FFTA: Grimoire of Lust

 Black Mage Margaux: The gentle creak of a wooden doorway opening filled the room, the Black Mage stepping inside with a soft sigh of fatigue. Removing her rather sizable headwear from her blonde locks, the girl set the hefty hat atop one of the room's two queen-sized beds. Stepping towards the room's window, she pressed a palm against the cool glass, looking outside at the falling snow against the ground, a little frown on her face. Wintertime was hardly her favorite time of year; the low temperature, the way snow clung to shoes and made such messy tracks, but most of all the conditions preventing exploration without getting a cold. The several inches sticking to the ground would be putting a damper on her plans for developing any inspiration for new spells for some time to come, that was for certain. Still, it wasn't all bad. Danny and Eliza had been rather thrilled to have time together, noting that the timing couldn't be better given that it was Christmas Eve. She supposed at the very least she could take a small nap before helping them prepare for their family get-together tomorrow, taking a seat on her bed as she sprawled backwards, her mind swimming with thoughts about how to best spend her day with her two siblings, the both of which occupied downstairs at present.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: It had been happening fairly recently these days, enough to circulate a bit of a rumor throughout the clans and guilds, eventually reaching to even the quaintest homes of Ivalice. Grimorie wielders  began to pop up, though the beings beyond the rift that their mystic tomes correspond to seemed to be placated enough that they don't appear. Perhaps it was because of that legendary clan sporting one of the most powerful Humes the land has known and their quest, but now these interdimensonal beings were able to come and go as they pleased, so long as they met the requirements of the tomes that brought them here. One such being was transported in the yard of the delightful, Hume home.

 

A mighty pillar of light shines through the silverish clouds in the sky, parting them and the snow on the ground in some mighty, cleared out patch of verdant green, only to disappear once the being brought by it was safely placed on the ground. Sprawled out in the minuscule clearing was some mighty deer, anthropomorphic in nature and only barely clad in some odd clothing. It seemed to be of the land's, like most such rift travelers are adorned with, but it seems... small on her. A modified, white robe half covers her torso, too skimpy to actually wrap around her wholly nor reach down past her hips, leaving a sliver of her middle exposed, just barely reaching together near her collarbone to keep her breasts from being completely on display. A pair of red shorts adorn her hips, though they too seem to be a size too small for her. The luscious, womanly curves she sports are dug into by it, fur dimpled and ruffled near the seams while her groin is almost completely outlined, some mighty bulge threatening to tear her bottoms in two while the two more than noticeable lumps below it seem to struggle in their confines. And of course, at her side and strapped to some odd space in her robes is what appears to be a book, still glowing with it's mystical power as the owner starts to come to. She barely sits up, a hand brought up to her head as she winces.

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 Black Mage Margaux: With the somewhat blinding snowfall and the way the house was nestled into the woods, there was little chance for any passersby to see that radiant pillar of light descend from on high. Certainly, the Blue and White Mages milling about took no notice, the brother and sister duo heaving firewood into the living room's fireplace, their backs to the window as they hauled the sizable logs onto the roaring flames. But the one mage laying within her room, staring up at the ceiling happened to witness that radiant flash, sitting up with a curious quirk of a brow as she glanced towards the window. Had she been seeing things? Glancing outside once more, the woman placed her palms against the windowpane as she stared outside... and gasped as she was met with a curious sight!

 

Laying against the grass outside was a strange being, obviously not human but also unlike anything she'd ever seen in Ivalice. It seemed to be a deer of some sort, but more humanoid, Margaux's eyes trailing over the odd being curiously. From the way she'd just appeared, it was likely she was another of those otherworlders that were popping up here and there lately, her clothing quite clearly not fit for the weather she found herself in even with such thick fur. As the blonde enchantress began to turn on her heel, a hint of movement from the fallen woman caught the corner of her eyes, keeping her rooted in place. As the deer-like woman rose to a more seated position, making herself much more visible to the magess, Margaux couldn't help but notice the interesting tome she seemed to be carrying, her eyes going a bit wider at the sight. But, much more pressingly, something seemed to be straining at the stranger's clothes, threatening to tear the garments apart. Opening the sizable window, the unpleasant cold of outside drifting in through the cabin. Giving a little wince as she was exposed to the elements, the girl disappeared from the window for a moment, returning moments later with an emergency ladder in hand, securing its topmost end against the sill of her window before lowering the bottom into the snow. "Need some help?" she called out, not quite certain whether the woman could stand on her own.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: Snow begins to quickly fill in the space left by her arrival, deafening the crunch of powdery white as she manages to get on her feet and almost stifling the sound of those words. Her ears twitch though, and almost immediately the woman swivels her head to the nearby house with a startled gaze. The slight chill settles in next though, and while she's obviously not as disturbed by it as most would be, it does cause her to look down at her clothing, something of a dissatisfied huff rolling from her afterwards. She stares up at the ladder being lowered, then back towards the white expanse behind her and shrugs, giving a wave to the looker in the window before trotting through the snow. She's tall, and while before she seemed to be disoriented, it doesn't take long to reorient herself as she's already skipping more than a few rungs as she makes her way upwards, pausing only when she manages to get to the top. Her body is a lot more curvaceous up close, a fact that's only shown by the lack of coverage of her outfit. The wind causes her robe to pick up and flutter on occasion, showing the briefest glimpses of what appears to be some red and white wrapping around her chest, one that causes sumptuous breasts to dimple and floss the cloth around it, areola and even nipples briefly flashed from how oddly it fits. Her waist is somewhat slender, showing off the fertile curves of her hips even more, and while there is no real definition to her body, the slight strain of the wood combined with the ease of her ascension is testament to at least some of her physical prowess. A pearly white grin is sported to the mage, arms folded on the window seal as she leans forward and peers about within her room, hungrily drinking in her form as well. "Thanks... Uhh, no way to tell me where this is, is there? Doesn't seem familiar at all.."

