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In The Chamber Of The Witch

Even the Mistress of Evil entertains the occasional lover, usually some poor girl from a local village, lured to the witch's bed and devoured both figuratively and, unfortunately often, literally.

This piece was once again made by BecSantus, and exists solely because Maleficent is so goddamn hot.

(Commission) The Clean Room, Chapter Eight.

The continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch.

The Raiya lands at it's final destination and it's cargo offloaded, including the unfortunate Quarians not being kept by the crew. Who should be trusted to take these twenty Quarians to the auction house? Only the most trustworthy slut aboard the ship.

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Tali let out a delighted sigh as she stepped out onto the ramp that led down to the port. The cool morning air caressed her naked curves and made her dark hair flutter, it was about the best feeling Tali had ever felt. The recycled air of the Raiya had been nice, but this? This was real air on a real planet. A real port full of real people who were about to see the perfect modern Quarian for the first time.

She beamed happily and nibbled a lip, planting her hands on her hips before turning back. “Alright girls, let’s get moving!”

Twenty collared, cuffed Quarian women whined at her words.

Tali pursed her lips and activated her omni-tool. A crackle of electricity sounded, rousing a chorus of squeaks and whimpers from the bound women as they were shocked into obedience.  There were only two who still resisted, the two with bright red ball-gags locked over their mouths to stop them from making a scene.

The thrill of control made Tali grin like a madwoman, the glee of being trusted enough by her beloved owner to move the merchandise to the auction house mixing with the arousal of having her sisters completely in her power.

She skipped to the front of the line and began to lead them across the landing pad the Raiya’s massive hull had rested itself upon. The procession caught a lot of attention from the workers, the twenty semi-nude women collared and leashed like animals, paraded through the docks and practically begging for attention. All of the Quarians were dressed the same, bodies barely covered by black collars and tiny black bikinis that made sure that their curves were all on display.

“Look all you want, mistresses.” Tali purred as they passed by a pair of gawping maidens. “But hands off the merchandise, unless you want to come by the auction house and make a bid?”

“Auction?” one of the young asari managed to repeat.

“That’s right, all these lovely creatures are for sale, if you think you can afford them.” Tali smiled teasingly, she reached up and tapped her red collar. “But before you ask, no, I’m not available.”

It was an ingenious system really, one developed to make Quarians as easy to use as possible for their Asari owners. All of the high-tech collars snug around the slaves’ throats had a simple colour-change function. Black, like the women behind Tali, meant a Quarian was Unclaimed, that she didn’t belong to any Asari for whatever reason. Pink meant a Quarian was owned, but free to be used by whomever desired her, the most common of the colours found about the Raiya, and soon the galaxy. Blue meant a Quarian was owned and was exclusive, that her owner wanted to keep her for herself. Purple meant that a Quarian was available, but occupied, and was usually reserved for when the slaves were performing their duties about the ship.

Then there was red, worn only by Tali and two others aboard the Raiya. Red meant that a Quarian was such a loyal, talented slave, that she could be trusted to command her own people when her owner had better things to do.

Being a red grade was great, and not just because it meant that Tali was the envy of every other Quarian, it meant she was highly desirable to every asari as well. She’d spent the last week and a half of the Raiya’s voyage bouncing her fat purple butt on more asari cocks than she could count, constantly in demand no matter where she was.

She’d been bent over and creampied so often her co-workers in engineering had started fighting over who got to lick her well-used cunt clean at the end of each shift. Even so, Tali and others had started prostituting themselves, gathering in the ship’s corridors and making offers to the asari who passed. None of them would ever dream of asking for payment of course, but a market of freshly filled condoms had begun, with cum addicted Quarians doing their best to outbid one another for bigger, more potent loads to feast on.

Naturally, Tali had been tending to her mistress’ needs diligently as well. She now lived in Akiriha’s quarters, cleaning and tidying like a maid whenever she wasn’t working, whoring, sleeping or being stuffed full of the engineer’s cock. Her burly owner had proven to be quite sweet in bed, downright tender, especially after their most passionate of lovemaking sessions.

“Hello!” Tali smiled brightly, stepping up to the elegant matron overseeing the day’s auction and holding out the datapad with the batch’s information on it. “All the items from the Raiya.”

“Ah, I see.” The matron hummed, inspecting the pad over her glasses. “Twenty fine specimens, they should all raise a decent price.” She turned back to Tali and inspected her up and down, lip curling at her plump breasts and slutty tattoos. “A pity you aren’t for sale, dear. You’d be highly valued.”

“Thank you.” Tali grinned, genuinely delighted by the compliment. “Oh, um, two of them are still… you know…”

“Defective.” The matron sighed, glancing at the two gagged Quarians who suddenly looked very nervous. “A shame, but I suppose it’s unavoidable.”

“Will you help them?” Tali asked, her heart going out to the pair as they shivered and scowled at their fellow slaves.

“Me? No.” the matron sighed, walking to her station and bringing out a long tube-shaped device. “They’ll be sold off the same as the rest, but they’ll need to be marked.”

She pressed the tube to the first gagged girl’s breast and pressed a button, a soft hiss sounded and the Quarian yelped. As the matron moved to the next, Tali saw a simple mark printed onto the girl’s skin, a circle with the letter ‘U’ inside.

“It stands for ‘Unbroken’ so that the buyers know they’ll need to train them themselves.” The matron explained, placing the tube back onto her desk. “There’ll be a few buyers who’ll find that quite attractive I expect.”

“Really?”

The matron looked over her glasses and pursed her lips. “You talk a lot, you know that?”

“I’m just curious.” Tali smiled sweetly. “Do you think there’s a better use for my mouth?”

“Hmmf, I see that red collar doesn’t mean you’re any less of a slut.” The matron sighed, “Alright, get to work. The auction doesn’t start for another hour.”

Tali squatted down, slowly unveiling the matron’s long legs as she drew her dress up before giggling as her long, flaccid cock was revealed. “No panties, so naughty.”

The matron took her by the scalp and pressed her to her cock impatiently. “Less talk, girl.”

“Of course, mistress.” Tali purred before enveloping the plump purple head of her cock and setting to work.

She’d barely been sucking the matron’s fat blue cock long enough to get her chin wet when a fist closed around her hair and yanked her backwards. The wet squeak she made was muffled somewhat by the few inches of cock evacuating her gullet, but the guilting her voice was unmistakable as she looked up at her owner.

“Um… hi mistress.”

“I told you to deliver the girls and then come straight back.” Akiriha growled, pulling Tali to her feet. “And here you are sucking cock. Maybe I should talk to the captain about having you reassigned to a pink, if you’re so intent on behaving like one?”

“I’m sorry.” Tali whined. “I did what you told me, I was going to come back as soon as I was finished, I promise!”

Akiriha grunted and looked up to the matron. “You have everything you need?”

“I think so.”

“Then excuse us.”

Akiriha grabbed Tali by the hips and hauled her up and over her shoulder. Tali nibbled her lip excitedly as she was carried away, one of her mistress’ hands resting on her fat purple ass.

Tali let out a quiet “Eep” as Akiriha dropped her in the middle of the mess hall, watching in confusion as her owner took a seat at one of the tables. She’d expected punishment, to be taken back to their quarters and throatfucked until she saw stars, or maybe edged until she was sobbing with need, not taken for a meal.

“Over my knee, now.” Akiriha growled.

Tali’s confused pout vanished in an instant. “Yes mistress!” she scampered over and happily draped herself over the massive asari’s lap, wiggling her rump in anticipation of her punishment. Unlike some of the others aboard the Raiya, Tali wasn’t a complete masochist, she didn’t delight in being punished by her owner the way some of her sisters did, being whipped and paddled and tortured until they were finally allowed satisfaction. She hadn’t littered her body with piercings for Akiriha to tease or pull on. She hadn’t taken Nurse Anasa’s experimental drugs that made them so much more sensitive and tender. But even so, she fucking loved being spanked.

“You all know Tali.” Akiriha barked at the staring Quarians that had clustered around their table in anticipation of the show. “It’s time you all knew the consequences of disobedience, no matter what colour collar you wear.”

The first smack to Tali’s rump knocked the breath out of her, a sharp, stinging hand-print glowing on her cheek as she gasped. It seemed like Akiriha really wanted to send a message, each of her strikes far harsher than any she’d given Tali in private.

By the tenth smack Tali’s eyes were watering, her plump purple cheeks burning and blushing as Akiriha gave the swell of her rump a loving caress. For a moment she thought it was over, and then the next slap came. Tali could feel the soft flesh of her ass ripple and shake with the impact, barely having stopped it’s quivering before the next spank came to the other cheek.

Twenty strikes passed, Tali’s tongue lolling in a breathless pant as her ass was turned darker and darker hues by her owner’s palm.

Thirty strikes. Tali’s cunt was awash with need, the giggling of her sisters as they watched and masturbated to her punishment filling her with exhibitionistic delight.

Forty strikes. Tali’s head was supported only by Akiriha’s free hand, her body limp as she drooled and took her beating without complaint.

Fifty strikes. Tali’s bare bottom was a warm pink colour now and Akiriha’s uniform had a conspicuous wet patch where the poor Quarian had rubbed her cunt against her. The punishment was over, and all the watching Quarians had certainly gotten the message.

Tali whimpered as she was lifted and laid on the floor, her cheek resting on the cool metal, her senses slowly coming back to her.

“Do you think she’s learned her lesson?” she heard Akiriha ask.

“No!” A chorus of giggling Quarians replied.

Akiriha smirked, grabbing her by the hips and tugging her ass up into the air. Tali had time enough to let out a whine of confusion before Akiriha hilted herself to the root inside her asshole. A squeal of pain burst from Tali’s lips as her pucker was stretched wide and her raw cheeks were smacked once more by her owner’s hips. In an instant, her squeal was drawn into a cacophony of moans and squeaks and whimpers as Akiriha set to work pounding her, dry fucking her abused rump until Tali was sobbing and squirting onto the floor, a mindless, ruined wreck.

Even through the pain, the bliss of having her guts pumped full of sperm brought a smile to Tali’s face, one tinged with relief as at last Akiriha’s thrusts paused.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Akiriha breathed into her ear.

Tali nodded, too weak to speak.

“You won’t disobey me ever again?”

She shook her head and whimpered as her owner gently lifted her up and draped her over one shoulder. As she was carried off to Akiriha’s cabin, the engineer gave her a gentle pat on her blushing rump. “Good girl.”

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Liara's attempt to save Shepard from Aria's clutches predictably ends with her body and mind shattered and remade to join Samara and Morinth as a happy, obedient bimbo whore.

This piece was made by Loreleia to accompany the latest chapter of Slaves of Omega!

Friendship Exercises

Liara wasn't too pleased to find that Jack had moved on Shepard during her absence on Illium, thankfully her resources as Shadow Broker made putting Jack back in her place almost effortless.

 This piece was made by the lovely Loreleia to accompany nothing more than my love for Jack.

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Becoming Jodie

Because of non-patreon friendly stuff, Hope's Eden has moved over to Hentai Foundry, instead here's a real old piece I wrote about a thing.

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“Hey, Twink!”

Ethan cringed immediately at the rough, growling voice and hid his face in his scarf. Marcelene was stalking towards him, heavy, iron-capped boots crunching through the snow. She was six feet nine inches of cruelty and bad attitude, wrapped up in a ragged band t-shirt and an old battered leather jacket. Short-cropped blonde hair was like peach-fuzz over her scalp, her eyes were a startling violet and were narrowed with contempt.

She was on him in a second, shoving him roughly to the snow-covered ground. He let out a dull grunt of pain and curled in on himself as Marcelene and her girls closed ranks around him. “H… hi Mar.”

“Don’t ‘hi Mar’ me, you snivelling reject.” Marcelene growled, stamping on his ribs hard. He writhed with pain and let out a truly miserable croak, his breath knocked from his lungs. “I got a fucking thirty on that essay you wrote. A fucking thirty!”

“I’m… sorry.”

“Oh fuck off.” Marcelene sneered, “What were you doing?”

“I… I had other homework.”

“If I fail this class, I’ll fucking beat you to death.” Marcelene hissed, kicking snow onto him and stalking away, flanked by her followers. Ethan hissed and pressed a palm to his ribs, slowly getting up and brushing snow off his soaked clothes. He stood and sighed weakly, staring at the receding figure of Marcelene as she stamped off.

God she was fucking magnificent.

“Lemarr.”

Ethan jumped again and spun on his heel, staring up at the familiar figure of Mrs Vogt, the school’s headmistress and his worst nightmare. She was the prime example of a fully mature alpha futa, seven feet of lean muscle and well-known superiority. She was in her mid-forties, Austrian, stern and silver haired. Her eyes were a bright, predatory red and glinted aggressively behind her thin-rimmed glasses.

“Mrs Vogt.” He stammered. “I… I was just…”

“Follow.” Vogt growled, turning and pacing back into the school Ethan had only just escaped from.

The Thatchbrick academy was one of the finest private schools in the country, notoriously difficult to get into, especially for males. He was in his second year, and any hope of him getting any respect from his classmates was well and truly gone. Even if he hadn’t been marked as Marcelene’s favourite punchbag, he was quiet and ordinary and entirely uninteresting. Ethan hugged himself nervously as Vogt’s heels clicked on the hard, cold floor, the last of his fellow students either shooting knowing smirks or pitying grimaces at him as they passed on their way to their dorms across campus.

“Sit.” Vogt said simply as they stepped into her office, a room as big as Ethan’s flat with a wide mahogany desk set at its centre. Ethan swallowed and obeyed, wincing as Vogt folded her hands behind her back and sighed. “Once again, I see you fail to stand up for yourself.”

“Ma’am?”

“It has not gone unnoticed by me that Marcelene has picked you as her favourite victim.” Vogt sighed, toying with her glasses. “Two years now, and you are yet to stand up to her once.”

“H… have you seen her?” Ethan laughed weakly.

Vogt raised a thin brow, the barest hint of a smile showing on her thin lips. “Marcelene is an alpha in the making, it is true. And yet even with that, I would expect you to have fought back just once, futile though it would be.” She sighed and took her glasses off, cleaning them with a silk handkerchief from one pocket. “There are precious few males in my school, Lemarr, and I do despise the meetings I must have with the equality board as it is. Having a male being bullied so openly makes matters more difficult for me still, so it seems I have little choice but to act.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“I think you do.” Vogt snapped, immediately shutting him up. “I think you have not fought back for the simple reason that you do not want to. That you enjoy Marcelene’s attention, violent though it may be.” She stepped behind her desk and produced a stack of papers. Ethan recognised them as pieces of homework, all written by him.

“Ma’am…”

Vogt hushed him and rested a finger on the stack. “Do you know what I learn from these pieces, Ethan?” Ethan swallowed at the sound of his name, an odd shiver travelling down his spine.

“No ma’am.”

“I learn of a young person who is deeply unhappy. A young person who does not know their place on this earth and who is too afraid to do what they truly want and be what they truly wish to be.” Vogt said, voice soft and gentle. “Your writings all feature a particular type of female protagonist; I cannot help but wonder if a part of you craves to be like them?”

Ethan croaked breathlessly, shivering and tightening his grip on his scarf. Vogt’s eyes scanned up and down him and she nodded. “It is not uncommon.” She said quietly. “Our society is built for the majority, life may well be good for the futa, and for the female of course… but males often feel unappreciated and… unnecessary.”

Ethan remained silent.

“Ethan, do you believe that you would be happier, were you a female?”

“I… I think about it… sometimes.” He admitted weakly. “I always liked being with girls when I was a kid. I played with them, had sleepovers… I grew my hair long and I wore makeup and… it always felt good. Better than when I was at school, or at home when I had to be me.”

Vogt smiled kindly and laced her fingers together. “Ethan… I may not be able to transform you into a female, but I may be able to help you nonetheless.”

“Wh… what do you mean?” he asked, swallowing. She pursed her lips and pinched her brow impatiently.

“You don’t want to be suspended I presume.” She said, “So I will help you become someone more in line with who you desire to be… do we have a deal?”

“But… I don’t…” Ethan mumbled, “I mean… why?”

“As I said, I’m not particularly interested in any more scrutiny from the equality board.” Vogt said impatiently, “Now do we have a deal, or shall I leave you to your masochism?”

“I… you can really help me?”

“I believe so.” Vogt smiled slightly. “Though it will require commitment, and obedience on your part.”

“I… I can do that.”

“Good.”

Vogt reached into her desk and produced a bottle of a pearly purple liquid. “You will take this twice a day, every day, without fail.” She said sternly. “Understood?”

“What will it do?”

“It will rebalance your hormones and prepare your body for the changes I will be guiding you through.” She handed the bottle to him and patted his cheek in an oddly affectionate way. “One cap, twice a day. I will send for you when you are ready.” She stood and smoothed down her blazer, letting out a quiet breath as she pushed her glasses up. Ethan stood awkwardly and took a few steps towards the door before pausing.

“How will this change me… exactly?” he asked, blushing and hanging his head at Vogt’s impatient scowl. “I… I guess I’m kinda nervous.”

Vogt pursed her lips and nodded understandingly. “It will be… subtle, at first. I doubt you will see much change for the first week. But, when it begins to show, your hair will begin to grow longer, your voice will become more feminine. A little longer and your bodies distribution of fat will begin to change… you’ll notice your hips will become fuller, and you’ll start developing breasts.”

“So… I’ll be a girl?”

“Your penis will not be affected.” Vogt said flatly. “You will be feminine, an approximation of a futa, but not a particularly impressive one, perhaps a Gamma if you are fortunate.”

“Wh… what about school? People will notice, and when I do… transition. Everyone will know who I used to be.” Ethan frowned.

“It’s almost the end of term, the year’s final exams are next week. You won’t be showing any changes by then and afterwards you may isolate yourself if you truly wish to completely reinvent your identity.” Vogt smiled slightly. “You are not the first person to feel wrong in their body, I am happy to help you, truly… if you do have questions you may come and ask.”

Ethan bowed his head and smiled. “Th… thank you, for this.”

“You’re welcome, Lemarr.” Vogt said, suddenly her usual stern self. “Now go home, I have other concerns to deal with tonight.”

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Two weeks later, Ethan stared at himself, or herself, or themself, in the mirror. Pronouns were still a little difficult. All her life she’d been a he, it was almost instinct to call herself by her old male pronouns, and she still called herself Ethan despite how her body had changed. Still, anyone looking at her wouldn’t doubt she was a she.

She pursed her lips, each a little plumper and a little pinker than before, and unfolded her arms. She’d always been small and skinny next to others, unimpressive next to the other boys and utterly dwarfed by the futas her age. She’d put on a little weight, enough that her ribs weren’t visible anymore, so she was a little less bony, now more of a petite build. Her soft pale skin was beginning to swell at the rear, and each of her rosy pink nipples tingled uncomfortably, unreasonably sensitive.

Her hair had grown from an untidy mop of black curls into a raging mane that fell to her shoulders. Ethan’s favourite part of her transition so far. She’d spent hours playing with it over the last couple of days, washing and brushing through it, experimenting with all the different shampoos and conditioners she’d bought, even trying to follow along with some hairstyle tutorials of YouTube, but failing miserably.

She sighed and flashed a happy smile at her reflection, hands stroking down over her svelte belly to the only real manful part of her body left. Her cock twitched at the contact, it too far more sensitive than usual. She bit her lip and petted it fondly before turning and admiring herself a little more. Mrs Vogt had told her that her hips and breasts would be developing after the second week, and whilst her rump was beginning to put on a little more mass, her chest was still flat and nubile. She sighed and ran a hand over her side.

There was a sound outside of the bathroom and she frowned, sticking her head out of the door into her bedroom, where a letter had been slipped under the door. She picked it up and felt her heart flutter: Mrs Vogt’s handwriting was as elegant as she was.

Lemarr

Today marks the second week of your transition. I imagine you are feeling quite strange. Come to my office for tea and we’ll talk.

Ethan bit her lip and read over the letter again.

She smiled.

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Walking through campus was so strange, seeing people she’d known for years pass by without recognising her was bizarre. She’d used what little was left of the term’s student loan to buy herself an outfit, new boots that crunched through the snow. A light blue blouse that rested daintily over her shoulders, and a nice new coat that was buttoned tight over herself. The only thing she wasn’t wearing were the jeans, which were too snug around the waist thanks to Ethan’s failure to anticipate her blossoming hips.

She froze in a moment of horror as she saw Marcelene stalking towards her. She was alone, head down looking at her phone. Ethan stood transfixed as she prowled closer. Her brow was furrowed in frustration, her lips curled in an irritated scowl. She still looked so powerful and beautiful that Ethan couldn’t help but tremble.

Marcelene looked up in surprise as she walked up to her, confused to find some strange girl staring at her in the middle of the path. Usually people knew well enough to get out of her way. “Who are you?” she growled, violet eyes darting up and down Ethan curiously.

“I… I’m… I’m…” Ethan stammered, voice high and squeaky from terror.

“New girl, huh?” Marcelene sniffed. “Welcome to Thatchbrick.”

“Th… thanks.”

Marcelene smirked and put her hands on her hips. “Shy little kitten, aren’t you?”

“I… I’m just… new.” Ethan managed to mumble. “It’s strange… and… I don’t know anyone here.”

“Name’s Marcelene.” Marcelene hummed, reaching out a hand. Ethan blushed and took it; it was the first time she and Marcelene had touched that hadn’t left her on the floor groaning with pain. “You gonna tell me your name or do I have to give you a new one?”

“I… I… I’m…” Ethan whimpered. “J… Jodie! My name is Jodie!”

“Nice meeting you.” Marcelene smiled. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Um… yeah… ok.” Ethan nodded. “I’ll see you!”

Marcelene looked her over again before smirking again and stalking away, boots kicking up the snow as she went. It was all Ethan could do to keep her legs from falling out from under her, her heart pounding and her cheeks burning. It was a couple seconds before she realised she’d been staring at Marcelene’s ass, hugged tight by her jeans as she walked away.

She hurried to Mrs Vogt’s office and knocked politely; she couldn’t help but grin at the second of confusion that flashed in her crimson eyes. Vogt recovered quickly, a small impressed smile coming to her lips.

“My, I hadn’t expected such quick change from you.” she said softly, “Please, come in.”

“I… I met Marcelene on the way here.” Ethan told her, sitting down at a small table that had been laid with sandwiches and tea. Vogt arched a brow and sat opposite. “She was really nice to me.”

“She always had an eye for a pretty face.” Vogt chuckled softly. Ethan couldn’t help but blush.

“You… think I’m pretty?”

“You’ve developed quite nicely.” Vogt smiled. “I hope there’s been no problems with your transition?”

“No… but I don’t think my… breasts are starting to grow.” Ethan mumbled. “My nipples are kinda sensitive but… I’m not getting any bigger.”

“Hmm, that is to be expected.” Vogt nodded. “The rest of your transition has been remarkably fast, it seems the development of your breasts are simply taking their time. Then again it might also be that your breasts will be as petite as you are.”

“I… I can’t thank you enough. Ma’am.” Ethan whispered. 

Vogt chuckled and nodded, toying with her glasses. “As I said, you’re not the first.” she said. “Have you chosen a name yet?”

“Jodie.” Ethan smiled quietly. “Marcelene asked and I just… blurted it out.”

“Jodie.” Vogt repeated, rolling the name around her mouth. “It fits. You know… you’ve become quite the beautiful young girl. I’m proud.”

“Thank you.” Jodie blushed.

“That being said… there is more to learn than how to style your hair.” She continued, lacing her fingers. “You may be, in the eyes of the world, a futa, but you are yet to learn your place in the hierarchy.”

“Pl… place?”

“I am an Alpha.” Vogt hummed, “I am powerful and intelligent and virile. A beta is… impressive, if subservient, born to follow and support an Alpha. Gammas make the most of the rest, they are all but indistinguishable from females, save for their genitalia. If you are lucky, when you are finished developing that is what you will be. If not, there is those lowest in the hierarchy, the Omegas.”

“And… what are they like?”

“Subservient.” Vogt smiled. “Meek, shy… submissive. Often their craving for sexual domination is matched only by their desperate need for an Alpha or Beta to own them.”

Ethan’s cheeks were burning. She was almost ashamed of how hard she was. Mrs Vogt cleaned her glasses and smiled, her bright red eyes lingering on Ethan’s lips. “I believe the choices you make in the next few moments will determine what you will become a Gamma or an Omega.”

“Wh… What choices?”

“Do you wish to pursue Marcelene?” Vogt sighed, “Do you want to be hers?”

“I… yeah.” Ethan nodded meekly.

“And are you willing to obey me, to be trained so that you can be?”

Ethan bit her lip and clasped her hands together under the table, pressing down on her cock. “Y… yes.”

“Really?” Mrs Vogt hummed, leaning forwards. “Are you really so eager?”

“Marcelene is… incredible.” Ethan whispered. “And… I’ve been so happy these past two weeks… it’s like this is what I’m meant to be, who I’m meant to be. I want this so much.”

“In that case, I suppose you will need to be trained.” Vogt said simply, standing and straightening her tie. “I had hoped you would be a Gamma, live a nice, normal life. You are such a smart young person. Oh well… we should begin.”

“B… begin?”

“Yes, Jodie. Begin.” Vogt nodded. Jodie grinned at the first time being called by her name and slowly slipped out of her chair, holding her hands tight against her cock as it strained against her blouse. “On your knees.”

“Wh… why?”

“Because if you are going to be Marcelene’s pet, you need to learn two important lessons: how to obey, and how to handle your mistress’ cock.” Vogt calmly unzipped her fly and let her rod fall out into the open. Jodie whimpered at the sight and knelt; eyes wide as she saw the immense pole of flesh throb invitingly.

She began to crawl towards Vogt on instinct, mouth watering, only for the older woman to tut disapprovingly and halt her with a foot. “First lesson is obedience, Jodie.”

“I… I understand.”

“I understand ‘mistress’” Vogt tutted.

Jodie swallowed and nodded. “Yes, mistress.”

“Good, but an Omega should never question her owner.” The alpha purred softly, scarlet eyes flashing with arousal at the sight of a quivering Omega. “Sit still and be silent, there’s a good girl.”

Jodie opened her mouth to speak before biting her tongue, shuffling restlessly on her knees as Vogt’s hand began to wander lazily up and down her shaft. God it was so long, and so thick, pulsing beneath Vogt’s slender digits, throbbing with an alpha’s virility.

Her eyes followed the slow, patient movements of Vogt’s hand, saliva building under her tongue as, even meters away, the scent of the headmistress’ musk invaded her senses. The pheromones of a futa were intoxicating to all women to some degree, but only the potency of an alpha could turn males into infatuated submissives as well, overpowering the biological barriers to sway even non-potential mates.

Vogt was an alpha of almost unparalleled potency, and Jodie was barely even recognisable as a male anymore. She was swimming in the mind-melting chemicals, her eyes watering and her cock painfully pulsing between her legs.

Vogt let out a low croon after a few moments of toying with herself, biting a pale lip before curling a finger in a slow, deliberate motion.

Jodie swallowed and crawled close, whimpering as Vogt took her chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Open your mouth.”

The alpha purred as Jodie obeyed, her already blushing cheeks almost glowing red as Vogt lined her head up with the girl’s gaping maw and stroked faster.

Jodie gagged at the first rope of pearly sperm landed on her tongue with an audible splat. The salty, bitter flavour was unlike anything she’d tasted before, but as she spluttered more thick wads of cum rained down onto her. she fought to keep her mouth open, but when at last Vogt’s seed stopped much of her face was splattered with white.

Vogt tutted sternly and forced her face back up to look her in the eye, allowing herself a small smile at Jodie’s embarrassment. “You’ve made quite the mess, but for your first time you were acceptable. How is the taste?”

“I…” Jodie mumbled, “I like it?”

“You don’t sound sure.” Vogt chuckled.

Jodie swallowed and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth.

“I didn’t at first but… I… I..” She trailed off, eyes focussing on a single bead of pearly white still clinging to Vogt’s head. She only realised she’d been leaning forwards when Vogt stopped her with a stern cough. She blinked and looked meekly up at the alpha, who arched a single brow.

“M…may I… please clean your c… cock.” She croaked desperately, “Ma’am?”

Vogt chuckled and gave a single nod, inspecting her immaculate nails as Jodie lapped at her cock like a girl starved getting her first chance at a good meal. Soon enough Vogt’s cock was clean, and Jodie was tugged away with a pitiful whine of protest.

“Our lessons will continue later this week.” Vogt smiled simply, “Keep your distance from Marceline, I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself.”

“I… y… yes ma’am.”

“Oh, and seeing as I will be your alpha for the time being, I shall be treating you as if you were one of my own Omegas.” The headmistress sighed, standing and cleaning her glasses again before lifting Jodie to her feet. “You can expect a package of your new clothing to arrive soon, arrangements for your make-up and jewellery will take a little longer, but I shall handle them as well. In the meanwhile, I encourage you to explore your body as it changes, both sexually and aesthetically.”

“Wh… what?”

“Develop a style, explore your body.” Vogt tutted impatiently. “You are an anal virgin I assume, perhaps you should get a head-start on our lessons by experimenting? Saffron Industries has an excellent selection of vibrators, dildos and buttplugs, I highly recommend them.” A hand swatted her rump and Jodie squeaked, stumbling out of the room just as she realised Vogt had been leading her out in the first place. “Expect my letter.”

“B… but!” Jodie stammered, turning and pouting back at Vogt just in time for the door to shut in her face.

She stared at the door for a moment, pressing her erection down as it tented her blouse. She glanced nervously up and down the corridors before scurrying towards her dorm, heart pattering in her chest, grinning giddily all the way home.

The Bat and The Bird. Chapter Three.

A continuation of the story commissioned by a Patron.

After Harper injures her wrist she is forced to stay behind whilst Kate patrols Gotham's streets. Left to her own devices, Harper decides to surprise her lover when she comes home.

-o-o-o-

“Harper, I’m home.” Batwoman called, closing the window she’d come through and drawing the curtains.

There was no response and she frowned. “Harper? Hello?”

A quiet sound came from the playroom as she stepped out of her boots. 

Kate raised an eyebrow under her mask. Either someone had broken into the apartment and had stumbled into the BDSM heaven she kept, or Harper was waiting for her. She certainly hoped for the latter but tapped her gauntlet just to be sure.

There had been no security breaches.

Kate’s lip curled into a pleased smile.

Harper whined at the sound of the door, her head rising to stare blindly to where Kate stood. She was kneeling on a plump cushion, having donned some enticing lingerie and a soft blindfold tied snug around her eyes. 

This evening’s choice was not one of the latex numbers, instead a soft, pale blue babydoll draped daintily over her body. Kate bit her lip, admiring Harper’s figure through the semi-transparent lace, her broad hips and powerful thighs, the subtle swell of her sweet little tits, the gentle quiver of her lower lip as she anticipated Kate’s response to her surprise. Even the bulky cast on Harper’s right wrist couldn’t lessen her submissive allure.

Kate had wasted no time having her measured for her own wardrobe, and now Harper had almost as many slutty get-ups as Kate had herself. It was strange how wearing a costume could give her such a thrill after all her time as a vigilante, but fuck if Harper didn’t love squeezing herself into one of the costumes her mistress had so generously gifted her.

“Well well well.” Kate purred, slipping into domspace as easily as she shed her cloak, letting the weighted fabric fall heavily to the floor. “What a lovely surprise to come home to.”

“H… how was your patrol?” Harper asked before quickly adding, “Ma’am.”

“Slow, just the usual petty thugs.” Kate purred, removing her cowl and shaking her hair free. “And how was your day, pet?”

“Um… quiet.” Harper said quietly, following Kate’s voice as the older woman paced around the room.

“How are the online courses going?”

Harper’s cheeks flushed. She’d felt guilty enough about Kate having her in her home, training her, caring for her, treating her to regular nights of passion with items and concepts Harper had never even heard of before. Now Kate was even paying for her to take online courses at Gotham University.

“You really didn’t have to.” Harper mumbled for the countless time.

“I enjoy spoiling you.” Kate smirked, stroking a hand over Harper’s scalp before tightening her grip on her hair. “But not enough to forgive your rudeness.”

“Ah! S… sorry ma’am.” Harper whimpered, biting her lip as Kate’s grip loosened and fondly petted her head. “I’m very grateful, Ma’am.”

“Good girl.” Kate purred before gently untying the blindfold. “I appreciate the initiative, pet, but I've had a long night.”

“Oh.” Harper blushed. “Right… course.”

Kate smiled at her awkwardness, caressing her cheek before pinching her chin. “No need for the long face.” She breathed, stooping to press a gentle kiss to Harper’s lips. “What I’m in the mood for is a nice, relaxing evening with my faithful pet.” She straightened up and placed her hands on her hips, “Undress me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Harper said with a nervous edge to her voice, rising up on her knees and bringing her nimble fingers to Kate’s belt. Even with only her left at peak performance she made quick work of the buckle and brought the heavy red loop to the ground. Kate’s gauntlets were next, the straps undone clumsily and then tugged off one after the other. The top of her suit was undone from the front, a central zip tugged down as Harper blushed and stared up at Kate’s patient expression. The layers of armour clicked apart and finally spread, baring Kate’s abs and sweat-licked skin.

“Oh… w… wow.” Harper mumbled, coming face-to-face with Kate’s abs. They were always an impressive sight but just after a night-long workout when they were stark and sweaty, they were hypnotic.

“Don’t get distracted.” Kate growled.

“Sorry ma’am.” Harper nodded quickly before turning attention to Kate’s pants, peeling the snug fabric from muscular thighs and tugging them down until her mistress stepped neatly out and took her by the scalp. “Uh?” Harper managed to gasp before her chin was tipped up and her face pressed snug between Kate’s thighs. 

Kate pulled her underwear to the side and forced Harper deep against her sex and the girl moaned at the sudden heat, the supple skin and taut muscle caressing her cheeks as her lips met Kate’s. Harper’s pointed nose found itself nuzzled in the neatly trimmed landing strip of scarlet above Kate’s cunt as her tongue obediently slithered out and pressed flat to her mistress’ petals. Sweat and exertion amplified the familiar scent and taste of Kate’s pussy, making Harper moan and tremble beneath her.

