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Yrba’s Travels, Pt.4 — Altars and Virgins
by
Paul Gerard (a pen name)
First Draft, started July 2008
Spellchecked: by computer.
Proof-reading: IMPERFECT! I’m really sorry about that, but this part of the story has not been proofed by anyone but yours truly himself, because all my proofers are occupied with this weird thing called "real life". So you may find this text contains some solecisms, malapropisms and other-isms that may make me look like a total dork, but that’s what you get when you read stuff by a guy who learned English only as a second language... ;)
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Obscure musical reference:
"And the devil in a black dress watches over / My guardian angels walks away / Life is short and love is always over in the morning" — Sisters of Mercy, Temple of Love (Extended)
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Altaerna — a world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind’s stage.
The time of this story is similar to our planet’s 12th century.
What happened so far:
Part 1 — Jailbreak:
Jailed in neighboring cells, two very different women are waiting for their execution: Yrba, the traveling gypsy witch, and Mirca, the servant girl. In a last desperate bid for freedom, Yrba feeds Mirca a whole gallon of enhancement potion and uses her swelling body to break down their cell’s walls. And thanks to Yrba’s prowess with magic, Mirca becomes mobile again. While they sneak through the nightly town, Mirca gets even with the man whose wrongful accusations sent her to death row by wrecking his warehouse with her rapidly growing breasts.
Part 2 — Under Soiled Doves’ Wings:
The witch and her new companion can’t make it out of town. Lucky for them, Red, an old friend of the witch, runs the town’s brothel, and they manage to hide there from the guards searching the houses. An unexpected growth spurt in the confined hideaway ends with Mirca getting stuck and Yrba out cold. Over the course of the next days, they recover, get acquainted with the girls, Mirca gets into a quarrel with Berry, Red’s mistrusting bouncer, and becomes the focus of eastern beauty Li’s fantasies. A dinner and a surprise confession lead to another eruption of Mirca’s unstable body.
Part 3 — Tubs, Sponges and Soaking:
It’s an all-girl event as Red’s women climb over each other while they polish and shine Mirca’s body in the brothel’s huge bathtub, sudden milk burst included. The night brings a solemn peek into Mirca’s troubled past, and the next day sees Yrba and Red desperately trying to salvage the last few drops of growth portion left in the witch’s womb. Mirca embarks on a journey of discovery across Yrba’s body, only to wear her mistress out to the brink of collapse. Yrba lets her curiosity get the better of her, prepares herself to repeat the experience, and in the process we found that her body has quite a few quirks of its own.
Chapter 17: Early Mo(a/r)ning Ride
The diminutive, barely four-and-a-half feet woman with the boyish figure and decidedly eastern features beamed up to the towering, bulky, six-feet-six giantess in front of her. There was not a single wrinkle in her face’s ivory skin to give away that she was the tall blonde’s elder by more than a decade. And her giddy cheerfulness made the shy, twentysomething hulk seem the somber one instead.
She raised a folded piece of cloth up to the amazon who actually was the very opposite of a-mazon, no-breast. The tightly-wrapped, makeshift toga strained and showed the swaying motions of very respectable amounts of mammary mass underneath as the girl picked up the package and started to unfold her present. The dwarfish woman in the colorful kimono bounced impatiently in place, like she wished her giantess’ chest would.
"Go, try on! Mirca try on new dress! Is from gift of Lady Mayor! I sew nights and nights to make fit. Want see now!"
"Uh, Li, should I, like, right now?" Mirca frowned. The dark green silk flowed over her hands. She held it up with two fingers and turned the long, sleek dress left and right. "It’s so beautiful, but it looks so, so flimsy — I don’t know, I don’t want to tear it."
Li put her arms akimbo and leaned forward. An angry frown wrinkled the smooth skin of her forehead.
"You say I not good sewing?! I not measure right?! Li work long hours for you! Li put in extra strong seams! You wear now!"
Mirca lowered her eyes and stared to her feet as the dwarfish bundle of energy with the bun of black hair glared up at her. She mumbled, "Okay, okay. I just —"
"Not yet wearing my present?!" Li twittered angrily, prodded Mirca in the yielding chest with her forefinger, leaned backwards and crossed her arms over her flat chest.
With a sigh, the tall blonde began to unwrap the assortment of veils around her body.
Li’s face brightened into an obsessed grin as the veils dropped down and revealed inch by inch the bulging muscles and the enormous, flawless breasts on the golden-haired giantess, and the eastern woman exhaled in a raunchy sigh. You are incredible, Mirca. My goddess of female strength. Not even the best of jade sculptors of my homeland could create a body like yours. I praise whoever brought you here. You are all I’ll never be.
Of course she knew who had brought her favorite embodiment of her brawny-and-busty fetish to the brothel: Yrba, the bawd’s old-time girlfriend. The voluptuous southern islands refugee with the chocolate-colored skin was a witch to the bone — a flirty, hot-momma kind of witch with her thirty-five years. The unexpected stowaway had shaken up the routine at "Madame Red’s cozy house of bathing" ever since she showed up in the dark of night after her escape from the castle’s death row. In her tow she brought Mirca, the bulky-yet-timid serf freshly filled with a year’s undiluted harvest of Yrba’s "Tincture for the Mesdames" originally meant for more than a hundred clients — with the inevitable result of a capricious, hard-to-control boob line capable of bust–ing stone and metal.
Lucky for all of the girls at Red’s house, the ethereal magic needed to fuel Mirca’s erratic transformations wasn’t unlimited, and after her last mishap, the depleted resources would need weeks to grow back.
Li’s thoughts returned to the here and now. The new one-part dress dropped down over Mirca’s huge breasts. Long folds formed, starting around the shortened and reinforced neckline and running down the deep cleavage. Only over the two round mountains of jiggly flesh did the cloth smooth out. Picking up the pattern of folds again beneath the protruding nipples, the silk cascaded down the front. The long sleeves ended in wide flaps and fluttered about as Mirca’s hands flurried to tie the girdle around her tapering waist. Smooth and following the contour of her wide hip, the cloth hinted at the bulges of muscles along Mirca’s chiseled thighs. The hemline played around her narrow ankles.
"Oh Li, you’re amazing!" beamed the grinning giantess. She giggled and ran her fingers over the silken, dark green cloth with the golden needlework before she grabbed her breasts through the smooth textile. "This feels so great! It’s so smooth and slinky! It’s flowing like water! Here, you try it!" She grabbed Li’s hands and pushed them on her huge breasts, slowly rubbing them over the hardening nipples.
Li exhaled as a sudden shudder of arousal raced through her body.
"Mirca l—looking good. Li m—make winter cloth from thick wool, too. But later. You now go Jean, ask for disguising. Afternoon, we go forest. Must trick guards by gate. Tell her we make you disguising as monk! She know!"
The door squeaked ever so slightly.
"Jean…?" whispered the huge blonde and leaned into the room. Apart from Li, who seemed to run on a wholly different kind of schedule, the rest of the billable women in Red’s brothel weren’t exactly the kind of females to rise with the chickens.
"Mmmmmnnnnggghhh—?" The moan might’ve been a question, or maybe it simply ended on an elevated note because Jean just happened to spread her moist sex with one hand while the index finger of the other rubbed frantically up and down over the exposed pink flesh in her grip.
Mirca gasped, jerked back and covered her eyes as she turned away.
"Uh, sorry, should I — come back when you’re, y’know, uh…"
Jean’s laughter was a bright, friendly ringing of bells. There was no hint that only moments before the slender brunette had twisted and turned on her sheets, with her hip bucking frantically, her massive breasts flailing about and three fingers buried deep in her itching twat. She beckoned Mirca to enter while she caught her breath and blew an unruly strand out of her flushed face.
"Oh no, darling! Come on in, it’s okay! I was just doing my morning warm-up! Come here, sit down on the bed. What’s the matter? Oh my, that’s a nice dress! So Li finally got your present done, eh? How do you like it, sweetheart?"
The naked brunette licked off the sticky moisture from her fingers and wiped them on her skin before she let them wander over the smooth cloth. Mica shuddered ever so slightly as Jean’s fingers traced the curves of the blonde’s massive, slightly sagging cones.
"It really hugs your figure, dear. Oh my, you’re giving me all kinds of nasty thoughts now, you know?" Jean winked. "You maybe got a little warm breakfast in that wrapper for me?"
Jean squeezed the domed areola gently. The rough nipple poked into the palm of her hand, but that was about all she got out of the heavy mammary.
"Breakf—?" Mirca frowned at her, and suddenly her face lit up with understanding. "Oh. Ah! Uh, no." She shrugged. "No, I can’t feel any milk now. Sorry. Are you very disappointed? If I try, maybe I can squeeze a bit —" She raised her hands and started kneading the resilient domes. "Uh, there’s maybe a little in there — but I’m much better with this in the afternoon —"
"No, don’t bother, dear," smiled Jean and put her hand soothingly on top of Mirca’s groping fingers. "I was just wondering."
Mirca blinked, and then she beamed, "But I could offer you a ride instead!"
"A … ride?" frowned the naked woman, reclining on the bed and stretching her arms. "Now? Where to? On what?" She laughed. "Your shoulders? You sure are big enough to—"
"Filly, om fiff!" the blonde mumbled while her tongue lolled out. The tip of the pink tentacle whipped around and scratched the underside of the chin. "Yffa likef it fery muff, anf feh offer fgirl af feh pallaf waf fotally fmad abouf if. Fwamma giww if a fry?" A drop of saliva descended from the wiggling tip, dragging along a filament right down into the abyss of Mirca’s cleavage.
Jean suddenly sat bolt upright again and gulped, with her hand on her chin and her fingers on her trembling lower lip. "Holy—b—buh. Is that real? How long is it?"
Shluuuurp. The two finger’s length of tongue tentacle was gone again, and Mirca wiped her moist chin. "Long? Uh, I dunno, as long as you just saw it? Yrba said it’s a tongue like a cow, but in a good way, and that I should be proud of it. And that I can do amazing things with it. You want me to do things with it?"
"I—I’m not sure, I—," Jean stuttered as she inched slowly away from the huge woman with the good-natured smile on her face.
"Oh, that’s okay!" giggled Mirca. "I’ve already had breakfast, you won’t spoil my appetite!"
She threw herself around. The bed groaned under her weight. Jean tried to struggle away as the mountain of muscles came down on her legs, but the broad shoulders and the heavy, soft breasts of the giantess pinned her knees to the mattress. She tensed up in nervous anticipation the moment the tip of Mirca’s tongue brushed over her labia. And then Jean’s body went limp as the first lick, both into the depths of her vagina and against the hood of her already fired-up lust button at the same time, sucked her into the vortex of a delirious ecstasy. Mirca’s huge mouth covered Jean’s crotch along the whole length of the brunette’s labia and soaked her folds with hot drool.
