Monster Breeder

I leave Gabby to her task and turn to find my first companion of the night, but a certain wicked Webling stops me. “Vermillion, Spindle has a few minutes before her work must begin, and she wishes to give a very special introduction. While you’ve seen her about and listened to my story, you haven’t yet had the pleasure of a personal chat with Spindle’s gem. Interested?”

Behind Spindle stands Delilah, the Mothra. Her feathery antenna, beautiful wings, the hints of exoskeleton on her extremities, the plump softness of her love handles, and the jewel-like circular portholes down her front visible through cutouts in her exquisitely crafted maid’s dress (courtesy of Spindle) are all peak cuteness! The sleepy, inebriated hooding of her eyes and almost drunken expression make me want to protect her and cuddle her and maybe do all sorts of naughty things later.

I waggle my eyebrows. “Very. Love your outfit.”

“Oh, thanks! Pleased to meet you, Alex. It’s not every day you meet an Echidna.”

That implies… “You’ve met one before?”

“Mmm,” she considers for a moment before a memory seems to surface, “Ah, yes, for sure.”

Spindle appears just as dumbfounded as I, both of us standing slack-jawed at this response. This is the first I’ve heard about anyone actually having interacted with an Echidna firsthand. The value of the intel Delilah could potentially provide is incalculable!

“Could you lead us to them?!?”

“Hmmm.” The dark green fluids inside her slosh and flip as she tilts her head first one way, and then the other before answering, “Nope. Before I evolved into this, I followed the moon every night in a daze. That’s pretty typical for us Mothra. Then, right after my change, I got caught in Elmira’s web. So, I’m not sure exactly where I saw her. All I remember is thinking, ‘Oh, that’s where the Sky Echidna sleeps.’ Also, it was really hot.”

I can’t help being disappointed as my hopes of connecting with another Echidna are dashed into a million pieces.

“I’m sorry, Alex, that’s not what you wanted to hear, was it? Didn’t mean to bring you down. I shouldn’t have said anything…”

“Nonsense.” Spindle brushes Delilah’s fluffy dark-purple hair to comfort the dejected moth girl. “You did well, Miss Mothra, but please refer to your Mistress as Lady Vermillion from now on. It’s decorum.”

“That’s right, you did nothing wrong,” I reassure her. “Any info is better than nothing, and maybe you’ll recognize the place next time you see it!”

Delilah brightens, her worries forgotten. She smiles at me with half-lidded eyes, and my heart melts. “Thank you, Alex, you’re even nicer than Spindle said.” I laugh internally as she fails to absorb what Spindle said, not through malice or mutiny, but sheer absentmindedness. Then the Mothra looks from me to Spindle and back before speaking next, “You need to make babies to get stronger, right? And Miss Spindle says she’ll hurt me if she cums inside, but you can take it, right, Alex?”

I see where she’s hopefully headed. “Yes, and I assume Spindle explained my Ovipositor’s abilities?”

“For sure. I’ve been thinking about it since then, and Miss Spindle has been so kind and sweet to me. Sex with her is mind-blowing, and her kids are so adorable!” Delilah must be talking about the Sweet Bees. Good that someone likes the little milk thieves as much as I do. “I want to stay by her side and give her a bunch of cute spider babies if that’s alright with you two?”

When I look over to check on my Wicked Webling, she’s flushed with arousal and practically shaking with eager anticipation. “Spindle would love nothing more than to pump her precious prey moth’s plump belly full of her eggs! Adding her Mistress, Lady Vermillion, into the mix would be…” She clutches at her face, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth while all eight eyes (even the amethyst-like spider eyes on her forehead) whirl as if totally overwhelmed with lewd fantasies. “Mwah ha ha ha!”

I’m happy both of them are as into breeding as I am, but isn’t Spindle a little too enthusiastic??? Delilah is no help because she’s simply gazes at the Webling’s antics with devotion, or maybe she’s staring off into space with dreamy contentment. Either way… “Don’t forget, I can’t pass along more than one egg per womb with my Mermaid Ovipositor due to their biology.”

Spindle smiles at me with her eyes while bearing her fangs, “Then we’ll have to repeat this in a few weeks after Miss Moth gives birth~” Her head whips around to look at the insectoid woman with a hungry infatuation, “Spindle wishes to see you positively gravid with her spawn. She wants to watch every day as your belly swells with fecundity until a new life bursts forth!”

Delilah kisses the Webling, their lips locking until a wisp of green smoke escapes Spindle’s nose. When they part, the Mothra says, “Mmm, that sounds nice.” Then she faces me with a slightly unsteady wobble before continuing, “If you’re ready, Alex, I’m fertile and ready.”

