Holiday Beef

 Holly Cameltoe takes a seat in the smaller of the chairs in the room, turning it to the side to face the bed while she spreads her legs wide, yawning softly. Furred thighs are still sodden with some recently past climax, breasts shamelessly on display from within the confines of her jacket and hips clung tightly by the short boy shorts flossing against her frame. The air is heavy with the stench of sex. Of some poor soul claimed and bred without any sort of relent, and while it seems like the bed itself is the source, a good deal of that stench comes from Holly herself. A hand points over to the larger of the chairs, made almost as of she were expecting some mighty guest like Titaia to come visit. "Alright then, Broodmother~ Present yourself to my friend and I."

 

 Titaia Onuava happily took a seat as her eyes looked over the room with a smile spead from ear to ear, the sights and scents making it clear as to exactly what had occurred shortly before her arrival. Having shed the heavier coverings she wore to arrive here, the Large Minotaur was dressed in the style of her home. A simple dress made from the wrapping of various brightly covered silks wrapped her body, crossing over her chest to pull the eyes down to her exposed cleavage from her massive, but proportional breasts, with the rainbow of soft fabric guiding ones gaze around every curve and ending just below her knees, crimson hair pulled into more easily managed braids as she waited to meet her friends new toy.

 

 Good Hunter snickered, and sat up from where she'd been told to stay. She tossed aside the covers, and hopped to her feet with an absolutely girlish giggle. She waved, smiling brightly to the Minotaur her Mistress had brought into their cozy little lovenest. She stepped forward, tripping a bit on some weird, strange, leather clothes that didn't look sexy at all. YucK~! She stepped forward, and grinned - emerald-and-ruby eyes wide with delight, hidden under long, luscious lashes. Once upon a time this had been a Huntress...but she was Broodmother now! Long, shining, glittery silver hair hung down, cascading toward her plump, jiggling ass. She stood nude, flesh as pale as snow. She was a stacked, curvaceous little...elf, if the ears were any indication. Indeed, all she needed was a hat with a fuzzball on it to be the very image of some perverted pinup. Her breasts bounced with every step - sloshing with whatever her Mistress had grown her with! She practically pranced on over to Holly, curling along side her, entire body bouncing with all of the light layers of pudge that had formerly been her taut and toned muscle. Her stomach was still a touch bloated from just the raw amount of cum that had been forced into her before...which left her oh so sadly empty...but Mistress was going to fix that! Of course she was!

 

 Holly Cameltoe smiles softly and rubs the girl's head as she prances over, though the obscenity of her frame already has her recovering from her previous session. Ruby red flesh begins to throb to life, still dislodge from sheath and already starting to push up the last yellowed dredges of her load as pre cum rolls out in caramel thick globs. While a furred hand weaves into those snow white tresses, her eyes flicker over to the mighty minotaur sitting across from her, "So... Which hole do ya want for now? I'll have to lay claim to her ass since I haven't broken it in yet, but you can have the pleasure of testing out her new lips~" She starts to nudge the poor elf down a bit more afterwards, smearing her face in the matted, melon sized tankards dangling off of the edge of the her seat. They're sticky, clumpy and messed down with the remnants of the former Hunter's juices and Holly's caked on lust, already starting to tense and prime in anticipation while the backside is washed by the sweltering drippings from her own womanhood. Every inhale is a reminder of the unruly, constantly enforced heat that takes her body, every smudge and smear only serving to taint the woman's flawless flesh with the grime of their coupling. "Of course, all of me isn't just here for show either.. You're welcome to stretch me out as ya like~"

 

 Titaia Onuava chuckled softly while she licked her lips. "Well, how about before be really work out your new toy we give her a chance to adjust... Besides I feel with this being your little Elven Fuckdoll you should be the one to break her in, after all what is the point if not to custom fuckfit all her holes to your size, hmm? So what I propose is this. Why don't you and I get a bit more comfortable, perhaps fill up that nice wet cunt of yours, while you work on breaking in that new fat backside? Give her a chance to warm up what with the new body she is clearly still not used to before she gets to be really put to use as a double sided cock sleeve."

 

 Good Hunter drops quickly at the nudging - she lived to serve her Mistress! Most of the words she knew were about fucking anyway! She fell to her knees like a proper subservient little fuckslut, and began to kiss and lick those swollen, matted nads of hers. Yes, her face would be matted in grime and fuck muck, but that was her job! That was her purpose! So she kissed and licked eagerly, pepperment lips parting to let her pale tongue lick all over, soaking in all of that wretched stuff. She groaned with a hint of a giggle, pale fingers working down between her own plump thighs to her cunt. She couldn't help it when on her knees unless both of her hands were occupied - she was just so horny!~ And there was still a good bit of cum left in her from earlier, and she wanted to keep it in there!

