Epilogue to I - Daiane is certain Rose will come around

Later that day...

Yvette was rather furious over Daiane's seeking out Rose. "Now she will never talk to us again," the poor amazoness cried. Daiane always had a pushy side. Yvette frequently worried that side was aggressive at times.

Daiane, on the other hand, had no such fear. Equipped with some knowledge of Rose's woes, she hopes to return and convince her otherwise at a more appropriate day. So for the time, as Yvette rauses her voice in dismay, Daiane shoves her against the couch and pulls down her sweats.

"No, my love. We have conquered her heart. This is not over, far from it," Daiane kneels and takes hold of Yvette's mighty cock and gently licks Yvette's balls, feeling it grow in her hands. "She is wild, a hungry tiger. Her hunger will fester, and when it takes hold, she will understand only you can satiate it."

Daiane's loving touches are superb, and her aggressive attacks over Yvette were delightful. She spits, and licks, and sucks over many points before opening her mouth and inserting the tip, playing with her tongue, dancing all over the skin. "Oh yes, love," Yvette whispers, stroking and gripping on Daiane's hair.

Daiane works her lips down Yvette, hitting just short of the sweet spot. With every slow drag and warm lick of the tongue, Yvette could feel herself wanting more, gently pulling her wife's hair further in.

But Daiane denies giving her the satisfaction. She wants Yvette to pull her in, to take control of her. And that's exactly what Yvette does. Finally having enough, Yvette tightens her grip Daiane's hair and pulls her in. The tip of her cock sliding down Daiane's throat.

Yvette holds her there, letting Daiane take a moment to adjust, or feel resistance. But Daiane remains, moving her hand to fiddle with Yvette's soaking wet pussy while the other stroking her bulging testicles. She looks up, flashing her domineering eyes with a look of comfort and wonderous lust. That was Yvette's confirmation to resume. Yvette first pulls Daiane back for a moment to breath - she has no intention of stopping once she starts - before moving her lover down, letting her lips sink further down, closer and closer to taking the whole thing.

Daiane thinks of Rose, picturing her in her mind standing off to the side, quietly oberserving. Rose would, no doubt, struggle, as she attempts to accomplish what she is doing now, but she was certain Rose would try and learn. Afterall, Daiane struggled at first, but through years of practice, she eventually earned runner-up for longest breath with the tribe's largest cock in the throat, losing only to their best swimmer.

Yvette cannot hold it for much longer. The silky, and rough textures of Daiane's tongue rubbing down the tender parts of her cock was amazing as ever. Daiane notices the sharp breaths, the sudden grinding motion of Yvette's hips, and the harder pull of the hand over her head. She lets herself be taken by Yvette's desires, allowing Yvette do most of the hard motion, before Yvette gasps for air and the torrent of cum pushes its way down her throat, so much of it fires straight into her stomach.

Daiane, however, likes enjoys it when it's messy. She pulls herself away and Yvette's cum slips out and blasts all over her face and body. She cooes and hums while kissing her lover's mighty shaft as more of that excessive load showers Daiane. The relief that spreads over Yvette's face soon settles. She does not open her eyes. She knows her cock will flash with life once she sees her beautiful wife covered in her spunk.

Daiane leaves for the shower, leaving Yvette to focus on cleaning her mess. Rose, for the time, is no longer on her mind, but the future of her family remains uncertain.

...

A few days later...

Rose stares at the message before her, a lengthy letter which could be summarized in a few words, 'You're fired.' Rose drops her head on the desk.

"How was I supposed to know that she would be in next room over we had sex in?" Rose cried? "What are the fucking odds?"

Technically, this would not be grounds for termination, but Rose and her boss were on shaky ground as it were already over personal reasons, among them involving the boss's husband, who had taken a small fancy towards Rose. Perhaps it was jealousy that drove her boss to drop extra paperwork and cancel her vacations, instead taking those for herself to try and reshaping the family's relationships during that one night. Of course, that all ended when Rose screamed her seductive tones for anyone next to hear.

There was no way Daiane could have set this up. Yvette? No. Daiane was the first she spoke of her job to her, in the very restaurant where they had that threesome. Was it really chance that wound her up screaming while her boss's family was next door? This couldn't be a coincidence.

Rose threw herself into her bed. It was bad enough she ended up fired, but she found out that morning, after a pregnancy test, that Yvette's baby was firmly planted in her.

The idea of a baby wasn't so bad. But the cost of living was simply too high to make things manageable. The problem wasn't needing to find a good paying job. She certainly could find one with her experience. Rent was expensive, as was the many necessities of living in the city, including loans. With what she was making, she was barely able to save up. Now, with a baby on the way, everything she saved might just fall in the drain to keep the little apartment together.

Rose finds herself reminded of the big amazonian on top of her, dominating her while Yvette's wife sits on top, enjoying Rose's predicament. That big cock splitting her while she mercilessly pounds Rose's maidenhood for her enjoyment. If Rose lived in the jungle, she would probably have been captured, taken in a similar manner... then given to others...from her tribe...who have cocks just as big...and were as carefree as Yvette...

Rose groans. A warm tingling sensation builds up in her. "Just this once..."

Rose scrambles for the drawer and takes out a dildo. She works her fingers over her clit, while kissing and licking around the cock before nudging the slimy toy against her pussy. With trembling breath, her mind drifts off to fantasy.

...

All around, the huts of her tribe are being entered and inspected by foreign tribewomen, all of whom are futas. They return to put the other tribe members out to the village center on their knees. Everywhere, the futas are hard with their cocks and their grins as they look down at their respective woman, now certain they found themselves a plaything.

Sitting at the center of it all, surrounded by four muscular futas with spears at their ward, was Rosalyn, the once proud queen of this village sits on her knees and tremble.

