Far rougher than usual.

“My past self was a jackass, but he did tell me about a few cool things I didn’t know how to do.” Verdi said, holding the two women up as his body began generating a variety of mutagens. Sending a tentacle over to Citrinas’ eyes, he covered them to let her feel the sensations and leave her new appearance a surprise. Her stiff and nipples stiffened, the arch-imago knowing full well what was in store for her as she felt a pair of tentacles wrap around her chest.

She moaned as he coaxed out several droplets of milk, constant exposure to Verdi permanently altering her chest from modest B cups to endlessly lactating D cups. She felt a jolt of pain as he jabbed several needles into her chest, fluid gushing into her body as her chest warmed up. The liquid seemed to settle in her chest as she felt her breasts swell in size, as though he were inflating them directly. At the same time she felt a stabbing pain as he rammed needles directly into her nipples, her milk and his fluids mixing as the needles seemed to go deeper and deeper into her body. Eventually, Verdi uncovered her eyes as Citrinas took in his first change, the alchemist taking care to snatch their mirror so she could see herself in her full glory.

Her breasts had expanded to the point that she looked like a fertility goddess caricature, her melon sized tits wobbling as his tentacles bore deeper and deeper into her nipples, both of them stretched obscenely around his shafts. White fluid dribbled off his tentacles, the viscosity identical to his semen, yet it gave off a sweet scent rather than a floral scent. He thrusted into her chest, the sheer length of his tentacles causing her chest to bulge out as a mix of her milk and his precum oozed out between his shafts. Suddenly, Verdi pulled his tentacles out, the seal of his tentacles drawing out additional milk as she cried out in bliss, flailing about as he left her chest with an audible pop, the patter of yogurt thick milk and precum accompanying his exit as Fenri let out an appreciative whistle.

“Here I thought we couldn’t have any more fun and you go out and add two new holes for me to play with.” She said while licking her lips, eager to use her elongated tongue out on Citrinas’ new chest.

“What did you do this time!?” She asked, gawking at how thick her milk had become, watching it fall away from her chest, each droplet making an audible plop. A sweet scent filled the air as Verdi continued to play with her chest with his tentacles, toying around with her body like it was putty in his hands.

“Made your nipples a new hole for us to play with and raised the sugar in your milk so it’ll be sweeter and thicker.” Verdi said mockingly while squeezing her chest and pressing Fenri closer to Citrinas, the hero opening her mouth and letting her elongated tongue loll out and lapped away at Citrinas’ milk like a cat.

“Never had much of a sweet tooth, but I think the flavor might grow on me.” Fenri said, licking her lips as a trace of Citrinas’ milk traced them. Meanwhile, Citrinas tried to break free of Verdi’s grip, her every movement causing her breasts to spray milk in every direction as her chest swayed about almost hypnotically.

“Turn me back right now!” Citrinas commanded as Verdi noticed Fenri open her mouth to catch a stray milk droplet, giving him the perfect excuse to thrust a tentacle into her mouth. She was taken aback for a brief moment at the intruder as a strange, floral taste spread across her mouth, the thick translucent slime coating his tentacle like candy as she quickly got to work lapping away at it with her tongue. This tentacle was tapered and coated in thousands of tiny pin sized feelers, each one intertwining themselves with Fenri’s taste buds as the pair enjoyed a french kiss more intimate than any other living creature in history.

Mere moments after the slime came into contact with her tongue, Fenri’s entire body stiffened as an alien pleasure struck her, the hero nearly spitting the tentacle out. Sadly, Verdi had taken to her lessons on knots quite well, his tentacle deftly tying a knot to the tip of her tongue and preventing her from spitting him out. He quickly wrapped around her tongue with the rest of his tentacle, pulling it out of her mouth and quickly stroking the entire length of it, her spittle and his slime bubbling from his aggressive stroking as he made sure the slime coated every inch of her tongue.

“Fisherman’s knot. More you struggle, tighter it gets.” Verdi said as Fenri continued to try pulling her tongue back in, only to tighten the knot tying her to his tentacle. Normally she’d easily overwhelm him in a tug of war, but she had no experience in using her tongue to pull anything, while Verdi was used to holding her entire body weight with a single tentacle. Before long her entire tongue was pulled out, all 8 feet extending from her mouth and quickly being stroked by his tentacle. Just when it looked like she would just break free of his grip and pull her tongue back into place with her bare hands, she seemed to lose focus as hearts filled her eyes, her entire body wracked with pleasure. Verdi sent one of his mouth tentacles to Fenri’s face to explain what happened.

