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Operator Reed looked down at the panting, nearly unconscious form of Typhon lying supine on the large, sweat-stained, cum-stained bed—and she immediately hated herself for what she’d done to the short stacked Sarkaz.
Casting a displeased glare down at her own thick and throbbing cock, which was still leaking cum from the deed she’d only just done, the Draco cursed herself. Indeed, she cursed herself for having been so horny; so insatiable that she entered a sort of fugue state and turned Typhon into… this.
“Damn it… ugh, just… damn it…!”
Reed’s voice was usually smooth and steady, like a gentle stream flowing over stones. However, she couldn’t presently hide her disgust; how distraught she was for what she did. The girl harbored an aversion towards sex this entire time, but had only recently found herself unable to stop pumping those hips of hers.
The result? Reed’s lust had claimed its latest victim in operator Typhon. The Draco’s prior bedmates—Leizi, Breeze, and Vulcan—had ended up in much the same manner. Not only knocked unconscious, but knocked up if they didn’t take any of Rhodes Island’s complimentary contraceptives.
The question that lingered was: why was this happening? What prompted Reed to engage in so much sexual activity after previously avoiding it before arriving at Rhodes Island? She’d even had more sex in the past two days than she had in the months leading up to this breaking point, and the more she thought about it, the more her cock twitched and leaked onto the ground between her feet, her enormous Draco dick bobbing in the air as it protruded from her crotch like a veiny third arm.
“Holding myself back… it’s getting harder and harder,” she told herself, wincing. “And speaking of harder and harder…”
With both hands, she firmly stroked her wet cock, tilting her head back with a pleasurable groan. Typhoon hadn’t moved; the little Sarkaz was still stunned from being fucked silly, and her puffy pussy continued to leak Reed’s fresh, viscous, fishy-smelling load. Reed had half a mind to go in for a round seven (or eight? She lost track), but decided it would be best if she left Typhon alone to rest. The thought crossed her mind that if she just stayed away from stunning women, she could keep her lust in check. Could it be done? There was, of course, only one way to find out.
“Of course,” she grumbled. “I am not the only person aboard this ship suffering from bouts of lust. Everyone seems to have lost their minds, and they have nary a care in the world about it. Oh, what is a Draco like me to do?”
And so Reed decided she knew what she could do. The best course of action was to not have sex—just for a day at least, and then a few more after that. She would practice abstinence; it was the best way, she felt, that she could regain control of herself and her senses. She didn’t want to become some breed-hungry monster who prowled the corridors of Rhodes Island like an insatiable beast, and yet, she felt she would become such a thing if she didn’t keep her horniness in check!
. . .
And yet… well…
Typhon was right there, wasn’t she?
And she had been such a good girl, hadn’t she?
Yes, a remarkable little lay… a girl small enough to throw around the room; it was utterly effortless for Reed to dominate her as she had. To have tasted the plump flesh of the Sarkaz, her sweet juices filling Reed’s mouth as she spread the woman’s thighs and dove right in, was a memory she would savor forever. Typhon had a voluptuous figure, with a generous chest and thick thighs. She was Reed’s most satisfying conquest yet, and she knew she’d be riding this high for the next day at least.
“Maybe I can start… tomorrow?” Reed thought aloud, licking her lips at the sight of Typhon’s still leaking pussy. The air hung thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent mix that seemed to tease and excite Reed as she crawled back into bed.
“W-well… as long as you’re already here,” Reed reasoned, wiping the drool from her mouth with one hand, and using the other to grope Typhon’s bulbous breast. “Would you like to go again, Typhon?”
Typhon stirred at the mention of her name, and she dazedly spread her own thighs to welcome Reed’s enormous cock—just as it had before.
“My womb,” Typhon slurred. “Oooohh… my womb… it wants to kiss your penis again…”
Reed nearly bit through her lip at the sound of that. She growled with barely muted pleasure as she squeezed Typhon’s thighs and brushed the head of her cock against the chubby Sarkaz’s slit, relishing the quiet coos that escaped the veritably fucked-out Sarkaz.
“Go ahead,” Typhon said, promising salvation. “Use me again and again… I can take it… like a warrior…!”
Reed took a deep breath and let it pass through her shuddering lips. She supposed there was no helping it, then. She would definitely go abstinent. This lust burning inside of her could be quelled; could be succeeded!
…tomorrow! Yes! She would absolutely get started tomorrow morning; she would keep sleeping with Typhon now, and get it out of her system, and then starting tomorrow, she would be a new woman! Reed could ignore the seductive, almost tangible energy that surrounded Rhodes Island, and maintain her focus, as long as she kept an open mind and resisted its alluring distractions.
…right?
“I’ll be good tomorrow,” Reed said aloud, more to convince herself than anyone else. “But tonight… hah… this filthy Sarkaz body belongs to me. I’m afraid you might walk with a limp henceforth.”
Her hands, small and soft, formed a heart shape over her rounded stomach, where the promise of motherhood bloomed. Then she tipped her head back with a throaty groan as Reed lanced her with that enormous cock of hers. The world went pitch black, and she was left in a state of mind-breaking bliss; an ecstasy she could never hope to come back from.
* * *
The evening passed, and the morning followed, and Reed’s cock was as hard as a rock.
