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“Are we sure we should even be out here, Fallin? It feels like something is in the air that makes this magic practice feel a little different…”
Fallin had decided to spend time with Marcille, wanting to get away from the rest of the party for the night. It still felt early on within the dungeon, not quite close to the lower levels which they desired. As the team slept, they entered the forest-looking locale not too far away from the camp, deciding this was the best time to do what they needed.
“We should be just fine,” Fallin insisted. “We’re far enough from the group that I don’t think they’ll hear us as we’re doing this.”
Marcille hummed with concern, despite nodding at her longtime friend. “It’s just that the floor has an odd air to it. I can’t tell what it is, exactly, but everything feels like the forest is playing tricks on us.”
Fallin. “How can the air play tricks on us, Marcille? You can’t let your fear overtake what’s right in front of you?”
“Well, you know me…” Marcille said with a nervous laugh. “I guess I always have this weird sixth sense lingering over me, that maybe there really is something around us looking over us.”
“And I keep telling you, you’re overthinking it. Just take in the air around you, Marcille. It’s pretty nice and inviting, if you ask me.”
“Maybe for you,” Marcille groaned under her breath. Sometimes there were moments like this, where Fallin’s eyes looked shut, that she had to wonder if she really could see what was all around them. The forest itself felt as though the trees were long dead, with nothing there to indicate that life still came from the roots. An odd statement, considering the dungeon, but even with that in mind, they had made their way through a variety of different locales that were more lively than this. It made the environment feel much less lived in, and more so haunted.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Fallin said. “You can show me what you’re capable of, it’s going to be all right so long as I’m here.”
“Okay, fine,” Marcille said with a heavy exhale, “but only because I’ve known you long enough to trust you.”
That was when Marcille started to project her spells in the air, with Falin kneeling near a dead tree with an open knot inside, observing her yellow haired elf friend working hard to better cast her spells. She was in admiration of the sight, how the elf held her staff while focusing on what life there still might have been in such an environment.
As she kept her focus on working her spells into the forest of trees and their lack of leaves, Marcille felt something in the air swelling. It seemed to her that there was indeed something to this floor, but she hadn’t quite figured out what it was just yet.
Falin hummed, as she was able to study Marcille’s form while she practiced her magic incantation. Her wardrobe felt as though it was starting to tighten up on her, causing her to stiffen up in the lower body region. She let out a light groan, one that caught the attention of her longtime elf friend, causing her to stop her incantation.
“Falin? Are you all right?” Marcille asked.
“It’s fine, really,” she insisted, “you just go ahead and work on your magic, I’ll be fine…”
“I guess,” Marcille whimpered. “I don’t know why, but it just feels like the atmosphere is starting to go to my…head…?”
Before she went back to practicing her magic, she took notice of the size of her bosom, as it had definitely grown outwards from where it laid. Marcille knew she was not a very hefty girl, nothing like Falin’s build. As an elf, she was slender, perhaps a bit lanky, and her chest size made that quite evident to go along with her build. So it was much more obvious as the weight fell into her bosom that something was amiss with her.
“What…what the fuck?” Marcille asked with immense worry.
“Marcille?” Falin asked, standing up from her spot in the forest. “What’s wrong with-...GAAAAH!”
Falin tripped over something, though what it was did not become immediately obvious to her or her elf friend. She stumbled into Marcille, who managed to catch her in the nick of time, though her head still managed to land atop the grown bosom of the yellow haired healer.
“Falin, what happened?” Marcille asked. “What could have…um, what could have…Falin?”
The elf grew a bit disgusted with her friend and party member, as her face landed atop her inflated bosom, refusing to leave even after it had cushioned her fall. Annoyed, Marcille used her wooden staff to wedge between her friend’s face and her chest, lifting it up to make the Tall-Man face her.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, I guess I fell asleep,” Falin replied.
“Your eyes are always shut, what are you talking about?!” shouted Marcille. “And how could you fall asleep on…this?!”
