Let the growth begin

It was only a short walk from the representative greeting hall to the much more refined lounge. This one was designed with resting after hard negotiations in mind. Compared to its bigger cousin it was rather small, a hexagonal room with a low ceiling and 8 columns surrounding a little water basin. Carpets, cushions and pillows lay strewn across the floor, asking people to sprawl over them. Immediately the absence of windows was noted and the room was only lit by lots of small and colourful oil lamps which were as numerous as their price was absurd.

Each wall showed a painting of some lewd erotic act. Those on the side of the entrance were outright pornographic, showing human men and women fornicating with mythological creatures. On the other hand the ceiling was utterly civilized and showed a starry night sky.

Carefully the two groups entered the room, dispersing within and while it was small, it was still large enough that people didn’t need to touch anyone they didn’t want to - although many did. Among them was Fiametta, who much to everyone’s surprise sought the proximity of Uraca. Head at her shoulder and hands on her legs she looked at Tonalnan, knowing what was about to happen.

The princess was still standing and grinned from ear to ear before she said. "I thank you greatly for your hospitality and while I want to thank you, we also have prepared a gift for you - a complete batch of freshly produced Shocoa."

That cut through the older woman’s haze of lust. "Thank you but wh..."

Fiametta had started to kiss her neck.

"You see, Shocoa is a divine drink which is created by a very old ritual and overseen by the female members of the Sun Queen’s family." and with that Tonalnan undressed and Fiametta's lips had reached Uraca’s breasts. Shortly afterwards one of those tiny nipples found itself between the redhead’s hungry lips.

For a short moment time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Tonalnan revealed the last parts of her skin, liberating it from her heavy and richly decorated clothes, mesmerizing her audience with the sway of her curves. Her voice sounded like a whip as it cut through the room and ended the little pocket of reality as sudden as it had come to existence. "It is a very interesting ritual too but I think you are currently more interested in the results. So since you already had a taste of your own, whom of your sons should I present with my favours?"

Without waiting for an answer Tonalnan walked over to the column closest to the entrance and slid down, legs spread wide she waited. Uraca could only guess what the exotic princess wanted and nudged Centurion, her oldest son. Being a good example and horny for some pussy anyway, he walked up to the centre of attention and started to unbuckle his pant,s but Tonalnan shook her head.

"No, you can keep your pants on for a while, all I need you to do is to get your tongue down there and bring it to work on my horny little twat,." she had purred and smiled but now she waggled a finger at him and got serious. "Soon after you start licking Shocoa will start to flow and you will drink it all, until I say it’s enough. Understood?”

He looked at her more than just a bit confused "Shocoa?"

Tonalnan’s smile grew broader and bolder. "Would you rather like a cup like your mother?"

To this he grinned and went to work, just as Fiametta slipped mirror like between his mother’s thighs. The princess had been right, seconds after his first greedy licks her honeyed lips parted and gave way to a true tidal wave of fluids - warm, creamy and extremely tasty fluids. Fighting at first he was able to gulp down most of it and only a few lines of the nectar carved their way into his beard. To the astonishment of the crowd Tonalnan seemed to orgasm even though Centurion couldn’t do much but swallow.

Nonetheless her moans were unmistakable to experienced ears. Suddenly Teyacapan was there and put an assuring hand on protégé’s shoulder. She said something to which the princess nodded, right before the flood between her legs suddenly seemed to end, most likely due to her muscle control. As soon as the river ran dry, Centurion fell back. He needed a few moments to get back up from the floor and panted heavily.

Smiling like a dazed stud, while in the sweet arms of oblivion, he stood there, swaying from side to side a little and ignoring the looks of all those people trying to find out what was going on.

"Are you all right?" asked his mother with some concern in her voice but Teyacapan immediately tried to calm her down.

"Don’t worry. It’s a totally normal reaction after he drunk so much of such a high and undeluded dosage. Usually the privilege to drink directly from the snatch isn’t granted and we also have let it ripen quite long this time." A somehow worried look was directed to the princess by her. “The princess persisted of keeping it in for so long, she wanted the demonstration to be… spectacular.” A hungry grin showed on the majordomo’s faces, as she looked in Centurion’s direction.