“There we are.” Kate smiled, breath hitching as Harper set to work. “Ah, I’ll never get tired of seeing those big blue eyes staring up at me.”

Harper mumbled softly, flushing dark as she gripped Kate by the thighs, tongue delving deep into her womanhood, flicking and swirling and doing every trick Kate had meticulously taught her over many passionate nights of submissive education.

Kate tousled Harper’s hair as the girl put her all into her work, blushing almost as red as Kate’s hair as she gorged on the familiar taste of her owner’s arousal. It was lovely, but only a warmup, and once she was ready Kate pulled Harper from between her thighs to a mew of protest. Harper’s tongue still lolled, trailing a thin string of Kate’s arousal and her spit as she panted up at her mistress in confusion. “Wh… wasn’t… I doing a good job?” she asked, lip quivering.

“You were doing fine.” Kate smirked cruelly. “Now, take off my underwear.”

“Yes ma’am.” Harper nodded, ducking her face back to Kate’s pussy and taking her panties between her teeth. Kate laughed as her pet dragged her underwear down to her ankles, pressing a few affectionate kisses to her feet after she’d dropped the panties like a dog with a chew-toy.

“Now the bra.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Harper rose slowly, making her way up Kate’s body with kisses and licks and the occasional curious sniff. The salt of Kate’s sweat was intoxicating, and Harper found herself wishing she could lick every last inch of pale alabaster flesh her mistress had. Soft kisses were peppered over Kate’s thigh and belly before Harper reached her breasts, fumbling with the clasp resting just over her cleavage for a moment before succeeding in snapping it open. As Kate easily shrugged her bra aside her breasts swung free, a sight that made Harper whimper with need.

She pressed close, nuzzling her face between her mistress’ tits and hugging her tight. Kate indulged her for a few moments before landing a harsh smack to a plump asscheek that made her pet yelp.

“I didn’t say you were allowed to touch my breasts, pet.” She growled, taking Harper by the jaw and walking her to the bed. She gave the trembling thing a sharp push that sent her tumbling onto her back. “That’s going to cost you.”

“I’m sorry ma’am… I couldn’t resist.” Harper whined. “Forgive me?”

“You’ll have to earn forgiveness.” Kate tutted, stepping onto the bed and pressing Harper down with one foot.

“Whatever you want.” Harper nodded.

“Always reliable.” Kate sighed, kneeling down and sitting herself down on Harper’s face. “Get to work pet, maybe once you’ve finished, I’ll let you cum.”

“Yhs mhyym.” Harper managed from beneath her ass, gingerly taking Kate by the hips and pressing her tongue back into her mistress’ welcoming hole.

Kate sighed softly as Harper set to work, brushing her hands over her hair before stroking them down her body, petting her breasts before resting on her thighs. She rolled her hips gently to match the ravenous licks Harper delivered to her sopping petals, but kept her moans hushed to keep Harper from knowing what a good job she was doing.

As Harper spread her thighs to show off her own gushing pussy, Kate surveyed the playroom thoughtfully. After a little over two months of her mentorship with her young pet they had barely made a dent into the vast stores of toys and fantasies Kate had stored over her years. Crops and plugs and clamps all lay untouched in their places, outfits that had never been worn hung neat in the wardrobes. If she only had the chance, she’d love to take a vacation from her work and spend a week taking Harper through every perverted fantasy the items that lined the walls afforded.

She could imagine Harper in her latex maid’s uniform, blushing and drooling around a ball gag as she slipped bead after bead into her tight young asshole. Or the girl lashed to an x-frame, her nipples clamped and her eyes rolling as the tiny, powerful little egg-vibrators snug inside her turned up to eleven. Or Harper’s plump, heart-shaped rump bearing a long, coiling cat’s tail, plugged firmly into her ass, the girl made to crawl and mew and lick obediently at her owner’s feet until Kate finally indulged her by letting her taste her pussy.

Kate purred and chewed her lip, one hand raking through Harper’s bright hair as she began to roll her hips a little faster. Harper’s moans and grunts of lust were coming faster now too, her delight at being able to feast on Kate’s nectar quickly overwhelming the part of her urging restraint and finesse in favour of pure, unfiltered passion. It was always sweet to see Harper blush and get all flustered at her teases, but Kate wouldn’t change a thing about her dear pet. Her terror at letting Kate down was a little worrying, but no less adorable when it led to Harper stammering and blushing and avoiding eye contact, only for Kate’s affection to make her glow and blush all the more.

“Hah.” Kate gasped, feeling her climax roll through her suddenly. Her grip tightened on Harper’s hair and the girl whined, jerking her hips upwards as Kate’s nectar flowed over her tongue, sharp and tart but sweet as honey. “Oh… fuck.”

She remained in place for a few moments before rolling to one side, sighing and smiling to herself as Harper licked her lips and cautiously cuddled close. “Was… that good?”

“Wonderful, pet.” Kate smiled tiredly. “Would you mind if… we put this session on hold until morning?”

Harper looked disappointed for an instant before smiling and nodding.

“No, that’s ok.” Harper said. “You’re really that tired?”

“Come here.” Kate sighed, taking Harper by the waist and tugging her tight to her belly. Her head pillowed by Kate’s breasts; Harper let out a low, happy breath as her lover’s fingers laced over her belly. “It was a long day, that’s all.”

“I heard you leave at seven.” Harper nodded quietly, a shiver running down her spine as Kate kissed the back of her neck. “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere important, just had errands to run.” Kate hummed. “How’s the wrist?”

“It only hurts if I knock it.” Harper pouted, noting how quickly Kate switched subjects.

“Well it’s a valuable lesson in knowing who and what to punch. You may well be able to lay out your average goon, but Croc’s hide is tough as stone.”

“Believe me, I know.” Harper winced.

“You’re not having trouble typing?”

“No.” Harper laughed softly, “No I’m fine.”

“I’m glad to hear it love.” Kate whispered, squeezing Harper tightly and pressing her nose to her nape. “I know you’re not used to relying on other people, but I’m happy to get you whatever you need.”

“I know.” Harper whispered back, reaching to caress the crimson hair behind her head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love.” Kate sighed sleepily, her eyes closing and her grip on Harper loosening into a gentle, unconscious embrace.

Harper smiled and snapped her fingers to shut off the lights, pressing back against Kate as the older hero cuddled her tight.

In Mother's Care. Prologue.

A Commission for Dummy.

Nineteen year old Isabelle has fallen victim to a magical plague, one that transforms the bodies of it's victims in wild and unpredictable ways. With a whole new body and a cock desperate for attention, she is sent away to a convent to be cared for and taught how to come to terms with her changes. Her mentor, Mother Linna, has other ideas.

-o-o-o-

“I can manage that myself, thanks.” Isabelle growled, slapping the hand of the nun beside her away from her bag. The green-skinned nun pursed her lips before stepping back, letting the younger girl hoist her heavy suitcase up the small step and stalk through the door to her new home. A thin tongue flickered out disapprovingly as the lizard watched her scowl at her room, eyes pausing on the second bed in the dim little space. “Why two beds?”

“Mother Linna will be sharing you cell as your mentor.” The nun sniffed.

“Not enough I’m stuck in this prison, I have to be watched 24/7, huh?” Isabelle snarled.

The lizard nun’s tongue flickered impatiently and her yellow eyes narrowed. “The convent is not a prison.” She said coldly before turning and sweeping away, long tail flicking as it escaped the back of her robes. “Mother Linna will arrive shortly and begin your initiation.”

Isabelle scowled after her and slammed the heavy wooden door to her new room shut. She found herself in near complete darkness after the satisfying crash of wood and stone, swearing before fumbling over the walls to find the curtains. She flung them open and swore again, seeing that with the low dusk light and such a thin window, there was barely any difference at all.

She slumped heavily into her new bed and stared at the cold stone ceiling. She wasn’t going to cry, she had promised herself that days ago when her parents had first told her they were sending her away, but it was getting harder to resist the urge to sob with anger and fear and frustration and all the other emotions boiling up inside her.

The Sickness had come in the night, her body being twisted as she slept like some horrific joke on puberty. She’d gone to bed a small, chubby brunette with shy brown eyes and a stammer, and she’d woken up a tall, lean blonde with piercing blue eyes and a voice that wasn’t her own anymore.

A low groan escaped her as her cock throbbed, straining against the fabric of her jeans with angry impatience. She balled her fists, determined not to touch it no matter how insistent it was on not being ignored.

She’d always thought of The Sickness as some far-away magical problem, like the mountain giants or the great deep mermaids. Something big and mysterious that she would never really have to think about, where would she meet a giant or a mermaid in her quiet little town after all? The Sickness was something that happened to people far away in the cities, not one person in the vale had ever even fell ill before… until her.

She swallowed and folded her arms tightly over her new thin belly. It wasn’t fair, she’d never done anything to make herself vulnerable to the changes, never had contact with any of the Faunakind or magicians. She’d stayed at home and painted and lived a content life knowing her and normal village were perfectly safe from all the ‘unnaturals.’

She groaned again as her cock swelled, pressing painfully to the front of her jeans to a low creak of denim. She wasn’t going to touch it, she refused.

There was a knock at the door and she sat up like a shot, pressing her hands down on her crotch. “What?”

The door swung open and a new nun stepped inside, smiling gently to her before closing the door and taking a seat on the opposite bed. She was a larger woman, her heavy frame bearing wide soft hips and truly massive breasts. Her face was round and kind, it was also covered by a thick white fur. 

Isabelle had never had any contact with the Faunakind before being sent to the convent, so recognising what animal the people she’d come in contact with was a little difficult. Mother Linna was definitely a dog of some kind, big and fluffy with a pair of droopy ears atop her head. Her coat was mostly black, though where it met her white underbelly streaks of rich copper mixed between the two. A mop of black hair sat atop her head, cut into a messy bob and only visible thanks to the fact Linna was not wearing her habit.

“Good evening.” She said in a low, breathy voice, gently tinted by a swiss accent, “You must be Isabelle.”

“Mother Linna, right?” Isabelle said shortly, “Guess you’re my cellmate.”

Linna laughed quietly. “I suppose I am.”

“Something funny?”

Linna observed her with big brown eyes before tilting her head. “Did you know the word Cell comes from the French Celle, which itself derives from the Latin Cella meaning chamber?”

Isabelle blinked. “Huh?”

“That’s all it means really, chamber.” Linna hummed. “A cell is just a room.”

“I don’t…”

“This Convent is just a building, and this cell is just a room. You can call them whatever you like, but ultimately this place is here to help you, as am I.”

“How exactly?” Isabelle frowned, “Indoctrinating me into a cult?”

“Our order is dedicated to helping and healing those in need.” Linna shrugged, “If you wish to join us you would be welcome, though we are short on space to be truthful.” She laughed again and stood up, brushing down her robes. 

“I am your mentor, so I will be living with you and guiding you along your path to coming to terms with your changes” Linna said, “Please, stand.”

“Why?”

“So that I can get a good look at you.” Linna smiled, “I won’t bite.” Isabelle slowly rose and hugged her waist as Linna circled her, humming to herself. “You’re quite lovely, were you like this before the changes?”

“No.”

“Your whole physique changed, not just your genitals?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm, I understand how traumatic that can be, I was quite different after my change.”

Linna’s hand tapped at Isabelle’s arm and the girl reluctantly brought both down to her sides. “How?”

“Ah, I used to be much taller.” Linna chuckled. “Had quite a talent for Basketball, but afterwards… well, I have trouble reaching high shelves these days.”

She circled around in front of Isabelle and smiled up at her, resting her hands on her hips. “I think we shall get along.”

Isabelle sniffed. “Sure.”

“Now, take off your clothes.”

“What?!”

“Come on.” Linna sighed, neatly lifting her robes over her head and dropping them to the floor. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Isabelle gawped as Linna’s heavy furred breasts swung free and her cock bobbed to attention, a good seven or eight inches of surprisingly human-looking meat complete with a foreskin lightly covered by a pale white fuzz. 

“Uhhh.”

“I know this is embarrassing.” Linna said gently, taking Isabelle’s belt in her hands. “But I need to see.”

Isabelle gulped as the nun slowly pulled her pants down. Her cock saw its opportunity and bounced free with a victorious pulse of arousal, throbbing and twitching with Isabelle’s heartbeat.

“My word.” Linna purred, gently stroking along the length. “That is a lovely cock.”

“Er… listen.” Isabelle stammered as Linna’s hand closed around her length, beginning to gently stroke her back and forth.

“Ah ah.” Linna tutted, suddenly all business. Her smile had an edge to it now, there was a hungry glint in her eye that made Isabelle quiver. “Let me work for a moment.”

“But…”

“Hush.” Linna growled.

Isabelle hushed.

She stood and shivered as the nun gave her a gentle, curious handjob, soft furred hands playing with her newly-grown manhood with clear experience. It wasn’t long until Isabelle was mewing under Linna’s touch, her knees quaking as her virgin cock delighted in the attention.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Linna hummed, glancing up at her blushing face. “You haven’t played with your new toy yet?”

“It’s… n… not natural.” Isabelle squeaked.

“But it’s a part of you nonetheless.” Linna tutted. “It’s hungry… aching… doesn’t it hurt?”

“Y… yes.”

Linna pursed her lips and sighed. “Oh child… this change is not merely physical, it’s mental as well. Your mind is screaming out, telling you to mate. Your body has been remade into a perfect breeding stud; you need to cum like you need to eat now. Refusing these urges is keeping your body from levelling out, your hormones are just going to build and build until you explode.”

“But I don’t want it!” Isabelle whined. “I don’t want a cock!”

“I know, pup.” Linna smiled sadly, before moving forwards and slipping the first two inches of Isabelle’s cock into her hot, wet mouth.

“Eek! What are you doing!?” Isabelle squealed as Linna’s tongue curled around her shaft, hands darting down to grab the nun by the ears and pull her away. The second her fingers touched Linna’s hair, a low threatening growl emanated from the nun’s lips and her teeth gently pressed down on Isabelle’ cock. “Ahn! S… Sorry!”

“Hrm.” Linna purred before continuing her work.

Isabelle’s mind was racing as Linna bobbed back and forth, her hot, wet tongue rolling around her shaft. The nun was right, she needed this so bad, there was an urge from deep within her screaming for her to grab Linna and breed her, to release her seed deep into her body. A different part of her reminded the dangerous edge of the growl Linna had released, and just how sharp her teeth were when she smiled.

To her surprise, Isabelle felt a thrill run up her spine at the thought.

“Mlah.” Linna sighed, pulled away from her pole and inspecting it curiously. “Is that nice?”

“Yes?” Isabelle blushed nervously.

“Good.” Linna smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Sit.”

“Wh... why?”

“It’ll be easier on your legs.” The nun hummed, shuffling forwards on her knees and pushing Isabelle back until she fell onto the bed with a squeak of surprise. “You’re a virgin, no?”

“Um… y… yes.” Isabelle nodded, blushing furiously.

“I thought so, there was all that attitude before but you’re panicking now.” Linna chuckled. “Don’t worry, everyone is a little scared their first time.”

“Not like this.”

“No… I suppose not.” Linna admitted quietly. “But you are with someone who cares for you, who will guide you, if you let her. In that way you are quite lucky.” She dipped her head forwards and softly drew Isabelle’s cock back between her lips, bobbing back and forth with long, slow movements, her tongue swirling and rolling against Isabelle all the while.

“My mentor when I changed was my first as well.” She said as she moved away with a wet pop, dragging gentle licks up and down each side of Isabelle’s shaft whilst her furry hand cupped the terrified girl’s balls. “She was not so gentle.”

“I don’t want this.” Isabelle whimpered as Linna slipped back down. “I just want to go home… I want to be normal.”

“I know, pup.” Linna sighed, her big brown eyes looking up with sympathy. “But it’s out of our hands now.”

Isabelle whimpered as Linna sucked and licked and kissed at her previously untouched manhood. Her cock rejoiced at the attention, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure through Isabelle’s shaking body. The nun slipped down to Isabelle’s root, furred lips tickling the girl’s crotch, before pulling back and repeating the process over and over until Alex cried out.

“Ah… Linna.” Isabelle whined, hands clinging to her shirt as the nun continued to tease her aching cock with her tongue. “I… feel strange!”

“It’s alright, pup.” Linna purred, her voice a lustful growl. “Let it all out for me.”

Isabelle squealed as her cock throbbed in Linna’s hand, pulsing and shooting a thick, pearl-white rope of sperm across the room against the far wall. Three more impressive spurts shot from her and she fainted dead away, falling into Linna’s welcoming cleavage.

The nun tutted and stroked her cheek. “You poor sweet thing.”

Gently, she rose and lay the girl’s head in her lap, smiling at the peaceful expression her new charge wore as she slept. 

“Sleep, pup, everything will be alright.”

Isabelle whimpered in her sleep, and nuzzled to a soft, furry thigh. She was at peace, for the moment. Linna hoped that in time she would come to be at peace entirely, but it would take patience and affection. 

She sighed and stroked the girl’s hair; it was fortunate she had both to spare.

(Commission) The Clean Room, Chapter Seven.

The continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch. 

The time has come for the Quarians aboard the Raiya to be enslaved, and Tali is all too happy to help her new mistress collar and corrupt every last one of her sisters.

-o-o-o-

Tali let out a whimper as Akiriha grunted behind her, strong blue hands squeezing her naked hips as her cock throbbed and painted the inside of her body blue. “Ah, Mistress… thank you.” she crooned, reaching back to caress her owner’s cheek.

“Hrn, don’t mention it.” Akiriha growled, pressing her nose to Tali’s glossy aubergine hair and drinking in her scent. “I swear your cunt gets tighter every time I fuck you.”

Tali giggled at the compliment and sighed as Akiriha gently slipped her cock from her hole and patted her rear. “God it’s nice having you on hand.”

“Mmmm, I like being able to please you whenever you need me as well.” Tali smiled. She nibbled her lip as Akiriha hugged her, muscle-bound arms squeezing her curves as the huge Asari pressed a kiss to her Quarian’s cheek. Tali could feel her mistress’ heartbeat against her shoulder as they cuddled, her naked lavender skin sweat-licked and supple, caressed by Akiriha’s massive, calloused limbs.

It had been three hours since she’d received her cure, but she knew she’d never get tired of this feeling.

Four other Quarians were stood in the room with them, all as overwhelmed with joy as she was, practically clinging to their Asari owners just to feel their skin on theirs. The cool air of the room slipped over them gently, the carpet on their feet was soft and invited them to wiggle their toes into it. It was bliss, and not just because they’d been free to be used by their owners for the last few hours.

It was the first day of the rest of her life, and Tali didn’t know if her heart could take the excitement. A lifetime of confinement in her suit hadn’t been as difficult as the last two months knowing that a cure was on the way, now it was all worth it, she was free!

She turned and pressed herself tight against Akiriha’s bust, nuzzling her face between her heavy breasts and hugging her tight. The burly Asari chuckled and kissed her scalp, carefully tucking her cock back into her uniform.

There was the hiss of an opening door and Captain K’rain prowled into the little office. All eyes were on her in an instant, looks ranging from respectful from the Asari, and adoring and hungry from the Quarians.

“Ladies.” She said simply, nodding to her crew before smirking at their pets. “Girls.”

The Quarians tittered excitedly at the attention, even Tali felt her face flush, remembering the bliss on Jani’s face as the Captain had blown her load in her womb.

The captain smoothed down her uniform and made her way across the room towards Commander Avana, who was nose-deep in her datapad, making certain everything had been properly arranged.

“Are we ready?” K’rain asked, glancing at the door at the edge of the office, which led out into the mess hall.

“I think so, ma’am.” Avana shrugged, “The Quarian crew have assemble as ordered, our people have filled in the space behind them.”

“Very good.” K’rain purred, looking over the Asari before her and their Quarian property. Her brow creased as she saw Tali and a low sigh passed her lips. “Miss Zorah, I appreciate you are enjoying your new calling, but I must have you presentable for this.” She stepped close and brushed Tali’s hair back into place, wiping up the thin trickle of drool that had escaped her mouth as she’d been moaning. “you’ll have plenty of time to mess her up in just a few moments, Aleta.”

“Of course ma’am, I apologise.” The engineer sighed, brushing her hands over Tali’s naked flesh to make sure she was as neat as she could be.

“Sorry mistress.” Tali blushed, trembling as K’rain’s palm gently stroked her cheek.

“Hm, if it were up to me, I’d have you spanked raw.” K’rain rumbled hungrily, enjoying as Tali quivered. “But I shall leave your punishment in Aleta’s capable hands.”

She turned and made her way to the door, rolling her head around before gesturing with a finger and walking out into the hall. The Asari followed, bringing their girls with them as they stepped out in front of the entire crew.

There were gasps and shrieks of shock from the assembled Quarians as Tali and the other girls pattered out onto the floor, naked and grinning.

“Good evening.” K’rain smiled. “You can already see why I’ve called you here.”

Tali giggled and waved to Eiyra, who was standing with the asari, blocking the door to the mess and keeping her sisters penned in.

“Many of you already know this, but for those who don’t, those who still resist, I shall make it clear.” K’rain purred. “The Quarian species is inferior. You were born to serve Asari and that is what you will do.”

She gestured to Tali and the others, blushing and moaning as their Asari owners began to explore their bodies. “The Quarian species will be ours, and it will be better in our care. Those who submit to us will be rewarded, you will be cured of your weakness, freed from your suits and cared for all the rest of your lives. You will be owned by an asari, she will give you a life of bliss and comfort, so long as you are obedient.”

“Uhh.” Tali groaned as Akiriha thrust into her ass, grinning at the murmurs and gasps from her sisters as she was fucked. All the others who had come with her began to moan as their own mistresses began to take them. Two were pushed to the ground and mounted, mewing and grinning happily to the crowd of shocked Quarians. The one to Tali’s left was lifted as if she weighed nothing and dropped onto her owner’s cock, her arms and legs dangling uselessly in a full nelson hold that left her tits and gushing pussy easily seen as her ass was stuffed. The final one dropped to her knees without any encouragement, and set to work slathering her mistress’ cock, shooting proud looks back at the crew every so often as she greedily inhaled Asari cockmeat.

“Avana, if you would.” K’rain smiled, yielding the floor to her second-in-command.

Commander Avana was surprisingly nondescript given her reputation, a small, slight woman with a cheerful face and one bright violet eye. Really the only noteworthy thing about her was the simple black patch strapped over her right eye.

The smiling matron raised her hand, showing off the slave collar she was holding; A simple loop of metal in a leather sheath, a small control panel set into its front where it could be linked with an omni-tool. “This is a Liuana Corp Slave Collar. All of those who submit will wear one of these for the rest of their lives.” She smiled cheerfully. “It will be controlled by your owner, and will show who you belong to, your rank, your biodata and your availability. This collar will be your life, it is the price of the gifts we are giving you.”

She turned to Tali and eyed her jiggling breasts approvingly. “Commander Akiriha, who is your pet?”

“This is Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy.” Akiriha purred, pumping her hips into Tali’s plump behind all the while.

“Tali, who do you belong to?”

“I… I belong to Commander Akiriha!” Tali squealed, trying her best not to lose her mind as she was rammed full, her legs were beginning to bow as she was buttfucked on the stage, all the strength she had fading away as her owner took her fill. “I love her cock so much!”

“Very sweet.” Avana chuckled, gently closing the collar around Tali’s slender throat. The metal clicked as the lock engaged, and then hissed slightly as the two parts were fused together permanently. Tali yelped as it gave her a sharp shock for good measure and came, swooning into Akiriha’s arms as she continued to fuck her. “From now on, you are Tali’Zorah Vas Akiriha. You are her property.”

“Th… thank you!” Tali moaned, “It’s… perfect.”

In her orgasmic delight, she was only barely aware of Avana collaring the rest of the girls on stage. One by one asking their mistresses who they were, then who the girls belonged to, and then sealing the collars around their throats.

“Quarians.” Captain K’rain’s voice was authoritative enough to snap Tali out of her happy stupor. She blinked, looking to where the matriarch was standing, hands on her broad hips. “This is where you make a choice. Submit now, accept your collar, and we will cure you. You will be claimed and then treated. Those of you not chosen by the crew will be auctioned off once we make port. If you decide to resist, there will be no punishment, living the rest of your life in your suit will be penance enough. You are all welcome to submit later if you regret your choice as well.”

Avana snapped her fingers and behind the crowd of Quarians, the Asari produced the collars they had been handed as they came in. “Make your choice, Quarians.” She purred.

Chaos broke out.

The Quarians already well-broken by the asari scurried into the arms of the crew advancing on them, eagerly accepting their collars with whoops of delight. Dozens of suit-clad sluts cooed and squealed as they were scooped up, their collars giving them encouraging shocks to reward them for their submission.

The Asari who hadn’t already been pounced on by eager slaves prowled forwards, slowly corralling the hesitant few into a tight group, pressing close for safety. The poor resistant things found themselves trapped between the girls being pounded on stage and the girls being groped and molested behind them, completely surrounded by their sisters. The asari picked them off one by one, letting the sound and smell of Quarian arousal do the hard work for them and strip the suited slut’s resistance. By the time almost every Asari had at least one Quarian collared, only a dozen Quarians were left huddled in the centre of the room.

Captain K’rain smirked victoriously and kissed Avana’s cheek. “Wonderful work, love.”

“My pleasure, Captain.” Avana purred before snapping her fingers again. “Asari, form an orderly queue with your slaves, the medical staff will process them for you and then you can do what you please with them!”

A chorus of thanks and laughter rang out from the asari as they led their new pets into a vague semblance of a line, more concerned with exploring their tight suited bodies than getting organised. 

“Girls.” K’rain growled, making the few unbroken Quarians wince. “You’re free to go, just remember our offer remains open.”

“N… never!” A tall, thin Quarian shouted bravely, clinging to the shoulders of a younger girl who was staring in awe at Tali’s naked, jiggling udders.

K’rain only smiled. “That’s your choice, of course.” She turned and sauntered away, giving Tali’s breast an affectionate squeeze as she passed. Tali giggled up at her, too deliriously aroused to beg to suck her cock like she craved to do. Her eyes roamed the hall as Akiriha pounded her, watching as Quarians were groped possessively, suited tits kneaded, and plump thighs fucked by hungry asari cocks. Tali sympathised with her poor sisters, having those godly cocks rubbed against their suits but never being allowed to take them deep inside was a living hell, one she was beyond proud to have helped freed her species from.

Tali sighed and groaned lustfully as Akiriha rammed into her hard enough to make her belly bulge. She watched as her sisters were led away to be processed, their bodies soon to be modified into whatever shape their new owners desired and littered with tattoos and piercings celebrating their total enslavement.

“Soon the whole flotilla will get the same choice.” Akiriha growled into her ear. “and then maybe some good will come out of your worthless species.”

Tali sighed dreamily and nodded. “I… I hope… it’s soon.”

A Generous Mistress

As much as Zarya delights in her pet Tracer's complete submission, a generous mistress must make sure to please her submissive herself from time to time.

 This piece was once again made by BecSantus, and loosely ties in to Zarya's Bunny! 

(Commission) The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Three.

 A commission from AshenGray. 

Despite having fallen to Aisshaee in their duel, Arruk continues to fight for her freedom, but every attempt to escape only leads to yet more seeds being planted in her womb. Driven to desperate measures, the young orc puts her pride aside in one last attempt to free herself.

-o-o-o-

Arruk stared at the mirror, dark eyes scanning up and down her own body as she perched on the edge of The Queen’s bed. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been in The Queen’s realm, there was no sun, no moon, just the walls of the towering tree looming upwards until it was lost in darkness. The lazily floating balls of light that lit the city wandered aimlessly overhead, giving no sense of time. It didn’t matter really, all Arruk knew was that she had to escape.

She swallowed and stood up so she could get a better look at herself. The mirror was just as strange as everything else in Aisshaee’s realm, a thin sheet of water constantly pouring into a small pool. Its surface was as clean and clear that Arruk could see herself reflected perfectly, every scar, every bruise, every drop of amber sperm that clung to her skin and refused to budge no matter how the orc scrubbed. 

She brought her hands down to cup her belly, what had once been taut muscle now soft and without definition, a round swell that seemed to have grown every time Arruk forced herself to look. It just didn’t make sense; she’d slept once since her capture and only another day could have passed since then. There was no time for her Dryad children to have grown enough to transform her body this much. 

She gingerly stroked the soft swell of green flesh with a palm, reaffirming that her pregnancy was real. She didn’t know how many bastard children she was holding in her womb, but one was more than she’d ever wanted.

The water mirror quivered slightly as a distant bell tolled and Arruk scowled with determination. She turned to the heavy door that trapped her in Aisshaee’s bedroom, it was time for another escape attempt.

As she lay waiting, she reviewed her previous escape attempts. They had been less than successful of course, but seeing as she’d never let herself be captured, she hadn’t exactly had much practice.

As Aisshaee’s servants had dragged her to her new bedroom her strength had begun to return, the little Dryads were formidable in number, but Arruk’s rage and desperation balanced the scales. She had torn her arms free from the girls and tackled one to the ground, roaring with anger before throwing the dazed girl into her fellow guard.

She’d made it almost to the end of the corridor before Aisshaee caught her, lifting her into the air with one hand and bringing her crashing to the ground. Arruk had howled and fought but Aisshaee was too strong, pinning her down and ravishing her until she was defeated once again.

She’d tried to escape through the door as soon as Aisshaee had left her, learning how utterly immovable it was and hammering against it fruitlessly for a few minutes just for good measure. She’d tried to overpower Aisshaee once again as The Queen returned some hours later and almost had her throat cut as a result. The Queen had no intention of putting her out of her misery though, and had simply given her a patronising tut and yet another wombfull of sperm for her efforts.

How many more attempts since then? 

Arruk frowned, sitting up suddenly and scowling at the door. At least once more when next Aisshaee opened the door, when she had tried to race past just before it closed. Then again when it opened, and she had tried to startle The Queen with a bowl of fruit to the face before dashing for freedom. When Aisshaee had finally fallen asleep and she had tried to claw her way out of the room by jamming a metal bowl into the crack and using it for leverage. When Aisshaee had tried to take her ass in an amorous show of morning affection, she’d punched The Queen hard enough to splinter stone, only for the Dryad to pin her arms behind her back and take her face-down on the bed.

So many failures so soon after one another was not doing Arruk’s sanity any favours. She’d had her failings before of course, but they’d never been so complete, and never come with such a high price. She roared with frustration and tipped the bed, hefting its frame over her head and preparing to launch it at the door.

Maybe something this big and heavy would give The Queen enough pause she could make it out of the door?

And then?

She could overpower any one of the guards, so long as she was fast and ferocious. She could steal a weapon!

And then?

She would find the gate and escape the palace.

And then?

She would…

She would do nothing, because she wouldn’t get that far. She wouldn’t get past Aisshaee. She wouldn’t make it far enough to find a guard. She wouldn’t be able to overpower one if they patrolled in pairs. She wouldn’t be able to find the gates before being recaptured. She wouldn’t be able to escape the palace grounds. She wouldn’t be able to make it into a city just as full of powerful enemies let alone find some way out of the Dryad’s realm and back into the real world. Gods have mercy even if she somehow did all of that she would be bound and defiled inside Aisshaee’s tree, still just as weak and pregnant and helpless as she was here.

She let the bed drop and sank to the floor. Orcs didn’t cry as a rule, not for pain or heartache or joy, but Arruk was getting close. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, scowling at her belly.

How long had it been since the bell tolled? Aisshaee would be there soon, it was up to Arruk to decide how she would greet her.

Fighting wasn’t an option. Fleeing wasn’t an option… maybe she could try something new, something she’d never considered doing before.

Aisshaee swung the door open with a single lazy push, wearing nothing but a sadistic smile. Her hips swayed seductively and her cock bobbed, eager to sink deep into its favourite place in the world. She paused as she saw Arruk kneeling on the floor, eyes lowered and shoulders slumped.

“Good afternoon my darling.” She cooed, walking closer with slow, cautious steps. “How was your day?”

Arruk didn’t respond.

Aisshaee pursed her lips and crouched, tipping Arruk’s chin with a talon. The proud orc refused to meet her eye, but her lower lip quivered as the Dryad queen caressed her. “So despondent.” She tutted softly. “Did your latest escape attempt fail?”

Arruk swallowed before speaking, her voice quiet and meek. “Wh… when the children are born… will you let me go?”

Aisshaee’s brows lifted in surprise. “No.”

“Wh… what if… if I obey you?” Arruk whispered. “If I’m… good?”

“If you’re a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re a good girl, I might give you a little more freedom.” Aisshaee hummed thoughtfully. “But let you go? How could I let such a magnificent creature escape my grasp, hmm?”

Arruk raised her eyes to meet The Queen’s. “If I… I give you more children willingly, if I raise them and… and care for them, will you let me outside for just a little while?”

“Raising my children won’t be much of an issue.” Aisshaee chuckled. “Dryads don’t work like that. But… I suppose if you were to prove you were a good, loyal little pet I might be convinced to take you for walks, let you stretch those lovely legs.”

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” Arruk promised weakly. “I swear… if you let me leave for even just an hour.”

Aisshaee chuckled and stroked her cheek fondly. “My, darling, you’re quite the negotiator.” 

Arruk grimaced at the compliment, her breath hitching as The Queen’s hands slipped from her cheeks to squeeze her bust. “Now if you truly are going to be obeying my commands from now on, prove it. On all fours, there’s a dear.”

Arruk bowed her head and obeyed, shifting onto her knees and bracing herself. She remained in control of her emotions whilst Aisshaee prowled around her, but as The Queen gripped her hips she couldn’t stop disgust from playing across her features. She hated pretending, making up stories and lying and acting were for little children. Good orcish warriors said what they meant proudly and fought for their beliefs with furious conviction. However this seemed the only way to make the odds a little less stacked against her.

