18+ Trials in Tainted Space: Kelly Hyper Play

(Planet: Mhen'Ga, System: Ara Ara, Scene: Kelly Hyper Play - use a Throbb)

Kelly swallows, but nods, body betraying her true feelings as her shafts rise up towards her belly. “You’re sure, then? You really want to see my full size? Alright, but I still haven’t been able to get a hold of any Throbb myself - I’ll keep looking, but it’d be quicker if you found it. Have you had any luck there?” she asks, rubbing her erections in anticipation.

You dig through yours stuff and come up with the mod for Kelly.

Kelly takes it from you, a little uncertainly, but with a determined look on her face, already adjusting the delivery mechanism. “Right, I just need a little of this; too much and I might end up getting modded, not countered,” she explains. Satisfied with her tweaking, she nods and brings the business end of it to rest against the base of her shafts. “Alright, here goes nothing,” she declares, and depresses the trigger, hissing as the minute dose rushes into her bloodstream.

She shivers, and rubs the injection site tenderly. “Okay now... it’s going to take time for this stuff to kick in, but arousal should help; why don’t you and I have a little fun to give it a jumpstart?” she suggests. “Your cock in my cunt would be just the thing... besides, it’d be more fun than just sitting around watching my junk,” she manages to quip dryly.

Sounds like a plan.

Once in the bedroom, Kelly wastes no time; she steals a quick kiss from you, then clambers onto the bed in a kneeling position, one leg half-curled under her, exposing the juicy bunny-cunny that her four bloated balls would normally obscure. “I’m waiting~” she says, drawing the word out and then giggling, tail flicking teasingly towards you. “Let’s do it this way; it’s easier to find your target,” she chuckles.

Well, if that’s what she wants, who are you to argue? You close the distance between you, reaching out with one hand to gently cup one cheek of her luscious ass, feeling the plump muscle squish pleasingly under your grip. Your partner lets out a trilling noise of approval, shaking her hips and the air filling with a sweet scent as her twin shafts rain a steady trickling stream of precum. You continue to grope and squeeze, caressing her ass with your fingers in approval.

It’s surprising how great her butt is, considering she spends most of her day sitting on it.

“I work out,” she professes candidly. “Now, nice as that feels, though, I think somebody is getting a little distracted...?” she teasingly asks.

You respond to that with a slap on one ass-cheek, the crack of flesh on flesh audibly as it jiggles before you, an appreciative moan rippling its way out of the laquine’s throat. “Patience, patience,” you instruct her. She needs to get into the mood for this, first. Still, as fun as it may be, it is time to move on from her ass... and so, laying yourself down behind her, you bring your face closer to her feminine treasure. She wriggles slightly as she feels your hot breath on her labia, but holds herself still. You’re dimly aware of her cocks growing bigger, slowly but steadily, out of the corner of your eye, but you have something else in mind. Opening your mouth, you let your humanoid tongue extend out, then lean close enough to slowly swipe it through her netherlips.

An appreciative coo echoes from the direction of Kelly’s head, but you are more concerned with savoring her flavors. Though it’s not the honey that is steadily seeping from her twin shafts, it’s still a very sweet flavor - sugary sweet, in fact. Certainly pleasant enough to encourage you to take a second lick, and then a third, rolling your tongue through her plump pussy and plumbing her wet depths, soaking up the tastes that ensue. A steady stream of approving groans and moans fill the air, as does the sweet scent of honey, Kelly’s arousal increasing with each caress you give her fem-sex. Her cunt winks and ripples, trying to catch and hold your squirming tongue in her depths, but you slide free, teasing her at her futile efforts.

Your partner grunts and gasps, making you decide that she’s had enough foreplay and prompting you to remove your tongue and straighten up again, which elicits a groan of disappointment from the squirming laquine. Pulling yourself into position behind her, you squeeze an asscheek and ask if she’s ready now.

“No, I’m always this hot and bothered, with my cunt gushing like a drinking fountain and my cocks trying to be waterspouts,” she replies dryly. Her follow-up giggle undercuts her words. “So come on baby, light my fire, I feel ready to burn...” she purrs to you.

Ignoring the somewhat cheesy invitation, you align your girthy pecker with her slavering pussy. Steadying yourself on her hips, you slide home; so well-lubed is she that you glide in, sliding into warm, wet, velvety depths that wring your dick with greedy eagerness. She arches her back and lets out a moan, deep in her throat, husky with lust. “Mmm... that feels good,” she purrs luxuriantly. “Why, we’re just made for each other, darling,“ she murmurs. You can feel her inner walls squeezing you, simultaneously milking your shaft and sucking you inside, hungry to have you in to the hilt. With little reason not to comply, you push deeper, making your partner moan and buck back against you, her fluffy little tail tickling against your midriff as you rut her passionately.

