Drip-Fed

They did not make it to the bedroom.

Reysha had already been making out with Aclysia by the time Apexus opened the door to the Mobile Estate. When the door was open, the aggressive groping by the tiger girl had put the usually so orderly priestess’ clothes into heavy disarray. Then, Reysha had dragged the dominated angel along, leading the way into their home.

There had been a blatant challenge in Reysha’s eyes as she passed him.

Apexus knew he was expected to meet it.

He caught up to the two women with two quick steps. His hand landed on Aclysia’s shoulder, a mighty paw on the slender woman. Reysha was forced to stop alongside the priestess and watched when he aggressively pulled the binding sash from the red robes of the moth-winged woman.

“Oh Master!” Aclysia cried wantonly, her silk clothing falling to the floor in a smooth whisper.

“Korith, pull my pants down,” he ordered the shortstack.

“Oy, what toys are left for me then?” Reysha complained.

The two submissives left the conflict of the doms uncommented on. One had her order and executed it faithfully. The other was bent over, adjusted in her position where she stood by the man behind her. His cock, large and erect, pressed against her labia, bright pink petals at the centre of a swollen mound, almost immediately.

“They are my toys,” Apexus stated. “You are one of them.”

A loud moan, a smack of skin against skin, and a spasm through the entirety of Aclysia’s body all betrayed the moment he thrust into her. So eager and wet, she was in the perfect position for one hard, quick thrust to fill her completely. Her folds twitched around the member that was tailored to her pussy, just so large to stop shy of battering her cervix, exactly as girthy as she desired it, and with little bumps simulating veins in all the right places.

Apexus held her by the narrow of her waist and the side of her neck, squeezing both so the guardian angel was absolutely certain of her position beneath him. The constant reminder of her physical inferiority only made the white-haired woman moan louder. Her wings vibrated, trembling with the rest of her. The median furrow running down her back was pronounced by the concave arch of her spine. She threw her head back and let out a depraved, “Ye-e-e-e-essssss!” while he hammered her from behind.

Simultaneously, Apexus and Reysha had a staring contest. Korith watched it from the side, twitching in anticipation of what would happen next. When this sort of thing happened, it was always because Reysha challenged the apex of the sexual pecking order. These things also always ended in one of two ways. Either Reysha slotted back into her place as support dom or, sometimes, when the redhead was in that particular mood…

“Yes, Master.” The switch flipped, lowering herself to the ground in a symbolic gesture. Once on all fours, she crawled over, rubbing affectionately against his muscular leg and purring all the while. “We’re all your little sex pets, Master,” she cooed seductively, readily falling into the role.

Suddenly, there was only one dom in the room, with three submissives with their individual needs and wants to take care of. Yet another challenge Apexus knew he was expected to meet. Just like the previous one, he relished the opportunity.

Only now that they were clear on the dynamics of this entanglement, did Apexus let his pheromones switch to the aphrodisiac scent. Korith’s eyes fully glazed over when the aphrodisiac scent filled her lungs and she stepped forwards to hug the leg of her dom, a man twice her size. Fat tits pancaked against his thigh. Reysha gasped loudly, grinding herself against his other leg. Her fingers darted between her legs. Her mind readily gave in to the stimuli and she masturbated feverishly.

“MASTEE-----!” Aclysia screamed, her melodic voice caught off at the end by the intensified squeezing on her neck. The aphrodisiac entered her not just through the lungs but through the precum her dom was adding to the lubrication of her primary hole. Her already high arousal reached a new peak. Like all of the chimera’s growth, the aphrodisiac only grew stronger with time and Aclysia’s resistance against the magical compound was at an absolute zero and had been since the first days of their sexual relationship. What point was there to resisting the most trusted person in her life?

Aclysia let herself dissolve in the ecstasy. Like her perfect, heart-shaped ass, his thrusts sent ripples through her mind that dominated everything else. A worry-free existence, in which only the pleasure of being toyed with by her loved ones remained. She tried to scream again, instinctively, while her first orgasms ran through her from toes to the roots of her hairs. Only choked gasps escaped her. It would only be the first of several climaxes.