“Because it’s so soft, like a pillow,” Falin said in a sweetened tone. She rested her hands atop the swollen bosom, making Falin nervous as she kept them on top. As she fondled them, annoying Marcille as she continued to adjust to such a change, the Tall-man finally asked, “Wait, when did you get them…?”
“That’s what I wanna know!” whined Marcille. “There’s something going on in this forest and I don’t like it and I just wanna go back to the camp and wake up from this grossly perverted dream!”
“I don’t think it’s a dream,” Falin insisted.
“How can you teYEOW!”
Falin immediately pinched down on Marcille’s nipple poking against her robes, causing severe pain to her senses. The elf backed away from her perverted friend, despite the weirdly innocent smile on her face. “What’s wrong? I thought you might like this.”
“It hurt, you idiot,” Marcille hissed.
“But see, now you know this isn’t a dream.”
“Then, that must mean…”
Gulping, Marcille couldn’t help herself, disrobing right in front of Falin. Normally she would be incredibly embarrassed to do something of the sort in front of her Tall-man friend, but as she was worried about the state of her physique, she didn’t have much of an excuse to run and hide away, especially since she was starting to see similar developments occur within Falin.
After lifting her robes up, Marcille felt a drop from the fabric of her skin, yelping as it nearly threw her off balance. Once she regained the weight of her gravity, she stood upright to have a proper look at herself, realizing where the problem lied; she did indeed grow big breasts, but they were starting to grow larger and larger by the second, growing a half-inch until there was nowhere left to grow. Right now, they were down to her upper stomach, the underside of her breasts meeting with the belly button, while they grew outwards like a balloon.
“Uuuuunbelievable…” Marcille said with tranquil panic. “Falin, are you getting a look at…uh…at…ummmm?”
“What’s wrong, Marcille?” Falin asked quietly yet curiously.
When the yellow haired elf pointed down to her groin, Falin’s head curled to her chin to see what the matter was. “Oh, I thought my robes were getting a little too tight,” she said. “I guess I’m having the same growth issues that you were.”
“NO! I mean yes, but also no! You have something else growing under there, Falin!”
“I do?”
“I don’t know how you’re not feeling it, but yes!”
Indeed, as Falin lifted her robes up from her feet to over her bosom, she could see that her chest had indeed expanded at some point. However, they were still at a point where she was able to see past them, looking down at the other thing she ended up growing.
“Oh, so maybe that’s what I tripped over.” Falin poked at the giant pecker before her, pushing down at the oddly sharp looking tool placed on her. “I guess it’s nice, but what is it supposed to be?”
“A penis,” Marcille moaned, her face turning red the further she elaborated on it. “A…A dragon penis…”
“Really? How do you know that-?”
“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Laughing loudly, the yellow haired healer chose to ignore that question, focusing on her friend’s new form. “Nevermind that, we need to figure out what we’re dealing with and what we can do about it! Now where’s my book…?”
The rummage for the magic guidebook was tougher than Marcille would have liked, as her new assets were getting in the way. She could barely see what she was pulling out, let alone the fact she could barely see over them. She managed to find her book, pulling it open to see what she could find…
“Here, let me help with that, Marcille.” Falin proceeded to flip the book around, resting it on the elf’s bosom while flipping through the pages. The yellow haired healer was visibly annoyed, her cheeks puffing out for a moment while she inspected the tome.
“You’re really living off of this, aren’t you,” Marcille mumbled.
“Of course,” Falin replied, “how else am I supposed to…ohhhh, I see now.”
“What? What do you see?!”
“Apparently there’s a perverted trickster somewhere out here in the woods,” she explained. “It seems that these woods have an air to them represented by a former jester to the late king.”
“A jester, huh,” Marcille said, looking down at her expanding bosom. “Well, he must be a very perverted kind of jester…”
“It says here that there’s nothing we can do to reverse it,” Falin explained. “Well, except we need to fully drain ourselves of the fluids inside it.”
“So then what about your dragon penis?” Marcille asked with concern.
“I’d be more worried about the giant horse shaft you have right now.”
