Urta Docking (w/ Scylla)

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Unable to contain yourself, you sigh heavily and release your armor. Your immense package grows bigger with each beat of your heart, the blood-swollen veins pulsing hotly as they pump your cock to its full, obscene proportions. It slowly undulates in the air as it fills to capacity with your lusty lifeblood, and the unmistakable aroma of your masculine musk fills the air. Your sack swings free, bouncing off the back of your cock when it thickens precipitously. Sighing with relief, you gently stroke your length as you eye the two beauties meaningfully.
Urta whimpers at the view, and she whispers, "[name], you aren't going to put that in me are you? You'd rip me in half, babe"! Scylla looks wide-eyed at you and actually backs off her spit-soaked equine toy to stammer, "S-s-soooo big..." She looks almost hypnotized by your throbbing meat, and she reaches out in a daze, letting her fingers trace one of the pulsating veins. The now neglected vixen reaches down and grabs you in a two-handed grip. Her gentle fingers and fluffy, silk fur tickle you deliciously as she raises your tip and crudely smacks it into Scylla's cheek. The fox's aim is off, and all she manages is to drag your tip into the cock-hypnotized nun's hair. Your dick travels on and flops heavily onto her shoulder, nearly knocking her over. The hit is enough to rouse her from her stupor, and with strength that borders on demonic, she pushes Urta away and claims your hefty prick for herself.
Furry breasts press into your back, and a thick horse-cock slips between your legs. From behind, Urta wraps her arms around your chest and snuggles her black lips into the nape of your neck. A soft, whispered voice mutters, "You stole my blowjob." Long canines take a nip at your ear, and it muses, "But I know that nun has more than one way to swallow my rebellious little colt..."
With grace that borders on feline, the fox leaps out around you, pouncing on the distracted nun. Her hands roughly grope one of the orally addicted woman's gigantic, succubi-shaming tits, and with a triumphant snarl, Urta tears through the fabric protecting it like paper. A mountain of creamy breast-flesh rolls into the prick-vixen's paws, marked in the center by a pair of glossy, ruby-lacquered lips. You can't imagine that Scylla takes the time to apply make-up to her breasts, but you can't really explain the oiled crimson look she sports either. The tit-mouth opens and closes repeatedly, switching beneath a gaping 'O' and a puckered smile that seems to beg for dick.".
No matter how many touches and caresses they place upon your tender rod, it barely seems to sate you. Indeed, for every push of hand against cock, there seems to be more sensitive skin left neglected. A malicious gleam glitters in the holy woman's crystal-blue eyes, and her slender fingers grab you harder, accelerating your growth. Cock spools out of your groin like line from a reel, though in your case, you're getting longer AND thicker. Your sack stretches tight, totally filled by the burgeoning testes concealed within.
The nun whispers, Bigger," with a voice as smooth as satin. She shimmies back a bit when it becomes too heavy to support, and you moan at the sensation of your overly abundant tool dragging across the floorboards. They feel less like rough wood grain and more like a ribbed surface of a masturbatory aid. You'd be alarmed over it, but it feels too good to fret over. Besides, if there's anything to be concerned about, it's your immense size. The tainted nun's horns, once playful little things, are now over a foot long and bowed with a sinister curve. Behind them, a second set has sprouted that reaches down to her neck. There may be more, hidden in the forest of lush curls, but you really can't tell, and your vision keeps being drawn back to your cock. You shift to let your bloated ball-sack breathe a little better as well.
Urta has the sense to stop and step back in alarm. With a panicked expression on her face, she lunges for the door, her hard cock flopping awkwardly. Scylla's eyes glow black as she reaches for the guardswoman, but she's too far away to even catch the fleeing fox's tail. An inexplicable black radiance glows from the holy woman-turned-succubus's eyes, and miraculously, Urta is lifted clear of the floor, her legs flailing uselessly. She flies back to the corner of the room and lands in a confused pile, less than a foot from your carriage-sized erection.
Meanwhile, your erection continues to grow unimpeded, and it now reaches across the smallish room, easily as tall as your waist and utterly immobilizing. The magically restrained fox struggles, but semi-transparent tendrils of inky energy keep her seated. They twist around her ears and turn her face, forcing her to look at your tumescent, oozing penis. Directly in the center of your giant cockhead lies your plus-sized cum-slit, as big as a centaur's cunt and stretched wide by a dollop of your fragrant cock cream. Urta is forced to watch it slowly roll out to puddle on the floor. Her own erection, infantile by your new standards, rises fitfully, the flare filling to a full erection as Urta's body betrays her, overpowering her fear.