I… may be about to get it on with a couple of freaks.

But they’re my kind of freaks.

*Selected Slime Mutability!*

*Temporarily Transfer a Slime Mark to another Type?*

*Selected Mer!*

I slip my panties down my legs and doff them, exposing my rapidly hardening cocks to the air and the gazes of at least two ravenous monsters.

*Selected Mermaid Ovipositor!*

*Switch or Amalgamate?*

*Slime Amalgamation can only combine two body modifications.*

Human Cock

Lizardman Hemipenis

Mermaid Ovipositor

Choosing to combine the abilities of the Mermaid Ovipositor with the girth of my human cock, my member lengthens slightly and tapers to a narrower tip while maintaining its previous heft. The second shaft retracts into my groin, disappearing until the sleeping dragon is woken yet again. “Ready,” I announce.

“Mmm, I can see that,” Delilah says while biting her lip.

“Allow Spindle to facilitate a more intimate introduction.”

The spider girl proceeds to find a good spot in the pavilion to throw up a barebones floor-to-ceiling web. Delilah kneels before me while Spindle works on setting the stage and takes my dick in hand. She brings her nose to the tip, inhales deeply, and laps up the drop of precum oozing from my urethra.

“Ooo, Spindle was right, you do smell human, and it’s incredible. Ahhh~” A hand closes around my shaft, and the moth girl’s mouth closes around my glans.

Delilah looks up at me with sparkling chartreuse eyes as she smiles around my girth. Her grip strokes my length while her tongue laps at my meatus to encourage forth another dollop of savory goodness. I dig my fingers into the soft fluff of her dark-purple hair and gently tug her toward my groin. Her feathery antennae twitch as I hit the back of her throat, penetrating the moth girl’s esophagus, and she gulps at my member.

The Mothra’s three other hands go to work as well. One slips down under her maidly skirt to her sopping wet sex and slathers a few digits in her slippery fluids. The second grabs me by the balls, not hard, but firmly. Delilah massages my scrotum and testicles, sending thrills through my spine. Having lifted my weighty sack to reveal the flower of my pussy and clit, her third hand delves two fingers into my honey tunnel while the thumb presses against my pearl. The flames of my desire rise higher with every second of her lurid attentions.

Two huge, gorgeous wings flap gently, creating a breeze that carries a subtle perfume to my nose. “You smell like lilacs and lavender,” I groan. This is just her body odor! Spindle told me her breath and bodily fluids have a unique, incomparable aroma and flavor.

Then the fingers covered in Delilah’s own love juices rise to my backdoor, a single digit probing at my rosebud. My hips buck involuntarily at this luxurious treatment, causing the moth girl to momentarily gag before regaining her composure. Her mischievous gaze finds mine again to show she’s pleased with the effect she’s having on me.

That’s when my sphincter relaxes fully, admitting the anal invader, which quickly finds and presses the special button connected to my masculine member. Delilah’s tongue, lips, and throat go into overdrive as well as the hand on my shaft, picking up speed. Her second hand softly clutches my family jewels as if trying to squeeze the cum out. It works.

“Aaahhnn!”

I explode in a torrent of heavy cream that floods the moth girl’s gullet. My hands in her hair force her lips flush against my groin, shoving my length into the depths of her throat. Delilah’s first, second, and third hands drop their tasks to attend to her breasts through the maid outfit’s fabric and loins to quickly push herself over the edge for a hasty orgasm to match mine. Being taken by a former human with the strength of a powerful monster must be all the aphrodisiac she needs to finish, because she squirts the floor with a lovely-smelling herbal extract in record time.

“Mmmph!!!”

As a wave of wonderful shudders work their way through my system, I come back down to earth and sigh in satisfaction while my ass squeezes out the invading carapaced digit. My first cum of the night was fantastic! I know we need to keep things moving to finish the orgy early for the war tomorrow, but neither of us could pass up this opportunity to get to know one another better.

“Yesss, fuck~!” Spindle grunts in relief from nearby as she fingers herself to completion while watching us. The Webling scuttles over on her spider legs and pulls Delilah off my shaft before claiming those cum-splattered lips for her own. As I slip free of the moth’s mouth, another load of cum spurts from my tip to paint white streaks all over the frilly maid outfit and splatter their faces. The two of them give me a lewd smile and pass my seed back and forth with their tongues. Their lascivious display has me hard again in an instant.

