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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Loveblade stretches her wings as she walks into the square, arms laden with three kinds of fruit, apples, passion-pears and peaches, Love hums a song under her breath and purrs with delight as she moves around the different stalls and filled baskets, until she gets to the stack by the wall. Carefully taking out one after another, she fills four of them full from what she carried in and sits down with a thump and a happy smile, starting to sort through them one by one <br> <br>Cyrus walks in from the lake, her folded clothes in her arms, her body wet with water and milk. She sees Loveblade and hastens the movement of her hooves, her breasts, stomach and udder bouncing with each excited step. She sits down her clothes in a pile next to Loveblade and puts on her hat before she sits down. Leaning against Love's side she says, "I'm glad to see you back, I've missed you so much my Mistress." She spread her legs and wiggled her hips as if to demonstrate just in what way she missed Loveblade. <br> <br>Kiba puuuuurrrrs warmly and smiles as shi'd arrive and look about to see what was going on?<br> <br>Eri just so happened to be around, literally sitting under a large oak tree, her four arms folded acrossed her chest, her much thinner lion like body sitting in a very statuesk pose, almost befitting a ten foot bronze figure of the town's scenery. However the feline did wave to Cyrus, while still remaining where she was with a small smile on her face, yet remaining ever silent, and out of the way. The margay taur entirely nude, yet with her arms over her chest and the fact she sat down left nothing offensive to truly be seen.<br> <br>Loveblade counts her baskets and smiles, one wing curling around Cyrus gently and pulling her close while she sees Kiba come on in. Smiling gently as she works "Hi Cyrus, it's been a good day, hmm?" Love strokes her back with down, massaging away any tension her breasts are causing and trailing one hand down along her thigh. She looks up to see Eri and continues on working, smiling. <br> <br>Cyrus smiles and nods her head. "It has it's been a wonderful day," she said, running her hand over Loveblade's muscular thigh. Her feline tail swings from side to side in her delight of seeing all of the beautiful Margays, surrounded by so many tall beautiful goddesses, she the smallest of them all. "Eri, Kiba, why don't you two join us over here? It's a lovely spot to sit," she warmly welcomes the two felines.<br> <br>Eri remained where she was, unmoved and silent as ever. The golden furred feline quietly watching and listening from a distance yet sitting beneath that oak tree in plain sight. Her four arms covering her breasts still and her pose unchanged and still, her golden fur swaying in the gentle breeze of the wind like a farm's ripe wheat field in the distance.<br> <br>Loveblade stroked her wing down your back gently as ever, while her deep rumbling purrs started in her throat, a smile crosses her features and gentles her eyes as she moves that hand higher, now slipping a finger into your mons to gently stroke, back and forth with pleasure and more. Love slips her digit inside of you, curling it back and forth with a small wet sound, the leaves passing in the breeze rattling across the cobbles while she sorts her harvest, "Hmmm, I missed having you by my side today. Did you have fun playing?" her question is open, honest and caring as she relaxes after a short amount of work, baskets set in rows. She picks up a box, and places it before you, the solid frame creaks under its own weight as the nails strain to hold it together, but it does, just. Slipping her tail over yours, she twines them together and then tugs gently, stretching soothingly at your spine.<br> <br>Cyrus stares blankly at Eri's ever still form before she feels her Lover's digit play with her still wet mound. She stiffens and closes her eyes as the impressive digit curls up inside of her and pulls out. She shivers and looks up at the radiant dragon. "A little, seen that cat around a little and I've wanted to play with him for a little while, but... he's not you, no one is," she says in reply. She watches Love curiously return to her work and idly sticks a hand between her thighs, not wanting to interupt Love and her diligent work. Seeing the box set in front of her she looks curiously at the box and then back up at Love with large eyes. She opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off as her tail is pulled. Her muzzle shuts and she exhales through her nostrils, he barely manages to restrain herself from her instinct to rub herself more vigorously from the curiously pleasurable pain. She opens her eyes back up and looks at Loveblade's eyes, her brows arched upward. "Whatever is this? Do you want me to label it?" she asked.<br> <br>Eri eventually lifts herself up and turns to leave, silently disappearing from beneath the oak tree while all eyes and attention went else where. The margay's hips swaying her massive fluffy golden tail waving to and fro idly behind her.<br> <br>Loveblade slides her tail-tip up along your back, tickling gently at the base while sorting, the wing that keeps you warm pressing forward gently and her hand stroking your nipples. She smiles as you're bent gently forward to the box, her intention clear; she wants you to present. Her humming becomes a note deeper as her scent changes, both masculine and feminine at once now, her eyes smiling<br> <br>Cyrus looks down at the box and removes her hat, placing it on her clothes as she stands up. The lovely mixture of her scents in the air made her dampen, but at that moment she was thankful that her feminine musks did not get a rise out of her now as it had the night before. She bent over the box, her feline tail hiking up high as she presented her hind end to her mistress and looked back over her shoulder, her sex absolutely dripping in anticipation.<br> <br>Loveblade continues to hum while she works, two hands sorting while the other two grip your thighs, squeezing them and sliding up and down while her tail remains entwined with yours, applying relaxing pressure, and then sliding off, her tail-tip teasing your own. Her mouth opens as she smiles and looks to you, grinning with one word "Good", the fingers of her lower left right hand sliding up your thigh and pressing past the lips of your dripping cow-pussy, the moisture spreading down her finger to lightly dampen her palm while she purrs at the heat of you, the warmth and light squeezing pressure of your, to her, tiny pussy. Her finger moves inside, slipping back and forth while she turns to face you slightly, nipples dripping with lust "What a fine Bitch you are Cyrus. You know your place and you love me as much as I do you; I think you deserve a treat." Love strokes your side with her feathers and smiles "I will have to come up with something...nice." <br> <br>Cyrus presses back against her mistress' fingers, soft lows of pleasure rising in her closed mouth as she was toyed with. Love's every word and approval made her ache for more, after their previous trist was cut short she wanted the towering dragon to take her until the box broke. She wiggled her hips and her tail curled up around as much of Love's hand as she could. "I need nothing special except you, having you fuck me is more than enough of a treat for me," she said shakily. "Take me my Queen, claim your bitch again and again until you tire."