Drip-Fed

Apexus sat at the edge of the bed.

Aclysia’s head was in his lap. However, the position was not one that was usually expected from such an arrangement. The white-haired woman laid with her back on the mattress. Heated, she gazed up at her man, whose fingers were combing through her silky, straight hair.

The gentle touch of her scalp was complimented by the sensuous brushing of his other hand over her slender body. From her white shoulders, down the tail of her collarbone, to her petite breasts. Aclysia gasped audibly when he caressed her hard nipples in passing. The linea alba, the middle line from sternum to midriff, was his next guideline. The soft peaks and valley of her midriff shifted.

“Master…” she cooed, barely able to stay still.

Apexus gripped her hair as a warning gesture, his blue eyes hardening, and his submissive did her best to reign in her adorable quiver. Muscles tensed under the surface. The swell of her arousal soon introduced a softness between his digits and her firm core. Wetness swiftly followed.

“Haaaaahhhhh…” Aclysia let out a prolonged moan. The sound was between relief and despair. Similar sounds echoed the first, while he traced the delicious pink of her petals up and down. “Ah!” she cried when a single finger entered her. “T-two?” she begged. Apexus obliged, curving his ring finger so it joined the middle one inside her.

Aclysia was far from a short woman and her hips were notably wide even for her height, yet the hand of her dom looked massive. The base of his thumb pressed against her groin and the tips of the fingers inside her. It put additional pressure on the sensitive spot he found and massaged with steady, circular motions of his hand.

Not knowing what to do with hers, Aclysia brushed over her own curves. Wordlessly, Apexus let her. The little touches only made the guardian angel more aroused, more ready for what he had in store for her. Her thick thighs clenched and relaxed around his hand. Her hips pushed up against his palm with increasing urgency. Apexus kept steady, guiding her towards the inevitable.

Mouth opening wide, Aclysia pushed out a choked moan, before falling into quivering silence. Her head rose from his lap for a half second, glancing at what he was doing to her. Smirking, and giggling, she let her head fall back down. The climax ran its course, with all of the sweet little cries that ensued. Apexus stayed his hand as she rode out the aftershocks.

“May I pleasure you too, Master?” Aclysia asked sweetly.

“When it pleases me,” Apexus denied her and resumed fingering her. He let magical energy flow to his nails. The crystal outgrowth began to vibrate.

Aclysia inhaled sharply at the sudden increase in stimulation. Pearly white teeth closed with a clack afterwards. “Mhm-massterr,” she whined erotically and gripped the sheets of the straw bed. Her eyes betrayed her desperation, her need to repay his kindness.

Apexus let her dwell in that. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered and watched her white skin flush crimson in response. Flattered, her sensitivity only rose. Her hips soon bucked off the mattress as her second orgasm rolled over her. Her dom had to grip her hair again to keep her spasming curves where he wanted them.

“One more time for me,” he told her, the orgasm barely past its peak, and added rapid motions of his fingers to even stronger vibrations. The door to the Mobile Estate opened, causing Aclysia to force her mouth shut for a few seconds. Hastily, the entrance was closed behind the party member. Immediately, the angel renewed her cries, twice as loud as before.

“Master! Master! Darling, yes, darling right there, right there, right theee-“ The stream of words abruptly came to a stop, replaced with little sounds bordering on animalistic. Heels digging into the sheets, Aclysia’s hips rose as far as the counter force of Apexus’ hand let them. He was still fingering her, the sounds exceptionally wet. Waves of pussy juice dripped from his digits and the metal fairy’s perfect ass. The colourless cheeks quivered, as did the abundant meat of her thighs. Her slender torso remained in place. Her pink lips were locked in an o-shape. Her eyes, despite the fluttering lids, remained on her beloved’s face, as he smiled down on her.

“Good girl.” The two words spiked her aftershocks. Aclysia giggled mindlessly as her lower body collapsed back down onto the bed. The fingers, drenched in her juices, were quickly presented to her upper lips. She lost no time sucking them clean. “Now it would please me.”

Aclysia caught the implied order and eagerly rolled off the bed. She used her white-black wings and magic to slow the fall, moving around her Master’s spreading legs and coming to an elegant stop between them. On her knees, she followed the swift rise of Apexus’ cock from a flaccid, little thing to a member that was almost too large.