She bit her lip to suppress a moan as she ran her palm against her turgid rod, thinking about how amazing it would feel if she got herself off right now.
“No, no, no,” she whispered, “I won’t let myself indulge today. I have to try my best to resist. I need to refrain…!”
With a bitter groan, the horny Draco swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up with a stretch and a welcome groan. Her body hardly ached, though the same couldn’t be said for the unconscious Typhon still lying in a sticky puddle next to her.
“I’m sorry, Typhon,” Reed mumbled, hoping somehow the half-dead Sarkaz could even hear her in her dreamless sleep. “I would assist you, if I wasn’t certain I would pump you full again and again… please, I hope you can forgive me…!”
Reed really hoped the knocked-out Sarkaz wasn’t also knocked up, but she had no time to worry about such things here and now. Rhodes Island had comprehensive medical care, to say nothing about the free contraceptives just sitting in the medical ward’s biggest candy bowl—almost as if Closure and the other executives expected this sort of thing to happen.
But sex was becoming more and more… normal… aboard the landship. Reed neither had an inkling what was happening, nor why.
Yet the more thought about it, the more inclined she felt toward seeking that heady, mind-numbing, toe-curling pleasure. She took an ice-cold shower before dressing herself briskly and leaving the foul-smelling dorm room. Any longer in there, and she was liable to make damn sure that Typhon became a brand new mother.
The thought made Reed gulp, and she practically ran from her dorm room, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears. While the prospect of filling another hot, juicy pussy was enticing on this assuredly eventful morning, she knew it was wiser to fill that stomach of hers with breakfast.
The Rhodes Island cafeteria is bound to have some manner of debauchery within, thought Reed, but I will be strong. I will endure. I will NOT touch myself, or another…!
* * *
“Reed! Ey, lass! C’mere and sit for a spell, will ya? C’mere!”
Reed turned toward the source of the exuberant voice, finding operator Bagpipe sitting all by herself at a cozy corner of the cafeteria. She could hardly believe the Vouivre was alone, given that she was completely naked, but for a pair of stark, snow white panties.
Reed bit her lip with growing, gnawing nervousness as she approached Bagpipe, forcing a smile onto her face while the orange-haired operator beamed right back. It was impossible not to notice Bagpipe’s nakedness; her creamy, gorgeous globes that practically demanded Reed’s attention. Puffy pink nipples perched atop those mounds; the cafeteria was fairly cool in temperature, and so Reed had to imagine that Bagpipe’s nipples were poking out like that from the surrounding coolness.
Even so, Bagpipe was far from the only person in the cafeteria who was naked in some fashion. Perhaps that was why she didn’t draw too much attention, even among the horniest of Rhodes’ staffers and operators. Hell, compared to most of the people in this cafeteria, Bagpipe was actually the most normal, given the fact she wasn’t currently engaged in coitus; not bent over any of the tables, nor riding someone on one of the counters, nor kneeling on the floor with a fat sausage in her mouth.
It was Franka and Liskarm, then, who took most of the cafeteria’s attention. The two were scissoring at the far end of the room, near where the trays and utensils were, as though a disagreement had pushed them toward “fighting” with their hot and heavy bodies. No sooner did Reed glance over did Bagpipe giggle mirthfully at the sight.
“They’re quite somethin', ey?” Bagpipe asked, prompting a bout of swift nodding from the Draco sitting across from her.
“They are not the only ones,” Reed mumbled, fidgeting as she sat across from the chesty operator, trying and failing to match Bagpipe’s smug smile.
“What’cha mean by that, Reed, girlie? You feelin’ alright? Ya look like ya’ve seen a proper ghost or somethin’!” Bagpipe snickered with amusement as she stabbed at her porridge with a spoon, wrapping her soft lips around the utensil and relishing the sweet fruit in her bowl. “You wanna have a chat, or a jam, or what?”
Reed took a deep breath before responding, doing her utmost to keep her eyes off Bagpipe’s massive fucking tits. Truthfully, it was a Herculean task—especially when it seemed like Bagpipe’s massive fucking tits were staring at her from across the table.
“I’m having quite the morning,” Reed admitted. “However, I am doing my best to keep my hands to myself. I think there’s something quite wrong here on Rhodes Island, so…”
But Bagpipe simply slapped the table with a boisterous chuckle, surprising Reed in the space between them. “You too, eh?” Bagpipe asked. “Now you’re soundin’ a heck of a lot like that brunette kitty cat! Ethelflaed—you know her?”
Reed was familiar with the girl in question. Ethelflaed, known more commonly as operator Skyfire. Was Skyfire feeling the same way that she herself was? Reed perked up at the thought of having something of a cognitive ally in this ship of strangeness. She had to know more.
“What’s wrong with Skyfire?” Reed asked. “Is she alright?”
“She’s awright, yeah. Bit of a stick in the mud, though. She’s yappin’ aboot none of this here sexiness being normal or whatever the heck. Thought it was a heap of rubbish, mind. T’aint nothing wrong with freeing the girls now and then, eh?” Bagpipe gestured toward her enormous breasts as she said this, flashing Reed a charming little smile as she flashed the entire cafeteria. “An’ if some folk wannae slide a fat sausage ‘tween my girls to stress down a li’l, well, t’aint gonna complain a smudge aboot it!”
