Chocolate mounds rose up, a thin sheen of sweat like a sugary glaze atop a rich, dark cake. My mouth watered just to lay my golden gaze on Sashur’s round ass. The deep valley between his cheeks beckoned to me with a radiant heat that I could feel on my button nose as I hovered above him. 

“Please take me, cousin,” he moaned. 

“Oh wow, this is totally hot,” Fereya said. Her face split in a wide grin. “Go for it, Ammah.”

The troll was sitting on her knees, her gravid belly slumped over her tawny thighs. Even still, I could make out the faint glimpse of her cock sticking out from beneath her belly. Bantur crawled over to the troll, placing his claws on her shoulders. 

“I normally do not partake in partners with a vagina, but you’re going to be family,” he said. 

“W-What?” Fereya suddenly snapped. The spell was broken and a deep flush suffused her cheeks. “Hey now, I’m not into that!”

Bantur’s ears twitched. “Is that so? I thought you liked group stuff?”

The troll gulped, a hand to her breast, she turned from the djinn. “Um, well, I like it, but just to fool around, you know. A little kissing and touching. I-I’m not the kind of girl to just dive in.”

“Nonsense,” purred my cousin. “This is not a spectator sport, miss.”

“A-Ammah, control your cousin.” Fereya turned to me and then back to Bantur.

“Let’s let them have their moment,” he whispered. “I still need to show you a thing or two.” He stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking the furry digit until it was soaking with his saliva. “There’s this thing you can do with your finger that is simply divine.”

“T-That’s okay,” pleaded Fereya. “I don’t need any advi--Whoo!”

Bantur’s claw found her soft petals. With practiced ease, he spread those fleshy lobes, penetrating deep. His nails slid along her smooth, wet walls, making the troll shiver.  Fereya went down on the carpet, her pregnant belly heaving as she panted. Her face blossomed bright crimson as Bantur placed his lips to her belly. His kisses travelled down the slope of her stomach, meeting her erect shaft, where he kissed her throbbing tip. 

“Now,” he said, taking her ankles. “Since we’re soon to be family, I think you need to get a taste of the family gift.”

“Ngh,” Fereya moaned. 

Her flower laid bare, Bantur slid between her golden thighs. His belly rested on hers, pressing down so that their collective broods did kick in protest. 

“I hope this is not uncomfortable,” he said. 

“N-No,” the troll answered. “Ammah and I make love like this all the time.”

A smile curled his lips and he winked at me. “Does he now? The cad.” He gripped her belly firmly, guiding himself towards her wet, parted lips. “Just think of me as Ammah then.”

“Your skin is like his,” she replied. “Soft, warm. Your eyes too. Do all djinn have gold eyes?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “So that our radiant gaze should always fall upon you.”

“Laying it on a bit thick?” I snorted. 

He ignored me, as usual. Fereya’s eyes glimmered, drinking in my cousin as he slid himself into her slick cunny. Fereya whimpered with the painful delight of her pussy stretching as Bantur filled her. His cock slammed into her core making her cry out. 

“A-Ammah,” she gasped as Bantur’s hips thrust with a steady rhythm. “I-I want you to watch.”

“Cousin.” 

My ears swiveled and I turned back to find Sashur looking back at me. His lower lip was thrust out in a pout. 

“You spend so much time gazing at them and forgetting all about me,” he sniffled. “You tease me so, cousin. I did not know you to be so cruel.”

“You’re right,” I said. Behind me, the primal grunts of Fereya echoed. Spurred on by her growing shrieks of ecstasy, I took my cousin’s hips. “It does not do to ignore family.”

His brown skin was butter smooth in my claws as I traced the fine curve of his hips. His fleshy rump was like a pair of juicy pumpkins waiting to burst. My hands slid beneath those blessed mounds, finding his full, soft thighs. Sinking my fingers into the supple flesh, I parted his legs. Sashur laid his head to the floor, offering no resistance as I cupped his cheeks. His flesh folded where his fat ass fell over his thighs and I slid my fingers along the delicate crease, making the djinn purr beneath me. 

