Journey's of Cyrus: Across the Desert 3

The group had been traveling for a few days, finding the trail of the kidnappers and following it. Their progress was stopped by a supernatural sand storm  forming an almost wall of impassible wind and scouring debress . They had to make a detour, making camp at the entrance of the tomb of Nub-set, Matriarch of the previous dynasty. 

 

With the moon hanging high in the sky the group made camp.

“Not the first time I've done a little grave robbing.” Morn stated as she started to lay out the blanket that would serve as her bed.

Ra-khem-smen-toti pointed an accusatory finger at his greenskin companion. “This is not grave robbing. The storm that blocks our path is magical in nature, and only the jewel of Nub-set’s necklace has any hope of dispelling it and letting us pass. We will take absolutely nothing else and return the jewel when our quest is complete. If we were not on a journey to rescue a royal I wouldn't even consider disturbing the grave of a queen. This will be done with the utmost respect.”

“Easy, croc daddy, didn't mean any disrespect. My best friend is dead so I know all about how to deal with them.”

Cyrus chimed in, placing a hand on Morn’s shoulder. “I'm sorry to hear that. I have lost friends on my adventures as well.”

Morn shrugged him off. “Damn wizard did not let a lack of lungs or tongue stop him from never shutting up.”

The dragon wanted to ask a follow up question, namely what the hell she ment, but mMorn kept going. 

“Why can't we go to the tomb and respectfully acquire this jewel now?” She made sure to put extra emphasis on ‘respectfully’.

“All tombs have several traps to keep out grave robbers. No one has full knowledge of all the dangers inside, as each section was constructed by their own trap masters. Even a royal guard like me only has vague knowledge of what to expect. We need to be fully rested to handle what's inside.”

Even as he stated this he had to control his frustration. The idea of the princess and royal advisor at the mercy of bandits ate him up and every part of his being wanted to throw himself at the sandstorm to muscle his way through. But he knew that a meaningless death would accomplish nothing, this must be done right. 

“We will enter at dawn's light.”

The tomb was a towering monument, a large pyramid with gold plated tip. Even in the moonlight it produced a dazing effect, shining like a star. The only entrance was a large arched gateway with a stone door. While using the opening as a shelter was brought up, Khem forbade it.

Morn pouted, seething at the idea of some dead queen getting this level of deference and so much effort wasted in building a tomb for her. She kept this to herself, knowing that it would needlessly agitate the crocodile. Cyrus made himself comfortable, laying his newly acquired weapon besides him and within arms reach. With one last look at the sleeping orc, stealing a glance at her toned rump and hoping he would see it again in his dream, he drifted off to sleep.

“Thief!” The voice of Khem shouted, jostling his companions to life. The two long time warriors shot to their feet, a jolt of adrenaline quickly dispelling the night's sleep. Weapons in hand, their eyes darted all around, seeking a foe. With no obvious enemy they looked to see Khem frantically swinging his halberd in the air, seemingly at nothing. 

“Are you all right?”

“It's small! It flies around with a stolen pouch.” He stated, not taking his eyes off the tiny thief. 

Their eyes adjusted to the darkness and they were able to see what looked like a greenish jewel darting through the air, with a leather satchel hanging below. They heard a sharp buzzing as it made new zigzagging patterns in the air to dodge the deadly blade swung at it. 

“Not an it!” A high whirling voice shouted. “Crocodile thing going blind in old age! Am female!”

Khem swung once more, over committing and stumbling. The small figure stopped its frantic pace, breathing heavy as it hovered in the air. Cyrus was able to get a clear view of the thief.  She was no more than a foot tall, with four arms all clutching at a bag that seemed to take all her strength to keep hold of. Her body had an exoskeleton, similar to that of a scorpion only this was the color of jade. Her segmented body was lithe and thin. Behind her transparent wings fluttered faster than the eye could see, letting her hover in the air. She had a singular horn atop her head and an oddly distended belly. At once Cyrus recognized that this was a scarab, an insect native to this area. He hesitated, the stomach reminded him of a pregnant woman.

Before he could do anything Morn ran in, shouting curses and trying to swat at the creature with her spear. With graceful movement it dashed out of the way of each swing, moving like a leaf in the wind. With each failed attack the orc’s frustration grew. The bug moved towards Morn and in a swift motion flew downward with her loincloth in hand, leaving her bottomless. While the orc did not mind nudity she hated being made a fool of.

“You have many coins, won't miss losing a few, yes?” The small creature  cackled.

 Disregarding the state of undress she made a few more swings as the scarab flew close to the ground. Bag dragging across the ground she moved between Cyrus’ legs. Morn swung  her spear in an upward arc, missing her target and unfortunately hitting a different bag. The dragon yelped in pain and clutched his groin.

A chittering laughter emitted from the scarab, seeing the havoc she caused. This was swiftly ended when a large scale hand clasped around her, trapping her in its embrace. With a growl Khem held the small thief to his eye to examine his catch, only her head and shoulders above his hand.

“Nena.” Khem practically roared out, distain clear in his tone. 

Rubbing away the pain in his loins Cyrus inquired. “You know this scarab?”

He didn't take his eyes off the bug or loosen his grip. “A notorious thief that has been a blight on our lands.”

With a smirk Nena said with no small sense of pride “The one and only.”

Khem tightened his grip, causing the bug to groan in pain. “Lawbreaker, what were you doing outside this tomb?”

“Simply making my way to the city. Big sandstorm forced me to find rest. Find some sleeping adventurers with fat coin pouches. But you caught Nena, so I give you back your coin and I'll leave you be.”

The royal guard’s tone stayed grim. “We are on a mission to rescue royalty.” He lowered the bug to the ground, keeping her in his hand. He moved the blade of his weapon above her neck, hovering it menacingly. “To sabotage our journey in any way is tantamount to putting her in more danger. Such a crime is beyond forgiveness. By the authority of the court I sentence you to death!”

The bug grew frantic, trying to wiggle her way free, biting at the scaled fingers that gripped her, but nothing helped. Realizing her fate was sealed she let out a scream as the blade was raised.

Cyrus grabbed Khem’s glave, stopping its downward motion. A guttural roar escaped the crocodile’s jaw, shaking the dragon’s bones. Yet the dragon stood firm.

“Do you interfere with Djanem justice?” 

“She did not know our journey's purpose, death is too harsh a penalty.”

Khem tried to shake his weapon free from the black dragon’s grasp. Cyrus did not turn his gaze away, meeting the crocodile’s eye. “She is with a clutch. Executing her now is unconscionable. As a father you must feel the same.”

Khem relented, turning to look at the scarab and realizing her stomach felt oddly rounded. He clenched his jaw, mauling the idea over in his head before finally relenting. He let go of the bug, and she wasted no time flying off as fast as her wings could take her.

“I would have prefered  to jail her, but we have more important things to handle now.” Khem’s eyes faced towards the ground at the indent Nena left in the sand. “I got carried away there. It's just.” His voice trailed off. “They were lost on my watch. It is an unforgivable failing on my end. I have failed the royals, the gods, my own family. My son must be ashamed of me.”

Cyrus placed a hand on the crocodile's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I saw how he looked at you. He had nothing but adoration in his eyes. You did not fail in your duty, you did everything you could. Even now you do all you can. I will do all I can to see the princess and advisor brought back home.”

Khem placed a hand on the dragon's, taking his words for a moment. “Thank you. But we should rest now, a great labor awaits us tomorrow.”

The three made their way back to their bedding, sleep finding them easily. Cyrus was awoken as a faint buzzing voice sounded in his ear. “Large one, awake.”

Cryus sat up with a start, hand darting to his weapon. 

“Peace, peace” The bug stated, raising all four of her arms up in a placating manner. “Have come to express gratitude.  Were it not for your words I would be without my head. I wish to join your quest, I owe my life to you.”

He waved hand “Don't worry about it. I don't believe in the death penalty at all, and I could never stand idly when a pregnant woman is in peril.” Saying that Cyrus noticed that her stomach was no longer distended and her step was much lighter. 

She noticed and patted her stomach. “I feel much more agile now. I should have waited to lay those before stealing from you, but greed got the better of me.”

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle. “Well, I am sure the father will be very excited.”

Nena shook her head. “No father. Without eggs being fertilized eggs will not hatch.” She scrunched her face, trying to think of the proper words. “I heard it is like how you big species have periods, same concept.”

Cyrus let the idea tumble in his head. Memories washed over him like a wave as he was brought back to his time with a mermaid and the similar mating methods they had. Back then the mermaid had laid her eggs and watched in wrapped excitement  as he masterbated onto the eggs.

“Would you fertilize my eggs?”

The question snapped the dragon back to reality. “What?”

“You big and strong. Good morals too. Make eggs grow good. Ideal father!”

Cyrus scratched at his chin. “I am very honored.” The idea already caused his loins to swell some. “But I am on an important quest, I can't stop to look  after children.”

The bug waved a hand dismissively. “Scarabs not like big species, when eggs hatch they can take care of themselves.”

The black dragon was already tempted but that convinced him. Normally the idea of abandoning young would repulse him but knowing they would be fine reassured him. Nena led the male to where she laid her eggs. While each individual egg was tiny, no bigger than a pea, they still formed an impressive pile.

“Go on, fertilize.” Nena commanded  as she gestured to her eggs. 

“I need a little stimulation, I can't just cum on command.”

“Ah, yes, you large species and your mating rituals. I've learned somewhat from when I steal from brothels.”

Cryus gave a disapproving look, causing the bug to give a shrug and a practiced innocent smile. “I only take some, they are distracted, it's easy.”

Not happy but still eager to help spawn some half dragons he sat down in the sand, as he found this position helped him aim with the mermaid. He pushed his loincloth aside, exposing his long yellow shaft. He began to pump at it and the organ started to swell and rise.