For Reed, eating was never supposed to be this difficult—but that was because Reed had never eaten with a massive pair of tits in her face. Her hand trembled as she brought her own spoon to her mouth, hoping that Bagpipe wouldn’t drop a utensil, bend down to pick it up, then spot the massive erection the Draco was sporting beneath the table.
“I ain’t causin’ you no discomfort, eh, Reed, girlie?” Bagpipe asked innocently enough, giving a slight tilt of her head as she eyed the Draco sitting across from her. “Truth is, I’m glad you an’ I can finally have a talk! No matter what it’s aboot, just know ya can use me for anythin’ ya want!”
Reed gulped, her throat suddenly dry with a nervous tension. “U-use you… for anything… I want?”
“That’s right!” Bagpipe beamed with pride. “Give my horns a right proper yank if I ain’t payin’ attention, that’ll do it!”
“HhghHhhHhhghn…”
…was the sound that more or left Reed’s mouth. She looked around the cafeteria and found more of Rhodes Island’s operators engaged in civil discussion amongst themselves, but most of them were having a casual conversation while also pleasing themselves and each other.
Operators Eunectes and Ho’olheyak had locked their tails in an intimate tangle, with the latter cupping the former’s face in a passionate, wanting kiss. It seemed they were keen to make out at a table occupied by other Rhodes Islanders, but no one seemed to pay them any mind. It was as though this was a completely normal thing to do, and Reed was the odd one out for staring as hard as she was.
Her head whipped around to the kitchen entryway where a comparable commotion unfolded—Saga and Ceobe were in a playful tussle, the former pinning the latter to the wall and fingering her, trying to get the playful Perro to loosen her grip on a rolling pin. Ceobe moaned and squealed as Saga buried her fingers deep in her snatch, all the way to the knuckle, though most of the surrounding staffers paid them little to no mind at all. This was business as usual for Rhodes Island. Nothing to see here, folks.
Why is everyone turning a blind eye to this? Gah, my head…
“You awright girlie? Got a headache, eh?” Bagpipe asked, frowning with some concern as she fondled her own swollen breasts. “Need to rest yer head? I got a pair of pillows right here for ye. Just lemme know, yeah?”
Bagpipe closed her eyes. The dull ache in her skull seemed to pound to the rhythm of her pulsing cock, and it was all the inspiration she needed to leave. “I’m going to lie down,” she blurted suddenly, lying to Bagpipe so that the girl wouldn’t follow her.
“Not gonna take up my offer?” Bagpipe asked kindly. “No worries! Hey, you gonna eat that?” she asked, pointing to the Draco’s plate.
“Help yourself,” Reed mumbled, and she staggered to her feet before turning her body to avoid showing Bagpipe her erection. Of course, that only meant she was showing it off to everyone else, but it took just a few seconds for Reed to realize that hardly anyone was looking her way—and if they were, they were just smiling and waving like they hadn’t noticed her tremendous bulge.
Ceobe squealed from some distance away; Saga’s finger work had brought the noisy Perro to climax, and she squirted all over Saga’s hand and forearm, making a mess on the floor near the entrance to the kitchen. Matterhorn poked his head out from the doorway and scowled at the two girls, chastising them for making a mess when he was in the middle of preparing a “cream pie” for the others to enjoy. Judging from the moans that Reed could just barely hear coming from inside the kitchen, she had to assume the Forte wasn’t alone with his “food prep.”
I have to get out of here… I’m going to lose my mind…
My thoughts… already dampening… this isn’t safe for me… or anyone else…!
Bagpipe was calling for Reed to come back, but Reed managed to ignore the Vouivre before she got another look at Bagpipe’s enticing breasts. She felt if she had turned to look at Bagpipe now, all hope of making it through the day without touching herself or fucking someone silly would fly out the window.
Her feet carried her away from the scene, out of the cafeteria, and down the hall. Far, far from here, until the casual chatter and the moaning were out of earshot.
However, it didn’t take long for the moaning to start up again. Reed shut her eyes and winced. Indeed, she should have known this was coming. The Rhodes Islanders had taken to making love in the landship’s hallways, too! These sterile corridors were not so sterile anymore!
Rounding the bend and preparing for the worst, Reed was suddenly face to face with operator Thorns of all people, and he was holding a clipboard in one hand. His other hand gripped Weedy by the hair, and she was bent over to accommodate Thorns’ prowess while the accented Aegir seemed more keen on taking notes than truly losing himself to the lust.
He looked up from his clipboard casually as Reed approached him, and he arched an eyebrow as a quiet hum escaped him. He didn’t stop thrusting the entire time, pumping his hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again—all while maintaining eye contact with the flustered, brightly blushing Draco in front of him.
“Oh, Reed. It’s good to see you,” said Thorns. “Would you care to help me with an experiment? The engineering department should reward you for this, I think.”
“Greetings, Thorns… w-what in the world are you doing?” Reed asked, as if she somehow didn’t have a clue. Hell, she could see it happening right in front of her. Could see that Weedy was having the time of her life; her back was arched and her eyes had rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure that was being pounded into her repeatedly. Reed couldn’t see it from where she was presently standing, but given Weedy’s loud, whorish, pleasured moans, she had to imagine Thorns’ cock was thick and girthy . Plenty meaty for Weedy.