“A-Ammah,” I heard Fereya pant. “I-I… Oh… Oh… A-Ah… Y-Yes!”

Her jubilant howls lit a fire in my belly. My cock surged, growing so painfully erect. I seized Sashur’s rump, caressing those ripe spheres as I split his cheeks wide. There before me was his little, tight button. Like a tiny, chocolate doughnut it was. I licked my lips and plunged down. His musk filled my nostrils, making my head swim. His anus was hot and firm. My purple lips wrapped around the tight nub, suckling his pungent flesh. Sashur arched his back in response to my tortures, offering up a keening wail as my tongue darted against his ring. 

“A-Ah, cousin,” he cried. 

Slowly, I tasted of his succulent, dark flesh. The salty tang of his sweat mixed with the bitterness of his skin as I lapped at this button. His anus quivered beneath my warm tongue, growing slack and wet. I probed deeper, pushing my way through his gates, sliding into him with ease. The soft popping of my mouth was drowned out by the thin cries of my dear cousin as I swirled my tongue around the smooth walls of his rectum. Satisfied, I pulled back, leaving him to moan on the carpet. His blossom spread for me, the delicate ring opening wide. Gently, I ran my hand down his back, patting his rump, while I stuck two fingers into my mouth. 

Behind me, Fereya’s cries were growing louder. I pulled my fingers from my mouth and slid them into Sashur’s trembling ring. The djinn let out a screech as I struck his prostate. Back, I pulled, my nails scratching at his quivering walls, then I came in hard, slamming his core. With my middle finger, I found the bulge of his gland. My fingertip pressed and Sashur cried out. A smile on my lips, I began to caress his prostate, rubbing slowly at first. My cousin’s body shivered beneath me, his cock hard. He raised his hips, letting loose a shimmering spurt of precum into the carpet. Meanwhile, I had turned my attention back to my darling Fereya. On her back, the troll’s knees were draped over Bantur’s shoulders. I watched as my cousin’s rod slid effortlessly into her wet pussy. Sweat shimmered on his brow, running down his crimson face as he pulled back. His shaft shone with her fragrant dew as he bucked his hips once more. Fereya’s swollen belly heaved with her grunting pants and the troll gripped Bantur’s wrists as he drove himself home with slowly, purposeful thrusts. 

“Oh wow,” I found myself saying. “This really is hot.” My golden gaze wandered over the form of my cousin. His long braids, his chocolate skin. He looked so much like me. Was this how Fereya and I looked when making love? “Damn, Fereya looks great.” 

The troll arched her back, her face contorted in an expression of stupefied delight. I licked my lips, watching the steady rhythm of my cousin as he continued to drive himself into the troll. Without realizing it, my fingers had begun to match Bantur. Slowly, at first, then faster. My hand picked up the pace, matching with Bantur as he grew faster and faster. Sweat poured from his hot face, trickling between his beasts to splash down his pregnant belly. 

“O-Oh my…” Fereya groaned. 

“A-Ah, Ammah.”

My ears pricked up, I quickly spun about to find Sashur with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“C-Cousin, please,” he sobbed. “Oh, you torture me.”

His fat ass was thrust towards me, my hands pulsing rapidly as his anus clenched around his fingers. His round belly tightened hard as he gasped for breath. 

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“I would never,” I said over the raucous din of my lover. “After all, we’re family.”

I pulled my dripping fingers from his battered anus, pausing to smell the warm, pungent aroma of his musk. The scent made my cock twitch, my balls churn with fresh seed. My heavy breasts trickled a steady stream of warm milk to trail down my ripe belly, dribbling down his back and running onto the carpet. Sashur collapsed onto the floor, sweat soaking his brown skin, making his loose hair stick to his face. I fell in behind him, tucking a hand under his leg, lifting his knee to my shoulder as I wrapped my other around his neck. My pregnant belly pressing into his back, I brought his face up to mine. My lips still bore the sticky remnants of Bantur’s seed and with these, I locked upon his honeyed mouth in a bruising kiss. My tongue played across his gums, swirling around his own tongue before sliding down his throat. Sashur’s body gave in, growing limp in my arms. I pulled my lips away, leaving his mouth swollen by my love. 