Uraca wanted to ask further questions when she noticed that her son had suddenly gone rigid. He stood now almost in the entrance to the room, so that everybody could see him and especially the visibly growing bulge in his pants, which was accentuated by wet spots marking the passage down towards his knee.

Uraca got slightly angry, because it was a potion after all and she bet it was a very potent one at that. She knew that her oldest boy had a rather thick 8 inch cock but right there it was turning from a decent trouser snake into a veritable dragon tail and she could feel her mouth open itself as it grew and grew. In concert with that she spread her legs farther and farther, to give Fiametta easier access, something that she immediately made the most. Uraca twitched and let out a surprised yelp as her loyal captain went lower and gave her benefactor’s cinnamon rose a big sloppy kiss, right before that cheeky tongue sneaked its way through a more than willing backdoor.

“Ffffffffuck…” the business women moaned while her body demanded some serious attention and more openly. “I… see… you learned mmmmore… than just a few… new tricks.” Uraca still remembered that Fiametta had never shown any real interest in anal play. Whoever had managed to convert the officer, Uraca made a vow to thank him or her extensively for it. Meanwhile she lifted her derrière a bit more, giving her lover even better access. As a side effect her horny gushing cunt was visible to the room, only partially obscured by Fiametta’s nimble and playful fingers, who seemed to never get tired teasing those swollen lips and proud pearl.

It was quite understandable that Centurion had to stare at his mother’s situation. His eyes looked quite dreamy as he watched the milky fluids constantly pouring out of that obviously hungry snatch. Only then he recognized his own situation and grabbed his crotch, at a position where he would have usually gotten his meat dead centre but now…

He shook out of his trance and looked at his pants, breathing heavily while adjusting his grip as if he wanted to keep that rising pillar small but it was already too late, the leather of his pants was aching and soon after his slut slayer had grown down his thigh there was a loud snapping sound, his hand was slapped away and a giant piece of fuck meat swung before him in the air as his trousers were ripped through and his robe flew open. Centurion’s eight incher was gone, replaced by something that was well over 10 inches and already wider then some people’s forearm.

But this wasn’t the end. Centurion's foreskin was absurdly oversized, dangling down far over his swollen pre cum gushing peach, easily longer than many full sized cocks and letting drip out insane amounts of pre-cum. Almost everybody from among the Montclairs were shocked and thought it a botched potion, the islanders on the other hand knew that this was just a temporary problem. Soon everybody was back to positive astonishment as bulging veins appeared down on his shaft. Unsurprisingly they didn’t stay there for long, like hungry snakes they worked themselves up his shaft and soon his manhood widened even further, before he finally grew in length. Followed by another growth spurt and another and another, his pulsing member showed no indication of stopping as his foreskin was filled up rapidly and eventually the massive cock head peaked out.

Right then Centurion had grabbed the base of it, his face strained but not pained, as his cock continued to grow into the room, reaching 15 and more inches, when even the island women began to stare admiringly. That was when the stuff hit his balls. Not being small before, they began to expand, easily surpassing the size of female fists, then the male equivalent. Uraca licked her lips, as she tried to guess how much man milk was gathering in those big pulsing and still expanding nuts. She moaned at the sight of her son’s transformation and Fiametta’s expert work on her naughty hole. That wench hadn’t been this good when she had left and must have trained quite a lot but now she realized that all this had been that little slut’s plan, of course she had been here often enough to know all the boys’ cock sizes and she obviously had known what the islanders would do to those.

She grabbed that flaming hair and pressed its owner harder into her. “Better get that tongue deep up my asshole you cheeky plotter.”

Fiametta happily complied.

A roar erupted from the room as another growth spurt happened to Centurion, but the group only had a fraction of a second to appreciate his new found magnificence before the situation escalated even more…

A couple of things happened almost simultaneously.

Down in front of Uraca Fiametta’s work was finally crowned, as her pearl diving and rose gardening finally drove the older woman over the edge. Uraca grunted like cheap but well fucked whore in the Kettle, as both her twats signalled a massive orgasm. Knowing her body fully well, she realized that fighting it was stupid and so she let herself drown in that freak wave of pleasure, already feeling her juices concentrating.

Meanwhile, Centurion’s newborn monster cock decided to celebrate his freedom by demanding his also freshly swollen balls to show the room how much this breath of fresh air was appreciated. In short the audience had to watch the rippling pulses going through the man’s meaty whip as his foreskin pulled back and his large piss slit widened even further, right before a thick rope of pre-cum left it to go flying through almost the entire room.

