Why wouldn't he defile them all?

Verdi mentally grinned, feeling all four women’s bodies as his tendrils squirmed, each one moving out of pure instinct rather than by his own will. If left to their own devices his tendrils would already be inside of them, each one intent on their own pleasure rather than focusing on aesthetic. It took all his willpower to not outright ravish them as he took care to prolong the show.

The first one to be toyed with was Citrinas, his needle tendrils stabbing into her neck as she winced. There wasn’t any pain since he always took care to coat his needles with anesthetic, but feeling something pumping into your veins was always an odd sensation. Citrinas felt her chest warm up while her clit-dick throbbed, the concoction having its anticipated effects as she grit her teeth, feeling her clothes constrain against her growing body. A soft tearing noise could be heard as the first button on her shirt popped off, rolling across the ground as Belsach quickly gestured in the air, summoning a secondary goblin to run forward with a camera and record the button rolling across the stone floor.

“Belsach, you glorious bastard. You know how cinema works.” Verdi thought, watching the buttons pop out one by one like shooting stars from her swelling chest. The final button hung on, containing her breasts from spilling out as her shirt held on for dear life. She cried out, suddenly twisting and groaning as the final button popped away in a shower of milk and sweat as her nipplies were exposed, the pink nubs stiff in anticipation as her body readied itself to become Verdi’s toy once more. She thrusted at the air as her clit stiffened, reaching full mast within seconds as Verdi chuckled to himself, his tentacles wrapping around it and gently teasing her further.

“H-holy shit.” Belsach whispered as he focused the camera on Citrinas’ growing body, her breasts hitting M cup while her clit breached the 18 inch mark. She yelped, struggling to break free of Verdi’s grasp as the camera took in every moment of her growing body, her swaying chest splashing the camera lens as Tristiana muttered a quiet spell, forcing the milk off the lens. Before long, Citrinas’ chest hit an O cup while her clit exceeded 20 inches, her body one of a seedbed’s instead of a woman’s.

“L-let go! Don’t look!” Citrinas shouted, blushing in shame as Belsach’s camera recorded her modified body. “Hyah!” She yelped as Verdi lifted her entire body up, forcibly spreading her legs as he tore away what remained of her clothing, exposing her naked body. A devilish thought entered Verdi’s mind as he sent a tentacle upwards to the ceiling where Tristiana was waiting, her entire body cloaked in darkness as she focused on maintaining lighting for the room.

“Hey, focus the light on Citrinas’ pussy.” Verdi requested as she glared at his tentacle, contemplating whether to play along or give mercy to her sister. She sighed, muttering a few calculations as the light focused, saving her own ass rather than her sister's.

“This is ridiculous.” She mumbled, a spotlight shining on Citrinas as Verdi sent 8 tentacles to Citrinas, each one half the width of a finger as both of Citrinas’ holes were filled. They were smaller than his usual tentacles, and they lacked any of the nubs, bumps, or ridges he used to tease her. Citrinas almost looked displeased as she felt him squirming inside her, his tentacles squirming around inside of her. Verdi let one of them stroke her G-spot while the remaining three tentacles made their way to her cervix, one of them giving the tight ring of muscle a gentle prod as if he were kissing her. Just when he could feel her fem-cum lubricating him, Verdi made his move, all 8 tentacles spreading her holes out as Citrinas felt a breeze inside of her body.

“Nooo! Stop that! Let me go! Don’t look there!” Citrinas yelped, frantically trying to break free as her every nook and cranny was recorded. He felt her clench around his tentacles, **** to **** her holes shut as Verdi strengthened his grip. He sent one tendrils to her G spot, caressing it gently while the tentacles in her ass snaked deeper into her body. Love juice gushed from her walls as he teased her, her body enjoying every second of this despite her protests. Wanting to escalate further, Verdi sent his tentacles to Citrinas' cervix, the round ring of muscle almost kissing his tentacles like a spouse returning home.

