Journeys of Cyrus: Taming the Princess

Cyrus was totally naked. He stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the pastel pink of the princess’ room. He was fully upright, making himself look as tall as possible.

“My, what a big brute you are.” princess Regina said, an impetuous sneer across her lips. She wore her usual regal attire, a full pink dress, elbow length white silk gloves, and a thin crown atop her blonde hair. Even though the top of her head only reached the dragon’s nipples she was in total control. 

She had whined to her father for weeks about wanting a dragon for her eighteenth birthday, and even if it was a few months later Cyrus finally arrived. The king did not want a four legged monstrosity ripping up the castle, so he hoped that the more humanoid black dragon would due. Officially Cyrus was hired on as a bodyguard, but unofficially he was a willing sex slave. 

Cyrus was going into this expecting vanilla sex. Humans, especially nobles, were intimidated by his body size and penis size. But Regina didn't show any of that.

She cupped her hand at the bottom of Cyrus’ left testicle, the massive organ filling out her entire palm and fingers. “I bet these are filled to the brim with hot, nasty dragon cum.”

There was a hunger in her eyes, she didn't see Cyrus as a fierce dragon but as a piece of meat to be used. He spared a glance around the princess’ bedroom. She had a large cushy bed, an open area, and a shelf full of countless dirty novels. They had titles like “Hard Scales, Hard Dick.” The bed was a pile of pillows and comforters that looked almost like a nest. Part of the room was cleared out with an old wooden torture rack having been dragged in. The device looked out of place in the cushy room.

He looked back at the human with a smirk. “Are you sure you can handle all of this?”

She tightened her grip on his ball, not too hard but hard enough to show who is in charge. Cyurs lurched forward reflexively. 

“Please, you think this dragon dick is enough to scare me.” She said, barely wrapping her hand around his semi hard penis. “But it'll take a lot more than that. I’ll find out if you know how to use this soon enough.” She gave it a few tugs, making it jolt up more. Cyrus knew he was going to enjoy his time here. She let go of his genitals, biting her red painted lips as his balls bounced back to their resting position. She peeled off her gloves to reveal soft dainty hands. Without a moment's hesitation they moved to grope Cyrus all over. She glided her hands on the softer yellow scales of her chest and stomach, scratching herself on purpose on the rougher black scales of his back. Her hand moved further down, running along the top of his tail before she pulled back and slapped him hard on the ass. Cyrus gave a short start, hopping to his tip toes for a second. 

“Damn, that ass is strong!”

Cyrus turned to face the princess, he loomed over her being almost twice as big and at least four times her weight. “Like what you see?”

“Oh I do, and I am sure the citizens will love it too?” She said with a smirk, holding up a leather collar.

Cyrus crawled on his hands and knees through the city streets. It was a struggle to keep up with the parading princess who hummed a happy tune as she tugged at the collar at his neck. His tough scales prevented his knees and hands from hurting, but his muscles started to ache from this use and sweat beaded on his body. The dragon could hear whispers and gasps from the citizens, some making lewd comments, some gasping, some obviously getting lower to get a better look. He felt fully exposed, bent over like he was showing off his ass to the world. The heat caused his scrotum to fully relax, letting his massive balls hang as low as they could. The awkward crawling caused a loud plap plap as his genitals swayed back and forth and slapped against his thighs. It was all utterly humiliating. Cyrus loved it, his throbbing erection tipped with pre cum as it slapped against his stomach. Regina walked her way to a courtyard, sitting on a bench. She spread her legs wide, letting her dress hike up to her shins.

“Nothing beats taking a pet for a walk.” She stated, making sure to put extra emphasis on the word ‘pet’. “Now be a good little dragon and lick your princess’ sweaty twat.”

The casual crassness was a delight to the dragon, and he was plenty eager to get a taste of some royal cunt. He crawled and put his head under her dress, the musky smell of her sex hitting his nostrils. The pink fabric surrounding him gave her smooth legs and pussy a beautiful highlight. A small pang of disappointment hit him as he saw her vagina was shaved smooth. That disappointment was washed away when he saw that her slit was already slick with juices , it was clear she was excited for this. He wasted no time, parting his maw to let his thick tongue slip from his mouth like a hungry snake. He lapped at the bottom of her sex, moving up until he could feel the scratchy stubble of her shaven pubic hair. 

“Fuck.” Regina shuddered, her silky thighs instinctively closing on either side of the dragon’s head. She looked around, citizens shocked or aroused by her brazen display. She was more than happy to let them watch and whisper. The dragon worked his tongue more, it was much thicker and stronger than any human’s, and he moved with a need and hunger. He lapped her up, drinking down her sweat and juices like they were heavenly nectar. He moved away from her pussy to slide across her thighs, coating them all over in his saliva. Eagerly he dove back in, flicking her throbbing clit. Cyrus got more hungry, more daring. The princess let out a loud gasp and squirmed when his tongue went lower and went between her ass, the soft cheeks on either side parting until he found her asshole. 

“You savage beast!” She screamed in barely contained lust. The princess was shamelessly writing now, kept only in place by the dragon between her legs. Cyrus knew she was getting close and returned to her womanhood. He lapped at her quickly, shoving his tongue deeper in and hitting all the right places. Regina screamed as she climaxed, squirting onto the dragon's face. Cyrus pulled back, looking up with satisfaction as the princess slumped back on the park bench. Sweat dripped down her and her once perfect hair was a mess from where she had run her hands through. 

“Do you need a moment?” 

“Gods no.” She declared, getting on shaky legs and tugging on his collar. “Get your scaley ass back to my bedchambers.”

Cyrus lay belly up on the old torture rack, his nose now full of the sweet perfumes of the womans bedroom. His arms and legs were held in place at the wrist and ankles with straps. He gave them a test, feeling them give he knew he could break them if he really desired to. He had no desire to, seeing the princess wearing frilly lace stockings and elbow length gloves. She sauntered towards him, eyeing up his rock hard cock hungrily. “I hope you are ready, brute.”

