Intermission Part 7

Interesting Dreams...

Vanessa awoke from her bed coughing and gasping for air. She clutched at her throat, scratching her own neck with her nails… only to find it slender, unblemished, and smooth… like it always was. There was no slimy tendril wrapping around her throat or forcing it open. She was just… back at home, in her obscenely large room, surrounded by cascading walls of expensive silk and mostly empty bookcases.

The few things that she had actually bothered to put up around the room largely just consisted of trophies. Most of them came from things like gymnastics and cheerleading, and a few were indeed earned on her own, instead of taken from the judges when one of them foolishly ‘ignored’ her performances and had to be ‘taught’ how wrong they were. The other ‘trophies’ were things that she had taken from the pathetic peasants that she had walked across while living in Springfield.

Her heartbeat slowed as each new breath gradually came in deeper and longer until, eventually, she felt calm enough to stand. She crossed the room without thinking, the worry she felt after her nightmare with John still stuck with her, even after she ended up in front of a mirror. She looked fairly normal, even though she didn’t remember putting on the sheer silken nightgown that practically hung from the hardened tips of her pierced nipples. She just didn’t feel normal. When Vanessa straightened up and stared at herself, her gaze naturally gravitated down towards her slim stomach. Her outfit was thin and translucent enough for her to see the toned outline of her abdomen… but her belly looked fine. She could even still feel the snake...thing inside of her, like it was wriggling around at times, but she couldn’t see it.

Actually, the only thing that she noticed was out of place were her nipples. The hardened nubs were cherry pink and swollen between the studs of each side of her nipples like she had been standing outside on a snowy day for hours without end, but it wasn’t even cold in her room. They were surprisingly sensitive, almost painfully so, to the point that even the subtle shifting of her gown was almost enough to make her tremble.

After some brief exploring, she found that that wasn’t the only thing that was extraordinarily sensitive now either. Her lips felt oddly sore, the cheeks of her toned butt felt like they almost constantly clenched, and she was wet… annoyingly wet, actually. Her sex was so red and puffy that, if she didn’t know any better, Vanessa might have assumed that Frank had been over. She was so wet that, after a couple more minutes of searching to make sure that there was nothing truly out of place, she had to wipe the inside of her thighs with a fresh, damp rag just to keep them clean.

Unfortunately, even the lightest of touches didn’t help with that, and for some reason, each touch had a tendency to remind her of the end of her dream, the part that came after she wound up collapsing into John’s arms. She remembered closing her eyes, like she was about to pass out, and then… she remembered hearing his voice again. John and her teacher, Mrs. Wentworth, were both talking actually. She couldn’t… understand what it was that they were saying, she just understood the gnawing, painful hunger that, for once, didn’t just come from her stomach. It was so powerful that she could feel herself grumbling and growling for food all throughout her body. Everything craved for it, for blood... and then John’s voice got closer. He spoke in a reassuring tone as he poured something… thick into her new den. She remembered coiling under unseen pressure that kept her in place and hungrily drinking from the new liquid that John fed her.

She remembered feeling saved… briefly, by that pathetic excuse for a man, and then Vanessa felt sick as gratitude for the nerd mixed with her normal feelings for John. She groaned at her own image in disgust and then turned away from the mirror to finish getting dressed for the day.

Dofi’s rise from the depths of slumber was met with an angry groan as the Gnome struggled to disentangle herself from John’s first ****. Green sweaty limbs weakly struggled to grip the pale short woman, but the struggle was brief and Urga’s grip was easy to escape from. Dofi stood up, or rather sat up on the bed, her swollen belly lurching and sloshing, and then burped softly. Even that little noise, as it came from the depths of her poor compressed little stomach, escaped from her in the form of a high-pitched whine and was promptly followed up with a little gasp from the Gnome when her wide eyes landed on the pile of gold and silver that had been haphazardly stuffed into one of the nearby chests in the room. The chest was left open and bare for everyone to see, especially since the lock on the front of it was broken, but no one had bothered to take any of the belongings inside.