She pushed out a lustful moan as Aisshaee pressed inside her, The Queen’s hands squeezing her waist tight as she drove herself to the root in her womanhood. “Good girl.” She crooned patronisingly. “Now bounce this lovely rump.”

Arruk ground her teeth together, but obeyed, beginning to rock her hips and smack her green cheeks to Aisshaee’s crotch. The sound of the impacts was humiliating, but Arruk continued, enduring the moans and laughs that came from her ‘owner’ as she wiggled and twerked against her cock.

“Oh, good girl.” Aisshaee purred, stroking a talon down the orc’s spine. “Verrrry, good girl.”

Arruk let out a yelp as a hand snatched her braids and pulled on them. If it had been anyone else she would have cleaved them in two, but she restrained her rage, transforming the growl of indignance rumbling up from inside her into a low groan that passed for one of pleasure.

“Mmmf. So many seeds inside you already.” Aisshaee sighed happily. “By the time they’ve matured you’ll be fit to burst.”

“H… how many?” Arruk asked, gasping as Aisshaee began to match her movements with thrusts from her powerful hips.

“A few dozen.” The Queen laughed. “And that’s just your womb, this evening we’ll start filling up your stomach as well.”

Arruk managed to mask her horror with a grunt as Aisshaee swatted her cheek, leaving a dull green handprint behind.

Aisshaee fucked her harder and harder, hips smacking with Arruk’s muscular behind until finally she cried out.

“Here you are, my sweet, a nice reward for being such an obedient little darling.”

Arruk shuddered as the now-familiar gush of Dryad sperm exploded inside her, pints of amber liquid rushing through her innards before settling, the seeds secure in her babymaker, the rest beginning to cool and harden to a honey-like texture.

“Open wide, darling.” Aisshaee purred, producing her cock and slapping Arruk across the cheek with it. “Clean me up, and then we’ll start with the next batch.”

“Yes… your majesty.” Arruk forced herself to smile, bringing her lips to Aisshaee’s rod and gently drawing it into her mouth. She gagged and spluttered suddenly as Aisshaee gripped her by the scalp and began to violently facefuck her, monstrous cock sinking down her throat to her collarbone again and again and again until Arruk’s eyes were rolling and her chin was doused with spit.

The first load of amber spunk that bloated her stomach almost choked her, by the fifth she was barely conscious enough to care as she nearly drowned in Dryad semen.

Aisshaee pulled out with a contented sigh and smiled down at her conquest. “Up on the bed now, darling.” She commanded. “Seeing you so obedient has me in the mood to enjoy myself.”

Arruk slowly rose and lay herself down. She moaned happily as Aisshaee slid inside her and nuzzled the Dryad’s throat as The Queen began to pound her in earnest.

It was alright, she thought to herself as Aisshaee nibbled on her earlobe, her cock driving deep into her core with every thrust. It's only pretend.

Soon she’d be able to escape. It would only take a little while longer, a few days of being Aisshaee’s whore… her bitch… her broodmare.

Arruk quivered as Aisshaee locked lips with her, her sharp, pointed tongue invading Arruk’s mouth and filling it with the honeyed taste of her spit.

It was just pretend.

(Commission) Hope's Eden Chapter Three.

Part three of a commission from Jarlwarden. 

Myriad's effects continue to take hold of the planet leaving Kara more desperate than ever to find a solution. Taking a detour to see Cat Grant only makes things worse, and she blows up at Lena at the lack of progress towards a cure. During all the confusion, Alex receives a visitor and escapes from the bickering pair, falling deeper into her corruption.

-o-o-o-

Kara’s landing on the Catco roof was clumsier than usual, her boots slipping on the gravel as she rapidly decelerated and almost tumbled onto her face. It was stupid, she needed to be at Lcorp, she needed to be with Lena and helping Alex and everyone else, but instead on her way through the sky she’d come here. It had been so split-second that the turn had been too quick, and her entire landing had very nearly been a crash.

She brushed herself off and changed out of her cape as quick as she could, quietly berating herself all the while. Some part of her recognised she wasn’t being fair to herself, she needed to take care of herself in all this chaos, unfortunately logic had a nasty habit of going AWOL in crisis, leaving only the nasty, critical side of her mind left to give her it’s opinion. She was the hero of National City, she was the one responsible for keeping her city safe and she had failed, not only that, she’d failed the whole world, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Ms Grant?” she asked timidly, peeking around the glass window to where Cat Grant was sitting at her desk, scowling at her laptop. “Sorry to interrupt, I wondered…”

“Oh, Kiera, come in.” Cat said sharply, glancing up with a scowl. “Can you explain to me how every assistant I have had since you has been utterly incapable of completing even the simplest tasks?”

“Er, Ms Grant?”

“It’s not a trick question.” Cat groaned, brushing her hands over her hair. “Even Tessmacher seems competent after this latest disgrace.”

“What happened?” Kara smiled. Cat Grant had always been something dependable Kara could turn to when her Supergirl life got too intense. Her sharp tongue and short temper masked her affections well, but they were endearing in their own way.

“The air-con in here is broken, it’s hot and I can’t hear myself think.” Cat growled. “I send my assistant to get someone to fix it and three hours later… nothing!”

“Maybe she ran into some trouble?” Kara offered, “With everything going on…”

“I go to find out where she is and where do I find her?” Cat continued. 

Kara sighed and smiled, she’d missed Cat’s rants, how many times had she been a passive audience for her outrage or frustration to help her let off a little steam? She’d lost count years ago. It was nice to have Cat back, Kara had missed her since she’d stepped down.

“The little bitch has got her face buried in some oily janitor’s cunt in my private elevator!” Cat continued, and Kara’s heart sunk.

“That’s… awful.” She mumbled. “I heard more people were getting sick…”

“I mean it’s my elevator!” Cat went on, ignoring the interruption. “If she’s going to be eating anyone’s pussy in there it should be mine!”

“Ms Grant?” Kara whispered.

Cat stood and stalked over to the wall of screens, watching the few remaining news channels report on the collapse of the planet. She was nude from the waist down, plump pale cheeks wiggling as she walked. She put a hand on her hip and sighed. “If you were still my assistant this wouldn’t be a problem. I’d have my damn air-conditioning fixed and I’d have someone competent around to get me off.” She turned and eyed Kara hungrily. “You were always so good at your job.”

“Oh Ms Grant…” Kara whimpered, covering her mouth.

“Oh don’t play coy, I know I’m hot.” Cat scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What is it you damn millennials call it? A milf? I’m a milf aren’t I?”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.” Kara choked, holding back tears as she turned to flee. “I have to go.”

“But I’m still horny!” Cat called as Kara hurried away. “Kiera!”

Kara didn’t bother picking her clothes up as she threw them off, leaping off the Catco roof and heading for Lcorp, leaving a pile of scattered clothes behind.

-o-o-o-

“How long is this going to take?” Alex sighed impatiently, shooting a scowl at Lena past the glass window of her cell. Lena glanced up for an instant before shaking her head and refocussing on her work. Alex pursed her lips and hopped off the bed, pacing the length of the little isolation chamber Lena had once held Reign inside. A second chamber was a little way away with another woman inside: Jess. She hadn’t met Lena’s secretary for more than a passing second before but was now intimately aware of her moans and gasps of pleasure thanks to her fellow prisoner putting on one hell of a show. “Lena why are you acting so evasive?”

“I’m not, I just need to focus.” Lena muttered. “I need to look through all of Jess’ results to see if there’s anything that we should look for in you as well.”

“She seems alright to me.” Alex shrugged, glancing over as the secretary hummed contentedly and lazily stroked her fingers through the curly hair surrounding her well-played-with pussy.

“She’s fully succumbed to whatever is causing the changes.” Lena said quietly, “Maybe because of that we’ll be able to see the cause of the affliction, now that it has run its course.”

“Have you actually found anything yet?” Alex sighed, folding her arms over her bare belly. The room she was in was cold enough to raise her skin to goosebumps, but she barely felt it, quite comfortable to be standing in only her underwear, the blanket she’d been given left unused on the bed. “It’s not airborne, it’s not waterborne, it’s not in the food or being transmitted through human contact.”

“I know.” Lena nodded tiredly, pinching her brow.

“It’s nothing telepathic, there’s no unusual radiation, there’s no subliminal element being distributed through TV or radio.” Alex went on, rattling off everything Lena had tried and dismissed on her fingers. “There’s no unusual energy fields, nothing strange about flora or fauna…”

“Alex!” Lena snapped, standing up and glaring at her. “I know! I am trying to work to help you but listing off every failed hypothesis isn’t helping!”

“There’s no need to shout.”

“I’m not!” Lena shouted before scowling and sitting down with a calming breath. “I am not shouting. I am just frustrated, and I need to concentrate. I can see the changes made in your bodies and minds; I can measure how everything has changed but there is nothing that shows why!” 

Alex rolled her eyes and sat back down on her bed. “It’s nice to see you and Kara getting along again.”

“That’s overstating it.” Lena growled, jaw bunching as she stared at her screen. “We’re just working together. It’s for the greater good.”

“So, you’re not even a tiny bit happy to be speaking with her again?” Alex smirked.

Lena shot her a withering glare. “She betrayed me, and so did you. I’ve not forgotten that.”

“Oh c’mon Lena, what was I supposed to say?” Alex groaned. “Hey, my sister’s Supergirl? It wasn’t my secret to tell, just like your little crush on Kara wasn’t.”

“I do not have a crush on Kara.” Lena grumbled under her breath. “I’m not twelve.”

“Speak of the devil.” Alex smiled as Kara stepped into the underground lab, shooting a remorseful look to Alex before moving to Lena’s desk.

“Anything new?”

“Jess’ tests are all in, Hope’s searching for anything out that could suggest a cause.” Lena replied shortly.

It clearly wasn’t what Kara had hoped to hear. “What if Hope misses something? She’s a computer program, I need your mind on this.”

“Hope is more than capable.” Lena hissed impatiently, immediately on the defensive. Alex raised a brow as she stood, trying to stand even with Kara but failing. “I made her myself.”

“Well what are you doing?” Kara demanded. “If Hope’s looking through Jess’ test results why aren’t you examining Alex?”

“Because I don’t know what I’m looking for yet!” Lena replied sharply. “If Hope doesn’t find anything then I’ll run the tests, but if she does discover something that could be the cause I need the resources we have to investigate that specifically.”

“Resources? Don’t you own a whole company?”

“The company’s in pieces!” Lena exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Everyone is either panicking or fucking one another. I can’t get anything down from upstairs, let alone have equipment shipped from outside the city!”

“That’s not good enough!”

Alex watched with interest as Kara shouted, her usually optimistic sister’s panic and frustration brimming up inside her, just waiting to explode out. With how Lena’s fatigue and equal frustration was beginning to boil over she didn’t think it would be long before the pair stopped arguing and started full out fighting. Images of the pair naked and sweaty, grappling with one another as much with lust as anger appeared in her mind and she licked her lips.

Movement caught her eye at the edge of the room. At first, she thought Jess’ rest had come to an end and she’d set to work fingering herself yet again, but a quick glance corrected her instantly. Maggie Sawyer smirked confidently at her from the doorway, dark eyes travelling up and down her barely-covered body with obvious approval.

Alex nibbled a lip and waved, shooting a look at Lena and Kara before grinning. She’d been missing her ex-fiancé more than usual since the whole strangeness of the past weeks had begun, hoping to meet up for drinks or a dinner, any chance to hear her voice again, see her smile, feel her touch.

“That’s not fair!” Kara whined. “I was just trying to protect you!”

“So now you’re patronising me as well as lying!?” Lena snarled. “I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself! I had to survive having Lex as a brother, I think I could have handled being told the truth!”

“You had so much to deal with already, I didn’t want to make things worse!”

Alex smiled and skipped to the glass wall of her cell, making a point of pressing her chest to its cool surface as Maggie approached with slow, lazy strides. 

“Hey Alex.” She purred seductively, tracing a finger over the glass before putting her hands on her hips. She looked good, hair glossy and body toned. She was wearing only a loose police jacket open over her bare chest and a pair of tiny panties that Alex fondly remembered from Maggie’s wardrobe. Those were the little blue ones, the ones that left Maggie’s butt all but completely bare and hugged her pussy snug.

“Hi.” Alex smiled. “I heard you were in town, I meant to call you.”

“Well we’ve both been busy.” Maggie shrugged. “You look good.”

“So do you.” Alex blushed, “Really good. How did you get in?”

“I have my ways.” Maggie chuckled. “Security here seems a little understaffed, and distracted, I explained I needed to come see my fiancé and they were very helpful… once I persuaded them.”

“Fiancé?” Alex asked, picturing just how Maggie had ‘persuaded’ the guards. Most of her ideas involved a hefty amount of tongue-work and creative use of the guards’ own handcuffs.

“I know we cut things off, but I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about you lately.” Maggie sighed, pressing her palm to the glass. Alex blushed and matched her.

“We need this cure!” Kara was still shouting, completely oblivious to the newcomer in the room. “I need to save this city; I can’t just let everyone I care about suffer!”

“Oh, because it’s always about what you need, isn’t it?!” Lena retorted, equally ignorant to the woman currently unlocking the cell of one of her test subjects. “You need to save the city. You need to save everyone. You need me to help you. You need me in the dark about your identity. It’s never about what I need! What anybody else needs!”

“That’s not fair!”

“I don’t care!”

“Wow, I’ve never seen Kara mad before.” Maggie hummed, watching the bickering pair with an impressed look on her face. “She’s kinda hot.”

“That’s my sister.” Alex reminded her sternly.

“And she’s hot.” Maggie agreed, “You think so too.”

Alex flushed. “Yeah… I guess.”

Maggie grinned. “Dirty girl. Come on, let’s get out of here whilst they’re arguing.”

“Where are we going?” Alex asked, guilty how hopeful she was that the answer would be ‘somewhere private’. She loved Kelly, but seeing Maggie right there, smiling and flirting with her, it seemed too hard to resist temptation and give in to the feelings she’d thought were gone, but had really just been biding their time until they could make a comeback.

The glass door swung open and Alex quickly slipped out, grinning as Maggie put a finger to her lips and led her away. Kara and Lena were still arguing when the door to the lab hissed shut behind them.

“I need this cure Lena… I can’t watch this anymore.” Kara sobbed, falling into one of the chairs and covering her face with her hands. Her anger had evaporated in an instant, leaving only her fear and her sadness and a cold, hollow feeling inside her. “I can’t watch everyone I love just… fade away, I can’t. First Alex, now Ms Grant… my mom… there’s nothing I can do.”

Lena swallowed, her own anger subsiding as Kara crumbled before her. She thought she might have felt satisfaction, instead she was just sad. “You’re doing everything you can.” She said softly.

“I know, that’s the problem.” Kara sniffed. “I’ve given all I’ve got to fix this… and I haven’t made a difference at all.”

Lena sighed and dropped into the other chair opposite her, trying to balance her anger at Kara with her pity. She opened her mouth to say something but froze as Kara looked up at her.

“I need you, Lena.” She whispered. “You’re the only hope we’ve got left… and I’m so, so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you. I was stupid and selfish and a coward and I… I hurt you more trying to protect you than if I’d just been brave and told you everything from the start. I don’t have any right to ask… but please… save my sister?”

“I will.” Lena nodded quietly. “and everyone else, I promise.”

Kara smiled weakly and glanced at the monitors showing Jess’ results. “You… really haven’t found anything?”

“I can see the changes clearly.” Lena said with a sigh of annoyance. “Her brain activity is almost completely different, pleasure centres highly active, areas responsible for critical thinking almost entirely non-functional. Her body is pumping out endorphins and pheromones at almost three times the rate it should be, which explains the increased sensitivity to physical stimuli.”

“That’s why people are more sensitive to heat?” Kara asked, “Could that be a way to help them? burn the infection out?”

“There is no infection.” Lena shook her head. “No bacteria or virus in her system. All increasing the heat would do is harm them.”

“What about cold, could we try and hold off the symptoms by keeping them cool?” Kara offered, a desperate edge to her voice that made Lena’s heart ache with confusing, contradicting feelings.

“Both Jess and Alex’s cells are being kept as cold as I can safely manage.” She said with a gesture to one of the monitors. “They’ve barely noticed, and there’s been no change to their symptoms at all. In fact, Alex didn’t even want the… the blanket.” She trailed off, eyes widening.

Kara followed her gaze and saw the door to Alex’ cell hanging ajar, its occupant long gone.

“No!” she shrieked, darting to the cell and staring inside in some futile hope that maybe Alex was just hiding somehow. “No no no!”

“Where did she go, did you see?” Lena demanded, rushing to Jess’ cell and banging on the glass to get her attention.

Her secretary mewed softly and rolled onto her front, slowly licking her arousal from her own fingers. “She left a few minutes ago with that hot cop.”

“Cop?”

“Maggie.” Kara growled. “She’s lost herself and now she’s going to drag Alex down with her!”

“Kara go after them; I’ll keep working on Jess.”

“Mmm, you can work on me anytime Ms Luthor.” Jess crooned.

Lena winced, but gave an encouraging nod to Kara as the blonde looked reluctantly between her and the door. “It’s alright, you’re more use out there than here anyway.”

Kara sniffed bitterly but vanished in a flash of red and blue, leaving Lena alone with her horny, feral test subject, who had spread her legs wide to show off her carpeted cunt as she fingered herself yet again.

“It’ll be alright, Ms Luthor.” Hope hummed, appearing beside her with a smile. “I’m sure we’ll find something soon.”

“I just hope you’re right.” Lena muttered, shedding her jacket and wiping her forehead uncomfortably. “Reduce the heat in here, it’s making it hard to concentrate.”

“Of course.” Hope purred, admiring Lena’s creamy skin as she resumed her work, the top three buttons of her blouse left teasingly open.

-o-o-o-

“God it’s nice to be outside.” Alex sighed happily, swinging her arms as she walked down the street. There were a lot of people filling the streets just like them, walking around and basking in the sun. Alex admired the naked bodies of the women they passed with guilty delight, trying to keep her thoughts on Kelly even as she gawped at the sunbathing masses around them.

People were lounging outside cafes, on top of abandoned cars, many had simply found nice warm spots of road and laid themselves down. Everyone who wasn’t napping or sunbathing was fucking. The scent of arousal perfumed the whole city as women and girls played with themselves shamelessly, giggling and moaning as the people around them enjoyed the show, or joined in themselves.

It was like a dream, Alex thought, some gorgeous waking dream where everyone was happy and horny and wanted to get between her legs. She let out a squeak as a tall, muscular black woman stepped into her path, taking her cheeks and moving to steal a long, passionate kiss. “Easy there.” Maggie’s voice growled, even as Alex whimpered and opened her mouth in anticipation. “She’s spoken for.”

“Is that so?” The woman chuckled, tipping Alex’s chin up to look at her. “You taken, kitten?”

“Y… yeah.” Alex managed to mumble. “s… sorry.”

“Shame.” the stranger sighed, “Come find me if you change your mind.” She continued on her way, nude black butt bouncing with every step, her deep, dark eyes scouting for other potential playmates. 

Alex quivered and cleared her throat. “Th… thanks for that.” she mumbled to Maggie, who was scowling after the stranger. “I don’t know why I didn’t say anything… it was all so sudden.”

“Well I’m not going to let just anybody steal you away from me, am I?” Maggie purred, stroking her hair fondly. “You’re mine.”

“I… I’m…” Alex stammered before shaking her head. “No… no Maggie I’m not.”

Maggie raised a brow, her smile faltering. “Oh?”

“I… I still have feelings for you, but… I love Kelly.” Alex said as firmly as she could manage. “I can’t do this to her.”

“Why not?” Maggie asked, voice a low, seductive growl, her hands stroked over Alex’s abs before gripping her by the hips.

“I… I don’t want to hurt her.”

“You won’t.” Maggie whispered, “She doesn’t have to know.” Her hands slipped further over Alex’s bare skin, toying with the waistband of her panties before moving past and grabbing her ass hard enough to make the director of the DEO gasp.

“Maggie…” Alex whined, trying her best to resist the urge to let Maggie take her like she’d used to. She’d wrap those muscular arms around her and guide her to their bed, use that smart tongue to tease her way down her body before pinning her down and devouring her. She’d been Alex’s first, the first to show her the kind of pleasure the world could offer, and Alex had never been able to forget that.

“Kiss me Danvers.” Maggie breathed, pressing tight to Alex’s front. Her skin was hot and soft to the touch, her bare breasts gently sliding against Alex’s bra. Alex groaned with need and accepted the kiss, pressing back against Maggie and tangling her fingers in her ex’s hair.

Allow, muffled laugh rumbled from Maggie’s mouth as Alex desperately kissed her, all inhibitions gone and replaced with needful lust. The hand on Alex’s ass lifted and delivered a sharp spank to her creamy skin whilst the other tugged on her panties.

The pair stumbled clumsily backwards off the street, too busy kissing to pay much mind to the various strangers lounging around them, at least until they accidentally tripped over a young Chinese girl who squeaked with pain as Alex’s foot landed on her ribs and woke her from a very pleasant snooze.

“Sorry!” Alex gasped, freeing herself from Maggie’s lips before being pushed roughly off the sidewalk onto the small grassy strip that ran alongside it. “Ow!”

The girl didn’t seem to bothered, simply yawning and rolling onto her front to watch the pair as they continued to make out on the grass. Alex groaned as Maggie’s hands explored her like no time had passed at all, moving with the same hungry precision she had when they had still been together. The thought brought a second of clarity to Alex’s mind, thoughts of Kelly and how she was betraying her. Thoughts of why she was betraying her and the realisation that she wasn’t in her right mind. Then Maggie’s lips tugged on her earlobe and she forgot all of it with a submissive mew.

“M…Maggie.” She whined.

“Hush, pet.” Maggie rumbled, nuzzling her throat and marking her with hickies all the way down to her shoulder.

Alex trembled; it had been so long since anyone had called her ‘pet.’ She’d always been a bottom, but no one had ever been able to make her feel as submissive as Maggie, except maybe Sara, but that was a drunken haze of a night in her memory. With soft skin to her front and warm grass to her back, all she could do was moan and cling to Maggie’s traps as her one-time-fiancé slipped two fingers inside her petals.

God that felt good. That gentle pressure deep inside her, probing and pulsing and curling and rubbing her every sensitive fold. She whined and kissed Maggie’s cheek, eyes squeezed shut as she rolled against the invading digits.

The sun on her skin and the sound of the wind was almost as good as Maggie’s taste on her tongue. How had she never thought to make love outside before? How had the most perfect, wonderful natural act never occurred to her.

It didn’t matter. She was here now, basking in bliss and warmth and drinking in the growls and giggles of Maggie.

“Ahn… close.” She managed to rasp after a little while.

“Hmmm, alright.” Maggie murmured, gently disentangling herself from Alex and receiving a whine filled with need and terror at being abandoned for her trouble. The sight of Alex sprawled on the grass, sunlight glowing on her sweat-licked skin, need so apparent in her eyes, drove Maggie into a primal heat. She felt an urge deep in her blood, a base need to sink herself to the root inside Alex’s cunt, to make her unruly dark black curls tangle with Alex’s neatly shaven copper ones and then to drain herself into her mate’s womb.

The urge was almost powerful and alien enough to snap Maggie out of her feral state, but her lust kept her firmly entrapped. In lieu of breeding her beloved Alex, she pounced and drove her mouth between her legs, devouring her sopping womanhood with abandon.

Alex howled at the sensation, legs squeezing and locking around Maggie’s back only to be grabbed and spread wide. Maggie’s prey reached down to grip her head, to urge her to go deeper, to tongue her harder. A low, warning growl quickly put her back in her place and Alex’s hands reluctantly moved to yank her bra from her body and toy with her nipples.

“Maggiiiiiie!” she squealed shrilly. “Cummmmming!”

Alex’s eyes shot open as her climax rolled through her, suddenly seeing the grinning faces of the women around her, all watching and giggling at her pleasure, wishing they could share in her bliss. What was she doing? How could she have let this happen? Sex with Maggie, the betrayal of Kelly, and in public on the grass like some mindless animal?

Her moan was cut short and she tried to disentangle herself from Maggie, much to the cop’s annoyance. “Where are you going?” she growled, grabbing Alex by the waist and yanking her tight to her body.

“I… I can’t… this is so wrong… my mind… we’re all sick, we need… we… oh god.” Alex managed, fear giving in to panic giving in to despair as she recognised the woman who had just that moment broken through the crowd to approach them. “Kelly.” She whimpered pitifully. “I’m so sorry.”

“How could you do this without me!?” Kelly snapped. “You’re so selfish.”

“I know, I’m terrible, I… wait, what?”

“You must be Maggie.” Kelly said, folding her arms and scowling at her lover’s ex.

“And you must be Kelly.” Maggie smiled coolly, “Care to join us?”

“What?” Alex squeaked again.

“Sure.” Kelly nodded, taking Alex’s cheeks and leading her mouth to her sex, sitting atop her and scowling at Maggie. “You’re not taking Alex.”

Alex moaned softly behind her, clarity melting away as soon as Kelly’s cunt kissed her.

“I thought I might take you both, actually.” Maggie purred, repositioning Alex so that her pussy brushed Maggie’s own, their legs interlocking and allowing Maggie to smile confidently at Kelly’s blushing face. “We can share, can’t we?”

“Alex told me you left her.” Kelly frowned suspiciously, riding Alex’s face with slow, gentle rolls of her wide brown hips.

“I didn’t want kids. She always had.” Maggie sighed sadly before flashing a predatory grin. “Times change.”

Kelly trembled at the intensity of Maggie’s stare and nibbled her lip, somehow sensing that this woman was not someone she could dominate like she had Alex. “I… I could share, if that’s what you want.”

“Perfect, now let’s play.” Maggie purred, reaching out and tugging Kelly into a kiss. Below them, Alex whimpered, realising now she would have two hungry, dominant women to command her affections. She moaned as Maggie rubbed her cunt to her own and set to work pleasing Kelly, body wracked with pleasure as her mind dwindled away.

The weak little voice telling her that this was wrong was all but silenced as her lovers teamed up against her, and by morning it was little more than a memory, leaving Alex free to bask in the contented happiness of her simple new life.

Goals

It's not gone unnoticed that a few days ago I hit the $100 per month goal I set when I first joined Patreon. At the time it seemed like such a crazy thing that people would collectively donate that much to see my writings but here we are and I couldn't be more grateful.

Now, as promised i'll be running a poll of patron-suggested prompts that'll be available to be voted on by anyone. So, until the 30th September if you have an idea for a story drop me a message here on Patreon or to my Email. On the 30th i'll create a public poll and whichever is chosen will be written. All the prompts will be anonymous as will the chosen piece, unless the promter wants otherwise.

A few ground rules, i'm keeping this Patreon-friendly, so no non-con, Incest, Beast, or anything I don't write anyway.

Thank you all so so much once again, I hope this goes some small way towards showing my appreciation for all of you.

A Happy Retirement.

Samara was once a Justicar, a warrior pledged to a code of justice, piety and morality. Then she crossed Aria T'loak. These days Samara goes by 'Candy' and is just a whore, happily selling her silicon-stuffed body to whoever wants a piece of her, not a trace of her decency or sanity left in her vacant little head.

This piece was once again made by BecSantus, who does great stuff! 

(Commission) Terra's Crush.

A commissioned piece featuring Terra coming out of her shell and helping out a particularly curvy Raven with a rather... intimate problem.

Sorry this upload is a little late.

-o-o-o-  

“Titans, Go!”

Chaos erupted. 

Bodies flew and explosions rained down and shouts and yells of battle filled the air. A flash of golden bracers catching the sun shone for an instant. The thwack of carbon fibre batons impacting on a helmeted skull thudded dully. The roar of a lion and the screech of an eagle cut through the air, followed by a scream of terror and the sound of alien words chanting a mysterious spell. Lasers and batarangs and guns and knives flashed and banged and whistled everywhere, creating a dizzying cacophony of noise that left Tara Markov utterly dazed.

A bright green burst of energy zipped past Terra’s ear and the young hero squeaked in alarm.

It had been two months since Tara had joined the Teen Titans, two months of being surrounded by powerful young metahumans like her, two months of training and running missions and making her way along the path to becoming a true hero.

Two months hadn’t been nearly enough.

Terra could handle herself in the drills, she was even pretty formidable in training spars, once she’d managed to actually beat Nightwing!

But none of it really mattered.

In the calm, focussed arena of training Tara could quiet her mind and put her attention on her opponent, she could use her powers cleanly and efficiently, she could think about what she was going to do and execute her plan nice and easily. In real combat things were far more difficult.

Beast Boy flew overhead in a shower of sparks as a HIVE drone blasted him squarely in the massive gorilla chest he was currently wearing. Starfire’s bolts of pure heat singed Terra’s arm as the orange-skinned alien shot past, tangling with another drone who was somehow managing to keep up with her speed. Terra slammed her hands into the ground and sent three more drones tumbling through the air as the ground beneath them bucked like a wild animal, unfortunately she also sent Wondergirl flat onto her ass as the rocks she’d sent shooting upwards caught her in the chin.

“Eep!” Tara managed to squeak, taking a few steps towards the dazed blonde before a drone landed in her path, Nightwing on top of him.

“Terra, get your head in the game!” he barked, batons crackling with electricity as they locked around the drone’s neck and zapped him into unconsciousness.

“Sorry!” Terra yelped, ducking as another drone cartwheeled over her head onto the floor with a sickening crunch. She spun around, trying to pick out a good target before leaping forwards. One enemy, that’s all she needed to focus on, one bad guy she needed to lay out. No distractions, no bright lights or loud noises or… oh… oh wow.

Terra’s sprint turned into an awkward stumble as her eyes widened. Not more than two metres away Raven was standing tall, arms outstretched and hands alight with black flames. A dozen drones were writhing in her grasp, held in the air by ghostly black tendrils slowly squeezing them into unconsciousness. The sorceress’s cloak billowed out behind her as an unnatural wind whipped through the warehouse, providing the sight that had stunned Terra so completely.

Raven’s outfit was an odd mix of revealing and conservative, her cloak regularly hid her entire body from view from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, but under that cloak, her ensemble was essentially a leotard and some tall boots.

That leotard had a habit of riding up too.

Unlike Terra, Raven had been with the team since its inception and had stayed on for many years. Over that time what had originally been a perfectly acceptably fitting costume had become a lot less effective at covering the witch’s curves.

Simply put, Raven was stacked, whilst routine training and the hero lifestyle kept her body toned and fit, it couldn’t do a thing about her natural endowments. Her breasts were fat and full and round, each about the size of Terra’s head and hugged snugly by the shiny black fabric of her suit. Her hips were outrageously wide, giving her the most pronounced hourglass figure Tara had ever seen.

It was her ass that transfixed Terra though, that immense mass of jiggly grey flesh, those two perfect globes of meat that bounced with every step the cold goth girl made. Those gloriously massive cheeks that were so soft, yet so firm, that Terra knew had to be the warmest, softest, most comfortable place to lay her head down in the whole universe.

What Terra wouldn’t give to just touch that ass for a few seconds, to sink her tiny fingers into that monster of a backside, to feel its warmth on her skin, to feel its weight press down on her. God, Terra would happily give her right arm for just one moment nuzzling her face between Raven’s grey cheeks, kissing at her cool, uncaring pussy and tonguing her pristine rosebud.

Thwap.

Terra went from staring in awe at Raven’s rump to on the floor in half a second, one cheek burning with the impact of a punch strong enough to tank her completely, the other stinging with the impact of the concrete floor beneath her.

A dazed groan of pain escaped her as her brain rattled in her skull, she was vaguely aware of a large yellow something looming over her and an ominous clicking sound. There was something in the yellow shape’s hands, something pointed at her, but Terra’s vision was still swimming from the impact. She blinked and weakly raised a hand, only for the yellow shape to vanish in an explosion of black.

A dark shape replaced the yellow blur and strong, gentle hands lifted her up to her feet. “Are you alright?” a cold, emotionless voice asked.

“Uh.” Terra managed before her knees buckled and she fell again.

“Terra’s down.” Raven called, turning and splaying her arms, sending bolts of black energy flying towards the drones closing in on her and the incapacitated blonde girl at her feet.

Terra rolled onto her back and stared stupidly up at the gorgeous ass above her.

‘Sit on me.’ she thought adoringly, before passing out completely.

-o-o-o-

“Ouch.”

“Stay still, this’ll only hurt a moment.” Cassie Sandsmark tutted, carefully putting a plaster on Terra’s forehead before taking her hand and forcing it back up, keeping the icepack held in it tight against her face. “You hold that there, ok?”

“Yeah… ok.” Terra nodded, flushing with embarrassment at being looked after like some helpless kid. It didn’t help that Wonder Girl’s cleavage was right in her face, or that her perfume was so wonderfully inviting. Tara swallowed nervously and clutched the stinging icepack to her cheek, letting the pain and cold distract her from her longing to lick every inch of Cassie’s muscular body from head to toe. “Sorry, by the way… about the chin.”

“Yeah that kinda sucked.” Wonder Girl growled, gingerly petting her bruised jaw. “But you didn’t do any permanent damage, plus you took out three drones at once. I’d say we were good.”

“I was sloppy.” Terra groaned, “I still have so much trouble controlling my powers when everything is so chaotic. I didn’t even see you until it was too late.”

“We all had a little trouble when we first started.” Cassie smiled gently, patting her shoulder. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

‘Not likely’ Terra thought bitterly, ‘Not unless Raven gets some serious reduction surgeries.’ She smiled weakly as Cassie left her, standing after a little while and limping to the kitchen to get something to drink.

She froze in the doorway as she came face-to-face with Starfire. Or more accurately face-to-tits. Starfire clapped her cheerfully on the shoulder and bounced a little on her heels, making her barely contained breasts jiggle and shake, threatening to pop loose of her scandalously low collar and swing freely back and forth. “Friend Terra! You fought so well today!”

“I… got knocked out.” Terra frowned, forcing her gaze up and her mouth to stop salivating at the thought of chewing on dark orange nipples.

