Aurelia Rising

"Unexpected gifts are only appreciated sometimes"

- Grabos Vaknak of the Incendiary Clans

Hnng! Hnng! Slosh! Wet sounds of pleasure slipped from both sets of Thessa's lips. She rode her larger lover, her mate, like a woman possessed; legs shaking with exertion as she raised her hips up and down. Her skin was slicked with a thin sheen of sweat. Thessa had never been particularely good at tracking the passage of time without the aid of the sun above, and so their vigorous lovemaking could have been going on for hours, or only a few minutes.

Sharing a bed with Aurelia was... intense sometimes. She did not think ten women could have absorbed all of Aurelia's affections; or emptied all the love in her mate's large testicles, to be honest. She rode facing away from Aurelia, and so she could look down and observe the throbbing, churning orbs.

Or at least she could have at the start of their session.

Now though, her vision was obscured by the swell of her stomach. Pumped full and stretched taught with each powerful splurt! which only distended her belly further. Each time she rose and fell, wet sloshing sounds gurgled from her depths. The sensation of so much seed, so much cum broiling inside her touched places she had not known she had. There was some magic at play, there had to be. There was no ordinary explanation for how Aurelia's shaft managed to fit inside her without serious and permanent damage. And each successive climax only proved the point more and more, as she was stretched and stuffed with Aurelia's thick cum.

As she came crashing down, her thighs and ass slapping against Aurelia's pelvis, a hoarse moan was ripped from her lips. Each and every time she lifted herself on shaking legs, only to plap! back down, breath inside her lungs was pushed out from beneath. Aurelia's cock and churning cum forcing the air from her body with every shuddering stroke.

She didn't know how she could live without this. Or how she had ever lived before meeting Aurelia. Was all sex like this?

Thoughts swirled round and round in Thessa's head. Each time she dragged herself up and down Aurelia's shaft was a revelation. Each time their skin met was a jolt which set her aflame.

As Thessa attempted to lift herself again, to drag her insides along the thick, veiny shaft, her shaky legs finally gave out. She slid back down Aurelia's cock, only having risen halfway up. She convulsed as she slammed down, toes curling and limbs shaking. She tried to rise again, to move, to cause any sort of friction which would satisfy her burning need. But her legs were jelly, and would not move.

Thessa whined, keening with need. Letting out an animalistic noise which would have shamed her to her core if she could hear herself. Practically a moo!

A large hand with long, slender fingers grabbed hold of her waist. The hand firmly, but gently began to grind Thessa in place. Making circles with her hips, sometimes sawing back and forth. Each motion caused the enormous shaft inside her to shift and twist, rubbing delightfully against her taught insides. Her cries dimmed, then stopped all together as her savior saw to her needs. Using her body like a toy.

As she was ground against Aurelia's pelvis, she could feel the throbbing mass inside her. She could feel it's pulsating rhythm quickening as it's turgid girth swelled. The hand pressed her down, locking her in place. Her pussy stretched tight around the base of Aurelia's swollen cock in preparation for the oncoming rush.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Thessa's belly distended further. Reaching low enough for the bottom curve of her swell to rest against against the blankets between Aurelia's legs. She moaned, letting out a sound that was definitely not a moo. She was still, motionless. The hand no longer needed to keep her still as she reveled in the sensations as the cock inside her twitched and jerked as it belched it's heady cargo.

The feeling of her insides stretching around the expanding load inside her drove her wild. Small, primal urges deep down were completely doused in a torrent of Aurelia's seed. Each moment she felt like she might pop like an overripe fruit, and yet more room was found inside her. The dome of her belly spread before her, filling the space between Aurelia's larger legs from where she sat like she was on a throne.

When the last pulses of cum left Aurelia's still hard cock, Thessa was limp and drowsy. Her hands lightly tracing up and down her own curves in wonder. The only thing keeping her upright in that moment, was the pillar of pleasure she sat on. Holding her up like a brace upon a building.

The strong, slender hand, which had held her with the strength of iron and a grip like velvet, finally drew her back so that Thessa's back was to Aurelia's front. The cushions of Aurelia's chest gave Thessa a soft, responsive pillow as her breaths evened out. The fingers stroking the crown of her head and stroking her hair began to call her into the land of dreams. But before she crossed over into that restful domain, she let out a sigh, nestled her head deeper into Aurelia's cleavage, and uttered a few absent words.

"I hope it's twins I'm carrying."

And then she promptly went to sleep.