“No, no, that's not supposed-hyaaah!” Citrinas shouted, feeling them gently spread her cervix like a blooming flower as the light focused onto her. Every nook and cranny of her most sacred of places was exposed to the world as her face grew red, the sheer embarrassment enough to make her die. Two more tentacles entered her gaped pussy, the two of them as thin as hair as he made his way to her womb. He felt a tinge of pleasure as he traced her fallopian tubes, gently stroking her very ovaries.

“Stop! That’s not a hole you’re supposed to play wit-hnnng!” She moaned as Verdi began pumping concentrated aphrodisiac straight into her womb, saturating it with his juices and marking her as his seedbed. Her face grew flushed as she stopped squirming, her nipples erect as she stuck her tongue out, hearts filling her eyes as her massive clit throbbed needily. She continued to struggle, but any attempts at movement only worsened her pleasure as Verdi’s tentacles clutched her tighter. Just when she was ready to climax, Verdi halted his movements, denying her the release she craved as Belsach slowly backed away, his movements fluid as he refocused the camera on Fenri.

“Belsach, you beautiful, beautiful bastard. You really know what quality cinema is.” Verdi thought, almost crying at how closely their wavelengths matched. They needed no words. They just knew when the scene was over. He took a step back, giving a wide shot and showing both Fenri and Isoldi next to each other.

“Do your worst plant.” Fenri growled, both threatening and coercing him to go all out against her as Verdi **** her legs apart. Instead of injecting her directly, Verdi opted to go for a more scenic route as he nestled one tentacle by her lips. She snarled and bit at it, her teeth gently digging into his tentacles without breaking skin. Holding her in place, Verdi used 4 tentacle to seemingly **** her mouth open, the hero trying to break free as she saw what he intended to shove down her throat. Unlike the smooth injector tendrils Verdi used on Citrinas, this was a flush tendril covered with nubs and bumps that hid countless pores the width of a pin, each of them secreting a vile **** infused slime with the slightest touch.

“Gah!” Fenri said, her mouth **** open as she looked away from the tentacle, allowing it o narrowly miss her mouth as the nodules slapped her cheek, secreting his sensitizing ****. As soon as it touched her skin, Fenri’s face grew flushed as she groaned, her mind in a haze as Verdi **** himself into her mouth mid moan, halting her voice with a low gurgle. Even with her incredible poison resistance, Fenri let out a pleasured moan as the **** got to work sensitizing her throat. She groaned, feeling her throat become a second pussy as he continued to feed his tentacle into her body, the **** causing her to stop fighting him and enjoy the feeling of being filled by him. As his tentacle reached her guts, Verdi lifted Fenri higher, making sure to put her above Isoldi while Isoldi readjusted the light so Fenri’s shadow didn’t cast over her fellow hero. At that moment, Fenri grinned despite her full mouth, feeling Verdi’s tentacle emerge from her ass, squirming in the air grotesquely.

“Oh god oh god oh god! What the hell!? That thing went all the way through her! Help!” Hannah screamed, tears streaming down her face as Isoldi looked up at the tentacle in front of her, slightly disturbed at such an **** display of perversion. A thick globule of sensitizing slime dripped onto her cheek, slowly rolling down it as she was at a loss for words at what she was seeing. Even her stone cold expression was shattered in the face of such perversion as Verdi could sense Fenri’s pussy growing wetter. She was almost drenched as Verdi plunged himself down Isoldi’s throat, the hero letting out a pained gag as she instinctively tried to vomit him back up, her spasming throat serving only to tease Verdi’s tentacle as it went down her throat. He relished in her panicked tongue trying to find a safe refuge in her throat, the taste of flowers and Fenri’s insides coating her mouth.

He could feel Fenri’s tongue lovingly caressing his tentacle inside of her mouth, her struggling body contrasting with the affectionate embrace of her throat. She had reached true bliss, knowing the tentacle that her mortal enemy was being **** to swallow had taken a detour through her entire body. She flailed around, her hands deftly stroking his tentacles while maintaining the illusion of resistance while Verdi felt her ass tighten around him, her muscles contracting and relaxing as if to reward him.