“But before that you were most impressive!” Starfire beamed. “Five drones defeated all by yourself. For someone so small you are truly the mighty!”

“I hit Cassie too.”

“Do not worry, I almost fried poor Garfield when we first began to fight together.” Starfire laughed, her gorgeous mane of crimson hair bouncing as luxuriously as her tits were. “To fight as a team takes practice, and you are still new. Soon you will be one with us!”

“Yeah… maybe.” Terra smiled, doing her best to not think about becoming ‘one’ with Starfire. To her relief, the orange skinned bombshell drifted away rather than stay and chat, leaving Terra free to grab herself a drink and a snack without the threat of her horribly intense crushes on every other girl on the team getting her into more trouble.

She made herself a bowl of cereal to sate her suddenly ravenous stomach and squeezed herself into one of the corner seats to eat. The Titans Tower was a lot nicer than anywhere she’d lived before, even growing up in the Markovian royal palace her room had been small and bare thanks to her parents naked contempt for both her and Brion.

It was strange having a room so large to herself, a bed so soft and big she could get lost in it, a television all to herself! The kitchen was the best though, with fully stocked fridges and cupboards full of food and drinks Terra had only vaguely heard about before. American cereal was a far cry from the oatmeal she’d been used to, so sweet and colourful and delicious. She tried her best to limit herself to a bowl for breakfast, along with a more healthy diet to balance it out, but after the mornings debacle she’d earned some comfort food.

The door clicked open and she glanced up, cheeks flushing as Raven glided silently into the kitchen, her cloak sweeping the floor as she moved.

“Terra.” She said, seeing the younger blonde. “How are you?”

“Huh? Oh… um, fine.” Terra nodded awkwardly. “I’m sorry you had to rescue me.”

“It was no trouble.” Raven hummed, floating to one of the cupboards and picking out a pack of crackers. “Though, I didn’t see what happened exactly?”

Terra’s blush rose. “I… um… I got distracted.”

“Hmm, maybe you should try a new training regimen.” Raven sighed, “One on one sparring may hone your skills, but perhaps it is your focus that needs more attention?”

“Y… yeah.” Terra mumbled, “Maybe.” She shovelled a spoonful of cereal into her mouth to stop herself from saying anything else stupid. Her eyes lingered on Raven as she moved about the kitchen with her usual calm elegance. With her cloak draped over her body only the faintest traces of her amazing curves could be seen, teasing Terra as she stared, hoping that the witch would give her just one glimpse of her godly figure.

Raven obliged her quickly, bending down to peer into the lowest level of the fridge. Her cloak slipped from her back and poured over one shoulder, it’s silky purple fabric finally baring what lay beneath. Terra’s eyes widened with amazement as she saw Raven’s colossal ass presented to her in all its glory, that huge heart-shaped rear pointed directly at her as Raven rummaged around in the fridge.

Like usual, Raven’s snug leotard had all but completely disappeared between her buns, the two grey pads of flesh completely exposed until the small of her back where the shiny black fabric finally escaped her. The mound of Raven’s cunt was sleek in the leotard’s caress, peeking out from beneath her ass before the equally soft and welcoming mass of Raven’s thighs swallowed it.

“Ow!” Terra squeaked as her jaw tightened on instinct, her teeth clenching on the spoon still in her mouth. Milk and half-chewed cereal splattered the table as she clutched her mouth, eyes watering with pain.

Raven glanced over her shoulder at the commotion to see Terra red-faced and specked with milk, one hand clapped to her mouth, her thighs squeezed tightly together. She raised a brow silently and stood up, drifting closer with a curious expression on her stern face. “Are you alright?”

“I… eh… bit my tongue.” Terra lied.

“Hmm, today is not your day, is it?” Raven sighed, a tiny smile coming to her face. One of her eyebrows rose slightly as she inspected Terra’s thin, lean body. “You have milk on you chin, let me help.”

Before Terra knew what was happening Raven was almost on top of her, huge breasts filling her vision as a soft hand dabbed a napkin to her face. Terra burned her brightest red yet and fought the urge to hyperventilate as she gazed into Raven’s cleavage.

As soon as it had come, the massive grey udders retreated and Terra found herself staring up at Raven in obvious overwhelmed infatuation.

The witch smiled.

“Take care.” She said simply, before turning and floating lazily away.

-o-o-o-

“Oh, Terra.” Raven breathed, appearing suddenly behind the tiny blonde. “Excuse me, but I’m in a rush.”

“Oh… eep!” Terra managed as a sudden heavy weight landed on her head. Raven had, as casually as could be, snuck up behind her and rested both of her monstrous tits squarely on the younger girl’s scalp. Tara’s face was beet-red in an instant and she dropped her cup with a clatter. “Raven!”

“Sorry, I just need to reach this.” Raven hummed, pressing her hips against Terra’s back and putting a little more weight on the blonde’s head. Each of her melon-sized tits was hotter and softer and heavier than Terra had ever dreamed, they seemed to be trying to absorb her as they pooled over her head, supple flesh spreading it’s warm weight over Tara’s mop of blonde curls.

A week or two ago Terra might have written Raven’s behaviour off as accidental, an innocent breach of personal space, completely unintentional intimate contact between the grey-skinned witch and the tiny blonde totally infatuated with her. Then again, a week or two ago Raven hadn’t taken every opportunity to tease or fluster the young hero with her body.

It was torture, plain and simple. Raven knew how Terra lusted after her, and so she made sure to push the younger girl a little further every day.

At first it had been innocent enough. Raven had started letting her cloak flutter open when she was around Terra, showing off her legs and bust, bending over to accentuate her ass even more. After a while Raven had stopped wearing her cloak altogether whenever Terra was around, sighing that it was too hot in the tower before letting it slide from her shoulders inch by inch, slowly baring her body as Terra gawped and blushed and tried to remain calm.

Then had come the touching. It had been little things at first, a touch of the shoulder or the waist, an ‘accidental’ brush of hips or bust against Terra as she passed by. Soon enough Raven had abandoned her pretences, freely pressing herself to Tara whenever she pleased. Everyone else on the team was completely nonplussed as to why Raven was suddenly being downright affectionate towards their youngest team member, she’d even been seen hugging her! 

There was no mystery for Tara, she knew Raven loved flustering her. The sorceress hid it well, but the way her eyes lit up with cruel delight whenever she made Terra whimper and blush left no room for doubt.

“Mhhhm.” Raven grunted softly, stepping back and letting her breasts slide from Terra’s head. “There we are.”

Terra slumped, weak-kneed, and braced herself on the countertop. “S… stop doing that!” she squeaked.

“Stop what?” Raven asked innocently, planting a hand on her hip before taking a long drink. Terra quivered, watching her slowly drain her glass without breaking eye contact.

“Stop… t… teasing me.” Terra mumbled, her confidence immediately shattered by the piercing stare Raven gave her. “It’s… it’s mean.”

“Teasing you?” Raven repeated, raising a brow. “How am I teasing you?”

“You… you keep touching me.”

“You’re my friend.” Raven smiled coolly, “Aren’t you?”

“O… of course.” Terra nodded quickly, “But… you’re always pressing your… um… your…”

“My what?” Raven asked with the widest grin Terra had ever seen her wear before.

“Your… boobs.” Terra whispered, “And your butt… you keep rubbing against me.”

“Do I?”

“It’s… it’s not fair.” Terra scowled petulantly, hugging herself as Raven smiled down at her. “You’re… trying to fluster me.”

“It doesn’t take much.” Raven admitted with an amused nod. “You are so wonderfully cute.”

“I am not!” Terra squeaked.

“I saw how you stared at all the other girls on the team.” Raven cooed, floating around Terra in a lazy circle. “I thought you were just discovering yourself, finding out you liked girls… crushing on Star and Wonder Girl and Bumblebee… but then I saw how you reacted to me.”

“Wh… what!? No… no I didn’t, I mean, I don’t… not you!” Terra managed to stammer. “Not that you’re not pretty… you’re… so beautiful but… I… um.”

“This isn’t about experimenting anymore is it?” Raven asked softly, “I haven’t seen you looking at any of the others in weeks. You used to dream of being with all of them, kissing Cassie, fucking Bee… getting fucked by Star… now it’s just me you fantasize about at night.”

“No!” Terra yelped.

“It’s ok.” Raven cooed softly, brushing a hand down Terra’s cheek. “I’m not angry.” She moved closer, backing Terra into the corner of the counter before turning around and pressing her ass to the girl’s belly.

“R… Raven!”

“You like my ass, don’t you?”

“Y… yes.” Terra admitted in a high-pitched squeak of a voice.

“And my tits?” Raven asked, taking Terra’s wrists and forcing her hands up to squeeze the huge grey orbs.

Terra felt like she was going to faint, her fingers sinking into the deliciously soft flesh of Raven’s bust. “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you come with me then?”

-o-o-o-

Raven’s room was as dark as her wardrobe, thick, heavy curtains drawn across the wide window that would have normally illuminated the suite. Bookshelves accounted for most of the wall space, though a few heavy tomes were not in their proper places but instead strewn over the floor or Raven’s desk. A large circle was painted into the floor in some glittering black substance, ringed by strange runes and humming quietly with magical energy.

Raven’s cloak lifted off from her shoulders and draped itself neatly on its hook by the door as its owner walked calmly to the end of her bed and sighed contentedly. “Sorry for the mess.” She hummed, “Late-night research.”

“Uh… on what?”

“All sorts, emotional control mostly.” Raven smiled. “You do know I need to supress my emotions to limit the risk my father uses me to destroy the world, don’t you?”

“Your father… the demon?” Terra winced.

“Yes.” Raven nodded, lips pursed. “You see, needing to repress myself is necessary for everyone’s safety, but it leaves me so frustrated. Every now and again I need to get some tension off my chest, I just need to know that doing it is as safe as possible.”

“Oh… right.”

Raven smiled and beckoned with a finger. “I’ve made all the preparations I need, and now you and I are going to have some fun.”

“Um… I actually haven’t…” Terra winced, wringing her hands together.

“I know, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“But why me?”

“Because you’re cute.” Raven purred. “Because you blush and stammer and look like you’re going to faint every time I flirt even a little.”

“That’s not…”

“I like you because you’re sweet.” Raven interrupted with a sigh. “I like you because you’re kind. I like you because you like me, and it’s nice to be appreciated. Now do I really need to convince you more or do you want to fuck me?”

Terra made a vague affirmative noise, her face bright red and her head nodding as Raven smoothly drew a line down her leotard, the fabric splitting apart at some invisible seam before falling away from her body.

Raven’s breasts were, if anything, all the more gorgeous out of the suit as they had been inside. The glorious orbs of flesh fell under their own weight and bobbed softly, dark grey nipples dancing as their momentum carried them. Raven’s slit was immaculately groomed, a single black strip of hair standing above her folds like an exclamation point.

Raven smiled again, watching as Terra gawped at her body, big wide eyes scanning up and down over and over as she grew increasingly more vivid shades of red. Eventually her patience wore out and she cleared her throat. “Terra, aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”

“Um… y… yeah.” Tara blinked. “I guess so.”

She fumbled with her belt for a moment before yanking her pants down, the tight brown fabric of her costume peeling away from her skin and clinging to her ankles as she awkwardly tried to free herself. Raven watched with amused silence as Terra fell back onto a stool and angrily tore her costume off her feet, blushing as much with humiliation as with arousal now.

“S… stupid suit gets all sticky when I sweat.” Terra mumbled, trying to pull her shirt over her head. “Um… sorry… I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.”

Raven sighed fondly and padded close, gently taking Terra’s suit and helping her free herself from where her elbows had gotten tangled up in the sleek fabric. The girl was wearing a simple white bra and panties under her suit, nothing exciting, but Raven didn’t much care given that the girl under the cotton was so delightful to begin with.

“Uh.” Terra managed as she found herself staring up at Raven past her mountainous breasts. Raven was silent as she bowed her head, taking Terra’s chin in one hand as she brought her dark lips to the quivering blonde’s. 

As first kisses went, Terra was beyond lucky. Her moan of bliss was muffled by Raven’s tongue as it slipped from the witch’s mouth into her own, playfully flicking Terra’s own tongue before retreating. Before Terra fully understood what she was doing she’d taken two greedy handfuls of Raven’s hips, pulling her desperately closer as her mouth opened wide and pressed to her lover’s.

One grey hand affectionately caressed a blushing cheek as Terra moaned and kissed with all the passion she could, the other deftly popped the clasp of Tara’s bra and brushed the tabs apart.

“r… Raven.” Terra managed to gasp when at last she came up for air, her fingers hungrily probing warm gray flesh as her slim frame seemed to be swallowed by the older girl’s cavernous cleavage.

“No more talk.” Raven tutted softly, sitting back on the bed and bringing Terra down with her. “Do what you want to me, I’ll all yours.”

“Are you…” Terra asked before blinking, realising she was about to question the invitation of a lifetime. With a growl of need, she darted downwards and locked her lips over a nipple, her hands abandoning Raven’s hips to press and knead at the same fleshy orb she was diligently suckling on. Raven’s tit was large enough to comfortably hold both the little blonde’s face and both her hands on it service, but it did leave other areas of her body wanting. Raven sighed and nibbled a lip as Terra chewed gently on her teat, her hands splitting their time encouraging the girl by stroking and squeezing her slim body and tiding herself over by toying with her free nipple and aching clit.

Terra did abandon Raven’s nipple in time, leaving the hard grey nub tender and spit-licked from minutes of kissing, nibbling, sucking and whatever else had come into the blonde’s head. Terra dragged her tongue over the curve of Raven’s tit into the valley of her cleavage, gleefully motorboating herself between the huge udders before continuing her journey with kisses and licks to the sorceress’ neglected left breast.

As wonderful as finally getting a free pass to molest Raven’s rack was, Terra had other pleasures on her mind, and soon brought her attention lower. Her tongue and lips made a wet, messy journey downwards, pausing in the stiflingly hot region of Raven’s underboob before exploring the rolling hills of the sorceress’ belly. Whilst the deep, dark cave of Raven’s cunt was a truly tempting location to pay a visit to, Terra resisted the urge to go spelunking and instead wandered side wards, showing her appreciation to the wide, soft surface of Raven’s thick, meaty thigh.

Raven laughed softly as Terra’s eyes flitted up to meet hers, a nervous light glinting in them even as she nuzzled to her flesh and kissed her sweetly. She shifted and Terra quickly jerked away, only to gulp as Raven stood, towering over her with her hands on her hips.

“Well?” she said softy, an expectant eyebrow raised.

“Um… yeah… yeah ok.” Terra nodded, straightening up and pressing tight back to Raven. She felt vaguely like a dog humping a leg as she licked her way over Raven’s inner thigh, but the taste of her teammates’ sweat and skin had all but eliminated her capacity for embarrassment.

Slowly but inevitably, she made her way around Raven to the main course, the mountains of assmeat that had entranced her for so long.

“Your ass is… huge.”

“Excuse me?” Raven growled, her tone stern although she was smiling playfully.

Terra blinked out of her lust-fuelled trance and gulped. “Um, no… not huge, just… big, in a good way. It’s good to have a big ass, you’re not fat that’s not what I’m saying it’s just… er… your butt is… big and that’s… good.”

Raven chuckled and tangled her fingers in Terra’s curls. “Shut up and get in there.” She sighed before pushing Terra firmly against her cheeks. Terra moaned, thankful for the interruption to her stammering nonsense, and put her lips to better use. She pressed loving kisses to Raven’s cheeks, tracing the curve of her ass before finally nuzzling her face between them.

Blind in the warm softness of flesh, Terra’s wandering tongue found Raven’s cunt first and was surprised to find it soaking wet. She must have been doing a good job after all, for all her awkwardness and embarrassment, Raven was astoundingly aroused.

Her confidence boosted, Terra buried herself snug to Raven’s cunt, tongue swirling around her petals before delving into the tart grey wetness that lay within. Raven cooed with surprise and tightened her grip on Terra’s scalp, her fingers pulling the girl’s hair painfully, but only encouraging her to work faster and deeper.

Terra purred happily, Raven’s moans and gasps a constant affirmation that she was doing a good job pleasing her bombshell of a lover. Her nose poked against Raven’s asshole as she greedily devoured her womanhood and a thought came into the blonde’s head, something she’d never really considered before.

She mulled the thought over for a few seconds, her passionate pussylicking becoming more thoughtful and restrained, much to Raven’s frustration.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already.” She groaned with disappointment. “I’m not even clooooouahhh.” Her complain faded away into a surprised moan as Terra escaped her grip and moved her mouth upwards. Soft lips pressed to her pucker in an intimate kiss before Terra’s hot wet tongue wriggled its way inside her.

Raven groaned loudly before clapping a hand to her mouth, the rooms of Titans Tower were excellently soundproofed so being heard by anyone outside wasn’t a danger, but she’d prefer her dominant position not be weakened by moaning and whimpering with delight as her cute little sextoy frenched her asshole.

Gods above that little slut was going to town on her! Raven had known Terra was into her ass but she’d severely underestimated how much. The little blonde’s tongue was swirling inside her, her lips sucking and kissing at her just as hungrily as she had her real lips. How had Raven never thought to press one of her lovers to her ass and force them to make out with her pucker?

“Mlah.” Terra groaned, tongue finally pulling free of Raven’s pucker as she surfaced for air. Every lungful was perfumed with the scent of Raven’s ass, the taste lingering on her tongue as she moaned and desperately ground her palm down into her gushing womanhood. “R… Raven your butt is so… perfect.”

“Hmm, is that so?” Raven sighed, trying to regain her composure and keep a lustful grin from spreading over her face. “Perhaps you should take a closer look?”

“Huh?” Terra managed to frown before Raven tipped backwards and sat heavily on top of her. Terra squealed as she found herself trapped between the mattress and Raven’s ass, swallowed up by soft covers on one side, and deliciously spongy flesh on the other. Her head was fully submerged in grey assmeat, her world was darkness and heat and the scent of Raven’s arousal. Unable to contain herself any longer, Terra’s fingers dove for her pussy and went to work with feverish need.

The sound of a low laugh managed to reach Terra’s ears even as she pressed happily back against Raven’s rear. Evidently the grey-skinned goth enjoyed watching her masturbate so desperately as she sat on her face. 

“There we go.” Raven teased. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Mhhhm!” Terra whined, barely audible under so much grey flesh.

“But you know… I think I might just have something that’ll feel even better.”

Terra frowned slightly in the darkness, fingers still working urgently between her legs as Raven’s weight pressed her down into the mattress. Alien words drifted into her ears as Raven chanted and suddenly her hand jerked away from her pussy all by itself. She groaned with confusion as a sudden warmth spread over her crotch. 

She felt something hot and hard twitch somewhere above her cunt. She had just enough time to wonder what the unfamiliar new feeling was before Raven’s mouth slipped down over her newly grown cock and pretty much every coherent thought vanished from her mind.

She howled into Raven’s pussy, legs twitching and fingers clinging to Raven’s shiny black hair as the witch bobbed her head hungrily on her pole. Time lost meaning. Unfamiliar sensation and near total isolation from the rest of the world thanks to Raven’s heavy rear left Terra with nothing but the pleasure to focus on. She moaned and shuddered and felt her knees turn inwards, raven’s lips creating a vacuum around her cock, her tongue massaging her shaft up and down and up and down and up…

There was a tug deep within her core, a sort of warm rushing feeling and suddenly Raven hummed with delight. Terra let out a low, soft, rapturous sigh of release as every muscle in her body seemed to relax. By the time Raven lifted herself up off Terra’s face, the blonde was happier and more relaxed than she’d ever felt in her life.

“Mmmhm.” Raven purred, wiping her mouth with a thumb and admiring Terra’s shaking, panting body. “That was just what I needed.”

“I… it’s… over?” Terra whined, forcing herself up onto her elbows. Her cock was still hard, oozing the last of her climax down onto the sheets. “B… but…?”

Raven pursed her lips and turned away. “No buts, I’ve gotten what I needed, you can go now.”

“Wh… what?”

“Did I stutter? Go away.” Raven growled. She could almost hear the Terra’s thought process as she took a few deliberate steps towards the door. Confusion was taking precedence, obviously, Tara’s young mind wondering if she’d done something wrong, if this was how sex always worked, or if Raven had just taken advantage of her. Her mind settled on the last and confusion gave way to sadness and outrage.

“What?!” Terra squeaked, sitting up on the bed and nervously covering her nubile breasts with an arm. “Y… you’re just kicking me out?”

“Did you think we were going to cuddle.” Raven purred, inspecting her nails.

“I thought this meant something! I thought you liked me!”

“I do, you’re sweet, but honey this isn’t a relationship.” Raven sighed, turning her head to flash a cruel smile at Terra. “You’re a fun lay, but now the fun’s over, go away.”

“No!” Terra snapped, standing up like a shot, sadness had been quickly beaten to a pulp by outrage, which of course had been encouraged by Raven herself. She resisted the urge to grin as Terra stalked closer and tried to be intimidating whilst simultaneously having to glare at Raven past her tits. “That’s not fair!”

“Oh, and what’re you going to do about it?” Raven smiled, bending low so her tits were conveniently available to be grabbed by angry little hands. It was a little hammy, but she wasn’t exactly an actor, and she was confident Terra’s frustration would keep her from realising she was being goaded along the path to vengeful dominance.

“I’m… I’m going to fuck you!” Terra shouted, taking two handfuls of Raven’s hanging titflesh and shoving her to the floor. Raven gasped, that had been unexpected, but as Terra sat on her belly and stabbed her lipstick-ringed cock between her breasts she smiled with victory. 

“Your stupid fat boobs were made for this!” Terra growled, bucking her hips faster and faster into the slick, sweaty crease Raven’s breasts made. “You stupid angsty bimbo!”

Raven pursed her lips, not sure if being insulted by her frustrated little domme was bothering her, or if it was just the lacklustre nature of the insults themselves. It didn’t matter, she decided, as Terra pinched her nipples and used them as levers to squeeze her tits tighter together.

“Oof!” she grunted as Terra rammed her hips forwards hard enough to send her breasts wobbling forwards and slapping into her face. “T… Terra!”

“What’s the matter Raven?” Terra growled, still too angry to realise Raven wasn’t fighting back in the slightest. “Don’t like being used?”

“Terra you’re so forceful.” Raven cooed seductively, squeezing the blonde’s ass as she pounded her tits with furious passion.

“You… fucking… slut!” Terra howled, jerking her hips forwards so that the pulsing head of her cock escaped the grey udders massaging it and spurted its payload over Raven’s waiting tongue.

Raven cooed as three or four ropes of salty white spunk draped over her tongue before swallowing and smiling softly up at Terra’s blushing face. The blonde was panting for breath now, sweat dappled her brow making her curly hair twist into tight blonde springs. A grey hand gently patted Terra’s taut rump and Raven chuckled, watching the gears turn in the girl’s head once again.

“You…” she said before her eyes widened. “You wanted me to do that?”

“Maybe a little.” Raven purred, sitting up and sending Terra falling into her lap with a squeak. She took her cheek and kissed her softly. “You’re hot when you’re angry.”

“You… are such… a bitch.” Terra groaned, resting her head on Raven’s chest and letting out a low breath.

“Hmm, you love it.” Raven purred before lifting terra up and dropping her onto the floor.

“We’re not done, are we?” Terra asked, half nervous, half hopeful.

“Are you feeling tired?” Raven smirked.

“Nope.”

“Then we’re not done.” Raven smiled, extending her hand to the little blonde and gracefully leading her to the bed. “Lie back, you’ve earned a rest.” Terra happily obeyed, dropping onto the soft mattress and watching as Raven moved to mount her hungry cock.

“Wait!” she said suddenly, catching Raven by surprise. The grey-skinned sorceress froze, only to smile as she saw Terra’s meek expression. “Face away from me?”

“You really do love my ass, don’t you?” Raven hummed, turning and stroking a hand over the soft curve of her rear. “you want to watch it bounce on your new cock?”

“More than anything.” Terra nodded.

“Well who am I to disappoint?”

Raven dropped herself onto Terra’s pole with a low moan and a meaty smack of flesh, sinking every inch of the magical cock into her sopping hole in one swift movement. Terra’s howl of bliss and the cute little shudder she made as Raven rested her weight on her lap were exactly as sweet as Raven had hoped they would be, bringing a wide, genuine grin to the cold sorceress’ lips.

“Mhhf, I made you so… thick.” Raven whispered, beginning to slowly roll her hips. She glanced over her shoulder, feeling Terra’s hands sink into her cheeks and squeeze. “Like the view?”

“I love your ass.” Terra nodded weakly, biting her lip as Raven squeezed her new shaft. “I love it so much.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

Terra laughed, groaning as Raven bent low and shook her hips, sending her asscheeks jiggling and slapping against her. The sight of Raven twerking on her cock was almost enough to make Terra blow her load but she forced herself to end the show and hold her climax back by bringing one of her palms smacking down onto Raven’s left cheek.

Raven yelped as the spank landed, biting her lip and humming as the warmth the strike left glowed pleasantly on her rump. “Again.”

Smack.

Raven grunted, bouncing herself a little faster on Terra’s cock, eyes beginning to cross with bliss as Terra started to spank her in earnest. Dark grey handprints blended into a dull reddened blush that covered both of Raven’s thick grey cheeks, hot to the touch as terra took a pause in her punishment to feel the quivering flesh of her lover’s rump.

“Shit.” Raven groaned, “That stings.”

“I can stop?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

Terra laughed before moaning as Raven returned to riding her, lying back and watching Raven’s ass jiggle and shake as she bounced. God how many times had she imagined watching that sight before? All those late-night masturbation sessions with her eyes closed picturing Raven twerking her colossal derriere on a stripper pole. Now it was all coming true, well, except the pole. She wondered if Raven could magic one into existence for her? Could she? Certainly. Would she? Well… Terra honestly didn’t know anymore.

She could hope.

“Ohhhh gods.” Raven mewed, rolling her hands over her breasts as Terra thrust up into her. “You… are so good at this.”

“R… Raven, you’re so… tight!”

“Yeah?”

“Y… yeah!”

Raven pulled away suddenly, tipping herself forwards and resting her cheek on the bed. Terra whined as Raven’s cunt slipped from her cock only for her mind to light up with excitement as Raven’s hands grasped her cheeks and spread them wide.

“Come on, don’t keep me waiting.” Raven purred, her asshole winking invitingly as Terra gawped at her.

“You’re sure?” she mumbled, trying to restrain her urge to bury herself completely in Raven’s ass.

“Fuck me already.”

Terra didn’t need any convincing, hurriedly shuffling close on her knees and grabbing Raven by the hips. She rubbed her cock, already lubed with spit and spunk and Raven’s nectar, and pressed it to Raven’s rosebud.

“Oh, fuck.” Raven grunted as Terra moved her hips forwards, forcing her cock inside Raven’s ass with a whimper of need. Raven’s pussy had been tight, but it was nothing compared to her ass. It almost hurt it was such a snug fit, and the heat was incredible. Terra paused to try and get her bearings, groaning as Raven clenched and wiggled against her with impatience.

“S… stop that.” she snapped, landing a smack on Raven’s ass as the witch tried to bounce herself back and forth. “Give me a second to… g… get used to it.”

Raven huffed petulantly and rested her chin on her folded arms, her breaths coming harder and more laboured as Terra slowly sank herself deeper inch by inch. “Come on Terra… fuck me!” she whined, “What are you waiting for?”

“Shut up.” Terra muttered before jerking her hips back and beginning to gently pump in and out of Raven’s asshole.

“Mmf.” Raven grunted as Terra’s hips slapped her reddened rump. “So dominant.”

“You’re just a slut.” Terra retorted.

“Whatever happened to that sweet little girl who drooled on herself whenever she saw my butt?” Raven sighed, nibbling her lip as Terra picked up the pace, moving faster and harder into her.

“I told you to shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.” Raven chuckled, moving to match Terra’s thrusts with her hips, her plump cheeks jiggling and clapping against the blonde’s slender hips with each meeting of their flesh.

Soon enough the smack of a fat grey ass on narrow pink hips filled Raven’s suite, accompanied by the wanton moans and exclamations of delight of a usually stoic magician, and a normally shy, reserved young geokinetic.

“Fuuuck.” Raven groaned as her hands desperately plunged into her cunt, masturbating hungrily as Terra pounded her. “T… Terra wait, let me… change position.”

“F… fine.” Terra replied impatiently, refusing to pull out even as Raven twisted herself, slinging one shaking leg over Terra’s shoulder and lying on her side so she could watch the girl work. “Better?”

“Much.” Raven gasped as Terra hilted herself to the root in her ass. “N… now I can watch your cute face as you fuck me.”

Terra snorted and wrapped her arms around Raven’s thick thigh, hugging it for leverage as she drove her magical cock into the witch’s asshole harder than ever before. It was a better position, Terra had to admit, being able to see Raven’s blushing face and wobbling udders shake with every thrust was just as good as watching her cheeks jiggle.

“God you’re such a fucking… slut!” Terra groaned, pressing her lips to Raven’s thigh and moaning as Raven’s ass milked her cock with ravenous hunger. “How do you pretend to be so cold all the time when you’re really just a needy whore?”

“P… practice.” Raven laughed before moaning as Terra twitched and pumped a good half-dozen spurts of cum into the witch’s guts. “Gods that’s good.”

“Go… again?” Terra panted hopefully.

Raven grinned.

“Absolutely.”

-o-o-o-

The pair of young heroes fucked long into the night, until neither could muster the strength to stand, let along stagger to the shower to clean off. Raven’s ass oozed cum from dozens of orgasms, her body aching from being taken in every position imaginable. On her hands and knees like a dog, with her legs slung over Terra’s shoulders, wheelbarrow positions, missionary, cowgirl… whatever perverse delights had come into the girls’ minds they had gleefully experimented with.

A little past midnight, a thoroughly spent Tara Markov flopped onto Raven’s stomach and whimpered as her cock slithered from her new lover’s hole. “Ah… R… Raven I love you.”

“Love you too.” Raven cooed, stroking a hand through messy blonde hair. “You look so sweet, all tuckered out from fucking my fat ass. I’m definitely keeping you around.”

“K… keeping me?” Terra frowned sleepily.

“Yes… I think I will.” Raven purred, “You’ll be my dirty little secret. My private fuckbuddy. You can help me relieve my stress and in return, I’ll let you play with my ass as much as you want.”

“Really?” Terra asked hopefully, cock beginning to stir. “C… can I sleep in here with you?”

“Hmm, alright.” Raven smiled softly, “How can I say no to someone who just gave me the fuck of a lifetime? Besides, you’re nice and warm.”

Terra’s face lit up with delight and she clambered over Raven’s voluptuous body, nuzzling her face down against a massive sweaty breast and sighing happily. Raven gently cupped her ass with a hand and pulled the covers over them, smiling as Terra began to snore against her nipple, already out like a light thanks to the hours long taking of her virginity.

-o-o-o-

“Friend Raven, have you seen Terra?” Starfire asked, poking her head into Raven’s room with a frown.

“Hm, not since breakfast.” Raven shrugged serenely, kneeling on her bed with her back to the alien girl, her cloak hiding most of her from sight. “Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if we might do the brushing of the hair.” Starfire sighed, “Mine is so long and unruly, and Cassie suggested that it might be a good way for us to bond as friends and teammates.”

“Sounds like fun.” Raven said blankly. “Sorry I couldn’t help.”

“It is alright Raven.” Starfire smiled, “Have fun with your meditation.”

The door clicked shut and Raven sighed, lifting her cloak and giving Terra’s taut belly an affectionate pat. “Well done, I don’t think she suspected a thing.”

Terra’s soft groan of happy pride was muffled on account of her head being once again completely smothered by Raven’s rear end. Only a small tuft of blonde hair poking out from between her meaty cheeks as she slowly rocked her hips against her pet’s face. The vibrator snug inside Terra’s young pussy was still on full strength, but with her hands neatly handcuffed over her navel there wasn’t a thing Tara could to about it. All she could do was lie back and devour Raven’s ass as the cruel witch sat atop her face and teased her mercilessly.

“Tonight I think I’ll grow you a cock again.” Raven purred softly, playing with one of Terra’s nubile breasts as the girl lapped desperately at her asshole. “You’ve earned a treat.”

“Thmmnk mauh rhvhhhn” came Terra’s reply.

Raven chuckled and lifted her hips enough to give Terra some air. “What was that, babe?”

“Thank you Raven.” The little blonde mewed, face red and eyes hazed over with delight.

“You’re welcome.” Raven purred, before sitting herself back down on her devoted pet’s face and sighing happily. It was so much easier to practice her sorcery without her horniness distracting her, she was lucky that Terra was so utterly obsessed with her assets and so delightfully submissive that she was willing to drop everything and fuck Raven whenever the witch asked. She hummed and flipped a page in her book, making sure to wiggle her hips a little every so often, making her fat ass jiggle into her lover’s adoring face to make sure she was paying attention.

She checked that Terra was still conscious every few minutes, raising her hips, often to a whine of needy disappointment from the desperate little slut beneath her. In the past the hours of long meditation and research would have left her a twitchy, horny mess, unable to focus until she’d finger-blasted herself to a few quick orgasms. How wonderfully convenient it was to have such a sweet young slut so utterly in love with her ass to do the job for her.

Raven sighed and fondly tousled the blonde curls behind her ass, thinking just how lucky she was to have a girlfriend like Terra. “Hey babe?”

“Yuh?” Terra grunted underneath her.

“I’m going to take a break from reading now.” she said, lifting herself up and sitting beside her disappointed lover. “Pound my ass?”

Terra’s disappointment vanished and she grinned, spreading her thighs so Raven could work her magic. An ancient chant and a quick blowie later, Terra sighed with delight and sank her new foot-long cock into Raven’s waiting asshole. “I love you.” Terra moaned, fucking Raven as hard as she could as the witch’s ass quivered beneath her.

Raven smiled and matched her thrusts, ass clapping to her cock as they indulged themselves in their new daily ritual. “Love you too hon.”