<br> <br>Loveblade purses her lips in an amused stance, glancing sideways to you while she works, the heads of her unbelievable cocks spurting just out of her pussy with a splash of juice on the ground, her scent pressing close while fingers start to stir inside you, first two and then three, moving forward and stretching you a bit when she /spreads/ her fingers wider. Love smiles at the scent of cow-pussy, licking her lips with two twined tongues as she watches you her cocks extending and out and hitting the basket of fruit in front of her with a wet *thump!* peach-juice spuring all over her enormously huge cocks when her eyes glow. Just as she smiles you start to /expand/, your clothing bunches at your hips and *riiiips!* with a long, drawn out sound, Love smiling as your ass widens before her eyes and your dripping hole, painfully pulled apart a moment ago by her fingers now becoming huge and wide enough for her fist. She purrs all the louder as her cocks start to pulse, heavy beats as they rise, higher, higher, becoming erect in the air while she grins and picks up a peach covered in her cum and licks it, the flesh coming off on her tongue to swallow, murring in delight as she slips her fist into you and pushes forward, her other hand slapping your ass and pulling you back with a strong grip "Good Slut ~<3" <br> <br>The box creaked and the nails groaned as Cyrus' body grew, protesting every moment of the growing bovine using it for support until it started to crack. Boards breaking one by one like bones, shards of metal snapping as they gave, splinters of the old worn wood flying out in every direction, threatening to pierce her hide for putting her weight on it, but each injuring shard bounced off harmless on her thick hide as she came crashing to the ground. The land shook with her jiggling body as her hands and knees hit the ground, but it was of little concern to the 14 foot tall cow, nor the thousands of pounds of weight in her heavy breasts and udders, or the swollen dome of her stomach underneath her. All that concerned Cyrus was her mistress and the fingers teasing and piercing her body, stretching her wider with each digit as she grew until the fist slipped inside of her and her walls trembled. She clenched around the fist, moaning in a loud passionate low that she could almost swear made the windows shake. Her passionate juices of her squirting mound poured out in heavy gouts, covering the tattered remains of her already threadbare clothes and washing away the fruits that had once laid next to her. She breathed heavily as she accommodated to the fist inside of her and her new body size, kicking up clouds of dust beneath her hands that any unfortunate bystander on the street would get lost in if they had not all long ago fled to the safety of their homes. She trembled and her tail wrapped around her mate's arm, as if asking her to hold it still for a moment, though hoping her request wouldn't be heeded. She looked over her shoulder weary-eyed and saw the four erect pricks, awaiting a hole for them to fill. "Give me them all," she said breathlessly. "Please tear your slut apart with those beautiful cocks."<br> <br>Loveblade finds the last of her peach pouring into her mouth as she pumps her arm back and forth into your cunt until she's up to her elbow, finding the wonderful round bump of your g-spot and smiling a bit, sticky syrup falling to the ground with the swipe of her tongue. Love grins at the feel of your now huge ass, smiling to see your heavy teats brushing low with your hands supporting your weight and enjoying the sway of your /huge/ udders as they shift, your height now high and well. She smiles at the scent of your cunt, your ball of lust receiving special attention from her fingers while she moves her foot, scooting the basket to the side as she stood and tossed the pit aside. "Just a minute, Fuck, I'll be right with you." teasing your clit with another hand while she undoes the clasps to her armor, letting it fall with the tinkle of myriad bells as it slips off behind her, giving her access to her crimson silks, which she has off quickly, undoing the chains that hold the chest closed and letting it fall gently to the box she sat on, leaving her in only her Camisole with four cocks jutting up and out of her pussy, held in hand and tentacles coming gently out of her back to stroke and pleasure herself. Love slaps your ass, the muscle just below the surface feeling the blow and the force jiggling beautifully up through your body while she purrs "I Love you Cyrus," /gripping/ you tight while she lines up two cocks with your cunt to start, and /slides/ inside with pleasure, the whole veiny surface twitching along and juddering as it presses you apart, tight! She pulses inside as you and she both squirt your lust, she in pre and you in lube, flowing gently across her groin and onto, into, her pussy, warm and wet while Love smiles "I love you Cyrus, so much." and pumps, three fast strokes, two tentacles wrapping about her cocks like cadeuceus inside of you, the lengths shifting, mouths from hundreds of species forming along the surface with perfect luscious lips framing beautiful red tongues that lap and call out your names "Love...Cyrus" kissing along your flesh and suckling all along the inside of your needful sheathe. <br> <br>Cyrus drops her head and clenches her teeth, snorting heavy breaths that brought to her nostrils the scent of her own arousal as her eagerly swollen clit is toyed with. The length of Love's arm, planted deep inside her and every shift of Love's arm makes as she deals with the baskets, sending new ripples of pleasure through her volumous cunt, her muscles through out her body twitching and trembling at the dominant ministrations. The slap echos through the town and her body bucks forward, her tongue lolling out at the hot pain remaining on her still jiggling padding, mooing softly as the air shifted the oxygen all around her to keep her massive lungs full and her mind conscious. Her eyes widen and she leans forward as she feels two of her mistress' cocks force stetch open her walls in a way she had not ever experienced while staying conscious. Her lengths are so big even now with them being roughly the same height. Love's words tickle her ears and cause them to twitch. She lifts her head up and pushes back to meet her Dragon's shifting hips as the shafts enter her deeper. She can barely manage to keep herself supported on her hands and knees as she is teased further by the tentacles teasing her with their loving words, but her passions aided her muscles and she sat up on her knees. She rested back agsints Love's body and and rolled her head back. "I love you too Loveblade," she said with heavy breaths, steam rising from her mouth as she exhaled. She slid her hands over her dripping mounds and reached back behind her. Her hands teased her lover's clit for a moment before she searched the four lengths existing her cunt. Wrapping her hands around the two thick remaining cocks, she slowly began pumping them, her slick arousal coating the palms of her hands as she said coyly, "But your slut can take so much more."