Duskacre

John didn't bother looking for a place to rest in his tent when it had finally been set up again. He didn't care about the fact that the tribe tore apart the belongings of the their deceased to make supplies that would hold up their tents properly. Instead, he somehow got solely focused on Urga and came to the decision that finding her was the only thing he cared about at the time. If he had been sober, she wouldn't have been hard to find. Her current state of arousal after riding with John for so long had surely left her unfocused and dazed, so he assumed that she tried to follow John around or stay somewhere nearby where he could find her easily if he needed her.

The problem was that he couldn't think of any place where she might be staying nearby. When he tried to imagine Urga and where she might be resting, he found himself thinking about something else instead. His thoughts drifted unbidden into things that gave him warm, comfortable sensations, like he was thinking about something nostalgic, until he had almost forgotten about Urga and images of crimson red skin popped into his mind. At first it was just lips, luscious, plump, and full of that deep red color, like someone had just applied fresh lipstick to them. Only there was no makeup on her body. The girl John saw really had red skin, black hair, and glowing orange eyes that burned like coals. She even had crimson horns that curled back from her forehead and from there along the sides of her head like a long, bony crown.

The images were so vivid that John could have sworn that he actually felt her burning warmth against his body when he dreamed about leaning in for a kiss. A dark tendril of magic radiated outwards from the woman, wrapping around his neck like a lover's arms might try to cling to their special partner, and pulled him deeper into her lips as the demoness kissed him back, mashing him so firmly against her lips that he could taste the mixture of spicy rums and amber-colored whiskeys on her tongue. A stray foreign thought told him that the magic didn't affect him, 'reminded' him that he had already prepared for it, but it was immediately forgotten when he thrust up inside of her. Her pussy trembled and burned against his skin as he split her open in one savage motion, stretching her to his shape so quickly that he could feel her walls struggling and tensing around the head of his cock. For some reason, it felt like he wasn't reaching quite as far as he was supposed to anymore, like his cock was smaller than it actually was by that point, but he didn't pay any attention to it. His attention was on the pair of jiggling breasts that bounced in front of his face as he used the little demon in his lap. Dark, crimson nipples hardened under his gaze... then in his grasp... and, eventually, in his lips as he groaned into her body while her core burned hotter and hotter around his cock. It was like her body changed to match and raise his excitement... his pleasure. Even the walls of her little pussy seemed to shift and move with him, like he was tugging the tighter parts of her pussy with him as he pounded into her so that she could keep a constant grip on the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. The taste of her saliva, sweat, and milk mixed in his mouth and burned when he swallowed the heady mixture, like he was drinking a good booze...

Yet, none of it was as good as the moment when he heard her cry out. Hearing the succubus squeal for him in surprise as he tested his own magic back against her and feeling her shudder as some unknown spell managed to seep into her body's natural defenses was better than anything he could have ever imagined or hoped for. It wasn't just pleasure he got from hearing her cry out. He could have achieved that without risking the Succubus's health. He still didn't understand why her orgasm might have been so poisonous to her body, but it didn't matter that much to him anymore.

It was the pride that swelled up in him that he enjoyed the most as he made the demoness claw and grasp at his back like he took away her self control. It was the product of work done over the course of a dozen lifetimes finally bearing fruit that made him gasp and shudder with deligh-

John gasped softly as a familiar voice addressed him and pulled him out of his... his vivid and heated thoughts. He wasn't standing in the same place as before... instead, he was at the makeshift cook's tent. He was at the back of a line of slaves who had gathered to get food after it had been set up, and Dofi was standing in front of him. He didn't even notice the Gnome until he heard her whine and felt her head roll back against his leggings, bumping against the metal plating that covered his crotch, while his hands finally stopped what they had been doing since he had approached her. John couldn't remember when he had changed targets to find the little Gnome, but it didn't matter to him in the moment. He realized how hard he was, how he had been unconsciously groping Dofi's chest up until that point, and how no Orc in the Tribe around him seemed to care that he was doing it... so he continued as if nothing had changed in the first place.