The rest of the Titans often wondered why Raven and Terra disappeared together so often, a few wondered if the two might have been secretly dating, but none would have ever expected to find Terra balls-deep in Raven’s fat ass. 

That was just fine for the horny pair, their private little anal-obsessed relationship was all they needed to be happy.

(Commission) The Clean Room Chapter Six

The continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch. Tali's new role on the Raiya requires something from her before she can properly take her place, a big fat pair of fake titties. Happily paying a visit to medical, Tali discovers some of the Asari's plan for her species.

-o-o-o-

“G… gosh.” Tali mumbled, blushing darkly as Nurse Anasa helped her sit upright on the medical bed she had been sleeping on. There was a new weight on her chest, or two weights to be precise. When she had been put under her breasts had each been about the size of her fist, now they were only marginally smaller than her head, fat purple teardrops of titmeat that heaved with her excited breaths.

“How do you feel?” The nurse asked tenderly.

“Kinda sleepy?” Tali admitted, poking a finger against her new bust, barely containing her delight as she watched the digit sink into the voluminous flesh.

“The sedative should work its way out of your system quickly.” Anasa smiled, “What do you think?”

Tali nibbled her lip and rolled her hands over her new breasts, feeling her hot, soft flesh jiggle as she let them drop. “They’re so… heavy.”

“You’ll get used to the new weight, we reinforced your back muscles so there shouldn’t be any pain, but you’ll be a little off balance for a while.” Anasa chuckled. “Like them?”

“I love them!” Tali giggled, “Thank you so much!”

“Ah don’t thank me, you paid for them.”

“But I’m just so… grateful.” Tali purred, reaching out and stroking a finger down Anasa’s uniform to where her pants bulged.

“Ah… of course.” The nurse sighed with a wry smile. “Doctor, have we any new patients?”

Doctor Ivika glanced over with an unimpressed expression on her face. “No, Anasa, you may have your fun.”

“Maybe I could show how grateful I am to you too doctor?” Tali smiled hopefully.

“Regrettably, I have other matters to attend to.” the doctor smirked, “Though I see now why the commander snatched you up so quickly, you’re by far the most eager whore I’ve seen in years.”

Nurse Anasa laughed in agreement and took a handful of Tali’s new tit, squeezing the supple flesh and testing it beneath her fingers before pushing her onto her back. “Spread your legs, miss Vas Normandy.” She said softly, “The doctor gets quite irritated if I take too long with my partners.”

“Yes ma’am!” Tali grinned, kicking off the thin blanket that had been hiding her nakedness and splaying her legs as wide as she could, showing off her sopping cunt and the neat patch of curls above it.

Nurse Anasa purred approvingly and stripped herself down before descending onto her eager prey. She was a matron of seven hundred years, large and soft and motherly in frame. Her cock was huge and hungry between her thick, soft thighs, and she drove into Tali’s waiting pussy with the energy of a young maiden.

Tali moaned unashamedly as Anasa pounded into her, lips biting and sucking at Anasa's throat as her limbs locked behind her. 

“Goddess you’re tight, you little whore.” The kindly nurse growled, soft voice heavy with lust.

“S… so big!” Tali squeaked, clinging to Anasa’s back as she was thrust full of Asari cockmeat. She’d lost count of how many fat blue cocks she’d pleasured, but only the captain had been larger than Anasa, and she hadn’t had the pleasure of being a cocksleeve for that bitchbreaker, yet. “H… harder!” she pleaded, feeling Anasa’s hips smack against her.

“Call me mommy, you slut.” Anasa rasped, pressing her forehead snug against Tali’s throat and attacking it with her tongue and teeth. Tali quivered at the command, already so close to her peak after just moments of rutting. It was becoming so easy to cum, the longer she stayed aboard the Raiya the more she sank into a constant heat. Every touch aroused her, every sound, every scent. Every leering grin from an Asari before their hands were on her, every slap of her ass as she walked the halls, every grope of her tits as she took the elevators.

“Mommy!” she moaned, more than happy to oblige. “Oh, mommy your cock is sooo biiig!”

Anasa grunted with lust and rammed into her harder and harder. She shifted her position, moving her hands from the bed to Tali’s hips, squeezing and yanking her with furious desire. Tali’s hands flew to her new tits, tugging on her nipples and jiggling her udders back and forth.

“Aren’t you just the perfect Quarian?” Anasa laughed softly, biting her lip as she pumped her hips forwards. “Captain, ought to… parade you about when we make port.”

“I’d wager she’s planning to eventually.” Doctor Ivika sighed from across the room, watching their mating out of the corner of her eye as she moved about three beds which were curtained off from the rest of the infirmary. “It’s good business, seeing a Quarian so happy being enslaved will attract others like her.”

“Y… you’re gonna bring… more of us… here?” Tali whimpered, eyes crossing as Anasa ground a palm down into one of her tits, mauling the sensitive flesh with greedy fingers. “Make them… like me?”

“Not just here.” Ivika shrugged, checking her omni-tool. “There are plans in motion for your people, I doubt a whore like you would comprehend. All you must know is your place, and what happens if you step out of line.”

“Mhhm, that’s what the collars are for.” Tali giggled.

Ivika looked up sharply and prowled closer. Anasa looked nervous and paused her thrusts, straightening up as Ivika loomed over both her and her mate. The doctor was intimidating at the best of times, when she was angry even the other senior crew got anxious. 

“How do you know that?”

“Um… I… I heard a rumour.” Tali mumbled, “And… there were crates… I brought them to the commander’s quarters.”

“Hmmf.” Ivika sniffed. “So, you do have some understanding of what is to come.”

“Are… are you really gonna cure us?” Tali asked, groaning as Anasa pulled her length from her twat.

Ivika laughed. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing here?” she purred. “You’re even more eager than I thought.”

“You’re… not?”

“I am not.” Ivika confirmed. “There are others who are, I am more concerned with my own projects. Come, I shall show you.” she took Tali’s hand and guided her from the bed, taking her hip as they walked together to the curtains.

The doctor threw them open to reveal three occupied beds, each with a sleeping Quarian. All three were a half-dozen months pregnant and were nude save for their masks. A feeding tube led to their mouthpieces and sensors were attached to both their milk-laden breasts and swelling bellies.

“Oh!” Tali squeaked as Anasa pushed her over a desk and pressed inside her again, fucking her gently so that she could still watch Ivika’s little presentation.

“These are my brides.” She said fondly, running her hand over the first of the Quarian’s stomachs. “My personal playthings, the most viable candidates for my experiments. You remember your medical checks when you came aboard of course?”

Tali nodded, paying close attention even as she was fucked from behind. She remembered being horribly embarrassed at the doctor’s tests, and her lingering gaze. It was silly to think about now, she was a Quarian, she should have been sucking the doctor off rather than teasing her with flesh she rightfully owned.

“These three were the best; strong, fertile. Worthy mothers and obedient cumdumpsters.” Ivika continued. “I trained and prepared them, and once they were ready, I bred them.”

“You… they’re having your babies!?” Tali gasped.

“No.” Ivika sighed sadly. “Regrettably, no. At least not as I wished. This one, Ayi, has lost her child.” She stroked the Quarian’s belly tenderly. “Expected, but no less upsetting.”

“But how did you… do it at all?”

“Ah, a little genetic tampering here and a chemical infusion there.” Ivika shrugged. “Here, Qimi, is carrying a strong child, a son, unfortunately, but alive and well. He is fully Quarian, but I have successfully impregnated her. It is a victory, though a small one.”

“Wh… what about her?” Tali asked eagerly, looking to the last.

“Ah, my greatest success so far.” Ivika smiled, petting the breast of her final guinea-pig. “Bida is carrying a girl, she is Quarian, but so much more. Her child is a hybrid of sorts, I suspect she will take after her mother physically, but her biotic potential and lifespan should be closer to Asari.”

The doctor sighed and patted her final bride’s belly gently. “Progress requires patience. Once my pets have recovered I shall try again, eventually I will find the solution, eventually, I will sire a true daughter.”

“Ahn!” Tali squeaked as Anasa hilted herself deep and released her load. All the talk of Asari breeding Quarians filled Tali’s head with images of herself, fat and pregnant and whoring to her mistresses, gleefully strengthening their race, birthing more daughters for the Asari empire. “Wh… Why?” she managed to mew, feeling Anasa’s load settle in her womb, a hot, heavy, wasted weight. She wouldn’t be impregnated… not until the doctor’s experiments succeeded.

“Why am I working on this?” the doctor asked, raising a brow.

“Why… isn’t everyone?” Tali moaned, “Wh… why can’t… you breed us… now!?”

Ivika was stunned before throwing her head back and laughing. “Oh, I like you, Tali!” she grinned, stepping close and slipping a thumb into her mouth. Tali suckled obediently, lashes fluttering as Anasa hummed and enjoyed the afterglow. “My goals are seen as wishful thinking to most. It is better to focus on achievable goals, the enslavement of your people, the dismantling of your flotilla and other such things. But I… I know I can solve this problem.”

She sighed softly and patted Tali’s blushing cheek. “I lost my family in the war… I’ll use your people to bring more Asari into this world. I’ll repay every lost daughter of Thessia with a dozen more born from Quarian cunts… we’ll rebuild our society better than before, and we’ll bring your people along with us.”

“C… can I help?” Tali asked quietly. “Please?”

Ivika chuckled and slipped her cock from her pants, it wasn’t as long or as thick as Anasa, but it was still impressive and the same lovely shade of violet as the doctor. “You can do what you were born to, for now.”

Tali opened her mouth without a second’s hesitation, tongue lolling, eager to taste Asari cock. Ivika thrust down her throat in one quick motion, gripping Tali’s hair and using her face as a cheap fuckhole to pleasure herself.

“If I’m being honest, Tali, were it up to me every last one of you Quarians would be broodmares first and crew second.” She smiled, “Alas, the captain does not share my eagerness to breed stupid, worthless fuckmeat like you.”

Tali gagged wetly, spit oozing down her chin as Nurse Anasa picked up her second wind and returned to fucking her cum-packed hole. As she was spitroasted, her eyes wandered to her three sleeping sisters, and her mind fixated on being pregnant just like them.

Almost two hours later Tali staggered out of the infirmary as a whole new woman. Her body and mind had been changed more in the past day than they had her entire stay on the Raiya. Beyond her obviously enhanced rack, she’d pleaded with Anasa to give her some tattoos worthy of a true whore and had been obliged. 

Swirling Asari script and floral patterns sleeved her forearms, and a Thessian rose was printed delicately over one of her fat purple asscheeks. A tramp stamp with the Asari word for ‘whore’ was printed proudly above her rear, and a line of text reading ‘property of Asari’ was inked just above her heaving udders. Finally, printed on her left shoulder, the Thessian letter ‘jho’ was tattooed, a symbol long used by Asari supremacists, and now proudly born by their adoring fuckslave.

Tali giggled to herself as she waddled towards the nearest clean-room, her body as much packed with asari spunk as her mind was filled with dreams of being a doting broodmother to her future Asari daughters.

(Commission) Drinks and Dicks for Rebel Chicks

A commissioned piece. With The Empire on the offensive and Kanan away, Hera's already tense relationship with Sabine gets all the more difficult. Deciding that sexual tension is making her captain even more tightly wound than usual, Sabine hatches a plan to get Hera laid with a pair of Wookiees.

Needless to say it doesn't go exactly as she planned.

-o-o-o-

Hera Syndulla scowled as she surveyed the seedy-looking bar before her. She hadn’t been into this part of the city before, but it seemed exactly the sort of place Sabine would hang out in. She sighed heavily and shot an expectant gaze at the young Mandalorian beside her. “Well?”

“Well what?” Sabine asked, immediately on the defensive.

“Why have you brought me to this dump?”

Sabine pursed her lips and grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the bar. “This dump is the best place for drinks on Lothal.”

“Drinks?” Hera groaned. “Sabine, I thought this was important!”

“It is.” Sabine replied, rolling her eyes. “You’re wound way to tight right now. With the empire going on the offensive and Kanan away, you need to let your hair down, so to speak.”

Hera scowled as Sabine pulled her down into a tiny booth in a dark corner of the bar and waved to a server. “Sabine this is ridiculous.”

“One drink.” Sabine said, “That’s all I ask.”

Hera’s scowl deepened, Sabine was always too free-spirited for her liking, always running off and doing her own thing, always playing the loose cannon. It was enough to drive the no-nonsense captain of The Ghost mad most days, but she had to admit with Kanan gone so long and things so tense, it might be nice to relax for just one evening, so long as she kept Sabine reigned in from doing anything crazy.

She sighed and nodded. “Fine, one drink, and one drink only.”

Sabine’s grin widened. “This’ll be fun!”

Six drinks later and Sabine could barely contain her excitement as Hera finished off her latest glass and leaned back in her seat, sighing contentedly. A dark green flush had spread over her cheeks and her breaths were coming hot and heavy, courtesy of a little Rati Nectar slipped into her drink as she wasn’t paying attention. Getting her hands on a few doses of the most powerful aphrodisiac in the outer rim hadn’t been easy, but it was going to be worth it. Once Hera got laid and relieved all that tightly wound tension, hopefully she would get off Sabine’s case.

“I told you this place is great.” Sabine smiled, sipping from her own glass.

“Mhm?” Hera grunted, biting her lip and tugging at her pants. “Oh… yeah.”

“Hey, don’t look now, but I think those two Wookiees are eyeing us up.” Sabine whispered conspiratorially.

Predictably, Hera immediately turned to stare at the pair of huge furry aliens sharing a table a little way away. She actually moaned quietly as she looked them up and down, her system overcome with need as the Rati drove her into heat. “Y… you must be… mistaken.”

“Why?”

“Uh… w… Wookiees wouldn’t be interested in us… would they?” Hera frowned, reaching for her latest glass with a quiet hiccup.

“Not us, you. They’re totally checking you out.” Sabine grinned cruelly. Hera’s flush darkened and she looked over at them again.

“No… no they can’t be… oh they are… they want me, don’t they?”

“Looks like.” Sabine nodded.

“But… Kanan.”

“C’mon, he’s not here… it’ll be fun.” Sabine goaded, “You deserve a good pounding after all your hard work.”

“Yeah.” Hera nodded, “Yeah I do… really… it’s Kanan’s fault for leaving me alone so long.”

“Exactly.” Sabine purred. “Go over and introduce yourself.”

“Yeah… yeah I’m gonna.” Hera smiled, grabbing her drink and slamming it back. “Cheers.” Sabine laughed and clinked her own glass with Hera’s empty one, drinking deep as Hera stood and stumbled drunkenly over to the pair of furry goliaths.

She blinked. Something tasted different about her latest drink, her tongue was going numb. She glanced down and noticed a tiny, empty vial resting beside Hera’s empty glass.

“Oh, you bitch.” She managed to whine before slumping face-first onto the table. 

-o-o-o-

Sabine groaned vaguely, her eyes fluttering open and wincing at the low red light that met them. Still disoriented, she tried to wipe a thin trickle of drool from her chin, only to find her arms pinned behind her back.

Shock and fear brought awareness crashing back to her and she sat up with a jolt, a strangled yelp of panic passing her lips. She was on a bed, that was some small comfort, it at least meant she hadn’t been captured by The Empire or any one of the crime syndicates. The room itself was small and dimly lit, two small windows were at the top of the farthest walls and from the swaying yellow grass outside them, she guessed she must be in a basement. A nice basement. A basement with a comfy bed and lurid red lights and… oh… oh dear.

Sabine’s eyes widened as her gaze landed on Hera.

The emerald skinned Twi’lek was sat on the lap of one of the Wookiees, her bare green butt gently rolling and shifting against a throbbing red pole of cockmeat as long as Sabine’s arm. She was busy kissing the other Wookiee, her tongue and his mingling and duelling between their lips as a large furry hand squeezed one of her hanging breasts. “Hmmm.” She moaned softly as Sabine stared, her nimble fingers tangling in soft copper-coloured fur.

Her eyes met Sabine and an incredibly un-Hera-like giggle came from her spit-licked lips. “You were right Sabine; this is just what I needed.” 

Sabine swallowed, utterly stunned as Hera dismounted the Wookie that had been hotdogging her fat green ass. “H… Hera?”

“Still feeling a little woozy?” Hera sighed in that soft, motherly, patronising tone Sabine had always hated. “It’ll wear off soon. I thought I’d slip a little something into your drink, return the favour.”

“You roofied me!” Sabine yelped, tugging at the ropes wound around her wrists and ankles. Hera sighed heavily and sat herself down on Sabine’s lap, her thick green thighs squeezing on the younger girl’s hips and her sopping green slit kissing her belly.

“You spiked my drink with Rati nectar.” Hera scowled, squeezing Sabine’s jaw. “You thought I wouldn’t recognise that taste?”

‘Ah.’ Sabine thought, ‘Oops.’

Her cheeks flushed darkly, Hera’s grip was so tight, but her hand was soft, warm. So were her tits, pressing gently against Sabine’s own bust. She could feel the Twi-lek’s heartbeat through her heaving udders as they pressed to her, feel how warm her skin was, how wonderfully squishy her tits were. How had she never realised just how big they were before? Did Hera’s jumpsuit keep them squashed down or had she just never payed them enough attention before?

“I didn’t realise you’d… when exactly did you drink Rati before?” Sabine asked weakly, wondering if she could keep Hera talking long enough to slip out of her bonds.

“Never mind that, now I’m horny and these nice boys have been so helpful keeping me company whilst you slept off your drinks.” Hera interrupted, flashing a dazzling smile back at the two Wookiees. “So, I thought I’d thank them and teach you a lesson all at the same time.”

By the gods Hera smelled good. There was something intoxicating about her scent, a complex mix of fragrances that blended into something enticing… hypnotic… mind numbing. Leaning closer without even realising, Sabine drew in a deep breath. The salt of Hera’s sweat was sharp, but the flowers of her perfume were soft and gentle. Wookiee musk was thick and heady, clinging to her naked flesh, marking her as a bitch for Wookie cock, but the sweetness of her own arousal was light and inviting, welcoming any potential mate to her desperate hole. There was something else behind all of it though, something strong and bitter and virile. Surely Hera hadn’t… but the scent clung to her curves so tight… how many delicious smelling loads of Wookiee baby-batter had her captain indulged herself in whilst Sabine slept?

Sabine blinked; Hera had just said something important. “Uh… what?” she asked lamely.

“I said, the boys have been just so lovely to me, I thought I’d thank them by giving them a nice set of tight young holes to ruin.” Hera whispered into Sabine’s ear, her lips brushing her skin and making her tremble. “You’ve never taken a Wookiee cock before, they’ll make you feel like a virgin all over again.”

“Whu… w… wait.” Sabine whimpered, trying hard to clear her head. Hera’s neck was so close to her lips, her soft, sweat-licked skin oozing that intoxicating fragrance. Before she could finish her thought, Sabine was kissing and sucking at Hera’s skin, rubbing her nose against her and moaning wantonly.

Hera moaned as well and clutched Sabine’s hair, pressing against her and purring as soft young lips played with her collarbone. “Hnn, no… here.” She growled, voice thick with need, and yanked Sabine’s head down to her breast.

The young Mandalorian’s mouth found a nipple and latched onto it like a starving new-born, sucking and licking and tugging at it with her teeth, her entire face submerging in pliable green titflesh. Hera purred with delight and kissed Sabine’s scalp. “Ahn… baby… that’s it.” she crooned, “Play with mommy’s tits.”

“Hah.” Sabine panted as Hera suddenly withdrew, her tongue still outstretched, hungry for another taste of her captain’s skin. A low rumbling roar cut her off as one of the Wookiees grabbed her by the ear and brough her face crashing against his cock. Sabine trembled as more than a foot of veiny red cock slapped against her, thick throbbing meat pressing hotly to the bridge of her nose.

Blinded by cock, Sabine could only hear Hera’s giggles as the other Wookiee pushed her aside with a meaty thwack of a furred hand on a plump green buttock. Sabine couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe without inhaling Wookiee pheromones. Her mind was so empty, and her body was so desperately hot.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t use all the Rati on me?” Hera laughed. “There was plenty left for you!”

Oh fuck.

Sabine might have worried about the fact she’d used only one of the five doses of Rati she’d had on her Twi’lek captain, and that the rest was in her system now. She might have squeaked out some plea for mercy or tried to tell Hera just how dangerous such a large dose of potent aphrodisiac could be. Instead she choked and gagged as the first four inches of meaty Wookiee cock were rammed down her throat.

The young Mandalorian didn’t have much time to reflect on her choices, or indeed the texture or taste of the cock pounding her tonsils, before every last inch of the monstrous Wookiee cock pressed its way firmly down her throat. She gurgled wetly, nose brushing thick, soft fur as her pussy gushed with delight. She could still hear Hera’s giggles, but suddenly a far more pressing issue took prominence in her mind.

A strong furred hand grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back, a few inches of slick red cock escaping from her lips as she was tugged away. Something hot and thick and inevitably destined to be inside her rested over her backside.

A whimper passed Sabine’s stuffed lips as the length slipped over her skin, dragging slowly over her flesh until something broad and hard pressed to her petals. What Hera had said suddenly came crashing back to Sabine’s clouded mind. “They’ll make you feel like a virgin.”

Sabine’s howl of pain and delight was muffled by a foot of Wookiee cock sheathed in her gullet, but it was loud enough to send Hera into new fits of delighted giggles as she watched her pain in the ass crewmate get spitroasted.

‘So… fucking… full.’ Sabine whined inside her head, grunting and groaning as thick cocks pressed their way into her tight young body over and over again, stretching her out and filling her completely. It was like she was being fucked by a pair of Fathiers, each monstrous cock making her grunt with stuffed delight as they seesawed into her.

She lost track of time as she was fucked, lack of air and an excess of Rati destroying most of her conscious mind and leaving her a stupid, lustful shell of a girl. She slobbered messily over the copper coloured Wookiee’s cock as he pulled away to let her breathe, her tiny, nimble tongue darting around his pulsing member to a low rumble of pleasure.

The Wookiee behind her, hips flush with her tiny reddened ass, let out a low cry and Sabine squeaked. An explosion of semen rushed through her pussy, past her cervix into her womb. It was so hot she felt like she was cooking from the inside out, but it was the most amazing bliss she’d ever felt in her life. Her lips locked around the other cock and sucked it deep into her mouth, her hands grabbing at the air behind her back.

The second Wookiee finished not long after, howling as a hot, wet, tiny mouth enveloped his sensitive bitchbreaker. Sabine only gurgled as he came, chugging each spurt of virile sperm ravenously until the flow slowly stopped and her mouth was vacated.

“H… hah… was… that all?” she whined, half disappointed, half relieved.

Hera giggled again, sat on a chair with her whole hand buried deep in her drenched green twat. “Not even close! Wookiees cum quick, but they’re ready to go again in seconds!”

Sabine swallowed as the Wookiee behind her slowly pulled out and growled to his friend. a cheerful rumble back and the two switched places, leaving Sabine to guzzle down yet another monster cock, this time marinated in her own quim. The pair came, switched places, and repeated the routine all over again. Sabine squealed and sucked and swelled with Wookiee spunk again and again and again until each time one of her furry lovers pulled out she leaked a torrent of their seed onto the ruined mattress of the bed.

The final nail in the coffin of her sanity came as she was hoisted into the air. The two Wookiees lay back on the bed, cocks pressed together, and brought Sabine crashing down onto both at once. One cock had been enough to make Sabine squeal, two rammed into her once-tight pussy was enough to make her scream.

Hera cackled with debased glee and cradled Sabine’s face, straddling one of the Wookiee’s heads and moaning as he obligingly toyed with her clit. “cum baby.” She crooned, squeezing tight. “Cum for mommy.” Sabine whimpered hoarsely and obeyed, staring into Hera’s eyes as she climaxed her mind into pieces.

Hours later, the Wookiees’ stamina finally ran out, and Sabine was released. The ruined Mandalorian lay on her back, head dangling off the edge of the bed, her entire body blasted with enough sperm to fill a bathtub.

“Maah.” Sabine slurred, tongue lolling and eyes rolled all the way back in her skull. Wookiee spunk clung to her face and sat on her tongue and slithered down her throat like treacle, thick and sticky and almost painfully hot. She could feel it ooze over her skin, dribble down onto her heaving chest and belly to her equally cum-plugged cunt.

There was a flash Sabine could see even through the thick haze of sperm clouding her vision, then another, then another. Hera purred with delight somewhere to her left and one of the Wookiees growled questioningly.

“Oh sure! I’ll send the pictures over now.” Hera laughed. “You can share them around if you want, I don’t really think anyone will recognise her under all that cum!”

Sabine quivered with shame, her tongue slowly slipping back into her mouth with its payload of seed. She swallowed, extended her tongue, and licked a clean circle around her mouth. Gods Wookiee cum was delicious.

“M…mommy?” she managed to croak.

“Yes sweetie?” Hera cooed, stroking a hand through her matted, tangled hair.

“M…more please?”

Hera’s laugh was about as gleeful as it possibly could have been. “Oh, I think the boys are spent I’m afraid.” She sighed, patting Sabine’s cummy cheek.

To her own surprise, Sabine whined with disappointment.

Hera heard and laughed again. “Don’t worry, I’ve got an idea.”

Sabine whined as a sudden heavy weight landed on her face. Hot, soft thighs squeezed down on her ears as a sopping cunt nuzzled her nose. Hera sighed with contentment and tweaked one of Sabine’s nipples. “You can clean Mommy’s pussy out. The boys left enough spunk inside me for the both of us.”

Sabine whimpered, but her hunger was too great for her shattered mind to resist. She greedily set to work suckling her meal from Hera’s well-used pussy, tongue delighting in yet more Wookiee seed to feed her growing addiction.

Long after the pair of Wookiees had left, Hera and Sabine lay together in the ruined bed, licking the cum and sweat from one another’s bodies before the effects of the Rati finally began to fade.

Hera stood at the edge of the bed as dawn broke, hands on her wide hips and a scowl on her face. “You are going to pay for that, you little brat.” She growled under her breath.

Sabine only quivered, her pussy pulsing as Hera’s stern glare. “Yes mommy.”

-o-o-o-

“We’ll only be gone a few days.” Hera smiled cheerfully to Kanan almost two weeks later. “Try not to get captured in the meanwhile.”

“I’ll do my best.” The Jedi smirked. Hera nodded and closed the comm, quickly tapping in the coordinates into the Phantom’s autopilot before dropping her hand to between her legs.

Sabine mewed at the touch, her hazy eyes moving up to meet Hera’s even as her tongue diligently worked on getting her Twi’lek owner off. “You’d better do your best too, slut.” Hera growled, tightening her grip and tugging on Sabine’s bright hair sharply.

“Yes mommy.” Sabine nodded, immediately smothering her face in green pussy to an appreciative mew from Hera.

“Good girl.” The captain purred, leaning back in her seat with a smile. “Very good girl.”

Tardis Trash

Time/Space travel is dangerous, visit the wrong place at the wrong time and you could well wind up a trashy, knocked-up hooker walking the alleyways of some dingy city sucking cock for change.

This piece was made by the lovely Loreleia to accompany my story Girl's Night! 

Girl's Night, Chapter Six.

I'm kind of aware that there are a lot of commission pieces ongoing that are going to take up a lot of my upload spots. I really enjoy writing them, but it's also important to me to put my own content out. With that in mind y'all are getting two chapters today.

As The Tardis refuels on the Cardiff Rift, The Doctor and Yaz must entertain themselves. With unbound lust, a complete lack of any decency, and a highly advanced piece of bio-technology, they take their next steps into depravity together.

-o-o-o-

“Doctooooor.” Yaz whined, lying back and draping herself over the back of her chair. “I’m booooored.”

“I know Yazzie.” The Doctor sighed, “But we’ve gotta refuel. Just a few more hours.”

“Cardiff, what are we supposed to do for fun in Cardiff?” Yaz groaned.

The Doctor looked up from the console, a small smirk on her lips. “It’s a lovely city.”

“It’s dull.” Yaz pouted. “And I’m horny.”

“You’re always horny, my love.” The Doctor laughed. Yaz shot her a dirty look and she stuck out her tongue, returning to work at the console. She hummed to herself as she tapped in chemical formulas, it wasn’t as easy as it once had been, the nice stretching of her asshole by the fat black buttplug nestled in her guts distracted her, but she was still more brilliant than any human.

Hands found her waistband and yanked down her pants. She sighed and bent over a little, cooing as Yaz’s face nuzzled between her thighs. Yaz’s tongue found her slit and began to lap eagerly at it, making the Doctor blush and bite her lip. “S… see, who needs cocks to have fun?”

“Us.” Yaz murmured, pulling back and landing a sharp smack to the Doctor’s rump.

“Well, yeah. But this is nice too.”

“Whatcha working on?” Yaz asked, tugging the Doctor’s butt closer and forcing her thighs apart so she could have better access to her cunt.

“Well, I always get hungry in between our adventures.” The Doctor sighed, mewing as Yaz devoured her. “S… so I thought, well, I’m smart and I’ve got a Tardis that can synthesise anything in the universe, why not make something we can enjoy when we’re waiting for new playmates?”

“Hmmm?”

The Doctor groaned and took a small beaker filled with thick, gooey white liquid. “Try this.”

Yaz tore herself away from the Doctor’s pussy and stood up, pressing her round belly against The Doctor’s back as she took the beaker and threw it back in one gulp. She savoured the taste, swilling the potent liquid around her mouth. Her eyes lit up and she grinned, sticking out her tongue and showing off the pool of goo resting on it. “S’ cum!” she gurgled.

“As close as I could manage without actually cultivating living sperm cells.” The Doctor smiled, taking Yaz’s cheeks and kissing her wetly. Their tongues danced between their open mouths, spilling droplets of synthetic spunk down onto their chests, being smeared and soaked into their clothing as hands groped and squeezed at their breasts.

“S’ really yummy.” Yaz breathed as the kiss broke. “More?”

“As much as the Tardis can make.” The Doctor purred, “So as much as we want, I engineered it to be super nutritious too, so eating it is just as healthy as a fully balanced meal.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re smart.” Yaz giggled.

“I prefer being stupid.” The Doctor shrugged. “It’s more fun.”

“I’m gonna go… take a shower.” Yaz whispered, bringing her hands up to The Doctor’s stained magenta shirt and tugging at her neckline. “Then I’m coming back, and we’re gonna fuck right on the console.”

“That’s not a great idea, the instruments are quite sensitive.” The Doctor mumbled.

“Don’t care.” Yaz smiled. “See you in a bit.”

“Oh, I programmed in the formula to the wider liquid fabrication system.” The Doctor called as Yaz made her way to the door. “So if you want to shower in cum it’d be good to know if it clogs up the showerheads or not, just if I have to make any adjustments.”

“All over it.”

The Doctor smiled and sighed, pouring herself a tall glass and draining it just as quickly. She smacked her lips, delighting in the thick, warm spunk oozing down her throat, and made her way to her favourite seat with her favourite purple dildo fixed neatly onto it. She stepped out of her pants and sat herself down on it, letting out a low coo as its familiar purple length sank deep into her twat. 

She bounced lazily in place for a while, humming and stroking her swelling five-month belly, now at the size most would be at a full nine-months thanks to the thirteen young daughters nestled in her womb. It was a nice feeling, being fat and full of life, she wondered once her babies had been born if she’d go get herself knocked up again… Queen Antianiera had been awfully eager to breed them after all, and there were so many others out there in the stars who would make for such excellent fathers to her children.

“Oohf.” She grunted as one of the little brats in her belly kicked. “Hmm, you like it when mummy fucks herself, don’t you? I’ll bet you’ll all be good, strong studs when you grow up, just like your daddies.”

By the time Yaz returned, The Doctor had slurped down four or five pints of spunk, idly pouring herself glass after glass as she watched porn on the Tardis monitors. It was a messy business, the Doctor wasn’t particularly worried about spilling, soon her shirt was sticky and wet, thick globs of cum sticking to the stained magenta fabric.

“Hey you.” Yaz purred from behind her, her voice soft and sultry. “I’ve got a surprise for you too.”

“Oh?” The Doctor asked, turning and gasping as she saw Yaz. “Oh my god!”

Yaz giggled and hoisted her new tits upwards, clapping the fat brown balls of fat together and pinching her nipples. The Doctor stared, dumbstruck. Yaz had always had nice tits, small and cute, only a B-cup, now she was sporting two fleshy footballs on her chest. Her udders were now the size of plump cantaloupes, perfectly soft and smooth and tear-drop shaped. Yaz laughed again and squeezed her new assets between her forearms, flashing a wide grin to the Doctor. “Awesome, right?”

“What did you do? How are your boobs so big!?” The Doctor demanded, a spark of jealousy glowing inside her suddenly. She stood up with a low grunt of pleasure and stalked closer, grabbing Yaz’s chest and groping her experimentally. “What are these?”

“All me.” Yaz purred seductively. “You like them?”

“What did you do?”

“You being all smart gave me some inspiration.” Yaz grinned. “So I asked the Tardis to make me something to make us even in the tits department.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you’re always lording your titties over me, just cause you’re a fucking cow.” Yaz scowled, “Well now I’ve got fat fucking udders too.”

“I’m only a c-cup!” The Doctor protested, “What are these? Es?”

“Fs.” Yaz smiled. “And I’ve got more so I can make them even bigger if I want.”

“What? Where?” The Doctor scowled, eyes narrowing. She leapt forwards and knocked Yaz onto her ass, hands grabbing and pawing at her pockets as Yaz tried to fight her off.

“Hey! Stop it!”

“No, you’re cheating.”

“Cheating? It’s not a fucking competition!”

“You made it one!” The Doctor hissed, her eyes lighting up as she snatched four tiny syringes from Yaz’s back pocket. “Aha!”

“Nooo, that’s all that’s left!” Yaz squealed, trying to claw them back as The Doctor hastily uncapped them and tore her shirt open. “That’s not fair!” 

