chasm of Elizabet’s cleavage was on full display. She wore no jewellery, except for a simple golden chain clasped around her neck.

She might have been the most terrifyingly beautiful woman Daisy had ever seen, which wasn’t making her job any easier.

“So, must I buy you another drink before you tell me your name?” Elizabet asked, her accent was soft and rolled off her tongue, her voice low and husky. Daisy shifted nervously in her seat and brushed some hair behind her ear, her own restlessness playing into her cover.

“Kate.” She smiled, “Kate Yates.”

Elizabet laughed. “Ah, I imagine that was fun growing up.”

Daisy winced, wishing she’d chosen a better name. “Yeah… yeah I never really forgave my parents for that one.”

“My name is Elizabet.” Elizabet purred, taking her hand and squeezing. “Elizabet van Dijk, it’s a pleasure to meet you, miss Yates.”

“Um, pleasure’s all mine.” Daisy smiled, feeling herself flush under the blonde’s piercing gaze. “I’m a little new to town, I didn’t expect to find a place I liked as much as this so quickly.”

“It’s a nice club.” Elizabet grinned, sipping her drink, “But I find it’s the company that really makes it shine. Lucky for me you decided to come.”

Daisy laughed nervously and shifted in her seat. “You’re quite a flirt.”

Elizabet shrugged. “I know what I like, and I know how to get it.”

That set of all kinds of alarm bells for Daisy, but she only smiled and drank, taking some comfort from the cool weight of the knife snug against her thigh. She would have preferred a gun, but there was no way she would have been able to hide something that big under the tiny dress. She resisted the nagging voice in her head telling her to signal her backup and wrap up the mission there and then, Elizabet was clearly trouble, but she didn’t have any of the evidence she needed to make an arrest, let alone prove a tie to Hydra.

She cleared her throat and flashed a smile. “So, what do you do for a living? Or is your whole routine?”

Elizabet laughed, “Oh, you are new to this scene, aren’t you?”

Daisy felt herself blush, unreasonably embarrassed by being laughed at by a potential terrorist. “You can’t spend all your time here!” she said defensively.

“I don’t, that’s not what I was laughing at.” Elizabet chuckled, setting down her glass and stroking her hand through her hair. Daisy’s blush darkened and she scowled indignantly down at her lap. “I don’t do anything for a living, sweetie, I don’t have to, and neither does anyone else here. I have three billion Euro sitting in my accounts with more pouring in every day, why would I ever need to work? As far as I’m concerned, all my life needs to be is a good time.”

“Must be nice.”

Elizabet hummed and locked eyes with Daisy. “If you know how.”

“Wh… what does that mean?” Daisy stammered, feeling her cheeks begin to burn again.

“It means I know how to have a good time, obviously.” Elizabet chuckled, not breaking eye contact, “More to the point, I think you don’t… and I’d love to give you a lesson.”

Daisy was uncomfortably hot and tugged at the neckline of her dress. “I… uh… I barely know you.”

“First part of the lesson is this, nothing matters except you.” Elizabet sighed, shifting her seat closer so that they were practically sitting in one another’s laps. Her knee brushed between Daisy’s and forced her legs to part. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” Daisy whispered, desperately resisting the urge to just blurt out her whole mission.

“Do you want to feel good?” Elizabet asked, tilting her head.

Daisy nodded breathlessly. What felt like a wave of warmth flowed over her and she whimpered, it was like standing in the sun on a warm summer day, hot, but gentle, like she could sit under the light for an eternity and be warmed, but never burn. She felt like she was glowing.

“Feeling good is all that matters, in the end.” Elizabet purred encouragingly, reaching out and cupping Daisy’s burning cheek. “People like you would say freedom is more important, my associates in Hydra would say order was. My father might have said power, my mother might have said money… but ultimately all of those answers are missing the point, it’s all about pleasure.”

Daisy gasped as another wave of glowing sensation rippled through her, curling her toes and sending shivers down her spine. “P… pleasure.”

“That’s right. If being free makes you feel good, then that’s what matters to you. If feeling safe, or having power, or having money gives you pleasure, then they are what you will strive for, but they are all a means to an end, and that end is simply, purely, pleasure.”

Daisy whimpered and reached out, dully aware that something was wrong. Her outstretched fingers brushed against Elizabet’s stomach and the taller woman smirked. “Easy, sweetheart, there’ll be time for that soon. I just need to know if you’ll be obedient first.”

“Obedient?” Daisy groaned, panting for breath.

“Obey me, and I’ll make you feel good.”

“N… no.”

The waves of throbbing warmth faded and Daisy gasped, aching and cold without their constant pleasurable presence. The discomfort was enough to give her the focus to use her powers, and with a gasp, she released a shockwave that send Elizabet tumbling through the air and against the wall of the bar.

There were gasps and shrieks from the other patrons of the club, but Daisy barely heard as she tipped forwards and fell out of her chair. She felt so cold and so heavy, just lifting her head was so hard… so much effort.

She whined as Elizabet grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her up onto her knees. “That was a mistake, Daisy Johnson.” She hissed through her teeth, “You can feel it can’t you? You know that was a bad decision.”

“Stop.” Daisy croaked. The ache was growing into true pain now, a gnawing hunger inside her screaming out for the pleasure to come back. It felt like she was being eaten alive from the inside out, every molecule of her body crying out in anguish. “Please.”

“Are you going to be good?”

Daisy nodded desperately, managing to haul her arms upwards just to cling to Elizabet’s forearm as she reached out to cup her cheek. “What… are you doing… to me?”

“It’s like I said.” Elizabet hummed softly. “Pleasure is all that matters. I’ll admit it’s not as flashy as lighting myself on fire or causing earthquakes with my mind, but being able to make other people feel good, or not, is quite handy.”

“You’re an inhuman?” Daisy whined. “Why are you working for Hydra?”

“I don’t work for anybody.” Elizabet tutted. “But they can be helpful from time to time. Now get up.” She rose and smoothed down her dress with a sigh. As Daisy struggled to her feet she brushed a few chips of plaster from her shoulder and flashed an apologetic smile to the bartender whose eyes glazed over immediately and returned to serving drinks. As soon as the agent had risen, the aching pain vanished with a pulse of warm, comforting pleasure and she sobbed with relief.

“See, being obedient feels good, doesn’t it?” Elizabet grinned, winding an arm around her waist and guiding her towards the door. “Why don’t you and I continue this conversation at my place, hm?”

All Daisy could do was obey, staggering alongside her captor out of the club and towards a sleek silver car. Every step sent a miniature shockwave of bliss rolling through her, each one making it easier for Daisy to stop trying to fight and just do what she was bid. By the time she fell into the back seat of the car and was ushered against the far door by Elizabet, the voice of resistance was barely more than a faint whisper in the back of her head.

“Why are you doing this?” she managed to ask as Elizabet waved for her driver to take her home.

“Clearly my associates in Hydra aren’t nearly as discrete as I was led to believe.” Elizabet sighed, “If SHIELD is investigating me, clearly someone slipped up, and seeing as I still have business that needs to be concluded with Hydra there’s not much I can do about it yet.”

“So… you… kidnap me.” Daisy groaned. “Force me to tell SHIELD you’re… innocent.”