The curvy nun saunters over to where the action is, wiggling her ass for good measure. As horny as you are, you really don't need the encouragement, but you squirt a fresh wave of pre onto the floor regardless. Urta whimpers as she watches, her eyes locked on the lubricated hole before her. She shakes with pent-up need but remains held back by phantasmal tentacles that tug at her nipples and caress her skin, driving her into a frenzy. Scylla kisses the fox-girl full on the lips, her exposed tit swallowing the massive horse-cock as if by magic. The wet oral embraces fill the air with the sounds of sordid sucking, and when the nun pulls back, the captain of the guard is humping the air like an animal with nothing but lust in her emerald eyes.
Scylla gestures at your cock and commands, "Go on, fuck it. You know you want to." The black restraints poof into phantasmal smoke. At the same time, your lusty hermaphrodite lover lunges forward, scattering the smokey haze in the split second it takes her to slam face-first into your dick. A flat-tipped spear plunges through the goop plugging your urethra and into your cock, scattering streamings of stringy sexual juice in a fan around it. To you, the penetration isn't painful in the slightest. Your cock is so big that the fox's own thick prick is a nice fit, and it feels like the slippery shaft is stroking you from the inside out, massaging nerve endings you didn't even know you had.
Urta grabs around the edges of your cockhead and pulls herself down, her fuzzy balls slapping wetly against the underside of your boner before pulling away again. She starts kissing the top of your cock with wild, unrestrained enjoyment. Moving with the subtlety of a jackhammer, she pistons your inner hole wildly, grunting and moaning as she throws herself completely into debauchery. The reluctant captain is fucking your immense member with abandon and shows no signs of stopping. Scylla watches with detached amusement and idly climbs atop the column of jiggling dickmeat. Her heavy udders press down on either side of your cock, but all she does is prop her face up on her hand and watch Urta fuck you hard enough to splatter pre-cum on everything in a five foot radius. Thankfully, the movements cause your cock to flex and shift enough that the nun's inertia-bound breasts feel as if they're bouncing along the sides of your boner, unintentionally giving you a tit-fuck while your cock-pussy is inelegantly plowed.
Urta's apple-sized nuts pull tight against her body as she works your urethra, and somehow, she remembers that she ought to warn you. "Can't stop! G-g-gonna cuuuUUUUUM!!!" she screams, slamming her dick down with enough force to distort your cockhead. A moment later, you feel her swollen sack drag against your underside, and a warm explosion blooms inside your member. The rushing white river runs through your length and into your body, giving you the oddest sensation of pleasant fullness and complete violation. Your balls quiver a little when the rushing seed reaches them, and you swear you hear them slosh with the horse-spunk pouring into their own reservoirs.
Small trickles of white gush from your tip, but Urta's flare is so engorged that it effectively seals most of your cock-tunnel, making it the perfect tool for her cum injection. Her emerald eyes cross as she unloads, and Scylla coos, "Yes..." The fox trembles for well over thirty seconds, shaking and pumping your dick full of her animal spooge, dominating it with her tiny dick's gushing goo. Once she seems about finished, Scylla pinches one of Urta's hard black nipples, which sets the fox back to cumming like a firehose for another few moments. After all of that, Urta glances back up at you with apologetic eyes, her lids heavy and tired. Then, she slumps back to the floor, her cock dragging out along with a splash of white.
Scylla immediately bounces off your leaky cock and onto the exhausted herm. Her ruby lips glide down the equine cock with ease, even though it distorts her neck into a plainly visible cock-tube. When she pulls back off, Urta's pink and black member glistens with spit, but not a single glob of cum remains upon it. The fox whimpers at the sensation so soon after her orgasm, but once freed, she sags back with a sigh.
At this point, Scylla's horns no longer resemble horns but rather a crown of twisted, thorny ivory. The sclera of her eyes has gone solid black, and the only blue that remains is contained within a pair of lizard-like slits. The demonic woman rounds on you, though she drops to her knees before your cock's immense girth immediately. Her lips crush against your white-dripping cum-slut and begin to suck, but those plump cock-suckers are up to so much more. You're aware of an increase in sensation on your cockhead, and eventually determine that it must be caused by the nun's thickening pillows. Her plump puckers push out, enveloping more and more of your cock with oily smoothness and warm spit while a foot long tongue lovingly rubs your underside.