“Ive been ready.” He said with a smirk. He eyed up her bare crotch, seeing she was dripping with anticipation. “Maybe you could consider growing out your bush.”

“If you fuck as good as you eat maybe i’ll consider it.” She said, running a hand along his pectoral muscles. The human hopped up on the rack, turning away from the dragon and planting her ass on his stomach. Her toned behind rocked back and forth and the dragon could feel the heat from her womanhood. His penis went all the way up to her tits as she sat, and the dragon was curious how she planned to use his rod. The woman stood up, planting a foot on either side of the dragon’s hips and she slowly started to lower herself onto his throbbing dick. She was wet, warm, and tight. Much to the dragon’s surprise she was able to get the head of his penis inside quickly, and after only a little more struggle she kept lowering more and more. Despite himself, Cyrus let out a throaty moan as she enveloped him. She got to three fourths of his dick before she stopped. 

“Impressive.” He moaned. 

“I'm not a porcelain princess, I have had practice.” She said, looking over her shoulder as she slid down the rest of the way, her toned cheeks pressing on his hips.

“Youve had other dragons?” He said, thrusting his hips up and impressed she met his push with her own.

“No, but the horses in the stables were plenty eager.” 

This sent a thrill through the dragon and he knew he would have to inquire more about this later. For now he would enjoy some royal pussy. She bounced her ass up and down along the length of his dick with amazing ease. She let out hearty moans, cupping her perky breasts with one hand. While it was out of sight of the dragon the woman’s stomach bulged as it expanded to accommodate the massive dragon rod. She never slowed down, greedy with lust she pushed on. She let go of her own chest and grabbed the dragon’s balls, giving them a squeeze. “Bet these are fucking full, right?”

“Princess, so full.” He agreed, sweat beading his brow as he had to fight against the urge to break the restraints and grab her hips. Royal pussy always felt amazing.

“Cant wait to feel that hot nasty dragon cum inside me. Don't hold back, I'm on herbs to stop pregnancy." 

This dampened Cyrus' enthusiasm a bit, but he respected her choice. 

Regina sat down fully and started grinding on the dragon’s lap. She bucked her hips back and fourth, feeling the full length and girth stretch her out. “Gods above this is amazing!” She all but shouted out. The once fragrant sweets smells of the room were quickly replaced by the musks of sweat and sex. The dragon’s breathing quickened and he felt his climax approaching. 

The princess could feel it too so she resumed her bouncing, moving up and down his length with an almost frantic pace. It was clear she would not be satisfied unless she got it all from the dragon. Without any warning she brought a gloved hand down hard on his balls, a meaty slap echoing in the bedchamber. The sudden rush of pain mixed with his overflowing pleasure made the dragon roar as he came. The bellowing cry was strong enough that it pushed the woman's long golden hair up and made her lurch forward. His balls clenched up as they shot every drop of semen out in powerful load. The princess pushed down, wanting to get filled up totally. Her stomach extended more as white hot dragon juices were pumped into her. Her voice was an incompressible moan of pleasure, her mind going blank. When the dragon was done her stomach looked like she was ready to lay one of his eggs. It extended out as far as it could, her once slim frame now pushed to the limit. 

With a heavy sigh Cyrus tried to catch his breath. “You look really good like that.”

Regina remained on the dragon’s cock for a moment more, rubbing her stomach. She got up, a stream of semen dripping from her slit and landing on his dick and balls. To his surprise she took a step back and hovered her ass above him.

“You made a mess of a princess, now you have to clean it up!” She said before slamming her still dripping crotch directly on his maw. 

Cyrus eagerly got to his task, he knew he would enjoy his time at the kingdom.

Months past, their lurid affair grew more and more lewd. She lay atop the torture rack casually and had Cyrus carry it all the way back to the dungeon by himself. She had him go slowly, making sure to hold it steady and not bump her around too much. By the time he made it to the long unused castle dungeon he was dripping in sweat. Much to the dragon’s shock Regina breathed in the scent of his musk deeply, even burying her nose deep in his armpit. Days later she would smack him with a riding crop. While the instrument was not strong enough to cause any real pain to the dragon, the humiliation factor was plenty fun. His fat dragon cock would stretch her out multiple times a day, each time filling her up and making her belly fill out. Cyrus would lament her lack of pregnancy but would respect her choice. The dragon did comment on how he liked it when she forgot to shave and a yellow stubble formed on her pussy. It wasn't long before she had a full golden bush, much to the dragon’s delight. He made sure to show his appreciation with plenty of nasty licks and kisses to her new hair.

Cyrus also spent his time helping around the kingdom, dealing with minor bandit problems and actually bodyguarding the princess when needed. One night, the dragon was ready to retire for the night but found a message directing him to the dungeon once more. When he arrived in the underground he was surprised to see the large cell they used for their dirty sex had a large mirror in it. It was tall enough to show all of the dragon, along with a gilded golden pattern around the rim of it. 

“I see you like the new addition.” Regina said, showing herself. She was dressed in particularly scandalous lingerie that cupped her breasts to show them off more. Thigh high lace covered her legs and feet, and a set of crotchless panties. She carried with her a large vial of clear liquid. Her now impressive bush pushed up the fabric somewhat. What surprised the dragon was the fact she was wearing very heavy mascara and she looked shy. This is the same woman who shamelessly sat her hair cum fulled cunt on his face and ordered him to lick it up.

“Tonight you are to fuck me in front of this mirror.” She said, a slight hitch in her voice. “B-but this time you are going to be fucking my ass.” Her face was practically turning red at this point.

Cyurs thought for a moment, walking up to the princess and taking the vial brought it to his eyes. He could see this was a lubricant.