<br> <br>Loveblade moves forward slowly, thighs tensing a she feels the mouths inside of you kissing her while they nuzzle and lick at your vaginal walls, the lengths at the bottom making a U to suckle your clit as they pump in and out, pistoning to a different tempo than her massively ridged cocks already pulsing with need and more. She smiles while her fingers dig into your soft flesh and pull you close, pressing down while she leans forward with her toes pressing back for a moment to go as deep as possible, feeling her cock-heads press up to your Cervix but stopped by the seal of your pregnancy. She smiles and slides one hand up over your back, enjoying the slight sheen that comes with the scent of arousal while gripping your neck in her clawed fist, thumb stroking gently below and just behind your ear. "Cyrus, you're a bad, bad slut. So beautiful and still so much to see, and do before you can be left to your own needs." She brings herself forward and /grinds/ into you slowly, closing any distance between and feeling her clit pressed roughly between you, hot sex glowing red with the deep crimson of arousal in her drippy Dragon-cunt. "My Bad Slut; time to get Fucked." Love growls, deeply in her chest like she's on the hunt and slips her fingers around your throat, yanking you back up aso that your back is to her chest, her breasts pressing warmly into you as her cocks shift forward and /up/ pushing forcefully into the wall of your pussy as she bucks her hips, rutting into you with speed and rough fucking care. <br> <br>Cyrus's jaw trembled and she smiiles as her furthest depths are pounded by Love's powerful muscles. She felt as though she was being treated as roughly as she would if she was smaller, perhaps even moreso with the claws digging into her neck; she almost hoped they would leave marks. "I am, I'm a horrible slut, always horny, happy with a full belly of calves. Punish m-," she panted in response before Love's hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her words. No matter, she had no need for air, something that she had forgotten during her body's growth. Her body lifted off the ground as her walls were pounded with the thick trunks pounded deep inside of her. Her drooling sex poured down more of her arroused juices, forming a considerable puddle at their feet, mostly hers though a portion certainly came from her mistress' dripping draconic sex. Held strongly by Love's powerful grip, and her clit occupied by the tender kisses from her lover's tentacles, her hands moved down to her massively swollen udders and grabbed at her four teats, pinching two together in each hand she gave them rough desperate tugs, spraying out geysers of fresh milk to bathe this feline city's roads with more of her own fluids. Her hands didn't have quite the same domininant will in them that Love's did, but it made her throat rumble in pleasure as her hidiously swollen and large udders were drained of what she was certain was more milk than her udders could be milked of at one time when she was smaller with one tug. She could get used to being this big. <br> <br>Loveblade purrs deeply in her throat as a shiver runs through the length of her body, twisting and pulsing in her veins like a crystal need, shivs of pleasure stabbing into her nerves so deep it cuts like ice, leaving her hot, and savage. That hand on your throat slams you back into her open mouth, dagger teeth sinking into your shoulder posessively as she claims you for her own, holding you there as she plows roughly into your needy folds, stretched almost beyond endurance and roughly filled to the breaking point. She grips and holds you there as you play, pain and pleasure, her tongues lapping at your blood when it flows, feeding on your life as two hands move around to your front to start milking your breast with tender care, the only gentle thing she's done. Warming while rutting, Love cups your cheek with a free hand and her growls quiet gently for a minute, the only sound she makes the hard purrs of a satisfied male inside his Bitch, fucking her raw. <br> <br>Her throat free, Cyrus' lips pucked and a long feminine low escapes her muzzle as Love's teeth sinks into her shoulder. The stabbing pain and warmth from the running blood makes her a little light headed for a moment, but as her dragon lover's hands cup her breasts she smiles and turns her head to the side, affectionately nuzzling her lover's head, moaning and sighing as she is brutally fucked and handled with all of the insctint of a predator dealing with its prey. Eager to please her manificent lover, she closes her eyes and tries focusing on her inner muscles. Though stretched wider than she had ever thought would have been possible, her walls massaging Love's lengths as Cyrus clenches them with all of her focus. It makes her body weak, as every twitch of a muscle only rubbing the nerves inside of her more harshly against the thick veiny shafts as they are bucked deep inside of her, its worth it to hear the deep gutteral noises rolling constantly out of her lover's throat.<br> <br>Loveblade pulls her hips back and you feel the tightness the pulling sucking motion of your body stretched and pulsing, her tentacles moving carefully around you while along your back and between her breasts leaks one huge member and another pokes out between your legs like a cock of your own, her teeth settling in and the tongues cleaning the wounds as she pulls back /slowly/ her eyes glowing with reconstruction to heal your leaking wounds, speed picking up once more while the hand on your chest pulls you back and slides up your neck to turn your cheek quickly to her need and kiss. Lips meet, her mouth hot and tasting of your red blood upon her lips as she takes your broad flat muzzle with her own, solid and sharp. The kiss is everything she wants, dropping a heat into her internal balls, churning with needful seed and desire that builds wetly, pre now free-flowing inside of you at every deep thrust. The insatiable squirming of her lengths along her own cocks is driving her insane, the twisting unlike everything that has come before while she kisses you, hands milking, eyes bright and then, orgasm. Gallons of seed flood your canal, tightly packed already but the squirming, flooding tentacles acting like screws to press and pack the cum at the entrance of your womb, the pressure building high enough to push some in to feed your growing babies with their fathers cum, helping them grow big, and strong inside of you while tickling any eggs that may remain. She roars and hands find your back, shoving you into the ground while she holds your neck, scent rolling over your body in motions of need. <br> <br>Cyrus feels the warmth of her own milk cooling on the groudn against her face, her eyes growing half lidded as the gallons of cum are poured into her stomach. Though barely capable of keeping her eyes open or using her arms to cotninue to milk herself, her stretched filled walls continue to squeeze her lover's length, trying to milk every drop into her body, despite how occupied her womb may already be. She felt large before, but her stomach absolutely rumbles as she it bloats beyond her her belief. