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

The saurus gazed down at the twitching elven scout as she debased herself beneath him, her mind steadily eroding under the temple's influence as she slobbered on his cock and ravaged herself with her fingers, her throat bulging obscenely around his girth as she swallowed him over and over again. The sensation was incredible, nothing like the male had ever felt before, a worthy offering to the pleasure the temple demanded they worship, yet there was a deeper need, a greater imperative, to breed. Between that carnal instinct and the wanton sounds of Folwin's desperation, the urge to experience more of these new sensations were set aside. He could enjoy her other pleasures later, right now, he wanted... Needed... To claim her properly. He pulled her back, dragging her mouth off his cock and then half-turning her, facing her away from him as he sat and wrapped his hands around her waist. He doubted her legs would hold her up, and wished to take no chances as his prick towered between her legs, giving her a good look at the massive shaft about to split her open before he lifted her up and set her at it's tip. He let a beat pass by, savouring that moment. Then he pulled her down and thrust upwards in a single powerful motion, and Folwin was claimed. As the changes began to take hold the tentacles responded, growing and pulsing, introducing the twins to new dimensions of girth and length as they worked. Suspended mid-air as she was, Darshee was easy to follow up on. A pair of tentacles dove towards her, the faster of the two plunging into her pussy without so much as a preamble while the slower was forced to settle for her asshole, filling her rear with slimy thickness. They coordinated almost immediately too, alternating thrusts to ensure that the poor elf was never truly emptied of tentacle, all three constantly pistoning in and out of her, filling the air with muffled moans and the wet sounds of massive prehensile shafts plundering three tight holes. But she was not the only one to make noise, and unlike her, Verra remained unmuffled. The tentacles around the twin seemed more than happy to tease her into insanity as they continued their climb. Two of them had found their ways into her holes, fucking her no less powerfully than their counterparts did her sister, but the rest still crawled over her, wrapping her in a thousand twining and coursing limbs. They spread the water over her along with their own secretions, coating her bit by bit in a concoction that would change her forever, creeping up over her hips, then slowly making their way along the curves of her waist, climbing, climbing, oh so painfully slowly. Yet when everywhere they touched would eventually inflame to become as sensitive as any erogenous zone she cared to name, by the time they finishedit would take only the briefest handful of touches to reduce her to a screaming orgasmic mess. If she managed to escape at all that is... The kroxigor ignored Elre's feeble attempt to resist, and gave every impression that it would hardly have cared for anything she could try. It made no effort to restrain her arms or hold her down, it simply knelt, held the legs that minue had been so eager to spread for him apart, and pushed his cock against her womanhood, slowly increasing the pressure on her entrance as he eased her open, agonizingly slowly and yet all too quickly at the same time. Bit by bit, her body was opened, and then something gave, some little part of Elre realized in an instant that he had opened her up enough to push forwards, and somehow he realized the same. There was no mercy, no slowly working the elven captain up and down to ease his massive shaft into her. No, the kroxigor's raw power made such things unnecesssary. His might was inexorable, his claim undeniable. He grabbed Elre, and then he pushed, filling her with inch after inch of massive reptilian shaft. He would not stop, he would not wait. He would simply push, until every last bit of his manhood was inside her. Such was the warrior's claim. Meanwhile, the other two kroxigors surrounded Minue. They recognized the warped glow of her eyes and understood that she had been blessed. She would have the honor of talking two warriors at once. With the fire burning inside her, easing her body, preparing her for them, it was the work of second for them to open her up. She felt every bit of girth as they eased her between them, filling her lower holes with their massive shafts, but there was no pain, and her body that should have given out under the strain of such massive insertions instead simply bulged elastically around them, the flames she had consumed preserving her, making her ideal.