“Tell me, is this your first time with anal?” 

The princess failed to meet his gaze. “So what if it is?”

“And you are wearing heavy make up so you can sse your eyes water in the mirror when I fuck your tight little hole, like the dirty slut you are?” His voice was a low growl. He was very used to being used and talked down to, but this time he felt like she wanted him to take the lead. Show her what it felt like to be used as a pieces of fuck meat. Of course he would pay attention and if she showed any signs of discomfort he would stop. 

While the princess did not speak, her nervous yet longing expression spoke for her. Cyrus moved one finger under her chin, guiding her to look upward. Without warning he leaned down and began to kiss her, his large dragonic tongue entering her delicate mouth. He glided along her smooth flat teeth. He pulled back, her face a mess of lust and desire. His penis was already throbbing to life and pressing against her soft thigh. 

“On your hands and knees, now.” He commanded, taking up a dominating tone for the first time with the woman. This came as a surprise to her, but she quickly moved to the mirror and got down. Raising her ass up high. The wet slit of her womanhood glistened with anticipation. Cyrus knelt down too, resting his dick atop the cleft of her butt, feeling the soft fabric of her panties. The hole in her undergarment allowed her tight virgin asshole to be shown, and the underside of his cock slid across the wrinkled skin. He poured the vial out, letting the clear liquid cover all of his penis as well as all over her ass.

“Dont worry princess, I will start off slow.” He said, pushing his hips back and prodding her hole. “But not too slow.”

Regina let out a whimper, but she pushed her butt back more to meet the dragon’s penis. He pushed more, and the inevitable moment came when her hole gave way and allowed his manhood inside. It was just the head, but his dick was much more than that of even the most well endowed human. The princess let out a loud undignified scream, pain and pleasure mixing in her voice. Cyrus waited a moment, knowing not to push things too much. When the woman relaxed a little he was able to start fucking, gentle at first and adding more lube as needed. He looked up and saw himself in the mirror, appreciating the sight of his big bulky form towering over the princess. For a moment his mind flashed with an idea for a nasty roleplay where he pretended to have kidnapped the princess, like the old fairy tales. He decided to save this for later. The dragon noticed that Regina was looking down at the floor, her hair already getting messy.

“Look at yourself.” He commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. She did so, her heavy makeup running down her cheeks in dark lines as her eyes watered. Cyrus pushed on, knowing she was loving this too.

“Look at you, royalty being treated like a cheap back alley whore. Taking a fat dragon dick right up your ass.” He grabbed her hair, pulling to force her hair up. Her ass clenched at this.

“Yes, I'm a cheap whore!” She gasped out, her voice quivering. Cyrus saw clear liquid pooling between her legs that was not the lube. She was climaxing already. The dragon moved his hand lower, hooking a finger in her mouth and pulling her cheek back. 

“Cumming already, I bet you've been dreaming of this for a while. Are you going to be a good slut and take my load?” Cyrus said, feeling his own climax approaching. She could not speak, giving only lusty moans as she licked at his finger. He quickened his pace, roaring with fury as he pushed his dick in further than it had ever been this night. She gasped as white hot semen flooded her insides. He kept thrusting to make sure to squeeze out every last drop out of his balls. When he was finished he pulled out, seeing cum drip out of her gaping asshole and down across her cunt. Her face was down as she breathed heavily to recover from another climax. Cyrus would need to explore this new side of her more.

The two would continue fucking more daily and nightly. Another month passed, and after a one round of fairly simple sex Cyrus noticed that the princess was starting to get a little more plump and was getting exhausted faster. Of course, some more princess to love was always welcome, but he asked about it. 

Regina met the dragon’s gaze with a sly smile. “Ive stopped taking my herbs, I think I’m with child.”

Cyrus' heart skipped a beat, a thrill of excitement filling him. Then concern followed soon after, royals can be picky with heirs. “What would your mother think of this?”

“Oh her? She knows all about this and approves. In fact...” She said, her voice turning to a smug knowing tone.

The click of hard heels sounded in the dungeon. Out strode the Queen Alice, dressed in tight creaking leathers. Her hells were thigh high boots that ended only at her hips and practically highlighted her pussy and ass. She had a dark corset that hugged her body, pushing her milky tits up. Alice had a thicker riding crop in her hand. She was slightly chubby, her mature age catching up. Of course Cyrus looked at her as he would perfectly aged wine. She spoke, a playful sneer edging her words. “My daughter told me all about you, dragon. You may have fun with her, but this queen will show you who's in charge.” She punctuated this by slapping the wall with her crop, a snap echoing in the room. “We are not leaving until I know I am pregnant."

Cyrus’ heart was racing, the dominating human mother about to bully him, the sting of a powerful riding crop, and the demand for a child. The dragon had to make sure he was not dreaming for a moment. 

Alice wasted no time, enjoying Cyrus as a new toy. She commanded him with royal authority fit for one of her stations. The queen enjoyed stomping her boots onto the dragon’s tough hide and grinding the heel in. While the pain was minimal the dominating disrespect more than made up for it. She took the dragon’s massive penis easily, riding atop him and bouncing her royal ass. Something gave within her after Cyrus pumped the first load into her. The royal authority melted away and she started to act like a cheap desperate cock hungry whore. Cyrus kept this energy going, putting the queen on her knees and gently slapping his cock on her face. He was still sticky with semen and vaginal juices. She reveled in it, leaving her mouth open to catch stray drops. Regina looked eager to join in, seeing her own mother like that awakened a deep dark depravity that the dragon found delicious.

