Badly for Verdi

“Alright folks! We’ve got another round! Give it up for our brave contestants!” A voice shouted happily as Citrinas was dragged through the hallways, the sound of cheering intensifying as she was dragged through the hallway, the cheering at the end growing louder as she saw several goblins quietly follow them, each of them carrying a modified camera. She and Tristiana stopped, staring at the construct and noting how fascinating it was.

It was a standard camera similar to the one Verdi had built earlier, but she could see a large round slot where a roll of film was inserted. Next to it was a crank that the goblin was rotating at a constant rate. She could hear the goblin singing quietly to itself as it moved the crank, using the singing to keep a constant pace. She could also see the goblins looked to be off balance, the way they held the cameras enough for her to know that part of the camera was empty.

“Why did you make part of the camera empty?” Citrinas asked, no longer struggling as she stared at the goblin cranking the camera. This was the moving camera Verdi told her about! The movie camera! He completed it!

“Oh, the initial plan was to make the camera motorized, but I ran out of time. Had to make the crank mechanical and taught the goblins to sing to crank it in time. Plus, there was the issue of the battery being too heavy. If we ever find lithium, I think we can make the batteries significantly lighter. Course, if we find lithium, then I could just skip everything and go straight to digital with some electricity spells, but that would-” Verdi began, his words like music to Citrinas and Tris as they stopped struggling and listened intently to him, the words digital endlessly fascinating to the two sisters. Before he could elaborate on what he was talking about, Fenri groaned.

“Shut up, no more alchemy talk.” She said as they reached the end of the hallway as everyone looked up to see where the event was being staged. The platform was strange, consisting of countless smaller platforms roughly 25 meters in area that were supported by ice magic. Beneath the platform she could hear slithering as amber eyes stared up at them, countless lamias moving about like piranhas. . Connecting the platforms were countless bridges, each one holding a different group of contestants. Atop the platforms was a series of pipes that idly dripped fluid, a foreboding thing considering Verdi’s alchemy talents.

Encircling the arena was a rapidly filling crowd of people who had come to watch the show, curious to see just what Verdi had planned. Standing in a podium above the platform was a harpy announcer, the resemblance of the harpy announcer to the Coliseum’s announcer uncanny. There was a good chance that they were related somehow.

“Oh! We’re starting! Talk later!” Verdi said as he dragged Citrinas forward, the rest of the party following him either willingly or unwillingly. As they reached the platform, they heard the booming voice of a male harpy.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to THE SNAKE PIT!” The harpy shouted, his voice echoing through the building. “Rules are simple! Last person standing wins! No **** that’ll leave broken bones, missing eyes, or missing anything, no spirit, no magic! Just good, clean fun!” He continued as the platform began to rotate. At the same time, Citrinas could see everyone cracking their knuckles and preparing. **** was out, but grappling was still fair game.

“3! 2! 1! LET’S GOOOOO!” The harpy shouted as the platform suddenly stopped, sending everyone except Verdi toppling to the ground, the alchemist in full control of the platform as he leapt to the side to build momentum.. Before he could exploit control of the platform anymore, he felt 2 paws grab his arms while a pair of hands grabbed his legs. He yelped as he was lifted like a sack of potatoes.

“G-guys? Why are you holding me? Shouldn’t you be wrestling each other first? You know, take out the most dangerous person first?” Verdi asked as Fenri, Sarah, and Eris lifted him up. He looked nervously at the end of the platform as the slithering intensified, the lamias recognizing his voice and preparing to strike.

“We are!” The three of them said in perfect sync.

“H-how am I the most dangerous?” He whimpered, looking down as every lamia watched him, licking their lips as though he were a juicy steak.

“Cause you’re the one controlling the platform!” The trio said as they began swinging him as though they were tossing a sack of potatoes. “One! Two!” They said, building momentum as he tensed up.

“Wait-wait-wait- I promise I’ll stop chea-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He shouted as the trio threw him off the platform, the alchemist flailing about as the lamias swarmed him like hornets. Citrinas could hear the sound of clothing tearing as he was stripped naked, the entire crowd cheering and egging the lamias on. As they pounced on him, they began licking and kissing at his cocks, their tongues lathering him in their aphrodisiac laced saliva.

“AND ICE PRINCESS IS THE FIRST ONE ELIMINATED!” The harpy announcer screamed as half the crowd cheered while the other half cursed at the sight of Verdi being fellated, his monstrous shafts drawing everyone’s attention as they slowly emerged from their sheaths. As blood flowed into his genitals, the spikes studding his cock stiffened while the tentacles began to squirm, each one rubbing against a different lamia tongue as the flare widened. His balls audibly gurgled, swelling a half inch as thick precum oozed forth, a pair of lamias quickly lapping at it and swallowing his viscous secretions as though they were candy.

