Far away Raze watched from the bow of his galleon, Killjoy, as like shadows upon shadows they came; midnight forms shrouded in spectral cloaks of darkness, their bodies hidden with the darkness; each riding a form of evil darker than they, black pegacorns; leaving ash in their dusty wake. Every man, woman and beast swiftly moved out of their way. One unfortunate female orc was not swift enough and the lead rider reached down from his monstrous steed and brushed her with his hand. He did so without breaking stride and the poor orcish woman fell; grasping her belly, a mix of pain and orgasmic joy upon her face as her belly swelled, tearing through what little clothing she wore as it grew at a phenomenal rate of speed. As they passed, each of the riders brushed her swiftly expanding stomach, causing it to grow and balloon faster, more intensely. Raze watched her thrash about, his men too shocked to help her; even if they knew how, then his eyes darted to the dark ten as they split, five to the Killjoy and five to the Lady Death. He heard it before he saw it as the orcish females’ belly ballooned to disastrous results. Raze winched as he watched her perish, strange ghostly apparitions floating away from her shattered corpse, the noise of the black raiders boarding his ship filling his ears. For the first time ever, the always-scheming pirate felt outmatched. There was a ghostly echo in the air, faint and yet perfectly clear. Laughter; low, cruel laughter. He looked over to the Lady Death to see Thara shaking her head. That was not a good sign.

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Ebony slowly waddled into the room; her belly, full, fat and heavy, the tight flesh distended nearly five feet, her breasts burgeoning and wobbling on her massive swell. Her eyes were afire with lust, as she looked upon her lovers, Nataku, proud and strong, his long black hair raining down his back, and Crimson, powerful, raw and hungry. They stood naked before the daemoness as she slowly waddled towards them, her wide, sensuous hips adding to the pure aura of lust radiating off her fertile, womanly form. She wore only a long flowing gown; opened in the front to accentuate her hugely, swollen dome. A pile of cushions was placed before the two warriors and Ebony, her dark flesh already shiny with desire, knelt in front of them. There were no words spoken, none needed to be. They had a bargain, an arrangement and now it was time to pay up. With hunger beyond reason, Ebony engulfed Natakus’ huge, serpentine cock, the sheer size causing her to gag. Blindly she groped about until her hands squeezed around Crimsons’ thick shaft. The dark soldier firmly gripped the back of her head as he crammed as much of his rod as he could down her gullet, which anxiously accepted. Her small digits were dwarfed by the great wyrms’ muscle, jerking the hardening muscle as best she could. She had never felt such hunger, her virgin body; fertile and waiting, was ablaze with sexual fire. Ebonys’ head danced along Natakus’ shaft, his tool go further down her throat, her pert little nose rubbing his smooth abdomen, his hips pumping powerfully as he fucked her feline, female face. The young sluts lips were like satin, her tongue like magic as she sucked off the great dragon.
Crimson bent and grasped one of the females’ milk heavy tits, squeezing the soft flesh in his strong hands. He was astonished at the sheer weight of the fleshy orb; the nipples stiffening as he palmed the hefty organ, milk leaking out in abundance, pouring onto her shimmering gravidity. Ebonys’ hand was a blur along his staff, her own firm grip drawing out the cum from his thick muscle. The old beast was growling with pleasure, her strokes feeling marvelous along his sex.
As she sucked and jerked off the two crimson wyrms, Ebony explored her swollen, curvaceous body with her free hand, rubbing the expanse of her globular belly; the smooth tight flesh sending waves of sexual energy through her beefy body, cupping her other wobbling breasts, tweaking the taunt nipple and spraying creamy milk onto Natakus’ thigh. She felt so beautiful, so sensuous and sexy, her untamed pussy growing wet with want and primal desire.
The sex-starved daemoness released Nataku from her lips and swallowed down Crimsons’ rigid meat, his bulbous head forcing her to open her mouth painfully wide. She was hot and wet, a saliva trail following her suckable lips. She quickly grabbed the lesser dragons’ tool and ran her hand up and down his slick length. Crimson chuckled as she continuously choked down his cock, her eyes closed tight as she concentrated on the task. Nataku pulled away from her grasp and silently moved behind her. Ebony felt his hot hands grope and tease her full ass; squeezing her fat butt cheeks with his powerful hands, his stiff cock rubbing her own flushed flesh. Her every organ, every sensation was raging; she was ready. The younger dragon licked his thin lips, spreading the meaty flesh, exposing her delectable sphincter and virgin pussy, glistening with desire. Slowly he knelt down between her full buttocks, savoring the sweet aroma before tasting her young, ripe pussy. Ebony almost came with his first lick, clamping down on Crimsons’ shaft and sucking hard, the old wyrm shivering with lust. Nataku worked his tongue into her tight box with voracious hunger, teasing and lapping away at her clit, the daemoness’ round rear and swollen waist; her belly hanging low to the cushioned ground, squirming in an animalistic frenzy, her juices leaking freely into his mouth. She slurped loudly, obscenely on Crimsons’ cock, sucking away with wild abandon. It was so new, so fresh and all raw and sexual that within moments the daemoness’ pregnant body stiffened as she had her first of many orgasms. Nataku lapped away at the delicious nectar, gulping in down with relish. She would have screamed with maddened lust had her mouth not been full of cock. Breathlessly she continued to suck and jerk powerful Crimson, his huge muscle shivering in her wet mouth.
Nataku knew it was time, his shaft quivering with anticipation, as he finally was ready to fill her with his seed, his offspring. Gently he wrapped a hand around her taunt, spherical belly, caressing the firm yet soft flesh of the smooth, ebony dome. Cruelly he rested the glistening head of his cock just between her fleshy labia; again the young daemoness squirmed, wanting desperately to fulfill her desires. The dragon grinned, allowing her frustration to mount, her muffled whimpers echoing sweetly in his ears but he was feverishly horny and with one, powerful thrust he slide into her sex. By the immortals she was tight! Ebony howled in pain as her hymen ruptured, dark blood streaming out and in pleasure as her virgin pussy was penetrated for the first time; the sensation so great that she had to release her precious hold of Crimson. With his hand still on her belly, Nataku drilled her slick hole relentlessly; her ass cheeks wobbling as his hips slammed into the fat flesh, the beautiful clapping filling the air. Ebony was in pure ecstasy, so much so that she had to lay forward on her burgeoning dome, her heavy girth sinking into the pillows. The sensation of the amazing male, fucking her hungrily, desiring to fill her with young stole away her control as she gripped the soft cushions beneath her, absorbing the frenzy of Nataku. Though her pussy was wondrous, gripping him like a vice, this was no time for pleasure and Nataku was always business, or so it seemed. He gripped her sweat covered belly with his other hand, giving him even greater leverage as he thrust deeper and deeper into the painfully gorgeous female, her body glowing anxiously.
Crimson sat back, slowly stroking his manhood, watching his oldest dragon lord fuck the virgin mercilessly. He loved her lustful, exhausted moans, the poor daemoness being ravaged by feelings and sensations unlike any she had ever felt. Nataku was quaking, he was going to cum soon and Crimson was going to get front row seats.
The young dragon was on the verge; sweat dripping his body as he fucked Ebony starry-eyed. She too was drenched, wet running off her turgid form in streams, her body hungry and awaiting her lovers seed, her body a fertile machine for breeding. With one last powerful thrust Nataku came; his cum pouring into her womb like a river, his seed immediately goin to work. A sudden energy overtook the daemoness then as she felt the first twinge of life within her. Quickly she rolled onto her back, her eyes wide with anxious hunger as she watched her burgeoning belly begin to swell, the taunt flesh growing and pulling tighter, the all too massive dome rapidly become fuller and heavier. Her breasts swiftly joined in on the act; milk pouring into the already hefty orbs; her erect nipples straining to contain the liquid within. Beneath her Ebony could feel her hips and ass widen to accommodate her expanding waist; she could feel the baby fat as it layered her body, giving her a more lush, sensuous shape. Within moments she was a plump, curvy picture of sex and motherhood. Ebony was pregnant. The veil of darkness fell.
