Growing Pleasure

After a confused yelp, your green-skinned companion starts responding to your clumsy and forceful kiss by kissing you back, slowly first, then equally enthusiastic. Her lips feel great, soft and puffy, and you moan into her mouth as you are consumed by the sensations. Since you are still under the influence of the witch potion, everything feels much more intense to the point where a simple kiss almost causes you to orgasm. You want more, you want to feel more of her, this one kiss has opened a whole new world of pleasure for you and you are more than willing to explore it.

You continue to kiss Vemaho hard on her lips, moaning into her mouth and breathing heavily as your new futa cock drips clear precum onto your legs. By now it has grown to over 15 centimeters, a size that could be called average for humans, but you have never seen one up close. For you, monster girl cocks are the average, so your own one still has a lot of growing to do. Your honey pot drips freely onto the ground where your juices have started to form a wet spot already, a spot that will only continue to grow since you can already feel the next orgasm approaching.

With a loud, drawn-out moan, you cum once more, maybe your sixth or seventh one. This one is the first one coming from both your female and male parts, so it feels much more intense to you. The sharp peak of your male orgasm and the slower, drawn-out female one combine into a large wave of pure pleasure that crashes over you and sweeps you away so hard that Vemaho has to hold you to keep you from falling off the chair and to the floor. While your love juices flow freely from your honey pot, it is also the first time your male juices are involved. Your newly formed balls, still only the size of a hazelnut, contract in a way that is both very pleasurable and a bit painful and your cock sputters a few drops of slightly cloudy liquid. Vemaho feels your spasms and looks down your body to see the last drops of your first male cum, still not fully formed and weak, but calls out in excitement and drops down on her knees to watch your still growing cock twitch. You whimper exhausted and make a weak attempt at pulling her back up but are too weakened from your continuous orgasms to really get a hold of her.

You slump back down into the chair and ride the wave of your first dual orgasm for a few moments. Then, the witch decides to get in on the sexy time by getting up from her chair, walking up towards you and pulling you into another mind-blowing kiss. She clearly is a much more experienced kisser than you and immediately takes the initiative by gently licking your lips with her soft, hot tongue, applying a gentle, yet demanding pressure. You enjoy it for a few moments, then open your lips and mouth to the witches’ skillful tongue. Not surprising, the pleasure gets even stronger and you immediately cum again as her tongue hits yours and you feel her hot breath on your tongue. With a deep moan, you squirt from both your gushing honey pot and your new cock, adding to both the puddle on the ground and the one on your leg.

The witch stands up quickly, pulls you off the chair to the ground to give her easier access to your mouth and kisses your earlobes, then whispers: “Like it? Well, sweetie, we are just getting started. You will love what comes next” before pushing you down and attacking your mouth with hers again. You moan and take a deep breath, greedily inhaling her sweaty odor, then kiss her back with all you got, allowing her tongue to access your mouth and pushing back on your own. Your tongues wrestle for control for a few agonizing moments, but the witch easily overpowers you and takes control of the tongue dance. Her taste is surprisingly clean and fresh for a smelly monster girl, you will later remember, since right now you are caught up in lustful pleasure far more than you thought possible without losing your mind. Both you and the witch moan with pleasure and desire and you struggle more and more to form a clear thought. But right as you are getting used to the delicious feeling of an experienced witch kissing you, Vemaho, your sweet, bubbly alraune companion with cheesy feet, starts licking off your cum from your leg.

The spot where she starts licking is located pretty far down your leg. Closer to your feet than your honey pot or your still growing rod actually. Yet the feeling of her hot, soft tongue on your skin is so intense and comes so unexpected as you were fully focused on Tamarias soft tongue in your mouth, that this new stimulation immediately pushes you towards an even stronger orgasm, and when she reaches the inside of your thighs, the pleasure overwhelms you and you cum again. Your rod, now approaching on 20 centimeters and increasingly fleshy, spasms and starts spraying creamy cum in thick blobs and your honey pot gushes another wave of sticky, sweet girl cum. One of the blobs lands straight on Vemahos nose. The white, creamy liquid contrasts with her leaf green skin as she scoops it up with her finger and puts it straight into her mouth.