Elizabet hummed. “Well, ‘force’ sounds rather unpleasant. I was thinking of asking nicely.”

“With your powers.”

“Naturally.” Elizabet purred, leaning close and sliding her hand over Daisy’s thigh. “I don’t control, just encourage. A little pleasure here, a little pain there… the decision is yours, but I can make it worth your while to help me.”

Her fingers brushed against the damp cotton clinging to Daisy’s womanhood making the breathless agent squirm. “I can make you feel good, give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. All I ask in return is for a little favour, is that so much?”

Daisy couldn’t muster the strength to respond, limp and powerless as Elizabet began to stroke up and down the cleft of her cunt, fingers pushing her panties aside before sinking deep inside her sopping hole. She moaned weakly, struggling to even lift her arms, let alone fight Elizabet off. The pleasure was sapping her strength, urging her to just sink into Elizabet’s arms. She didn’t know how much was Elizabet anymore, or how much was her own body surrendering of its own free will.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Elizabet cooed, “You haven’t felt this good in a long time, haven’t you?”

“Please…?” Daisy whispered “I can’t…”

“It’s a long journey back to my home, Hero. I can keep you edging until your mind melts.” Elizabet hummed, continuing to pump her index and middle finger into Daisy’s sopping cunt. With her spare hand, she neatly slid Daisy’s knife out of its sheath and sliced her dress apart at the front. With the purple fabric spread like the petals of a flower, Daisy’s trembling body was free to be tormented all the more by the cruel Dutch inhuman.

A hoarse sob of need echoed from Daisy’s throat as Elizabet locked her lips over her nipple and tugged on it with her teeth. The fingers inside her, the palm kneading her breast, the lips toying with her nipple, the raging tsunami of hormones boiling inside her… she was being driven out of her mind by pleasure, barely clinging onto her sanity in the hurricane of lust.

“Oh god.” Daisy whined; voice barely audible at all. Her eyes rolled and her toes curled, but her unwanted climax never came. For as bad as being made to feel so helpless and humiliating had been, being denied the final satisfaction was excruciating. Daisy howled and bucked her hips, her hands finally gaining enough strength to move, only to cling to Elizabet’s scalp and press her against her breast. “Don’t… stop!”

“I won’t let you cum until you promise to help me.” Elizabet said sternly, moving Daisy’s hands away like they were nothing and shifting so she was sat beside her. One arm looped around Daisy’s shoulders, the other redoubled it’s efforts fingerblasting the sopping mess that was the hero’s pussy. “It’s only fair… you do something for me, I do something for you… Wouldn’t you agree?”

Daisy sobbed, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks as she added her fingers to the mix, desperately rubbing at her clit whilst Elizabet curled her digits inside her. It was no use; all she was doing was making the longing worse. She was at the tip of satisfaction, standing on a razor’s edge, wishing she could just tip forwards and fall into bliss but being cruelly held back by…

By what?

She could barely remember anymore.

“It’s only fair.”

Elizabet’s soft, encouraging words echoed in her head and she moaned.

It took all her effort to turn her head, her mouth open in a desperate pant as she locked eyes with Elizabet. “Yes.” She croaked. “It’s… only fair.”

“I’m glad we agree.” Elizabet smiled, “Would you like to cum now?”

Daisy nodded emphatically, feeling like she was about to burst from frustration, and then she did. With a simple mental command, the floodgates burst both figuratively and literally, an ocean of quim sprayed from Daisy’s sopping cunt, soaking the back of the car entirely. Daisy’s scream of lust faded in her throat and she fell back into Elizabet’s arms, whimpering as the blonde continued to toy with her.

Clearly, Elizabet’s plans for her weren’t finished yet.

-o-o-o-

“Welcome.” Elizabet grinned, flicking on the lights and pushing Daisy through the doorway to her playroom. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Please.” Daisy whined, staggering forwards and bracing herself against a wide leather couch. With her naked ass wiggling and her hair matted to her face with sweat, she looked like a bitch in heat, but at that point she didn’t much care anymore. “I need… I need more. Don’t make me wait… please?”

Elizabet laughed and stroked a palm over her rump. “It’s lovely to see you so excited, sweetheart, but you’ll have to forgive me for my little predilections.” She gave Daisy a gentle smack on the ass and sighed, strolling past her towards the mirrored wall of the chamber. She slipped her dress’ straps from her shoulders and sent the sleek silver fabric fluttering to the ground.

Daisy whimpered at the sight of Elizabet’s naked body, watching as her new ‘friend’ sashayed across the soft carpeted floor, her sculpted ass bouncing and wiggling with every footstep. She looked so perfect, a pale statuesque angel striding through her domain like the queen that she was.

“Please.” She begged again. “Don’t tease me.”

“Ha!” Elizabet laughed sharply, turning back to where Daisy was struggling to stay upright. “Oh my little hero, you really should know better.” She reached up and slid the mirrored wall aside to reveal shelf after shelf of sextoys.

Daisy bit her lip and hauled herself onto the couch, panting for breath and caressing her needy cunt. She watched Elizabet peruse her collection with impatience, trying and failing to sate her own lust as her host kept her waiting.

By the time Elizabet finally stepped close and smiled down at her, Daisy was reaching the same frustrated peak she’d been tortured on in the car. Elizabet chuckled at the sight of the agent spreadeagled on her couch, one hand clutched over her heart, the other working hopefully at her slit.

“It sweet to see you still trying to satisfy yourself.” She tutted. “All that heroic optimism… thinking that maybe if you just fuck yourself hard enough you’ll be able to cum. All you need to do is ask and I’ll give you what you want.”

“B… but wh… what about when… you leave?” Daisy asked, letting Elizabet take her wrists and hold them up. “What happens to me?”

“You mean will you be able to cum?” Elizabet smiled, snapping a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. “Sure, it’ll take a little while for your body to readjust to my absence, but you’ll be back to normal eventually.”

She pushed Daisy roughly onto her back and grinned. “No one will be able to make you cum quite like I do though. But hey, you are always welcome to come back to me.”

“Please… just fuck me.” Daisy pleaded. “I don’t care anymore… please just make me cum again.”

“Hm, so needy.” Elizabet chuckled. “You’ll have to earn it.”

“Whatever you like, whatever it takes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Elizabet purred, patting her cheek. “Now lie on your back like a good girl.”

Daisy obeyed, whimpering as Elizabet casually manipulated her body before taking a seat on her face. “Make me cum, and I’ll take care of you, fair?”

“Mhhm.” Daisy moaned; the sound muffled by Elizabet’s thighs. She cautiously extended her tongue and gave Elizabet’s pussy a lick. Her fellow inhuman gasped at the pleasure and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her and encouraging her as she began to lap at the cunt.

Daisy hadn’t exactly had a lot of experience with other women, or any to be honest, but at this point she was willing to do anything so long as it resulted in getting her next fix of addicting pleasure.

Clinging to Elizabet’s hips, Daisy devoured her mistress with all the enthusiasm in the world. Her skill might have been lacking, but sometimes brute force was enough to get the job done. Soon enough Elizabet was groaning, her teeth biting into her lip, her fingers tightening on Daisy’s scalp. As Daisy’s tongue writhed inside her, she rewarded her pet hero with a fresh dose of dopamine to keep her happy. The pleasure she gave to her victims was addictive, usually that was enough for Elizabet, but she’d learned how to use her powers with a little more precision for all the more fun.