Apexus was in a trance himself. He was mindlessly dedicated to the rhythmic ploughing of Aclysia’s main hole. The sounds, the sights, the scents, they mesmerized him. Greedy gasps of awaiting submissives. Loud claps of hips meeting juicy cheeks. The ripples, never given a chance to stop, going through her fat ass. The way that bubble butt was distorted, then jiggled back into place. The sweetness of his melody’s scent mixing with the aphrodisiac. The light note of hot sweat growing more pronounced while he hammered her.

Pale white skin began to glisten, by the time that Apexus’ merciless assault on Aclysia’s tight hole took its toll on him. Tongue lolling, eyes rolling, Aclysia still had enough awareness to shape a ‘Yes!’ with her lips in anticipation of what the twitching cock was about to give her. One final thrust and he came inside her. White hot seed flooded the depths of the guardian angel.

 “Oh, she has it goooooood,” Reysha commented, voice laced with desire.

“So good,” Korith whispered in support, moaning from her pebbled nipples touching hard muscle.

‘My desire to be rough today is matched,’ Apexus thought in the brief moment of post-orgasmic clarity. It did not take long until his breeding instincts, alive and well despite his decision for temporary infertility, reared up. There were two more nubile females eager to be filled and he had plenty left to give.

Apexus managed to push back his further desires until after he had picked up Aclysia and walked over to their couch. There, he dropped the blissed-out priestess, to turn his attention to the other two submissives.

Without thinking, Korith had joined Reysha in crawling. The two were kneeling in the shadow of their Master and got visible goosebumps when his gaze, equal parts hard and loving, landed on them. He only thought for a short moment, before grabbing Korith by the horns.

The shortstack moaned when she was dragged along. She was spun around, put on the table with her face towards her Master’s crotch. She instinctively knew what would happen next and opened her mouth wide. It was immediately stuffed with the hard cock, coated in Aclysia’s juices. Korith’s eyelids fluttered as she was hit by the double dose of pheromones and her sensitive throat bulging with the size of his manhood.

Apexus pawed Korith’s huge udders. The squishy bags made for an excellent hand rest. They were incredibly entertaining to knead, to pull at the nipple, to smack, and to simply let ripple while he fucked her face. He was almost as rough with the comfort hole as he had been to Aclysia’s pussy, gaping and leaking cum less than two metres from where he currently was.

“Master, may I taste your cream?” Reysha asked, already crawling towards the delicious spread.

“Yes,” Apexus allowed. Reysha was a submissive in this entanglement, but to nowhere near the same degree as the other two. Denying her would have diminished her enjoyment and that was the last thing he, as a responsible dom, wanted.

While Reysha treated herself to the delicious snack, Apexus continued to use and abuse Korith’s throat in all the ways the kobold delighted in. The claws of the red-scaled, tanned set of holes cut little grooves into the hardwood tabletop. Every time his cock slid into her depths, her hips bucked up. She loved getting face fucked, she absolutely lived for it, and her pussy kept gushing to underline that fact.

Apexus craved to dominate her more. In the short break he had to take to let her gather fresh air, tendrils emerged from his naked back. They curved around the small woman. Some coiled around her arms and legs, bending and binding her extremities into a position that put everything on display. Her hands were locked behind her back, her legs parted in an almost flat line, and then a two-pronged tendril found her lower holes.

His extensions pushed into her just as he slammed back into her throat. A muffled scream vibrated around his cock, the kobold getting violently pushed over the edge in a squirting orgasm that made a mess of the table. Evaporated sweat and dripping pussy juices had already gathered on the surface, but the explosive release of female love fluids massively expanded the situation.

The rough treatment continued all the same. The triple sensation of fucking all of her holes filled Apexus’ being with a constant tingle. Liquid nerves sent signals of delight into his core that empowered the simple imperative to keep on going. The willing sex slave was cumming and cumming again, being made the receptacle of his need for release.

A release he approached rapidly with every swing of his hips. Closer and closer and closer, until the baby batter was ready to shoot out. Apexus clenched his teeth and controlled his breathing, drawing out the ecstatic moment at the edge for as long as possible until instincts forced him to thrust into the depths of Korith’s throat.