Emerging from the crowd of a dozen futas was their chieftess, Yvette, adorned with the chieftess's hide, who stands before the queen, towering over her and her people.

The poor Rosalyn begs and pleads to let her people go, but Yvette would not give in to pity. The futa have come to conquer, and she now holds the power of the queen's people. So, Rosalyn offers the only thing she can offer: her body. And in return, no harm will befall the tribe.

Yvette wasn't content with just that, however. In addition to peaceful prosperity, she would make her people watch as they mated, until she makes a whore out of Rosalyn. The futas would get there fair share of her as well.

She submits to the demands, reluctantly at first, but as she strips before the tribe - her people - forever staining their image of her, she finds an odd satisfaction seeing dozens upon dozens of eyes on her.

The futa circle around her and grip their large cocks, masturbating to the shy queen. One futa leaps in, grabs Rosalyn's head, and plunges her dick into her mouth. Rosalyn enjoys the way the cock slides in and out of her throat. She puts one hand between her legs, and another pinching her nipples.

Within minutes, the futa cums down her throat, and pulls out enough to release some on her face. The white sticky spunk roll down her body, dripping from her breasts, and rests on her legs, the very sight sending the other futas into a frenzy and their cum soon follows, showering over Rosalyn, covering her in that warm, white stickiness.

But the futa are far from done. Rosalyn is poised over a futa who lays down with her cock up toward her warm entrance. She is eased down on it, the cock sliding straight into her. Her arms tied behind her back and she is urged to move her hips.

The futa beneath pulls Rosalyn in, tightly hugging her. Her thrusts are hard and almost hypnotizing. Rosalyn feels another futa behind, grabbing her tied arms like a rein. The futa moves and pushes her steed into the star of Rosalyn's valley. Rosalyn winges, and the futa moves inside, slowly at first, before picking up speed to match the other futa. A third one rests on her knees, holding up Rosalyn by her hair and pushes their cock down her throat.

The three futas fuck the queen like wild animals. They are dismissive of her feelings, caring only about the prize they claim for their victory. And with that feeling, they unleash themselves and climax, flooding Rosalyn with cum. Many loads overflow from their cocks and spill out of her holes. The futas shudder out a few more drops before the two on top pull themselves away, relishing the sight of the defeated queen. Rosalyn breaths seductively, looking up at Yvette with longing eyes, still standing with a look of pure triumph over her.

Having seen enough, Yvette finally approaches, waving the other futas away. Rosalyn sits on her knees, watching the great chieftess strip away the last of her cloth and covers. The mighty cock that stands tall now overshadows her, its size incomparable to the others who just used her.

Yvette frees her arms and presses her member against Rosalyn's face. This cock...she could barely handle it, much less get her mouth into it. But Rosalyn does her best, licking it along the length while rubbing it with both hands.

Yvette shows only disappointment. Rosalyn tries harder, and Yvette smirks, more so from the sight of her prey **** to prove herself of being a part of the chieftess's own harem.

Yvette shoves her to the ground and grasps her legs, waving them up to show her used cunt. Rosalyn watches with anticipating breath as the cock lowers and glides against her clit, smoothing out the excess cum and smeering her skin with its stickiness.

"Please," Rosalyn begs, in hushed tones. "Put it in me..."

But Yvette doesn't. "Say it louder. Say it to them," she says nodding towards the onlookers that are her people. "Tell them what you want. Tell them what you are."

Rosalyn bites down on her lips, looking at the wide-eyed people that judge her. "I want this cock! I am a dirty whore and I want her cock inside me!

Yvette thrusts into her, the cum inside of Rosalyn's pussy lubracting her, and Yvette moves swiftly without thought for foreplay. All the while, Rosalyn is in ecstacy, feeling her insides stretch out, her mind a hazy mess. The mighty chieftess has claimed her, forever serving the needs of her mistress and the tribe.

All around, the futas are masturbating to the intense scene before them, while Yvette and Rosalyn groan and heave like animals in heat. Yvette lifts the submistress off her back, inserting herself at an angle. Rosalyn feels her cock penetrating her deeper within, striking at different spots. Yvette holds her by one arm, while the other hand makes the whore suck on her thumb. Rosalyn, in turn, fondles her breasts.

The climactic end is near. Yvette thrusts faster, relinquishing all sense of restraint, and Rosalyn rolls her eyes up. She will cum soon as well. She wants to be the chieftess's plaything.

As Rosalyn's vision blurs, Yvette roars...

...

Rose paces the dildo in her faster and faster. It's coming...its coming...she is so near.

But suddenly, its gone.

At the height of what should have been the big release, she stops. Exhausted. "Fuck!" She swears. "It's not enough."

Rose rests for a moment. The sunset provides a pleasant ambient light for her loneliness. She rests her hands at the place where her womb is, taking deep breaths.

Within a few more minutes, Rose goes back to that fantasy, trying something new, rough, yet intimate. The thought of Yvette begins the long journey back up the peak, but before crossing the point of no return, its gone.

"Fuck!"

Rose tries for hours, believing she reached a point that the dildo just isn't enough for her - or perhaps not big enough. Either way, she continues to try, attempting more sophisticated poses, but nothing works.

"Fuck, Fuck! FUCK!" Rose collapses on her bed, exhausted. A deep frustration washes over her, begging her for some sort of release. She raises her hand, impulsively wanting to try something, but drops it down after feeling its soreness. The only thing that is released tonight is tears, tears that soak the pillows.

Sleep seemed like a pitiful thing to achieve without some satisfaction. The sun had set, and Rose was tired. But her mind lingered on Yvette. All through that night, she thought of it: that large size that had entered her, used her, it could not escape her. Her aching need demanded her attention. She touched herself, trying to massage herself, but it would not be enough.

It would never be enough. Not for that night, the next day, or that week.