Nataku stepped back and admired her new, womanly shape, Ebonys’ belly distending almost six-feet, a mountain of taunt, gravidity, swollen deliciously with life. Her hands joyously stroked her grand sphere, slick with sweat and stretched tight with young and ready for more. Crimson, his cock rigid from the awesome display pulled her to her feet, his strong hands gripping her round, expanded hips firmly. He looked long and hard at her wonderful, pear-shaped ass; each cheek fat yet firm. With the strength of an ancient wyrm he hoisted her up by her thick sides and planted her on his stiff tool. He was amazed at how heavy she was and Crimson sat back on the floor, on the edge of the pillow pit. She spread her thick, creamy thighs as her full, monstrous tummy dropped between them, the underside rubbing the course flesh of his cock. This drove her crazy as he proceeded to fuck her like a beast, which he was. She moaned with maddened lust, the burning, raging nature to breed filling her, the daemoness’ hands squeezing her huge baby filled belly, the slope starting between her wobbling and sloshing udders and rolling low between her meaty thighs. Ebonys’ gargantuan breasts flopped about as she slid up and down his shaft. He felt so good between her tight pussy lips, adding to the fullness of her womb. Nataku stepped up beside her; his thick rod again ready for action and she hungrily gobbled it down. He was hot; Ebony could taste herself on his skin. The young warrior knew he was going to cum again and soon, possibly before his sire, as the daemoness ravaged his pole with her tongue.
Crimson was in heaven. Even his recent quest, Isis, felt nothing compared to this daemon slut. He skillfully bounced the daemon bitch off his stock for many moments, Ebonys’ body jerking as she came repeatedly. Soon all she could do was pant with desire; her full body growing tired and weak. As with his younger companion, the old dragon knew this was going to be short and sweet. His sex was already twitching within her and he could sense the tide approaching. Ebonys’ protruding mound of pregnant glory jiggled with his heart-pounding thrusts, her voice quivering as she ground her sensuous hips into his. His grip grew tighter, the ancient concentrating on his upcoming climax. Watching the young woman bounce off him with an unseen hunger as she skillfully sucked Natakus’ hard pole, the masterful oral magic soon grew to be too much and he began to tense. Ebony felt it and flexed her pussy lips around the spasming cock within her as she, with a feather like touch, tickled Natakus’ nut sack that immediately tightened and he came for the second time, thick gouts cum filling her mouth. Crimson released while her mouth was full of spunk, savoring her look of lust and overwhelming sensation. Still gulping down dragon cum, Ebony placed her hands on her waist; cumming herself as she became lost in the sensuality of becoming impossibly pregnant; her burgeoning gravidity surging forth, spreading her hips as the swell grew. Crimson marveled at her weight, as Nataku marveled at her belly, ballooning to almost ten feet before his eyes, her flesh pulling tight and hard. The dark dragon lord escaped her incapacitating girth and smiled, his hand cautiously falling upon the frighteningly enormous dome, baby fat softening the turgid swell beneath his touch. She looked even more sensuous and stunning, both the wyrms’ cocks hopping to life, Ebony a sexy portrait of femininity. It was then that Lilith entered the room; her quadruplet sized belly leading the way, two plump humans blindly, drunkenly following behind her. Nataku hungrily licked his lips. The Gravidian witch simple pointed and the two feeders went to meet their fate. The young, ancient witch looked at Ebony, swollen unimaginably with pregnancy, shiny milk-laden breasts leaking with delicious cream, tiredly exploring her new, gorgeous body. Lilith merely purred and enjoyed the show.

From a room not too far away, Epyon and Olivia watched the conception through the Dhovarians’ glowing, magical belly; swollen fearfully, looking as if it could rupture with the young beasts held within. The queen of dragons patted her own full tummy, her lava pools churning as she imagined what she would soon look like; full and swollen, her body becoming all sexy curves, heavy with young. The old wyrm ran her silky tongue over her luscious lips.
“She is so BIG! When will it be my turn Dark Lord?”
The wicked immortal just smiled, his eyebrow bowing mischievously.
“Oh tonight good Queen…after dinner of course.”
It was Olivias’ turn to look amused. Khlabec released the poor Dhovarian, her body falling in a heap of exhaustion. Soon two young, massive bellied women walked in, a blue haired, silver skinned moon elf, her tummy shuddering with at least a dozen young and a severely pregnant human, her waist noticeably smaller than the elfs’, her short-cropped hair was jet with streaks of red. Behind them came Corbios, wearing his devilishly beautiful elven façade. Olivia glanced at Epyon, her hands shaking with anticipation.
“I felt Breeders would better suite our needs. Don’t you agree?”
Olivia just nodded, a sudden lust, a fiery hunger, instinctual drive to be hugely swollen with babies, to become forever pregnant a breeding machine. Epyons’ eyes burn a deep purple, Trinitys’ powers flowing through him as easily as his own.
Khlabec, his cock a tree trunk at full mast, the Dhovarians’ pussy juices still dripping off the stone hard muscle. The first of the Breeders just looked at the monstrous muscle, her body quivering as it approached, and her mouth watering just from the site of it. He stood in front of the human, her orbs dull and wide, staring without deviation at his strong tool. With one huge hand he pulled her forward, her full lips wrapping softly about the bulbous head until it looks as if he would split her beautiful head in two. She slowly, carefully sucks the disgustingly huge member until her mouth relaxes, allowing her to take more of the beast in. She can taste the Dhovarians’ pussy, the mystical aphrodisiac working swiftly as the Breeder starts working harder and harder, desperately trying to get more of Khlabec within her.
The queen of dragons gently begins to massage her heavy, liquid filled breasts, her nipples growing stiff as she squeezes the pliable flesh. The moon elf, escorted by Corbios, snuggles up beside the female dragon, caressing the hefty orb in her small hands before wrapping her juicy lips around the erect nub. Olivia swoons at the wonderful feeling; the painful pleasure of milk being suckled from her is all consuming. She hardly registers Corbios’ cock penetrating her own succulent lips, stuffing her wet mouth. Almost without a second thought she begins sucking on the massive tool, allowing her saliva to drool down the stock before hungrily slurping it back up. The lust driven queen gripped the thick rod, her hand pulling and twisting as she jerked him off. The daemon prince let out a husky breath, easing his hips forward as more of his cock slid down her throat.
The human Breeder was savagely working her mouth down the daemons’ muscle. Her tits and burgeoning belly were covered in spit, the young woman gagging herself on the beasts’ shaft. Khlabec continued to shove her head down his rigid girth, his lower arms grappling with her overstuffed boob flesh, slapping the beefy udders around his cock as she hungrily blew him. The sex fiend drilled her soft, pussy tight cleavage, while she concentrated her slutty efforts on his twitching head. The daemon was shuddering; he could feel his cum on the rise, his master forcing him to hold off his eruption before, seeking to keep the Dhovarian intact. This though was a Breeder, built for that singular purpose and he was ready to aid her. It had taken most of his self control not to cum with the horn headed bitch and now, this human, her mouth tearing the spunk from his cock was becoming unbearable. The multi-armed daemon looked to his master, his eyes pleading for satisfaction.
“Fuck her first my good Khlabec. I want Olivia to enjoy this moment, the conception of our young!”