 

 Holly Cameltoe quirks a brow at that and nods, giving the Broodmother a gentle nudge to release her from her oozing service. "Stay. Arch your back low and stick your ass out... spread those cheeks while you're at it~" Eyes flicker with delight as she takes up her position behind the girl, already stroking some of that past used lubricant onto her length with rapid, firm pumps. The impact of fist against sheath ripples through her body, making sumptuous, barely sagging milk tankards jiggle and quake with every little movement, her fuzzy tail already twitching and fluttering at the base of her spine. Her other hand peels off those shorts slow and steady, making it a point to turn towards Titaia so she can observe. Cloth gets flossed against those furred mound, bunching up and dimpling into them till it spills over into it's true shape. There's something of a squelch when it rolls down past her hips, sodden snatch oozing some viscous, potent ambrosia that releases a fertile aroma into the air. Of course to the former Hunter, it'd probably not make a difference one way or another in her broken mind. For the Mino she stud, it'd infect the nostrils, boring into pores till her brain was overcome with that lustful fog, her lungs heavy with it's presence amidst the scent of sex. It's something that's musty, though just a bit fruity at the same time. Like freshly pollinated flowers or just ripened treats. It tickles against the natural born instinct to rut and breed, to flood and lay claim, to sow those seeds into the next fertile plain she came across without relent. What makes it worse is that her lips are swollen, almost to a delirious point. The fur surrounding it is dripping wet, a prominent, just barely pinky sized clit pokes out from it's hood, and it's so succulent that one could probably plunge fingers inside and become utterly drenched in her nectar. Already it winks and convulses in anticipation while above, her dusky anal ring clenches and spasms as well, unable to put off such an enticing scent but just as eager for the attention.

 

 Titaia Onuava could not help but chuckle softly at the sight before her, the broken Elf acting with such whorish glee at any and every opportunity to please her Mistress, watching that once proud figure, not lost in it's new whorish design bask in the filth of their last romp, something that kept a broad smile pulled across her lips. Watching intently as she was cast aside and her gaze pulled towards her host, watching with intent as those soiled clothes were pulled aside to reveal what she had suspected from the various mixed scents in the air, tho once pulled free it would be clear there was more than she once suspected. Being more than just a large Minotaur the more enchanting qualities to those bestial pheromones would be less effective, not so much pulling her into a lust filled breeding desire, but their effects would still be there in a more subtle sense. the arousal working into her mind, letting her daydreams dance with the ideas of taking either of those wonderful new holes and pounding and stretching them for her own desires, pondering which would be the better option before standing slowly. "You bring me here to pound your slut with you, but it's clear the real prize was just revealed to me... I have to ask tho, how do you expect me to want to pound some slutty fucktoy when there is this on offer?" Asking with a playful tone as she stepped forward to lay a hard slap on that backside, hand slipping down as her index and middle fingers traced over those swollen soaked lips. "So, how would you prefer we do this so that you can still brea in that Elf's ass while you have your own cunt stuff and split open on a cock even bigger than your own?"

 

 Good Hunter knew the Mistresses were playing and teasing with eachother - there were big words she recognized but didn't care for. She was too busy standing up and getting into position as she was told! She wriggled around to use that chair as leverage, something to brace against as she turned with a giggle and positioned herself. It would be a grand chain of fucking, particularly as the pale woman arched her back andstuck out her ass. She'd already had a plump rear before her change, but now? She had an ASS. Wide hips, billowy pale cheeks, perfectly clean, shaven, and smelling vaguely like gingerbread of all things. She made sure to wriggle just so, clapping her rear cheeks together with a bounce, so that her untouched bumhole was ripe and on display.

 

 Holly Cameltoe lets out a gentle coo from the attention given, though the smack makes her bite hard on her lower lip and hiss. Cheeks ripple, though not so voraciously as the slut's below. Her own cheeks are soft and forgiving, dimpling from that rough embrace only to slowly mold back into shape afterwards, the imprint still left on her fur for a while afterwards. "Haah... I give and receive dear.. Isn't that the meaning of Christmas?~" Still, she cant help but groan out like some greedy whore from just the barest touch against her lips. Hooves scrape against the ground and hands sink into the mighty shelf of ass flesh below just to keep her steady, cock immediately hardening and smacking against her stomach while the pleasure ripples through her veins. She's not only soaking wet, but as hot as an oven as well. The delirous heat is only beat out by the utter softness of her needy mound, and even now labia parts to put her entrance on display just a bit more, the convulsing, pristine, pink portal only continuing to wink and shudder against the minotaurs stare. "Hnnh... T-that said, I think this'll work fine... Let me get in her first, then you can have your way with me..~"

 