“Haha, very funnnnnnnyyyyy…”
Marcille might not have seen it properly, but she could certainly feel something unsheathing from her groin, expanding outwards into a bloom from her clit. The end turned into a flared tip, still growing out and longer until it bumped up against the pointy build of Falin’s dragon penis.
“Are you kidding me…?” Marcille asked with defeated annoyance. “So now I have more than just these milk bags to drain?”
“Come on, Marcille, it could still be fun!” Falin insisted. “I wouldn’t mind it. Besides, we don’t want the rest of the party to know what we’re up to.”
“Why is that again?” Marcille asked as her Tall-man friend fell to her knees. “I mean I get that we don’t want them to ask any questions, but at the same time, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to keep a little bit of this larger size…”
“Well, what if we do? Wouldn’t it just swell back up to its current state?”
The elf didn’t want to admit she had a point, lifting her massive chest udders up to let her Tall-man friend fondle her horse cock. “Just…just get down there and help me out, already…”
Falin said nothing else, only nodding as she brought her lips over the flared tip and sucked away at the shaft. Marcille let out a heavy sigh, as though her friend had ended up unlocking a spot of pleasure on her. The tongue tickled away at the urethra, with the elf inhaling through her nostrils while she gripped her wooden staff tightly, struggling to deal with the wild experience that this oral service gave her.
“SHLLLLLP!”
The sound Falin made with her mouth almost made Marcille jump, noticing the light sloshing that occurred in her bosom as a result. It was curious to witness, as she was starting to slowly suspect that the more spherical shape of her tits compared to how a normal person’s would appear was done on purpose. While the Tall-man continued to play with her penis, sputtering out her saliva to make more of it on the shaft, the elf couldn’t help but poke her finger into her nipple, pushing it into her enlarged bosom while it grew lost inside the inflated mammary.
When Marcille let go of it, she watched as the nub popped out, appearing more erect than when it was when it came back out of its marshmallow prison. It was standing at attention, with goosebumps suddenly forming on the areola and some of the surrounding skin. As it kept swelling, blue veins were starting to become present on both breasts at large, with the elf unable to help herself and run her fingers over them. However, that was far from the most egregious change to her tits when the nub came back out.
“What's…what's…what's leaking out of my boob?” Marcille asked in a panic.
Looking up from her spot on the floor, Falon licked her lips at the sight of Marcille’s tits, as the erect nipple had a white fluid escaping from inside. It seemed it was squirting out of a few spots, let alone the very front and center of the tip, dripping down the curvature of the breast even as it kept swelling up. The Tall-man recognized it right away, though it still spooked the healing elf after the fact.
“Oh, that? It looks like breast milk.”
“Breast m-m-milk?!” Marcille staggered. “But that means I might be pregnant!”
“I…think it's only part of the magic we were infected with…” Falin rightfully suggested.
“So then we have to leak these too?!”
“It looks like it. But don't worry, we have plenty of time. It's not daytime yet outside the dungeon.”
“Nevermind that,” Marcille moaned, staring at the leaky tit, “I'm more afraid we might wake them up. Or even worse, we get no sleep…”
Falin had already gone back to milking Marcille, but not from her boobs. She sucked away at the horse-shaped dick, even trying to lift her own milk jugs to meet with the girth equine meat. They were heavy, sagging with the immense gallons still filling up the soft sacks of skin, but the Tall-man was still quite eager to make it work so that she could help the elf drain the huge leather nuts clenching up at her thighs.
With a little more effort, Falin managed to push her lips further down the horse member, as it was so snug in her mouth that it pushed her jawline to the point it nearly stretched away from her head. She was amazed how far her mouth could go, but it was not going to be the only thing that would help Marcille and her erection, or with depleting the fluids from her balls.
“Here, Falin, why don't I try to help you out while you're doing that?”
As Marcille realized so much attention was coming her way with no reciprocation as of yet, she squeezed her calves around Falin’s giant scaly meat, trying to move her legs back and forth while her mammary continued to seep out the white fluid. It wasn't the most comfortable effort on her end, but the healer was trying to give it all she could. The dragon dick barely reached her mouth for now, and felt the need to massage it.