"Mirca — Mirca — oh heavens, Mirca — careful —," stammered the brunette, then she mutely gasped for air as the giantess sucked on her pubic mound and the labia plumped into the vacuum of the mouth’s steaming cave. Her inner flaps slipped out, stretching around the thick root of Mirca’s invading tongue. The giantess’ teeth gently nibbled the tapering wrapper.
"Oh gods! Oh heavens! You’re the snake of the abyss! Mmmmircaaa—! Ungh—!"
The brunette’s trembling fingers crawled and combed through Mirca’s white-golden hair. Jean threw her upper body around on the sheets. Her own sizable breasts swung left and right. Every now and then, her hands grabbed and squeezed the ample mountains on her chest. The room spun around her head, no, make that around her crotch —
"Deep — so deep! You’re in — deep! — I’m — gaaaaawds! — impaled! To! The! Bone! Licking — my marrow out — you — yooooOOOuuuuUUUUU!"
Jean howled in delight. The slippery tentacle wormed its way through her cervix. The tip crawled over the insides of her womb. She was trapped in delirious desire, unable to open her eyes. All she saw were images dancing through her feverish imagination, of being a tiny, stretched and bloated bladder over this humongous tongue that filled her belly more and more and turned it into a round bulge while she pulled up her thighs and slipped deeper and deeper into the round gate of juicy lips, all her innards being sucked out like the meat from a ripe fruit.
"More! Rougher! Crush me! Almost — there! Keep — up! Grab me! Devour me! You beast! Squash me!"
Mirca obediently reached out. Her strong paws each cupped all the sensitive volume of one of Jean’s milk orbs with ease and squeezed hard. Jean’s whole body arched upwards. Juices burst out of her, and the greedy tentacle deep in her womb stirred the oozing secretions into white-hot foam which Mirca slurped in long gulps. Slowly, jerking and trembling, Jean sagged down on the wrinkled, sweat-drenched sheets.
Mirca wiped her lips and watched, uncertainty in her nervous gaze, as she sat back up and straightened her green dress.
"Uh, was that okay for you? I mean, instead of milk? I wouldn’t want to, y’know, disappoint you. You’ve been so nice to me in the bath and before."
Jean smiled, and as she answered, her voice flipped into a hysterical giggle every now and then.
"O—okay? You — heh! — aski — hii — ing if’t was o—okay?"
Mirca scratched her head and smiled shyly at the disheveled brunette who still fought hard to regain her composure and her sense of balance. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged, and suddenly Jean couldn’t help to see her as anything but a forlorn, fidgeting servant begging for an answer, and not the towering, muscle-bound woman that she really was.
"Eh, yes?" stammered Mirca, nervously wringing her hands. "Because you didn’t seem too happy b—because, I don’t know, you suddenly let go, and, and Yrba did the same, and Suzy, too — Suzy was my f—former master at the castle, y’know — they all just start to pant and yell and then they get so quiet and stare into the ceiling or in the pillows and then they stutter how they like it, but really, I think, maybe, they all just say that because they don’t want to make me sad, and I wasn’t sure if maybe you got bored because, you, you’re doing all this sex thing for w—work, so you surely know much more about it, and really, it’s not that much I can do with my tongue except that in and out and around the inside and —"
Jean grinned and gently patted Mirca’s cheek. All her insides still twitched with waning arousal. She shook her head in disbelief as she looked into Mirca’s blue eyes. The giantess really was a forlorn serf in a new world. Jean desperately wanted to wrap her arms around Mirca and cuddle her to her chest, only her body was still too limp and exhausted. She took a deep breath instead and croaked, "Hiii—bored? If I got bored? Just a little longer, and I would’ve gone mad —"
A late shudder ran over her whole body, and she rolled her shoulders in delight.
"Mmmh, mad, in a very good way." She sighed happily. "Really, darling. I’m not lying to you. It was very, very okay." She cupped her head with both hands and combed back her hair with her fingers. "Very. We gotta do that again, soon — no, no, not that soon, Mirca! Heavens, snakey-girl, let me get my senses back together. So what brought you here in the first place, sweetie?"
"Uh, Li said something about, eh, 'this guy singers monk' or something."
"This guy — oh, you mean disguising as monk?" The brunette smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. Yes, that sounds very much like something Li would come up with. Okay, let’s see what we can turn you into!" She clapped her hands. "Just let me get dressed, ’kay? You want to help me with that? Damn, my hands are still shaking."
Jean handed Mirca a brown, rough piece of clothing from the depth of her wardrobe. "I knew I had it somewhere in there! Here, put on that cowl. It’ll hide your face."
The tall blonde held it undecidedly with two fingers, frowning as she sniffed in its general direction. Her nose wrinkled. "Ew! Smells like something died in that. Where did you get it?"
"Guess," replied the slender brunette as she shrugged and sent her own massively augmented breasts, courtesy of Yrba’s tricks and herbs, swinging. As Mirca’s face fell apart in horror, she added hastily, "Oh gods, no! No!" She held her hand over mouth and giggled. "I was just kidding! Oh heavens, girl, calm down. I just haven’t washed it for quite some time. There was one of our clients who got off on pretending to be a monk. He was all," she lowered her voice to sound more like a man, "'Oi’ve novor hod sox on moy loife, ond now Oi’ll pomp yo so full yo’ll borst.'" They both laughed now.
After they slowly stopped, Mirca pondered for a few moments and then she asked, "Uh, but he didn’t, right? Men can’t do that — or can they?"
"Huh? Oh come on!" Jean playfully jabbed her arm. "Of course not. Mirca! We were just playing along for him, y’know? We moaned and yelled 'oh stop it, I’m about to explode, oh noes, you’re filling me up good' and stuff." She licked her lips, and her eyes suddenly glazed over with a dreamy expression. "What a pity that he hitched up with Hannah. Last I heard they’ve started a butcher shop. He always had a mighty juicy sausage, I’ve got to give him that."
"Ah. Uh? Oh. You — you mean his dangly breeding thing?"
Mirca blushed, and Jean involuntarily cast a quick, nervous glance at the blonde’s rack, suddenly and fearfully remembering the last misfire of the explosive chest. No weird throbbing visible anywhere. She exhaled. The giantess had just given her the tongue ride of a lifetime, but she blushed at the mere mentioning of sex. And Red and Yrba wanted to turn her from cowering serf to free woman in just a few weeks, to teach her all about the world? Gods, where to start?!
"Relax, girl. The men and us, we’re just fooling around, really. And the thing won’t dangle if we do it right."
"All right. Yes, I, uh, I know what you mean."
"Uh-huh. Sure." Jean smiled knowingly and reached up to pat Mirca’s cheek. "Been hiding behind the door when brains were handed out, but answered twice at the tits, huh? Now all that sex stuff all of a sudden, it must be quite overwhelming, eh? Don’t worry, we’ll teach you in time. Just take it slow and ask us if you don’t understand what we mean."
Mirca scratched her head. "Uh. I’m not sure I want to understand all that you’re talking about. Seems that there are really weird things going on, I tell you." The blonde looked at the cloth in her hands. "You think he’d mind, me putting it on?"
Jean laughed. "I guess he’d have a blast if he knew. He was very into big breasts. Bow down now."
She ran her fingers through Mirca’s long curls and braided the girl’s hair into a ponytail before she tugged it under the hood. "Can’t have that much gold showing, might catch someone’s eye," she remarked while she adjust the rough disguise, then she stepped back and put her hands to her hips. "Right, now bend your knees a little while you walk so your head doesn’t stand out in the crowd." She poked into the huge potbelly bulging from Mirca’s midriff. "And with that stuffed pillow tied around your waist you look like any other three hundred pound monk." Jean pinched her nose. "And the way you smell now, nobody’s going to bother with you anyway. Now you can just walk past the guards." Jean banged against the wall. "Li! She’s ready!"
Chapter 18: Forest Frolics
After the careful preparations, passing the gate guards had been no problem at all. The men in worn-down uniforms gave them but a short glance and a dismissive wave of the hand, and that was it. Red’s girls were known, and seeing a monk together with them … well, those things happened and better went unnoticed.
Now the two unlike women were a brisk quarter of an hour’s walk away from the town on the empty road that wound through the forest. Li very carefully gazed around before she took a sharp turn to the left and disappeared into the bushes by the side of the road, and Mirca staggered after her. In silence, Li led her through the underwood until they were out of sight of the road. Here, the forest floor was clearer save for the occasional root, and the tall trees with their dense crowns above formed something akin to a huge hallway. Rays of light pierced through every now and then and filled the fresh air with slender golden beams. It was warm enough to take off the malodorous cowl. Mirca stared up in awe.
"Ahhhh! That’s a nice place! Where are you taking me? Oops! Sorry!"
She jerked back when she almost stepped over the dwarfish woman whose head barely reached to her armpit. Li turned and shoved her playfully.
"Hey! Hello! No trample me! You no stare in sky now, no? Watch foot! No can carry you if clumsy big girl sprain ankle!"
She sighed and shook her head. "Mirca need much teaching. See rising ground ahead? We go! Old stones, nice and flat, leaves and moss. Less trees. Soft ground. Nobody coming. All fear of old temple. Perfect for training."
"Training? Huh?" Mirca raised the basket in her hand. "I thought we were just going to pick new herbs for the kitchen!"
"Will do, too. Mirca big girl now, alone girl! Need learn about other things, much more important than herbs. Li show you. Li living life longer, learning lots. Li teach you."
Another five minutes of slow ascent, and they were amidst stones and old columns, fallen over and covered in moss and roots. An altar with a tabletop of dark stone, huge and cracked into two pieces, marked the center of the derelict place. A single, tall statue of black stone had survived the assault of time and watched over it, from what in earlier days must’ve been a niche in the temple wall. Mirca looked at it and shivered. "Brr! A woman with horns on her forehead and pointy ears? That’s witchcraft! I mean —"
She hesitated. "I — I mean, not good witchery like Yrba’s. She’s nice. That’s the other kind. Bad witchcraft. Let’s go someplace else. I don’t like it here. They sure did things with knives and blood here! Li, really, let us go somewhere else. Please!"
"No! You not run away! You stop wanting run always, now! You look, then maybe run."
Slowly, Mirca’s anxious panting calmed down. She measured the strange figure on the pedestal up and just now noticed that surely it was not the statue of an angry woman. The eternally frozen face with the weird horns wore a smile, one of those smiles with half-closed eyes and half-open, protruding lips that Mirca had seen before, on the faces of Suzy, or Yrba, or Jean. The unknown artist’s hand had modeled a rather revealing dress on the voluptuous body. The proportions, tall, buxom and proud, reminded Mirca of a cross between Sylvia and Charlene, and somehow, the way that the black body stood, it expressed the combined upfront sexual hunger of the two.
