“Group stuff turns me on,” Fereya whispered. 

Her voice was husky, rasping as she blew playfully into my ear. My claws tore feebly at her swollen middle, but to no avail. 

“F-Fereya,” I whined. “Control yourself.”

“Oh come on,” she purred. Her fingers tugged my earlobe. “Don’t you want to have fun with your family?”

Those fuschia eyes were a vibrant purple now, staring into my very soul. Her back lips, shimmering so seductively in the light of the crystal lamp, bade me to kiss them. My heart thumped against her soft, pillowy breast. My lips smacked, begging for her caress. Sweat poured down my brow, dampening between my heaving breasts as desire welled up within me. Fereya hugged herself to me, her belly smashing into my own to make our collective brood lash out in protest. We ignored the quaking in our bellies, focusing instead on our mouths, our hands. Her lips met mine in a kiss that made my ears prick straight up. Her mouth tasted of honey and jasmine, with just the slight tang of salt as I probed beneath her clever tongue. 

Fereya’s hands slid from my neck to take my wide hips. Bracing herself against me, she raised her leg, hooking her calf behind my thigh. I was quick to seize that offering, my claws seeking out warm flesh as they sank into her shapely thigh. Her tongue, meanwhile, had slipped the confines of her mouth to plunge down my throat. She slithered along the back of my throat, flicking my uvula so that I did give a muffled cry of ecstasy. My hands darted up her legs, gripping her fat, round ass hard. Fereya tore herself from me with a joyful shriek that compelled me to attack her wonderful throat. My lips met her neck, grazing the furry flesh, kissing her delicate chin as they plummeted for her warm bosom. 

“Ah, Ammah,” she sighed. “Your kisses are superb.”

Though I offered no reply, my ears did twitch a little. My long tail swished behind me, to say nothing of the rapidly growing bulge in my skirt. Carefully, my claws slid up to cup her round belly, feeling the swollen, gravid flesh filling my palms. Then, with the practiced grace of a surgeon, I dipped down into the waistband of her pants. She had already unzipped her capris, leaving my task all the easier. With a quick tug, I ripped her pants from her hips, pulling them down to her knees. She was wearing the black lace panties I loved so much. As if she were planning this, the little minx. 

My eager hands found her bare thighs, slipping between her legs. Fereya moaned softly, allowing herself to open to me. My fingers found her underwear, the thin fabric soaking wet. My golden gaze met hers and the troll shot me a knowing grin. She was so ready. My heart hammered and I discovered that I had all but forgotten my two cousins as I played about the ripe, heavy pears that were the troll’s balls. The hormones had made her so big, so fertile. I licked my lips in anticipation of that thick, hot seed. Slowly, I let my fingers travel behind her sagging balls, slipping beneath the thin layer of black lace to touch the swollen, dripping lips. Fereya shuddered as I stroked her labia, her mouth quivering in barely contained delight. 

“A-Ah,” she mewled. “Mmm…”

Gently, I pushed up. My fingers parted those delicate petals, spreading her blossom as I penetrated her core. She was hot, burning hot and so wet. My fingers slid along the smooth walls, relishing in the snugness. By reflex, she clenched her thighs, squeezing down on my hand. I pulled back against her tightened muscles, making her shiver as I wrenched my hand free.

“Oh, that was,” she panted. “That was exquisite.”

“You haven’t felt anything, yet,” I whispered and took hold of her throbbing rod. 

Trolls were natural hermaphrodites, as I have said before, and Fereya was the prime example of her species. Her cock was as thick as my wrist, easily the length of my forearm and I was going to take it all. That throbbing slab of raw meat was hot against my belly and seized it in my fingers, gripping it firmly. Slowly, I stroked up and down, kneading the swollen flesh with my thumb. A shimmering bead of dew welled up from her tip, calling me to come and partake. I brought my finger to her velvet tip, wiping the glimmering blob away, only to place my finger to my mouth. My tongue swirled over my finger, licking it clean as I stared directly into her eyes. I could hear Fereya’s breath catch in her throat as she watched, her cheeks blooming bright crimson. 