“HA! Told you fucks he’s a dude!”

“Look at that cock and tell me that’s a human cock! Collector must have added it after their fight! She was a girl from the start!”

“The bet said if Ice Princess was packing heat. And buddy, that’s a fucking inferno down there..”

“She’s still a she, now she’s just got a penis cause the Collector’s a freak! I bet there’s a pussy behind that sack!”

“Probably, but that doesn’t mean jack shit!”

“I AM A MAN YOU FUCKERS! I DON’T HAVE A CUNT!” Verdi shouted, his cocks fully erect the lamias wrapped around him, their tails binding his arms and legs. He made a squeak as they tightened their grip, holding his hands above his head while streaking his hair with their fingers.

“Oh boss, ignoring us? You’re gonna make me cry.” One of the lamias said, cradling his head as she let her tongue snake out and lick his ear. “I was sooooo lonely when you left.” She said as Verdi seemed to laugh nervously, his appearance like a rabbit sent into a den of snakes. There was an audible plop as a fist sized droplet fell to the ground.

“H-hey girls. Uh… No hard feelings about interviews right?” He asked nervously as they slithered around him, their tongues flicking out to taste the air before stroking him.

“Don’t worry. We got plenty of loving from you. We’re just gonna return the favor.” Another said while tracing his chin. “You’ll be speaking in tongues by the time we’re done.” She said almost threateningly.

“H-hold on, can’t we wait until someone else falls i-mph!” Verdi said, only to be interrupted by one of the lamias french kissing him, her long tongue entering his mouth and teasing him as she tasted the back of his throat. While his mouth was preoccupied, another began to lap at his cock, her long tongue coiling around the spines at the base of one cock. Another began to lavish kisses at the lower portion of his cock, pausing to suck at whatever tentacle studding his cock fancied her interest. A pair of lamias began to suck at his balls, audible slurping heard as they lapped at his cocks. Twins began to playfully lick at his nipples, their long tongues tracing them while a final pair sucked at his flares, drinking his precum with audible gulping being heard.

“Wow. Look at them go. Like watching wolves fight over a gazelle.” Fenri said, watching dozens of lamias pile on him, their tongues wrapping around him as they kept his hands pinned above his head with one of their tails. As his cocks reached full mast, he was unceremoniously thrown to the ground as one of them dove onto his shaft, her pussy stretching to engulf his immense girth. Even from a distance, the entire crowd could see her belly distort, the sheer size of his cock tenting her stomach as the lamia threw her head back in bliss, her tongue licking the air as the lamias continued to swarm him, forcing him to finger them, eat them out, or merely grinding on his naked body as though he were a masturbatory aid.

“I don't think he made them immune to their own aphrodisiac saliva.” Sarah noted, the lamias borderline frenzied as a second lamia impaled herself on his second cock.

“Lucky!” Eris said as the platform suddenly began rotating again, Verdi likely trying to drag the trio down with him. Rather than knock them off like planned, the trio began running against the direction of the platform, denying Verdi the last laugh as they made faces and rude gestures at him.

“Ha! Nice try jackass!” Fenri shouted while dodging an imp knocked off balance, his body tumbling down into the pit as Sarah and Eris joined in mocking the alchemist. Citrinas and Tristiana stood as close to the center of the platform as possible while watching the crowd desperately try to cling to the platform as it shifted and rotated at random.

“As long as we stay in the center, we can stay on the platform.” Tristiana said, the pair watching everyone else begin tumbling down the platform, a mix of ****, ****, and morbid curiosity sending the other competitors tumbling down into the snake pit with little resistance.

“What happens when we use magic or spirit? Do they just kick us out?” Citrinas asked as a bell dinged, silencing everyone as a spotlight shined on Bey as if to answer her question. Everyone stopped moving and focused on her as she froze in place, not knowing what was happening.

“Contestant 84! Disqualified for spirit use!” The announcer shouted as he rang a cowbell. “SEND HER TO THE PIT!” He roared as Bey took a step back and raised her hands quickly.

“Hold on, it was an accide-AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Bey shouted as the platform suddenly parted beneath her feet in the blink of an eye, as though there were a trap door there from the beginning. It was almost comical as she ran in the air, faintly hoping to escape the laws of gravity before she fell into the darkness where the lamias lurked. She let out a squeak as she felt her arms and legs were bound by several lamia’s tails, their aphrodisiac laced breath denying her any hope of focusing enough to break free.