Li threw a piece of a branch against it, and it bounced off with a metallic clang. "Is statue! See?" She extended her arms to the figure while looking at Mirca. "Not weird. You want weird, you look at statues of homeland mine. This? Just huge woman with—"
She gulped. Her mouth had turned dry and her head swiveled back to the statue, like pulled by a string. "—With b—big b—bazongas and w—wide hips and—"
She shuddered, tore her gaze away and turned back to Mirca. Li’s tiny nipples suddenly showed through her clothes. Clearing her throat, she chided on. "Is ordinary. You see? You no fear now? Good! I saying, Li and golden hair girl go forest for purpose. Teach you ways of fight, of my people. And teach ways of love." She eyed her hungrily.
Mirca looked down on the tiny figure and drew a face.
"You? No way. I mean, the fighting. Hah! Sorry. No. Way. Look, I could just lift you off the ground like, uh, let me show you, I won’t hurt you, I just grab you like that and —"
She reached for the black-haired woman’s shoulder, and then the world spun around.
"—unf!" The heavy impact knocked the wind out of her. Bewildered, Mirca looked up. She was laying on her back all of a sudden, her dress flipped up halfway around her waist baring her legs, and Li held her arm at the wrist, twisting it.
"All right, all right!" yelped Mirca as the fire of pain exploded in her shoulder. "I give up! I give up! How did you do that?"
The diminutive eastern woman let go and stepped spread-legged over Mirca’s face. She bent down and replied, "Li be showing big girl. Soon." Her fingers with the long fingernails scratched gently over Mirca’s flat belly and pulled the wrinkled ring of the dress higher from the blonde’s waist. "But first, Li be showing ways of woman love."
Mirca laughed. Red’s girls were not like the mean ones in the palace; they were nice to be around and they smelled good. They even bathed. Together. Her eyes gleamed when she realized that this most likely was going to be as much fun, and that again she might be the one having it!
So she reached for Li and said, "Hey, I know about that already. Why, Jean said just this morning I was very very good at it! So let me show you first what I already know about tha—mmth…"
While talking, she had pushed up Li’s dress, running her strong hands over the slender thighs. Naked, yellowish skin glowed in the twilight of the forest. Grabbing Li around the waist, she pulled the woman’s dark crotch with the jet-black, soft curls down on her face and, with her last word, dug her long, thick, tentacular tongue to the hilt into the tight entrance. Li’s eyes opened wide. After the sight of Mirca face-to-face with the statue and the thrill of wrestling down the giantess and having her at her feet, she was more than ready to immediately melt away. Her juices oozed down into the huge, sucking mouth enveloping all of her wet gap. She spread her legs as wide as they would go. A faint whimper born of delight was all she managed.
"Mmmh! Oo tathe yummy!" Mirca uttered, and her humming and mumbling lips on Li’s taut-stretched folds engulfing the blonde’s rough and nubby tongue only served to make Li drip away even stronger. She twisted and turned in Mirca’s deft yet gentle grip on her hips and moaned and chirped in her native tongue until she suddenly fell silent and her body rose and arched backwards. Mirca pushed her jaw forward, and her lower lip covered the engorged, big knob of Li’s sex. Her cheeks fell in as she sucked. For a moment, the black-haired woman felt herself falling into that warm, eager mouth, disappearing into it, melting away, turning to jelly and being sucked up and devoured by the giantess. Li’s eyes stared blankly at the roof of branches, her arms flailed for a second before her fingers cramped into claws and she stiffened, completely frozen in rapture. The only thing left moving was the throbbing and clenching muscle in her middle as it milked on the unyielding tentacle.
Mirca kept on licking and munching until the thick flow ebbed. With a last lick, she pulled her tongue out and slurped up the filaments and droplets hanging from Li’s reddened, swollen petals.
"Huh? Huh? How did you like it?" the blond giantess inquired while her dwarfish eastern morsel slumped down on her, trembling all over, her swinging head bumping repeatedly into Mirca’s thigh.
"Mwwwaaaaa...," groaned Li, her eyes now closed, her mouth gaping in a mindless grin. Her legs twitched on for quite a while as she writhed on Mirca’s body.
"Mirca good good — Me repaying now with trick of old knowledge," she finally managed to utter. Another deep breath, then she ordered, "You spreading legs now." Propping herself up on her elbows, she gently inspected Mirca’s crotch up close. "Show you other tickle place, special place, hidden inside—" Right after a first glance, she exclaimed, "Oh my! You biiiig plump tickle button, been growing like tits?"
"Uh, yes. No. I mean, yes, it’s big, but it’s not growing. It’s always big like that if I spread my legs so wide, because it kinda just peeks out and and it’s all slick and sticky. Kinda annoying, you know. And it all seems so, uh, so wrinkly and messy down there. And it hurts so easily. Just a wrong push or a hard seam in the clothes, and — I don’t really like how I look, uh, between the legs. Could you please not stare at me like that?"
Li smiled. "You liking will soon. I teach. You needing learn how to pleasure yourself good. All kind of fun, can find in yourself. See, me showing you what inside now. Is tricky place. Easy mistake hurting self with strong hands like Mirca. You watch and feel where Li’s fingers go —"
She pulled at Mirca’s outer labia and ran her fingertips along the curled gate to the wet funnel of skin, marveling at the puckered rosette that showed through the curls where she had expected a smooth funnel.
"You strange! You have gate very tiny, but skin enough for much big stretchy hole! Yet you tight much!"
Mirca half-furrowed, half-raised her brows, full of doubt. The blonde was still resting on her back, feeling the touch of the soft, cool moss on her skin. She was unsure of what Li was up to, and didn’t know what to do either. With her superior at the castle, it had been so much easier. The horny, ever-hungry Suzy had told her in no uncertain terms — "Deeper, and round the rim now, you oaf!" — what to do. But now? Unsure, she settled for just caressing the back of the small woman with her fingertips. Li kept on pulling and stretching at Mirca’s underused gap, every now and then breathing a faint kiss on the thumb-sized tip of the huge clitoris. Her fingers dug into the thick folds of skin to the left and right of the sensitive knob, rubbing it through the protective layers of skin. Slowly, a tickle and gentle throbbing started in the blonde’s inexperienced body. Li knew full well how to guide her up along the winding path to Mt. Lesbian Lust.
Mirca’s breath deepened and accelerated. Moans crept in, every now and then, increasing in volume as well as in frequency. Wetness seeped from the blonde’s tight canal. It was then that the tiny finger wiggling inside her suddenly stopped.
"Big girl being pure? Closed? Unpopped?" Li rose to all fours and climbed down from her gasping pillow. She crawled over her, turned around and knelt down again between Mirca’s widespread legs, staring incredulously at the puzzled face rising over the huge breasts. Her fingers brushed aside the golden, wet curls, spread the long, well-lubed pink funnel and prodded gently against the thick layer of skin she hadn’t expected to still be in there. "You no do fucking ever? How you do this?!"
Mirca breathed heavily, her face flushed with a lively red. "I didn’t do anything! Don’t stop! Go on! Oh heavens, this itching is killing me! I need something in there, so bad!"
Her tiny mistress protested, "No! Nononono—no! Li not going to open Mirca! You much precious, being tight and fresh! You virgin! Oh, understand now! We rub you good in tub, but rub you outside only! And you never before did humpy humpy because you big and strong and nobody dare!"
"I can’t stand it any more!" wailed the blonde. "It’s burning in me! Itching in my womb! I need something to scratch all the way in there!" She bent forward, grabbed the surprised Li’s elbow and forearm with both hands, and pulled towards her. Something ripped inside her, with a short, stinging pain, and then the muscular gate to her womb suddenly expanded. Li’s forearm slipped into the oozing tube, widening it all the way, until her fingertips peered through the puckered ring of a cervix.
"Mmmmhh," Mirca exhaled, momentarily relieved. She held still for a few seconds, impaled on the black-haired woman’s slender arm. "Soooo gooooood."
Li slowly shook her head, uttering weakly, "No. What you done? You spoil!"
"Oh — oh no, it’s starting to itch again!" moaned Mirca and began to pant. She pulled the impromptu rod out to the wrist. Her lower belly shrank visibly. She groaned. "Mmmh. Mhm. Mmmh. Not enough. Once more. Feels better every time. I’m doing it right, yes?"
"No! Gold hair! You stop now!"
Mirca didn’t listen. She held Li’s elbow tight and pumped the arm in and out again and again. Li clenched her fingers into a fist to bring her fingernails out of the way. Mirca became more and more agitated. Li gave up her resistance and just stared in awe at the gap that gobbled up her arm almost to the elbow while tiny droplets sprayed out of the tight rim, accompanied by a plrrbbbbt of escaping air. Moments later the inner lips flipped about as Mirca pulled Li’s arm out again against the loud shhluuurp of suction.
"Oh yes! Yes, it’s good! Oh Li, this is so good! That’s why they all — ooohh! I get it! I — faster! Mnnngh!"
Cloth groaned. With every push inward, volume amassed on the blonde’s chest. Her already huge breasts filled and rose. They had pancaked to the sides before, just a little, but they no longer did. Now they rounded out, collecting volume with every back-and-forth stroke of Li’s arm. It wasn’t air or something, it was heavy, liquid volume that sloshed into her chest with her frantic motions and pulled at her taut skin. The green wrapper of silk put on a valiant effort to contain the swelling, but it already started to lose the carefully tailored wrinkles around the neckline. Mirca was truly pumping herself up. Li just stared incredulously at the massive mounds lifting the silken cloth, at the new wrinkles of strain in the overtaxed fibers as they slowly rent along the seams. Skin glistening with sweat appeared through the growing gaps. Li had added a fair amount of folds and extra size to the chest area, but now she saw it hadn’t been enough by far. The green cloth was pulled taut to its limits, about to rip any second now.
"Now! It’s — yes! Oh yes! The tickle! It’s — now it’s — all over — hhhrrrroooaaaaAAAA—!"
Mirca arched her back and let go of the eastern woman’s arm. Her fingers cramped into hooks and clawed at the air as she threw about her shoulders and the whole of her upper body. Li had never before heard a moan quite like the blonde’s. It was a deep, throaty roar; the sound of a wild animal that after years of imprisonment suddenly found the door of its cage wide open. The long canal closed painfully around her arm, and Mirca’s strong fingers returned to her crotch and clutched and rubbed the swollen entrance into her womb. Li’s arm was wedged in tight, and now — her eyes opened wide.
Mirca’s cervix descended on Li’s fingers. It stretched, stretched, stretched and suddenly it swallowed her hand, closing around her wrist. Li was pulled in deeper, almost to her elbow. The long tube muscle of Mirca’s vagina flexed and milked forcefully at her limb. Li felt as if her fingertips were about to burst from the blood squeezed forward by the strong ring muscles.
The death grip lasted for minutes, until Mirca finally relaxed with a deep sigh and sank down on the forest floor again.
"Be letting go! Come on! You letting go now! Ouch!"
Li groaned as she pushed her other hand against Mirca’s raised thigh. Her embedded arm was numb all over from the powerful clench. Finally, after much wiggling and panting, well-lubed motion started deep inside blonde as the cramped and clenched cervix opened up again and let go of her hand.