His finger curled and sunk into her soft, swollen breasts like he didn't know how soft or rough his touch should be anymore; he just kept squeezing more and more until Dofi let out a soft squeak and trembled in his hands. She didn't pull away, she just started staring at his hands and her chest with her wide purple eyes through a pair of round, wire-framed spectacles that had to have been new for her. He noticed that her nipples stiffened against his palms, like they had inexplicably popped up into a hardened state since he couldn't remember teasing them to that point, and groaned as he rolled the little buds around between each groping finger until he had seen them poke out between each digit at least once. The short sightings of each nipple were enough to make John unconsciously squeeze his hands again, reveling in the way her big tits spilled out of his hands like there was suddenly too much for him to hold and the way she pushed up to stand on the tips of her toes whenever he pinched her nipples. It was almost enough to make him consider imagining the demon again... but he decided against it.

He didn't need a demon when he had a girl right there with him.

"Send Urga to my tent," he barked at a random **** and watched for a moment as the collared man jumped and stared at him with wide eyes. "Immediately!" he told the **** who quickly took off running. He couldn't bring himself to wait anymore. Forget the water, the villages. He only wanted one thing... one thing before he ran into a dragon or something ridiculous again. He picked Dofi up and slung her over his shoulder to walk back to his tent.

"Master, I-" her voice shook as she spoke, trembling with uncertainty about how she would fare for what he clearly wanted to do. "Wait. This-" Her stammering didn't help her though. John heard her trying to convince him otherwise, but in his eyes there was nothing for her to be scared of. The problems caused by the difference in size between them could be fixed, he just had to use a little magic to make it so that she could fit a member of his size. "This isn't-" John interrupted her before she could finish convincing him to stop, silencing the little Gnome with a quick slap to her shapely rear. Her butt jiggled and shook against him as he spanked one quick little squeak out of her, and then she went silent... It turned out that the quiet didn't help her either. After seeing how her ass shook, clenched, and then reddened with the mark of his hand after just one smack, John became determined to 'discipline' the **** with a proper spanking.

Surprisingly, it was harder than he realized, and that wasn't just because he was walking around with the Gnome up on his shoulder. The hard part came in finding the right place to spank. If he hit too low, she'd scream and fidget, pulling around in his grasp despite how soft he tried to be with the punishment. Her thighs were too sensitive without some kind of extra padding between them and caused the Gnome more pain than he had been intending. The same result came from spanking too high on Dofi's butt. While her thighs were thick with soft and sensitive skin, the region at the top of her butt had almost no such softness to it, leaving her to feel the full blow every time his hands reached a little too high.

After a while, he found that his spanking worked best when he aimed right between the two areas, where her round butt was at its largest point. He discovered that when he whipped his fingers across that area, it created a kind of... target in the center of each cheek that flushed into a warm shade of pink for him. More than that, spanking that spot made his Gnome start to drip and drool. Her face blushed into a vibrant shade to match her butt after he caught her moaning the first time, and by the time that John tossed her onto his bed of furs, she had more than learned the lesson he had been trying to teach.

It was happening, and there was no convincing him of holding back in his intoxicated state.

She remained utterly silent, choosing to sit still and watch John as he stripped down rather than plead with him to spare her tiny holes. John didn't bother using his character sheet to remove his clothing when he got to the tent. He considered it, and almost did it because of the sheer ease of access that it gave him, but decided against it at the last moment when he saw the way that Dofi was leering at him. Her bright, wide, amethyst-colored eyes were locked onto John as he removed his metal bracers and pauldrons, baring the broad shape of his shoulders finally. It was a strange sight to see for the young Gamer: his body had seemed so thin and diminutive only a week ago that John felt out of place when he looked at the form his body now held. He could actually see muscles now, he just needed time to adjust to seeing that. The material that his unenchanted armor had been made out of was misshapen, bent, and beat to hell, but he didn't care. He liked the way that Dofi's lips parted and hung open as he undid the straps holding his leggings up and kicked out of them. Her big bright eyes dropped from the fit form of John's upper torso as soon as his 'pahnts' were exposed and immediately locked on to the phallic shape bulging through the front of his clothing. She swallowed deeply and gingerly began to squeeze and rub her thighs together as the two of them stared at each other, but she didn't say anything.