Belsach focused on her face, her eyes turning to hearts as Fenri realized the beauty of the camera Verdi had built, permanently enshrining this moment into film forevermore as he focused on her bulged throat, her lactating breasts, and then onto her drenched pussy and defiled ass. It was under this barrage of affection that Verdi had decided to reward Fenri further. Sending an injector tentacle to her, he stabbed at her clit, the needle easily piercing her skin as she tensed up, her eyes almost sparkling as she watched him pump **** straight into her. Verdi quickly retracted the tentacle, letting the camera pick up the transformation.

Everyone watched with bated breath as her clit visibly throbbed, pulsing with her heartbeat as it swelled and twitched. A fresh tendril slithered to her clit, every inch of it covered in thin feelers that squirmed without his input as if studded with a thousand tiny tongues. It was borderline alien in appearance, yet Fenri shifted her hips, letting him wrap around her growing clit as she relished in countless feelers licking and stroking at her clit. Within seconds, her clit was 6 inches of sensitive flesh as the tip began to change shape, a mushroom head forming while a slit formed at the tip. Verdi could feel Fenri struggle in his grasp, eager to stroke herself with her own two hands as the shaft swelled further, the width on par with her fist while the shaft grew to her breasts. Her heartbeat was like a drum as she felt a climax rapidly approaching, her clit hitting a beastly 2 feet in length as Verdi’s tentacle finished snaking through Isoldi’s body and reached her ass.

“MPPPH!” Two voices screamed in unison as both Fenri and Isoldi’s bodies tensed up in climax, their mouths muffled by his tentacles. Fem cum rained down as the tentacle stroking Fenri’s clit suddenly shifted, dozens of tiny needles stabbing into her clit at once. The jolt of pain startled Fenri, only for her eyes to grow wide in excitement as a second cocktail of **** flowed into her mid-climax. As they flooded into her system, She groaned, feeling her stomach throb as if something was forming inside of her. As the throbbing intensified, she could feel muscles she had never knew of spasm in unison. A half second later, she let out a muffled scream as a sea of white gushed out of her clit-dick, flying upwards into the air before arcing downwards and landing on Isoldi’s body. Another burst of pleasure ravaged her body as he thrusted her hips, gallons of white escaping her body while Verdi retracted his needles, letting her relish in her first climax with her clit-dick as he stroked her with his tentacle.

Instead of smelling the pungent stench of semen or the floral oils of Verdis’ sperm, the sweet scent of milk filled the air as Fenri blinked, looking at her clit-dick with an almost reverence while pursing her lips around Verdi’s tentacle, as if to kiss him. If he still had a back, Verdi would have pat himself on it for his latest concoction’s critical success. Turning a clit into a cock was one thing, but managing to have Fenri ejaculate her own breast milk was one of his most complex potions. Despite her joy at being able to ejaculate on her own, there was one final alteration for her body that he wanted her to show off, his tentacle leaving her clit as Belsach stepped forward to record it closely.

In sheer size, Fenri’s clit-dick was past what orcs or minotaurs would be equipped with, the length a clean 2 feet while the girth was thicker than her arm. Any woman unlucky enough to be taking her would be stretched to the limit. And he knew he could make it worse. Now studding this beastly tool was dozens of finger thick rear facing barbs that would stimulate her at the cost of her partner’s comfort. As fascinating as her new clit-dick’s barbs were, her eyes, however, were fixated at the base, where a fleshy bulb, the thing pulsing as heat emanated from it. Verdi knew that if Fenri could cum on her own, she’d want a knot of her own as well.

As her climax died down, she could feel the tentacle in her mouth retract as Verdi relished every second of pulling out, the sensation of two heroes’ holes borderline addictive. He relished every inch of Isoldi’s body, committing every inch of her throat, stomach, and even guts to memory as he felt the tip of his tentacle reach her lips. An audible pop was heard as she gasped for air, her mouth still tasting of flowers as her insides throbbed and burned with need. Fenri began to suck harder on his tentacle, **** to keep him inside her and alter her body further. Of course, he knew better than to delay the main course as his tentacle escaped her lips. He felt a pair of lips kiss his tentacle as it escaped her body, a quick show of affection as she feigned horror and disgust at her body.