With a squelch, Li’s slender arm emerged from Mirca’s depths, followed by a gush of pent-up natural lube. Slimy drops fell from her fingers, dragging thin filaments after them. Smacking and bubbling, the gaping funnel of Mirca’s sex contracted into the puckered rosette it had started out as, and the curly labia closed like a curtain before Li’s incredulous eyes.
"Mirca very strange indeed," she muttered, more to herself than to anyone. "Muscle everywhere."
She nodded to the gasping giantess.
"Li thanking you. Is big honor, being first to open big girl! Mirca know now how good can be. But Mirca promise, Mirca never do hand in womb with other women."
The huge blonde wiped the sweat from her brow. She needed several moments before she was able to speak again. "Www—why?"
"Mirca too big. Too strong. Big hands. Big arms. Golden hair girl rip apart all other women. Promise Li, never be doing! Never be trying!"
She assessed Mirca’s swollen breasts that had grown to twice the size of her head, and hung heavy with milk to her sides. The nipples looked ready to burst through the cloth. Despite Li’s expectations, most of her sewing had actually stood the test.
"Now need to make boob empty, else guards be looking at monk with tits. Not good. Lucky girl you, me just right here. Roll over, off with dress and go hand and knee. Me milk you like cow, like first time in my room. You like then, you will like better now! Li’s fingers much tender than grumpy white skin girls!"
She turned her hand and watched the glistening, warm ooze shift while it still clung to her skin.
"Mirca giving good lube, much easy kneading milk udders! Mirca will like!"
Mirca breathed heavily and stretched out on the mossy ground. "Mmmmh. I’m so tired all of a sudden. It’s so nice and warm around here. Let’s undress and rest a bit first, I’m soaked." She pulled her dress off all the way, struggling a bit to get it over her breasts. "Oh Li! Now look at that! Another seam ruined. I’m so sorry! You spend so much time on this — I’ll fix it! You show me how, and then I—"
"No!" complained Li. "Do later! And no resting now! Much milk first need doing!"
"Oh shut up, little woman," Mirca laughed, reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. She dragged her up over her naked body and embraced her. Li’s head rested on the warm, heavy milk bags. She licked the sweaty skin, exhaled and gave in readily.
"But only short while, understood?" She smiled and snuggled into a more comfortable position, cuddling the huge udders and inhaling the delicious, salty scent of Mirca’s glowing figure.
Chapter 19: Ancient Acquaintances
Feet rustled through the leaves on the forest floor.
Oh my, what a show. A giantess and an almost dwarfish girl, writhing and moaning, exploring their bodies together. After all that time, and here of all places. How — unusual. Yes, my sweethearts, your spectacular sacrifice of virginity has found mercy before my eyes. The gift will be given in return, as the old customs and traditions require.
A tall shadow bent down over the sleeping couple.
Li? Wake up, Li, my little honeypot.
The voice was gentle, and it spoke, nay, sang to her in the old language. The woman from the east groaned and moved in her sleep.
It’s getting late, my butterfly. If you don’t wake up now, I can’t grant you the gift in time for you to enjoy it, twittered the voice.
More groaning. A sleepy frown curled Li’s forehead.
"Go — away," she mumbled, her face half-buried in the soft valley between Mirca’s breasts, and tugged at her blanket, pulling it back up over her narrow shoulders.
Laughter like little bells. Fingertips tenderly brushing the strands of long black hair from her face.
Oh my little sleepyhead. The old rules must be obeyed, but time is fleeting. Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. You really don’t want to miss out on the present I’ve got for you, little Yeao-Li Minai.
Suddenly, she was wide awake. Her eyes snapped open, but she didn’t dare to move. Someone was close. Very close. Too close for comfort. And that strange voice …
"Nobody knows my real name here," she twittered nervously in her native tongue. "Nobody speaks my language!"
I do, darling. I know them all, I speak them all.
Then warm hands gently moved Mirca’s strong arms aside and lifted Li up from the sleeping blonde’s body, putting her back on her feet. The small woman clutched the blanket tight. All the while, her handler remained in her back, and she didn’t dare to move to find out who — or what —
I really enjoyed your little show there. Now face me and you’ll receive your reward.
Li cautiously turned around. The first things she noticed were the antlers on the lowered head. She backed away from the statue that knelt in front of her until her shoulders ran into the unyielding stone altar. With a quick glance, she saw that the pedestal in the broken alcove was empty now.
"Leave me alone! Demon! That can’t be happening! Mirca!" Li gasped for air, and then she screeched, her voice on the brink of overturning, "Mircaaaa! Help! Wake up!"
The kneeling statue slowly rose to its feet and smirked as it shook its head. It towered over Li now, its massive breasts level with Li’s head, held its arms akimbo and slunk closer with swaying hips.
She can’t hear you, she’s sound asleep. I saw to that. It’s just you and me, sang the voice in her head. The metal creature raised its right hand in a commanding gesture. Li’s body stiffened against her will, and she was lifted up into the air. The flimsy blanket floated off her skin and unravelled, tumbling down to the floor.
Li was turned on her back and gently put down on the stone altar. The dark slab was still warm from the evening sun that came down in a blinding bolt of light that made the woman’s bright skin light up like gold in the forest’s twilight. Invisible hands seized her knees and forced her legs apart, exposing the darker skin and the jet black curls to the warming rays of light.
Why are you so afraid, my love? asked the statue as its head neared Li’s crotch. You came here and did the old ritual, after all. I must grant you a gift. You’ll like it.
"I—don’t—think—so!" Li’s breath came in panic-filled heaves. She threw back her head when the metal giantess’ exhale crept over her groin like the boiling air from a furnace.
The statue took its middle finger deep into its mouth, pouting its full lips. It smiled while its other hand caressed the insides of Li’s thin legs. They all liked it, in the olden days. It’s been so lonely ever since. Oh, I’ll make it slow and long and sweet and huge for you, my dear. A thousand years long and huge. You deserve it. You’ve been such a good teacher to the poor girl.
That the tall living-metal woman kept on talking with a voice that came from everywhere at once, even with her tongue and lips wrapped around her finger, didn’t even puzzle Li any more.
I sensed moisture in you, heat, arousal. All that happened in your body just from watching me when I was but a statue to you. Why don’t you like me now?
"Demon…"
Oh, my sweet darling, I’ll be a gentle demon. Why — is that another wish I feel in your mind, right now? Oh yes it is! Mhh, how kinky, but I hear and obey, my mistress…
She rolled her shoulders. The imitation of clothes melted and ran down, black metal running like molten wax over black metal. And then, after her naked body stooped slightly, she threw back her shoulders and stretched while she straightened up again. Li watched open-mouthed as the statue’s lips began to glow cherry red and plumped around her finger. Dark red glow washed over the black iron skin in a tidal wave. With metallic groans and creaks, the skin of the melons on her chest cracked open in a pattern like shattered pottery. Red-hot lava oozed from the growing gaps, covered the black shards and cooled in seconds.
Li blinked, and now the pumpkins were again flawless and perfectly smooth. The zigzagging cracks wandered on over the rest of the creature’s body, and the fragments of her black skin swam on molten, glowing depths. She grew with each jerk and twitch of her body as her legs stretched and filled, her hips swelled and her midriff bulked up. One last twitch, and then she exhaled, long and deep. The red glow disappeared together with the furnace blast of her breath, and she was again smooth, black metal cast into a female form. Still sucking on her right forefinger, the statue flicked the other against her erect left nipple. It moved like perfectly human, albeit huge, flesh and blood covered by a thick layer of black paint. She slanted her new, wider hip and slapped her butt, and there, too, was nothing but jiggly flesh.
Now we’re talking, eh? I’m your big servant now, Li. And you’ll like my gift all the better for that, don’t you? You wouldn’t send your obedient giantess away now, would you?
Ten feet of living metal stooped over Li. The statue knelt down spread-legged and sat on her haunches, with the leg end of the altar between her wide-open thighs. She pulled the dripping digit from her mouth and smiled again. Her long, thin tongue whipped over her lips.
Open wide now, dear …
She spread Li’s hairy lips apart with one hand and took aim. The glistening finger slipped deep into the twitching hole. Once inside Li, it grew longer and thicker. Or maybe Li’s tube contracted around it. By now, she was too confused and too horny to tell. She gyrated her hip on the warm, stimulating presence in her hungry midst.
And here’s my gift for you, the statue whispered. Until sunset, you’ll be man and woman at once, to have your way with your big blonde any which way you choose. Her finger massaged the tight, wet insides of Li’s clam and spread warmth all over her groin. Pursing her lips, the statue blew gently against the upper end of the woman’s vulva. And mixed into the soft touch of her breath was a single word.
Groooow…
"Oh goooods!" moaned Li. The heat concentrated into the upper folds of her snatch. Her love knob began to burn. She struggled to her elbows and watched in amazement and horror her pinkie-sized attachment, shedding its hood and throbbing larger with every passing moment. Beneath it, the outer labia grew and thickened into two heavy sausages, and then into two apple-sized balls wrapped in sensitive skin bags. The pumping hand between them made them bob and bounce.
Full of delicious juice for your girl. But let’s keep the hole between your legs, too, m’kay? Oh, that poor clit. All confused now. I’ll teach it how to be a real dick and behave properly.
The statue’s lips closed over the tip and slid down the trembling shaft until her lips touched the base. The cheeks fell in and then relaxed, again and again. Li stifled a scream of lust. Each sucking drew her clit out further into the moist, hot cave of the statue’s mouth, and when the pull subsided, it stayed at the new length. And again, and again—
Now see, your golden hair darling’s a big one. You know you’ll need a rod the size of your arm to thoroughly please her. A chuckle. My, if it ain’t your lucky day today.
The rhythm of the mouth became more frantic. The lips of the statue opened wider. Her saliva was a thick, black tar that stuck and turned into aroused flesh. Li clenched her teeth. "Mmmngh—I—can’t—"
Of course you can. Oh, I know. Let’s make it so big you can suck yourself off, too. That I’d like to see once again. And the balls. Mustn’t forget the balls! Bigger! Much bigger! Need to pump juice up the long rod and then some, after all.
The wiggling finger inside her grew hotter and hotter. Li’s hands clawed around the edges of the altar. Her hip rose and fell. Her throbbing trunk stretched deep into the statue’s throat.
Yes, now we’re talking! Now grab my antlers. Show me how you want me to move. It’s my gift to you, so do as you please. DO IT!
Li obeyed. Her fingers closed around the two handy, curved handles that again changed, this time right in her grasp. They seemed to shrink, as did the sheath around her new appendage. It throbbed now, straining against the wrapper in the most delightful way. The throat Li stuck inside suddenly felt tight — virginally tight.
"Want — up! I want — to see it — come out! Lick — along — whole length!" she panted and pulled at the horns. Her eyes stared at the statue’s mouth. From the O-shaped, now taut-stretched lips spilled her new, shiny, spit-covered rod, thick like her wrist. She kept on pulling the statue’s head upwards, five inches, ten inches, and still there was only shaft slipping and slurping from those lips; a glistening dick wrapped in angrily throbbing veins. Twelve inches. Fifteen inches.