 

 Black Mage Margaux: Relief filled her veins as the cervine woman began to rise to a standing position, the blonde's smile warm as she watched the strange move towards their home. It was rather fortunate that she'd managed to land so close to shelter, she mused to herself, eyes remaining on the anthro's form as she quickly began to move up the ladder. The surprising speed at which she cleared the rungs brought a slight rise of Margaux's eyebrows, the mage clearly impressed at how easily she'd managed to shake off the unusual situation. But there was so much more to be impressed with, she soon found, the sizable form of the stranger appearing in the window right before her, giving her a good view of that busty body up close. Her eyes lingered on those sizable mounds, swallowing lightly at just how much of those generous curves were exposed to the eyes. The howling winds only served to give a better glimpse of that delicious body, the mage getting a feeling there was perhaps more a hint of muscle under all of that fur. It was only when her eyes trailed up to the other woman's face that she realized she'd been caught staring. And she hardly seemed to be the only one she noticed, the corner of the mage's lips turning up at that. She certainly couldn't have been too bad off if she was eyeing others that way. "Targ Wood in Ivalice, specifically the Jylland continent," she explained, stepping backwards to give her guest room to enter.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: "I-.. Ivalice? Jylland?" Her explanation is only met with a blank gaze, though soon enough she's shuffling inside, climbing up enough to shove her hooves in first before letting the rest of her slip inside, standing up straight and giving another cursory glimpse around the room. "That first one rings a bell but... Hmmh.. Where have I heard it before?" One hand rises to the end of her mug, just barely stroking the fur on her chin between her fingers while another moves to plant on her hip, only to brush against the mighty tome in her robe. It makes her pause for a moment, then undo the clasps binding it just so she could study it more closely, checking the leather-bound spine and cover before flipping through the pages. "The book here really does seem familiar too, but the pages are blank... Ah!" She closes it with one hand and snaps her fingers, turning to the mage before her with a little gleam in her eyes. "Ivalice as in Final Fantasy, right?! With uhh.. uhm... Dalmasca! And err... The Judges! Those things are here, right?"

 

 Black Mage Margaux: Moving to Holly's side to shut the window, leaving the ladder outside for the moment, the black mage gave a curious look downwards to her guest's feet, the sight of those hooves only making her more curious as to the woman's world of origin. She'd begun to speak up, though whether to ask or answer a question went unknown as the cervine seemed to recall the tome at her side. Glancing over the shoulder of the furred beauty, the blonde gave a curious look at the pages, surprised to see... nothing. Absolutely nothing at all! Frowning a bit at that, the woman's attention diverted back upwards as an epiphany was reached, the deer seeming quite excited suddenly as she shared her query. "Ah... Yes, the very one and the same. Though, I'm... not quite sure what you mean by Final Fantasy."

 

 Holly Cameltoe: Eyes widen at the confirmation, jaw dropping in surprise as she stares down at the book, then back up at the mage with a bit of genuine excitement. "Woah~ Wow, this is somethin else... ah, forget the Final Fantasy thing by the way!" Without once letting go of her book, she immediately stalks around the gal, leaning down low enough to be eye level with her despite the difference in height, shamelessly peering over every inch of her form as best as she can manage. "Still, this oughta be fun... Hmh, I guess that kid would've lucked out if I actually delivered his present..." After a couple laps around the gal, Holly extends a hand, her gentle, fuzzy palm slowly cupping against the woman's cheek, brushing aside a lock of her hair while letting fingers tenderly trace along the curve of her face. They're delicate, and the fur on her fingers seem to be exceptionally yielding and well kept, almost silken to the touch. The woman radiates heat, and the longer she keeps her hand on the mage, the more that sorceress can feel the radiating pulsations of her toasty refugee rolling over her frame. "Hrmh... Ah! Wait, if this is Ivalice..." She draws her hand back again and shows off the book, holding it aloft and pointing to it. "You must have heard about this before, right? Two guys have had this... Uhh... one was.. Ma... Mar... March something. The other had a last name of Clemmens! They came here and went back using one of these, right?"

 

 Black Mage Margaux: To say that she was confused would have been an understatement, the blonde staring dumbfounded at her excited guest, offering a small tilt of her head in confusion. "Consider it forgotten," she offered with befuddlement as they came face to face, her eyes coming to rest on Holly's own. She couldn't help feeling a little naked as the other woman stared her over, as if looking for something specific. The mention of 'fun' did give her a few ideas as to what her guest was after, however, a hint of amusement on the blonde's features. Patiently standing in place as she was stalked around, that intent gaze poring over every inch of her body, the magess couldn't help but wonder if Holly was lost in her own thoughts, the casual stroking of the sorceress' cheeks only seeming to confirm just that. The pleasant heat spilling across her flesh was rather nice, helping to ward off the unfriendly cold that had filled the room not too long ago. The withdrawal of that pleasing palm brought a small pout to Margaux's lips, though she quickly composed herself, getting another look at the curious tome held before her. "That name doesn't strike me as familiar. Although, I seem to recall hearing about some clan involved with some curious book a while back. Gully, or something of the sort." She nodded gently, musing to herself that the name sounded correct. "If your reason for being here is something of this sort though, you might try questioning my brother. He'd know a bit about the subject."

