Instant Barrier

"Just make sure to give me a moment before we go so I can go put on something decen-" His mother had barely even started talking before John used his ability and recalled the both of them back to the kingdom. She didn't get a chance to stand, or even finish talking, before the kitchen quickly warped and disappeared around them, vanishing like their previous life had been no more than a puff of smoke in the face of a true reality. Their house, their whole world, was replaced by the dark, familiar sight of a small hide tent and the feeling of a supernaturally thick atmosphere nearly **** all life out of the two of them. His mother gasped and arched her slender back reflexively, shoving her hardened nipples and her heavy breasts into John's chest as her lungs filled with the exact same, intoxicating air that he had been introduced to earlier. Her body twisted and writhed in his lap with her every breath, instinctively grinding her sensitive delta so firmly against his girth that she 'accidentally' had him hard again within seconds. Truthfully, she didn't even try to move away from him when they arrived. Despite how eager and curious she visibly became at the idea of seeing something magical and unnatural, she chose to just stay in his lap, letting her hands roam all over his body until she had fixed the fact that his pants were still buttoned up. "Woah..."

"Yeah," John mumbled in agreement with a small, moony smile when he felt her small, silken hands slip into the depths of his school uniform. Even now, her fingers failed to fully grasp around the width of his member as she skillfully slipped his full size out of his denim confinements and, without a moment’s worth of hesitation, lewdly slapped it against her wet pussy. A soft hum shook past his mother's swollen lips as they both touched, and despite how she might have been unintentionally teasing him with her absentminded groping, John didn't even wait to take advantage of the situation. If the mood was back, then there was no better time for him to just go for it.

He watched with an unbelievable amount of glee as his mother's mouth fell open into the shape of a small, shocked ring as his first thrust speared into her, albeit deeper than he had been intending to go. With just one sharp, needy bucking from his hips, he felt her little tunnel stretch and spread around himself. Her pussy yielded, and she shrieked in joy, as her pussy lips parted so surprisingly easy around the first half of his girthy member that, immediately after his first plunge, the two of them found themselves locked hip to hip with the other in mere seconds. It wasn't like her body had any other choice, though. His cock was large enough now that the lower half of her body was nearly sent numb and limp over his lap as the sensations radiating from where he bumped against her little cervix threatened to overwhelm her. What tight muscles and walls that her split pussy had were all pulled taut and stretched out around him as he jammed his cock in deep enough to send every last nerve ending she had into a tingling, aching fit that simply repeated at every last flex and pulse that surged through his turgid cock. He sent her jaw into gentle quivering at his first touch and then into outright shaking as he completely buried himself within her heated depths. She pulled and bit down on her lower lip, taking it back into a shy, needy grasp like it might help her situation, like it was her own self, all in some **** bid to keep herself from crying out...

Yet, John couldn't have that.

"Nonono," he stammered out and chuckled as her hips began to grind and shift against him, rocking the tip of his dick back and forth against the entrance to her womb like it didn't even hurt her. Her cervix wasn't as sensitive as June's had been, John realized, but it might have actually been tighter. Her body was closed off to him in comparison, like there was something else blocking him from using her womb like he had done to his own teacher. "I want to hear everything..." He punctuated his last word with a low growl into his mother's ear and slapped both of his hand into the soft flesh of her ass. Her round butt jiggled and shook in his hands from the impact, but more than that, it had the desired effect he was looking for. His mother gasped at his touch, and her full lips parted at his bidding. He made her voice pitch, and she spoke with the same familiar sweetness he was growing accustomed to as he **** her to gasp out his name again.

Her abdomen and legs twitched erratically against him as the two of them rolled over in the bed they had materialized in. The feeling of various familiar animal furs tickled and brushed against their bare skins, setting his mother off even more as he pinned her beneath him with one particularly hard thrust. They shoved, and both switched sides, as her heavy breasts bounced with John mounting his bombshell of a mother. She didn't even try to fight John when he moved and changed their position, she didn't want to. It didn't matter if they were simply lying together in missionary or something else. The important thing was that they both got what they wanted, and so, as John lifted her legs up to rest them over his shoulders, he was rewarded with the sight of his mother lovingly caressing her own collar just before he slammed into her again.

She smiled, a little blankly if he had to be honest, and through the visible haze of lust clouding her expression, John watched as she moaned out his name again and locked her ankles behind his head to try and keep him close. She bucked back at him, squeezing her full, round ass into the crook of his groin from below and molding the size of her expansive butt against him as he practically just sat in place atop her. She squeaked and whined as they both shoved back again, hard enough to make her bounce in place once more while John pushed on. For a while, he kept firmly grinding and stretching out every last nerve he could reach with his size until, finally, he realized that he wanted to go deeper. Despite how nice it was to be mounted atop her soft bubble butt like she was serving as some kind of comfortable fuck-cushion, he still wanted to go deeper.