“Another potion past me taught me was a sensitizing potion. Pour this on anything and it becomes as sensitive as a clit. Even taste buds.” Verdi said, Fenri’s eyes darting down at her tongue. If Verdi could smile, he would have as Fenri’s back arched, her gushing pussy juice mixing with the ever growing pool of milk Citrinas was making, her tongue now an erogenous zone exceeding her clit in sensitivity. While Fenri had a natural tolerance to his potions, having all 10,000 of her taste buds sensitized would leave even the most ironwilled of women as mewling pets.

Before Fenri could gain her bearings, Verdi held up the knot tying his tentacle to her tongue and pressed it into Citrinas’ left nipple, her chest resisting the massive knot of tentacle and tongue from fully entering. Annoyed with the lack of penetration, Verdi sent over 4 tentacles, each one pulling her nipple open as Citrinas yelped, her nipple finally swallowing the knot of flesh as Fenri squirmed, her hyper sensitized tongue now engulfed by Citrinas’ tit flesh and intertwined with Verdi’s squirming tentacle.

Both girls let out a low moan as Verdi began thrusting with the tied up ball of flesh, Citrinas’ left breast stretching painfully around the duo while her other breast swayed hypnotically, spraying milk with each thrust as Verdi sent another tentacle to her. Capped at the end of the tentacle was a mouth lined not with teeth, but with fine feelers that would endlessly squirm and stimulate her. Latching onto her chest, Verdi tasted a surge of sweetness as her liquid ambrosia pumped into him, her milk arousing him greater than any aphrodisiac. As he drank from her, Citrinas squirmed as she felt another, smaller tentacle emerged from within his suckling tentacle. She screamed and squirted as he entered her other breast, licking away at her from the inside. He felt their every movement and twitch as he finished foreplay with both girls, spreading both their legs as he held up his latest tentacles he intended to use on them. Both their eyes went wide as he gently waved the freakish things around, viscous slime dribbling onto their bodies as Fenri pumped her hips eager to get penetrated while Citrinas tried to hide her growing wetness from him.

Like all his shafts, they were an inhumanly grotesque shape designed not for reproduction, but for teasing partners and leaving them insensate. Unlike the fat, flared head of his cocks that were designed to ensure he stayed in his partner, the tentacle was tapered to make penetration easier, the tip the size of a pinky that steadily thickened to the size of Fenri’s thigh. Downward facing ribs ran across the length, each one capable of tugging at their vaginal walls whenever he pulled out of them. He finished it off by lathering his own tentacles with the sensitizing potion, the fluid causing him to shudder as he felt his tentacles throb, the potion capable of affecting even his poison resistant body. For someone normal like Citrinas, it would probably drive her insane.

“Hope you’re in the mood for some lizard.” Verdi said, waiving the faux draconic cocks in front of them mockingly. Knowing that Citrinas was the more lustful of the pair, Verdi spread her legs, exposing her overgrown clit and her drenched labia for the world to see. He gently pressed his draconic cock against her lips, the sensitizing potion causing Citrinas to squeak and instinctively recoil, the mere touch leaving her on the cusp of climax as he pressed forward.

As expected, the tapered tip let him slip into her with ease, her folds spreading open for him and swallowing him whole without the slightest hint of resistance, her body embracing the alien tendril like a lover. She could feel him stretching her the deeper he went, the rear facing ribs sliding into her without resistance as his tapered tip kissed her cervix, painting her womb with a jet of precum. Rather than serving as a barrier to her most sacred place, it felt like her cervix was sucking him in, every rib studding his tentacle sending a bout of pleasure through her as her belly started to bulge out from the sheer length entering her. She tried to stifle her moans to hide her enjoyment, yet no amount of willpower could hide the twitching of her vaginal walls or the throbbing of her womb as her body instinctively coaxed him deeper, centuries of breeding with erosarkics leaving her body constantly desiring such inhuman partners.

“Too… Much…” Citrinas groaned, trying to remain sane as the sensitivity potion seeped into her vaginal walls, amplifying the painful pleasures from Verdi’s tentacle. She could see the ridges of his cock through her own skin, her pussy continuing to stretch wider the deeper he went. She felt her breasts part as his shaft continued to stretch her out, her vaginal lips now straining in slight pain due to the ever increasing girth of his tentacle. Her mouth opened as she felt her tongue flop out, hearts in her eyes as she felt her tongue press against her own distended abdomen, Verdi plunging deeper into her than he’d ever been and stretching her womb to her own face.