“Why don't you put your mouth to use too?” He said with a smirk as he raised his tail. The pregnant woman took the hint. Crawling on hand and knees she faced the toned ass of the dragon. She didn't waste time, diving in between his cheeks fully, lapping up and down his crack hungrily. She found his hole soon enough and kept going. The queen didn't need any orders, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed up the dragons now throbbing meat. Cyrus bit his lip, sucking in air as the jolt of pleasure hit him. He enjoyed this feeling, both of their warm mouths pleasuring his most sensitive areas. With a growl he could not take it anymore. He grabbed a handful of the queen's hair and pulled her, forcing his dick all the way down her throat. She gagged, but swallowed every drop of the load. Cryus felt this strength fail him, and let himself fall to the side. With heavy breaths he tried to recover some of his energy. 

To his surprise the human woman moved between his legs and started to suck on his testicles, one woman for each ball. The queen, cum dripping from her face and onto his scrotum, pulled back just long enough to speak. “Come on, you can't be getting tired already.”

The queen sucked on his ball and pulled back. This lifted the organ up until it fell free from her mouth with a pop. “I thought I told you we are not leaving until we know I am pregnant."

This renewed Cyrus’s lust again, the sudden surge of new energy making him gouge marks into the stone floor with his claws.

The night of passion and heedless lusts kept going until the morning light. Cyrus lay on his back, a human royal on either arm. Alice was dripping with his see, he was sure she was knocked up a few climaxes ago. She rubbed his chest, her soft hand on his golden scales. 

“My daughter tells me you have dreams of building a kingdom.” She said, her voice now softer.

The dragon chuckled. “A big dream, yes, but I think it's possible.”

“With strength like yours anything is.” She said, biting her lip while looking at his crotch. She had to shake her head to not jump him again. “You will need allies. Marry us, both of us!”

Cyrus did not need to think about it for even a moment. “I will.” He leaned in to kiss the queen, then the princess. “We will have the wedding as soon as possible, then discuss logistics. But first, I want to know who you got your leather outfit from.”

Some time passed and Cyrus stepped out of the leatherworker’s shop. Bands of studded leather were ringed around his arms, legs, and tail. A harness crossed his chest and back, with a golden ring in the middle. He felt powerful in this outfit, especially as he held the two leashes that were gently wrapped around the necks of his two new wives. “Let's go for a little walk, and if you are good bitches you will get a treat.”

The women looked back at him, bellies starting to swell. They met his eyes with a mischievous glint, knowing they would push him even harder when they are in the dominant role again.

Thalia and Machi: Earthly Delights

The walk through the woods had been delightful. While Thalia had been walking the woods since before recorded time it had always been a wonderful experience. The crunch of stray twigs underfoot, the crisp fresh air, rays of sunlight peeking through the treetop canopy. Sometimes she wondered why mortals chose to stay cooped up in their metal and glass buildings. What made this trek through the wilderness particularly nice was the satyr who led her with barely contained eagerness.

Machi's cloven hooves fell harder on the ground than the much bigger goddess, but he was bound by earthly things like gravity fully. He held a picnic basket in one hand, the other waving his love on.

“This way, we are almost there!” The goat man’s hair had been done up perfectly straight, bangs almost covering his hair. His slim feminine frame garbed in a flowing sundress, golden choker and necklace that disappeared underneath his outfit.. He carried the basket like it weighed nothing, but the goddess had enchanted it so he could have hidden a boulder in it if so desired. This outing was entirely the satyr’s plan, so Thalia had no idea what was planned or hidden in the basket. Still, she was excited to see what her husband had planned. Briefly the goddess’ mind flickered with what was hidden under the male’s dress, but she dispelled these thoughts. She wished to go along with the plans her beloved had made. Besides, there was time for such lusts later.

Effortlessly Machi skipped up the grassy hill, prancing to a song only heard in his heart. Thalia followed easily, letting the smaller mortal take a lead as he eagerly began to unpack. The hill overlooked a lake, the setting sun reflected up in an almost mirror like display. A lone crooked tree provided ample shade as the satyr eagerly began to work. He pulled out a large checked blanket and sprawled it wide in the shade. Unsatisfied with the location he picked up the edge and tried again. As he bent forward a cool breeze raised his sundress up to allow a peek underneath. Those long supple fur covered legs ran all the way up, meeting to his slender yet tender hips. His round perky rump was covered in pure white panties, the fabric clinging tight enough to start to expose the cleft between the two cheeks. Lower hung the small bulge of his balls. They were small and cute in his current form, but the goddess would easily change them at will. Machi was more than happy to have his being changed to the goddess’ whims. He always said whatever she wanted he would provide. She had to bite her lip and force her gaze to the lake, she still didn't want to ruin a hard worked romantic gesture. Even after all this time it was so easy for her to get worked up by her husband.

Machi pulled out a still warm pie from the basket, the size of it should not have been allowed in the small wicker container. It looked like it was pulled right from a human sales catalog with how picture perfect it was. “Impressive work, little fawn. Did you make it yourself?” She asked, the sweet smells of the berries baked within already enticing her pallet. In all honesty the satyr could have pulled out a ham sandwich and she would have adored it, so long as it was made by her husband it beat any gourmet cooking.

“It took a lot of tries but yes. Making a pie from scratch is tricky but I finally got it.” He said, setting up plates and silverware for them to use. He cut into the pie, serving his wife. “The boys were very helpful in dealing with all my failed attempts.”

Thalia giggled. She thought the rats were looking a little extra chubby. “You didn't have to go through too much trouble for me.” The goddess regularly changed her form, but currently she stood only slightly taller than her lover. Her head was done like with humanoid white hair atop it. She dressed casually in a simple dress that hugged her wide hips and ample bosom. She made sure her outfit would not ride up as she gracefully sat in front of the freshly cut pie slice. Machi had cut himself a smaller slice and quickly took his spot besides her, both facing the still lake. 

“No trouble at all, it was plenty of fun.” He said, already nestling his head on his wife’s shoulder. He would have been more than happy to move the stars themselves if it made his beloved smile. To pair with the food he pulled out a perfectly aged wine and poured glasses for both.