The room is filled with the sound of flesh on flesh as your respective hips collide, Kelly moaning under you in pleasure, you voicing your own sounds of pleasure above her. Her fingers squeeze at her bedding for support, eyes screwed shut as she loses herself in the sensations. As you continue to plough her, though, you become aware of a strange dissonance in the background; a wet slapping noise that isn’t the two of you. Twisting around is a little awkward, but you manage to find the source; it’s Kelly’s cocks! Under your ministrations, her two horse-like shafts have grown into 20-inch long monsters, bouncing forcibly against her belly and into the canyon of her cleavage in rough synchronicity with the thrusting of your hips.

Hmm... if you were to get a little more involved, you might be able to see how big she can really get. But, it would probably require touching her dicks... and it’s only gay your dick touches hers, right? Hands are okay.

Well, polite is polite....

She grunts as you drape yourself over her back for added support. “Wha?” she starts to ask, then lets out a soft gasp of realisation as she feels your hands closing around the base of each shaft. She purrs approvingly, leaning her head back to try and nuzzle her cheek against yours. Your present position makes thrusting into her a little awkward, but you certainly have a good grip on her dicks, which you put to good use.

Your hands slide up and down the twin equine shafts, exploring their immense lengths - and Kelly’s not done growing yet, either. You can feel them stretching longer and longer under your touch, growing fatter and rounder in your hands. You let one girlcock go to examine her straining balls, feeling the almost cantaloup-sized globes and their sloshing weight of honeycum, rubbing your fingers across the sensitive skin, much to Kelly’s enjoyment.

Bending your head a little closer to one of her long, floppy ears, you stage-whisper into it, “Grow for me,” even as your hands continue to dance along her dicks and you hump against her eager pussy.

“Mmm... you only had to ask,” she replies, her voice a luxuriant purr of rapture, eyes screwed closed so she can concentrate on what you’re doing to her. She shifts her weight slightly, so she is holding herself up on only three limbs, her free hand moving to her crotch. She places it gently atop your hand, for a moment, and then glides up her lengths towards her breasts, trying her best to titfuck her super-sized shafts in the position she’s in. She moans in pleasure, and you shift your attention from “merely” handjobbing her to helping her with her impromptu boobjob. You squeeze and knead her ample bust, timing your thrusts to help her push her shafts through her cleavage, enveloping her cocks in warm, soft flesh even as your own is.

The treatment seems to be working; the scent of honey is overpowering now, and you realize you can actually see the heads of her shafts even when her own hips are thrusting away; she’s grown up and through her boob-canyon.

She giggles absently. “You think that’s something? I’m not done yet,” she chuckles, opening her mouth and closing her eyes. You watch in fascination as her tongue stretches out...and out; a foot long bright yellow appendage that coils itself around her heads in a figure-8 loop. Muffled hums escape her throat as she wriggles and undulates, teasing her slowly-flaring tips even as you continue to fuck her womanhood and use her tits on the lower parts of her shaft. Under your combined ministrations, she just keeps getting bigger and bigger; by the time she stops, she’s got twin meter-long shafts jutting from her loins, each four inches thick and gushing honeyed precum like an open tap. Her tongue-tip lifts itself to each flared head in turn, and you can actually see it bulging as it somehow sucks her juices through the tip.

You can feel her cunt clenching you like a velvety vice, and she grunts something muffled, but clearly important to her from the tone. As you feel her whole body clamp down on you, her tongue snapping back into her mouth as she cries out, breasts actually pushing against your hands from the size of the bulge racing up each shaft, it’s not hard to work out what she meant.

A great deluge of honey erupts from the laquine under you, her pricks almost seeming to compete to see which can dredge up another steaming hot load of yellow-orange seed and spray it over her bed. Words cannot describe the mess she makes as her quartette of cantaloupe-sized girlballs empty themselves up her monstrous shecocks, a veritable fountain of honey flooding her bedding and puddling in a great sticky pool on the floor. The air is filled with the sweet scent of her jizz, so strong it’s overpowering, your own shaft being milked ravenously as her cunt has its own orgasm.

It’s all too much for you and you make your own ecstatic noises as you empty yourself into Kelly’s waiting womb.

Your semen vanishes into the rapacious void that is a horny laquine’s pussy, swallowed without a trace it was ever there. Still, small as it might be compared to her world, it’s evidently enough to quench the fires burning inside her, and she moans low and exultantly as she feels your seed swirling through her depths.

With a contented groan, Kelly allows herself to sink to her now-soaked bedding, instinctively shifting to her side as she lands. Pulling your own shaft free, you join her in laying there to catch your breath, the two of you simply relaxing and breathing in the strong, sweet smell that you have created together.

Kelly speaks first. “It feels so good to scratch that itch, Thyme - thank you,” she says sweetly, snuggling up against you.

“The pleasure was all yours,” you reply, caressing one of her luscious breasts, something that elicits a knowing grin but little else from the laquine.

The two of you remain there until you inform her that you must leave. Getting out is a little tricky with all the sticky fluid everywhere, but eventually you are off, leaving Kelly behind to clear up the mess.