“You need stimulation, yes. I will use the mating calls to aid you.” Nena cleared her throat. She ran her four hands across her body, gliding them down her hips and up her chest. “Oh daddy, give it to me. Give it to me daddy please, I need it.”

Cyrus’ brow rose at this, her mimicry of a woman in the throes of passion took him by surprise. He was so surprised he momentarily stopped.

“Did I mess up the call? I'm usually good at copying voices. Was my dance wrong?”

“No, no.” Cyurs quickly voiced. “It was very good. I was just surprised us all.”

“I don't understand what a ‘daddy’ is but women use the word a lot during mating. What does it mean?”

Cyrus chuckled . “Well, you're about to make me one. It means a father.”

Not fully grasping the nuances of dirty talk the bug nodded. “Makes sense for intercorse, the goal is to make children.” Her head tilted as an idea hit her. “How old are you?”

Cyrus resumed his masterbation, bringing his penis to full erection. He nestled his rump comfortably, letting his balls rest on the cool sand. “I am two hundred years old.”

“You are the grandfather then! Never seen anyone as old as you before.” 

He quickened his pace, finding being called grandfather hotter than being called daddy. “You're a natural at this.”

She chuckled. “In that case I can give some more direct stimulation.” Her wings buzzed as she took off between the dragon's legs. She planted a foot on each of Cyrus’ testicles as she stood before his upright penis. This caused discomfort to the male, but the sight of her being as tall as his member kept him from voicing any discomfort. She looked at it closer, her small antenna flickering and brushing against his manhood. “It has a very strong smell. Pungent and musky, not unpleasant.”

While the mechanisms for how an insect can smell flew over the dragon’s head he appreciated the sentiment. She moved her body closer, pressing her surprisingly soft chest against the underside of his dick and moving her four arms around it to give it a hug. The exoskeleton limbs felt strange, yet the feeling was more than welcome. She squatted down and up. “I'm afraid this is the best I can mimic the brothel women using their hands as I can.”

The dragon leaned back, enjoying the new sensation. “You're doing great.”

She continued for a bit, her wings sometimes flickering out to help her with an upward motion. “I'm feeling oddly warm, is this normal for big species mating?”

“You've never gotten horny before?” 

“For scarabs reproduction only consists of laying and fertilizing eggs. Quick and easy.”

Cyrus bit his tongue to not make a sex joke. Nena flew up, looking at the tip of his penis and seeing a drop of clear pre cum forming. “Is this all the semen you produce?” She asked, disappointed.

“This is just the start. Much more will come soon enough. I can take over from here.”

He reached his hand back to his shaft, but it was swatted away by the bug. “I wish to engage in big species mating rituals more. I've seen the women stick the male penis inside their cloaca.”

The dragon stopped himself from correcting her, mostly curious as to how she planned to proceed. The bug hovered upward, placing her crotch on the end of his penis. Lowering herself, her slit was quickly soaked in the drop of precum. She let out a quick sharp gasp at the new sensation. She used her wings to keep balance as she grinded her hips on him. Cyrus had been ridden before, even by shorter races like goblins, but this was wholly new to him. She was very much enjoying herself, so the dragon let her proceed. Her gyrations grew more frantic quickly she was all but humping his penis. She once more ran her four arms across her body, but this time it was not to copy a motion she saw before but in genuine ecstasy. She retracted her wings and lowered herself, trying to force the, to her, massive penis inside her frame. 

“Stick it in me, I need to feel it inside me. Please grandfather!” Her usual mannerisms were replaced with white hot desire, a new world of sensations opening up to her. 

Cyrus was hesitant, using a hand to wrap around her midsection and gently pushing her down. She let out a  loud moan.

“If it gets to be too much just say so, I’ll be slow and gentle.”

“Dont you fucking dare!” She all but spat, speaking with the intensity of a starving beast being denied food. The dragon was taken aback by the forceful tone. If she wished it that badly, he would oblige. Still hesitant he lowered her more, her abdomen stretching to accommodate his dick. She showed some discomfort but it was vastly overtaken by sheer pleasure. He pushed more and his head was inside. She threw her head back in delight as he pushed more in. Her stomach bulged as his dick went inside her. Cyrus was surprised to see she was able to take about half of his penis. Losing inhibitions he pushed her out, then back in. The insect was very tight, and unbelievably wet. The combination forced a warm thrill of delight to shoot through the dragon and his hips bucked involuntarily as the sensation overtook him momentarily. His breathing grew deeper and he looked down at his mate.

Her face was a mask of sheer bliss, drooling as her mouth twisted into a dumbfounded smile. Seeing his mate in such a state only stoked the dragon onward, quickening his pace and using the small bug as a masturbatory  aid. His nostrils flared, taking in the cold desert air. His body twitched as he reached his limit. Going against his instincts he pulled the woman off, placing her as gently as he was able onto the sand in front of the eggs. Using her natural lubricant on his shaft he pumped fast and hard, bringing himself to orgasm. With a roar he shot thick warm cum out and covered the pile of eggs completely. The reminder of the eggs pushed him harder, and he pumped more at his shaft to coax out every last drop of semen he could to help coat them totally. He kept stroking as every jolt of desire left him and his climax was spent. Breathing deeply he looked down, seeing the eggs had been completely covered. With a start he saw the bug had been covered as well. He was about to apologize but saw that she was writing, lost in a sea of afterglow. She would need some time to recover.

“Shut the hell up! I’m trying to sleep!” A very frustrated orcish voice cried out. 

“Sorry. I'll be quiet.” the dragon said sheepishly. He would have to explain the new party member in the morning.

“Wake me up again and I’ll crack your damn dragon eggs!”

Low Blow Quest 11: for the love of Wweef

“I have to say, you did an amazing job on these clothes, Morn.” Glysh the goblin said as she adjusted the leaf and vines that made up a makeshift skirt. The party of four now hid their nudity behind simple yet skimpy clothing made out of materials readily available in the wilderness. 

“It kinda chafes.” Kuni the oni commented as she looked down at the bra she had on made from scraped off tree bark.

Morn scoffed, dressed in what could best be described as an all-natural bikini, brown leaves tied together forming a top, with a bushy tangle of vines and foliage resembling a skirt. “I couldn't find foliage that would be strong enough to handle your chest. Just bear with it as we enter town.” 

Crowned with a laurel wreath, Kozor the undead wizard clattered his teeth. Having only his skull left of his mortal form it was all he could wear, aside from the vine woven through his zygomatic arches so he could hang at the orc girl’s hip. “I would have thought you'd be used to wood rubbing against your tits. And why’d you make me wear this? I feel like the trophy of a headhunter.” 

“I didn't want you to feel left out.” The orc answered in earnest. When the party had spotted the telltale signs of a human settlement nearby, they were elated. However their state of undress may attract some unwanted attention, so Morn had created their bushcraft clothing to cover up their naughty bits.

Morn sounded annoyed. “These damn civilized pansies and their laws against nudity. I never saw the issue, everyones has a dick or coochie, why make such a big fuss hiding it?” Kuni nodded emphatically, already missing the sight of the buff greenskin in the nude. 

“It's what separates us from animals.” Glysh commented.

“It's what makes city dwellers soft.” Morn spat disdainfully.

Glysh cocked her hips sideways. “Either way, I'd prefer to not get in trouble with the law as soon as we set foot in town. We just gotta get in, figure out where the hells we are and how to make some quick money. It would be nice to secure some real clothes and equipment again.”

The thick goblin scratched her head, suddenly remembering all the gear she had lost. All of her various ninja tools and accoutrement was at best lost in a cave who knows how far away or at worst utterly destroyed. Following that she could only ruminate on the budget it would take to replace her stuff. 

“Let's be happy with what we still have.” Said Kozor the undead wizard skull. “Glysh still has her kusarigama, Morn kept her demonic club, and Kuni her ax. They all must be magic in some way to have been sent with us, what sort of enchantment do they have?”

“Minor durability enchantment. I tend to break ordinary weapons too easily.”

Morn thought out loud. “So only magic items and living things made it. What would you count as?”

Kozor thought. He would like to think that as a soul trapped inside what was left of his body, he was still considered a living thing. But more realistically he might be better categorized as a magic item. “Doesn't matter. Besides, if you all are worried about money, I'm sure a trio of nearly naked bimbos can make gold real fast anywhere.”

The orc reached down to clamp his jaw shut. “Quiet, or we will sell you to a magic pawn shop.”

The town was bustling, to the point it nearly rivaled a full on city. The girls earned more than a few sideways glances from leering onlookers, but were quickly able to learn they had ended up in the town of Nurnhogsreath.

“Fuck me, we somehow flew over two entire kingdoms. How are we gonna make our way all the way back to Devil's Valley on our bare feet?” Glysh whined, “Skull boy, don't you know any teleportation spell?”

“I'm still a beginner wizard, I can't do flashy stuff like that. And at least you still have feet, I don't wanna hear you peep.”

Morn took a look around town, the place was very lively and seemed to prepare for some sort of celebration. Hulking warriors of all shapes and sizes seemed to be gathering, each dressed in garish bright colors. The orc grabbed the nearest passer by the arm, he was a young human male with his bare chest painted in a script she could not read. “What festival is this?”

He stammered, both on account of the sudden manhandling and because of the two green mounds  barely contained by leaves that were shoved next to his face. 

“Um, well, that would be the World Wreckers Foundation. Big grappling tournament held annually. All the biggest and best fighters in the tri-kingdom area gather here.” He did his best to keep his eyes up and away from the greenskin’s udders so as to not offend her. “Are you not participating? Anyone who bests last year's champion gets the prize. A golden belt worth a fortune.”

Morn pushed the man away, no longer needing him or his awkward attempts to stare at her chest. “You guys hear that? Easy gold!”

The red oni looked around, seeing fighters of all races, sizes, and strengths getting ready. “I wouldn't say it's easy. But I'll be damned if I shy away from a good battle.”