With that, she starts to encroach on her freshly made prize.  Hands take their time rolling along the snow white expanse, hungry, needy gropes forcing excess flesh to completely obscure fingers and palms, handfuls used as leverage for the unsteady woman and completely compressed within that fuzzy grasp. A piping hot rod of iron hard fuck meat wedges in between, spilling wad after wad of near boiling pre spunk into that now cavernous crevice, blindly lubricating her anal ring as she searches out for it. Sometimes hands push against the sides of those heaving globes just to compress them properly against her shaft, every rolling grab making Holly grunt and shove her hips forward. Other times she spreads them wide, actually finding the wrinkled star but instead using that time to grind up against it, basting the girl down with heat that slowly rolls up her spine. After a minute or so of playing about like this though, she finally finds her mark and begins to lunge forward. There's no teasing, no sort of restraint. The first few inches are there to simply get her open, to weaken whatever resistance she has and give a false sense of security. As more pile on, her shaft gets wider, more unruly, much more eager to get completely engulfed. Pre lines her bowels to help ease her along, and the drawn out squelch of dick sundering her rear only proves that she's leaking constantly in her pet, but it's scarcely enough when she reaches the thickest parts. Gentle humps, shallow thrusts and a playful rolling of the hips that not only widens the former Hunter out, but also makes her own rear sway and roll for Titaia, some lecherous grin forming on her face as she widens her stance just slightly. "Mh.. Need a little bit of help here mate~ Give me a push?"

 

 Titaia Onuava could not help but smile at the response from the simple touch, taking a step back and leaning against the table as the skilled Mistress began her masterful working of the Elven slut, eyes rolling over the pair, hard to decide where to focus as the plump pale flesh giggled and bounce as it was handled pulling the gaze, tho the stark contrast of that burning red pre oozing fuckstick had it's own allure, marking and messing the soiled toy like no more than a plump living cum rag. Letting her gaze dance and bounce between the beautiful lustfilled dance in front of her, slightly entranced by the swaying and swinging of the pendulous cum soaked orbs between her hosts legs as she ground into the other, adding only to the mouth watering winking entrance that had that primal aura and that swollen clit causing her to lick her lips like a starved hound. Every piece of the sight in front of her fought for her full attention causing her to look about with a greedy gaze and causing that monstrous womanhood to swell and present itself.

 

Just over two feet of uncut human shaped shecock presented itself like a glorious pole from betwixt the Minotaur's legs, her hand instinctively reaching down to stroke from base to tip pulling back the forskin to reveal the swollen bulbous tip, the girth was easily that of a muscular human's forearm, sure to destroy any small creature bold enough to try and take it, but sure to even stretch the host's begging cunt. Reaching forward with a much more firm slap to that fat ass she pressed her hips to the backside of Holly, wedging that cock between the cheeks of the other, reaching around the pair to grab the chair and ram forward. Those monstrously powerful hips driving the pair forward hard enough to easily pin the elf into the chair and in the process force as much of Holly into the Elf that her body could physically take. Smirking as she pinned them both under herself, grinding her hips against that tight ass and stroking her cock greedily. "How's she feel?"

 

 Good Hunter knew her body was for lovemaking--no. Fucking! Lovemaking was for smart mistresses, fucking was for the little Broodslut elf! The echo of a thought made her giggle even as her Mistress positioned herself behind her. She groaned wantonly, aching, needing to be filled...she knew she was only proper when there was a fat prick in her, so the sooner, the better! Not to say she didn't savor every single second Holly spent groping, teasing, toying with her ass - all that plush, billowy flesh just HAD to be kneaded and toyed with. She was a living toy, after all! But after that minute, she dug her fingers into the chair and meweled in ecstasy as the mark was found - her tight little pucker feeling that almost-white-hot heat of cock against it, that molten pre the best sort of lube any whore could hope for! She whimpered and wriggled her rear as she finally began to press inward. She let out a high-pitched, long, absolutely WANTON moan of discomforted delight, her narrow little fuckhole a perfect, so very tight sleeve for every hammering inch of cock. She shudders and pants, eyes wide as inch after inch presses into her bowels, that pre only slightly easing her in......and that was before Titaia 'helped.' The sudden lurch would be unexpected...but she'd take it all! She had to! She was her Mistress' horny little fuckpet!

