As the disk whirled, my apartment changed once again. Flooding with grey light, my dingy carpet hardened to rough stone as my little home became a great, ancient castle. Torches sat in bronze sconces on the crumbling walls, illuminating the decaying crypt with a dull, guttering light. I turned from the television to find Fereya and Ceri sitting with their legs folded beneath them. Prim and proper, they kept their hands to their laps and looked at me with a faint blush on their cheeks. 

“Yes master,” said Fereya. “That would be most appealing.”

“Oh yes,” chimed Ceri. “Yes master, most appealing.”

Giving my shoulders a quick shrug, I let the remains of my shirt and bra tumble to the floor behind me. “Now this is more like it.”

I raised my arms, calling my two brides to my dark embrace. 

“Oh master, let us please you,” they chanted.

Their breath was hot and moist against my throat as their soft, warm lips touched my skin. Their kisses fell to my collar bone, descending to the cleft between my breasts and down the curve of my round belly. A smile gracing my lips, I fell back and spread my thighs. My rigid cock sprang up to greet them, a dark pillar in the night. Ceri and Fereya took my engorged shaft in their fingers, delicately stroking the tender flesh. I let my mouth fall slack with a deep, guttural moan as the two of them plied their honeyed mouths to my shaft.  Their tongues were soft as velvet and so warm. My tip quivered, spurting a shimmering sparkle of precum into the air as they traced the patchwork of veins that now stood up like steel cables beneath my skin. 

“We want to please you, master,” they moaned, each kissing my bulbous tip. “But, feed us master. Please, feed us.”

My ears pricked up. With a grunt, I pushed myself into a kneeling position. Cast in the flickering glow of the torches Ceri and Fereya sat before me, each wearing a frown. 

“My dear girls.” I opened my arms, allowing my heaving breasts to wobble over my belly. “Come to your master and feed.”

Their tails wagging behind them, they each took up a breast and their hungry mouths did clamp over my chocolate areolas. Little tongues flicked my hard nipples, suckling at my teats like hungry babes. I brought my arms down around them, taking them both behind their heads as they drank of my warm, rich milk. My breasts trembled, jiggling with the bob of their heads as they suckled. Hugging them tight, I could not help but smile. My eyes fell closed and my tail swished lazily behind me. My full lips curled into a grin as I felt the tickle of my milk flowing freely.

“Oh, my girls,” I whispered. “This is perfect.”

Ceri pulled away first, her black lips now white. A thin trickle leaked from the corner of her mouth as she gasped for air. Fereya held on, drinking deep until she too, could drink no more. They collapsed onto their backs on the cool stone, bellies tight and full. My claws found their skin tight as a drum, swollen to double their size. The two of them moaned softly, their eyes glazed in a stupor as I continued to caress their bloated mounds. 

“I guess I should feed you two more often,” I chuckled. “I might keep you more docile that way.”  Milk still flowed from my engorged bosom, making two white streaks that traveled down my belly. 

“Ngh, punish us, master,” groaned Fereya. 

“Yes,” Ceri added. “We are bad. Punish us.”

Poor dears, how could I not? My fingers danced down the underside of their bellies, descending into the thick jungle of matted pubic fur. They gasped as it slipped beneath their balls to find their wanting womanhoods hot and slick. 

“Oh, you are in need of punishment,” I hissed. 

My fingers found the hard nubs of their open flowers and I was quick to seize upon them. My sharp claws flicked their delicate flesh, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger to make them both squeal. Their bellies quaked, sloshing with my rich milk, making them moan all the louder for the heavy tightness in their abdomens. 

“M-Master,” they would wail. But, I would give them no mercy. Yes, punish them I shall. With two fingers, I did slip between their slick petals, entering them both. Sliding up to tickle their core and then back. Faster, I would move, striking like a blacksmith’s hammer to the anvil. My rhythm increased, working them both into a squirming fit of shrieking desire. I could feel them responding now, my fingers growing soaked, their juices flowing into my palms. I pulled my hands free and allowed them to sit up. Ceri leapt for me, driving me backwards to the floor. 

“I want his sweet cock, sister.” Her silver eyes were wide, shimmering with a glint of frenzy. Her nimble hands slid down my belly to grasp my throbbing shaft. Her soft thighs straddled my wide hips, allowing her wet slit to hover over my cock. Her delicate flesh was so smooth, so warm. She slid down, impaling herself on my spear, taking me into her. 

“You may have it,” said Fereya. “I want his agile tongue.”

My ears pricked up. Fereya was squatting over me, the folds of her pussy coming for my face. Her heat was scorching on my sensitive nose as I inhaled her pungent musk. My iron hard cock became a throbbing weapon piercing Ceri with my quickening lust. I could not wait, I took Fereya’s tawny thighs in my claws and pulled her quivering flower to me. The troll fell forward, her hands sprawling over my belly. Ceri, her silvery body trembling, pressed her gravid belly to my abdomen. Her pink, little hands slid over the brown hump of my middle to twine themselves in Fereya’s fingers. My tongue slid out, lapping at the delicate labia, savoring Fereya’s rich sweetness. Her intoxicating nectar poured down my throat as my lips met hers in a kiss that made the troll shiver. Above me, Fereya’s mouth trembled, growing closer to Ceri. The rat rose up, her pussy clamping around my shaft, leaving it slick and wet with her juices as she slid up and then came crashing down. 