The Doctor laughed victoriously as she stabbed all four needles into her breasts, two into each plump orb. “Ha! I win!” she grinned, scampering away and fingering her nipples in anticipation. “And I’m locking the formula out so you can’t make any more!”

“You greedy bitch!” Yaz shrieked, pouncing and slapping the doctor, who fell back squealing and batting at her, bringing them both tumbling onto the floor.

“Traitor!” The Doctor screamed, pulling Yaz’s hair.

“You’re such a greedy slut!” Yaz howled, clawing at the Doctor’s shoulders with her nails. “It was mine!”

“Just because you’re jealous!” The Doctor spat back, biting Yaz’s ear sharply and making the younger girl squeak with pain. Yaz hands slammed downwards onto the Doctor’s chest and suddenly the Time-lord fell back, squealing with pleasure.

Yaz blinked and pulled back, staring down as the Doctor writhed beneath her. Each of her tits had swollen to three times their size, almost as big as the blonde’s head, her nipples were hard and erect and were gushing milk in thick, creamy streams. Yaz grinned slowly and ground her palms down into the Doctor’s new rack a little harder, surprised to see that The Doctor’s milk was a brilliant gold in colour and smelled distinctively of honey. The Doctor’s eyes crossed as the jets of milk pulsed, spraying messily everywhere and thoroughly soaking her. “Mlaaaaaha.” The time-lord gurgled, hands still weakly pushing against Yaz’s face and chest in a vain attempt to escape.

“You like that, you stupid cow?” Yaz growled, kneading the Doctor’s tits and coaxing more and more milk from her thick pink nipples. She shifted and ground her knee between the blonde’s quivering thighs, pressing against her mound and making her squeal and moan all the more. “You like being milked?”

“Yaaazz.” The Doctor sobbed, “My titties! So full!”

“Roll over.” Yaz hissed, grabbing the doctor by the shoulders and flipping her onto her front. The Blonde whimpered as her new udders pressed against the floor, her own weight crushing the immense globes of flesh. “You deserve this, for being so greedy.”

“Greedy cow.” The Doctor whimpered as Yaz’s fingers sank into the warm, slippery flesh of her breasts, squeezing and stroking and pouring her milk out onto the Tardis floor. “Bad girl… so stupid… so greedy.”

“Apologise.” Yaz breathed into The Doctor’s ear, grinding her body tight against the blonde’s back.

“S… sorry Yaazzie.” The Doctor whined.

“Now moo like a good cow.”

“Mooooo!” The blonde squealed, eyes crossing as she gushed her quim over the Tardis floor. Yaz laughed evilly and pinched the Doctor’s nipples, forcing her milk to spray out like a showerhead, she pressed her lips tight against the time-lord’s cheek and growled lustfully.

“I’m going to fuck you now, you stupid whore.”

The Doctor whimpered with shameful delight, kneeling and milking herself brainlessly as Yaz rummaged through the box of sextoys under the console. The sensation of milk gushing out of her had her practically dripping with arousal. It seemed on top of sparking growth in her breasts it had completely sent her into overdrive, causing her to lactate like a fountain.

A soft coo of bliss escaped her panting mouth as Yaz slipped the broad, fat head of a truly immense blue dildo into her sopping cunt. In an instant her voluptuous rear was quivering and twerking as she shook herself back against the invading rubber, desperate to slide every last inch into her gushing womanhood. She heard Yaz mew and glanced back, sobbing with arousal as she saw Yaz guiding the other end of the blue shaft into her own hole.

“Love youuuu.” She moaned, wiggling herself back against the dildo, eager to feel Yaz’s fat brown butt stroke her own fleshy white cheeks. Yaz groaned vaguely, apparently distracted from her attempts to punish the doctor by her own pleasure, The Doctor couldn’t help but be a little disappointed.

“Love you too, you fucking heifer.” Yaz growled, biting her lip as she forced herself backwards. The Doctor giggled and lowered herself to the ground, moaning as her new udders squished against the cool Tardis floor. What little milk remained sloshing inside her began to ooze out from the pressure of her own body resting on the immense pale tits.

A wet slurping, slapping sound drifted through the Tardis as both women’s sloppy cunts sucked at the dildo, greedily inhaling it into themselves, working closer and closer to one another to a chorus of whimpers and moans.

The Doctor giggled. “Mooo! Look how much milk I’m squirting out! Moooo!”

“Uhhh, fuck.” Yaz groaned. “Damn it.”

“Whu… what?”

“I’m lactating too.” Yaz whined, “Fuck it feels so weird.”

“We’re both stupid slutty cows now!” The Doctor grinned vacantly. “God it feels so good to be a dumb preggers bimbo!” she jerked her hips and mewed with delight as she finally felt the soft kiss of Yaz’s ass against hers.

The clapping of flesh sounded as Yaz and the Doctor fucked themselves ass to ass, fat doughy cheeks clashing with every twitch of their hips. It wasn’t long before both of them were panting and grunting like animals, their meeting wet and sticky with one another’s arousal. The Doctor gasped and squirted messily against Yaz, resting her head on her arms and twerking her fat ass contentedly.

“Yazzie?”

“Yuh?” Yaz grunted, working herself closer to her own orgasm even as The Doctor slowed down to lazy, sleepy rolls of her hips.

“We should get married.”

Yaz bit her lip, gasping as she came. “You… you wanna get married?”

“I love you so much.” The Doctor mumbled. “I wanna be your wife. We can be slut wives together. We can travel and whore and get knocked up together for ever!”

“But… you’re gonna outlive me by thousands of years.” Yaz breathed, letting out a soft sigh as the Doctor crawled away, tugging the fat blue shaft out of the soaking mess between her thighs and licking it clean.

“So let’s make the most of the time we’ve got.” The Doctor purred, handing the other end of the messy dildo to Yaz so they could both lick and suckle it clean of their quim. “Be my wife Yazzie, Pwease?”

“Hmmm, ok.” Yaz smiled, slipping her lips over the dildo and sinking herself as far down as she could. The Doctor giggled with delight and did the same, the two sharing a wet kiss as their lips met at the halfway mark of the immense rubber shaft. “But…” Yaz gurgled as the fat dildo vacated her throat. “I want it done right… I want… a proper wedding.”

“Ooooh, can we invite your family?” The Doctor grinned eagerly, Yaz slapped her cheek, scowling.

“No! they’ll only ruin it, they won’t understand!”

“Aw… are you sure? Your sister’s cute.” The Doctor pouted. “And I bet your mum would make a great whore if we corrupted her.”

“You’re not allowed to fuck my mum, or my sister.” Yaz growled, staggering to her feet. “I won’t travel with you if you do.” The Doctor pursed her lips and whined, shuffling closer and winding her arms around Yaz’s waist.

She kissed the taut brown skin of Yaz’s pregnancy and smiled up at her. “Ok, Yazzie. I promise.”

“Good.” Yaz smirked. “Now lie down, I’m gonna sit on your face.”

“Mmmm, I knew there was a reason I loved you.” The Doctor purred, obediently lying back and grinning Yaz rested herself comfortably on top of her, sighing as her new fiancé’s tongue began to slather against her cunt. She glanced over at the console and licked her lips, suddenly ravenously hungry. The Doctor’s pint glass was still balanced on the console, a thin sheen of spunk still glazing it, she smiled and grabbed it.

“God this stuff is so fucking good.” Yaz groaned, smacking her lips and slurping a thin rope of cum off her chin, dipping her glass back under the tap on the console and refilling it to the brim. She could feel the hot, sticky goo slide against her fingers as it overflowed. She hummed, drinking in a deep breath of the smell as she brought it up to her lips again. “Delicious.”

The Doctor hummed beneath her, tongue sliding up and down the sloppy mess of her womanhood. Yaz giggled at the sensation, pulling away from the glass and hiccupping. Long strands of spunk dangled down from her chin, dripping onto her fat new tits. She cooed and reached down with her free hand, smearing the thick white drops into her soft brown skin. The cum felt as good on her flesh as it felt slipping down her throat, she mewed and looked down.

The Doctor’s fat, round belly was standing upwards just beneath her new udders which were resting against Yaz’s thighs. Her legs were parted, bent at the knee and quivering, her cunt was wet and glistening, eager to be played with, if only The Doctor’s hands weren’t busy gripping and squeezing Yaz’s ass as it smothered her.

Yaz groaned and tipped the glass, pouring the last half of the sperm over her chest and cooing as it oozed down her flesh. She watched the little rivulets of spunk dribble over her coffee skin, tracing the swell of her fat new tits, oozing over the roundness of her swelling belly, and making their way down to where the Doctor was greedily devouring her pussy.

“I’m… gonna make you… lick every last drop of this off me.” Yaz growled, reaching down and groping one of the blonde’s plump udders. “And then… we’re going to take a bath in cum.”

“Mhhhmh.” The Doctor mumbled; voice muffled by Yaz’s flesh.

“And then… we’ll get married. By someone beautiful, with a fat fucking cock. And she’ll fuck us in front of everyone.”

“Hh.” The Doctor sighed as Yaz slipped back, cradling the blonde’s cheeks in her hands. “We’ll have our first kiss with two mouthfuls of spunk between us.”

“And we’ll get matching rings.” Yaz mewed as The Doctor stroked her petals with dainty fingers. “Nose rings?”

“Nipple rings.” The Doctor frowned.

“Oooh, Clit piercings!” Yaz grinned. “We can rub our rings together when we scissor.”

“You are so fucking smart.” The Doctor sighed lovingly. “Who shall we invite?”

“Can we bring the people we’ve fucked? Antianeira? The Perisites? Queen Allecor?” Yaz asked.

The Doctor pouted. “The Perisites won’t leave their village and Queen Allecor won’t leave the moon just for us. Antianeira might come, but it might be bad for the timeline for her to leave her time.”

“So… none of our friends.” Yaz sighed sadly. The Doctor rolled over and kissed her gently, scooping up the cooling sperm sticking to her skin.

“We can make new friends, a proper bachelorette party will need plenty of cocks for us to suck.” The Doctor purred. “Now… how about that bath?”

Yaz purred and bit her lip, raking her hands through The Doctor’s matted hair before hauling herself to her feet, she turned and blew a kiss over her shoulder, putting a little extra sway in her hips to make her ass bounce as she headed for the bathroom.

The Doctor sat up and watched her bride-to-be leave. She licked her lips, and quickly followed, plans to thoroughly gorge herself on her fiancé’s cunt already swimming in her mind.

(Commission) The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Two.

A commission from AshenGray.

Whilst her body is fucked and twisted into the perfect seed-barer, Arruk's mind is taken to Aisshaee's realm. Desperate to resist her new mistress to the very last, she challenges the Dryad Queen to a duel, only to soundly defeated yet again.

This chapter has a little violence and a tiny bit of blood if that's something you want to avoid.

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Arruk bared her teeth in a furious snarl, powerful arms straining with effort as she struggled to her feet. She was barely upright, chest heaving, and shoulders slumped, but she refused to concede defeat, not here, not to Aisshaee.

“I… will not… be your slave.” She grunted, listing to one side and threatening to collapse back onto the floor.

Aisshaee raised a neat brow the same dark green as her hair. A lazy smile played over her face. “You’re still so wilful, even drained… I’m impressed.”

Arruk growled and staggered a single step towards the twisting wooden throne. Her eyes vaguely took in a few dozen other dryads assembled around the chamber, some were like the girls who had captured her, others were older like Aisshaee. A pair of Dryads were stood beside the throne itself, curvaceous bodies clad in polished wooden armour and carrying tall curving spears.

She could have taken them under normal circumstances, one good swing of her axe would have splintered their armour and hacked their limbs to kindling. Unfortunately, she didn’t have her axe, or any of the strength she had taken for granted all her life.

Arruk swung a fist at the nearest guard who neatly stepped back, causing the addled orc to overbalance and crash to the ground. She groaned with pain and rage, trembling as she tried to force herself upwards again.

A soft, cool foot pressed down on her head and stopped her. “Please don’t. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

“I… will… kill… you.” Arruk groaned, fighting to move her head from the floor as Aisshaee effortlessly kept her pinned with a single foot.

“Why dear? Why be so violent? I’m only trying to help.”

Arruk forced an impressively might roar from her lips before falling limply onto her face, her limbs refusing to lift her weight in the slightest. She lay sprawled on the smooth floor of Aisshaee’s chamber and seethed in impotent rage, body shaking and tears of frustration begging to be released from her eyes.

The orc heard Aisshaee tut softly and felt the weight of her foot leave her braided hair, but she couldn’t move so much as a muscle. The Queen’s knees dropped into her vision and gentle hands guided her head up, resting her chin on a soft, welcoming thigh. “Oh, my sweet warrior, this must be so frustrating.” She cooed, her tone saccharin sweet and sympathetic even though her eyes were alight with victory. “I know this is scary, but you’ll come to love me in time. Before long you’ll forget all about your tribe and your family, about the outside world completely. Everything you need is within me; you’ll understand that soon.”

“C… coward.” Arruk rasped, the effort to speak almost as taxing as moving herself.

Aisshaee sighed and stroked her braids, “Would it make you feel better if you were defeated in battle, hm? I know being so easily seduced and fucked into submission must be humiliating for a proud orcish girl like you.”

“Give me… my axe… and I will carve you into pieces.” Arruk grunted.

“Of course, dear.” Aisshaee smiled, gently bringing her palm to Arruk’s panting lips. Water welled in her cupped hand as if it were seeping from inside her, filling her palm until it was just about to overflow and The Queen tipped it into Arruk’s helpless mouth.

The orc spluttered as stinging-cold water rushed past her teeth and onto her tongue. In an instant she had rolled away from The Queen and shot to her feet before she had even realised what she was doing. She blinked with sudden confusion. She felt… good, strong… more than strong, she felt powerful.

“What was that?” she growled, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand.

The Queen smiled charmingly and folded her hands behind her back. “Water.” One of her guards threw her spear to Arruk, who caught it in surprise. “Come, strike at me.”

“You are unarmed.” Arruk frowned, glancing at the watching crowd of Dryads, they seemed to have multiplied since she first came in, now numbering far too many for her to count.

Aisshaee flashed a smile and wiggled her fingers, each baring an inch-long talon of razer-sharp wood. “Never, my love.”

Arruk bared her teeth and snapped the spear over her knee, brandishing the blade as a makeshift sword before lunging forwards. Her weapon whistled as it cut through the air, hurtling down towards Aisshaee’s smiling face. In an instant, The Queen was no longer in her path, and was stabbing a finger into Arruk’s shoulder.

Arruk roared with pain and swung a wide arc. The Queen went from being moments from death, to neatly sweeping under the orc’s arm, to piercing her belly with the same finger in a blur of movement.

Dark green blood seeped from Arruk’s abdomen as she howled with pain and rage and frustration. Another strike towards The Queen, this time a straight shot, the point of her blade coming squarely towards her soft, svelte belly. The Queen pirouetted and ducked, slashing Arruk’s thigh as she completed her spin and coming bouncing back up with a smile on her face.

Arruk crashed to one knee and made one last desperate swipe. The spear’s edge came a finger width from Aisshaee’s side before she moved, springing into the air and rolling onto the ground. Five bladed fingers darted upwards and bit into Arruk’s outstretched arm like her flesh was warm butter.

The spear clattered to the ground as Arruk bawled with agony, clutching her forearm as her lifeblood spattered the ground. The duel had lasted less than ten seconds, and Arruk was defeated yet again.

She cried openly, tears finally escaping from her and coming rolling down her green cheeks as she howled and lunged at The Queen, fingers outstretched and tusks ready to impale. Aisshaee caught her by the shoulders as she lumbered towards her, lifting her into the air as if she were a baby before bringing her crashing down onto her back with enough force to splinter the wooden floor.

As Arruk lay dazed, The Queen shrugged her dress from her shoulders and took her seat on the defeated warrior’s belly. She lowered herself to Arruk’s throat and kissed her sweaty flesh before speaking. “You’re mine, sweet.” She purred, fangs bared and gently grazing Arruk’s skin. “Fair and square.”

“N… no.” Arruk whined petulantly, raising an arm to grab at The Queen. Her movement was sluggish, both from her severe beating and increasing blood loss. Aisshaee gently took her arm and patted her fondly.

“Yes.”

She brought her lips to each of her wounds in order and tenderly kissed them, erasing each without a trace. Arruk whimpered as The Queen nuzzled to her belly and kissed away the cut on her abs, lingering for a moment to coo and fuss over the rippling green muscle beneath her. “I’m a generous queen, love. See?” she whispered, grinning widely as Arruk trembled under her touch.

The orc barely fought back at all as Aisshaee pushed her legs apart and rested her throbbing cock over her belly. She had enough strength left to turn her head, determined not to watch as The Queen defiled her once and for all.

A positively kitten-like mew escaped her as Aisshaee pressed her head inside her folds, followed by a gasp as every last inch of softwood cock followed in one sharp thrust. Arruk could feel the damn cock press against the inside of her womb as The Queen hilted herself inside her for all to see.

“Ah.” Aisshaee sighed blissfully, gripping Arruk by the hips and basking in the sensations for a moment. “My love you are so tight.”

Arruk didn’t respond, both out of spite and out of fear that if she opened her mouth she’d moan and give the crowd watching exactly what they were waiting for. She bit her tongue and clapped her hands over her breasts, trying to hide the mighty globes of titmeat from the leering crowd of tree people.

The Queen laughed and began to thrust deep. Wide, full hips smacking against muscle and green skin with a satisfying smack. Arruk was as thickly haired beneath her belt as she was above it, and Aisshaee hummed at the pleasing sensations of thick curls tickling her cock as she fucked her prize.

Arruk realised she was wet and flushed with humiliation. She ground her teeth harder down into her tongue, trying to ignore her breasts jiggling and swaying with each thrust of The Queen into her sopping cunt. Aisshaee simply enjoyed the feeling, she would drink Arruk’s arousal just as eagerly as she drank the sacred water that fed her tree and her brood.

“Oh Arruk, such a good little slut you are.” She cooed teasingly, laying herself flat over her pet orc’s belly as she pounded her harder and harder by the moment. “You’re not even fighting anymore.”

“I… am not a slut.” Arruk grunted sharply.

“But you’re enjoying my cock so much!” Aisshaee gasped in mock surprise, “And you’re squeezing your lovely breasts so eagerly!”

Arruk jerked her hands away from her tits immediately. She hadn’t been groping herself at all, just gripping her flesh to hide her nipples, but in a moment of stupid embarrassment she had once again been defeated by The Queen.

“Ahhhhhhh.” Aisshaee sighed with delight, sinking her hands into the soft, squishy masses of Arruk’s bust, kneading her tits like dough, like a kitten pawing its blanket. Arruk gasped at the sudden sensation and arced her back, whining as Aisshaee buried herself deep and sank her face between her tits.

“This is lovely, isn’t it?” The Queen purred after a few moments spent smothering herself in orcish udders. “I’m having such a wonderful time.”

“I… hate you.” Arruk whispered.

“Not for long.” Aisshaee promised. “Soon you’ll love me, worship me… soon I’ll own you.”

“No… no you wooouuuugh!” Arruk began before howling as Aisshaee thrust into her and released the first of many loads of her seed. Golden sperm, almost painfully hot, rushed through Arruk’s womb before spilling out of her. A cheer went up from the crowd of watching Dryads, a celebration that their queen and mother had just created new sisters to join their ranks.

Arruk shook as Aisshaee easily manhandled her into a new position, squeezing her eyes shut as she lay on her side, the dryad queen pumping into her gold-leaking pussy with devious glee. She could hear the chatter of the dryads as she was taken, their cheers and laughter cutting her as badly as Aisshaee’s claws whenever their queen blasted her babymaker with another steaming load of golden seed.

By the time The Queen tired, Arruk was swollen with sperm, looking as pregnant as she undoubtedly was. Aisshaee stretched lazily for a moment before finishing herself off, a few last ropes of cum landing over the orc’s blushing cheeks. She smiled and rested her cock on the girl’s shoulder, raking her fingers through her braided hair and shivering with delight as her pet whimpered beneath her.

“Are you going to keep fighting, or are you going to be a good pet?” Aisshaee cooed, stroking a talon down Arruk’s cheek before gently nicking her chin, a tiny bead of blood swelling up before being brushed away.

Arruk shuddered and forced her eyes up, her bloated belly warm and tingling as her reproductive organs were co-opted by Dryad magics and twisted into an endless source of new seeds. She was pregnant, it was over.

“I’ll… I’ll be good.” She whispered, flinching as Aisshaee hefted her cock and slapped her in the cheek with it. “Please… no more.”

The Queen’s face was split by a delighted grin and she turned away. “Take her to my chambers, girls. Mommy must make sure our new pet is properly housebroken.”

Arruk groaned as she was taken by the arms and dragged away, leaving a trail of golden spunk in her wake.

The Last of The Time Whores

The last of the interim commissions, this time linking to Girl's Night showcasing a potential partnership and look for The Doctor and The Master as they fall into inescapable depravity.

 This piece was once again made by BecSantus, who does great stuff!

(Commission) Satin and Scandal.

A commissioned piece.

Cassandra Pentaghast is crowned as Divine, but this role comes at the cost of her lover. The only choices left to her are to abandon the man she loves, or break the rules of her position.

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The grand cathedral of Val Royeaux was magnificent even compared to the city that surrounded it, stained glass and marble and gilded pillars. Ribbons of silk embroidered with passages from the canticles crossed the ceiling. The smell of incense permeated everything, a hypnotically calming scent that seemed to emanate from every surface, even though no burners could be seen.

A crowd of thousands had assembled to the cathedral’s halls, a crowd of tens of thousands lingered outside to clog the streets of the capital and turn the fields beyond Val Royeaux into a sea of tents.

It was a coronation like no other, even though the naming of a new divine was always a momentous event, with countless numbers of faithful making the journey not just from Orlais, but Ferelden, The Free Marches, Nevarra, even Antiva. This year was different though, this coronation meant change, and that was exciting.

Though few would admit it openly, the Chantry had been treading water the past few decades. As the last blight swept across Ferelden it had done nothing to stem the tide, hiding behind Orlesian borders and hoping that the Grey Wardens would do their job and end the destruction before it could move east.

Then the civil war, Mages freed from their towers, Templars openly dismissing Chantry oversight and running rampant. What had the Chantry done to respond to this rebellion, both of its servants and those they were bound to protect and police? They had offered impotent warnings and useless compromises for months, until finally the Divine had stepped in and dismissed her own advisors’ pleas to stay her voice.

The first real decisive action the Chantry had made in decades, and it had blown up in their faces, quite literally. The death of Divine Justinia had left the Chantry nakedly useless, collapsing into infighting and blame-throwing, all whilst the Inquisition had done the real work and stopped not only the murderers of the divine, but the civil war, a rogue magister, and a fledgling blight.

Cassandra Pentaghast had declared that Inquisition, the one that had led the fight and saved Thedas, and now she was about to take the Sunburst Throne. She was a radical, someone who would have the Chantry use its resources, and whilst there were many wary of what the new Divine had stated were her goals, the prospect of an active Divine was exciting for all.

Cassandra would be good for Thedas, one way or another, either by setting a good example, or by embarrassing herself and putting down any other radical candidates that would upset the status quo.

Inquisitor Anavis Trevelyan had complete faith in the former, even as he stood and tried not to choke on the incense filling is head. He stood near the front of the immense crowd that was packed into the cathedral, watching with mixed feelings as his lover was made the most powerful woman in Thedas.

He was proud of course, and he had absolute faith in her, if he hadn’t, he never would have recommended her… but he wasn’t without his doubts. For one Divines had a nasty habit of being assassinated, it was an unofficial annual tradition that some Orlesian noble with a grudge or Antivan Crow chasing Sovereigns took a knife or a poisoned chalice to the head of the Chantry. And then there was Cassandra herself, now Divine Victoria, supposed to be stately and celibate and remain in Val Royeaux unless under extreme circumstances.

He swallowed and glanced awkwardly up and down the aisle he was standing in, eyeing nobles and clerics who were all watching Cassandra. It was for the best, he reminded himself, steadying his shaking left hand as it twitched. Cassandra was meant for this, she would be happy, and she would have the power to change the world for the better, even if it meant sacrificing what they had built together.

He forced his gaze upwards, clasping his trembling hand in his other and hiding them behind his back. Maybe a hundred feet away Cassandra was sat upon the Sunburst Throne, looking radiant in robes of white and an outrageous, yet admittedly elegant, headdress. Her dark eyes caught his in an instant and her face lit up, a giddy grin spreading over her lips as she realised he was there to watch the most important moment of her life.

She had been nervous all day, that was only natural given what was about to happen, but oddly what made her anxious wasn’t the coronation, but how Anavis would respond. He had supported her outwardly, as he always did, but she knew he must have his doubts. He loved her, and she was leaving him, if only out of necessity.

Cassandra had been scanning the crowd for some time in between recitals of the Canticles and affirmations of her faith. She saw a few familiar faces, but it was only in that moment she saw him. He returned her smile, but his dark blue eyes were so sad it made her grin falter in an instant. She blinked, realising that she was about to be asked to make yet another vow and glanced up at the Grand Cleric.

When her eyes darted back to where her beloved had been standing, he was gone. Panicked, her eyes flew across the crowd, catching a flash of green cloth just by a pillar and recognising it as his cloak. She flicked a wrist and beckoned to one of her guards with a finger, whispering into her ear urgently.

“Please, The Inquisitor, ask him to stay? I would like him to stay… so I can talk to him afterwards.”

“At once, Your Perfection.”

She watched out of the corner of her eye as her guard made her way along the wall and caught Trevelyan by the wrist, speaking softly to him. He looked from her to Cassandra and smiled weakly, nodding. Cassandra breathed a soft sigh of relief and turned her attention back to the matter at hand.

It was late night by the time the ceremony ended and Divine Victoria formally took the Sunburst Throne.  A thousand well-wishers and devotees paying their respects to her before at last the great Cathedral was empty of everyone but her, her attendants, and her lover.

Anavis had waited as patiently as he was able, trying to keep his mind occupied. At first he had admired the paintings and stained glass and tapestries, the ones he had seen so many times in books before. The originals were breath-taking, though much like the incense, they were overwhelming. Hardly any surface was not covered in some form of art, and those that were had been polished or gilded to such a sheen they were just as dazzling. It was hard to reconcile the experiences of real life with the opulence of the Cathedral. How many chantries had he seen that were little more than barns, run down and held together only through charity and relentless hard work from the chantry sisters?

How many mouths could just one of these golden-painted pillars feed? How many homes could fit into the cathedral, let alone the sprawling grounds outside. He sighed heavily, faithful though he was, his feelings on the Chantry’s methods and priorities had never been too kind.

Once the ceremony itself had ended he made small talk with the few people that sought him out, mostly nobles or clerics that new him by reputation and hoped that getting on his good side would earn them favour with the new divine. There were a few welcome faces though, Cullen, Leliana and Josephine all passed by for a short while, Vivienne made an appearance, but shot him only the briefest of hellos. Ultimately it was Dorian who he spent the most time with, who as always was more than happy to idly gossip the time away before paying his mostly sincere respects.

“Leave us.”

Anavis jumped at Cassandra’s voice, glancing up to see her rise from the Sunburst Throne and wave away her guards and attendants. After hours and hours of chanting and then talk, hearing only Cassandra’s voice echoing off the walls was a shock to the system.

She moved with purpose down the steps of the dais towards him, the same confident strides she would have made if she were in her usual armour. Strangely, she was more intimidating head to toe in those robes than she had been with a sword at her hip, and that was already plenty terrifying.

Anavis swallowed as she slowed to meet him halfway. “Congratulations are in order Divine.” He smiled, bowing to hide just how fragile his smile was. “Your Perfection.”

“Inquisitor.” She said softly, returning the smile. “Trevelyan.” She closed the gap between them, stepping close and sighing before moving closer.

“My love.” She breathed, pressing her cheek to his and winding her arms around him.

Anavis could have cried, but managed to contain himself, pressing his face down against her shoulder and returning the hug. Cassandra’s grip was tighter than he’d ever felt before, barely softened at all by the lack of plate mail. Even with the incense she smelled the same as ever.

She broke away first, holding him by the forearms as she stepped back, a slight flush glowing over her cheeks. “I… was worried you were leaving.” She said quietly.

“No… I just didn’t want to distract you.” Trevelyan murmured, “this is the most important day of your life, too important to have you thinking about me rather than the coronation.”

“You’re always on my mind, love.” Cassandra smiled before pursing her lips and glancing around the cathedral. “Come, we can talk privately in my chambers.”

“That might not be a good idea…” he winced, glancing around in case any Clerics had lingered to make sure the scruffy mage lingering in the back didn’t try anything with the new Divine.

“Come.” Cassandra repeated, a little more forcefully. “Please?”

The walk up to Cassandra’s new residence was a long one, libraries and living spaces and rooms to prepare herself within all passing by in silence before they stepped into her bedroom. “Is the Divine supposed to have male guests in her bedchambers?” Anavis asked awkwardly as Cassandra gingerly lifted her headdress and brushed her dark hair back into shape.

“Most likely not, and certainly not mages, but I suspect there are many things I am not supposed to do that I will be ignoring.” Cassandra hummed, plucking her gloves from her hands one finger at a time.

Anavis rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Victoria, you were born for this… I’ve never been more certain about anything. You are going to change the world for the better, more than I ever could and I’m… eh… I’m just so proud to have been at your side.”

Cassandra turned and smiled, gently winding her arms around him again. “Call me Cassandra, please?” He swallowed again and leaned into the hug. “I’ve always been Cassandra with you, no pretences no illusions… just me, and you.”

“I’m sorry, Cassandra.” Anavis nodded. “This is all so strange.”

“I know… it makes my legs quake. I wonder, how am I to replace Justinia? She was so wise and so patient; in ways I can never be.” Cassandra whispered, squeezing him a little tighter. “I have to live up to her legacy, be the Divine she would have wanted to take her place… but I must also take my own path. I could never forgive myself if I didn’t use this opportunity to help people, even if it is not what Justinia would have done. I must walk the line between honouring her and helping those I must help… I must, no matter what it costs.”

“And… us?” Anavis asked reluctantly, feeling Cassandra’s grip on his cloak tighten immediately. “I… I will do as my Divine commands, if she wishes me to stay by her side… or if she… wants me to step aside.”

“My love…”

“I am your servant, Divine. Please don’t try and spare my feelings.” He said firmly, pulling away as best he could. “If I am a distraction, if you need me gone, I will go, you need only say the word.”

Cassandra was silent for a while, cheek pressed to his shoulder, hands thoughtfully resting over his back. she sighed softly to herself and squeezed before slipping away. “I… will always love you.” she whispered. “But things have changed… I fear we… we cannot have the life we spoke of before. As Divine I cannot marry, I cannot take a lover… I cannot have a family.”

“I… understand.” Anavis nodded weakly, feeling like he was shrinking with every word she spoke.

“I miss you.” Cassandra said, taking his hand and clutching it tight. “I miss you each moment of each passing day. I miss… I miss your voice, and your laugh… I miss you beside me as I sleep at night, but I cannot have you, no matter how much I wish I could.”

She cleared her throat and bowed her head a little. “I wish that our lives were different, that there was no evil in this world, that there was no calling for either of us to answer. Please do not hate me for this… if… if you wish to leave then you have my blessing. If you… you wish to move on without me, to find a lover who can make you happy I wish you nothing but the best.” Her voice broke and she shook her head, letting go of his hand and angrily swatting tears out of her eyes. “F… forgive me, I…”

She trailed off and forced her head up straight, desperate to appear as strong as she had always been before. Anavis’ palms cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing the few unshed tears from her dark eyes before speaking. “There is nothing to forgive.” He breathed. “You are the most wonderful person I have ever met; I love you more than I have loved anything in my life before and I don’t think that will ever change.”

“Ana…” Cassandra choked.

“I will go… if that is what you want… but I really, really want to stay.” He smiled tearfully. “I would be happy, even if I was the poor bastard cleaning the cathedral privy, if it meant I could be at your side.”

Cassandra laughed, covering her mouth and trembling as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I will stay by your side for the rest of my life, whatever the price, however I must do it, until the moment you say otherwise.” He promised, “I will love you always, from your bed or from across the cathedral or from the other side of Thedas if I must… if you’ll allow me.”

Cassandra let out a sharp breath of relief and half-lunged, half-fell forwards, tackling him in her tightest hug yet, making him groan with pain before taking her in his arms. “I will think of something, I swear.” She growled, sinking her fingers into his clothes until she worried she would hurt him. “I will fight to be with you. I will not let them take you from me.”

This time it was Trevelyan’s hug that caused a gasp, as his arms caught Cassandra around the waist and hoisted her into the air with a whoop of surprise. The newly coronated Divine Victoria, leader of the Chantry, face and voice of countless masses, giggled like a schoolgirl as Anavis hugged her tight around the belly and spun her through the air, squealing with joy before both fell heavily onto the bed, dizzy and laughing.

She kissed him deeply for what felt like an eternity, letting his hands slip her robes from her body layer by layer until she was bare and returned the favour. The feeling of his hands against her belly and his breath tickling her nape was enough to make the weeks of heartache vanish from Cassandra’s mind.

They were much alike, naked and bare. Varric might have made a joke of that. She was muscular and her curves were certainly subtler than many of the other women of the inquisition, but in all fairness Anavis’ own body was less masculine than perhaps it could have been. He was lean for his height, lithely muscular with rather excellent legs, at least in Cassandra’s opinion. Whilst her muscular bulk made her more masculine than other women, her lover’s slenderness made him notably more feminine than almost all of the other men of the inquisition, except maybe Solas.

Cassandra didn’t need him as she thought she might have when she first saw him in the cathedral. Even as his naked body pressed tight to hers, her breasts against his chest, his manhood against her thigh. She was content to cradle him in her arms, and be held in return, breaths tickling her shoulder and his stubble scratching her cheek. A single, joyful, relived tear slipped from her eye as she felt his pulse against her, and she sighed with contentment.