The two spent hours laughing and cuddling, the sweet taste of berry pie on their lips. The food was almost gone, as was all of the wine.

The sun was setting, the sky lighting up as the stars shone through the darkness. Thalia had her arm rested over the shoulder of the Satyr, his smooth soft bare skin a delight in her hand. “This was a wonderful leaving."

“There is a little more I had planned.” He said, voice a shy whisper. He shuffled up, moving so his back was against the night sky. In a smooth motion he moved his arms over the shoulder straps of the sundress and let it fall to the ground. Underneath was a daring look. The golden choker supported a chain that formed a cross across the feminine male’s chest. The sides went across and into nipple piercings. While he was male he had small perky buddings that could easily be mistaken for breasts. The chain went lower to support a pure white undergarment that left his bare thighs exposed. He gave a short spin, showing off his whole body and showing the thin white fabric that failed to cover his rounded butt. He thought for a moment to ask if Thalia liked what she saw, but when the goat man saw the goddess biting her lower lip in delight he knew it was unneeded. Her loins were already stirring, the unnaturally thick massive penis starting to spring to life. 

She didn't know if it was the alcohol or if Machi just looked especially good tonight but the goddess wanted to devour the little fawn. She eyed him up with an almost predatory gleam. Machi’s heart was racing, his much smaller manhood already tenting the outfit’s fabric. He wanted to be ravaged, loved, used however his love desired. Thalia approached, standing head and shoulders above her lover with a wine glass in hand. “Little fawn, you didn't tell me you prepared dessert as well.” 

She reached her free hand out, cupping the underside of the male’s rounded rump and gave it a hard squeeze. She let her hand work its way under the fabric, teasing the wrinkles of his tight hole.

“You’re certainly eager.” Machi said, pushing out his ass dutifully for his wife to enjoy. He put his hands on her ample chest, letting his little fingers squeeze the soft breasts. Her Nipples were already rock hard from excitement. He made a mental note to buy more of this wine for later.

Thalia wasted no more time on words, lowering her nostrils to the small male’s hair and breathed deeply. It was sweet, a girly shampoo mixed with a hint of sweat. It intoxicated her more than any wine could. She moved lower and opened her mouth to lap a long lick on his shoulder. She kept going, moving all the way to his ear. The fawn let out a shuddering moan, the hot wet tongue delighting his skin. He whimpered out “Careful, I put on perfume.” The acrid taste of the chemicals were strong but the women didn't care in the slightest, stifling his protests with a much more aggressive lick. She moved her lips to meet the man’s already moving to slip her tongue inside. She needed to taste him, feel him, smell him. It wasn't enough to just kiss, she wanted to experience him in every way she could.

The goddess lowered herself to her knees, facing her love’s penis directly. She pushed the white fabric aside, noting a wet spot already where his head was. The movement pulled at the nipple piercings, making the man moan. She opened her mouth, easily swallowing the diminutive manhood. It was hard as can be and twitching already. She could easily give him the size and endurance of a prime bull, but she always finds his normal small size enticing in its own right. He bobbed her head back and forth, letting her lip and tongue tease the cock. She took the wine glass and pressed the lip against the man’s chest. She slowly poured the wine down his body so it would spill on his penis, which she drank down greedily. It was mixed with more perfume and sweat but she couldn't get enough.

“My goddess-” Machi whimpered, legs getting weak. “Im going to-”

Thalia pulled back, setting the glass aside as she gently cupped the underside of the male’s testicles while jerking him off. His dick was already slick from her spit and her soft hand glided easily. 

“Cum for me, my fawn. Pay tribute to your goddess!” As she spoke it she felt like she was being more aggressive than normal, but knew she would never do anything to hurt her love emotionally or physically. The wine was guiding her to be more like an animal in heat. The male didn't last after that, his penis twitching as it shot short strands of white warm cum onto the woman’s cleavage. It soaked into the fabric of her dress but she didn't care. She looked down, happy to see the mess she made. When she looked back up she saw Machi was already on his knees, chest pressed against the grass with his ass presented high up. He looked over his shoulder with a needy longing look. “Please, enjoy yourself too.” He wiggled his hips teasingly.

She could see the rounded globes of his ass looking like a heart, his penis still leaking drops of cum, the valley between hole and balls smooth and hairless. Her dick was already leaking pre cum just seeing it. Her first instinct was to just bury her face between his legs and lick him hard, but her loins burned too hard to be ignored. She used her powers to produce a lubricant on her hand and quickly applied it to her dick, her hand being unable to fully wrap around its girth. She got to her knees, grabbing his hips with one hand to steady his behind. Had this been a normal mortal she knew she would need to show much more restraint, but Machi had taken her when she was much bigger easily. She poked the head against his puckering hole, not thrusting it in just yet.

“Are you ready, little fawn?” She said, She didn't need to, but still found a delight in his answering.

“Every part of me is yours, my goddess.” He said, meeting her gaze over his shoulder.

Part of her wanted to just hug and squeeze him tight, but her lusts had been put aside long enough. She pushed in, hard enough for the head to pop through. The male whimpered. It hurt a little, as any anal sex with a massive dick would, but it was overwhelmingly more pleasurable. It was more than just getting fucked, knowing his love was enjoying herself carnaly with his body felt so good. Her pleasure was his pleasure. She pushed herself in the rest of the way, going all the way to the hilt. The male’s stomach bulged to make way for the massive member. The woman picked up her pace, hearing the loud clapping of her hips against his ass. She growled, the deep seeded animal desire making its way out. She usually carried herself with much grace, but as a goddess of nature it also meant fertility. The primal needs to spread your seed, find a mate. Her toes curled, feeling both the tightness of her lover’s hole and hearing the moans of his desire. For a moment she wondered if any other gods or goddesses could ever feel this level of connection to someone. During times like this it felt like she was melting together with her lover. Machi kept his butt up and took all of her length. His mouth hung open with a stream of drool dripping out. Thalia kept going, feeling her climax fast approaching. She gripped his hips with both hands and pulled. Her massive balls clenched up as a torrent of cum shot out, filling up the male. The warm rush filled up his insides, as did a magical tingling. Beneath them the grass and flowers surged with life, growing rapidly. Plants of all colors pushed through the ground in a wide area round them, the lone tree doubling its leaves in a mere instant. She kept her hips locked, letting her penis throb and twitch as every last drop emptied out of her. Only after a moment did she pull out, Machi’s hole stretched wide. He was a sweaty mess as he tried to catch his breath. His stomach was full, making him look like he was pregnant. 

