Bella n Kids [Incest, "Shota", Pregnancy, Super Incomplete]

 Ogreis: Before her sits a small sized platoon of relatively little, half oni pre teens, about five or so of the adorable momma's boys all staring intently at the gravid form of their mother. Of course, they take after both their father and their mum, tanned, almost pinkish flesh not yet littered with scars, though already made callous and tough thanks to the rigorous upbringing they have, muscles prominent and defined along all of their bodies. They're all about the same height, as they were born in the same year, tough they all are distinctly different, housing a beautiful amalgam of Oni and Human characteristics. The oldest, Taet, is arguably the most 'beautiful' of them all, his raven locks flowing down past the small of his back to frame a gentle, feminine face, complete with somewhat thicker lips than the rest of his brethren and almost constantly sporting a gentle smile. His horns are shorter than most, and instead of being blood red like his father's, they're almost a swirling mixture of navy blue and purple, jutting out nearly 4 or so inches from his forehead and standing proudly from his near eye covering bangs. His ears are rounded and somewhat small, hidden behind his veil of hair most of the time, and his body, instead of being almost bulky and rounded like the rest of his kin, takes on a more average shape, relatively slim and much more well proportioned. While the entire group is a fair deal more clever than the rest of the tribe's children, he is even more clever than his blood brothers, more often than not helping to guide them through more than treacherous battle and terrain, while also keeping them 'safe' within the tribe whenever a skirmish comes about. He has no affinity for magic however, though with his impressive form, he's a fair bit more flexible and agile than the others, allowing him to best his foes with superior range of motion, or simply a better footing on uneven terrain.

The second oldest, Og is almost exactly like his father, though his golden eyes are instead tinged in the same shade of his mother's. Already his body is burly, powerful, truncated, the cherry blossom hair that flows down from his head only able to reach down to his shoulders. His horns are thick, nearly 6 inches long and in that same swirling hue as his elder brother's. Always just as stern faced as his father, he's actually quite bashful. Though not as clever as his older brother, constantly twice as attentive. He can barely grasp English, but he always sat silent and patient whenever she read. He even grew adept in using magic after a while, though whatever he could summon or conjure up was a sort of half oni equivalent of what the end product should be. A skeleton dog would end up being some burly, thick boned tiger corpse, a brew meant for invigoration working to prime the body to it's upmost, though only for a few minutes at a time. Still, he used these tricks not only to help his family, but also to woo and gain the favor of many of the shamans in the tribe, most of which happened to be the elder women. He didn't seem to have any interest for human hunting.

The third and fourth are a set of twins, born at the exact same moment and almost completely identical in every way. From the moment they were able to discern that they were practically doubles, they mirrored themselves after one another. Olum and Tors were peculiar in their own right, both only born with one horn each and a sort of mix match of interwoven strands of hair. Some strands were just as their father's cherry pink locks, while the others were tinged black like their mother's, creating a backdrop of sorts for eachother. Their horns and eyes are the only real way to discern them from one another though, Olum's a bright, ruby red while Tors' is a deep, night sky blue, both topping off at 5 inches and parting their normally face blocking hair, though the elders generally make them wear bands to keep the locks from obscuring their eyes during a hunt. Aside from that, they are slender, fleet footed little mischief makers, their cleverness only beat out by Taet. Their bodies are compact, shapely, small chests and normally barely defined arms complemented by relatively smooth stomachs and waspish hips, thick, burly thighs helping to set them apart even more so. Of course, this causes some of the more brutish of their generation to try making passes at them, or even forcefully subdue them, but they're either too quick or already trying to snare a trap around the poor boys to get caught. They're weak, but they're even more inclined to magic than Ogries, making spot on replicas of their mother's summons and potions, even creating their own set of spells meant solely for illusion and trickery, helping to confuse both beast and man alike.

Finally, there's Rahys, probably the strongest of the group and just about the only other one resembling their father, though that only seems to be in face. His hair is thick and luxurious, billowing behind him like some mane, the ruby red, almost glimmering locks dancing like fire when he's in motion. They work well with his smoldering, almost charcoal black eyes and prominent horns of the same color, thick, 5 inch spikes that jut out from his forehead proudly. While his musculature is only about average for his age, he seems to be on par with most of the adults in the tribe when it comes to strength, more often than not seen training with his father when he isn't being challenged by the more upstart children. He has absolutely no interest in studying human culture though, only just faintly picking up on human speech thanks to Ogreis' urging. He generally uses that time to make himself a man in his own right, going down to rampage in villages for sport, bringing back a woman or two occasionally as a trophy, more often than not breaking her within the first couple of ruttings and letting her act as a public use station for the rest of the children of the tribe. Still, he's respectful and fiercely loyal, sometimes bringing back baubles and trinkets to his mother whenever he comes back from his independent raids or even helping with studies in his own way, hunting with Taet to bring back animals carcasses for research, or either exploring the less than forgiving mountaintop for rare ingredients.