Usually, Apexus preferred to take a more moderate size, but he knew when Aclysia desired a challenge. Reading a submissive’s mood was the first and foremost skill a dominant had to possess.

Aclysia licked up the rigid cock, tasted the dribble of lubrication from the top, swooned at the sweetness of the pheromones therein, and then wrapped her pink lips around it. Grabbing her by the back of the head, Apexus ‘forced’ her down at the pace she was comfortable with. His girth created a bulge in her neck. Soon her nose touched his groin. Apexus kept her down. The metal fairy did not technically need to breathe, but her body experienced asphyxiation all the same – a boon when one was masochistically inclined.

When he let her come up for air, Aclysia moved quickly. His cock left her mouth, accompanied by the swift gasp and light cough of a woman comfortably close to a lack of oxygen. Gooey strands connected her mouth to his manhood. ‘More!’ the metal fairy urged herself. ‘More of a mess, more of darling’s cock in my throat.’ She went down again as soon as her lungs stopped complaining.

A hand decoratively kept on Aclysia’s bobbing head, Apexus glanced upwards. Reysha grinned back at him. “And I thought I was horny when I got in,” she purred, wiggling her way out of her tight pants. The metal vibrator dropped with her panties, hitting the ground with a cushioned clunk. Reysha pulled her top over her head while walking over. It was simply tossed somewhere, the redhead not caring much where it landed. “Then you show me this,” she spoke in a little melody.

Apexus drank in the dark curves of the tiger woman. The chocolate tone of her skin was nicely complimented by the almost black shade of her stripes. Abs showed with a decent amount of definition on her midriff. The redhead was toned, her bust on the larger side of things, her hips a balanced match. From top to bottom, she had a dangerous allure that could not be denied. The humanoid chimera did not care to try.

Taking his head between both of her hands, Reysha bowed down and met his lips with hers. Her reddish-brown mouth greedily opened. His did the same, their tongues wrestling for dominance like their bodies often did.

Sharply, Reysha moaned into the kiss, following an audible SMACK! Apexus had grabbed her ass with all the force appropriate for such a wilfully presented cushion. Squeezing it, he forced the tiger woman a little bit closer. While Reysha did not count herself among the submissive folk, she could not deny that his large hand grasping her like that felt positively amazing.

Continuing to make out with Apexus, Reysha glanced down. By fate or intuition, Aclysia glanced up at the same time. It was impossible to say which one got more turned on by watching the other, certain was only that both got more heated.

Apexus could smell it. He sensed it in the vibrations of their bodies. He heard the lust in their moans and the increasing wetness of deepthroat and deep kiss.

A tendril extended from his lower back, curved around, wrapped twice around Reysha’s leg for anchoring, then pushed into her. Reysha let out a short, sharp shout at the swift penetration. “Oh, fuck, yesssss,” she hissed, before resuming the wrestling match of their tongues. As per usual, Apexus was set to win this struggle for dominance.

Stuffing two holes was as fantastic as ever. The priestess on the floor worshipped his cock like it was her idol. Letting the air touch his skin was a sacrilege that should not be suffered while her tight and hot throat was there to sheathe it. A tight ring, her lips kept gliding over the slippery shaft. The usually-so-elegant face of the almond-eyed woman was turned entirely lewd by her caved-in cheeks and depraved eyes.

Barely keeping her balance, Reysha now held onto Apexus’ shoulders. Their kiss had barely any lip contact now. Their tongues were still whirling. Reysha was panting, racing towards her first orgasm. Strutting through the market with the toy inside her had left her needy for the real thing and the tentacle inside her was close enough, missing only that specific hardness of a proper cock.

Reysha’s weight leaned against Apexus, who thankfully had a hand free to stabilize himself. Locked in bliss, the redhead was always one quiver from falling over. It was a delightful wonder to watch her steady herself. In the corner of Apexus’ vision, the entrance opened again.

“Ah!” Korith darted into the room and closed the door before anyone could look in. “We need a curtain!”

With one final sigh, Reysha phased out of her orgasm. “If you find the space to install one,” Reysha gestured at the room.

“We really need more space…” Korith mumbled, repeatedly glancing between the participants in the threesome.

