If so, his cock was hitting her like a line of cocaine from the way she started to lap at him hungrily. He could hear a faint rustle of wings and a quiet sigh from Meg - she had dipped her hand between her thighs. One thumb ruffled her pubic feathers, while two fingers smoothly glided along her cunt-lips, then plunged up. She hissed and groaned. Then Liam grunted as Liv sat on his face with a hiss of pleasure. Her sex was still moist with his cum, and mixed between that salty flavor was her own intense arousal.
Meg snorted. “Gods above, Mary, were you stockpiling pheromones?”
Mary drew her nose and lips away from Liam’s cock, panting softly. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “It’s my time of the month.”
Liam had listened to all of this while tonguing hungrily at Liv’s sex. His tongue had slurped from the base of her sex to the very edge of her pert rump, his nose pressing against her ass. She smelled fresh and clean, and every time his tongue touched her clit, then licked upwards towards her taint, Liv made a quiet hiss noise, her fingernails pressing into the flesh of his belly. But hearing what Mary said made him almost jerk his head upwards.
Save that Liv’s thighs were strong and athletic enough to keep his face down against the bed.
“You have a time of the month?” Meg asked, laughing.
Mary leaned forward and closed her mouth around the thick head of Liam’s cock. She pushed forward and took three inches of hard cock into her mouth with a loud moan of ‘mmmhmm!’ That buzzing set off a rush of pleasure through Liam’s body, making him moan against Liv’s pussy as he kissed at her.
Liv hissed between clenched teeth. “Gods, your husband can eat pussy like... like, ah…” She shuddered and her voice dissolved into incoherence as Liam reached up to squeeze her ass with one hand, his other hand stroking Mary’s head as he rubbed his tongue in slow circles around Liv’s clit. Liv’s back arched and her juices flooded his mouth as she let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Liv’s pussy moved away from Liam’s mouth and he had a few dazed moments to simply lay back and marvel in the pleasure of Mary’s mouth slipping further and further down his cock, her tongue sliding in slurping circles around his member as she bobbed her head forward, then backwards, forward then backwards. As her eagerness started to push her wimple and veil askew, Liam managed to get himself sitting up again. Meg pressed herself against his side - but just so that she could reach out and grab onto Liv. With a tug, she brought Liv against Liam’s other side.
The two women pressed against him, Meg’s larger breasts as comforting as the pillows of his bed, Liv’s smaller chest feeling silky and smooth. Liv nibbled on his ear lazily and Liam’s eyes went hooded as Mary started to hum quietly.
“Oh fuck!”
Liam knew he should have held back. He should have stopped himself from crying out. But as Meg had spoken, Mary’s tail had slipped slowly along her own sex, growing slicked with her juices as it went, until finally, the tip had pressed against his ass, worming against the sheets, then pushing slowly up into his anus. The movement had been gentle and slick enough that Liam had had no time to object. Then he had no reason too. His jaw clenched as he tried to keep from crying out as loudly again, but the feeling of that tail pressing against a place deep inside of his body, combined with the soft humming of her mouth…
It was too much.
Meg laughed, then leaned forward and kissed him, muffling his moans as Liam erupted into Mary’s mouth. Mary forced her lips forward just a bit more, her throat bobbing as she drank and drank...but as Liam felt his cum starting to taper off after the fierce heat of his first orgasm, Mary drew back. Her cheeks were distended with his cum and he watched open mouthed as she grabbed onto Liv’s hair and yanked her forward. Liv squeaked - then moaned as Mary’s lips and hers met. They kissed, and Liv accepted the cum she was being fed.
Meg smiled, watching the two.
“So,” she said. “I need to give Liv mommy lessons.”
“You…” Liam panted. “Is that a good idea?” He gasped in for some more air. “I mean, isn't it... dangerous?”
Liv shuddered as Mary’s tail slipped between their legs, coiling up to plunge into Liv’s eager cunt. She started to fuck Liv with her tail - and the motion ground Mary’s tail against the lilin’s desperate pussy. The two girls started to writhe in pleasure as they bucked and ground against one another. Liam let himself sprawl backwards into Meg’s lap, feeling her breasts cushion his head.
