Re: A Tale of Two Sisters (Blueslime and Takimaru)
For Meara, the feeling of dominance afforded to her by the sudden reversal of positions sent a pleasant rush throughout her system. But even then, the sensation wasn't nearly as intoxicating as the raw lust brought about by the shorn pollen. While the feeling of the beastman's rod sliding back and forth along her labia was a tantalizing one indeed, it was still a long cry away from what she really wanted. She would have to get as much satisfaction out of him as possible, especially while her body was practically screaming at her to do so. Teasing him in such a manner, while appealing to her budding dominant side, would only serve as a source of further frustration for her if she were to continue. And so she opted not to deny herself of the pleasure she sought any longer, employing her tail to wrap around the base of the gruff's broad-tipped cock and angle it in the proper direction for entry.
Purring, Meara pressed herself downwards, wincing an eye shut and biting her lower lip as she felt the initial bit of pressure upon her entrance, thanks to the combination of her natural tightness and her partner's large, oddly shaped girth. But despite the otherwise uncomfortable fit, her pussy was absolutely soaked, which provided more than an ample amount of lubrication for the goal she was trying to achieve. Straightening her back, she slid her hands to his torso and took it a step further by sinking her body weight down onto him. Her efforts bore fruit as she felt the rounded tip of his fleshy rod finally parting her soft folds. Meara's shoulders scrunched up as her eyes rolled back for a moment, her fingernails digging into the goatman's midsection as she struggled to deal with the massive surge of ecstasy filling her. As inch after inch of him slid into her hungry cunny, she shuddered visibly, developing a look of growing joy upon her visage.
He was large enough to fill her completely, and her natural tightness caused her inner walls to hug the horned fae's member tightly, making it a challenge in itself for the one on the bottom to not lose his load inside of her too quickly. Even with her lower canal having extended far past its usual size in its arousal, the gruff proved simply too long to fit in completely, and the wide tip of his manhood nudged her cervix well before he could properly hilt her. It would have to do. And while this might have hurt her normally, Meara was far too horny to care. Her lust largely overrode any discomfort she would have otherwise felt, and even having him in roughly halfway was still enough for her. After he hit the very end of her tunnel, she winced slightly, partially drawing him back out as she lifted herself up... then made her second descent, a much more satisfying stroke. This was enough to get her going. A louder moan escaped from between the Su-Ku-Ta's lips as she found what she had been seeking all this time. Provided, it wasn't a very long time at all between the initial burst of shorn pollen hitting her and her own mounting of the gruff, but to Meara in her aching, lustful state, it may as well have been forever...
Using the motions of her hips, she then began to rock back and forth on him in a sensual rhythm, her tail swishing back and forth as she did so. The others might have watched on in horror, but she was practically oblivious to them for the time being, as the main sense claiming her attention was not sight, but touch... the feel of him plowing her tight little pussy, in and out, each motion controlled by her own voluntary movements. Had she been free of the pollen's influence, she would have been utterly embarrassed and ashamed to know that a considerably more handsome prospect in Erasmus--and more importantly, her own beloved sister Sha-sha--would have to bear witness to such a lewd and disgraceful act. If there was any part of her soul that could scream for her body to stop, it would then. But it simply couldn't. Nothing came of the attempt, as logic and reason were washed away by the waves of pleasure resonating from the point of her union with the corrupted fae.
Meara's lips curled into a delirious smile as she continued to ride the hapless gruff. He was obviously trying to maintain some degree of control, despite his inferior position, but the succubus within would not have any of it. She would take what she could of his soul, as no restraints were placed on her this time around unlike from the training session with Caitir and Ephsana. But more importantly, she would work to grant herself, as well as her partner, a swift yet memorable climax.
"Hahh, hahh... that's a good boy," she purred, a deep red blush having claimed her expression as she bucked her hips in a fierce pace, one that only grew more frenzied as her need for release intensified.
It had become so hot. Beads of sweat began to form upon her brow and frame her face, and she employed one hand to pull the front of her own top down, freeing her perky breasts. Meara soon shifted from her swaying and rocking motions to a more direct manner of coupling, and before long she was bouncing up and down on the gruff's cock, taking him in as deep as she possibly could, even though he was still quite a ways from being able to hilt her. It didn't matter to the older sister, though, as she was certainly getting hers, and on top of that, she knew that she was simply too good to let the one beneath her go without cumming. The fire inside her continued to burn hotly, and it looked as though the only thing that could quench it was a generous helping of her partner's liquid seed.
Even in her most primal and instinct-driven of states, Meara managed to retain some technique from her courtesan training, and her inner walls firmly squeezed upon the goatman's cock from top to bottom and back, as if milking the beast, coaxing him to spill his warm gift into her depths. When he too had given in to the pleasure and chose to return the catgirl's motions with upthrusts of his own, Meara purred loudly in delight. With the goatman's struggles turning into cooperation, their act began to look like something very different. From the outside, it very much looked like a wild, passionate mating session between two consenting beings rather than a one-sided, predatory violation.