"Monster! Too big!"
The statue’s eyes turned upwards to meet her stare. Her eyebrows rose.
Your thoughts betray your words, Li. Every inch is exactly like you want it to be. I can vouch for that.
No sense in denying it. Without a word, Li pulled the statue’s head further up.
Remember the circus? Remember when you were younger? When you were so limber you could curl up at night and kiss yourself? How good it felt, your own lips around your knob?
Following Li’s pull, the statue crawled on top of the altar, on all fours. The metallic skin rubbed against Li’s legs, and the two breasts dangled like cast-iron bells. She climbed over Li, her lips still wrapped tight around the end of the pole whose growing length rested hot and dripping on Li’s stomach, heavy like a lazy giant snake and swelling slowly. Her head was almost at one height with Li’s now. The lips slipped into the rim below the glans.
Let’s lick it together and make it blow, my golden dove.
The statue’s head bent lower and rubbed the wet tube of flesh over Li’s aroused nipples.
Here comes the tip now. Oh yes, it’s a big one all right!
Li felt resistance to her pulling. The statue’s cheeks bulged, and her lips were still locked in the rim.
Come one! Pull! Out with it!
"No," she moaned, "not yet," and pushed the horned head back down.
What are you doing?! Too big! Too long! yelped the voice in her head. Li didn’t care. Her hands pushed down, in short, ecstatic thrusts, and she felt her dick’s head reluctantly squish back into the statue’s throat.
Garrgg—hmmmgnnmph! Shhhgluurgh! complained the iron demoness, and then she grudgingly adjusted her body. Her jaw unhinged like a snake’s and moved forward. Her throat swelled, creating more room.
The swollen glans squeezed past whatever tight obstruction there had been inside. The whole length slipped back in between the statue’s slurping, black lips as she frantically munched to keep up. A ribbed, long sheath reclaimed the full length of the enormous trunk that Li’s loins had grown. For long, raptured minutes, she was entirely content with pumping the statue’s head up and down between her legs, pulling out and pushing in by a few inches while the full length was caught up in the flexing and contracting gullet. Thing. Whatever.
The things I do for a little defloration, groaned the goddess’ voice in her head, and then she muttered, I hope you are having fun.
Li had. Not ten minutes ago, she knew nothing about how good erection felt, and now she was about to experience the delights of a hundredfold, inhuman, gigantic ejaculation first-hand. Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes. Pressure and hot juice welled up in her crotch. Her labia-for-balls contracted, getting ready to burst and gush their load.
No! said the voice. Not for me. Not in me. It’s my gift to you, my butterfly. Pull out now!
This time, the ivory-skinned woman obeyed. The long, lustful trail began again, and again it ended with both of them head-to-head. The slightly miffed ancient goddess wouldn’t take any more delay from her plaything and took the helm. Her tongue slipped from the corner of her mouth and circled her lips. Inside her mouth, the rough muscle rubbed over the swelling glans until it pressed against the thin band of skin at its underside. The sensation shot along her willing victim’s nerves, and Li finally lost it. The cantaloupe-sized balls pulsated. Hot juice washed along inside the throbbing trunk which was squeezed in between Li and the black body on top of her. The long tube bulged and tautened with the rising tide of hot, white semen.
With a shblurb, the swollen head popped out of the statue’s mouth. She grabbed it around the onset of the shaft, right in the rim of the glans, turned it around and pushed. Li went mmmmglmph, and the soft, well-lubed tip with the coin-sized, distending hole in it disappeared between her lips. Her eyes grew wide when the head swelled again and locked her lips around it as the first, long gush washed into her mouth.
Drink up, it’s all yours, sang the creature and milked the long, throbbing pole with her free hand. You can have it all, I don’t mind.
Li’s own cum filled her mouth in long, thick spurts. She wanted to push the throbbing tip out with her tongue, but the creature moved quickly, held her lips like a round seal with one hand and the glans in place with her other.
Heh!, chuckled the woman. You look like a little yellow hamster with your cheeks bulging like that.
Just when Li though her cheeks would burst, the black goddess pulled the plug out. Her tongue stretched thin and long like a snake’s, added a few inches to wrap around the groove behind the head and pulled the shrinking glans into her own mouth. She licked and sucked dry the deflating rod. Thick white cream, sweet like honeyed milk, spilled and squeezed from the wrinkles of Li’s pursed lips.
Just swallow it all, honey dearest, it’s good for you, chuckled the statue and put her hand over Li’s mouth. The woman downed the load in big gulps, if only to be able to breathe again.
As soon as it reached her stomach, hot, burning horniness filled her up once more. She grabbed her re-hardening rod and panted. The statue took note with a satisfied smile.
Good. Good! Your blonde’s already waiting. She’s dripping for you. Don’t let her wait any longer. The statue climbed down from Li and smiled. She didn’t seem any taller than maybe seven feet now as she pointed over her shoulder.
Chapter 20: Breeding Training
Mirca stood there, mouth agape. She managed to stammer, "Uh, Miss Statue Goddess Thing, this is normal?"
The horned statue smiled and patted Mirca’s cheek as she strutted past the girl.
Darling, I’m a guardian to an ancient temple of lust. I’ve seen it all many times before. Don’t ask me about normal. Better ask me about fun. And this is sheer fun.
Her fingers slid down Mirca’s neck and traced the fold under the pumpkin-sized, taut spheres dangling unmilked from Mirca’s chest. She playfully hefted one and pursed her lips in appreciation as she passed.
Besides — you? Asking about normal?
She winked and chuckled. Then she pointed at the sun.
Remember, my gift only lasts until sunset.
"Uh, and then?"
She cocked her head and shrugged.
Then this little safe haven from the world will fade again and nothing but dreams will remain, my darling. Nothing but strange dreams for you and another century of cold sleep for me. The way it has always been. Until, maybe, someday the glory of my temple will return.
She walked back to her pedestal, slanted her hourglass shape against it and put her right elbow down. Her other hand described a long arch, and a wide smile curved her lips as she said, Well? Are you two just going to stand around, or are you going to have fun now? Don’t mind me.
"Er, Miss Goddess Statue Thing, …"
No reply. The creature only raised an eyebrow and nodded towards Li.
"Uh, so, and what are we to do now?"
The metallic face smirked. Oh, you’ll think of something, chuckled the disembodied voice of the statue as she shrugged nonchalantly. She stepped gracefully behind the marble cube, leant forward until her breasts flattened slightly on the flat surface and then put both her elbows on the pedestal before she rested her head on her hands. I guess Li has an idea or two already, the way she’s mesmerized by your rear. Maybe you better ask her—?
Mirca turned around and lowered her head. The unlikely couple stared at Li’s turgid rod and her refilling, slowly pulsating balls. Then they glanced at the sinking sun. The shadows had grown long already.
"So —"
"Uh, well —"
A shudder ran over the petite woman’s body. "Quick! You kneel down all fours! Me big bull now. Mount you like heifer. Teach you! Ride you! Fill you!"
"But—not that I don’t like it, it’s just—"
Li slapped Mirca’s butt.
"You say you no cow? I say you udders of milk! So you cow! Bend! About-face!"
"Uh—I’m all drippy again. Y’know, down there." Mirca’s legs trembled, and that unfamiliar, itching heat returned. "It — it started when I saw you with, uh, her. Is that okay?"
Li had grabbed her borrowed manhood and kept licking the tip. The red, shiny glans was the size of her fist, and it was smooth and squishy in her hands. Mirca suddenly became curious — her arm felt really good inside me, maybe that thing will feel good, too? — and knelt down, turning her ass towards the other woman. She reached and grabbed a birch trunk in front of her, leaning against it to balance her full, dangling breasts. The nipples barely cleared the forest floor.
"Mmm—hmmm. Is good," mumbled Li, eyeing the glistening slit between Mirca’s legs. The thick labia begged for a good stretching.
She pushed her cone-shaped glans against it. Mirca yelped. "It doesn’t fit! It’s too big!"
"You wait! Will fit!" Li wrung at the head, and with her lithe fingers she squeezed and guided the pliable flesh through the narrow passage. Mirca exhaled in surprise. The folds of the contracted, narrow rosette of her vagina slowly widened, oozing copious lube and clinging to the hot cone of Li’s borrowed masculinity.
"Unnngh! I’m — now I’m getting all wide again! Yes! Mmmnngh—!"
She shuddered as the rear edge of the glans slipped through and her circular gate contracted around the groove, holding the hot pole in place for a few moments. Her muscles pulsed and kneaded on the plump tip.
"Mmmoooaahh! It’s — squishy! It’s — swelling harder!"
Mirca hesitated and chuckled. "Jean was right! The breedy bit won’t dangle if — Uuuungh! — if we do it —" Her eyes closed halfway, and she moaned with limp lips, "Yes! We’re doing it right! Hnnngh! Feels — great! More!"
The blonde’s hips bucked. Inside her, the head distended further with Li’s rising excitement. The smaller woman pushed harder. The rod’s veined surface was a relief map to the burning nerves in Mirca’s sensitive cave as it slipped by, dragging its pattern along the dripping, flexing walls of the blonde’s canal, reaming her wide with its growing bulk. The tip finally flattened against the upper end of her cavern. Reflexively, all of the hollow muscle grabbed it and held it in place.
"What doing?!" squealed Li, trapped in the boiling tube’s iron grip.
"Unh! Oh yes! Yes! Good! So—ooooh!—Good—whoah! I’m full! Stop pushing! I’m full!" Mirca moaned.
Her diminutive mistress growled, "You not! Cow never complain about bull dick! Cow take all!" Li grabbed her by the hips and pushed harder. The pole slipped in by about another half inch.
"I’m bursting! Liiiiiii! Oh goooods!"
Something inside Mirca relaxed and stretched, hungry for more of the warm flesh.
The next few inches disappeared inside the blonde’s womb, and then her vagina was filled to the hilt. There still was a hand’s width of Li’s monster cock waiting outside her gate, but it was too stiff and wouldn’t curve through the slightly off-center cervix. Li glanced down on the wide rear and the taut seal around her clit-turned-dick. She longed to press up against the bubbly ass, to squeeze against Mirca’s back and hump the air out of her. Only the hard, throbbing pole that gave her those magnificent feelings now wouldn’t let her because it was too big. Never before had anything on her been too big. That was unfair.
You’re right. A little readjustment might be in order, whispered the statue’s voice in her head. She knelt down by Mirca’s waist and leaned her elbows on the giantess’ lower back. Her hands grabbed the buttocks. The black fingers crept closer to the stretched opening.
Let’s move things into place, shall we? she breathed, her eyes firmly fixed on Li’s. Her fingers melted into thick, black wax that dripped over Mirca’s bright skin before it defied gravity and crawled sideways to the tight rim. Part of the glistening blackness forced its way in, oozing slowly around Li’s dick, and what streaks had remained outside absorbed themselves into the taut bulges of Mirca’s muscled cheeks. The statue smacked her lips. A shudder ran through the body under her. In Li’s clutch, the hip of the kneeling giantess stretched wider, making room for the squelching labia.