“It’s an experiment, huff, to test Aegir stamina and virility. You would be surprised how scant research is on the subject,” said Thorns, eyeing Reed with apparent interest. “Would you like to accompany me on this venture? We could spend all weekend locked up in the engineering department…”
Weedy tried to say something, but it was lost in the middle of all that moaning. Her palms were pressed flat against the wall in front of her, and her panties, which Thorns had yanked down in the middle of the hallway, were wrapped loosely around one of her ankles. She was typically a stickler for Rhodes Island sterility and cleanliness, although it seemed to be as far from her mind as possible here and now.
Reed had to admit, she didn’t think she would mind joining Thorns with his not-so-little experiment. And perhaps if she lifted Weedy’s skirt up, she could glimpse the equipment that Thorns was packing himself…
But it was only then that she realized what she was thinking about, and she made up an excuse to leave before her will crumbled to pieces in front of both Aegir. She hadn’t even waited for Thorns to finish voicing his understanding before she scurried right past them, trying not to smell the overwhelming lust (and fishy stench) that wafted from the two.
I’m about to lose my mind, Reed thought. The noises were closing in around her; the sounds of lovemaking; of sex happening just behind some of the hallway doors as she let her feet carry her far, far away from all this debauchery. Her cock throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and goddamn it, she needed release. She already felt herself growing more and more pent up, though the last thing she wanted was to lose herself to the surrounding lust like everyone else seemed to.
Was she the only one left on Rhodes Island who hadn’t completely submitted to the surrounding will of lust? Surely she wasn’t alone, right? What about the higher-ups? What about Dr. Kal’tsit?
Reed was lost in her thoughts. She hadn’t even realized she’d reached Rhodes Island’s library until she was already pushing the door open silently, clenching her teeth at the sudden dull throb that pulsed in her skull.
To call this a library would be to imply it was grander than it truly was. The reality was that this room was the size of one of Rhodes Island’s larger dorms, and it was accessible to anyone aboard the landship. The last time she came to visit, Reed was interested in a particular medical textbook that she found with ease—one that was supposed to be on the rarer side, for the quality of its edition. Since then, the library had expanded to welcome far more genres, mystery novels to more lurid romance.
Saileach had her nose buried in one such novel when Reed came around the aisle, and she smiled at the sight of the flustered-looking Draco. She hardly opened her mouth before she realized poor Reed was packing heat and was all the poorer for it.
“Oh my,” Saileach said. “Are you alright, Reed? You look quite pent up… is there anything I can do for you?”
God damn it. God damn it. The nonsense never stopped. Reed put a hand against the aisle to hold herself upright, feeling as though she might pounce on Saileach at any second. “Saileach… I… ah… y-you are alone? What are you d-doing here…?”
“I am reading, you silly girl,” Saileach teased, turning the book in her hands over to expose its cover—a shirtless, chiseled Forte standing in front of a sunset, with his long mane of hair billowing in the wind. “Seeking inspiration, you could say. This book is supposed to be quite raunchy, but I don’t believe I’ve reached the good stuff yet…”
“The good stuff,” Reed echoed, her voice almost completely silent as she felt the rest of her resolve crumble to dust.
“Indeed, the good stuff. I’ve read quite a lot,” Saileach explained, “but truth be told, there isn’t as much titillation here. I was expecting a lot more sex…!”
Reed took a deep breath before letting it pass through her lips. There was something about hearing Saileach speak about such things that flipped a switch inside her head, similar to how she felt when she heard Typhon try to flirt with her. She’d withheld thus far with Bagpipe, Thorns, and Weedy. Perhaps this was a sign that her resolution was all for naught. Perhaps…
Perhaps she was looking at it all wrong.
Maybe what she needed wasn’t to refrain from sex altogether, but to indulge in it as much as possible? Have so much sex that she would be physically sick of it?
She could feel her mind going. Her thoughts were like fireworks popping in her brain, and she closed the distance between herself and Saileach with a single step forward.
“Oh!” Saileach’s smile hadn’t left her face, nor did it grow wider. She looked relieved, as though this situation was surely inevitable from the very beginning. “You’d like me to relieve you after all, Reed? I just knew you looked pent up. How would you like to have me? You’ll find me to be a Vouivre most flexible!”
“Most flexible,” Reed repeated. “Hah… right now, Saileach, the only thing I want… is that mouth of yours…!”
Saileach kept her smile even as Reed put the blonde on her knees, wrapping one hand around one of Saileach’s horns and using the other to hike up that skirt of hers. Given how much her hands were shaking, it took a bit of fumbling to free herself from her undergarments, but as soon as she had…
Whap!
She dropped her fat, heavy, sweaty cock onto Saileach’s face, already smearing pre-cum against the blonde’s forehead.
Saileach squeaked in surprise, her eyes widening at the sight of Reed’s immense shaft. It might as well have cast a shadow on her face for how intimidating it was, and the Vouivre gulped nervously as she readied herself to pleasure the Draco in front of her.
But in fact, she quickly found she didn’t need to put in any effort whatsoever. As soon as Reed positioned the tip of her thick dick in front of Saileach’s lips, she reached down to grab both of Saileach’s horns and shove her gargantuan meat rod right into Saileach’s hot mouth, and Reed tipped her head back with a throaty moan as soon as she speared the blonde’s wet, welcoming throat.
