Evening Activities

Dinner passes in a slightly awkward, but still pleasurable mood. You try to apologise to the witches for causing them so much trouble during your sexual frenzy, but they cut you off after the first few words, saying it was fine, even pleasurable, and they got quite a bit of your semen as alchemical ingredients. Zaimela even praises you for your enthusiasm and endurance, saying that with a bit of practise, you could become a master at fucking. You blush up heavily and almost drop your spoon when the others nod and make approving comments, but also feel a strange satisfaction.

Predictably, the overly lustful Zaimela offers to teach you, but you decline politely. You just do not feel ready for more yet. Both the witch and Vemaho the alraune protest and try to convince you how much fun it could be, but you eventually are able to stop them. Edmortia the coven mother and the ghostly Orellanna only watch and listen with an amused smirk, while Tamaria eventually stops the other two from pestering you. But even she openly offers herself to you for ‘fun time’, making clear that all you need to do is ask and she would teach you whatever you want.

Aside from that, you enjoy the delicious food and the conversations. Once more you wonder why the monster girls are so friendly towards you, but at this point, you are used to it. Nonetheless, you stay wary of them a little, as their stench lies heavily in the air despite them still wearing their heavy boots. It is a strange mixture of body odour, salty sweat, sweet, foul plant scents and the disgusting smell of rotten, burned leaves and vinegar that comes from Edmortias pipe. The mix smells so bad that you practically bury your nose in your food to escape from it, as the delicious aroma is masking the stench quite well. Plus, you are starved anyways, having not eaten for two days straight.

However, that does not mean you want to stay in the room and be **** to breathe the smelly air any longer than necessary. You could maybe tolerate their musky body odour and the slightly sweet smell of ivy sweat and cheese that Vemaho gives off, and that you can smell clearly as she stays close to your side and is still not wearing any clothes except for her vine leaves to barely keep just a slight bit of modesty, but when the elder witch lights up her nasty pipe again and fills the air with an obnoxious stench of burning cabbage and cinnamon, you have enough. Luckily, you get a perfect opportunity to leave in the form of the sock elemental Nakna who comes into the room and asks the witches to help her with a problem in the stables. Zaimela the witch hybrid gets up and approaches the strange figure, pulls her into a hug and presses her lips onto the smelly, dirty socks, then says: “Well, what problems can there be? Let us go solve it quickly so I can suck some more of her cum out of you…”

It looks disturbing as she pulls the sock elemental out of the room as it does not turn around to leave. Instead, her face sinks into her head and reforms on the other side without any of the socks moving around. Because of that, you can see that the spot where the witch kissed the socks is now smeared with bright red lipstick, and the area around the spot is stained with some white substance. You can spot more whitish stains on her otherwise brownish-green, blackish-yellowy, overall, very dirty sock body, and blush up heavily when you realise you are responsible for these stains. She must have absorbed some of your cum into her body. The thought is still so alien to you – your cum – that you almost miss the perfect opportunity to leave. The heavy smell of sweat and worn footwear that surrounds the sentient pile of socks is also not helping.

It is still the best opportunity to escape from most of the stench, though, so when the witch and the sock elemental leave the room in a slightly visible cloud of cheesy stench, you get up and turn to leave as well. “Thank you once again for the meal”, you say towards the witches. “I think I would like to go out into the gardens for a while… I’m not very tired yet, and I need some time for myself.”

The witches nod understandingly and Tamaria replies: “That’s fine. Take your time. Just don’t go too far into the woods or you won’t be able to come back into the house. Sometimes a little bit of alone time is just what you need when you are down. Either that or a good, hard fucking and some heavy, musky boots to smell.” Of course, she would say that, you think. Vemaho looks up to you as you step towards the door and asks: “Shall I come with you, mistress? I could help you relax by licking your feet, or I could give you a blowjob if you want to. You could also fuck me or lick my sticky pussy or-“ You cut her off by saying: “Please no. I want to be alone for a while.”

You are already deep in thought as you step out of the room, so you do not notice the disappointed look on Vemaho’s face as she watches you leave. Having talked with the witches after you woke up did calm you down and eased your concerns, but you still have a lot to think about. Mainly coming to terms with the drastic change to your body in the form of a male organ, but it also still feels like you were tricked by the witches and **** into an orgy that you did not want to take part in. It was very pleasurable, sure, but it still feels wrong that you did not have a choice in the matter.

The lush, wonderful gardens do wonders for your troubled mind and help you calm down. It is just hard for you to remain troubled or worried when you are surrounded by overgrowing plants, trees, and flowers. You lean against a tree and watch the gardens, observe the flowers in the beautiful, serene twilight as the sun slowly sets and just relax. After a while, you feel calm enough to do something you wanted to do while you were alone: Inspect just what the witches have done to your body. So far, you pushed all thoughts of your new organ away or treated them with the greatest distance possible, without knowing just what it meant to now have what you have. That is about to change.

You look around the gardens once more to make sure you are alone. Since you can still hear noises from the direction of the stables, you don’t think you will be missed anytime soon. Perhaps the witches are having another orgy in the stables. For one second, you allow yourself the thought of heading over and watching, but you have more important things to do. You take off your pants and panties and are soon naked from the waist down. There, on your mound, hidden by a bit of hair, sits a pale green spot. You take a deep breath and calm yourself, then touch it with your finger. A small shudder runs through your body and your crotch gets warmer as flesh grows from the spot and extends into a flaccid penis and a sack with testicles.