All eyes followed the translucent beam of fluid, which was a wide as the shaft of a spear, with a slightly larger tip. It hammered into the wall behind the orgasming Uraca, right there where Centurion would have stood. There it connected the stone wall with that stone hard cock, only breaking after a second or two, falling down on top of Uraca and Fiametta. Moments later the barrage continued with another shot and then another, in shorter but not smaller loads.

Even while the first shot burst from Centurion’s mighty lance, his mother answered it. With a howling scream of almost agonizing pleasure the white haired business woman’s upper cunt convulsed under the watchful eye of her love pearl and her own howitzer was aimed. With the eruptions her body started to tremble hard and her eyes rolled back in joy, her own fluids started to fly, eventually hitting her son dead centre on his broad chest, drenching his clothes.

Within the next seconds the room was parted by a wide line from mother to son, which was subject to rain season of sex juices worthy of Tharros, turning the floor milky white. Wrapped in orgasmic pleasure Uraca kneaded her tits and twisted her nipples hard, massaging her son’s pre-cum into her hungry skin, while Centurion used his hands to collect his mother’s juice and rub it all over his still pulsing man meat while continuing to aim it at the twitching milf.

Between those legs was still Fiametta, still doing her job dutifully. The captain was drenched in honey by both family members but she wasn’t the only one, the blonde twins Jimena and Ximena had taken their positions in front of her mother, sitting at her legs, now their curly blonde hair had streaks of their brother’s pre-cum in it and their mother’s juice ran over them, gluing their thin white dresses to their tight bodies. Letting their hands wander over themselves, their growing lust was obvious.

It was a sign of a great mind, that Uraca was still able to form sentences. “Damn you slutty witch, what have you done to my son’s cock? And to my cunt for… for that matter.” The merchant princess was used to squirting, huge amounts but this was a lot, even for her.

Tonalnan’s giggling travelled through the room: “Nothing you don’t like or enjoy.” And Uraca laughed

"True!” Was all Uraca mumbled, as Centurion finished freeing himself of his clothes and took the first steps into her direction just as his spurts finally started to lose power. More than one Islander raised an eyebrow, surely he wouldn’t…

“Okay… princess…” Speaking was a bit hard, while still cumming like a geyser. “My other sons Echedey and Cayotano will drink next from you and then… my ward Laureq… will have the honour.”

Needless to say the three young men obliged, happy to get out of the potential line of fire and happy to get a chance to have a growth spurt themselves. That left Fulca at Uraca’s side. At that moment the redheaded vixen was in a pitiful state. After the opening salvoes her civil manner had collapsed and one hand had freed her sizeable bust from her dress, while the other had darted right between her legs, working furiously on her suddenly very needy pussy. No one could take offense on that because most people acted similarly.

Now on the other hand Uraca gave her fiery daughter a sign and Fulca grinned happily, rushing to her mother’s bosom, who moaned blissfully, as her daughter started sucking on a welcoming teat.

“Gods…” Uraca groaned, while her squirting had died down to a trickle. “Suck on my tits you little whore.” She used a hand to slap Fulca’s ass, evoking a rutting moan from her daughter. “You like to suck on my udders just as much as I, don’t you slut?” another moan, which grew deeper, as Uraca started to massage Fulca’s butt cheeks.

“Oh, does that mean you want my fingers in your ass?” Uraca’s tone sounded innocent, just as the answering groan and the whole room watched, as the white haired mother sank two fingers into her daughter’s tightest hole. Uraca grinned, making her children cum always made her horny and Fulca had already brought a free hand down to her mommy’s snatch, playfully fingering it.

“Bolian” Uraca called out suddenly. “Do me a favour and pull out your bludgeon, my daughter’s twat needs a proper pounding.”

Her steward nodded respectfully and the older grey haired man did as he was told. Soon his 10 inch cock stood proud and hard and the island girls understood why his employer had called it bludgeon. He wasn’t as long as most of the islanders or crewmen of the Styx, but his girth was tremendous and all the sluts in the room felt their butt holes twitch slightly at the thought of having him ravage their tightest passageway.

