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| − | <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." | + | <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." |
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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."