Just when Citrinas thought he would pull back and let her feel the ribs of his tentacle scrape her as he left her pussy, the tentacle bent within her, turning inside of her womb in a semi-circle as he continued to feed more and more of his tentacle inside of her. The tentacle cock that stretched Citrinas out began to coil in itself, her belly distending outwards in a writhing mass as Verdi continued to **** more and more of his tentacle into her. She felt an alien pleasure of being filled to capacity with nothing but cock as she looked down, her belly a pseudo pregnancy filled not with a child or even semen, but with tentacle cock. Her vaginal lips began to scream out in pain, the girth of his shaft now thicker than both her forearms put together. Despite that, she felt a tinge of joy at the sensation, her body releasing a masochistic joy she didn’t want to admit.

“Ey. Wah ahou eeh? (Hey, what about me?)” Fenri asked, her tongue still stuffed in Citrinas’ chest as she watched Verdi slowly pull out of Citrinas, his ribs tugging at her labia and cervix at the same time. Upon hearing her, Verdi almost felt ashamed, forgetting he had another partner to play with.

“Whoops. Forgot about you Fenri. Sorry!” Verdi said, a bout of pleasure hitting him as he thrusted a draconic tendril into her, the hero as tight as ever as he felt her vaginal walls cling tightly to him. As if to apologize to the hero for his neglect, Verdi sent a mouth tentacle and latched onto her clit, his tiny feelers coiling around her clit and stroking away at it while he gently sucked at it, the sensation like pure electricity as Fenri quivered under his grasp. He felt his already lubricated tentacle grow wetter as he felt Fenri’s pussy spasm around his tentacle, her cervix practically inviting him in deeper as he pushed onward into her womb.

Despite her womb rapidly filling with tentacle cock, Verdi could tell she was far from satisfied by “normal” sex, her body just as corrupted as Citrinas as she glared at the nearest cluster of tentacles, as if to coax him to defile her further. His instincts demanded he thrust away, yet his rational mind wanted to make this a night she would never forget. Just as he mulled over just what to do, he saw a hole that he’d never played with until now. Fenri had her fair share of partners, but there was still a virgin hole Verdi could claim for his own. Sending out a thin tentacle the size of a finger, he sent it downwards, pressing it next to the draconic shaft.

“Eh!?” Fenri yelped as she felt his tentacle plunge into her urethra and soaked it with the sensitizing potion, turning what would be an uncomfortable feeling into a new source of pleasure. Verdi felt a wave of euphoria as he toyed with the virgin hole, only to realize that he had penetrated Citrinas’ urethra without thinking, his body moving by pure instinct to satisfy his unending lust. Suddenly, both girls were lifted up as Verdi watched his body in quiet fascination, finding new tentacles everyday.

It was fundamentally different from any tentacle he had used on them before, the last 30 inches of his tentacle rigid like bark rather than flexible and prehensile like his other genitals. The one pressed against Citrinas’ ass was covered in barbs like one of a cat’s cock that grew thicker the deeper she took him, while the one pressed against Fenri’s was identical to a dog’s tapered and knotted cock. Both girls felt their holes stretch painfully around both shafts, the rigid nature of both shafts causing their already distended stomachs to distort further, a solitary monolith of rigid animal cock interrupting the chaotic mess of tentacles infesting their wombs.

Citrinas let out a whorish moan the further he plunged into her ass, the mage feeling a masochistic pleasure from the barbs stabbing into her ass while Fenri groaned as the canine shaft stretched her ass to the limit. As they reached the base of his rigid shafts, Fenri squeaked as she felt the knot pop into her with an audible plop, only to feel herself stretch as he pulled it out of her and let her ascend his shaft. Citrinas was no better as Verdi began rotating the massive barbed cat dick in her ass, the barbs digging into her while he thrusted.

“Shdawp, body ish gedding we-glurk (stop, body is getting weird)...” Citrinas moaned, only to be silenced by the equine tentacle that plunged into her throat, gagging her as spittle and precum dribbled down her chin in equal measure. As he plunged into Fenri’s mouth as well, he couldn’t help but stop and appreciate the show, his tentacles no longer requiring his direct action and moving from pure instinct.

Spittle and precum ran down both their chins as equine shafts thrusted into their mouths, their throats distended around the tentacles. Citrinas’ chest was swollen with milk, her left nipple filled with a knot consisting of Verdi’s tentacle and Fenri’s tongue while her right nipple was occupied with a mouth tentacle suckling her and fucking her nipple with a tongue. Their wombs were an ever changing mess bulged out in pseudo pregnancy, filled with ridged draconic cock whose ribs dragged at their cervixes and labia with every movement while their urethras bulged out from the finger sized tentacles thrusting into them. Impaling both their asses were truly monstrous shafts 30 inches long, the bulge produced from penetrating both girls distending their stomachs, the cocks resting between their chests when he hilted himself to the base. The most magical part, in Verdi’s opinion, were the unfocused glaze in their eyes as their minds were overloaded, the pleasure leaving them as nothing more than mindless seedbeds. As if to reward both girls for falling to pleasure, Verdi’s tentacles tensed up all at once, his own climax rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, both girls’ stomachs began to shrink down as Verdi retracted his tentacles, leaving their stomachs distorted only by the behemoth of a cock stuffed within their asses. They quivered as he thrusted into them, leaving the tips of his tentacles within their wombs, his previous movements serving only to give their wombs room for what was to come. The only warning he gave the girls was a tiny spasm from every tentacle as he hilted himself as deep as possible into the girls. A moment later, his tentacles swelled in size, the sheer volume of his sperm expanding his tentacles’ urethras as he flooded both girls with his seed while the other tentacles baptized them in his seed. Fenri and Citrinas’ newly flattened bellies suddenly surged in size, every tentacle inside of them filling them to capacity.