Khlabec drew himself free of the humans wonderful mouth and amazing tits, hoisting her to her feet and then roughly bending her over; her ripe ass glaring up at him, her pussy wet and streaming; beckoning him to enter. Without hesitation the wicked creature buried his pole into her slick slit, her labia grabbing him as he went. Like a savage he fucked the human, her massive belly, hung low and heavy, quaking with his every thrust. Bouncing furiously her huge tits rocked wildly, Khlabec taking her like the beast he was.
Olivia was moaning between slurps on Corbios’ steed, the moon elf had licked and kissed her way down the wyrms swollen body, teasing and tantalizing the tight, turgid flesh. She spent several moments there, running her fingers gently over the titanic globe; massaging and caressing the frightfully taunt orb, allowing the ancient female to savor each wonderful stroke, light squeeze and tender probe. She went so far as to rub her own burgeoning orb against Olivias’, allowing the soft, wet flesh to playful ease the over stretched skin of the dragons’ tummy. Her belly quivered in ecstasy as the young elf worked her way under the monstrous slope; paying much needed attention to the forgotten underside of her globe. Finally she reached her destination, taking a deep draw of air, absorbing the fragrance of Olivias’ hidden sex. The understanding dragoness leaned back, spreading her plump thighs, revealing her love box to the hungry elf; all the while slurping up Corbios’ pole. The elf plunged into the tight, wet hole, her fingers and tongue working in masterful unison on her hot snatch, chewing and tweaking her clit while fucking her with her long digits. Heavy with gravidity, Olivia still arched and bucked as the elf worked her burning cunt with skill and passion. Corbios just watched as the Breeder worked the dragon into a frenzy, her lips still locked around his erection.
Khlabec was ferociously pounding the poor humans hole, the slapping of flesh ringing throughout the small room. She was just barely balancing herself, her hands flat on the onyx floor, her plump legs spread wide, her massive distended orb squeezed painfully as her huge juggs wobbled and sloshed about. Her lightly tanned skin was flushed with desire, her body literally soaked in perspiration as the beast ravaged her. She was panting heavily and squeezing her well-worked lips around the monster tearing into her sex. It wasn’t long before she was brought to the heights of desire, her sweet nectar squirting out of her pussy. Khlabec roared his approval, his claws drawing thin lines of blood on her expanded sides. He once again looked to his master who was slowly approaching, a wicked mask of villainy upon his handsome face. He walked by the three others in the room, Corbios relishing the terrific oral abilities of Olivia as she did the same with the elven Breeder. He decided that the young elven beauty would live another day; her skill at pleasing the dragoness was exceptional. This poor human on the other hand was going to provide an appetizing sideshow to what was soon to come. Within strides he was next to Khlabec and he looked up at his loyal fiend, nodding. The daemon jerked and shot jets of cum into the full-bellied slave. His orgasm was so powerful, so strong that he almost launched the poor girl off his rod but he held fast; pulling her down his shaft, ensuring his seed flooded her womb. She screamed out as it happened, begging for more and more as she soon began to swell, but she quickly understood that this not like before, this was more. It quickly became evident for her belly lunged forward with growth. Khlabec evilly shoved her the floor, her body rolling onto her side, the massive swell expanding even as she struggled to get to her back. Within seconds she her belly was twice as large as it had been, looking as if she carried a dozen big babies. The girl was lost in a wave of lust and joy and pain; her body, still swelling, fat and meat softening up her already beautiful body, growing rounder and fuller, then suddenly reacting as she went into labor. That was what she had felt before, the difference, it was her time to give birth, and her young would soon enter the world. She smiled and then instantly gritted her teeth as another contraction racked her frame. Still her belly grew, ballooning swiftly as she finally turned over, her monstrous dome a three foot tall mountain of creamy flesh, her heavy tits following suite, filling with milk, growing tight and appearing hard to touch. Epyon laid a gentle hand on the titanic sphere, feeling its volatile nature as it grew another foot beneath his hand. Khlabec, his work done, stepped up to the unconscious young golden haired beauty and he easily lifted up the exhausted Dhovarian and carried her pregnant body from the fray.
“Ah Stesha”, her eyes wide as she marveled at her belly, growing between her even thicker thighs, her huge tits parting as it swelled up between them, rising like dough, “you have to hold on. You will NOT give birth until I say so.”
Sweat was pouring off her now, the stress of labor and conception, of going through twelve months of pregnancy in seconds was forcing her mind into a whirlwind, consumed mostly by lust and the shear joy of birth. She looked at him, pain and agonizing pleasure swirling within the depths of her orbs but she just nodded, breathlessly and strained, oblivious to her dyer situation. Slowly Stesha sat up, her legs opened painfully, unnaturally wide, her belly, a six-foot ball of flesh at its summit, rested, quivering with life between her fat legs, her body looking plump and delicious, ready to explode, veins mapping out the frightfully turgid flesh, completely smooth, her belly button lost long ago, glistening with stress and perspiration. Pressure built up within her, centralizing on the peak of her gravidity. Stesha breathed deep and low, doing as her master wished, holding off her desire to push, her desire to give birth to her babies. With the power of the pure force of Epyons’ will, the poor girl held her explosive delivery. She watched as her master stepped up to Olivia, his eyes flaming lights of royal purple.
The moon elf felt the presence of her master and moved her burgeoning body as swiftly as she could. Epyon watched her deliciously plump little body writhe and squirm as she moved away from him, her ass, a scrumscious round bubble, shifting beautifully as she crawled away. He looked at her, his eyes still burning brightly.
“Zhoea, go play with Stesha; she’ll soon be ready!”
The moon elf carefully got to her feet, her big swollen belly jutting out four feet. She had been in the Breeding chamber longer than Stesha, her body heavy with the young of orcs and gnolls. Slowly Zhoea waddled towards poor Stesha, her belly a monstrously swollen orb shivering, quaking with frightful expectancy, bulges gathering and pressing against the taunt, over stretched flesh of her gravidity, her beautiful face drenched in sweat as she desperately held off the birth. Her belly must have weighed at least eighty or ninety pounds of pure baby, she looked ready to burst at any moment. Zhoea leaned down, her full swell sleek and wet, feeling hot against Steshas’ strained flesh, and she looked into the humans eyes; gem blue orbs blurred with dreams of motherhood, and then the moon elf kissed her; deep and soulful. Zhoeas’ hands caressed and stroked the ready to pop tummy, drawing the clawing hands of the daemons within. Stesha moaned with pained ecstasy; her lips pressed hard against the full-bellied elf as the beasts teased the insides of her swollen gravidity.
Olivia reluctantly released the daemon princes’ hulking stock, the massive phallus falling heavily upon her milk-laden orbs, as his dark father approached. Leaning back, stretching her bulbous frame, she quickly clamped her plump udders around the full log; Corbios straddling her bountiful chest, the silky meat doing wonders to his sensitive flesh. Epyon soon emerged, standing before her like a giant, his eyes shimmering with magic and cruelty. Almost lovingly the wicked lord rested his hands upon her egg-engorged belly, testing its tautness, the skin tight yet soft and searing with heat. Gently he placed his lips upon it, running his mouth down her wicked slope until he could smell the sweet, honey aroma of her flower. In just a few licks he reached his target, her pussy wet and leaking with desire. His tongue lashed out lightening quick; he tasted her for the first time. Olivia growled deep, like a true dragon, the walls vibrating with the force as Epyon showed her what a true master could do. Even as she tit fucked Corbios, his poor schlong twitching with excitement, the dragon queen thrust against the immortals mouth, forcing him deeper and deeper into her twat until finally she came, rich cream spilling over his face. It was wonderful. He stood up, looking down at her, over the mountain of flesh, her eyes slivers, her huge juggs scrambling over the length of his sons wood, until Corbios obscured his vision, completely straddling her chest. Epyon grinned and slowly eased his frightfully huge cock into her slickness, her cunt wet and sloppy, sucking him in to the hilt of his organ. He let out a slow, nearly orgasmic breath, her tight lips grasping him as if they were thinking on their own. Olivia made no sound, her face contorting into a beautiful mask of primal lust. With smooth, long thrusts the dark immortal fucked her.