“Tell me, cousin,” I whispered. “Is it your brother that you taste upon your lips or me?”

His golden eyes glimmered wetly as they gaped at me. By the way his slackened mouth quivered, I had my answer. I planted my lips to his bare shoulder, kissing his soft, chocolate skin, licking my own sweet milk from his sweaty flesh as my rigid pole found his open ring. The velvet tip met his blossom and Sashur did suddenly clench as my hot skin met his. His belly heaved and the djinn let out a sigh. His stomach relaxed and he offered himself to me wholly. With a slow exhale, I pushed, my throbbing member sliding into him. He was hot, hotter than anything I had ever felt before. His rectum closed around me, forming a sleeve around my cock. Then, Sashur smiled at me. 

“I wish to show you something,” he said. 

His anus suddenly tightened around my shaft and my ears pricked up. It was as if he had a second mouth! The muscles of his anus clenched, loosened, guiding my cock deeper into him. I clung desperately to my cousin as he sucked my rod into himself. 

“O-Oh,” I moaned. 

Then, I pulled back against him. Stars erupted in my eyes as my cousin stroked my engorged member. I thrust as he pushed, sliding along my shaft. The bulging veins along my cock rubbed against his trembling walls, and Sashur whimpered as I pierced his core. 

My lips finding his ear, I purred, “I hear that a djinn’s weakness is his ears.”

“Oh, it is so very true,” he giggled. 

I nibbled the soft lobe, my tongue slithering into his ear as my cock filled his warm snugness. His belly swelled, growing full as I drove myself deeper. My balls churned, making my cock dribble shimmering precum into his rectum. My fangs flashed and I bit down on his ear, claiming him as so many djinn have claimed their mates. Sashur howled in rapture as I bucked my wide, gravid hips faster. My hand traveled down his sleek thigh, tangling in the forest of his pubic fur as I traced up his belly. Finding his navel, I hooked my finger through the golden ring and tugged fiercely. Pain and pleasure, ecstasy and agony raced up my cousin’s spine. Sashur threw his head back and shrieked, tears flowing as freely as the milk from my tits as I slammed my cock hard, locking us together. Behind me, Bantur tore himself from Fereya. His cock let loose a torrent of white seed that rained down on her pregnant belly, matting into her tawny fur. 

“I would never loose my seed into my cousin’s mate,” he said. “Not unless he gave permission, of course.” He shot me a knowing glance. 

“Mmm, that was divine,” Fereya moaned. She started rubbing his semen into her fur, the scent carrying on the air, drove me wild. 

My cock throbbed, eager to release. I turned back to Sashur and wrapped my arms around him. 

“Are you ready, cousin,” I said. 

He placed a hand on mine, his ears drooping. “Will you marry me after this?”

“Sure,” I chuckled. “Why not.”

“I-I wasn’t kidding, Ammah,” he said softly.

But I had no time to ponder my cousin’s words. My aching balls could take no more and with a terrific cry, I released myself. Hot, thick seed poured into Sashur, flooding his empty womb. His clawed fingers dug into the worn carpet as his mouth tore open in a primal scream. His belly swelled, bloating with my fertile semen until he looked to be several months pregnant. My hand flew to his growing belly, finding it warm and soft. With slow, circular motions, I soothed his aching stomach, even as I continued to pump another ropey strand to be lapped up by his hungry womb. My legs stiffened and I released again. Sashur’s belly heaved and my seed spurted from his overfilled rectum, splattering onto the floor. 

At last, I pulled my softening member free, a thin trickle of sticky seed oozing from his battered anus to flow down his thigh. Sashur looked up at me, his face beaming. My cheeks suddenly grew hot to see him look at me so. That face of longing, it reminded me of another time, back when Fereya proposed. My heart fluttered and placed my hand on my breast to see such an expression again. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes and I remembered then what he asked me. 

