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Epyon walked casually into the well-lit room. Within it, on a huge plush bed of satin and silk lay his wonderfully pregnant sister, Lethan. He had separated her from the others as he always did when he was going to do some “personal” work for his grand scheme. She was magnificent, her gorgeous, ripe melon sized breasts resting to the sides of a ten-foot mountain of flesh. Her sides were swollen nearly two or more feet on either end and her hips were wide and welcoming. Layer upon layer of baby fat covered her smoothly, making her appear plump and shapely rather than fat, her curves growing ever more sensuous with each feeding or breeding when necessary. He had never seen her as sexy, as luscious as he did now, but by the immortals he would swear she was ready to burst, her smooth taunt belly flesh quivering with movement as his young and the young of many others of his kindred tussled about within her womb. Lethans’ lips would part every time one of the children touched a sensitive area, a soft, erotic moan escaping into the air. He walked over to her, his hand rubbing across the flawless skin of her gravidity. The pregnant immortal purred and even managed to arch her back, pushing more of her belly into Epyons’ touch. He smiled. Once filled with young, immortal females were quite submissive and though their sex drive increases immensely, they are still very dangerous. Lethan though was well under his control, as far as he knew. But she still held off the birth! Serenity! That nimble wind bitch!
“Well as long as you cannot give birth…I might as well fill you up! Craxios would please.”
The monstrous beast gazed upon the ripe female. He had filled her a dozen times and each time he enjoyed it even more. She tried to sit up but the shear weight of her belly, topping almost sixty to seventy pounds of baby alone, held her at bay. Lethan could sense the daemons approach and spread her beefy, thick thighs as far open as she could, opening up her already wet, pink pussy to him, as he gripped the base of his shaft and slid his schlong into her moist, hot cunt. The enormous bellied immortal purred at his size as he filled her tight sex with his steed. She knew he would waist no time and she was right as the fiend gripped her burgeoning sides tightly and began to pump away, his entire snaking length penetrating her body as far as it could. Lethan squeezed and massaged her milk filled orbs, the abundance of boob flesh like dough in her hands, her dark nipples quickly growing hard under her touch. Soon her purrs of passion became moans and pants of pure ecstasy as Craxios pounded into her plump, pregnant body, her fatty flesh jiggling everywhere, her massive tits wobbling fiercely in her small delicate hands. Epyon watched her steel blue eyes grow dull and gray as her sexual peek came closer and closer, her pants growing shorter and more breathless. She released her huge tits, allowing them to flop about freely, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles soon turning white. Sweat was now running off her turgid form, her massive belly glistened from it, soaking the sheets under her big, round ass, which clapped loudly against the daemons flesh. He too was growling and covered in a film of perspiration but he just continued his unrelenting thrusts.
“Oh, ohh, ooohhhh…yy…yyyesss…oooohhhhhhh yeeeessss!
Suddenly Lethans’ eyes went wide and she stiffened, her tight pussy lips quivered then released as she came like a thunder; her delicious nectar spilling all over Craxios’ cock and thighs, the sweet aroma of her juices filling the air. The daemon continued and poor Lethan came again and again! She was panting, whimpering, orgasms washing over her one after another and she still wanted more. Epyon looked to his warrior and nodded. The yellow-eyed beast grinned and furiously fucked the baby filled immortal. She pushed up on the bed with all her might, squishing her monstrously, gravid belly, causing her pussy to grip the fiends’ muscle like a vice as he drilled her sex. Her eyes glowed vibrant bluish purple, streams of energy pouring forth and locked onto Craxios’ own.
“Cum for me daemon! CUM FOR ME NOW!”
And with an uncontrollable sense of fear and erotic hunger he came and Lethan fell back, her spine arching, pushing that unbelievable sphere forward as hot spunk filled her womb. Epyons’ mouth dropped in amazement. That was new! Craxios pumped and jerked as he emptied himself into the lust filled Lethan. Once drained he stepped back to watch as her ten foot orb grew and swelled; becoming rounder, tighter, fuller. Her moans of pleasure and hunger were a delight to him as she became utterly immense. Her round cheeks grew rounder, she was now sporting double chins she had become so plump. Baby fat filled out her thighs and ass, her hips widening to accept the swell of her belly but still remained extremely smooth and tantalizing, her curves causing her to have a purely sexual, fertile appearance. Craxios licked his lips, his hunger growing as she did, even Epyon felt the urge but held off. Lethan looked ready to burst and this time he feared she might. Her belly had swollen to almost twelve feet of perfectly, taunt flesh; a sweat covered sphere of delicious pregnancy and he could not have her delivering without his approval or in that way. It wouldn’t kill her but the children would not be what he wanted. She was going to go into labor and deliver them, ALL OF THEM! Her overly swollen breasts, a full half size larger, twice the size of her head, leaked milk in streams, her immense tummy quivered under the pressure within, her body, a scrumscious picture of pregnant, fertile sexuality. Lethan wearily rubbed what she could of her monstrous dome, trying her best to soothe the painfully tight flesh. Epyon dismissed Craxios as two feeders entered the room, one pouring a thick gold liquid on the taunt dome, the flesh soon relaxing and the pain residing. The other fed Lethan milk, very fatty milk and her belly grew again, but it was layers of fat the covered it; this would allow her to conceive again if her master wished it. It wasn’t long till she was full beyond belief and was drifting off to sleep, to her paradise that Xheena had made for her and her nymphs.

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Miles away in a cave of dark shadows two gorgeous females lay on the hot, burning floor; smooth onyx, shackles on their wrists and ankles. They are dripping with sweat, the heat stifling, and both are afraid as a huge, muscular male sits on a throne of ruby, clad only in a silk crimson robe. His eyes look like churning lava and his baldhead glistens lightly. His skin is bronze as if he sun bathed all his life and though handsome beyond compare his evil is unhidden by it. With a cruel smile he stands and approaches one of the females. She is young, in her late teens, early twenties and very voluptuous, her breasts full and ripe, hanging heavy on her curvaceous figure; her hips wide for breeding. Her hair was short with her bangs just covering her precious brown eyes. Her face was round and youthful, her lips full with a small rounded nose. She was clearly half elven, her ears ending in a prominent point and the huge man could tell that she was capable of for his needs and could bear him many young. More importantly she was a virgin! He could smell it. Just as he knew that the other one could not, even though it would not stop him from impregnating both of them. The other was elven, and very beautiful with long white hair, creamy, pale skin, a tall, thin, lithe figure topped with big round breasts that sat upon her chest high and proud. She couldn’t carry his young and give birth without being torn apart, though the babies would live and that was all he cared about. Bragon had done well when he abducted them from one of the councils’ caravans. They and a score of others were on their way to be tested by the “goodly” dragons but not even five titans can battle a full-grown wrym like Bragon, especially when he attacks with a pack of younger drakes. His voice silk and deep and seductive but the cruelness of his heart was evident.
“What is your name, bitch?”
The poor girl looked at him with spite and fear but she answered.
“Isis!”
“Well Isis, I am your new lord…Lord Crimson!”
He closed his eyes and chanted something that she could not understand and then pointed a finger at each of the girls.
“Lust and hunger shall fill your hearts, to breed is what you have to start, and with bellies empty hunger grows, with bellies full hunger flows!”
For all the fear and hate in her heart, Isis could not fight his spell and as his magical shackles fell she lunged at him, tearing open his robe to reveal a statuesque physique and a cock the length of her forearm. It was in her mouth in an instant as she loudly sucked and slurped the hardening muscle. The elf just moaned and gyrated as she was forced to wait, her desire burning even further as she watched. The young half elf worked her mouth and tongue with impressive skill and precision, twirling and sucking about the bulbous tip as she stroked his thick base, allowing her spit to lubricate her palms while she jerked him off. Crimson had many lovers but his spell always worked better with those whose hatred for him was greater and hers was absolute for her oral mastery was better than any before. She let go of his rigid girth and rapidly stroked his sensitive tip before swallowing his meat again. Rocking his hips back and forth he slowly fucked her gorgeous face as she blew him with a desire beyond words.
Crimson, fearing he may cum too soon, pulls out of her mouth and sits upon his shimmering throne. With a wordless command Isis hurries up to the throne, her bounty of tit flesh bouncing with her every step and then she impales herself on his entire length, almost a foot of cock. She cries out in pain and pleasure as her virgin pussy is penetrated for the first time. Tears run down her cheeks as she slowly grinds her pussy on his stalk, her ass rocking to and fro, her supple butt cheeks quivering with her gyrations. Blood and pussy juice ran down Crimsons’ shaft as Isis fucked him in a hurried frenzy, her passion and lust all consuming, her body lifting up and down on his pole, her mammoth boobs bouncing heavily as they pounded eachother, sweat soon covering her young body as her once soft whimpers became loud, lustful grunts and moans for him to fill her.
The young female is literally a piston on his cock and Crimson can feel her cunt shuddering as her eyes go wide with her first orgasm. Isis digs her hands into his muscled shoulders as her head whips about, her whole body shivering and spasming as she cums multiple times on his rock hard member. With strength the huge man lifts her off his rigid staff, her pussy dripping wetly as he carries her to the floor. He places her on the ground, turns her over and marvels at her full, round ass; big and juicy… and all his. Slowly he enters her wet pussy, his cock sliding in to its full length and she moans low and deep; cumming again from the wonderful motion. Then he fucks her! Crimson drills her snatch with speed and villainy, her body rocking with his thunderous movements. Isis is lost in a storm of sexual pleasures and sensations, her orgasms flooding her like a never-ending river. Crimson suddenly stops and with two quick jerks he erupts into her precious womb. It is hot and burning as the dragons cum pours into her and she can feel it gathering in her belly, filling her with his seed. Then she feels the slight quiver of movement and then a building, pleasing pressure as her flat tummy begins to grow, and grow big. Still on all fours Isis looks beneath her as her belly swells before her eyes, already looking five months along even as she starts to turn to lay on her back. In moments the full mound is huge, almost three feet, as if she were full term with quadruplets. Isis is lost in a cascade of pleasure as her belly swells unimaginably, her young growing strong and heavy within her womb. Soon her already wide hips begin to spread further as does her expanding waist, her ass filling out even more as her thighs thicken, become more shapely in appearance. Isis’ belly is a massive turgid ball of flesh, round and spherical, the skin growing tighter and tighter as she fills out, and the young within grow. Her massive tits grow fuller and heavier as she feels the milk pour inside, and soon they are doubled in size, her areole darkening as her nipples become thick and erect. Crimson watches in pleasurable lust as young Isis’ belly grows into a six-foot sphere of flesh, her body becoming plumper and fatter, layers of much needed baby fat covering her body, her curves becoming more abundant, more sensuous as soon she is a delicious, delectable picture of pregnant sexuality and fertility. She is even more cute as her round face grows softer with the baby fat. Isis moans softly as she rubs her new pregnant figure, her belly rising above her like a mountain, sticking out almost a foot and a half on either side. The full fleshy ball falls gently between her very shapely legs as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, the half elfs’ laden juggs falling to either side of her glorious dome of glistening gravidity, her flesh pulled fearfully tight, stretched to its limit and on the verge of bursting. Isis lazily, drunkenly rubs her monstrous globe, her tits full and sore and begging to be suckled. Crimson gently pats her bulbous, turgid belly and smiles as small bumps appear where he touches, the young inside responding to their father. This entices even more moans from the youthful female. Smiling he looks at the elf lying on the floor, staring at him intensely with lust and desire.
“What’s your name, elf?”
“Allycea !”
“You will do nicely. Very nicely indeed!
With that he begins to cast. As he chanted their eyes began to glow a rich blood red as her shackles fell free and the burning in her loins became unbearable, her nipples becoming hard and erect, a clear fluid running down her creamy thigh, her clear, crystal eyes becoming dull and clouded as her hunger for him became to powerful to contain. She lunged at him without care and gobbled up his length; her lips caressing his sex until her was full with his manhood. Allycea, though not as skilled as Isis, she is no less pleasurable; her tongue swirling all over his bulging shaft. She holds his hard cock by its head in her mouth while she hefts up her sizeable bosom and wraps her milky white globes around it, and squeezing tightly. Taking the hint, Crimson slowly pumps his hips, his thick monster gliding easily through her satin soft pillows of flesh. Happily he fucked her huge boobs, his rod sliding in and out of her canyon of tit meat. To add to the erotic torture she slipped her tongue out like a snake and lapped away at his swollen head every time it penetrated her mammeries. The muscled warrior felt his sauce surging with his every thrust. He would not last long with her but he had no need to, he had a new mother for his loins and she would join his many others. Allycea would give him a few good dragon kin and he could always use more fodder for his war, and feed for his children.
He slowly backed away and once again took his throne. The gorgeous elf straddled him as Isis did before only she did not face him. From behind he cupped her firm breasts and squeezed and groped them as she gracefully danced upon his log. Her pussy was warm and inviting and seemed to milk his cock for its seed but he wasn’t ready…not yet. Powerfully he thrust into her womb, inciting grunts and cries of spellbound lust. As she bounced off his pole she looked at Isis, her belly a gorgeous mountain of pregnant ripeness, full and ready to burst with young, her breasts full to leaking with milk, her plump body a plethora of sexy curves. Her moans and screams and shouts echoed in the chamber as he furiously stuffed the elf with cock. It wasn’t long before she started quivering, her orgasm on the horizon.
“Hold it!”
A look of lust filled anguish twisted about her face as she felt him stiffen beneath her a sudden gush of burning liquid splashed against the insides of her womb. Crimson pumped his seed into her, gallons upon gallons until her flat belly was noticeably bulging with the amount of cum within. Then he hoisted her off his cock, sending Allycea painfully to floor and onto her still small, bubbly rear and stood before her. She felt a heavy pressure building within her belly but before she could look Crimson pulled her to her feet, turned her around and proceeded to fuck her savagely. With his every thrust she could feel her belly growing, her flesh stretching as his young matured inside her. She wanted to reach down and feel the swelling, to sooth the painful surge with her hands but Crimson held them fast as he continued to slam into her changing body. He marveled as he watched her ass grow bigger before his eyes, he could feel her cunt lips become tighter around his shaft as her sleek thighs fleshed out; thickening, growing full and shapely. Her sides began to bulge as her waist expanded, her belly looking large enough to carry dozens of young, the smooth skin looking fearfully tight. Allycea wallowed in the wonderful sensation, even the dull pressure that was building up within as her large tits grew heavy and hung low as milk and fat mounted within. They bounced heavily as Crimson pounded away at her pussy, her body quivering and jiggling as fat and flesh layered up on her now abundantly pregnant frame, and poor Allycea was desperately holding onto her orgasm as her new master ordered but it was becoming unbearable and sinfully pleasing to her as she soon felt the first kick within her womb and she finally took a look at herself through blurry eyes. Her breasts had almost tripled in size, the flesh tight and looking hard to the touch, her darkened nipples sore and erect as milk streamed from the taunt orbs freely. Between pants and groans she let out a strangely erotic and joyful gasp as she marveled at her belly which hung low and full, she could feel the flesh pull tighter and tighter as her middle had swollen into a tremendous ball of pregnancy; her skin glistened and shined with sweat and stress, her tummy was so taunt that she could feel herself ready to explode. Where her bellybutton had been there was only skin and a pressure that was building up; it had become quite noticeable by now, coinciding with her mounting orgasm and suddenly she understood what that feeling was. It was her babies preparing to be born and this urged her on even more as she frantically tried to push herself further up Crimsons’ cock.
Isis looked at the cruel, erotic scene; Allycea unimaginably swollen with pregnancy, she was plump and fat, the sharp angles of her face softer and full, her milk engorged orbs filled to bursting as milk shoots from her nipples like two twin fountains, the two rigid melons bounce wildly. It was her belly that was frighteningly amazing. It was perfectly round and tremendously swollen, virtually touching the onyx floor beneath her, veins spider webbed her turgid flesh, shiny and hard looking except for the bulges forming here and there across the expanse of gravidity, always converging at the grand spheres summit, she was ready to burst and it was coming soon.
“P…pl…ppplease let m...mmm…meee…cccuuummm!”
He grinned wickedly, his eyes glowing brightly. Her begging pleas were music to him.
“Not yet!”
Sweat covered her as if she were in a rainstorm, dripping in heavy drops off her sexy, luscious swollen body, growing in to large puddles beneath her; her pregnant shape filling Crimson with maddening joy as he gripped her sides tightly, his third climax approaching. She was ready to give birth, her monstrous swell on the verge of erupting but he wasn’t going to let her quite yet. Allycea was consumed with an erotic masochist pleasure; her babies were ready to burst from the confines of her belly as they painfully pushed at the peak of her gargantuan dome, splitting the over stretched flesh, a bloody, bruised point forming and pressing forth as her orgasm was no longer containable and the wicked evil at the cause of it all was pumping furiously into her blood engorged cunt. Then it all hit her in one singular moment, a rainbow of sensations and emotions, lust, joy, fear, pain, pleasure, life and death.
“Now!”
“Yeeessssssssaaarrrrgghhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh!”
Allycea screamed out as Crimson stiffened, his climax powerful within her womb, his fingers turning into claws and puncturing her fleshy sides as she cried out with animalistic fury; her mounting orgasm exploded throughout her fattened body, her hands digging into the jewel throne as her ripe and titanic belly burst with a wet pop, the spray of blood beneath her was immeasurable as three half-breed creatures spilled onto the floor. With her belly a gaping hole beneath her, Allycea shuddered and spasmed with the remnants of her orgasm, looking upon her young with a weird loving smile and then falling lifeless to the ground. The small, bloody, gore covered beasts look hungrily at the fat, meaty corpse. Crimson wipes his brow and looks at the mess.
“Eat!”
Isis can only watch as she rubs her grand, baby filled belly. Just then a shadow falls over her and she looks back as best she can. Behind her stands a beautiful blonde haired elf, a monstrosity with four arms and a plump little human. Crimson turns, his lava eyes burning in rage.
“Pardon us Lord Crimson but my father wanted to offer you a gift. As it is clear that you have not eaten yet. Tago.”
Crimsons’ fire fades as the daemon begins fucking the young human. Isis can only watch, rubbing her immense swell.
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“Haarlei, where is Daphne?”
Xheena paced the room as a strangely dressed nymph mixed potions and spells calmly about her. She wore a tight purple sorceress robe that revealed her grand bustline, and her shapely figure, her light brown hair was littered with streaks of blonde, and she was quite beautiful with large almond shaped eyes. Haarlei only smiled as Daphne stepped through the portal she had just formed. Xheena glared at her in mock anger then looked towards the blue skinned female.
“Well?”
The lovely young nymph suddenly glanced at the floor, not wanting to tell her new mistress the bad news.
“Corbios has won over both Olivia and Crimson.”
The three were silent for a long while. Things had just become much worse. For now the two most evil wryms had joined the darkness and Epyons’ daughter was the prize!

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Khambien just marveled as two heavy bellied beauties floated by him, their swollen middles, and full ripe breasts causing his on member to stir. Charlize tried hard not to laugh. The young group of mothers with them were soon greeted by a large contingent of titan and elven warriors; all clad in platinum and mithiril armor. As the companions watched them walk away, Shay, Byron and Tonysha leading the way, Angelique took a long, loving look back at Toc and smiled. The ogres’ face brightened as a huge smile quickly formed. Even as they disappeared into a large golden building resembling a very busty elven female swathed in a flowing gown, a very sexy elf, with platinum blonde hair, blinding bright blue eyes, huge, heavy breasts and a belly that rivaled Brytanees’; tight and full, taunt in appearance but soft with tender flesh, approached them. She seemed to float and saunter towards the group, sexy and proud as her hips swayed back and forth and her immense juggs wobbled happily atop her titanic belly. Her face was smooth and soft, her lips a full, rich and pink, her hips were wide and curvy, with shapely legs though plump still appeared firm. She was naked except for a long flowing cape of lavender satin with a large diamond as a clasp. Her mere appearance made Khambiens’ cock ache. Serenity even licked her lips. Raylenethos was sure that this female was a perfect picture of what pregnancy should look and feel like and though she had no desire for children, to look like this lush, fertile female before her she’d consider it. The gorgeous woman seemed to float towards them; accompanying her were four, big-breasted female guards wearing form-fitting chain mesh with smooth shoulder, forearm and thigh and shin plates over them. Their faces were hidden under masks shaped like dragonheads and on their backs were capes, which they wore in such a fashion that they look almost like wings. The leading elf stopped just short of the companions, her glorious bronze swell shimmering in the light of the city. She bowed first to the great gold dragon Shattergold, then to Kashca and Burxon, and then she addressed the group.
“Welcome to Dragonhorde Keep. Our sisters have informed us that it is you whom brought them back from the darkness…for that we are forever indebted to you. I am Rebeckah Wildheart, High Mistress to our queen, my Lady Crysteena of the Kayon Kingdom and wife to Khlendros, the Platinum Wrym and lord of Dragonhorde Keep. Though the lord is busy at the moment, her Majesty would like to offer you anything you need and will speak with you in the morning when we honor our newest heroes. If you would please follow me. Oh…Master Kashca and Lord Shattergold, her Majesty would like to speak with you. Please, follow me.”
They walked the streets of the golden city and were amazed at the wondrous metropolis. It was sheer beauty and splendor. What was most intriguing was that almost every female was pregnant, each looking ready to explode with child though few looked even close to Rebeckahs’ size. Khambien could hardly keep his eyes off her big, onion shaped ass that continued to peak out from the cape she wore. They soon approached a massive tower of pure platinum and diamond and it soared above them stories high. Charlize gasped.
“We’re staying in there?”
The lovely big-bellied elf looked at her worriedly.
“Is it not to your liking? We can find someplace more…!”
Quickly the beautiful rouge waved her hands to correct the mistake. Celeste looking at her as if she were mad.
“No, no, no, no! It’s just that it’s so…breathtaking! This is…”
Serenity wisely rescued her.
“Lady Rebeckah, it is perfect. Thank you.”
The elf smiled and spoke as they continued. No one seemed to notice as Raylenethos punched Charlize arm…hard.
“Inside you will meet more of my sisters and they will take care of you; I have to attend those whom you brought back to us for a short time and then I will join you later for dinner”, as they drew closer to the massive doors of diamond; etched in their centers in gold and platinum, perfect depictions of a mammoth dragon and a stunning human female with the biggest belly and most awesome set of breasts that they made Rebeckah looked inferior, “Master Toc, Angelique will be joining you for dinner as well.”
Celeste and Ruby give the huge warrior a queer glance as he once again dawns his proud smile.

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Olivia relaxed on her throne, contemplating the offer to attend Epyons’ dinner party. She knew the dark fiend had more planned than just dinner, but what? She stood and regally began to make her way to her private chambers, her naked body glimmering in the heat of lair. Behind her watched the ever faithful Dynna; slithering in and out of the shadows. The ancient female strolled into her vast room, adorned in the finest of furniture and sculptures, beautiful, tasteful and truly elegant. Even as she entered Olivia noticed the extra presence in her room, besides that of her elven servant and toy Jenetial. The old but still youthful elven female bounced up, an apologetic look blanketing her beautiful face; her belly, swollen heavily with pregnancy; at least ten months along, possibly quadruplets or quintuplets, her darkened skin, smooth and tight, her huge, milk-engorged breasts flopping about. She had blonde hair that seemed golden in the reddish glow of the cave, her eyes were soft and pale and she seemed excited and worried as she approached; her full, wide hips shifting seductively.
“My Lady we have a guest! He arrived unannounced as you requested, through the portal.”
Olivias’ juicy lips curled up in a wicked, purely sexual grin.
“You are dismissed.”
Without a word the full-bellied elf swiftly waddled out of the room. The gorgeous female made sure the elf was gone, then with a wave of her hand magically sealed the entrance. This was to be a private meeting. With a bit of excitement she walked to the rear of her chamber and there stood a broad shouldered man, his hair long and black with sharp, chiseled features and tight, powerful muscles. He looked completely relaxed, wearing only a silk robe, opened to reveal his statuesque frame and a long thick cock, almost a foot and then some. She purred as she eyed the muscle, anticipating the pleasure it would soon give her. He had the look of an eastern elf about him, his dark almond eyes burning with desire.
“Won’t your master be upset,” she purred?
His dark eyes narrowed in slight annoyance with her banter.
“You know that answer my queen.”
She slid up directly in front of him, her hand clasping his quickly rising shaft. His thin lips giving her a mere smirk. Olivia drew up close, whispering as they kissed.
“Natakuummpphh!”
Before she could finish his name the males tongue was deep down her throat, almost choking her and she loved it; her hand gently, yet firmly stroking his shaft as the one of the elfs’ hands glides up her flat belly until cupping one her full, round breasts in his hand; hungrily kneading the malleable flesh, her nipple growing erect under his touch. She passionately licked and kissed her way down his body; his neck, full pecks, tightly muscled stomach, sucking his hot flesh into her mouth until she reached his lower abdomen, just above his hardened member. He gazed down at Olivia as she ran her satin tongue along his length, causing the stout warrior to shiver until at last he felt the warm confines of her mouth. Her hands looked small as they gripped his phallus and began strong twisting strokes over the shaft as he slid in and out of her beckoning lips. Patiently he relished her wonderful blowjob, her loud slobbering a exotic aphrodisiac. As she took more of him in, he began to gyrate his strong hips until somehow the dragoness managed to swallow all of his monstrous sex, his full balls slapping against her chin. Her hands gripped his sack, her sharp nails teasing the sensitive and vulnerable underside. Uncontrollably he grabbed the back of Olivias’ head, forcefully pounding his cock into her wondrous mouth; she accepted the aggressive nature, whorishly suck away at the elfs’ stock until she felt the first twinge of climax. She knew what he wanted but Olivia had other ideas. The hot female released the thick organ from her mouth, allowing it to fall between her vast bosom, quickly wrapping it up in her tight cleavage. His breath left him as she jerked him off with her creamy tit flesh; the head of his cock barely penetrated the depths of her breasts. The twin orbs bounced in her hands, drawing up the cum from his balls. She lapped away at his swollen cockhead whenever it was lucky enough to emerge from her hefty juggs. Olivia knew how much her lover enjoyed her breasts, he never lasted long when she pleased him like this, his shivering and sweat covered body told her she was right. She licked her succulent lips, awaiting the treat that was soon to cum. Now he was panting, trying to hold back the eruption that was building but her tit fucking became relentless and in moments he lost control. With a few powerful thrusts he blew his load, thick gouts of cum blasting from his strained muscle, blasting in heavy ropes upon Olivias’ tongue. She swallowed all she could of the delicious sauce; it was sweet in her mouth as the rest of his nectar splattered warmly on her heaving boob flesh. When she knew he was empty the dragoness lifted one of cum covered orbs to her mouth and like a cat, licked herself clean, repeating the action with the other plump breast. She looked at him mischievously, her eyes burning lava pools of lust.
“Poor lover, you have to go sooo soon! You will owe me.”
Tiredly he bowed in agreement.

