Perversions of the Flesh

Ann could feel Rosalyn’s pulse beating under her fingers as she turned the woman’s head to the side. The darkness was making things difficult for her to see what was going on, but when matters of sex were concerned, Ann really didn’t need to see.

She’d stolen Rosalyn quickly and as quietly as she could, being careful not to actually hurt the woman when carrying her. Ann had had enough of the Druid being in pain. Still, she was apparently way too much of a sucker not to indulge her girlfriend a tiny bit. She twisted her head this way and that, nuzzling her neck happily as the girl squirmed.

“Ann,” Rosalyn gasped. “This… we’re too close.”

“That’s Kat’s thing,” Ann murmured into her hair, taking a deep breath. She smelled like soap a few days faded, mixed with a bit of sweat from their endeavours. Ann loved the smell. It was the same as when they’d been at it for a couple of hours. Exertion mixed with their natural scents.

“Can’t a girl share with her girlfriend?”

Ann deftly latched the last sound bug into place, sealing any noise she’d be drawing from Rosalyn for the time being. This was so stupid, and in an unknown tunnel system, so risky. That only made it more fun. “Hmm, guess that’s alright, lambchop. Certainly share you enough.”

“You’re uh, you’re not gonna… you know, are you?”

Ann pulled back to meet the questing gaze Rosalyn gave her. She let out a breath as some of the tension between them was broken. “No. I’m not going to bite. I’m not even going to be too rough. Some? Yes. I think we both have too much fun with that to stop now, but no blood, no breaking skin, no striking. Just some fun wrestling. That alright?”

“Can you do that thing where you pull my head back really far?”

“Hmmm,” Ann teased. She extended a claw and traced it along Rosalyn’s delicate jawline. She’d lost more weight, but that somehow never touched her bust or thighs. Curvy was a word that stuck to her. “I gueeess that’d be fine.”

Rosalyn’s breath hitched, and she thrust out her chest without thinking. Ann let go of the woman’s horn and chin to gratefully grasp the presented gifts. Her long fingers traced across the soft mounds that she only barely fit in her grasp. So incredibly soft, every time. She felt Rosalyn’s bra, the secondary piece of fabric that interfered with her getting at the Druid. It was mildly enchanted, something that Junia had insisted on, and held her far more comfortably than a wire ever could. Ann had to get one for herself for downtime.

Her mindless kneading was effective. Rosalyn had stumbled, her back hitting the cave wall. As she looked down at Ann with hooded eyes, white eyelashes flickering, she lifted a hand and bit a knuckle to suppress a moan.

“Hmm, just from this?” Ann teased, rubbing more accurately at her girlfriend’s large nipples. “You’re too good for me, Flower.”

“Don’t…. Mmmf, ok, maybe you and Kat can, oooh, can call me that.”

“My little Flower, with so many thorns.” Ann had to fight her brain trying to ask if that’s why Rosalyn’s first spell was Thorns. Keep the mood, dumbass. “Wonder what she tastes like?”

“Ann, you said.”

Ann rolled her eyes. “Don’t have to bite to get a taste, sweet Flower.” Ann sank to her knees. Rosalyn was short enough that she didn’t even have to stretch to keep her massage going.

“Mm, yess,” Rosalyn hissed around her knuckle. “I love this.”

“Take the knuckle out. I love your voice, darling.” Ann let go of the woman’s chest, but knew it wasn’t for long. Her hands slipped quickly down Rosalyn’s front and flung the robe up, letting it billow in the air as she dove underneath. Darkness enveloped her as she felt warm skin against her palms.

“Oh, Ann!” Rosalyn squeaked like a scandalised lady. Her Flower was anything but. Ann’s hands quickly pulled the sodden panties out of the way, not letting Rosalyn adjust to the rapidfire assault. Before her next breath, Ann’s fingers had found their way up her stomach and under her bra. She hit the swell of Rosalyn’s chest instantly, fingertips pushing up into the soft overhang. With any other woman, Ann would be gentle as she moved her grip upward, but Rosalyn was not fragile like her nickname. She pushed firmly, letting her nails turn into the faintest tips of claws so light red lines would be scratched across the sensitive flesh.

Finally, she found her prize, as Ann’s knuckles felt the stiff nipples settle between them. She adjusted slightly, squeezing the stiff peaks, feeling them grow as she played. Rosalyn’s hips bucked when she squeezed particularly firmly, and mashed her stomach into Ann’s face.

Never one to pass up an offer, Ann shoved her face into the soft belly, enjoying the squish before the firmness of Rosalyn’s muscles. She smelled heavenly. Tented like this, Ann was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the scent of sweat and Rosalyn’s sex. It made her drool. She extended her tongue, letting it drag over Rosalyn’s flesh as two hands clamped down over the robe, pinning her ears.