 

 Holly Cameltoe wasn't exactly the most whorish of beings. She absolutely adored a woman in charge of course, and the rough grip on her ass made her shudder in delight. What she wasn't prepared for was that woman slamming that cock in to the hilt all at once. Eyes vaguely recognize a shadow being cast over her as she reached out for the chair before a flash of white takes her vision. They can hear her letting out a breathless, gurgling grunt as the back of her womb is punched by that hefty intruder, the bulge of distend fur tickling against the Broodmother's back while she's forced to hilt a willing hole herself.  The reindeer's insides are velvety soft and sopping wet. Folds caress and stroke that mighty dick almost halfway up before womb takes over with spongey, spasming softness. She's like some molten furnace with how warm she is, and it's only made more pleasurable by the viscous ooze that's slowly milked by that hammering rod, gushing out in thick gouts and spilling down against the cleavage of their nuts. She's matured, well trained and oh so inviting though. Already she begins to work as if on instinct, clamping down right against the base while letting slow, rolling ripples massage up towards the tip, her inner sanctum clenching and spasming in much the same way to try to mold to that uncut slab of meat. She can feel the hammering of not only the herms heart beat, but also the residual tremble from her dick so crudely lodged within the bowels of the former Huntress.

 

For the Whore, that experience is one of relentless rigidity. Her shaft is hard, even bulging now with the dual sided pleasure. Veins the size of fingers start to snake across while still inside, every pleasurable thrum of delight making them hammer in some staccado rhythm that only denotes a frenzied wave of bliss already approaching. Even her knot begins to inflate. Not naturally, like some well worked stud claiming the prize of marking their new cow. It's like a being enraptured with spine tingling bliss that nearly rends the mind in twain. Like some being torn between agonizing pain and utter, pure pleasure. "Guuh!.. F-fuuck...~ Y-ycoulda went a bit slow... Hnnnnhh~" She's already tying herself to the Broodmother, pumping pint after pint of pre jizz into her guts while the gentle working of her hips only alots her an inch or so of movement, something that's made even more cumbersome thanks to her knot tugging against that anal entrance. Balls are tensed already, as tough as boulders and visibly quivering as they begin to prime themselves, breasts leaking a creamy treat that's wasted on the back of the snow white bimbo beneath her. Hands shakily move, wrapping around her midsection, half to grope and knead her own cock through that stomach and half to keep herself tethered to conscious thought, wheezes and huffs already starting to flow from a raspy throat. "G-go nuts... Gonna be cumming soon anyway..~"

 

 Titaia Onuava let out a throaty moan, pressing her breasts to the back of the other, perked pleasure peaks rubbed roughly against the soft fur of her new friend, hostess, and now cock sheath, which was a wonderful feeling knowing that rather than having her cock wasted on the innards of some wanton whore, today she was graced by what had to be the most wonderful cunt she had ever felt and with it from another Mistress no less. Her entire cock wrapped deep inside by two very different sensations each with their own levels of extacy, only to be complimented by the feeling of Holly's wonderful honey dripping down her orbs, radiating the same heat that pushed into her cock causing a slight shiver. "I could go nuts, just pound away until you fill that whore like a balloon, but where is the fun in that."

 

Rubbing over her hips and up her sides with soft hands, reaching around to grip and squeeze those milky breasts, fingers gripping and tweaking her leaking nipples to spray all over that pale back. Her hips stroking ever so slightly, gyrating to rub and feel every nook and cranny of that heat filled dripping cunt. "Really I'd much rather just feel you fuck yourself while you bang the life out of your little fuck puppet, just let me enjoy your body rock, pump, and squeeze my cock fucking yourself. I think the experience of you dominating your little whore while be a nice dripping bottom bitch for me is rather exciting don't you? Or would you rather I just mount and in essence pound you both into a drooling cum filled nirvana?"

 

 Good Hunter was definitely approaching that 'cum-filled nirvana.' Her tongue lazed out of her mouth, which was hanging agape in raw, untamed pleasure. She was a cocksleeve, a cumwhore, a Broodmother - all of those and more. Every rut against her plush ass sent her entire body jiggling with the force of impact. She groaned aloud, her first real word since the minotaur had arrived due to all of the hot, pure spunk pouring into her guts, her voice lilting and impish, "FuuuuuuuuUUUUUuuuck~!" This was, of course, thanks to that pulsing, swelling, growing knot within her formerly virgin-tight bum. She knew that much already from experience: the knot meant more and more perfectly magnificent cum within her! And she wanted nothing more - even if she did delight in the sickly sweet stuff dripping onto her back. She groaned, trying to arch her back and remain steady even as her Mistress reached around to jerk herself off, those furred fingers gripping through her slightly pudged stomach, around that distended, very visible bulge through her flesh. She shuddered, her own minty delight absolutely pouring down her thighs~

 