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Tomax and Xamot walked among the deliciously swollen, bloated bodies of the ready to pop females who hung in the chamber; their burgeoning bellies sticking out fully and ripe with pregnancy.
“He wants a drow!”
The larger Xamot spoke as he gingerly patted the massive swell of one of the three dark elves that they possessed. The plump, round faced beauty moaned with his arousing touch. She was absolutely huge, her belly larger than most of the others, thick and heavy; pulling down that the chains had all but given up the struggle to hold her and she was one of his favorites, usually cumming within her twice or more when it was feeding time. The young elf just coed and him and pushed her mountain out, trying to entice him for a good feeding. Tomax was rubbing a longhaired drow whom they had captured only a few weeks ago and already her tummy was frighteningly large, distending almost four feet. Her tits were spectacular and he gave them a good squeeze, drawing a joyful squeal.
“Don’t he want a brown hair too!”
“Alright, I pick the drow, you pick the brown hair!”
For Tomax it was a no brainier as he stepped in front of a delectable half elf female with soft brown skin, huge tits that formed into heavy, full spheres and a belly that protruded a good six feet of delicious flesh.
“I likes Heatherlee here!”
Xamot just nodded.
“I choose this one…Rhachelle!”
At that Tomax releases the young half-breed as her plump, jiggling body is lowered to the dirty ground. As soon as her feet touch the cold earth, the gnoll turns her around, pawing her fat, round ass he buries his cock into her rear, spreading her virgin ass forcefully. She cries out in a lustful pain as he stuffs his beastly tool deep into her sphincter, his hands smacking her meaty rump, a loud clap filling the air between breathless gasps of pleasure. More moans and pleas fill the room as the still captured girls beg for the gnolls satisfy their insatiable hunger. The wolf man is fucking Heatherlee with an animalistic hurry, the poor off balanced girl just holding herself up against the wall as her beautiful, healthy body is racked in sexual bliss. It isn’t long before she is gleaming with a wet sheen and Tomaxs’ breaths are coming quicker and quicker. In moments his muscles flex and warm seed spills into Heatherlees’ over filled womb. Her gigantic boobs bounce wildly against her turgid tummy. She moans with joy as her monstrous gravid swell grows and balloons; her flesh becoming erotically tight and taunt, though layers of fat soon form over it as she grows plumper and fatter; her body adjusting for the young within. Delicious sustenance shoots out in full spray from Heatherlees’ over-filled balloons. Her wonderful belly swells to almost seven feet, squishing painfully against the wall but allowing the poor female not to topple over. Heatherlees’ plump, though deceptively strong legs quiver slightly under her new weight and through it all she pants joyously, and still wanting more.
Xamot manages to hoist up Rhachelles’ extremely heavy girth, her bulbous belly swaying from side to side, just enough to slide into her puffy, twat, her white pubic hairs forming a cute patch on her ebony skin as he quickly fucks away. The drow is panting and huffing as her captor pounds away at her pregnant body, her milk-swollen udders wobbling about madly. Still chained to the wall, the creative female wraps her beefy thighs tight around him, pulling him deeper into her moist slit. He strains as he holds her up, his climax approaching very swiftly as he drills for all he’s worth. Even more swiftly than his brother, the gnoll is pumping cum in thick, powerful loads. Tomax holds her up until he’s finished, knowing her weight will soon be too much of a burden as her belly swells before his dark, yellow eyes. As he lets her go, Rhachelles’ growth is obvious as her shiny tummy surges and fills as his seed takes hold. Rhachelles’ legs uncontrollably spread as her humongous abdomen drops heavily between her thickening thighs. She can feel her ass become fuller, rounder, her waist and hips shifting and expanding, baby fat spreading over her scrumscious frame. Her laden breasts now drip with thick droplets of milk. The chains creak defiantly as Rhachelle soon grows to big for their ability, her belly a beautiful pregnant sphere, protruding almost eight luscious feet. A thin film of sweat covers her midnight colored flesh, her short-cropped hair is slick with perspiration as she breathes tiredly.
Tomax steps back proud and sinister, his cock still dripping with her cream. He looks to his brother with a vile grin.
“Feeding time! Soon you go before the master!”
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Raylenethos looks in amazement at her magnificent quarters. The room is the size of a small cabin, with a large duel sided fire place, and on either side of it were a bed fit for a king, adorned in silver sheets of satin and silk and an ivory bath filled with steaming water. A full mirror sat just above the headboard, which in itself was a masterful work of art. The floor was a soft fur that felt like gentle sand under her feet. Place near the end of the room, next to two massive crystalline doors that led to a balcony of gold and platinum and a view of the wondrous city, was a grand table in which sat a bouquet rare and beautiful flowers. She lay naked in the soothing water of the bath, her gorgeous body relaxing from the travel that she started almost two months before. Raylenethos, for the first time, began to feel the weight of their situation as she realized that if everything were to work out she might have to fight an immortal. Not just any immortal but Epyon, the Lord of Shadows and now almost the Master of Lust. Why in the nine hells did she let Khambien and Charlize talk her into this?
“Because it was the right thing to do”, she breathed as she slowly dipped under the water. By the gods she hated that!

All of the companions were relaxing in a similar fashion, save Serenity whom had become consumed by a lust that she had fought off far to long and one she now unleashed on two very willing elven males that she had requested from their generous hosts.
“Yessss…ff…fuck me!”
The first elf was slamming his long, slender staff deep into the beautiful nymphs sex. He held her slim waist fast as he pumped her with long, fast strokes, burying himself into her wet pussy. His friend, a young elf with long black hair was in a state of bliss as the pure white female stroked and jerked his thick rod with smooth, mastery. Her thin fingers squeezed and tickled every spot along his shaft, drawing forth his spunk as he felt his climax soon approach. No female touched him the way she did and his sexually agonizing groan was a testament as slurped up his sex; her hot tongue caressing him with greater skill than her hands. The older elf fucking her senseless leaned forward and firmly grasped her wobbling juggs; the mammoth orbs dwarfing his own large hands. Serenity wrapped her silken thighs around the elfs’ head, allowing him even greater penetration as he closed his large amber eyes, the sensation consuming him. Beads of sweat formed along his brow, his concentration fully on the task at hand as his companion ran his hands through her damp blue hair, his hips pumping his on stalk deeper down her throat.
The nymph released her hold on both men and slowly got to her feet. She led the two toys to the bed and with a gentle shoved pushed the younger of the two onto the. He held his breath as the sexy vixen turned, her ass forming a ripe, round heart shape before his eyes. Serenity slide onto the bed like a cat and gripping her firm butt cheeks, she spread them wide and revealed her tight little asshole. Carefully she lowered herself onto his rigid pole and slowly took the pulsing organ into depths of her rectum. The lucky elf almost shot his load right then, her sphincter was so tight and hot and literally clung to him as she finally sat atop him. With deliberately slow movements, the nymph of the wind ground her slender waist back and forth on his sex; her upper torso hardly seemed to move. The older elf stood before the sex crazed beauty and she hungrily gobbled up his thin, lengthy trunk. Her hands groped and milked his cum laden balls as he crammed as much of his tool down her greedy little throat. He reached down and cupped her full, malleable tits; they were so big he could just hold them udder the spill over of breast flesh, her erect nipples poking straight into the air. She helped him them lift the hefty orbs and easily swallowed up his entire length. The reared his head back, mouth open. He thought her pussy felt good!
The young elf was now coated in sweat as this beauty worked her hips frantically, pushing herself to make him cum and it wasn’t a long wait. He reached up and placed his hands on her gyrating ass, his seed rapidly rising. She could feel him stiffen through his touch and ground her rear even harder into the young lover.
“Cu…cuummm…i…in…mmmy…assss”, she managed a breathless command! And he was quick to answer as Serenity felt him flex beneath her and then a rush of hot liquid fill her rectum. She squealed in delight as he pumped as much cum as he held into her ass.
With the first elf still shooting his load into her ample backside the sex starved nymph gave the other her full attention, squeezing her titanic tits even tighter around his pole, causing him to moan deeply as she tit fucked him. In and out of her silky cleavage the elfs’ cock went, the nymph just managing to tantalize his tender tip light licks of her tongue. She pulled his hands to either side of her orbs and pushed them tight. His grip was strong and firm and wonderful as Serenity quickly dropped her hands between her legs and plunged her long fingers into her dripping snatch. With each pump of his tool she finger fucked herself harder and harder until finally she loosed an animal like cry as her own juices poured over her buried digits. With her free hand she tickled the underside of his sack and sent him over the threshold as with a low grunt his spunk shot between her mountains of flesh like a geyser. Thick, hot droplets splashed onto her expanse of boob flesh and she sinfully licked it up, her icy blue eyes keeping the lustful haze of his forest colored orbs.
“Mmmmm…thank you both.”
The two gave her exhausted bows as they left the room and she lowered herself into a hot bath.
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Hours had passed since they had arrived at the home of the dragons and during that time all of them had had packages delivered to their individual rooms. Written in platinum and gold were these words:

Welcome, Heroes of the Sacred Bearers. Please accept these small tokens and meet me for dinner the grand ballroom of the Tower of Light.

With Love,

Lady Rebekah Wildheart

In each box were garments of such splendor and wealth that Charlize felt she would make them look worse if she adorned them. She was quite wrong, as was evident on Khambiens’ handsome face as she entered the ballroom, escorted by a lovely robed female, her huge belly protruding from the folds of her cape. The two ladies walked gracefully into the amazing ballroom and Charlize immediately noticed Khambien, who was talking to an extremely handsome half elf, his hair long and golden and clad in the blue robes of a Light Wizard. Next to him was a breathtaking young Nieth, or winged elf with smooth flowing brown hair, plush ruby lips, a delicious curvy figure, her belly protruding nicely in front of her. She must have been at least fourteen months pregnant. The lovely elf fit in perfectly with her big, bulging belly and full heavy breasts; she fit in perfectly save for the set of amber brown wings that extended from her well muscled back. She wore flowing wraps that tightly hugged her tits and sensuous hips and ass but allowed her massive sphere to breath freely. Unknowingly Charlize wantonly rubbed her flat firm stomach.
Charlize wore a silk, cream-colored gown, studded in thin cut diamonds that was cut low to reveal her ample cleavage; a thin piece of cloth was wrapped delicately around her neck holding up the dress. It fit snuggly over her curvy frame and was slit up the front just below her crotch. The gown strung along behind her for a good foot but it didn’t seem to drag, rather float as she walked. Her feet were wrapped in jewel-studded sandals, the wraps running up the length of her thigh. Charlize wore her hair up in a tight bun with the un-tucked strands cascading down her naked back, the dress cut just above the nape of her buttocks. She looked like a queen.
As she approached, Khambien stood politely and Charlize realized just how handsome he was. He stood, a majestic silver silk cassock covering his slender, muscular body all the way down to his knees. His pants were loose fitting trousers were tucked neatly into his black knee-high boots. Around his waist he wore a simple though elegant black belt onto which Summershade and Wintermist were appropriately fastened. His outfit was regal and simple and worked well for the snow elf. He bowed low.
“You look radiant Charlize. Allow me to introduce you to Master Sebron of Darken Wood, a Light Wizard from the North and his escort, Lady Kira Amberwing, Lady of Romina Tower within the Darken Wood. Master Sebron, Lady Kira, this is my friend Lady Charlize, Gypsy Princess of the Wanderer Tribe.”
She bowed to them politely; her eyes locked on to Khambien in a humored glare, as they too bowed in return, though Kira only nodded her head, her distended waist prohibiting her from such a movement. Sebron reached over and gently took her hand, giving it a polite kiss. The half-elven gypsy had to blush. They smiled as Khambien pulled out her chair for her. Charlize couldn’t help but smile.
Then the door to the hall opened once again and this time Toc stepped into the room, clad in full mithiril plate, his huge axe strapped to his back openly. With him walked in Angelique, her monstrously swollen sphere jutting out far before her, almost six feet. She waddled happily and lovingly next to her lover, their hands clasped together. She was swathed in a satin robe that was held clasped just beneath her milk filled juggs. Khambiens’ mouth dropped at how truly beautiful she looked. All of them bowed and introduced themselves.
And they entered one at a time, each escorted by a beautiful, full-bellied female. Celeste was draped in a stunning gown of platinum white, her marvelous breasts just hidden by the garment, as it was open at the chest and navel. She wore her hair down but braided together and dressed in diamonds and pearls. The satin gown covered even her feet but hugged here figure most nicely. Ruby was the only one not clad in a dress. She wore a full body suit of soft mahogany leather, a cape that was a rainbow of forest colors and her sword sheathed at her waist; her belt hanging low on her hip. Even then she looked extremely sexy. Serenity then entered next, both Kashca and Burxon walking next to her as escorts for her true identity had finally been revealed, each of them wearing full plate, bearing their large blades and she herself was bathed in a lofty flowing sea of silk that revealed everything and hid it at the same time. She was remarkable.
Next entered a warrior. He wore black, chain and plate mess, his jet cloak flowing behind him like a wave and he was strikingly handsome. His eyes were dark and piercing, his features were strong and sharp with short-cropped hair that would not deter him in battle. In his hands he carried a massive two-handed sword that was hidden within an ebony sheath. The pommel was ivory and Khambien could just make out the thirteen immortals running along its length. As soon as he looked upon Serenity he headed straight towards the beautiful nymph and embraced her as if it had been centuries since they last say one another. Celeste whispered to both Khambien and Charlize, “Quintex!”
“So he is the Lord of Swords!”
Then Raylenethos stepped in and all the males in the room took notice. She was beautiful beyond words. Her dress matched her reddish brown locks that flowed freely, the gown revealing as much as it hid, her ample bosom begging to pop from its snug confines. Raylenethos seemed to glow as she moved, sex and beauty and freedom pouring from her being, as an immortals’ presence would. It was strange and yet fitting and Quintex began to wonder. All in the room would swear that she was an immortal if they did not know better and even Serenity felt the need to bow low before her.
As Raylenethos took her seat next to Quintex, Rebekah walked in. She looked more beautiful than before, her gargantuan belly was squeezed tightly into a satin gown, which made her appear as if she would burst from the second skin if she moved the wrong way. All stood for the lovely and regal woman. Her whole body filled out the form-fitting piece, accentuating every glorious curve and line as she waddled proudly to her seat at the head of the ivory table. It took many moments for her reach her destination and no one was upset by that fact, enjoying her sensuous movements as she walked. As she sat, hugely pregnant servers began to bring in a king like feast to the table. Her smile was mesmerizing.
“Shall we begin?”

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At the same time another banquet was being prepared as several young, newly captured females were being shackled by the ankles to floor in a large banquet chamber. Before them was a large semi-circular table that that stretched almost completely around, with the ability to seat forty or more. A large, circular, steel door was set in the center of the floor. Once there, plump, pregnant females joyfully fed them with milk harvested from the rich udders Trinity and Lethan. Baby fat spread slowly throughout the females’ bodies, each being fattened for the main course and soon they were panting and moaning, for now they wanted, no needed to be fucked and filled with young until they were bursting with life. The feeders began rubbing a soothing jell along the softened, plumped up bellies of the various females. It had a odor as if it were flavoring for meat and it caused the women to grow wet as their pussies soon glistened and dripped. Once settled down the main attractions entered as Tomax and Xamot escorted in five monstrously pregnant females with bellies already on the verge of exploding, distending well over seven feet, the middle female was well over that; her sphere was so large that she could only move with the magical denoumer placed upon her person. Breeders like Rhachelle and Teela. The gnolls locked the two twin blonde haired females up carefully in front of two wide hipped chairs. Then they placed a red haired elf before one of the outer chairs and a chocolate skinned human at the other. The fifth; was a curly haired Embezarian. Embezarian are a race of mystical females whose magical abilities are related to the size of their bellies, which at puberty begin to appear full term pregnant, usually with multiples. The largest bellied women are known as the Ladies of the Gate and their powers are immeasurable. When pregnant these magical properties are doubled and course throughout the females’ body. These abilities could be stolen if one knew the correct spell and the situation that allowed this theft, and Epyon is one such person. The young females’ belly was simply colossal and both creatures licked their evil lips, hoping to see her when dinnertime arrived. She was placed before the large onyx throne of Lord Epyon. They poured milk down her gullet and smiled, as her belly, as immense as it was, grew larger, her face growing rounder, her tits fuller as her ass and waist widened. Feeders quickly approached her and fed her even more until she moaned in erotic agony, her cinnamon colored dome full beyond measure, her milk heavy juggs leaking fully. They could see her tummy shudder with expectancy; her eyes dull with lust and hunger. She would feed their master well. All the females delectable asses and twats were facing the huge circular door in the center of the floor, as if set for something that would soon emerge and satiate the hunger within.