All ten of those eyes are locked on her, hands only occasionally finding bites of food to chew on, each one of their faces tinged red with blush, though their expressions vary from child to child. Taet and Rahys stare down intently with their mother, not hiding the hunger in their eyes, shifting uncomfortably from time to time, only to look away immediately when they find their mother staring at them. Og stares in much the same way, though he seems to be a bit more cautious, stealing peeks from behind boar shank, dipping his head down to the food in his lap almost studiously when she looks his way. The twins cant help but giggle and jeer at their brothers, batting their eyelashes in the same way they do to the boys of the tribe when they want to coax them into a trap before continuing to tease their kin, only stopping inbetween bites of food. After nearly half an hour of this, Taet speaks up, clearing his throat and trying his best not to stutter on his words. "Uh... Mom... I- No. Mom! We have something we need to ask!" Everything goes silent at that, not even the sound of smacking lips or wine passing into mouth's heard as the boys avert their gaze.

 Belladonna Arnell Belladonna herself stopped and swallowed at this comment. Her own form was one terribly changed from when she first arrived in that little Oni tribe, but having grown there with her first brood, all of which sat before her, Belladonna couldn't be happier. Her once pale skin was a tanned, caramel hide that belied her time in the jungle sun and heat. All along that canvas of skin were drawn and tattooed various tribal symbols, from meanings ranging from good health to strength to fertility, the latter being the most prominent upon her skin. Dark, violet hair once cut short now hung down to her waist, splaying, interwoven with various bones and charms that were a combination of the tribe and Bella's work. The whole of her form could only be described as corpulent, an already gravid body now even more so as she entered further into her second pregnancy. Golden brown tits with puffy pink nipples sat behind tatters of purple fabric that she called a silly attempt at modesty, bright areolas easily visible behind the faux bra. Thick thighs and wide hips sat cross legged at the head of her children, a massive, almost comically distended stomach sat squarely in her lap, those engorged breasts sitting upon it upturned and slightly parted. Belladonna sat with a contented smile as she chewed at her haunch of meat, plush and full pink lips in a glaze of juices and drink.

"Hm?" The wizard responded, swallowing her mouthful and setting down her food. "What is it Taet dear?" their mother asked, her eyes tracing along her procession of kin. By no means an ignorant woman, Belladonna could tell from the looks on their faces and their rampant blushing that it was something of her appearance that enamored them. The sorceress was more flattered than anything else, to think that her own children would look upon her so amorously, especially considering most of them were no strangers to the female form by this age. "No need to be shy dear~" Belladonna said in a singsong voice, ruffling the hair of the closest sibling. "I'm your mother, you can tell me anything thats on your mind, don't worry~" a slight chuckle followed this, the womans caramel hands interlacing and setting themselves on her distended, ovoid stomach.

 Ogreis: He tries to appear resolute, sitting crosslegged and planting his palms on his knees, the straining bulge in his cloth on full display, though other than showing off his more than apparent arousal, it only serves to make the red on his face shade into a deeper hue, his eyes seeming to waver just slightly underneath her stare. "Ah... well... You know we're all about to be.. uh.. m-men and stuff. And we know about pregnancy too! But.. I mean, other than Rahys... What I'm saying is... uh.." Olum suddenly pipes up, eyes flickering with mischief and delight. "We all wanna fuck ya mom!" Tors nods after him, one arm reaching about to wrap around the scarlet haired outlier in the line while the other wraps around his twin, who returns the favor and moves on to wrap Og in the group hug as well. "I mean, you always do it with dad, right? We figured we can take up the slack when he's off hunting!" Those eyes seem to twinkle like sapphires as he stares his mother down intently, completely unashamed of his words and not the least bit nervous. Og doesn't seem to happy about it, but he nods in consent, almost mumbling underneath his breath. "S-shaman aunties say we need practice. Og agrees with his brothers..." Rahys stays wordless, though he nods in assent, spreading his legs just like the eldest and showing off the more than prominent bulge inbetween his legs, even though he immediately seeks to hide his eyes behind the veil of his wild hair.