The gems and jewelry sparkled as Dofi looked at them, like they were calling out to her through the firelight that was flickering off them, and the Gnome very nearly got up to try and grab one of the gems. She stopped before she managed to find her feet and groaned as the sloshing in her womb caused her knees to buckle and tremble beneath her. She lost her balance and dropped back into the bed with a soft thumping noise, before she groaned… and slapped her thick thighs together when the sudden motion caused the giant load of seed inside her to roll around in her core. It was still so… warm, even after his presence had already left the two of them, so comforting and soothing to her sensitive nerves that it caused something to click inside of her and spread to her limbs like a pleasant, unending buzz. She hummed softly while the buzz grew and grew until it was out of her control, her hands unconsciously rubbing and squeezing at her own belly, and then it released. Her used, puffy cunny clenched around an invisible member… and then it started to spurt line after line of mixed, milky cum against her thighs. The streams didn’t get very far with her thighs squeezed so tightly shut, but the slightest of gaps between her legs and her pussy allowed it to splash against her skin… and drip down into a puddle beneath her round, pale butt.

Her voice squeaked as she tried to hold it back and her eyes rolled up into her head, but it fought to break out of her. Holding the sound in for too long was like holding in a breath. The lack of fresh air made her orgasm sharper and stronger, until it threw her back down into the makeshift mattress and Urga’s arms. The Orc squeezed Dofi tight as her lungs began to ache, her arms clenching firmly around the Gnome’s midriff, and before Dofi could try to plead for her to stop, thick churned lumps of cum began to spurt noisily out of her tiny tunnel. Her womb shrunk… slightly, and the air was **** out of her lungs in a shrill, noisy squeal, but Urga didn’t stop squeezing…

...She didn’t stop until Dofi finished shaking and collapsed into the Orc’s giant bear-hug. They both wound up covered in a mixed layer of John’s white liquid warmth and Dofi’s juices, and then Urga started to sit up too. The Gnome continued clutching at the sheets for a while longer, unable to stop the buzz and throbbing sensations that passed through her form, until eventually she found enough strength to at least try and get up even with his ‘warmth’ still toying with her senses.

Her eyes landed back on the chest of gold and silver, while Urga began to try and wipe herself off. The Orc didn’t bother searching for a rag or bucket of water, she just used the bed to do as a towel instead. After a couple of seconds, Dofi did the same. The Orcess stood up and stretched, a soft smile spread unconsciously across her face. Her giant, round, green breasts shook and bounced as she arched her back out… and then sniffed curiously at the air.

“Do I smell… blood?” she asked, and Dofi looked at her curiously. The blind Orcess turned her head cautiously towards the chest full of jewelry, her breasts swinging through the air and slapping together loudly, before Dofi told her what it was.

“I-It’s gold,” she mumbled. Urga’s hand reached out momentarily and then stopped when she thought about who the gold must have belonged to. She considered not touching it, leaving it alone for her master, and then decided to do it anyways. Her hands dived into the pile of loot with a series of soft jingles, and then when they came back up, she was holding a bundle of necklaces, rings, and coins. The Orcess smiled as she rubbed her fingers across the items and tried to feel their texture… and each second that Dofi sat watching made her more and more anxious. She held her stomach as carefully as she could while her heart started to race again, rubbing her hands across its bare and round surface, and then groaned as the buzzing picked up again. She couldn’t stop herself from stirring it inside of her, keeping his cum warm and safe, and the thought that she had succumbed to such a strange addiction caused her to dive deeper into it. She bit her lip… squeezing the plump cushion between her teeth until it hurt and then groaned.

She felt like a mother, except for the fact that humans and Gnomes couldn’t actually breed together, despite how many written fantasies there were out there for such a thing. A part of her idly wondered how many fantasies like that had been lost at the Craggy Keep. She moaned as softly as she could, but it didn’t go unheard by Urga. The Orc chuckled upon hearing what she was doing, and for her act, the Orc called her a ‘good whore’ again.

She felt like a mother… and a plaything for both the Orc and her new master. If she was good though, then she probably deserved a reward. It only made sense… right?