“Well, well, well. Don’t you look ravishing?” One lamia said, kissing at Bey’s neck and letting her aphrodisiac saliva soak into her skin. “You know, you remind me of the old Hellhound Lord. What a slut she was.” The lamia continued as Bey’s clothes were torn off her, a pair of lamias latching onto her chest and suckling her. Bey’s face flushed red as the aphrodisiac soaked into her body. She groaned as she felt her lower lips part as a thick snake tail entered her depths, the girth thicker than any man’s shaft as it plunged deeper and deeper into her. She let out a whorish moan as the tail began thrusting into her, the smooth scales stroking against her insides as Bey grit her teeth.

“W-wait, wait, I’m not into girls! I’m straight!” Bey protested, feeling the wet embrace of more and more tongues wrap around her body. Despite her protests her lower lips grew wet, a mix of saliva and vaginal juices dripping down her thighs as the tail in her continued to thrust into her.

“Aw, don’t worry. We’ve got a nice strong man to keep you company.” One lamia said, slithering away to display Verdi’s sodden face underneath her. As she removed herself from Verdi’s face, everyone watched as more and more of his tongue was exposed, foot upon foot of slimy tendril emerging from her pussy as the lamia groaned, her pussy lips clenching as she squirted onto his tongue. It took almost 20 seconds before his tongue finally emerged from her, a full 5 feet in length. Verdi smirked, his tongue returning to his mouth as Bey blinked, looking from the lamias then to the alchemist. One lamia mockingly opened her mouth, her tongue flopping out a “mere” 2 feet flicking the air.

“HOLD ON, HOLD ON, I’M INTO GIRLS! I’M INTO GIR-HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!” Bey screamed as she was tossed onto Verdi. The pair fell backwards, Verdi falling to his back as Bey was sitting on top of him, her lower lips pressed against Verdi’s. A tail wrapped around her arms while two lamias took each of her legs, pinning her in place as Verdi was held to the ground.

Rather than **** her off, Verdi gave her a soft lick, his tongue extending out and wrapping around her clit, the papillae of his tongue squirming and teasing her before the rest of his tongue entered her depths. A whorish moan escaped her as he let his tongue make its way to her G spot, lapping at it like he were a dog drinking water. As if make the comparison more apt, a surge of fluid greeted his tongue as Bey’s moaning was quickly muffled by the lips of one lamia kissing her. Aphrodisiac flooded her mouth as another pair of lamias began sucking her nipples, their tongues teasing her. A final lamia opened her mouth, drooling copious amounts of saliva onto her own tail before pressing it against Bey’s ass.

“HNNNNG!” Sarah and Eris said, the duo falling to their knees as they felt a phantom tongue exploring their depths be accompanied by a thick tail entering their asses, the girth growing the deeper it plunged into them. A moment later, they were thrown off the platform, falling into the pit as Bey’s eyes went wide with terror, the duo spotting Verdi’s cocks underneath them being stroked by countless lamia tongues. Embracing midair, the pair spread their legs out while tearing their pants aside to expose their pussies, letting gravity send them downwards as two wet plaps were heard, their lower holes stretching out to take in his shafts.

All three of them let out a shrill whimper as they climaxed at the same time, their pleasure amplified threefold as Verdi felt the silken embrace of the two hellhounds atop his cocks. He flexed his cocks, the tentacles squirming in their wombs as his flare let out a fist sized dollop of precum. Hearts filled the eyes of all three women as they felt Verdi’s aphrodisiac precum and the lamia’s saliva soak into them, their tongues flopping out of their mouths as their vaginal walls clenched around Verdi’s tongue and cocks in perfect harmony.

Wasting no time, the lamias joined in, suckling both the hellhounds before using their tongues to tease their clits. Before long, they were silenced as two lamias began kissing Sarah and Eris, their long dexterous tongues teasing the hapless pups as they lost all cognitive thought from the aphrodisiac. Eris was the first to recover from her fugue as she began riding Verdi, the sensation of his spikes and tentacles rubbing against her insides like lighting as she felt his flare get caught on her cervix, the sensation a silent demand to hilt himself within her once more.

Heeding the call, Eris slammed her hips down, earning a chorus of muffled moans before Sarah joined in, grinding on Verdi’s second cock. As they rode him, vaginal juices, saliva, and precum stained Verdi’s thighs as the lamias lapped away at all of them. Rather than swallow the ambrosia, the lamias quickly spat the concoction on their own tails, stroking it in to lubricate themselves before pressing the scaly appendage against both hellhounds’ asses.