She was nervous, but the aura had done its work beside John's own administrations to at least ease her into silence... and then he took it a step further. His fingers tugged on the strings holding the front of his pants closed and he watched as Dofi's hands fell to her lap. She squeezed and rubbed at her own thighs like she was straining to keep her legs flexed and closed while the front flap of John's 'pahnts' fell open and the bulge that he had left in plain sight for her abruptly rose. Without the tension keeping his length tight to his own thigh, his member was allowed to fight for some freedom, teasing its way up higher and higher until it reached the hem of his 'pahnts' while John stood there silently. Again, Dofi gulped and the entrance flap of the tent opened again.

"You called?" John didn't even have to turn to look at the green Orcess. Her voice would have been enough to identify her on any given day, but after requesting her, he wasn't sure if he even needed that. After the effect that the aura had had on her on the ride up to Duskacre, he figured that she would show up when he requested her presence.

At first, he stayed silent when Urga tried to ask what it was that he needed of her. He kept his eyes on Dofi, who became momentarily shy enough to glance away from John. She looked towards the Orcess as Urga turned her head to listen to the erratic breathing in the room, and then the Gnome quickly looked back to John as he tugged on the hem of his last article of clothing. His 'pahnts' fell to his ankles in a heavy pile in the center of the room, sending his member bouncing high in the air for a brief second before it dropped back down against his thigh with a meaty slap. Dofi swallowed heavily again... but she did not look away this time. It was like he had her gaze trapped to his form.

"Master?" Urga called out to John a second time, but he still did not turn to her. He kept his eyes on Dofi all while he finally picked up the other end of the conversation that Urga had been looking for.

"Yes. I did call for you," he told her and stepped slightly to the side to make room for Urga to walk through the center of the room. Dofi's eyes followed him as he moved. "Come here," he said. Urga didn't immediately follow his orders. She hesitated, like Dofi was hesitating, clenching and unclenching her hands at her sides, but in the end the green-skinned woman was not as nervous or shy as the Gnome who had come to follow John. She strolled across the center of the room like he asked, with a familiar wetness barely glistening on her thighs as she walked, and then stopped at the edge of the bed. Her hands clenched and unclenched a few more times as John regarded Urga with a single glance and then smiled back at Dofi. Most of the boost that his aura had left on Urga's libido had worn off in the time it took to conquer Duskacre... most of it.

"Bend over the bed for me, Urga," he barely finished saying the sentence before another image of red skin flashed to the forefront of his mind. It didn't look like the same Succubus as before, John noted, but the two were similar. Same hair, same skin, same eyes, same... high cheekbones. Even their lips and the massive size of their breasts were the same. They had different horns though. The two horns on the forehead of the second Succubus stuck straight up into the air like a couple of spikes instead of curving back along the shape of her head. Where the first demon had been naked, this one had fishnet stockings digging into her thighs like she had been **** to peel the piece of clothing onto her body just to get it to fit. A couple of holes, larger than normal, in the stockings’ design told him that she had already been wearing them for a while, but that didn't matter to him. Knowing the nature of Succubi, she probably hadn't wanted to take them off.

The only thing that mattered to him was the way the Succubus grunted and groaned like her sister had as John put her down on her hands and knees. His balls still ached after the last time he had seen the first Succubus in a vision and, this time, they began to ache even more. It was like each orgasm that he missed out on in the vision somehow piled up in his physical body. Urga growled before John could hear much more than grunting and groaning though. Attempts at making the demon scream in pleasure were briefly forgotten as John looked at Urga... and watched as she turned her head towards John and bit down on her lower lip. She was breathing just as heavy as the other two people in the room by that point and the smell of sweat and sex emanating from the mattress had filled the air. Finally, the Orcess came to a decision that she seemed ready for, despite the fact that the Gnome was there too, and told John off...