Like you, she moans with her high-pitched voice and starts licking it up slowly, savoring the taste before swallowing with a look of pleasure on her face. “Ooohhh… mistress… your cum tastes so good…”, she moans and immediately dives back into licking your sticky, creamy cum off your body. She does not swallow it immediately but collects the sticky juice with her mouth. Once she has collected a mouthful, she moves up towards your face and pulls Tamaria off your face. The witch separates from your face but stays connected to you by a strand of saliva, one that you suck up greedily, longing for more of her taste, and Vemaho pulls Tamaria in for a hot, steamy kiss. You see them swapping your cum and smearing it over their mouths, their kiss a lot wetter than yours, but equally erotic, and in your lust-clouded mind you only have one thought: You want more, you want to taste them like that. You lean forward with a lot more **** than you expected yourself, pushing both over and landing on top of Vemahos sweaty, bouncy breasts, then immediately kiss her again, using a lot more tongue than before. She tastes sweeter than Tamaria, more like honey dew with a slight minty note, a taste that you immediately like, with a bit of an underlying saltiness that you can’t quite place.

Kissing the alraune is a lot sloppier and wetter than the witch, especially now that they have already made out with each other, but you are so consumed by your lust that you would not want it any other way. In fact, you enjoy the taste of her saliva and the feeling of her hot, wet tongue on your face. Meanwhile, Tamaria the witch moves her mouth close to your ear again and whispers: “What comes next will feel even better… Don’t be afraid, let everything out. Give me everything you have…” The next thing you feel is her hot breath on your feet as she starts licking up your legs just like how Vemaho did earlier. Quicker this time, she moves up your toned legs, tracing the clear precum that has run down your body until she is at the source: Your newly grown balls, now the size of walnuts and filled with hot, creamy futa cum.

Her breath, but more so her soft, wet tongue on them feels strange and foreign, yet immensely pleasurable. At this point, any touch feels like pure bliss, even touching your arms or head would cause you to feel pleasure, but since you designed your balls to be sensitive certainly increases the feeling. So much so that it takes only a few playful licks for you to feel the next orgasm rise. Yet Tamaria once again catches you off guard and forces new and wonderful feelings onto you. She backs up a little bit and opens her mouth wide, takes a deep breath and then, in one swoop, takes both of your pleasure nuts into her mouth. The hot, wet inside of her mouth feels so exquisite on your still growing and very sensitive nuts that you instantly cum with a lot more **** than before. Where the previous orgasms were only a few spurts, this one produces six strong ropes that fly high into the air and then land on her head with an audible splash plus a couple of weaker spurts. The witch moans in pleasure, a feeling you instantly like as it tickles your balls in a very soft and arousing way and gently tongues your balls to coax out more of your creamy cum from them. You briefly break the kiss with Vemaho and look down onto the witch who is pleasuring you and see that your cum is now white as snow and contrasts strikingly with the witches’ sickly green skin and raven black hair.

What you also see is how your rod has nearly finished growing, at least from what you can tell. It towers over the witches’ face at more than 20 centimeters, its thickness also quite impressive, to the point where you would be intimidated by it, but just right for horny monster girls. Tamaria plops the balls out of her mouth and leans back onto her knees, so you can see that they have also grown to about their designated plum size. How the witch was able to fit both into her mouth is beyond you. Vemaho leans towards the witch and licks up some of your cum off her, tasting it and moaning again, then kisses the witch deeply. They once again share your cum with each other, giving you some time to steady yourself while keeping you hot and horny and more than willing for more. Their tongue play looks so arousing to you who has never seen such open displays of sexuality before that you can’t help but getting horny and almost painfully hard. ‘Did your kissing also look this… lewd?’, you ask yourself. If so, you like it. Not only that, you want to do it again.

Both monster girls separate after a particularly steamy kiss and pull away, still connected by a thick strand of whitish, gooey saliva that they both slurp up loudly and with obvious pleasure. Then they both look at you and the witch says: “Now it’s time to finish your transformation so we can truly start. Are you ready?” The look in her eyes is so lewd and aggressive that you are a bit intimidated by it, while Vemaho has only adoration, infatuation and of course, lust in her eyes. Lust that heavily clouds your mind as well, and the witches’ words sound like the pleasure you have felt before is barely anything compared to what is to come, so despite having doubt whether that is possible at all, you nod timidly. Yet while you think you know what to expect from the last minutes of pure bliss, nothing could have prepared you.