"Liiii! Oaaah! I’m swelling inside now! Oh, that’s so good!" Mirca groaned as her womb adapted and bloated a little outward. The puckered rosette of her cervix widened and shifted into place. Like a hungry mouth, like it had done with Li’s hand before, it pouted, stretched and devoured the glans and then some. Li almost fell upon the blonde’s back when the rest of her rod disappeared with a slurp. Her curls made contact with Mirca’s. She pulled out against the greedy suction and then ran the whole length back into her cow.
There, that’s more like it, eh?
The black goddess rose to her feet and slowly circled them.
"Waooaah! Ouch!" The blonde panted, "I need to get up off my knees! Can’t move like that! That’s really uncomfortable with the roots and stones!"
"No!" gasped Li, pumping away at her. "You stay down!"
"Aw! No way!" The blonde began to stagger up between the heavy thrusts, while still leaning forward against the tree. "Wait—"
"Mircaaaaa!" Li shrieked, buried to the hilt in the cavern as it clenched and held her in place. Moments later, her feet lost touch of the ground, and she stemmed the weight of her body on her hands that clutched Mirca’s rising hips.
The blonde moaned, "Mmmhh! See! Much — better! Now I can move!" She grabbed harder at the tree in front of her and bounced her whole body back and forth, taking over the rhythm. Li’s dick pumped in and out of Mirca’s dripping, steaming hole. Now the roles were reversed; the hot, hard piston was driving back and forth the flailing counterweight pendulum of the little woman’s body desperately clinging on to Mirca’s back.
"Oaaaaaah! Yes! Yesyesyes! Mmmmore!" Their throaty hollers mingled.
Wow! You lucky girl! You’ll need a lot of juice to satisfy her. She’s really going for the big prize now.
Li held on to Mirca’s ass for dear life, sweating from every pore. The blonde’s hungry, flexing tube milked at her. And then the statue’s finger slipped in between her swollen, dangling ball-labia again and found her almost-forgotten gate. More heat gushed into her.
Let’s not disappoint our cute ex-virgin. Fill her up to the hilt, for the both of us.
Li grunted. Her labia bloated anew. Fast. Within moments, they had grown from egg-sized to oblong apples in long, dangling skin bags, slamming like bolas against her ass with every swing coming from of Mirca’s hips. The next thrust already saw melons, suspended in finger-thick, throbbing veins, and now they finally matched the proportion of the log of meat she drove again and again into her mount. They struck into the hollow of her knees with each pounding and forced her deeper than before into the cave. Droplets of Mirca’s secretions flew around. The blonde noticed the new, intense weight and adjusted. Her thrusts came faster and rougher, milking the sensations of pushing against Li’s swinging weight for all she could. The tree creaked and groaned in her grip. Heat flushed over her face, down her chest—
"Gimmmieeee!" Mirca wailed. All her insides sucked and strangled Li’s rod, her vagina’s muscled walls fluttered and milked all over the throbbing pole.
Ah. Here we go now. Now you’re both ready.
Li roared. She truly felt like a bull now. She couldn’t even put her legs together any more for the sheer volume of her dick and balls, and those sloshing man-juice glands that just passed pumpkin size pulled painfully at her crotch. Stuck somewhere in between those huge sperm factories was the statue’s arm and hand and finger, and now it let loose all hell on her body. The load of Li’s giant balls emptied into the pulsating, greedy net of veins around them; and not just their secretions came forward. The whole of their volume collapsed into a geyser of boiling liquid and washed out through her swollen hose within moments. Her body shook and trembled with the gush through her tubes. She clung to her mount and pressed as far into her as she could, hooking her feet over Mirca’s thighs as the force from the blowout threatened to eject her from her mount’s slick cave.
"Oh gaaawdssss YESSSS!" howled the blonde. Li clung in cramped-up, blank-eyed silence to the giantess’ hips, losing herself to the sensations of the river that boiled through her transformed clitoris, to the shrinking as she spent her loaned body into the demanding hole.
The stream shot into Mirca’s hungry womb. Her skin groaned and squeaked. Her belly billowed out under the pulses of thick, hot insemination. The tumescent orb quickly grew into a ball two feet across and forced her spine up into a backward arch. All the while her belly’s silky-smooth skin transformed into a rubbery, glossy wrapper, a bloated bladder with almost transparent, porcelain-like skin, crisscrossed with blueish veins. It made contact with the mossy ground, and still it kept on bloating, swelling out left and right as it shouldered more of Mirca’s weight like a huge pillow.
She exhaled, and her moan turned into a long-drawn bovine moo. Heat shot into her breasts. After a couple of warm-up throbs fired through her whole body, she lost any shred of restraint and gave herself up to the delight of swelling. Her melons bulged forward and downward. They hit the mossy ground with a heavy thump and sent jets of milk spewing out of the nipples, and they didn’t stop or hesitate at the already humungous shape of two yard-long pumpkins dangling from the blonde’s ribs.
The milk mounds billowed out, doubling in size with each of Mirca’s racing heartbeats. Their pale skin fluttered and trembled as they ballooned on. Moments later, their height reached from the ground up to the girl’s head, and they kept on growing to ten feet long and wide before the veined wrapper of her skin slowed in its expansion. Their filling multiplied on until the flattened, melon-shaped appendages shaped up into taut and almost perfectly spherical balls. Groaning and creaking like leather, her bloating boobs shuddered to a stop.
Her nipples stretched as milk gushed into them and filled them up into foot-long trunks, swaying and bobbing in place. Mirca’s deep sigh marked the final halt of her growth. The birch she still clung to suddenly looked like a very thin, very lucky dick getting the tit job of a lifetime. Mirca held on to it, panting, mooing, caught in the delirious delight of her oversized, tickling, tingling skin filled with ever-firing nerves she never knew she had. Li clutched her ass as if the little eastern woman intended to force the rest of her body through Mirca’s stretched pussy straight into the vast expanse of boobs and belly in front of her.
Even the green light in the statue’s empty eyes flickered in surprise. The whole growth had merely taken seconds.
What the — whoa. That’s something even I have not seen before. Mmmmh. Worth exploring, I’d say.
The statue licked her lips and then cast a disappointed glance at the setting sun.
Too bad our playtime’s almost up.
She pulled her finger out of Li’s crotch. The skin inside her funnel and the labia were red and hot, but down to their normal size again. And the shrinking now proceeded along her herculean organ. It curled out of Mirca’s sopping, contracting snatch, and Li slid off Mirca’s back and collapsed, her mouth grinning widely and her body shuddering all over every now and then. With the last spurts of white semen collecting on her own, flat belly, her appendage shrunk back into the folds of her vulva, it’s shape unfurling into a slightly-larger-than-usual clit and tanned, curly labia.
Mirca had fallen to her knees again, leaning one shoulder against the birch, clutching and rubbing her distended belly that bulged out taut and round as far as her knees and propped her up, its protruding navel digging into the ground. She looked very much like a broody hen on an ostrich egg.
"Oaaah! That’s so good! I’m all full! I’m like a big udder! A drumskin! More!" she moaned.
The statue smirked. I hear you, girl. But now that’s got to go again. Can’t have you wobbling around in the real world. Not yet.
She pressed up against the kneeling blonde and wrapped her arms around the round, quivering ball of the womb. As her fingers interlocked, her arms melted and changed shape into a thin layer of resilient tissue that quickly engulfed the whole of Mirca’s bulging lower body like black color running down the bronze skin.
Nnnngh! she groaned and squeezed with her arms’ wrapper shrinking around the taut belly.
"Hwaaaa—! Awww—don’t wanna—," complained the blonde. Her womb held out for a few seconds, then all the puckered muscle valves inside her opened up and the sticky white juice that filled her belly gushed from her pussy. She grunted and moaned. The statue turned her head and—
Oh, sorry. My bad. I forgot you were still lying behind her.
Glazed with the unexpected re-blast of her own cum, Li laid on her back and licked her dripping fingers.
"Mmmmh. Is fine. If ever be reborn into man, I want me to taste like that." She smiled.
Be my guest. Now come over to the front and let me wash it off with all that milk. We don’t have much time left, and both of you are a mess!
She stepped in front of the orbs and ran her hands over the cabbage-textured nipples.
Amazing. Amazing! Unlike anything that I’ve ever seen happen before. That’s not your maximum size, I can feel it. If only I had more time—
"Uh," groaned Mirca, "Miss Goddess Sta—"
«Faunia» will do for now, girl.
Squeezing the nipple gently, her eyes followed the white dribble. Her tongue whipped out, sampled a few drops and disappeared behind her lips again.
Mmmmh. Oh my, you’re full to the brim with this deliciousness, aren’t you? Well, that’ll have to go, too. She sighed. What a waste. Oh, what a sorry waste now! If only we had more time, I’d gladly milk you day and night, slowly, gently emptying you drop by drop. She sighed and spread her arms, stroking the taut, barely yielding skin with her splayed fingers. Her body tilted into the white wall, and she wedged herself into Mirca’s cleavage, leaving part of her blackness on her way like smeared-on paint.
"Eh, Go—Faunia, Yrba always — Yrba’s my friend, you know, uh — she does some fidgeting and flailing and then something invisible wraps around me and squeezes me small again."
Sounds like an interesting woman to me. She might have a hint or two to share for you. Listen well whenever she teaches.
The statue’s huge body melted onto the straining skin and spread over the humongous boobs until they were coated in glistening blackness.
"You can do that smaller-making, too?"
A ripple ran over the black coating, and it contracted all around the blonde’s mammoth breasts.
I guess—hnnngh!— my way will feel a bit different. But there is something in your mind that I can tap into. Ah, now it — Li! Stand in front of the nipples now if you want the sticky stuff washed off! Hurry! My, what a torrent!
"Ouch," groaned Mirca, rubbing her eyes and wiping sticky leaves from her cheeks. She struggled from lying face-down on her stomach to up on her elbows. "I’m awake! I’m awake! Stop hitting me!"
"You go off me, you big lummox!" coughed Li, pinned to the forest floor under Mirca’s waist. She drummed with her little fists against the blonde’s ribs. "Off—off—off! Squashing me you are! Eyuck! Me squishy and soggy everywhere!"
Mirca struggled to her hands and knees and lifted her weight off the boyish woman. "Uh, sorry. Must’ve rolled over in my sleep." She paused and looked around. There was the altar, the statue in the alcove, and their clothes, strewn all around. The air seemed to have chilled considerably. The last of the sun’s disk disappeared over the horizon. She shuddered. "Brrr. Hey, look. My tits are all empty and normal by themselves. That’s a first. Where did it go?"
Li angrily pointed at herself. "Hello?! See me drip?! You tits like sponge! Roll over and drown me almost! No thank you! And we late already! Lazy cow girl! Next time no sleep!"