Stesha was panting with all she had, deep guttural moans occasionally slipping out as Zhoea; who managed to slide beneath the humans now squatting form from behind, was sucking and torturing her gaping snatch, never missing and inch of the hypersensitive flesh. Her belly, swollen and distended almost eight feet, the mass looking to be a hundred or more pound ball of pure pregnancy, was literally shaking visibly as it begged to erupt. Somehow she had managed gyrate her fearfully swollen body over Zhoeas’ lapping tongue, burying the elfs lips into her ripe pussy, her juices flowing over the young girls mouth. It was a marvel to watch, erotic, as it was saddening. The moon elf was hungrily dinning on the delectable muff, her mouth exploring every crevasse of the wet flower; the rich cream of Steshas’ sex overflowing from her lips, her hands squeezing and kneading the humans’ expanding ass.
The dragon queen was groaning in orgasmic glee, the dark lord Epyon relentlessly driving his cock further and further up the female wyrms’ fertile womb. She was desperately trying to catch Corbios’ steed in her mouth as his great member glided through bounty of tit flesh, his rear slapping against the rise of her belly. The young prince was on the verge as was his father; his shaft buried within her.
“Move son…I want her to witness this moment of glory!”
Slowly, cautiously Corbios eased his schlong from the depths of her bosom and rose from Olivias’ vision. There she looked upon a beautiful sight, her sleek legs spread wide, her big round breasts resting to either side of a mountain of flesh; tight, smooth and round, distended almost three-feet, and above that, Epyon; his ebony skin, slick and shiny with sweat, his muscles tight and rippling, ready for climax. His hands rubbed her slope, easing and stimulating her burning flesh until she thought she would burst with pleasure. With great strength Olivia pushed herself up, squeezing her massive swell tightly, seductively painful, her huge orbs spreading out to the sides of the gigantic dome; her pussy lips gripping Epyons’ member even tighter. It was sensational and Epyon tensed, gritting his teeth and smiled. He managed one last thrust and with a deep groan he came. His seed streamed into her like a thick, molasses river, pouring into her womb and swiftly going to work. Instantly Olivia gasped and then screamed in pure, absolute ecstasy; a scream so loud it was silent and her hands clasped her belly. It was quick and painful as much as it was pleasing, her womb rapidly swelling with life as she watched her great dome grow and grow, the flesh tightening, as the orb became full and heavy, laden with large children. Baby fat began to spread about her body, her gorgeous frame becoming softer, curvier, and sexier, the mass of Olivias’ belly rising above her with such utter beauty and purity that it seemed wrong. The shear size of the mountainous sphere forcing her on her back, the stress and stimulus of growing so pregnant so quickly weakening her arms until she had to lay flat. The full juggs of milk lying upon her chest swelled also, the rich liquid filling them without end until they sprayed delicious cream freely, their flesh tight and shiny, appearing almost painful. Olivia was in heaven, if she could imagine such a place. When the dark lord stepped away he looked upon the newly impregnated wyrm. She was full and swollen, her taunt flesh rising above her almost six-feet, a glorious mountain of pregnant gravidity; Olivias’ milk filled breasts rising and falling slowly with her every breath, her body recovering from her newly acquired weight. Corbios slid up behind her and with power he lifted up the mother-to-be; tightly squeezing her monstrous globe, the flesh tight and shiny, sweat glistening off her tanned flesh, her eyes heavy with lust, strands of damp hair spider-webbing the beautiful females face. Her thick, shapely legs were spread wide, her full, weighty dome resting heavily between them; her overflowing breasts hanging slightly to sides, ivory liquid rolling from her thick, erect nipples. For the first time she could see Stesha, impossibly pregnant; her belly distended at least eight-feet or more, shivering with expectancy and clawed hands stroking the insides of the burgeoning dome, her plump legs shaking as she squatted down over the face Zhoea; Olivias’ skillful lover of before. The human looked ready to explode in any second. She hungrily licked her lips, the human was fat and looking delicious to the starving dragon. With amazing grace and strength Olivia eased herself to her feet, the massive turgid ball of her abdomen jutting out six or more feet, perfect and smooth and absolutely beautiful. She waddled over to the poor human and smiled, squatting down to look at the lovely female face to face. Stesha could barely make out the pregnant dragoness through hallucinations of birth and she grinned drunkenly before grimacing as the contractions grew more fierce and frequent. Olivia pulled the humans face towards hers, their lips embracing tightly, their tongues fighting for space in eachothers mouths; Stesha trying to catch her breath between the orgasms given to her by Zhoea, the pangs of labor and passion of the dragon queens’ kiss. She was in a literal tidal wave of sensations and feelings and it was soon to be over. Olivia released the embrace and looked into the females’ hazy eyes.
“Zhoea…move. I want Stesha to feel this with me. When he cums it will be all over”, Olivias’ hands stroking Steshas’ flush and flustered face, “you will feel nothing like you have ever felt before, joy and wonder. All you have to do is to make him cum. Can you do that for your master?”
Stesha moaned, barely able to speak.
“Yy…yyyeessss…mm…mmaa…mmaakkee…cc…cuumm!”
Olivia purred.
“Yyyeessss!”
Like a cat the dragoness was playing with her food. Zhoea eased herself from beneath the swollen beauty and crawled away from Stesha and moved to a corner of the room. She watched in forced joy as Epyon stepped before her human companion, now sprawled upon her back, her turgid swell a hulking monstrosity of gravid flesh, begging to explode. His cock was thick and rigid and he slid the cum-covered-organ into Steshas’ tight, slick cunt. Somehow, even with the activity of the dark lord pounding away at her sex the human Breeder held off the birth, willing her body to stay together. Beside her Corbios was entering Olivia, the gorgeous wyrm cooing as he filled her. Both the dragon queen and daemon prince knew he would not last long for he was shivering with anticipation. He pumped her long and slow, each withdraw pulling forth more and more of his seed until he knew he was done. With one last thrust he came and she howled as the monstrous sphere surged with life, filling and growing, her body becoming rounder and fuller and thicker.
Stesha watched the sight and thrust harder against the immortal. She was ready to deliver but she had to make her master cum. The angelic lady whose own body was swelling with new life told her thus. With all her strength the doomed female ground her hips against her lords until she felt him twitch within her slickness, pausing for a moment and then driving even further up his stalk.
After only a few moments Olivia was twice her previous size, her pregnant swell distending fully nine-and-a-half-feet, her massive breasts hanging heavily to her sides, sweat glinting off her wonderfully curvaceous, swollen body. She was exhausted and tired but savagely hungry. Corbios was sated and slumped to the ground, smiling menacingly. Olivia reached over and began squeezing and stroking Steshas’ wobbling udder, wondering what fun she could have with her soon to be meal, her other free hand caressing her own sensuous shape. The human gripped her volatile gravidity as if she could hold the overly swollen flesh together, the skin bruised and rippling, veins running across it like a map. She must have been holding at least a hundred and forty pounds of swollen belly. Epyon was ready to blow but he stopped.
“Ask me!”
A simple deadly command.
“Cc…cc…cum ff…for…mm…mmeee!”