“Reminds me of home.” Morn said, a hint of nostalgia “Everyone coming together to beat the living shit out of each other while a crowd yells out for blood. If only all places were as orcy”

"I am less keen on the fighting, than on the big ass piece of gold.” Glysh said, cracking her knuckles.

“I'd love to help and see who's best at punching one another, but I'm afraid I wouldn't make for much of a fighter.” Kozor clacked, an air of superiority entering his voice. “I was never one for such crude and pointless violence. Mine was the pursuit of arcane knowledge.”

 “Learn how to teleport your own party, then you can talk shit.” Kuni said.

“I suggest you tone it down, lest you want me to enlighten our friends about your nocturnal habits?” Kozor snapped back.

Suddenly the mouth of the oni slammed shut, remembering that the undead wizard saw her groping Morn during her sleep. Not wanting to scare the orc woman away, Kuni agreed to let the wizard practice his possession on her when he had the recharged energy to do so, for now he was unable to do so having spend all of his energy already. It seemed he was not above leveraging this secret to get her to stay in line. Morn ignored this exchange, too busy beaming at excitement at the idea of a battle tournament. She was already picturing the crowd chanting her name.

The gang quickly looked around town, finding a booth set up that was accepting applicants. Besides it was a well dressed man nervously looking up and down the line, trying desperately to find someone in particular. They noted, with some dismay, that they were forced to wait in a very long line. They had to endure many leers and lewd comments about their near nakedness. Morn was used to this but delivered a swift strike to those who got too close for her liking. Glysh was happy that her taller companions got most of the attention, as being a sneaky sort she wasn't used to being eyed up. She did get a confusing comment about a bakery. Kuni did her best to not move around too much to not make her generous bosom bounce. Hours passed and they were finally able to speak to the man in the booth, whose tired expression said he had grown weary looking at fighters. “Names?” 

The three women gave their full names in turn.

“Morn, no family name.” 

“Glysh Glash”

“Kuni Ling-Wus.”

The man compiled a list in front of him. “That'll be forty five gold each.”

“What? What for?” Morn snarled.

“Please, Ms. Nofamilyname, anyone who wasn't invited must pay the entry fee. Tournaments are not cheap.”

Morn quickly mumbled to herself, touching fingers to thumbs to count quickly. “The hell we gonna get one hundred and thirty five gold.”

“Not really my problem.” The unenthused man said, waving the women's way for any paying participants. “You have til sundown to figure it out. Last day to sign up.”

Morn threw her head back, a groan of frustration. “Maybe we can find some rich sad to mug. If we hit the richer part of town-”

Glysh interrupted. “Wait, did you say your full name is Kuni Ling-Wus?”

“Yeah” the oni stated, confused. “I come from a long line of Ling-Wus. What of it?”

“Oh my god! I just heard it.” Morn said before breaking out in a giggle. “You live up to that name, girl?”

The goblin doubled over “Just imagine she changes mid-way. What a mouthful!”

“That's the taste that kinda lingers, wouldn't you say?” A clattering of teeth added on from Morn’s hip.

“Whats so fucking funny? You piece of me?” Kuni balled her fists and stepped angrily to the women in hysterics.

“Please, if I may interject?”

A well-dressed man in the fine robes of a well to do merchant nervously ambled forward, clearly afraid the red woman's fury may be directed towards him. “Max Trojan, owner of Trojan Armour Co. I was waiting for a trio of warriors who were supposed arrive days ago. I was to cover their entry fee and in exchange they'd promote my product during the tournament.”

Morn thought of the Creeper in the Water, wondering if some other group did not fare as well as they did against the beast. “Well about that…”

Max continued, not listening to the orc. “They were supposed to be top contenders to win. I was hoping their muscle would get some eyes on Trojan armor. But it seems they may not make it. If you are willing to agree to some terms I could cover your entry fee.”

Morn lit up, happy she got to do some battling. “Oh hell yeah!”

Glysh stepped in “Hold up, what kind of terms are we talking about?” Her goblin eyes narrowing at the prospect of something sounding too good to be true. 

“Well, you women look like capable fighters, but I do not know that for sure. I'd need some assurance that my investment would yield some returns. I have a business to run, after all. All must fight in the preliminary battles. Many enter and the weak must be weeded out. If you win that bout, you don't need to worry about the entry fee. That is, if you promote my brand of course.

“And what if we win the prize money?” Kuni asked,in a tone that would dissuade argument on this. 

The man smiled placatingly. The idea that any of these three last second entries could have any shot of winning was very low, and he had precious little time to argue for a long shot gamble like this. “Any and all prize money is all yours. Just thank Trojan Armour and Co and you'd have done your part.”

Morn looked to her companions, who nodded in agreement. Seemed like they had nothing to lose. “Very good, very good. Let's get you entered, I'm sure you three will be amazing promoters.”

After the proper money exchanged hands the three girls were all set to battle in the preliminaries, which were to start the next day. After the girls had to submit to a urine test to make sure none were on any performance enhancing potions they were cleared to enter. When they arrived they saw many fighters all battling it out in several dirt areas. They must be tested first to make sure they are fit to enter the battleground that was the legendary Squared Circle. Glysh looked around to see every fighter in a different assortment of bright colors or garish costumes as they grappled, each watched closely by some kind of priest in a zebra pattern tunic. The goblin studied a match where two muscle bound humans struggled to lift one another, each wearing colorful boots, gloves, and tight trunks. “So why are they all dressed like…” Her face scrunched to find a proper word for what she meant. “A theater troupe.” Keeping her eyes on the duo of muscled sweaty bodies clashing into each other, nearly naked as they competed in a dumb macho display. “I am not complaining, mind you.”

“A newcomer, eh?” One of the zebra tunic men turned to face the trio nearly naked women. He seemed unphased by their quasi-nudity, considering they were more conservatively dressed than most here. He was a large man, almost getting eye to eye with Kuni. His bulky body was criss crossed in scars that spoke of a lifetime of battle. A growing gut spoke of his advancing age yet the muscle underneath any fat was still prominent. He displayed a wide grin, where a couple of teeth were noticeably missing. “This is no ordinary battle arena. We’re talking about the Squared Circle.” He turned away from the fight he was meant to be watching “Only the biggest and the baddest dare to step in here. Fighting for fame and glory and the appeasement of the god Wweef! Just thinking about it gets me pumped!” He slammed his fists together and flexed his arms hard enough to cause his zebra tunic to tear at the sleeves. During this the two men, one with neon face paint and tassels tied to his arms and legs, were laying prone as his long blond haired foe lay on top of him. Blonde looked up at the ref, expecting him to start counting and yelled in anger when no such count started. The refereed jumped at this and quickly began to count, only for the tassel man to kick out at the count of two. 

Glysh spoke up, happy that she can continue to enjoy the spectacle of the borderline homoerotic battle “I did a little digging and this seems to be for an old battle god. In ancient times they'd fight to the death in elaborate get ups to earn his favor. They toned things down a little but the earning of favor remains the same. And, ya know, the fat stack of gold for the winner helped bring in those less religiously inclined.”

“Besides the silly wardrobe, what makes this different from an arena?” Kuni asked, eyeing up her potential competition. She was among the tallest fighters there, owing to her being an oni. She did note the wide variety of combatants, gnolls, hobgoblin, every sort of beast race. 

“There are a few rules. First you lose if your shoulders, or similar anatomical part for those lacking shoulders, are pinned to the ground for three seconds. If you are out of the ring for the seconds. Third if you use non-natural weapons, including magic of any sort or potions. You’re also disqualified if you outright kill your opponent. Few others too, but those are the big ones.”

“No killing, got it. But what do you mean by natural weapons?” Morn asked, noting a particularly buxom female fighter sporting tight shiny material for her outfit and a beautiful mask, slamming a foe with her snake-like tail.

The ref spoke up, this time making an effort to keep his eyes on the match. “If you are born with it you may use it. Tails, claws, horns, all of that is allowed.”

“Any rules against groin striking?” Morn asked, liking the idea of fighting here more by the moment. 

“If you are born with it it may be used against you.” He noted as he didnt interject when tassels kicked blonde between the legs. 

“You sure seem excited. Big fan I take it, old timer?”

“Fan?” He shot back, full of indignation. “Young madam I was the reigning champion for two years! Had it not been for numerous bone fractures making every day life pain I would be fighting in the ring right now. I was once the Iron Sultan. But now I am the eyes of Wweef. Any rule breaking my eyes see will be punished!” He turned, flexing again and waiting for applause. 

“Am I meant to know you?” Morn asked.

Deflated by this remark, the sultan mumbled. “Retired for a few years and already forgotten.”

While he sulked, he failed to notice tassels reaching out of the ring to grab hold of a stray rock. Hitting blonde over the head, she knocked him out could. Tassels tossed the weapon aside and quickly moved to pin his foe, yelling for attention. The ref did so, much to the smug satisfaction of the fighter. 

“Shameful display.” Kuni scoffed, disgusted by the rule breaking. 

“Nah, so long as he wins I say all is good.” Objected Morn with a shrug.

Kozor clattered his teeth. “You’re surprising me, Morn. Thought of you as the honorable warrior type.

“Honor is what losers complain about when they are defeated. Method doesn't matter to me, as long as ya win.”

Glysh smiled, slapping Morn on the rear. “You're speaking my language. You'd make a fine rogue with an attitude like that.”

Kuni was frustrated, but chose to remain silent. 

“You should see the quartermaster.” The ref stated, as he helped to carry the defeated blonde out of the dirt ring. “Since you don't have enough pizaz to be in the ring, you'll be issued a standard wrestling garb you'll have to fight in. 

The girls all got their garb and were mortified. The three of them were issued stretchy singlets that were obviously made for males of standard builds. This was especially obvious in the way the crotch of the suit sagged, allowing space for dick and balls that they did not possess. Kuni, however, was somewhat happy for the extra slack as her transformation was due soon and didn't like the prospect of male parts growing into skin tight clothing. 