Seeing my fast recovery thanks to Bunny Patron Stamina, Spindle grabs the moth girl and throws her into the web where Delilah sticks like the insect she is—splayed out, wings spread in all her glory. Like this, I can fully appreciate the gentle curves of the Mothra’s figure, from those deliciously thick thighs to the hints of love handles beneath lace. That fluffy pale purple ruff around her throat tickles my libido as well, making me want to bury my face in the crook of her neck. The exoskeletal armor on her extremities adds to her gothic appearance, seeming like evening gloves on her hands and wrists. While the moth abdomen protruding from the base of her spine doesn’t excite me itself, it’s a reminder that I’m about to make love to and impregnate a species of monster that’s totally alien to me.

I flex my Ogre Strength muscles. I’m fired up!

“One moment, please, Vermillion,” Spindle stops me from lunging forward. “Allow me to prepare her for you~” The Webling approaches the Mothra only to crouch down and lift Delilah’s skirt to duck her head under the Dark Magic cloth.

The moth girl’s chest swells as she sharply inhales, gasping with pleasure as Spindle does something naughty to her nethers, but her arms are stuck firmly to the webbing. All Delilah can do is lie back and moan as her two lovers have their way with her.

My jaw clenches, and I can’t wait any longer. Spindle retreats with glistening wet lips that smell of exquisite spices as I stride forward before crawling up the web above the Mothra. She then dips her head upside down for a kiss with the moth girl that shares Delilah’s sweet flavor as well as their saliva and traces of my cream.

My upper pair of hands land on Delilah’s chest, grip the fabric of her dress, and rip it asunder to bear two magnificent mammaries. The moth girl gives a shocked gasp into Spindle’s mouth as I maul her tits with my lecherous palms. My lower pair of hands land on Delilah’s hips, hiking up her skirt to expose her dripping sex swollen with lust—two fang marks visible on the mons to show where Spindle injected her aphrodisiac venom.

“Alex, please, I need it…” Delilah moans when Spindle’s lips allow her a moment to breathe, “It’s unbearable! Don’t leave me waiting any longer, just jam it in!”

Then I’m thrusting forward, unwilling to spare another second for decorum in my eagerness to show mercy to the poor moth girl. My tapered tip finds her entrance and slips inside easily, her soaking wetness lubricating each inch of my length as she’s forced to accommodate my progressively increasing girth. Plunging into a tingling, soft southern heaven, I hilt myself inside her with a single stroke.

“Y-yess!!” the moth girl cries as she throws her head back against the webbing. Spindle kisses her repeatedly on the mouth and throat as Delilah loses herself in the sensation of stretching around my member.

She’s tight, and her fluids spark an interesting reaction on the sensitive skin of my rod, causing me to pause and evaluate the feeling. It’s like I’ve stuck my dick in a jar of cinnamon jelly! Warm, but not blistering hot like Suka or as unbearably spicy as a scorpion pepper.

Spindle takes this opportunity to skitter onto my shoulders and down my spine, being careful of my wings. Her spider legs grip my sides as she lowers her head between my legs from behind. She’s mere centimeters away from where my body and Delilah’s are connected.

“Um, Spindle, w-what are you planning on doing down there?” I can’t quite keep my voice steady with that Wicked Webling so close to my most delicate areas. I know she’s up to no good, but I trust her at the same time. Still, her spider fangs are no joke.

“Don’t worry, Vermillion. You’ll only feel a pinch~”

I feel her hot breath on my balls a second before her soft lips touch my scrotum. “Oh, no.” Then I’m sucked in and enveloped in the firm, velvet vice of her cheeks as her tongue plays along the line of my perineum. It’s an incredible bliss only marred by the knowledge that she has some devious mischief in mind. Those sharp fangs brush against the thin layer of skin over my testicles, and I’m certain trouble has found me.

There’s the pinch she predicted, and then a torrent of heat fills my sack to near-bursting. This roiling, boiling fervor is no sweet cinnamon—it’s volcanic. I’m filled with the desperate need to find release, to shoot this burning load before it fucking kills me!

“Aaahhhn!” I toss my head involuntarily and dip my face forward. When I open my eyes, I find Delilah’s chartreuse gaze grinning back at me from an inch away.

“Isn’t she just the best?” the moth girl says with a lopsided smile before biting her lip again as blazing bliss from our joined loins assails her mind.

As Spindle releases my balls from her mouth, leaving my scrotum dripping with her saliva, she retreats from between my legs and turns right-side-up. Her B-cup breasts press into my back as her arms wrap around my chest, her spider legs locked in place on my hips while her lips caress my neck. Her ardent voice rasps in my ear, “Ready, Vermillion?”