You have to say, it looks foreign on your crotch. You carefully observe it for a while, then curiously poke at it with a finger. It feels like touching any other body part, sensitive, but normal. Overall, it does not look impressive at all in this state. You carefully move it around a bit, feeling the air on it while trying to get used to having a new organ that does not naturally belong there. At the very least, it does not seem to bother you while moving, and your honey pot is still there and as sensitive as before, something you confirm by briefly inserting a finger into it to tickle your cherry. What is the deal with this thing, you ask yourself. Why are the monster girls as well as all the men you have ever met so obsessed with these things?

Predictably, your fondling has an arousing effect on your organ and after a few more moments, it starts to stiffen and grow into all its long, thick, throbbing glory. This is the first time you really see it on your body, as the lengthy period of forming it was done on a mirror image and during the orgy you were not entirely sober. It looks intimidating and foreign, but you cannot deny that there is something arousing about the large rod that sticks out from your crotch, the pulsating veins, the mushroom-shaped tip, prominent and wide and very sensitive, but in a good way. Even the slight breeze feels amazing on it as you start to stroke it, awkwardly at first, then with increasing enthusiasm as you are rewarded with an amazing pleasure.

You don’t know how long you have lain there in the grass, eyes closed and focused only on the pleasure as you move your hand up and down the shaft in long, drawn out strokes. Your surroundings fade into the background as your mind is consumed by an exquisite pleasure that feels less overpowering than during the transformation, but at the same time stronger and more real. A silent moan escapes your mouth as you roll around in the grass, one hand fondling your breast, the other stroking your hard shaft. You are so caught up in your lewd masturbation that you don’t hear the rustling in the grass, nor do you see the shadowy figure approaching you. Only when you pull your hand down after another long, drawn out stroke and feel a hot breath on your tip, you realize you are no longer alone, but before the thought can fully form in your mind, your rod gets engulfed by a scorching hot, deliciously wet, immensely pleasurable mouth.

The spike in pleasure is so great that you jolt up and almost jump a little, only to see Vemaho looking up towards you through half-opened eyes, grinning widely despite her mouth being filled with your thick rod. Her vine-like hair falls over her head and tickles your thighs as she starts to move up and down the shaft, using her soft, hot tongue to increase the pleasure you felt from masturbating tenfold. “Mmhhh, excuse me, mistress”, she says with a voice that makes your bones melt even further, “But you looked so pretty and inviting that I could not resist…” She plants little pecks of kisses onto your cock head, then licks up the shaft with her cute tongue and moans happily. You moan as well, louder than her, and encourage her to continue.

The alraune sits up a little to give herself better access, then quickly swallows your hot rod again and starts blowing you with obvious pleasure. Your breaths get deeper as your pleasure continues to grow, which means you are taking deeper breaths of her sweet pheromones and sweaty, cheesy smell, but strangely, it only serves to heighten the pleasure her blowjob is causing you. Vemaho senses you are about to cum and pulls away almost fully, then swallows your rod as far as she can. The sudden increase in pleasure pushes you over the edge and you start to cum, but you don’t shoot down her throat like before. Instead, she pulls away again, slower this time so your first spurt fills her mouth, then pops your cock out of her mouth and aims it at her face. Spurt after spurt shoots out of your tip and covers her beautiful, ivy-green face, the snowy white cum contrasting nicely with her skin tone.

Seeing her face getting covered in white, creamy cum feels deliciously lewd and wrong and only heightens your pleasure, so your spurts are even more forceful. Some even fly over her head and land on her vine-like hair. The monster girl giggles and smiles, licks her lips, directs the last, smaller spurts into some of the dangling strands of hair on her side, then swallows audibly and moans. She looks so lewd, downright obscene, but so undeniably beautiful with her face covered in cum that you are getting aroused again despite still riding the afterglow of your orgasm. Vemaho giggles once again and kisses your tip, then sucks the rest of your cum out of you, a strange and highly erotic feeling, then says: “You came so much mistress, you covered my whole face! I love it! If only it was a bit stronger, but maybe it will be if you have lots of smelly sex! You can have me whenever you want, mistress, I’m yours to take. I might not be very experienced, but I am willing to learn! As long as you let me smell your delicious feet, I will do whatever you want!”

Her speech is interrupted by her planting kisses onto your hot, now deflating shaft. She then moves closer towards your face and looks into your eyes, her naked, sweaty breasts pressing into your own, her body odour rising into your nostrils, strong, but not nearly as offensive as it used to be, an adorable and lewd smile on her face. You hesitate for a moment, then raise your head and kiss her soft, plump, wet lips. She opens immediately and allows you to French kiss her, to taste her mouth and your fresh, clean cum, a taste that you immediately like. It only takes a few minutes for your shaft to get fully hard again. You sit up and then pull away from the kiss and admire her face, green, smeared with cum, young, cute, very beautiful, and watch as she moves into a kneeling position and embraces your thick rod with her small, dainty hand. “Would you like some more, mistress?” She asks.