Morns' battle was first, and she stepped into the provided dirt wrestling ring dressed in a bright cherry red singlet. While the crotch of the suit had space to spare, it stretched to accommodate her round orc rump and hips, giving any onlookers a very good idea of what she looked like underneath. Of partial discomfort was her top, making her breasts squish down in the tight unforgiving material of the suit. She pinched the shoulder strap of the outfit, pulling it out and allowing it to snap back. “The hell is this made out of?”

“Skinned Creepers in the Water.” Glysh added helpfully as she held the skull of Kozor so he may watch as well. “I've had sneaking suits made out of similar material. Minor electrical spells can change their colors. But ours seems to be made out of cheap shit, probably a juvenile Creeper.”

Kozor spoke, his jaw forcing the rest of his head upward as the goblin held him under the chin. “I must say the combination of the red suit and your green skin is giving me distinct winter holiday vibes.”

Morn felt as though she was being mocked but couldn't fully put her finger on why, as she spent most her life in an area where winter time ment that near deadly heat turned to simply unbearable. Still, she readied herself for the battle to come. In front of her was a large goliath combatant, wearing a blue and white half face mask and long leg pants with matching boots. He stood a full head taller than Morn, but seemed light on his feet as he quickly shifted his stance to favor one leg then the other. Morn clenched her fists and took up a defensive stance.

“Disgraceful, not even showing up in proper attire. You make a mockery of the Squared Circle.” Scoffed the goliath, a voice as hard as granate.

Morn smirked, “Where I come from, only the strong get to talk shit. So unless you can back up your talk, you best shut up.”

The Blue Goliath flexed his hands to crack his fingers. “You have the right attitude at least. Still, for Wweef’s sake I'll show you real wrestling.”

As soon as the round start was announced the Blue Goliath shot forward, with a speed unbecoming of a man his size. Morn braced herself, knowing that such mass and velocity meant a lot of force, though in her mind it was simplified to ‘big thing moving fast hurts a lot’. She threw up her hands to block a hard punch and felt his knuckles dig into her forearm, seeing that his fists matched his voice. Her bare heels dug into the dirt below as she bore the impact. The orc gritted her tusks and teeth and shot back, digging a fist into the side of the man. He winced in pain but quickly moved his arms to wrap around hers and pulled her with all his might. Morn was sent stumbling and found herself falling to the ground. She rolled, quickly righting herself to a low crouching position. Suddenly the man was upon her, leaning over her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Morn struggled but found herself feeling the novel sensation of being flipped fully upside down then right side up and now looked over the ring at double her usual height. She realized she was sitting on the man's shoulders, her crotch in his face. Unable to fully process what had just transpired she sat frozen. This was quickly broken when she had the gut wrenching sensation of falling. This, too, was quickly stopped the ground slammed against her back. Her body yelled out in pain as she laid spread eagle on the ground. 

The man stood in triumph “Now that's wrestling!”

Morn tried to recover. She thought to herself ‘wrestling is about picking people up and slamming them down?’ her pained back was testament to how effective it was. Still, she may not have mastered the art of slamming, but she championed a different art. Still laying down she shot her foot up, meeting the goliath between his legs. She noted with some satisfaction that his balls did not match his hard voice. He lurched forward. “Fucking bitch.”

“Cry about it.” Morn sneered as she shot, grabbed the man's shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He managed to twist and the two struggled. 

“Hey ref this counts as pinning, start counting!” Morn yelled as she did her best to keep him on the ground. 

“No, he's squirming too much to count both shoulders on the ground.” The zebra shirted man said with some bemusement. 

Before Morn could argue she felt a hard knee rise between her legs and collide harshly with her groin. She lamented that the tightness of her wrestling singlet did nothing for protection. Her strength was robbed from her and she was kicked off by the Blue Goliath. Stumbling to her feet she saw the man struggling to get up himself. In a burst of fury that let her suppress her pain she ran up and grabbed the booted feet in front of her. She raised his legs up high and began to stomp relentlessly on the man's crotch again and again. She counted the times the sole of her bare foot made contact with either his left ball, right ball, both, or sometimes even his dick. They were sizable targets so they were hard to miss. He pulled his legs back with more force and Morn had to let go. The man curled up, wheezing in pain on his side. The orc walked around the man, wondering how she could get both his shoulders to touch the ground most effectively. 

The Blue Goliath forced his hand away from his aching nuts and grabbed Morn by either ankle. She fell and hit the ground. Instinctively she squirmed to break free but saw the man got to his feet and began to spin her round. The centrifugal force was soon enough that her arms were forced above her head and her breasts were almost forced out of her unitard. Suddenly the pressure on her ankles stopped and she was sent flying, being flung in the air for a brief second before slamming back down on the ground once more. Her vision blurry as she met the dirt, struggling to her feet. It was with a faint recognition she realized a man was counting. Why was that? Her heart jolted when she remembered the rule of being out of the ring for ten seconds and the toss must have put her out of bounds. She scrambled, foregoing any dignity and stumbled back to the ring only making it back on the count of eight. 

In the intervening time the Blue Goliath stood with a noticeable hunch, the pain in his loins almost overwhelming him. Still he had devised a plan to finish off the annoying greenskin. He knew that the material for freebee wrestling singlets were cheap at best and it didn't take much to break. In his mind the scene played out perfectly. He would grab the front of the woman's outfit and pull, exposing her breasts. She would scream a high pitched yell of embarrassment and he would be in prime position for any finishing move he wanted. And this would come with the added benefit of seeing bouncing green booba. As the woman made a mad dash to return to the ring she couldn't focus much on defense. He shot his hand out, grabbing the cheap materials and yanking. It was flawless, as were the fat green tits that flopped freely in front of his face. He was expecting a yell, but none came. All that did come was the forehead of the now topless woman.

Morn shot her head forward into the nose of the goliath and it made a satisfying crunch as the cartilage broke. He stumbled back, blood quickly dripping. The orc thought she should embrace the ideal of wrestling and partake in the tradition of lifting this man up and slamming him down. She reached low, hooking a hand around the mid thighs of the goliath. He was heavier than she expected but with a roar of effort she picked him up off his feet and up as high as she could manage. When she was at the apex of her upswing she stepped forward, dropping one knee to the ground and leaving the other up. She directed the descent of the heavy man towards the hard bone and his already battered orbs were compacted between pelvic bone and knee with all the weight the man's body had. He gave a particularly undignified higher pitched yell as his manhood was pushed to near breaking. With no fight left he slumped to the ground, curling up in agony. Morn considered pinning him, but didn't feel like messing around with the not understood rules. Instead she settled for grabbing his foot to drag him out of the ring, which the man remained in a crying wreck until the ten count was reached. 

Returning to her friends in triumph Morn declared. “Well I don't have to worry about paying back forty five gold now.”

“And you've managed to emasculate another man, congratulations.” Kozor said, some male sympathy still in his bones.

“If it was a girl I'd have done the same. Ya can't go into any sort of fighting tournament if you're not prepared to lose something. Besides, I'm sure he's fine.`` Morn thought back to how the twin orbs felt on her knee. “Probably fine.”

Next was Glysh, sporting a purple singlet. It had the annoying property of being too loose and too tight at the same time. The shoulders and chest were loose on her top as she didn't have the height or bust to fill it out properly. The bottom half, however, struggled to keep in the overly generous gobbo booty meat as it stretched to its maximum to contain it all. She groaned at this, knowing that she may end up bottomless to contrast the now topless orc. The goblin looked over and saw Morn cheering her on, shameless about letting her bare breasts bounce freely. Part of her wanted to achieve thatlevel of not giving a crap. her eyes went back to her foe, a bulky looking human woman in a suitable garish costume and face paint designed to make her whole jaw area look like pointed teeth. Once more the goblin was reminded of an acting trope, almost feeling like she was about to beat up a clown.

The colorful woman spoke “A goblin pipsqueak like you don't belong here.”

Suddenly Glysh no longer felt bad about beating up a clown. The start of the match was announced and the clown dashed forward, aiming to tackle the purple garbed goblin. Just as it seemed that the greenskin was in grasp it seemed as though she vanished and the larger woman felt her leg give out. Stumbling to the ground she fell to all fours, frantically looking around for her foe. She turned her head when she heard a voice yell out in a dramatic tone.

“Forbidden art” uttered Glysh as she summoned her power, channeling her ninjutsu to focus around her fingers. She clasped her hands together, the middle and pointer fingers on both hands pushed outward. They vibrated with energy. With a sadistic grin she yelled, “One thousand years of death!” As she pushed her hands forward like a stabbing spear to the bent over foe. Her fingers pushed through the fabric of the human pants, parted her vulva and shot into the vagina. Much like a lot of men, Glysh shot forth all her stored energy upon penetration. The vibrations shot up and through to the reproductive organs of her larger foe, vibrating her uterus enough to reach the ovaries, to shake her organs as if they were tumbled inside a spinning wheel. The sensation was agonizing and the girl screamed in pain as her lady balls were violently stirred. Glysh pulled her fingers out, ending the spell and showing at least some mercy. 

The human slumped forward, her mind being unable to fully process the agony her body was in. The goblin wiped her fingers off on the pants of her foe, getting them as clean as possible before stepping one foot gently on her downed opponent to put her down for the three count.

“You fucked her into submission!” Morn said in awe. Kuni couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. 

Waving her hands, she struggled to find the words and explain what she had just done, so she simply decided to shrug and agree. “More or less.” She decided to remain vague about her use of ninjutsu, an arcane speciality specifically designed to circumvent magic detecting methods. It's not that she didn't trust her taller or undead companions, she just doubted think they could keep a secret.