... or at least, that's what it seemed like at first.

"Make me," she growled at him, and Dofi looked up from John's cock to stare at the other **** with wide eyes. At first, John expected the Orcess to walk out of the room after that, angry at the attempt he had made to bed her... but she didn't move. She didn't turn her head away from him, or even lift her hands and start yelling at him. She just kept breathing, heavier and heavier, until her breasts started wobbling under his gaze from the strength of each of her inhalations. He realized, a little late, that she was trying to goad him into physically initiating something... and then another flash of red skin appeared before him.

He didn't notice what the vision was this time, just that his balls were starting to feel incredibly full with the constant images. Instead, when the vision came to him, he fought against it. Red skin became green again in his eyes, and the cries of demons were instead replaced with the sound of thick, heavy growling as John shoved Urga down towards the mattress. His green **** didn't fight him on the way down, she simply bent over at his direction and gave him a soft rumble from the depths of her chest, a noise that sounded a lot like a verbal warning to John. Yet, she reached out to either side of herself and dug her fingers as deeply into the bed as she could get them, like she was grabbing two handholds to clasp onto for what was to come. He watched and waited at the end of his ****'s growl to see if she tried to fight him off her, but nothing happened. She didn't push back against him... or stand up again. She stayed where he had moved her to, patiently waiting as John moved into place behind her... and then she even parted her legs for him. Though the last part was probably done unconsciously.

She made it clear that she wanted him to take the lead with this... so he did and curled his fingers into her long blue mohawk until he had a neat little bundle of her hair stuck in his grasp. The Orcess moaned as he yanked her head back far enough so that Urga was left face to face with the Gnome that had already been on the bed, but Urga couldn't see the wide-eyed looks that the Gnome was giving her. Dofi, on the other hand, saw every last facial expression that came over her fellow ****'s face as John lined his prick up with the round green rump that Urga had arched up into the air for him.

The Gnome got to watch as Urga's gritted teeth and heavy breathing practically skipped into something else entirely. The rough, 'Orcish' attitude that her master had temporarily adapted had an effect on the actual Orc in the room, and a strained, defiant expression became a little more slack-jawed as John explored the entrance to her burning core with a few light brushes. Her pussy was no longer just glistening wet anymore; he made one right action with her preferences and Urga returned to the state she had been in after riding on horseback with John for a couple of hours. Suddenly, she was achingly sensitive again, and her arousal was back to dripping down her thighs. The slightest brush from John's cockhead sent Urga twitching like the two of them were bouncing on a horse again as he carefully explored the drooling mess between her legs and lined himself up with her entrance. She grunted and growled once more, feeling him spread her lower lips with the tip of his member and slot himself in place to take the rest of her silken tunnel. She knew what was coming, she clenched her jaw for it. Her body locked up in preparation, refusing to relax as she tightened her core muscles as much as possible, and then tried to tighten them again. Her vaginal walls squeezed shut in front of the head of his member... but it wasn't to try to stop him.

He knew that she didn't want to stop him by that point. The way she pushed her little green slit back against him told him that. She just wanted to make it harder on him. She wanted him to **** her walls open for him and pound her into obedience. Even if Urga would have preferred to go back to her place as a warrior, she wanted him to at least act like an Orc, and when he finally slammed his hips forward, she got her wish.

Even with a particularly brutal thrust, John didn't manage to get very deep into his **** on the first try. Her thighs briefly clenched and came together with a soft slapping noise, but she denied him a victory that would be that easy. She was an Orc, used to be a proven member of the tribe, and had spent all her life training her body for combat, Agility based combat specifically. Her muscles were built for a fight, and a fight she gave him... but with John's powers, his body had been built for raw strength. She could have outpaced him, could have ran away if she wanted to... she could have fought back, but not for long... not all the way.