Apexus failed to see what the issue was. There were only other adventurers out there and he was not showing them anything shameful. Alas, he had higher priorities than comprehending what did or did not embarrass his shortstack. “Strip.”

“Yes, Master!” Korith switched to obedience instantly. From the moment she had entered the room, her most urgent thought had been, ‘Please let me in there.’ She was, as ever, an orgy-hungry, gorgeous little thing.

A curled finger ordered her to come hither. It may as well have been a binding spell. Korith arrived just as Aclysia was guided back onto the bed. Tentacles received her, soon stuffing the metal fairy’s pussy and throat. On the other side, Reysha urged Apexus to split the tendril between her legs – a request he fulfilled readily.

“Yessssss,” Reysha hissed, when she got her backdoor stretched. The tendril started thin and swelled in girth, allowing her to gently get used to the size.

Meanwhile, Apexus picked up Korith. The manhandling made the shortstack swoon immediately. Hard and large, his cock still remained, drenched with the aftermath of Aclysia’s service. Laying down on the bed, Apexus placed the small cocksleeve in a straddling position and let her figure out the rest. Her plump rear was facing him, but he could still see her huge tits past the small of her back.

Aclysia remained upright and in the grasp of the tentacles. Since she was light, and her own hovering could support such actions, Apexus could actually lift her with his tendrils. It made assaulting her holes and sensitive spots from multiple angles that much easier. Reysha was not done kissing yet. If anything, she had grown more needy. She laid down with him, nuzzled against him, and made out while she got fucked. Both of them were watching Korith.

The kobold was dazed by the prospect of choice. More than that, she was stunned by the size of the erection she was sitting in front of. Ever the size queen, she could only marvel at this hard phallus, going well past her navel. Had she been built regularly, that size would be best kept outside her body. Thankfully, the gods had a sense for erotic things.

“Uhm, can I… should I…?” Korith asked and gulped when she realized Apexus was deliberately ignoring her. “O-okay… message received?” Taking a deep breath, the small blonde raised her wide hips. Squishy thighs tensed, a perfect and thick fusion of fat and muscle. She had to stretch to get her pussy on top of that cock. ‘Hamena, hamena, hamena,’ she thought, feeling the head press against her quim. ‘Hoard, I am dripping all over it!’

Korith gulped and steadied herself. Her clawed hands were the wrong kind of instrument to help the alignment, but with a rod this straight aiming was easy. Another gulp, then a groan, then a giggling moan. The kobold was impaling herself and she loved it. Her dense folds were stretched out, revealing all the sensitive spots that only a big dick could access in a shortstack. When the tip pushed against her womb, it was orgasmic. When she dropped further and her babymaker was pushed deeper into her flexible insides, that was pure euphoria.

“Biiiig is the be-e-e-e-essssst,“ the size queen submissive slurred, twitching where she sat.

Apexus had to thrust up into her to remind her that her bubble butt looked better in motion.

Not saying anything more, the kobold focused on using those plump thighs to bounce. The equally meaty twin spheres of her ass really did look the best while jiggling. One moment they were symmetrical roundness on the upswing, then they half-flattened against her dom. Korith was tiny, but her ass was enormous. Shortstacks were a special kind of sexy.

Apexus loved her form no less than that of the two tall women by his sides. One and a half women, considering Aclysia was getting railed twenty centimetres above the bed. Mouth, ass and cunt were all getting stuffed, while more flexible appendages formed a sort of harness around her, locking her in position and circling her sensitive nipples.

Reysha was simply getting fucked in an alternating rhythm by the two tendrils. One was always thrusting in, the other always pulling out. Back and forth like that, at an ever increasing pace. It drove the crazy feline Rogue mad in the best possible way.

Apexus could not hold on for much longer. His only target was waiting for Korith’s cunt to tighten again. The moment the second orgasm hit the shortstack, Apexus let go.

Semen spurted from the tip of his cock and the tendrils buried inside his women. Filling up so many holes simultaneously was pure satisfaction. Apexus was glad he was already lying on his back, the excessive pleasure making his senses swim for the five seconds of pure bliss he had.

As quickly as it came, the orgasmic pleasure ebbed away, leaving him amidst women still struggling to regain their breath. He did not intend to let them.

They had a lot of time to kill.