Kuni was up next, her blue unitard clashing with her red skin. She couldn't help but blush with it on, subconsciously thinking it would match her skin tone if she were to transform. She was grateful that the crotch of her outfit sagged some. Her opulent breasts were compressed in her suit, but she was used to a much tighter fit. Stepping into the dirt ring, she slapped herself hard on the shoulder. “Let me show you how to win a fight the right way.”

Kozor moved his jaw, held up by the top of his cranium by Morn. “Ah, there's that honorable warrior stuff.”

“Honor doesn't tend to win fights.” Morn said, with Glysh offering a high five in acknowledgment. 

A gnoll male stepped in to oppose Kuni, his body was bare, save for a bright yellow underwear. 

“I'm all for unarmored defense but he's basically asking for a kick to the puppy-makers with that. Do gnolls make puppies?” The taller greenskin asked, holding Kozor to face her.

“I think they are more like hyenas than dogs. But I don't know what a baby hyena would be. Cubs I think.”

“Guys, fight’s starting.” The shorter greenskin chided them.

When eyes returned to the fight the two combatants had already locked in a classic test of strength, hands locked together and pushing each other with all their might. The gnoll, matching the female in size and bulk, snarled as he tried to force the woman back. Kuni did not budge an inch, pressing back and matching the gnoll with a snarl of her own. The two pushed, hard muscle flexing as they fought, sweat glistening the scarlet woman's body. The massive gnoll buckled, legs forced to get lower. The oni yelled, pushing him once more to force him to the ground. As he laid sprawled on the ground Kuni raised her leg up. Higher and higher until it was above her leg. “Hammer of the Goddess!” she shouted as her heel flew down with the force of a warhammer. The gnoll scrambled, missing the attack by a hair's breadth. 

“Why do you feel compelled to say attack names, you're not casting spells.”

Glysh chuckled, not acknowledging what the skull had just said.

“I think it's more to pump you up when you make the swing. Like yelling out to give it your all.” Morn said. To herself she thought that it also sounded pretty cool. She needs to name some attacks.

The gnoll got to his feet. Kuni quickly dug out the wedgie her attack made in her crotch and ass. Once she was free she stretched out her arms, daring her hairy foe to challenge her might again. Gritting his teeth at this brazen display he leaned forward to prepare a new headlong rush. Seeing the female's plight at her clothing did give him an idea. He ran forward, arms wide so as to meet his foes. At the last second his hands shot inward, gripping the bottom parts of the woman's costume at the upper thigh. He yanked up with all his considerable strength. The woman's bare hips were exposed as the fabric of her outfit dug into her crotch. She yelled out, the sudden pain a surprise. Instinctively her arms went to the wrists of the gnoll to relieve the pressure. She felt her feet start to leave the ground and quickly changed tactics.

Her own hands shot to the undergarments of the gnoll, grabbing them and hoisting them upward. He squealed in pain, the stretchy fabric that was already tight on his nards now compressing the delicate organs against his pelvis. The two pressed their bodies together, not relenting as they both yanked their enemies clothing. 

Morn couldn't help but note how strong the oni’s glutes looked as they flexed in effort, thinking her breasts must be the only soft part of her body. The scarlet fabric of her unitard gave with a loud rip. Undeterred she yelled, picking up her sizable foe by his pants. His entire body weight was concentrated on his privates and he howled in pain as his feet kicked helplessly in the air. Kuni took one step to the side and swiveled her hips as she twisted the gnoll in the air to slam him hard on the ground out of bounds. 

Kuni yelled as she had a rush of victory, flexing her sweat-soaked muscles for all to see. Her badass image was somewhat diminished, as everything below her waist was now free in the breeze, her snow-white bush and toned ass exposed for all to see. The gnoll got to his hands and knees on the count of eight, but the sight of a bare coochie right in front of his face stunned him for the remaining two seconds. 

“So the curtains match the drapes.” Glush said, happy her fight didn't result in any clothing damage. Kuni was confused, only for a cool breeze to inform her that she was bottomless. She quickly moved her hands to cover her crotch, the red of her face growing brighter. “We have got to get better outfits.”

“Of course.” The merchant Max said, glad that his loose robes could hide any excitement at the sight of the girls in various states of undress. “Seeing as now all three of you now represent Trojan Armours, you need some clothing that will truly get the crowd’s eye.”

Morn was suspicious, narrowing her eyes at the man, not bothered in the slightest by her bare breasts. 

The merchant gave his best businessman smile. “Think of it as investing in an asset.” He resisted the urge to put emphasis on the first syllable of ‘asset’.

“Anything is better than fighting with my ass out.” Said Kuni, as she tried and failed to make the remainder of her outfit cover her modesty. 

Morn shrugged. “No clothing means less for your foe to grab onto. But I do like the outfits some of these guys have. Wouldn't mind trying it out to really get in the wrestler's headspace.”

Max smiled, his mind rushing with what they'd look like in such outfits. “I know just the person.”

Mutant Tails 3

Monroe’s hands slid along the soft supple body of the tribe elder. They stood In the partly rebuilt ruins of the town the rodent clan had claimed as their own. While it had a long way to go to being a proper town it was serviceable and safe. 

The two were kissing each other deeply, Monroe delighting in feeling the elder running her fingers through his hair. He had dreamed and spent many nights with his hand fantasizing about this day. Since he was old enough to have desires he had desired the broodmother elder. However he soon realized that her body, being over two centuries old, was not meant for strenuous activity. As much as he wanted to rock her world, he feared doing any damage and kept his lusts to himself. That was until Claire entered the tribe and using her Before Person knowledge was able to use some fungi from the metro and nearby plants to make a potion that gave every rodent renewed strength. It was like a miracle and even the most weary soul had energy to work and play harder.

The biggest transformation was in the elderly. Before simply walking too much would hurt her back and some tribe mate would need to help lower her to a seating position to rest. But now she seemed as spry and lively as she was when she was twenty years old. And much to Monroe's relief she kept her current appearance.

The gentle smell of incense burned around the two and they were lit by candle light. Monre invited the elder to this room where he had set up a scavenged mattress and everything else the duo would need for a romantic evening. He even found an old CD, covered in drawings of hearts. While he couldn't recognize the instruments used in the songs he knew it had a romantic tone. The very idea of previous generations of Hue-mans mating to the sounds of these songs excited him greatly.

The elder pulled back letting out a soft moan as Monre did not let up and licked at her neck.

“Monroe, I have not felt a stirring in my loins like this in ages. But, there are plenty of younger rats in the tribe for you to mate with, surely you can-”

She was silenced by Monroe gently placing a finger on her lips. “There are none more beautiful. Elder, I have dreamed of this day for as long as i can remember, but no dream ever came close to the joy i feel now.”

The elder was short, the top of her head only reaching to about his pectoral muscles. Looking up to meet the gaze of her suitor she saw many things. Lust, desire, but above all a sense of love. She had to look away, suddenly feeling shy. 

“You don't need to call me Elder. Call me Sofia.”

“Such a beautiful name.” Monroe muttered as he kept kissing with renewed vigor. He ran his hands down her sides, gliding across ribs and down to her hips. They were as soft and wonderful as he had imagined. He pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together as they embraced. He could feel her sagging breasts against his chest, the softness of her stomach, her hot breath. Every bit intoxicated Monroe and pushed him further into lust.

Sofia reached down gripping her loincloth. Monroe stepped back, enjoying the sight of the elder fully undressing in the candle light. She stood fully naked, leaving the male momentarily dumbstruck. Her hair and fur was graying in parts, discoloring parts with splotches to show her age. She was plus sized, with large sagging breasts, plump belly, and soft arms and legs. Most of all was her tender smile, seeing how much Monroe enjoyed the show. He had to fight every urge in his body to not tackle her and fuck her then and there. As much as he would love to, the male knew properly building up to it would be all the sweeter. 

Monroe guided her to sit on the bed, and he stole a glance at her bare ass as it jiggled with every step. Her butt had several dimples, each one Monroe wanted to kiss individually. When she sat the male knelt in front of her, slowly moving himself to her crotch. 

“Wait.” She said, “I have not had a chance to wash up in some time, I am sweaty down there.”

This did not deter Monroe, and in fact only spurred him on further. He needed to taste her, all of her. He brought his muzzle to her inner thigh, planting a kiss on her leg. He loved her body, he wanted to make sure he knew how much he loved every inch of her. He kissed again. And again. Then opened his mouth letting his tongue slide across her leg in one big long lick. Sofia moaned and by reflex pressed her legs together, sandwiching Monroe’s head between them. The male rat brought up his arms and wrapped them around her legs, desiring as much direct contact with her as possible. He moved closer to her womanhood and could see she was already becoming wet. While she was covered in fur all over her pubic region was especially hairy, covered in long curly hairs. He took a deep long sniff, smelling her sweat and glistening vagina. It was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. Once more he smelled her, the earthy aroma overtaking his nostrils and swimming in his head. He wanted to command her to never bathe again.

He opened his mouth again, licking at her slit. At first he teased, only letting his tongue glide across the outer lips. He wanted to take his time and enjoy her body fully. His resolve ended quickly when he heard the elder let out a deep and passionate moan. “It's been ages since any man did this to me!”

Monroe couldn't hold himself back and threw aside all inhibition and dug in, burying his face in her crotch and licking with wild abandon. Her taste was everything he wanted as was her smell. He brought his tongue low, starting at the very end of her ass and moved all the way to the top of her vagina, slowing down only at her clit. He moved back and positioned his thumbs on either side of her lips to pull them apart and was greeted with bright pink. Elder got shy blushing but any embarrassment went away when Monroe renewed his licking, going as deep as he could. Sofia couldn't contain her lusty moans as a pleasure she had not felt in years awakened in her. This kept up for some time, the two lost in their passions. 

Only when Monore realized he needed air did he stop, moving back to take a deep breath. He looked up at Sofia, who was breathing heavily. She could see Monroe’s muzzle was slick with her juices and smiled. She beckoned him to stand up. “You got me all warmed up, only fair I return the favor.”