He unloaded deep inside her. Deep inside her throat, filling her stomach. Deep inside her pussy, filling her womb. Deep inside her backdoor, filling her completely. The binding tendrils twitched as well, showering the thick thighs, toned midriff and plump tits of the shortstack with white streaks. He pulled from her mouth quickly, spreading the second half of his orgasm over her face. She licked it all up with the empty-headed delight of a spasming cocksleeve.

Two down, Apexus turned his attention to Reysha immediately.

“Ohhhh, yes!” she gasped, only realizing it was her turn when he pulled her away from Aclysia’s cunt. He grabbed her ankles, bending her until her feet were upside down on the backrest of the couch. The rest of Reysha’s hourglass figure was pinned under him. Hands dug into her ass, pulling at cheeks that were nice and shapely. She lacked the overabundant size of Aclysia and Korith, yet she was not thin at all. She was balanced all around, athletic without being muscular, curvy without being plump, slender without being skinny. Her chocolate skin, covered in darker stripes, was exotic, enticing, and contrasted heavily with the pretty pink of the insides revealed when she spread her engorged sex.

Apexus lost no time on words. He was like an animal, seeking to bring pleasure to his submissives. Words were overrated anyhow, when deeds made Reysha throw her head back. He pushed centimetres by centimetre of his cock into her at a rapid pace. She was prepared to take it all, relaxed to ease the entering save for the little twitches and tenses of stimulation.

“Oh Master,” she cooed, as a tendril coiled around her neck. It did not strangle her, remaining as loose as a comfortably worn collar. The tip curved around, hovering in front of Reysha’s face, then rubbing over her eagerly presented tongue. “Go iiiiihnnn,” the open-mouthed tiger woman pleaded.

Apexus teased her for a little bit first. He could not restrain her, for Reysha was not a fan of it, but when she was switched to the submissive side like this, he could get away with keeping things just out of reach for a short while. This was especially true if he paired it with something else the multi-penetration enthusiast desired.

After fully entering her, Apexus slowly pulled back out of Reysha’s drenched cunt. Gooey strands connected them already after just a short kiss of pelvis and pubic mound. Once fully out, Reysha’s blue eyes set onto the second cock that her inhuman lover had grown. She purred in anticipation, stretching an arm to align it with her backdoor. After a few seconds of spreading his precum over the third of her holes, he pushed into her again.

Tantalizing slowness was the chosen pace. He widened her sphincter carefully, the cock growing slowly in size as he went, matching the size of the original by the time he was halfway inside her. Her tongue swirled around the head of the tentacle that gradually filled her mouth. She only stopped when it penetrated into her throat.

Apexus pushed and pushed, until he was fully inside her. He lingered for a moment, exchanging a heated gaze with Reysha, before suddenly upping the tempo to harsh and heavy thrusts. The meaty slaps of his weight against Reysha’s readily presented ass filled the room, underlined by the cockdrunk giggles of two already used sets of holes.

Reysha was the third set and she blossomed in the position, using her limited manoeuvrability to please her Master in whatever ways she could. She put her chest on display, wiggled her hips, massaged his tendril with her tongue, and ran her hands over his biceps. She also failed in all of those for short stretches, orgasmic quivers taking hold of her in increasing intervals while he did his best to fuck her brains out.

A matter he would inevitably succeed in, as they both knew.

Ever so subtly, the shape of his cock had changed. The curve, the bumps, they were now perfect to tease and stimulate all the sensitive spots he knew the redhead had. Her medium breasts were quivering with each quick breath she took. The triple penetration had her wailing, but each scream of delight was muffled by the throat fucking.

Apexus was on his third round, but at this pace he would not last long. He did not plan to, either. He was not in the mood for a lengthy orgy, he wanted to fill Reysha up as he had the other two. He raced towards that goal, making her his willing sex slave for the process, and when the finale came, they were both delighted by it.

A final thrust. A low grunt. A tensing of the slime’s muscles. An end to movement. Tentacles and cocks tensed and released, marking the insides of the third submissive with his seed. Wave after wave, ridden out to completion, while Reysha squirted, making even more of the living room a mess.

When it was all done, Apexus pulled out and sat down on the couch. He took a moment to bask in his achievement, surrounded by the petered out cocksleeves that he so deeply loved.

‘This is the good life,’ he thought.