As he withdraws his fingers from your cunt, leaving a gaping emptiness within you, you fall to your hands and knees. You wiggle the heart shape of your ass for his benefit and look desperately over your shoulder.
“Please. Please fuck me. Breed me.”
The centaur arches a brow, then grins in lascivious triumph. “Already you have learned your place. I knew you would be suited for my cock. Prepare yourself.”
You tense your arms and adjust your position to prepare for the rough fucking to ensue. You feel the searing heat of his flare headed cock as he steps over you, overshadowing you with his presence. His hooves clop into place around you. The rigid length of his cock slaps you back, trailing a trail of precum as he draws it back and aligns it with your glistening cunt.
He thrust home, filling you in a single burst. You’re jerked forward, gasping as he fills you despite the earlier efforts of his fingers. Your hot channel stretches to the seams against his cock. You can feel its every contour. Its every throbbing vein. You moan, rolling your head as your body submits to being this monster’s cock sleeve. The head of his cock seems to reach your very womb. Never could you have imagined the depths of this sensation. The feeling of being well and truly stuffed.
His heavy balls rest against your mons, then he draws back out. You whimper, shaking at the sensation of his massive cock dragging through your body. He nearly pulls out, then stops, and thrusts home once more.
His mating is brutal. He abandons all pretense of gentleness. He ruts you, his equine legs working like pistons as he heaves his cock into your depths. You rock with the motions, your pillowy breasts beneath you. The scent of the corrupted grass filling your nose. You whimper and moan. Scream and gasp with the pleasure of his breeding.
“F-fuck! Yes. Oh gods! Breed me!”
He does not take long. Your receptive body squeezes his orgasm out of him. He gives a last great thrust, knocking the head of his cock deeper than ever before. He stills, and with a roar, explodes inside of you.
“Ahhhhh!” You raise your head, arching against the pole which impales you. You scream as his cum invades your womb. The curse takes hold like a burst of pleasure which washes through your body. Every nerve sings with your culmination as you cum about his cock, his and your juices squirting around the seal of his cock and onto the grass.
He lets out a heaving sigh of satisfaction. Then, he starts to walk forward. Still impaled upon his cock, you whimper and moan as you are dragged across the ground beneath him, your head spinning from the pressure of his length within you.
He stops, and you raise your head. You are before the tree where Kara is held, your sister’s eyes lidded, her breath hot and short. You can see the shapes of the tree’s tentacles writhing beneath her clothes as they amuse themselves with the gentle curves of her breasts and the pits of her mouth, cunt and ass.
“She is fair and strong as well,” the centaur says, his voice seeming to vibrate through the cock and into your body. “But not as shapely as you. I give her fate to you. Shall we leave her to the vines? Should I free her? Or shall I mate with her as well and give her the gift I have blessed you with?”
You stare up at the lust filled form of you sister. Nothing but a puppet of pleasure, twitched and pulled by the vines which drape her. You cannot leave your sister to such a fate.
“Breed her, master,” you breathe. “Fill her with your cock as you did me. Make her…make her your second broodmare.”
The centaur chuckles, and you whimper as the vibrations rock through your well stuffed cunt. “Very well.” He steps back, pulling his cock out of you. “But you shall prepare her, my mare.”
His cock slides from you with an audible slurp. You drop to the forest floor, twitching from the sudden loss of the monster’s girth. You force yourself to your knees, your belly shifting beneath you obscenely with the amount of cum which stuffs you. You look back at the centaur. His dark fur and monstrous face, his equine cock as hard as ever, waiting for you to prepare your own sister for his attentions.
By the Great One he is glorious.
You turn back to Kara and drag yourself to your knees, then to your feet. You find yourself level with her mons, and without preamble, you draw down her pants and underwear. Her clothes stick to her, her skin dripping with the vine’s slimy sap. Your eyes close and you take a moment to inhale deeply the mingling scent of her arousal and the sickly sweet reek of the sap.