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," she tries to say, though the line of words comes out a jumbled murmur of a incoherent mumbles.  She does not care though, contented and relieved to have been used so roughly, but tries again for two words that make a difference. "Thank you."<br> <br>Loveblade slides her body across yours and slips her fingers around under you to play with your nipples, leaning her weight across your back and smiling while lips find your hair and move lower, lower still to lick and kiss at your neck and shoulder, the healing fixing it as though it were never there as she leaks down your thigh, tentacles sighing in ecstasy "Oh Cyrus, Gods!...So good,... you taste like heaven...such a fine Bitch...We Love You!...Momma is so proud of you..." the mouths lauding pleasure and care over your needs while they lick and murr, rubbing lips and tongue to warm you, adding their saliva to the mix while Love keeps her cocks inside of you, across your back and nestled between your breasts, stroking across your udder with the hard veiny surface that slowly seems to be pulled back inside her pussy with the rest of her cocks, the feeling indescribably pleasant as they unload cum over /every/ inch within.<br> <br>"It's all the marbling, that or the constant basting you give my body," Cyrus tiredly joked as her healing wounds were kissed and her body showered with affection. She looked down at the tentacles and, being unable to move very much to do it on her lips, kissed one of the small mouths. "Taste as much of me as you like, my body is yours in any way you want." She rested her hands on her stomach, feeling far fuller than she could ever recall, even while she was less than half of Love's size. Her stomach felt so full, making audible noises as she drummed her fingers on the taut dome. It was a feeling she never wanted to fade, but knew would the moment Love's lengths left her hole, then she recalled her toy. She grabbed the now heavily stained and torned pieces of her skirt and rummaged through the pockets. She pulled out a toy, shaped like a canine cock with two knots. It surprised her that it looked big even now, but could only suspect the device's nanite qualities played a part in it. "You mind helping me put this in after you pull out my love?" she said holding the toy up. "I don't want to lose any of you."<br> <br>Loveblade reaches around to you as she purrs and smiles, the toy now in her hands "Hmmm, this is interesting, but basic. I think it's nice" she smiles and rubs it along the lips of her adoring tentacle, they kiss and suckle at it like a lost lover, wetting it for insertion and cleaning it at once. "This will be nice." she purs and grips your chest, pulling back and lifting lightly against your body "I never thought you'd have any kind of problem here," Love smiles and tugs you closer, "You are my Lady, no matter what, and I think, one night soon, I would love to take you dancing." Love smiles and strokes your udders "I can think of a few things that would go fetchingly with this if you would like to try. I'd be honored to practice with you ~<3" She purrs and pumps her hips back and forth "We already can twerk." Love slides the plug to the entrance of your pussy and sighs "I wanted to fall asleep inside you, but we will do that another ninght" pulling back slowly while stroking your flank "That's it girl, slowly, and sweetly ~<3 You smell so good, did you know that dear heart? Do you like your new size, cow-girl? You want to stay this size for a while?" Love grins as her massively flared cocks *pop!* out, quickly sliding your toy in place to block the river of cum flooding out like you were at the stall in the breeding pens. "Because I think I know just the thing..." <br> <br>Cyrus's body became electric as the toy slid inside of her and stopped the flood of cum from existing her. It immediately began vibrating inside of her as the nanites powered it, stiring up the still warm seed around inside her. Her ears twitched as her face grows flush and she softly giggles. "I'm not sure I'd be much good at dancing. These hooves aren't very elegant and I'm so big I'd just end up losing my balance and make a fool of myself," she said, looking down at her large breasts, stomach and udders. She places a hand over the one on her udders, lacing her fingers between Love's. "But If you want me to join you I'd be willing to make a fool of myself for you no matter what you asked." She pressed her generous ass back against Love's body, finding one of her cocks and giving it a squeeze. "If you really want to sleep inside me there's always another hole though, and yeah, I think I may stay this way for the time being. You took me in a way I've never been fucked before, and you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself as well."<br> <br>Loveblade cuddles you close, her cocks out and haning down low, thick and semi-hard while they stroke along your thighs, her eyes smiling while she cuddles you close and gently kneads her fingers into your breasts, swaying back and forth with  you hip to hip, and one hand moving to her side-pouch and coming back up to give you a small black bock with what looks like a camera lens on the end. "This is yours dear heart, since I think it was something you wanted from the beginning. It will keep you my size and more, so that when we meet again, I can stretch you even further. I have my Talakai abilities for the smaller folkes so I fit them perfectly, but I want to stretch your wet, sloppy cow-cunt wide, and fill you with our babies. "She smiles and rubs your belly gently "We'll have to find some more Studs for you too so that the herd grows safely." Love smiles and kisses your neck "I would love to take you dancing, and nothing you coudl ever do would make you a fool, wife." Eyes alight with care, Love hugs you firmly to her and kisses your neck, laying her muzzle alongside yours, breath and lips press and tickle your cheek as she rubs you both together, angling her cock up with your ass, her eyes glowing once again and you feel a sudden loose wetness in your bum, her Nanomagics making lube inside of you "You beautiful slut. Come here" she growls and slips her three quarter erect cock to your ass, and puts you down, supporting your head and hair as you bend over and pushing your lower back gently in so that she can press into you, the lip of your pucker spasms and her flared horse-headed cock squirts fiercely and pushes inside, ready as she takes you back to your joint straw-bed it the market, carefully laying you down with her and stroking your cheek "Love you dear, now please sleep ~<3 "<br> <br>[[Category:RPLogs]]