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The dinner was the most delicious any of them had had in some time. They were astonished in how much food Rebekah, Angelique and Kira had eaten though each of them were eating for the small armies within their swollen bellies. As the meal went on stories of travel and adventure entertained the group. Finally Serenitys’ mission was brought to the table and all were quiet, listening intently to her tale, as she then asked Quintex for his aid.
“I must consider something first, even if it is my sister. As long as you are safe Lethan can hold on.”
None of them knew how grave things had become with the capture of Lady Trinity and the birth of the she-daemon. She looked at him with frustration but soon his own mission became clear.
“So Master Sebron, why have you come to this wonderful city?”
Raylenethos took a sip from her fae wine as the handsome half elf pondered his answer.
“Well the truth of the matter is that the Lady Amberwing and myself are here because we made a promise the lord of the keep that when the time came and we were”, he looked over the gorgeous Nieth, her golden eyes staring back at him mischievously, “strong enough that we would aid him in defeating the two great wryms; Crimson and Olivia. That time has come so we are here.”
He said it so confidently and nonchalantly that Khambien almost laughed. But then Quintex spoke, his voice smooth and commanding.
“That to is why I have come, just as Master Sebron and Lady Amberwing but events have presented themselves that may force me to end my quest. Although I have a strong feeling that this just may aid you in your own quest as well”, he was careful not to mention any details or direct comments, he knew Epyons power and now he knew it was beyond compare, “in aiding my sister. First I must aid my old friend. That is why I cannot go with you just yet Serenity. Fear not, as long as you are free my wicked kin cannot control my sister fully; try as he may. I understand that this is a time for celebration but I must ask this of you; aid us in our promise to Lord Khlendros and I promise to you that my sword and powers will be with you when we go to liberate my sisters. I will also be able to keep a close eye on Serenity, for if the dark one has my sister Lethan then he has a certain bit of control over her, over us all. If you refuse, I shall still be there, though it may be a bit late. Please, if you can protect cousin Serenity then you must have power, Heroes of the Dragonhorde.”
The group looked at eachother, slightly embarrassed, somewhat frightened and very flattered. Khambien was the first to speak.
“You want us to help you fight not one but two great wryms; Crimson Wryms to be exact!”
Sebron smiled and nodded as Quintex only cocked his head. Kira sat back and rubbed her full belly, watching the group with a wistful smirk. Charlize looked at him almost angrily then to the others who seemed to be contemplating things, all but Raylenthos who only stared at the immortal swordsman.
“Khambien, we have offered to stand against the immortal of Darkness you little shit! What are two dragons gonna matter. Besides…” looking to the Lady Rebekah, then her massive middle, “are we not the Heroes of the Dragonhorde Keep!”
He looked at were with astonishment as did the others, she even drew Raylenthos’ attention. The magnificently pregnant bearer only looked at her and smiled with appreciation. Then Celeste sighed and chuckled.
“This is the most unprofitable adventure I’m ever gonna be on but I’m with you Charlize. I say we help against these two dragons!”
Toc turned to Angelique and lovingly, protectively rubbed her massive swell enticing a soft, sexy purr.
“I go as well!”
Before they could look to the halfling archer she was speaking.
“If you even ask I will be insulted Captain. Of course I’m with you.”
Celeste only grinned. Raylenethos’ voice was surprisingly strong when she began.
“We are all with you Lord Quintex. It is the right thing to do and since we are heroes”, she looked at the wily snow elf, “ it is time we acted like it.”
Serenitys’ smile was broad and proud. She had picked well! Khambien defensively held up his hands.
“Hey, I was just assuring what we were getting ourselves into.”
The whole room laughed. Hope was dawning.
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Within the dark walls of the Castle of Shadows, a parade of darkness walks towards a grand banquet hall. Through the long tunnel the walls were clear, allowing the thousands of fiends outside to view their powerful master. Leading the way is Corbios, in his deceptively handsome elven form, wearing the garments of elven nobility. Behind him walks the sinfully erotic Dynna, naked and proud for all to see. Next to her is a hulking humanoid, his hole body clad in blood red plate mail; dragon scales. His hair runs in a tight ponytail down his back and a huge twin edged axe rests at his hip, his appearance is that of an eastern elf; large dark almond shaped eyes, smooth strong features and thin, masculine lips. Handsome was not enough for him. They call him Nataku. Stalking with a dark yet regal air, is the muscular, devilish Crimson, his blood red cape flowing and shimmering with heat behind him. To his right and behind Dynna strolls the Dragon Queen, Olivia. Her now reddish blonde hair; accentuating on the red, flows in a wonderful cascading wave down her bare, tanned back. She is adorned in a stunning crimson gown that seems to shimmer and twist with all the hues of red, from blood to pink. It fits her perfect, feminine body like another skin, bolstering her every delicious curve as she saunters through the hall. Then come all of Epyons’ pets. These monstrously pregnant females float through the air, the shear size and weight of their distended bellies has simply become too much for their plump bodies to carry. The feeders are first; naked and displayed for all, Rhachelle; her full, baby laden ebony body glistening with wet, Heatherlee; with her massive belly leading wonderfully, then the light, creamy flesh dome of Cassandra levitates with ease, her hands caressing her dominant swell, Mynka is just after her with her yellowy, tan flesh shining lovely in the candle light. Last but far from least is Teela, her almost nine feet of belly shifting and swaying with the abundance of young held within.
The nymphs then parade in. They are by far the most luscious, sensuous figures of fertility and pregnancy that any of them had ever seen, though the best was still yet to come. Leading the way is the blue skinned Calipso, her belly flesh was pulled so taunt that the pigment of the ripe swell had lightened in color. She is lovely, adorning a shear loin cloth over her hidden sex and backless top, stretched tightly over her full, laden juggs as her burgeoning tummy wobbled slightly as she floats by. The smallest of the nymphs, her abdomen distending a good eight feet, she is by far the plumpest, her ass and waist wide and jiggling, baby fat creating two chins on her fleshy, full body. Just behind her is Honeymoon, with her monstrous breasts held fast by a lovely silk wrap, draped over her immensely gravid and protruding belly. The softness of her every wondrous curve causes many beasts outside to howl in hunger. Honeymoon appears to be pregnant with a full-grown daemon, her round belly shimmering with expectancy. Following that delicious vision is Penelope, her midnight flesh glistening in the gentle heat. Her snow-white hair cascades down over her over-filled breasts; the ends damp as they soak up the bulk of squirting milk. She is gorgeous, her baby ripe form exuding sexuality. With a grand, swollen sphere extending well into the nine-foot range the poor nymph moans softly with pleasure as her hands stroke her hypersensitive tummy, the growing load within dancing about, small bumps forming here and there across the massive expanse. Avangelyne, Lethans’ most powerful nymph follows next, her body glowing joyfully as an expectant mothers would. She is huge! Her belly is too large for mere words, her hands caressing a fraction of the delightful dome. Her rainbow colored eyes are closed to almost slits as she is lost in a haze of pleasures; her young rubbing her fatty insides and sending wondrous sensations through her sex crazed, turgid body. The fiery Kellsa, cradling what she can of her titanic belly, shimmering red and pink, cues as her young move around hungrily; the orgasmic sensation coursing throughout her bloat, fattened body. She is all curves, each one more sexy and sensuous than the last but none more so that her terrific belly. A necklace of rubies runs down the canyon of her humongous tits and over her sloping globe. Her beautiful, full ass looks so inviting, a string of cloth gliding through her plump, heart shaped cheeks. Looking wantonly at her shapely backside is Shaeri, the ready to burst sea nymph. All ten feet of her taunt, glimmering belly, its soft blue skin stretch to its fullest, leads her as she levitates through the halls. She is naked, all but a jewel tiara that crowns her gorgeous, rounded face. The youngest of them all and the largest of them; her belly protruding in a perfect elven foot sphere is Nareel. Her hair is combed straight, the platinum locks falling softly down her bronze back and tickling the upper part of her own expanded backside. The angelic female adorns only a thin cape of blondish white fur; it covers only the center of her shapely ass. All of the nymphs are wonderfully pregnant and beautiful but are overshadowed by their mistresses.
Her curly blondish brown hair is pulled up in a tight bun, with individual strands dropping harmoniously about her soft, seductive face. Poured into a purple hued gown, designed for her only, floats Trinity. The center of the garment is cut out as to allow the largest, most spectacular belly to spill forth. The almost thirteen foot dome is covered in baby fat, as is the plump immortal. She lets loose a soft hiss or purr every once and awhile as her babies, almost fully matured test the limits of their confines, with the most erotic results. Proudly the Immortal of Fertility and Birth sticks out her frighteningly swollen dome, her monstrous orbs ready to burst from her dress. Trinitys’ purple eyes are glazed in lust and hunger as she feels the birth soon approaching.
Just behind her is the most beautiful, and elegant of them all; pure, raw lust drips from every pore of her sensuous and sexual gravidity. Lady Lethan. She is naked, her body adorned in its own, plump expectancy; her milk engorged breasts straining to contain the abundance within as her twelve foot sphere of gorgeous belly, tight and taunt, struggles with her load, the amazing female carrying over fifty daemon young; all ready to burst from her magnificent swell at any moment. Beyond a doubt she is the picture of sex and motherhood; the perfect breeder, curvy and shapely and exuding all forms of desire. Her eyes are heavy and drowsy, her body saving all its energy for eating, sleeping and breeding.
Strolling proudly behind them all is the Dark Lord himself, Epyon. He wears a cassock blacker than the blackest of shadows, revealing only his handsome ebony features and his own long pure white hair and golden eyes. All his plans were coming together, save the capture of one elusive nymph. The sudden absence of his sister Xheena also troubled him; her relationship with Lethan could pose a threat. But he was not going to allow that to ruin his day, the day he would celebrate his “daughters’” birthday. As thought entered his mind he looked down towards Ebony; she was his crowning achievement though soon that would change and she was the key. First he had to prepare her for his plans and of course the Dragon Queen Olivia. The young feline like female looked up to her father. She was a daemon queen and held power but what she wanted was to mate, to breed, to create an army of daemons to serve HER! She smiled to him, her canines long and sharp and they soon entered the banquet room. Even she gasped at the sight before her. A huge table of onyx and black crystal was set before them in an almost completely closed circle; a small gap near the entrance was cut into it to allow for the “meals” to be set in place. Beautiful chairs of plush satin were set about the table accept directly across from the small opening were five large thrones; large enough for even Lethans’ and Trinitys’ widened swollen forms. Condiments, plates, silverware and wine glasses were set for every seat and escorting them to the tables were feeders; a few humans and elves, pregnant almost beyond the capacity of their bodies. As they moved to their seats, both dragons on either end, next the five breeders and the nymphs, then Corbios, Trinity, Ebony, Lethan and Epyon in the center. The nymphs and the two immortals openly purred with excitement as the looked upon the most beautiful, big-breasted young females they had ever seen. All of them varied in race from elf to human to half elf to half orc, each of them noticeably plumped up. But the one that caught their eye was the hugely swollen, immense bellied Embezarian placed before Ebony. The young brown haired female was full, gravid and succulent in her fattened figure. Four breeders were placed before Epyon, his son and the two immortals. At the center of the room was huge metal, circular door. Incrested on the door was a strange, frightening picture of a multi-legged creature with a huge eye in its center. Epyon had been known to refer to it as the “cook”! The Dark Lord stood and spoke.
“To our honored guests, my Lady Olivia and Lord Crimson. I have called you here for both business and celebration. First and foremost I thank you both and your lieutenants for attending this rather informal celebration for the monumental event of the first female of my kindred in over a millennia! May I introduce you to my daughter…Ebony.”
Both dragons stand and as do Dynna and Nataku, and they bow in honor. Hoots and cries from outside could be heard as the news spreads of a female daemon.
“After dinner we shall discuss business. Now, let or dinner be served!”
His last words came out in a venomous hiss. Even as he speaks the circular door begins to open, the metal pieces spiraling out and away. A thick, heavy cloud of gray green fog rises ominously from the widening hole, within it, it carries a pheromone that causes those lovely prone females to moan and pant lustfully; the desire to breed consuming them as Epyon himself uses his stolen abilities to increase the frenzy that is now the spellbound young women. Then through the thick screen of mist they shoot out; dozens upon dozens of cock headed tentacles, dripping with slim and cum. The air fills with the sounds of erotic squeals and moans, cries of hunger and lust as the tentacles pour into the captured females bodies, sloppily and forcefully penetrating their wet pussies or tight asses; wrapping painfully around limbs and yanking the poor things from their bonds, stuffing them utterly with multiple sets of thick, snaking cocks. The Embezarian groans animalisticlly as three of the huge organs bury themselves into her puffy sex while two others work and squirm until her ass fully penetrated. She reaches out to balance herself as the things quickly entangle her arms and legs, wrenching her from the confining chains to more painful bonds. Ebony reaches out in a faint of aid as the young females swell is thrust forward then pulled away. Some of the weaving phalluses grapple with her overwhelming tit flesh, squeezing one of the milk-swollen orbs until the white liquid shoots out openly only to have one of the penis headed muscles to latch on and drink. They frame her monstrous, quivering belly, forcing her to jut it out prominently, the focus of the occasion. A groan of sexual delight comes from within and is promptly muffled by another roaming cock crawling between her full-lipped mouth, which she happily accepts and sucks on with desire. The red headed breeder is sprawled out on the floor, her shapely legs spread wide as cocks pound into her greedy sex without yielding as she just manages to get her hands behind her head only to have them locked there by the sperm filled vines. As the animated cocks fuck her every hole, her massive tits slosh frantically about with liquid, slapping loudly against her tight gravidity. Her moans are still quite audible even as the cock in her mouth burrows deeper down her throat. Held aloft the two blondes are feverishly trying to fuck the multiple shafts back, gyrating their bodies in the air as they are crammed with as many of the wretched things that can fill their stretched, burning twats, their ready to burst bellies wobbling about. The independent penises rope up the girls squirting juggs and squeeze, spraying milk all about the room. The dark skinned one is spread out flat on her back, her mountain of belly sitting high above her as her tits lay heavily upon either side of the girls protruding dome as she is held fast to the ground, the tentacles simply having their way with her as she takes it joyously. Epyons’ eyes glow as he reads who his meals are. The twin blondes are Lisaria and Whenia. The dark skinned human was Sasha and the red haired elf, Klaricce. The Embezarians’ name was that of one of the royal tribes, she was the second heir to the position of Lady of the Gate, next to her elder sister apparently. Her name was Gwendelyne. By the nine hells she looked spectacular, but the Dark One could tell that all where hungry and this wondrous show would soon have to end. The ever-vigilant host began with his guests.
“Cook, begin with our guests please.”
At the command the four dragons could visibly watch as a never-ending stream of cum shot through the funnel like tentacles and poured into the females before them. Dynna licked her red lips as the blue haired snow elf was set before her, hands held fast behind her back as the organs pumped into her. The elfs’ eyes widen in orgasmic joy as her flat tummy begins to swell rapidly, her tits growing heavy before the reptilians’ eyes as soon the white skinned elf looked hugely pregnant, her grand belly protruding a good five feet in mere seconds. The cock in her mouth dislodged itself and Dynna could hear the snow elfs’ every delicious, mouthwatering pant and plea for more as her swell spread her legs, which had become fat and full. It wasn’t long before the too tight belly began its explosive finale, veins popping everywhere along the nine foot spectacle, the tell tale, blood red X forming at her apex. With an orgasmic scream the snow elf burst before Dynna.
Nataku patiently clasped his hands as the raven-haired young woman before him, a human less than twenty, swelled with life. Her once soft, flat belly was growing at an inhuman rate. The girls mind swam with eagerness as her waist grew and expanded until she was a burgeoning sculpture of luscious pregnancy. She struggled to feel her growing girth but her hands were stuck behind her thickening ass. The humans’ amazing bust soon looked like over grown watermelons as sweat covered her swollen, fattened body, her muscles straining to hold her together but wanting to release the orgasm that built within her eight foot belly. Cum poured through her even as the flesh of her belly gave way and she exploded in a spray of gore and matter, her orgasmic moan muffled by the cock she still continued to suck.
Lord Crimson was well pleased; his beefy young high elf was simply huge now. Her tummy was an immense sphere of flesh and it quivered with expectancy. She was drenched in perspiration and slim as her body shuddered with the creatures’ continual pounding. She squatted before him as if she were giving birth, her belly rubbing the hot floor, tentacles squeezing her plump thighs tightly. She looked into the wryms’ eyes with utter ecstasy as her titan of belly tore itself asunder, her sphere swelling to almost ten feet of round, fat flesh before exploding.
It had taken Olivia up to now to realize that her female was different from the others. She was a Gravidian Witch. These sinister females draw upon the lives held within their wombs to stay young and powerful. It seemed as if this one had volunteered for this job or was given as a gift, for the flesh of one of these women, consumed when they are with child equates to massive amounts of magical power. Just as it does with Embezarian, but their flesh also contains its own contingency that only few understand. Epyon knows it and as Olivia gives him an approving nod, so does she. The pale skinned witch manages to mumble a spell through her breathless pants as her belly grows with speed. She can feel young grow within her gravid dome and as she casts they absorb into her flesh and add to the plumpness of her thickening body, their power remaining in her meaty contents. She smiled, as she knew her spell had worked and hardly seemed to care as baby fat and shear fat spread over her soon bloated, curvy body. The witch loved her shaped and thrust against the massive cocks, her belly on the verge of rupturing, all her magic now flowing through her enormous swell filled with fatty meat. It was an amazing, erotic torture as she felt her ass and hips spread, her huge tits become sore with an abundance of delicious milk and the pressure within her turgid gravid abdomen combined with her explosive orgasm and the organs filling her every oraphus causing her to cum with maddening force as her titanic dome of flesh bursts with magic laced fat. Olivia smiles.
The big-bellied feeders then enter the dangerous circle, hefting up chucks of flesh onto the dragons’ plates or draining blood into the wine glasses. Olivia gorged herself on the witches’ flesh and felt the orgasmic surge flow through her. Then she felt her belly grow tight and puffy as the Gravidian Witches’ young take hold. Olivia understood well enough that Epyon wanted her pregnant but not with half-breeds of this nature. She would find out soon enough as she gulped down another succulent morsel.
Next the Breeders and nymphs were fed. Their females growing spectacularly large until their swollen bellies explode in gory orgasmic furies. The feeders double up on the eleven frighteningly turgid females. Rubbing the gigantic globes of tight, taunt belly with a soothing golden liquid, allowing the flesh to continue to expand as they graze on the mortal flesh while consuming gallons of Lethans and Trinitys’ milk. Each of these wonderfully pregnant females are at least double their none pregnant weight and by the end of the meal they are triple that original number. Needed baby fat covers them as the young fill them and mature, consuming all they put down. Even fattened and plump the gorgeous females are all sensuous and sexy curves. Stuffing themselves, as they enjoy their bodies, growing fuller, rounder and glowing in motherly radiance.
Corbios smugly watches as his big titanic bellied breeder is fucked maddeningly. Her bulbous form giggles everywhere as she tries desperately to fit more of the unseen creatures cocks deeper into her dripping cunt or ass. She is utterly exhausted from the continual fucking; her body is a ravaged, sweat covered baby machine. With the snaking muscles boning her tight cleavage, her warm full mouth, her distended twat and gaping asshole Whenia is completely consumed with her instinct to breed. Even without her hands the pregnant cocksucker causes the thing to cum, its seed filling her mouth with so much cum that her cheeks puff out with fullness. She swallows it all and continues to do so even as the others within her erupt. They pump into her like a siphon, her belly swelling with every shot. Pressure and pain and sexual sensations of unexplainable measure course through out her body as she feels the first kick within. Even Corbios can see it and he looks toward his father. Epyon just nods. Flushed and wet and swelling to unimaginable dimensions Whenias’ mind looses itself in lustful sensations and her instincts take hold as she begins to push, her body going through the natural motions of birth. Even as she plumps up and grows heavier, the tentacles place her in the squatting position before the daemon prince, her body in the perfect position to deliver her young, the titanic swell resting heavily on the stone. Her belly is swollen to almost nine feet as she looks at Corbios with sex crazed eyes, droplets falling from her body as she goes into labor; concentrated into one single moment and she looses an earsplitting orgasmic scream as without warning her grand sphere of belly bursts from within. A huge hulking beast emerges from her and drops to the ground. He is large and reptilian, covered in dark blue scales and before his “mother” falls lifelessly to the ground he leaps and in a single bound lands behind the Queen of Dragons. Olivia stuffed but still eating, her belly so full she looks almost four months pregnant, her huge tits already starting to sag as milk begins to fill them, looks to Epyon and then smiles. Tonight was going to be entertaining indeed. The feeders began to carve up Whenia and serve her fatty remains to a still confused and intrigued Corbios.
Lisaria panted and moaned with shear delight as she watched her sister give birth. It was so beautiful and she drove herself further onto the many organs. She looked at the curly haired nymph before her and being with child recognized her as Lady Trinity. She whipped her head about in a lustful frenzy, as her baby filled body is racked with sexual bliss. Her huge, laden tits bounce with abandon on her monstrous dome. The young twins globe was ready to explode as the creature pumps her full, beyond capacity with its seed. Lisaria, her mind a haze, hardly noticed the things twitch but definitely felt the hot surge of his cum and the sudden swelling pressure of her expanded waist. The spellbound female grew faster than her sister as the beast shot load after load of sperm into her, her belly ballooning larger and larger. Then with amazing grace, balance, strength and speed she leapt into a similar position as her sister, eyes wide, and mouth agape. Her hands gripped the table as she stared at Trinity who felt the one time contraction and orgasm all at once with the girl. The immortal moaned as she came as did Lisaria who pushed herself on her fat arse, her belly resting like a planet between her shapely, meaty thighs which she gripped tightly, a look of pleasure and pain contorting her gorgeous face as her monstrous gravid sphere surged for on last time and blew open, a huge hand tearing through in a sickening pop. What followed was a beast identical to the first one, which had emerged from Whenia, only pure white. Shuddering triumphantly Lisaria slumps lifelessly and empty as she is served to the huge bellied immortal. The new daemon leaps to join his brother.
Epyons breeder is next to deliver. Sasha, still locked to the ground is filled cocks, each one dropping its seed into her and pulling out, her globe slowly swelling every moment as she can’t move or even whimper the shaft in her mouth has completely gagged her. If her mind were not shattered by the sexual bombardment she would realize that her body was experiencing the most cruel, erotic torture that she would have ever felt. Filling her up slowly rather than just bursting her as it had the others, the “Cook” was allowing her to feel her skin grow tighter and tighter until it was sure that she could take no more. Orgasms had rolled through her ever since she was first penetrated and now she was just a conduit for the beasts’ seed as it shot its final loads into her, her form fattening and plumpening naturally. Sashas’ dome was so huge now that it was a ten-foot tower of belly flesh. Her belly suddenly quivered and then split like ripe fruit, as Sasha gave birth without making a sound save the wet tearing of flesh. As the remnants of her of her belly peeled away, there stood another daemon, this one shimmering green. Gore covered it joined his brothers as meat was placed on Epyons’ plate.
Klaricce, the red haired elf in front of Lethan was finally pulled prone onto her back as she was drilled in every hole, Her muffled moans were a villainous appetizer to the controlled immortal as she hungrily rubbed her protruding sphere, her young randomly kicking here and there over the massive orb. The elf simply sucked and moaned in pleasure, her girth was far too heavy but she could feel the slow stretching of her belly, the painfully pressure that centered near the tip, the agonizing climax maturing within her sex. All she could do was suck the slow stream of cum that flowed down her gullet as her sphere, almost eight feet across and elven feet high quivered as the beast within began to push. Then all at once the beast came in unimaginable gouts of seed that simply spilled from her over stuffed body and with a mouthful of sauce, her body held tight she couldn’t release her utter and maddening blissful lust as the combination of giving birth and the mind blowing orgasm within her hit in one moment, her burgeoning dome exploding in a wonderful sight. Lethan came by just watching the grizzly though amazing birth and even as the crimson quadruplet landed behind the female wrym, Olivias’ belly distended as a females in her eighth month with triplets, Lethan fed and fed and fed; the breeders literally shoveling the food into her mouth while rubbing her unbelievable swelling protrudence with the golden liquid, softening the belly flesh as it stretched.
Ebony was starving and horny and watching, the gorgeous Embezarian was the last one left and was drenched it sex and sweat and blood splatter from the others; though not a drip had landed on the table. Gwendelyne was dripping with Epyons’ spell and her natural desire to breed, she felt every inch of the cocks that penetrated her pregnant form and flexed and sucked and squeezed as she tried to milk the beast of its cum. She was the epitome of fertility as the creature slammed into her. Unbeknownst to the dark lord of Shadow this young Embezarian held one last trick up her sleeve and as she was lowered to her feet, her arms pulled wide arching her back and forcing her huge belly to protrude forth she cast one final spell, before her mind, body and soul were consumed entirely with Epyons’ power. She moaned and screamed like a wild beast in heat. Her groans became animalistic growls as she felt her orgasm approaching, her milk-laden juggs bouncing heavily on her monstrous ten-foot globe of brazen belly flesh. Through the haze that still lingered emerged a creature so disgusting that it even made Ebony and the dragons tense defensively. Avangelyne, even through her full, sleepy haze recognized the beast through a faint memory of something she had hunted once some months ago, when her Master “found” her.
The creature, its one huge bulbous eye glared at the fattened remnants that littered the ground before it and then it concentrated on the hugely pregnant female still in its grasp, her ass slick with sweat, her hair drenched and matted to her swollen, fattened body, still fending off her orgasm. Tired and drained the beast loosed the last of its seed and Gwendelyne screamed out with shear, frenzied delight as searing hot cum pumps into her. With her muscles already strained trying to hold her already about to burst belly together she shivers and tenses, her massive middle swelling with amazing speed. Her belly then begins to glow, the flesh tears away as a globe of magic takes its place, with her thighs and ass still thickening and then her orgasm becomes just as unbearable, uncontainable as she finally bursts in an orgasmic moan, her belly rupturing in a grotesque, liquid pop. Her magical flesh falls thickly to the ground leaving something else, the Embezarians’ last gift to those who would stand against Epyon. As her fattened frame slumps to the ground, a beautiful, glowing long sword that radiated a rainbow of colors and magic floated in the air for only a moment and in that moment a portal suddenly opened and engulfed the blade. The Dark Lord stands angry and confused but quickly composes himself as the “cook” returns to its home. The black daemon was to emerge from this one in honor of his daughter. The feeders are already stuffing his daughter and soon he relaxes. He would find out what that sword was and where it was later. He watched intently as his daughter soon began to take on Olivias’ shape. After all had eaten to their fill, the female wrym was lounging contently in her seat, her ten month with dectuplets sized belly resting heavily between her muscular thighs, her breasts, now noticeably swollen with milk lay comfortably to either side. The four daemons stand protectively behind her. Ebony exploring her full term with octuplets sized sphere and enjoying her motherly appearance settles into her chair exhausted. Epyon stands.
“Lady Olivia, Lord Crimson, now that dinner is settling in I propose an alliance between daemon and wrym. Now, both you, Lady Olivia and you, my daughter, have consumed the flesh of magical creatures you are now full with their eggs which are waiting to be fertilized”, both females look upon their distended gravidity hungrily and excitedly, “what I suggest is a union between my kindred and my son with you Lady Olivia, and a similar union with both Crimson and Nataku and young Bragon when he arrives, with my daughter Ebony. The offspring that you ladies will carry and eventually give birth to will be the first cross breed of daemon and wrym, ever in our worlds history and not even the Lady of Light and her angelic Templar Knights could withstand such powerful entities! Yes, in my presumptuousness, I did take the liberty in preparing the two of you for that purpose; for that, I do apologize.”
Crimson smiled his approval and nodded to the Dark One that he and his would gladly be apart of this historic and beneficial endeavor.
His voice held mirth as Olivia slowly stood, adjusting to her new weight. She looked radiant in her ripe, fully pregnant appearance. Gingerly she waddled between the table, into the center of the gore and blood stained floor and then looked to Ebony. The gorgeous feline-like daemon eased her mammoth belly towards the dragon queen until they almost touched belly to belly. They locked stares and after a few heart pounding seconds they both turned to Epyon. Smiles so sexy and wicked broadened across their lips. Olivia purred as she stroked her taunt dome that would soon be as large as the Lady of Lusts’.
“When do we begin?”

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As the parade left the horrific dinner, all the females stroking their newly, even larger, distended and gravid bellies; all but Dynna, Ebony smiled, evilly as thoughts of treachery swam, her dark mind raced. She would soon have her army, her own army!
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[align=center]THE HEROES OF DRAGONHORDE KEEP[/align]


    The moon was full this night, rising high above the peaks of the Dragonhorde Mountains. The stars dusted the sky brightly as the moon itself glowed like a shimmering white sun. In an absolutely fantastic suite within the Tower of Light, Toc and Angelique make love; for in the morning Toc and his friends would be off to the Mountains of Falling Star, the home of the crimson wryms. The buxom, huge-bellied gypsy gently cups her lovers’ tight balls squeezing and milking them for their contents as she sucks on the tip of his twelve full inches, her tongue twirling over the sensitive head, causing Toc to moan deeply. His hands gently gripped the back of her head, her curly brown strands entangling the ogres’ large fingers. With just a bit of pressure he pushes Angeliques’ head down on his cock, his huge organ going deeper down his throat and she accepts the added force gracefully, opening her mouth even wider to take more of the beast in. Her mouth is full as she bobs up and down on the throbbing shaft, thick streams of spit roll down its length and lubricate her stroking palms, which are a blur motion as she jerks and sucks the ogre off. Angelique slurps and sucks off Toc loudly until she feels the unmistakable twitch of his approaching climax. Slowly, careful not to bring him over, the pregnant gypsy glides off Tocs’ slick tool. Beads of sweat roll over the warriors’ brow as he tries to hold off his orgasm, not want wanting to disappoint his mate, his love. With warm, sexy eyes Angelique glares up the man she would son call husband and father as she slowly eases the rigid muscle between her milk-swollen juggs. Toc grits his razor sharp teeth, the warm tight boob flesh grabbing his cock like a vice. The gorgeous female slides her bountiful tits up and down his phallus, her massively swollen belly hanging comfortably low beneath her shapely form. The joyful ogre pumped his stiff tool between her lubricated orbs, a gentle spray of milk splattering against his naked thighs. Precum dribbled from the engorged head of his muscle and the lovely gypsy hungrily licks up the sweet nectar. Her eyes once again lock with her lovers’.
“I want you in me lover, NOW!”  
She releases her hold on the powerful male and slowly pushes him back onto the bead. With effort Angelique hoists her heavy girth up until she is standing tall in front of Toc. He smiles and admires his beautiful mate, her huge ripe, melon sized breasts resting atop her massive belly, full and swollen, the taunt brown flesh shiny and smooth; the distended orb jutting out before a good five feet. Her body, a wonderful collaboration of curves, her big round ass leading flawlessly into her thick, shapely thighs and well-muscled calves. He would have drooled over her plump, pink pussy, moist and waiting but the slope of her enormous belly hid it from view. Long curly locks of brown hang gracefully down her back. Angeliques face is gorgeous, exotic to look at, baby fat rounding out her once sharp lines, her full, succulent lips curving up into a wicked smile and her bright brown eyes lit with lust and hunger. Gracefully she climbs upon the bead, her huge tummy pushing Toc on his back. Angelique then eases the wonderful muscle into her hidden sex, thick labia sliding over every course inch of his cock until he is swallowed up entirely, her weight forcing him into her deeper than he could imagine. With amazingly strong muscles the bearer begins to grind her hips and ass on the impaled shaft, Toc gripping her soft, fleshy sides; her skin hot and flushed with desire, and easily helps her up and down his rigid twelve inches. They make love with wild lust and passion, their bodies becoming wet and slippery with sweat, heat radiating off their flesh and soon Toc is growling in anticipation but Angelique knows what he’s waiting for. She rubs her monstrous dome, panting as the delicious sensation of her lover pumping so deep inside her, and her overly sensitive belly flesh tingling under her own touch, she releases her orgasm in a breathless, commanding moan.
“Fff…fffiiilllll…m…mmmeee! Cuuu…cummmm…fo…for…mmmmmeeeee!”
And Toc obliges whole-heartedly! Burning hot cum blasts the inner walls of the pussy like a cannon as her own juices splash over his cock. Their hands clasp together and squeeze tight as they share the most awesome orgasm the either of them had ever had. Sperm of immeasurable amounts filled her womb and she knew she was going to get big, REAL BIG! Quickly and gently he lifted Angelique off his drained organ and laid her on her back, his huge hand rubbing her giant swell, waiting for the up coming event. They locked gazes and she placed her hand on his, and then she moaned deeply and lustfully as her enormous dome grew and stretched as more young formed within. The flesh became tighter as it pulled thin, her beautiful curves filling out as another layer of baby fat grew over her. She panted and purred, her hand squeezes his tightly as her swell ballooned to a titanic six and a half foot globe of wonderful pregnancy, filling out to her sides two feet, her milk-laden melons almost doubling in size. Toc kissed her passionately and stroked and massaged her grand sphere until she was fast asleep.    

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Raylenethos looked out over the beautiful city of gold and platinum. She had slipped out of her gown and wore only a silk shirt and soft leather breeches. In all her one hundred and thirty two years she had never scene such a wondrous sight. Even as after the sun had dipped behind the frozen peaks of the Dragonhorde Mountain the city continued to glow a pale, yellowish light. All about the purplish sky dragons flew; gold, white, copper, bronze, blue and silver. She had always thought that blue, white, green, black and especially red dragons were all an evil breed but after talking to Lady Rebekah and Sebron she learned that dragons are much like mortals, they could choose whatever alignment they wanted, good or evil. She had even met a very interesting blue dragon whom had taken the shape of a one eyed dwarf name Thundershell. He was quite humorous, telling stories and joking with Shattergold and Quintex. There was someone she couldn’t understand, Quintex. The Immortal of Blades had watched and stared at her the whole evening, as if she held something that he just could not see. It did not bother her as much as she would have thought, having a warrior as handsome as he staring through her was as arousing as it was alarming.
“I’ll figure him out soon enough”, as she whispered to herself as she let the gentle breeze of the mountain air caress her olive skin. As far in the peaks as they were the air was far from chill, more like an early spring day. She lurched backwards as a huge silver dragon whistled by her balcony, its massive wings blowing the wind by her in a gust. As agile as she was the gorgeous rouge knew she was going to fall but to her surprise she didn’t. Two strong hands held her fast under her arms and slowly she looked up to see the smiling, handsome face of Quintex. He got her to her feet and the two looked at eachother awkwardly. Raylenethos grinned as she turned back towards the open patio, watching the huge silver dive between two towers in the distance. Quintex strolled up next to her, not crowding her but close enough for the elf to feel him.
“Thanks for catching me but what are you doing in my room?”  
Without looking at the immortal she heard him chuckle softly. Quintex glanced over to her and then continued to look out over the city.
“I came to talk to you but”, his gaze going over the beauty of the dragons land, “with all this beauty and splendor around us I think that this is not an appropriate time to discuss business. Tomorrow we meet the Queen of Dragonhorde and that will be a much better time to talk. For now, if you allow it, I would merely like to enjoy this evening under the stars with you.”
Raylenethos looked at him, all her attention placed upon the handsome male. He was adorned in a casual vest of black leather and similar pants. On his belt he still wore that remarkable blade. Quintex felt her glare but did not return it. She smirked and moved next to him and they stayed there well into the night.

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“So Master Sebron, you truly find big, round, pregnant female’s attractive, do you?”
Kira Amberwing stood wearing only a robe shear satin, her full breasts just hidden by the folds, her dark areole peaking through. Her massive belly protruded a good three feet from her shapely body, with her long soft, brown locks hanging aloof, her great amber wings tucked in tight behind her. Sebron lounged comfortably on the bed and watched her seductively waddle towards him, her wide hips shifting from side to side with grace and beauty. He could feel his nine-inch cock harden as he enjoyed her sensuous movements and even as she ran her hand smoothly up his muscular thigh he could still hardly believe that this angelic female was his friend and tonight, his lover. Gently she gripped his stiff muscle, the master mage letting escape a deep moan with her wonderful touch. She slowly and smoothly began to stroke his cock, her huge tits dangling beneath her, rubbing his inner thigh, her massive belly hanging low.
“Sebron…you haven’t answered!”
The beautiful Nieth jerked him with skill, the half elf closing his eyes as he relished her strong, stroking hands, Sebron had always proved his worth by deed more than word and with this stunning female he was definitely going to show her. Easily he sat up and kissed her deep and powerful. His tongue penetrated her full ruby lips and they kissed for some time, all the while his hands straying to caress a full, milk laden breast or to rub and tease her monstrous gravidity, the taunt flesh a huge erogenous area, eliciting a deep, feral purr from the winged elf. They reluctantly stopped their tongue duel as Kira gently pushed the handsome mage onto his back, exposing her extremely hard target, and slowly, cruelly teasing him as she slid her silken tongue over the expanse of his rigid shaft. Sebrons’ eyes shut as he felt her wet, warm mouth caress his tool and then suck deep and hard on his meat. With speed and a whorish ability, Kira sucked and slurped up the mages staff; her hungry desire making wet, sloppy sounds as her head bobbed up and down his length. Her hands stroked the base of the thick phallus, massaging and tickling his full ball as her eyes looked at him with a sexy, slutty excitement. Somehow he managed to pump his hips, easing himself deeper between her full lips and hot mouth. He moaned with her every motion, his hands gripping the sheets tight with lust as she focused her efforts on his tender tip, Kira’s tongue playing a wicked game with his slit. Easing herself off his shaft, giving it one last hard suck she stood, allowing him take in her marvelous, baby burdened and full form, her every curve beckoning him to feel and taste her. But she was in control of this night. Kira waddled away from the master of magic and slowly bent over a plush satin sofa of violet and purple, spreading her amber wings out wide to give the happy male a full view of her glorious body. Her round, shapely ass was a perfect bubble, her huge belly bulging out to sides significantly, exposing her full, pink wet pussy lips and erect clit. With a wicked sexy glance over the shoulder she motioned for Sebron to come to her, which he did of course, though he held his anxious hunger in check as he slowly stepped up behind her, his strong, nimble hands sliding over the smooth, cushy flesh of her plump ass. He gave her a loving, teasing squeeze, the young Nieth purring in anticipation as he knelt behind her. The mage sniffed and relished the aroma of her sex, allowing the sweet fragrance to fill his lunges just as if he were smelling roses on the first day of bloom. Kira gasped as his tongue lapped at her labia. By the immortals she tasted good! Sebrons’ tongue darted in and out of the beautiful womans’ cunt, his nose buried into her moist sex as he spread her fleshy buttocks, licking her as deeply as he possibly could. She writhed hungrily as he spread her thick thighs further apart, opening up her twat even more, giving the seasoned elf even more room to play with.
“Yes lover; by the gods yesssssssss!  
He licked and sucked at her clit until Kiras’ juices flowed freely over his tongue. Moans and gasps of shear ecstasy filled the air. Sebron had been with Kira many times throughout their friendship; almost one hundred forty years, but with her and in this place was like a constant aphrodisiac to them both and they had politely held their desires at bay until know. The wise mage knew she would cum soon if he kept this up but she was in control tonight and until she said he was going to continue. Kira felt her orgasm build up with her enormous belly and flow towards her swollen, quivering cunt. Even in her lust-filled haze she knew the young mage would continue his oral assault until she told him to stop and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted too but the thought of that huge cock slipping into her womb, filling her cunt completely was too much to give up.
“Stop lover…huh…I want you inside me!”
Sebron gave her snatch one more deep lick before he backed off and moved towards the bed. Slow and sensuously the young vixen gave Sebron the most sexually intoxicated look he had ever seen. Almost as if she were caught in a slow spell she stalked up to the bed in which he lay. Carefully she slipped onto the bed, the cushions yielding to her weight as the big-bellied Nieth gingerly straddled Sebron and eases herself onto his rod. Her mouth was open in a soundless moan as the huge cock slide deeper and deeper into her tight sex. Sebron could just see her face over the expanse of belly as his hands worked across the taunt tender flesh of the orb, each movement or slide of his hand caused her to purr deliciously, as the monster inside her settled and waited. Locking hands with the gorgeous elven female allowed Sebron to help lift her immense girth as she bounced heavily off his cock. With surprising agility for her size the precious sorceress ground her shapely hips, thrusting harder and faster against the mages body. Their sweaty flesh clapped softly as the two friends fucked passionately. By the Immortals she was so tight and felt perfect, Sebrons’ thoughts projecting in his actions as he pumped away at her turgid beauty. A film of sweat covered the two lovers and Kira was panting heavily, her orgasm on the verge, the elf mage sending waves of amazing pleasure through her luscious frame, kissing and stroking her wonderful belly, filling her with sensations that she had never felt before. She squeezed Sebrons’ hands tightly, droplets running down the globe of her sphere, her huge wobbling juggs bouncing furiously of her swollen orb. Her head whipped about with lustful abandon, her wet hair failing about her sexually anguished face, the sheets soaked with their desire as Sebron slowed down the pace, letting his lover to feel his length slide in and out of her plump labia, his length teasing her clit sinfully. He slid their hands against the burgeoning sides of her taunt, swollen belly, running circles across her slick sensuous sides, as he continued his slow, torturous thrusts. The duel pleasures quickly become untamable as her orgasm comes to a head.
“Ooohh…oohh ffuuc…cccckkkk…MMMMEEEEEEE!”
Sebron eagerly obliges as he suddenly increases his pace, pounding away with powerful, penetrating thrusts as her nectar streams over his shaft and lap. She moans, almost animalistic as she cums with such fury that Sebron could feel her sexual magic course over their bodies, Kiras’ orgasm quaking fiercely through her sexy, gravid body. Her hands clench his until they are bone white, her golden eyes heavy and exhausted. Nestled upon Sebrons’ cock she looks at him tiredly and almost sympathetically.
“Oh…huh… the young Master…hh… has not been served yet!”
With Sebrons’ help Kira slides off the rigid muscle. She waddles over to the couch nearby, purposely shifting her shapely ass, enticing the half-elf to follow. The Nieth drapes her wings over the back of the couch and purrs as her friend and lover stands before her, his thick phallus dripping with her own juices. Keeping her eyes up towards him she swallows up his schlong, sucking it wildly and fiercely. Her hands are a blur up and down his base as is her head. Sebron closes his eyes, his handsome face contorted into a pleasurable, pained mask. Without looking he feels his prick drop between the full, satin pillows of Kiras’ chest. She wraps her milk-laden juggs tightly around the thick organ and pumps and fucks him with purpose, trying to give her friend the same pleasure he gave her. He had held out for some time and Kira knew he was aching for relief as she squeezed even tighter with her malleable breasts, ivory droplets leaking out from her overfilled orbs. Though he lasts longer than she expected her long tongue lapping away at his tip as it peaks out from the between her bloated juggs; he, without warning; only a deep, guttural grunt, shots ropes of cum out from the depths of her cleavage, splashing against her chin and on her cheek, landing in thick pools on her warm tit flesh. Breathing deeply Sebron looks down at the stunning Nieth; licking the drops of jism from one of her heavy boobs.
“So…what…what was your question?”  