“MPH! Bey said in a panic, her mouth still occupied by a lamia’s lips as Sarah and Eris shifted, giving easier access for the lamias. There was an audible squelch as the lamia’s tails entered them, the white hot pain of penetration causing them to clench around Verdi as he resisted his own climax. All 4 of them paused for a second, as if to catch their breath before Eris and Sarah began riding Verdi in earnest, the duo **** to milk every last drop from him.

The wet smack of kisses, licks, and flesh upon flesh could be heard as more and more lamias swarmed them, a vast mating ball forming around them. Verdi could only groan as one bold lamia leaned forward, her tongue plunging into Bey alongside his own as her tongue made its way to her cervix. Squirming his own tongue, he let the lamia taste Bey’s womb as the two explored her, insides, their tongue french kissing within the confines of Bey’s body. Atop him, Bey’s belly was being distorted, his near endless length of tongue causing her belly to bulge as he continued to tease at her most precious place.

At his groin, Verdi could feel countless tongues lathering his balls with affection, the aphrodisiac enhanced saliva and their pheromones causing his balls to churn with seed. Atop his shafts he could feel both hellhounds riding him like they were possessed, their insides hotter than any human as he felt his verdure half go wild, his sensitivity to heat leaving him on the cusp of climax the moment he entered them. He felt each barb on his cock scrape them as the tentacles began rubbing their G spots, only to be slammed down to the base in the next breath, length tenting both their bellies from the sheer size. With each thrust the definition of his cock disappeared as he let out another spurt of precum, his body bracing itself. Losing what strength he had left, he grunted as both hellhounds slammed themselves down, knotting themselves as they felt his cocks throb within them.

He felt his balls churn as his body **** his seed out, the sheer viscosity requiring him to use every muscle in his body to even push a single drop of the baby batter. His cocks thickened a half inch in diameter, the thick fluid forcing his urethra to expand as the trio felt the first of many loads flood their insides with their shared senses. It was like molten lava had been pumped into them as their wombs were bathed in his cum, the aphrodisiac causing their wombs to heat up as the sheer girth of his cock and his knot denied even the slightest drop of seed from escaping them. Another shot was pumped into them as both hellhounds were swelled to early pregnancy, their wombs filling as the lamias intensified their oral affections, lathering them all with licks, kisses, and sucking at their most intimate places. Another pulse followed, then another as Verdi’s overtaxed balls emptied themselves. Yet, even as they reached their third trimester in size, he still felt the aches and pains of being overfilled, a week of abstinence from planning everything increasing his already high libido.

A full minute passed before his climax finally winded down, his output slowly diminishing from a quantity fit for an orc to a more human amount, a few weak spurts depositing themselves into the overstuffed hellhounds. No words were spoken as Sarah and Bey flopped over, their bellies jutting out as though they were carrying twins while the lamias gently licked, nibbled, and teased them with a mix of tails and tongues. His knots remained swollen as Verdi gently licked and played with Bey’s pussy, every movement earning him a squeak or a moan from the trio. As if to make matters worse, the debauched scene was projected to a screen atop the platform, light mages reflecting the light to give the audience a show.

“... Let’s not use magic.” Tristiana said, watching Bey mutter incoherently atop Verdi’s tongue while Sarah and Eris were borderline ****.

“Yeah.” Citrinas agreed, the two continuing to stand at the dead center of the platform and ignored by the other contestants, their small build leaving them as the lowest priority target.

“That's the best you guys got? I can do this all fucking day!” Fenri shouted, grabbing an orc and throwing him over her shoulder, technique overcoming the weight and size disparity. The crowd cheered as monsters and humans looked to each other, a silent agreement forming as they converged on the hero. She let out a mad laugh as she dodged them all, bobbing and weaving like a cat before grabbing them by the shirt and throwing them off, the spinning platform only serving to build momentum. Rather than plot against Fenri, the platform moved at completely random speeds, tilted at random, and stopped on a whim with no real pattern. Before long, they realized that there was going to be one winner.

“I don’t like our odds of getting out of this unmolested.” Tristiana concluded, watching the crowd thin away as they tried and failed to stop the hero. Citrinas looked at the platform, noting the material. It was slick, almost slippery with the stone polished to a fine sheen. It was almost as smooth as glass, ment to make gripping or staying on the platform harder. Citrinas squatted down and poked the stone, silently debating how far Verdi went to making the platform. Judging by touch alone, he manually sanded it down using ice magic. With his sense of touch being hypersensitive, the platform was probably smoother than glass.