Monroe smirked, moving his hands to take off his jockstrap that struggled to contain his erection.

“Now, it's been some time since I did something like this so-”

Her excuses were stopped suddenly, the male’s penis fully extended after finally being freed. It bobbed in her eyesight for a second, leaving her dumbstruck. “Its fucking huge.”

Monroe’s brow raised. He wasn't used to hearing the usually dignified elder swear, but he did like it. “Well if it's too much for you we could try to take it easy.”

“Oh no, young man, momma’s got this.” She said as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. 

The male felt a jolt run though him, both at her referring to herself as momma and at the softness of her hand. Sofia examined his penis for a moment. It had to have been a foot long, thick, and hard as a rock. She pushed it up gently to look at his balls. Her mind raced at the image of them shooting all the cum in those nuts. She leaned in and kissed his scrotum. They were warm on her lips and his own musk hit her nose. She couldn't get enough, so she kept kissing all the while pumping this dick. The woman let her tongue out and licked all the way from the base to the very end of his dick in a slow deliberate motion. Monroe could help but let out a whispered swear as the sensation hit him. She opened her muzzle as wide as she could, for a moment before leaning forward and trying to take as much in as she could. The elder was able to get halfway down his length before stopping. She moved her head back and forth, and Monroe was feeling very good. Despite himself he felt a sense of masculine pride. “It's ok if you can't take it all.”

Suddenly her eyes went up and met him with a fierce determination. Monroe was taken aback. Suddenly she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. Slowly and surely she took it all down her throat.

The male tried to say something to the extent of ‘holy fuck’ but all that came out of his mouth was a grabled mix of half words and moans. Sofia kept him inside before gagging twice and pulling out. She coughed before looking at Monroe. “You think I became the broodmother by taking it easy? Now get your butt on the bed.”

Monroe definitely could get used to women telling him to do that and he happily obliged. Laying down he crossed his arms behind his head, waiting for Sofia. Still with the vision of the kindly older lady he was expecting her to take her time, but she eagerly hopped on the bed, causing it to creek loudly. She moved between his legs and facing him, her soft belly gently brushing against his dick. She got up on one knee, hovering her dripping wet slit above his penis.

“Now look, I know you're excited but dont push yourself.”

Sofia only smirked before lowering herself down on his , taking in all of his length. Eagerly she bounced up and down with an energy unbecoming for her age. 

She huffed in delight, long dormant passions reigniting in her body. “Did you forget, honey? Broodmother.” She stated, emphasizing each syllable with a new bounce. The bed creaked loudly, barely able to support the fierce sex. Monroe’s head swam, he gripped the side bed itself and ripped long gashes in the fabric with his nails. Even his wildest fantasies weren't even half as good as this. He looked at Sofia, who was throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly. She reached and cupped one of her large sagging breasts and gave it a squeeze. Monroe had a sudden realization. He enjoyed the sex, the passion, all of it. But what made him most happy was seeing how much the kindly broodmother was enjoying herself. He gave a big smile before he reached to grab her hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Placing his feet firmly on the bed he began to push upward, using his arms and body to try to take control of the rhythm. Sofia allowed the change, starting to move to his pace. He made her bounce up higher with each thrust, causing her fat ass to clap with each motion. With every downward motion the male could feel her entire body weight slam down on him.

Both were drenched in sweat, the musky scent of sex overpowering the candles and incense used to set the mood at first. Even the music was completely drowned out by both of their screams of pleasure and the struggling bed. Monroe slowed down. “Sofia, do you mind getting up? I want-” He stopped himself. “-need to!”

The female gave a lusty smile as she looked down at her mate. She stopped bouncing but swiveled her hips in small circles to tease him. “You need it?” Monroe squirmed, the sensation overwhelming him.

She giggled to herself before hopping off the bed and walking to a wall. Monroe rolled off the bed, sparing a glance to see the large wet spot left by her womanhood and several drops of sweat all over the bed. 

“Don't keep me waiting.” The woman stated as she stood bent over with both hands pressing against a wall. Her ass was fully exposed, each cheek jiggling as any movement sent ripples across it. She was winded, but had lots of energy left to burn. Monroe eagerly got behind her, grabbing his penis and guiding it to her vagina. It slid in easy and with the initial set over he started to thrust himself back and forth. His body slammed against her booty causing loud clapping noises that echoed in the small room. 

“Oh, you're hitting all the right places!” Sofia screamed, her voice reaching a crescendo. Monore could tell she was nearing climax, as was he. He grabbed her hips again, taking full control of the tempo and upping the speed to a near frantic pace. It felt like his body was melting as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Fill me up! Make me a mommy again!” Sofia screamed.

At this Monroe snapped, every bit of his body giving in to primal desires. With all his strength he picked up the broodmother at the hips, pushing her against the wall. She was surprised by this show of might but loved it, shouting in delight. Monroe thrust upward as he held her, feeling his balls swinging up and slamming against her. With a scream he climaxed, his testicles clenching and firing a load almost directly into the woman's womb. She felt it, screaming to match Monroe as he kept going to drain every last drop of his ejaculation into her. With one final push he tried to make sure all of his cum would stay in for a bit before giving out and lowering her to the ground. Once he knew she could stand he gave out, his bare butt hitting the floor as he struggled to catch his breath. With delight he could see his glowing sperm dripping from the woman’s crotch. To his surprise though she quickly turned, pressing him down and kissing him on the mouth. 

“Hope you're ready for another round.”

Monroe hoped Claire’s formula would give him the endurance he needed.

After several hours of lovemaking Monroe stumbled from the building alone. He had offered to grab some more of the potion and desperately needed a break himself. On shaky legs he walked through the ruined town, moving to where Claire had set up her lab. Monroe had put on the elder’s loincloth, and with a smile he made sure to rub his dick all over it to stain it with the residual drop of cum still on him. He found Claire’s laboratory, a single story home she took a liking to. He slowly opened the front door. “Hey, you got any more of the potion?”

His eyes widened as he saw Claire as well as most of the male population of rodents all cramped around her. She bounced eagerly on one rodent's dick, while stroking off two others in her hands. She motioned with her head for a fourth male to get closer. As he did she gobbled up his dick, sucking like her life depended on it. Monroe was beyond impressed, especially seeing several sticky rats laying around her trying to catch their breath. He decided to let her have her fun, and would just try to renew his strength by drinking some water to hydrate himself, and maybe try to buy time to rest by cuddling

Mutant Tails 2

Setting off alone into the wasteland alone in search of new resources and aid for a fledgling town certainly sounded heroic, but it required a lot of walking. Monroe was about a day away from his tribe and their new home. They had the means to survive there, but Monroe needed them to thrive. He knew there was a town not too far from their location, so he wanted to find some work and hopefully buy some supplies.

Monroe shifted in his newly acquired trenchcoat and body armor. He couldn't help but wonder what the rodent who owned it previously was like. He liked to imagine it was the property of a brave and noble frontiersman, helping those in need with a witty one liner and dashing smile. At least he hoped so, but the ‘Rat Bastard’ written on the back pointed towards the previous owner being a scoundrel. Either way, he wanted to put it to good use. Monroe also had his trusty pistol with him, so he was feeling like a hero in an old picture book. The idea of him strolling into town, taking down some bad guys and returning to his tribe with some quality survival gear kept him motivated. That and how best the tribe would express their gratitude to him, especially the tribe elder.

No sooner did he have mental visions of the older woman being deceptively spry did he feel a sudden sting in his neck. With a curse he pulled out a small dart. He fumbled for this gun, desperate to defend himself from the unseen attacker but it felt like his body had weights all over it. His legs gave out and his face fell to the dirt below. Sleep soon followed.

When the rat woke up he found himself squinting to keep light out of his eyes. When his pupils adjusted he looked round, finding he was inside of a tent with a bright spotlight above him. He tried to move his hand to block it out, but found he was strapped down. He pulled harder only to find all his limbs locked firmly in place by his wrists and ankles. Still in a groggy haze he looked around more and his eyes struggled to focus on a duo of figures standing near him. Blinking rapidly his vision cleared enough to see one was a robot, but unlike one he had ever seen before. There had been robot guards in towns his caravan visited, but they were mostly cobbled together from scrap and looked like they could fall apart from a stiff wind. This one was clean, engineered, and most of all intimidating. It was made of a matte gray material and shaped in the form of a skeleton. It had a rifle of some kind grasped in its metallic fingers. A piercing red glow in its eyes let him know this machine was unfeeling. Monroe’s tail thrashed and he bit back the instinctive urge to hiss.

Monroe’s eyes shifted to the second figure  and what he saw made him question what was in that dart. It stood upright, wearing what looked like a pure white trench coat with a light blue set of scrubs underneath. It had long golden hair atop its head that was tied up in a ponytail. Most of all it had no hair anywhere else he could see, with pale pinkish skin visible on its face, neck, and hands. It took him some time but when he remembered where he saw this creature his heart raced and dispelled any lingering tiredness.

“A before person?”

The blonde haired person looked up from a clipboard she was scrawling on. She reached towards her hip and clicked on a cassette recorder, its mechanisms springing to life. 

“Subject has regained consciousness. I Will continue to collect samples regardless, recording  any vocalizations for research.” Her voice was cold and detached, not a shred of emotion. 

Monroe pushed against his restraints to try to get up, only to be held back by the restraints again. “I've seen you in the picture books!” His current situation eclipsed by his excitement at seeing a mythical creature. 

The woman walked towards him, her voice growing stern. “Do not struggle. The guardian bot is quick to fight perceived threats. I only wish to collect some samples from you and I will release you back into the wild.”

The rodent relaxed some. While he would love to see what the bot’s weapon could do he was less keen on getting too close a lesson on its destructive power. Looking back to the before person he asked before. “What kind of samples? And why do you need them?”