If she trained Daisy to experience pleasure when she obeyed, then obedience would become second nature.

“Good little hero.” She cooed, urging Daisy on and rolling her hips in time with her eager, clumsy lapping. “Serving your mistress feels good doesn’t it? Giving pleasure, receiving pleasure, it’s all the same to you… because pleasure is what you need, pleasure is the only thing that matters to you.”

Daisy moaned in agreement, her body awash with endorphins, all of them reinforcing her mistress’ words in her mind as the truth.

By the time Elizabet sighed with delight and rose from atop Daisy’s mouth, the inhuman hero was half-insane with all of the overwhelming new urges and cravings jostling for space in her mind. She grinned madly as Elizabeth smiled down at her, getting a fresh hit of bliss the second she laid eyes on her lover.

“I… did good?” she asked, sweat and quim slathered over her pretty face.

“Wonderful for your first time.” Elizabet nodded, raising her hand and showing off the thick, double-headed dildo she’d picked out. “Now, time for your reward.”

“Ahn!” Daisy groaned, desperately slapping her ass against Elizabet’s crotch mere moments later. “Yes… I… I can feel it!”

Elizabet grinned, biting her lip as Daisy’s desperate bouncing pressed the dildo into her own cunt. The agent’s tight round ass looked adorable as it wiggled against her, and the squeals she let out when Elizabet pulled on her hair were nothing less than delightful.

“Elizabet… harder… push it all the way inside!”

“Call me mistress, and I’ll do that and more.” Elizabet laughed, “I’ve been looking for a live-in submissive, and I just can’t get enough of your heroic little holes.”

Daisy didn’t even hesitate.

“Mistress! Fuck me mistress! Make me yours!” she howled with obedient bliss. “I’ll be your pet hero! Your personal submissive slut… just make me cum and I’ll be a good girl for youuuuuu!”

Elizabet laughed, and obliged.

This looked like the beginning of a beautiful partnership.

-o-o-o-

“What did you learn from van Dijk?” Agent Melinda May asked, her usual scowl taking on a hint of suspicion as Daisy’s cheeks flushed. She’d trained Daisy from day one, helped mould her into the agent she was today, she knew the girl’s every tick and tell, but blushing was a new one.

“Nothing, she’s clean.” Daisy said quickly, brushing some hair behind her ear.

May’s eyes narrowed. “Did you decide that before or after you slept with her?”

Daisy’s blush grew into a full red face. “I… I didn’t…” she saw May’s scowl take on an unimpressed touch and sighed. “She’s innocent, no contacts with Hydra, nothing criminal at all. I made sure, looked through everything.”

“And yet…”

“She was nice, alright?” Daisy snapped, “I did my job, I checked her out, but she invited me for a drink, and I played along. It’s nothing you haven’t done.”

May pursed her lips. “I’ve never pined away after my marks after the mission. Your business with her is done, Daisy, leave it in the past.”

Daisy grunted and snapped her laptop closed. “There’s nothing in the rules about dating, and frankly it’s none of your business.”

“Dating a former target never ends well.”

“I didn’t ask for your advice.” Daisy said coldly. “I’ve got a new mission; I’ll be out of contact for a while. Tell Coulson van Dijk is clean but I’m investigating a new lead.” May didn’t argue, simply watching disapprovingly as Daisy gathered her things into her backpack and headed for the exit.

Clearly something wasn’t right with Daisy, she had always been stubborn and headstrong, but she hadn’t been so reckless with her duties as a SHIELD agent since her first days with the team, and she’d never been so independent as to be insubordinate.

With a weary sigh, May brought up van Dijk’s file and dialled in Coulson’s number on her private comm. Even if Daisy was right, it was best to have a second look at the target.

-o-o-o-

Two months later Elizabet van Dijk strolled through the doors to her penthouse suite in Amsterdam, humming contentedly to herself as one of her bodyguards kept pace beside her.

“Our access to SHIELD’s network has revealed they have cleared you of suspicion once again, ma’am.” The tall, sallow-faced man sighed, watching as his employer all but ignored his words. “Their director seems to be finally satisfied you did not have anything to do with Quake’s disappearance. It seems three agents confirming the same thing was enough.”

“Good to hear.” Elizabet smiled. “Anything else?”

“Ma’am, Director Coulson and Agent May still have you at the top of their list of suspects. You may be officially off the hook, but SHIELD’s leadership still consider you a threat.”

Elizabet clicked her tongue and shrugged. “A shame, I did enjoy the impunity anonymity offered, still it’s no matter. A little risk will keep me on my toes, keep life from getting too boring.”

“SHIELD should not be underestimated, ma’am.”

“Of course not.” Elizabet purred. “But the greater the risk the greater the rewards.” She waved her bodyguard away and smoothed back her fringe, stretching languidly before typing in her passcode and entering the playroom.

Daisy Johnson’s naked, sweaty body dangled from the ceiling like a fresh-smoked ham just waiting to be enjoyed. Elizabet smiled and admired her pet from head to toe. Daisy’s golden hair was still tied back where she had placed it earlier that morning, but thanks to the former agent’s squirming a few strands of dirty blonde were coiling over her forehead. Aside from the neat black bar gag between her teeth, the dog collar around her throat, and the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, her toned body was naked and exposed, shaking with arousal and exhaustion.

The wand she’d strapped between Daisy’s thighs was still buzzing happily away, drenched with so much quim and sweat that Elizabet was surprised the thing hadn’t shorted from all the wetness. As she watched Daisy’s body tightened with a jerk, her abs rippling and arms shivering as the latest tiny, torturous orgasm sparked inside her.

Elizabet’s eyes met Daisy’s and she grinned. “I told you I’d be back soon, love.” She cooed in Dutch, fingers toying with the neat patch of brown curls that crowned her pet’s cunt before stroking her palms over her cheeks and tugging the gag free of her mouth. “Having fun?”

“Ahn.” Daisy groaned weakly. “Yes… mistress.”

“The cuffs are comfortable? No chafing, no loss of circulation?”

“N… no mistress.” Daisy shook her head. “Please… more?”

Dutch was not one of the languages that Daisy had learned in her time at SHIELD, but Elizabet had been sure to train her new sub on the essentials. Hearing her dear pet struggle to plead for her pleasures, knowing that if she failed and resorted to English she’d be punished, always brought a cruel grin to Elizabet’s face. Using language as a tool for domination, genius, even better than a gag. The loss of ability to plead for reprieve was thrilling, but making a person beg to be fucked with words they could barely understand had a delightful nature of its own, only making Daisy’s role as submissive pet all the more complete.

Elizabet smiled and kissed her cheek. “My little hero, such a good girl you are.” She patted Daisy’s ass and walked to her shelves, picking out something fun to wind out the session with. Daisy had been hanging there being constantly masturbated for three hours now, she was exhausted and overstimulated, which meant that Elizabet would have to employ something a little special to give her pet satisfaction enough that she wouldn’t be craving more all afternoon.