“Such a fine show,” Sashur murmured. “But, how can you forget your dear cousins?”

My ears pricked up. I had forgotten they were still there. My eyes darted left and right, Sashur and Bantur closed in, their breath hot on my neck. 

“They’re right, Ammah,” Fereya said. “You can’t forget your family.” Her voice had  a lazy drawl about it, as if she were half-asleep. 

The troll met my lips, travelling down my chin to lay claim to my throat. I let my head fall back with a contented groan as she slithered down to nestle her muzzle into my cleavage. Meanwhile, Sashur and Bantur resumed their assault on my ears. Twin tongues swirled about within my skull as if they sought to plumb the recesses of my very brain. Quick, sharp claws snuck down my sides, finding my skirt. 

“He’s wearing those pink panties,” Fereya growled deep  in her chest. “The almost backless ones. I know, because they would match his bra.”

Spurred on by my traitorous love, my cousins plunged beneath my skirt. Down, the garment fell to pool about my hooves. Sure enough, Fereya’s suspicions were proven true clasped over my throbbing sex was a pair of thin, pink panties. Made of silk and lace, the elastic dug into my flabby hips as the band wound around to the gauzy, see-through back. 

“How scandalous, cousin,” chuckled Bantur. “Why, imagine what your mother would say.”

“I believe he would say, ‘spread those cheeks,’ brother,” laughed Sashur. He ran his fingers around my swollen belly in a large, lazy circle that found him caressing my sensitive lower stomach. 

“Indeed,” Bantur replied. His hand slid beneath my underwear. “Shall we, brother?”

“We shall,” said Sashur. 

With one deft motion, they slid my panties down to join my discarded skirt. My dark rod rose majestically to collide with Fereya’s throbbing pillar. My cousins fell upon my cock, each curling a hand around my pole, stroking furiously. A shimmering trickle of precum spurted, running down my shaft and soaking into the thick fur of their fingers. 

“Let us prime his pump, shall we?” said Sashur.

“Indeed, brother,” said Bantur. 

I fell back against the counter, my strength fading fast. Through bleary eyes, I spied Fereya. The troll was undoing the buttons of my blouse. My pink bra came free, bouncing above my swollen belly. Fereya grabbed her shirt, ripping it over her head in one smooth motion to fling on the carpet. Her heavy breasts were encased in a black push-up that soon saw itself tumbling to the floor. Her nipples were purple and so very erect. 

“Get his bra,” she commanded. 

The twins found the hooks, and I regretted wearing a front clasping bra that day as my heaving, chocolate orbs came free. Shirt and bra slipped down my back to join the other clothes, as I pressed my bare ass on the cool, faux wood counter. Sashur’s lips met my throat, nibbling the delicate flesh as he took my left breast. As he did so, Bantur planted his kisses into the hollow behind my jaw, raising gooseflesh on my skin. His nimble claw cupped my right breast as the twins moved to my chest. I was powerless as their hungry mouths wrapped around my engorged tits. Fangs met flesh as they bit down on my areolas. Their warm, rough tongues flicked at my erect nipples, stroking the firm buds. My aching breasts churned as milk began to flow. Their brown cheeks puffed out as fresh milk spurted from their lips to dribble down their chins.

“Such greedy babies,” I found myself saying. I placed a claw on each head. “Drink, little ones.”

The twins suckled at my breasts, and I had to cry out in laughter as their lips tickled. Slowly, I let my eyes fall shut, moaning softly as the pair drank of my essence. As I opened my eyes, I saw Fereya lowering herself. Her smoldering gaze fell below the swell of my pregnant belly, disappearing from view. Then, I felt the fingers taking up my hardened shaft. The wet, black lips that met my tip, spreading, taking my cock into her mouth. I let myself fall back, submerged in the wave of pleasure as Fereya’s tongue slid down the underside of my cock. Her mouth was smooth, like red silk against my throbbing member. Her nose, with that golden ring, tickled my bristling pubic fur as she plunged down. Her lips tightening, she pulled back, stroking my rod all the way to the bulbous tip. Down, she fell, only to rise in a slow, agonizing rhythm that made me have to cry out. 