 

 Holly Cameltoe: The deer breaks out into a broad, face splitting grin at even that slightest hint of recognition, pumping a fist in the air and almost jumping for joy. "That seals it then! Haha, cant believe I'm in Ivalice! Hmm, I wonder if I can travel across the world before I get sent back? I wonder what sort of people I'll meet.." Her eyes narrow just slightly, a more than noticeable glow taking them as she brings a hand down to clasp that book back into place, some lecherous little curve of her lips taking her once enthusiastic grin. "I wonder if there'll be any viera or gria on the way..~ Hnn, even a few cute humes would be..." Almost as if she forgot who 'rescued' her, she turns with an almost bewildered stare towards the mage, chuckling softly and gently stroking the back of her own head. "Aha, where are my manners. The name's Holly~" She moves her hand again, this time extending it towards her current shelter provider and giving the best smile she can manage, though even that is still tainted by some of her already brimming lust. "And you are?"

 

 Black Mage Margaux: The magess couldn't help but feel a bit curious as to what made Ivalice so special within her mind, watching silently as the deer began to chatter happily to herself aloud. The curious glow to her eyes brought a surprised look for the black mage, goosebumps breaking out along her skin at the rather hungry expression. There certainly seemed to be quite a bit of desire behind that gaze, the shift in attention to her host catching the blonde off guard for a moment. "A-ah... I was worried you'd forgotten about me," she laughed softly, reaching forward to gently grasp that outstretched hand, offering a firm squeeze as that gaze ran over her once more. "Margaux," she breathed out, her voice softer than it had been previously. She couldn't help but feeling a little cornered, quite suddenly, as though she'd been staring down the fiercest of hunters. Those eyes felt a bit... predatory, a little chill rolling up the smaller girl's spine.

 

 Holly Cameltoe squeezes her hand right back, though initially it's almost enough to be painful. She clenches steadily and draws the girl closer, peering down into her eyes with her own and studying them slowly, only to move onto her face and, as before, brings her spare hand up to idly stroke against it, though this time she manages to pinch her chin underneath forefinger and thumb to half tilt her head about. "Margaux..." Another grin and another flicker of her eyes finds her features before she lets go, plush lips pressed together while her arms fold underneath those heavy teats. Breast flesh spills over slightly, the curve of them now more prominently displayed against her robe while she stands up straight. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman..~ I guess I should take something from the fact that I landed here near you~" She stares around the room for a bit, though her words don't really stop. "I guess I should be heading towards... the Rubies? In the g- err. From what I've read, there's some old mage there that'll be able to tell me how to fill the book... But at the same time~" She leans forward again and stares her 'prey' down. "I also know that there's no real rush to this~ I can think of a few more things I'd like to fill first.. So how about it? Want to have a bit of fun before we figure out how to get me home?~"

 

 Black Mage Margaux winced slightly at the squeeze to her left hand, the reindeer's grip proving to be a bit stronger than she'd anticipated. Drawn in by that powerful form, Margaux glanced upwards, redness blossoming from her cheeks as she was handled by her rather forward guest. The pleasant warmth radiated through her body once more at that contact, the blonde feeling her knees wobble just a tad amidst the dizzying warmth. As contact separated once more, the sorceress had to take in a breath to calm herself, flushed from being thrice now inspected by the seemingly distracted reindeer. "I bet you say that to all the girls that rescue you from snowstorms," she teased half-heartedly, wondering just how she'd managed to become so shaken up by the other woman's touch alone. Dimly, she was aware the other was speaking about something or other, the moments passing mercifully slowly, enough so to let her regain enough of her composure. Just in time to see that hungry look fix itself upon her once more, her heartbeat racing with excitement under that desire filled gaze. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask~"

 

 Holly Cameltoe chuckles softly and saunters over to one of those impressive beds. Every step seems practiced, and with proper view of her backside now, the mage could see the rest of the furred woman's body. Her back is somewhat exposed by the short nature of her robe, most notably the small of her back where her tiny tuft of a tail manages to waggle into view. Sumptuous cheeks roll and sway with every little step, dug into and ground against by the scarlet red 'shorts' hugging her rear, dimpled as they shift in time with her movements. The view doesn't last for long though, as the doe promptly turns on her heels to plop herself down, spreading her legs and moving a hand up to undo the clasp of her top. "Mh... I'd say it's about as often as strangers allow me to plunder them in their own homes..~" The frock falls onto the sheets in a heap, and soon her bottoms are worked on next, an odd series of fumbling and shifting trying to free whatever behemoth is trapped within. "Come sit in my lap, cutie~ I can help you undress while I get a taste of your lips..~"

 