“Oh, yes!” Reed moaned, her eyes going half-closed with pleasure as she pumped her hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again. She hadn’t had this much pleasure in, well… it hadn’t even been a day, and she realized it after the fifth or sixth thrust. Reed had broken her own rule; she was pleasuring herself right here, right now, using Saileach’s throat to get off, and relishing the sensation of penetrating the Vouivre’s mouth repeatedly, gliding her fat cock along the girl’s tongue with gusto.
Saileach, to her credit, was being a very good girl. She took Reed’s enormous cock with zeal; she gagged, moaned, and slurped all over the fuckmeat in her mouth, relishing Reed’s taste and girth as it pressed down against her tongue and got her drooling for more. Saileach put her hands on Reed’s thighs for leverage as she welcomed the Draco’s eager thrusting, taking just half of Reed’s cock down her throat foremost.
“Mmff…! Mmmff—!” Saileach’s eyelids drooped as she bobbed her head up and down, willing herself to take more of Reed’s dick, greedily slurping down the pre-cum that oozed from the tip of Reed’s giant shaft. She hadn’t expected to have her throat used and abused like this, but she was more than willing to help Reed reach her climax—just like she’d done with a few other Rhodes Islanders during her time aboard the landship. Given that everyone was ready and willing to breed at a moment’s notice, Saileach prided herself on being an exceptional ally to her comrades who needed her—in and out of the battlefield.
“God… hah… yes!” Reed tipped her head back with a moan, smiling with glee as she fucked Saileach’s throat. “Use your tongue more! Just like that, yes! Oh, that is amazing…! I’ve needed this, hah, all day—!”
Reed winced, for she already felt she was close. She couldn’t believe she was about to cum already, but given what Saileach said about her being pent up and in need of release…
And, of course, she’d withstood the brunt of Bagpipe’s accidental teasing, to say nothing of Thorns’ and Weedy’s proposition earlier. The thought of spending the entire day having sex again was affecting Reed wondrously; her cock dripped like a broken faucet right onto Saileach’s greedy tongue, and Saileach pulled back just enough to circle that hot, wet tongue of hers around the tip of Reed’s cock, flicking it against Reed’s urethra to get all that salty pre-cum out from where it was hiding.
It was just the sort of thing to push Reed over the edge, and the poor Draco let out a loud, ecstatic moan as she gripped Saileach’s horns, reaching her orgasm far faster than she would have wanted to. She shoved her fat and meaty cock forward suddenly, her heavy balls pressing against Saileach’s chin as she let herself go.
“Nngh! Yes! T-take it, Saileach!” Reed cried. “Take every l-last drop…!”
Saileach had been expecting a cum shot, of course, but not the veritable flood that burst out from the twitching tip of Reed’s shaft. Saileach wrapped her arms around Reed’s waist for leverage as she withstood the Draco’s fervent thrusts, feeling her cock swell against her tongue and spurt, spurt, spurt its payload; feeling it plaster the back of her throat…
Saileach closed her eyes and started swallowing immediately, gulping Reed’s hot and gooey load of cum as it splattered hotly and wetly over her tongue, teeth, and gums. She gulped noisily; she couldn’t even think to hide how pleasurable this was for her, and how much she enjoyed being a secret little cum slut despite her refinement and class.
“Gulp… gulp… gulp…!”
But Reed wasn’t finished emptying herself down Saileach’s throat. Not by a long shot. She continued to hold the Vouivre’s horns like they were handlebars, grunting and moaning as she let it all out, feeling her cock twitch and throb as it unloaded more and more of that potent, sweet-tasting seed down Saileach’s slutty little throat. Reed gave shallow little pumps, relishing the sensation of just using Saileach’s mouth like this, biting her lip to suppress the more embarrassing noises before they could escape her.
And aside from Saileach’s greedy gulping, Reed thought she could hear the sound of the cum splattering lewdly against the inside of the blonde’s mouth and throat, as though she were plastering the inside of the girl’s neck with only the thickest, stickiest jism.
When, and only when Reed was finished cumming, she wiggled her hips with a gleeful, downright manic smile. Then she slooooooowly pulled her wet and messy cock out of Saileach’s even wetter, even messier throat, and she took a moment to admire the gleam of all the gooey strands of cum and saliva that connected Saileach’s lips to the glistening ring around Reed’s monstrous cock.
“God…! Phew…! I really needed that,” Reed confessed, looking as though she might fall over at any moment. “Thank you, Saileach…!”
“You’re, urp, very welcome, hah, Reed…! It’s a pleasure, urp, to help you…!”
Bless Saileach’s heart, for she still tried to sound so prim and proper despite the proper face-fucking she’d just received. She was a good girl, who hadn’t spilled a single drop, and given the volume of spunk that Reed had just blasted out of her thick dick, it meant very much to the still-horny Draco.
“Are you feeling much better now?” Saileach asked, reaching up to rub her surprisingly soft hand against Reed’s thigh, planting a sweet, intimate kiss against the head of Reed’s cock. It was arousing enough to make the Draco’s cock bounce once more; the arousal was paramount, and she wanted more. She needed more.
Was she looking at things all wrong? Was she supposed to keep fucking, and fucking, and fucking—until she let it all out? Reed suddenly felt as though she’d better make up for lost time. The toil in her mind persisted. She did not know which option was correct. All she knew was that fucking Saileach’s throat felt wonderful, and now she wanted to take another of the blonde’s holes.