“Ngh,” I moaned. “Ugh, don’t stop.”

My knees buckled from beneath me and soon found myself on the carpet. My head swam and it felt as if my brain were made of cotton. I rolled onto my hands and knees and tilted my head up. My nose struck veined flesh. The scent of musk and sweat filled my nostrils and I knew that Fereya had come to tower above me. I whimpered, submitting beneath the shadow of that pillar which demanded my obedience. I opened my mouth, my tongue lolling as Fereya thrust herself down my gullet. My throat bulged from the titanic girth of her throbbing member. My lips encircled the engorged flesh as Fereya pushed me back. She stepped to the side, forcing me to wrench my head around as Bantur heaved his gravid body to the floor. His blue kimono lay in a heap beside my skirt and blouse, his brown flesh smooth and shiny. He smelled faintly of cinnamon and clove as his dark shaft peeked out from beneath his belly. He wrapped his arms around my neck, bracing himself on my shoulders as he brought his erect cock to my leaking breasts. Relaxing my shoulders, I bade him to slip between my milk-heavy globes. His manhood thus pinned, I squeezed my arms, pressing my soft pillows together, trapping him. 

All this time did I forget to mention Sashur? The sneaky djinn had gotten behind me. His claws sank into my rump, spreading my fat cheeks. My dark button was slack and wet, opening before him as his hard shaft touched my ring. I whimpered through my nose as he thrust, sliding deep within me. I felt him lowering onto my back, his claws hugging my wide hips as he pressed himself further into me. 

“Cousin,” He whispered into my ear. “I’ve been wanting to get you for so long.”

A thin sheen of sweat made my chocolate skin glow as Sashur kissed the back of my neck. My belly swelled, filling with his hot meat as my rectum stretched so deliciously, painfully, wonderfully so. If not for Fereya’s rod in my mouth, surely I would have shrieked in jubilee. Slowly, he pulled back, my ring tightening hard around his throbbing shaft, locking him in place. Thick veins formed the perfect ribs against my smooth flesh, rubbing against me as my dear cousin pulled back. Then came the thrust. Stars exploded in my eyes as his iron spear rammed my core. My cock shivered, letting loose a spurt of shimmering precum as Sasher’s pole struck my quivering prostate. He did not relent. Instead, he pressed deeper, nudging at my prostate, massaging the trembling gland. 

My belly heaved as my muscles contracted all at once. My cock was painfully erect, seed spurting wildly, trickling down my shaft as my body came alive under his masterful touch. Meanwhile, Fereya took hold of my cheeks, guiding herself down my gaping throat. Her purple member seemed made for me, filling my mouth, my throat so perfectly. With a quick bucking of her hips, she thrust. The musky tang of her sweat played over my tongue as I swirled along her undershaft. Her gravid belly bumped my nose, making me giggle softly. Back, she pulled, then forward, keeping time to Sashur as he crashed into my fat ass. The djinn thrust, pushing me forward into the tangled nest of Fereya’s pubic fur, then as he pulled back, the troll would attack, her throbbing rod ramming down my throat. Carried by their momentum, my gravid body rocked back and forth, my engorged breasts, warm milk streaming freely down my belly in thick droplets,  slid up and down Bantur’s rod. 

My pregnant cousin let out a thin groan, his shaft poking up between my breasts, the dark tip prodding my chin as I fell against Fereya. 

“Mmm, cousin, you are divine,” he said. 

Ecstasy boiled inside me, my claws scrabbled about to find purchase on something, anything. I found Fereya’s hands and seizing her wrists, I clung to dear life as I was swept away on a tide of utter elation. 

