Drip-Fed

More had changed than the colour of her eyes. The stripes of her skin, one of the markers of her bestial kinship, had shifted in position, colouration and shapes. The former was not a new phenomenon, the wandering of the pigmentation on her chocolate complexion a simple manifestation of biological processes.

However, it had never been this rapid. They changed practically day to day, sometimes just changing their outline, at other times entirely moving to a different part of her. They were of a greyish black colouration now, not just a brown a shade darker than the rest of her skin, and reflected light in a subtly different way, more like oiled leather than taut skin. Most of the markings were still stripes, some, especially those on her arms and legs, changed into jagged patters or flowing swirls.

Apexus had ample time studying all of the differences the morning brought while lying beneath her.

“Oh… fuck… oh… yes!” Reysha cried out. Waves of pleasure washed over her with enough intensity to make her spasm. Every bounce was another ecstatic cresting in the ocean of her desire. Since contacting the mana of the Omniverse, her nerves were alight with acuity. Everything was so much… more.

Her fluttering, silver eyes shone lightly in the dark room. It was the light of the Omniverse, absorbed into her very essence by the same condition that had darkened her scleras. The stripes around her eyes, too, had wandered, now located just beneath them, adding a curved underline to those gorgeous, argent orbs.

“Fuck!” Reysha screamed out. Her hands roamed her curves, teasing her brown nipples. Her mouth was wide open, her sharp teeth a primal and pearly reminder of how much of a weapon her body alone was. Her swollen pussy stretched obscenely around his large cock, clenching walls sticking to him on every rise of her wide hips. “I’m… about to… Apexus… do it!”

The humanoid chimera extended his hand. Several tendrils followed, each of them expertly striking one of five meridians. The first four did nothing. The fifth time Apexus’ spread fingers touched the twin meridians adjacent to the soft protrusions of her hip bones - to great effect.

Throwing her head back, Reysha howled. Dual orgasms hit her, the triggered meridians and simple physical satisfaction intertwining into a potent release. Her toned hourglass figure danced in the waves of pleasure, spasms claiming her mind and body. Juices squirted from her cunt with every shudder.

Apexus could not hold on. Enveloped by her massaging depths, his seed pumped from the tip of his engorged manhood deep into his redheaded partner. It was a massive load, charged with his aphrodisiac pheromones.

A duality of orgasms became a triad. Heat pumped into her core. Reysha could feel it rise from her womb up her spine, overloading her senses. The glorious moment it reached her brain, everything but pleasure ceasedto exist. The squirting of her juices spiked into an explosive spray. Her howl was snuffed out, reduced to a choked gasping. Empty lungs, rolling eyes, tensed muscles, Reysha was a statuesque embodiment of the moment of climax.

She held the position, trembles aside, for as long as his seed continued to spill into her. Only once the last drop had been emptied into her did the taut strings get cut. Reysha slumped forwards, getting gently lowered by Apexus to his chest.

“Your cum… being orgasm juice… is the fucking best,” she moaned, voice ragged from all the screaming.

“Satisfied?” Apexus asked.

“…Nah, we’re going again,” the redhead decided.

Korith loudly cleared her throat. She had approached the bedroom once she had noticed that there was a break in the constant smacking of Reysha’s ass against Apexus’ skin. “Uhhhh, about that. We got the next Black Root, so…?”

“Seriously, right the fuck now?” Annoyed, Reysha’s eyes dimmed to a dull grey colour. Pigmentation under her skin actively shifted, the stripes beneath her eyes returning to their old position. There was no more light from her eyes. Irises, barely visible, sat in the centre of black warpaint. “I’m fucking here.”

“Well… you do that all the time, so the chance that the demons would find the next one while you’re doing it…” Korith let the statement be made by silence.

“…Urgh, fair point… at least I got to cum first.”

Reysha glided up Apexus’ softening shaft. An excess of his seed dripped from her gaping snatch. She saved some from falling to the bedsheets, sampling the taste of their union and trembling from the aftershock. It lifted her mood enough that her facial markings drifted back down.

“Imma clean myself really quick.”

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Reysha’s claws were as long as the last joint of each finger, curved and wickedly sharp. They ripped through the un-flesh of the Parasytes, tearing their corporeal form apart with ease. Any attempt at retaliation was futile, their pace failing to even approach that of the Rogue. Within just a few minutes, she had dispatched of the two guarding creatures.

“Alrighty,” Reysha returned to the rest of the party. “Let’s hold that cushion!”

“Please hold it tight,” Korith pleaded as she removed her chest plate. The original assumption, that she could rely on its regeneration in a pinch, was undone by the assumed need for nudity.

Korith blushed, but stripped down to nothing all the same. Red scales covered the hands and lizard-like feet of the shortstack. Her tail twitched in anticipation of the upcoming boost. She was thankful this fourth Black Root had been found so quickly.

The vial changed hands from Apexus to her. It was a single, solid colour: the gold of her hair. She turned it between her claws, waiting for her moment.

As before, Apexus grabbed the Black Root. As before, the un-growth resisted. As before, it cracked open. The fourth time around, the process was established and though they were respectful of the forces involved, the party could navigate it all with confidence.

Korith downed the potion. The mana of the Omniverse touched her. After the description of the others, she had anticipated a great revelation. Instead, she felt what Apexus had. Her senses tried to interpret the mana flooding into her, doing so as a steady up and down of heat and cold and neither. She was tingling all over. It was almost painful. It was almost pleasurable.

But it was neither. It was simply a sensation that filled her, until the effect of the potion wore off.

Prepared for the ‘punch’, Korith dug in her claws. Leaving trenches in the unnaturally uniform soil, she was pushed back several metres. Density, shortness and her Warrior Control all prevented her from being launched into the air like the others had.

Reysha drooled at the scene. “Look at that jiggle. Hellroots, she is hot.”

“Are you alright?” Aclysia asked as she lowered the pillow.

“Yup… more than alright…!” the kobold shouted back contemplatively.

One had to imagine all the things she could do for Hoard.