She stopped and thought carefully about the platform at that moment. Though it looked like it was random, there was a pattern. Contrary to Verdi’s words, she could see that it was going along a set routine rather than outright cheating. Rotate, stop. Tilt 35 degrees. Return to stationary. Rotate the opposite direction. Tilt. Repeat. Right now they were rotating, the two sisters still standing dead center on the platform. It was going to tilt in a bit.

“I got an idea. Spit on the ground as much as possible.” Citrinas said before spitting on the ground, forming a small puddle in front of her. Tristiana blinked, not understanding what her sister was planning but did so anyway, clutching her cloak to hide her face before joining in her sister’s odd gambit. Meanwhile, Fenri was riding a bear-man like a surfboard, holding his hands and legs behind his back before leaping off as he fell into the pit. As she landed back on the platform, she glanced over to see Citrinas and Tristiana spitting on the ground.

“Oh Princess. Are you trying to get lubed up before Verdi splits you both in half?” She asked as Citrinas grabbed her sister’s hand. Just at that moment, the platform suddenly tilted 35 degrees as the two sisters sprinted forward, a momentary burst of speed launching them forward. Both of them stepped on their own saliva, their own juices working as lubricant as they accelerated straight at Fenri. It was a hair brained scheme, but it was the only way they could hope to push Fenri off. As they sped right at her, Fenri smirked and leaped over them with ease. Citrinas frantically raised her hand, jumping up to grab Fenri midair, only to graze the hero’s leg. As she passed by, Fenri frowned to see Citrinas making the same smirk Verdi made when he had a plan.

“Why are you smi-GYAAAAAAAAAAH!” Just as she was about to finish her sentence, 5 fox tails wrapped around her limbs as Tristiana pulled her cloak over her waist, exposing several of her tails as she snatched the hero midair. Though Fenri was undoubtedly heavier than either girl with her height and higher bone density, she couldn’t hope to surpass their combined weight without using Spirit to increase her mass. All 5 tails grabbed ahold of Fenri, coiling around her like snakes as both sisters held each other tightly.

“FOX BITCH! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!” Fenri shouted as she was thrown off the platform, Tristiana’s tail transferring all the momentum they accumulated straight to her. She grabbed at the air in vain, hoping to snatch something only to plummet into the pit as the platform returned to its neutral position, the timing right on time. The two sisters panted, standing by the edge of the platform. They had about 4 seconds before he started rotating the platform again.

“We did it! We don’t have to get **** by the sna-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Citrinas shouted as she felt a hand shove her. She looked up to see her sister’s guilt stricken face as she fell into the pit, her own expression one of disbelief. “TRIIIIIIIS!” She shouted as her sister cupped her hands to her mouth.

“Sorry!” She shouted apologetically, doing little to alleviate the sting the pain of betrayal. As she fell, Citrinas remembered two things about her sister.

1. She was afraid of heights.
2. She was afraid of snakes.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! A NEW CHAMPION IS BORN!” The harpy announcer shouted as Citrinas landed next to Fenri, the lamias catching the pair as dozens of eyes amber colored eyes stared at them. Citrinas felt a tail wrap around her, lifting her in the air by her arms as a pair of hands pulled her skirt down. Next to her, Fenri was already naked, the hero tossing her clothes in her inventory the second she landed.

“A hero! How delectable.” A lamia said as she coiled around Fenri, her tail gently teasing her clit while Fenri reached down and fingered the lamia in return. Her free hand reached up, tracing the lamia’s breasts and gently squeezing them as the duo maintained eye contact, their olive skin matching as their C cup chests pressed against one another. It was up to anyone’s guess who was the predator and prey in this relationship as the two shared the same lustful grin.

“Watch out. I’m spicier than that pipsqueak.” She warned as the lamia giggled.

“Won’t stop me from getting a taste.” The lamia said seductively, her tongue flicking out and extending a full 2 feet in front of her, almost taunting Fenri. Rather than be intimidated, Fenri opened her mouth and fellated the lamia’s tongue without hesitation, treating it like one of Verdi’s tentacles. The lamia’s face grew flushed as she felt Fenri’s throat constrict around her tongue as Fenri let her own tongue explore the lamia’s throat. Reciprocating the affection, the lamia began using her own throat muscles to tease Fenri’s tongue as she extended an exploratory hand to Fenri’s chest, squeezing it gently as milk flowed down her fingertips.