“Fuck! Did this thing give me a cock!?” She exclaimed, her clit-dick standing on her body like a monolith of pure lust as Isoldi and Hannah gawked at their modified peers.

“It’s going to turn us all into freaks!” Hannah screamed as Verdi lifted her and Isoldi up, all four women flailing against his grasp. Of course, out of the four women in his clutches, only Citrinas was genuine in wanting to break free as he gently toyed with her body. He wrapped one tentacle around Citrinas’ clit-dick, nearly doubling the girth as he gently prodded Hannah’s pussy with it. He felt warm pussy juice drip down as Hannah showed genuine embarrassment, her face almost apologetic for being unable to hide her excitement. She was a flawless actor and Verdi could see her even crying on command, but her body could not lie or hide its excitement. Next to them he had Fenri’s clit-dick pressed against Isold’s pussy, the two heroes on the verge of becoming closer than ever.

“Hold on. Are those spikes?” Isoldi asked, glancing at Fenri’s clit, the massive head spreading her lower lips as Fenri let a small smirk break through before returning to her scared persona.

“Noo, you evil monster! Don't shove my BIG SPIKED GIRL-COCK in her pussy! I'll break her poor pussy in half!” Fenri said, trying to act like a damsel in distress as she prepared to ruin Isoldi for any man less hung than a centaur. While the camera was focused on Fenri an Isoldi, Verdi stabbed a quick needle into Hannah’s neck, earning him a false scream of pain and fear. He had to act quickly as he pumped his most potent concoction into her while his tentacles grabbed everyone’s clothing, preparing to tear it off all at once.

Isoldi was busty even without Verdi’s ****, her chest a whopping G cup despite her diminutive stature. Pink nipples capped her breasts, both nubs erect as Verdi toyed with them. Her waist was just as wide if not wider than her chest, outclassing every other woman in the area to give her a perfect hourglass shape. There was nothing wrong with her body. Hannah, on the other hand, would be a minor problem.

She had a thin, athletic build like Fenri with a small chest holding mere A cups that he could fix with ease. The problem was the rest of her body. Fenri had several scars all around her body from sword strokes or animal bites that gave her an almost feral beauty. Hannah, on the other hand, was a mangled mess covered in what appeared to be gunshot wounds, acid burns, and conventional burns that did little to invoke eroticism. It almost looked like someone had cut her head off and put it on another body, the cute and innocent face contrasting with her mangled build. With that in mind, he began flooding her body with his strongest healing potions while sending his tentacles underneath her clothing.

Unlike his other tentacles designed for pleasure, these were covered in rough, woody flesh that would grate at skin like sandpaper. He gently ran them across Hannah’s body, gently cutting away the scar tissue before his healing potions allowed her body to regenerate. As the last of the scars were healed, Verdi tore her clothes away, exposing Hannah’s newly healed body to her.

“Where are my-what did you do?” Hannah stumbled out as Verdi continued to rub at her body, committing every inch of it to memory. She still had a slim build, but that was ironically a plus in his opinion. Countless injections had left their mark on Citrinas, leaving her permanently bustier than most other women. Stabbing an injector into her neck, Hannah screamed as she felt the first beads of milk forming on her breasts. Her eyes were fixated on her swelling chest, feeling them fill with milk as her A cups became H cups within seconds. Her eyes became hearts as she screamed louder despite Verdi halting the potion injection.

“Oh gods, it’s not stopping! I feel more coming in!” Hannah shouted as Verdi mentally frowned. He stopped pumping the potion into her. She clicked her tongue while winking, trying to signal to Verdi as he finally understood her message, continuing to fill her with breast expansion potion. I, J, K, L, her chest continued to swell as Verdi started to grow worried, Hannah’s eyes like gems as she became the bustiest person in the city. She looked like an obscene fertility goddess with breasts large enough to engulf even Verdi’s cocks. Despite that, Verdi could feel her writhing in excitement as she spoke up.