 Black Mage Margaux watched entranced as the buxom beauty stepped over to the bedside, noticing that adorable, little tail swishing about for the first time. Perhaps the only thing little about her, the sway of that generous backside making her bite her lip in desire, the motions of that body oozing with sensuality. As the vision of loveliness took a seat atop her bed, fiddling with her top, the mage found herself nodding obediently, stepping forward to obey that gentle order. Her eyes trailed down to the bulge she'd noticed earlier before, swallowing at the sight of it. Her earlier attention had been focused on the animated mannerisms of the quirky anthro; but with no such distractions diverting her gaze, she could appreciate just how sizable that girth truly was, the sight of it making her shiver in anticipation. Plunder didn't seem like a word powerful enough to convey just what was about to happen to her. The light steps of Margaux's boots echoed across the room, the blonde's eyes roaming over that beautiful body once more, taking in the full scope of her doe beau with an appreciative little grin as she stood at the bed's edge. Then, leaning forward against her soon to be lover, the mage slid against the powerful form of the half-nude cervine, one hand sliding upwards to trail across the silken fur of her cheek. Leaning in close, the hume's lips pressed all too eagerly against those of her guest's, a soft hum of desire spilling from her as her ample backside pressed against that sizable bulge.

 

 Holly Cameltoe meets her kiss with enthusiasm, no sooner than when their lips touched did her tongue spill out of her mouth to help show her affection. The odd combination of snout and mouth does provide a bit of a challenge, but the deer simply cants her head to the side to make up for it, barely sealing their maws together to allow drool and oral muscle to pass through. Her drool latherer is broad, powerful and wet, constantly smearing her viscous, almost syrup like saliva along the woman's lips and insides as it works it's way deeper. It's surely over a foot long, but she doesn't push past bloating poor Margaux's cheeks with it's length, letting it roll and flutter as she pleases. It's surprisingly dexterous, and with the mighty nodules of flesh she calls tastebuds scrubbing about, the mage finds her mouth marked down in no time at all. Heated, slimy and lurid, that drool only seems to pile up as her slimy limb twists one way, pinning her human tongue down under the weight, only to explore along the roof of her oral cavern with another little twirl. A roll here, and she finds her mouth stuffed with inches upon inches of the spongy muscle, though when she straightens back out again it's just barely tickling against her tonsils. Her breath smells heavily of mint, a fresh, crisp aroma that only seems to invigorate the senses as more and more of her potent slime is coaxed out from her, dribbling down their chins as Holly makes a mess of her partner's mouth.

 

Of course, all the while, her hands have been making a fair bit of leeway with her trousers, eventually snapping them open and allowing her bulging length to push out from her sheath. That leathery, jet black sleeve tightens at first, seeming to stiffen and bloat for mere seconds before engorged, scarlet red fuck flesh slowly pumps out, inch after inch. It's accompanied by a deluge of fragrant pre slime, something that's constantly added to as it continues to grow. Margaux can feel the heat beating through her own clothes, the constant, heavy thrumming of blood rushing through distend, finger thick veins accompanying the sensation as her crotch is made wet with Holly's arousal. The viscous sludge clings obstinately to crotch and flesh, forcing pants to shape around the vaguely canine length as it continues to surge forth. Every second brings on another few inches, the arm shaming girth only seeming to grow thicker and longer the more the hedoe indulges above. Hands swiftly move to wrap around the mage's waist, clenching hard into her sides and almost rolling her body atop that immense length while they kiss. She only breaks it to utter an almost primal "Strip..~" before continuing, just barely shifting her grip in an attempt to help.

 

 Black Mage Margaux was content with her lips pressed firmly against Holly's own, her hands sliding over that caramel fur possessively, her left hand still holding the lovely creature's jawline in place to ensure those kisses were properly aligned while the cool metal of her prosthetic hand gently trailed down the small of Holly's exposed backside, lightly rubbing along the spine of her dear guest. As the deer's maw began to part to allow that flexible muscle room to stretch, the mage's own maw began to move in kind, happily accepting that wriggling length home... and gasping softly as she felt that thick girth begin to push its way in, spilling an odd little substance across the innards of her mouth. The sorceresses' cheeks bulged, eyes likewise wide in surprise at the alien anatomy gently batting her tongue about her own maw, the decisive pin of her smaller muscle giving her a good taste of the substance spilling into her lips. It was thick, syrupy, as though she was drinking from a bottle of molasses, yet the taste was pleasantly sweet. Like apples, she thought to herself, cheeks flushing red with warmth as that invigorating taste covered her tastebuds. And oh, how she wanted more, an allowance that dear Holly was all too happy to make. As the sizable organ slithered over ever inch of her maw, worming its way towards the back of her throat with a few teasing flits to the roof of her mouth, the blonde found herself suckling all too eagerly at the thick muscle, her right arm simply holding the beauty against her as she imbibed happily on that pleasing taste.