“W-will you grab me a necklace?” Dofi asked and watched as Urga’s head turned towards her. “P-Please?” she said and then fell silent as the Orc sat still for a moment… and then her hand dove into the chest again. She pulled out another handful and began plucking the longest chains she could find out of it. Some of them were necklaces, other items… she didn’t recognize. Eventually, Urga pulled out one that was littered with a dozen little rubies on it. “Th-That one!” The Gnome cried out and watched as Urga carefully began to pluck everything else and put it back in the chest. Once her hands were empty of the other spare pieces of jewelry, she tossed the necklace over to Dofi who put it on.

Even after she was wearing it, Dofi’s eyes remained locked onto the necklace as it glimmered around her neck. She giggled and rubbed her stomach a little harder, but there was still one thing that her mind craved for. If she couldn’t spend her time writing something down, then at least she could dream about living in luxury for a little while. Her master’s cum provided the warmth she would have gotten from a great palace. She had the jewelry that one might find hanging from the neck of a royal family member.

“Now I just need a good meat pie.” Dofi giggled… and then shuddered as she squeezed her belly once again. Urga didn’t miss a beat. She had a reply ready.

“I prefer creampies,” the Orc grunted, and Dofi’s jaw dropped. She stared at the Orcess for a long moment, while the green woman simply grinned... and then a short giggle escaped the little Gnome. She covered her mouth with one hand as Urga continued grinning at her, and tried to stifle her high-pitched laughter, but it didn’t work very well.

She giggled, and giggled, and giggled… until Urga shut her up by grabbing one of her ankles. The Gnome froze as her fellow **** pulled the short woman’s stubby legs apart, but Dofi couldn’t bring herself to try and cover herself up with a hand. She couldn’t bring herself to pull them away from her belly. She just kept rubbing it and squeezing while Urga took the opportunity to stuff a finger that was thick and calloused, at least for the Gnome, up into her core.

Surprisingly, Urga had to work the finger past her lips. Her velvety walls were stretched on the inside, permanently reshaped for their master… but her entrance was abnormally tight, even for a Gnome, and had a unique spongy texture too. The Orc started by exploring it with little strokes, moving around the edge of her pussy until Dofi was shaking from the violent shocks of pleasure that took away her ability to control her legs. The Gnome threw her head back as she drowned in another blissful daze, but Urga didn’t care about the state of her fellow ****’s mind. She just kept exploring until the little Gnome arched her back with a shrill squeal and then collapsed.

Her eyelids fell into a heavy droop, locking onto the head of her fellow **** while Urga ruthlessly clawed at her walls, followed by her jaw dropping slowly enough to let the little Gnome pant. She sounded like a ragged animal, a piece of prey for the hunter that started lowering her head down towards her Gnomish clit, but Dofi stopped her.

“S-S-Slowly…” she mumbled and then watched as Urga stopped. There was a pause as the Orcess tried to figure out what she meant by that, and then when her head started dropping, Dofi’s hips began to squirm. She rolled them around and around while Urga tried to find her pussy again, but this time it wasn’t honed in on just the throbbing, almost bulbous button atop her slit. The Orc had to hunt and her wet, plump, green lips left a trail as she was **** to kiss her way around Dofi’s cunt.

Dofi’s Gnomish thighs and stomach were suckled at and rubbed raw with Urga’s big ivory tusks in a slow circular pattern. Around and around, Urga worked her way inwards until her lips were covered with more than just salty sweat. John’s thick, heady cum filled her lungs and mixed with Dofi’s own juices across her lips… and then her tongue as the Orc practically dove into her.

Her thick meaty tongue split Dofi open again, similarly to how John’s cock had, and then the kissing was gone. Urga’s gaze hardened and focused. Her hand’s slapped into Dofi’s body, one into one of her breasts possessively gripping the nipple atop it like it was hers to hold, and the other into Dofi’s belly. She held Dofi like she was an Orc again, using an owned **** like a proper warrior would, and Urga clearly loved it.

It was a little different from the standard way she would have used a ****. Normally, she would have just used it to get herself off instead of hungering for the remnants of the man she had laid with.

Now, the Orc was practically purring as she drank her master’s seed out of the squirting, incoherent toy that he had last used.