With a sigh and a soft hum, she pulled the fabric loops of one of her straps tight about her thighs and turned back to Daisy. “The access to SHIELD’s systems has come in useful yet again, pet, I can’t thank you enough.” she smiled, pressing herself against Daisy’s back and kissing her shoulder. “You’ve been such a wonderfully obedient girl; I think a treat is in order.”

Daisy groaned wordlessly as her asshole was spread and the smooth plastic mass of Elizabet’s strap forced its way inside her. A simple wiggle of her hips and a mental command and Daisy was melting under the purest pleasure she’d been craving all day. Moaning and whimpering, her tongue lolling and eyes crossed, Daisy Johnson howled with delight as her owner set about pounding her asshole nice and hard.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you a sister.” Elizabet hummed, hands tight on Daisy’s waist as she thrust. “Someone else from SHIELD perhaps, that scientist Simmons is rather cute. Or maybe that wonderfully defiant Yo-yo? Would you like that?”

“I… love… mistress.” Daisy croaked, “Please… more.”

“Hm, how lovely it would be to see Agent May sobbing for pleasure just like you.” Elizabet crooned into her ear. “To break that stoic nature of hers, make her into a meek, obedient little pet like you… that sounds like perfection.”

“Perfection.” Daisy howled in agreement, finally receiving the final, crippling orgasm she’d been denied for the past hours.

Elizabet smiled as her pet went limp and began to drool unconsciously onto her tits. She brushed some hair out of Daisy’s face, tugged herself free of the Inhuman’s asshole and glanced over at her phone where it lay on the table.

“Sleep well, my little hero… I have a call to make.”

Queens of Afterlife. Part Two: Cindy

Once a vicious and remorseless serial killer, Morinth found redemption alongside her mother in Afterlife. Remade into a ditzy bimbo by Aria T'loak as revenge for breaking her end of a deal, Morinth was cured of her condition as an Ardat Yakshi and became Cindy, Candy's constant partner in debauchery. Marketed as twins thanks to their near-identical appearance, the mother-daughter duo were the starring attractions of Aria's bar until the Queen of Omega set her sights on widening her roster. Constantly competing with her counterpart, Cindy dedicates her entire being into being the pinnacle of plastic prostitutes galaxy-wide...

The second of the five corrupted asari bimbos of my story Slaves of Omega drawn by the excellent BecSantus. 

Queens of Afterlife. Part 1: Candy

Once known as Samara the Justicar, Candy is Afterlife's original attraction. A monument to silicon perfection and brain-dead bimbofication, Candy caters to all who want her services with genuine delight. Nothing is off the table so long as the price is right when it comes to Candy. As Aria T'loak's first acquisition, Candy has a wealth of experience that pairs perfectly with her perverted mind. A good whore is one that loves her job, and nowhere is that better seen than with Candy...

The first of the five corrupted asari bimbos of my story Slaves of Omega drawn by the excellent BecSantus.

(This picture is a slightly updated and improved version of A Happy Retirement, made to be a part of the final 5-person images.)

The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Eight.

A commission from AshenGray.

Aisshaee takes Arruk to the very edge of the city as one final test to see just how loyal her new pet is. Left alone as far away from the palace as possible, Arruk is left alone to fend for herself with a civilisation of horny dryads between her and home.

-o-o-o-

Arruk tittered excitedly as she scampered behind her beloved mistress through the streets of the kingdom. She didn’t know what her queen had planned for the afternoon, but she had faith that it would be fun. The past few… well, she didn’t really know how long her mistress had been pounding her for, it was so hard to remember much of anything, perhaps it had been weeks, or maybe just hours. It didn’t matter, however long it had been since the queen had brought her to her bedchambers and taught her what her purpose in life would be, she’d known nothing but bliss. Her queen took care of her and Arruk repaid that care by being a loyal, obedient pet, there was nothing more natural in the world than that.

She root-woven heels she wore clacked on the smooth wooden floor of the pathway that led down the market road, the small white flowers braided into her hair glowed slightly in Aisshaee’s presence, everything was just magical. She sighed and smiled, admiring her beloved as the queen swept on through the streets, politely nodding to her subjects as they greeted her.

“Where we going?” She asked, tilting her head curiously.

“To the very edge of the Colony, love.” Aisshaee purred, “I’ve something to show you.”

Arruk grinned eagerly and scurried along, trying her best to keep up with Aisshaee’s long strides despite her shorter legs and swollen frame. “A surprise, my queen? A surprise for me?”

Aisshaee’s lip curled at Arruk’s naked enthusiasm and she nodded. “I suppose so, pet.”

Arruk squealed with delight and clapped her hands, her voluptuous body jiggling as she danced along beside her owner. “Mistress is so generous.” She sighed. “I’m so lucky she lets me be her pet!”

Aisshaee chuckled and patted the broken orc fondly, ushering her on ahead of her down the road, her eyes wandering between the orc’s fat green bubblebutt and the coarse bark wall that ringed the kingdom. By the time she reached it, Arruk had already been waiting for almost a minute, nibbling her lip and stroking her belly as she stared up at the towering wall.

“Here we are, my dear.” She smiled, resting her palms on her hips. “Do you know what this is?”

“Um, it’s a wall?”

Aisshaee hummed and nodded her head. “Yes, my dear, it is indeed. Do you know what it is for?”

“Keeping nasty people out?” Arruk frowned.

“A very orcish response.” The queen smirked. “We Dryads are a sociable bunch, we do grow in forests, after all. One big co-operative network of people. We’re very welcoming, as you well know.”

Arruk grinned and squeezed one of her milk-laden udders. Aisshaee chuckled and patted the rough bark of the wall. “This wall is not to keep others out; it is to keep those who are mine inside. We are nature spirits, wild in our instincts and appetites, our young take a while to cultivate a control of their base instincts. It is my responsibility as their mother and their queen to keep them within the kingdom until they are old enough and mature enough to go out and start colonies of their own.”

Arruk tittered, “I remember, my queen, the girls were so energetic when they first found me for you!”

“Indeed.” Aisshaee purred, stroking her pet orc’s cheek to a whimper of need from the poor broken creature. “Now, I want you to sit here and get nice and comfortable, alright?”

“Why?” Arruk pouted, sinking to her knees obediently. “Are you gonna leave me?”

“I am.” The queen admitted. “And when you see the lights glow above you, it will be time for you to come back to the palace.”

“On my own?”

“Yes. If you come to me at my throne, I will know once and for all if you are worthy to be my pet.” Aisshaee smiled. “If you can find your way, if you can stave off my daughters and subjects, if you can keep your mind and your heart fixed on serving me, then I will make you my court-mare. You may sit at my side and service me for all eternity, long after your physical body has rotted away to dust… doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Wonderful.” Arruk sighed dreamily. “Please call me soon my queen… I don’t feel very happy when I’m not by your side.”

Aisshaee smiled again, stroked Arruk’s neatly braided hair, and marched away towards the palace.

-o-o-o-

Arruk sat and stroked her pregnant belly contentedly, cooing and singing softly to her unborn children as she waited for her queen to send the summons. She missed her owner immediately, craving to be back at her side, but being obedient was all that really mattered. She would rather spend a century away from her beloved than disappoint her.