“No, stop, I can feel it growing my ass too!” She shouted as Verdi changed over to an ass expansion potion, abiding by her demands. She groaned as her waist slowly grew, her ass growing more plush by the second. Citrinas moaned underneath her as Hannah’s ass grew large enough to press against her clit-dick, the plush skin like silk against her shaft. Before Hannah could continue demanding transformations, Verdi thrusted one of his tentacles forward, the size causing Hannah’s throat to bulge as tears ran down her cheeks.

“GLRK!” Hannah shouted, gagging on the tentacle as he thrusted into her throat, relishing in the feeling of her throat’s vibrations. Content that preparations were complete, Verdi sent two tentacles to Citrinas and Fenri, the shapes designed specifically to make them scream. Citrinas’ tentacle was covered in thin feelers that would seek and tease her most sensitive spots while Fenri’s tentacle was a tapered shape to make entering and exiting her womb a trivial thing. The tendril pressing against Citrinas’ ass was covered in firm barbs that would poke and stab at her while the one he had chosen for Fenri was covered in progressively growing bulbs akin to anal beads. Though he could have easily entered their nipples and used their mouths, Verdi knew that they had to give a show.

“H-hold on, don’t put me in! She’s too tight! You’ll drive me insane!” Citrinas begged as Belsach took a step back, getting all 4 women in the picture. As soon as he had a good shot of them, Verdi let his tentacles act autonomously, each one instinctively plunging into the nearest hole as he dropped Hannah and Isoldi onto their partners’ mutated clits. Four cries rang out as their tongues lolled out of their mouths, wet squelching filling the air as they were filled to the brim. All four of their stomachs were distorted, the massive insertions visible through their skin as their minds went blank from pleasure.

Milk filled the air as their breasts and pussies gushed like fountains, their bodies stretched perversely around his girthy tentacles. He could see a few droplets of milk land on the lens of Belsach’s camera, the effect amplifying the eroticism of the show. He gave them a few seconds to acclimate to the pleasure as Verdi gently squeezed their breasts with his tentacles, milk continuing to spray out as Belsach stopped cranking the camera once it was completely covered in milk and begin repositioning himself to a better angle while calling in several other goblins to shoot the scene in different angles.

Once he had a clean shot of everyone, he licked his thumb and placed it just above the camera lens. He focused, using instinctive magic to send a thread to the camera lens and latch onto the milk drenching the camera. He carefully used his magic to let the milk flow away in a natural fashion, cleanly transitioning to an alternate angle as the other goblins cranked their cameras, their cocks erect at the perverse show in front of them.

As the milk dribbled away, Verdi began thrusting his tentacles, relishing in the sensation of their warm, tight holes as their bellies were stretched around him. He could feel Citrinas’ pussy and ass cling to him, almost sucking on him as he let his feelers tease the back of her womb, their squirming forms visible even through her stomach. Grabbing her breasts, he let her milk spray into the air, several drops falling into Citrinas’ open mouth. A devilish idea filled his mind as he pulled her breasts upwards, forcing her nipples into her own mouth as he squeezed.

She let out a muffled groan as she felt rich, creamy sweetness fill her mouth. She’d been **** to drink all manner of potions and semen from Verdi, yet she shuddered at the perverse nature of drinking her own milk. He could feel her body clench everytime she moved her head, the minor stimulation to her nipples enough to get her body on edge. She spat out the milk, refusing to swallow a single drop of her own ambrosia as Verdi mentally chuckled.

“You're drinking one way or another Citrinas.” Verdi thought to himself, as he sent two of his tentacles into her ass. She groaned, feeling herself stretch further as he plunged deeper and deeper into her body. She could feel him playing around in her intestines, then to her stomach. She looked up, already expecting what he intended to do as her throat bulged out, the two tendrils emerging from her in a rain of saliva and flailing about in pleasure.

“GRRGGHH!” Citrinas yelled as the tentacles squirmed in the air, the tips opening up to display mouths with long, disgusting tongues flailing about. He quickly sent them to her breasts, latching onto them and drinking heartily, the tongues, penetrating her nipples as visible bulges of milk formed with each gulp he made. As the milk flowed back to his body, thin beads of white formed as the milk he drank oozed from his tentacles in fine pores. Seeing this happen in front of her, Citrinas tried to spit him out, then swallow his tentacles back into her body as she tasted her milk once more, feeling it forcibly flow into her body. As he **** fed Citrinas her own milk, he lifted Hannah up, the hero groaning as Citrinas’ immense clit-dick was **** out of her womb.