With those panted words he came. The thick cream shot into her with power and cruel intension. The dark lord stepped back and watched as her titanic and explosive dome made one last sudden surge of expansion and then stopped. The human lurched upward and with gritted teeth, thin streams of blood running down her quivering lip; she still held her delivery. Stesha looked at him, waiting for his command, for him to allow her to give birth.
“Release him!”
Stesha moaned deep and low, her back arching awkwardly, painfully, almost orgasmicly; pushing the great weight forward as deep crimson X emerged along the summit of the mighty dome. She held that position, her body shivering, making a frighteningly animalistic sound until finally her belly, with a liquidly pop and fleshy rip, unable to hold, her will broken and freed, bursts in a spray of bloody flesh and meat, her insides spilling out as a slender humanoid creature emerged, his eyes yellow and glowing. Stesha shuddered and twitched, her sight growing dark, her son the last thing she would see.
“Hello son. Zhoea, feed our new mother to be.”

That morning Raylenethos awoke, tired and sore, as if she had been working out all night. Quintex was sitting next to the bed, his eyes closed and hands resting lightly on his blade. Gingerly and quietly she sat up, looking around the room, then suddenly realizing her stomach was sore. She looked down at her flat belly and rubbed the smooth flesh. Easing herself out bed the gorgeous half elf rested her feet onto the warm, for some strange reason she felt completely comfortable standing nude before the immortal. Though she had no reason for it the thought of him seeing her nude didn’t bother her at all. It was a rather pleasing thought. She looked about and noticed steam rising from a curtain-covered doorway off to the right of the room. Slowly she reached down to her belt and drew her thin elven blade, then silently she made her way to the curtain. Smoothly she drew back the strangely soft cloth and gasped, a full bath of warm, purplish liquid. Before she could even smile she felt his presence behind her, Quintex standing tall with sword in hand. Raylenethos casually looked over her shoulder.
“It’s just a bath.”
Though she could not see it, she felt his smirk and then him casually leave the room. With that cue, the beautiful rouge eased into the strange water. It was hotter than she expected but not uncomfortably so, tingling as she lowered her body until she was submerged just above her glorious tits. The warm liquid seemed to massage her body, stealing away all the soreness of before. Within minutes she was fast asleep, allowing the water to replenish her strength.
All the companions found baths such as this, though two of them found even larger surprises. Celeste groggily opened her eyes, her hands smoothly running over her body; exploring her full, larger breasts and finally resting upon her belly. Instantly she was awake. With a slight bit of fear and an extreme amount of excitement she sat up and sighed with relief, love and joy, floating thickly upon the sight before her. She was pregnant, carrying the children of a dwarven prince. Her hands gently stroked her waist, swollen tightly looking about three months along. It was firm and yet soft beneath her touch. Celeste could feel that her body was a bit thicker in the waist and hips but this only gave her a more sultry, sensuous look. The lovely female yawned and stretched just as her evenings lover walked into the room. Thorin was grinning broadly at the stunning female before him, holding within her his prodigy.
“Ye finally awake lass’. Been sleepin’ like o’ baby all morning. Breakfast be’ ready soon enuf’! We ta be meetn’ tho queen after that.”
Celeste purred and curled about the bed, reveling in her new body and status, as mother.

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Khambien gently rubbed Charlize sexy new shape, her breast heavier and fuller; her tummy round and swollen. She looked about four and a half months along, which was amazing because the two had only made love last night. By the immortals she was beautiful. The snow elf could hardly believe that he would be a father in a few months; though she looked as if she would be ready in much less time. He laid a loving hand on her beautiful body, causing the new mother to stir and awaken. She opened her deep brown eyes, moving slowly and sexily under his touch, reaching as she allowed her body elongate and stretch. Her hand found his and grasped it lovingly.
“Good morning handsome.”
“How are you feeling?”
She slowly sat up, resting upon her arms, looking wondrously down at her new, beautiful body; her belly distended deliciously though not enough to yet hinder her movements. She felt powerful, stronger and defiantly sexier.
“I feel…perfect.”
Khambien leaned and kissed her, then eased off just a bit. Charlize looked at him, worried but only for a moment.
“What in the nine hells is Raylenethos going to say?”
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After a long relaxing bath Raylenethos got dressed and was ready to join the others. Shae’lee had informed them that they would be meeting with Whendyee that morning, to discuss how the Batarian would aid the heroes. Along with Quintex and the dwarven female Jhessyana, the others were already present in the great stalactite carved into a tight spiral, its tip almost touching the earth far below. As they walked in Raylenethos’ eyes nearly flew from their sockets. Whendyee sat in a mushroom throne, her huge breasts; heavy and tight, rested upon her massively distended belly; almost five-feet of delicious shimmering tummy, swollen full and much larger than it had been last night; after she had given birth to sixteen babies. She was pregnant again and she looked so content that it tugged at the half elfs’ heart. That was not what had startled her. She nearly ran to her gypsy friend, her hand landing gently but quickly onto the thief’s’ tummy, jutting out a good two or more feet, the cinnamon flesh taunt and shiny, yet so warm and soft; almost like a pillow of doe feathers. The two locked eyes instantly and tears welled up in their eyes. They hugged tightly, Charlize pregnant belly pressing wonderfully into her flat trim stomach. Slowly the broke apart and her gaze fell onto her other friend, the snow elf standing extremely close to the mother-to-be. Even as tears ran down her cheeks, a beautiful smile forming onto her face. The unusually quiet rouge just through her a wink; then he nodded over to the opposite side of the room. Raylenethos was almost scared to look but she did so anyway. Her jaw dropped as she saw Celeste, her tummy expanded as well; she looked nearly three months pregnant, nothing compared to Charlizes’ five months. It was then the thought crossed her mind. On her heels she spun on her gypsy companion.
“Ummm…how?”
Charlize lovingly stroked her gorgeous swell, smiling widely. Then almost haphazardly she shrugged.
“Sebron knows.”
The young, powerful mage was chatting to Tia’bella, her own tummy sticking out far in front of her, tight and perfectly spherical, larger than it had been the previous night. She was radiant, as were Celeste and Charlize. The handsome male looked over to Raylenethos, noticing the gorgeous Batarian pointing towards her. She glanced at her friends then pleading raised her hands, the silent question was sent. Sebron closed his eyes and Raylenthos could hear the answer in her head though no words were spoken.
“It was the temple we slept in last night; a breeding temple for our hosts. The magic incantations placed within it cause most females to instinctively hunger to become pregnant, the sexual energy is almost overwhelming, in a good way. This is how the Batarian thrive. Rivin and Hollee are…naturally resistant to most of the magic though it still affects. Lady Kira is pregnant already, as is Jhessyana, only their lust was empowered. Love protected Toc, which is why Ruby is still…well without child, though she did try. I was not present, therefore I could hold off from the intensity of the ancient spell. I am assuming that Quintex is immune because he is an immortal and related to those who cast the magic, and why you are also not pregnant”, Raylenethos’ face showing a bit of question though Sebron could not see it, “and are quite worried about your companions. Do not fear, though they will both grow large and heavy with child, they are quite safe and have nine months till they give birth. They just may have to change their lifestyles.”
With that he opened his eyes and nodded to the thief, though he knew that the simple, short answer would not be enough, it would calm her for now. Raylenethos rubbed her temple; the psionic conversation was something she was not ready for. Shae’lee was now motioning for Tia’bella who slowly waddled up next to the throne, her smile full of love and joy. The second was also smiling, her gaze usually falling upon Sebron and then the others. Lady Kiras’ eyes flashed with jealousy, though only for a moment, as she remembered whom she was fawning over, her attention going to the Batarian queen who was beginning to speak.