As she gave pleasure to Falin, Marcille had finally succeeded in lifting the giant tit towards her mouth, trying to hold it balanced so that the dripping nipple made its way to her lips. As the elf gave herself a suckle, she felt the taste of her self made dairy hit her taste buds, in a bit of shock over the taste. It was weirdly sweet, unexpected of any milk she had ever tasted. She continued to drink more of herself, starving for something now that she was awake this late in the night, needing sustenance to keep her active and work out this weird magic they were hit by.
With Falin’s lips still around the member, she focused more on rubbing her way down the member and fitting every inch inside her throat, having such a hard time getting further down than she already was. The flared horse tip bulged inside her throat, slowly rocking about a portion of the space while failing to avoid her gag reflex thanks to its girth. Every motion felt like a choke hold from within, yet she was quite stubborn in refusing to back away and declare this a failure.
Of course, what else was stopping her was the size of her tits, as they kept bumping away at Marcille's legs and pelvic region. The nipples kept hitting away at her thighs, slowly growing longer and erect the more they hit that soft elf skin. While the large milk orbs massaged away at what saliva had gathered on the rod, there was a growing desire for the Tall-man to play with her stiff nubs, as they maintained such a raw state that she felt the need to scratch the itch coming from them.
Once she started brushing her fingernails over it a particular way, that was when both of her nipples began to lactate. Her milk started dripping in quick succession from her boobs, making a mess on the ground beneath them. It started pooling up, but not too largely, at the feet of Marcille. All Falin could think to herself was how relieved she was to at least have the hole in the dam now, just to get herself started in draining from these massive jugs.
Soon, Falin dropped her gigantic mammaries, as they were still too much for her to handle if she wanted to gulp down that big fat horse dick. She grabbed hold of Marcille’s ass, amazed that it did not grow along with the other assets, and helped pump her back and forth against her face to force the meat to go straight down her gullet.
Marcille felt thrown off by the sudden motions back and forth, as her huge breasts started bouncing and jiggling from the movements given to her by her Tall-man friend. Her milk splashed about as a result of her constant motions, swearing that when the breasts smacked into her chest that it made more of the creamy liquid splash from her nubs. Falin felt it, the dairy landing atop her head, but she wasn’t too concerned while she did her own duties to milk her elf friend for all she was worth.
“Falin, are you sure you’ve got a hang on that thing?” Marcille asked of her own horse dick. “Because I don’t want you to end up choking or anything-GAH!”
Surprisingly, Falin’s lips pushed deeper onto Marcille, shooting from partways at the start in less than a minute. From the healer’s angle, all she needed was a little bit of a warm-up.
Falin bobbed away, pumping at Marcille’s staff until she felt the veins along the length starting to pump. The elf was ready to blow, even if she didn’t notice it herself. Despite the heavier breathing, her tongue hanging out, and the playful way her fingers pushed at her lactating nipples as though she were trying to enlarge them, the signs were painfully more obvious to the Tall-man, who felt the flared tip somewhere deep in her clavicle.
“Gyaaaaaah!”
Marcille doubled over, her breasts resting on Falin’s head, as she felt a spike in her cock. A climax was had by the elf, shooting her milky seed down the Tall-man’s throat. As her breasts squished atop her party member’s head, it was difficult to see past such incredibly large mammaries, unaware of what was going on with her friend’s stomach until she had completed the climax. As her balls clenched up, milk shot harder from her nipples, spraying around Falin while barely touching her body. It felt like a waste, and yet was fine just enough to decrease all that swelling for just a while. At least if it wasn’t still producing the dairy fluids, she could feel relief that she was returning to normal, bit by bit.
After Falin popped her lips off the shaft, she stood up to meet with Marcille’s gaze. With cream on her face, Marcille pushed her bosom up against the elf’s, watching her face turn red as their nipples pressed into one another, milk trickling down their breasts and onto their dicks. The horse cock bumped into the scaly, rough crown of the Tall-man’s dragon dick, a great worry in the healer’s mind that the thing was about to dock inside her. Gulping, she froze up in place as the other party member shook their boobs against one another.