They felt him pulse in their mouth and ass, flooding their stomach from both ends with sperm as the sheer pressure caused residual sperm to leak out from between their lips. They felt the familiar filling sensation as his tentacles spewed ungodly amounts of sperm into their waiting wombs, their stomachs returning to a pseudo pregnancy. The strangest sensation, however, was the feeling of his thick seed pumping down their urethras as he marked the hole for his own personal use. Milk fell away from both their chests, their climaxes and the growing swelling in their bellies igniting their reproductive instincts as their bodies prepared to birth monsters like true seedbeds.

Verdi continued to thrust even while climaxing, his body long surrendering to blind instinct as it tried to turn both girls into mindless seedbeds. He could feel every inch of their bodies tense up with every spurt of seed, a telltale sign of a climax from both girls. The high pitched squeals he had grown accustomed to hearing from both girls was absent, both of them letting out low, bestial groans as they felt what little remained of their sanity be washed away by semen. Eventually, Verdi’s climax petered out, his monstrous body unwilling to harm his new seedbeds as he took in both girls’ appearances.

Both of them coated in a thick layer of white, as though a thousand men had their way with them and drenched the girls in their seed. Both of their abdomens were swelled out as though they had no less than triplets growing within their wombs, their every breath causing their full bellies to jiggle. Fenri’s tongue remained tied to Verdi’s tentacle and stuffed in Citrinas’ left breast while her right breast had Verdi’s tentacle trying and failing to drink away all the milk she was producing. As Verdi withdrew the tentacles from them, he could hear them groaning as the obscene sound of his spilling seed and dribbling milk echoed through the castle. Despite how perverse they looked and how roughly he had treated them, both girls had a blissful expression on their faces, their minds still in a haze of pleasure.

Wrapping a tentacle around their distended bodies, he squeezed gently to coax his seed out only to find a hint of resistance from both girls. Instinctively, they clenched their muscles, unwilling to humiliate themselves in front of him. Of course, Verdi’s strength won out as they forcibly drained, the sound like falling yogurt as they slowly returned to their usual trim bodies. Despite being emptied, they remained in a daze, still reeling from their previous orgasm and unable to move from exhaustion. Gazing upon their naked bodies drenched in his seed and gaped holes, Verdi felt his lust flare up, his tentacles snatching them up for another round.

“Well, I did say I’d turn them into seed beds, and I’d rather not make myself a liar.” He told himself, plunging another array of tentacles into the two girls and drinking in the sound of their gurgled moans as his residual seed clung to their throats like jelly. He silently thanked both their ancestors as he continued to toy with them, the monster blood running through their veins leaving them capable of far more **** sex than any human could hope to enjoy.

He spent the rest of the night toying with the girls, endlessly rutting into them like an animal as he pushed their bodies to the very limit. By the time dawn had come both girls were left as nothing more than groaning seedbeds, their minds long gone as they pleasured him in his human form. Fenri’s head bobbed up and down on one of his cocks, her tongue lapping away at his balls while she groaned, Verdi’s fist thrusting deeper into her. Next to her, Citrinas was using her left breast to pleasure him, her nipple swallowing a quarter of his inhuman shaft with ease while she peppered his balls with kisses and licks. Her free hand was used playing with her overgrown clit, her pussy occupied by Verdi’s other arm as he fisted her.

“Could have sworn there was something important I should have asked them.” Verdi thought to himself, hilting his cocks into their respective holes as he came, the two girls obediently working to maximize his pleasure. As he filled Fenri’s stomach and Citrinas’ breast with freshly churned seed, he shook his head and shrugged, completely forgetting about the strange cut at the bottom of the note he wrote for himself.

“Eh, if I forgot about it, it must not have been important.” He thought as both girls finally passed out, their minds and bodies now broken. They’d likely wake up in a few hours and kill him for going this far, but he decided to clean them up and enjoy the afterglow of their night.