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That morning the heroes were taken to the grand hall, within the High Spire, a huge building of ivory and platinum. Their escorts, hugely pregnant females clad in armor of pure mithiril, their massive bellies protruding from there metal confines stylishly and sexily, explained to them the meaning of the carving. It meant that forever bearers and dragons would be tied together. It is masterfully carved to take on the appearance of a massively pregnant female; her body, made of complete ivory, is nestled comfortable in a throne of platinum. The female, her descent unsure is gorgeous with long flowing hair that frames her angel like face, her two gargantuan breasts rest easily on the dome of a belly that is so huge that if this female were alive she would have to be carrying the young of almost ten or more great wryms. The building gave off an air of sex and sensuality. Raylenethos, Charlize, Celeste and Ruby all looked upon the grand structure with a sudden need and urgency to become pregnant, the naturally instinct to breed emerging with power. Kira, as pregnant as she was also felt the need and simple looked upon the immortal Quintex for he could fill her womb with young until she could hold no more. Toc looked at the Spire and all he saw was Angelique. He smiled. Khambien looked at Lady Amberwing and felt uncomfortable as his cock slowly stiffened then he looked towards their super pregnant escorts; adorned in magical armor, their huge, bare bellies jutting out from the confining suites, the flesh so smooth and tight; Sebron just admired his friend and her gorgeous, turgid shape. Her amber orbs locked with his as if to saw, “Last night was not enough!” He only nodded in agreement. Quintex watched Serenity whose hungry eyes blazed with a sexual inferno. She was feeling what his sister was feeling and she wanted to be apart of it. Epyons’ reach was long, too long!
The doors were opened by two eight-foot tall dragonkin, half-breeds occasionally born from the bearers. These two, even with their reptilian facades were handsome; scales of silver and mithiril, armor of the same metal, there eyes liquid pools of the stuff. Each held a giant halberd and tower shield, encrusted with a picture: a gorgeous, extremely pregnant female, encircled protectively by a platinum dragon. The two guards nodded respectfully to each of the companions, though they seemed to almost smile as Sebron walked by, waving his finger in silent protest to their mischief.
The hall was magnificent with statues of full-bellied females, pregnant beyond imagination, each of them lining the long expanse and leading them towards two monstrous doors, each bearing the same relief as the dragonkin guards outside. Other dragonkin marched the hallway, each nodding to heroes as the walked by. Charlize felt slightly uncomfortable as they eyed her with every pass. Sebron chuckled.
“Do not worry my lady. They do that to all the strangers. With the dragonkin, when one sees something, all his brothers see it as well. When they look at you they are relaying it to their kin. Now, wherever you travel, if one of theirs is near they will know you as a friend.”
The gorgeous gypsy smiled as another group of guards approached. The hall seemed to go forever and was eerily empty, the guards, their pregnant escorts and of course the Lady Rebekah being the only life inside. They arrived at the doors and with a glance two more dragonkin pushed open the door.
The throne room was a mass of treasure the likes of which every thief in the land would sacrifice their very soul for. Ii was neatly organized between weapons, artifacts, jewels and coin. The sun burned bright here while it reflected the glorious colors there.
“Take care and touch nothing. This is Lord Khlendros’ horde and it would be…unfortunate for the heroes to fail so soon.”
They all understood the warning. As they rounded the last bend the simultaneous gasp of lust, awe, desire and wonder came from the companions as they wondrous beauty of the Queen of Dragon Horde Keep. Sitting regally in a throne of platinum, topped with the same pregnant female, though this time entwined with the dragon as a lover rather than a protector was one of the most beautiful females they had ever seen. She had raven black hair that cascaded down her slightly sloped shoulders. Her eyes were a rich brown, soft yet heavy with strength and sexuality. With full, lush lips of ruby she wore a benevolent, almost motherly smile. Around her head rested a crown of pure platinum, encrusted in its center a flawless diamond and around her neck was a pendant of onyx and sapphire, which glinted softly in the golden hue of the room. Her breasts, full beyond measure with milk, were the size of over ripe melons, topped with dark areole and thick, stiff nipples that each bore a drop of milk. Each of her huge orbs rested oh so wonderfully atop the largest belly any of the heroes had ever seen, thrice as large as Brytanees’ and nearly double that of Rebekah whose own swollen belly dwarfed any bearers they had laid their eyes upon. The almost nine-foot mountain of flesh distended gloriously from her curvaceous feminine body, covered ever so nicely with a smooth layer of baby fat. Her belly button was lost, her gigantic swell, smooth and without blemish. The slope of the monstrous dome curved low, hiding her sex, spreading her shapely legs wide, the strong muscles hidden under the plump flesh. She was pure femininity, full and ripe with pregnancy, her sexuality oozing off her curvy, sensuous frame. Behind her sat two extremely pregnant females, their bellies full, and taunt, the gravid spheres almost radiating in the light. Both of them are wearing loin clothes of silk and bracelets of platinum. They had necklaces, the red haired female on her left wore one of ruby, the brunette; an elf, wore one of pearl. Next to them stood two dragonkin, bigger than any other, standing almost ten-feet tall, clad in full plate mail and each armed with twin headed axes, the blades edged with diamond. Their eyes burned in gold fire, the presence of power pulsing in the air around them. As Raylenethos looked upon them she realized that they were twins, the twin sons of Khlendros. She smiled at that but she couldn’t understand why. Lady Rebekah walked before the massive bellied female and bowed, though her own burgeoning orb only allowed her to bend and inch or so. She then turned to the heroes and smiled, proudly.
“Heroes of the Dragon Horde may I introduce you to her Majesty, the Lady Crysteena of the Kayon Kingdom, wife of Lord Khlendros, Queen of the Dragon Horde Keep and her Ladies in Waiting, the Lady of Sanafae and the Lady Azyea Cearea, both High Priestesses of the Embezarian Kingdom of the Mystics Valley. My Queen, may I introduce you to Master Mage of the Light, Sebron of Darken Wood and Lady Kira Amberwing, high druid of the Nieth and Lady of the Romina Tower within Darken Wood.”
The two bowed low, though Kira suffered the same problem that Lady Rebekah had. Lady Crysteena smiled joyfully at the very expectant Nieth then looked at Sebron and with a flick of her wrists sent one of the dragonkin guards away.
“Accompanying them is are the Heroes of the Dragon Horde. First the famous arcane archer Ruby Happyfoot. Next is the axe master Toc, of the Sharptooth Clan and fiancé to our own Angelique,” both Ruby and Celeste look at him then eachother, his smile from ear to pointed ear, “The honored Captain Celeste of the pirate hunter ship Shadow Dancer and ally to the ancient sea wyrm Ghihyjex, the Great Wave. This is Lady Charlize, Gypsy Princess of the Wanderer Tribe. Her escort and friend, Master Khambien.”
Both of them bow in honor. Raylenethos looks at them with a crooked grin.
“Your Majesty this is the groups’ appointed leader, Lady Raylenethos.” And she looks at her oddly for she realizes that her name is all that seems to be known of the half-elven female, “and they are escorting the air nymph Serenity, follower of the Lady Lethan, cousin to Lord Quintex.”
The gorgeous queen nods to them both, respectfully and smiles upon the group as a whole. As she spoke, her voice was smooth and soft, though equally deep and rich like that of a dragons.
        “Welcome, all of you to our home. From what I understand you are going to aid my husband against his brother and sister, thus why he needs your help for he cannot face them as they cannot out rightly attack him but you can”, the group was slightly taken aback, “After that you plan to stand against an even darker and greater foe; one that threatens all life within our realm. For that you have my gratitude and for that you have the allegiance of the Dragon Horde Keep and the Bearers of the Dragons. Alas, I do have some unfortunate news that may be of some importance. We have received a Dhovarian messenger for both Master Sebron and you Serenity. Mind you, the method of delivery is”, she was visibly flushed, “an erotic venture.”
Even as she spoke the dragonkin walked in, escorting a gorgeous female, with long pearl white hair, full, soft lips, hips wide and sensuous, shapely legs and a massive belly, appearing as a female pregnant with dectuplets in her twelfth month, the golden flesh tight, shimmering in the sift light. Her pupiless eyes were also a rich golden, deeper and thicker but just as lovely, beneath her long white lashes and eye brows. Jutting out from her head, starting at the temples of her angelic face are two horns of gold that curve underneath her ears and come to points along the side of smooth, soft cheeks. She smiles at Sebron, a known protector of her kind. He smiles acknowledging back at her. With them is a strong looking elf with blue hair and slightly greenish skin. He was large for an elf, almost seven-feet tall, shoulders broad and strong, his eyes a deep sea blue.
“This is Mistress Khorryne Shaphar, High Priestess to the Dhovarian tribe within these peaks. And with her is Archmagi Master Rivin, Dragon Arcane of the Dragon Keep. He feels this façade is more pleasing to the eye, though I do disagree. With his abilities he will be able to deliver the message much more pleasantly than normal.”
Rivin and Khorryne look at each other with lustful smiles.
“Please Archmagi and my lady…proceed.”
The guard stepped away as the two approached the center of the room. Khorryne slowly disrobed the dragon mage in front of her, standing a good two feet above her five and a half foot frame, her belly bulging out deliciously. The hulking dragon was extremely well muscled, a perfect male specimen and his cock hung low down his leg, almost a foot long or more. The Dhovarian looked upon the organ hungrily and with shaking hands she lifted the huge, weighty muscle to her lips and eased its girth between her full lips. She savored the taste as it slid into her mouth, the young mystical female slowly sucking down as much of the length as possible. She gripped the base of the thick cock, her hands barely fitting around the huge shaft, her head gingerly bobbing up and down on only half of the creatures rod, her saliva dropping in thick puddles onto her burgeoning gravidity. Everyone in the room felt the sudden emergence of sexual heat as the Dhovarian began to suck harder and faster as she managed to fit more and more of the phallus down her throat. Rivin, his eyelids heavy with lust, the gorgeous creature engulfing his cock skillfully. His great hand gently gripped the back of her head as he nudged more of his length into his mouth. She looked up at him knowingly and desperately tried to fit more of his girth down her gullet. For many moments she sucked and slurped on his schlong until he could feel cum building up in his balls. Reluctantly he eased out of her mouth, a long string of spit hanging off her lips. He backed away and sat down upon the ground, his cock rising like a column off his statuesque form, a thick saliva film covering it. Khorryne straddled his body, her belly obscuring his handsome face. Slowly, carefully, teasingly she lowered herself onto his thickness and as the slippery shaft slid deep into her womb she moaned with erotic pleasure. She could feel his strong hands caress her taunt gravidity as leaned back against his knees and gingerly lifted herself up and down on his cock. As she fucked the dragon mage she grew stronger, bouncing herself off his wood, fucking him like an animal. Sweat rolled down her slopping belly, dripping heavily on Rivins’ chest. He loved her full, pregnant body on his, the weight of her belly forcing him deeper into her warm sex. Even as he relished the wonderful sex with the intoxicating Dhovarian he was here to perform a task and through the blur of lust and passion he began to chant. The gorgeous female was moaning and panting with sexual fever as the arcane began his chants. Khorryne could feel the magic build within her, concentrating on her swollen abdomen and soon consuming her in an erotic, orgasmic blanket, her every sense burning with a magically enhanced orgasm. She was drenched with perspiration, her body glistening, her breath short and random, as Rivin; still chanting and casting remarkably well, fucked her with amazing fury until soon the Dhovarian was screaming with excitement. Then, without any sign of warning she came and her body jerked to a halt, every muscle tense as steel. Suddenly she whipped her head back, mouth open wide, with beams of golden light spewing forth. Then her enormous belly began to glow, dully at first, slightly quivering as her breathing becoming slow and steady, then it grew brighter and brighter until it shined in a blinding light until it grew clear, resembling the likes of a crystal ball. Slowly Serenity and Sebron approached the swollen, pulsing, glowing dome and with care, reached out and touched it. Immediately the image of a beautiful winged female, her huge tits clad in black armor, a thin blade hanging low of her hip, the belt holding it the representing the rest of her clothing. She stood there, her eyes glowing green and holding the most magnificent blade any of them had ever seen. The female then began to speak and as she spoke the Dhovarian looked at them, mouthing the words of the gorgeous female, her voice changing to match that of the woman as well.
“Greetings my Lady Crysteena and to those who have aided the young nymph Serenity. I am Xheena, Lady of Dreams, and sister to the one called Epyon and my Lord Quintex. I bring you grave news unfortunately. My wretched brother has somehow captured and impregnated my sister, Lady Lethan, the Lady of Lust and my cousin Lady Trinity, the Lady of birth and Fertility. Though his plans are unclear, I do know that he is planning something against the Thirteen Immortals. He has also made an allegiance with the Queen of Dragons, Olivia and her foul tempered and wicked brother, Lord Crimson. This came at a heavy price for the Embezarian have lost one of their high priestesses, Sister Gwendelyne, as have the Gravidian Witches. This union also bears the witness to the birth of the first female daemon in over a millennium, Ebony. Alas, the daemons have gained the upper hand in war that no one knows about…save you. I hear that a hero of the Embezarian is present at the Dragon Horde. Well, for you Master Sebron, Gwendelyne has left you something that will aid you in your up coming battle against Epyon and the wryms,” as she holds up the wondrous blade, “this is the last gift of Sister Gwendelyne. This sword holds power, more than one can imagine for it was forged with the womb of an Embezarian High Priestess and it’s magic is beyond compare, but it is for their hero and their hero only. Do you except this gift Mater Sebron?”
It was quite eerie watching the female speak through the other and yet it was also amazing. Sebron looked at the sword, his eyes glinting in it’s magical light, even through the crystal ball belly. The Dhovarian watched him, her golden eyes shimmering with a surprising amount of understanding, even in her mystical trance. Sebron was almost at a loss for words; this honor bestowed upon him was greater than any he had ever had before. With a deep breath he smiled and dipped into a low bow.
“It would be an honor to receive this gift from the Embezarian and I vow to avenge the death of their high priestess Gwendelyne whom I shall hold forever in my heart as friend.”
Lady Xheena smiled, giving the Master Mage a mischievous grin.
“After I am done addressing the others I shall have it delivered to you,” both she and the Dhovarian looking simultaneously at Queen Crysteena, “if your majesty does not mind us using one of your Embezarian priestesses?”
The Queen turned to her right and wordlessly asked Azyea whom quickly and almost excitedly answered.
“I would be most honored my Queen, though my sister may have to assist me.”
The lust was thick on her lips but the Queen merely smiled, understanding how sexually hungry her Ladies in Waiting were, especially since they were both carrying the young of bronze and copper dragons, two of the horniest of their species. She gave them a nod and then turned to the image of the Lady of Dreams.
“Of course you may my Lady.”
Celeste and Charlize looked at eachother in slight confusion. Lady Kira turned to them and whispered the answer to their unspoken question.
“The Embezarian females hold much power, especially when with child. One of these abilities is to magically teleport items or even people through a mock birth, but a certain amount of …stimulation must occur to help with this most pleasurable process.”
Charlize and Celeste looked at eachother, small grins appearing on their lips. This was going to be most entertaining.
“Thank you your Majesty. Now Serenity. You are our last hope for you are the one thing that is keeping my sister from giving birth. With the help of my nymphs we have created a haven for Lady Lethan and Lady Trinity and your sisters of course. This has aided Lady Trinity from delivering but I fear that the young inside her will soon become impatient and want release into this world. Our little haven has given her back some control but with the bulk of Lethans’ power within his grasp and all of Trinitys’, she will not last long. The creatures within will mature within the year. Some of your sisters will be ready to deliver in a few months, some could give birth much earlier than that. Knowing Epyon he will impregnate them continually, having them bare him armies of daemons. From what I have witnessed this is what he has in mind for Olivia and his daughter Ebony. They are carrying the mystically merged eggs of a Gravidian witch and an Embezarian along with their own. I believe he wants dragon and daemon to merge and if this happens, the Lady of Light, Nikke or Nicolette to those who did not know her and her Knight Templar will not be able to withstand the might of such a force, though the war would be magnificent and brutal, both sides losing many, Epyons’ horde would win the day.”
Everyone in the room felt the darkness of her statement. Next too immortals, angels, daemons and dragons were the most powerful creatures in the realms. A draconic daemon would be more powerful than any of them, including immortals. The Queen sighed deeply, her thoughts immediately going to her husband.
jin1976
“Serenity, with the aid of my brother Quintex and this fine group of warriors you can defeat Epyon. You must find the lost Immortal of Freedom.”
The white haired nymph, her steel eyes bright in the glow of the Dhovarians’ belly looked at the immortal with an intrigued and disbelieving expression. She then looked to Quintex whose smile, though faint, caused her heart to leap.
“But that immortal is but a myth; aren’t they?”
“No young one. The Immortal of Freedom is an immortal born into the body of a mortal, releasing them of all rules and bonds of immortals. The legends say that she will be able to free anyone from whatever bonds may tie them. The legends also state that this immortal will be found within a female who has no mortal bonds, for she is been given the breath of all thirteen immortals and thus she has no mortal mother or father. She, you will have to find and with her you can defeat my dark brother.”
“How will we find her.”
“The legends say she will find you. Look for one who seems to be as free as the wind and those around her will tend to float along her breeze. This female will not know she is immortal, not until another immortal brings it out of her. That is what I hope Quintex will be able to do.”
He nods and glances at the heroes; eyeing Raylenethos and Celeste most of all, Raylenethos even more so. She caught him though and he abruptly turned away.
“I can tell you no more and for that I am sorry. My nymphs and I, along with the aid of a Batarian tribe near this evil palace, will do the best we can to aid you. The Batarian have already help us by smuggling in an Embezarian to help us deliver this sword. Speaking of which, are you ready Lady Azyea?”
The dark haired beauty nodded, her hands already stroking her huge belly.
“We will begin here, prepare yourself. As for you, Heroes of the Dragon Horde, I wish you the blessing of all the immortals for the fate of realms, for mortal and immortal alike is now in your hands. Brother Quintex, I hope to see you soon.”
“As do I little sister.”
With that Lady Xheena bowed low and turned away; the Dhovarians’ belly dulling, becoming a wonderful fleshy opaque, sweat dripping off her as the magic subsided. She was panting heavily now, Rivins’ cock still buried deep within her dripping sex. She felt the urge to relieve him, for she could feel his cock twitching inside her womb, begging to erupt but she was exhausted, so much so she feared she would not be able to get up. The draconic archmage smiled knowingly and with monstrous strength lifted her swollen form off him, gently and carefully. Khorynnes’ legs were wobbly beneath her and quickly one of the dragonkin was there to help her. She wrapped one arm around the armored beast and lovingly caressed her massive gravidity with the other as he aided her back to her chambers. Rivin stood, naked and proud, his cock stiff and rigid and dripping with Khorynnes’ juices, grinning with approval as he watched the young Dhovarian waddle away; she had done well. Azyea slowly approached the dragon and squatted in front of his manhood. She positioned herself so her belly was facing perpendicular to his, her head turned allowing her to engulf the twitching shaft as Sanafae slide up next to her and gently massaged one of her hefty mammeries. The stunning female purred, her head sliding up and down Rivins’ length, the taste of cock and cum sweet in her mouth as her fellow Embezarian was licking her plump nipple, softly chewing the nub between her teeth. Her hands slowly rubbed circles around the expanse of her sun baked belly, which looked even larger as the female squatted, her free breast wobbling between her strokes. None of the group had ever seen this sort of magic before, save Sebron, Kira and Quintex. The others were breathing heavy, the sexual power was overwhelming and hard to resist. Charlize was eyeing Khambien like a piece of fresh cut meat. Soon the Embezarian was breathing hard, her glistening belly heaving heavily with her ever breath, almost as if she were preparing to give birth.

Within the dark halls of Shadow, Xheenas’ nymphs prepared the other Embezarian for the exchange. Haarlei and Daphne helped the Embezarian onto the cushion and quickly started to work. The cinnamon skinned female was gorgeous, her eyes were a deep brown, laced with thick, sensuous lashes; her lips were full and plump, tinted in a dark violet. She had long chocolate brown hair that hung just beyond the shoulder. Her breast were titanic melon-sized orbs that sloshed about heavily with an over abundance of milk, her thick nipples were dark and surrounded by an even darker areole. Her belly was simply enormous; she looked like one of Epyons’ bearers, the flesh so taunt and smooth that it burst with expectancy. She was simply delicious and the two nymphs were not about to let an opportunity like this to pass them by. Haarlei embraced the beautiful female, her lips pressing against hers tightly, their tongues twirling in a erotic dance in their mouths as Daphne gently rubbed the gigantic seven-foot globe of flesh, allowing her fingernails to tease the tightly stretched flesh, sending immense pleasure rippling throughout the humongous belly. Slowly the Embezarian began to buck her hips, Haarlei squeezing one of her massive juggs, the malleable flesh squishing between her thin fingers. She caught the erect nipple with her fore finger and middle finger, stroking it with purpose as the vixen nibbled away at the other stiff nub; one of her own huge tits mashed between them, the other wobbling just in the reach of the Embezarian who desperately licked and lapped away as it dangled above her face. Xheena knelt between the pregnant beauties plump legs and admired how her belly sloped over her sex, forcing it to fill with blood and making it all the more stimulated. She ran a single long nail just outside her swollen labia, tickling the hypersensitive flesh, making sure she gave the neseccary attention to the underside of her burgeoning dome with soft, playful kisses. The Embezarian bucked hard and moaned hungrily as the immortal did this, and almost threw the others free as Xheenas’ tongue penetrated her pussy lips, darting over her erect clit. Soon her juices were flowing, lathering the winged females quick muscle, an orgasm building within her bulging girth. Xheena backed away, pausing to watch her nymphs tease and pleasure the gloriously round female.
“My dear Byyoncia, please send her to the Dragon Horde Keep, her new companion awaits her.”
The gorgeous Embezarian could not of answered if she tried to, her mouth full of tit flesh. A muffled moan and the tale tell glow of her sex told Xheena that Byyoncia was ready and very willing. Spreading her legs just a bit wider, opening up the mystical plain of her womb to the immortal of dreams the Embezarian bucked even harder, feeling the strangely warm steel of the weapons blade penetrate her pussy as Xheena slowing, methodically fed the weapon in. As if she were making love the female pumped harder and faster, swallowing more and more of the weapon, Daphne massaging her massive belly as it swelled slightly, the mystical plane within accepting the sword. After almost five minutes, Xheena taking her time, building up Byyoncias’ orgasm, the sword was completely swallowed by the Embezarian. Energy swirled and danced within her womb, pushing with intense, orgasmic pressure on her birth canal. She was panting and groaning as the pressure continued to mount, the two nymphs suckling on her milk laden juggs while they ran magical circles over her swell. It soon became too much and with a heart pounding scream of sexual fury she came. As she released a beam pure light and energy shot from her womb, blasting through a magical portal that led to outside and then across the land.

Back at the Dragon horde all was ready as the Embezarians’ magical beam approached. Azyea was covered in sweat, her body soaked. She continued to suck on Rivins’ pulsing shaft, the dragon pumping his hips with vigor, his climax on the verge. Sanafae had ceased her tit tease, concentrating on rubbing and massaging her sisters immense fleshy sphere, softly whispering to her as from out of nowhere a streak of pure energy blasts into the room and crashes into the Embezarians’ womb. Her eyes open wide in a sexual frenzy as her belly swells noticeably. The sudden surge sends a shockwave through her swollen body and into Rivin whom immediately spasms as he erupts in her mouth. Not one drop spills from her lips. Azyea hungrily swallowing the continuing flood of dragon seed, her belly surging with life as it fills with the young of the Archmagi. Her muscular legs spread and then give way to the sudden added weight as she plops down on her full rear; Rivins’ cock falling from her lips, her unbelievably huge dome shimmering with life, the flesh growing even tighter, her size nearly double. She was now supporting a six-foot sphere of gorgeous belly, Sanafaes’ hands working frantically to sooth the tightly stretched skin, as Azyea lays on her back, panting and puffing, her legs spread wide and her pussy glowing. She sat up suddenly and she pushed, her strength amazing, as another beam of energy shoots out and halts before Sebron. The exhausted Embezarian lies on her back, her huge mountain of flesh rising and falling as Sanafae caresses her to sleep. Rivin slowly puts back on his robe as the energy takes the form of the miraculous blade, a hue of blue and black radiating off its edge. Even as he reaches out to touch the weapon he can hear it speak.
“I am the spirit of Gwendelyne, but you may address me as Crimsonsbane. I am yours now.”
Slowly he unsheathes his old sword and tosses it into the dragons’ horde and smiles, his hands gripping and relishing Crimsonsbane.
“No my lady, we are one and I shall avenge you!”
Quintex steps before them all; Sebron sheathing Crimsonsbane, then the immortal looks towards the Queen of Dragons.
“My Queen, we are ready.”