“Have mercy! My baby room! It's being crushed by her massive cock!” Hannah cried out, feeling a strange emptiness inside of her as only Citrinas’ tip was left inside of her. He slammed her back down, her stomach distorting as the outline of Citrinas’ clit-dick ran all the way to her chest. Grabbing Hannah’s breasts, he began giving Citrinas a tit-fuck while using another tentacle to stroke at Hannah’s stomach, letting her enjoy three sensations at once. He lifted her up, using Hannah as a glorified sex toy, pussy juice spraying in every direction she climaxed, her spasming pussy causing Citrinas to whimper, begging him for his seed. As the two magicians were reduced to mere playthings, Fenri and Isoldi were having fun of their own.

“Fucking take it you little slut!” Fenri said, her face a twisted smile as Isoldi’s teeth were grit in determination, feeling every barb stab into her pussy as Fenri’s clit-dick battered against her cervix, the absurd size and Isoldi’s still virgin womb denying her entry. She had tried her best to remain in character and feign horror and terror at her changing body, but hilting Isoldi on her brand new clit-dick had shattered any hope of remaining in character, her eyes filled with hearts as she thrusted with reckless abandon.

“Slow down! Your barbs are ripping me apart!” Isoldi shouted, her face twisted in pain, feeling Fenri’s clit-dick batter away at her cervix as he lifted her entire body and hilted it back down, Fenri’s knot throbbing menacingly at her vaginal lips. At the same time, Fenri thrusted forward, eager to fit her massive knot into her fellow hero and ruin her pussy forever. At the same time, he could feel Fenri’s holes clench against his tentacles with every thrust she made, a silent “thank you” he ravaged her womb and ass. Her cervix clenched around him like a cockring while he could feel every inch of her ass coiling around him. He could even feel her heartbeat thumping like a drum as she leaned over, licking one of his tentacles.

“Shut up. Even if I break you, I bet our little friend here’s going to fix you up.” She said, her hands breaking free of Verdi’s tentacles and grabbing Isoldi’s ass. “In fact, why don’t we have our little friend here join me?” She asked as Verdi eagerly took the invitation, holding up a tentacle identical to the one in Fenri’s ass. Pressing the bead shaped tentacle to her ass, Isoldi clenched her teeth as she felt the first bead pop into her. A cute squeak escaped her lips as Verdi continued to feed beads into her ass, each one making an audible pop as Isoldi felt herself stretch to take him.

“Stop egging HNG that thing on!” Isoldi growled as Fenri began playing with her breasts, her eyes focused on isoldi’s pained expression while relishing in her absurd tightness. As she toyed with Isoldi’s breasts, she looked at Verdi’s multitude of tentacles, reaching to her own breast and squeezing it, several beads of milk spilling from her chest as she glanced over to Citrinas’ breasts being milked with a look of envy.

“Yeah, yeah. I can take a hint.” Verdi thought as he sent a new tentacle to Fenri. This was one of the weirder tentacles, being a tendril that split into three separate tentacles at its end. One of the tentacles was a normal cock, the mushroom head identical to a human’s shaft while the other two were mouths that licked at the air, eager to get a taste of Fenri’s milk. He sent the two mouth tendrils to Fenri, latching onto her nipples and eagerly licking them, his tongues entering her nipples as he tasted sweet creaminess, the flavor addictive as he sucked away. His third tentacle, however, did not remain idle as they watched whatever milk Verdi sucked out begin flowing out of it. Fenri’s smile grew even wider as the leaking tentacle made its way to Isoldi’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare put that in my mouth!” Isoldi shouted, shaking and trying to avoid swallowing it, her lips stained white as she kept her mouth closed. Verdi let her fight against him, her resistance recorded by Belsach’s camera as Fenri grabbed Isoldi by the chin.