The witch pushes you onto your back and places a cushion under your head so you can more easily see what is going to happen to you, then moves to one of your sides and she and the alraune spread your legs wide out. Lying naked with your legs spread like that would be quite embarrassing for you, but openly displaying both your intimate parts like this is also strangely refreshing and arousing. Vemaho takes the spot between your legs and lies down on her sweaty, green breasts, then places another cushion under your butt to lift you up a bit. Then, the two monster girls look at you again and ask: “Ready?” You take another deep breath filled with sweaty witch body odor, then nod. The witch who is kneeling at your side smiles encouragingly, then bends down and plants a kiss onto your mushroom-shaped, glistering cock head, a feeling that alone could cause you to cum immediately. Then, with one quick move, she engulfs your entire, rock-hard length with her steaming hot mouth. This much you expected, as she licked up to your shaft before and took your balls into her mouth, so you are able to hold your orgasm for a moment. What you did not expect is feeling a second tongue on your body. Only this one belongs to your alraune companion and she does not touch your shaft or balls, but instead starts licking your gushing wet honey pot.

The feeling of her tongue against your honey pot alone would be enough to immediately make you cum again. Combined with the blowjob you are getting and the effects of the potion you are still experiencing, you cum so hard you are seeing stars. In fact, the sudden double stimulation triggers something else within you, something unexpected. You cum harder than before, a lot harder than expected. Thick ropes of cum shoot out from your shaft, enough to fill Tamarias mouth to overflowing from the first two spurts, but you continue to shoot more and more. At the same time, your honey pot also squirts out love juices in much higher quantities and with much greater **** than before. Vemahos tongue disappears for a moment and you hear her moan: “Good… so gooood…”, then her tongue is back with a lot more insistence as before. If you were in any condition to look at the two girls who are giving you so much pleasure, you would be able to see how the witch pushed the alraune back into your honey pot with her hand without stopping to blow you at all. But you are not, you are too lost in pleasure and lust as you spray cum from both your shaft and your honey pot.

So far, the two monster girls have given you immense pleasure, with you only receiving it. But this is about to change, and the trigger for it is both monster girls acting together to increase your pleasure again. Vemaho pushes her soft tongue past your nether lips and plunges directly into the depths of your gushing honey pot, deeper than anything you had inside you ever, not even your own fingers during those few nights of guilty masturbation. At the same time, Tamaria moves her head up slightly without breaking her lip lock, then starts lightly licking your cum slit.

At this moment, something snaps inside you. Maybe it is due to the immense spike in pleasure, your continuous orgasms, the growth potion or some dormant desires that emerged during the last half hour, or quite possibly all these together, something gets triggered within your head and body. You scream out loudly and your vision gets clouded by a whitish haze, and you feel a massive surge of heat crashing into your new genitals. You immediately cum again and with an intensity that causes you to completely lose yourself in the intense pleasure. Your shaft suddenly stops squirting cum and becomes several times more sensible, to the point where you can feel it growing again. With every beat of your raging heart, your shaft grows, a lot faster than before, pushing past 25 centimeters in a matter of seconds. Tamaria apparently anticipated this and loosens her lip lock slightly without breaking contact, keeping position as the length and thickness of your shaft increases more and more. She doesn’t even flinch when your hot, now considerably thicker rod pushes into her throat, in fact, she seems to increase her efforts the more you grow.

Then, with a particularly hot, almost painful pulse, your shaft stretches one last time, its largest jump yet. You feel a large wave traveling down its length and then you shoot your cum with a **** and quantity that makes the ejaculations prior seem like a weak dripping. A thick, gooey, snow-white mass shoots out of the witches’ nostrils and onto your body, then another and another. The witch is trying her best to swallow, you feel her throat contracting around your tip, but the amount is just too much for her. Your balls have expanded to the size of oranges and are working overtime to produce all the cum, but you can feel them swelling despite the excessive amount you are still pouring into the witch. Then, the growth pulses come to an end, you roar out your orgasm, then get up and push the witch off your shaft and onto her back. Your shaft pops free and a fountain of cum shoots out and covers Vemahos face with white goo. She moans in delight and opens her mouth, but you push her onto her back, making her yelp in surprise. You tower over her, your massive shaft now standing at more than 30 centimeters in length and thicker than your fist, and look down at her, eyes mad with lust. She smiles, moans out a “Yes, mistress, please take me! I’m yours, pleas-“ You silence her by pressing your lips onto hers, not minding your cum on her face in the least and start to push your massive monster cock into her. Before you are halfway into her immensely tight and scorching hot monster girl pussy, your vision turns entirely white and you stop thinking. All that is left is the feelings of tongues, flesh, cum and endless pleasure.