“…turn around,” Reed urged, keeping her skirt hiked up so that she could show off more of her cock, which twitched desperately for attention. “I need more, Saileach… y-you will help me, won’t you? Please?”
“Of course I will help you, silly,” said Saileach, smiling sweetly before turning around and wiggling her butt from side to side. She’d hardly had her panties dropped for even just a few seconds before Reed made herself at home, surprising the Vouivre by pushing the head of her fat cock up against Saileach’s hot, wet pussy.
From there, all Reed had to do was…
“Ngh—!”
…push herself inside with a sudden wet squelch, and she’d penetrated Saileach right then and there, prompting th blonde to arch her back and groan with arousal. Reed kept both her hands on the bookshelf in front of her, though it didn’t take long to jostle the entire frame—books and all—while Reed focused on pumping her hips back and forth, in and out, over and over again.
From this position, it was easy for Reed to look down and see her own cock; see how she was penetrating Saileach’s hot and wet pussy repeatedly as she relished the pleasure of dominating the Vouivre like this. It didn’t take long at all before Reed’s eyes went halfway closed and she drooled from the lust that gripped her so tightly, releasing more of those pent up grunts and groans.
“Fuck… hah… Saileach… oh, Saileach…!”
Reed fucked like a woman possessed, railing the flustered and gleeful blonde in front of her as though she could do nothing else in this life. Saileach took every thrust with outright glee, smiling widely as she kept her thighs spread and her butt sticking out of Reed to enjoy.
And Reed certainly enjoyed. She felt up Saileach’s ass and relished the give of the girl’s ass; admired the firm bounce that Saileach’s booty beheld. The girl’s hair was long enough to pull, and with that notion suddenly in mind, Reed reached up and did just that, yanking Saileach’s hair as she pumped in and out of the girl’s soaking wet snatch.
“Fuck… hah… Saileach!” Reed groaned aloud. She could hardly believe that Saileach was just as hot and tight as Typhon was the night before. She felt so lucky to be screwing beautiful women like them.
“Aha~ you should keep your voice down, Reed,” Saileach told her, in between barely muted grunts and moans herself. “You’re, ngh, going to d-disturb anyone who c-comes into the library…!”
But Reed didn’t care one bit about if someone came into the library or not. The only thing she cared about was if she came, and she made it known by spanking Saileach’s ass, grunting and growling like a beast possessed as she fucked the Vouivre girl in front of her, leaning in close enough to smell Saileach’s hair and admire the aroma of the shampoo she’d used that morning. So feminine. So willing to be dominated.
It was too much. The pleasure was so paramount that poor Reed reached her climax too soon, and she burst inside of Saileach’s hot, wet pussy with barely an ounce of warning. One second she was thrusting reckless against Saileach’s snatch with no protection to be found, and in the next second she was filling Saileach’s womb like she had always attempted to lay siege to it. She gripped Saileach’s ass as she let herself go; as she pumped a hot and heavy load of cum deep inside the blonde’s snug, drooling pussy, her thrusts becoming haphazard as she melted into a sea of pleasure.
“Oh fuck… oh, fuck,” Reed groaned, pulling out and blasting more of those hot, gooey ropes of spunk all over Saileach’s beckoning booty, hearing the girl’s lights and airy giggling filling her ears.
“You’re such a potty mouth when you’re in the throes of climax,” Saileach teased, wiggling her cum-glazed ass from side to side. “But I have to say, I rather enjoy it… would you like to continue, Reed, dear? I’m here to serve you, but I have to admit, I’ve almost cum myself…”
A wobbly, perverted smile made its way to Reed’s face. She turned Saileach around right then and there and made herself at home a second time, prompting the blonde to squeak in surprise as Reed pushed her fat cock back inside Saileach’s snatch, already working up a fine rhythm of taking her against the bookshelf. More of those books fell around them, but Reed didn’t have a care one way or the other. She felt a compulsion to breed this blonde bitch; to take her over and over again until pregnancy was a certainty that she’d be proud of.
“God, yeah,” Reed groaned, her massive tail whipping back and forth as she used and abused Saileach’s poor, gripping cunt. Saileach held on for dear life, relishing the way she was taken and adoring Reed’s prowess; the strength of her thrusts and the zeal with which she gave it to her. There was no greater passion!
Reed came in close to smell more of Saileach’s hair, but Saileach took it as an invitation for a kiss. She sealed her lips against Reed’s own; her moans already spilling into the other girl’s mouth as she matched her movements beat for beat.
Reed never stopped thrusting, even as Saileach’s moans and coos picked up with volume and tempo. She could finally feel the blonde creaming around her cock when she clenched around Reed’s shaft, her body trembling as she came undone in the Draco’s greedy grasp, leaving Saileach nearly completely breathless as she kept her thighs spread for Reed’s prowess.
“This is… hah… oooh… quite serious,” Saileach said, managing to speak in between all that moaning of hers. “I m-may need… s-some help… from c-comrades of mine…!”
Comrades? Comrades…
Reed liked the sound of that. Oh, she liked the sound of that very much. The more, the merrier, after all. She pressed her lips against Saileach’s own one last time as she picked up the pace with her thrusting, grunting and growling even as poor Saileach tried to tell Reed where to go next.