The dryads had begun to converge on her the second Aisshaee had left, interested as to why there was a fat green girl sat at the end of the market way at the edge of the city. Arruk happily chatted with them and answered their questions. She let them explore her body with her hands and shamelessly flattered them as they began to close ranks around her.

By the time the palace flashed with amber light, Arruk barely noticed, too busy having her throat pummelled by two dryad cocks at once. She gurgled wetly with excitement and managed to point at the light, pushing her hand past the crowding dryads only for her wrist to be grabbed and her hand squeezed closed around another cock.

She sighed through her nose, wincing as a dryad smacked her ass, her talons cutting shallow scratches in her sweaty green flesh. Well, her queen hadn’t ordered her to return to her immediately, she would just have to go to her as soon as she could.

Arruk groaned as she was lifted off the ground, hoisted like a sack of potatoes and speared onto yet another dryad dick. Teeth were pulling at her nipples, claws were scratching at her hips, but the sweet, honey-thick sperm she swallowed gratefully down made it all worthwhile.

It might have been hours, or it might have been days, but finally the dryads were either spent, or had lost interest. Arruk lay on her back and hiccoughed, a wad of amber spunk flying up into the air and landing on her cheek with a splat.

She was tempted to just lie there and bask in the lovely sensation of cum oozing over her flesh, but her queen had given her a command. With a whimper, Arruk rolled onto her belly, the taut round swell of flesh propping her up like a glistening green exercise ball. Wobbling slightly, she planted her hands on the floor and shifted her weight to her knees, beginning to crawl determinedly forwards.

It was hard work, her not inconsiderably weight only added to by a few churning pints of cum resting in her guts, but nevertheless she persisted. It was nice feeling the breeze on her skin as she crawled, inside the palace the only wind on her flesh came from her queen’s words. Arruk shivered and nibbled her lip, imaging Aisshaee’s proud tone as she whispered in her ear what a good, obedient girl she was.

The dryads who had used her might have lost issue, but Arruk had forgotten just how far she was away from the palace. Before long she was crawling past stalls and shops far enough away from the wall that the dryads working or shopping or milling about hadn’t seen her be left behind, and they were just as curious as to her presence as the others had been.

“Well well, what’s this?” a familiar, sneering voice said as Arruk paused her crawl. She looked up, seeing the sallow-faced older dryad who had found her in the lake earlier. “The queen’s prized concubine, wandering the streets like… hm… what are those funny beasts the human folk keep? Oxes? Cows?”

“With those tusks she seems more akin to a boar.” Another cruelly grinning dryad scoffed. “She stinks like a pig as well.”

A foot crashed into Arruk’s left arm and knocked it out from under her, she yelped with pain, falling onto her side, only for a second kick to come to her face. “Pah, vile creature… it’s bad enough the queen brought you into our home, must she let you wander our streets?”

“Let us test her limits, sister.” The second dryad cooed. “Teach this beast her place.”

“I… huh… gotta… go to… the queen.” Arruk wheezed. “Please… I don’t wanna… disappoint her.”

“Silence, beast.” The second dryad sneered, pressing her onto her back and forcing her cock between the panting orc’s lips.

Arruk whined but obliging began to slurp at the invading cock even as it was shoved down her gullet. She winced and gagged as the dryad’s sack whacked her in the nose, too weak to resist, even if she hadn’t been in the mood for another dosage of dryad seed.

With her face buried beneath dryad ass, Arruk was blind to the cruel older dryad’s intentions. Hoping for the best, she spread her thighs and gently took the dryad who was faceraping her by the hips.

A vicious swat to her sopping hairy cunt made her gag and choke helplessly beneath her latest lover, but even with how much she shook and convulsed, she refused to let her legs close. If this mean dryad thought she wasn’t the best, most loyal, most obedient slave for the queen, then she was going to be proved wrong. Pleasing Aisshaee was all that mattered to her, it was her purpose in life, so she weathered the cruel strike, and the next, and every one that came afterwards until at last the old dryad’s cock rammed into her asshole.

Arruk’s brain was equal parts enchanted wood and orcish flesh, her senses and sensations controlled by Aisshaee herself. For all her cruel delight in corrupting the young orc, Aisshaee had been kind in one respect: Pain no longer existed for Arruk past a certain point, instead she felt only pleasure. So as her asshole was stretched and fucked, her belly scratched and her throat, she moaned with delight and lay obediently in place.

By the time the two dryads were spent, Arruk was even more stuffed with seed, but no less happy or dedicated to her task.

With a furious snarl, the older dryad yanked her sticky rod free of her and raised her hand, talons glinting in the light before coming hurtling down towards her throat. The other dryad caught her with a startled gasp.

“Shhissahn! What are you doing!?” she cried. “The queen will kill you if you murder her favourite plaything!”

Shhissahn growled but nodded her head, instead grabbing Arruk by the scalp and hauling her up. She put her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle that caught the attention of every dryad nearby.

“Come sisters!” Shhissahn called out, holding Arruk upright by her braids. “Come have a taste of the queen’s champion whore… she’ll not be going back to the palace whilst a single drop of seed remains unspilled in the kingdom!”

Arruk groaned, despite her greed for Dryad sperm. It seemed it would be a while before she returned to her queen’s feet after all.

-o-o-o-

The doors to Aisshaee’s throne room opened and a sticky amber lump oozed its way across the floor.

The dryad queen laughed with delight and clapped her hands as Arruk slid slowly to her feet and collapsed, a snail trail of sperm stretching out from where she’d flopped out through the palace, and most likely to the very wall she’d been left at.

“Oh well done, sweet, well done.” She beamed, slipping from her throne and kneeling down. She scooped Arruk’s cheeks up and lifted her head, placing a tender kiss on her cum-stained lips. The queen didn’t seem to mind her dress, face and hands were now slick with her subject’s sperm, she simply hummed to herself and wiped her lips. “I’m very proud.”

Somewhere beneath the layers of congealing spunk that were painted over her, Arruk’s face split into a grin.

(Commission) Return To The Arena.

A Commission from Obligatory Name.

When Liara asked Matriarch Aethyta to help her gain support and resources for the coming war with the Reapers, the last thing she expected was an invitation to one of the most notorious forbidden sports in Asari history: Lynumma.

-o-o-o-

The purple sky of Illium glowed a dark orange as its sun began to dip beneath the horizon, a swirling mix of violet and burned amber dappled with the pale white whisps of cloud. It had always been of Liara’s favourite sights, and back when she’d lived on Illium chasing leads on the Shadow broker, staring up at that sunset had been her way of relaxing, along with a glass of wine and a fond memory of better times. She’d forgotten about the buzz of Illium, the constant hum of skycars and distant conversations echoing off the towering skyscrapers like an immense musical instrument, but now that she was back, it almost felt like home.

She hadn’t expected to return quite so soon, not seeing that the last time she’d been here she’d been shot at, beaten and nearly blown up.

With an uncertain look, she turned away from the picturesque vista and followed a tall, broad-shouldered matriarch away from the balcony and across the square courtyard they’d just landed at. The matriarch was Aethyta, currently a bartender, formerly a spy, assassin, mercenary, pirate, enforcer, drug-dealer, ambassador and, occasionally, a prostitute.