Upon seeing this discovery, the other lamias slithered in, suckling her as they began to lap at her lower lips, letting Fenri get a firsthand taste of the pleasure a lamia’s tongue offered. Releasing from the lamia, the two of them exchanged an intense stare as they both licked their lips, the two finding worthy adversaries in one another. Meanwhile, Citrinas was trying to stop the lamias from stripping her naked, unwilling to show the world Verdi’s changes to her body.

“Arch-imago! If we knew you’d be here we’d have rolled out the red carpet.” A lamia said, tracing her fingers through Citrinas’ hair. “Considering you’re boss’ woman, I can't wait to see the improvements he gave you.” She said while licking Citrinas’ cheek, her saliva alone causing her body to heat up. She felt her nipples stiffen while her panties rubbed against her, her clit slowly growing in response to the aphrodisiac.

“W-wait, stop! Don’t do that! People are watching!” Citrinas exclaimed as her skirt was torn away, her lower half exposed to the world as the lamias gasped at the throbbing piece of meat attached to her groin. It was 8 inches of veiny clit-meat that retained the nubs and mushroom head from her last sexual encounter with Verdi, the half erect appendage rapidly swelling with every passing second. The thick pheromones in the air and the mere scent of Verdi’s semen alone had commanded her body to become aroused, her shirt staining with milk as her clit grew to its full 16 inches. She felt herself grow wetter as her lower lips twitched, as if jealous that another woman had Verdi's cocks occupying her.

“What is this, what is this? I see the boss has had his fun with you already.” The lamia said, gently stroking Citrinas’ clit as another lamia gave it a kiss, her long tongue snaking around it like a ribbon as another lamia tore Citrinas’ shirt away. Hot, humid air struck her chest as her E cup chest was exposed, her chest leaking milk as the lamias gawked at her.

“D-don’t look!” Citrinas said as one of them gave her chest a squeeze, earning herself a spritz of thick milk as they looked at the thick white nectar on her fingers.

“Always the ones you never expect to be the sluttiest ones.” The lamia said, licking her fingers as Citrans felt 3 tongues plunge into her depths, the lamias eager to get a taste of her pussy. They lacked the tentacle papillae Verdi’s tongue had, but she could feel that they were no worse than him in dexterity as they teased her insides, two of them teasing her g spot while the last poked and prodded at her cervix. “I bet you’re just a whimpering little cum slut when you’re alone. You must love having him fill you with these big, spiked cocks.” The lamia speaking to her said, her words alone causing Citrinas to clench around the tongues within her.

“N-no I don’t!” She lied as two lamias latched onto her breasts, licking and sucking only to make a confused noise as her nipples gave way, allowing their tongues passage into a hole they had never penetrated before. The two of them leaned back, their tongues still inside of her chest as every lamia gasped.

“Look at these tits. I bet the boss fucks these as much as your pussy.” The lamia said as Citrinas felt her chest warm up, the lamia’s saliva mixing with her milk as she felt more and more tongues tease and caress her body, her arms and legs and ears now lathered in saliva. It was far less intense than Verdi’s tentacles, yet she felt her body grow wetter as more and more people stared at her, their gazes giving her a shame she couldn’t handle. Just when she thought her embarrassment had reached its limit, the lamias whispered something into her ear.

“Why don’t we show everyone how the boss uses these tits?” She asked as she saw the lamias toss Sarah, Bey, and Eris off Verdi, the trio blacked out with dopey smiles on their faces as Verdi’s cocks were unsheathed from them, both of them lathered in a mix of feminine juices, saliva, and sperm. She tensed up as she was placed on her side, one lamia supporting her body as Verdi was held in the air by his arms, the lamias continuing to hold him with their tails.

“Oi! If you want me to fuck her just let me go!” He shouted, struggling as his cocks dribbled precum, the thick liquid pooling on Citrinas’ chest as the lamias continued to tease her chest with their tongues.

“You work too hard boss. You should just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.” A lamia said, holding Verdi’s cocks up to Citrinas’ nipples, his flared tips pressed against the pink nubs. Rather than have him **** himself in, Citrinas felt 4 tongues suddenly plunge into her chest, each one probing around her milk ducts before spreading her open in one synchronized movement as the lamias spread her nipples open.

The sweet scent of milk filled the pit as everyone in the building began watching her, their gazes worse than anything she had ever endured. Even Fenri had stopped kissing her lamia, content to watch the show as she idly fingered two lamias. She felt the telltale stretching of her chest as Verdi’s flares pressed against her, the dinner plate sized behemoths **** to **** themselves into holes the size of a finger. She clenched her teeth as a surge of pleasure struck her, the lamia tongues in her chest stretching her further, their saliva and Verdi’s precum soaking into her very milk ducts.