 

Amidst the dizzying kiss, the young woman gave a soft murmur, aware of something stretching upwards betwixt her thighs. The warmth of her guest's fur had nothing on the swelling mass steadily burgeoning to a full height, a little quiver running through her lower body as her addled mind came to a slow realization. A drunken little giggle spilled outwards from those locked lips as the mage's nethers ground forwards, her undergarments dampening with arousal as she felt each telltale pulse run through that powerful pride, a promise of a pleasurable pounding to come. Yet her own wetness was miniscule compared to that of the lustful doe, pre-seed liberally spilling from that seemingly endless prick, painting her body with strings and beads of her prelude. As their lips parted, the lustful growl that drifted through the air was met with a dazed nod, Margaux shrugging off her cloak, giving a better view of her upper body, generous D cup bosoms stretching her black, strapless top. Raising her arms skyward, her metallic right arm glinting in the soft candelight of the bedroom, the girl reached downwards to tug that obstructive garment up over her tummy, followed by her bosoms, the bit of cloth soon laying in a heap against the floor along with her cloak and hat, the latter a victim of gravity amidst their torrid kisses. With her upper body now free, the blonde having foregone a bra over the course of the slow day, fingers trailed down to the waist of her poofy little shorts, tugging those garments down to her ankles as little shakes of her feet ensured her boots succumbed to Newton's Law as well. Before long, the only clothing the girl was left in was a tight hugging lacy, black number, thin enough that one could simply tug the fabric aside to avoid it impeding any 'business plans'.

 

 Holly Cameltoe continues to feed her that tongue and it's mystic brew, letting the excess spill where it may, more often than not dribbling down her chin and clinging to her neck as the shestag layers even more onto her beau's tongue. The first drop that spills into her gullet fills her with that same warmth that seems to exude from the furry shebeast, an inebriating sense of comfort that tingles through every single one of her nerves in slow, thorough radiations. It dulls the mind just barely as it assaults her, tickling her brain with the fuzzy delight, slowly snuffing out modesty and shame to only leave the unabashed lust and pleasure of the situation. It's only amplified when the hasty doe begins to nip and gnaw at the woman's lower lip when she finally settles back down from her disrobing, what should be a somewhat painful flattening of her tier only sending spikes of pleasure through her brain at every pass. With her mostly nude, Holly wastes no time in settling her back down again, letting the bulk of that immense slab of fuck meat nestle right against clothed cheeks, slightly bent from the pressure of her ontop of it, though still pumping vigorously in need for proper stimulation.

 

Thighs can feel the leathery hide of her sheath bunched up at the reindeer's base, the almost rubbery tension of her mighty manhood as well as the slight coarseness to it's flesh, though what should be ragged dragging is subdued into slick, harmless smearing as more and more of their sexual fluids are mixed upon that length. The air is drowned out in her rut near immediately though, forest pine mingled with the spicy stench of male as well as that furrowing need for insemination. It's cloying, and every inhale stimulates the olfactory senses till they're raw with her need, pungent lust so heavy in the air that she can very well feel it settling down along her skin. It can only be described as unearthly, like some sweat slicked beast had been pent up for months at a time, his instincts left to fester and stew till they have no other choice but to become more than thought, pumped out from the pores of Holly's cock and now staining the sheets, cloth and wood around them. She wastes no time in inspecting her prize, mighty palms and slender fingers sinking into Margaux's rear for incessant, hungry squeezes. Every grope has the intent to bulge flesh inbetween the stalks of fur she calls digits, every clench leaving craters in skin around  the tips of her extremities, the only ease she finds being the scant few moments that the shestag rears back before clasping cheeks anew with surprisingly tender swats. Sometimes she hefts and rolls those globes in her palms, other times she simply squeezes, trying to smother as much flesh as she can in her grip. She even squishes them together to trap fingertips in the crevice with those lacy underpants, that very same silken fur that caressed her face now buried in the sodden valley of her snatch and tickling against her anal ring.

 

Black Mage Margaux was all too happy to continue sharing that messy, pulse-pounding kiss, her body shivering as the warm, syrupy salivations spilled down her chin, splattering against the canyon of her cleavage. Coated in that steadily seeping liquid, Margaux was utterly inebriated by the plentiful amount spilling down her gullet, little giggles drifting between their maws. The sensation of utter drunkenness was alien to the black mage, her body feeling light and weightless, as though she was a leaf floating on a pleasant breeze. The combination of the cabin's heat and Holly's warm body served to relax the blonde into her dear guest's arms, the woman all too eager to surrender every inch of herself to the doe. The nips and suckles to her bottom lip freed her mouth enough for her to sigh out happily in bliss at the adoring affections of the amorous anthro, more of that cider-sweet spillage splattering against her fair flesh.

 

Against her lower body, that shaft throbbed delightfully, the source of all that wondrous heat, warmer than any furnace though far more pleasant to the touch. There was a scent in the air, like cinnamon and mint, two aromas wafting around the poor woman's head, addling her senses further as that behemoth of a cock slid against her backside, that shapely rump happily shaking in response to those needful thrusts. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sorceress' body screaming to be filled with every inch of that aching cock. It was the only thought that made sense to her addled mind, her fleshy frame nuzzling needfully against the beautiful breeder. As if in response, heavy palms came down upon her backside, groping hungrily at her luscious backside, Margaux's sex slick with nectar, droplet spilling down her thighs and onto the caramel cervine, her heart hammering in her chest. The light smack to her backside made her quiver with need, her eyelids clenching shut in delight with each little smack to her jiggling mounds. Grinding backwards against that thick meat, her heart skipping a beat as she felt something rub against her puckered entrance, fur tickling at her taint tantalizingly.