“Maybe, but I think it’ll be worth it,” Meg said. “Besides, we’ll need more moms.”
“Yeah, it takes a village, even with Tethis and you and the-”
“Because you’re going to knock me up tonight,” Meg said, her voice light. She spoke it as if it was a decided, done deal. But when Liam - electrified into motion by what she had said - sprang up and swung his head around to look at her, he could see her nerves. She bit her lower lip.
Liam took her hand, gently. “I…”
Meg’s voice was soft. “It’s not selfish, is it? I love Brax and Marion with all my heart. But…”
Liam cupped her cheek with his other hand. Mary and Liv both seemed to drift away in the background. Slowly, he leaned forward, then kissed Meg on the mouth. his tongue slid between her lips and Meg arched her back, mashing her breasts against his arm and chest. She pushed him back onto the bed, her wings flaring as she straddled him. Once more, Liam was brought back to his first days on Purgatory, when all was strange, save for the intense, feminine lust of Meg.
Through war and pain, love and laughter, they had grown together. And when she pushed him back and away so she could draw breath, the only words on his lips were: “Yes, god yes…”
Meg chortled. “You just want to see me get big. And round. And curvy.” She grinned. Wickedly. “I remember how you panted after Fizit while she was three months in and nearly about to sire. Well, I’ll have you know…” Her voice was husky. “Valkyrie children take a year and a day to... get ready.”
The soft slap of Liam’s cock hitting her rump as he went from half to full mast jerked a laugh out of her.
“I knew you had a pregnancy fetish!”
“I never said otherwise-”
“Knew. It.” Meg grinned, then shoved him onto the back of the bed. Her voice became a husky purr. “I hear that the spells that allow for cross-species fertilization have... interesting effects on women.” Her voice was husky.
Liam gulped.
He’d fucked Meg in the jungle, in alleyways, in dungeons, in the bath, in beds, over his desk, against walls, and on drugs. He had never thought he could feel nervous about laying her again... until now.
“I guess we better find Tethis,” he managed.
Meg’s hands grabbed onto his and then she flapped her wings once. They almost flew out of bed, Liam’s feet hitting the ground. He yelped and almost fell flat on his face as his artificial foot almost slipped off his stump. He almost tumbled on his face before Meg caught him, laughing.
“Sorry about that,” she said, grinning.
Liam made a face at her. But as they turned to go, Liv reached out with one languid arm and caught Meg’s wrist. She tugged the other woman back and herself up, Mary making a soft mewling noise as her mouth detached from Liv’s hard nipple with a soft pop. Liv looked up at Meg, her breath coming in soft, eager pants. “I heard you two,” she said.
Meg blinked, looking slightly confused. Then Liv said: “Mommy lessons.”
Meg chuckled, softly, then sat down on the bed. She gently drew Liv away from Mary’s soft, red form. Liam smiled as she saw the two naked girls sitting next to each other. Liv was the picture of pure nervousness and was trying to hide it under her normal bravado, her long white hair spilling down to almost cover her breasts. Meg looked like she was searching for the right words. And Mary... well, Mary looked like she was still in mewling fuckpet mode.
That was the moment her tail snaked around his still intact ankle and started to yank him forward. Liam’s arms fl
ailed and he skidded along the ground before falling onto the bed. He spread his hands so as not squash Mary - and her spread her thighs wide in response. Her ankle thrust between Meg and Liv’s faces. Meg gently put her hand on Mary’s ankle and lifted her leg out of the way, her wings fluttering slightly as she closed them around her shoulders.
“I’m not sure I can be a mom,” Liv said, quietly.
Liam bit his lip and tried to be very quiet as he slipped, inch by lovely inch, into Mary’s hungry cunt. His hand clapped over her mouth and she moaned happily against his palm, her eyes closing, her face filled with utter joy and contentment as her vice tight pussy clenched on his cock. Liam nearly drew blood.
Meg reached up and gently smacked Liv’s cheek. Liv started. “The fuck-”
“I’m going to do that every time you say stupid shit,” Meg said, casually. She drew her legs up onto the bed, then crossed them. “You might not be my slave anymore, but I remember how Liam tiptoed around you the whole time, and you just drove him to distraction. So, everytime you say something stupid, I’ll smack you. Preferably on the butt.” She purred. “That’s more fun.”