That night, Sebron examined his new sword; so enthralled was he that he was quite surprised when Lady Rebekah paid him a visit. She wore only a shear nightgown of lace, which cut just beyond her shapely feminine hips and that fit snuggly over her ample bosom and massively swollen belly; Sebron could see her full, stiff nipples, her huge dome curving low and hiding her muff, her blonde hair was curled up elegantly above her angelic face. Her blue eyes seemed to glow with the seductive sexuality of motherhood and her crimson lips wore a mischievous grin. He politely allowed her to waddle by, his eyes watching her big, round ass, his own eyes glinting in lust.
“My lady, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure.”
She looks cock-eyed at the marvelous sword displayed across his bed and then to the warm bath drawn next to the fireplace, her smile broadening.
“Is it not obvious Sebron; she wants you. She too is an Embezarian, and a princess as well and to be with our hero is a great honor.”
Sebron gives the sword a quick, almost shocked look as Lady Rebekah steps forward, obviously seeing his discomfort, but misinterpreting the meaning.
“Am I not wanted my lord?”
He looks at her almost to say didn’t you hear that but then realizes that she took his glance as something different and he quickly moves in front of her, his cock pressed hard against her distended girth. She smiles as she feels the bulge through his robe.
“A bath my lady, I would like to give you a bath.”
Her face almost glows with excitement as he escorts her towards the ivory carved pool. Slowly, as to enjoy every womanly inch revealed, Sebron gathers up Rebekahs’ nightgown and slowly lifts it over her heads, pausing as it reaches her arms, using the garment as a make shift bond, he bends down, giving the gorgeous blond a deep, lustful kiss; their tongues melting together in their mouths. His free hand explores her round naked form; stroking her full, taunt belly then moving up to her heavy, milk filled breasts, her soft, pink nipple growing hard as he gently pinches it. She whimpers softly but the sound is muffled, her mouth embraced with his. They hold this position for many moments, his hand roving across her body, his touch building up sexual hunger within Rebekah with every pass. He finally releases the kiss and flings the nightgown towards the bed, and then he carefully helps her into the clear waters of the bath. The water was warm, caressing her pregnant body like a long lost lover causing a pleasant moan to escape her lips and then a sexy little giggle. Sebron waited until she was safely in the pool and then he too disrobed. Rebekahs’ eyes widen for she had never imaged a mortal mage to be so well built or endowed. He eased into the water and gathered up a soft cloth as he approached. Dipping it in the water he strolled up in front of the angelic female and locking eyes with her he slowly began to wash her huge gravidity. Her eyes grew heavy as the soft cloth gently massaged the tight flesh of her belly. He ran smooth circles over the massive orb, which jutted out almost five feet or more and lay partially hidden beneath the waters. Rebekah was almost moaning as Sebron paid her belly more attention than any lover before, appreciating its every sensuous curve, the lush fullness of it, and the femininity it exuded as he washed and stroked every bit of the huge sphere. Her eyes were closed now, the soothing bath sapping her strength and causing her to lean heavily on the mage but he didn’t mind at all. He soon concentrated on her soft, milk filled orbs, inciting an erotic purr as he rubbed all over the huge mountains. His hands dipped between her two orbs, washing her sensitive cleavage and then he surprised her as he lifted the heavy utters and bathed the unattended tits flesh beneath; making sure to tease the hidden belly as well. The Embezarians’ loins were on fire and he had done nothing but bath her. Firmly he stroked her stiff nipples, her hands squeezing his toned ass in response, her eyes still closed tight. Gracefully he turned her around, letting her balance herself against the edge, Rebekahs’ full belly dipping low into the water, her hefty juggs dangling just above it with her nipples tickling the warm liquid and raising her expanded rear and well shaped legs just above the water. Sebron stepped back a bit just to enjoy the sight before him. The lady had arched her well toned back, her waist and hips widened with expectancy, her belly swollen out a foot on each side and her ass, nice and shapely, grown big and firm but layered with just a touch of baby fat with her swollen pussy, nicely, cleanly shaven leading into thick, muscular thighs giving her such a womanly appearance that his cock harden just by the sight. He washed her back, massaged her shoulders and spine, then focusing on her lower muscles, sore from the weight of her belly. Softly, slowly she began to rock back and forth as Sebron slowly stroked and bathed her round backside. Gently he spread her full cheeks and teased her tight asshole causing her to squeal softly and he skillfully allowed the water to drip into her pussy. This caused her to buck even harder. His hands soon roamed between her plump, thighs and finally, letting the cloth drop he slipped two fingers into her wet cunt. With that she gasped, her eyes opening wide. Gripping her round rear-end he continued to pump his fingers into her twat. Now she was fully thrusting against his digits, his fingers becoming buried in her snatch, the water splashing softly as she fucked his hand. Using her hands she pushed herself further on his hand, trying to fill her sex. Sebron slowly withdrew his fingers, licking the Embezarians juices from his hand, relishing the honey and then dipped between her full cheeks, his tongue darting into her swollen sex. She was panting with excitement, her muscles quivered as the mage lapped away at her pussy, tonguing her erect clit hungrily.
“Oh yes Lord Sebron, eat me pleassseeee!
The half elf happily obliged, his face burrowing into her snatch, licking, tonguing, sucking and nibbling her insides with abandon. She was pushing herself with her hands, her huge juggs now splashing in the water as he ate her out. With her pussy lips quivering on the edge of orgasm Sebron dropped into the water, heavily kissing the underside of her belly as she swooned and came in a gush, her milky cream splashing into the pool. Rebekah cried out with passion, her muscles stiffening. Sebron could feel her tense beneath the surface, his hands stroking her submerged girth. Slowly he rose from the pool, his long hair hanging wetly about his head, his thin lips forming a playful grin, his hands still clasping the lady’s gravid swell and his own stiff erection teasing her still shivering cheeks. Rebekah looked over her shoulder; perspiration glistening off her face, her blue eyes bright with lust and with a slow nod Sebron eases his long shaft into her tight, wet pussy. She groans approvingly as his size fills her womb. With long, slow strokes the mage fucks the gorgeous female, his balls gently slapping against her clitoris, her moans of passion filling his ears.
So lost in desire were the two that neither noticed Crimsonsbane rise off the bed and float before them, the ruby; the belly of the female carved along its hilt, held within the center of dragon shaped cross piece, was glowing, watching the two lovers.
Sebron had helped Rebekah onto the edge of the pool, her tits bouncing heavily to the sides of her swollen belly, as the mage held her full, shapely legs apart and pounded away at her sex. She pushed herself up as best she could; her eyes locked with Sebrons’, squeezing her sphere and making it look even larger. The mage pumped away at the Embezarians’ snatch, their flesh clapping loudly as they met, water and sweat soon mixing together, Rebekahs’ moaning becoming a sexual symphony as the young lord stuffed her womb.
“Do not cum inside her! If you do her dragons’ children will be altered much to his dismay. Unlike the one named Toc who is a sub-daemon, your seed would mix with the growing young, rather than grow separately. If you asked she would allow it but do not give her that option!”
Sebron could hear the sentient weapon even as he felt the first twinge of orgasm. Slowly he backed out the lady and once again started to eat her delectable muff, his own aching member begging for release. Rebekahs’ head thrashed about with sexual delight as she loosed a deep, animalistic howl, cumming furiously on the mages tongue, sweet nectar spilling into his mouth. Sebron rose from between her legs and gently stroked her belly, enjoying the feel of its size rise and fall with her heavy breathes. It is then that he notices the magical blade hovering behind the Embezarian. Sebron gives it a stare of pure wonderment as Rebekah eases herself into the water. He quickly gives her his full attention as she stares hard at him, her blue eyes filled with desire, her lids heavy with lust as she eases the rigid member into her warm mouth.
“By…by the immortals!”
He could just utter the words as the lush, fertile female engulfed his entire length, her tongue sliding across his veiny shaft until her nose disappears in his golden pubic hair. Now he closed his eyes as Rebekahs’ head danced along his cock, swallowing up his sex, her tongue slipping out just enough to lick his swollen balls. She could feel him shiver as he held off his eruption and she centered her focus on the head of his wood, her small hands gripping and stroking his thick stalk; squeezing the cum from his body. Hungrily Sebron pumped his hips, his breath growing short, his cum rising like a volcano. Rebekah felt the first spasm and opened her mouth, the tip of his cock resting on her tongue, her hands a blur along his shaft as finally, he tightened up and with a grunt he cums; thick, heavy spurts of cream shooting into her mouth and across her lips. She jerks and strokes his cock until every drop is gone; swallowing all that got into her mouth and scooping up the rest on her fingers and licking them clean. He shuddered and jerked a bit, the gorgeous female supporting him as he tiredly lowered himself into the pool. They snuggled close together, her head resting on his muscled chest, his hands caressing the heaviness of her burgeoning belly, looking out onto the city from the pool until sunrise.
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The next morning the companions gathered before the gates of the city. Lady Rebekah, along with Kashca and Burxon and a host of other titans stood in military fashion for the heroes. The group, consisting of Raylenethos, Charlize, Khambien, Celeste, Ruby, Toc, Master Sebron, Lady Kira, Archmage Rivin and a scrumscious half-elven female thief whom they called Hollee the Body; gorgeous, with long curly brown hair with streaks of gold and platinum locks, large, full, perfectly round breasts and a muscular, curvaceous figure hidden under a tight leather black suit of armor and rare for she was not hugely pregnant like the majority of the females within the keep, and last but not least Serenity and Quintex. They marched through the surreal scene and into the peaks of the Dragon Horde Mountains. As they left, Lady Rebekah gave them each a gift; to Raylenethos went a platinum ring, a dragon circling and grasping its own tail, to Khambien went a seemingly plain silver necklace, to Charlize went a mithiril bracelet, Celeste was handed a jeweled eye patch, Ruby received a quiver of arrows, she placed a gauntlet of platinum in Tocs’ hands, Master Sebron was given a scroll, to Lady Kira went a crystalline wand, Rivins’ was a silver staff, laced with onyx and entwined by ruby dragons, the Body was given a cloak of blackened silk, Serenity was handed a broach to hold up her own furred cape and to Quintex twin mithiril dragon figures were given, which fit perfectly in his palm.
“These will aid you in the times and trials to come. Their powers will make themselves known to you individually. Be safe and if you need us, whisper our ladies name and we will aid you best we can. Come home to us and our prayers are with you.”
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Three days had past since the dinner and both Olivia and Ebony were almost ready, constantly being feed the honey sweet milk of Lethan and Trinity. Epyon lazily lounged on a sofa near Olivia, who now looked pregnant with at least a dozen or more babies, her body not as plump as the others but that would come as soon as she had conceived. They had been chatting about the events with the troublesome Khlendros and his dragon army when the door suddenly burst open.
“As I was saying…”
“My lord!”
“Khlabec, one should KNOCK before entering a room!”
The demon bowed quickly but then started to speak, the urgency in his voice rang heavy.
“My lord, I think we have a problem”, Epyon eyeing him dangerously, “the one known as Penelope has gone into labor! They come Lord Epyon!”
The Lord of Shadows moved with speed and grace, abruptly leaving the Dragon Queen who, with effort, managed to stand. She slowly made her way after the dark immortal as he and his minion sped away.
Soon the two entered the birthing room. Penelope, her ebony skin dripping with perspiration, her monstrous orb, even larger than it had been after the dinner, was jiggling and shuddering with expectancy. She was sitting in an awkward shaped chair; her hands locked out wide, her legs spread eagle allowing her full pussy, which dripped with her own fluids and had dilated to almost ten centimeters. Two massive breeders, their bellies swollen tightly with young, Tabitha and Lilli, nursed the strained nymph, her body writhing in an agonized orgasmic state. Her face was contorted in pain and pleasure, desire and anticipation as Epyon strolled up next to her, his eyes glowing in anger and excitement, his hands sliding across her quivering, pulsing dome of flesh, looking ready to pop at any moment. She purred with lust even as another contraction built within.
“What happened Tabitha?”
The delicious blonde human looked at him as Penelope suddenly hunkered down and pushed, more blood and fluid spilling out of her widening cunt.
“One of the daemons had just enjoyed her. She became too full my lord and instantly went into labor. She must deliver now!”      
“How soon will she be able to carry again?”
This time a chocolate haired half elf Lilli answered.
“As soon as all the children are born.”
His frustration quickly past. Epyon always knew he could reuse the nymphs and immortals but to what extent and how soon had always been his question. Since the breeders had been feeding and drinking of the immortals, he also knew that bits of their knowledge was passed on. His grimace turned into a wicked smile.
“Well, my dear Penelope…by all means proceed!”
She looked at him with lust and pain and ecstasy masked upon her lovely façade, sweat running down her brow in streams. Suddenly her head whipped back as she loosed a pain filled screamed. The hardest contraction of all was upon her now. There was a crunch and crack, the sounds of bones breaking filling the air as an immense head emerged from the nymphs’ womb, spreading the flesh till tearing. Again she howled in erotic pain as the shoulders tore free from her cunt. The stress upon her was unfathomable, her massive belly actually bulging and swelling even more as the beast within finally got its arms free of its confines and spilled out, forcing an orgasm of immeasurable proportions from poor Penelope even as the next contraction rolled forward, the second beast beginning his release. Over the next eighty-two hours the daemons emerged, racking the nymphs mind and body, pain and pleasure blending within her fragile mind, twenty two of the beasts in all; roughly the size of a human teen. Even as they were born feeders were brought in and Khlabec and Jelux fucked each one until they exploded before the newborns. Penelope was still quite plump, though her belly looked as that of a female in her second trimester of pregnancy. She was exhausted beyond words but then Lilli was soon pouring milk and flesh down her gullet, even as the wicked Khlabec slide his cock into her pussy, which had completely healed itself rapidly as soon as she consumed the immortal milk. Even after almost four days of labor, Penelope began to push against the four-armed fiend, desperately trying to make the daemon cum; to fill her, to feel her belly swell with young, hopefully even larger than before. Epyon smiled, his young daemons gorged themselves on the flesh before them.    

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Elsewhere in the castle two strange looking though gorgeous, naked females walk silently along the corridors; standing taller than most females their bodies seeming to melt into the shadows as they creep along. They are beautiful; one with rich chocolate brown skin, her large eyes completely black, her body sleek and muscular, topped with huge, full, firm breasts that hang slightly from her chest. Her companion has a creamy complexion, her eyes a shimmering green with large round tits that look like ripe melons; her stomach flat and well muscled flexed as she carefully along the wall. What makes them appear so strange is that neither female has arms; rather they are sporting long leathery wings ending in long thin fingers and one long thumb which allows them to handle and manipulate objects. Their ears are also a bit larger, resembling that of a bat. Hearing footsteps in the distance the leading female stops short and together they seem to fall into the shadows of the hallway until they are completely submerged into the darkness. The two watch carefully until they could clearly see the approaching forms. Daphne and Byyoncia slowly turned the corner, the lavender female wearing a tight chain mess, her long curved scimitar drawn and ready. They stopped before the two hidden females, placing their backs to the opposite wall, though the Embezarians’ belly stuck out far, her own robes parted for the lovely swell.
“The Batarian should be here. Three days have passed and that was the allotted time.”
Both females almost jump as they winged beauties emerge from the dark, Daphnes’ sword coming to bear. The dark skinned one brings her wings up quickly.
“Hold Daphne! It is we!”
The nymph slowly lowers the blade and her angered glare turns warm and relieved.
“Tyra! Thami! It is good to see you but you need not scare the nine hells out us!”
Byyoncia nods her agreement.
“We must be off friends. The dark ones minions will soon be looking for me.”
The blonde, Thami, quickly eased herself behind the Embezarian and wrapped her soft wings around the shorter females burgeoning belly, rubbing the taunt flesh and bringing forth a soft moan. Daphne gives them both a strong nod and watches as they melt away into the shadows. She then looks back at Tyra.
“When will you return?”
“After we have safely delivered Byyoncia to her sisters, Thami and I will come back. Did everything go as planned?”
Daphne smiled. The Batarian nodded happily and leaned in close, giving the nymph a long, friendly kiss. She then backs away into the shadows and is gone. Daphne smiles with the thought of her friends return and quickly makes her way back to Xheena and Haarlei.  

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Olivia had grown quite plump but Epyon knew she was not ready for the upcoming load. Her belly distended almost four-feet, her breasts were full and weighty, with her ass and thighs spreading to accommodate the up coming conception. The lady dragon knew the dark one was well aware of  her condition and had sent the last of his feeders in. Within the room stood lovely Dynna, and a wickedly beautiful female dressed in black layered robe of bear fur that spread open, allowing her large full belly to stick out clearly, the pale flesh tight and was shiny with health. Her face was slightly hidden under her furred cowl, strands of shimmering black hair hanging out, her lips painted black but held their full, thick luster. She smiled with villainy as a daemon escorted in a plump little human, her soft belly jiggling slightly. Dynna looks over to the cloaked female, her burning eyes narrowing.
“So why does the Gravidian Witch need to be here?”
The powerful female turns as the daemon slides his cock into the red haired feeders’ hairy cunt, the young female moaning with pleasure. Olivia gives the two a glance and hungrily focuses on her “meal”, her hands stroking her swollen tummy.
“I am here because our Lord Epyon wishes me to be here. It was my sister your mistress devoured. Lord Epyon wanted my coven to oversee the pregnancies as they progress. I am a Grand Wicken, one of the highest in my sisterhood, second only to Lady Dhonytae and it is my duty to watch over and nurse Lady Olivia. If there is a problem…take it up with Lord Epyon.”
Dynna glared at the haughty female, her eyes flashing with hatred. She wanted to rip the foul witch apart, starting at her taunt belly and bath in her blood. But she knew the casts’ reputation and even in her full dragon form the evil bitch would be a formidable foe. She diverted her gaze to something more pleasant, Olivia masking her amusement by concentrating on the human female.
The poor girl was dripping with sweat now, the foul beast drilling her wet pussy viciously, her bountiful bosom bouncing as he gripped her fat ass cheeks. She was literally whimpering, orgasm after orgasm washing through her plump little figure, her body aching with lust, her mind lost in the sexual perversion. The Gravidian Witch slowly approached the two as the daemon began to cum. He leaned back, allowing the females to view the swelling of the humans’ belly. The witch wickedly stepped up to the sex maddened female, her tummy already appearing quite full and round, her big breasts growing large and heavy, flopping wildly about her bulging swell. Cruelly the daemon held the girls’ arms, her body visibly fattening before him, the Gravidian witch embracing the poor female in a lust filled kissed. Her hands stroked the surging mass of her belly, relishing the explosive gravidity as it rapidly inflated. Soon she looked almost thirteen months with many children, her flesh quivering with expectancy, slowing its growth but not stopping. The witch released her kiss and in a husky voice whispered to the girl, her face an agonized mask of sexual desire, her hazel eyes glazed with passion, the stress of it all wearing upon her mind.
“Can you feel it? Your poor, poor tummy so full that it wants to burst. You want it to burst. If you can make the monster cum one more time then you’ll feel it, your belly will pop and you’ll be free. All you have to do is ask. Ask him!”
With tired, yet hungry eyes the girl asked him.
“Pl…ppll…pllleeassee…cc…cuum…cum!”
The Gravidian Witch smiled, running her long nailed fingers across the smooth, taunt flesh, teasing it evilly, thin streams of wet trailing behind and slowly she moved aside to watch to finale. Olivias’ eyes glowed with as they reflected the poor young girl, her body full, plump, swollen with feigned pregnancy, her belly quivering and on the verge of exploding, her mouth agape as she panted heavily, her body mimicking birth and shuddering with overwhelming orgasmic joy. The daemon waited for one more erotic plea; he wanted her to beg. The girl was lost in a swirl of emotions, her stressed body pulled between pleasure and pain and all she could faintly remember were the whispered words of a cloaked woman, “ask him!”  
“Pppl…ppllleeaassseee…cc…cuuummm!”
At last, the daemon smiled. He stiffened and with a vile grimace he erupted inside her. Olivia purred as the young female moaned in orgasm. Her huge, monstrous sphere surged with inhuman speed, she looked to contain twenty or more young within the turgid orb, as a thin bloody X formed along its summit and then with a deep wild, frightful, passionate moan her belly burst with a bloody pop, meat and gore spilling forth.
Even as one of the Breeders collected the fatty morsels Olivia acknowledged the approaching Wicken.
“My dear Sister Lilith, I do believe you enjoyed that!”
Lilith simply bowed her head, her hands stroking her own round, gravid belly, a seductively cruel grin forming along her black lips. Dynna watched with a dangerous jealousy building in her heart.

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The group had been traveling north along the mountain pass for almost five days. They had not run into any trouble as of yet but all that was about to change. Early on the sixth day of the journey, Hollee had informed them that they were entering a very dangerous part of the mountain peaks.
“We have traveled far along these mountains, far from the sanctuary of the Dragon Horde Keep. We will soon be entering a land ruled by the Broken Bone Tribe, a group of trolls that are loyal to Crimson. Keep an open eye for the rocks and the trolls are one.”
Raylenethos looked back at the mysterious female. No one had told them who she was but the Dragon Arcane had insisted she come along, for apparently she had escaped the red wryms’ layer before and knew how to get in and out of the cavern of flame. Still, Raylenethos was quite weary of the beautiful female.
The group traveled carefully among the jagged rocks, the smooth beautiful forested peaks becoming barren and desolate, the trail growing much more treacherous. Lady Amberwing took flight when she could but the added weight of her pregnant belly didn’t allow her to stay aloft for very long but while airborne she could see much and it was then when she saw the ambush. She looked quite lovely, her round, womanly shape cutting through the air with her long amber wings glinting in the growing sunlight.  Quickly the gorgeous Nieth swooped low for the warning. Sebron who had traveled and fought with the druid before and understood the move; quickly he moved to the front of the troop and informed Quintex and Raylenethos who had taken point.
“Lady Kira has seen something from above that may be foul for us!”
With a raised hand he stopped them, just short of where Lady Kira had noticed the danger. She too dropped from the sky and there they stood.
“What was it that alarmed you my Lady?”
The Nieth was just about to answer when the stone before them stood up to a height of almost fifteen feet and as it came forth it soon took on the jagged, sharp edged, bipedal form of a stone troll, it’s muscles thick and rippling, it’s lower jaw jutting forward with huge stone canines protruding out, it’s eyes gray and cold, the beast wielding a massive stone club.
Before Lady Kira could answer two blue streaks shot pass them, Ruby sending her opening volley and scoring two wicked hits in the beasts chest. It roared in protest as rock exploded off its pecks. The halfling archer smiled proudly then her grin turned sour as she noticed how little damage she had caused. But her attack was enough to give it Quintex, Raylenethos and Toc time to move in. The immortal was a wonder to watch; his twin platinum blades carving into the stone face of the trolls lower leg. The stone creature swung low for the immortal swordsman but his huge club was stopped suddenly as the mighty Toc slammed his axe into the rock club. Quintex gave the ogre a quick, surprised glance and darted to the side, carving deep into the roaring trolls leg. Raylenthos began her own work, Wicked Lady cutting high into the creatures’ calf. Suddenly the troll whips his weapon free from Toc, sending the mighty warrior tumbling.
Celeste dipped behind a nearby rock and then just as swiftly dove away as another troll rumbled forward. Mithiril daggers dug into its thick hide as Rivin and Sebron moved quickly to aid the pirate captain. Lady Kira smartly took wing and began to cast. Rivin smiled wickedly and lowered the staff Lady Rebekah had given him. Stone trolls, unlike most others had no fear of sunlight, but electricity seemed to be a universal weakness as the shocking bolts of energy rippled off the silver carved staff and launched in an arcing stream into the new attackers shoulder. It howled angrily as Sebron waved his hands in a circular motion and in a brilliant flash of light Celeste was standing next to the mage, daggers still flying out of her hand in rapid session. She soon realized she was out of immediate danger and began to pull something from her pouch.
In the rear, Serenity and Charlize also began to cast their own magical volleys while Khambien leapt forward to aid the two mages; Wintermist and Summershade glowing with life and Hollee was nowhere to be seen until suddenly she appeared behind the first troll; that seemed to be fairing quite well against Raylenethos and Quintex, driving the two back but had been unable to get the upper hand.
Quintex was rolling between the trolls legs just as his massive club slammed into the ground behind him. Raylenethos hopped into the air, the nimble half elven female landing on the beasts’ calf and driving Wicked Lady deep into his hamstring. The massive creature whipped around just in time to catch Tocs’ axe square in the shoulder; the hit was so powerful it sent the troll back on his hind leg, digging into the earth. The female rouge flipped deftly off the back of the foul things leg and landed easily next to Quintex. The mysterious Hollee moved up on the immortals opposite side and from the folds of her cloak produced steel laced whip. Her grin was sexy and wicked as she moved in close to the troll who was coming about to face his attackers just as Hollee cracked her whipped, the long strand seeming to come to life, wrapping about the creatures’ wounded leg and catching hold. The creature truly did not understand its dilemma, looking upon the small female and even as it began to pull its’ leg back it felt the surprisingly strong tug from Hollee and then with unbelievable strength Hollee yanked her whip and sent the troll falling on its’ ass. Quintex gave her a broad grin and shot forward; following Toc who was apparently rushing to retrieve his axe but was even more astonished to see it returning to him of its’ own accord. The orges’ expression was unmistakably joyful.
Rivin launched another burst of electrical energy into the beast before him; only catching Hollees’ maneuver out of the corner of his eye. His lips curved up into a slight grin but the oncoming onslaught forced his attention back but a plethora of magic missiles coming from behind him brought the troll to a halt; shards of rock falling down on him. Then the evil creatures leg virtually exploded, Sebron cutting into the air with Crimsonsbane before him, a good twelve feet away from the troll and the magical wave crashed into the thing. The troll turned, limping with pain as a blur of white dashed up his arm and before it could react Khambien cut into his throat deep with Wintermist and then Summershade slashing up its’ cheek and right through its’ left eye; grayish liquid spewing forth. The troll howled and frantically whipped about, flipping its’ head back in fury and in pain. The swift snow elf flipped backwards, twisting himself in the air and smoothly driving both Wintermist and Summershade deep into the creatures spin, cutting his way down the things back. It arched and reached and grabbed for the elf who was hanging on for dear life. Rivin laughed as he pointed and a ball of energy launched from his fingertip and blasted the troll in the chest; literally blowing a hole in the trolls’ chest, sending it reeling. The blast blew Khambien off the creatures’ back, the elf landing agilely on his feet. Celeste pulled her hand from her pouch and from her hand flew a small vial. The glass container shattered against the beasts’ shoulder and the liquid within soon began to burn and melt the beasts’ rock hard flesh. The wicked creature spun about, coming to bear on the lovely female.
“Acid! A gift from a friend!”
Rivin gave the wily female an approving wink.
 A sudden gust of wind caught the fighters by surprise and then the trolls arm exploded in thousands of shards and pieces, the dust filling the air. The troll could only look down at his wound with his one good eye but was soon blinded as a streaking arrow of electricity struck his right eye and blew it apart utterly. The troll dropped to his knees and Sebron cut again in the air, slicing through the beasts’ throat and sending its’ head flying away.
    If the troll could have screamed it would have for fire leapt up around him, a flame so hot that it could melt the stone and even as it began to howl Tocs’ axe ripped through it’s jugular. Quintex slid to a halt and held out his wondrous blade, which almost immediately transformed into a twin headed axe. One armed the immortal hurled the weapon and the troll shuddered slightly and then fell back into the fellflame.
Hollee and Raylenethos looked at eachother and then towards Lady Kira who was slowly descending towards them. The beautiful half elf then gave Hollee a good long stare and then glanced down at the whip which had disappeared just as soon as it appeared. The Body returned the look and gave a wink, then moved towards the burning troll. Lady Kira landed and moved next to Raylenethos.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but did she single handedly pull down a troll?”
Without looking back Raylenethos just smiled.
“Lady Kira, I’m in no position to correct you!”
The gorgeous Nieth could only laugh at the statement. The two joined the rest of their companions whom had gathered around the remains of the first troll.
Toc licked the blood from his axe, Ruby grimacing at the dark ritual. He growled low.
“I thought they’d be harder!”
Hollee stepped close to Rivin. She gave the grinning ogre a sidelong glance and in a soft whisper retorted.
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“So Lord Crimson, do you approve?”
The large statuesque male and the Immortal of Shadow stood just in the doorway of Ebony’s chambers. She was sleeping, haven been fed all day, her body soft and smooth and curvy, her huge belly; distending almost four feet, the fur completely stretched away and leaving only flawless, taunt ebony flesh. Her hips had widened wonderfully, her ass growing round and firm leading into nice, thick shapely thighs. Her egg filled tummy quivered slightly, her huge breasts had just begun to swell and she wasn’t even pregnant yet, though her body did not seem to notice. She was plump do to the amount of food she had been consuming but Crimson could hardly wait until she was layered in baby fat and her belly swelling to monstrous dimensions.
“I do indeed. When shall we begin?”
“As soon as Bragon arrives.”
“Good!”

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Two breeders entered Epyons’ chamber, carrying a small tray of fruit. They walked silently among the hugely pregnant females; their massive bellies rising and falling slowly as they slept. They carefully approached Lethan, her eyes heavy and lazy, her hands stroking her unbelievably monstrous belly, her full, taunt breasts streaming with milk. The first female slowly eased her lips onto one of her thick stiff nipples and began to suck, her own body fattening as she did so. The immortals’ eyes opened at the pleasant sensation and the narrowed slightly as she looked upon the fruit. The other cute, big bellied-breeder smiled.
“A gift my lady, from a weaver of dreams.”
Lethans’ steel blue orbs brightened as she quickly scarfed down the delicious food. Her sister was quite the daredevil!

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The company had made a good bit of distance since the failed ambush almost a day earlier. Raylenethos and Quintex getting a few chances to speak as the carefully walked the desolate mountainside.
“So tell me more about this so called Immortal of Freedom.”
The ruggedly handsome swordsman cocked an eyebrow and grinned.
“This so called Immortal of Freedom is an enigma. Not born of any one of the thirteen Immortal Lords but rather born from all of them. This happened soon after Epyon was born, thus making her as old as or older than me, some many thousands of years. But she would have been dormant. Asleep for almost all of those years and probably awoke quite recently, I’ll guess in the last one hundred to two hundred years. She would be an orphan and live a life were laws and rules would mean little for her nature would be to be free of all such bonds. Similar to yourself young Raylenethos.”
The olive skinned beauty glanced at him, her look odd and questioning; as if Quintex knew something she did not.
“Her power is simple but more powerful than any other immortal in existence; simply she can free anyone and anything from whatever bonds that may hold them or she can bond them to anything or anyone one she wishes. At will when powerful enough. Thus she would be able to free Lethan and Trinity from Epyons’ grasp. The only question is how? How to find her and how to free them?”
Raylenethos chuckled just a little.
“You forget swordsman, she is to find us!”
“Yes. Yes she is isn’t she?"
The two walked closely together for the remainder of the day. In the rear Khambien smiled.