 

 Holly Cameltoe couldn't bear the teasing much longer. The delights of the mage's flesh only enflamed her need, the sensation of her just barely trickling against that heated spear already enough to bloat her ego to fit her cock. One hand rises to steady her, the arm looping round her back and pressing her firmly against the doe's front, breasts tickling against just beneath her own with their fuzzy, skimpily clad weight while her own are mashed against the shebeast's collarbone.  The other moves to just slightly nudge that offending piece of cloth she calls underwear aside, hiking her panties up to urge her upwards as well while her shaft slowly drags back into place, it's own tension helping to guide it along taint and mons. The tapered head nudges against those swollen, heated lower lips, spurting one last molten glob of delight before starting to submerge within her, basting her entrance with arousal and slowly paving the way for the rest of the shebuck's length.

 

At first, it's a pleasant tickle. Her first few inches are narrow, and it allows the mage to feel the odd sensation of them flexing and shuddering about, guided by the girth below to wag in her depths. Support is slowly removed, allowing gravity to continue sliding her down for the next few, her thickness made all too apparent. Slowly, surely, more and more of that burgeoning masculinity invades her, spreads her out around it's width which already seems to pass most things considered 'hung'. The odd texture makes itself known as well, now poignantly scraping and grinding against her insides, assisted by the constantly quivering, snaking lengths of veins running along her shaft. She can feel them carving rubbed raw paths in her softness, what'd surely be abrasive subdued by both Holly's constant flow of pre and Margaux's own wetness all at once. The near broiling heat strikes right to the core, and before even half of the beastly pillar is sheathed inside, she can feel it gushing anticipation against the entrance to her womb. Holly grunts and huffs into the woman's ear above, now shifting her hold to hug her against painfully strained breasts, lurid croons of delight barely muffled between clenched teeth. She can feel the drool dripping down onto her shoulder from where the sex starved shedoe looks down at their union, the heat of her breath rolling over in powerful gouts of air.

 

 Black Mage Margaux panted softly as the doe's lips withdrew, leaving poor Margaux all hot and bothered. After all that teasing, that tongue filling her maw, bullying her insides, she wanted... no, [b]needed[/b] something more filling, her eyes brimming with built up lust. And yet, that desire scarcely seemed to hold a candle to the roaring furnace of Holly's own eagerness, the magess feeling that bloated cock pulse ominously, a warning that the doe had finally had enough of the gentle teasing. She needed to be sated. NOW. Licking her lips hungrily at the thought, the blonde bombshell gave a happy wiggle of her backside as those lacy garments were tugged aside, leaving nothing between her and the breeding buck poised to penetrate. Anticipation mounted as she felt that exotic shaft slide along her backdoor, teasing her puckered hole with a little prod from that shifting tip. But mercifully, that heated heat came to nudge against her drooling sex instead, the feel of that hot pre being pumped into her hole before the penetration even began making her eyelids slide shut.

 

And then it came. The blissful nudge of that prick as it began to push its way inwards, Margaux letting out a mewl of bliss as her hips ground forward in encouragement, inch after inch disappearing into that moist tunnel. Biting her bottom lip, the enchantress quivered as she sank down onto that blissfully bloated beast, the heat from that shaft radiating pleasantly throughout her as it continued to fill her nethers. The narrowness of that shaft steadily filled out into a satisfying thickness, the blonde continuing to grind her hips downwards eagerly... only to find that rather than the usual feel of a base against her pelvis, that prick only seemed to keep coming and coming, the thickness of that shaft making her whimper in disbelief. This was... amazing!<3 Her sex stretched and strained in the face of that unyielding invader, the lucky spellcaster's digits clenching into the sheets of the bedside as those thick veins slid across her walls, the mix of their juices and the mage's own drunken state making insertion all the easier on that lithe human body. As that tip pressed against her womb, the mage clenched futilely around that thick slab of potent meat, her body in a state of unbridled delight even before she'd begun to thrust. A series of gentle shudders atop the shebuck were the only indication of what had happened, that and the steady stream of feminine juices spilling down that impossible spire of a prick. And yet, even as she shuddered in pleased release, her toes curling from the unbelievable feel of that shaft stimulating every wall of her depths at once... she needed more.

 

 Holly Cameltoe lets out a lurid whine of delight when she feels the already tight chasm starting to tighten even more, hands clenching down roughly just to keep the woman steady as a few more than noticeable slugs of pre jizz are launched out from an already oversexed length. The sensation of fur envelops her as Holly hugs the girl close, fat breasts smothering fat breasts, hands clenching down on hips and rear just to help steady her for the next few inches, head resting ontop of head while her nose is buried into the scruff of her neck. It's cozy, toasty and soft, a feeling only disturbed by the occasional ripple and tense of close knit musculature underneath the dense hide. "Hhhn... Deeper...~" A rough clot finds that girl's shapely derriere, and then another, and yet another as the subtle rocking of Holly's hips begins, causing the bed to squeak and groan under their combined weight and pushing her cock up and down only a few inches at a time. It's a gentle rutting, a slow prying of that clenching seal while arousal spills into that soon to be fertilized sanctum, but it seems to drive the shestag to rut her harder.