 Belladonna Arnell Even against her tanned skin, Belladonna blushed a deep crimson at their remarks. A hand rested itself against one of her breasts, the digits sinking into the spongy flesh as that pendulous breast enveloped it. "Oh, my little ones are growing up so much~. I never thought you'd ask me...but when I think about it, perhaps its best it be your mother that teaches you these sorts of things." Belladonna cooed. Craning her neck forward, bella moved her hands behind her neck, undoing the meager straps on her purple top and allowing it to fall against her massive stomach. She sat upright once more, and those fat tankards were free to the open air, puffed nipples erect and upturned for the boys to see. "Mmmm, remember when you were all younger? you used to latch onto me and feed for such a long time~ Why soon you'll have even more brothers latched on and drinking from mommy." The wizard continued, all the while kneading those massive tits. Each hand was ordered to one, each nearly enveloped as she pulled and tugged those udders forward, ending at the nipple before pulling back once more. It wasn't long before The sorceress's tits each had a bead of white, tantalizing milk forming at the nipple. "You're free to come up and drink, your father looves to have a nice mouthful of mommy's milk, it just perks him up with energy, and I think it'll do the same for you~"

 Ogreis: They all seem to perk up with the sight of those meaty swells starting to swallow up her fingers, lips dropping in awe as they watch her tattered 'dress' fall to the stony ground. If everyone wasn't sporting a rigid erection, they all were now, so eager and pulsating that they threaten to tear the fabric of their own 'clothes'.  "W-we.... uh..." Despite the food infront of them, they look like the hungriest children in the world, the pure, ravenous need filling their gazes only rivaled by the drool spilling out over each of their lower lips, pupils constricted and following the trail of milky white flowing down the curvature of her flesh. Her final statement is all it takes for them to rush her, the twins front running and latching onto each puffy teat simultaneously, the bulk of their weight used to push their dearest mother back while the others help to keep her from slamming against the ground, Rahys behind her to catch her when she falls, Og and Taet there to find her legs and arms just so she wouldn't have to waste a muscle trying to stabilize herself, the momentum carrying them all onto their rear, though she's only greeted with the slight jostling as they keep their grip firm. Soon though, they all begin to settle and indulge, exploring her body as much as they please.

Olum and Tors half lean on, half kneel beside her, mischievous as always in stealing her breasts all to themselves while hands slide up to clasp into the mighty, pendulous swells of milk. Even with the terseness of their musculature and the obvious coarseness of their skin, they still seem to be soft, gentle, relatively slender and petite palms and fingers clutching into her possessively. They press down and knead at first, testing and readjusting to the pillowy softness of their mother, letting their digits sink in as far as her bronzed flesh will allow before tugging and pumping playfully, coaxing out thicker streams of her treat into their waiting mouths. Their lips are laced with some odd chemical, probably made using plants stolen from the elders or gathered by their brothers, along with using the alchemical arts taught by the very same woman they drink from. It causes a pleasant, dull tingle to ripple through her nipples, working into her chest as they slobber and suckle, only to blossom into a fairly pleasurable burning that almost seems localized around her milk ducts. Teeth nibble and gnaw, lips smear away from their target at times just to plant kisses on her chest and stomach, only to find her nipples again so they can nurse like newborn babes again.

Taet grumbles just slightly as he looks at them, though he doesn't waste his chance in claiming a portion of her as well. He buries his face in her neck, huffing softly while his body presses against what little exposed flesh he can, though that's pretty much her left arm. He delivers sweet, tender kisses along her shoulder and throat, those pliant face pillows providing the perfect, yielding cushion to lather her in affection with. Sometimes he bites down, rough enough to pinch her flesh inbetween to grind and tug, only to lick over it with a slow rolling, large budded tongue, every little slurp a slow, drawn out drag of flesh against drool oozing flesh. Sometimes his horns graze up against her cheek, causing him to let out a little shudder before shifting position, moving to suckle roughly on a patch of flesh to leave welts and hickies, soothing the sores with more of his oily drool. His breath his hot, ragged, and it only begins to grow more so as he guides her hand down to that needy bulge, his hand insistently curling hers around his member through the silken cloth on his groin. She can feel the meaty cum vein throb in delight from just that, pre already leaking through the moderately thick cloth while powerful hips roll and buck against her controlled grasp, much to the delight of Olum, who nudges a foot against him to tease.