She was also, as Liara had recently discovered, her father.

Liara didn’t know quite what to make of that. Benezia had taken her away to Thessia before she’d even been born and had never mentioned her father. It wasn’t unusual that Liara hadn’t known Aethyta growing up, Asari frequently raised their daughters alone, but a matriarch like Benezia was supposed to have grown passed that kind of behaviour centuries before then.

She’d always assumed her father had been the lucky recipient of a passing fancy of Benezia’s. Her mother had been horny on some night, seen a pleasing-looking somebody and enjoyed them like she must have enjoyed hundreds of others before. All asari had needs, matriarchs included, and as a society they were fairly casual about tending to them, so much so it had been a shock when she’d started working alongside humans, who seemed so strangely embarrassed by sex as a whole.

Aethyta did not seem like someone Benezia would have liked, let alone loved enough to have a real relationship with, and yet apparently they’d spent almost a century together.

Liara sighed sadly, it seemed every time she learned something new about her mother, she realised that she’d never really known her at all.

“What’s the matter, kid?” Aethyta grunted, turning a corner and heading down a slim alleyway between two towers. “Places to be?”

“You said that you had something important to show me.” Liara said, pursing her lips. “So far you’ve taken me to lunch and then flown me half-way across Nos Astra without telling me anything at all.”

“And of course the only reason you agreed to come was for your intel, not your old lady.” Aethyta smirked over her shoulder. Liara’s cheeks flushed and she rubbed the back of her neck, as annoyed as she was, she did want to get to know her father a little better. Aethyta laughed, a coarse bark of a laugh that made Liara jump, before waving a flippant hand. “Ah don’t worry about it; not like we got a real familial bond going on between us. Far as you care I’m some random old cunt who showed up with a bunch of stories and resources you think are too good to be true, right?”

“Of course not.” Liara murmured. “I believe you are my father, and I believe you want to help me… it’s the specifics I’m not too sure about.”

“Ha, practical, just like Nezzie.” Aethyta sighed. “C’mon, we’re just about there.”

“Just about where?”

“The place you’re about to get everything you could want from.”

They came to a doorway at the end of an alley, with gaudy lights blinking and flashing all around it. ‘Welcome to Lynulyia’ was written on a sign above the door. A young maiden was stood outside, she smiled welcomingly to Aethyta and opened the door for them, revealing a set of steps heading back upwards. Aethyta marched onwards without any hesitation, and Liara reluctantly followed.

The roar of the arena hit Liara almost as hard as the smell, her ears almost ringing from the howls of asari and other species. She opened her mouth in a gasp of surprise, sucking in a huge lungful of the scent. She coughed, eyes watering, as the musk poured into her nose.

“G… goddess, what is that?” she coughed, looking up at her father, who was grinning and drinking in the potent smell.

Aethyta looked down at her, grinning. “Lynumma!”

Liara swallowed and followed Aethyta up the steps to the balcony above. The arena was small by most sport’s standards, maybe only twenty feet wide in diameter, with high walls that led up to the seats like an ancient amphitheatre. The low sunset light streamed in from the sky above, the entire arena open to the air, but bright spotlights focussed down onto the ring.

The crowd was still cheering when Liara reached the top of the steps, just in time to watch a pair of two blue feet be dragged out of the ring through a door. An impossibly voluptuous matriarch was roaring to the crowd in victory, her naked teal body licked with sweat as she raised her arms and cheered to her fans. Her massive breasts heaved with exertion and her cock throbbed with arousal, dripping thick, virile sperm onto the arena floor to join the rest of the mess. A thick soup of cum and sweat was already being mopped up by little drones, but the smell remained, pouring the air, so thick you could almost see it.

“Another spectacular match from our newest star: Matriarch Karillaaaaaaaa!” A small, boyish asari cheered into a microphone, standing up on a small platform overlooking the arena. “A thrilling show! I see a lot of disappointed faces in the crowd who thought our resident heavyweight Umara had this match in the bag! Better luck next time ladies!”

“This… this is…” Liara stammered, staring down as the naked asari sauntered out of the arena, her voluptuous curves jiggling and wobbling with every step.

“This is the best fucking sport in the universe.” Aethyta grinned, resting her arms on the balcony and sighing happily. “Goddess, there’s nothing like being at a real match, the heat, the smell, the roar of the crowd…” she grunted and bit her lip.

“Lynumma is banned!” Liara squeaked as Aethyta called out to someone she knew in the crowd. “No one’s played for millennia! Not since the Matriarch Council was first formed!”

“Ah, c’mon kid, you really think because something gets banned people are gonna stop doing it?” Aethyta laughed. “Besides, Illium hasn’t banned squat. Lynumma is as legal as loveslaves round here, and this is the best damn spot for it off the homeworld.”

“It’s so… base.” Liara mumbled. “All the descriptions in the history books… how could you watch this?”

“Cos it’s fucking awesome.” Aethyta laughed, smacking her on the back. “And you’re missing the point, little wing.”

Liara flushed at the use of her childhood nickname, glancing back down at the empty arena as Aethyta leaned in close to be heard over the noise. “You want to get rich, you want to get influence, you want to get leverage, then you come to a Lynumma ring. Any asari with power and the disposition to use it, is either here, or has a stake in a match. Drug-runners, mercenary captains, gang bosses, smugglers, politicians, they’re here, and all of them would make very good ‘friends’ for you.”

“There are really that many underground figures here?”

“Everyone loves Lynumma.” Aethyta chuckled. “It brings people together, literally.”

“I asked you to help me get resources for the war. Credits, weapons… you give me this?” Liara scowled, wincing as another asari passed by, clearly drunk, and cheering loudly about the last match. “A gaggle of perverts?”

“Listen, you make a name for yourself here, you’ll get all the underworld resources you need for the war. Connections to Thessia, The Citadel, Omega… if you play your cards right.” Aethyta sighed patiently, “C’mon, sit and watch the next match, and I’ll show you everything you’re not seeing about the situation.”

Reluctantly, Liara sank down onto one of the amphitheatre’s seats and peered down into the empty arena.

Lynumma was known by the humans as ‘asari sumo’ though the comparison was only accurate on a very surface level. It was a combat sport, one that dated back to the ancient times before Asari had even left Thessia to explore the stars. It was violent and primitive and lewd in a way not seen in human sports, and it had been banned in every civilised corner of the galaxy since before humans had learned how to walk.

But of course, Illium wasn’t entirely ‘civilised’, not really.

A roar came from the crowd as the next contender stepped out into the open. She was a matriarch, old and elegant, with a noble face and a confident poise. She would have fitted in well with the wealthy elite of Thessia, or even in a seat on the Matriarch Council, if she had been wearing any clothes.

The matriarch’s pale lilac flesh glistened under the lights, every inch of supple skin oiled and massaged to glow with beauty and virility. Her massive breasts swayed as she walked, fat teardrops of flesh nearly the size of the woman’s head. Her hips and ass were equally voluptuous, her entire frame plump and mature to almost impossible proportions. Whilst her stomach and thighs were soft and thick, the muscle beneath layers of fat was strong enough to snap a spine like a dry twig. The power of the matriarch was nowhere better shown, than in her throbbing, meaty erection.