Aurelia couldn't imagine her life without Junia or Thessa, not anymore. They had grown to be a part of her. She looked forwards to Thessa's cooked meals every second of the day. Junia's smile when she saw her made her heart leap. They build a little bit more onto their love every day, through rain or shine, through ork ambushes or steamy bathhouses.

And of course, the sex didn't hurt.

One hand guided Thessa, grinding and moving the Tauren so that their bodies melded together. The other cradled Junia, teasing and doing all sorts of things Aurelia's hadn't even known her fingers could do. She simply watched Junia's face, and let her hand do the rest.

The air inside the wagon was warm and moist against her skin, the confined space had heated up quickly once they had begun their lovemaking. The canvas top had been drawn over to keep the noise in as much as possible, but Aurelia had noticed the odd creak of a wheel axel when Thessa had been feeling particularly energetic earlier.

The thought made her look down towards her Tauren lover. Her brown hair trailed down her back, swaying as Aurelia guided and swirled the woman on her cock. Where their bodies met, the light spread of Thessa's ass and thighs as they rested on Aurelia's pelvis was enough to make her cock throb with renewed need. And of course, the wet sloshing which was an ever present background symphony to their nightly music.

The Tauren's belly was now quite an impressive statement, and Aurelia could see it from behind on both sides of Thessa's torso. Shifting her gaze back to Junia, her human lover's lips made a wide O as her hands gripped Aurelia's wrist. Seeming to want her to both speed up and slow down at the same time. Aurelia's eyes slid lower, to where the human's midsection bulged outward. She did not sport as large a gift as she has now given Thessa, but it was still enough to stir something primal inside Aurelia.

A deep, darker part of her liked seeing her lovers like this. Her women. Hers. And the knowledge that they were full of her essence, her love, her seed only made her balls clench harder. Perhaps it was wrong, extreme, too far. None of them could appear in public like this, not without censure. But Aurelia couldn't stop, and it seemed neither could her women. The relentless pressure in her balls built by the hour, and she couldn't ever imagine going back to using her own hands anymore. All those days exposed to the Priestesses of Ceres, there had been many a night where Aurelia imagined that they were swollen with her children. That they had grown large, bodies shaping and adapting to an ever increasing load because of her virility. And the swollen stomachs of her lovers only fueled her lusts.

The mental image of an entire temple of women, dramatically swollen with her children was enough to push her over the edge once more. Her balls drew up, churning with fresh seed. She locked Thessa into place, ensuring not a drop escaped the Tauren's already stretched womb. She pulled Junia tight against her, encircling her with one her her great wings to keep her close while her hand worked away below. With every pulse she imagined her lovers swelling, hips and breasts growing into childbearing. In a haze her limbs worked with minds of their own, touching, holding, feeling her women as she climaxed.

Only when her euphoria was over did she relax once more, cuddling Junia to her side and resting Thessa against her chest. She felt complete in that moment, as though she was one with the natural state of the world.

Then, a dreamy voice mumbled up from her chest.

"Mmm. I hope it's twins I'm carrying."

Her cock twitched, she couldn't help it. She waited for her Tauren lover to continue, but when Thessa remained silent without giving any further words, Aurelia just had to assume it was either sleep talking, or Thessa was getting awfully comfortable dropping shattering announcements. She had half a mind to wake Thessa up and shake her until she told her what she meant, but seeing the woman snoozing peacefully against her chest was enough to change her mind. Like a cat sleeping on one's lap.

Looking over, Junia had was still awake and had obviously heard Thessa's words, judging from her wide eyes.

"Do you have any crazy announcements to make?" Aurelia asked sarcastically, brushing a strand of brunette hair out of Junia's eyes and adjusting how they lay together. The woman looked up, meeting her gaze. She bit her lip lightly, hesitating before letting out the words:

"I... uh... well I'm late for my bleeding too..."

The guard marched along the rows of carts and wagons. Each was neatly placed, in line, in file. It was fifty three steps from the start of one row to the end. Fifty three steps across, twelve steps down, then fifty three more, then on to the next. His helm was freshly oiled and cleaned, and it reflected the light from his torch as he marched. By his side was a blunt club. Enough to wallop any who tried any wise ideas late in the night. One wagon rocked slightly as he passed by, sounds of pleasure audible enough to his trained ears. He shrugged, there was no theft, no vagrancy, no issues for him. And so he kept walking. It would hardly be the first time someone had the clever idea of fucking in a wagon, though he couldn't imagine it'd be very comfortable. What with the wooden bottoms and splinters and all. But that was none of his concern.