You take the vine in her cunt and gently draw it from her swollen folds. She groans with the loss, twitching to try and keep it in.
“Shhh,” you coo, stroking her thigh. “We’ll fill it Kara. We’ll fill it.” Then, you reach forward, and slip your fingers into her cunt.
Kara’s breath hitches as you stretch her lower lips with your fingers. She trembles about your hand as you gently stretch her. With fascination you watch as her lower lips open, expanding beneath your attentions to an obscene width. You pant, your breath washing against the gaping pink depths which you open in her.
“P-Penny,” Kara whimpers.
“Shhh,” you purr, stroking your sister’s thigh comfortingly even as you prepare her. Your hand falls from her flushed skin to your overstuffed stomach. You feel it shift beneath the pressure of your hand, your cum stuffed depths filling you with the comforting weight of your master’s cum.
The centaur clasps your shoulder. “She is ready.”
You start from your pleasured reverie and draw your hand from Kara’s gaping cunt. You can see deep within her, her inner muscles pink and twitching, soaked in the juices of the sap and her own arousal. Without thinking, you bring your fingers to your lips and lick the combined girlcum from your fingers. Your eyes roll back at the taste. Something earthy and musky. Your own cunt again warms with desire in answer to the flavor.
You sit down at the trunk of the tree as the centaur lifts down Kara, dragging her from the clutching vines. A root rises for him to bend her over, and without preamble, he mounts her.
“Guide me into her,” your mate commands.
“Yes!” You gasp. You scramble beneath him and take his girth in your hands. You cannot fit them entirely about him, only able to cradle some of his immensity. He’s still slick from mating you, and with sinful delight, you align him with Kara’s cunt, and feed him into your sister.
Kara moans, tensing as the centaur clops forward, filling her as he did you. You watch, fascinated as her stomach stretches about the bulbous head of his cock. Kara quivers, a moan wrenched from her lips as the centaur comes to rest within her.
He fucks her then. You scramble out from beneath him lest his sudden rearing hooves trample you. Scuttling back, you stop, holding your place as you watch Kara scream with pleasure as the centaur fucks her. His human half rocks back and forth as his equine lower body slams into her like a piston.
As you watch, you cannot resist. Your hands crawl down to your gaping cunt. They slip inside, finding the pearl of your clit. You tease it from its hood, index finger flicking it. Your other hand mauls your breast, twitching your pert nipples.
Your moaning cries join your sister’s as she is fucked. You throw back your head, furiously masturbating while your sister is stuffed beyond sanity by the equine monster.
You see his balls clench. His whole body thrown forward with a final movement. He roars and completes, filling Kara with his seed.
You hear it. The moment Kara’s scream turns from helpless pleasure to praise of his glory as the curse takes hold. You furiously move your finger within you. Your peak tenses your body. You grind yourself against the tree, and as you see Kara’s stomach swell with his seed, you scream, and cum again.
The echoes of your climax fade. You slump against the tree, lightheaded and gasping. Vaguely, you see the centaur withdraw from Kara and drape her over his back. Then he approaches you, and heaves your limp form onto him as well.
His laughter shudders through you as he moves back into the forest. “A fine catch indeed!”
CONTINUE
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Wait
“We need to wait for the right opportunity to strike,” you murmur to Kara. She gives you a terse nod in reply that you see in your peripheral vision. Your gaze remains fixed on your giantess mother as she circles you and your sister. You and Kara move to stay out of your mother’s reach, which is not easy, because her reach is enormous with those huge, muscular arms. Naked and with only your sword and magic to fend her off, your options are limited.
“I should never have expected more from either of you,” says your mother, a mocking smile on your face. “Kara, you have no vision, no imagination, and Penny, you are a sweet girl, but a fool. I will have to teach you both a lesson!”