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Latest revision as of 05:21, 18 July 2014

Participants

• Cyrus
• Eri
• Kiba
• Loveblade
• Seguro

Date

18/7/2014

Log

Loveblade stretches her wings as she walks into the square, arms laden with three kinds of fruit, apples, passion-pears and peaches, Love hums a song under her breath and purrs with delight as she moves around the different stalls and filled baskets, until she gets to the stack by the wall. Carefully taking out one after another, she fills four of them full from what she carried in and sits down with a thump and a happy smile, starting to sort through them one by one

Cyrus walks in from the lake, her folded clothes in her arms, her body wet with water and milk. She sees Loveblade and hastens the movement of her hooves, her breasts, stomach and udder bouncing with each excited step. She sits down her clothes in a pile next to Loveblade and puts on her hat before she sits down. Leaning against Love's side she says, "I'm glad to see you back, I've missed you so much my Mistress." She spread her legs and wiggled her hips as if to demonstrate just in what way she missed Loveblade.

Kiba puuuuurrrrs warmly and smiles as shi'd arrive and look about to see what was going on?

Eri just so happened to be around, literally sitting under a large oak tree, her four arms folded acrossed her chest, her much thinner lion like body sitting in a very statuesk pose, almost befitting a ten foot bronze figure of the town's scenery. However the feline did wave to Cyrus, while still remaining where she was with a small smile on her face, yet remaining ever silent, and out of the way. The margay taur entirely nude, yet with her arms over her chest and the fact she sat down left nothing offensive to truly be seen.

Loveblade counts her baskets and smiles, one wing curling around Cyrus gently and pulling her close while she sees Kiba come on in. Smiling gently as she works "Hi Cyrus, it's been a good day, hmm?" Love strokes her back with down, massaging away any tension her breasts are causing and trailing one hand down along her thigh. She looks up to see Eri and continues on working, smiling.

Cyrus smiles and nods her head. "It has it's been a wonderful day," she said, running her hand over Loveblade's muscular thigh. Her feline tail swings from side to side in her delight of seeing all of the beautiful Margays, surrounded by so many tall beautiful goddesses, she the smallest of them all. "Eri, Kiba, why don't you two join us over here? It's a lovely spot to sit," she warmly welcomes the two felines.

Eri remained where she was, unmoved and silent as ever. The golden furred feline quietly watching and listening from a distance yet sitting beneath that oak tree in plain sight. Her four arms covering her breasts still and her pose unchanged and still, her golden fur swaying in the gentle breeze of the wind like a farm's ripe wheat field in the distance.

Loveblade stroked her wing down your back gently as ever, while her deep rumbling purrs started in her throat, a smile crosses her features and gentles her eyes as she moves that hand higher, now slipping a finger into your mons to gently stroke, back and forth with pleasure and more. Love slips her digit inside of you, curling it back and forth with a small wet sound, the leaves passing in the breeze rattling across the cobbles while she sorts her harvest, "Hmmm, I missed having you by my side today. Did you have fun playing?" her question is open, honest and caring as she relaxes after a short amount of work, baskets set in rows. She picks up a box, and places it before you, the solid frame creaks under its own weight as the nails strain to hold it together, but it does, just. Slipping her tail over yours, she twines them together and then tugs gently, stretching soothingly at your spine.

Cyrus stares blankly at Eri's ever still form before she feels her Lover's digit play with her still wet mound. She stiffens and closes her eyes as the impressive digit curls up inside of her and pulls out. She shivers and looks up at the radiant dragon. "A little, seen that cat around a little and I've wanted to play with him for a little while, but... he's not you, no one is," she says in reply. She watches Love curiously return to her work and idly sticks a hand between her thighs, not wanting to interupt Love and her diligent work. Seeing the box set in front of her she looks curiously at the box and then back up at Love with large eyes. She opens her mouth to speak but gets cut off as her tail is pulled. Her muzzle shuts and she exhales through her nostrils, he barely manages to restrain herself from her instinct to rub herself more vigorously from the curiously pleasurable pain. She opens her eyes back up and looks at Loveblade's eyes, her brows arched upward. "Whatever is this? Do you want me to label it?" she asked.

Eri eventually lifts herself up and turns to leave, silently disappearing from beneath the oak tree while all eyes and attention went else where. The margay's hips swaying her massive fluffy golden tail waving to and fro idly behind her.

Loveblade slides her tail-tip up along your back, tickling gently at the base while sorting, the wing that keeps you warm pressing forward gently and her hand stroking your nipples. She smiles as you're bent gently forward to the box, her intention clear; she wants you to present. Her humming becomes a note deeper as her scent changes, both masculine and feminine at once now, her eyes smiling

Cyrus looks down at the box and removes her hat, placing it on her clothes as she stands up. The lovely mixture of her scents in the air made her dampen, but at that moment she was thankful that her feminine musks did not get a rise out of her now as it had the night before. She bent over the box, her feline tail hiking up high as she presented her hind end to her mistress and looked back over her shoulder, her sex absolutely dripping in anticipation.

Loveblade continues to hum while she works, two hands sorting while the other two grip your thighs, squeezing them and sliding up and down while her tail remains entwined with yours, applying relaxing pressure, and then sliding off, her tail-tip teasing your own. Her mouth opens as she smiles and looks to you, grinning with one word "Good", the fingers of her lower left right hand sliding up your thigh and pressing past the lips of your dripping cow-pussy, the moisture spreading down her finger to lightly dampen her palm while she purrs at the heat of you, the warmth and light squeezing pressure of your, to her, tiny pussy. Her finger moves inside, slipping back and forth while she turns to face you slightly, nipples dripping with lust "What a fine Bitch you are Cyrus. You know your place and you love me as much as I do you; I think you deserve a treat." Love strokes your side with her feathers and smiles "I will have to come up with something...nice."