If he had been keener of eye, he might have noticed a shadow which lingered a little too long under his torch. Or how the darkness cast by the spoke of a wagon wheel was slightly too thick. The cries of pleasure muffled any scuffle of padded feet or rustle of cloth which he might have heard with his keen ears.

But he was not the shadow's target. And so he lived.

The shadow could have taken him. Muffled his cries and silenced him forever with the kiss of a blade. But killing led to bodies, and bodies led to questions, and questions led to unnecessary attention. He did not like unnecessary attention.

He crept along, from carriage to carriage. Crouched steps muffled by carnal animalistic cries. Stupid. He thought as he arrived at his target. Stupid to be so vulnerable in such an exposed area. Anyone could just... He hopped lightly upwards, feet finding purchase on the lip of the wagon. Just far enough as to not disturb the air, and angled so that his shadow would not be cast across the canvas covering. Concealed thus, he waited for the women inside to quiet down. Sleeping targets were always easier.

It took a disturbingly long time.

He could not imagine sex could ever take such a long time, and yet, here he was. Only now confident in the slow, rhythmic breathing he heard from inside. With deft fingers he parted the entrance seam, reaching into his cloak for a slim blade coated with a substance which reflected darkly in the night's dim light.

Inside he saw his three targets, vulnerable at last. No more escaping into the wilderness, no more meddling Tribunes or Adventurers getting in the way. They were all curled up together, nice and easy. The main target was on her back, with the half-bred on her front and the upstart bitch huddled into her side. From where he stood, framed in the entrance flap to the wagon, he had an unobstructed view. An unobstructed view of the distended bellies which softly churned and gurgled to his ears. A view right up between the legs of the target and the cow-woman... where a pair of enormous testicles pulsed gently, right below a massive penis still inside the Tauren.

He froze there, stunned. This had not been in the briefing. This had not been expected. How was he to explain this when he presented the master with his prize?

He calmed himself. Those thoughts were above his station. His role was clear.

He slowly crept forwards, the new wagon's joints were plum and strong. They held his weight easily without any revealing creaking sounds. He extended his arm with the slender blade, more of a prick or spindle than a knife. He had to be careful, it took skill to administer the sedative. More then just a nick, he would have to find a suitable vein to work effectively without disturbing the others. Perhaps two or three veins for the main target. But after that, the hard part of his job would be over. The wagon would be picked up in the morning, papers and coin exchanged, and none would be the wiser.

As he leant over the three women, about to begin his work, a small cracking sound disturbed the air. He froze instantly, waiting for the disturbance to pass, but it came again, and again. Louder each time. Silently whirling to find the source, he noticed a bundle of blankets shifting slightly on it's own.

Was it a rat? Perhaps some small vermin had climbed up the side of the wagon in search of food.

But when he unraveled the small bundle, what he beheld was not some rat or mouse, but a large bronze egg. Occasionally rocking in place to the sound of ceramic tapping.

Thinking quickly, he reached inside his cloak for another blade, a true knife this time. Pressing the tip against the shell, he smiled to himself. Something always went wrong on a mission, always. He was just glad it was something easy this time.

With a firm hand, he pressed the tip of the blade into the egg. Silencing the sounds of tapping.

Or at least, he would have if the blade hadn't scrapped off the side, shearing away like armour.

He whirled, scrape of metal on metal had been loud in the quiet night. Looking into the faces of his targets, he saw the half-breed was still sleeping, the human was still sleeping, and the Target... Her sky blue eyes met his. They met his.

In an instant, he was blind. White-gold light rendering his night adjusted eyes useless. He instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, and he beheld the frighteningly pale backside of a hand. His hand. A hand he had not seen in years.

He was trained, and the shock wore off in only a moment. He threw himself backwards out of the wagon, flipping over himself and landing on his feet. Sounds of alarm and wakefulness rang out from the wagon, and he began to sprint away down the rows of wagons, seeking darkness and and the safety of winding streets.

A tall man with a polished helm and a cruel looking club stepped out in front of him. The shadow leant to the side, allowing himself to bleed into the sides of the wagons as he slipped by. Crack! Pain exploded in his head, and he stumbled, but managed to keep his footing. That man had seen him. Seen. Him. And had been able to actually hit him. Something was wrong.

Though his head was ringing, and his focus was shattered, his feet were still swift, and they knew how to navigate the frenzied streets of Rome. He soon left the discovery and pain of the wagon yard behind as he fell into more familiar pathways. Though... His head still hurt.