“Oh Ammah,” the troll sighed. “Ack, teeth Ammah! Teeth!”

I opened my jaws slightly, realizing I was beginning to bite down on her rigid shaft. My tongue slithered over her cock, tasting her smooth hot flesh as she plunged deep. Her balls swayed, smacking me in the chin as she rocked forward. I was quick to grab them, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger even as Sashur was quickening his pace. His dark spear slammed into me like a bullet, pounding over and over again. His breathing grew ragged and the djinn collapsed on top of me as he began to tremble. 

“A-Ah, cousin,” he groaned. “Oh, you’ve taken a lot out of me.” He chuckled. “Now, it’s time to find out how much.”

I felt his body grow rigid as he locked himself to my ass. His hot seed spurted and then gushed, flooding my bloated womb. My belly became suffused with a warmth that spread through my weary limbs. Sashur cried out, pumping another thick strand of fertile seed into my womb, sweat pouring down his crimson face. I gripped Fereya’s hips, slamming my muzzle into her pelvis, begging for her to give me her essence. The troll did not disappoint. With a barking sob, she released, pouring her seed down my gullet, filling my swollen belly so that my aching stomach soon looked to be pregnant with twins. Her tawny body shuddered and she pumped again. I gulped furiously, eager to swallow every last drop. My belly filled, I coughed, choking my lover’s seed. White strings of semen spurted from my lips to ooze down my chin as I opened my mouth wide. Fereya pulled her cock free, a strand of loose seed still hanging between us as I gave a little retch. 

“Ugh, s-so full,” I groaned, my fangs oozing with thick strings of semen.

To this I earned a blast of hot, raw semen to the face, courtesy of my cousin. Bantur’s throbbing tip sprayed from between my luscious orbs, slathering my face in white. 

“O-Oh, that was unexpected,” wheezed Bantur. His pregnant belly wobbled as he sank to the floor. 

“I’m sure,” I grumbled. 

Fereya knelt by my side, her lips curled into a smile. “I think it’s a good look for you, Ammah.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her black lips coming to join my semen encrusted mouth. She pulled back, her lips stained white as Sashur pulled his cock from my battered flower. Seed poured from my bruised ring, spreading in a dark stain on the carpet to join the other marks left long ago by myself and Fereya. My strength fading, I fell to the floor lying on my side as the three hovered over me like vultures. 

“That was fun,” Fereya said. She turned and kissed Sashur. 

I should have been jealous, but no, I found a new life stirring within my groin. My cock was still stiff from before and now I began to grow hot with renewed desire. Sashur spied me staring from the corner of his eye and returned that kiss, plunging his writhing tongue into Fereya’s mouth. Bantur too, rose to entwine his arms around my love. His claw fell between her thighs, slipping effortlessly into her slick cunny. 

“I appreciate the offer,” the troll purred. “But, that’s just for one djinn.” She gently slapped his hand away.

“My goodness, brother,” said Bantur. “I do believe this troll has eyes only for one of us.”

“Indeed, brother,” replied Sashur. “How delightful.”

Yes, she was all for me. My feeble claw groped the smooth fur of her inner thigh. Fereya knelt, letting her legs part, opening her flower to me. Her petals dripped with her fragrant dew as my fingers stroked the swollen flesh. Her clit was a hardened nub that begged me to pluck it like a ripe cherry. The troll shuddered as I gave that firm bud a twist. 

“A-Ah, Ammah,” she gasped. 