“Noooo!” Citrinas shouted as a plop was heard, her chest swelling as Verdi’s cocks were sheathed in her chest, the flares forcing her chest open as his tentacles squirmed in her, each one lodging itself into a different milk duct. She could only handle a quarter of his cocks in her chest, the rest of his lengths covered in lamia tongues as they licked and teased him. She groaned as the lamias pulled him back, his length emerging from her chest as his flares and the lamia’s tongues remained inside of her, both of them flooding her chest with different aphrodisiacs. She cried out a sultry moan as she felt Verdi’s cock plunge into her chest once more, her body a mere plaything for everyone in the building.

She felt her head go fuzzy as the aphrodisiac pumped into her chest began affecting her, the three fluids mixing with her milk as it frothed up with each thrust, his tempo increasing with each passing second. Verdi grunted as one lamia fondled his balls, his cocks twitching in her chest as another lamia began fingering Citrinas’ ass. She yelped as the lamia’s hand plunged into her ass, her body clenching around it believing the intrusion to be Verdi’s cock. Before she could utter another word, she could only cry out in bliss as a pair of mouths began sucking on her clit.

She squirmed and groaned, feeling a familiar tongue coil around half of her clit as it snaked its way into her vaginal lips, easily tracing her most sensitive spots. The other half had a long, flat tongue wrap around her, the top sucked with an intensity she had never felt before. Looking beyond her chest and Verdi’s cock, she saw Fenri and the lamia she had been kissing earlier playing with her clit, the mushroom head sucked into her mouth and teased like a candy.

She tried to speak, only to find her words muffled into another moan from the duo teasing her clit-dick. Beneath her she could feel Verdi’s cock twitching in her, his stamina failing as his precum flooded her chest, his body preparing to inseminate her chest. She cried out, her entire tensing up as she felt Fenri and the lamias eating her pussy out finally breach her cervix, the four of them exploring her womb while the lamia fisting her ass had accelerated her pistoning movements. She could feel the familiar sensation of her womb throbbing, **** to give her a male and a female climax at the same time. Yet, her body betrayed her, halting her own climax until Verdi had filled her.

“Fuck.” Verdi grunted as his balls quivered and his flares swelled within her chest. His knots expanded at the base of his cocks, yet it had nothing to seal as his seed followed down his lengths. It took almost a full second before Citrinas felt magma hot fluid surge into her chest, his sperm filling every nook and cranny of her chest. She felt her chest swelling, the sheer girth of Verdi’s cock denying even a single drop from escaping as his flares pulsed, another jet of semen surging into her as she climaxed, her lower lips giving the lamias eating her out a faceful of fem cum.

“Inbendory.” Fenri said, her mouth still occupied with Citrinas’ clit as she felt her womb set alight with a familiar liquid.

“HYAAAAAH!” Citrinas shouted as Verdi’s semen shot out of her clit dick, flooding the mouth of the lamia sucking on her clit. Fenri continued to say inventory, refilling her womb with Verdi’s semen she had wrung out earlier. She felt another gush of sperm flood her chest as hearts filled her eyes. Her nipples, her pussy, her ass, her clit-dick, it was all too much as she felt her rationality disappear. She gave up on resisting, her body responding in turn as the lamia sucking her clit-dick leaned back and stroked her clit, letting her paint everyone nearby with white seed.

She felt a jolt of pain in her chest as she looked down, only to find her chest had occupied her entire line of sight. She followed the ivory globes to their peak to find Verdi’s cocks almost fully sheathed in her chest, his knots pressed against the peaks of her chest. He grunted, another surge of cum entering her chest as the lamias **** him forward, her nipples swallowing his knot as the final spurt of cum entered her chest. She felt herself drool slightly, the pleasure and aphrodisiacs in her frying her mind as their climaxes finally died down.

“Man, that was intense. Thanks girls.” Verdi said, his knot deflating as he pulled both his cocks out of Citrinas’ now massive chest while the lamias left their tongues in her chest, keeping them spread open like bowls. Citrinas flopped onto her back, panting for air as Sarah and Eris crawled over, studying her gaped nipples overflowing with milk and semen. The two hellhounds shared a devilish smile before leaning forward, their tongues hanging out as they lapped at her chest, treating her like a milk bowl while Citrinas felt the tongues in her womb slowly withdraw themselves.

