Thread: Highborn Fall Far [Warhammer Fantasy] (Kaybee x Reydan)

It was impossible to tell how long passed them there, an eternity of delight as their new children began to move inside them, tentative wriggles at first as the outer shells of the eggs began to dissolve, then swimming within their wombs, uncaring for the shifting sensations that their motions brought as they explored the new space. The first to hatch were strong, eating the unhatched weak and growing within them, growing strong. And then the birthing... The first slipped out, already thicker than any elven man's cock, sliding out of Varshee's pussy with a wet and sinuous sound before making for the water's edge. Then, the second from Derra's snatch, then the third, and fourth, and fifth, one after another after another. Slithering out of their mothers first one at a time, then in twos and threes as the dozens of newborn tentacles made their way to their new home, diving into the madness-inducing liquid and vanishing even as their twin mothers screamed in ecstasy. Sound enough to bring the fathers back in seconds to be sure, and yet, the tentacles did not reemerge, and as the last tentacles slid free, and the twins' bellies slowly grew taut and toned once more, there came a sound from behind. This was where the skinks lived, in symbiosis with the tendrils. Once a clutch was birthed, the little lizards would lay claim to the remainder, the women molded into perfect breeders by the corruptive limbs and fluids. Dozens of them now surrounded the pair, and then one stepped forwards, a Skink chief bringing himself up, such that they could see his twin cocks, thick and pulsing. He was no saurus, but he was still far bigger than any man they would have met before this venture. He looked at them, watching for their reactions as he presented his shaft for their attention. A roar went up as their lips met, the tribal beat returning in full force as they tasted the thick seed, mixed with each other's juices. The fire within Minue flared a moment, a glow behind her eyes that passed from queen to subject. It was but an ember compared to the flame that burned within the little sorceress, a fragment of the power she'd been granted, the gift she'd been given now shared, binding them together in the thrall of the greater mind that had overseen this tribe. Around them the Saurus chanted praise. Hail! Hail! Queen of the Tribe! Worship and Lust for her! Golden eyes watched expectantly, waiting for commands even as their cocks jutted out towards them. They would kill for Minue, they would die for Minue, they were her tribe, her warriors. Elre's brothers in arms and mates in heat. And in her mind, the fire showed a vision of the white and gold of her home. Of the Maelstrom at it's heart. Bring me to this place... And complete your ascension... More breeders to claim, more warriors to induct. An entire continent of women who would only need to be shown the glory of her new people. Who could bend knee to the might of the flame and bare their pussies for the seed of the Lizardmen. She had already taken power, and she could still be so much more. More Saurus patrolled the chamber above, just as big as the one who'd disappointed Folwin in the entrance hall, yet what they guarded was another matter. Stegadons and Cold Ones. Hulking and bestial and hung well enough to shame even a kroxigor. Pens lined the walls as guards wandered between them, distracted as they listened to the moans and roars coming from below, yet dutiful enough to keep to their orders, knowing they would get their own shares soon enough if only they waited. Perhaps they were more right than they thought, since if Folwin wish to sample the beasts, it was likely she would need to take care of their handlers first. Perhaps they would be more interesting working together. Or perhaps she could simply remove them from her path.