Of course Fulca knew that cock intimately and she even squirted before the cock head touched her lips – her lustful screams when he finally entered her, would have shaken the whole building but were muffled by her mother’s tit, which never left that mouth.

All people in the room where now in various state of undress but all had hands on their own or someone else genitals as Centurion finally reached his mother’s seat. Uraca guessed her son must have exceeded most horses in size by now, coming close to the legendary size of his even more legendary namesake. No matter what, even if he had reached 20 inches, no true slut could say no to this this magnificent pleasure rod, which was even now gushing out thick and large amounts of pre-cum, just not firing it but rather pumping out the fluid all over his shaft.

“I… want you… to ram that giant fucking monster cock… up the ass of that naughty little captain,” Uraca finally said, eyeing her nude, muscular son through barely opened eyelids.

This was the moment Fiametta finally broke contact with Uraca’s holes and looked up, noticing the large shadow looming over her for the first time. She stared up, as Centurion’s pre juice dropped on her forehead and lips and made her shudder. Fiametta remembered how the high priests on the island had greeted the visiting women but even most of them hadn’t been quite this huge…

However Centurion looked a little lost, even though Fiametta’s body acted on instinct in the presence of such a mighty piece of manhood and lifted her ass up towards him. So Uraca once again felt the need to act. “Jimena, Ximena prepare the captain for your brother.” The girls had just come of age and by the standards of Tharros they were pretty inexperienced, but definitely not innocent. Seconds after their mother’s order their swift fingers danced over Fiametta’s holes and soon so did their tongues , cherishing the taste of the combined fluids of the redhead, their mother and their newly outfitted brother.

Only a few weeks back Fulca had allowed her younger sisters to bathe her after an important negotiation with a few merchants. The twins had never seen a woman covered in more cum and even those loads had paled compared to the amount of cream that had filled Fulca’s twat. In this context, a bath meant the girls cleaning their big sister with their tongues before any water joined the action. In the present, they happily grabbed their brother’s cock to aim it at Fiametta’s slightly opened dark flower.

Down below the captain mumbled incoherent words which transformed into gluttonous groans when the tip hit her sphincter. There was no fight, as both parties pressed forward. Fiametta’s ass wanted to devour that prospective intruder more than anything ever and Centurion felt an unbearable need to push his manhood into a tight hole and fuck some willing harlots brain's out, his lust so intense that the fact that his younger sisters were touching his vastly enhanced cock was something he had yet to really notice.

On the other hand Uraca at least tried to keep track her surroundings, Fulca was still sucking on and moaning into her nipple, while Bolian fucked her slowly but methodically, the milf could hear the slurping sounds from her oldest daughter’s twat, as those wet lips were pretty much glued to the thick shaft, trying to keep him inside her body. No woman had ever been too loose for Bolian.

Only once had Fulca stopped sucking on her mother’s teat and even then just to send a girlish plea and a **** look up to her. “Please mom, my booty feels so empty, could you please put something up my little ass.” She had wriggled her ass as much as she could while being impaled on Bolian. Both women knew it was just a game, they loved dirty talk and Fulca had an ass her mother had never been able to say no too. Instead she grinned: “Oh please, you nasty harlot! There is nothing little about your as, but you have been a good girl and so I'll fill that greedy hole of yours.” Soon two more fingers helped Fulca on her quest to achieve a never ending orgasm, while she howled thanks in her mommy’s tit.

Meanwhile Echedey was between Tonalnan’s legs and drinking up hungrily what the Island slut was willing to give him. His brother Cayotano and Laureq stood at their side. Normally they might have been jealous that they had to wait but there was compensation. Uraca couldn’t really remember the name of that giant dark skinned beauty that currently squatted before both young men but she made a note of that fine piece of black ass. Both boys had dropped their pants and the woman massaged their balls, while she alternated between sucking both cocks and throwing glances in Centurions direction. Those cocks in front of her couldn’t test her skills in anyway, like Laureq’s eight inches, Cayotano’s nine incher wasn’t really able to compare to whatever the woman had experienced on the island.

However stealing glances at Centurion was common, all women in the room did it, even those Island women, who were on all fours now and already got pounded by their comrades, seeing the big man try to press his slime covered slut hammer into such a tight ass – all bets were off. No matter what people were doing, Centurion and Fiametta were the main attraction.