Og seems to settle for her thighs, burying his face inbetween them, forcing her to close them around her head with his mighty arms while he lies against the floor. He takes thick drags of her scent, nosing her entrance tentatively, not stopping till her womanly delight is coating his mouth and nostrils, letting out shuddering sighs afterwards. [i]"Soah... guuud~"[/i] He's almost too good with that, finding every little sweaty crevice and snorting her presence up from it like some sort of hound, licking over it soon afterwards just to savor the flavor as well, lips only locking down when he feels tastebuds cant properly gather her presence properly, teeth only occasionally biting down into thighs, though mostly it's just for him to watch flesh dimple and crease underneath his assault. It all trails back to her cunt though, his nose buried against her groin at one point so tongue and lips can lap against her entrance. Lower lips are split apart by a slowly dragging tongue, entrance teased and prodded against constantly to coax out more of her juices, sometimes helped along by a burly, abrasive finger that explores her depths. He suckles around her clit when he finds it, humming in delight so that sweet vibrations can tremor through the sensitive nub, other times simply burying his face against her and shifting from side to side, coating his entire face in her honey.

Rahys is subdued, almost completely inactive against her by means of fingers. Whenever he does touch her, it's glancing, almost fearful, the powerful muscle that he controls constantly tensed and twitching against her form. His hair envelops her face like a shroud when he leans over, kissing against her cheek, nudging against her like some sick puppy before letting his lips clumsily find hers, tongue trying to pry into them so he can explore her mouth. A broad palm stays on her stomach though, constantly stroking inbetween the caresses of the twins and sometimes dipping lower just to find her hip, and rear, giving her slutty flank a powerful squeeze. He too grinds against her like Taet, though he doesn't seem to force her into anything, simply letting his rigid, considerably thicker meat pole prod and rub up against her side. He grumbles sweet nothings in the native, Oni tongue and only stops his assault on her mouth to grind oversized fangs lovingly against her neck in tandem with his brother, leaving similar marks and welts, though his tongue holds half the grace and patience of his elder, flickering for moments at a time before once again finding her lips. They all sweat over her, quickly filling the air with that emboldened stench of exertion and need, each one lost in their own little world, only interrupted when a brother gives the stray, accidental graze or kick.


 Belladonna Arnell gave a slight yelp as she was lept upon by her brood, but as the five moved themselves into position, any sort of surprise was quickly replaced with desire and wanton need. Bella had never thought she would be doing such perverse things with her own spawn, her own flesh and blood. But somehow the thought of it, the idea of having such intimate relations with her own children made the woman all the more flushed and eager. Soft moans escaped the wizard, soon escalating into deep groanings and mewlings as she inhaled the heady scent of her children, the cave near fogging with the groups desire. "Ahn~ y-yes dears, thats it, don't be s-shy, mommy is here for you~" Bella managed to groan out in-between gasps and cries. The heat in her chest, the way Og dug into her thighs, how taet and Rahys ravished her neck and shared her kisses between the two of them.

"Mmm, R-Rahys dear, your brothers are in there you know~" Bella said, craning her neck towards the Oni before leaning into a kiss. She took the initiative in this embrace, hot tongue roming around in her Stud son's insides as she began moving her hand down the boys trousers, grabbing at the rim of both his and Taet's to bring their lengths free. "Soon you'll have plenty more brothers to spend time with, and when they grow up perhaps you can show them just how to please mother!" Bella mewled, beginning the work of pleasuring the two boys shafts through the course fabric. Belladonna did all she could to keep from squirming and fidgeting in pleasure, but for all the sensations that wracked her body it felt almost too much to bare. Every so often her feet would twitch or her fingers would clench themselves into a fist whenever Og rested his face against a sensitive portion of her thigh. She really was just a toy for her kids at this point, by no means able to resist the amorous groping and bitings of her lovely, masculine children. It made her rather proud, actually, to see her offspring be just as needy and affectionate as both her and their father. "No need t-to keep yourself decent boys~ By all means show me just how 'big' you've all grown."

 Ogreis: Rolling groans start to escape from both Taet and Rahys, the returned kisses and affection on their shafts causing them to tense and shudder in delight. The eldest of course tries to please his mother as best he can while she tends to his youngest sibling, He finds her ear, pinching down with more teasing bites, tugging and gnawing against her lobe while he presses firmly against her assault on his dick, shuddering gasps rising from his maw and directly into her canal with every little stroke. Pre oozes down in viscous globs, mollases thick adoration spilling out from his winking cum slit, every mighty bulge outlined along his shaft before it's pumped up and out the tip. His cock is smooth, not a single vein to be found, the hide silky and taut against that indomitable hardness. She can feel it throbbing as more and more of his blood pulses through, almost batting against her palm with how frequently every little tremor rolls through, heat washing over in waves as if guided by those volatile pulsations. He's lengthy, but only about the same length of the average spawn of the tribe, a bit on the thin side considering that, at it's thickest, his shaft is just as wide as the base of most other children. The crown is succulent and bulbous, a hold out in his oni genes that only makes itself more and more apparent the more aroused he gets. Whenever her touch finds it, it makes him gasp out and let out a groan, cringing in ecstasy and nearly digging his nails into her, trenches dug into wherever his hands lie on her body. "Haah... M-mom...~" It doesn't take long for him to completely succumb to the pleasure and perversity, her words only seeming to make him that much harder for her while he buries his head in her hair, taking even thicker drags of her scent while he continues to nudge and prod against her grasp.