“Our guests, you have honored us with your bravery and have granted me a gift, greater than any words can explain”, the regal female looking over to a chamber off to her right where her children rested, “and for which we and all Batarian shall forever be in your debt. You have also come to aid us in freeing the Underdark from the tyranny that is Nightstorm. Legends shall remember the days to come. As for how we may aid you in your endeavors, Shae’lee and our best guide, Voodoo have offered to lead you to your destination. Thorin, we cannot speak for you and yours though we suspect the answer.”
The dwarf stood proud, the king and lord of his people.
“Me an mine will be wit’ you. Jhessyana, along wit’ Odin Cleaverskull and Galin the Trollstomper, they’ll be comin’ wit’ us. The three o’ them be knowin’ this land better than me self.
Whendyee looked upon them, a sadness in her eyes, and a yearning.
“Though I wish I could go with you or offer more I cannot. What I can do is this!”
The Batarian queen closed her soft eyes and spread her winged arms, allowing her huge belly to be bare. With quickness it flashed as energy shot from it and struck both Charlize and Celestes’ bellies. The two gasped at the warm, sensual touch and then smiled with appreciation.
“No matter where you are, we will be able to find you if you need us.”
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Rivin was gathering roots for below the Batarian encampment for a particularly nasty spell he had in mind for the shadow bitch Nightstorm when he felt the soft hands slide over his shoulders. He turned to see Hollee, standing with a wry little grin. The old dragon stood and looked down at the buxom beauty, which had yet to utter a word. Slowly she removed her magical cloak and eased the top of her leather armor down, revealing her full, heavy breasts, round and firm, yet soft to the touch. She lifted one of the hefty orbs to her sensuous lips, wrapping them around the thick nipple until it stiffened in her mouth. Slowly she released it, not before running her long silken tongue over the erect nub. The thief’s voice was thick and sexy, with a teasing poutiness.
“We did not get an evening alone so I have decided on a compromise.”
Without another word and not giving the arcane a chance to speak she reaches into his robes and yanks down his breeches beneath. Rivins’ huge member immediately pops out from the folds of his mage attire. It was beautiful and the gorgeous female licked her lips in appreciation. With a gentle, caressing hand she gripped the massive thickness, slowly twisting and stroking the great length. The green skinned tower of manhood closed his eyes as the feeling of his lovers touch wash through him. Hollee gripped him with her other hand and fiercely jerked the mighty phallus. Her grip was strong and Rivin; no slouch in the stamina department, was not sure how long he would last under her barrage. For many moments she did this, licking away at the swollen head adding to the torture. Finally she eased the huge thing into her hot mouth. It took all he had not to shoot his load right then as her silk muscle hugged his veiny shaft, her hands still stroking his base. Hollee quickly went to work, sucking hard and deep on his cock, her tongue starting a intense twirl over the twitching head. She could already feel him begin to tense as he gasped and grunted with delight. Her deep brown orbs caught his aqua green orbs, allowing him to read the deep hunger and lust held with her. Seeing her lover in such erotic agony turned her on even more and she began concentrating on the head; occasionally deep throating him to keep him from cumming. This wondrous blowjob lasted for almost twenty minutes, the sexy thief swallowing up as much of his stock as she could while hoisting up her beefy mounds and running the satin pillows along the underside of his shaft. This was too much for him and he gripped her shoulder, unable to verbally warn her. Her head bobbed like a piston and within seconds he came, heavy gouts of salty spunk shoot down her throat. Hollee gulped down the thick liquid with relish, her cheeks puffy with the amount of cream. When he finally calmed Hollee looked up at him and winked. She stood up, dressed herself and with a soft kiss to his chest the buxom vixen strolled off. Rivin remembered why he picked her as a mate.

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The companions left that night, after resting and gathering supplies. The two new dwarves, Odin and Galin were a strange lot. Odin was huge, even for a dwarf; standing five and a half feet tall, wielding a massive warhammer in one hand and a battle axe in his other. His beard was black and grimy, his face aged with battle scars. Clad in jet armor covered in spikes of various sizes they were told that he was a battle rager, a berserker. Galin was a handsome dwarf, young and lithe, for his kind, with long blondish brown dreadlocks. He just stood at four feet and carried with him a huge metal crossbow. Galin wore gray leather and chain armor, hidden under a cloak that seemed blend into the background. His eyes were a bright gray, full of life and he stayed noticeably close to Jhessyana, who often gave him desired and loving looks. The new Batarian was delicious; creamy pale skin and wings, long sleek legs, full seductive hips with a perfectly onion shaped ass. Her eyes were charcoal dark as was her hair, curly and cascading down the arch of her back. Her lips, plump and succulent and her tits, heavy and swollen, hanging beautifully off her chest and topped with thick dark nipples. Voodoo was healthy, not as slender as Shae’lee but it gave her an even greater womanly sensuousness that tugged at all the male loins.
It would be a few days travel and the sense of danger was laying upon them and fear. Now it was time to be serious.

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The dragon shot through the sky as he sped towards the Blood Mountains. The vile Bragon was no more but this did not satisfy him. Iceburn wanted Crimson and the mere thought consumed him. That wyrm was to be his and his alone. Yet something was amiss. Bragon, out on his own and heading for…where? Was Crimson that way? No matter. He would be looking to avenge his youngest child soon enough and that would be his doom. The coldfire dragon pushed himself. Crimson would be his.

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Two days had passed since he brought them aboard and already the sea was churning its disapproval. Something upon it did not please the Lady of the Waters, Oceans and Seas, the Lady LeMay. Razes’ crew had noticed it in abundance; their own hatred swelling up after they had witnessed the loss of one their own to these beasts, not to mention one of the few sluts they had to entertain them. The orc was highly annoyed with the situation had been pushing his crew for utmost speed to the Nightingale. The sooner they unloaded these shadow riders the quicker he and his men would feel, would be free. Thara and the Lady Death had broken off east towards Rainwood and away from the Killjoy on the first night out. He was traveling south and at top speed, if the wind still remained strong, they would arrive within a three weeks time. Upon the third night the captain received his first visit from Epyons’ huntsmen, one that he would remember the rest of his days. Like a darkness on the darkness the cloaked thing entered his room, the door silent with fear. Raze was not one to scare easy but as the dark death approached he could feel the evil touch his soul…his soul! The air grew cold and stale. The breathe of rot and decay was stifling and caused the orc to choke on its thickness. Standing almost nine feet tall, a rolling, writhing shadow flowed about him. Then it spoke, a deep hollow hissing, as if many voices were speaking at once in the deepest of chasms, echoing almost forever, slow and calculating.
“Captain Razzeeee! How farrrr?”
It took a moment for the proud pirate to regain his resolve and bolster his nerve. When he spoke, it was with confidence.
“A few weeks journey. Two if Lady LeMay grants us leave, three at best.”
It’s cowl covered head seemed to cock to the side and again Raze heard the ghostly, hideous laughter, coming from all around him save from the dark rider.
“She wishes usss not to passs. The lady of the sea knows not that The Fallen answer to none!”
With that the thing turned and as quietly and easily as it entered it left, the room instantly becoming brighter; the candles flickering back to life. Raze narrowed his eye.
