You head to Glansa's Mansion

The carriage ride to Glansa’s mansion is mostly spent listening to Glansa talk about her life. You’re thankful for the chatter, as it keeps your thoughts away from the two giant cocks you’ll soon be responsible for pleasuring. Futanari claim that their servants all relish the opportunity, but you question whether it’s really possible to take them.

“You’ll be seeing the world, dears! In fact, tomorrow we’ll be setting sail for Renkal. That’s a short trip, just something to give you a taste of travel while I hash out some minor disagreement. But after that, who knows? My business might take me anywhere from sunny Zallendar to frigid Pyth.”

{if Servant = 1}

Reina keeps her eyes fastened on Glansa, soaking in every detail of her travels. Apparently the opportunity to travel is enough to make her forget about home. It’s good that she’s fixated on Glans, because any time the two of you look at each other, it’s blushes and averted eyes for the both of you. You still can’t get over the fact that she’s naked right next to you.

{else}

Your female counterpart has a strange mixture of apprehension and eagerness on her face. You suppose that it makes sense - she’s been with a futa before, so she must be at least a little comfortable with the idea of what’s coming

{endif}

Finally, the carriage pulls up at the mansion. You had anticipated something luxurious based on her clothing, but apparently she dresses modestly for her income - you might be a country bumpkin, but even you can see that her mansion is nearly as opulent as the palace itself. In some ways, it’s probably more so - the palace is an older building sourced from local materials, while Glansa’s mansion is a sprawling affair with stone and metalwork from all over the world, made according to the latest styles.

She guides you through the massive twin doors of her estate. Servants bow in greeting as you pass them in the grand entryway, itself a room bigger than your house. The servants wear revealing outfits that make you blush - they’re somehow more scandalous than your own nudity.

“We’ll have you outfitted soon, dears. You’ll look ravishing, trust me.”

You follow her through plush-carpeted hallways until you reach a gilded doorway. There must have been more effort put into its construction than your whole village, with designs so intricate you question how they don’t crumble at a touch.

“My chambers,” she says with a smirk. “You’ll be spending quite a bit of time here.”

Inside is a multi-room suite. The main bedroom has a bed big enough for a dozen people - somehow you suspect that it’s held that many people before, and not for sleeping. You see a secondary bedroom off to one side, a living room another way with overstuffed sofas to another, and even a small dining room beyond that.

Your gaze returns to Glansa just in time to see her finish tossing her clothes aside. “Let’s not waste any more time. Come, let’s begin your training.”

{if Servant = 1}

Reina kneels at Glansa’s feet. She’s only been with a futanari once, but you guess that she knows what she’s doing and take your place on her left.

{else}

The other servant is already on her knees. You shrug and mimic her, kneeling down underneath Glansa’s right cock.

{endif}

Glansa’s cocks are even more intimidating when laid bare and at full mast. Under their coverings, you couldn’t see that the heads each have three round ridges, each bigger than the last. They make you think of three flat, round stones stacked on top of each other. You can’t help but picture the way they’ll feel on the way in, stretching you wider with each push. That, on top of her absurd girth, leaves you with little confidence that the experience will be easy. Most of all, that knot at her base is bigger than your head - how could that ever fit inside anybody?

She grins at your clearly anxious expression. “Don’t fear, my sweet. I won’t make you take one of my cocks… unaltered.” She gives each of her shafts a quick stroke, and they throb at the touch. “For now, I only require your hands and tongue. Begin.”

You obediently take her right in both hands, her left in the hands of {if Servant = 1}Reina{else}your female counterpart{endif}. It’s far too big for your fingers to meet, but you start stroking anyway. You give her strangely-shaped cockhead an experimental lick, and when she coos approvingly you start swirling your tongue all around it.

It’s an entirely different experience from jerking yourself off. Aside from the size and involvement of your mouth, her flesh feels entirely unlike your own. It pulses to her heartbeat, and beneath that there’s an odd thrumming, as if it’s subtly vibrating with power.

“Such little worshippers you are! I chose well, you two are absolutely perfect.”

Emboldened by her praise, you start to work her shaft in earnest. You press your chest up against her shaft, one of your nipples grinding against it. As you explore more of her with your tongue, her cock slickens, making it easier to slide all over it.

{if Servant = 1}

You look over at Reina, and are shocked to see how eager she is. She’s always been bubbly, but she’s going at her assigned cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. Her eyes are glazed over, and it looks as if her entire upper body is slathered in spit, transferred from her mouth, to Glansa, and back to her own skin.

{else}

The female servant is apparently delighted to be worshipping Glansa’s cock. Her breasts hug the shaft as she kisses and sucks on the tip. She attempts to push her lips further down, and groans with disappointment when she can’t stretch her jaw wide enough to fit the whole shaft.

{endif}

You feel strangely jealous and put more effort into your side of the job. Before long, Glansa is slowly rolling her hips and moaning. Her shaft throbs harder than ever, and you know that her release is fast approaching.

With a grunt, she unloads right in your face. You barely think to open your mouth before it hits, but it hardly matters - the torrent of hot cum is too much for your mouth, and spurts all over your face as well. You swallow what you can - it’s strangely floral in flavor, and mild enough that you don’t mind it too much.

Your eyes were shut when the first glob fired at your face. When you finally suspect that it’s safe to open, you’re shocked to find that the cum dripping and oozing off your face and onto your chest is a pale blue. You glance over at {if Servant = 1}Reina{else}your colleague{endif} and see that her load was pink instead.

You’d always assumed the magical futanari cum you’d heard about was a myth, something to make futanari seem even more mystical than they already are. Apparently, you were wrong.

Glansa gestures to you. “From my right cock, cyanchor, the essence of transformation. Can you feel the changes starting, my sweet?”

To your surprise, you do. There’s a subtle shifting happening in your insides. Your asshole tingles, and when you tentatively probe it, it stretches to accept your finger easily. You take a guess that it can handle a lot more than a finger now. You feel a similar sensation in your throat.

“The changes are temporary - mostly. A small portion of it will remain with you. Over repeated exposures, I can sculpt your body to suit my whims.”

You look over at {if Servant = 1}Reina{else}the other servant{endif}, who is eagerly slurping up the pink cum covering her body.

“From my left cock, magenchor, the essence of obedience. Magenchor does to the mind what cyanchor does to the body. It will make it easier for you to carry out your duties. You’ll need both for tonight. Both of you, clean each other off with your tongues, and receive your doses.”

You recoil at the idea of having your mind twisted by the cum, but {if Servant = 1}Reina{else}your colleague{endif} sticks her cum-covered finger in your mouth. You swallow before you can think, and you suddenly relax. It feels silly to resist now, and you get to work slurping up Glansa’s pink cum while {if Servant = 1}Reina{else}your female counterpart{endif} gets her share of blue.

Glansa beams down at the both of you once you’re finished. “Such fine servants! You must be the best lessers I’ve met, in Futallion or anywhere else. How fortunate I am!”

You shiver with delight at her praise. A kind word from her feels like sun on your skin and a full belly. You know that this state of mind is artificial… but you just don’t care.

You cock your head when you realize that despite Glansa’s orgasm, she’s still hard. She looks down at you with a grin. “Since you’ve never been with a futanari before, my sweet, I’ll allow you to pick. Which of my cocks would you like to have first?”