When he pulled back from his first thrust, he pulled a mess of her juices back with him. The first four inches of his throbbing shaft came back sticky and slick, covered in thin stringy lines of her arousal that struggled to stay connected with the two of them and dripped down the length of his member. As much as he would have liked to hear a change in noise from the Orc, like he had heard a change in noise and attitude from the Succubi in his visions, Urga simply got quiet as John readied himself for another thrust. She prepared herself again, but the muscles that he had already shoved past had no time to close back up in his wake. He yanked on her hair and slammed himself forward again before she could get a chance to recover.

Urga tumbled forward on the second thrust. She lost her balance and fell down to lay on the bed instead of leaning on it, but the Gnome was still in her way. Giant, emerald-hued breasts fell into Dofi's lap as the Gnome sat there watching for so long that she ended up pinned beneath the larger woman when Urga pitched forward and landed on top of her. A squeak escaped the small, busty woman, reminding Urga that there was still another **** in the room and that she had to try and maintain some kind of strong facade... but it became harder and harder for her as four inches became five, and then John thrust again and five became six. Urga's grunts grew deeper and deeper in tone as John finally took the pleasure that he wanted, but even with a defiant tightness gripping his cock so firmly that he could hardly focus on anything else, there was still something that felt... wrong about the act when she wasn't moaning for him. There was something wrong about the fact that it was different from the visions he was seeing of red skin.

Her fight made him act like she wanted him to, but it also took away the noises that he had come to crave out of her. More thrusts came and more inches were buried inside of Urga as she buried and hid her voice to try and concentrate. Her pussy lips squeezed tight to John's cock as she tried to adjust to his girth, but after a while, flexing wasn't even necessary to keep her slit pulled tight around him. He was big enough by that point that her pussy lips quickly looked like they were pulled into a tight ring around the width of his cock. They passed to the point where he pushed half of himself inside of her and then, eventually, the point where there was almost no space at all inside of her womanhood that he had not yet claimed, and then her voice resurfaced... barely.

She was only growling when John finally bumped into her cervix again, and quietly enough that he almost mistook the noise to be a hum instead of what it was, but those in the tent knew better. The slightest tap pressed against Urga's womb and the Orc's body clenched and unclenched a few more times. He didn't even realize it, but Urga's jaw was hanging open by that point, and her fellow **** was left to stare at the look on Urga's face as the Orc took everything her master had. Her emerald legs spasmed into the mattress as John ground himself back through her tunnel at an angle and then up against her womb, while a little spattering of clear liquid trickled off John's sack.

The young Gamer knew that her deepest crevices weren't sealed up for him. His spell shouldn't have worn off, he didn't even know if it could, but as he pressed and squeezed against the Orc's butt, trying to **** the last few inches of his cock inside of her, John found himself wondering if he actually could open the Orc's womb back up. Physically, she had been changed to allow it. It had just been so long since the last time that he was inside her that it felt like her body might have fixed itself and sealed shut in the meantime.

Urga changed that.

While John was still focusing on grinding his ****'s cervix open again, gradually working her up to the point that they had reached in the past, Urga found herself stuck in the rough mindset that they had already started with. She didn't want the careful pushes and the slow stretching until he made it back into her womb again. It was like she wanted him to take away her ability to walk. She wanted it so badly that she was the one who finally pushed him in to the hilt, swinging forward on her jiggling green breasts and then slamming back against him so hard that their hips came together with a loud clap before they then bounced away again. The muscles that she had been tensing in an attempt to bring the monster out in John relaxed and opened for the hilting thrust as Urga speared herself all the way back on her master and popped her womb open on the swollen head of his shaft with a loud yelp.

"Fffaaahh-!" Urga cried out, but John tugged on her hair before she got the chance to finish a single coherent syllable. He finally got the high-pitched noise he wanted... or at least the first one. All that he had to do to get it was stuff her full of so much dick that a little bump bulged outwards on the Orc's stomach, outlining the spot where John's cock jammed and scraped across the top of her womb. She shuddered as the two stayed connected like that for a moment, whining at the way his cock splayed the sensitive walls in her pussy out around his girth and slapped his balls against her clit, but they didn't stay that way for long. Before Urga's trembling could come to a complete stop, John pulled himself back again.