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Surprising to Voodoo and Shae’lee, the troop ran into little trouble as they made their way to Nightstorms’ conclave, hidden within the bowls of the illithid city. Wishing to go unnoticed they decided not to face the Yuan Ti patrol that they had encountered on the third day. From what Galin could understand, the sudden loss of the Batarian queen and the unbelievable death of Ethilascha had caused a stir, all the illithids were going to stay within their homes. He was one of the most powerful of his illithid brethren and him falling to anything less than a dragon was unimaginable. Raylenethos looked over Hollee, who was grinning, her eyes sharp and wicked. The evil psionicists were not ones to frighten easily but they were not fools either. Apparently most of the Yuan Ti were out hunting and the city was surrounded by the troll and goblin hordes, along with any male drow and or dwarven slaves. Batarian were used for breeding only. Voodoo hissed. After a few hours of the patrols passing they emerged upon the illithid city. Immediately the heart left the heroes, even as awe overwhelmed them. The city itself was beautiful, spiraling towers of onyx, twisting up to the heights of a ten-mile or so long cavern, nearly three miles high, encircling a huge glass dome, greenish light pulsating from it. A wall of stalagmites surrounded the glorious structures. Outside of the city was an army of hundreds, mostly dwarves and drow; shackled, starved and utterly subservient, patrolling the walls or just standing in wait. From their position, a good two miles away, none could see the shaken heroes. Raylenethos looked over at the Batarians, her face; for the first time was sad and weak. Her sweet voice was shaky, a mere whisper.
“How ?”
Sebron gently squeezed her shoulders, trying to calm his new friend. Shae’lee stared at her hard. Voodoo was the on e to answer, strong and angry.
“They sweep the mind. Though those poor ones out there do not wish to be there they have to. The illithids hive mind has them now and to free them we must destroy it. My people do not posses the power to overcome such a will. When we attack most of us are enslaved and as the snake people said, we are breeders for the damned illithids.”
Shae’lee just looked out upon the slave guards And then beyond them. She gasped suddenly. Rivin and Lady Kira were the next to see it. Behind the horde was a dragon, a huge black dragon. Rivin looked at Hollee in utter shock.
“What in the nine hells is Hollownight doing here?”
“Nightstorm called in a favor or he is just visiting.”
The arcane did not find the latter comment amusing at all. Charlize scooted up behind them, her armor modified to allow her growing belly breathing room. She looked at the massive serpent, two curved horns wickedly protruding from his dark, scaly head. He was lying low upon the ground, his dark scales and black wings camouflaging his presence. These illithids were truly evil.
“So what now?”
Sebron moved to the back of the group and with a wave of his hand and mirror formed in the empty space. He lifted his hands, bringing his fingertips together, a small ball of magic forming at the ends.
“Find he who burns with icy flame!”
At the command the small orb hurls itself into the mirror. Then he waves his hand over the mirror again and turns to the group. Raylenethos looks at it and then to Quintex, who had been relentlessly watching the dragon. He turned to her as she gave him a wink.
“We go to be heroes!”
As if a great weight had been lifted, the group felt a new resolve and strength come upon them. The vile mind flayers were in for a treat. Raylenethos took a deep breath and drawing Wicked Lady, she stepped cautiously through the mirror.
As she emerged her sword hummed and immediately she swung high to the right, severing the head of a very startled goblin. She looked about and say cages upon cages of Batarian, their poor bellies literally consuming their bodies; swollen immeasurably huge, rising above them like flesh covered mountains; each quivering with explosive expectancy, small bumps rising here and there as the young tested their boundaries; the females breasts, over ripe melons ready to burst with milk. There were drow and dwarven females in the cages as well, their tummies massively swollen and on the verge of bursting. They cooed softly, their minds lost in their unimaginable pregnancies. In some of the cages were grotesque, rotting corpses; dead Batarian, drow and dwarves, their stomachs split like rotted fruit, their huge tits lying to the sides in a disgusting, awkward manor, their faces masks of terror and hatred and orgasmic relief.
“Oh my gawd!”
That was all she could say. Slowly she moved forward as her companions stepped into the breeding hall. Charlize vomited at the sight of the first corpse, the smell, the udder terror and morning sickness hitting her at once; Khambien quickly moving to her side. Voodoo rushed to one particular cage and fell to her knees, weeping. Shae’lee looked into the bared room, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked upon the dead Batarian within. Sebron too was moved, anger finally stealing his calm demeanor. He stepped up next to the mourning Batarian, his eyes alight with green magic.
“I shall avenge her.”
His voice was steady and sure, so much so that Voodoo stopped crying and stood to her feet, strength welling within her. She gazed into glowing green orbs, the magical flame licking from their edges.
“She was my sister.”
The light mage nodded and with a snap of his fingers the dead Batarian bodies become engulfed in the greenish flame and are gone instantly. Lady Kira slides up next to the powerful half elf, her hands sliding around his waist.
“May they rest in peace.”
There was nothing they could do to aid those Batarian who had already been impregnated; not until they were ready to give birth. Then the more powerful Batarian priestesses could hopefully keep the illithid young within from tearing free and killing the mother. They would have to move quickly if they were to save them. As for those who were not yet touched, there was still hope. As they were moving from the hall Celeste noticed movement from one cell that appeared empty. She stopped, Thorin and Odin who were following close behind stepped up in front of her when they noticed the subtle motion. In a flash Odin had his weapons in hand as the voice came out, halting the group.
“Wait. Two iron golems guard the door, along with a necromancer, one of the Sisters of Dark Birth. If you leave she and her unliving young will have you or at least have time to warn the othersss.”
Instantly the dwarves recognized the manor of speech, Galins’ crossbow bearing down. It was Shae’lees’ quick action that stopped them. Thorin looked at her with battle in his heart. She looked at him, at all the dwarves pleadingly. Slowly the winged female turned.
“Kasornin? Sister is that you?”
Form the shadows she emerged, an amazing looking female. She was young in appearance and unlike any of the Yuan Ti they had seen she had long curly hair, brown with locks of gold and blonde, very similar to Shae’lee, her flesh was tinted green and lightly scaled, as a reptiles. Even more stunning was that she was pregnant Big, heavy breasts with taunt, milk tipped nipples rested upon a shelf of pregnancy, her belly jutting out a good five feet. Kasornins’ hips were wide and shapely, accommodating the sixty pounds of belly that she caressed with slightly scaly hands. Her sensuous hips led directly into a long shapely tale that slithered seductively behind her unique and still tantalizing body. Needless to say all mouths were agape. With silted, snake like eyes the gorgeous Yuan Ti slithered up to the cage, her burgeoning swell pressing against the rusty, copper colored bars. As she smiled, the warmth of motherhood eased the tension of the dwarven warriors and even more convincing was Shae’lees’ reaction; rushing to the cell, her hands clasping the half woman, half serpent hands with absolute love.
“What n’ tha’ nine hells is tis!”
Jhessyana quickly shushed the annoyed battle rager though she too was thinking the same.
“Sister have they found you out?”
Kasornins’ smile broadened and she even chuckled a bit, her full tummy jiggling a bit. She shook her head, the lustrous locks of hair swishing about.
“No, no sssister, though the illithids do suspect I fear. Due to my…condition I still live but they have placed me here to watch over the others, and to remind me of my loyalties. When one of us goesss into labor I am to inform the bitch outside and sssshe and her slavesss come to collect the young, taking the mother to become impregnated again or leaving the bodiesss here to rot. Thank you Master Sebron.”
With that she bowed low, her tight gravidity brushing the stone floor. The half-elven mage then moved to the cell and his emerald eyes flickered then flamed up with sudden recognition. With a glance the lock on the cage burned and melted away, the joyous Batarian quickly throwing open the barred door and sweeping up the huge bellied Yuan Ti, embracing almost painfully tight. Sebron turned to the others, Voodoo specifically.
“Kasornin is an informant for the Batarian underground. She is the only of her kind to be raised by the Batarian; her adopted mother, Shae’lees’ birth mother, decided to make them blood sisters; forever connecting the two and keeping Kasornins’ heart pure and true to your people”, looking at the others, “she is one us.”
