Mental Masturbation

Deep in Desire’s bulging balls, Trucy’s melted mind pooled and swirled. She was thick, pale white, and fully liquified. Trucy was no longer a goblin, now she was nothing but sentient semen. She experienced a flash of clarity as she splashed into the well of accumulating tiefling cum, though she had no senses but touch. Free from her own skull she suddenly felt the presence of a multitude of other entities, some vague and idle, others curious, horny, and defined. She realized that these beings were Desire’s previous ‘victims’, though they all seemed perfectly content from the emotions she felt as she drifted through them.

She felt a current of cum cut through her own, and immediately the image of a giggling Naiad playfully shifting her bare legs to allow for a glimpse of her goods filled Trucy’s mind, and then the image broke apart as the Naiad’s mind-cum flitted away. More images bombarded Trucy: a dainty Satyr girl, a tiny and sheepish Gnome, a Pixie demonstrating her stretching transmutation magic, a sex hungry Kobold breeder, and even a shapeshifting Changeling. Trucy was amazed at the sheer quantity of Desire’s conquests. Mingling with the other jizz-girls, Trucy realized that she was by far the largest pool of sperm in the ballsack, and wondered how long that would last.

Back the way she came, Trucy felt a familiarity ooze into her consciousness. She felt Desire’s cock, but not as she once did. It felt bigger, stronger, and Trucy realized that her body must have merged with it completely, allowing her to feel is as though it was a part of her rather than the other way around. The cock’s presence in her mind was overwhelming, and she mentally tried to reach down to her cunt to start masturbating - only to find no cunt, no stubby goblin fingers, no release. She would need to find some other way to fulfill this urge.

As though in response, the other minds swirled around her, some prodding and caressing her, others simply shooting through her in violently arousing arcs. She felt many minds along with her own in unison, frothing and boiling within the Tiefling’s hefty sack. From high above, Desire reveled in the maelstrom concocting in her balls. Now she just needed something to unload in.