Thali felt greedy, moving to her back with legs spread wide. She pulled her balls up to fully expose her vagina. “Oh little fawn, if you want a little more I can-”

Machi was already moving to his love. His legs didn't have the strength to walk, but he crawled with haste, his little hard penis already fully hard. She couldn't help but smile at this, despite the ravishing he still had so much energy. He moved between her legs and thrust himself into her pussy as deep as he could. He moved like a rabbit, rapidly thrusting his hips. She grabbed his head gently, pulling him close as she cooed. 

“You did so much for me, I love you so much. In all my eons I never found anyone like you. You're my little fawn now and forever.”

Machi was usually good with poems or verse, but all he could do now was pant out half words as he kept going.

“No need for words my love.” She said, fingers stroking his hair. It felt so soft. “Just enjoy yourself.”

As soon as she said this he let out a loud moan as he thrust hard and climaxed. It was nowhere near as powerful as his lover’s or even his first, but still he slumped over exhausted. Machi wrapped her arms around the mortal and held him in a loving embrace. The two played like that in still peace, the new foliage acting as bedding. Neither knew how long they spent just holding one another and neither cared. As far as they were concerned the entire world was in their arms.

Limit Has Been Pushed

“This your first time fucking on camera?” Monroe asked while he casually stretched his body. His toned muscles gleamed under the fluorescent lights of the work out studio. The rat man made sure to apply some oil to his body to make sure he popped on camera. He had on only a leopard print speedo, his semi hard dick already straining against the fabric. He made sure to restrain himself a little, knowing good pornos need a nice sexy reveal when the goods are finally shown.

“Professionally, yeah. Plenty of home movies though.” Ty said, raising her hand to her chin to think. Her bouncy afro covered her eyes fully. She was an african american human, her dark skin wrapped in a colorful neon leotart. Her round bubble butt practically ate the rear of the garment and turned it into a thong. She stood slightly taller than the rat man. She used to have smaller perky breasts, but having Monroe’s daughter filled them out. “Well, I used to do a lot of ballbusting video shoots.”

“Ive been in tons of videos!” The cheerful voice of Mash Panda said. She was a raccoon woman who gave herself that screen name inspired by her twins. She was dressed in full 80s workout gear shamelessly. Neon leotard, leg warmers, and headband. Her nipples poked through the paper thin fabric and the crotch was thin enough to show her proud bush poking through either side. Age and motherhood had caught up with her and softened her up significantly but she had not lost any pep in her step. She bounced on her feet, getting the blood flowing. “Thank you for hiring me on, Mr. Michaels.”

“Please, Mr. Michaels was my father, but feel free to call me daddy. Besides, you let us use your studio.” The rat said, gesturing to the free space around them. Hardwood floors around them, with the unmistakable 80s wallpaper. Some pieces of exercise gear were brought in, such as a stability ball as well as some resistance bands.

Ty looked at the lone cameraman, a blank face owl. Monroe assured everyone he was a pro who had filmed so much that he can't feel anything anymore. Still, know how to get the best shots without interfering. “We got a script for this shit?”

“Nah.” Monroe said dismissively. “Momma Mash here will get us warmed up and we will just do what comes natural. I'm thinking of naming it something like “Workouts to burn calories and get pregnant."

Mash giggled. “Oh how daring! But I don't think I can have any more kids. Long story but I took a few hits downstairs.”

“I will still try my best.” Monroe said, smirking as he drank in the sight of the ringtail milf. He had only recently heard of her and her happy ending work out studio. Once he did learn he knew he had to get a taste as as soon as possible. Her butt had lost some firmness but it more than made up in bounce, her soft belly stained against her unitard, breasts practically begging to be set free. Monroe bit his lip, letting up to look at the cameraman. “Are we all ready?”

The owl gave a thumbs up, looking through the camera. 

Mash didn't need any more encouragement. “All right everyone, ready to work up a sweat?” She said, hopping into frame, her ass clapping slightly at the sudden movement."

“Hell yeah!” Monore said, ready to see her body in action.

“Sure, whatever.” Ty said, feeling a little silly.

Mash led the two in a series of jazzercise stretches and movements. Plenty of encouragement to get rears in gear. Despite her age Mash showed plenty of flexibility and spirit, raising a knee to her chest easy as it squished her breast. Monroe copied her best he could, with Ty struggling a little. Still, the group kept it up, all working up a good sweat. The air in the work out room got hot and humid, air conditioning turned off to make sure it got nasty faster. The ringtail leaned forward, her breasts pulling straight down as she winked to the camera. “To everyone watching at home, make sure to work out more than just your right arms.” She said with a smile as she lowered and raised a closed fist. 

Moroe walked up, giving her ass a good firm smack. He was delighted with how soft it was and the healthy wobble it gave. She shot up straight. “Oh, eager for the real workout to start?”

“Cant wait. You better really make me work up a sweat” He said, moving his hand to the woman’s crotch. It was already extra hot for excitement, the fabric damp from sweat and juices. He hooked a finger inside the suit and pulled, ripping easily. 

“Oh!” The raccoon said.