Cyrus presses back against her mistress' fingers, soft lows of pleasure rising in her closed mouth as she was toyed with. Love's every word and approval made her ache for more, after their previous trist was cut short she wanted the towering dragon to take her until the box broke. She wiggled her hips and her tail curled up around as much of Love's hand as she could. "I need nothing special except you, having you fuck me is more than enough of a treat for me," she said shakily. "Take me my Queen, claim your bitch again and again until you tire."

Loveblade purses her lips in an amused stance, glancing sideways to you while she works, the heads of her unbelievable cocks spurting just out of her pussy with a splash of juice on the ground, her scent pressing close while fingers start to stir inside you, first two and then three, moving forward and stretching you a bit when she /spreads/ her fingers wider. Love smiles at the scent of cow-pussy, licking her lips with two twined tongues as she watches you her cocks extending and out and hitting the basket of fruit in front of her with a wet *thump!* peach-juice spuring all over her enormously huge cocks when her eyes glow. Just as she smiles you start to /expand/, your clothing bunches at your hips and *riiiips!* with a long, drawn out sound, Love smiling as your ass widens before her eyes and your dripping hole, painfully pulled apart a moment ago by her fingers now becoming huge and wide enough for her fist. She purrs all the louder as her cocks start to pulse, heavy beats as they rise, higher, higher, becoming erect in the air while she grins and picks up a peach covered in her cum and licks it, the flesh coming off on her tongue to swallow, murring in delight as she slips her fist into you and pushes forward, her other hand slapping your ass and pulling you back with a strong grip "Good Slut ~<3"

The box creaked and the nails groaned as Cyrus' body grew, protesting every moment of the growing bovine using it for support until it started to crack. Boards breaking one by one like bones, shards of metal snapping as they gave, splinters of the old worn wood flying out in every direction, threatening to pierce her hide for putting her weight on it, but each injuring shard bounced off harmless on her thick hide as she came crashing to the ground. The land shook with her jiggling body as her hands and knees hit the ground, but it was of little concern to the 14 foot tall cow, nor the thousands of pounds of weight in her heavy breasts and udders, or the swollen dome of her stomach underneath her. All that concerned Cyrus was her mistress and the fingers teasing and piercing her body, stretching her wider with each digit as she grew until the fist slipped inside of her and her walls trembled. She clenched around the fist, moaning in a loud passionate low that she could almost swear made the windows shake. Her passionate juices of her squirting mound poured out in heavy gouts, covering the tattered remains of her already threadbare clothes and washing away the fruits that had once laid next to her. She breathed heavily as she accommodated to the fist inside of her and her new body size, kicking up clouds of dust beneath her hands that any unfortunate bystander on the street would get lost in if they had not all long ago fled to the safety of their homes. She trembled and her tail wrapped around her mate's arm, as if asking her to hold it still for a moment, though hoping her request wouldn't be heeded. She looked over her shoulder weary-eyed and saw the four erect pricks, awaiting a hole for them to fill. "Give me them all," she said breathlessly. "Please tear your slut apart with those beautiful cocks."

Loveblade finds the last of her peach pouring into her mouth as she pumps her arm back and forth into your cunt until she's up to her elbow, finding the wonderful round bump of your g-spot and smiling a bit, sticky syrup falling to the ground with the swipe of her tongue. Love grins at the feel of your now huge ass, smiling to see your heavy teats brushing low with your hands supporting your weight and enjoying the sway of your /huge/ udders as they shift, your height now high and well. She smiles at the scent of your cunt, your ball of lust receiving special attention from her fingers while she moves her foot, scooting the basket to the side as she stood and tossed the pit aside. "Just a minute, Fuck, I'll be right with you." teasing your clit with another hand while she undoes the clasps to her armor, letting it fall with the tinkle of myriad bells as it slips off behind her, giving her access to her crimson silks, which she has off quickly, undoing the chains that hold the chest closed and letting it fall gently to the box she sat on, leaving her in only her Camisole with four cocks jutting up and out of her pussy, held in hand and tentacles coming gently out of her back to stroke and pleasure herself. Love slaps your ass, the muscle just below the surface feeling the blow and the force jiggling beautifully up through your body while she purrs "I Love you Cyrus," /gripping/ you tight while she lines up two cocks with your cunt to start, and /slides/ inside with pleasure, the whole veiny surface twitching along and juddering as it presses you apart, tight! She pulses inside as you and she both squirt your lust, she in pre and you in lube, flowing gently across her groin and onto, into, her pussy, warm and wet while Love smiles "I love you Cyrus, so much." and pumps, three fast strokes, two tentacles wrapping about her cocks like cadeuceus inside of you, the lengths shifting, mouths from hundreds of species forming along the surface with perfect luscious lips framing beautiful red tongues that lap and call out your names "Love...Cyrus" kissing along your flesh and suckling all along the inside of your needful sheathe.

Cyrus drops her head and clenches her teeth, snorting heavy breaths that brought to her nostrils the scent of her own arousal as her eagerly swollen clit is toyed with. The length of Love's arm, planted deep inside her and every shift of Love's arm makes as she deals with the baskets, sending new ripples of pleasure through her volumous cunt, her muscles through out her body twitching and trembling at the dominant ministrations. The slap echos through the town and her body bucks forward, her tongue lolling out at the hot pain remaining on her still jiggling padding, mooing softly as the air shifted the oxygen all around her to keep her massive lungs full and her mind conscious. Her eyes widen and she leans forward as she feels two of her mistress' cocks force stetch open her walls in a way she had not ever experienced while staying conscious. Her lengths are so big even now with them being roughly the same height. Love's words tickle her ears and cause them to twitch. She lifts her head up and pushes back to meet her Dragon's shifting hips as the shafts enter her deeper. She can barely manage to keep herself supported on her hands and knees as she is teased further by the tentacles teasing her with their loving words, but her passions aided her muscles and she sat up on her knees. She rested back agsints Love's body and and rolled her head back. "I love you too Loveblade," she said with heavy breaths, steam rising from her mouth as she exhaled. She slid her hands over her dripping mounds and reached back behind her. Her hands teased her lover's clit for a moment before she searched the four lengths existing her cunt. Wrapping her hands around the two thick remaining cocks, she slowly began pumping them, her slick arousal coating the palms of her hands as she said coyly, "But your slut can take so much more."