Liv scowled. “Fun, huh?”
“Well, you don’t expect me to not have fun while my hubby’s balls deep in some nun.” Meg chuckled. “Hey, Liam, what’s black, white, and shuddering all over?”
Liam - who was on his fifth thrust, his body moving with glacial slowness to try and not interrupt the conversation going on beside him - hissed: “Going to hell, Meg!”
Meg laughed, then turned her head back to Liv, who was flushing slightly. “Fine. Here’s some truth. I?” Liv pointed at herself. “I’m not... I can’t... I can’t be a mom. I never planned any of this! What will I teach the kid?”
“Marion,” Meg said, quietly.
Liv bit her lip. Guilt wracked across her face and she slowly looked down. Her eyes closed as she breathed in, then out. It was a slow, measured movement of air, and Meg’s brow furrowed as she noted the slight ripple that slid along Liv’s hair, as if a kind of energy was crawling along her skin. “Marion,” Liv said. “I didn’t even pick her name…”
Meg reached out with one wing and closed it around Liv, drawing her close.
“I like it,” Liv said, turning her head aside. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t looking at Meg. Instead, her nose was pressing into the feathers of Meg’s wing as she leaned against Meg’s shoulder. Liv closed her eyes and whispered. “I’m terrified, okay? I’m terrified that I’ll just be my father again. That’ll I’ll raise a weapon, or a tool. Not a daughter.” Her finger stroked along the feathers of Meg’s wing.
Meg tried to ignore slow kindling lust that having her wings petted always lit between her thighs. Now was not the time. Instead, she instead put her hand on Liv’s shoulder - as chastely as she could. She squeezed and said: “You won’t. I’ll be here. To smack you. If you start doing stupid shit.” She smiled. “Raising your daughter to be a tool definitely falls under that umbrella.”
Liv nodded and chuckled. “I suppose it does.”
She looked at Meg, her eyes shining. Those beautiful, electric blue eyes. So similar to Meg’s, it was like looking into the eyes of a sister. Meg chuckled. “We are actually more alike than I think either of us like to admit. Yeah, I fly, and have super-strength and bigger titties-”
Liv slapped her thigh with a laugh.
“But we both had bastard fathers. We both love men who definitely don’t deserve us.”
“Hey!” Liam called weakly, his head tucked down against Mary’s shoulder, his cum dripping down her ass as she twitched and writhed in the ecstasy that only a lilin with a cunt-full of cum could feel.
“You just need my innate perfection and self-confidence!” Meg said, cheerfully thrusting out her chest as she planted her hands behind her on the bed. Liv snorted, then leaned against her. She kissed Meg’s neck gently.
“Fine,” she whispered.
Meg smiled and looped one arm around Liv’s shoulder. Her hand reached up to gently caress Liv’s ear, causing Liv to shudder slightly. Meg shook her head and simply held Liv, petting her until Liv started to snore quietly. Meg wasn’t surprised - the poor elf had been through an intense flurry of emotions and strange powers. She’d have been tuckered out in her place. Behind her, Mary was snoring as well. Liam stood with a hangdog, bedraggled look, and together, they put Liv into her bed and tucked her up against Mary. The two clung to one another and settled a moment later, Mary’s tail coiling around Liv’s waist.
“It’s going to be hard teaching her how to be maternal,” Meg said, quietly. “But it will be worth it and I’m glad she wants to be.” She paused. “Not that there’s anything wrong with not wanting to have kids, but when you already got them…” She spread her hands, slightly. “You have to step up.”
Liam took Meg’s hand. He walked her to the door of the room, then murmured. “You've been an awesome mom to Marion. She'd have been fine.”
Meg slapped him, gently. “Hah! Kids need, like, twenty moms. At least. Have you seen how much work it takes to keep them occupied?”
