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Within the second layer in the abyss, inside a treehouse outpost near the entrance to the third layer, spaced out, low squeaks emanated from a particular room. They came out with a deliberate rhythm, slow and drawn out, giving them a strange ominous feeling to them. Looking inside the room itself, a mostly conventional-looking kitchen, with warm natural tree walls and a polished hardwood floor housing the basic cooking amenities. The source of the strange sound, was the hunched-over figure of a tall woman with white and black hair, dipping a cloth in a bucket and pressing the cloth overly firmly into the wood producing the squeaking. Lacking her trademark coat, she was sporting a blank tank top that showed off her well-toned, needle-speckled arms while she cleaned. In a very rare moment of generosity, Ozen had allowed her apprentice Marulk to skip out on chores to play with the guests Riko and Reg.
And so, she found herself cleaning the floors, albeit in her own… special, way. In addition, she continually muttered to herself about how annoying this was. “Marulk… Letting your master do your chores… I’ll have to punish you… Ahuhu…” Her natural unreasonable nature made her twist even her kinder acts inside her head, absorbing herself in her own little world while she haphazardly scrubbed. Suddenly, her hand stopped mid-swab, and without thinking much about it, she slunk underneath the low dining table. Despite her size and natural intimidating presence, she had several cat-like tendencies. One of which was an inclination to conceal herself in small spaces, something she was surprisingly good at much to Marulk’s chagrin, as she would often spook him when he least expected it.
Having heard them well in advance with her superior senses, the pair of Riko and Marulk completely failed to notice the inky-black woman slunk against the floor, as she soundlessly shifted around with dexterous movements to avoid direct lines of sight. A smile crept across her face, the two of them had no idea she was there, as they chatted away about random meaningless babble, putting on a pot of tea. Riko was already terrified of Ozen, so the look on her face from a jumpscare would be absolutely delicious. How should she do it? Should she leap at her like a spider pouncing on its prey? Should she wait until she looked away and just simply appear in a place she wasn’t before? As she pondered, the two kids poured their tea and sat at the table. Getting a clear view of Marulk’s panties under his skirt, a very different idea of how to mess with the kids crept into her head.
“Ahuhuhu…” she chuckled under her breath, Marulk did need to be punished after all. Slowly, ever so slowly… Her fingers extended out, hovering up the sides of the boy's thighs. He wasn’t aware of her presence in the slightest.
“Mhm! It’s a bit rare down here, but sometimes Master’s underlings bring some and…! Uh, they uh, yeah, it’s really tasty!”From Riko’s perspective, Marulk merely paused mid-sentence for a moment, before hurriedly continuing his thought with a more nervous energy. Unseen to her, his panties had been yanked down in an instant, his mind taking only a split second to connect the action to his Master. She was crouched between his legs, there was no doubt, and now that his panties were removed, there was little he could do. He couldn’t bring attention to her, or even get up anymore. If he did, there’s no way Riko wouldn’t notice a third leg dangling down from his skirt.
Ozen leaned in close, burying her face underneath the blue skirt, huffing the staunch musk scent of Marulk’s balls. Her eyes, half-lidded with lust, beheld what she referred to as ‘the reason I keep Marulk around’ his incredible, unreal, 2-foot-long cock. It never failed to make her dizzy just looking at it. Smelling the sweaty scent reeking from it had her head spinning and her nipples digging into her tank top. She couldn’t help but pinch a nipple while she palmed his smooth grapefruit-sized balls. The disparity between his pathetic yet adorable appearance and this ridiculous meat monster was endlessly amusing to Ozen, she would never tire of teasing him as much as she could.
Marulk understood the assignment perfectly, Riko must not notice what is happening at any cost. Two palms pressed into the sides of his shaft and began stroking his half-chub, gradually bringing it to full hardness. On the topside, the cute crossdressing boy's cheeks became flushed, his expression locked to a strained smile as he struggled not to let the pleasure he was feeling down below sneak into his words. He couldn’t help but yelp when Ozen lurched forward, planting her lips on his sack, and began doing her best to slurp the massive orbs into her mouth.