Reaching forward to grab at his horns, she pulled his face closer to her bosom, upon which her sizable breasts bounced up and down with the force of their combined strokes. The gruff would easily see her nipples hardening as they lightly brushed against his face. He could attempt to do something about that--unless it was a particularly painful result, Meara would be all too pleased to share that part of herself with the corrupted faerie. If he so chose to even so much as lick at her rock-hard nubs, they would begin to secrete a slightly sweet, milky substance. It was a curious tendency of her body to do so, seeing as she wasn't pregnant... yet. But as a succubus, Meara's body was practically designed to draw out the desires in those who had the privilege of becoming one with her. Along with her textured and lengthy tongue, it was just one of many mutations geared for a much more enjoyable mating session. Normally, this milk of hers would be reserved for someone else... perhaps a competent master who would be able to savor the delicacy properly, or even someone like Sha-sha, whom had done nothing but earn her heart's true affections day by day despite the taboo. But right now, the beastman was her partner, and so he was entitled to the pleasures that Meara's body could bring.
Her tongue visible as she panted, the older of the two catgirls worked her thighs and hips to the limit, getting herself down lower with each thrust until her body finally accommodated the horned fae's complete length. She still proved herself incredibly tight for him, but now she had managed to take him to the hilt, enveloping his member in her bodily warmth from tip to base. The feeling was no doubt euphoric for him as it was for her, and it only helped in encouraging faster, harder strokes. Grabbing his wrists, she guided the gruff's hands to her waist, urging him to give it his all. Meara could barely manage more than fevered moans and purrs at this point, but her instructions to him were fairly clear, as she wasn't keen to stop anytime soon: 'give it to me as hard as you can, and don't spare a single drop when you cum inside me'.
With the unspoken order given, she focused on fulfilling her end of the task, making it as good for both of them as possible. Their joined efforts resulted in a very distinct noise, the rhythmic slapping of their hips together; a sound that was no doubt disturbing to those nearby but utterly erotic and encouraging to her own twitching ears. Her shapely rump jiggled with the force of the gruff's hips impacting it, and her inner walls quivered around his sensitive shaft, threatening to wring the precious, thick batter from it at any second. And it was likely, given how he began to throb inside of her. Determined to draw it all out and thus find an orgasm of her own, Meara took her own pace up a notch. "Oohh, ah, uhhnn, ahh, hahh, hnn, ahn, oohh, hahhnn, nnn, NNNN! NNNNNN!" came her cries as she sped her motions up, feeling a familiar warmth building in her center all the while. She knew the feeling: she was going to cum. It built up faster than she was accustomed to, thanks to the effects of the pollen on her system.
And when it did, Meara seized up for just a moment, tensing, releasing, then continuing several more times as surges of bliss traveled throughout her body. "Hahhh! Hhhhhnnn.... oooooohhhhh.... hfhfhhnnn... nnnnnnn!" She nearly went into convulsions, only managing to brace herself by gripping the fae's horns or shoulders, whatever she could grab hold of, as tightly as she could. Her slick interior would in turn squeeze an orgasm out of the gruff as well. The sensation of his hot, thick spunk flooding her gates caused the lovely Su-Ku-Ta to swoon and shiver. Her breaths heavy, she cooed in pleasure as she felt each burst of heat add to the growing pool already within her. As if to help facilitate the insemination, she gyrated her hips for a moment before finding the angle that gained her the strongest reactions out of the one below her. Once she did, she would exploit that adjustment as much as she could, continuing to ride the beastman long after he had released the majority of his load. Excess cum sputtered out from her crevice, pooling up onto the gruff's pelvis.
Yet after he had finished, that was... it. Meara had enjoyed a satisfying orgasm, allowing this total stranger of a fae to have the time of his life with her, and yet the shorn pollen hadn't dissipated so easily. She could still feel the arousal within her, and a look of disappointment formed upon her visage as she felt the one beneath her relax. He had given his best, and yet the fire within her lingered still. While the unnamed satyr remained hard, it seemed he would be useful for little more than a toy. That couldn't have been all, she thought to herself. Desperately, she looked to the closest one to her--Pasha. Clarity had not yet returned to the older of the two sisters, and so she tried her best to entice the other catgirl to join her on the ground, even as the thief held her dagger against the gruff's neck. She still wanted some kind of stimulation, so she grasped Pasha's free hand and guided it between her legs after sliding off of the fae's pole, letting her sister feel her swollen petals... which were drenched in sticky seed. It may have been a terrifying reminder to the younger sister, but to Meara it was only a cry for help, as she still needed to get off at least one more time. Her other hand began to fondle at the other girl's bosom, eager to return any favor she could get.
Needless to say, this was... not the way she wanted it. At all. She wanted to find a moment of alone time with Pasha, so that they might better clarify their feelings to each other and perhaps consummate them again. Not to force her own sister to watch her pathetically give in to the effects of some pollen and find comfort in a total stranger as a result. But those feelings would no doubt wait to spill out later, as for the time being they remained held in check by the lust that overrode her other mental and emotional faculties.