He had already tried it once with June, and he knew firsthand how good it had felt for the both of them. A part of him also knew how wrong it was to be changing the bodies of the people he laid with, especially when he was mainly doing it just for his own pleasure... but he also knew that it wasn't like she wouldn't have liked it. Of all of the immoral things that John knew he was doing and would probably do in the future, like fucking his mother, using his magic to have better sex seemed like it was pretty low on the list. After all, the only thing he wanted was to feel that same pressure squeezing and gripping at the tip of his cock. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

More than that... what even was the point of magic if he couldn't use it for fun?

"Sorry," John muttered, and his mother's brow furrowed as John abruptly put a hand to her stomach. Her mouth opened, her full lips parting wide, as if to ask him about what he said before she suddenly felt it. "Augment Body."

There was no slow or gradual change for Brenda Newman. Her body didn't subtly shift or ripple in the ways she had seen John change when he used his magic. It just happened. One moment, John was teasing her in her darkest depths, lewdly rutting and smashing against all of the spots that she ached for all of her partners to reach in the past... then, in the next second, those very same spots seemed to open. She grunted as she felt a part of herself pop soundlessly around the tip of her son’s cock and he slid into an area that he wasn't supposed to be in. She choked on her own surprise as he filled her beyond what she had ever come to expect and stabbed against the birth control device she had had installed long ago. A dull, throbbing wave of pain radiated out from the moved device too as he filled her so much that it was like she could feel his presence suddenly blocking off her voice... and then her IUD changed too as John continued rearranging to make room for himself. One use of Theft and the painful thing at the end of his member vanished.

Achievement Unlocked! "Two's a crowd."
You've successfully physically altered the only two people you have ever had sex with. Can you go for a third?
+1 Charisma
+20% in cum production
2/3 Requirements fulfilled for ?????

The second that pain inside his mother was gone, everything seemed to change for the two of them. For Brenda, it was like she nearly blacked out. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her body went rigid and flexed against John, and every last memory she had of a good lay suddenly seemed snuffed out like someone had blown out the light of a candle. Her whole body uncontrollably tensed and trembled, until she started to shake so violently around her son's fat cock that she could feel every last twitch continually grinding her raw, changed nerves against him. She squealed and moaned as her body began to uncontrollably squirt her own liquid pleasure against his crotch until his balls were dripping with her juices and she was howling out his name at the top of her lungs.

Her senses were thrown into overdrive as the nerves of her poor, little pussy all burned with new life, and all of the pleasure she had known beforehand from a good womb-crushing romp was suddenly multiplied. His mother squealed in joy, and John watched as drool began to continuously drip and hang from the corners of the mouth of a woman who had been fairly sexual on her own before John came along. Her body jerked abruptly as an endless flood of sensation exploded outwards from her core and sent her head spinning almost endlessly until she had nearly taken over all of the movement needed between them. John didn't even really need to thrust much after that; his mother started shaking and clawing at him so uncontrollably that she practically took over all of the thrusting for him. She cried out, screaming incomprehensibly for the whole camp to hear, before John finally grabbed onto her plump, round ass to finally try and finish himself off.

The ability to speak and form coherent words completely left Brenda Newman. Her mind seemingly shifted and cracked, as if turning feral for a moment while John rammed her into the soft bed of fur and pinned her in place. Their hips loudly clapped together, staining her round cheeks into a gentle shade of cherry pink from the many impacts, and then abruptly stopped. The two of them just froze there with John buried so deeply that they could both feel him pulsing from the base of his cock and all the way up to the tip. All sound stopped as all sensation reached a final tipping point... and then exploded for a second time as John finally came inside her with everything he had.

If it weren't for the fact that they were already on the ground, then John might have fallen over. Spots danced in his vision as, again and again, he came more than he ever had before. Spurt after spurt after spurt of hot, milky seed blasted past the seal of his mother's gaping cervix and filled a once untouched crevice with a warmth she had never known to touch that area before. The whites of his mother's eyes crossed, and her pussy seemingly sealed shut around him as her body instinctively locked the tip of his dick and every last drop he had inside her core. The muscles in her abdomen visibly shook every time his balls churned out another spurt, spasming erratically as he bathed each of the newly altered bundles of nerves within her core with his presence, until, finally, his mother just went limp. She shut down, unable to cope with the new feelings overloading her mind for the first time, and her body rested and struggled to recover until the streams of femcum squirting out of her pussy finally came to a complete stop. She just laid there and would continue to until she was at least left with only the aftershocks of her orgasm and the pulses of a dozen strange, tingling sensations all the way down into her fingertips and toes remaining.

When John pulled back out, none of his cum followed out behind him, save for a little bit that glistened on the tip of his member. Her cervix, which had been stretched and changed into a new little pocket of pleasure just for him, sealed back up after he drew away. Her love tunnel trembled and squeezed at him with a surprising amount of strength when he tried to pull away, but he did, eventually, wrestle his freedom back again. It came with an actual lewd, indecent, popping sound that could be heard throughout the whole tent as he slid from her clinging labia and left her to try and close back up behind him, but the only juices that followed after him were her own.