Your cock's interior is emptied of its equine payload with a few quick sucks, but your pre soon replaces it, mixed with traces of the foreign load that swirls in your balls. Groaning from your size-based bondage and the erotic assault you've had to weather, you begin to rub yourself, eager to push yourself over the edge and feed the beast across the room every ounce of a double shot of cum. The demon-blessed holy woman can barely be seen over the top of your erection, yet she remains busy. Her hands lift into the air, glowing with the same phantasmal blackness she displayed before, and dozens of insubstantial tentacles burst from the floor.
They loop around your cock in an inky net of tight restraint. Part of each tentacle disappears into your skin, but they remain tangible enough to feel hot and wet, like fingers of bubbling goo that stretch tight into a web of erotic delight. They pulsate around you, thickening as your arousal rises lockstep with Scylla's hunger. Driven on by your enhanced needs, you desperately rock your hips, but your frantic motions are useless, doing little to aid you. Your cock is so large that it's beyond your command or control. Instead, you focus on the feeling of Scylla's obscene mouth as it plumbs your cum-slit for its treasure, and before you know it, the black lattice-work of shadow-tentacles has merged into an ebony cavity that feels softer than a woman's cunt and as slippery as honey. The whole thing moves back and forth slightly, stroking you off with Scylla's tongue, and an involuntary clench deep inside you signals that you can take no more - orgasm is at hand.
Like a firework, something fires off deep inside you, but the explosion of pleasure that rattles in your skull is nothing to sneeze at. Your bliss seems to have a kinetic force that hits you hard enough to cross your eyes. Unthinkingly, you open your mouth and scream while your enormous balls gurgle and begin to empty. The titanic, room-filling cock lifts up off the ground by a few inches, supported by the thick bulge of cum that rushes from base to tip in an instant. It passes through the tight crimson seal, distending the nuns neck for a moment before it settles in her belly. She looks almost pregnant on a mix of horse and champion-spunk for a moment, but then her belly narrows and her tits swell - just in time to take the next gush of your demonically-blessed orgasm. Scylla appears to be in heaven, and as she swallows, the darkness leaves her eyes. What remains is wide-eyed irresistible pleasure, and the vibrations of orgasmic screams vibrate through your swollen cockhead as you dump wave after wave of spooge through the clinging orifice. A shiny puddle of feminine fluid widens beneath the nun's orgasm-wracked frame, and just once, you wish you could stick your head under her robes and watch it happen.
Before long, the mixed jizz inflates Scylla's tits to a tremendous size, big enough to completely wrap around your titanic cock. They each leak their own white mixture, though it smells more of milk than your cum. Regardless, you pump out more semen with abandon, gunking up the poor nun's throat with seed and causing twin streamers of jizz to spurt from her nose. Through it all, she continually swallows, hungrily devouring every drop of Urta-tainted spunk that can feed her. Her throat bobs with gleeful delight, and you lose track of how long you spend orgasming, eventually blacking out when your poor, frazzled nerves can handle no more.

You wake up with something sweet in your mouth, and as you swallow, you crack your eyelids. White. A gently shrinking expanse of creamy flesh fills your view, and you realize a pair of crimson lips are kissed against your own, feeding milk to your dry mouth. You swallow gratefully and glance around, quickly discovering your gray furred companion similarly engaged. The two of you swallow your fill and detach, feeling a little confused and miraculously, still horny.
Scylla smiles and burps while her breasts continue to dwindle, pausing when they're just large enough to be improbably big for the woman's large frame. She gushes, "Thank you guys so much! I don't know what I'd do if I had to have some... stranger to help me deal with this!" She pulls a fresh habit up to cover herself and prances out, humming a forgotten hymn.
Urta waits until the other woman has left before stretching, her limp length wrapped tight against her leg by her tail. "I worry about her, [name]. The darkness inside her is growing, and I don't know how long her faith will stay her descent into depravity." She hugs you then, throwing herself against your body, clinging so tightly it hurts. I don't know how long any of us can last. It seems like the whole world has fallen already, but she's in more danger than the rest of us." You nod solemnly, weighing the gravity of her words. After a moment in silence, she releases you and gets dressed. The fox has more than a little spring in her step, and when she kisses you goodbye, she says, "Thank you."

Your dick has returned to its old size, but a few fresh drops of cum dribble from it.  Did the encounter leave you a little more 'productive'? Your balls definitely got a little bigger...
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Pub: 27 Nov 2022 18:27 UTC

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