“Yes,” I offered in a breathless whisper.

After so many years, to think that it would come to this. The very world seemed to slip away, leaving just the two of us. I cupped his face, placing my lips to his, kissing him passionately, gently, as two lovers should. 

“Okay, Ammah,” I heard a voice chime. I ignored the protests, continuing instead to press my lips to Sashur. “Ammah, this is getting weird now, that is your cousin. Ammah?”

At last, I pulled away from Sashur to see Fereya glaring at me. Though she lay in Bantur’s arms, the troll seemed more than a little displeased at my sudden advances on my cousin. I extended my claw to her, dragging her heavy, round body closer. Together, the four of us fell into a sweaty, exhausted pile on the floor. Our damp, musky bodies radiated with the afterglow of our spent passions, our hearts at ease as we explored the curves of each other's bodies, plumbing the newly found depths and embracing one another. 

And then the bell above the door rang

I raised my head first, terror hitting me like a bucket of cold water. “Oh shit,” I cried. “Who forgot to put up the [i]Closed[/i] sign!”

A young skeer stood in the doorway, her sleek, black hand still clinging to the push bar. The corner of her mouth twitched as her sky blue eyes surveyed the chaos left in the wake of our passions. 

“Um, hello,” I stammered. I scrambled out from beneath a pile of bare flesh, my bloated, leaking tits sagging atop my swollen belly. “Welcome to the ‘Wind-Up Rocket’. How may help you?”

Her face turned the color of clay. Her mouth fell open in a rictus of a scream as she shook her head. Then, without a word, the skeer turned and fled into the early evening, letting the door slam shut behind her.

“Well that was rude,” I said. 

“Some people just don’t have any manners,” Fereya said, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh, could pass me my bra, dear. No, that’s yours, I think.”

“Mine’s the pink one,” I said, handing her a black, lacy number. 

The twins were on their hooves, their kimonos draped around them with a graceful elegance. I huffed, using the counter for support as I lifted my fat ass up from the floor. 

“That was fun,” I said. “Better than I expected.

Sashur, smiling, took me by the hands. “I mean it,” he said, his golden eyes glowing. “You should really visit home sometime. And remember, our kind do not object to more than one mate.”

“Or marrying your cousin,” Bantur was quick to add. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek. “Maybe next time, you can give me a child.” His eyes smoldered, making my heart jump. 

“I’d like that,” I said. “And who knows, one of you could bless me as well.”

I regretted that comment the moment I saw their faces light up. 

“Dear cousin, I do believe you’re asking us to impregnate you,” said Sashur. 

“Indeed, brother,” replied Bantur. “Won’t Aunt Fatmah be so pleased.”

“Please don’t bring mom into this,” I chuckled. 

“Oh, but you look just like him, Ammah,” laughed Bantur. 

“No,” I whined. “Please don’t say that.”

The twins giggled, stepping back and turning to the door. 

“We must be returning to the club,” said Sashur, a hand on his belly. “But, we will be seeing you again. Count on it.”

The door swung open, letting the cool air of the evening blow away the stuffy scent of our love making. Watching them go, I then stooped down and gathered up my clothes into a bundle. 

“Well, that was fun, eh Fereya?” Clutching my clothes to my chest, I turned to find the troll scowling at me. 

She stood with her arms crossed beneath her breasts, fire burning in her fuschia eyes. “I’m the first wife, got it?”

“I-I’m sorry?” I stammered. 

“Sorry nothing,” she barked. “I don’t care if you want to diddle your cousins, I’m the number one, got it?”

“Uh, o-okay,” I replied. “You’re the number one.”

She smiled then, her eyes softening. “Good,” she replied. She glided up to me, her arms around my neck as she nuzzled my throat. “So how’s about you treat me like number one?”

“Already?” I whimpered. I let my clothes fall from my hands. “But, I’m tired.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “You still owe me for this afternoon.”

Hanging my head, I uttered a defeated sigh. “Let me go flip the [i]Closed[/i] sign.”