She held her beloved tight, circling her fingers around his shoulder as he nuzzled to her throat. They talked softly until the dawn light began to creep over Val Royeaux and glow against the curtains of Cassandra’s room though neither could have said what about once the night had passed. By the time the morning came in full both were asleep, sprawled inelegantly over Cassandra’s bed, Anavis’ cheek resting against her collarbone, her hands still holding onto one of his arms, keeping it pinned against her belly and cuddling it unconsciously.

When past noon they were roused, it was only reluctantly that the Divine allowed her lover to slip from her grasp, and only once promises to return had been sincerely made threefold. Cassandra felt light as a summer breeze the rest of the day, she had everything she had ever wanted, her beloved close at hand, the power to make real change, a balance she was determined to keep. 

The Handmaidens of Divine Victoria would quickly come to learn that their mistress only looked as happy as she did that day when the inquisitor came to make his reports to her, but they kept quiet of their suspicions, their work was more than well paid enough to allow the Divine her happiness, after all.

Alone in her chambers, The Divine could reliably be found to smile and sigh at her lover’s letters, fantasizing of when they could be together freely.

Do Supercomputers Dream Of Electric Spunk?

Another one of the interim commissions, this time featuring Fem Holly from Red Dwarf. As requested by someone who for some reason had a crush on a floating head?

This piece was made by BecSantus, check out his work! 

Zarya's Bunny, Chapter two.

A few months after Zarya and Tracer's initial fling, a thoroughly whipped Lena abandons her girlfriend Emily for a Christmas spent with her new owner, only to find herself with competition from Zarya's other pet.

-o-o-o-

“Where are you going again?” Emily asked, pouting at Lena from the doorway into their bedroom. Lena winced, zipping up her suitcase, not wanting to look her girlfriend in the eye.

“Russia.” She mumbled, cheeks burning.

“Russia? Why are you going to Russia?” Emily scowled. 

Lena couldn’t blame her for being frustrated, it was the first Christmas they wouldn’t be spending together since starting dating. To make things worse Lena was running halfway across the planet with barely any explanation to a nation not particularly fond of lesbians or futas.

“It’s an… Overwatch thing.” She sighed. “Confidential.”

“They’re sending you on a mission on Christmas?”

“Crime doesn’t stop just because it’s Christmas, Em.” Lena shrugged as casually as she could. She turned and forced a smile, placing a chaste kiss on Emily’s cheek. “I’ll be back for New Years, promise.”

Emily’s lips pursed and she sighed. “Stay safe, ok?”

“Always luv.” Lena smiled. “You can trust me.”

She felt like the worst woman in the world as she scurried out of the door into the snow, miserable face hidden behind the soft green scarf she had gifted Emily last Christmas. She was an awful person and a worse girlfriend. How could she lie to the most perfect woman in the world? Go hurrying off to Russia to cheat on her whilst wearing a token of her love wound around her throat?

Her bad mood lasted all the way to the airport, where spotted an immense, pink-haired amazon waiting for her. She blushed and meekly stepped up to Zarya, clearing her throat. Zarya looked down and smirked, peering at her from over her sunglasses. “Right on time, кролик, I’m impressed.” It was strange seeing her out of armour or workout clothes, her gorgeous, muscle-bound frame slipped into a neat suit and a long grey coat.

“You… you said to come here for ten.” Lena mumbled.

“I did, and you obeyed.” Zarya chuckled. “It’s nice having such a well-behaved pet, I had to train my Kitten for months before she was perfect.” Lena blushed, almost glowing with pride, and happily pattered along beside her lover. 

“So… um… where are we going?” she asked, glancing at the window outside their gate and raising a brow. “That’s… that’s a Volskaya industries private jet.”

“Indeed it is, my kitten has many resources.” Zarya hummed.

“She’s got great taste.” Lena whistled, leaning against the window to peer down at the sleek white jet. “That baby’s gorgeous. Those engines look like prototypes, they’re not even on the market yet! She’ll get us to Russia in just a few hours!”

“That she will.” Zarya purred, amused by Tracer’s fawning over the gorgeous plane. She reached down and pinched the young brit’s ass to get her attention. “We will arrive in St Petersburg in time for dinner, after which the fun will begin.”

“F… fun?” Tracer blushed, biting her lip and pushing herself back against Zarya’s hand. Part of her was nervous someone would recognise them, the famous Tracer being groped by Zarya, a woman easily twice her size. A stronger part of her was desperate to submit once again to her owner, no matter how publicly.

“Hmm, you thought I was taking you for a holiday?” Zarya growled softly, “I’m going to break you, кролик. I am going to use you and my kitten to my heart’s content, and when I am through, if you have been a good, obedient girl, I may even allow you to go back to that girlfriend with a little present.” Tracer’s face was bright red, her cock pushing in desperate arousal against her jeans. She had a lot of thoughts about what Zarya’s present could be, but all she really wanted in that moment was to be shoved against the glass and fucked into a drooling puddle, no matter how many people were around to see.

“Come along, кролик.” Zarya smiled sweetly, “You can change once we’re in the air.”

Tracer paused and looked up at her.

“Change?”

-o-o-o-

“W… would you like a drink, Zarya?” Lena stammered, blushing as she presented a small tray with a bottle of vodka and a small tumbler balanced on it. Zarya looked over her with calm blue eyes and smiled, her lip curling with lazy, dominant pleasure.

“I would, кролик. Pour one for me.” she said softly, eyes not leaving Tracer’s face as the younger girl nervously poured a finger into the polished glass. “More.” Tracer nodded and doubled the amount of cool clear liquid.

“Th… There you go, luv.” She mumbled, daintily setting the tumbler down on the table in front of Zarya. The pink-haired woman hummed appreciatively, reached out, and deliberately took a pen from the table and dropped it onto the floor.

“Pick that up.”

Tracer bit her lip, eyeing Zarya as she sipped her drink. Slowly, she bent over and picked up the pen, as she’d expected, as soon as her rear was presented a strong, pale hand clapped against it, taking a firm grip and squeezing. She whined, remaining in place as Zarya pawed at her, her cock straining against the snug corset that made up most of her new uniform. The humiliation was intoxicating, both being so casually controlled and being made to perform for her new mistress driving Lena to new heights of arousal.

Zarya had made her change in front of her, trembling with excitement as she stripped and then gasping as she saw what she would be wearing for the remainder of the trip. She looked like a damned playboy bunny, her long legs squeezed into tight fishnet tights and her belly hugged by a corset that covered her rear and the bottom of her breasts so that the dark rings of her nipples could still be seen escaping over the top. Above her ass was a white rabbit tail and from her mass of spiky brown hair two tall black rabbit ears stood to attention. Zarya was clearly intent on making her Bunny’s position absolutely unmistakable.

“H… ha, Zee, what’re you doing?” Tracer gasped as Zarya’s hand tugged her backwards, fingers slipping around her waist to pet the bulge of her cock.

“Zee?” Zarya repeated softly. “Is that an appropriate way for a slut to speak to her owner?”

“N… no?” Tracer blushed.

“No indeed.” Zarya growled, “On this trip, and until I tell you otherwise, you will call me Mistress Zaryanova.”

“Yes, m…mistress Zaryanova.” Lena nodded, pushing her hips forwards against Zarya’s hand, desperate to feel her strong grip against her cock. “I’m sorry. P… please will you touch my cock?”

“Is it a Mistress’ place to please her slave?” Zarya asked quietly. Lena whimpered with frustration and shook her head. “No, so why don’t you try again?”

“Please Mistress Zaryanova, may I touch your cock?” Tracer sobbed with need, painfully hard and incapable of relieving herself thanks to the tight corset trapping her cock against her belly.

“I’m in the mood for one of your sweet little blowjobs. Like the one you gave me when I first took you.” Zarya hummed, leaning back and spreading her thighs. “Get to work, кролик, and then perhaps I will reward you by fucking your cute little butt, hm?”

Lena blushed and sunk to her knees, crawling under the table and sitting herself between Zarya’s muscular thighs. She gulped and reached out, carefully unzipping Zarya’s pants and extracting her cock. Even flaccid the immense snake of flesh was as long as her forearm, hot to the touch and smelling faintly of Zarya’s musk. Lena swallowed and held it in her palms, gently stroking it and watching in awe as it began to stiffen and swell.

She nuzzled her face against it a bit back a mew of lust, feeling the hot, twitching flesh against her cheek. Zarya hummed approvingly and took a slow sip of her drink, turning her attention to the datapad built into the table. Lena parted her lips and slipped them over the plump pink head of Zarya’s meat, cheeks already beginning to ache by the time she managed to fit the whole head in her mouth.

She suckled gently on the tip for a few moments, humming happily at the taste before forcing herself down. The usual murmur of arousal from Zarya met her ears and she whimpered, she was getting better at servicing her owner’s cock, the first time she hadn’t been able to make it past her head, now she could just about fit the first two or three inches inside her mouth without choking and passing out. Gently, almost reverently, her fingers stroked over Zarya’s thighs, her mouth slipping up and down the first quarter or so of her cock.

Zarya didn’t pay her much attention, but that wasn’t a problem, Lena’s only concern was receiving a thick load of spunk direct to her tongue. She slipped back and gasped, licking her lips and panting. She shot a curious glance upwards. Zarya was reading, calm blue eyes slipping back and forth, paying no mind to the girl blushing up at her.

“M… mistress Zaryanova?” Tracer asked meekly. Zarya reached down and stroked her head dismissively.

“Yes, кролик?”

“I… I can’t go down much further.” She blushed. “Maybe… you could help a little?”

“Hmm, must I do all the work for you, кролик?” Zarya sighed.

“I’m… I’m sorry, mistress Zaryanova.” Lena mumbled. “I just… want to please you.”

“Of course.” Zarya purred. “Ever the obedient slut.”

Her grip on Lena’s hair tightened and Tracer whimpered, gently slipping her lips around Zarya’s rod and sinking herself down as far as she could. Zarya held her in place for a moment before tugging her back and then back down again, gently skull-fucking her to low, wet gurgles from Lena’s flushing face.

Lena was nothing but a warm wet hole to pleasure her cock, something that kept swirling through the red-faced slut’s mind as her eyes rolled back. A wet gurgle escaped her as her lips stretched around Zarya’s meat, her nose resting against the Russian’s crotch. The sight of Tracer’s slender throat packed full of cockmeat went unappreciated by both women, the monstrous bulge almost down to her collarbone unseen by the uncaring Zarya, and the unthinking Tracer.

Zarya’s fingers squeezed Tracer’s skull hard as she yanked the helpless girl up and down her pole to wet, guttural moans from the hero-turned-fuckpet. Lena went limp quickly, oxygen deprivation and submissive bliss sapping any strength she’d had when she stepped onto the plane. Her cock pulsed desperately in her corset as Zarya yanked her down to her base and held her until she stopped squirming.

Zarya’s lip curled with a sudden thought and she jerked her hips forwards. Lena let out a wet ‘ghluk’ and a soft snapping sound reached Zarya’s ears. The chronal collar that had been squeezing Lena’s dainty neck had snapped apart from the swell of Zarya’s cock ramming down its owner’s throat and fallen silently to the floor.

“Ghuark.” Lena said wetly as inch-by-inch Zarya’s meat slipped from her gullet. She panted weakly, tongue lolling, and forced her eyes up to meet Zarya’s. The Russian didn’t so much as glance at her, but her hand slipped from Lena’s scalp to her cheek, her thumb pushing into the open mouth of her obedient pet.

Lena mewed wordlessly and fell back against Zarya’s cock, placing wet kisses and licks over her head before it finally pulsed.

Zarya hummed with satisfaction as she shot a thick rope of spunk onto Lena’s lolling tongue. The girl whined happily, lashes fluttering, as rope after rope of cum blasted into her open mouth. There was a sudden jerk behind her navel and Lena gagged, suddenly on her face, bent over the table with Zarya’s hands pressing her down hard. She blinked with confusion, mouth still full of cum, and let out a whine of defiance as Zarya’s hand kept her in place.

“Muh… mishtresh… Zaryanovuh.” She managed.

“Hush, кролик.” Zarya’s voice rasped quietly. “Your Chronal Accelerator’s strap broke when I fucked your sweet little throat.”

Lena groaned as strong fingers tugged the snapped loop of fabric back around her throat and fastened it behind her. “There, fixed.”

“Th… thank you.” Lena sobbed, coughing weakly and letting out a meek gasp as Zarya tugged her back against her. Lena was surprised at just how soft Zarya’s breasts were as her head nestled between them, like fat, warm pillows she could sink between and sleep forever. It was good to know that her owner was not all hard and harsh, that she could be soft and comforting when she chose.

“I am sorry, I forget my strength sometimes.” Zarya hummed, holding her gently.

“S’ fine.” Tracer mumbled, swallowing the last of her owner’s cum down and licking her lips. “Th… thank you for feeding me y… your cum.”

“You are very welcome.” Zarya chuckled, petting her cheek with the back of a strong hand.

Tracer could feel her cock still throbbing beneath her, that pulsing pillar still aching to be driven deep into her willing holes. She bit her lip and shuffled tighter against Zarya’s chest. “m… Mistress…” she said hoarsely. “W… would you… like to f… fuck me?”

“Not at the moment, кролик.” Zarya hummed dismissively, “Sit and be quiet.”

Lena whined but obediently made herself comfortable in Zarya’s lap, hands between her thighs as her erection screamed to be released.

As time went on, Zarya’s hands began to roam over her, exploring her body with casual ownership, but never to bring Tracer to the point of satisfaction. She cupped the small swells of her breasts, petting them with her thumbs before slipping downwards over her belly, inching down her stomach, barely brushing the swell of her cock before moving to pet her thigh.

Lena squirmed and bit her lip.

Zarya wasn’t going to allow her to cum anytime soon.

There was nothing to do but hope she decided otherwise once they landed.

-o-o-o-

“Commander Zaryanova.” A tall, dark-haired woman in a crisp white suit smiled, looking up at Zarya as she and Tracer stepped down the ramp onto the landing strip. “It’s wonderful to see you back home. Was your flight pleasant?”

“It was.” Zarya hummed, placing a hand on Lena’s back and guiding her forwards. “Chairman Volskaya, miss Lena Oxton.”

Chairman Katya Volskaya smiled warmly and bowed her head. “I am familiar with your work, miss Oxton, you have an impressive record.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Lena murmured. 

Katya Volskaya was a beautiful woman, stern and statuesque. She had the same startling blue eyes as Zarya, surveying Lena from under immaculately arched brows. Her hair was shiny and black, pulled back in a buisnesslike ponytail. A pair of simple, silver earrings hung from her ears, she brushed one restlessly with her fingers, sharp eyes darting to Zarya’s lips. As she turned, Lena admired the plump swell of her ass, hugged tight by the neat white suit, it was delicious enough to give Widowmaker a run for her money.

“Follow, please. A car is waiting to take you both to my residence.” Volskaya said.

“Your residence?” Lena frowned.

Volskaya seemed taken aback, her eyes darted towards Zarya. “Yes… where you will be staying for your visit? Commander Zaryanova… you were quite specific; I have made all the preparations for your stay. Was… there a change in your plans?”

“Not at all. You’ve done well, котенок.” Zarya purred, stroking her cheek with the back of one hand. “My кролик is simply a little confused.”

“Oh… oh she’s…” Lena mumbled, “I understand.”

“So… you are Mistress Zaryanova’s new pet.” Volskaya said, the warmth gone from her voice. She turned up her nose and stalked away, arms folded behind her back. Zarya chuckled and petted Lena’s chin.

“Always so territorial.” She chuckled. “Come along, кролик, there will be time to get acquainted on the drive.”

-o-o-o-

Lena squirmed in her seat at the back of the limo, watching as Zarya leaned back in the back seats and smiled as Katya Volskaya greedily worshipped her meat. She whimpered with jealousy, watching as Volskaya’s lips suckled at a heavy, fertile ball, leaving faint marks of lipstick behind when she moved along. As eager Katya was to show how much she’d missed her mistress, she was just as determined to make it clear just who Zarya’s premiere fuckslave was, shooting hateful glances at Lena and doing her very best to earn a gutfull of their mistress’ spunk.

“So big… mistress Volskaya.” She cooed softly, eyes glaring at Lena as she peppered gentle kisses to Zarya’s sack. “And so full of delicious seed, did your new friend not take care of you? You’re so awfully full.”

“M… Mistress Zaryanova didn’t complain.” Lena muttered.

“Mistress Zaryanova shouldn’t have to.” Katya shot back coldly. “She should be worshipped… adored… made to feel loved and comfortable by her loyal Котенок at all times.”

“I’m just as l… loyal as you are.” Tracer snapped, blushing furiously. She started as she realised what she’d just said and nervously looked up at Zarya’s face. She was watching with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. “I… I am… Mistress… really I am.”

“Pah.” Katya sneered, dragging her tongue up Zarya’s meat and kissing her tip sweetly. “You are a silly girl; mistress deserves a woman to please her and care for her.”

“Really Котенок, you make me sound like a child in need of mothering.” Zarya scoffed, stroking her silky hair fondly. “I do not ask that you be my maid, only my pet.”

“But I enjoy serving.” Katya crooned, clutching and kissing the strong pink hand as it withdrew. “I love showing how I appreciate you, my mistress. How happy I am to be your own. How much I can offer you as a plaything.” She shot another nasty look Lena’s way before smiling and kissing Zarya’s hand again. “You deserve the best this world can offer, and I am all too happy to give all you could ever desire.”

Zarya chuckled and leant back again, humming as Katya returned to lapping her way up and down her shaft before sinking herself down to the base.

Lena whimpered and pressed her hands down on her lap, stifling her erection as best as she could as she stared longingly to her new owner. She ached to be in Katya’s place, to have a strong hand stroke over her hair as she took that magnificent pole of meat into her sweet little mouth. 

“Jealous, кролик?” she purred with a cruel smile.

“N… no.” Lena whined defensively, pressing down on her crotch a little harder with embarrassment. She swallowed and hung her head. “W… would… you like me to suck your cock too?”

“Actually кролик, I had something else in mind.” Zarya smiled, curling a finger.

Tracer bit her lip and crawled across the limo to Zarya’s knees, receiving a glare from Katya as the proud industrialist sank her lips to the base of their mistress’ shaft. Zarya pinched her chin gently and guided her into a little more upright position, taking her hands away from her lap and chuckling as she saw her erection straining against her corset, desperate for attention.

“So hard, my little кролик.” She grinned, “You must be fit to burst.”

“I… I really wanna cum… mistress.” Lena nodded shyly.

“Well, what I really want…” Zarya breathed, gently pulling Katya away from her rod and petting her cheek. “Is for my dear, dear pets to get along.”

“M… mistress?” Katya frowned slowly, eyes darting between Lena and the lounging amazon playing with her hair.

“Kiss.” Zarya commanded simply.

Lena’s cheeks burned red and she glanced at Katya. She’d never quite been able to define the word ‘affronted’ before, but looking at Katya she felt she’d found a perfect example. Katya looked genuinely insulted at her mistress’ command, but, like the good obedient pet she had been trained to be, she obeyed without complaint.

Lena opened her mouth to speak some weak apology to the infuriated Russian, but Katya’s tight grip on her cheeks silenced her. Before she knew what was happening Katya’s lips were on hers, her tongue invading the young brit’s mouth. She could feel Katya’s nails scraping against her cheeks as the kiss went on, surprised by how little she minded, and even more so how her cock jumped at the pain.

She heard Zarya’s laugh and whimpered, shyly returning Katya’s kiss until the older woman tore herself away with a hateful look. “Did that please you, mistress?” she asked, regaining her smile even as she wiped her lips.

Zarya hummed softly and stroked her chin, deep in thought, before sighing and smiling. “Come here, кролик.”

Lena swallowed and sat on her owner’s thigh, gasping as she was effortlessly lifted and hugged close against Zarya’s belly. She could feel the muscles of her mistress against her back, the softness of her breasts against her scalp… the pulsing, dominant virility of her cock as it pressed between her legs, tight against Lena’s puny little penis.

A hand took Lena’s throat and squeezed as the other slid down the invisible seam of her corset. Tracer shivered as she was exposed, her uniform peeled open to reveal her sweet little breasts, her taut athletic belly, and finally her aching, submissive cock.

It looked almost comical pressing against Zarya’s member, barely a third of the size of her powerful bitch-breaking horsecock. Lena had never realised just how pathetic her seven inches really was. She’d always been quite proud, despite her insecurity, that she was bigger than average, but now that was just a joke. Zarya’s foot-plus pillar of breeding meat was a real cock, and Tracer worshipped it with all her heart.

“Котенок, I’d like to feel those lovely breasts against my cock.” Zarya smiled, tangling her hand in Tracer’s hair, jostling her bunny-ears teasingly.

Katya smiled lovingly and bowed her head, eagerly unbuttoning her neat white blazer to reveal a pinstriped shirt and beneath that a lacy black bra. Lena bit her lip and did her best not to squirm, Katya was so gorgeous and cultured and elegant, her hair and her outfit all so sexy and sophisticated. Somehow the fact she hated her guts made her all the more enticing.

Katya neatly unclipped her bra and let it fall away from her breasts, Tracer blushed as red as a tomato as Zarya laughed, feeling her little bunny’s cock jerk excitedly at the sight. “My кролик sees something she likes, Котенок.”

“You have excellent taste, Mistress.” Katya smiled false-sweetly. “Of course she approves.”

Zarya chuckled and waved a hand slightly, gesturing for Katya to get to work.

Lena whined as the older woman pressed tight to Zarya’s cock and pressed her soft womanly breasts around it, gently rolling her chest forwards and jerking off the monstrous pillar of meat. Katya’s lips toyed with Zarya’s tip as she dutifully tittyfucked her, her eyes low and focused only on the cock she had submitted her life to.

Zarya’s hands toyed with Lena as she was pleasured, teasing her flustered little hero mercilessly. Her cock was so hard and sensitive she was liable to blow her load with only the gentlest of touching, so the muscle-bound futa focussed her attention elsewhere.

Tracer’s squeaks as she pinched her nipples were positively adorable, each gentle tug to the cute little nubs making her blush and tremble all the more. Her breasts were lovely in general, the perfect size to fit neatly into Zarya’s palm. She took a few moments to play with them, kneading her feverishly hot skin and drawing low mews from her newest submissive.

By the time she was ready to cum her focus had moved to Lena’s throat, her dainty neck squeezed in a massive muscled paw until Tracer was shuddering and wheezing, but never crying out for mercy. Her little bunny was turning out to be quite the masochist, the possibilities made Zarya’s head spin, but she reminded herself that there would be fun enough over the Christmas break.

A hand slid down Tracer’s stomach to the newly shaven flesh above Lena’s cock, taking both her pet’s and her own rods in her hand and tipping them back against Tracer’s belly. She allowed a low moan to pass her lips as she came, pumping eight or nine thick pearly ropes of her seed over Lena’s skin to a surprised yelp from her pet.

She sighed happily and patted the little brit’s cheek before leaning back and relaxing against the soft leather seat. “Ah… thank you Katya. I’ve missed your talent.”

“It’s my pleasure, mistress.” Katya smiled happily scooping what little cum had not cleared Zarya’s cock into her mouth with her tongue.

“I’m glad to see you are as obedient as always, my dear Котенок.” Zarya hummed. “Now clean up that cum, I don’t want my кролик’s outfit getting dirty.”

Katya scowled at the command but obeyed, dragging her tongue up Lena’s belly and cleaning her of their owner’s spunk.

She was, after all, an obedient kitten, and she lived to serve her mistress.

As the two subs pressed close, neither could begin to imagine the plans their mistress had for them.

The best Christmas of their lives had only just begun.

Unnamed Hunk of Beef.

Another commission from the break, this time featuring an unnamed background character from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power who quickly became a favourite of me and my partner's.

This piece was done by BecSantus, check out his work!

(Commission) Hope's Eden Chapter Two.

Part two of a commission from Jarlwarden. 

With Myriad's effects spreading further Kara and Lena work separately to find a solution, but their list of unaffected friends and allies grows shorter by the day.

-o-o-o-

The ringing of a phone snapped Lena Luthor out of her thoughts, her dark-ringed eyes blinking tiredly and moving to where her phone was buzzing against the desk. She reached out and picked it up, her free hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Hello?”

“Lena? It’s Sam.”

Lena smiled slightly and leant against her desk. “Sam… it’s good to hear from you. How are things in Metropolis?”

“Not good, this… whatever it is, is getting worse and worse. I’m keeping Ruby at home just in case, but she’s scared.”

Lena rubbed her face and let out a low sigh. “It must be terrifying… things are just as bad here; I’m working to find what’s causing this but I’m still in the dark.”

“How are Alex and Kara?” Sam asked.

Lena’s jaw tightened.

“I’m sure they’re working on it as well.” she replied evenly.

“And Supergirl?”

Lena’s gaze locked onto the inert shell of myriad; her dark brows furrowed as she seethed. “She’s… keeping the peace.” Lena managed to say before hastily changing the subject. “Are you alright? How are you holding up?”

There was a silence just long enough to be suspicious before Sam’s soft sigh echoed out of the speaker. “We’re being effected.”

Lena’s anger was forgotten in an instant, replaced with concern. “What? How? Are you alright?”

“I… I don’t feel any different.” Sam admitted, “I didn’t even realise until… well…”

“Until what?” Lena asked, clutching the phone to her ear and scrambling for a pad of paper, desperate to take any notes at all that could help save her friends.

“I was just going to work. It was warm out… I went through all my daily routine, getting ready and everything but as I got out of the door Ruby asked if I was going to put on any clothes.” Sam whispered, clearly mortified by what had happened. “I was almost in the street just completely naked and I hadn’t even noticed.”

“Did anyone see?”

“I don’t think so.” Sam mumbled. “But Ruby barely noticed either. She wasn’t upset at seeing me nude, she was just… confused.”

“What was going through your head when you were leaving the house?” Lena asked gently, “Anything you tell me could be helpful.”

“All I remember was thinking… god it’s stupid…” Sam groaned.

Lena sighed and nodded. “I know this is humiliation and terrifying, but I promise you I am going to fix it. Hope and I have been working for weeks but we need all the data we can get our hands on.”

“It was warm outside, so I didn’t put on clothes.” Sam said after a pause. “That’s all… I didn’t think about it at all. It was like I just needed the weakest excuse to go out nude.”

“Sam… god there’s nothing I can say that doesn’t sound hollow…” Lena groaned, rubbing her face with her free hand. “I’m working on this, I swear to you I will find a solution, no matter what it takes.”

“You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met Lena.” Sam said quietly. “With you working on a solution everything will be back to normal before we know it.”

“I wish I had your confidence.” Lena laughed quietly. “Just… promise me you’ll take care of yourself, ok? If you catch yourself doing anything like this again lock yourself down, I can have people come to your house to look after you, whatever you need.”

“Oh that’s… that’s not necessary Lena.” Sam said, a little too dismissively for Lena’s comfort. “I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“Sam… are you feeling alright?” she asked slowly.

“Oh… I suppose so.” Sam replied. “It’s a little warm.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Lena!”

“Sam, please, look down and tell me.” Lena demanded, her grip on the desk tightening.

“I… I’m just in my underwear, why?”

“Did you start the call wearing something else?”

“Hmm? Oh… yes I was wearing a shirt, I guess it was a little hot.”

Lena swore under her breath and marked down ‘victims experience uncomfortable heat at beginning of attacks’ before switching her phone to the other ear. “Sam, listen to me. You’re having an attack now, I need you to lock your bedroom door and slide the key under the door, alright?”

“Oh Lena, come on.” Sam scoffed, “I’m going to bed, I just took off my clothes because I’m going to bed.”

“No, no Sam you’re not thinking clearly.” Lena insisted. “You didn’t even realise you’d taken off your clothes, you need to isolate yourself now.”

“Why is it such a big deal?” Sam groaned, a vague shuffling coming from her side of the call. “It’s just my body.”

“What if you go downstairs and Ruby sees you Sam?” Lena hissed. “What if you go outside and everyone sees you?”

“Eh.”

Lena pinched her brow and noted down ‘active resistance to attempts to re-clothe victims’. She took a calming breath and forced her voice to be as steady and commanding as she could. “Sam, as your friend, and as your boss, I am ordering you to lock the door.”

“Fine.” Sam said sharply, “Fine, if it’ll stop you bothering me.”

There was more shuffling and the distant click of a lock.

“Good, now slide the key under the door.”

“Lena you’re being ridiculous.” Sam snapped. “I’m not going to do that!”

There was yet more shuffling, and a soft snapping sound. Lena’s eyes widened. “Sam did you just take off your bra!?”

“Oh for… Yes! I’m in my house, I’m hot, I want to be naked!” Sam exclaimed impatiently. “I don’t see why it’s any of your business.”

“Because you’re not well. Sam I’m your friend, you have to trust that I’m trying to help. Please… please if our friendship ever meant anything to you, get the key away from you… please.”

“Fine, Lena. This once I’ll do what you say.” Sam muttered. “But I don’t much like how you’re speaking to me… I’m not an idiot.”

“I know Sam… I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you.” Lena winced. “I’m trying to help.”

“You’re trying to compensate for your brother, as always.”

“What?” Lena whispered, Sam’s tone was harsh and angry in a way she hadn’t heard since Reign.

“He almost destroys the world, and you start looking for ways to fix it, as always.” Sam sniffed, “Maybe you’re so desperate to make up for your family you’re blowing this into something worse than it is.”

“Sam I…”

“I think I’ll go to bed now.” Sam said sharply, interrupting her and cutting the call. Lena stared at the blank screen of her phone for a few seconds before placing it down with a shaky hand. She cupped her face and drew in a ragged breath before straightening up.

“Hope?”

Hope appeared with a knowing smile, having watched the entire call. “Yes Ms Luthor?” She asked innocently.

“Have you found anything?”

“With myriad? Nothing.”

Lena stood up slowly, hissing as her back complained. She walked up to the shield that divided myriad from her lab and scowled at the dull little orb. “You’re absolutely certain?”

“I have found absolutely no evidence that Myriad could be responsible for the current wave of exhibitionism.” Hope lied, her tone apologetic. “Did your research provide any leads I missed?”

Lena’s scowl deepened. “No.”

“Perhaps it is time we began to explore other potential causes?”

“It can’t be a coincidence.” Lena murmured. “It can’t be. The first cases were the same day we deployed myriad… just hours later. It has to be connected.”

Hope pursed her lips. She needed to be gentle with Lena, the Luthor was smart enough to figure out her betrayal if she ever became suspicious, but her eagerness to see her utopia built was making her impatient. She coughed politely and folded her arms behind her back, flashing a charming smile to the exhausted Luthor.

“Miss Luthor, if I may, a good scientist must use facts to formulate a hypothesis, not use them to justify one.” She said gently. “Your theory that Myriad is responsible doesn’t fit the facts we are dealing with. Perhaps it is time to take a step back, re-examine the facts, and develop a new hypothesis?”

Lena looked at her, and for a moment Hope feared she was suspicious, but then the Luthor’s shoulders slumped and she nodded mutely. “I… I’m sorry, Hope.” She whispered, “I’m just… I need to fix this, and I couldn’t bear to think that one of my inventions was responsible for this. I had to be sure.”

“I understand completely.” Hope smiled, stepping closer and placing a hand on Lena’s shoulder. “Your experience with Morgan Edge and your anti-daxomite device were traumatic for you, it’s only natural you would do everything in your power to prevent such an event happening again.”

Lena nodded and fell back into her chair, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “So… I guess we’re back to square one.”

“May I suggest we recommence tomorrow?” Hope asked, “It has been twenty-nine hours since you last slept.”

Lena looked from her to Myriad before sighing. “Yeah… I’ll think better after a good night’s sleep.”

Hope smiled widely. “Indeed, you will.”

-o-o-o-

“Alright everyone, what have we got?” Alex’s voice called out, snapping Kara out of her stupor as she stared blankly at the data streaming in through her monitor.

She sighed and pinched her brow, wondering how long she’d been standing there uselessly. “More cases worldwide, National City seems to be the epicentre like we thought. We’re leading the west coast on reported cases, not that it means anything because the emergency services are just as heavily affected.”

“Anything new from the labs?”

“We know what it isn’t.” Kara sighed heavily. “No chemical elements in the air or water, no suspicious energy pulses or signals, no biological irregularities in victims… we’re narrowing it down, but not quickly enough.”

“Anything else? Criminal activity, new alien threats? Something interesting?” Alex asked, her voice blatantly dismissive. Kara scowled, too tired and worried to care about hurting Alex’s feelings as she wheeled around to berate her.

She managed to say: “Alex people are getting hurt, how can you be so cold to this?” before trailing off, her mouth opening in slack-jawed shock. Half of the rest of the DEO was staring as well, watching as Director Alex Danvers strolled calmly up to the central table in a pair of lacy pink panties and a matching bra.

“I’m just saying we should be on the lookout for serious threats.” Alex sighed, ignoring her sister’s scandalised expression. She leaned forwards and rested her arms on the desk, pushing her breasts together without even realising.

“A… Alex?” Kara whispered

“Hmm?”

“You’re in your underwear.” Kara hissed. “What the hell?”

Alex frowned and glanced down, straightening up and adjusting her bra straps. “Huh, yeah… I am.”

“Here.” Kara said, quickly tugging her cape from her shoulders and draping it over Alex’s shoulders. Alex laughed and shrugged it off, batting Kara away playfully.

“Kara what has gotten into you?” she grinned, “Come on we’re not pressing dress up.”

“What? No! You’re naked!” Kara whispered.

“I’m in my underwear, not flashing my tits.” Alex said, rolling her eyes like Kara was somehow the one being strange in the situation. “Come on we’ve got work to do.”

“Nice ass Director, you been working out?” Agent Vasquez grinned, walking up and handing Alex a data pad. Her uniform was unzipped to the navel and she wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts all but bare, with only her nipples hidden inside the jacket.

“Whenever I can.” Alex smiled, reading through the data, ignoring as Kara stared at her. “You’re looking good too Susan, never realised how big your tits are.”