Her cock put horses to shame, a towering pillar of purple flesh that rippled and roiled like an independent animal hungry for prey. It jutted out from the matriarch’s body like a spear, perpendicular to the rest of her body, twitching and glistening with oil and precum.

Liara swallowed and crossed her legs, keenly aware of how wet she was getting, and how hard her own erection was. She shot a glance at Aethyta, but fortunately her father was paying more attention to the little announcer.

“Laaaaaadiees of Illium!” She was howling, “We’ve got a treat for you tonight! A plucky young challenger of nine-hundred and three! She came out of nowhere and laid her opponents to shame with five consecutive knockouts! Our challenger, the purple powerhouse, the terror of the terminus, the stud of Starfall City: Matriarch Akaraaaaaaaaaa!”

The matriarch raised her arms and roared for the crowd, eyes alight with lust and delight as she grinned and showed of her curves.

“Aaaaaaand our reigning heavyweight champion!” The announcer continued as the matriarch flexed. “The sentinel of Serrice, the azure annihilator, the blue bitchbreaker from Barillou: Matriarch Carilonaaaaa!”

A second matriarch appeared in the arena, older by a few decades than her opponent, but just as buxom. Her naked, oiled flesh was a pale baby blue, rippling and quivering as the woman bounced on the balls of her feet, working up the crowd with a hollering cry. Her cock was just as fat and thick as Akara’s, it would have reached her knees, if it hadn’t been standing to attention, ready for the match.

“All bets have been placed and appetites have been wet!” The announcer purred, “Competitors, take your places!”

Both asari turned towards one another, smirking as they moved into position. Each naked behemoth of a woman crouched down slightly, locking themselves into place across from one another. Liara bit her lip as she admired the fat, round peach of Carilona’s blue butt, pressing her palms down on her lap in a useless attempt to hide her arousal.

“Oh, shit.” Aethyta hummed, not bothering to do the same, a prominent bulge growing in her dress that made Liara exceptionally uncomfortable. “This is gonna be a good one.”

“A… a good one?”

“Hm, Carilona hates losing, she’s gonna cling on to Akara’s fat ass until she passes out.” Aethyta smiled. “And this new kid’s got some serious determination, did three fights back-to-back just to have a shot at this. Kinda incredible she didn’t get knocked up in that last one, almost looked pregnant already with how much spunk Lussa spewed into her.”

“Th… they don’t really compete without birth-control, do they?” Liara croaked.

“Course, no stakes otherwise.” Her father grinned, “Now sit back and enjoy.”

Liara bit her lip and obeyed, wincing as both matriarchs let out a guttural “Hah!” and jerked forwards. Blue biotic light glowed about their bodies, muscles rippling as they tensed and their already exceptional curves seeming to swell. It was impossible, Liara knew, but as the two ancient Asari clashed together, their bodies seemed to have grown even more curvy and voluptuous. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, but she could have sworn the grappling pair had managed to enhance not only their strength with their biotics, but their weight and curves as well.

The matriarchs grunted and growled at one another, hands locked together, arms tensing as they stood locked in a standstill. Biceps bulged and asses quivered as they pushed against one another, sweat beginning to join the oil on their skin as they groaned and fought to break the hold. It looked like Carilona had the upper hand, her taller stature giving her leverage to push down on Akara, but the younger matriarch’s powerful legs were locked in place, keeping her from buckling to the ground. Both matriarch’s fat cocks were bobbing with their grunts, leaking their precum onto the arena floor as they swatted and rubbed against each other, just waiting for their owner to get the upper hand.

They didn’t have to wait long, Akara grunted and twisted her arms, breaking the grip and sending both matriarchs crashing against one another. Liara gasped as both pulsing pillars of asari cockmeat rammed into their opponent’s waiting pussy, rousing howls of pleasure from both wrestlers as they squeezed one another in a bone-crushing hug.

The women moaned and grunted, bodies jiggling and quaking as they thrust into one another, staring angrily into one another’s eyes as they fought for dominance. Liara’s eyes tore themselves away from Carilona’s massive ass to the many screens ringing the arena, all showing a different angle of the debased wrestling match, fed live from a dozen bee-sized camera drones circling the matriarchs.

Fat breasts squishing and rippling as they pressed together. Soft, pliant stomachs rubbing, hiding the straining muscles that lay behind impeccably. Round bubble-butts bouncing and shaking with every violent thrust. Monstrous, virile breeding tools rubbing and twisting against one another like snakes, driving deep into sopping asari folds, leaking sperm and arousal like a waterfall. All of it was right there for Liara to see and enjoy.

She whined quietly and pressed down a little harder on her own cock, mouth watering as she stared at the pair of grunting wrestlers before her. “Who do you think will win?”

Aethyta smirked. “My money’s on Carilona, but that’s not the question you want to be asking. What you want to be asking is who everyone else’s money is on.” She said softly, biting her lip as Akara let out a loud moan and smacked her hands against Carilona’s ass, her purple fingers sinking into the plump blue flesh and gripping it tight. “A girl can make millions on Lynumma betting, and that’s just what you have to gain financially.”

Carilona howled and rammed her hips forwards hard enough to make Akara stagger back a few paces, the pair still locked together at the hips, their arms around one another as they fucked. Her noble, stately face twisted into a lewd, lustful expression.

“You can make friends out here in the stands, use the credits smart and those friends will make you more friends. You can get a reputation here, assets for the war, agents for your network. A favour can be twenty times as valuable as gold, you know that.” Aethyta sighed, massaging her bulge with a casual hand, admiring the women below as their mating grew louder and louder. “It’s a high-stakes game, for everyone involved, but the rewards are worth playing for, trust me.

A pitched howl came as the matriarchs’ eyes flashed black. Liara let out a startled gasp, watching as a torrent of pale blue sperm exploded out from the two old asari, smearing their erections and splattering the floor beneath them. They didn’t let up for a second, if anything, their desperate, violent rutting only grew more enthusiastic.

“Oh goddess.” She managed to croak. “When you say… high stakes?”

Aethyta laughed and nodded to the pair below. “A player doesn’t get into Lynumma without being ready to break a few bones. Strains, bumps and bruises are all part of the gig. Deaths are real rare, the biggest risk is getting knocked up.”

Liara’s gasp only made her father’s smile widen and she scratched her nose. “Yeah, subconscious melding can happen in the heat of the moment. If you’re looking at a heavyweight final, impregnation is pretty certain for at least one player. Occasionally you’ll even get a double knock-up, I’ve only seen a pair of those in my time though.” Aethyta shrugged. “For you, biggest risk is losing money, or getting a reputation as a coward. You’ve got the funds to solve the first, and the balls to prove you’re not the second. I wouldn’t be recommending it if I thought there was a chance you’d end up in indentured servitude.”

“OOHHHHHHHH!” Akara howled, blowing another load deep into Carilona’s cunt, receiving another piping-hot injection of seed into her own womb in the next second.

“That happens?”

“Only when people play stupid.” Aethyta nodded, biting a lip as sperm and sweat flew off the mating pair. Thick, viscous drops of cum were falling to the ground faster and faster now, a fresh shower of pearlescent globs coming with every jerk of the women’s hips. Liara couldn’t deny that the spectacle was turning her on like nothing every had before, or that her father’s plan didn’t intrigue her.