 Holly Cameltoe was still trembling, and the woman behind nor the woman infront were doing nothing besides making those shaking fits worse. The gentle touch on her hips causes muscle spasms, fluttering little ripples that not only cause her legs to scrape and tap against the floor incessantly whenever she feels as if she'd lose her standing, but also causing those airy, tender sensations to ripple through her love tunnel as well, the power hidden beneath her pudgy frame compressing and working that cock over without relent. Back arches just slightly, hips starting to sway and wag as breasts are kneaded. They're filled with some liquid weight that can be felt sloshing and churning about with every hungry squeeze, nipples flattening underneath that assault as milk is forcibly hosed down onto the fuck sleeve below. Her insides seem to shift with every slow rock of the minotaur's hips, some odd pressure moved aside whenever she digs deeper, some needy, cum hungry clench starting up whenever she tries to pull out. It's all accompanied by the lurid [b]SCHRLP SHLLOP SKRRCTH[/b] of an over flowing cunt dribbling out over oversized dick, basting nuts down with it's presence and, eventually,  starting to cause that holly jolly magic to spread through them. "Hiiiee~ Y-you drive a h-h-haaaauuuu~ H-hard bargain~"

 

Her head dips down lower, her ass pushing back insistently against those hips, enough that thighs and rear are flattened against the muscular woman above, urging her back while the woman below struggles to keep her eyes from crossing. "E-eahsh bahk a few inshes...~" Edging was never her strong suit, and now her mind was starting to grow just as sloppy as her slavering fuck tunnel. Mouth is torn between moaning out like a bitch and actually formulating words, limbs screaming for her to stop and take it like a good bitch instead of work even more. "Yuuh wahnnah seeh mi fuhk mahself?~" Ass raises, dragging the poor Broodmother with her those few inches, only to dip down slowly again, causing a shuddering groan to ripple out from Holly's mouth. Side to side comes next, the puffball she calls a tail following every motion lazily. Pussy can only squeeze and caress at awkward angles, one side putting a swampy, slimy pressure on that length while the other gives it just the barest hint of slack, only for the sensation of a countless amount of folds stroking, caressing and slobbering against that length independent of eachother to roll down on Titaia when she shifts to the other side. The feeling is made to draw out and lengthen as she starts to guide herself in a slight circle, tugging against the sphincter below when she pulls up, nudging about in her insides and poking every sensitive nerve, completely coating her walls in pre before dipping back down, ironing out recently made wrinkles. "Ahm guhhna fuhk mahself~"

 

 Titaia Onuava eased herself back a bit, leaning in to kiss the other on the back of the neck, letting her mind finally soak in the intense pleasure of that ungoldly cunt, the way it moved, pulled, and milked at her length was unreal, never having felt anything close. Hands kneading and milking to heavy breasts, squeezing her nipples ro shower the elf below. "Oh you're gonna fuck yourself? My how the mighty have fallen to their hidden desires. Breaking the Elf only to show her that when the right sort of woman comes along you are just as cum hungry as she is... But then again maybe it's just because no one is well equipped enough, or brave enough to sink into this divine cunt and give you a dicking worth drooling over. So, my drooling fucksocket, if that's what you want then that's what you are gonna get."

 

Taking full control the Bull Queen hefted the pair over to the bed, clear that large body had immense strength with the ease she moved the knotted pair over to the bed. With little care for the Elf's safety she bent Holly over and stuffed her face down onto it, likely crushing her cocksleeve a bit in the process. Letting go she reach back and landed a pair of quick hard strikes, one to each of those plump jiggling cheeks, watching them bounce and wobble against her, giving a few no hands thrusts into that gushing pussy. "Now, I want you to cum as many times and as hard as you like, because when I finally hit mine inside of this perfect womb of yours I'm not gonna stop and edge, I'm gonna blow until you swell up like a mother about to give birth!" She threatened before grabbing onto Holly's antlers, as they are clearly the perfect handles in this position, and began to savage her, using only half of her near two feet of girth cock, pistoning deep into that sopping cunt and womb, hammering away with enough power to slam the bed into the wall with each thrust, not holding back because she knew the mistress could take it, and not caring how hard the bimbo elf took the subsequent pounding from the cock splitting her ass. Her own cock gushing pre into Holly with each brutal pump.

 

 Good Hunter didn't need to be considered, she didn't need to be tended to! She was broken, trained, and hungry - that there was cock and cum within her was all that mattered to her - Holly had fucked everything else away. That did not mean, though, she didn't feel the discomfort as she was lifted ever so slightly and dropped as her Mistress played with herself while the pale, bubbly creature was still speared on that knot. The former Huntress only panted and groaned, a drooling, sopping mess of delight and lust as she got on her toes to try and lift as well, before the dropping, still just savoring in all the pre oozing into her, the short, but stoccatto and fun ruts against her pale ass....