Struggling to drag my heavy body to her, I grasped her round hips, bringing my mouth to her sagging balls. I kissed each heavy pear, pushing the dark flesh of her scrotum aside to reveal those perfect lips. My throat contracted as I braced myself to drink of that offered cup. My lips met hers in a kiss that stole her breath from her aching lungs. Her honey-sweet dew poured into my mouth and my tongue did relish such an intoxicating brew. Deeper, my tongue plunged, lapping at her smooth flesh, savoring her scent, her taste, taking her very essence into me. Fereya howled like a wild beast, the muscles of her thighs quivering as she fell on her back. Now, I would take her. I pulled myself away from that sweet, dripping chalice, rubbing the juices from my chin with the back of my hand. My throbbing cock begged me, nay, commanded me to pierce her womanhood. My body was aflame, I guided my rigid member to her hungry lips and pressed. Fereya’s claws dug into the carpet as I thrust deep, stabbing her very core. Her purple cock rose, the veins spiraling like ivy up that majestic tower. With one claw, I gently brought the fleshy tip to my lips, kissing her. My darting tongue prodded her gaping urethra, licking away the gathering precum.. 

“Ngh… Ah… Y-Yes,” she moaned. 

Back, I pulled, circling with my hips, stirring her into even greater heights of ecstasy. Never slowing, never stopping, I thrust hard. Slow to pull back, quick to thrust, such was my love for this shrieking troll. 

“Such a beautiful display,” I heard Sashur say. His nails scratched at my ear, sending ripples of delight down my arching spine. 

Soft, swollen flesh met my back and a pair of furry claws wound around my gravid waist, fingers prodding my distended navel. Bantur’s lips nuzzled my neck, his breath wet in my ear. 

“We must not neglect poor Ammah,” he whispered.

My belly clenched as my cheeks were spread. The pregnant djinn’s hard cock nudged my button, beckoning me to open. I fell onto Fereya’s swollen belly as he entered me. My jaws, still thick with Bantur’s seed, fell slack in utter rapture as his throbbing pillar slid into my rectum. Buoyed by my cousin’s thrusts, I crashed deeper into Fereya. 

“A-Ammah, yes,” she cried. She grabbed my wrists. “Yes, oh yes.”

Her cries only stoked the fires within me. My pace quickened, pushed ever faster by Bantur’s most unexpected assistance. 

“Breathe,” he said, pressing against me. “Good, now back.” He pulled back, his cock pulsing against my shivering ring. “Now, forward.” He crashed hard, driving into my core.

I let out a warbling cry as my fat balls churned. I hugged Fereya’s cock to my sticky lips, panting as the urge to release overwhelmed me. Behind me, I caught the faint chuckle of my cousin as he locked his hips to my ass. His bubbling seed erupted, pounding my weakened prostate like a battering ram. Strangled by mind-numbing elation, my lungs burst with a shriek that rocked the very rafters. My balls at last could hold back no longer and I let myself go into my howling lover. Fereya’s swollen belly rumbled as her greedy womb lapped up my fertile seed. 

Her back arched, grinding her pelvis into my groin. “Oh yes! Give it to me! Don’t you dare spill a drop.”

I gasped desperately for air as I sprayed another thick strand into her. Her gravid belly swelled before my eyes, growing like a ripe, golden fruit with fresh expansion. My cock softening, I pulled out, pumping a final stream to mat her belly fur. Semen trickled from the bruised petals of her crushed flower, oozing onto the carpet as her hand quickly fell to cover her pussy. There she lay, her face radiant in the afterglow. Bantur slid from ass, his arms around my neck.

He placed a light kiss to my sweaty cheek. “That was an exquisite performance, cousin.”

“It was,” I panted. “It was.”

I ran my claw through the wet, tawny fur of Fereya’s belly. Though her body struggled just to breathe, her fuschia eyes were still bright with lust. Her erect shaft rose, desire filling her beautiful, pregnant body. 

“Ammah,” she said, her voice thick. “I am still so very hungry.” She pushed up from the floor, her sweet mouth rising to claim me.