Monroe pushed her onto the stability ball, the large rubber balloon bounced and squished on her weight. She struggled for only a moment before balancing herself. Monroe lowered himself to his knees, getting down to her groin. 

“Are you sure? I'm already pretty sweaty.”

Monroe got close, nose touching the pubic hairs as he breathed in deeply enjoying the musky smell of excited womanhood and salty sweat. “Good.”

He didn't waste any more time, opening his mouth to lap his tongue from the bottom of her list all the way to the top, nice and low to savor every taste and shape. He kept going, using his thumbs to pull the lips apart to expose more bright pink skin of her vagina. He dove in, greedily licking everywhere he could to get her taste. Mash threw her head back, legs getting weak from the waves of pleasure hitting her.

Ty walked up, standing in a wide stance as she pulled the crotch of her suit aside to expose her own pussy. “Dont forget about me.” She said with a smirk across her full lips.

Monroe didn't even bother to wipe the juices from his mouth. He dove in, wrapping his arms behind her waist to grab each round cheek and giving it a squeeze. He licked and lapped, moving in just the right ways he knew she loved. Ty lowered her hand, rubbing the back of the rat’s head as she pushed her hips forward. “Yeah rodent boy, get in there nice and good!”

It was always a dichotomy with Monroe. He loved to be in control but also loved being controlled. Ty grabbed a handful of the rat’s curly hair hard enough to hurt as she shoved his face deeper in her crotch, her sticky juices running down his nose and open mouth. Monroe could feel his dick straining against the confines of his speedo, struggling to get fully erect due to the restriction. He responded by groping her soft black ass, letting his fingers sink into that soft flesh. Eventually he pulled back, breathing in deep. “It's my turn now.”

Ty arched a brow, even if it was hidden by her afro. She always loved seeing new girls react to Monroe’s massive size. Mash and the human both got on their knees on either side of Monroe, ready to give as good as they got. The rat stood up, hooking his thumbs under the waist band of his speedo. He made sure to pull it down, pulling his penis down more and more. When it finally slipped free the massive member sprang up, bouncing up with impressive force. It was absolutely obscene, it looked like it would fit on a man twice the rodent’s size. 

“Damn!” Mash said, eyes and mouth wide open. “It's as big as my forearm! Actually-” She scooted forward, pressing her elbow against his stomach and moving her arm to be parallel to his member. “It's literally the size of my forearm!”

Ty didn't waste time, already gently rubbing along its length. “Its fucking huge. Bigger than any black guy I ever fucked.”

Mash looked lower at his balls, each one the size of a fist. She gently cupped them, biting her lip with how full each one felt. 

“Biggest nuts you've ever seen?” Moroe said, pushing his hips forward a little to allow the women full access.

The raccoon thought about the question. “Well, this one guy I met had HUGE balls. Like two volleyballs in a leather sack. I think he said he was a tanuki or something.”

Monroe was surprised but was happy to take the silver medal there. He was more happy when the raccoon mommy put her mouth to better use when she started to lick the side of his dick. Ty followed, the women looking like they were trying to kiss but the penis was between them. Monroe rubbed Ty’s afro. It had taken some time before she would let him touch her hair. He was free to grope any part of her body but she was very protective of her big round afro. He never even found afros particularly sexy before meeting her but now he loved it. Mash had a perm, still he let his fingers settle in as the women moved to keep licking and kissing either side of his dick. The rat did note the cameraman getting good shots of the action. Monroe knew plenty of guys and gals would be touching themselves watching this and that just made it all the hotter. 

“My balls are getting a little jealous of the lack of attention, want to fix that?” Monroe said, letting go of the women’s hair.

“What porno did you get that from?” Ty said. Mash didn't wait, already going lower to start sucking on his left nut.

“Looks like you're getting shown up.” The rodent said. He knew Ty had a competitive streak and wouldn't let herself get beaten. She knew she was getting played, but allowed it. She took it up, getting lower to really work his right ball.

Monroe allowed himself a shameless moan of pleasure, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world as two of the hottest girls he could think of both worked a testicle each. He was already planning on bragging to his friend Cyrus and making him jealous and aroused. 

Mash was running a hand along the rat’s leg, moving up and eventually grabbing a handful of his ass. She pulled back from his ball with a pop. “Wow, you got buns of steel. You do a lotta squats.”

“I prefer pelvic thrusts.”

Mash smiled, grabbing a handful of throbbing rat penis. “Why don't you show me your technique then?”

“You don't wanna ride it first?” He said teasingly.

“Momma wants to get a good look first. I need to warm up before the real workout.” She moaned out, rubbing her slit to get it wet as she could. She was excited but also intimidated.

“I can't say no to momma. Ty, why don't you try some leg lifts again?”

The human did so. She didn't have the grace the raccoon would have, but still her long dark legs looked enticing as she laid on her side and brought one leg up as high as she could, almost going a full ninety degrees. Monroe let himself enjoy the sight, particularly seeing the pink of her pussy being momentarily exposed when she fully opened her legs. This only lasted a moment before he got down to his knees and guided his dick into her womanhood. She had taken it all plenty of times, but every time it would hurt in a good way. He grabbed her calf, holding it up as he pushed and got the head in.