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That night the lovely nymph of the wind visited Lady Kira. She slipped into the Nieths’ tent, slipping off the thin cloak she wore. Serenity was naked, her huge bountiful breasts heaving with a strange excitement. The winged elf looked at her queerly. Kira; her naked body lounged out on its’ side, allowing room her soft feathered wings, attempted to sit up in a greeting but the weight of her burgeoning tummy would not allow her to as quickly as she would have liked. Serenity slid next to her and placed and placed her thin finger across her full lips. The Nieth looked at her questioningly until she recognized the lust burning in the beautiful females pale blue orbs. Her own lust began to build.
“Tonight, may I be with you?”
The question was so innocent and yet dripped with seduction. Kira pulled Serenitys’ pretty face to hers and replied with a kiss, deep long and passionate. Sex surged through her body as their lips met and she pulled herself even deeper into the embrace. The nymphs’ hands quickly began to explore the pregnant nymph, rubbing along the expanse of her swollen belly; feeling her womanly body shiver under her touch.  
They kissed and felt eachothers bodies until they shined with sweat. Serenity reluctantly released from their kiss but with a mischievous grin she began to kiss all about the pregnant beauty beneath her. Her lips slowly worked their way down Kiras’ neck, softly licking her collar bone to her breastbone and then, lifting her hefty boob, revealing her hidden cleavage, paused in sensitive area between the Nieths’ heavy, milk laden breasts. The druid priestess purred as the nymph ran her silken tongue back and forth along her bloated orbs until she finally picked one and with slow, tantalizing purpose she licked the length of the grand tit until she reached the Nieths’ dark areole. Kiras’ heavy lidded eyes were mere lust-filled slits as Serenity circled her tongue about the darkened flesh, twirling it until she reached the stiff, plump nipple and clamped down. The winged beauty’s back arched slightly, pushing her huge four-foot belly forward. Serenity ran one free hand over the smooth flesh, relishing its’ warmth and softness as she suckled on Kiras’ tit, drawing sweet, warm milk into her mouth. Kira ran her fingers through the nymphs’ silky white hair, pushing ever so slightly, trying to fit more of her huge sloshing boob into the females’ wanton mouth.
“Uuummmm! Hungry aren’t we?”
The husky whisper pushed the nymph even further and she drank heavily, the Nieths’ pussy growing wetter and wetter as the girl drank. Kira shifted her weight just enough to allow Serenity clamp down on her other taunt nipple, her own large breasts squishing nicely against the Nieths’ huge belly. The nymph could feel her own stomach growing full and after about ten minutes she had to roll to her back, rubbing her own swollen belly, which bulged out noticeably. Kira moaned lustfully and ran her hand along the immortals full stomach, feeling her warm milk slosh about in the females’ tummy. The winged druid carefully hoisted her girth up and eased between Serenitys’ sleek thighs. She planted soft teasing kisses on the insides of her muscular thighs, causing the nymph to quiver in sexual delight. Her tongue danced and teased her swollen labia, until nymph was wet and dripping freely and finally plunged into her moist slit. The sudden wave of ecstasy caused Serenity to sit up, her back arching, pushing herself up further on the Nieths’ long tongue. She bucked her hips in vain, trying to put more of dripping snatch in Kiras’ skillful mouth. The winged beauty was working the horny nymph into a frenzy; her body writhing and squirming as she lapped at her delicious sex like a sexual master until she screamed with an orgasmic fury, her nectar spilling down the Nieths’ hungry gullet.
Serenity lay there panting breathlessly, her huge breasts heaving with excitement. Kira comfortably stayed on her hands and knees, her huge belly hanging low into the earth, her milk heavy orbs dangling with weight. The exhausted and extremely satisfied nymph slowly brought herself to the same position and crawled to face the gorgeous, exotic looking druid. They nuzzled closely together, kissing eachother softly. Slowly Serenity moved to position herself behind the beautiful creature, running her long nails gently across her smooth flesh until she was nestled behind Kira, marveling at her perfectly round, wide ass, her plump pussy begging for attention. The mistress of wind gave the swollen labia a quick lick, tasting the Nieths’ wine and causing a pleased shiver through the druid. Kira pushed back against Serenitys’ probing tongue, the white skinned immortal running her hands in graceful circles over Kiras’ burgeoning sides. Her slit was growing wetter and wetter; the ageless nymph more than skilled in the art of cunnilingus was working her clit with passion and want. Balancing herself on one quivering arm, Kira reached back and began to fondle one of her huge, wobbling orbs; squeezing and pulling the sore nipple, her orgasm rapidly swelling within as the nymph nibbled and chewed and lick her pussy; relishing her sex like a gourmet meal.  Soon it became more than Kira could bear and with a deep low, hungry groan she came, squirting her juice onto Serenitys’ tongue and lips. The druid shivered and purred and then slowly eased herself onto her side, tired from the heated sex and glowing in the orgasmic aftermath. Serenity lay down next to her, still stroking her distended swell until both fell into a deep, safe sleep.

Soon the groups’ travels led them into a more wooded area atop the long mountain range. Snow had begun to fall as they moved higher into the peaks, beautiful and peaceful, the heavy white flakes falling slowly upon them, though only Celeste, Ruby and Charlize seemed too bothered by it. Khambien was born form peeks this high and Toc was just to damn tough for it to distract him. Lady Kira was a part of nature, being a high druid and Sebron showed little discomfort, though Charlize believed it to be his mage armor; he wasn’t telling. Both Rivin and Hollee seemed right at home, as did Quintex. Raylenethos was the true enigma; she seemed free of the cold winds that were stronger with every climbing step. Serenity thoroughly enjoyed the wind but seeing the chilling affect it had on some she diverted it when neseccary, even warming it on occasions. The trees, though dead seemed to grow thick and close together, making it a slightly tight fit to Lady Kira when she was grounded. But Toc made it easier, pushing apart limbs when he had to as did Sebron, using spells to allow her to pass through the wood itself; her own druidic powers enable to penetrate the tainted wood. After a few days of maneuvering through the dense forest Hollee led them to a strangely barren and open patch of woods. Just before entering the circle she stopped the companions.
“Once we pass here we will be traveling another two weeks underground, moving through goblin and orc territory. Unfortunately they are the easiest of our foes within the underdark; there are too many for me to explain about now but I will do my best when we make camp. After the two weeks, barring little incident, we will emerge on a pass three days travel from Crimsons layer. Traveling along the mountainside would leave us open to attack from Bragon and his sweeping drakes, the Harbringers. Though I would personally enjoy dealing with that one myself, we have to take care of his dark master first. We shall make camp here tonight, and as soon as the moon rises our path will be clear. For now,” she looks about covered area, “we rest. The moon will be up in a few hours.”
Raylenethos looked skeptically at Charlize whom returned the gaze as the heroes began to set up camp.
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Xheena and Haarlei moved swiftly through the hallways. They had to meet up with the Batarians before any of Epyons’ troops stumbled upon them. They had been watching the sudden arrival of the Gravidian Witch Coven that arrived soon after the two wryms.
“From what I hear, Olivia is ready and Ebony will be within the day. If Thami or Tyra know then we must find a way to stall the conception if possible and we have to find out what in the nine hells are the Gravidian Witches doing here.”
The gorgeous sorceress nodded her agreement as the soon arrived at the meeting place; much further from were Daphne had aided Byyoncias’ escape. Out of a nearby shadow the busty Thami cautiously stepped out. Haarlei saw her first and motion for her mistress to follow.
“Greetings Lady of Dreams and High Sorceress. Tyra sent me alone this time for she is still watching the coven. From what we have uncovered, they are here as midwives to the dragon and daemoness. Both will be ready to be impregnated within the week; the only delay is a beast known as Bragon.”
Xheena smiled, wickedly and hopefully. Haarlei slightly moved away from her mistress, the look sending a shiver of fear down her spine.
“My dear Haarlei, I do believe we just found our stall.”
The lovely magic user quickly understood her immortal friends mischievous look and returned with the same wicked glee.

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Ebony awoke tired, hungry and unbelievably horny. Her desire to conceive was immeasurable as she rubbed her titanic fourteen-month-with-dectuplets sized belly. The almost four-foot swell was tight, yet extremely soft considering she held within it dozens upon dozens of eggs waiting, begging to be fertilized. The tug within her to breed was growing strong and thick, pressing her sexual desire to almost a maddening state. She knew she was going to be huge, possible even larger than Trinity or Lethan once she mated with the three dragon lords and that mere thought thrilled her. Even as her dark, midnight colored hands stroke her beautiful belly, her massive tits lying full and heavy to either side the daemoness dreams of her unbelievably monstrous tummy, stuffed to almost bursting with the half breed young; HER HALF BREED YOUNG! If Epyon only knew what she planned to do with her army of daemon drakes, he would kill her as soon as she delivered, or impregnate her again so she could not threaten him but he forgot just how powerful a pregnant daemoness could really be. Soon she would be ready, the young creature understanding her fathers’ desire to fatten her up so she could sustain the amount of children that would soon fill her body. Ebony relished the thought of becoming impossibly pregnant, so massive and swollen that she would have to be waited on hand and foot. As the thought crossed her mind a gorgeous, pale skinned female with gigantic melons of milk resting atop a five-foot globe of taunt, turgid flesh with thick, rounded thighs, a pleasantly plump figure, dominated by sensual curves and wearing a black clock of satin; that just fit over her bust, entered the room. Ebony could see the smile upon her face, her ebony lips curled up deliciously, as behind the hooded female a plump little elf, her long purple hair wild, her fat juggs wobbling nicely strolled in with a huge daemon following close. The dark furred female licked her feline lips.
“My Mistress Ebony; dinner is here!”
Soon, was the only thought that crossed her mind.

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Raylenethos groggily opened her eyes, Charlize forcefully nudging her to consciousness. She looked up at her cinnamon skinned friend, her face a mask of exhaustion and annoyance.
“Usually I stab those who wake me up; especially in the middle of the night!”
The half elf gives her a wry smirk and starts pack up their belongings.
“Hollee says it’ll be time to move in a hour so we have to get ready. Now are you gonna get up or am I going to have to kick your cute little butt?”
Finally sitting up and awake enough to respond Raylenethos smiles, gives her dear friend a soft, subtle kiss and begins to pack.
After almost half an hour the bulk of the companions have packed up their gear, Rivin taking the most time; the Dragon Arcane surprisingly having a great deal more than anyone really could believe. Soon the group is ready, Hollee leaning against a tree near the open grove, the chill air blowing her crinkly hair slightly. Raylenethos and Sebron step up behind her, the gorgeous thief had been staring up at the twin moons of the realm; Shannrea, burning full and red and Thannrea, her shimmering white body was slowing moving in front of her sister.
“When the twin moons align, the gate will appear. It will be soon. Now gather around; I have a few warnings for you before we enter the Underdark!”
Raylenethos whistled for the group to come together, everyone centering on the mysterious thief. Rivin moved close behind the female, glancing up at the two orbs as the gradually became one.
“Listen, once we enter the underdark we will encounter some races that you know of, the dwarves and the drow and even the duegar, though they will most likely be displeased with our sudden presence. We also have to face the goblin and kobold hordes that dwell within our world’s depths. Then there are the Batarians, whom will be our greatest allies since Master Sebron travels with us”, Quintex nodding to the young mage who politely returns the acknowledgement, “and we will face their arch enemies, the Brood Guard, or Yuan-Ti, the serpent people. Mostly female they are shape-shifters; meaning that, at will, they can look as human as you or I, except for their lack of ears and scaly flesh, or they can appear as half man, half snakes or even as large serpents with arms. These creatures are distinctively cruel and maniacal, extremely magical and very, very evil. They are given the name the Brood Guard because they serve the true masters of the Underdark, the Illithids.”
Raylenethos could see Toc and Celeste visibly tense at the mention of the rarely seen creatures.
“Illithids are mages of the mind or Mind Flayers, as they like to call themselves. You will know them by their octopus like heads and then frail bodies. They are all male and for them to breed they usually impregnate captured drow or dwarven females, from which their young are always painfully and sometimes critically born.”
Lady Kira hisses as Hollee finishes. She had lost her older sister when the Illithids decided that they needed a Nieth for experimentation.
“The moons are almost one now, prepare yourselves.”
Even as she spoke the words Shannrea and Thannrea melded together, becoming the Blood Star, the white moons fiery whips licking out from the red moons sides. Energy began to swirl around the center of the new moon, twisting and warping until finally becoming one and launching a beam of white-red down into the middle of the grove, blasting away dirt and rock; dust billowing up from the blast point. The powerful impact rumbled through the earth, sending most of the heroes to their knees, Rivin quickly moving to catch Lady Kira before she fell, Ruby leaping up into Tocs’ arms even as she lost her footing. The centralized quake lasting only a few moments; the entire group holding on to trees or to eachother as they attempted keep their feet below them. After what seemed an eternity the beam relented, the dust cleared painfully slow and the companions gathered themselves up.
Before them was a crater, the grove was completely destroyed, leaving a hole within the earth nearly forty yards long and fifty yards wide, starting at the tree line. Hollee glanced about the mass of destruction until she sees what she’s looking for. Within the huge opening was a spiral staircase that wound its way around crater.
“Follow me. The stairway leads to the Door of Misery, the gateway to the Underdark. The Lord of Pain, Malchios, placed it there after the first war of the realm when the dwarves and drow sacrificed the their life under the stars and travel into the depths of the earth to fight against the powerful Illithids and their Brood Guard. They were suppose to guard the door until the wicked fiends were defeated but alas, the war has gone better for the Illithids than it has for Malchios’ protectors. Maybe we will be able to aid them once there?”
Rivin eased up behind the lovely woman.
“One quest at a time my dear. We will liberate the Underdark in due time, first we must aid our King.”
Hollee nods mournfully and the group, after working through the forests finds the beginning of the stairway. The steps are only big enough for them to travel one at a time, so carefully and cautiously the group makes its’ way down the long walk way. Lady Kira, traveling closely behind Sebron with Khambien behind her, whispers something softly and blows, two small glowing orbs falling and splitting and multiplying; lighting the treacherous staircase. After almost two the heroes made it to the bottom of the winding walkway. The cavern before them was massive; almost a hundred yards apart and pure pitch, darker even than Epyons’ heart. Kira snapped her fingers and the glowing orbs above them rapidly snaked down the staircase and encircled the group, lighting the darkness in which they journeyed. Khambien drew out Wintermist as Raylenethos unsheathed Wicked Lady. Quintex blade changed before them into a long twin bladed weapon; the hilt centered between two duel swords. Without a word or motion both blades lit up, burning a bright white. The spinning orbs sped around the group with amazing speed and then raced down the shadowy cavern, splitting off into rows to illuminate the cavern like torches. Celeste casually moved up behind the lush Nieth.
“So, do you think I can borrow a few of those? It would be much safer for the Shadow Dancer than those fiery torches we’ve been using.”
Kira smirked and the group slowly moved down the long expanse. It was quite eerie and disheartening as they cautiously walked the hallway. Suddenly Serenity cried out and jumped back. Charlize whipped about, drawing her long slender as Khambien leapt to her side. Both looked about quickly and then relaxed, almost laughing aloud. Then their smiles faded as they realized what lay at their feet. Rivin walked over and knelt down. Before them were bones; dwarven bones, old and decayed, adorned in dark, unkempt armor, their weapons shattered and broken. At least two had fallen where Rivin investigated. Raylenethos then looked about the cave and realized that all about them were strewn corpses, the bones of fallen dwarves and drow, goblins and trolls, orcs and ogres. Sebron also surveyed the bones that littered the ground before them, shaking his head sullenly.
“This battle must have happened many years ago.”
“No. This battle happened only took place a decade or so ago. These are surface dwelling dwarves and these drow are armored as slaves, not as the drow that we know. There are no elven blades or weapons, only dwarven and orcish. It must have been a revolt against the Illithids. Hollee?”
The lovely female was studying thick groves that cut almost four feet into the rock face and were about two feet across. She then turned to them.
“This battle happened after I had been here. It was a revolt and had the potential to become a full out uprising but someone stopped it,” she paused and looked deeply into the groves, “A dragon came. A big one. A female. She changed the tide of this battle.”
Raylenethos and Charlize looked at eachother somewhat amazed but more intrigued. Rivin then moved towards the groves and waved the silver staff before them. Suddenly a ghostly image of a huge long dragon appeared, covered in thick, rich blackish plum scales, sleek and muscular with its leathery wings brought in tight to its sides, her maw long and narrow with deep pulsing eyes of purple that radiated anger. Toc started to draw his axe but Quintex halted him, showing the image for what it was, a memory of the past. The ghost raked the wall and the shadowy images of dwarves and drow were blasted away. Then the image faded as swiftly as it appeared. Rivin then looked towards Hollee.
“Nightstorm? What is that shadow bitch doing down here?”
“And why did she hide her belly? Shadow dragons can blend into the darkness as if it were apart of them, yet she held her wings in close to hide her belly.”
Khambien quickly spoke what everyone else was thinking.
“Excuse me, but could you let us in on your little discovery.”
The two turned and looked at their companions as if they should already know the answer. Then the Dragon Arcane smirked despite himself.
“It is Nightstorm. A young shadow dragon that has been rumored to be a concubine of Crimson. If she is here then the red wyrm has control of the underdark. Or he has given it as a gift to Nightstorm. Either way, if the Illithids and the Yuan Ti are in the service of Crimson it explains much as to why Khlendros and the dragons of the keep have not defeated his siblings. It appears as if by freeing the Underdark we may just be aiding our lord and put a huge damper into Crimsons’ army. It looks as if you’ll get your quest after all!”
Hollee smiled and her deep brown eyes burned with hunger.

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Corbios paced back and forth before his fathers’ throne. Lethan was purring softly as Rachelle and Cassandra massaged her monstrous sphere that completely dominated her gorgeous, lush womanly frame. Occasionally she would heft up one of her massive laden tits and lick up her milk as it ran down the horizon of boob flesh. Trinity was deep in slumber, her huge gravidity rising and falling with her every breath, small bumps appearing across her globular belly. Most of the breeders and nymphs were also fast asleep, feeders rubbing down their ever grown bellies as the creatures within continued to mature. Nareel was awake; panting and groaning with lust, pleasing herself as best she could, rubbing her own sensitive juggs, pinch and squeezing her erect nipples as white sprays of liquid shot out, her gargantuan orb shimmering with sweat. All of the gorgeous big bellied, insanely pregnant females were ready to burst with life had been placed off limits for breeding. Though they still had a few months before they would be considered full term; their mountainous tummies swelling inches everyday, Epyon did not want any of them to deliver prematurely as Penelope had. She was the only one allowed to be touched per his fathers’ orders but Corbios was hungry and he needed release. Even as he looked upon the golden skinned Nareel, her platinum hair matted with perspiration, her massive twelve-foot dome of belly quivered as she brought herself to the heights of orgasmic bliss, her overfilled breasts, taunt in appearance but soft and malleable were drenched in milk, the nymphs’ angel like face a mask of erotic joy. She was seductive and enticing, her wonderful, pregnant beauty radiating lust and sensuality in its purest design. Slowly he approached her writhing body as from the shadows of the throne he felt the dark lord. Before he even turned he began to apologize.
“Forgive me father but it has been too long. I am in distress!”
Epyons’ lips curled back into a devilish grin, though his eyes glinted with frightful cruelty.
“I want you to be quite hungry when we take Olivia. I want her to be full beyond her own conceived capabilities. It will take many, many times and she will grow wonderfully. Once it is done she, with a small group of Gravidian Witches will return to the Blood Mountains. When she gives birth our army will be spread across the realm and will cover it like a plague of fire and shadow. But you must contain yourself! Is that clear?”
Corbios bows, his red eyes dark with rage and maddening lust. With a sweep of his wings the daemon prince leaves, his eyes locked on to Nareel whom had calmed slightly, exhausted from the sexual workout she had given herself.
“He his ready my lord.”
The voice was silky and evil but dripped with sex. The immortal turned to acknowledge the female as she stepped from behind the throne. She was absolutely pure woman, her face that of a woman in her early thirties, strong features though soften by her condition, full succulent lips, large golden brown eyes that glistened with life topped with long curving lashes, hair; reddish cinnamon, soft sienna colored skinned that looked healthy and full of life. She wore a long flowing cloak of black and crimson mesh that was clasp about her slender next with a broach of onyx; shaped like a massively pregnant female with wisps of magic shooting off her fingertips. The cloak hug lazily off her shoulders revealing her gorgeous femininity; two great udders of liquid filled mammary meat, topped with dark areole, tipped by plump tender nipples, sloshing slightly as she waddled forward rested comfortably atop a mountain of pregnancy. The six-foot ball of motherhood was layered in taunt, healthy flesh that glowed with womanly sexuality. The grand sphere sloped low between her long, shapely legs, hiding her sex beneath. It was so full and tight, yet held a softness that drew one in, her belly a wondrous globe of fertility. She had wide, sensuous hips that curved into full, thick thighs, her whole body laced with smooth layers of baby fat. Though he could not see it he knew her ass was round and fat though held a bit of firmness in its’ pear shaped form. She was the ideal in breeding, sensuous, sexy and fertile compacted into one lovely frame.
“And so is Lady Olivia. So may I inquire what delays you so?”
“You and your Wicken know them well High Mother. I want the three dragon lords to impregnate Ebony and one is still absent. Though I am told Bragon is fast approaching. Last reports were that he was approaching the Jeweled Sea. Shall we look in on him Sister Dhonytae?”
The female smiled and nodded, stepping up in front of the throne and resting herself between Epyons’ naked thighs, her huge tits mashing softly against his muscled legs, her belly jutting out deliciously. She looked back to the breeders; her hands stroking her full, round waist, Cassandra and Rachelle who had Lethan on the verge of slumber, rubbing the titanic mountain of creamy flesh that was simply breathtaking; pure gravidity, a swollen mass of taunt, turgid flesh, then she jealously turned back to Epyon.
“Khlabec, the Dhovarian if you would?”
The hulking beast left for a moment and then returned, a hugely pregnant golden skinned female, long horns curving just below her pillowy lips, her white mane was dirty and matted, her hefty breasts jiggling as she waddled forward, her massive belly quivering full with life, the enormous sphere jutting out almost five-feet. Normally her eyes would glow golden with life but were now sullen and dull with magical lust. Sister Dhonytae licked her plum painted lips, her hand stroking her own heavy swell as the gorgeous female was brought before them.
“How far along is she?”
Epyon looked down at the female, his cock growing noticeably harder as she stayed near him.
“She holds only a few of my kind and was taken a month ago but Khlabec will fix that. Precede my soldier.”
The mysterious beauty could only marvel as the Dhovarian, looking at least ten months with octuplets, was hoisted into the air and impaled on the four-armed fiends girth. The mystical creature gasped and groaned with unwanted pleasure as her plump pussy lips spread painfully to accommodate his shear size. Beads of sweat already broke out as she slid down his length until her fat little ass clapped against the daemons’ thighs. Khlabec held her shapely thighs wide to expose her sex; the massive swell of her tummy shivering with every thrust, her milk laden tits are squeezed by the creatures upper arms, the painful pleasure rippling through her swollen body.
For many moments Epyon and Lady Dhonytae watched until the pregnant beauty could take it no longer. Carefully she turns, squatting to allow her huge belly to hang low beneath her and slapping her liquid heavy mammeries around the immortals meat the ancient female slowly runs her long tongue up the length of Epyons’ cock. His eyes close slightly as he begins a low, whispered chant in a deep, eerie tongue, almost like a song but richer and more ghastly.
Even as he speaks the Dhovarian begins to moan and pant louder, deeper; her breaths become struggled as a dull pressure of magical force begins to well up inside her quivering belly, along with the intense fucking that was ravishing her body, her mind was becoming a blur of painful pleasure. She gripped her fleshy dome, her hands slippery with sweat as Khlabec swiftly grabbed them and pulled them behind her, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her massive stomach forward. Her cries were mere gasps as the flesh of her belly grew clear, crystalline; the magic within growing heavy and seemed to push out against the already taunt pregnant sphere. Sweat flew as the massive breasts on her chest bounced madly about. Her eyes were mere slits, her face switching from utter lust to agonized stress as her own orgasm began to grow heavy within her dripping snatch.
Epyon continues his chant, even as Lady Dhonytae wraps her full soft lips around the head of his cock, her tit flesh billowing out from her slender hands as she squeezes the over-filled mammeries around the base of his stock. Slowly she lowers her head, easing the bulky shaft into her hungry mouth as she glides her hefty tits up his length. The immortals eyes widen as the duel sensations ripple through his mind. Still he concentrates on the Dhovarian, a clear image slowly forming within the depths of her swollen girth.
The Dhovarian is almost completely silent; soft whimpers slipping out as her head lolls back and forth exhaustedly, sweat running over her pregnant form in streams, her body torn between the stress of the pregnancy, the overwhelming sexual heat within her womb, the tremendous amount of magic feeding off her sex crazed body and her own welling orgasm. Her mind was lost in the turmoil, her body reacting on instinct alone.
The image within the titanic sphere swirled about for some moments before clearing and revealing that which Epyon was seeking. A huge, crimson dragon flying low over the ocean, with a large multi-horned head and villainous air about him, muscular and sleek the beast moved swiftly, sending waves through the dark ocean. He was powerful and Epyon; resting his hand on the lovely head of the female sucking and tit fucking him, could see why Bragon was one of Crimsons favored. His smile was large as he glanced down at Sister Dhonytae, slurping loudly on the tip of his rod, his staff shivering with each lap of her tongue, her mammoth tits pressed tightly against his shaft, the soft pillowy flesh drawing the cum from his balls. A low growl rumbles from his gut as he feels his orgasm build within. Epyon returns his gaze back to the full-bellied Dhovarian and his smile immediately turns foul. The powerful witch could feel him tense and stopped, worried.
“Continue!”
With urgency she began to suck off the immortal, her head twirling about his swollen head, droplets of precum dabbing her tongue. As rapidly as she can lift the sloshing orbs Dhonytae runs her tits over Epyons’ length. His grip grows tighter on her head as she stuffs more of his girth into her mouth, her huge juggs bouncing off her rounded chin.
Epyon eyes narrowed as he watched a strange wyrm swoop down upon Bragon and loose a stream of white flame across the red dragons back. The huge red screamed in horror and pain as the white flame spread across his muscular body like thick oil, burning into his thick crimson scales, melting them away but as the scales peeled off they blew into the sky as shards of ice.
“COLDFIRE!!!! ICEBURN!!!!”
With those hate filled words; he thrust deep into Sister Dhonytaes’ mouth and with a deep grunt he came. Her eyes went wide as the immortals sperm shot down her throat, filling her belly with his magical seed. Load after load emptied into the female, so much so that the milky sauce spilled from the sides of her lips; clasp tightly about his shaft and dripped in thick pools onto her orbs. He shuddered once and then again until he was empty, his eyes, fiery rage spewing forth, were still locked onto the image of Bragon; his huge dragon body splashing into the ocean and still burning with the magical flame until it consumed him entirely and he sank beneath the depths. His attention was quickly brought away, a soft, panicked and lustful voice calling to him.
“M…my…oh gawd…plleeaasseee…before I…oh yeessss!”
Dhonytaes’ belly was swelling slowly, but it was swelling big; her flesh growing tighter with every second, her heavy orbs grew rounder, more spherical as milk poured in. Epyon looked at her, her body becoming fearful pregnant, her tummy soon looking full and thick, ready to burst with life, her face a mask of fear and pure power for as the young within her grew she grew stronger as all Gravidian Witches did. He watched evilly as her belly button soon disappeared, her turgid orb growing massive, the skin becoming shiny as it tightened. Slowly, reluctantly; part of him wanting to see her swell until she popped, to see her huge swell tear open with his seed, the animalistic orgasm twist her beautiful face, but she was the head Wicken within this coven of Gravidian Witches in his keep and he needed her…for now; he placed a hand on her expanding abdomen and whispered.
“Give her strength.”
The ancient Wicken moaned as a slow orgasm rippled through her, her tummy a full eight feet of taunt flesh, her tits like full ripe melons ready to be picked, all shivering in her sexual delight. She was breathing low and deep, allowing the magic of the new young within to move about her. The immortal could see her grow youthful, her skin turn smooth and wrinkles, shiny with health and luster, her full belly soften as baby fat filled in, allowing even more room to grow.
The Dhovarian was being lifted up and down Khlabecs’ tool, her body, limp and wet and her eyes shut tight, her face revealing she had long ago passed out from the exertion but still she looked amazing. The daemon was struggling to hold back his orgasm and Epyon considered allowing him his release but considered how inconvenient it was to retrieve a new Dhovarian, most of them placed under the protective eye of the Light Robes.
“Sister Dhonytae, please relieve Khlabec! I will join you later,” and almost as an after thought, “Cassandra, help her!”
The daemon hoisted the unconscious Dhovarian off his shaft and laid her on the ground, her quivering belly instantly turning opaque and to its original pregnant state. Cassandra crawled away from Lady Lethan, who was deep in sleep and slowly moved next the Lady Dhonytae who was reaching in over her newly formed gravidity and began to tickle and lick the fiends’ full ball sack. The breeder smoothly stroked the creatures' swollen length with one hand while she rubbed her own satin tit against its tip, her thick erect nipple teasing his shivering cockhead. It was wonderful and the sensation soon overwhelmed the sex fiend. Lady Dhonytae could feel his cum laden balls stiffen and she sat back, cupping her own milk filled orbs before him while Cassandra, now using both her hands jerked him off. Within moments Khlabec reared his head back and groaned as both pregnant females held up their bounty of milky tit flesh and he came, heavy ropes of spunk landing in thick pools along the creamy expanses. He shuddered and spasmed as the last of his droplets fell free, the females rubbing the cum into their sloshing orbs.
“Uuuuummmmmmmmm!”.
Cassandra bent to the side and embraced the witch, kissing her deeply and fully, cupping one of her stuffed orbs; rubbing the stiff nipple in her palm, as Rachelle slid beside her, massaging her super swollen belly, soothing the tightly stretched flesh, laying soft kisses on the smooth orb. Dhonytae purred and cooed, as the females loved her new, impossibly pregnant body, caressing her every swollen curve. Khlabec watched as the breeders pampered the newest female to Epyons’ horde, and then he picked up the Dhovarian and left the chamber.
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“Damn! Iceburn you and your fucking temper! Haarlei there’s no need to try and contact Lady Reneela Rue. We no longer need the services of the Lady of Storms.”
Daphne looked up at her mistress and then moved closer so she could look into the scrying pool herself. What she saw was a truly wondrous wyrm; thick, almost completely smooth silver scales that subtly darkened as they rose from his underside until they appear deep crimson, then black on top. His maw was long, and majestic; a strange yet handsome blend of red and silver dragon. Actually the whole body of the beast was a perfect blend of both draconic races.
“Lady Xheena; that is Iceburn?”
By then the sorceress had joined them could witness as the strange dragon launched another volley of white flame into the ocean, ice forming on the edges of his breath.
“My Lady, what of Bragon?”
“The coldfire dragon, Iceburn, Crimsons’ bastard son just eliminated him!”
Haarleis’ eyes went wide. No one just eliminated Bragon. Though he wasn’t an ancient he held the power of one…or so it seemed.
“Bragon was the one who killed Iceburns’ mother Silverfox. For centuries the two have fought, Bragons’ horde always seemed to change the tide. This time he was caught without an escort. Good riddance but bad timing. Knowing Epyon he will press for them to mate with Olivia and Ebony.”
The two nymphs look wearily to eachother. Haarlei steps close to her winged mistress, her face snuggling up beneath Xheenas’ chin and resting upon her ample bust.
“What do we do?”
Lovingly the Lady of Dreams rubs the females’ hair. She looks at pool and watches the huge beast fly off, heading towards the Blood Mountains; the home of the ancient crimson wyrms.
“We wait my loves, we wait.”
Xheena felt the call before she heard it. Epyon wanted her presence.
“Sister… I would like for you to join me for, I have thought of a way to find our young Serenity!”
Xheena merely thought her reply and looked upon her two nymphs.
“Find the Batarian; we need to reach the Dragon Horde again. I fear that my brother plans to raise the Riders!”
Both Haarlei and Daphne look at her, this time though, fear, dark brooding and evil fell heavy upon them, the room itself seemed to grow darker with the mere mention of their name. Haarlei nodded as Xheena turned and sped off to meet her brother.

