It's not even close.

As We both seeded out second, I refocused slightly to take stock of how my competition was doing. He clearly had been going quite hard as it-from the sweat and the deep breathing, you'd think he had been vigorously exercising. Heck, maybe he was, just going that much out in a vain attempt to outdo me. In some spirit of sportsmanship, I try and offer him a way out. "Hey-looks like you're getting a bit winded there. How about we just take a few moments to cool off for now before we finish this off?" In exchange, I get only the most baleful side-eye that I've ever gotten, seeming to take a defiant second wind. "The quick shot would need a rest. Me? I'M STILL GOING STRONG!" He roughly yanks back, leaving a slight spray of seed out of the slit he'd been using, before giving a triumphant chest beating and then throwing himself with gusto into the last girl in his group-bringing them around to look them in the eye as he took them in something approximating missionary.

Of course, I still had mine last to go to, and similarly wanted to give the crowd something a bit new to watch. Hey, might as well show off! Although, with my large and flexible form, there really isn't much in the way of positions-everything gets the tentacle special. Although...my mind drifts back to my recent feeding frenzy as an idea comes to mind. I could form my body into more specific shape I've consumed-like that of the horse I'd taken, one of my tentacles swelling to take on the classic blunt shape of an equine phallus as I braced is against her slick labia.

The problem being, horses were several times the size of deer, and this difference carried over to their tauric counterparts. There was clearly no way this would fit. Even as I push forward, the sensation of that fact is novel enough for me-previously, more flexible appendages merely squishing down. There was an easy solution, of course-my ever-so-loved body warping spells could work either or both ends of the issue. But no, that's not what was going to happen. Fitting problems are just challenges to be brutalized for someone gifted with the fragment of Carnachias as I. So instead, I merely reach around, securing my grip by looping a tendril around her lower shoulders. And then, I yank back with all the **** I can muster.

Sheer might forces her body to accommodate-stretching in a manner that would have normally been exceptionally painful. But the little addon the goddess of monsters gave me ensures that a such is overpowered by overwhelming pleasure-leading her to violently seize up when her release rips through her. Her body than appears to hang slack, my pseudopods doing all the work of carrying her weight, at least until I repeat the process again, moving from merely penetrating into lodging the flat head into her womb-where a swelling flare ensured removal was even less possibly than entry had been. A few pumps, pulling her back and forth like she was some toy as I bulged out her belly-and then, unleashed my white river into her. With something much more solid plugging her cervix, her belly ballooned outwards far more than her compatriots, giving her a perverse preview of the next day or so.

With my job with these three done, I slowly place them down, no small amount of spilt liquids as removing my tendrils finally lets my plentiful cum out of the overstuffed folds. States of consciousness vary from 'barely' to 'completely un-' as we wait for the minotaur to to be done with his trio. Frankly, I start to wish he'd taken me up on the offer before-from both their wincing, it looks like his relentless mating isn't proving comfortable for either of them. Eventually, through, he stands confidently, and the elder motions us both away as she begins divining-running her hands over liquid-filled wombs. She first announces for the current reigning stud. "Five. Two, one, two." A grin spreads across his face while she repeats the process for mine. Several times, with her previous stoic annoyance at being here giving way to a more gobsmacked look as she checks until she can no longer deny her own magic's telling. "Three...dozen. Ten, Eleven, Fifteen."