“Aw, don’t be like that. Here, say ah!” Fenri said, forcing Isoldi’s jaw open as Verdi let his tentacle dangle above her mouth, each droplet falling onto her tongue as sweet milk spread across her taste buds. He slowly lowered himself into her mouth, his tentacle tracing her tongue as it continued to ooze milk. He could feel her tongue recoil in disgust he entered her throat, her disgust audible as Fenri’s clit-dick tensed up inside of her, her arousal hitting its peak. Nearby, Citrinas and Hannah were reduced to mere mewling and groaning toys, their minds overwhelmed by the pleasure they were experiencing. Verdi could empathize, finally being able to use his tentacles on so many beauties at once.

He could feel their soft thighs and arms rub against him, their skin like silk as he restrained them. Their warm, sweet milk mingled with his taste buds as he relished in Isoldi and Citrinas’ throats. The crowning jewel of this decadent show were their warm, tight holes stretching to take his inhuman shafts. He could feel everything, note the differences in shape and tightness, relish in the way they tensed up and relaxed with his every move.

The air grew heavy with sweat and sensual musk, the only sounds being their pleasured cries and the wet slaps of flesh upon flesh. Yet, despite their endless breeding and mind shattering pleasure, not a single one of them was allowed to climax. Citrinas let out a sorrowful groan as Verdi suddenly stopped teasing her womb. Fenri was the next one to be denied release, feeling Verdi intentionally miss her G spot mid-thrust. Hannah groaned as Verdi stopped Citrinas from thrusting, her pussy intent on milking Citrinas for seed she lacked. Isoldi was the last he denied, her own disdain to becoming Fenri’s toy fighting with her body’s instincts. He could see their eyes begging him for release while their minds were slowly overwritten with pleasure.

“Please let me cum let me cum let me cum let me cum.” Hannah begged, shaking her hips as she was held in place, her pussy **** as her mind was overtaken with primal need. “I’ll do anything! I’ll suck your tentacles day and night! I’ll be your filthy little milk bag! I’ll be your happy seedbed master! I’ll birth every last one of your kids for the rest of my life! Just let me cum!” She whimpered, only acting half her monologue as she frantically begged for his seed. Verdi could feel his body tensing up, eager to pleasure her, yet he willed himself to continue, unwilling to ruin the scene with a premature ending. This was a 2 hour long show. He couldn’t cum early. Yet, he could see Citrinas’ lustful heart filled eyes would make such a task hard if not impossible, her next few words overpowering him with ease.

“Breed me too…” She said quietly, every word spoken from the heart itself as Verdi felt his willpower break, his seed spilling out of his tentacles like a broken dam at her simple request. He couldn’t stop himself, his own male pride unable to deny such a primal and sincere request. He allowed himself one final thrust, fitting as much of his tentacles inside everyone as he tensed up, hoping to give them all the filling they deserved. He lifted Hannah up, leaving only Citrinas’ clit-dick inside of her.

“Ah!” Hannah cried out as he **** Citrinas’ entire length into her, all 20 inches of girl-cock stretching her womb out while Citrinas’ mouth let out a silent scream, her body overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. As he lifted Isoldi, Fenri braced herself, gathering strength as she felt her clit-dick heat up.

“GRGLK!” Isoldi cried out between the tentacle in her mouth, feeling her cervix give in while her pussy lips stretched painfully around Fenri’s knot. Her stomach bulged out obscenely, only to swell further as the first shot of Fenri’s clit-dick filled her womb. It was at that moment, Verdi thrusted with a reckless frenzy, his tentacles hitting all their weak points at once. Femcum rained down like a flood, their bodies spasming as their long delayed climaxes hit them, their mouths dangling open in an ahegao while hearts filled their eyes.

Isoldi winced as she felt Fenri’s stomach press into her, her womb and stomach swelling with Verdi’s seed. Next to them, a similar sight was happening as Citrinas’ womb was filled with seed, her belly jutting out perversely in a pseudo pregnancy. A half second later she groaned, feeling her womb empty as her clit-dick thickened, shooting her seed into Hannah’s waiting womb. Instead of showing a face of pure bliss, Citrinas looked almost jealous as she looked at Hannah’s growing belly, then to her own flat stomach.