The woman pulled on some thin stretchy gloves. “Nothing intrusive. I already took a blood and hair sample. Now I just need a semen sample.”

Monroe’s brow rose at this. Looking down at his body he had the realization that he had been stipped nude. He pleased himself with fantasies of doing it with a person before, using the picture books as visual aid, but never did he picture things happening like this. Still, he decided to shoot his shot. 

“You know, if you really  wanted that kind of sample all you had to do was ask.”

The woman stepped closer and her scent filled his nostrils. It was oddly sweet, something like a flower. Already he could feel his penis start to harden, excitement getting the better of him. “My name is Monroe, what’s yours?”

Her blue eyes flicked to him, meeting his gaze for only a moment before returning to the task. She placed a glass beaker on the slab Monroe was on and put a clear lubricant on her other hand. She began to rub his semi hard member, the cold of the lubricant causing the rat to shiver. “My name is Claire. You won't see me again after this, no need to get friendly with me.”

“Oh, you are feeling very friendly to me.” He said with a smirk, her cold hand warming up as it stroked his rathood. He couldn't help but shudder in pleasure, even if she had a glove and cold demeanor, the sensation of being stroked off by a creature of legend was beyond enticing. “I thought all the Before People were gone, I never saw one before.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Isn't that what you are? A Before Person. From the Before Time.” He rolled his eyes at himself, realizing how silly it all sounded. Claire seemed to think to herself for a moment, debating if she should tell this rodent anything. With a shrug she spoke up, never letting up her stroking. 

“Well, I am a human. We survived the war secluded in underground bunkers. I was born and raised down there. This is my first time on the surface.”

Monroe’s mind raced at this news. His mind wrestled with news that not only were these ‘hue-mans’ were alive and well but managed to burrow themselves underground to stay safe. He didn't remember reading anything about that in his books. He stopped this train of thought when he let out a moan, his climax was getting close.

For the first time the woman showed some emotion when she let out a surprised vocalization looking at Monroe’s manhood. “Oh my, it's glowing!”

Monroe smiled. “It tends to do that when I'm getting really excited. I'm gonna cum soon.”

Claire was enthralled by the pulsing bioluminescence, but managed to snap herself out of it. “Yes, yes.”

She snatched up the beaker, holding it so the ejaculation would be caught within. She stroked faster, getting somewhat excited herself. Monroe let out a loud moan and thrust his hips upward. His balls clenched and his dick twitched before shooting a hot stream of cum into the glass. His changed position caused the ejaculate to splash back and fling back to the woman, coating her face in sticky fluid. She was surprised, taking a few steps back. She wiped it off with her gloved hand, letting the beaker fall to the ground. 

“Hey, I warned you.” Monore said with his best attempt at a shrug. He felt a little bit sorry for the hue-man, but he did feel the unmistakable sense of male satisfaction seeing her pretty face covered in his cum. Cursing she stormed off, leaving him alone in the tent as the robot followed its master.

Monroe lay in the tent by himself, admiring how clean it was. Looking around he was able to spot many empty containers, seemingly she had just started her sample collection. Eventually he ran out of things to stimulate himself and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke the rat man tried his best to stretch his muscles, failing to get to satisfactory length. He saw the hue-man and her robot companion enter the tent with him. He was able to steal a glance at the room beyond, seeing a simple sleeping set up. What caught his eye more was the woman, and the changes she had, after cleaning off his spunk. Her scrubs were undone at the front, giving him a peek at her cleavage, the breasts being small, yet perky. Her hair was let down and flowing freely below her shoulders. Monroe could already feel his member starting to spring to life.

“The last sample was ruined when I dropped it, so I need a new one.” She stated, forgetting to record herself as she had done before. 

She walked to the rodent, snapping on a new pair of blue gloves. Monroe had to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him, as he detected a hint of desire in her voice when before there was only cold detachment. Furthermore her face seemed different, with her ears coming to a sharper point and her front teeth looking more pronounced. 

She readied her hand, rubbing clear lubricant on it. Monroe lifted his hips up, eager for her touch. She chuckled, leaning forward and giving Monroe a better look down the top. 

“Eager to give me a fresh sample, are we?” Claire cooed.

“I have plenty to give.” He started, trying to act cool like a picture book hero. His toes curling and shuddered when she grabbed his penis betrayed him, however.

Eagerly the woman pumped at the now fully erect dick, biting her lip. Monroe would have been happy to sit back and relax, letting her use him freely. Until a familiar scent drifted to his nose. The Before Person was aroused. Feeling bold, he went for it. 

“Ya know, I could give you a much more personal sample.”

The woman seemed to think about it, tossing the idea around in her head.

“If you're worried I’ll try something your metal friend looks like he's a quick enough draw to keep you safe.”

“Hardened plastic.” She corrected, before smirking. “But fuck it.”

She let go of his manhood, moving to release the straps that had bound him for so long. Giving a full stretch his joints popped with a satisfying sound. Moving to stand he faced the woman and was a full head taller. Monroe was only considered average height for his tribe, but wondered if hue-mans were shorter than rats on average. The idea oddly excited him more.

He pushed that thought aside, devoting his attention fully to the woman in front of him. She seemed to have second guessed her choice, looking somewhat intimidated. Monroe did his best to give a reassuring smile and slowly drifted his hand to her face. Gently he caressed her cheek with his hand, admiring how soft and smooth her skin was. She leaned in, moving her own hand to hold his. Her fear subsided and she moved in closer to him, his penis with a dollop of pre cum rubbing against her stomach.

“Are all members of your race so hung?”

Monroe lowered himself a little and guided his dick between the woman's legs. “If you want you are more than welcome to find out for yourself.”

Unable to hold himself back further he started to grind his hips back and forth, his erect dick rubbing her crotch. She let out a gasp. Even through her pants the heat and pleasure was overwhelming. She moaned loudly in his ear, wrapping her arms around him. The lube felt a little strange being rubbed on his back, but Monroe couldn’t care less. She ran her fingers through his fur. This spurned the rodent to pump his hips faster, happy to feel a wet spot forming on her pants. He reached below her waist and fished his fingers under her pants. He firm round butt in his hands he started to greedily feel her up and squeeze shamelessly. The woman loved this, scratching her fingers across his back. It stung, but Monroe loved it. 

He moved his snout to the woman's neck, licking long and hard across her exposed neck and up to her ear. The taste of her skin and sweat was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough. He moved his jaw to her shoulder and pressed his teeth inward. It was a gentle bite, just hard enough to hurt. Normally when he would mate with a fellow rat he would draw a little blood, but he worried about being gentle with this Before Person. Besides, just nibbling seemed to be enough for her.

More than enough it seemed, as she scratched again. She screamed with pleasure and pushed him back, his rump hitting the slab he used to be strapped to. The rodent was delighted to see her practically ripping her pants off. He also saw that her fingernails had ripped through the glove, a small ruby stain of blood on only rat-like nails.

“Shouldn't you be getting your beaker?”

“Shut the fuck up and get your ass on the slab!” The white hot desire was clear in Claire’s voice, taking Monroe by surprise. Eagerly he hopped on the slab, laying down with his throbbing cock bouncing upwards.

Now only clad in her lab coat and blouse she hopped on the table, kneeling in front of Monroe’s cock. The rodent was delighted to see a tuft of blonde hair on her crotch, and it was a very large bush. She moved and hovered her dripping wet vagina above him, lowering quickly before stopping suddenly. She bit her lip and closed one eye in pain.

“If you need to go slow we ca-” his voice was cut off and shifted to a moan of pleasure and she forced herself all the way on his cock. All higher brain functions left the male's head as his mind swam with only the words ‘tight’ and ‘wet.’

The woman didn't let up, lifting herself up and down at a rapidly increasing pace. Monroe couldn't believe his luck. He had seen some pornographic Before People comics and knew they were horny, but his was a sex drive was even higher than the bunny tribe. The woman leaned herself back, looking up at the sky and lost in bliss. The rat man reached up with both hands ripping her blouse open. His eyes widened as her breasts bounced as she kept up her rapid pace. Reaching up he cupped one in his hand, giving it a tender squeeze. His eyes wondered, looking at her head and noticing that the blonde hair from her head seemed to be spreading across her face and neck, growing across her body. Likewise thin golden hairs started to spring up all over her body. His hand glided across her stomach, feeling the bumps of extra nipples that rats have. Monroe had seen enough hue-man porn to know they didn't have those. 

His heart raced as he realized that she was changing into a rat like him. The process seemed to be extasy to the woman and she didn't want to stop at all. If anything she was giving everything she had to fuck his rodent brains out. Once more looking at her stomach he could see the glow of his dick shone through her skin. This drove him over the edge and he screamed, yelling that he was about to finish. 

She encouraged him, practically begging to be filled up with his seed. She didn't let up, her frantic pace rushing on until she felt the twitch inside her. Monroe moaned as he shot his load deep inside her. The woman felt like she was melting as pure pleasure washed over her. She shuddered and writhed, slumping forward against Monroe. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him as tight as she could. She was lost in an intense afterglow. The two embraced each other, breathing hard and heavy in each other's ears for some time as they slowly came back to reality. When Claire pushed herself back up Monroe was looking into the eyes of a fellow rat.”

Now back in his trenchcoat and body armor Monroe led the way back to his tribe, Claire in mended clothing following behind.

“So, how do you feel about the new look?”

Claire looked at her now fur-covered hand and felt her new muzzle. “It'll take some getting used to, but honestly I love it. It feels so-” She tumbled the idea in her head. “Right.”

“I'm glad you like it. I know the tribe will love to have you. And we can definitely use a doctor like you. If you get something to help the tribe elder’s back she will be over the moon. Not to mention having your hardened plastic friend keeping guard keeps my mind at ease while I go out into the world.”

The bot trudged through the wasteland, still following Claire’s orders as it is voice activated. Thankfully that was not affected by the transformation.