“Auuuhhh…” He slumped forward, a low warbling moan being forced out of him, his sensitive balls the subject of lots of sloppy, wet kisses and licks. He had a heavy feeling in the pit of his balls as they were kicked into overdrive, rumbling and swirling, his cum production being turned way up.
“Are you okay?” Riko tilted her head in curiosity.
Slamming his palms on the table Marulk pulled his head up, snapping back to reality and remembering the presence of the bespectacled girl. “S-Sorry! The um, tea is really good isn’t it?” His cheeks were flushed red, with a small amount of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth that he was too distracted to notice.
“Uh, y-yeah?” While she still didn’t suspect anything, Riko was now looking intently at Marulk and his condition, something that inadvertently served to turn Marulk on even more.
At this point, he was fully erect, half the blood in his body was now in his throbbing cock, making him slightly light-headed. His balls were thus released from the messy lip-lock, but he knew that meant it was about to jump up in intensity. A hand gripped onto the underside of his dick, holding it steady while fingers wrapped around his glans. The tip of his cock was quite large, which was natural considering the size of the rest of his dick, his cumslit alone was an inch long, which made it easy for Ozen to slip her tongue inside, making out with the oh-so-sensitive insides. Her efforts were rewarded by a flood of salty, smelly, goopy precum. She drank up what she could gulping as she continued to lick and stroke him all over, but a good amount of it escaped, running down her face before sloping down onto her covered tits. The massive milkers became plastered with the gunk, it pooled in her cleavage, the heated fumes rising back up into Ozen’s face, making her flush with an even deeper hunger.
Riko, who was still quite confused at Marulk’s trembling voice and desperate attempts to turn the conversation away from himself, began to detect the scent of something. She didn’t really understand what this terrible musky scent was in her head, but her body was certainly figuring it out. A cute blushing boy in girls clothes, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks, the scent of sweaty cock in the air… It wasn’t until she felt the bulging of something in her shorts that she figured out that something lewd might be going on. However, before she could find the words, she felt a hand cupping her crotch from underneath the table.
“Hooh… Looks like I found something reaaaal interesting~”
“O-OZEN!?” Riko nearly jumped out of her seat, and she would have if Ozen hadn’t dug her fingers into the bulge to keep her painfully in place. She was frozen in place in mixed shock and fear, only able to watch as the hand unzipped her shorts, and pulled them and her underwear down. Despite being a young girl herself, she sported a secret cock that surpassed even Marulk’s ridiculous girth. It was about 26 inches, edging out the effeminate’s two-foot glory, and as it swung out, it left a trail of heated steam. Having been pent up tightly within her shorts, the young futa cock had seeped deeply in built-up sweat and heat that had nowhere to go. When the stench struck Ozen’s nostrils, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her shoulder began to tremble.
“Hwaah…♥ How nostalgic~” Goosebumps ran up Riko’s back as Ozen rubbed her cheek against the greasy shaft, “Like mother like daughter…”
“M-Mom? She was also a- Wah!” Her inquiry was cut off as Ozen took a long lap up the length of her shaft.
“If you’re anything like her…” It was a good thing Riko couldn’t see Ozen’s horrible smile, but the ominous tone of her voice still made her shudder, “Then I don’t need to be gentle.” A hand gripped around the base of her balls, And Ozen slurped the large tip into her mouth, Riko gasping at the sudden pleasure and fear. “And if you break… Ahuhuhu, I just need to throw you back in the artifact, right? Hahh~ Ahaha~” Riko buried her face in her hands, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she was terrified of what Ozen was going to do to her.
Marulk, who was still being subject to a decently paced handjob with Ozen’s free hand, raised his voice while looking at the thin gap under the table, “Y-You’re going too far again, Master!” Ozen’s hand gripped his shaft tighter in annoyance, but the boy was not about to relent, “You’re scaring her too much! I-Isn’t this kind of thing supposed to be fun for all of us!?” Her grip on both of their dicks loosened, Ozen stroking them at a lazy pace, seemingly lost in thought.