“This is kind of fun, right, Marcille?” Falin asked.
“Well, I guess, but it’s still very weird…” Marcille tapped her pointer fingers together, as if she were ashamed to admit that she liked the time she spent together with her Tall-man companion. And despite the fact that her dick had just released its fluids, it was still standing tall, just as erect as it was when it first revealed herself.
“I think we need to help you a little more,” Falin said, pivoting on her heels. The Tall-man fell forward, with Marcille wishing desperately to break her fall. Alas, her massive bosom and swollen belly cushioned her fall, though a good amount of milk shot out of her tits thanks to the impact and the weight of the body landing on top. It was only then that the elf even registered that her friend had a larger gut, no doubt due to the output of semen that they swallowed just recently.
Looking back to Marcille, Falin giggles, slapping her own rear in her direction. “Well? Why not go ahead and put it in my ass?”
Marcille froze up, her cock twitching and bouncing as she bit her lip. Falin’s ass was indeed nice and big, even without any additional things going on down below. The more stiff her dick became, the higher her urges increased.
“Gyaaaahh, I can’t take it anymooooore!”
Marcille lunged herself on top of Falin, her bosom dropping on top of Falin’s back with milk shooting into the back of her scalp. Holding onto the Tall-man for dear life, she forced her cock into her backside, hearing the squeal from her friend as it squeezed through the sphincter with surprising ease. The party’s healer decided she was better off not asking about it, as she was far too horny to question anything further. Right now, her dick needed to sheathe itself inside something, and her friend was offering, after all.
“Ouuuugh, Falin, you’re so tiiiiight!” Marcille growled. “How am I even inside you?!”
“Don’t question iiiiit,” Falin squeaked as the flared tip stretched her anus out. “Just keep it going, keep it going, keeeeeep it gooiiiiiiing!”
If Falin’s eyes were visible, Marcille could have likely seen how they rolled back from the enjoyment of being dicked by such a stallion staff. As the dick now clogged up her hole, the fluids seeped inside were sloshing about as she rocked back and forth, with the elf’s constant bucking of her rump helping to pleasure her from behind. Even better, her scaly dragon shaft was stuck underneath her belly and bosom, meaning that it was getting a hefty amount of attention from her body while she made such subtle movements underneath her own weight, and that of the healer.
Marcille tried to reach out for Falin’s boobs to satisfy her desire to fondle such big melons. Alas, as her own milk sacks were still full of the lactating dairy, it was impossible for her to reach out. The elf decided to try a few different things to help assist her in decreasing the shape of her boobs, such as slapping them down onto the Tall-man’s back, and pushing her elbows down atop them to make the jets of milk shoot from her nubs a little faster.
Falin moaned as she tried to reach out for her own nipples, grabbing hold of one breast so that she could get the nub close to her mouth. With her lips wide open, she did her best to squirt the milky fluid into her mouth. But with Marcille ramming away at her rear, her cock disappearing under all the massive gallons of cum still in her stomach, it was difficult to keep the aim properly pointed into her mouth, prompting her to stick her tongue out in an attempt to get some kind of flavor onto her. It was a delight, and she could properly get an idea of how sweet and delicious it could be, but even for all that came with it, the squirts were barely giving off enough pressure for her to actually get any satisfyingly strong taste on the buds of her tongue.
But she could feel Marcille’s milk showering her from the back of her head, no doubt from her hands still being on top of her bosom to try and push it all out of her chest in the hopes of depleting everything further. It gave Falin an idea on what they could do to rectify it, although she was more than certain Falin might not be so open to the deal given how awkward it would be to shift around while they had so much added weight on top of them.
“S-Still,” Falin said, as though she were continuing her thoughts verbally after thinking to herself for so long, “it feels really good in me! How far do you think it can stretch, Marcille?”
“Wh-Who cares?!” Marcille growled, her hips swinging rapidly into Falin’s rump while the cheeks barely rippled under all the weight of their thick breasts. “Just let me focus on pleasing my shaft! I can’t think when you talk!”