"Oh, speaking of sleep, I just had the weirdest dream! I—"
"Nonono! Mirca shut up, dress and hurry! We come late, Yrba very angry! No want angry witch!"
"Yeah, I just—see, there was the statue, she—"
"Shush! No talk, hurry!"
"Aww, but—"
"Ssssst!"
A week passed.
Yrba leaned against the wall by the brothel’s back door and faced the warm sunshine with closed eyes. When footsteps neared, she turned her head and saw Li as she turned the corner, trailing Mirca. Her clothes were soiled with earth, spots of green and needles and leaves again. Mirca, in a similar state of disarray and with her arms full of firewood, had already gone into the hut at the far end of the brothel’s little garden with the view-tight hedge. Wood clattered as she piled up the winter supplies. The witch smiled down on the small woman.
"So, how’s your, uh, education of Mirca coming along?"
Li’s face flushed ever so slightly. "Not know what —"
Yrba nudged her. "Oh please! Your knees are still trembling. Been riding on biiig tongue again, huh?"
"Li not —"
"Don’t worry. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay with me."
The ivory-skinned woman sighed. "No, Li be talking. Li trust boob witch."
"Li, just speak normally. You know my name. And I know you’re still struggling with the language, but you’re cleverer than that stupid me-do-thing talk. And you’re not just frolicking with her. Scratches, bruises, that little limp you got. What are you two up to?"
Li rolled her eyes. "All right, I be trying, bo—Yrba. Yes, I teaching her — ways. Ways of fight. Of defend. Mirca doing very well. When moving her body, she do learning quick. When need thinking, not doing so good. Golden hair girl having quick brain in muscles, not head. Is gift of sort, but crappy gift. But can make exullan — exillun —"
"Excellent," Yrba sighed reflexively.
"— exillent fighter out of girl."
"I’m relieved to hear that, Li. She needs to be able to stand her ground. Just one more question: why do you do this? You’ve spent days on this already, and never ever brought up anything about any payment. Sure, she’s got a rewarding way with that tongue of hers, but — I mean, you are working in a brothel."
"I not want payment. Be happy helping big girl. I loving big girl."
"Heh, yeah. You and all the others, too. Even Berry, ever since that pudding party. Must’ve been something in the milk, eh?"
Suddenly, Yrba’s smiling face froze and, after a few moments, turned dead serious. Heavens, that might actually be — oh shit. Oh shit! Magic’s got nothing on me, but the others … I didn’t check. I didn’t use my sight until Mirca started to blow up.
Her eyes bored into Li’s dark brown ones. "Li, what kind of milk did you use that day?"
Li slowly backed away and raised her hands. She rapped nervously, "Uh—Li not doing wrong! Was very fresh stuff! Two buckets to spare, not going to throw away —"
"That was no cow’s milk, right?"
"Was from biiig udders! All fresh! Was best kind there is!"
"I’ll bet it was," frowned Yrba and pinched the root of her nose as she raised her eyebrows. First you all said you couldn’t stomach another drop, and then all of a sudden y’all went crazy for it in the bath and filled yourselves until you almost burst. If that’s true, if anyone that has been drinking from her — you all have been at her day after day since … I need a second opinion. I need another mage to check what’s going on with Mirca.
Li leant towards her and watched her thoughtfully. "Be having fear idea?"
Yrba jolted as Li put her hand on the witch’s arm. "Huh? Oh, no, no, it’s probably all right. I just realized something. Nothing to worry about." At least I hope so. Great, just great. Where can I go if I need help? That’s what others come to me for. It’s not like there’s a lot of real mages around, and I’m still wanted for miles.
"I just say because Yrba not looking so good now. Pale. Nervous. Tense. Yrba want me to help relax?" Li’s fingers played over Yrba’s upper arm. "I being curious. Dark skinned woman being same kind of inside pink as white skinned?"
Yrba patted on the smaller woman’s hand and smiled wearily down on her.
"Maybe some other day, Li. I’m not in the mood right now. A little too uptight below, y’know?"
"Li know how fix…"
Chapter 21: Birds Of A Feather
"Hey Mirca, you’ve ever tried a feather?"
The blonde looked up from the rag and brush she scrubbed the floor with, and turned her head to look over her shoulder. Sylvia leaned in her room’s doorway and stared at her, mesmerized by the huge, round rear that Mirca pushed out and wiggled about so prominently while she cowered on hands and knees and scrubbed.
Mirca frowned up to her and lifted the rag. "A feather instead of this? For the floor? I know about those cute little dusters for vases, they got feathers, but—"
"Not the floor, silly! Here, let me show you—uh, where is that damn thing—" Sylvia fished frantically for something in her garment’s neckline while she bent down and folded back the skirt over Mirca’s rear. The blonde shuddered, but didn’t move. Her fleshy pussy lips squeezed out between her thighs. Sylvia leant on the taut buttocks, her one hand cupping Mirca’s sizable cheek.
Her other returned from the uncharted valley between her round breasts. "—there we have it! Now let’s take a closer whiff at that nice big crotch you have, girl."
Mirca grimaced and griped, "Uh, you’re not going to tell me to bathe again, are you? I mean, it’s nice, but we’ve done it each day, and twice yesterday. My skin will get all wrinkl—yiiiii!"
Something light and, well, feathery touched her labia. She jerked and giggled.
"Tehehe! Oooooh, yes, that’s funny! Do that agai—yiiiii! Mmmh!"
She started to moan. Her chest moved up and down with every deep breath as she rasped:
"Yes, there—uh, sorry, I get all drippy if you do it along the crack. And up there at the kno—ooh! Hwoah! Oh, it tickles like mad now! It’s so nice that we can talk about all that so openly. I’d never have dared to tell anyone, back in the castle."
Sylvia ran the feather back through the narrow ravine and raised her eyebrows when it emerged pulling a long filament of viscous juice along.
"My, you’re a soaker! Haven’t seen anyone before who would get so moist so quickly!"
"Is—is that good or bad?"
The stocky girl smiled. "I guess we’ll have to go to my room to find out."
She lifted her weight off the blonde’s hip and straightened up. Mirca struggled to her feet with the brush and rag still in hands and wiped the sweat from her brow with her lower arm while she looked down on Sylvia.
"My, all of you girls, you’re paying a ton of atti—enti—uh, no, att—enti—ton to me. Why? Do I really deserve that?"
Sylvia’s smile broadened. "Maybe you’re someone special." She ran her fingers over the loose cloth wrapped around the blonde’s shoulders and lifted one of Mirca’s breasts with both hands. "I mean, most women don’t refill and change shape like you do, dear. My, how heavy are they today? Do you need another milking? I’d help you in a heartbeat."
"I don’t know." Mirca brushed the veils around her chest aside and hefted her assets by the nipples. She shook the stretched teats and watched the quiver and bobbing of her breasts die down. "No, they’re still soft enough. They’re just a bit more stretchy than usual today. Not so horn-like, more like round dumplings. What would you call that shape? Here, try again now and tell me." She pushed her chest forward and dropped the warm load back into Syliva’s trembling hands before she put her own palms under them and guided the woman’s fingers. "See? All soft and squishy-like. Berry and Li did weigh them yesterday, too, or something, when I got milk-round again. They drank quite a lot, and they were moaning and giggling so loud, I didn’t get all that they talked about. Oh, they really like to teach me this new kind of sexing and stuff, and I’m learning so much about it each day. Why, just yesterday, Jean said she knew nobody else who could make her faint just by licking her all the way up her insides." She noticed the reddening of Sylvia’s face, and had nothing but honest concern in her voice when she said, "Uh, my breasts are not too heavy for you, are they? You’re panting."
"You’re right," gulped the raven-haired girl. She began rubbing her brawny thighs against each other under her skirt. "I think I need a little help. Big. Mmmmh. Big help. I mean. Uh. Fast! Charlene!"
"Okay, Mirca. You and us, we’ll play a little game."
Sylvia smirked down on her while she stepped out of her curled-up skirt, picked it up, folded her clothes and piled them away. Mirca’s hulking body rested on its back on the floor in Sylvia’s room, arms and legs spread-eagled.
Sylvia put her hands to her sturdy hips. "These are the rules: I’ll work your breasts, and Charley will tickle you with the feather. If you move or make a noise, you lose. So let’s see how long you can hold out without saying a word, giggling, squirming or moaning."
"What a weird game, it’s more like you —"
She fell silent, then a slow grin spread over her face. She pointed up at the two wenches.
"Oooh, I know, I know now! It’s kinda like in the tub, only without the water! You’re horny! And this is one of those playful sex things, right? Wow, I think I’m getting the hang of noticing it. Well, I guess I owe you for hiding me. All right, it’s on! Hah!" A sparkle shone in the huge blonde’s eyes. "Tickling and stroking? You’ve got no idea what I had to go through at the palace. Never thought it’d be good for anything, but now this here is going to be child’s play. Do your worst, girls. My lips are sealed! Let’s see who’s about to get an ey-duh-cayshin’ in stah-mee-nah!"
Charlene finished slathering oil on her front and lowered herself sixty-nine on Mirca’s warm, strong body. She slid herself into position and grinned.
"Your lips are sealed? Those I can see from here are wide o—ooh! Oooooh! Oh goooods!" Her head twitched sideways, like caught in a spasm, and her wide eyes gazed into a far-off distance. A thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her gaping mouth.
"Mirca!" chided Sylvia. "You’re supposed to lay still for as long as you can!"
"Fommy! Fee maff —"
Slurp.
"—She was all in my face, and I thought, you know, when you do that, you want me to — hold it, there’s another drop. My, once she starts, I can lick all I want, she just doesn’t stop dripping. Just like the rest of you."
Her strong fingers grabbed Charlene’s buttocks and pulled them apart. The labia gaped open. More juice seeped from the dark depths of the pink canal and wetted the bronze-skinned girl’s black curls. She moaned delightedly in the deft grip that laid bare her deepest depths.
"See? See?!" Mirca complained, easily lifting Charlene’s hip to show it to Sylvia. The raven-hair girl stared in dumbfounded rapture. Of course Red’s women shared their little tricks and secrets, and often enough did they demonstrate quite aptly to each other where and how to put a tongue or a finger — or several — to good use. Sylvia gulped audibly. Charlene never before looked so wide, and so filled up to the hilt with the sticky secretions of her lust. The gate into her womb contracted in nervous pulses like a munching, pouting mouth, each time squeezing out a spoonful of lubricating ooze.
"It’s not my fault," continued Mirca. "I really do try and hurry up, but she just doesn’t stop getting wet again and again. Oh well, gimme another second, she’ll have to dry up eventually, right? I’ll just — uh, I once drank from Yrba like this — I just need to —"
She changed her grip and closed her paws around Charlene’s narrow waist, lifting the girl’s hip to her lips like a goblet. Sylvia stared in awe as Mirca’s tongue dove back into the moist depths, spreading the narrow canal around its muscular fullness. Mirca cocked her head and put her lips over the whole crotch. Her cheeks fell in as she merrily sucked away.