Rayhs is doing even worse, the burly, normally stone faced by now a whimpering mess in light of his mother's technique. While it's obvious he's had some experience with women on a more cordial level, he's never had the affection returned to him. Flesh begins to burn with embarrassment and arousal when she explores his mouth, drool spilling out in waves as her tongue dances around, the excess left to spill out along her flesh when she pulls away, followed by a needy little groan. His tongue is thick, burly, clumsy, and it's almost comical how easily it yields to her own, trying it's best to mirror her movements against her own maw with little avail. He still tastes like the day's meal, greasy animal delight accented by crisp wine and fruity delight, a few chunks of it still stuck inbetween his mighty, fang like teeth. His cock is massive, at least compared to Taet's, a mighty club of spongey muscle that's as hard as rock. It's coarse, leathery, a hide surely thicker than most people's fingers and fat, throbbing veins that makes it look even more monstrous, though it seems to only be half erect at the moment. Blood pulses through at a slow, powerful pace, each throb a mighty, palm rattling slam of arousal against grasp, bringing a seemingly new level of swelling and rigidity to his loins. Pre spills out in palm filling globs, slow rolling and just barely in time with his pulsation, dousing her flesh in moments, only for long, drawn out seconds of dry to follow. He doesn't seem nearly as sensitive as Taet either, though he enjoys the attention none the less, whimpering in between kisses and huffing when they're brought to his lips.

Olum and Tors grin around her teats when she asks for them to present, pulling off of her with loud, sloppy slurps and discarding their loincloths almost too eagerly. They're, of course, the same when it comes to masculinity as well. Only slightly thicker than Taet, they're about the same length as their elder, just as energetic and willing as the other, leaking thin streams of pre down slowly to drizzle against her chest. Of course, they show off their nuts as well, somewhat small, plum sized tankards that are fit snug in taut, smooth sacks. Only a couple veins snake along the smooth exterior of their loins, and the somewhat small crowns are still partially hidden by a bit of excess flesh. "Hnn, you're so sweet, Mommy~" They waste no time in letting her get a feel as well, each one clasping into a tit with both hands and grinning as they begin to push against her, nudging her breasts with their shafts, imprinting their burning warmth on those pillowy mounds, biting into lower lip and wincing in pleasure while they force milky flesh to swallow their lengths. The heads nudge against her nipples, countering the flow of milk with their flow of seed before pumping forward crudely, smearing the underside of their shafts against those tender nubs while forcing tits to wrap around them. The buck and hump against her, nails digging in roughly against her still lipstick aflicted chest, causing their shafts to burn with that same chemical pleasure, a few more veins sprouting up along the smooth, hairless expanse of leathery dick. Milk and pre jizz mingle into a semi sticky lubricant as they continue, every little thrust met with a lewd, sloppy squelch. "Haaah~ Y-yeah! Your tits feel great mom!~"

Og seems to be lost in his own little world inbetween her thighs, only grunting meagerly at her words and question, doubling his assault on her in response to the increased frenzy above. He parts his lips and suckles down hard on her mound, drinking from her like she were some sort of spigot, stretching her entrance just barely before pulling away to savor the taste on his tongue. He dives back in not seconds afterwards though, shuffling forward to properly bury his face against her, nose brushing over her clit while his tongue seeks to push itself inside of her depths on it's own. It's long enough to pry past the entrance, slithering in a few inches before rolling and lapping slowly, squirming against her insides, fluttering with every clench and searching out her pleasure center with wide, rolling strokes. Prominent tastebuds grind and smear against her all the while, contrasted by the smooth underside that glides and strokes about, the powerful, broad muscle pushing up hard against the roof of her inner tunnel to give slippery, loving scrapes before pulling back, just to plunge in again to find a way deeper inside. Other than the occasional moan of delight, the only way to tell his enjoyment is how he has to prop up on his knees after only a few seconds of this, no doubt because of the now bulging package jutting from in between his legs. His hands move from her legs long enough to undo his cloth, though the instant it falls, he has them back on her, grasping at her hips and occasionally grazing against her sides.