Epyon stood in a magnificent circular chamber as Xheena strolled in through the single door, her wings pulled in tight to her sexy body. Even as she stepped through the door she gasped in awe, the image before her stealing away her very breath. Within the center of the room were ten beautiful young, virgin females of elvish and human descent, lying upon onyx slabs. Etched along the sides of each of the slabs were exotic, arcane words that seemed to pulse with energy. The females were naked; their young, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath, their flat bellies shiny with sweat and each of them were very still, though Xheena could tell by their eyes that they knew where they were and that soon they would be no more. Her eyes glinted slightly as she searched the spell that bound them to the slabs and gasped for she suddenly realized that the onyx slabs weren’t just blocks of stone but crypts, the crypts of the Fallen, the ten kings who souls were taken by her brother over a thousand years ago.
“No!”
That was her only thought as she then looked up and was struck by fear and awe of the perversion. Locked in placed by huge, stone gargoyles; large silent creatures, their faces and bodies shrouded beneath cloaks of stone, were ten more figures, ten extremely pregnant females, one for each girl upon the crypts. These gorgeous females were pregnant beyond words, their bellies literally overwhelming their bodies, great, taunt spheres of pale flesh, shining in the iridescent glow of the crypts magical light. Milk laden breasts lolled to the sides of the mountainous orbs, each one looking to carry at least three full-grown men and ready to burst at any moment. Tattoos littered the swollen beauties and Xheena could see that they were each members of the Sisters of Dark Birth, the most perverse clan of necromancers in all the realms, for their necromantic magic came from stealing souls from their place of rest and holding within their wombs, giving the deceptively beautiful females the appearance of being massively swollen with child. When ready the females would “give birth” to the stolen souls, using the tormented spirits to their villainous desire. These ten though were larger than any Xheena had the displeasure of meeting. Their shapely, pregnant thick thighs were spread wide, exposing their gaping cunts to the shroud covered gargoyles, their immense bellies hanging low and heavy. They looked so sexy and delicate, a sensation to feel such fullness began to slowly creep into the mind of the Lady of Dreams but she reluctantly and desperately shrugged it off. Standing tall between the ten crypts, at a pillar of black crystal was Epyon, naked and proud, a robe of blood crimson resting upon his strong shoulders, his eyes closed in concentration. The winged immortal brought her leathery wings in tight as she took a step forward and then stopped, her brother magically reaching into her mind.
“Ah, you made it. Please, join Corbios in the balcony. When I awake them, I am certain the Fallen will be in a foul mood.”
Xheena looked up, higher than the entrapped sisters and to the handsome, blonde haired elf, the chosen disguise of her brothers’ first son, and without another word she shot out her wings and took flight, landing deftly next to her nephew. He gave her a respectful nod as she stepped upon the stone and then turned his attention to his father, who was now holding a crystalline crown, a single black crystal embedded in its center. Every word the Immortal of Shadows spoke rang out within the confines of the room, tunneling up and out of the tower and throughout it. Xheena felt the power of his voice as he chanted, ancient and old words, spoken in the days of the kings.
“Cashuna, dela xun! Iszara, quelix, wistra nun! Bella, dunathra soon ra too!”
As he spoke the gorgeous immortal and daemon son watched in amazement and horror as figures, ghostly wraiths, echoes of the past, formed from the shrouded gargoyles, taking a mist like shape. Behind the entrapped sisters were the spirits of the Fallen, handsome creatures, almost beautiful; ten regal, lordly human males, strong, powerful and sullen, their souls bent to Epyons’ will. The dark immortal chanted further and more passionate as the wraiths gripped the wide, swollen sides of each of the females, ghostly erections; long, thick and stiff, aligned with the spread, dripping twats of the massive bellied beauties and then as one they drove home, burying themselves within the depths of the females tightness. The sisters simultaneously cried out as the spirits began to fuck the females mercilessly, furiously, angrily pounding into the over stuffed females. As the pumped deeper into the sisters, Epyons chant seemed to change and Xheena could tell that he was controlling which of the sisters’ would “deliver” first. Soon their swollen ripe bodies were covered in sweat, shinny and glistening, dripping heavy droplets upon the stone floor. As the ten wraiths drove deeper into the fearfully pregnant sisters, each hissing and moaning with animalistic fever, clawing and clutching at the air, their hands held fast by the stone gargoyles, the immortal of shadow seemed to change, growing taller and larger, then with suddenness great wings; covered in shadowy feathers, erupted from his muscular back, thick horns that curled back behind his ears and then drove forward, the tips curving to either edge of his mouth crept from his skull. His eyes glowed with golden fire and words; ancient, evil and powerful, appeared wherever his gaze fell, the true names of the ten revealed. Then he dropped his eyes on the first; a human spirit, tall and proud, unnaturally beautiful and he was hungrily, desperately fucking the young necromancer, her belly, gravid and heavy jiggled with his thrusts, her long blonde hair was soaked and stinking to her agonized face, the pleasure so great it hurt and yet if she could, Xheena knew the wicked female would beg for more. Epyon spoke then, a single word…or name.
“Char’nazal!”
The human spirit stopped abruptly and gazed down at the Lord of Shadows, he looked knowingly at him and then thrust one last time into the sister, cumming with great power, his ghostly image disappearing as another form her beneath emerged from the stone, a frightening and stunning animal, a horse with a coat of pitch and long wings of jet and a single horn of onyx. As the beast arrived the sister began to pant and groan orgasmicly as her titanic belly, swollen to the point of bursting began to grow, steadily grow, round and smooth and utterly perfect. The stone gargoyle began to pull her body back, stretching and arching it awkwardly, painfully until her great belly, protruding forth at least eight feet was dominating her plump frame. It was clear now that the girl was breathing as if she were preparing to give birth, as the mass of her tummy, taunt and shiny, drenched in sweat and quivering explosively grew and stopped just short of bursting, leaving the sister in a state of fearful orgasm which she relished.
Epyon then looked to the second, a huge human ghost, strong and stout and regal.
“Teppish!”
Like the first, his brother, this spirit came and out emerged the mighty steed, menacing and neighing angrily. Then the female bellow him, her crimson hair turned purple with perspiration began her growth. Her belly became a monstrous orb of wonderfully taunt flesh ready to split like ripe fruit. The dark immortal continued as he named the ten by name, bonding them to his command.
“Rheliux, Klima’dur, Isiligon, Perseuos, Hannomon, Borix, Sha’mirul, Juxunma!
With each name called the war beasts appeared and the sisters grew to unimaginable sizes, each on the verge of bursting. Epyon drank it all in as he watched the dark females hold the delivers with all their strength while relishing the unbearable pleasure and delight of sex, growth, pregnancy and birth, absorbing it all until their minds were numb. Then Epyon whispered the single word.
“COME!”
With that the first of the sisters moaned one last time in pained pleasure as her huge, giant mass of flesh exploded violently, grotesquely and with such force that it split the female necromancer in two, blood and gore splashing along the walls; her upper torso dangling limply, her face frozen in an insanely joyous gaze; her lower body strewn about. From her ruptured swell appeared Char’nazal, howling with fury, flying about the chamber and seeking for… something. It looked down upon the prone females and swooped low over them until it found its burial place and its target; a young elven female. Char’nazal hovered above her for a moment, looking upon her. She was beautiful, as beautiful as only an elf could be, her body young and healthy, large luscious breasts that were firm and sensitive, her nipples hardening with his presence. She couldn’t move and he loved it as he curled about her, stroking and clawing her flat tummy, inspecting it almost. Once pleased the wraith slipped between her spread legs and he bent low, smelling, tasting her untainted sex and then he plunged in. If She could have the poor female would have cried out in horror, pleasure and orgasmic madness for what she felt was nine months of pregnancy balled up in one moment and the stopping at the point of birth; her flat belly growing and swelling with every passing second, from two months to six to eight to what appeared as twelve or more months along with two grown men, her tummy ballooned, the huge mass of flesh, a delicious round sphere of perfect pregnancy filling up the females body, and she felt as if the head of the child was just protruding from her womb. Even as the pain and stress of labor began to creep into her mind, Epyons’ dominance over Trinitys’ power was complete. With her belly a grand nine-foot mountain of taunt, smooth flesh, looking ready explode under the pressure, sweat rolled over its slopes and the rest of the beautiful maidens’ body remained unchanged, only the great swollen dome of her abdomen, dark veins of blue and red spider webbing the delicate and volatile flesh. Xheena gasped at the vicious cruelty as her brother spoke again.
“COME!”
And Teppish reacted, exploding from his confines; the sister, growling with sexual bliss, her eyes shut tight with the ferocity of her orgasm, as her phenomenal swell lurched forward, the glorious bubble of tight flesh unable to stretch further and split violently, bursting with a loud, fleshy pop, ripping her fattened body in half. The spirit swept over the room once and then dove into a prone human, her body curvy and voluptuous. Only her eyes widened as her belly rose before her, inflating with the physical form of the long dead king, become utterly round and beautiful; swelling to untold dimensions. Her sides expanded though her body, save her swelling waist and bulging mountain of tummy, remained the same! She glistened with sweat from all the excitement and pressure, for she now carried nearly two hundred pounds of belly. Again Epyon spoke.
This time it was slow and sensual and yet horrific for the sister, her reddish brown mane, which hung wetly about her face and shoulders, began moaning and grunting softly as her hugely over grown belly started to expand again. She whipped her head about with slow, subtle circles, her gravidity shivering and expanding until it was finally too much for her to contain. The wicked and beautiful female gasped once, then moaned deeply as her turgid sphere was split down its center, blood spilling forth and the ghostly image of Rheliux slithered out. Her plump body, layered in baby fat shuddered with the last throws of orgasm and fell still. The slender spirit curled quickly about a human female, her body reacting to the sensuous movements but still not moving, the lovely slaves’ eyes rolling back as she cums repeatedly and then nearly bulge from her skull as Rheliux slithers into her womb, caressing her nether lips as he passes. Slowly her flat tummy begins to bulge, growing oh so carefully until she looks nine months with quintuplets in only a few seconds. Soon the massive nine-foot ball of belly, shiny, taunt and ready to pop, hides her upper body. By the girls eyes one can see she is lost in pleasure and pain.
The remaining seven spirits emerged, bursting from their necromantic hosts, the wonderful swells popping with suddenness and then conceive in new virgin hosts, their bellies growing magnificently, huge flawless peaks of gravid, glistening flesh. Epyon looked about him; surround by gorgeous females, pregnant beyond words, their turgid spheres swollen to the point of bursting.
“Foortus nytex zoomonius graviditous burstimon deliverious!”
As one the girls groaned as if they where on their last push of birth; pleasure, pain, fear and joy swimming through their minds, finally giving birth as their huge, over whelming bellies shuddered and then split, the flesh peeling silently away in folds as there, standing dark and evilly above the poor dead females, there shadows darker and more foul than even Epyons’, were the cowled, cloaked wraiths whose name was the Fallen. Black cloaks and capes endlessly folded in and out of their bodies, only the skulled hilt of a sword, black armored gauntlets and boots were all that could be seen. As one they leapt upon their dark steeds and looked towards their master.
“Ah! How I’ve missed you boys!”
Xheena shivered as Corbios slipped away into the dark.

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The company had traveled another two hours before they reached the ruins of the great doors. They were in tatters, blasted away by the corrosive breath of a shadow dragon, the hinges torn from the stone they had been placed in. There were even more corpses covering the floor about and behind the destroyed gate, mostly orcs and orges, and kobolds, only a few dwarves and drow. The bones of an ettin lay next to the southern wall, a huge dwarven axe lodged into its skull, just between the eyes.
“This is where it began. The dwarves must have rushed the door and startled the foul creatures. All went well until Nightstorm arrived.”
Hollee looked down at Rivin who was surveying the scene. She nodded and the group pressed on. They traveled for another good hour before Toc rushed to the front of the group, halting them!
“Off the lights!”
Kira looked at him queerly as Quintex stopped, smiled and dimmed his sword. One by one the group sheathed or released their magical lights, Kiras’ orbs the last to go out.
“What?”
Celeste walks up to her huge friend, who gives only a glance then begins to stalk forward slowly.
“Toc smells a fight! Ready yourselves!”
Ruby was already slipping by the pirate, an arrow knocked and ready. Rivin looked to Hollee and began to move as the female thief slipped into the shadows. Sebron moved close to Lady Kira, whom he knew was growing uncomfortable in the depths of the earth, away from her beloved sky. She looked up at him and gave a half-hearted grin.
“It will get much more worse than this. Do not worry yourself about me.”
He kissed her cheek and they soon joined the rest of the group who was following closely behind Toc. After almost a half an hour the sounds of battle were ringing clear in their ears. They quickened their pace and soon came upon a ridge, the wide lip leading over a steep though not impossibly high cliff. Cautiously they moved to the edge to observe the scene.
Before them was a fight. Scores of goblins and their smaller kobold kin were charging a small group of dwarves whom had surround an exotic looking female. She was pregnant, amazingly so, her belly a massive orb eight-foot ball of swollen flesh, her gargantuan breasts laying gently to the sides, framing her monstrous tummy. Pregnancy and lush fertility radiated off her gravid form. She had no hands per say but soft furred wings. Her face was beautiful and sexy, rounded with baby fat; her hair was long, blondish locks flowing over her strong shoulders. Though she was sitting they could see she possessed wide, sensuous hips and shapely, muscled thighs but the sheer size of her belly permitted her from standing.
Others like her, all female, not pregnant but equally erotic, swooped in the air batting at goblins or hoisting kobolds into the air and launching them away. One particular Batarian, her belly large and gravid was leading the valiant females. They dove in and out of the shadows, keeping the cruel creatures in a chaotic mess. It was as much a weapon as a defense for many of the lovely Batarian had fallen. Many lay on the ground with arrows littering their gorgeous bodies or spears spiking out from their ample bosoms or flat, smooth stomachs.
Behind the horde of goblin fodder were two armored deep trolls, their skin a dark purple, thick canines jutting out and each wielded great axes; cracked and blood stained. Between them was a strangely beautiful huge breasted female, her face thin and angular with black coals for eyes and long ebony hair twisted in a tight ponytail, resting on what looked like a pyramid of cushions but at closer inspection was a tail; a serpents tail.
“Yuan Ti! They must be after the pregnant Batarian. Protect her!”
Sebron heard the sword even before Rivin spoke true.
“The Yuan Ti! The pregnant Batarian is their target! Shall we?”
Before he finished Toc and Quintex had leapt off the ledge; Toc landing with a phenomenal crash, literally concaving the ground beneath him as Quintex landing was smooth and deft, his feet running before he touched the solid earth. Rivin stood and pointed that wicked staff at a contingent of goblins that were hard pressing the dwarven wall. A small, pea-sized orb shot out from its tip but as it traveled it grew and grew until it was a full-blown fireball, flame trailing it and licking about. One of the dwarves just noticed the approaching orb and was about to scream out but soon realized its trajectory and held his tongue. The following explosion caught the attention of all in the room as the charred bodies of goblins rained down. The Yuan Ti female turned and the surprise on her face was nothing compared to look she held as she watched Tocs’ axe twirl toward her end over end and catch her in the shoulder; lifting her entire body off the ground and blasting her almost twenty feet back into the stone wall. The trolls looked in utter terror as their mistress was blasted away but then it was their turn; a streaking arrow of bluish light connecting with the first ones head, electricity rippling and coursing through its skull until the huge noggin exploded in a spray of gore. The other looked up in astonishment just as a beam of pure energy shot through his heart. It turned just in time to see a small half-elf pointing a sword at him then all became black. Toc sprinted past the falling corpses while Quintex broke off down the hall. Raylenethos watched him and then nodded to her companions and hopped off the ledge, making a B-line after the immortal. Khambien and Celeste flipped off the lip and landed just in time to face a dozen kobolds and a score of goblins. The first five smaller creatures fell as magic missiles; gifts from Charlize, tore into them. It gave Khambien all the time he needed, the snow elf leaping twice and placing him behind the charge. The goblins, stunned by the quick loss of their fodder and the even quicker move by the elf were caught completely off guard as Khambien came in, Wintermist carving through the first of the foul things and Summershade slicing into another’s spine then back with Wintermist to lope off a thirds head.
The kobolds did not fair much better as Celestes hand moved in a blur, an endless stream of daggers cutting them down until only two remained. Before the stupid beasts could catch their breath Celeste waded in with her own saber and with a single stroke removed both their heads. She looked up as Khambien spun in a blur of motion between the four remaining goblins, his twin blades dipping, cutting, blocking, parrying and stabbing. Two goblins quickly fell; a third soon followed missing his arm and then the fourth that seemed to have lost his head.
That fight lasted mere seconds but in that time Lady Kira, a druid of immeasurable power had devastated the goblin, kobold ranks; huge earth elementals had risen in front of the brave dwarves and rained terror onto the attacking horde until the few that remained, ten or so were finished off by the Batarian. Khambien nodded to Celeste and both sprinted off to help Toc. As they sped away one of the gorgeous winged ladies landed by Sebron. She had a full, spherical belly, looking almost eight months along with triplets but it was not enough to encumbrance her. It was soft in appearance but still held its firmness, her wide, sensuous hips accentuating her turgid swell. Her creamy breasts were round smoothness and heavy, wobbling noticeably with milky sustenance; thick, dark nipples pointing out, her large almond eyes a bright brown, topped by lush, sexy lashes with shiny dark brown hair cascading down her light brown flesh. Kira knew she was only a couple of months pregnant; she would soon be as large as the one the dwarves guarded.
“It has been a long time lover! I missed you.”
“What are you doing down here?”
Without another word of explanation the two kissed deeply, her wings wrapping up the master mage. Kira gave him a cock-eyed look as Rivin stepped between Charlize and Serenity.
“They must be old friends.”
After the long embrace, the two finally coming up for air, Sebron looked about, almost apologetically Kira, his hand resting on the Batarians’ pregnant belly.
“This is Tia’bella. The tribes finest warrior.”
Kira just glared at him in mocked jealousy. The druid female knew he had many lovers, most of them pregnant. He still had a lot of explaining to do.
The deep proud bellow of dwarves soon filled the air.

Toc reached the fallen Yuan Ti just as she wrenched his axe from her shoulder. He just smiled as the weapon flew from her grasp and back to his hands just as he reached her. She whipped about; bluish blood pouring out of her gaping wound and screamed briefly as the ogre slammed the huge blade home, slitting her beautiful face in two. He stepped on her neck as he yanked his axe free, then he turned to join Quintex; Raylenethos just catching up to him.
“Thought they’d be harder!”
She couldn’t help but grin as they rounded the corner just in time to see the immortal swordsmen roll between the thick legs of an ettin and hop up in time to dodge a blast of energy from off to the side. The gorgeous half elf altered her momentum and made her way towards the origin of the energy shot. Toc took a quick measure of the ettin whose back was turned to him and then hurled his axe. With true aim the huge blade slammed into back of one of the ettins’ heads as the tip of a spear blasted through front of the other, Quintex skillful seeing Tocs’ maneuver, then both weapons exited the falling beast and returned to their masters.

Raylenethos dove around the bend and rolled up to the other side, her opponent quickly launching an attack her way. Even as she rolled up to her feet she felt the intruder try and attack her mind. It was like claws grappling her thoughts and holding them tight and then digging in till the pain was unbearable. She closed her eyes with the discomfort and then she simple shuck off the confining attack. Raylenthos was free from the mental barrage and hopped around the corner.

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Ethilascha was an illithid over three centuries old. He was considered powerful among his kind and had even controlled many of them at will. Never had any simply discarded one of his attacks, as this female had, not even when he was a youth. Whomever this woman was she was powerful, strong and dangerous. He would have to warn his brothers but even as the thought entered his mind he knew his chances were lost for though the young elf was out and open, his hesitance to attack her allowed him to feel the mind of a new and familiar threat that emerged from the shadows behind him. Ethilascha did not fear death as three claws pushed threw his chest and all went black.

Even as Raylenethos started to leap she held back for before her was an illithid, its octopus head emotionless, his bulbous eyes dull and cold, and the six-foot tall thing thin and spiny was draped in tight, chain mesh robes. But it was not his appearance that stopped her, no, it was Hollee; emerging from out of nothingness, pulling back the cowl of her blackish gray cloak and with her hand she drove it through the creatures back and out of his chest. The illithid stiffened and then fell, without a sound; Hollee whispered something and the blood of the creature burned away.
“Nice trick.”
Hollee looked at the female rogue, her eyes deep with questions.
“You shouldn’t be standing but you resisted one Ethilaschas’ mental attacks. I faced him once before and almost fell. How?”
Raylenethos merely shrugged as Toc and Quintex stepped up behind her. The ogre turned as both Celeste and Khambien ran up to them, smiling.
“It looks like the day is ours.”
The four just smiled, though Hollees’ eyes never left Raylenethos.

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Soon they returned to the main battleground, many of the Batarian and dwarves tending to the wounded as was Serenity and Lady Kira. Rivin was incinerating the bodies of the fallen goblins and kobolds with magical fire. Sebron and Charlize were standing next to a stout, barrel chest dwarf, his hair a tall mohawk that rose a foot high, his thick white beard hanging almost three feet long; about his four-and-a-half-feet height. He was adorned in blackened spike mail armor and held a blood-darkened warhammer. Next to him was a stunning Batarian, her belly swollen and heavy, topped by twin mountains of boob flesh. Her winged arms were clasped about her distended gravidity. She looked to term with triplets, with wide, sensuous hips curving into long sleek and shapely legs. Raylenethos recognized her as the leading warrior. On the dwarfs other side was another dwarf, a female. She too was pregnant and she was huge. Her belly jutted out almost three full feet, which looked so much larger for she stood only three-feet tall. She was covered in chain armor; stretched tight around her titan-sized tits, which split, about her round globe of flesh. Khambien, even Toc found her cute attractiveness sexy. Her hips were full and accommodating to her overwhelming swell with twin hand axes resting on her expanded waist, her legs were all tight muscle; revealed by the split in her skirt. She had pale, creamy flesh, long purple-black hair and plump lips that looked ready to suck anything between them. Pale blue eyes watched with deep intelligence and wisdom but held a sexual fire that was ready to blow. Behind them all was the impossible pregnant Batarian, smiling and chatting happily away with Master Sebron. It was as if she had never been in danger.
“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time. Allow me to introduce the queen mother of this particular tribe of Batarian, Lady Whendyee’. This is her second, Tia’bella. This fine fellow here is Thorin Trollcutter and the lovely young woman to his right is Jhessyana Jewelstone, his adopted daughter. Thorin here runs this band of dwarves; the few who have kept out of the clutches of the illithids. He confirms what you have said Hollee, about twenty years ago a shadow dragon came and since then the illithids and their minions have turned the war in their favor.”
The thief nodded her agreement and then to the sturdy dwarf.
“Alas my manners. These are my companions. Lord and master swordsman, Quintex,” the immortal taking heart that he did not mention what he was, “and the mighty warrior Toc. This lovely lady is Hollee the Body; she is our guide. The beautiful Captain Celeste and the wicked rouge Khambien. And finally our heart if you would Lady Raylenthos. You have already met the others.”
She looked at him astonished and embarrassed by the high and unneseccary praise but politely bowed as the others did. She just caught Charilzes’ wily smirk and the mages jester like nod.
“Well met! Seen’ ye has put a smile o’ me face!”
As the dwarven male grinned, Celeste almost laughed aloud as he noticed that his two front teeth were gone.
“Ye aided us an’ yer mage here says ye plan t’ get the damned drake! Me an’ mine, we’ll help ye! First, I thinks it high time we be gettin’ the Lady here back to her home! We were lucky to run upon ye anyways!”
The dwarfs’ tongue was rich and heavy but amusing to hear. Then the big-bellied Jhessyana stepped up. She gently placed her hands on the Batarians burgeoning swell, her hands running down her taunt, tight flesh; feeling soft, and smooth beneath her fingertips. Her voice was light but held the toughness of a warrior and the thick accent of her people.
“Ye almost ready love. We must be gettin’ ye back beforin’ ye young come. Thisn’ the place ye be needn’ to give birth.”
The huge baby filled female bobbed her head; it was cute and sexy though it was just a simple nod. Thorin turned, yelling.
“Hurry up lads! We be needn’ to get from this place as soon as we can!”
Forty minutes later the troop, a dozen Batarian, about fifteen stout and strong dwarves, and the Heroes of the Dragon Horde were moving deeper into the depths of the underdark.