Loveblade moves forward slowly, thighs tensing a she feels the mouths inside of you kissing her while they nuzzle and lick at your vaginal walls, the lengths at the bottom making a U to suckle your clit as they pump in and out, pistoning to a different tempo than her massively ridged cocks already pulsing with need and more. She smiles while her fingers dig into your soft flesh and pull you close, pressing down while she leans forward with her toes pressing back for a moment to go as deep as possible, feeling her cock-heads press up to your Cervix but stopped by the seal of your pregnancy. She smiles and slides one hand up over your back, enjoying the slight sheen that comes with the scent of arousal while gripping your neck in her clawed fist, thumb stroking gently below and just behind your ear. "Cyrus, you're a bad, bad slut. So beautiful and still so much to see, and do before you can be left to your own needs." She brings herself forward and /grinds/ into you slowly, closing any distance between and feeling her clit pressed roughly between you, hot sex glowing red with the deep crimson of arousal in her drippy Dragon-cunt. "My Bad Slut; time to get Fucked." Love growls, deeply in her chest like she's on the hunt and slips her fingers around your throat, yanking you back up aso that your back is to her chest, her breasts pressing warmly into you as her cocks shift forward and /up/ pushing forcefully into the wall of your pussy as she bucks her hips, rutting into you with speed and rough fucking care.

Cyrus's jaw trembled and she smiiles as her furthest depths are pounded by Love's powerful muscles. She felt as though she was being treated as roughly as she would if she was smaller, perhaps even moreso with the claws digging into her neck; she almost hoped they would leave marks. "I am, I'm a horrible slut, always horny, happy with a full belly of calves. Punish m-," she panted in response before Love's hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her words. No matter, she had no need for air, something that she had forgotten during her body's growth. Her body lifted off the ground as her walls were pounded with the thick trunks pounded deep inside of her. Her drooling sex poured down more of her arroused juices, forming a considerable puddle at their feet, mostly hers though a portion certainly came from her mistress' dripping draconic sex. Held strongly by Love's powerful grip, and her clit occupied by the tender kisses from her lover's tentacles, her hands moved down to her massively swollen udders and grabbed at her four teats, pinching two together in each hand she gave them rough desperate tugs, spraying out geysers of fresh milk to bathe this feline city's roads with more of her own fluids. Her hands didn't have quite the same domininant will in them that Love's did, but it made her throat rumble in pleasure as her hidiously swollen and large udders were drained of what she was certain was more milk than her udders could be milked of at one time when she was smaller with one tug. She could get used to being this big.

Loveblade purrs deeply in her throat as a shiver runs through the length of her body, twisting and pulsing in her veins like a crystal need, shivs of pleasure stabbing into her nerves so deep it cuts like ice, leaving her hot, and savage. That hand on your throat slams you back into her open mouth, dagger teeth sinking into your shoulder posessively as she claims you for her own, holding you there as she plows roughly into your needy folds, stretched almost beyond endurance and roughly filled to the breaking point. She grips and holds you there as you play, pain and pleasure, her tongues lapping at your blood when it flows, feeding on your life as two hands move around to your front to start milking your breast with tender care, the only gentle thing she's done. Warming while rutting, Love cups your cheek with a free hand and her growls quiet gently for a minute, the only sound she makes the hard purrs of a satisfied male inside his Bitch, fucking her raw.

Her throat free, Cyrus' lips pucked and a long feminine low escapes her muzzle as Love's teeth sinks into her shoulder. The stabbing pain and warmth from the running blood makes her a little light headed for a moment, but as her dragon lover's hands cup her breasts she smiles and turns her head to the side, affectionately nuzzling her lover's head, moaning and sighing as she is brutally fucked and handled with all of the insctint of a predator dealing with its prey. Eager to please her manificent lover, she closes her eyes and tries focusing on her inner muscles. Though stretched wider than she had ever thought would have been possible, her walls massaging Love's lengths as Cyrus clenches them with all of her focus. It makes her body weak, as every twitch of a muscle only rubbing the nerves inside of her more harshly against the thick veiny shafts as they are bucked deep inside of her, its worth it to hear the deep gutteral noises rolling constantly out of her lover's throat.

Loveblade pulls her hips back and you feel the tightness the pulling sucking motion of your body stretched and pulsing, her tentacles moving carefully around you while along your back and between her breasts leaks one huge member and another pokes out between your legs like a cock of your own, her teeth settling in and the tongues cleaning the wounds as she pulls back /slowly/ her eyes glowing with reconstruction to heal your leaking wounds, speed picking up once more while the hand on your chest pulls you back and slides up your neck to turn your cheek quickly to her need and kiss. Lips meet, her mouth hot and tasting of your red blood upon her lips as she takes your broad flat muzzle with her own, solid and sharp. The kiss is everything she wants, dropping a heat into her internal balls, churning with needful seed and desire that builds wetly, pre now free-flowing inside of you at every deep thrust. The insatiable squirming of her lengths along her own cocks is driving her insane, the twisting unlike everything that has come before while she kisses you, hands milking, eyes bright and then, orgasm. Gallons of seed flood your canal, tightly packed already but the squirming, flooding tentacles acting like screws to press and pack the cum at the entrance of your womb, the pressure building high enough to push some in to feed your growing babies with their fathers cum, helping them grow big, and strong inside of you while tickling any eggs that may remain. She roars and hands find your back, shoving you into the ground while she holds your neck, scent rolling over your body in motions of need.

