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

It might well have felt like an eternity, a sea of endless pleasure drowning the twins in the warped desires it inflicted upon them. Their bellies swelled until they could swell no more, filled with egg after egg and then seeded, every bit of space between the orbs within them filled in with seed to fertilize the progeny they had been given. But eventually there was no more to fill, no space remaining within the two incubators. The tentacles withdrew some, no longer subjecting them to the stomach-stretching, mind-breaking thrusts. They thrust in and out slowly, almost languidly, one might almost have even mistaken it for caring were it not for the other limbs that still danced around them, putting the finishing touches on their remodeling. Breasts formerly flat from lives of exercise and training swelled in anticipation of childbearing and curves formerly taut and lean rounded, becoming more plush. They were still quite recognizably Varshee and Derra, but they had trained themselves into perfect warriors, and now they had been trained into perfect breeders, their very bodies bent to this new purpose that had been bestowed upon them. Finally, at long last, they were carried, and slowly set down at the very edge of the pool to await the eventual birth. The beat was in her body, the beat was in her mind, thrumming, vibrating, faster and faster to the tune of moans and the time of thrusts as she was claimed, conquered, consumed. Take your place . Each womb-claiming thrust seemed to pound any thoughts of resistance right out of her head. Join the tribe. Belong to them, be ruled by them, mind, body, and soul. Elre broke, and the Kroxigor's endurance broke with her. He roared in triumph as he thrust deep into her body, cum flooding her womb. In an instant she was impregnated, but more importantly she was rebuilt. The tribe's drumming reached a fever pitch, frenzied and manic as they caught the shattered pieces of the Elven captain and slowly put them back together, rebuilding her in their image. Tattoos began to appear on Elre's skin, tribal symbols curling across her once-pristine flesh, marking her indelibly. Not a mere brood mare, but a full warrior, one of them, no different from any other. If she asked, they would serve, and if they asked, so would she. Where Elre was of the Tribe though, Minue was more. Her talent in magic and her acceptance of the flame elevated her. A queen amongst them, a ruler, a leader, second only to a Slaan or of course to the gods themselves who spoke into and through her. Seconds after Elre's submission, the two occupying Minue's body blew their loads as well, yet where Elre's stomach had swollen with the potent seed, Minue's body seemed an endless receptacle, cum pouring into her, yet her figure remained unmarred except for the bulges of those two massive cocks inside her. Her child would be divine, a gift from the gods themselves, and the seed the two massive reptiles filled her with nothing more than an offering to that end. It would not be the last such offering she would have to make... Slowly, the kroxigors pulled out, leaving the two remade elven women to lay there, cum oozing from their holes. The Saurus waited with bated breath, to see what their new sister and new queen would do. The saurus couldn't help it. She gripped him too tightly, bounced on him too eagerly. Where so many other women would be reduced to little more than a gibbering cocksleeve for him she rode him, taking charge in a way he never imagined possible. It was too much. His cock twitched, and though he tried to hold back, it was only minutes before he finally lost control and jerked beneath her, helplessly pumping his seed into her constricting little quim. He had held a vain hope that the sensation would be enough to break her but as he felt his balls drain into her he knew that he had no such luck. He had broken to her instead. As the Lizardman's head fell back, his stamina spent, Folwin was left with a choice. He had proven himself quite worthless, but she was still eager. There was a tribal beat coming from within the temple, but below there were moans echoing up the passage now, and above... Above had been curiously silent this whole time...