Shluuurgh. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Oooaaahh! Sy—Sylvia, I — hrrnnngh! — I say let it slide this –– ooaaahh! — once." Charlene moaned, clutching Mirca’s head between her thighs, while her oiled body was pushed up and down by Mirca’s deft grip on her waist. "Where does it — can’t be — now she’s up my — oh yes! Oh YES! Oh goooOOOO—" Her voice descended into mindless panting, and her hands cramped around Mirca’s thighs as she closed her eyes and lost herself into the blonde’s maw.
Sylvia sighed, with a hint of envy in her voice. "Okay, just this once. And Charlene — you’ve lost the first two rounds!" She slapped the girl’s quivering buttocks. Charlene uttered a protesting yelp, and even that short sound was drenched with the afterglow of highest pleasures.
Mirca’s tongue left her with a wet squelch. Charlene sagged down on the blonde’s glowing body. She jerked one more time as Mirca cupped her crotch in her palm and started to rub her.
"What are you doing now?"
"Uh, just rubbing away the wet—"
"Stop it—!" Charlene moaned, "You keep on doing this, I’ll never stop getting wet again!"
"Oh, sorry then," shrugged Mirca. The brunette resting in 69 on her felt the movement of the blonde’s shoulders in a shudder all over her.
You’re so strong. Gods, you’re such an animal. Oh, I never want to climb down from you ever again.
"Huh, Mirca? How’s it now? Not so bigmouthed after all, eh?" Sylvia’s fingers tickled around the swollen, erect nipples on the blonde’s huge breasts before she bowed down and started to nibble the rough strawberries. The soft mounds hung out, squeezed sideways by Charlene’s narrow waist. Sweat ran down Mirca’s temples. Right before her mouth bucked the dripping morass of the pointy-breasted girl, soft, squishy and oh so alluring to her tongue. Yet the blonde remained mute and motionless, her hands clenched into fists. Only the quiver of her arms and legs revealed her inner tension.
That’s hard! Oh heavens, how can laying still be that hard! Charlene’s dripping! And when they drip, they all want me to — but I mustn’t! And the tickle — I can hardly — I’m bursting! I need to do something — no! Not a word! Not a twitch!
"Look here, I think our big girl’s going to blow soon!" Charlene giggled and drew a long, sagging filament of thick slime from Mirca’s crotch. She ran the soaked feather over the swollen, throbbing clit again in a seesaw pattern. "She sure can take a lot, but she can’t take it forever, huh?" Charley slid further up, running her bush over Mirca’s face.
"Now you want to dive right into me again, don’t you? You’re itching all over, that tickle in your body, the hunger, the thirst, oh, how you want to eat up my little honeypot, eh? You want to empty it with that tongue, licking round and round, stretching into me up to the hilt, huh? But you can’t because then you’d lose." She shuddered as her breasts’ hard nipples slipped from bump to bump over Mirca’s abs.
"Shut up! I’m about to cum just from listening to you!" moaned Sylvia, kneading the left breast and sliding her hands round and round on the melon-sized orb. "Right, time to end this! Mirca, you’ll not be able to ignore this!" She pouted her trembling lips and bent down on the nipple. And as her eyes closed, she opened her lips and sucked the strawberry deep into her mouth, nibbling at the flesh, drawing on the aroused bump with all her force. Sylvia curved her fingers into claws, and her long fingernails scraped just the faintest bit round and round over Mirca’s breasts, the motion being half-tickle, half-scratch and all-titillating.
She’s right! I can’t — the tickle! It’s spreading all over my skin now! I’m burning up! Too much — need to scratch — need to do — something —
"You win!" she howled. Mirca grabbed Sylvia’s head with one hand and forced it down on her breast. A gush of milk burst from her nipple and filled the smaller girl’s cheeks to their limit.
Her other hand slapped down on Charlene’s buttocks. Mirca’s splayed fingers, two on each of Charlene’s cheeks, the middle one straight down the crack, forced the girl’s muff right on top of her lips, and she shot her tongue all the way up the dripping snatch. Charlene’s eyes almost popped from her skull, both by surprise and the sudden feeling of enchanting fullness. The first of a chain of building orgasms hit her right then and there. Her body convulsed, again and again. The dripping depths of her crammed vagina oozed slick lubricant that only fueled Mirca’s excitement. The tongue slapped and wriggled relentlessly, beating the mucous juice into white foam that squeezed out through the narrow gap between Charlene’s stretched labia and the tentacle that roamed the abyss of her womb.
The strange taste of Charlene’s whipped cream didn’t help a thing against the other fullness building inside of Mirca. If it did anything at all, it only served to make the huge woman’s urge rise faster with each passing moment.
Too much! Too much pressure! Can’t hold — must let out — need — release!
Mirca let go of whatever there was inside her to let go of. She lost herself in the ecstasy of her expanding breasts, in the rising pressure that stretched her boobs’ skin from within. She gave herself up to her billowing orbs filling the room, to the mounting warmth as not only her breasts’ flesh ballooned out but a rush of manifesting milk filled them up as well.
Something grew all around Charlene. In her orgasm’s haze, she just flailed helplessy as she sank into a swelling rift, wedging in deeper until her arms and her whole body were engulfed from the left and right and top and bottom and front and back by soft, hot walls that held her firmly in place, impaled on a tongue that still sucked any clear thought out of her mind.
Sylvia barely managed to free her lips from the lemon of nubby skin that spewed sweet milk on and on. Mirca’s hand was pulled from the back of the girl’s head as the breast she desperately clung to catapulted her up on its swelling, rumbling mass. She coughed and spat, but the jets aimed at her face grew stronger and stronger. Moments later, her back brushed against the ceiling, and she was caught between the wood and plaster and the rumbling, distending skin while the nipple, bloated to cantaloupe size, relentlessy drenched her face as it grew bigger still.
The floor groaned under the insane weight. In the kitchen below, Yrba and Red lowered their knives and put down the vegetables they just moments before had made raunchy comments about. Their eyes turned to the ceiling. Dust began to curl down from the widening gaps between the beams.
"Shit—!" Yrba was halfway to the door before she even finished the single syllable, and by the time Red was at the door, the witch already darted around the stairway’s turn. She reached for the doorknob, and it was ripped from her hand as the door spun open and a white, soft wall of flesh with a barely visible cleft in the middle burgeoned out of the doorframe.
"Hold on, I’m on it!" Yrba hollered. Her fingers frantically scribbled conjuring sigils into the air. Never a good idea to do it in a hurry, she snarled in her mind as stray discharges bit painfully into her fingertips. Flaring arcs and whips of lightning scraped over her arms.
"Hurry! Help me! Can’t breathe! Her boobs — squeezing me — to death!" wailed Charlene, her voice severely muffled, from somewhere inside the cleavage. Sylvia produced just a half-drowned gargle while she fought the onslaught of milk which the nipple in her face spewed so copiously. She was helplessly pinned to the ceiling by the bloated orbs that filled the room and bulged out the door.
Yrba threw her arms at the pulsating wall.
"Discarricare! Galactorrhea gigans!"
The floor shook under the throbbing breasts, but then, just for a single heartbeat’s length, there was a moment of utmost silence before a torrent of milk spewed out between the receding skin and the door frame. In the blink of an eye, the floor turned into a riverbed filled with slippery, whirling white foam. Two flailing legs slipped slowly from the man-sized cleavage. Wrinkles formed in the white wall as Charlene’s round buttocks were forced through the tight seal, then came another delay as the jammed masses of Mirca’s milk-flesh closed again around the tanned girl’s narrow waist. Another rumble, more milk poured from the gap, and then Charlene was squeezed out of the widening gap between Mirca’s breasts and stumbled right into the witch, who lost her footing. Clinging to each other, they tumbled down over the waterfall that the stairs had turned into. At the foot of the staircase, the growing avalanche picked up Red and the three others as they stared breathlessly at the approaching tide. Entangled in each others limbs, they tumbled into the garden amidst the white flood.
Yrba wiped the milk from her face and sighed, struggling to her feet with Mirca’s help. The blonde’s now empty, shrunken and flabby breasts still hung to her ankles like soaked clothes. Yrba straightened until searing pain raced down her spin. Sucking in air with a whistling noise, she stooped again with her hands on her knees. The witch’s body ached all over from the bumpy ride down the stairs. After the sting turned into numb ache and she caught her breath, she gesticulated vaguely in Mirca’s direction as she turned to Red and the girls, themselves a sorry sight of dripping garments and clogged hair, too.
"Listen, I better camp outside the town with our little milk bomb here, okay? It’s too risky, staying with you. See, it shouldn’t even have been possible, that burst right now. But as long as Mirca still has these unpredictable episodes, I just need to be late once, and —"
She didn’t finish the sentence. The others, still drenched head to toes, already nodded in grave agreement. Mirca stared down on the floor, her face and posture a picture of misery. "But I’m not doing it on purpose," she muttered and kneaded her fingers. "They were the ones who started with the feathers and stuff and said I’d lose if I said anything. I was just busy scrubbing the floor when—"
"Oh silly, we know that." Yrba smiled at her, straightened and slid her fingers under Mirca’s chin to lift the blonde’s head and then patted her cheek with a squelch. "And I’ll teach you how to rein that in. But we can’t do that here. Let’s wrap you up now." She made another gesture over Mirca’s breasts and then sucked at the round curl of her thumb and forefinger.
The blonde sank to her knees, her face a contorted mask of sudden ecstasy. Something like fingers, hundreds and hundreds of gentle and curious fingers, stroked and slipped over her breasts, lifting and tugging and pushing and prodding on them, tugging the excess skin and flesh back into its shape like a magician slowly tugs a sheet into the palm of his hand.
The others gazed in mute surprise at the sight of Mirca’s fleshy skin bags curling and rolling themselves back up into the heavy, jiggly melons they knew. Yrba inspected her handiwork shortly and then turned around, while Mirca still moaned and panted little words like good and ooh and more and yes.
"Red, I need to ask you another huge favor. I don’t want to be a burden on you, but we can’t make it over the winter out there alone. I — I hope within a few weeks, she’ll be able to keep those malaises at bay. If so, then can we—"
Red slapped her hard on the cheek. The blow was only somewhat softened by the slick ooze that drew long filaments as it flew from her fingers. Yrba’s head swung about, and she barely managed to stay upright on the slippery ground. Little white drops rained from her flying hair.
"Don’t you dare," hissed the bawd, her arms akimbo, still dripping from every thread of her clothes, "Don’t you dare and —"
Her posture suddenly changed. She extended her arms and smiled.
"— insinuate that I’d ever show you the door! You’ll be welcome here anytime." The others nodded in unison. Red cocked her head, grinned and embraced her heartily and squishy. "But you deserved that slap for doubting me in the first place, old girl." She ran her tongue over Yrba’s face. "Mmmh. Come here, tasty little rascal that you are."
To Be Continued in Yrba’s Travels, Part 5: Gold and Blood
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