Jan watching Gen and Tyther and enjoying herself at the same time.

Jan quickly excused herself as Steve pleased the sumptuous deer folk. She grabbed a skewer from a plate as she approached Gen near the barbeque. "Jan," the giant centaur moaned.

Jan leant up and kissed him, "Enjoying Tytha's mouth?" she asked.

Gen laughed, "There are few beings that can take my entire length, fewer still that can do it with their mouth," he groaned.

Jan smiled, "Well, she did offer to give me some tips," she said as she knelt by his side.

Gen chuckled, "I don't know if she can," he said as Jan watched Tytha slowly engulfing his cock; her jaw was distended, and the bulge of Gen's cock could be seen at the top of her throat.

"I can dream," Jan replied. She reached out and pinched one of Tytha's nipples and watched as her scales shuddered.

Slowly, inch by inch, Jan watched, panting, as Tytha twisted her head back and forth, slowly sinking herself onto Gen's glorious cock. As she knelt there, watching with bated breath, she brought a hand to her cunt and started to play with her clit. Jan wasn't sure if what happened next was more arousing or disturbing to her.

As Gen's cock sank beyond Tytha's neck, her sternum distended and stretched. Jan could hear the sound of wet clunking as her bones shifted to accommodate the mammoth cock. "Wow," Jan breathed. She reached out again and rubbed at the bulge in Tytha's distended chest. Tytha quickly brought her hand to Jan's and enticed her to push harder. Jan obliged and quickly heard a moan from Gen. "You can feel that?" she asked.

Gen turned to look down at her, "I can feel your hand against my cock, through Tytha's body, yes."

Jan whimpered quietly, "Oh God, that is incredible." Jan then reached further down to Tytha's cunt and slowly pushed two fingers into the lamia's cunt. Again, her scales shivered and her tail thrashed.

As she slowly fingered Tytha's cunt she felt a hand on her hip and turned her head to see a figure behind her. He was quite tall and heavy set, with a pointed snout and a pink pointed cock. "Hi," Jan said, her eyes locked on his pointed cock, it was wet, long and about as thick as three fingers. "Please, p; ite fuck me," she begged.

The figure knelt behind her, reaching around Jan to grab her breasts, the pads of his fingers were thick and rough, his claws were dark and his fur deep. "I am Divash," he said, slowly kneading her breasts, "you should know, though, that I am a shape changer and…"

Before he could continue, Jan interrupted him, "Please, just fuck me, do what you like; I just want to feel your cock."