She lunges at you and Kara and you have to leap in the opposite direction as your sister to avoid being snatched up in your mother’s arms. Your giantess mother nearly falls over, her huge breasts swinging and flicking fat droplets of milk. You try to reorient yourself in time to strike. As you turn to face her, you are suddenly seized from behind by powerful arms. Your sword is wrenched from your grasp and you let out a cry as your arms are bent behind your back, thrusting your plump breasts forward.
“Ah!” You cry as you realize two of the guards in crude armor have taken hold of you and immobilized your arms. A moment later, you hear Kara cry out, and you see that she has been seized by guards as well. Your mother stands triumphant as you and Kara are marched closer to her.
“You have both disappointed me terribly,” she says, looming over you with arms folded beneath her gargantuan breasts. The warriors shove you and your sisters to your knees. A spear tip presses against the back of your neck. You look up, tears welling in your eyes as you see the cruel contempt on your mother’s face. It is a sick parody of the contempt she used to show when you failed during training to become a huntress.
Doors swing open and two hooded figures stagger out followed by more armored guards. These two men are lean and naked, their pale flesh carved with dozens of nauseating runes, many of the symbols still so fresh they are oozing blood. Their cocks dangle against their emaciated thighs. Behind them, one of the warriors carries a carved box of black wood.
“The sacrifices,” your mother says. “They would have made you into glorious brides of Zhibbareth. I thought you were worthy to bear the Great One into this world, but I see now you are nothing more than whores unworthy of his glorious cock.”
She waves the two men away and the guards drag them back through the doorway.
“No,” says your mother, a savage tone in her voice. “I am tempted to send you down to the pits and let you fuck the lowliest creatures I can find for all of eternity. But… you are my blood and my blood is precious. You will serve in the Exalted Convent. Your bodies will breed countless heroes and officers for Zhibbareth’s legions.”
“Fuck you,” mutters Kara.
“Oh, my dear,” laughs your mother. “It is you and your sister who are about to be fucked; well and for the rest of your lives.” She favors Kara with a cruel smile before turning to her guards and commanding, “Bring me two cilipedes, ready for breeding.”
You moan at the thought of the semi-amorphous creatures breeding you. Kara, apparently unaware of what the creatures are, simply gives your mother a hard-eyed stare. But you have read about cilipedes and you know these large monsters are somewhere between a plant and an animal. Some theorize they were created by magic. It seems the only theory that could result in the two beasts that are herded into the chamber a few minutes later.
The cilipedes resemble glistening mounds of pale and very smooth green flesh roughly the size of mastiff hounds. They seem to glide across the floor by magic, but a close look reveals hundreds of tiny yellow limbs rippling and carrying the creatures along. The true horror, as you know from detailed illustrations of cilipedes, lurks on the underside of this featureless mound, where their hideous mouth, large nostrils, and manipulating tentacles are hidden.
The scent of moldering vegetables accompanies the cilipedes as they glide behind you and Kara. You feel something soft prod at your toes and the soles of your feet. You whine with fear as the tiny limbs begin to climb over your feet and you feel the hot touch of its hidden tentacles. The first sting sends a jolt of pain through your body, immobilizing you as you fall forward heavily onto your breasts, your cheek against the cold stone. Kara moans as she is dropped into a similar position. The cilipede venom burns through your body, feeling you with a mixture of fear and physical heat that throbs in your suddenly swampy cunt.
The weight of the cilipede presses you flatter onto the ground as it crawls atop you, covering your entire back so that only your feet and lower legs would be visible to someone on the other side.
“Enjoy, my daughters,” laughs your mother. “They mate for hours.”
You feel the mouth of the cilipede dripping its slime against the back of your neck. It moves higher, spilling slime all over your hair and the back of your head. That hideous, toothless mouth opens wide and with a slurp that is terribly loud in your ears, it begins to swallow your head completely. You remember the text from Hostile Monsters of Magical Origin, the book that contained the most complete entry on the cilipede. “Circulating oxygen and liquids directly into the head of trapped human females as it mates repeatedly in a single encounter.”