“Yeah. Fuuuu, Ann, right there. Yes! Holy Goddess, taste me you beast!” Rosalyn muttered.

Rosalyn always tasted wonderful, but this wasn’t her final destination. Ann had much more to go to get her girlfriend well and truly sated. She kept up the assault with her hands, never letting Rosalyn rest. It wouldn’t take long. She felt the grip on her ears tightening. The muscles under her tongue were stiffening, twitching, her breathing accelerating to a feverish-!

Rosalyn let out a keening moan as she doubled over, crushing breasts into Ann’s hands with all her strength as she came.

Ann dove. She couldn’t let a drop of that sweet nectar hit the floor. It wasn’t even a want; it was a need. Her lips flattened against Rosalyn’s mound, sealing herself around the twitching folds dripping sweet ecstasy. Salt, fluids, and Rosalyn’s delicious ozone taste filled her senses as she drank. Not satisfied. Never satisfied. Ann drove her tongue in deeper to drink even closer to the source, where it’d be more intense.

“Ann! Ann! Annnn! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop! Tongue so gooood,” Rosalyn groaned in delight. “So deep, go deeper! Please! I know you can, go go YES!”

Her pants were so tight. Inwardly, she was cursing her decision to go with them instead of just the kilt. She could at least have her cocks free. Ann couldn’t help but buck her own hips, getting some friction going as her own underwear soaked through. Both grew steadily as she drowned in Rosalyn, easily pushing her waistband aside and poking free into the open air. The gasp from the sensation made her choke on an unexpected gush, but Rosalyn never let her go. Ann was trapped, spluttering, fighting for her life as her girlfriend used her face as a grindstone.

Ann couldn’t breathe. Not that she wanted to in this situation, but her vision getting a bit darker was a concern. Everything she could see was either Rosalyn’s onyx stomach or her robe. She let the woman’s breasts go with the greatest of efforts and yanked down her own pants. Her tail popped free at the same time as her cocks, all three limbs waving in the cold air.

Ann’s movement was swift. Rosalyn was still riding aftershocks, and was distracted when Ann ducked backwards. Freeing herself of the robes as she stood, Ann turned Rosalyn roughly. There was no resistance; the woman was so out of it. Her robe was in the way, so Ann grabbed it all, bunched it up, and folded Rosalyn against the wall, letting it hang from the small of her back.

Two thick cocks slapped down between the woman’s cheeks as Ann towered over Rosalyn. Gods, she wanted to bite that vulnerable neck. Her prey was right there, begging for it, but no. Not now. In that decisive moment, Ann pulled her hips back and pushed.

Over the months with Kat and Rosalyn, Ann had gotten pretty good at her angles. She was at the point where it was more often than not that she didn’t need to adjust or second guess herself when thrusting. Today, this earned her more than she’d bargained for. Her lower cock was her normal angle, with the other just above it. Ann praised Orenous for her foresight as Ann’s heavily drooling cocks sank into Rosalyn.

Both holes stretched for her. Rosalyn’s pussy was always tight at first, and would only barely allow her to adjust, but her ass hadn’t been played with nearly as much. That was more of Kat’s thing. Today, though, Rosalyn’s bud was spread forcefully as Ann forgot where things were in the heat of the moment. It cinched around Ann’s length almost painfully as Rosalyn let out a startled cry.

“Ann! Oh Goddess, it’s too much!” Rosalyn wailed.

Ann felt a spark of worry for the brief moment before she caught Rosalyn’s expression. The woman’s cheek was mashed against the stone, head tilted awkwardly with her horn getting in the way. Her eyes were half closed, fluttering, and her jaw hung slack. Nothing about her was telling Ann to stop.

So she didn’t. Ann pushed forward, sinking inch after inch into her lover, each thrust driving her closer and closer to stuffing her Flower’s flower full. It was an animal pride that filled her chest when she felt their hips collide. Rosalyn’s throaty moan was just the icing on this ebony cake. Ann would make sure to glaze it properly.

“What a cute little Flower,” Ann tried to purr. The sensation of Rosalyn’s insides nearly succeeding in keeping her from pulling back turned it into a snarl. “Don’t want me to go?”

“No!” Rosalyn yelped as Ann slammed her hips back forward. “Gods, never! I love this. I love you!”

“Good girl,” Ann crooned as she gave Rosalyn another thrust. “Such a good girl for me, taking it all. Did you expect this, Flower?”

“MMmf, nuh uh,” Rosalyn groaned as Ann sank all the way in again. “Splitting me apart. Butt too tight!”

“Want me to stop?”

Rosalyn’s hips pushed back against Ann, her arms braced against the wall to give her better leverage. Her eyes were closed, making all but her hair and parted lips invisible as she ground herself harder into Ann. She mouthed something, and Ann leaned in.

“What was that?” Ann was having so much fun playing with her. Another short thrust sent her hips jiggling, shockwaves coming back against Ann’s own thighs.