She let out a deep sigh. “Kids these days, they don’t know how to really have fun. Oh well… I’ll just have to settle for making you feel really, really good~” Riko had just a split second to look relieved before her face was forced to contort in pleasure. Ozen had opened wide and took over half her length directly into her throat in one smooth motion. She would have taken the full thing to the base, but her size advantage on Marulk meant that she was unused to the extra inches and girth. Not one to give up, she drew back to the tip before making another violent, sloppy slurp, attempting to jam the meat directly into her stomach at this point.
Through raw brutish strength, she was forcing the ridiculously thick ramrod to stretch her throat out far beyond what a throat ever should be. When she finally slid the last couple inches down her gullet, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over her as she felt the churning of Riko’s fat nuts with her chin. What remained of her gag reflex after several sessions with Marulk tugged at the sloppy sides of her throat, contracting around the dick in just the right way to elicit the biggest groan of pleasure from Riko. With water welling up in the corners of her eyes, Ozen delighted in the sight through the crack in the table, Riko’s bespectacled eyes crossing as her teeth clenched slightly.
Marulk was clearly enjoying Riko’s overstimulated face as well, his dick jumping up with particularly hard twitches in Ozen’s hand. She would have chuckled, If she was able to properly vocalize while bobbing her head up and down on the bottom inches of Rikos dick, so instead she pulled the spare shota cock against her face, the sweaty shaft sliding against her cheek. The boy was close, she knew the signs well enough, And so in an effort to make the both of them climax together, her bobbing increased in range so that she was slurping up ten inches at a time, the gloppy sounds of wet slobbering filled the room, only overpowered by the intensifying moans from the two kids being forced over the edge.
For as tight as Ozen was clamped around Riko’s shaft, her balls had to work overtime pumping up a high-pressure torrent in order to overcome the unnatural tightness. With her throat already stretched to its max, even the mighty Ozen couldn’t help but gag as the cock expanded with the rising torrent of fresh futa ball sludge. When the flood of cum, at last, reached the tip, the pressurized force was unleashed, Ozen’s pussy clenching hard as she felt the gunk blasting into the bottom of her stomach. She could feel the force of the goopy-white hot gunk against the top of her womb as it began to flood her tummy. And just as her insides were being filled, her outside was soon to follow, Marulk was drooling and groaning while staring at Riko’s adorable orgasm face, and he shot out some less intense, but equally as messy bucketfuls over his Master’s shoulders and onto her back.
Hot, well-churned ball butter was slowly distending Ozen’s belly while steamy kid-jizz glazed her backside, seeping all the way down to drip off her butt, completely ruining the light clothes Ozen was wearing. As Ozen felt the weight in her belly grow larger and larger, she began to think that maybe she had gone a bit overboard, Riko was still screaming to the heavens with supreme bliss, showing little signs of stopping. Even Marulk, who was quite the cum tank, had petered out to regular-sized ropes that splattered into the white mountain of sludge across her body. Once her belly shockingly touched the warm floor, Ozen realized that she would regretfully have to pull the cock from her gullet lest she burst. But as she made to pull back from the still-pumping dick, Riko’s tiny hands grabbed hold of her hair with as much strength as they could muster. Ozen couldn’t help but smile at the gall, and simply let nature run its course.
Riko’s head lolled over the back of her chair, her entire body was left limp from the experience, a half-chub dick twitching with aftershocks in the air under the table. Marulk had remained conscious, though with head spinning with a golden afterglow. He bore witness to a very pregnant-looking Ozen rising from below the table, her powerful legs stumbling a bit in a rare moment. She looked directly at the twitching Riko in a new light, “...Urp. Look at what you did to my stomach. Heh~ Irredeemable~♥” Slowly, staggering as she went, Ozen went to rest off the experience, not before snapping at Marulk to make himself useful and clean the mess, who was horrified at the amount of cum everywhere to clean.
Ozen couldn’t help but make a warm smirk as she made it to her bed. If nothing else, Riko was just as strong as her mother. Or at least, she could definitely cum as hard as her.