He wasn't slow. He wasn't soft. Urga had made her point and given John his free reign over her squirting sex. He shot back out of Urga's womb with another pop that the two of them felt, scraping and dragging the shape of his pulsing member across her inner walls, and came almost to the point of pulling out completely before another vision flashed before him. It was short, so short that he barely noticed it. The Orc whimpered for him again, her soft and needy noises echoing in his ears as the sight of her legs shaking and trembling at the horrible vacancy within her left him seeing flashes of red and green skin simultaneously. The sounds of two high-pitched voices echoed in his ears, one real and the other from his vision while Urga tried and failed to deal with the abrupt hollowness that he left her with. She clenched as John poised for another thrust both in and out of the images he was seeing. Her hips locked up, tensing against the mattress, and as soon as John was ready for another thrust, he slammed himself home directly into the comfort of two large, round, firm, differently-colored asses and pinned Urga's hips to the bed.

The Archer's legs lost all tension as soon as he stretched her open again. Her face dipped down between the pale mounds atop Dofi's chest, burying her into the warmth and comfort of two jiggling tits while Urga's hands clawed at the bed. His weight and his strength pushed down against her butt, forcing it to bunch up and bulge against his waist while Urga tore apart the fur sheets, growling and whimpering less than a foot away from Dofi's face. Wide, bright, amethyst-colored eyes stared at Urga's emerald features as the Orc's face visibly fell when John pulled out again... and then refused to blink or look away as their hips slapped together. Urga's expression shifted time and time again as John shoved forward and pulled her back with the hand he had in her hair repeatedly, and Dofi saw it all. She watched as the corners of Urga's lips curled up higher and higher around her tusks as time passed, before they dipped again each time he pulled back.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the tent and echoed out in the surrounding area. Full green breasts slipped and slid across Dofi's already slick thighs as Urga began pushing back against each of John's thrusts, but neither one of the two lovers seemed keen to try face one another. Urga found no need to turn towards John. She couldn't see him anyways so there was no point in searching. John, on the other hand...

... John's eyes were unfocused, like he wasn't actually looking at anything in the room around them. He stared off into space as he pinned Urga to the mattress again and again, driving himself against her rear like her butt was just one big cushion for him to pound into. He was stuck in a daze, moan after moan blurring together in his mind, until a sudden gush of liquid shook him out of it. Urga cried out at the end of another one of his thrusts and drove herself back up against him, trying to hold fast against the base of his shaft so that he wasn't pounding into her while she was already so sensitive. She held him in her spasming depths like it would be enough to satisfy him, or at least enough to keep him still until she had come back down from her high, and he tried to work with her.

He attempted to find a pace that she liked, that he could work with, but it was all for naught. Time... time felt like it stopped working correctly for John. When he was trying to pay attention to the things around himself, the world skipped and jumped past important details that he would have normally tried to pay attention to... but now that he was trying to wait, everything felt like it slowed down. He noticed for the first time that he had begun pivoting his hips with each thrust so he shoved against one specific spot in her walls that he had brushed against in the past, but he didn't pay attention to it for long. He recognized the fact that he was doing it in his visions and remembered that Hestia and his mother had tried to arch and twist in ways to get him to do the same thing, but it was a minor change in movement for him. A minor lesson that he didn't remember learning. Now, he had to stand in place and watch as Urga jerked and clenched on the end of his dick, coating him and his legs with the hot, clear, sticky stream that came from her orgasm, and he had to do it while waiting for what felt like hours.

He knew that only a few seconds actually passed, but the knowledge didn't help. He became impatient waiting as seconds felt like minutes, and somehow when he recognized the endless length of time, minutes started to feel like hours... Eventually, he got sick of seeing the fake images of red skin react to him. He needed more than that... and Urga... well, she had wanted it rough.