“Nooooo, that was supposed to be for my womb…” She said in a daze as Verdi felt another wave of cum **** its way into her, as if his body was the one trained to cum on command. Her womb swelled as if full of progeny, giving her the appearance of a woman in early pregnancy, only for her to cry out and thrust her hips out of instinct, her belly flattening as Hannah’s stomach swelled to being a woman in her second trimester.

“Yes master! Give me your cum! Make me yours! Make me a seed bed!” Hannah screamed out, looking at her belly round out in pseudo pregnancy as her milk sprayed out in thick streams.

“It’s mine… Give it back…” Citrinas said almost drunkenly as she freed her arms from Verdi’s grasp, rubbing at Hannah’s cumflated belly. Before she could do anything else, she coughed, white seed falling from her mouth as she did so. That was the only warning she had before a sea of white escaped her lips, the tentacle in her ass filling her to the brim as Hannah leaned forward. Opening her mouth, she let out her tongue and licked Citrinas’ cheek, coating it in sperm as she began chewing on the thick seed. Genuine enjoyment ran across her face as she continued her tongue bath, Citrinas’ mouth an endless spring of ambrosia for her to lick up. As the two breeding crazed girls fought for his seed, Fenri and Isoldi were in their own world, their sexual encounter filled with pure hatred and spite.

“Take my HNG cum you little slut!”Fenri growled, grinding her waist against Isoldi while her new knot kept the two of them locked together. Instead of sounding like a threat, Fenri sounded almost as though she were commanding Isoldi. Verdi focused on Fenri’s body, his sense of touch letting him see her body down to her insides to see just what was wrong.

He had altered Fenri’s body to ejaculate milk by messing around with a few glands in her body. He could see that she was producing and ejaculating without a problem, her output on par with Verdi’s human form. It was when her cum entered Isoldi that the strangest thing happened as her cum disappeared into Isoldi’s inventory. The same effect was seen in the tentacle stuffed into Isoldi’s mouth, the milk pumping into her teleporting into her inventory as well.

“Well let's see how far her inventory gets.” Verdi thought as he doubled his efforts. His tentacles sucked harder on her breasts while his branching tongue licked her very milk ducts, stimulating them to produce more of her ambrosia. He doubled his efforts, injecting more breast expansion **** into her chest, her breasts filling with milk rather than merely growing. At the same time, he began shifting the tentacles inside Fenri’s body as a surge of pleasure hit her like a meteor.

Her pussy had become something akin to a piano to him as Verdi let his tentacles stroke her most sensitive spots one after another, his tentacles more dexterous than a finger ever could be. She could feel her clit-dick swell, her female orgasm fueling her new dick’s ejaculation. Isoldi’s eyes went wide as she could feel her womb filling with fluid, Fenri’s climax finally surpassing how much she could store in her Inventory at one time.

“GLRK GLRK” She said, feeling her belly touch Fenri’s stomach. For a second she tried to empty herself, only to feel Fenri’s next climax overshadow her previous one. Another pulse was felt as Isoldi’s belly swelled into a full on pregnancy, Fenri’s climax now easily surpassing a gods blessing. As if to reward Fenri for her first creampie, Verdi’s cum finally reached her, filling Fenri with his seed and fueling another climax. Like Citrinas, her mind was just as fried by pleasure as the rest of Verdi’s tentacles bulged, ejaculating on them in a baptism of depravity, their bodies painted white with his seed.

As their climaxes winded down, the only thing that could be heard was their tired panting and the sound of Verdi’s seed plopping to the ground. Leaning over, Fenri gave one of Verdi’s tentacle a loving kiss while Citrinas was still in an almost cum drunk daze, rubbing her now cum inflated belly as if she were truly pregnant. Isoldi coughed, milk spraying from her lips while Hannah was just as dazed as Citrinas, giggling while looking at her swollen belly and lactating breasts.

“And cut! That was beautiful!” Belsach said, no longer cranking the camera while everyone looked at the hobgoblin, suddenly remembering his presence. As if casting a spell, all 4 of them snapped out of whatever trance they were in. The first scene of the porno was over.