It was only after their second round that Reed found Horn in one of Rhodes Island’s shower rooms, this one being attached to the training room beyond the dorm room-turned-library.
The dirty blonde Lupo hummed to herself as she lathered her hair, with Reed approaching from behind as though a predator stalking its prey. The senses of a huntress put Horn on alert; she could tell something was about to happen, and she’d whirled around to find both Reed and Saileach already standing there, the former already naked and the latter looking as though she’d hastily thrown her clothes on.
“Reed? Jane?” Horn quirked a brow, though her bemusement made way for rising pleasure in no time at all. “Ah, Reed… Loughshinny… it seems you’re in need of stress relief, aren’t you? I can smell you all over Jane…”
Saileach did not hide that fact from Horn, instead dropping her hastily thrown on clothes to join the duo in her nakedness. It wasn’t long before Reed was put between two lovely Victorian girls—Horn and Saileach.
The latter had already received a taste of the “fun and games” that Reed came ready for, and so now it was time for Horn to indulge herself along with the both of them. Reed pressed Horn up against the cold shower wall and prodded her hot, hard cock against the Lupo’s entrance, prompting Horn to shudder in Reed’s embrace.
“I’m already soaking wet down here,” Horn cooed, almost purring as though she were a lioness. Reed wasted no time before pushing her fat cock into Horn’s folds, tipping her head back with a groan before working her hips back and forth, lancing Horn’s snatch with gusto.
Penetrating Horn like this was just as titillating as it was to sleep with Saileach. Were all Victorian girls this tight, or was her cock simply too girthy for most accommodations? Either way, Reed squeezed Horn’s hips as she pumped her own to and fro, groaning and moaning with booming desire.
“She’s s-so big,” Horn moaned, turning her hazy expression toward Saileach beside her. “And so thick…!”
Saileach giggled lewdly. “She is, isn’t she? Aren’t we so lucky?”
Reed grumbled under her breath as her fingers sank into the doughy flesh of Horn’s hips. She’d never noticed just how thick the Lupo was, and now she supposed she ought to make up for lost time by fucking her all night long.
Was my stamina always this boundless?
It was a sudden question—one that’d popped up in Reed’s mind as she considered all she could do with two girls in her bed instead of one.
This horny energy… it can’t… possibly be mine…?
She didn’t worry about Horn’s moaning, nor Saileach’s flirtatious tone, because this was something that required further attention. She hadn’t earnestly considered that some form of mental manipulation was at play—but was that earnestly what was happening? Was she missing something?
“We’re all having so much sex,” Reed groaned, turning her hazy gaze up to the blonde beauty she was currently buried inside of. “Isn’t that… hah… oooohh… a problem?”
“Problem?” Horn asked dumbly. “Not at all… keep fucking me, please! I’m prepared to go forever…!”
Reed winced as she spanked Horn’s ass, helping the girl settle down as she fucked her against the shower wall. She watched her immense cock vanish past Horn’s folds over and over again; her groans silenced as she pressed her lips against Saileach’s own once more. Saileach surely loved kissing, she discovered, a fact that turned her on as much as it warmed her heart. She buried her tongue in Saileach’s mouth while she continued to fuck Horn against the shower wall, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
“Ooh… R-Reed…!” Horn moaned aloud, having given her all thus far. “I’m already c-close, Reed… I’m going to c-cum too soon…!”
“It’s alright,” Saileach assured, her tone soft and almost motherly as she wrapped her arms around Reed, welcoming all the pleasure she could have. She melted into the surrounding lust as Reed picked up the pace with her fervent thrusting. The two came undone together in no time at all, Reed’s back arching as her tail wrapped itself around Horn’s ankle, holding her steady while she began filling her to the brim with hot and gooey cum.
“Nghh… hah… take it,” Reed growled, her sharp Draco teeth glinting in the shower room’s it. “Take every last d-drop of this seed, Horn…!”
And Horn did exactly that. She squealed with zeal as Reed came inside her; as she plastered the Lupo’s womb full of baby batter and had her feeling stuffed and content unlike anything else she’d ever felt before.
Reed stayed just like that, connected to Horn’s wet and messy pussy, planting fiery kisses against the woman’s neck to hear more of that wondrous groaning and crooning. Horn gyrated her hips as she stayed pressed up against Reed’s form, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing as she looked downright delirious.
“Maybe we should turn the water off,” Saileach offered, giggling sweetly. She stopped, then, once she heard a noise coming from the room beside them, and she sneaked a peek to find none other than Bagpipe sitting on the locker room bench, biting her lip and with two fingers buried in her soaking wet snatch.
“Bagpipe?” Saileach quirked a brow, keeping her flirtatious grin. “Fiona?”
“H-hello,” Bagpipe moaned, her eyes glazed over with lust as she masturbated to the sounds that were coming from the shower room in front of her. Naturally, with all the lust that permeated the surrounding air, it was only natural and normal that Bagpipe would want to jill off to the sound of Reed and Horn making love against the shower wall.
“You’re looking rather lonely,” Saileach teased. “Perhaps you’d like to join us? To help Reed relieve all that pent up stress she has?”