What followed was a whirlwind of teeth and lips, of arms swirling and grasping hands. All was a blur of dark flesh and tawny fur as our sweaty bodies collided, merging, breaking apart in a ceaseless dance. My claws fell upon Fereya’s belly, our unborn fluttering beneath my fingers as I pressed my lips against Bantur’s swollen breast. Milk streamed from his erect nipple, tasting sweetly of home. Memories flashed before my eyes, making tears glisten on my cheeks as I suckled his ripe globe. My lip traced his belly, finding a hard, dark shaft. Sashur gave a squeal as I grasped that firm rod in my furry fingers. How on earth did he get there? Oh, I was upside down. My flabby thighs fell against my belly, my hooves to my chin as I felt myself roll over. My cheeks were spilt behind me, the cool air of the shop tickling my anus as hot, soft lips wrapped around the tight nub. Fereya’s claws raked my flesh as she swirled tongue around my doughnut. My blossom opened to her, as it would do so many times before, ushering that familiar tongue into my inner fortress. 

As Fereya plumbed my depths, Bantur  lowered his heavy belly to mine. His nimble claws played across the ripe swell of my gravid hump, swirling over my slick, hot flesh. 

“We only ever wished to give you pleasure,” he said to me. “It’s a family tradition.”

“I…” I started. 

“It’s been too long since you left us,” he continued. “We missed you so.”

I felt a stab in my heart as my cousin's lips turned into a frown. He came to kiss me, our purple lips joining as one. The same color of purple, our family’s color. Fereya sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, watching wide-eyed as the djinn placed his lips to my chin and then slowly, down the supple curve of my throat. I let my arms stretch over my head, my back arching, pressing my belly up, offering myself to my cousin. His gentle mouth came to the cleft between my breasts, tracing down to the massive swell of my belly. I licked my lips, moaning softly. My wide hips rolled  as my round butt rose to the heavens. I flipped to my stomach and found warm, brown flesh awaiting me. 

“Sashur,” I purred  from deep within my chest. My eyes were like liquid bronze as I peered through half-closed lids at my cousin. My heart thudded in my chest, my skin tingled as if I was aflame. I crawled over him, pinning him with my pregnant belly. Milk puddled onto his flat chest as my breasts continued to dribble. Fat droplets of alabaster ran down his chocolate skin, leaving thin, white rivulets in their wake. The djinn looked startled as I cupped his face in my claws. “You tormented me all through my younger life.” My voice turned into a rasping growl. “Now, I’m going to do what I should have done a long time ago.”

My mouth found his and met him with a bruising kiss that sucked the air from his lungs. My tongue plunged down his throat, tickling his tonsils as I tasted of my dear cousin. His ears drooped to his shoulders as he took my wrists in his claws. My tongue rose to scrape the roof of his mouth, eliciting a throaty purr of delight from him. His skin, so much like my own, was soft and smoother than satin. His scent thrilled me, the aroma of lavender and clove, with the spice of musk and the tang of sweat. My claws traveled down his narrow chest, finding the ripe buds of his erect nipples. Puffy and swollen, but not filled with the sweet milk of pregnancy, not yet. 

“Cousin,” I sighed, nuzzling his ear. “I notice that you are the only one here who is not pregnant.”

“A pity, is it not, dear Ammah,” he whispered in reply. 

My claw tangled in his dark hair as I cupped the back of his head. With a deft pluck, I pulled the golden pin free, allowing those dark locks to tumble down his elegant shoulders. 

“I wish to breed you,” I said. 

His eyes glistened wetly as his lips began to quiver. “I’ve wanted this for so long, cousin.” He pushed himself back, the golden ring in his navel glinting in the light.

“Oh wow,” I heard Fereya gasp. “This is totally hot.”

It was certainly hot. Like a furnace threatening to consume me from within. My cock trembled, leaking its glistening dew as I watched those perfect, chocolate mounds rise up. Sashur raised his hips, giving me the chance to see the black heart tattoo on his right hip. The symbol of that club he and his brother ran. My ears parted. I would show him nothing could beat family. 

“Ngh, cousin take me,” he whimpered. His tail curled back, revealing the deep slit between his cheeks. 

My claws sank into ripe flesh, my belly rumbling with a primal hunger. I had been pumped, prepped and now, I was so very ready. 

“Sashur,” I said. “I’m going to make you pregnant.”