Then her everted purple ovipositor’s tip prods the opening of my private garden. I have no more than an instant to reflect on my life choices before Spindle’s hands cup my breasts, her fingers pinch hard on my nipples, her fangs sink into my neck, and her rod of corruption plunders my love tunnel. Pain, pleasure, burning heat, and searing bliss wrack my brain simultaneously.

I can’t help letting a faint moan escape my lips as I’m taken from behind by this crafty little spider demon. “Spindle…” I breathe, pushing myself even deeper into the depths of Delilah’s supple interior as the Webling’s member parts my folds and reaches for my core.

“You’re so cute like this, Alex,” Delilah giggles, then moans as my cock throbs in the silken vice of her cunt, “Ungh~”

“Ahhnnn!!!” I groan as Spindle switches her aphrodisiac venom to a vampiric bite that drains the flames from my body, leaving me raw and sensitive. Then she returns to pumping me full of liquid lust, setting my tender being on fire once again before the drain can fully take hold. Somehow, she has the control and focus to time this change with the movement of her thick shaft in my honey tunnel. Every time she penetrates me, I’m filled with desire. Each withdrawal cools me, making me crave the next plunge like a sip of hot chocolate. Each time she hilts herself in me sends a jolt through my connection with Delilah that slams my tip into the moth girl’s cervix.

““Fuck!”” both of us cry in unison as the overwhelming sensation hits us both.

I can’t let myself get outdone by her! Focusing my will, I move my hips in a steady rhythm. Sourcing my pleasure from both male and female genitalia, both amplified by aphrodisiac venom, both owing everything to such gorgeous, amazing women, pushes me to the brink so fast I almost cross the finish line without meaning to. Damn, I almost came on accident.

My hands on Delilah’s hips move the moth caught in the web to my rhythm, making her squirm with ecstasy. Each time I pull out from her, I push myself further onto Spindle’s cock, each movement chiseling away at my resolve. Desperate, I go faster, harder, fucking myself, Delilah, and Spindle with abandon.

“Nnngh, ahhhnnn!!!” The Mothra can’t handle this any longer and starts to cum violently, quivering and crying her orgasmic peak as she squirts on my rod.

Spindle matches my speed, continuing to fuck me through Delilah’s climax with increasing fervor until she’s pistoning in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer. The moth girl’s pleasure continues in a series of quick and powerful climaxes I feel through her contractions around my girth. Delilah’s cunt spasms and clutches at me even as mine starts to do the same.

It takes everything I have to clamp down my climax for just a few more seconds. It’s enough.

“V-Vermillion… fuuuuuuck!!!”

Spindle has been delaying her completion for the better part of a day. The state of her blue balls must be ridiculous, and she empties everything she’s been saving directly into my womb as her Ovipositor jams its tip into my cervix with a final thrust. I can feel the molten heat of liquid corruption ballooning my uterus even before her member bulges with a special delivery, stretching my sheath like the Wolf Lord’s knot.

“Aaahhh—aaahhhnnnn!!!” Spindle’s pained groan of pushing out an egg through her urethra turns relieved even as that load passes along to me.

My cervix is forced to dilate by foreign hormones and monster magic to accommodate this insertion. I feel a spike of pain followed by something hitting the inside of my womb at speed as if Spindle’s cock were treating my uterus like a catcher’s mitt. Weirdly, that sensation of being filled, being unequivocally impregnated by my lover’s spawn is what ultimately causes a cataclysmic orgasm to crash through me.

My innards churn, my sphincters clench, and I erupt with white hot bliss.

*Wicked Spiderling egg has been purified!*

*Wicked Spiderling (Minion) egg converted to a Webling egg of the same Tier!*

The molten sensation inside me of bubbling corruption subsides, replaced by the wet satisfaction of being stuffed with cum.

*You’ve Conceived a Webling! – One Female Breeder Mark!

That’s quickly followed by another wave of release as my Mermaid Ovipositor detects, collects, and reroutes the egg into the chamber of my gun. My balls clench as my seed is used as liquid propellant to force the egg through the tight confines of my ‘barrel’ and into my new moth girl surrogate. My world narrows to a single line as it seems like I’m pushing a watermelon through a straw, but the feeling is just as much pleasure as pain until the latter is washed away by my sense of completion.

Delilah screams in ecstasy as her sheath, cervix, and womb are stretched in turn to receive the large insertion of Spindle’s purified spawn.

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

*Dank Mothra Lover – Two Darkling Marks!*