She cleared her throat as another howl exploded out from Carilona, her tongue lolling as she thrust forwards so hard she lifted Akara off the ground for a moment. “H… have you any wrestlers in mind that I might… um, sponsor?”

“I’ve got someone in mind, should be easy enough to work with. If you can get her.” Aethyta sighed, massaging her loins as the matriarchs’ cries grew louder and shriller, their bodies in a constant slapping, jiggling state as they both began to grow close to climax. Their thighs and feet were slick with sperm now, a thick, virile soup spreading out from where they were struggling to stay upright, coving the floor like a viscous white lake.

“Weeeere getting close ladies.” The announcer purred, one hand gripping her erection as the other squeezed her microphone. “Our champions are flagging, can Carilona hold onto her title? Can Akara continue her record-breaking streak?”

“Hrn.” Aethyta grunted, “Short match… shit.”

“Father, please, tell me about this wrestler?” Liara groaned.

“It’s me kid, I’m gonna do it.”

There was a silence between them only interrupted by the moaning and slapping noises of the wrestlers below.

When Liara spoke, her tone was incredulous. “You?”

Aethyta cocked a brow. “What, you think your mom was into me for my sparkling personality?” she asked, “Hah! She wanted me for my body! I was a fucking powerhouse back in the day, and I can still wipe the fucking floor with any of these young cunts thinking they’re hot shit.”

“I… uh… really?” Liara managed, her mind suddenly full of images of her father in a situation like the one below, naked and curvy and covered in sweat and sperm… groaning and grunting and pounding her fat cock into a rival. She shook her head and tried to crush her erection down a little harder. That was just… wrong.

“I ain’t gonna pretend I’m not out of shape.” Aethyta admitted, blowing out a breath through her nose. “But give me a month or two, and I can be back in fighting shape, and winning you whatever matches you give me. All I need is a few meds, a few herbs, a proper diet, all things you can get your hands on easily.”

“You… used to be good?”

Aethyta scowled, tearing her eyes away from the match to glower at her daughter. “I used to be the best in my league kid, heavyweight champion for three years running, ranked top five competitors for another thirty. I only stopped cause…” she trailed off, looking wistful, before shrugging. “Point is, I’m your best bet at getting everything you want as quick as you can.”

Liara was about to ask if Aethyta was really sure about the plan, when Akara let out a shriek of pain, bliss and frustration. She looked down at the ring in time to see the purple matriarch fall backwards limply in Carilona’s arms, her eyes rolled back and her mouth open in a silent moan. The sheer exertion of the match, the arousal coursing through her, it had all been too much for the poor challenger, she had fainted, and lost the match.

Carilona roared with victory, crushing the unconscious Akara in her arms and thrusting viciously into her cum-packed hole. Akara shook like a ragdoll in the blue matriarch’s arms, body jiggling and wobbling with every thrust, her head lolling backwards on her neck before falling against Carilona’s shoulder. It might have looked sweet, if the blue matriarch hadn’t still been ramming into the other woman’s cunt and spewing more cum into her body every second.

With a final, ear-bursting shout, Carilona jerked forwards and blew so much cum inside Akara that the unconscious matriarch’s belly swelled visibly. Liara gasped as Carilona released Akara suddenly and staggered back. The purple asari fell to the arena floor with a wet splat, sprawled in a sticky heap and still being splattered by the final few ropes of seed that came flying from Carilona’s cock and landed heavily over her sleeping face.

“WE HAVE A WINNNEEEEEER!” The announcer sang as Carilona reared back and let out a deafening cheer, raising her fists to the crowd and basking in their adoration. “Matriarch Carilona retains her title as our reigning champion!”

“Wooo!” Aethyta cheered, rising out of her seat and punching the air. Liara squeaked with surprise at the sudden movement and found herself suddenly at eye-level with Aethyta’s erection. She flushed uncomfortably and focussed her attention on Carilona, who was still revelling in her victory.

She turned and noticed Liara, clearly seeing a newcomer and a pretty face. She blew a kiss and winked up at the blushing maiden before making her way back towards the arena gates. She stepped on Akara’s stomach, sending a jet of pressurised sperm gushing from her aching hole, before vanishing into the dark.

Aethyta laughed and sat back down. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer kid, maybe you’d rather be a groupie than a manager?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Liara mumbled, before frowning as Aethyta waved a credit chit under her nose. “What’s that?”

“Twenty thousand credits.” Aethyta smiled. “what I just won from my little bet. If I was looking to make real money, I could have just won Twenty million, but I thought this would be enough to make a point.”

Liara raised a brow and tucked the chit into her pocket. “So, what do you need your manager to do?”

“We’ll talk about that later kid.” Aethyta chuckled. “But it might be an idea to invest in some familial housing. Who knows, maybe you’ll be getting a baby sister someday soon.”

Liara wasn’t sure if her father was joking or not, but looking at the sea of semen boiling away on the arena floor, perhaps it was better to be safe than sorry.

The Omega Effect. Samara. Part Three.

"Yeah now you look the part!" Samara's roommate had giggled as she'd shyly stepped out into the filthy little bedroom that was their apartment. "Big fuckin' titties and a slutty little outfit is all girls like us need, right? You make more money, get cuter outfits, make even more money, and party! What more couldja want?"

Samara hadn't bothered to respond, her poor friend was too far gone to be saved. She didn't even remember whoever she'd been before, her current brainless, depraved life was all she knew. All Samara could do was hope that she escaped Omega before ending up just the same.

Her life as a whore had become easier in some ways since she'd defiled her body with her new implants. Her friend had been right, larger breasts meant she got more attention, and that did mean more money towards her shuttle ticket.

It was still too little, and came in far too slowly.

For each night she spend catering to the vile needs of Omega's worst, a third of her earnings would go to feeding herself, a further third went to her rent, and what little was left was regularly skimmed by her roommate for more drugs or operations to 'enhance' her body further into monstrously lewd proportions.

Denial had given way to bargaining, Samara no longer dwelt on the filthy acts she performed, her only concern was escaping Omega as quickly as she could, and that would require more sacrifices on her part.

She'd already stepped over the lines she'd laid down before, stepping over then again was pitifully easy. Now as she walked the familiar path to her favoured alleyway, her blue bosom inflated to twice it's former size, all she could do was pray that investing her savings in a sultry lingerie set would speed up her earnings and free her from the nightmare sooner.

She forced a smile to her potential customers and gave a coquettish wiggle of her new tits, hiding her disgust and her despair perfectly as she lured her latest playmate in for a few moments of tawdry pleasure, all at the low, low cost of her dignity...

This piece was made by the wonderful Mavruda as the third of five parts.

Lexdolls

Kara Danvers and Karen Starr are mindwiped and surgically altered into the perfect bimbo super-slaves. As Lena Luthor's personal whores and bodyguards, the pair are the first of many who will fall to Lena's plan for world domination, but fresh victims will soon join the ranks of her obedient mindless Lexdolls...

This piece was made by the wonderful Loreleia to go along with Supersluts, please check her work out!