With your head trapped in the cilipede’s hot mouth, immersed in a foul smelling, effervescent saliva, you have no choice but to breathe in the liquid. It burns your sinuses and nostrils, but after convulsing as the fluid fills your lungs, you lie still and oxygen continues to circulate into your blood. As you are recovering from this painful transition, the cilipede’s two primary and six secondary penises invade your receptive body. The larger cocks are long and flexible, sliding into your pussy and ass with relative ease as the smaller, tentacle-like penises squirm into your well-lubricated holes.
The heat beneath the cilipede is oppressive, but nothing is worse than having your head stuck in its mouth, literally breathing its saliva as its cocks begin to piston steadily in and out of your holes. Its entire body undulates atop you and it emits a high-pitched whine of pleasure. After a few minutes of being used like a living object by the creature, you feel the hot gush of its plentiful seed and joy washes over your mind. The fear is gone, replaced by the sense of absolute purpose imbued by the curse and perhaps even heightened by your proximity to Zhibbareth.
For hours, you and your sister lie smothered beneath the hunching bodies of the cilipedes, your cunts and asses filled again and again and again by hot tides of tingling monstrous cum. Exhausted, drenched in sweat, slime, and spunk, you are finally released from the mating grip to vomit out the saliva in your lungs. The cilipedes are taken away as you cradle your cum-swollen belly, rolling in the slime and moaning with happiness.
“Take them to the Exalted Convent,” says your mother. “They will learn the ways and glory of Zhibbareth as they serve him as handmaidens for the rest of their lives.”
You feel strong hands grabbing your shoulders and dragging you out of the puddle of slime. You smile blankly, your head lolls, and you look over at Kara, seeing a matching smile on her face. Some part of you knows your hope of saving mankind is gone, but you don’t care. You and your sister are about to become handmaidens.
CONTINUE >
Wait to see what happens
You are overwhelmed by terrified curiosity. Kara bucks and fights against her bonds beside you, cursing your mother’s name. You remain almost motionless, legs spread by the ropes and your breasts slowly heaving with each breath. Shuffling footsteps approach the altar, along with the heavy tread of several pairs of boots. You lift your head to see armored warriors escorting a pair of hooded, gaunt figures towards the altar. These men are naked and pale, but their flesh is decorated with hundreds of carved ruins, some of which drip with fresh blood.
“The sacrifices,” murmurs your mother. “Do not be afraid, my sweet daughters. You will understand all very soon. For now, you will know the pleasure of mating
with a god.”
“You’re insane,” wails Kara, arching hard against her restraints, her naked muscles standing out in sharp relief. Sweat glistens on her pert breasts as she fights to escape. She looks at you, seemingly angry that you are not fighting with all your heart.
You look away from Kara and back at the two gaunt men, their hoods marked by spots of blood and even their flaccid cocks decorated with carved symbols. As you watch, one of the armored warriors steps forward and presents an ornately carved box of black wood to your mother. The giantess uses two fingers to flip open the lid of the box and an ominous vapor drifts out.
“He’s glorious,” your mother murmurs. She reaches into the box and lifts out a black mass of glistening flesh. It droops over the sides of her huge hand. She grasps it with both hands and tears it. With a splatter, it separates into two wriggling pieces. She brings these flopping black masses of flesh to the sacrifices. They tense and scream beneath their hoods. Armored warriors step forward to restrain the men as your mother presses one black lump of flesh to each man’s groin.
Almost simultaneously, the two lumps of black flesh seems to leap from your mother’s grasp, enveloping the penises of the men, slithering lower to engulf their testicles, and slowly extending tendrils to wrap around their hips and reach up their emaciated stomachs. The men jerk and moan beneath their hoods. Black veins spread beneath their pale skin and they stop fighting. The blackness centered on their loins begins to form into an unmistakable phallic shape rising from each man’s loins.
“No,” cries Kara. “No, this is madness. You can’t do this! It’s sick, mother! It’s vile! You have to stop this!”
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