 

And then they were moving. This wasn't something she'd expected - though her expectations were already set low. One moment she was hunched over a chair, the next...she was airborne, skewered and heading toward the stained bed they'd ruined not long before. She let out a squeak of delight and pain as she was shoved down, quickly scrambling into a position to maximize their pleasure. Her legs splayed out as she was pressed HARD against the bed, half crushed, her pale little head near the opposite end of the bed. Her hands scrambled, before finding their way down over her own body - one slipping down over her chub to work a few digits into her sopping sex, the other groping her engorged breasts - her Mistress hadn't drinken of them yet, nor had she...but oh tthey were so fun to play with - almost enough to ignore the discomfort of being pinned! Almost.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: Muscles tense the moment she feels herself lifted up, her entire body clamping down like some compactor and damn near chopping that dick clean off. The sensation of being lifted, the pleasure of being shifted, the strain of her hilted cock being tugged down by the weight of her slut. They all mingled in her mind and scattered thoughts to the wind. Her jaw hangs slack, tongue rolled out and dribbling against her chest, pupils constricting as a few tears bead at the edges of her eyes. Only when she's pinned down does she finally come to again, her knot now a few inches over sized, her dick almost tickling her slut's stomach, her pussy just barely starting to relax. Then she thrusts.

 

Something in her mind snaps from that. She'd taken bigger dicks before countless times. She'd been fucked into oblivion in her past life, and a few people came close in this one. But this was different. She never had two sources of pleasure at once. She never had someone to claim while she was claimed. To her, the snapping, rattling and thudding of wood against wood sounded like sweet jingling in her ears. Every mighty slam of unwieldy fuck meat into the back of her womb made eggs drop like snowflakes to coat the inside, ovaries forced into some care free overproduction as pleasure works through every facet of her mind. Cunt, so thoroughly trained, so well used, so ingrained in drawing out pleasure that, even with Holly on the fringes of unconsciousness, it works in a set rhythm paced by Titaia's ruthless sawing. A push inside causes her to relax for the few seconds that dick isn't already bottomed out, allowing her to glide in easily, to warm that foot of dick flesh that was oh so carelessly exposed to something other than pussy, tickling against her and entreating her to keep herself lodged inside. A withdrawal causes a sudden tightening, an almost suction like clench that provides pounds of tensile force to keep her from moving too far away. What was once the loving caress of tongues turns into the voracious slurping of lips, her mons distending and stretching just to cling to that cock more, fem cum splattering against her every time. Still, that's only half of what such an act brings.

 

Cumming. It's a word that normally denotes the act of her breeding sluts like the former Huntress. Now it was used as a faint little description of her balls working into a frenzied overtime to produce as much as she receives. Guided by pleasure alone, her body uses any energy not used to keep her dick hard, keep that pussy wet and keep her from dying to produce seed and funnel it out. By now, her dick is a grotesque monster of it's former self. Veins line nearly every inch. Knot is actually a full watermelon sized swell inside the poor Broodmother's rectum. Jizz slit is now some sultry O that seems to get gaped by the intense pressure rippling through. Jizm fountains out, the first of it so dense, so powerfully released, so congealing that it actually pierces the woman's stomach before splattering in some odd angle against her stomach lining it's almost like liquid cement, and it rushes out in hurried quarts that only makes the comparison deadly accurate. Intestines are bloated in no time, organs force to once again rearrange as the mighty clog of her cum begins to bubble up into stomach. Acids are surpressed, snuffed out completely and made into nothing but broth for the mighty soup boiling up in the pale skinned jizz trough's gut. It's not long till she's swollen again, though now there's only seconds past her being only slightly bloated and 9 months along with quintuplets. 5 seconds? Her windpipe is starting to get seeded as well. She can feel every over active, over sized, hyper charged tadpole squirming against spongey flesh, clogging up wind pipe, filling lungs and clogging sinuses before, finally, her mouth is subjected to the taste. It's surprisingly nice compared to the reality of the situation. Cookies, made from scratch and baked perfectly with some cinnamon flavoring. She's filled. There's no more space. So what other option is there but to have that molten load shoot out of unused orifices.

 

 Good Hunter had been left with one desire before, when she'd gone from fearsome, lithe, slayer of beasts to bouncing, dumb, soft gobbler of cocks: to be filled. Save for having something stuffing her cunt at the same time, what happened was the absolute apex of it. Whatever holly jolly slutmagic that had been worked on her was almost certainly what was keeping her alive during her Mistress' climax. That was the only way her organs moved the hell out of the way, how everything STRETCHED to the very limits and still had some room to go, and how her mind shattered yet again as more and more and MORE of her delight oozed hot and heavy from between her fingers and down her thighs....and that was before the flood came. She could feel it flowing through her, her every single space being filled from below, rushing upward, rushing outward. Her eyes rolled, her tongue hanging out almost in anticipation - her body knew better than her mind did, and she crammed as many fingers as she could into her whorish cunt just in time. She coughed, her windpipe suddenly absolutely FULL of splooge as there...simply was no space. Her stomach was swelling, swelling and rising - and being pinned beneath the two of them she had to fall back, settling on her knees - ass properly skewered on impossible reindeer dick while she became a living cum balloon! From her nose, her mouth, she was a geyser of the hot, dripping, strangely sweet and delicious baby batter - hacking up whatever she could, letting it flow down her chin, coating her entire torso - mixing with whatever was being worked from her breast with her free hand to make the entire bed smell like a christmas bakery. SHe grabbed a stray breath every time there was a bubble, a moment before more and more blew out of her. She was settled, trapped under the weight of her inflated body, absolutely lost in bliss~