“Deeper.”

As she spoke, Ann moaned through her teeth, intentionally drowning out her words. “Sorry, couldn’t hear you,” Ann pressed, and pressed Rosalyn harder against the wall.

“Gods, Ann, fill me up. I need you deeper. Deeper into me so far I can’t tell where my ass ends and you………….. Oh!” Her exclamation was a choked squeak as Ann felt her cock surge.

She was used to the thing shrinking when she was having sex with Rosalyn, but now that it was a comfortably snug fit, the damn thing just extended forward. Her body was changing to fulfil Rosalyn’s desires. It wasn’t going to get anywhere near as absurd as when she was fucking herself, but it felt insane inside Rosalyn’s petite frame.

Ann held on to Rosalyn’s hips for dear life as she felt the head pushing in and in, then finally stop somewhere deeper than she’d ever fucked Rosalyn. “Holy shit girl. That’s… that’s a hell of a feeling.”

“Deeeep,” Rosalyn moaned. Her eyes had crossed. “So deep. SO fuuull. Ann, oh Ann, take me!”

Ann pulled back. She actually had to use her grip on Rosalyn’s hips to get enough leverage to find the force to escape her clinging depths. When she felt the cock lodged in Rosalyn’s pussy get close to pulling out, she stopped. Stopped and stared. She was maybe a bit over halfway out of Rosalyn’s ass.

“Hey, Flower. How’s it feeling?”

“Why stop?” Rosalyn answered deliriously. “Just getting started.”

“Kat’s gonna get competitive.” Ann laughed to herself, then adjusted her grip and pushed. Her fight to get out was equally difficult on the return trip. Her cocks could lube up a hole like nothing else, but with this much area to cover, it might take a minute. She didn’t even have the option to reach down to lube as she went. Just a slow, steady advance that only ended when she hilted herself.

If she had knots right now, she knew she’d be trying to shove them in. Everything was overstimulating. She could feel her other cock through the thin wall of flesh between them, pulsing, throbbing. Filling her good girl so well.

“Such a good little Druid. Taking me like this?” Ann started pulling out again, feeling the reduced friction as her pre soaked into her girlfriend. “Naughty for taking it like this, and greedy, but so good at it.”

“MMm, yes, yes, make me take it, Ann. Gods, it’s so much! Too much! I want to stop thinking about anything but that cock. Fill my head with it, Ann. Make me think of only those stupid things in me, making me scream!” Rosalyn was starting to lose it. She was rambling nonstop descriptions of what she wanted from Ann.

Gods, it was so hot. Having this woman with her ridiculously proportioned body begging her for all of this made Ann’s blood pound in her ears. Her hips started to speed up without her notice, slapping steadily into Rosalyn’s ass as she got further into it.

“That’s right, my little hole. Gonna fuck you just like you want. Gonna scramble that pretty little brain of yours,” Ann growled as she started using her grip on Rosalyn’s hips to pull her into each thrust, getting more force behind each motion. “Kat’s gonna have to lick the cum out of you; it’ll be so deep. You’ll be leaking for days!”

Rosalyn shook, another orgasm ripping through her. “Yes! Oh my Goddess, yes! I want it! Fill me up Ann, holy… mmf, uh, uh! That’s it. Hoooly, fill me up. I want you to claim me, Ann!”

“Hah,” Ann scoffed as she slapped Rosalyn’s ass. At least she was coherent enough to keep it gentle. The way her girlfriend clenched after that hit, though, cost her some momentum. “Jesus shit, gonna mark you. Everyone knows you’re mine, but they’ll smell it. Maybe they’ll see it? Do you want that? Wanna be bred?”

If Rosalyn had any composure left, those magic words took it from her in an instant. “Yes! Mf, mf, yes! Fill, pups. Need yours. Ann, please! Please! Do it! I wanna do it so bad!”

Ann’s twin cocks surged as she leaned in. She grabbed Rosalyn’s horns, pulling her up and off the wall, then pushed her tits back against it. There she was. This woman bouncing on her cocks, begging for her children. Ann couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward, taking full advantage of her flexibility and height to give Rosalyn an upside-down kiss. Their lips caught, then interlocked, each sharing the other’s breath as their climaxes rose together.

Ann didn’t push for tongue, just basking in the intimacy of them being so incredibly connected. Her insides were clenching, so ready to unload into Rosalyn, and she had no reason to hold back.

A shared, stifled moan vibrated between them. Ann felt her release, the hot cum pumping up her shafts. The one in Rosalyn’s trembling cunt erupted first, if only by half a second, and redoubled the Druid’s orgasm as it filled her womb with sadly impotent cum.