“S-Sister,” Fereya moaned.

“Ngh, sister,” Ceri whined. 

Their lips met, the wet popping of their kisses filling the room as I dug my teeth into Fereya’s rising mound. Her tender flesh filled my mouth, tingling on my lips as I stabbed my devilish tongue into her slick, hot cunny. The troll let out a whimper and wrapped her arms around Ceri while the rat curled her clawed feet, digging into the carpet as her plump body came alive to my touch. Their swollen bellies pressed into my own gravid middle, our collective wombs surging with the fluttering kicks of our offspring protesting against their parents’ dalliances. The movements of new life stoked my fires, filling me with the desire to sow my fertile seed into the rich, dark earth. Fereya’s fragrance wafted into my nostrils, the scents of wet earth mingling with the delicate aroma of pumpkin and vanilla. My fingertips lightly traced the backs of her quivering thighs to cup her full buttocks. 

“Mmm, ah,” she sighed. 

Ceri came down, grinding her pubic bone into my pelvis. Her body was like a living silver flame, hot and tempting as she writhed above me. Her pregnant belly, so full and tight with my milk, rubbed against my lower abdomen, sending a thrill up my spine. My lungs ached as I gasped beneath Fereya’s blossoming womanhood. Her petals spread before me, a deep, dark violet, the swollen lobes glistening with her fragrant dew. My tongue felt as if it were two sizes too big, my mouth like it was stuffed with cotton. Swallowing back in my dry throat, I lapped at her moist folds, suckling her labia. Fereya shook and wrapped her arms tighter around Ceri. Her bulging belly nestled itself against my gravid middle, caressing my brown skin with her shaggy fur. 

My balls churned with fresh seed. I bucked my hips into Ceri, raising her from the floor. The rat squealed as my cock stabbed her center, carrying her to dizzying ecstasy.

“Ugh, A-Ammah,” he groaned. “I-I can’t take it anymore.”

Neither could I. My seed erupted, fountaining into her gentle womb. Her belly swelled with fresh expansion, bloating bigger and rounder than I had ever seen before. My heart thrilled to see that sweet, silver fur stretch with my fertile essence and I pumped once more, spraying my manly fluids deeper. Meanwhile, Fereya was collapsing, lost in her own pleasures. While on the television Dracula’s brides were shrieking their final cries as the hero banished them back to the netherworld, I was busy slaying my own brides. Ceri and Fereya slumped on top of me, their hot, sweaty bodies sapped of energy. Crumpled in a heap of panting, gravid bodies, we found one another. Our arms entwined, we held each other close, basking in the soft afterglow. 

“Mmm, so this is movie night, huh?” Ceri chuckled. 

“Yep, every time,” Fereya replied. 

I stroked the troll’s cheek and she offered a tired grin in return. “Yes, it is every time. Though, perhaps just once we could watch the movie?”

Fereya and Ceri looked at one another and then firmly answered with, “Nah!”

Her golden nose ring glinting in the light of the television, Fereya lifted her head up and smiled. “Say, I have an idea.” She rolled over, not without some effort mind you, and placed a hand on my belly. Swirling her fingertips over my tight, brown flesh, she locked her fuschia eyes on mine. “Why don’t we make this a twenty-four hour marathon?”

My ears drooped. “I don’t know if I have room for any more.”

“Oh come now.” She ran a claw slowly around my distended navel. “I’d say you have plenty more room in there.”

My aching belly gurgled as I picked up the next DVD. 

“So what is it?” Ceri asked. 

“It’s, oh crap…” My ears fell to my shoulders as I held up the plastic case. “Xenomorphs.”

A wicked gleam came from the eyes of my two dear lovers. I gulped as a cold sweat hit my body, raising gooseflesh on my skin. 

“Ammah,” purred Fereya, her lips peeling back in a hungry grin. Her claws were around my belly, fingers kneading my flesh. “The queen wishes to put her eggs in you.” Her fuschia eyes burning into me, she slid her long, slender tongue across my bare belly, leaving behind a shimmering trail of her slick saliva.

“H-Hey,” I cried as my legs were soon over my head. “I haven’t put the movie in yet.”

“Don’t need it,” Fereya growled. 

“Oh, does this mean I’m the face-hugger,” Ceri giggled. “Open up, Ammah.”

“Can’t we just watch cartoons?” I whimpered. 

The two malevolent beasts descend upon me, their bloated forms pinning me to the cold steel of the ship’s corridor. Black chitinous exoskeletons gleaming crimson in the glare of the emergency lights as acid drool ran from their hungry jowls.

“Say, Ceri, why don't we see how big we can make him,” Fereya laughed. 

“I’m already on it,” the rat chuckled. 

This was going to be a long night...