 

 Titaia Onuava moaned loudly at the shift, focused so much on proving the point of who was on top in this particular situation that the wondrous feeling of that amazing cunt was numbed to her mind, by sheer force of will she did all she could to ignore it for the time being. In that moment the only objective, the only reason to live, nay, her destiny, was to use every last inch of her she-cock to pound and abused this Reindeer's pussy til breathing had to be done manually, the only goal was to fuck her stupid if not altogether unconscious. Not satisfied with with merely pounding her into climax...

 

But it was already far too late, feeling the body quake under her, feeling every fiber of Holly's being shift into an orgasm so powerful it nearly shocked someone who had grown a reputation as a Goddess of Lewd behavior, the feeling of that massive cock turning into an absolute cumhose, filling the elven slut to the point where it raised the Reindeer up off the bed by pure volume alone, the shaking and spasming of it all was a beautiful sight to behold, as well as feel the effects of, not until see the spout of seed being spewed from the Elf did she fully realize exactly how much was being churned out, a truely impressive sight.

 

And this was before she realized exactly what was happening on the side more intimate with herself, that strange feeling of active ovulation in such a rapid fashion had not been felt since an encounter she had with a Spider Monster Girl. Pumping away without a care or remorse for either of her partners that singular goal was clear. Pulling both hands from Holly's Antlers she let her fall down onto her bloated cumspewing elven cumballoon. Each hand moving swiftly with a trained purpose in mind. The first wrapped around, forcing it's way up and under those hyperactive cumfactories, planting two digits firmly onto that swollen clit she began to roughly rub against the engorged pleasure button, stoking hard in time with her thrusts, while the other had a more devious purpose. Quickly scooping up some of the mess pumped out of that heavenly snatch, she quickly lubed her fingers before drilling them into that mouth watering pucker, slamming in past the second knuckle before hooking inwards, stroking around swiftly before hitting the spot she was looking for, both hands working in unison to pump hard against her clit and prostate, focusing so hard to work both nerve bundles and fuck at such great speed and ferocity made the task of ignoring ones pleasure much harder which failed to hold back the tide.

 

Through it all her climax hit like a tidal wave, all they ignored pleasure from Holly's skilled body slammed into her mind, any hope of holding back was gone as he cock erupted like a fire hose instantly flooding her womb, spraying forth with such force that her ovaries would be instantly filled and bloated open, each second that passed would pour fourth a tide of potent Bullcum, filling every inch of space it could find and swelling outwards, tho without a knot this just caused it to spill fourth around her cock. Pressed hard against Holly the torrent of cum would gush fourth in everydirection between the mashed flesh and fur, gushing up her ass and down their legs, both set of orbs coated in a slop of mixed fluids as it began to pool all over the floor, coating the end of the bed and leaving a puddle as liter after liter raced out of her churning orbs and forced it's way out of Holly.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: There's no sort of real description to what happens when that minotaur began to selectively pleasure Holly. If she were trying to coax out more femcum, she'd find that the deer was already at her peak. But when it came to that prostate, she was far from done producing. The first thing she notices is how utterly strained that pucker is. Even with the sludge coating her fingers, it feels like she was trying to jab a brick wall the first time she pushed in, only parting enough so that those fingers can push in to the first knuckle on the next, then finally swallowing them down and hungrily convulsing, begging her to dig in up to her palm. The next thing she'd notice is the consistency and heat of those walls could only be described as some super roasted marshmallow. Bowels cling to her perfectly, actually warping against the miniscule valleys of fingers still not properly lodged inside like some perfect little socket. Finally, there is her prostate. The average one could only be felt out by a bit of prodding and some attentive detail to a partner. At the moment she began to search for Holly's, she'd find that it was some near plum sized lump that hammers powerful, steady and oh so fiercely. It actually contracts a few inches when she first pushes against it, only to swell back up again with such force that there's almost an audible little squelch from that movement. Nudging against it causes an insatiate whine from the reindeer, followed by a truly animalistic bray as the already firehose worthy cumshot turns into the Old Faithful of insemination. Cum shoots out so powerfully, so thoroughly that it forcibly pops the Broodmother's jaw, splattering against the wall she faces and pushing the bed back a few inches with the goddess along with it, causing paneling to curl and scrape from sheer propulsion alone. She'd probably be able to control the flow with a bit of effort. Some lewd new design for a sleigh to travel across the world may be invented at this very moment!