The way time was supposed to work changed for John again, and before he knew it, he was back to his old pace again. He skipped to a moment where he became recklessly focused on his own pleasure after seeing Urga get hers and closed his eyes to savor the way that Urga's squeals got louder and louder for him as he thrust through her moment of exquisite sensitivity. Her voice was somehow already hoarse like she had been crying out for some time and his legs seemed covered in more of her juices than he remembered... but he felt so close. When he blinked, it happened again. Urga wasn't thrusting back and screaming for him anymore, she was just growling and moaning softly into one of Dofi's breasts while the little Gnome gave her a weak hug. She seemed intent on maintaining her stony grip in the fur sheets of the bed and her hair was matted to her head, her body slick with a fresh sheen of sweat, but John still wasn't there yet.

His testicles ached with the load that had become so pent up inside him that he groaned himself as he drove into Urga again with a squelch and a slap. A part of him felt like Urga might have been just as sore as he felt, if not more. By the time he noticed the small puddle beneath them on the bed, he realized he was almost there.

Finally, time skipped again and John came to a stop at the end of a last thrust, but there was no way for him to tell how much he had missed again. His cock thickened hugely as he reveled in the way Urga's cunt seemed to squeeze and mold to the shape of his cock, to the point that her womb felt like it sealed up around the head of his member, locking him in place for the impending orgasm. His balls tightened and lifted, surging up with a strength that he hadn't expected before the feeling hit. In a way, his orgasm felt like it cleared his mind of all thoughts, of everything except the feeling before him. It even took away his visions of red skin. His arms shot forward to catch himself before he fell, his breath caught in his throat, and his muscles all locked up.

His cock flexed inside of Urga like a monster trying to test the walls of a new prison, and then it did it again... and again, and again. Urga's pussy grew tighter and tighter around him, stretching to its limits with each pulse of cum that came up in wave after wave. He fired off thick torrents of seed like he had been saving the load up for all of his life, and the feeling of fullness in his balls began to steadily lessen. With John's penis still stuck in her though, the pressure began to build in her instead. He acted like the cork to the flooding that took place in her womb, stopping anything from slipping back out of her sex, but he took up all the space that she had for his orgasm at the same time. For him to let it out, her body had to test the new elasticity that his powers had given it from the last time the two of them had slept together.

Her womb had to stretch and expand with the amount of seed that he put into her and, with her hips pinned down beneath him, she had to let it happen. She didn't try to make him work anymore for his orgasm, she just groaned into Dofi's breast with the sudden bulge that appeared in her belly. He wasn't surprised to find that Urga relaxed with the growing warmth in her belly, but he was surprised when the bulge of cum and cock in her stomach kept swelling. He watched and shuddered as the two of them stayed connected like that while the mind-numbing sensation washed down his spine. It kept going like he had tapped into something perverse and endless for once, forcing her stomach to grow and inflate for longer than John thought possible... before it finally came to a crashing halt.

The pressure in Urga's inflated womb became so intense that it pushed John back out after a while, shoving him out far enough for his seed to start noisily spurting out around the sides of his shaft. The partial round swell of Urga's stomach began a slow and steady deflation as John finally withdrew from her... and realized that he hadn't taken a breath throughout the entire time that he had been cumming. Urga slipped out from under him, sliding across the wet puddle beneath her, down to the end of the bed as John began gasping and sat in place, but he still wasn't focused on Urga.

She was smiling too much for him to worry about her, even as she slipped off the end of the bed and sat on the floor. After a couple seconds, the faintest signs of definition in her abdominal muscles reappeared and the Orcess groaned as a fresh torrent of his seed spurted out of her.

"What the fuck?" he asked. Instead of focusing on the state of his ****, he was worried about what he had just experienced. The images of red skin and horns were so fresh in his mind that he could still see them if he didn't restrain himself. He could still feel time... warping with each passing second, leaving him with a feeling like he was somehow out of place. Despite the fact that he could see all of his limbs and they were all completely still, it felt like they were moving.

More than that... he was still as hard as a rock and his balls were starting to feel full again.

"B-better now, Master?" Dofi squeaked, and John turned to look at the little Gnome.