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“What do you mean Bragon is DEAD!!!”
Epyon paced the length of the elaborate chamber as Crimson stood next to the fireplace, the flames within flaring as he yelled. Olivia lounged comfortably on the nearby bed, her heavy form sunk deep into the satin cushion, her hands stroking her titanic, swollen belly. In the corner stood Sister Lilith, her own hands cupping her burgeoning girth. Dynna was not present but the dark and handsome Nataku was, clad in wonderfully crafted plate mail. His eyes widened slightly as he heard the announcement of his brethrens death.
“Your youngest son is dead! Killed at the hand your loins…Iceburn. Somehow he finally hunted the murderer of his mother and if my guess is correct he will be looking for you next!”
“The body?”
“Destroyed utterly! What will you do?”
Crimson smirked at the meager threat; though in his heart he knew the powerful coldfire dragon could destroy him.
“I think it’s time I ended this petty little feud between father and son. If I know Iceburn he will be heading for my home and there he will wait. Nataku and I will deal with that whelp.”
Nataku raised a dark brow.
“We do have some business to take care of first,” his gaze dropping onto Olivias’ beautiful body, “the time is right.”
Crimson sighed, flames licking from his nostrils.
“Business first of course. When?”
“Tonight, after dinner. Lady Olivia is that satisfactory with you?”
The dragon queen yawned lazily, stretching out, allowing her huge belly to expand fully before the males. She was irresistible. Lilith licked her lips.
“I will be ready.”
Epyon nodded and bowed low and deep.
“Lilith, please tell Ebony tonight we change the future.”
Olivia just purred.
jin1976
The dark lord stalked down his hallway. He walked the halls until he finally reached his destination. Two dwarven carved doors held fast and guarded by a white furred minotuar, Sergo; Destromos’ and the deceased Tayhlons’ elder brother. Epyon actually bowed in respect to the nearly twelve foot tall beast. He was almost two centuries old and had never failed the dark one. As he pushed open the door the blue sky was brightening as dawn fast approached, the little bit of light stinging his sensitive eyes. The sea air was warm as he stepped out into the pale-lit sky; the twin moons near setting. He made his way down to docks, two massive galleons anchored in the harbor. Trolls, mules goblins, gnolls, humans, elves, hobgoblins of all shapes and sizes worked swiftly to load cargo. Off in the distance, watching them all from a high peak was a strangely attractive orc male dressed in black studded leather, two short swords at his sides and gorgeous snow elf; her huge bosom pulling her blouse tight, her wide, sensuous hips and deliciously full ass filling out her deep gray pants and a long, thin blade hanging low off her hip. They turned as they noticed the approach of the dark immortal. As he moved closer he could better see the two pirates. The orc was a good size for his kind, but not bulky and clumsy looking, rather well portioned and agile in appearance. He was ruggedly handsome, wearing his long black hair in tight braids and a single, diamond studded patch over his left eye; a thin scar running up his cheek and up to his eye brow. Intelligence and cunning were bright in his one good eye and he reeked of cruelty and strength. The snow elf was healthy, on the verge of plump but she was all curves, sexy and enticing. She had the perfect body for bearing children, a beautiful, slightly rounded face with pale gray eyes, full juicy lips, long platinum blonde hair hanging straight down to her fat, bubbly rear. Her breasts were large and heavy, though they still held firmness, with a soft, slightly pooched tummy. She had nice round, sensuous hips and shapely thighs. Standing only five foot five, she was pure, compact sexuality and unlike her people she was vicious and evil, and she enjoyed it. Which was even more alluring to the wicked fiend.
“Captain Raze, Mistress Thara. I have a job for you.”
The orc captain looked at the immortal, his bushy brow arching in interest. Thara slid up next to him, brushing her hand against the bulge within his breeches. Epyon grinned. Raze, unlike his kin, spoke perfect common and, from what Epyon heard, many other languages.
“What is this job dark lord?”
The immortal now remembered why he enjoyed this ones company.
“Always the businessman. There is a young female I need brought to. A nymph. She has something I need and I want her and it to be returned to me.”
Tharas’ eyes brightened. Epyon gave her a quick glance, a simple warning to the greedy snow elf and then returned to the orc.
“Do you know where she’s hiding, or is it to be a hunt?”
“A hunt! Yet she knows I seek her so she may be looking for protection? My suggestions, you should search ports such as the Nightingale and Rainwood. I’ve heard the heroic type dwell there. So does information.”
Raze looked at Thara. She cocked her head and replied.
“That’s a lot of travel time unless we split up. That’s also dangerous territory; we are wanted on the Three Tear Seas, especially since our last job for you. This will cost you.”
Epyon hardly cared about their welfare. The dark immortal could easily use his new powers of lust on both of them; he would love to see the voluptuous snow elfs’ belly swell unimaginably with his seed. But the two had served him well, on many occasions and they were worth the cost. Besides, money meant nothing to him and he had it in abundance. If they succeeded, he would have more power than even they could dream.
“I shall match the weight of each of your vessels in jewels and gold. Is that enough?”
Thara just managed to keep her mouth from dropping open. Her orcish counterpart smiled.
“That’ll do. Plus four ships big enough to transport it and the supplies you have already given and two months additional.”
Epyon looked at him almost absurdly but the cost was nothing compared to the prize, Serenity and Lethan, the Thirteen Immortals and the crown of godhood.
“Agreed. But each of you will be taking along five of my Shadow Riders, the Fallen. They will save you from having to depart your ships and will keep me informed of your progress.”
The female pirates’ eyes narrowed. She remembered the black-cloaked creatures and their shadowy blades. She had taken all ten aboard Lady Death and watched as her crew became darkened by their evil. Yet she also remembered how ten of them cut through fifty men aboard a royal galleon she had pirated. With them she lost not a single man. And then of course was the warning from the Lady of the Seas, Lady LeMay. She could feel their dark presence on her waters. Raze had never witnessed or seen them but her sudden shiver told him much, yet the price Epyon was paying was worth the minor discomfort.
“Agreed!”
“Good,” the immortals’ smile beautiful and dark all at once, “as for my other assignment?”
Thara pointed towards Razes’ ship, Killjoy.
“Look for yourself.”
As she spoke two huge mules wee escorting at least a hundred beautiful females, all of varying races and all in various stages of pregnancy but each with monstrous sized bellies. They waddled off the ship, huddled close, trying to quell the fear within them. A similar line could be seen exiting Lady Death. Razes’ eye narrowed.
“It’s strange though, the ones that were only a month or two along suddenly swelled up like they were ready blow. The ones that were further along…well you see.”
Near the rear of each line, a group of twenty or so were being wheeled off in specially designed carts; their bellies tremendous swells of life, taunt and shiny; to large and heavy for the girls to walk on their own, quite visible, even in the distance, their breasts, huge melons spraying with milk. Thara glanced back at Epyon.
“Looks like your cousin Trinity has lost control or she’s just having some cruel fun.”
He merely smirked at the comment.
“Two hundred and fifty in all.”
Epyon bowed.
“You know where to take them. The riders will be ready to leave at dusk. Good hunting.”
The two watched the immortal disappear into the shadows, just as the sun began to peak over the horizon, light splashing over the mountain of black rock.
“If he needs the riders he’s desperate.”
Raze just looked over the dark waters, the sunrise reflecting off her surface.

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Penelope was drenched and weak but she still hungered for more. Since she had delivered Epyon decided to use her in a cruel fashion. Daily, his daemons would come in and have their way with her, impregnating her until she was full and then she would be forced to give birth prematurely. The young were not nearly as large or powerful as their fathers but they would make great spies for now they came out faceless ebony figures with the innate ability to shape change. Her first young had been more daemon than nymph but these were a perfect blend. To her life now was a blur of sensations, sucking, fucking, eating, swelling and bearing young. She was constantly orgasmic, her senses a fire, cumming with the merest of touches. A huge stone like daemon was pounding away at her gaping snatch; her massive tummy hanging low towards the onyx floor, billowing out two feet on her sides quivered as he slammed harder and faster into her cunt. Her black flesh dripped with sex, her succulent lips formed into a passionate O as she came repeatedly on his girth; her plump inner thighs slick with her juices. Another daemon stood in wait as a gorgeous auburn haired breeder sucked his massive rod. She stroked and slurped his full stock until she could feel him shiver in her hands. Quickly the young slave pulled away and the daemon shoved his tool between Penelopes’ full lips, her body rocking wildly; his legs where getting slapped by her huge tits as the stone fiend fucked her . She uncontrollably bobbed up and down his tool as the rear intruder shuddered and stiffened. The poor nymph took the pause and sucked hard on the other daemons cock until both erupted into her turgid form. Cum sputtered out from the sides of her mouth as the sauce filled her body and her belly surged forth. Quickly they turned her over as the swell expanded and grew, the flesh tight and shivering with volatility. Fresh milk streamed out of her taunt nipples, raining down on her panting, sex crazed face. Her shapely thighs were spread wide as her gravid waist filled out, baby fat washing over her slutty, sexy pregnant body. Tabitha soon waddled in as the daemons left. She rubbed the seven-foot mountain of flesh and looked down at the exhausted nymph. The baby machine needed to feed. She looked at the other breeder who bowed and hurried off to get milk and flesh. Soon another batch would be ready. The heavily pregnant midwife kissed the massive swell proudly. Her master would be pleased.

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The Batarian camp was nothing like they had seen before, save Sebron. Their dwellings, hidden within a massive cavern were carved into the huge stalactites, which hung low from the ceiling, a spiderweb of buttresses criss crossed the hanging rock to connect in a masterful sight of architecture. Within the stalagmites on the surface, Thorin and his small clan made their temporary home; one of many hidden throughout the underdark. It had taken them an hour to get to the underground lair but in that short time Whendyee went into labor.
“W…wee…mm…must hur…hurry! Th…they will b…be here ss…ssooonn!”
By the time they reached their home, her contractions where coming strong and fast. The main host of Batarian lifted her into the air and swiftly made their way to the birthing chamber. Tia’bella sent down others of her kind to collect the heroes; except for Lady Kira, and Thorin and Jhessyana. The gorgeous females dropped from their holes in droves, sweeping over the group; broad, joyous and excited smiles on their faces and with strong gripping clawed feet they hoisted them into the air. Anticipation filled the air, word of their queen going into labor spread rapidly. Toc looked down as they ascended and quickly decided that that was not one of his better ideas. Gently they set them down onto the ledge of the birthing room.
Whendyee was hanging upside down on a long thin bar of some metal they had never seen, her legs were spread wide, her massive juggs dangling in front of her face. Tia’bella and another lovely Batarian were next to her, gently massaging her monstrous belly, now fully distended as her young moved up the birth canal. The pregnant beauty was panting breathlessly, her own winged arms squeezing her burgeoning waist.
“Breath my queen. They are almost ready. One more big push.”
Whendyee complied and took one more deep breath and pushed. The other Batarian ran her wing over the pulsing slope of her tummy and rested it just above the queens gaping womb, directly on her clit. With slow, vibrations, almost completely hidden to the naked eye, she rubbed her wing over the erect nub, stimulating it into orgasm. An inaudible scream of pleasure, heard only by the sensitive ears of the Batarian, and those of the Nieth druid and Toc, filled the air as blood and embryonic fluid squirted out, splashing the unnamed Batarian in the face. Then came the wet, bloody head of the first of the queens’ young. Gently the winged midwife pulled the big baby, almost ten pounds, free as it instantly began to cry. With sharp canines Tia’bella bent forward and severed the chord. Whendyee was breathless and tired but her second bent down and reminded her it was just the beginning. For almost seven hours they stood and watched as the Batarian queen gave birth to sixteen big babies, ranging from ten to fifteen pounds. The two midwives; Tia’bella and her aid, took care of the young while others helped their queen from her perch, her belly still bulging, looking about seven months along with quintuplets. Even as she slumbered, she looked beautiful and serene, peaceful and proud. All the females in her presence were weeping or openly crying with joy. Even Toc and burly Thorin grew misty eyed.
After the Batarian settled in, getting their queen and her young comfortably placed into bed, Tia’bella gave the heroes her full attention, tears still in her eyes, her leathery wings clasping her swollen middle lovingly, protectively.
“Thank you for what you have done here today. Who knows what may have happened if Ethilascha had his way. The Batarian thank you, and are forever in your debt.”
She bowed to each of them and placed a tender, enduring kiss on each of their cheeks. Thorin huffed. Tia’bella smiled widely at the stocky warrior. Bending as low as her distended belly would allow she kissed the proud warrior full and deeply on the lips. His smile was from ear to ear, even as she did the same to Jhessyana; caressing the dwarven females taunt belly as they embraced.
“To our friends and guardians of the dwarven clan of Trollcutter we will owe until the end of time.”
She moved slowly and wearily to a the bar and with a quick flap of her wings lifted herself up enough to amazingly flip her full, round body over and easily snag the bar with her feet and hang. They looked at her as she drew her wings across her chest, keeping her huge orbs from falling in front of her face.
“I apologize but remaining on my feet all day has made me quite tired as I imagine all of you must be,” as another beautiful female walked in.
She was tall and sleek, with slender yet feminine hips and a delicious onion like ass, a flat flawless tummy and huge, full sphere shaped breasts with dark, plump nipples rested off her chest. Her eyes were a light brown, lush, thick lips with a perfect nose topped her angular face. Long locks of multi-shades of blonde fell down her back, curling gently at the ends.
“Shae’lee will escort you to your quarters where you may find food, drink and sleep. When you have rested fully we will talk of things to come and how best we may aid you. Please forgive my rudeness once again.”
Almost immediately she was lost in dreams; even before the companions left the room. Shae’lee led them across the stone-carved walkways between the stalactites for only a short while until they entered the one she liked. As they entered they could see steps spiraling up, draped doors covering the entrances to rooms that branched off here and there. Charlize looked at the stairs and then to the Batarian.
“Stairs? You didn’t make them just for us?”
Shae’lee smiled.
“No. When we are with child we eventually become to large for flight and then even walking becomes difficult. The stairs are used during that time.”
The half elf just nodded.
“Pick your rooms as you wish. Food and drink can be found in all, as with beds that will hopefully fit your needs. I will return shortly to bring you aids to sleep, if you require them.”
With that she left, flying off into the huge cavern.
For a moment they all just stood their, taking it all in. Then Celeste grabbed Thorins’ arm and drug him to the nearest room. For a second they stood in silence, astonished at the sudden, blatant move. Ruby chuckled.
“Would you believe she’s never been with a dwarf!”
Jhessyana shock her head as Serenity bent down in front of her and gently touched her belly. The stout female cooed despite herself. Serenity smiled wide. Thus the night began. Toc and Ruby gave eachother a quick nod and headed up the stairs. Rivin took the arm of Hollee and Lady Kira. They gave him a friendly bow and moved towards a room of their choosing. Khambien and Charlize slowly walked to another room, watching as Quintex politely took Raylenethos’ hand and she gave him the approving smile. Khambien laughed and pulled his lovely friend swiftly along. Sebron took a room to himself and awaited Shae’lee’s return. He wanted to talk to a friend. The nymph and dwarven female eventually made it into a room.

Thorin fell against the mushroom bed. He was quite startled by the humans’ forwardness even as she began to remove his confining armor. Celeste was surprised at herself; she was so horny that she wasn’t sure how long the poor dwarf would last. She didn’t even care about the food or the rest, after watching the beauty of birth all she wanted was to feel that pure and womanly and Thorin was the only male free to help her. The instinct was deep and had been welling up inside her ever since Raylenthos had convinced her to join them; now it was unbearable and Celeste wanted to be pregnant, even if the child would be half dwarf. It took her only a few minutes to free Thorin from his spike mail and her heart leaped as she looked upon him. The dwarf was well muscled, his chest broad and thick with a solid though undefined abdomen. Trunk sized arms and full-rippling shoulders completed his rugged upper body. Thorins legs were short and compact but even as he sat there she could see the powerful appendages flexed and ready. Then she saw her true desire and almost swooned; his huge, round cock, a full ten inches though she knew it would grow more ; the muscle half hardened with anticipation. She licked her lips and moved in, her eyes blazing with lust. She slowly dropped to her knees before the warrior, gripping his shaft with strong hands, squeezing and twisting about his shaft as she began to jerk him off. The dwarf groaned deep and low as the female pirate eased her lips around his schlong, allowing a thick wad of spit to run down his length, lubricating her stroking hands. Still keeping her grip with on hand, Celeste began to undo her blouse, her quick palm appeasing Thorin; his gray partly closed. Her heavy tits fell free as her garment opened and she quickly swallowed up the swelling cock.
He had never felt such warmth or hunger, Celestes’ head bobbing up and down his thickness with unimaginable skill. With each draw her hand would follow, stroking him as it went. Gripping the fungus made bed, his hands digging into the plant, he quickly began pumping his powerful hips, matching her rhythm perfectly. The gorgeous females’ muffled moan only heightened his hunger. Loud slurping and sucking began to fill the small room, Celeste increasing her momentum, desperately trying get precious cum from his cock. Soon beads of sweat started to roll down Thorins’ face and chest, his muscles growing tense as he felt his climax approaching. Celeste felt it to and slowly, carefully released him from her lips. She stood before him, her big, round tits hanging full and free, her blouse pulled back to frame her ample bosom, also revealing a tight and tone stomach. Her tight leather breeches accentuated her deliciously feminine hips and long sleek legs. Celeste was beautiful, Thorin could not deny that, her eyes big and brown, topped with long, sensuous lashes; though the right one was hidden behind a jeweled eye patch, locks of soft brown hair water-falling over her shoulders. Slowly the female turned, allowing her lover; this night, to view her firm, sculpted ass, then; just to fuel his fire, she bent over, pulling her pants down as she went, baring her full naked buttocks, her plump pussy nestled between silken thighs and begging for gratification. Celeste just glanced over her shoulder as Thorin hopped from the bed and buried his face between her soft cheeks. She moaned as the dwarf stabbed his long tongue deep into her moist sex. He was well schooled in the arts of sex, lapping and sucking on her swollen labia, caressing his clit with every lick. Celeste wanted more of him inside her and she wanted it know! With acrobatic balance she began thrusting against his face, pushing more of the dwarfs’ mouth onto her hungry sex, the soft hair of his beard tickling her inner thighs. Thorin was wonderful, the female pirate already feeling herself on the edges of climax. The wily dwarf eased squeezed her firm ass cheeks with one strong hand and penetrated her tight sphincter with the fingers of the other. That was it. Celeste screamed out, her pussy juices flowed as Thorin fingered her asshole while he ate her delectable cunt. He continued until she came again, her body glistening with sweat.
Thorin drew back onto the mushroom shaped bed as Celeste turned and literally pounced upon him. She kissed his bearded face with burning desire as she impaled herself onto his erect shaft. The huge organ filled her slick sex with ease and she nearly swooned with pleasure. Without moving her upper body; her massive tits dangling just in reach of Thorins’ mouth, she bounced her ass off his member, slamming it into her cunt as deeply as possible, her strong hips grinding into his. The dwarf had never felt such desire, such hunger and it consumed him. Celeste was also swallowed up by the lust that filled the room, the whole of the Batarian structure as she came for the third time, soaking the dwarfs’ shaft as it filled her. The two were now dripping with perspiration, their bodies shimmering wetly. Thorin grabbed her arms and with power turned onto her back while spinning himself until he stood between her silken thighs, his cock still buried within her snatch. The warrior was close to cumming but somehow he felt her wish, her desire to become pregnant, it filled him. He pulled the human female up his cock, using only his trunk like arms to work their bodies; Celeste squeezing her full tits tight. Thorin was soaked and though they had not been with eachother long, the heat and passion was smothering as he drilled deeper and deeper into her sex. Celeste looked up at him, her eyes ablaze with lust.
“Cum, cum, cum, cum, CCCUUUUMMMM!!!!”
The command was final and absolute as the dwarf tensed and erupted into her womb. She screamed with such fury that even the hearty warrior believed he was harming her. Her body shivered with excitement as she felt all his warm seed pump into her, filling her and Celeste knew instantly that she had succeeded. Thorin spasmed and jerked as the last of his cum emptied into her hot snatch, so much so that as he exited a milky stream leaked out. Tired and spent the dwarf collapsed next to the gorgeous female who was rubbing her sweaty belly, dreaming of how large it would swell in the months to come. Celeste was slightly startled that her tummy had already formed into a small bulge; she looked and felt a month pregnant. She leaned over and kissed her sturdy lover and the two fell fast asleep, happy and appeased.

Sebron could hear the female pirates orgasmic cry, and even as she went silent the passionate moans of Rivin and his two lovers filled the air. He smiled for the centuries old mage understood what was coming over his friends and the sensation that was swelling in his own heart. This place was the Batarians’ ritual mating temple and its entirety was imbued with raw sex, and lust and the hunger to breed. Gifts from the two immortals they now quested to save. Already Celeste was coursing through her first trimester. In the morning she would have a pleasant surprise. Irony, true irony, at its best.

Charlize chuckled as she and Khambien listened to Kiras’ high-pitched orgasm, followed swiftly by Hollees’. They had heard Celeste earlier and could now hear the breathless pants of Serenity and the pregnant dwarf. The half elf lay close to her friend, his eyes pale and beautiful, his smile heart melting. For the first time the gypsy realized how much she loved the crafty warrior; not just as friends but she truly loved him, and going into such peril, in her heart Charlize knew she had to have something special from; she had to give something precious as well. The gorgeous female drew close to the snow-elf, her hand resting on his naked crotch, her eyes locking deeply with his. Khambien could feel that something was different; she was different. Charlize looked like the Gypsy Queen that was her inheritance; she was regal, beautiful, sexy and powerful. He sat up so he could give her his full attention.
“Khambien…you know I love you? Don’t you?”
He smiled but before he could give a sarcastic answer Charlize was in his face, her eyes burning with passion that seared into Khambiens’ heart. Then he just nodded.
“I don’t know how this will end, but I do know losing you would kill me. Promise me you will never leave me! Promise me!”
Khambien stared at her, looking for her to falter or break but she didn’t. She loved him. Good.
“I promise, Charlize, I will never leave you.”
She eased him down onto his back and slid a leg over his muscular waist, straddling him.
“That, I’m going to make sure of.”
Reaching back she gripped his hardening cock, which instantly grew rigid in her grasp. The snow gasped, stunned at the surge of emotion that filled his muscle, growing rock hard at the mere touch of the woman he… he loved. Gingerly the gypsy eased herself onto the massive phallus, its thickness sliding into her moist sex, her pussy lips accepting the tool as if it belonged there. She purred as she felt him fill her, the thick monster touching her in places she had never explored herself. It was so powerful Charlize almost came right then, her nice round ass finally resting on his lap. Her cinnamon brown skin was a stark contrast and yet an amazing blend next to his ivory flesh. Once they were comfortable, his cock nestled deep into her womb; she bent down and kissed him, long, strong and passionate, emotions flowing between their lips. As she did so, her hips began to gyrate, moving methodically up and down his shaft. It was raw and pure as her ass bounced off his cock; her wet snatch gobbling up his sex hungrily, desperately. Still the two kissed; had Khambiens’ eyes been open he would have seen the tears rolling down her soft cheeks, and Charlize would have seen his as well. This night, two friends fell in love, true and honest and without care. They were free of all worry.

Charlize lay silent save her deep breathing. She was sleeping, lost in a pleasant dream, a dream about the young that were now growing within her, the offspring of her and her friend, her love, Khambien. She dreamt of her being pregnant, her belly, growing round and full, the skin tight, quivering heavily with life, her breasts becoming full and laden with milk. It was a beautiful dream.
Khambien lay next to her. He was tired, exhausted to almost collapsing but he couldn’t sleep, his hand resting on the slightly distended belly of his lover. They had made love only a short time ago, yet the half elf gypsy looked already three months pregnant. He could see her large breasts swell as they prepared for the young, the areole darkening, the nipples growing thicker. Her hips had widened slightly, as her face grew a bit softer but not too noticeably. As he stroked her belly, he marveled at how firm it was and yet how warm and soft it felt. Within it were his sons and daughters. Khambien would be a father soon. With his hand still on her swollen waist, the joyous snow elf soon fell asleep.

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Far above them all Quintex watched Raylenethos sleep. He knew where they were, what the building was for. That is why he removed Raylenethos. He was sure he could resist its pull, as could the two dragons; to a degree, but he was unsure of the elf. The immortal soon realized his worries were misplaced. As soon as they entered the room, she had striped down and sprawled out on the mushroom bed. He almost chuckled at himself until she suddenly turned over onto her back, her eyes burning a vibrant violet and he heard the lustful cry of Celeste. She then curled back and seemed perfectly asleep. She then repeated the act as Kira and Hollee moaned in orgasm, then when young Serenity and Jhessyana came. The last time was the most powerful; her body arching as if she was experiencing the most wondrous sexual experience of her life and then energy, free and wild energy shot from her mouth; filling the room with light and as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. Again she slept. Quintex was in awe. For the rest of the night he watched her. His heart pounded as his mind raced.
“Could she be the one we seek?”

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Shae’lee soon returned to Master Sebron; the great mage reclining on the mushroom bed, his eyes flickering with amusement as he read one of the many tombs hidden away within the folds of his robe. The lovely Batarian slide in and sat next to the half elf, her winged arm resting on the large bulge of his crotch. She smiled at him fully and warmly. He retuned the genuine smile.
“Tia’bella is awake though still quite tired. She wishes for you to visit her this evening but she warns that in her condition she lacks energy and she wishes not to disappoint you. She as asked me to help you…warm up if you will. Do you mind?”
His look of shock took her of guard for only a moment. As he cocked his eyebrow she understood. Slowly with the finger-like tips of her wings she spread his robe, his thick cock sprang up like a tower before her. The gorgeous female cooed, as she tasted his tip with a long, satin tongue.
“You make my work far too easy.”
With that she swallowed up his entire length in one clean motion; causing the sexual master to sit up with pleasure. She was so warm and soft, her tongue caressing every inch of his stalk, her huge creamy breasts mashed against his muscled thighs. Shae’lees’ head bobbed up and down his cock, streams of saliva running down his swelling scrotum. The scrumptious Batarian spread her leathery wings wide, allowing her to take the huge erection deeper into her throat. Beads of sweat began to role down his brow as she began to suck harder and on his tool, pulling the cum from his masculine body. He pumped his hips, matching every bob and twist of her head until he felt the tug, his climax was approaching rapidly; the temple was finally getting to him. Shae’lee gingerly released his twitching organ, her soft furred wings wrapping about; stroking it until he felt he would blow and then stopping. She did this a few more times until she knew the poor mage wouldn’t last long. Behind them, Crimsonsbane sang; softly, but she sang. Slowly the Batarian helped him up and carefully the two walked to where Tia’bella awaited him. It wasn’t far and Sebron was thankful for that; his poor cock was aching for release and the powers of the temple still swam about in his head. Though he could resist many magics, the Temples’ spell was ancient; beyond even Khlendros and it was immortal magic. Though he was powerful in his own rite, few immortals wished to face him, the combination of age and immortality were still stronger.
Tia’bella was simply huge. She was nearly the size of her queen before she delivered and looked ready to drop at any moment. Since Whendyee had given birth her young second had swollen to almost double in size; her taunt tummy distending a good six-feet, her shapely legs spread out to the sides as she gently rubbed her midsection. Milk now leaked in abundance, her massive breasts also growing with her belly. Sebrons’ cock burned at the sight of such delicious, sensuous gravidity. She held such sexuality that it seemed to overwhelm him. The sheer expectancy of her turgid and plump pregnant body pulled the sexual madness forth. The lovely female looked at him, lust welling in her brown orbs. They wanted eachother but her size would make it difficult, or so it seemed. Her gaze was hungry and troubled but Sebron grinned as he stepped into the room. His eyes began to swirl with magic, emerald energy beaming forth. Tia’bella gasped as she felt her heavy girth lift off the mushroom bed and float towards the arcane, her swollen body turning until she felt herself slide down his saliva slick cock. The sex craved Batarian came instantly; her body, overcome with passion and desire as she had experienced the transference; the gift from her queen, literally impregnating with pure sexual magic and the magical gift had left her on the edges of orgasm, which Sebron finally released. Tia’bella moaned with pure animalistic pleasure as her juices spilled out. She had never felt such erotic joy and it was just beginning. The powerful mage gripped her soft sides, levitating her body as he slowly fill her hot, tight, moist sex; her cum running down her fattened inner thighs. With long, deep thrusts he stuffs the Batarians’ burning sex; the hovering beauty wrapping her fat legs back and around the half-elfs’ slim, masculine waist, pulling her floating, heavily pregnant body further along the twitching cock, causing her snatch to quiver with wild abandon. With her winged arms she grappled with her bountiful breasts, the huge orbs sloshing about with milk. She moaning breathlessly as her old friend drove deeper and deeper into her passion, losing her grip with her legs, as they grew weak with pleasure. As good as any lover, actually better than any lover, Shae’lees’ oral magic had weakened Sebrons’ resolve, his own climax swiftly approaching. But Sebron was a master of lovemaking and he carefully eased out of her searing box. With a simple twirl of his finger he turned the huge-bellied female over, her vast mountain of pregnant belly flesh glowing before him. He lick his lips and eased the tip of his cock into her cunt, sending a shiver through her lush body. Then he closed his eyes and simple imaged himself sliding in and out of the gorgeous female, his length touching every sensational bit of her sex, his fingers rubbing her blood engorged clit.
Tia’bella could just see her lover over the top of massive, taunt and gravid, swell, she was floating at a slight angle but though she could not see him she felt him. His thick muscle was filling her beyond her own imagination, touching and caressing her every spot, his strong fingers exciting her erect clit causing her to cum with power, her huge juggs flopping about as she felt herself bounce of his cock; massaging her titanic dome of belly flesh.
She came multi-times as the light mage magically fucked her starry-eyed, conserving his energy as best he could. He felt everything he did to the Batarian but it was in he mind he felt it, his body still on the verge of climax, awaiting, begging to erupt.
“Ppp…pplease…Sss…Ssebron…ccc…cuumm…ffff…foorrr…meee! Iii…itt…iiss ttt…ttt…tttoooo…gg…gggooooddd!”
The mage smiled and opened his eyes; still burning green and slid his aching tool into her. She screamed out with pure desire, passion and love, as if feeling him for the first time as Sebron slammed into her with three quick, passionate thrusts.
“Fff…oorrr yy…yyou myy…dd…dear!”
He could just breathe the words as his cum ejected into her womb. They came together then, their juices blending within her. She was truly exhausted; her brown eyes were closed to slits as Sebron used the last of his strength levitate her safely to the mushroom bed. Slowly he joined her, she happily snuggled against him, his hands gently stroking her burgeoning swell, relishing her smooth, spectacular flesh.


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