Liam felt his normal stab of guilt flare to life. Before he could reflect on that, though, he found himself being dragged along the corridor so fast that he nearly lost his foot. Meg held his arm in hers and walked towards Tethis’ office. They arrived to find Tethis pouring over papers and notes, her brow furrowing. Her mage-light cast a warm glow in the office, which added a delicious cast to her emerald green skin, which was mostly exposed by her small shift. Meg stole into the room nearly silently. When her hands closed around Tethis’ breasts, the small woman almost leaped into Meg’s chin with her squeal of surprise.
“Meg!” Tethis sounded angry.
Meg grinned and set Tethis down on the desk. “Get me fertile, Tethis, cause Liam and I are going to baby town.”
“No!” Tethis exclaimed.
Meg looked at Liam, then back at Tethis.
“Why not?” Liam asked, cocking his head.
“You’re still recovering from having your brain operated on!” Tethis said. “Residual healing energies are still in your body. A fertility spell is one of the most complex spells on Purgatory. It took an Ancient artifact to make splicing lizardfolk and human genetics possible, and the difference between lizardfolk and humans is far less great than the difference between a valkyrie and a human. You’re part god, part Ancient construct, and part…” She flung up her hands. “Who knows!”
Meg looked chagrined. “Really? I didn’t think it’d be that hard…”
Tethis sighed, slowly. “I can’t do it tonight.” Then her features softened. “But I will have the spell ready by the time your body is ready for it. That I promise.” She smiled slightly at Meg, who now looked resigned to waiting. But then a momentary flash of emotion crossed Tethis' face. She immediately looked intensely guilty as she tried to hide what she had been thinking. Meg and Liam glanced at one another. Liam arched an eyebrow at Meg. Meg inclined her head, as if to say: Ladies first.
Liam rolled his eyes, then smiled at Tethis. “What was it you were going to ask, Tethis?”
Tethis rubbed the back of her neck. “It was nothing.”
“Don’t make me sic Meg on-”
“I was wondering!” Tethis squeaked out, her cheeks darkening to an almost black as her flush grew more intense. “I-If I could ask for a, uh, payment.”
Liam chuckled. “I think I've kept you pretty well supplied.”
“Actually, I think you've been neglecting me,” Tethis said quietly. “Earlier was the first time in a year. Once isn't enough.”
Meg smirked. “Well, what are you waiting for, husband? Start boning Tethis so we can make a baby.”
“I want more than that,” Tethis said, blushing. “Back during the War, I was... Laurentinus and I were... were getting close. He and I were together when we were attacked, and we never got a chance to, uh, to…” She trailed off.
Liam grinned, slowly. “You want me to set something up?”
Tethis hung her head forward. Quietly, she whispered. “Yes…”
Liam reached out. His finger caught Tethis’ chin and lifted her head up. His eyes bored into hers as he leaned forward. His voice was husky and dominant. “You want me to see if Laurentinus wants to slide his cock into your tight little pussy?”
“Yesss,” Tethis hissed.
“And other places?”
“Mayyyybe,” Tethis moaned.
Liam felt his member slowly hardening again. The pheromone hit and Tethis earlier spell had left him with at least one more round. Meg rubbed her hands together with a wicked grin as Liam took Tethis’ hand in his.
“Come on. Though, ah, I should get a kilt on first.”
***
Laurentinus had been the captain of the city guard, back when it had been merely a busy trading city and not the most powerful city state in Purgatory. Now, as a general of the Cross Guard, his duties were mostly administrative. That didn’t mean that he sat around on his laurels. Liam and Tethis found him in one of the training rooms on the first level of the palace, working on his swordwork. He was as shirtless as Liam, and like Liam, handling a blade had given him a toned physique. While he lacked Liam’s sheer size and bulk, he made up for it with gymnast's grace and panther sleekness.
His green skin shone with sweat as he finished a set of moves, pausing to sheath his practice sword in its scabbard before turning to face Liam and Tethis. His face - a serious, stoic one that hadn’t even shown fear during the worst parts of the War of the False God - flashed for one instant upon seeing Tethis before he schooled it to stillness again. Coughing, he inclined his head. “Lord Vanderbilt. Lady Tethis.”
Liam nodded. “At ease, General.” He smiled. “How is training going, Laurentinus?”
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