“Aw, I doubt that,” Falin said, continuing to let her milk spray her face like an awkwardly cheap squirt gun.
Marcille sucked on her lip, biting her teeth down onto it while she felt a liquid seep from her urethra and go inside Falin’s rear end, though it was not the fluid needed to get her off and hopefully drain her balls. The leathery horse nuts clenched up as they swung away at Falin’s dragon balls, hearing her yelp the more aggressive the healing elf was with her own efforts. Naturally, with so many fluids leaking out, it would be little to no surprise that there was still more coming to spare.
In this case, Falin’s dragon dick was leaking out a clear fluid, with the Tall-man witnessing it pooling into the dirt underneath her to create a muddy patch. As it gained attention from her sloshing belly and the weight of her giant tits, she was still receiving some pleasure. Even with Marcille driving her dick through her rectal cavity, it was becoming clear that she was in a state of arousal unlike anything she had witnessed before, wishing that she could have more of it by the time they were done with finishing themselves off to remove the air of magic around them to return to normal before anyone woke up.
That was when Falin decided to do something a little different. As her cock was able to squeeze through her bosom, she managed to change the angle of the scaly crown so that it pointed to her mouth, managing to lick it clean of all the clear nectar that had been leaking its way out of the urethra. She found a lot of attention coming her way, between her own attempts at pleasure and Marcille’s constant thrusts into her anus. It was enough that she felt she was no doubt going to burst the same way the healer had, though the elf was in the same vein with how her horse cock throbbed against her anal cavity.
The elf was starting to slow down her motions, but there was much more power in how she rocked her hips inside of Falin. She stared into the distant emptiness of the forest in the night, focusing on only one thing; breeding the Tall-man. Her hips were starting to lose feeling by the time the flared tip of her horse dick spiked deeper into the rear end, but it was all worth it for what Falin would feel in a moment.
Marcille dropped her hips down on the ass with one sudden smack, holding herself in place while her face turned bright red. She held back from release for a few seconds more, letting the pleasure build up before she shot her hose of semen straight through the back tunnel. The massive loads pumped away with such a harsh blast that, thanks to the massive loads already stuffed into her stomach, that there was no more room inside her belly. Thus, it made its way through the Tall-man’s tall body, and shot through Falin’s mouth until it sprayed out of her own orifice, getting the crown of her dragon dick as milky wet as the ground they were pleasing themselves on top.
“Whoa! Holy fuck!” When Marcille finally saw what her semen was doing, she popped her cock out of Falin’s anus, though the semen still shooting out splashed onto her backside. Her hair and back were covered in the mess, with some jizz leaking out of her stretched out sphincter. The elf looked concerned, deciding to help the Tall-man up from the ground, just to see if there was any progress on her end for everything they were trying to do.
“Did anything shrink down?” Marcille asked.
“It doesn’t feel like it,” Falin sighed. “I guess we’re going to have to keep it up.”
“I don’t know,” Marcille yawned, “I’m starting to feel a little tired…”
Falin’s brow furrowed, annoyed that Marcille might give up so easily. Refusing to take this as defeat, the Tall-man held up her dragon dick, measuring its height against Marcille by using her bosom to hold it up. The elf blinked, asking aloud, “What…do you think you’re doing?”
“Measuring,” Falin replied. “I have a pretty good idea for how we can keep this going until we’re drained.”
“So what’s the ideAAAAA!”
Falin pushed Marcille onto her back, the healing elf doubling over. The Tall-man took advantage of this, mounting her friend and pushing their giant boobs together while her swollen belly weighed her to the ground. This placed the horse dick between them, with Falin making sure that she shoved her dragon dick to the sphincter, shoving its way inside her rear end with enough force that Marcille felt it.
“Sorry, Marcille,” Falin said as her dragon cock shoved deeper inside her anus, “but there's only one way I want to drink milk for ourselves!”
“Grrrraaaaaaah!”