 

In the meantime, amidst the sensual melding, hands seek to soothe her from the impacts. They stroke over her sides, tips just barely tickling against her ribs till they once again are raking against the curve of her hips and ass, cupping her magnificent cushions firmly and kneading them softly. It helps her move the girl atop her hammering length as well, leverage to lift her up just a bit before desire demands she be lowered back down again, making each little thrust that much more poignant when combined with both their rolling hips. Sometimes they simply let the girl work, her and her guest working in an odd rhythm to fulfill their aching lusts more and more. Other times though, they're simply exploring. Tickling against her taint and dragging firmly against her anal star, prodding slow and steady against her lurid back entrance, letting the girl feel the stark contrast of sopping wet; whenever a digit dips down to scoop up the sexual slurry they create at their groins for lubricant as the first segment twists and nudges into her anal ring, and bone dry; for when she denies her that courtesy, crudely stuffing an unsullied finger down into that very same hole, fur soaking up every last drop of moisture so her length can nudge and scrape around as it pleases.

 

 Black Mage Margaux let out a happy hiss as those warm spurts of pre painted her inner walls, fingertips trailing through the lovely golden locks of the reindeer's hair. The strong arms enveloping her body brought more warmth, her body utterly sweltering with that delightful heat, hips instinctively trying to work more of that mammoth prick into herself despite the apparent impossibility of such a thing. As her bosoms came to rest against Holly's own, the blonde shifted her motions, letting her fingers grip the sheets as Holly nosed against her neck, the light rubs of that moist flesh against her sensitive skin eliciting a breathless giggle from the inebriated mage, her body perfectly relaxed against her lover's own. Perfect for the ensuing bucks upwards, that slippery sex straining as more inches began to push their way in, the husky groans of that shestud sending goosebumps along the smaller woman's flesh. The bed's creaking began to fill the room, the sound steadily growing as those two bodies bumped and ground against each other, a testament to the intense breeding to come. The mage's motions began all the more desperate as their bodies rocked together, soft groans spilling from her lips as that blissfully thick cock ground against her walls, each tug backwards making her legs quiver, each push eliciting a clench from those needy depths. The prods to her star only served to make her squirm all the more in unabashed bliss, eyelids fluttering as Holly seemed to find more angles to tease and touch. Her body was clay in the hands of a master sculptor, and it seemed that Holly was all too eager to mold!

 

 Holly Cameltoe growls out when those extra inches slip inside, and while it only briefly sates that comparatively cool expanse of meat still not lodged inside, the needy reindeer only strives for more. That constantly clenching hole, the squirming woman it belongs to, the bubbling virility already trying to release itself from her balls - It all helps to remind her of the climax tickling the back of her head. Margaux feels herself getting pushed down lower with every new roll, her anal ring probed deeper in conjunction to the cock filling her front, knuckles buried deep and fingers thrashing about in her heated depths while that fat log of a dick begins to push in to it's thickest part. Holly seems to seize up from anticipation, her arms only striving to push the sorceress down further, low hissing and groans ripped up from her throat as the pelvis straining girth stretches that poor entrance thin. "So close..~ J-just a few more.. Haaa~" A crude shove, some sickeningly sloppy [b]SCHLOOORRRP[/b], and almost half a foot of cock later, the mage finds herself utterly stuffed, cervix forced wide open and womb distend around that tapered spear, her lower lips crudely ground against by the bulging bulb of flesh that is Holly's knot. It's damn near the size of a melon now, and even with the reindeer's best efforts, she can do little more than crudely slap and pump it against her lover's mound while the rest of her cock runs rampant. The speed of her strokes begin to hasten, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hanging open as she hugs the girl like some sort of living sleeve against her torso, panting out like some mindless beast. "Yesss~ Almost theeerree~ Gonna cum...~ Gonna cum!~"

 

 Black Mage Margaux grunted softly as she rocked her hips forward, the mage girl's body trembling as she was filled from both ends, the rake of those claws within her backside and the steadily swelling meat within her front driving her mad with bliss. Her thighs clenched at either side of the buxom shestag's waist, holding herself against that mighty frame as her body wobbled like jelly, her overstimulated body scarcely able to endure the pleasurable torment she was undergoing. Eyelids clamped shut as teeth sank into her bottom lip, her nostrils flaring as the heady scent of sex wafted around her senses, the final warning she got before... "Uaaaaaaaah!" Crying out in utter ecstasy as that thick beast slammed home, rearranging her insides, Margaux body went rigid with untold delight, her eyes snapping open to stare blankly ahead as a violent spasm rolled through her form, pain and pleasure blending together within her body to create a sensation she'd never experienced before. As that thick meat slid home into her, marking new territory with spurts of pre, another gush of femlube trickled down the trunk of that mighty shaft, the poor blonde lost in the throes of a mind-melting orgasm. Against her sex, that oversized knot slapped again and again, threatening to push in but not quite forcing itself inside just yet, the sorceress' body bouncing weakly in time with Holly's own motions. Her stomach was bloated with the outline of that thick prick sawing away at her innards, the girl simply leaning against her lover, womb invaded and ripe for conquest.

 

 Holly Cameltoe: The sudden spasming from the girl in her lap is all the encouragement Holly needs to release, actually lurching herself upwards to gather gravity's assistance even more than before, shoving forward as best she can while slamming the girl downwards and into her pelvis, some odd, muffled clapping of flesh against fur ringing out above the mage's moans and cries. She can feel that knot bulging against her even more, a thrumming set of inches added to the already impossibly wide plug that so eagerly seeks entrance to her twitching channel. Sadly, it finds no such satisfaction before the reindeer begins to cum, and with a mighty, animalistic groan, the beast woman releases her distilled lusts into the busty mage.