“Alright folks! You don’t gotta go home but you can’t stay here! Out! Out! Out!” The harpy announcer shouted as goblins began shooing away the contestants, clearing the stage for the next round of contestants.

“Sticking around Boss?” One lamia asked as Verdi squatted by Citrinas’ mouth, the goblins ignoring him as they shooed away everyone else. Pressing his lower cock against her lips, he gently pushed forward, the flare forcing her mouth open as he slowly entered her throat. Citrinas tasted the pungent, floral flavor of his semen mixed with her own milk as he gently face fucked her, his second cock pressed between her now massive breasts.

“I might have paid for this, but I’m not gonna hog all the pussy. I’m just cleaning myself off before I leave.” Verdi said, looking up to see the next batch of players enter the platform.

“Aw, but boss~ we didn’t get a ride.” One lamia said, clinging to his arm while another began licking his second cock clean. Citrinas felt his cock twitch in her throat as Verdi actively resisted the urge to stay in the pit.

“Sorry ladies, but I am a man of principle. This is for everyone.” He declared, almost painfully as every lamia sighed.

“Before you leave Boss, all the girls and I got you a present. Just a little thanks for the best payday we’ve had in our life.” One lamia said, slithering forward. Citrinas tried to look at what he received, but she could only see Verdi’s monumental cock in front of her, his shaft denying her insight into what he had been gifted.

“Uh. Thanks! I love… What is this?” He asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth and taking a step back, allowing Citrinas to see what they had gifted him. It was a set of leather straps and metal clasps that looked like it was for restraining livestock. Despite how odd it looked, Fenri looked excited as she shouted the name of the strange device.

“They got you a cocksleeve harness!” Fenri said excitedly as two lamias grabbed Citrinas by the arms and lifted her up, earning a whine from Sarah and Eris while Fenri **** Verdi to his feet. Citrinas limply dangled as they hoisted her up, her strength leaving her body as her hands were placed over her head and bent over Verdi’s shoulder. She heard leather straps tighten around her hands as her legs were spread out behind her, wrapping around Verdi’s waist as another set of leather straps snapped in place, securing her hands to her legs. It was only when she felt Verdi’s cocks press against her pussy and ass she realized it.

She was the cocksleeve in his harness.

“W-waid! Dun leggo-oOOOOoO!” She slurred as they dropped her, her stomach stretching out as Verdi’s lengths entered her. She moaned, her clit throbbing as milk and semen gushed from her cun inflated chest, the entire crowd cheering as Verdi tensed up his cocks, enjoying the sensation of Citrinas’ holes as he took a few steps forward, the mere act of walking thrusting himself in and out of her. She felt another climax ravage her despite her embarrassment, the shame doing nothing to stifle the pleasure as Verdi groaned at the sudden tightness massaging his cocks.

“Aw, you guys shouldn’t have!” Verdi said as two more lamias slithered forward, each of them carrying a conical anal plug.

“We thought you’d want to avoid making a mess while you walked around too.” One of them said, holding the metal plug to Citrinas’ left nipple while her compatriot pressed her plug into the other nipple. Citrinas squirmed, serving only to impale herself further on his length as her nipples spread wider and wider around the plug. A pop was heard as they plugged her nipple, staunching the flow of her milk and semen.

“Noooo! Dak id oud (take it out)!” She slurred, her mind still in a haze as Verdi began walking out of the pit, excited to show off his new “outfit” to everyone while leaving both their clothes behind.

“I agree! I love this thing too! Let’s show off to everyone in the city!” Verdi said, each word accompanied by a thrust as Citrinas tried to gather the brainpower to tell him that was not what she said. He continued to walk, making his way to the exit to the building. As they arrived at a passageway labelled exit, Citrinas let out a whimper as she saw their one exit was a set of stairs nearly 100 steps in length.

“Ah~ Lucky!” Eris said, the hellhound recovering from their debauchery as the rest of the party joined them in leaving the pit.

“Next round I wanna ride.” Sarah chimed in.

"It could have been worse for me." Bey mumbled to herself, glancing at Citrinas as Fenri chuckled.

“Hey Princess, how’s it hanging?” Fenri asked mockingly as Citrinas threw her a dirty look.

“I hade dew doo... (I hate you two...)” She slurred, instantly regretting her words the second she saw the demonic grin on Fenri’s face as leaned forward.

"You're gonna regret that Princess." She said before she tapped on Verdi’s shoulder, the pair standing at the base of the stairs.

"What?"

“Hey Verdi, I'll race you up the stairs! Loser buys lunch!”

“You’re on!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”