 

Of course, where cum is so pitifully wasted, it also must be received with the utmost of reverence. The second the first drop hits her, the moment that first cell finds it's egg, Holly tightens again. How else would you take a goddess's gift? Her muscles contract almost painfully against the minotaur, like all those lips and tongues suddenly gained some lead coat of lipstick, backing up her shaft and forcing cum to brew for seconds at a time while the worked. Her load is processed mechanically. The slow, rolling massages from base to tip makes sure every pint goes un interrupted to it's source. The first claims the eggs already dropped and produced, filling that womb with a layer of spunk that will surely overtake her soon. The next is pushed up into those tubes, filtered and distilled for nothing but the rawest, most potent tadpoles to claim the yet to be made cradles of life. While ovum are bloated to capacity, womb kisses down and clamps to make sure that the brunt of that seed is left to ferment within her. It's not till those egg sacs are the size of oranges does her body start to give out and simply let all that cum flow in as it pleases, and even then some wild and frenzied molestation of dick meat to pump even the dredges of her seed out continues to rain down, like a million, greased up, delicate, slender fingers thrum against her, wrap and press with the precision of some doctor in order to stimulate, exercise and completely engross that breeding pump into it's maximum potential.

 

 Good Hunter opts to pass her turn due to diminishing consciousness via being a living cumhose~

 

 Titaia Onuava felt every last drop of her seed be milked, massaged, stroked, sucked, and pulled out of her cock by that magical Christmas cunt, feeling pleasure to levels only dreamed up with an orgasm so intense and fully satisfying to the core that for the first time in many years her knees quivered to the point of nearly falling over before catching herself. Wrapping her arms around Holly as the last spasm of her cock shot off it's dying load within, leaving her cock to pulse strongly within the vice like cunt of the Reindeer, basking in the afterglow. The feeling of all the mixed sticky fuck sludge that was pumped forth from all the involved parties was so disgusting is was impressive, the air was thick with sex one would thing a world record orgy was held in the room, and it was amazing.

 

Hand slowly rubbing up and down Holly's sides as she kissed softly at the back of her neck between heavy breaths, raising up slowly to realize her breasts had been leaking leaving milk trails all over her back and down her sides with a soft chuckle. "That...th-that... Fuck I don't have the words." She stammered out, feeling her body shaking harder than it ever had before, steadying herself while rubbing at the Woman she refused to remove her cock from.

 

 Holly Cameltoe was out of it really. Cock still lets out cum of course, though what would usually be a dribble is now still her regular load for quite some time, and with how much her prostate would have to wind down into normalcy, her custom made jizz socket would probably have at least a blessed half a day before she was anywhere near ready to pull out, at least not without help. Her cunt is still twitching on autopilot, though that's winding down as well. Not exactly going slack per say, but simply returning to it's normal tightness which, for all intents anr purposes, would probably feel like some lifeless sleeve compared to how utterly active it was just seconds before. The touch on her body helps in bringing her to her senses. Weak brays start to turn into ladylike groans soon enough, and what was once a now completely spent body begins to twitch and shudder with every kiss. Eyes flicker back into her skull, pupils still so far gone that they look like simple, albeit glowing, scarlet pools, and sometimes her mouth manages to close, though it pins her fat, dribbling tongue inbetween teeth at every pass. Without a rousing touch, she'd probably be lying there for a few hours, and even then it'd be a few more before she could walk properly. Disregarding the weight of her cock warmer, of course.

 

 Good Hunter is something less than conscious, but not quite out cold. She had...glimpses of something....something oh so great. She was still tight, still exceptionally skewered on that cock while still gargling up excess jizz. It was a nice, standardized process now - eyes crossed and up, jaw distended, gasping in every few moments between spurts, and then wretching up more cum. THere was simply no more room within her body. She twitched every so often, the rest of her body limp and hole properly locked around her Mistress' fuckpole. She gurgled appreciatively, resting on her knees and her cum-bloated belly. Full term with quintuplets? Hah, her Mistress underestimated...she looked like she was carrying octuplets at this point with just how much spunk was within her. Still, her arms twitched, and she rested them on her grand dome, giggling and gurgling dumbly.

 

 Titaia Onuava smiled to herself at the sight before her, happy to be one of the more conscious members of the pile, she happily cuddled against Holly for the time being, rubbing at her sides and basking in the afterglow of what would have to be one of the most intense nights of fucking in her life.