 

The hideous gurgling of over stuffed balls unloading their contents rings out, cock starting to bloat and swell around the dense, near steaming hot flow of semen surging upwards before, finally, her puckered jizz slit begins to loosen and clench around the off white tide. Bubbling jizm is shot directly against Margaux's walls, basting them down with Holly's presence in an instant and staining them with her presence. The first burst slams into her like some odd round of ultra virile ammunition, the writhing of those overactive tadpoles lighting up nerves that should never be tickled. Even then, she's packed that baby factory to capacity, but her lusts don't allow her to end it there. Pint after pint, that steady stream of delight pumps into the woman's body, clogging up her love tunnel, distending her stomach with some mighty, constantly shuddering lump of liquid weight, only to slowly seep down Holly's shaft as gravity forces the fragrant slop towards the floor. She can feel the thick rivulets bubbling out of her thin stretched hole, desperately clinging to the odd combination of knot and cunt till it's congealed into a single point, tension causing that steadily lowering dollop to drip inch by inch towards the wood paneling till it finally settles down, forming a half pile, half puddle of their sexual froth. All the while, Holly is almost crushing the girl against her. Muscles hold her in place without room for movement, the rigid slab that is her musculature barely beaten out by the softness of her fur and hide. Fingers desperately clench, body refusing to go slack till her breeding is finished.

 

 Black Mage Margaux: Drained from her recent release, the poor blonde had a snowflake's chance in a furnace of resisting that powerful body as it forcefully tugged her down, holding her firmly against that overwhelmingly warm body. Inside her, that throbbing spire pulsed dangerously, as if to give Margaux one final warning of her impending fate. But the sorceress could scarcely stand, let alone resist the motions of the horny hart. With neither the presence of mind to consider squirming away or even the strength to rise to her feet, Margaux simply laid against that pleasantly warm body, her fog-covered mind in a pleasant whirl from her recent release, certain that nothing could ever feel as good as the rush that had just filled her entire body.

 

And then Holly began to cum.

 

To say that the shestud's release was mind-blowing would hardly be an exaggeration, teal eyes widening in shock as the first gout of steaming, hot seed SLAMMED into her depths, her sex utterly drenched in the face of that inhuman virility. And yet, there was still more to cum, that prick pulsating as another powerful payload painted the walls of that quivering quim, Margaux's eyes staring ahead blankly as those thick gushes clogged her depths, her stomach bulging considerably in the face of those mighty streams. Her body shuddered, as if amidst a third orgasm, though the steady flow of white spilling from her sex left no trace of any feminine juices, thick strands of Holly's seed sliding down that bulbous knot and the beautiful balls churning those thick loads. Firmly mashed against the larger woman's body, the mage is only able to offer a weak "A-ahn..." as her eyelids twitched, that body shuddering weakly as the scent of mint and cream assaulted her senses, leaving her a quivering mess atop the breeding beau. Slowly, her eyelids began to shut, her body shutting down in the face of that fatiguing aftermath, the steady spurts still launching into her womb making the future consequences of their session quite clear as she fell into a deep slumber, her body little more than a sleeve for that bloated prick now.

 Holly Cameltoe carried on for minutes like this, keeping her temporary flesh sleeve attached with that indomitable grip even as she noticed the girl slipping into unconsciousness. The sight made her chuckle gently, though it also made her quite aware of her own fatigue as, after nearly 6 minutes of consecutive pumping and seeding, she began to come down from her own orgasmic high. Sex was so thoroughly saturated in the room that it'd probably reek like it for nearly a week, not taking in the strikingly invigorating and poignant scent of Holly's special brand of virility. She barely manages to carry the girl over to the bed they started on before dropping her down with a dull squeak, following her down to keep lodged inside for just a few moments longer before pulling out. Her shaft, washed white and dripping her jizz, pales in comparison to the veritable tide that oozes out of the mage. It doesn't even dribble out naturally. Like some glue or tar, it falls out in shuddering clumps that seem to only just barely break away from the main wad plugging her snatch up, eventually slowing after 2 or so of those heavy wads to settle within her depths, should she clench or not. It was almost like her load was alive, desperate to inseminate every single egg she had to offer before settling so deeply into her body that it had no choice but to remember it's presence and purpose. What's worse is the radiating, lasting heat that spreads through veins and nerves, keeping them alight and over responsive even in comatose. Some lurid sigh escapes the shestag's mouth, grinning from ear to ear at the woman now lying insatiate on that bed and already encroaching on her, using her flesh as a rag for the dredges of jizz still left on and inside her massive cock while it recedes. "Fuck..~ Yeah.. I'll probably be staying here for a while.."

 

 

As she gathers her clothes, she notices the tome that brought her hear glowing, beckoning for the herm's attention. Almost tentatively, she reaches out to grasp it and pries it open, almost chuckling at what's written. Her name has been imprinted on the inner cover, and the first page has every lurid act chronicled in visceral detail, right up to the point that Holly finished cumming. "Hee~ And I suppose I better get busy if I want this to be ready when I'm gonna leave. Hrmh, she said something about a brother, right? I wonder if he'll be as fun..~"