Cyrus feels the warmth of her own milk cooling on the groudn against her face, her eyes growing half lidded as the gallons of cum are poured into her stomach. Though barely capable of keeping her eyes open or using her arms to cotninue to milk herself, her stretched filled walls continue to squeeze her lover's length, trying to milk every drop into her body, despite how occupied her womb may already be. She felt large before, but her stomach absolutely rumbles as she it bloats beyond her her belief. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," she tries to say, though the line of words comes out a jumbled murmur of a incoherent mumbles. She does not care though, contented and relieved to have been used so roughly, but tries again for two words that make a difference. "Thank you."

Loveblade slides her body across yours and slips her fingers around under you to play with your nipples, leaning her weight across your back and smiling while lips find your hair and move lower, lower still to lick and kiss at your neck and shoulder, the healing fixing it as though it were never there as she leaks down your thigh, tentacles sighing in ecstasy "Oh Cyrus, Gods!...So good,... you taste like heaven...such a fine Bitch...We Love You!...Momma is so proud of you..." the mouths lauding pleasure and care over your needs while they lick and murr, rubbing lips and tongue to warm you, adding their saliva to the mix while Love keeps her cocks inside of you, across your back and nestled between your breasts, stroking across your udder with the hard veiny surface that slowly seems to be pulled back inside her pussy with the rest of her cocks, the feeling indescribably pleasant as they unload cum over /every/ inch within.

"It's all the marbling, that or the constant basting you give my body," Cyrus tiredly joked as her healing wounds were kissed and her body showered with affection. She looked down at the tentacles and, being unable to move very much to do it on her lips, kissed one of the small mouths. "Taste as much of me as you like, my body is yours in any way you want." She rested her hands on her stomach, feeling far fuller than she could ever recall, even while she was less than half of Love's size. Her stomach felt so full, making audible noises as she drummed her fingers on the taut dome. It was a feeling she never wanted to fade, but knew would the moment Love's lengths left her hole, then she recalled her toy. She grabbed the now heavily stained and torned pieces of her skirt and rummaged through the pockets. She pulled out a toy, shaped like a canine cock with two knots. It surprised her that it looked big even now, but could only suspect the device's nanite qualities played a part in it. "You mind helping me put this in after you pull out my love?" she said holding the toy up. "I don't want to lose any of you."

Loveblade reaches around to you as she purrs and smiles, the toy now in her hands "Hmmm, this is interesting, but basic. I think it's nice" she smiles and rubs it along the lips of her adoring tentacle, they kiss and suckle at it like a lost lover, wetting it for insertion and cleaning it at once. "This will be nice." she purs and grips your chest, pulling back and lifting lightly against your body "I never thought you'd have any kind of problem here," Love smiles and tugs you closer, "You are my Lady, no matter what, and I think, one night soon, I would love to take you dancing." Love smiles and strokes your udders "I can think of a few things that would go fetchingly with this if you would like to try. I'd be honored to practice with you ~<3" She purrs and pumps her hips back and forth "We already can twerk." Love slides the plug to the entrance of your pussy and sighs "I wanted to fall asleep inside you, but we will do that another ninght" pulling back slowly while stroking your flank "That's it girl, slowly, and sweetly ~<3 You smell so good, did you know that dear heart? Do you like your new size, cow-girl? You want to stay this size for a while?" Love grins as her massively flared cocks *pop!* out, quickly sliding your toy in place to block the river of cum flooding out like you were at the stall in the breeding pens. "Because I think I know just the thing..."

Cyrus's body became electric as the toy slid inside of her and stopped the flood of cum from existing her. It immediately began vibrating inside of her as the nanites powered it, stiring up the still warm seed around inside her. Her ears twitched as her face grows flush and she softly giggles. "I'm not sure I'd be much good at dancing. These hooves aren't very elegant and I'm so big I'd just end up losing my balance and make a fool of myself," she said, looking down at her large breasts, stomach and udders. She places a hand over the one on her udders, lacing her fingers between Love's. "But If you want me to join you I'd be willing to make a fool of myself for you no matter what you asked." She pressed her generous ass back against Love's body, finding one of her cocks and giving it a squeeze. "If you really want to sleep inside me there's always another hole though, and yeah, I think I may stay this way for the time being. You took me in a way I've never been fucked before, and you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself as well."

Loveblade cuddles you close, her cocks out and haning down low, thick and semi-hard while they stroke along your thighs, her eyes smiling while she cuddles you close and gently kneads her fingers into your breasts, swaying back and forth with you hip to hip, and one hand moving to her side-pouch and coming back up to give you a small black bock with what looks like a camera lens on the end. "This is yours dear heart, since I think it was something you wanted from the beginning. It will keep you my size and more, so that when we meet again, I can stretch you even further. I have my Talakai abilities for the smaller folkes so I fit them perfectly, but I want to stretch your wet, sloppy cow-cunt wide, and fill you with our babies. "She smiles and rubs your belly gently "We'll have to find some more Studs for you too so that the herd grows safely." Love smiles and kisses your neck "I would love to take you dancing, and nothing you coudl ever do would make you a fool, wife." Eyes alight with care, Love hugs you firmly to her and kisses your neck, laying her muzzle alongside yours, breath and lips press and tickle your cheek as she rubs you both together, angling her cock up with your ass, her eyes glowing once again and you feel a sudden loose wetness in your bum, her Nanomagics making lube inside of you "You beautiful slut. Come here" she growls and slips her three quarter erect cock to your ass, and puts you down, supporting your head and hair as you bend over and pushing your lower back gently in so that she can press into you, the lip of your pucker spasms and her flared horse-headed cock squirts fiercely and pushes inside, ready as she takes you back to your joint straw-bed it the market, carefully laying you down with her and stroking your cheek "Love you dear, now please sleep ~<3 "