“It will be nice to be appreciated. And it sounds like your tribe is very loving.” Claire said as she rubbed her arm nervously.

“Things not that way in your hue-man burrow?”

“Not really. I was classified as a lower citizen. It was a cold uncaring upbringing. We were just taught how to maintain the facilities, gather information on new life forms, and work work work. I don't even know where the bunker is on a map, they knocked me out to transport me to the campsite. They said they'd come back to pick up my samples, threatening to not give any food if I didn't have any. I never even knew my parents, they said such attachments would only hinder progress.” Claire looked downtrodden, eyes stuck to the dirt below her. 

Monroe wrapped an arm around her, bringing her in close with a large smile. “You'll find plenty of love in the tribe. I know you'll get along great with everyone. And they all love to hear from a genuine Before Person. I think bumping into you has to be a twist of fate.”

Claire softened at this, once more reaching her hand to meet Monroe’s.

The rat man leaned in close to her ear with a lecherous tone. “And now you get to find out how hung us rats all are.” 

Claire giggled in excitement and felt a twitch in her loins.

Journeys of Cave Cyrus 3

“Not sure about this. No like dino.” Rade said as she brushed her long golden hair back. She was the daughter of Cyrus, a mix of human and dragon. While she looked mostly like her mother she did have some dragonic features, namely the black scales around her hands and feet, as well as fingernails that came to sharp talons. While she was tall by human standards she still had to look up to meet the gaze of her father. 

Kortas, the tyrannosaurus rex humanoid, voiced his concern as well. “Me no like women. Only men.” The trio stood in a mostly abandoned section of jungle, far enough away from the human tribe so they would have some privacy. Cyrus couldn't help but think about the strange ideas the humans had of cutting wood to make small homes. He thought it was a waste of time, but they seemed enthusiastic so he kept his maw shut. Besides, their working with plants did lead to some interesting results.

Cryus stood between the two, placing a small bundle of leaves on the ground beside him, wishing he could reveal the contents now. He looked to his dinosaur mate, taking a moment to admire his strong build and the large bite scar that crossed his entire torso. “You want egg. No can make with only male. Need woman. Rade biggest and strongest human. Kortas biggest and strongest dino. Both want biggest and strongest child, so me help.”

Cyrus thuddes his chest, his excitement evident. He had just now realized that he was helping himself become a grandparent, an incredibly exciting prospect. Kortas was less enthusiastic, while he did want an offspring he could not get sexually aroused by the idea of mating with a female as he would with a male. He reassured himself, as Cyrus was capable of mating with either gender without issue, so he must know something. “Me trust.”

Rode furrowed her brow and seeing the resolve of the dino reassured her. That and she will always trust her father and his wisdom. “Me trust.”

With a wide smile Cyrus began his plan. In a swift motion he undid the loincloths of both his companions, leaving their crotches bare. Kortas dinosaur penis was unlike others of his more feral kind, as it hung outside of the body when not in use and now was drooping limply. It was a similar shade to his underbelly, contrasting with the orange stripes of the rest of his scales. Rade’s crotch was unique to humanoids, as they did not have fur all over their species, did not have fur over all of the body and only on select spots. One such spot was her groin, which had a tuft of wild curly blonde hair, so much that it almost hid the slit of her vagina.

“Me get both ready, then secret weapon given by human elder.” Cyrus said as he got down to his knees in front of Kortas. The dino felt a twitch in his loins even before the dragon did anything, his excitement getting the better of him. Cyrus took the other male’s member in his hand, gently teasing it with slow strokes. It wasn't long before the girthy shaft was almost at full mast. The black dragon opened his maw, bringing the dinousr’s full manhood in and down his throat. Kortas shuddered at the warmth and tingling sensation. This was amplified when Cyrus cupped his testicles, feeling how full they were, practically begging for release. Despite himself Cyurs gagged once, the impressive shaft hitting him deep. He pulled back and let out a gasp. 

He stopped for only a moment and moved towards his daughter. He leaned in and breathed in deeply through his nostrils, taking in the strong scent of her sex and slight arousal she got from her father sucking off Kortas. His maw brushed against her pubes as he moved in closer. His long tongue slithered out of his mouth like a snake and lapped up at the woman's slit, teasing her. Rode was too proud to let out a moan, but her arousal was clear, Cyrus had much practice doing this with other humans. He reached around and grabbed her buttock with both hands, giving each toned cheek a squeeze. The dragon lowered himself then tilted his head upward, slowly bringing his tongue to a better position to try and enter the woman’s vagina. At this she let out a shudder, grabbing onto his yellow horns mostly out of reflex and the need to grab something. Cyrus wanted to keep at this, as he enjoys giving pleasure as much as receiving, but he pulled back. After all, this day isn't for him. 

He got to his feet and moved to the leaves he brought. 

Kortas was confused. “What now? Me just mate? Don't think I can-”

Cyrus waved him off revealing a clear sticky liquid between the leaves. He explained. “Human elders now has time to mess with plants now that me hunt food for humans. Try new ones. Plants can do many things. She mix and grind many plants. Make this.”

“What that?” Rade asked, her breathing a little shallow from Cyrus teasing. 

“It…” The dragon thought, trying to find the words to explain. “Make feel warm and tingly.”

“Tingly?” 

Cyrus reached out a hand to the woman and just barely touching her skin caressed her flesh with the very tips of his fingers, sending a shiver through her. “Tingly.”

The dragon rubbed some of the clear substance on his hand and once more grabbed the dino’s member. This time was different, the clear liquid and saliva mixed to form a lubricant that glided his hand easily. Cyrus moved his hand back and forth, pumping the organ. Kortas felt funny, his whole body started to heat up and every motion Cyurs gave was like a jolt of pleasure. The dragon smiled to himself, seeing how wild the sensation was for the dino. He wasn't sure why but this level of control over the other male’s sex was intoxicating. He let go and moved his hand back to the leaf to scoop the rest of the mixture. Kortas let out a whine when he pulled away, only to quickly silence himself by covering his maw with his hand. 

With a chuckle Cyrus moved to his daughter. He slid two fingers inside her vagina, coating the soft interior with the plant goo. She shuddered at first from the fingering, then more when the mixture took effect. Her once tan face grew flushed red as pleasure took her, making her squirm and struggle to remain standing as Cyrus delighted in seeing her in this state. She couldn't take any more and wrapped her arms round Cyrus, kissing his maw passionately as she grabbed at his dick to get it inside her. The dragon returned the kiss for a moment but broke away, once more reminding himself that this was not for him.

The dragon gave Kortas a slap on the rump to usher him forward and to the eager and waiting human. He was happy to see the two embrace and before long they had begun mating. They stood facing each other and Kortas grabbed his dick, guiding it to the woman's crotch. When he was halfway inside, she cried out. If it was in pain or pleasure the dino could not tell. He saw that the males of the human tribe could not stack up to a typical dinosaur in terms of the size of the sex, so Kortas was unsure if she could handle it.

With a growl she looked the dinosaur in the eyes. “No stop. Give all!”

The fiery determination stirred the red dinosaur on and he obliged the female, shoving the rest of his members into her eager and quivering slit. Without any more hesitation he thrusted more wildly, aroused by Cyrus’ teasing and the mysterious substance taking full effect. Rade threw aside all caution as well, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, grabbing on tightly and refusing to let go. Her mouth formed into an idiot grin of pleasure as she let out long moans. 

Cyrus wanted to simply let them enjoy themselves, but feared that Kortas may not be able to finish without a little extra encouragement. Moving behind the dino he lifted up his tail, revealing his muscled rump. Cyrus guided his rock hard dick between his cheeks and thrusted hard into his asshole. Kortas gasped loudly, the feelings almost being too much for him. He has been mounted by Cyrus many times before and loved the feeling. Cyrus was the only one able to defeat him in single combat and he enjoyed it when the alpha asserted his dominance. For a moment he feared he would lose strength in his legs and collapse, but Cyrus gave a gentle bite to his shoulder. The deep primal urge to obey the alpha took over and he remained standing, adding the strength of Cyrus thrust to his own as he kept pumping into the human. 

Cyrus stopped biting to turn his attention to the Rade, who landed in hard and began to resume the passionate kissing she began when the dragon fingered her. He did not hold back, wrapping his arms round both of them to almost sandwich Kortas in the middle. The dinosaur moved his head to nuzzle the side of the dragon's head, showing as much affection as he could. Suddenly the dino let out a strong sudder and picked up his pace even more.

“I cannot, I cannot…” He let out in quick shallow breaths. 

Cyrus command. “Let all out. Don't stop.”

With a mighty roar to the sky Kortas climaxed, his balls clenching up as he shot every drop he had into the woman. Rade tightened her grip on his waist, pulling him as close as possible to make sure every bit of his seamen went inside her. Kortas, still overwhelmed, pumped more and more until his strength finally gave out. Cyrus backed off and the male and female fell to the ground, slick with sweat and breathing deeply. Cyrus felt happy with himself, seeing the hot sticky fluid dripping from his daughter's crotch. It was then he got an idea, to help ensure pregnancy. He got the leave he used to store the pleasurable substance and placed it on the tip of his penis. He moved over Rode and slowly plunged inside her, hoping the leave would help keep as much as possible inside her. Rode lost all sense of self, moaning and writing in overwhelming sensation. The dragon wanted so badly to keep going and fill her up himself, but once more he pulled back after a few thrusts. This was meant for Kortas. He pulled back and stood up. Happy for a job well done.

He felt a pawing at his legs and saw Kortas on his knees. “Please, more. want more.” 

Despite his exhaustion Kortas was still lost in ecstasy needing to feel his mate again. Looking towards Rode she was able to recover as well and began to crawl towards Cyrus. The dragon would do all he could to help quell their lust and made a mental note to thank the human elder for her ingenious herbal remedy.