Still taken back by the sudden pounce and anal thrusting, Marcille had more to witness as Falin pounded her rear while her head tried to reach for the breasts and suckle on them like a delicious treat. Her lips locked down on the nubs after she pulled them together and tugged on them with her teeth, doing all she could to suck the dairy right out. As she continued to do this, the horse shaft was rubbed at by the constant motions, the milk pouring all over when Falon forgot to gulp down the lactating sex.
That milk helped to lubricate the shaft, Marcille feeling Falin move around faster thanks to the dairy she fed her friend. But more important was the realization that the harder Falin rocked into her body, the deeper the dragon’s shaft went. It wasn't much longer than her own horse shaft, but it was starting to dawn on the healing elf that it was much more likely that she was just that much more persistent in a goal compared to her efforts this far.
It was when Marcille felt it pushing at the top of her stomach before bulging at the skin lining her chest that she realized what was going on, as every buck to her anus brought the crown of the cock closer to her throat. Compared to her horse cock, it was certainly going further than she anticipated, even with her own member buried by four massive bags of milk. She couldn't quite touch it herself because of that, and Falin was so busy slurping up her milk that it was being given little attention, even if she had already been pampered greatly in comparison.
Then it made its way through Marcille’s throat. A very odd sensation, as she felt as though she was choking on something coming up rather than going down. Falin showed how adamant she was to pull this off as her hips thrusted fastly into her anus, the constant bump of her cum filled belly slamming down into her leathery balls. The crown made its way out of her throat, trying to bulge its way out of her mouth as the jawline remained shut on her end.
“Come on, Marcille,” Falin demanded, “open! Up!”
“HWARGH!”
Marcille drooled as the scaly tip made its way out of her mouth, her eyes wide in shock at the realization it made it all the way through her body. She was stuck watching the strangely colored member pushing through her lips, with Falin just staring it down, licking her lips once they let go of the leaking nipples.
“Oh, wow, I can't wait to try sucking myself off.” Falin then proceeded to wrap her lips around the crown, bobbing her head along with the rhythm of her hips so that she could eventually touch down on Marcille’s, just to gulp it all when she finally released. All the whole, the elf couldn't help but see a pattern with who was getting filled up when it came to these wild orgasms from their bestial shafts.
Falin met with Marcille’s lips, her thrusts slowing down as the moment of wild, feral sex turned into a moment of awkward intimacy, depending on who was asked. As they shared their kiss, their tongues tried to meet with one another, the girth of the dragon dick too thick for them to reach at. While the healing elf enjoyed this moment, judging by her clenched balls and throbbing dick, the moment became short lived once the Tall-man reminded herself what their goal was supposed to be in draining their assets.
Shots of precum left the dragon dick, as did the fluid from Marcille’s horse rod. The girls were pent up, knowing they needed this to let loose the magic flowing into them to make them so bizarrely changed. Yet the feeling of pleasure built up in their sacks was too much, a sensation they wished they could hold onto. Sadly, such a thing was never meant to last, and if they had to unleash it, there was no better time than now.
“Gmmmmph!”
“Rhm khrrrrrmph!”
As Marcille felt the splash of jizz hitting her chin from the stallion staff, Falin’s dragon cock spurted into her mouth, spitting its spunk into her throat and back to her stomach, where it all had been bloating up since the beginning. Their dicks sprayed out all that their balls had in them, while milk squeezed its hardest from their mammaries, slowly deflating the milk bared inside. As the scrotum had nothing more to store within them, the balls began to shrink down, the first sign that they were returning to a state of normalcy, as their vaginal lips were returning in place of the sacks.
The milk finally depleted from their giant boobs, shrinking their way back down to normal size. Marcille became as flat as she normally had been, though Falin still had a decent size chest still lying on her. The dragon dick soon left her mouth, shrinking its way awkwardly through her body until it popped its way out of her sphincter. Her horse shaft went back to being her clit, and the two laid in the forest with exhausted expressions, their eyes glazed over from such an intense moment together.
“Thank goodness,” Marcille sighed. “We’re back to normal…”
“Well…almost…” Falin rolled off of Marcille, the elf watching her belly slosh about while she sat upright, patting away at it with a nervous laugh. “How do we get rid of all this…?”
“Uhhhhhhh…”