“Fuck!” Is all that Ty could say, scratching at the wooden floor. Monroe knew this meant she was loving it. He pushed in more, her human pudding squeezing his hard dick. It wasnt too often he would fuck her from the side, and the novel sensation was an amazing feeling. He looked over, seeing Mash fingering herself hard. She was taking it all in, looking at his balls rubbing Ty’s inner thigh, the way his ass clenched, the bulge in her belly when he fully pushed it all in. Monroe wanted more as well. He moved and licked at the human’s foot, wanting to taste the difference in skin tone from the sole of her foot to the rest of her body. Her foot was dirty from the floor and salty with sweat but the rodent loved it. He kissed her heel with his lips, licked as far along the arch has he could reach. She was so fucking sexy that it wasnt enough to fuck her, he needed to taste her, smell her, experience her as much as he could. His pace picked up, fucking like a rabbit in heat. The teasing had gotten to him, he needed this badly. He stopped licking, instead hugging her leg tight as he kept thrusting harder again and again. Soon enough he get out a lusty moan as his fat balls clenched up as he pumped his first potent load deep in her. Ty screamed too, her pussy quivering and clenching as she climaxed too. Any squirting she had was swept up in a creamy white wave. Her stomach swelled up as her insides were flooded. She looked as though she was in the early stages of pregnancy, which Monre was hoping the cause soon enough. He let his dick stay inside her, its hard mass acting like a damn. Eventually he pulled out, letting the steam of his hot load gush out and onto her thigh. He couldn't help but think of an oreo for a moment.

“Fuck yes.” Mash said. No longer could she think of any cheesy eighties reference, she just needed his dick. “Lay down on the ball, Momma will show you what these thighs can do!”

Monroe was still hard. When he was worked up he could shoot plenty of loads, and he was far beyond worked up. In all honesty he would have been happy to fuck her doggy style just out of need, but hearing the sheer hunger in her voice let him know that if he went along he would be in for a hell of a ride. He sat on the ball, rolling down it so his back was on it. His dick was pointing straight upwards as Mash approached. She got between the rat’s legs, bringing his dick along her chubby belly. 

“Sure you can take all this?” He asked. As he did he could feel she was dripping, clear pussy juices leaking onto his balls. Her erect clit poked at the underside of his penis. She stared down at him like he was a piece of meat. 

“I don't want to hear anything from you unless you call me Momma!” She said, dragging herself across his dick before guiding the head of his penis to her slit.

Monroe was plenty happy with this. “Anything for you, Momma.” Most women when they first took his dick needed a moment to adjust, and no matter how horny he got he would slow down if his partner needed it. Mash slammed her hips down, sliding the full mass into her pussy. She let out an almost howl, throwing her head back at the sensation. Monroe had to moan back, the sudden warm tight sensation hugging his still sensitive penis. Then she started squatting up and down with reckless abandon. The bounce of the ball added to each thrust, his hips slapping loudly and wetly with each hit. Her fat milf ass bounced and plapped against his swinging balls with each movement. Mash was a mess, panting and sweating as she went full throttle. Monroe could feel his own legs burning as he struggled to stay balanced on the ball, but he knew he wouldn't dare fall off. The raccoon brought a hand up to her breasts, pinching an erect nipple hard. “Say you are going to fill Momma up, say you will shoot more cum than you did in that bitch!”

Monroe was surprised, Mash was like a whole different person when she was horny. This only made him more horny. He grabbed her hips hard, fingers gripping the flexing burning thighs. “Im gonna make you a Momma again. You're gonna take every last drop!”

He pulled her down hard, stopping the bouncing only to thrust his dick as deep as he could. Once more his balls clenched up as he shot another load. He grit his teeth hard. Mash let her tongue fall out of her mouth as she was lost in the throes of ecstasy. Her mind was blank save for the feeling of pleasure. She grinded her hips hard, wanting to squeeze out every sperm.

“Damn, fuck, you want it all dont ya?” Monroe said.

Mash only leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on the rodent. He kissed back, but lost balance and the two fell to the ground. She fell off his dick with a popping sound as cum started to leak out. With the jarring movement Mash’s mental faculties returned. 

“Oh, um, sorry for anything I said. I can get a little crazy. Sorry I called you a bitch, Ty.”

Ty smirked and gave the raccoon's plump rump a playful smack. “Its all good, I said way way worse during sex.”

Monroe lay on his back, only pushing himself on his elbows. “Yeah she said lots of things I can't repeat.”

The human looked to Mash. “You were talking about squats before. Wanna see how much more rodent boy has left in the tank?”

Mash bit her lip. “I like how you think. Get your tush back on the ball.”

Monroe was unsure where this was going but was excited. He did as instructed, his sweat slick back going back on the rubber ball. The women got to either side of him and backed up their asses to their cheeks developed his burning hot dick. “Oh, fuck. Not going to let me rest.” He only half wanted a break, a pair of juicy asses would motive any man to go past breaking point.

Ty was already bouncing her ass up and down in practiced motions, jerking off his dick with her butt. “What’d the ringtail say? We're gonna push it to the limit.”

Mash matched the human’s rhythm easily, burning legs ignored to keep going. “You have real good stamina, Monroe."

The woman kept bouncing her asses, each movement like waves of the ocean jerking off his dick. Monore was already struggling as he had to squirm and moan from the overstimulation.

Ty looked over her shoulder. “You twerk it real good, Mash!”

“What's twerk?” She said, breathing heavy.

“Imma tell you all about it after this, you'll be a natural."

The women picked up their pace, moving more and more. Their cum leaking cunts dripping on either side of the rat’s hips as well. He let out a loud scream as his hips buckled and penis throbbed as white hot cum shot up and splashed on the ceiling.

Later, when the shooting was all done, Monore chugged a cold water bottle empty greedily. “Sorry about the mess to your studio. I will send my maid to get it spotless.”

“Thanks, this place has seen plenty of action.” She said before looking down to rub her still cum inflated belly. “Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if I do end up with a little half rat baby.”

“We can schedule another shoot if you want to be sure.” He said with a smirk. He then took a more serious tone, getting closer to the raccoon. “If you do get pregnant I will take good care of the baby, you don't have to worry about anything.”

Ty cocked her hip, wiping sweat off herself. “He’s a dirty pervert but a loving father.”

“Oh, you're getting me all flustered here.” Mash said, giggling and looking away. She collected herself and looked back. “So, wanna make sure then?”