Any questioning Ann might have had about that sudden feeling was washed away as she came deep in Rosalyn’s ass. Ann’s vision went blurry as the tight hole clamped down harder than anything else she’d felt from Rosalyn. So tight, too much sensation. Gods, she was the one who was breaking now! Her hips jerked and tried to thrust on their own, but they couldn’t get the muscles to work together. Gush after overfilling gush poured into her Druid. HER Druid. Kat was rubbing off on her, and she didn’t care one bit. Rosalyn was hers, just like Ann had told her so many times that she was Rosalyn’s.

Ann’s teeth extended slightly. Her mouth watered; she wanted to bite. To claim. To mark this woman with a scar that wouldn’t be mistaken for anything else. The instincts that’d been growing inside her since she first woke up in this body roared for it.

Ann barely resisted, putting all of that furious desire into the kiss.

Rosalyn’s hands had long since reached up to grab her head, holding on to Ann’s cheeks as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Her hips were shaking as much or more than Ann’s, and Ann had lost track of how many times the woman had peaked. One thing was sure, though: Rosalyn was having the time of her life. Her eyes were thoroughly crossed, and even in the crushing kiss, she was smiling.

It took a while before either of them could do much more than stand there and try not to fall over. Ann was so ready to go for a round two, but as her rational brain returned, she remembered that they didn’t have a full night for this. The pair’s lips broke in a slurping sound of desperation.

“Awww, no fair,” Rosalyn complained. “I want more!”

Ann couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, me too. I want so much more. Wish we had more time. Fucking outside is way more fun with you.”

“We’re just in touch with our inner animals,” Rosalyn teased. “Feels more natural? Come on, just one more filling? I can feel it in my stomach! What d’ya think it’d take for me to taste it?”

Ann was not going to dignify that one. Her body was already gonzo compared to any normal person, and she had a feeling it’d be contagious at some point. Rosalyn and Kat being in perma-ovulation had only made her more sure that’d be the case.

“Nah, sorry. We’ve got a lot more walking to do, and possibly fighting. Don’t need you sloshing all over the place and losing your balance.” Ann started to pull back. She and Rosalyn tensed as oversensitive organs rubbed against each other, a thick coating of spunk helping the whole process.

Ann got her lower cock out of Rosalyn’s pussy, feeling it sag and hang as it dripped with their combined fluids. She couldn’t hear that well in her post orgasmic state, but was pretty sure she actually heard dripping. Her upper cock was an entirely more insane ordeal. Her normal length was pushing a foot. Rosalyn was not nearly deep enough to take that in the conventional hole, but her ass? Ann staggered slightly as she got to the eleven inch mark and was still inside. “Holy shit, how big did you want this?”

Rosalyn looked over her shoulder, her teeth set as she watched Ann extricate herself. “Wasn’t really… unnnng, wasn’t thinking. Oh, almost… there… huuunh.” Rosalyn was finally free.

Ann looked down. It had to be double her other cock. There was no way. “What the fuck?”

Rosalyn, who’d had the bearing to grab her robe while Ann stared at her junk, gasped as well. “No way! Like, I know I can’t take thick. That’s just bodily limits, but that deep? Did you actually get into my intestines? You had to. Like, colon at least, right? What was it… yeah, lower intestine should be like six feet total and the part you’d get into would be something like a foot long, with the rectum being six inches, give or take a few, that’d mean you got past the… I think it was called sigmoid for some reason, then into the descending? Holy shit, Ann. You literally rearranged my guts! I’m glad you stopped me yesterday, cause hooo boy, can you imagine having anything be wrong down there, then this happening? It’d be such a problem and a mess, like a warped root just popping out like that cum is right now, Gods that feels weird, how much volume do you think you got in me? I can’t believe it’s still dripping that much, had to be a few litres, and you’ve always cummed way more than anyone should be able to but getting it that deep is crazy and are you getting more I should stop talking for a minute so you can respond.

Ann wanted to respond, but she was just staring at her hanging dick like it was a snake that wanted to bite her. It didn’t feel real. The thing was the length of her thigh. Well, it was, until her skill did its job and got her back to the usual length and width. “Uh.”

“Ann, you good?”

“Flashbacks,” Ann muttered to herself. She poked at her dick, hanging there all olive-skinned and a bit veiny after her very thorough use of it. She knew it was stupid, but she felt like it was just gonna wriggle up and bite her. She shook her head. “Let’s get cleaned up. Hearing’s coming back, and Kat’s up.”

“Ah, yeah. Shoot, my panties are ruined. Oh well, not like they’re seen under the robe!” Rosalyn shrugged. She quickly wiped down with her already goopy panties and sauntered away, leaving Ann to watch and finish up.

Ann felt a twinge of annoyance at being left to clean all of this up and get the sound bugs. As soon as she did, she knew what the Druid was doing. Baiting her into a punishment later. What a lovely little pervert. Ann smiled to herself, humming a tune as she got her things together.