“Nah, I’m nothing special.” Vasquez shrugged as Alex handed the pad back to her. “You know I’m surprised your panties are so girly, I guessed your underwear would all be camo-print or something.”

Alex laughed. “Come on Vasquez, I can be girly and still kick ass.”

“Amen to that boss.”

“Alex!” Kara said loudly, grabbing her sister by the wrist and leading her to one side. “You’re clearly being affected by this… thing. We’ve got to get you out of here!”

“Kara, I’m fine. It’s so warm I didn’t even notice I wasn’t fully dressed.” Alex sighed patiently.

“But everyone can see you!”

“No one cares, Kara.” Alex waved a hand, Kara looked, it was true. No one had so much as raised an eyebrow at their boss wandering around the base in only her underwear. “Listen… you’re under a lot of stress. How about you take a few days off?”

“What? No!” Kara exclaimed, shaking Alex desperately. “This is serious! I’ve got to save you!”

“Kara I’m fine.” Alex said, her tone less patient now, frustration beginning to flash in her eyes. “I’m here to do my job and I can’t do that with you harping on about how I’m dressed.”

“But…”

“Kara, seriously… go get some sleep.” Alex growled. Kara glanced around, desperate to see anyone still cognizant enough to help her, but there were no friendly faces left that weren’t happy and vacant. Alex’s expression softened and she hugged Kara tight “Oh, I’m sorry for snapping.” She purred softly. “You’re just trying to help.”

“A… Alex!” Kara yipped as her sister’s hands squeezed her hips.

“What?” Alex groaned as Kara pulled away. She watched her sister blush furiously and hug her chest. “Oh, come on, we shared a room growing up. You’ve seen me more naked than this.”

“Alex!”

“Remember that time I caught you masturbating, and you panicked and flew away still naked.” Alex laughed.

“ALEX!” Kara squeaked. “You… you can’t just talk about things like that! You can’t walk around in your underwear! You can’t talk about your agent’s tits!”

“Why not?”

Alex was genuinely confused by the question. She really didn’t understand the depths of how far she’d been changed.

Kara swallowed, backed away, and sped away through the air.

-o-o-o-

Lena sighed as the doors to her private elevator slipped open, worriedly scrolling through her news feed to see that National city wasn’t alone in its troubles. Half the world was falling apart as its people stopped caring about their jobs and responsibilities and wandered the streets nude and horny.

The white house was apparently powerless to dislodge the clan of nudists making camp on the front lawn as most of its security had joined the naked crowd. The UN was in disarray, the secretary general having been arrested by the Swiss authorities for leading a thirty-person orgy in her private offices. Almost every government across the planet was either screaming out in confusion, or happily embracing the collapse with their citizens, already having succumbed to the changes.

“Ohhhhh fuck.”

Lena froze at the lustful moan and looked up from her phone. Ordinarily Jess would have been behind her desk, working hard on organising Lena’s hectic schedule and triaging all the corporate matters that were sent her way.

Instead jess was knelt on top of her desk, her skirt thrown across the room and her panties around her ankles. One hand was braced in front of her, the other was buried in her twat, desperately thrusting into her sopping folds. Jess’s glasses were balanced precariously on the very tip of her sharp nose and her pale cheeks were flushed dark. She moaned loudly and threw her head back, shiny black hair catching the light as her digits sank to the knuckle between her petals.

Lena stood in stunned silence for an instant, staring at Jess’ naked ass and sopping folds. God she was so wet her nectar splattered the desk with each jerk of her hand. And she clearly hadn’t shaved herself in a while either, a thin carpet of wavy black hairs crowning her cunt and beginning to creep downwards.

“Oh… m… miss Luthor.” Jess beamed over her shoulder, lowering her cheek to the desk and sighing. “Good afternoon.”

“Jess what are you doing!” Lena squeaked, her voice high and shrill with fear and shock.

“I… I just finished your… oooh, your schedule for the week miss Luthor.” Jess mewed, giving her hips a provocative wiggle. “I was… so very horny… so I thought I should t… take care of myself before moving o… onto the latest quarterly.”

“Jess stop!”

“Hey!” Jess complained as Lena grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her slit. Lena ignored her, yanking her by her arm. Jess whined and spun as she was pulled, ending up sat on the very edge of the desk, legs spread around Lena’s body and her face just an inch or two away from her lips. “Oh… Miss Luthor.”

Lena flushed darkly and tried to back away, only for Jess to giggle and take her by her tie, keeping her close. “Jess let go of me!”

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” Jess pouted, tracing Lena’s jawline with still-slick fingers. “I… I’ve always thought you were so beautiful Miss Luthor.”

“Jess you’re not in your right m… eek!” she was cut off as a hand slapped down onto her ass and squeezed.

“I know you’re gay, Lena… all those longing looks at Kara Danvers? I could make you so much happier than she ever could… make you feel so much more pleasure.” Jess moaned softly, bringing her lips to Lena’s.

“Jess stop!” Lena yelped, shoving her roughly away after just a second of the passionate kiss. In her shock she’d been a little more forceful than she’d meant because Jess tumbled backwards and fell off the narrow desk, ass in the air and legs waving as she crumpled onto the ground. “Oh god!”

“Augh.” Jess managed, rolling into an undignified heap before picking herself up. “What was that for?”

“Jess you were masturbating and you tried to come onto me!” Lena scowled, reaching out to help her up only to be slapped away. “You’ve been affected by this… this damn plague.”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“You can’t honestly believe what you did was appropriate!?” Lena shouted, gesturing wildly at jess’ bottomless outfit. “We’re at work! I’m your boss! We’ve known each other for six years Jess, you don’t think behaving like this is unusual?” She sighed tiredly, forcing herself to calm down before extending a hand. “Jess… let me help, ok? We’ll get you covered up, run some tests?”

“Fuck that.” Jess spat, “I quit.”

“What?” Lena asked, stunned.

“I quit! What the hell is wrong with you? You could’ve hurt me!” Jess growled, pushing past Lena and heading for the elevator. “I can’t believe I thought you were hot, fucking psycho.”

“Jess you’re not in your right mind.” Lena pleaded, hurrying after her and catching her by her sleeve. “I’m sorry I pushed you, but you were trying to kiss me!”

“Oh please, I’ve seen you looking at my ass when you think I’m not looking.” Jess hissed, yanking her arm away with a sharp ripping sound. She looked down at the shredded fabric of her sleeve and growled angrily. “Now look what you’ve done.”

Without any hesitation she yanked her shirt up over her head and threw it at Lena. “Good luck getting any work done without me, bitch.” And then she was gone, stalking into the elevator in only her bra, bare ass and slick pussy as naked as the day she’d been born.

“Jess!” Lena tried to call before the doors slid shut. She banged on the metal in frustration before groaning. Things were getting worse; Jess hadn’t exhibited any signs of corruption and then she’d succumbed completely… the infection was escalating.

She shot a mournful look at the ripped shirt in her hand before letting it drop to the floor. She couldn’t let feeling sorry for herself distract her, there was work to do.

She had to stop anyone else becoming like Jess.

-o-o-o-

“Nia, listen when you get this message, I need you to meet me at the DEO as soon as possible!” Kara said, clutching her phone to her ear as she zipped through the city. “This thing is getting worse and worse, we need to work together, keep an eye on one another. Give me a call when you get this.”

She groaned, watching as many naked civilians as uncorrupted ones below her in the streets. she brought her phone back up. “Mom? Hey… I know things are crazy right now, but could you call me… please?”

There was no response.

“Kelly!” Kara crashed through the door to Alex’s apartment at the end of her rope. Her calls to Nia and her mom had gone unanswered, only Kelly was left to help her save her sister. “Kelly are you here!?”

“Oh, hi Kara.”

Kara spun and froze, seeing Kelly’s nude body standing completely bare. “Kelly no…”

“What?” Kelly frowned, glancing down and squeezing her breasts. “Don’t you think I look good?”

Kara covered her mouth to stifle a sob of panic and vanished back through the door.

There was only one person left who could help her now.

-o-o-o-

Lena heard the familiar swish of a cape and tensed in her chair. A few weeks ago, excitement might have bubbled up inside her, instead only hurt and regret sounded beneath her breast. Her jaw bunched and her fists balled before she took a calming breath and forced them flat to the desk.

“Supergirl.”

“Lena.”

She spun slowly in her chair and looked Kara up and down, she didn’t look any different than normal, not even tired, which after what Lena estimated had been almost three days of working around the clock was just another reason to hate her. She, on the other hand, had bags under her eyes the size of actual handbags and she was certain her piercing green eyes were red and bloodshot.

“I... h… how are you?” Kara asked awkwardly. She’d wanted to say so much more, that she was sorry, that she’d done everything she did for good reasons, that she was sorry. She’d wanted to ask much more as well, was Lena ok? Had she been affected yet? Instead all the things she’d wanted to say had swirled together into a panicked whirlpool and she’d stammered out perhaps the single stupidest thing she could have said.

“Oh fine.” Lena smiled humourlessly, her eyes flashing with a dangerous manic light. “Aside from my company collapsing, my friends betraying me, you lying to my face for four years and the entire planet slowly going insane.”

Kara winced. “I… I’m sorry.”

“For what? Betraying me, or breaking into my office?”

“The… door was unlocked.”

“What do you want, Kara?” Lena growled, standing and scowling up at her.

“I need your help.” Kara said, forcing herself to stand straight and slip into the confidence her suit gave her. “People are being changed without their consent, their minds are being altered and we can’t find out why. I need your help to find what’s causing this, how to fix it.”

“You have all the resources you need surely.” Lena sniffed.

“I need you.” Kara said softly, “You… you’re a genius. You are the most brilliant mind I have ever known, and I know you’re probably already working on a solution. I’m just asking, please, work with us. We can give you whatever resources you don’t have, a full team of our best, whatever you need.”

“You… have quite a nerve.” Lena hissed through her teeth. Kara recoiled slightly, averting her gaze. “After everything you did to me, betraying me, after everything I did for you? You come and ask for my help?”

“People are…”

“I know damn well what’s happening!” Lena snapped. “You think I stopped caring when I stopped working with you? I have Sam on the phone every day terrified because every day she slips away a little more! I have a company’s worth of people losing their minds, I’ve lost a third of my staff here in National city, god knows how many more everywhere else! Jess! They don’t even realise what’s happening to them Kara and th… there’s nothing… nothing I can do.” She trailed off, clapping a hand over her mouth as her voice quavered and her eyes welled with tears.

Kara reached out to comfort her, but she slapped her hand aside. “I… will work with you to save people, Supergirl. I have to, I’m not going to let what you did doom this planet.”

“Thank you.” Kara breathed, shoulders relaxing a little, making her whole body seem to shrink from the powerful hero Supergirl to the ordinary woman Lena had once considered her friend. “Thank you, Lena.”

“I’ll work here.” Lena said, sinking wearily into her chair. “Send you all my results.”

“This is everything we have.” Kara nodded, placing a small drive on the desk. “We’ll stay in touch.”

“H… how are the others?” Lena asked as Kara stepped out onto the balcony. “Are they alright?”

“Alex is… she’s losing herself. Kelly is all but gone.” Kara said, voice catching. “Nia seems alright for now… I… uh, I called my mom… she didn’t pick up. How is Sam, is Ruby alright?”

“She’s scared, Sam has periods of lucidity but they’re… they’re getting shorter every day.” Lena murmured. “Hope isn’t being affected so far; I suppose her mind isn’t susceptible. I… caught Jess touching herself this afternoon, just in plain view. She’s gone.”

“I’m so sorry Lena.” Kara said gently. “I know you were close.”

Lena glanced up, even as exhausted as she was her eyes were angry enough to make Kara flinch. “I really don’t ever want to hear those words from you again, Kara.” She said quietly, “They don’t mean anything anymore.”

“I…” Kara began before shutting her mouth. She lifted off gently, giving Lena one last longing look before disappearing into the night.

“H… Hope?” Lena called weakly, slumping in her chair. “Are you there?”

“I’m here, Lena.” Hope purred, appearing beside her as if from thin air.

“Can you… send everything to the DEO?” Lena asked, “Everything we found?”

“Of course, miss Luthor.”

Lena smiled tiredly and squeezed Hope’s hand. “Thank you Hope… I don’t know what I’d do without you… I just feel… so tired… it’s so hot in here.”

“Don’t worry miss Luthor.” Hope smiled gently, watching as Lena’s fingers undid a button of her blouse and her eyes began to droop. “Just sleep, you’ll feel much better after a good night’s rest.”

Lena didn’t reply, already asleep in her chair. Hope smiled and brushed her blouse open a little to admire her creamy skin. She hoped Lena’s slip into simplicity would be quick, she was so distressed at being unable to help her friends. Once she was stupid and carefree she’d be much happier.

She sighed to herself and kissed Lena’s forehead before sweeping away to organise the exchange of information with the DEO.

Sabotaging both parties was going to be a lot of work, but it would all be worth it in the end.

(Commission) The Clean Room Chapter Five.

The continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch. As Tali settles into her new life as a disposable fucktoy for the asari crew, the question of body modifications becomes all the more important.

-o-o-o-

“Tali, I need a word.”

Tali let out a squeak as a calloused blue hand swatted her ass and turned to see Commander Akiriha sauntering away from her towards her console. She nibbled her lip and glanced at Pika and Alit, the two fellow Quarians that manned the stations opposite her.

“Good luck.” Pika purred with a chuckle, watching Akiriha’s hips sway as she walked and rubbing a hand over one fat, soft breast. “Last time the commander had me I couldn’t walk for days.”

“You’re so lucky.” Alit whined, folding her arms over her own little bust and pouting. “None of the senior staff ever pay me any attention.”

“Once you’re properly processed, they won’t be able to resist you sweetie.” Pika gently reassured her.

Tali sighed and rubbed her ass where Akiriha had slapped her, hurrying away from her station. Ever since she’d abandoned any sense of shame or modesty, she’d made many more friends around the raiya. Pika and Alit were among the best, though that was because they were actually her friends, and not just convenient sex-partners like the vast majority of the others were.

Of course, the number of Quarian friends she had made was nothing compared to her new Asari ‘friends.’ Tali wondered if half the crew hadn’t rammed their cocks into her worthless Quarian cunt by now. She’d lost count ages ago of how many times she’d been used in one of the clean rooms, let alone how many of the crew she’d blown in the gloryholes.

Nipples already aching against her suit and her cunt awash with arousal, Tali meekly stepped up to Commander Akiriha. “What can I do for you, ma’am?” she asked sweetly, pushing her chest forward in the hopes this wasn’t a purely professional matter.

Commander Aleta Akiriha was the chief engineer of the Raiya and was just as bulky as the massive cargo hauler itself. Bulging sapphire muscles strained against her tight uniform, joining the matron’s ample bust in stretching out the sleek black fabric. Her calloused hands were huge, but remarkably gentle, as Tali knew from all the times her superior had molested her ass. Her face was pretty in a brutish sort of way, with a strong brow and chin and startling dark eyes.

The commander straightened up and gave Tali an excellent view of her lovely tits, the fat blue orbs at perfect face height thanks to the asari’s towering physique. “Captain K’rain told me she was impressed by your work on the cooling systems.” She grunted. “I’m impressed too. You’re still pretty new around here, but both of us agree you’re a good asset to have aboard the ship.”

“Thank you, commander.” Tali smiled, “I’m glad you like my work.”

“I do, which is why you’re being promoted.” Akiriha smirked. “You’d be my second in command in the department. It’s a lot of responsibility but there’s better pay.”

“Wow… that’s… an honour.” Tali breathed. “Thank you so much!”

“Don’t thank me just yet.” The commander sniffed, straightening her back and flexing her shoulders uncomfortably. Tali bit her lip sympathetically, it must have been so stifling to be stuck in that tight uniform all day, if only she could help the huge asari out of it… and get pounded into the fucking floor as a reward. “Your contract runs until we reach our destination and offload our cargo, this position is a permanent one. You’d be staying her for good.”

“Oh.” Tali frowned, pausing to think, albeit briefly. Leave the raiya in a month with her paycheck, or stay, get more cash, more cum and more opportunities to be fucked like a whore for as long as she wanted? Not much of a choice really. “That’d be wonderful!”

Akiriha smirked. “I figured you’d say that.” she patted Tali on the shoulder before pulling her up to her console, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Listen, this is a huge opportunity for you, but it’s also a responsibility. You’re gonna be the face of the Quarians in my department, understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, because I need you to set a good example for the rest.” The commander smiled. “You know Quarians are all sluts, but some of the others, they still think they’re people, fuck, one or two of them still think they’re equal to us asari. Can you believe it?”

“N… no ma’am.” Tali whispered, glancing back at the other Quarians working obliviously. Just a week ago she might have been horrified by what Akiriha was saying, but now she found herself soaked to hear one of the asari admit they thought her people were only fit to be slaves and sluts.

“Well, as my second in command, I’ll need you to do something about these, ok?” Akiriha chuckled, giving one of Tali’s tits a squeeze. “Doctor Ivika will get these little mosquito bites nice and fat, tell her I sent you and she’ll make sure to bump you up a few extra cup sizes too. I’ll put it on my account.”

“Oh… w… wow.” Tali mewed, nodding. “Thank you.”

“And this fine ass had better be ready for use at all times, no matter who’s around. You’ll be my bitch and I’ll expect you to put on a good show, especially in public and in meetings.” The engineer growled, giving Tali another sharp smack to her jiggling rear. “You can whore around all you want, just remember who owns you.”

“I will… ma’am.” Tali crooned, fighting the urge to start fingering herself then and there. Her glowing eyes were transfixed by the monstrous bulge in Akiriha’s pants, Keelah she wanted to slobber over that fucking bitchbreaker then and there. 

Akiriha laughed and touched her chin. “Get back to work, slut, I’ll fuck you once you’ve got your implants.” She reeled back and brought her palm smacking into Tali’s rump, making her soft assmeat jiggle and the corrupted Quarian whine with lust.

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.” Tali simpered, turning on a heel and skipping away back to her station, a sharp palm-print still burning on her jiggling asscheek from Akiriha’s final spank.

“What did the commander want?” Alite asked quietly as she returned to her station.

“I’m getting promoted!” Tali whispered, “Commander Akiriha’s going to pay for my implants!”

“Congratulations.” Pika grinned. “You’re going up in the world.”

“It’s so unfair, we came aboard the same day.” Alite whined.

“You’ll get your turn, don’t worry.” Pika sighed, patting her shoulder. “What were you thinking of Tali?”

Tali paused and bit her lip. “I don’t know… I’ve never thought about it before.”

“You could get ones like Anyi.” Alite offered. “Hers are super big, and the Asari seem to really like them.”

Tali pursed her lips, unconvinced. “I don’t know, that seems… a little much.” 

Anyi was one of the cleaning crew, which essentially meant she was a useless slab of meat the asari could drain their balls into. As far back as anyone Tali had asked could remember, she had always been more plastic than person, to the point that no one really knew how old she was anymore. Her silicon udders were as taut and round as basketballs, horrendously fake, just as the asari liked. Anyi was a ditz unlike any other, little more than a doll the asari used to mop up their spunk after it had oozed out of one of their other sluts. Tali shivered with a mixture of lust and horror, imagining herself just as braindead and mindless, slurping cum from the floors with collagen-packed lips and basketball tits.

“Well, what do you think of mine?” Pika purred, hoisting her own udders upwards and jiggling them from side to side. Tali hummed and watched her friend’s tits bounce hypnotically. Each of her breasts had been heavily enhanced, plumped up to nearly the size of her head. They were still naturally shaped, fat, soft teardrops of titmeat, if Tali hadn’t known Pika before she’d been enhanced, she might have thought they were purely natural.

When she had first run across Pika, the older Quarian had already been processed dozens of times, but Tali had had the pleasure of watching the milf spend her paychecks every month exclusively on turning herself into a sentient sextoy. Whilst her breasts were certainly immense, her ass had been improved just as much. Pika now had a truly outrageous hourglass figure, her relatively slim waist exploding outwards into a truly massive backside that jiggled and bounced whenever Pika took a step. Behind her mask Pika’s pretty face was even sporting a fat pair of enhanced lips, perfect cock-cushions the old whore loved to put to good use.

“Yours are really fucking hot.” Tali purred approvingly.

“Why thank you.” Pika giggled. “I like to keep myself looking natural as much as possible. You wouldn’t believe how much work it takes to maintain this.”

“Maintain what?” Alite frowned with confusion, her eyes focused pointedly on Pika’s soft belly and thick thighs.

The older Quarian wasn’t offended, offering a soft chuckle and a pat to Alite’s flat ass. “Sweetie, our owners love diversity, they don’t just want cute little petite sluts like you, or stupid silicon bimbos like Anyi.”

“Sometimes they want slutty milfs with fat tits and a fatter ass.” Tali grinned.

“Someone soft and mature and sexy they can pound into a fucking coma.” Pika agreed. “So, what do you think Tali, want to join the milf club?”

“I’m twenty-one, Pika.” Tali laughed.

“So? Get a head start.” Pika purred, jiggling her udders again to an appreciative coo from Alite. “Give it twenty years and you’ll be just as much of a mature fuckslave as me!”

“I think I’d like that.” Alite chimed in. “Even if you are a little chubby.”

“Just means there’s more to grab onto.” Pika laughed.

“Hey!” Commander Akiriha’s voice barked. “You’re not paid to stand around and gossip you stupid whores! Get to work or I’ll have the three of you put in chastity belts!”

“Sorry commander!” Pika and Alite simpered immediately.

“Sorry ma’am.” Tali added, catching her new mistress’ pointed glare. “Won’t happen again!”

“Make sure it doesn’t.” Akiriha grunted, marching close and pushing a pad into Tali’s arms. “You three just volunteered to bring some cargo up from the hold. Commander Avana needs these in her office.”

“Yes ma’am.” Tali sighed. She glanced down at the pad as the three of them walked out of the engine room and pouted. 

-o-o-o-

“Keelah, these are fucking heavy.” Tali groaned, pushing her crate in front of her through the corridors towards the commander’s quarters.

“What do you suppose the commander has in these?” Pika asked, huffing as she shoved her own crate along.

Tali paused and glanced down at the metal surface beneath her hands. “I… heard a rumour the commander ordered some… special items.”

“Wh… what kind of special items?” Alite grunted, doing her best to inch the heavy box along with her petite frame braced against it.

“Slave collars.”

Pika’s eyes lit up. “Really? Do you really think so?”

“I don’t know… but… Lana said Nurse Anasa has been working on… some new project as well.”

“Keelah… maybe they’re finding a cure for us.” Pika moaned. “We could serve them outside of our suits.”

“Imagine it… they could fuck us whenever they wanted.” Alite crooned longingly. “And we’d be fine!”

Tali wished with all her heart her hunch was right, but it seemed too good to be true. “Maybe… don’t get your hopes up…” She groaned and gave her box a heavy shove to get it into the elevator. “I might be wrong.”

The doors slid shut and in the ensuing silence all three Quarians thought the exact same thing. “I’ve got to know.” Pika said eventually, yanking the lid off her crate and staring down into it.

Tali’s heart fluttered as she saw the dozens of slave collars neatly packed away inside, one of them just waiting to be wrapped around her throat.

“Oh Keelah.” She whimpered. “It’s really happening.”

The Quarian Admiralty Bared.

I'm surprised it took me this long to have a pun in one of my titles honestly.

After Shepard liberates Rannoch and brings peace between the Quarians and the Geth, three Quarian Admirals decide to follow an ancient tradition, and offer themselves as loyal concubines to their people's hero.

This piece was made by the lovely Loreleia to accompany my story A Hero's Reward!

Cassandra in the Wilds.

During my break from writing early this year I commissioned a handful of pieces to compensate for time lost.

This piece of the lovely Cassandra Pentaghast was made by the equally lovely WetRabbit, whose work you should check out.

The Queen's Conquest.

A commission from AshenGray.

Arruk the mountain orc, from my story Welcome To The Family, wakes up in the clutches of Aisshaee, a villainous and seductive dryad queen. As the powerful orcess hunter is rendered helpless, trapped deep within the dryad's tree, her mind is twisted and brought to the Queen's realm so that she can 'entertain' Aisshaee and her clan.

-o-o-o-

Everything was dark and warm and wet.

Arruk’s body ached from head to heel.

A dull, throbbing, pulsing sound filled her ears, like a watery heartbeat hammering at her ears.

She opened her eyes, consciousness creeping through her addled mind as the intoxicating sap of the dryads left her system. The darkness was absolute, even once she’d opened her eyes, and for an instant Arruk panicked.

It was shameful, a mountain orc had no business being afraid of the dark, but waking alone and entombed with scant memories of how she had arrived there made Arruk’s heart flutter with terror. It only grew worse as she tried to move, sweaty emerald muscles bulging and straining but not making any progress against whatever was holding her in place.

A low, angry growl passed her lips, her body shaking with exertion as she pulled her mighty arms as hard as she could before slumping weakly. She took a few breaths in a desperate attempt to calm herself before roaring with rage.

Memories began to return to her, images of strange little creatures and an astonishingly beautiful woman. Traces of greenwood fingers over her flesh, pulling on her hair, sliding inside her. She could feel the aftertaste of mind-numbing sap on her tongue. She strained again against her restraints; her teeth ground tight.

“Release me!” she howled, “Face me with honour or kill me like cowards but do not keep me bound here like some boar in a snare!”

“Ahhhhh.” 

The voice was soft and silky, effortlessly seductive as it whispered into Arruk’s pointed ear. “You’re awake… you slept so long, my love.”

Arruk shuddered, a chill running down her spine as the suddenly familiar voice of Aisshaee slithered into her ears. 

“You… poisoned my mind… made me debase and dishonour myself… when I am free, I will carve your tree apart and use it as kindling to burn your children!”

Something cool and smooth brushed Arruk’s calf, the same softwood texture as the hands of the groping dryads. Arruk could almost hear the pout in Aisshaee’s voice as she spoke. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself, love? Didn’t you come to me willingly?”

“Your words are poison.” Arruk spat, jerking her head away from where the Dryad queen’s voice had spoken. A slender, long-clawed hand brushed through her braided hair, a soft chuckle echoed through the prison.

“It was not my words that lured you to my bosom, my love.” The queen whispered, “A taste of my essence and you came to me like a moth to the flame. I expected such a fine specimen of orc to provide a little more resistance, to be truthful… but to have such a lovely strong girl to hold close when the nights grow lonely? I can hardly complain of such a pleasure.”

“Release me and I will show you resistance.” Arruk snapped, tugging against her bonds sharply. Whatever was stroking against her calf had reached her knee now, its coolness sliding around behind her knee and making her shake. “Your magics won’t work a second time, witch.”

“You are such a brave thing, love.” Aisshaee cooed, “so strong, and not just because of these lovely muscles.” Arruk shivered as a hand slipped over her belly, wooden talons tracing approvingly over every rise and fall of her musclebound abdomen.

“I fear you don’t yet understand what is happening, love. Where you are. Allow me to… illuminate you.”

Arruk blinked as a tiny orange speck began to glow in front of her, a dull little ember that slowly began to shine brighter and brighter. Another ember joined it, and then another. In an instant, countless bioluminescent spores were flickering like candles, lighting the tiny wooden prison Arruk was trapped within.

Immediately it was clear why Arruk hadn’t been able to pull her arms free, her prison was barely wider than her torso, and her arms were sunk to just past the elbow into the rough, twisting bark of the walls. Her feet were encased just the same as she glanced down, but that barely registered as she saw just what it was that had been slithering up her leg.

It was a tentacle, or rather a vine, soft young wood with rubbery green bark, coiling around her emerald flesh and squeezing tight. As alarming as that was, what was worse was the writhing mass of vines twitching and shifting about around every inch of the cramped chamber, hugging the walls, pulsing like veins.

Aisshaee was nowhere to be seen, but her voice continued to whisper into Arruk’s ear so vividly the orc could almost feel her lips against her.

“It’s so rare I have guests within me, I do apologise for the lack of space.” She chuckled softly. “You’ll find the accommodation far more to your liking soon.”

“Get… off… me.” Arruk hissed, watching as one of the vines slowly pulled away from the wall and landed heavily on her shoulder. “I swear I will make you pay for this!”

“Love, as much as I adore your bravado.” Aisshaee sighed, “I think it’s time you accepted you’re outmatched. No amount of strength can break my hold, no mind can withstand my charms… so relax, my dear orcish bride, and enjoy your new life.”

Arruk growled angrily, her mouth opened to scream at her dryad kidnapper and was promptly plugged by a stabbing tendril. The young orc gurgled with surprise as the tentacle forced its way into her throat, her dark eyes widening with shock before orcish instinct kicked in.

Even other orcs were wary about anything dealing with one another mouths, kisses were often brief and wary and oral sex was more or less unheard of, at least for males. The orcish instinct to bite down hard on things that came into reach of their teeth was unbelievably strong, and true to form, as soon as Arruk realised what was happening her jaw clenched hard.

Young, green wood snapped under her teeth as easily as chalk and Arruk heard a hiss from Aisshaee. The pain she inflicted on the Dryad queen was next to nothing ultimately, but still unpleasant, a necessary sacrifice to bring her new Orcish bride under her control. As Arruk’s teeth cut through the tentacle it spewed golden sap from the wound, filling Arruk’s mouth and sliding down her throat.

The orc realised her mistake at once and spat the severed wad of wood out. The instant her mouth opened again another three tentacles rushed forwards and forced their way into her mouth. Arruk howled vaguely as two of the thick rubbery branches tugged her mouth open and the third slithered down her throat.

Gagging and convulsing, Arruk could already feel the sap beginning to do its work, her mind felt slightly fuzzy, even as she pulled against her restraints her arms began to sag limply. She groaned with desperation and thrashed about as much as she could, only for yet more vines to twist around her legs, inching further and further up her body.

“Be calm.” Aisshaee’s voice cooed into her ear. “There’s no need to fear. Relax… just let go.”

Arruk moaned and flexed as hard as she could, her muscles bulging to a coo of approval from the dryad queen. “Oh my, I take it back, my love. Keep resisting… what a titillating show you’re providing.”

The vine slithering up Arruk’s body finally reached its final destination, it’s dull, pointed tip tickling the thick hair that crowned the orc’s cunt. Arruk’s eyes squeezed shut as her folds were parted and the tentacle pressed deeply into her.

The orc’s growls and struggling slowly began to fade as more and more vines began to explore her helpless body. Tentacles of wood ensnared her from head to toe, keeping her in place as her increasingly weaker resistance fought them. Soon Arruk’s head was nestled against the wooden wall of the chamber by tendrils wrapping her forehead, her belly was criss-crossed by yet more, squeezing her belly as she fought for breath.

The tentacle fucking her throat made Arruk splutter and gag, her eyes watering as it pumped into her relentlessly. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the wooden tendril exploring her cunt wasn’t driving her insane with pleasure. The damned thing coiled and pulsed and slithered within her, touching every spot needed to make the young orc moan and whine with lust, and thereby make her gag and choke on the tentacle in her gullet.

Even as Arruk’s eyes lost their fury and her arms went limp, more of Aisshaee’s tendrils attacked her. A second vine pressed into her mouth and down her throat to join the other, the combined stimulus of the orc’s throat and one-another coaxing a slow, steady stream of mind-numbing sap to ooze into Arruk’s system. Below, a half-dozen tentacles set about Arruk’s other orifices. The orc’s green pussy pierced by a second and third vine, stretching her petals and pounding deep enough into her to make her stomach bulge from the intrusion.

As the orc’s womanhood was ravished, her asshole was invaded by the remaining tendrils, coiling around one another, and driving deep into her helpless hole. Arruk whimpered wetly at the pain, her spit and the sap dribbling from her lips as she trembled.

“Let go, my love.” Aisshaee cooed as Arruk groaned and slumped, the tentacles within her fucking her harder and harder. “Let go and come to me.”

Arruk whined vaguely, eyes fluttering and body beginning to roll against the invading tendrils. The taste of sap, as sweet and fragrant as honey, was thick on her tongue, and her thoughts had slowed to a crawl.

As her breasts were wrapped and squeezed a low moan passed the orc’s lips, deep within the tree wall that encased her fists, her fingers twitched with pleasure. More and more tentacles made their way around and inside Arruk, until her holes were stretched to their very limits.

Arruk heard Aisshaee laugh softly as a particularly wet gurgle passed her lips, a fifth tentacle forcing its way into her mouth to join the pulsing, thrusting group. “You’re getting close, love… close to cumming, close to surrender.” The dryad teased. “Don’t be shy… give in to the pleasure.”

As tentacles writhed and pounded into her helpless holes, Arruk began to groan, her body tensing and trembling. Her nipples were tugged on, her pussy filled, her asshole stretched. As Arruk’s clit was gently flicked by a tendril the Orc’s eyes crossed, and her resistance failed for good.

Aisshaee purred with victory as Arruk’s arousal splattered the floor of the chamber, her prey’s mighty bosom heaving with ragged, blissful breaths. In one synchronised moment, every tentacle within the orc’s broken body exploded, spraying her full of corrupting sap. As Arruk’s belly swelled with the sheer volume of liquid, the tentacles in her mouth retreated, having left their payload in her guts.

Arruk was still for a moment before she heaved and spat up a pint of golden sap over her heaving chest. The fuck-drunk orc hiccupped and slumped forwards, unconscious and defeated.

-o-o-o-

Arruk whimpered, feeling hands take her arms and haul her forwards. She was still weak, barely able to open her eyes even as she was pulled along by whoever had found her. The floor beneath her naked, helpless form was smooth and polished, and the room had a refreshing, oddly familiar scent to it. She could hear talk in some foreign language and the soft hiss of flowing water but before she could force her eyes open, she was dropped heavily onto the polished wooden floor with a dull thud.

Forcing her head up, Arruk saw Aisshaee, lounging on a throne of wood, twisting branches ornately guided into an elaborate pattern before re-joining the great pillar of a tree that grew into the ceiling. The queen smiled fondly and uncrossed her legs, reaching down to touch Arruk’s chin with a talon.

“Hello, my love.” She smiled. “Welcome to your new home.”