A small smile curled across John's lips as his mother unconsciously whined through her open mouth at his escape, and he gradually glanced down at the mess they made on the bed. The bed furs were soaked through at first glance. A small, translucent puddle of liquid pooled at the base of Brenda's giant bubble butt and at his knees, and the puddle splashed again and again every time one of her aftershocks pushed another spurt of her clear juices out of her. He chuckled and slowly set her legs back down onto the bed from his shoulders before inspecting himself for signs of the mess they had made.

In a way, he was equally just as dirty as she was. The front of his open pants were completely soaked through. His cock, which was still hard and dripping, mostly with Brenda's own presence, was also incredibly slick and white at the tip. It was the one spot on his member that had been deep enough inside of his mother to dip into the load he dumped into her womb. It was really the only visible symbol aside from his own breathlessness that stated he had actually cum.

"Welcome back," Urga said suddenly from the entrance of the tent. The front tent flap was now hung widely open for every last Orcish woman that had been standing nearby to look in. Many were smiling at him and waving, John noted, or just glaring at him with something resembling a sense of predatorial, dominant lust. They were all still just as nude as they had been earlier, but Urga was no longer walking around with her bow any more. Instead, she had her eating utensils out, and while her bowl was void of food, she was still holding it aloft in front of her own loincloth like some kind of tiny wooden shield. "Hungry... Master?" She all but spat the last word out at him, before she failed to discreetly steal a glance at his hardened member. It only made John smile though.

"Yeah, I think so."

John made sure to wait for a little while before he eventually went to eat. Urga even waited with him while he cleaned himself off as much as he could with his mother's robe and tucked his cock back away. Even though he never ordered her to, Urga stayed near him, and once he had written a note telling his mom to stay in the tent or immediately nearby it, Urga continued to stick close to his side as John stumbled his way back out of the tent.

The camp, for the most part, was exactly as John remembered it... save for one minor detail. They were no longer in the middle of the forest. Instead, as John walked back outside, he realized that they were on the edge of it now, and everything had been set back up in a manner that was almost the same as before. When he asked Urga about it, she told him that it had been almost a whole day for them since John had left, once again detailing a strange time difference between the two worlds, and the camp was supposed to keep moving. Thankfully, it was still dark outside when Urga began leading him over to an area that he quickly dubbed 'The Cooksite.' The fact that the sky was still black helped to give him a little adjustment period before Urga gave him her bowl and gestured for him to eat.

He was a little confused at first since, as soon as he went to go and get food from one of the giant pots of stew that were being maintained, Urga didn't follow him. There was a lot of tradition for him to learn, and apparently, since they only had one bowl, the slaves had to wait to eat until after John had his food. The tradition left him a little worried when he realized that he had left her unable to eat according to their ways... until she told him that she had simply broken the rule while he was gone. A couple of simple Orcs tried to get angry and challenge her over it, but when asked if they might like to deliver the complaint to him directly, everyone apparently backed down.

"Why is that?" he asked between shoving mouthfuls of stew into his mouth. The food surprised him with how tasty it actually turned out to be; he had mostly been eating as quickly as possible so Urga could get some food too. Many of the pots were maintained by slaves who had already been trained and broken, but they spent all day cooking it. The end result left John enjoying a nice bowl of tender meat with a rich, smoky flavor that almost overpowered the bizarre mixture of fruit and veggies that had been thrown into it. The meat generally didn't mix much with the rest of it, unless John was specifically biting into some of the other ingredients, but it wasn't bad.

"People lose to cheaters..." That stopped him. He knew that when compared to all of the warriors the camp had, he certainly wasn't high on the list of intimidating figures... but cheating? That didn't make sense. How had he cheated? His brow furrowed, and he slowly turned to stare stupidly at Urga for a couple of seconds before she finally waggled her fingers at him. It took him a couple of seconds, but he eventually caught on.

"Magic?!" he almost scoffed at that. They were Orcs! Actual Orcs... the fact that they even existed was in itself an argument for the use of magic! "You could have used magic. I'm pretty sure that you di-"

"No," she cut him off before he could finish. "We don't alter reality." She didn't even give him a chance to argue with her. She just cut the conversation off right there. He didn't get much from her on the topic after that. He did manage to learn that the Elves in the area also used magic, and that was also one of the many things that caused the Orcs to hate them. It turned out that the Orcs also didn't use magic because they chose not to. The tradition that they had believed in the application of strength. They believed in it so much that they built a society upon it. Their people even ate based on the order of strongest to weakest. Apparently, he was eating after both the leaders of the tribe had eaten and the pack alphas too!

"How do I find one of these alphas?" his next question stopped the conversations of everyone seated nearby. Urga, and all of the other Orcs who had been reluctantly eating next to him, growled lightly at John as he looked at her... but none of them got up when considering what he could have been asking. They truly did not like the idea of going up against someone who used magic, though John tried to hear their warning. Urga eventually relented, thanks to the power of the collar, and revealed that the Alphas of the camp usually stayed closest to the chief's tent. It was the best spot for them to be at in case of an emergency or an attack. "And... if I wanted to go hunting or raiding... where would I go?"

Once again, everyone around him fell silent.