“I’d offered before, and she up and snubbed me!” Bagpipe lamented, her eyes rolling back into her head as she never stopped masturbating—even mid-conversation. Reed could hear Bagpipe’s voice from the shower she was in, and with one more unchaste kiss against Horn’s collarbone, she pulled her thick, messy cock out of the Lupo’s snatch before turning to strut right into the locker room behind her, her enormous shaft still hard and bobbing in the space between her thighs.
Bagpipe’s eyes widened at the sight of Reed’s cock in all its prowess. She slowly dragged her soggy fingers out of her own pussy before Reed groaned and came to meet with her, and with just a leering gaze, she got her message across.
Reed sat on the bench and allowed Bagpipe to kneel between her thighs. The Draco had to admit; she felt immensely powerful and sexy having Bagpipe kneeling in front of her like this, and she reached out to caress the girl’s cheek, watching with admiration as Bagpipe nuzzled and kissed her open palm.
Then Bagpipe took off her shirt to expose those swollen mounds of hers, wasting no further time before sandwiching the Draco’s huge salami log between those creamy breasts of hers. She started giving Reed a titjob, allowing the dragon girl to spear the valley of those breasts of hers, groaning softly from the way that Reed’s cock pulsed hotly in its place.
“Just like that,” said Reed, tipping her head back with a throaty moan and already pumping her hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again. It was only seconds later that Saileach joined Reed’s side, and Horn crouched right behind Bagpipe to put her hands on the girl’s shoulders, smiling impishly as she helped Bagpipe settle into the swing of things.
Fresh cum was still oozing from Saileach and Horn’s pussies as they coaxed Reed and Bagpipe to continue, with Saileach flicking her hot tongue against Reed’s earlobe to tease her just a little closer to the edge. “Doesn’t it feel great?” Saileach whispered, blowing hot air against Reed’s red-tinged ear. “To be lancing her breasts like this… to be fucking them over and over like that? They’re so silky smooth, aren’t they?”
Reed groaned. She could neither say nor assume that this was actually bringing her libido down—even a little. She earnestly felt she could make love with this trio forever. Victorian girls were truly built differently.
Reed leaned back onto her palms while pumping her hips repeatedly, groaning with pleasure as she fucked Bagpipe’s breasts. Bagpipe, who was a quick learner when it came to pleasure, matched Saileach’s mischievous smile as she tipped her head down to kiss the tip of Reed’s cock with quick, wet kisses. Smooch, smooch, smooch! It was all so pleasurable that Reed couldn’t stop moaning, thrusting almost mindlessly like she was trying to penetrate Bagpipe’s silky smooth lips.
“Fuck,” Reed groaned. The ecstasy was like an electric field around them. It felt so amazing. It was like it was frying her brain. “Don’t stop… hah… s-squeeze them more tightly…! And s-suck on it…!”
Bagpipe giggled as she followed Reed’s command. She always was one to follow orders, she thought, and these were the most pleasing orders yet. She squeezed her tits together and watched the head of Reed’s cock continue to ooze pre-cum, making her thrusts even quicker; far slicker.
Bagpipe took Reed’s cock into her mouth, and that was all she needed to do to push Reed over the edge. The Draco let out a loud and desperate groan as she was pushed over the edge, with Saileach caressing the girl’s neck and cheek to help along with the pleasurable sensations. The tip of Reed’s cock burst between Bagpipe’s lips as she let herself go, the hot and gooey load of cum bursting from the tip of her shaft and staining Bagpipe’s tongue, teeth, and gums with her seed.
Bagpipe’s eyes widened as her mouth was quickly filled with Reed’s spunk. She couldn’t swallow it fast enough; the volume was more immense than she was expecting.
“Hah… yes!” Reed moaned. “Oh, yes!”
It was all for naught! Bagpipe gasped as Reed’s cock fell out of her mouth, with the rest of Reed’s orgasm plastering the girl’s face; her cheeks, chin, and neck. The rest of Reed’s ecstasy was like a geyser as it splattered all over her silky breasts, with the flustered Draco covering the Vouivre’s vanilla mounds with cream.
“Just like that!” Saileach cheered. “Well done, you two!”
“Ahem. It seems I’m interrupting something?”
Everyone stopped and turned their gazes toward the door. Yes, of course, this was still a public locker room; anyone aboard Rhodes Island could simply walk inside, yet they were still surprised to see none other than Dr. Kal’tsit standing in the doorway, her expression wholly neutral even given the circumstances.
“K-Kal’tsit!” Reed gasped, feeling a sudden twinge of embarrassment as she finished cumming all over Bagpipe’s breasts. “I, ah, you—?”
She could hardly think of what to say. Given the circumstances, what could she say? All she could think to do was sit there meekly with her fat cock buried between Bagpipe’s breasts, allowing Horn and Saileach to stand, still naked in the middle of the locker room with them.
Kal’tsit’s eyes swept over the room. She cleared her throat and covered her mouth with her clipboard, her countenance darkening only slightly in the face of all this lust.
“I’d wanted to meet with you,” Kal’tsit told Reed directly, trying to ignore the staring from everyone else. “Ah… perhaps it’s best if I simply speak with all of you at once. As luck would have it, you’re all here. Stained and disheveled, of course, but here nonetheless.”
Kal’tsit cleared her throat before speaking again, her cheeks tinged red as though she was embarrassed.
“Something is rather wrong with everyone aboard Rhodes Island,” she started, “would you not say?”