“Then she shall come with us!”
Quintex looked at Raylenethos as she made the commanding announcement. Serenity smiled at him, still proud of her chosen protectors. Kasornin looked up at them over her sisters’ shoulder, tears welling up in her serpentine orbs.
“What of my sisters in the breeding arena? We must rescue them! And the dwarves and drow enslaved here!”
Raylenethos gave her a wicked smirk.
“After today, the underdark will forever be changed!”
Khambien lovingly squeezed Charlize hand. This was going to be fun.

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Lethan awoke, her huge swell grumbling with hunger. She looked around to her nymphs and sister, all of whom where deep in slumber, lying on their sides or backs; their massive bellies protruding out many feet or rising above them like great mountains of flesh, most of their energy used mainly to feed and occasionally fuck one of her brothers fiends. The gorgeous immortal had spent her night talking to them in the dream world, a gift from her baby sister. How she hated to leave such freedom, Lethan feeling her thoughts grow clouded until all she desired was food and sex. The breeders were huddled together, tired and even more pregnant, Epyon forcing them into an orgy with a group of hobgoblins. Teela and Cassandra were by far the largest; their turgid bellies perfect spheres of pregnancy, tight and quivering with expectancy. The newest to the harem was a Gravidian witch, Sister Dhonytae. Unlike the rest, she was free to do as she pleased, and was powerful beyond reason. It was she who noticed Lethan stir, her sensuous, heavy lidded orbs opening from a long sleep. Slowly the witch rose to her feet and waddled to the unbelievably gigantic immortal, her tummy distended far from her fattened, plump frame, luscious and sexy in all its curvy sensuality. After a few minutes Dhonytae reached her, placing a deceitfully gentle hand upon the wonderful gravidity, her other hand stroking her own huge, baby filled belly. Lethan purred as Dhonytae ran her sharp nails along the taunt flesh of her pregnancy. The immortals steel blue eyes began to swirl with magic and locked onto the full-bellied sorceress. With sudden recognition of power greater than her own Dhonytaes’ orbs shot up to the immortals.
“Yes my mistress.”
Dhonytae gently lifted up one of Lethans’ monstrously milk filled breasts, her tongue running up the heavy slope, taking in the stream of sweet liquid that leaked in abundance from her thick, erect nub. She slowly closed her lush lips around the jutting nipple and drank, the sudden release of pressure causing an instant orgasm to rush through the frightfully swollen immortal, her swollen frame shuddering visibly. As the nectar poured down her throat, she could feel her body filling out, growing softer, fleshier. She clasped her hands to her sides and was amazed, her body becoming fat and plump under her touch; still she suckled from the laden breast. Pressure built up with her rapidly growing middle, the smooth skin silky and beautiful, Dhonytae was soon feeling full. Lethan ran her fingers through the Wickens’ reddish brown hair; the soft locks intertwining with her slender digits. The Gravidian reluctantly released the massive udder only to hoist the other immense orb up and clamp down upon the tense nipple; her warm flesh rubbing against that of the Lady of Lust, their fat breast mashing together, the plump turgid bellies teasing one another. Another tremendous orgasm washed over Lethan who moaned deeply as her sex released her hot juices, which splashed against the underside of the titanic sphere. Dhonytae continued to swallow down the gallons of milk within the immortals immense breasts. Her dome was heavy as the fatty liquid poured in, she soon felt that she would burst if she did not stop but still she drank. Cupping the lower curve of her grand sphere she swallowed up as much of Lethans’ breast milk as possible, whimpering in her fullness but still gulping down the contents. Orgasms had begun to roll through the massively swollen immortal, almost nonstop, completely fogging her mind to Dhonytaes’ plight. Through immeasurable will and the fact that Lethans’ powers had weakened the Gravidian witch released the sloshing tit. Slowly she backed away until plopping down on her bloated rear. She had grown quite large since she had fed and was terribly tired; lying to her side and allowing sleep to take hold. Poor Lethan was still hungry, though her passion had been sated. Even though Epyon was not there to command the feeders to prepare the harem meals they understood and were soon upon the immortal, yet it was fruit and milk that filled her belly. Epyon was not there and the daemonic guards were not in sight. Xheenas’ dream world had grown.

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Iceburn soared through the skies as a mere flicker of caught his attention. With amazing agility the wyrm spun, his mouth opened, ready to loose his devastating breath upon the foolish attacker. As quickly as he was ready to destroy he eased up. Looking down upon the minute magical messenger. The small glowing sphere rose to his massive and spoke. Iceburns’ huge maw turned up into a fearful grin. Even as the orb began to dissipate the coldfire dragon began to cast his own spell.

Once free, Kasornin showed them a way past the foul necromancer and her golems, leading them out into another passage just behind. Hollee moved as if she were going to attack but Rivin held her fast, shaking his head. Her face was visibly frustrated but she bit her hunger and quietly fell into line. Charlize looked at her and then to Khambien who also saw her strange reaction to the dark mage. The gypsy wrapped her arms around her expanded waist, grown nearly two inches since they had left the Batarian camp. As they slid through the dark halls of the illithid capitol Raylenethos moved up closer to Sebron. Softly she spoke to him.
“You sent something through your portal before we entered it. What was it?”
The half elf turned with a sly look, his orbs still dripping with the green fae.
“I called up an old friend who I owed a great debt. Hollownight is about to have a very bad day.”
He was so handsome, so charming, that Raylenethos could not help from smiling; even though Sebrons’ calm demeanor was a bit disconcerting. Soon the sound of panting and moaning, grunting, pleas of fear and unwanted pleasure filling the air. A wickedly eerie light began to flicker off the onyx walls, dancing about like ghastly wraiths. Creeping around the corner, Quintex leading the way, the hallway circled about a great arena, the inner walls; closest to the arena were barred, creating the frighteningly seductive dance along the far wall. The immortal of swords raised his hand, halting the groups’ progression, as he carefully glimpsed over the edge, through the bars. Though they could not see his face, they could feel his disgust and his amazement, his shoulders tightening and muscles tensing up. Raylenethos felt an almost painful tug within her and then released a long, easy breath and Quintex relaxed, his shoulders easing.
Before him was a scene of pure erotic horror. All about the room were women, females from the drow and dwarven races, some surface elves and human or orc sprinkled in; some partial clothed, others completely naked, all of whom were moaning and gasping, purring or crying out in absolute sexual bliss or undeniable terror as long wispy tendrils crammed themselves into the poor females every oraphus. Quintex could see the women gripping the snaking organs as they forced their way inside them, viciously raping the unwilling hosts to their growing brood. With heartless precision the long tendrils pound and grind into the slaves, fucking them senseless. The immortals’ cool eyes began to glitter then shine with rage as he soon understood what was happening; every one of the females, young or old, was caught in a different stage of pregnancy and as the tendrils released their seed; huge bubbles of the grotesque bile slowly undulating up the length of the serpentine phallus until reaching the unsuspecting target and then exploding within that woman, the females belly would surge forth with life, swelling with remarkable speed; the hosts middle expanding and ballooning impossibly big, forcing them into a sudden state of pregnancy. The monstrous spheres, looking ready to erupt with expectancy were tight shimmering balls of flesh, consuming, overwhelming the womans bodies as the grew, the desperate hosts grabbing and clawing with the painful yet wondrous sensation; until the shear weight of their gravidity seduced them, and the other changes began. It was fearfully beautiful. Then the females’ body would naturally react to her sudden and unnatural condition, their breasts filling, rounding out to become heavy and engorged with milk, the nipples stiffening with the unforgiving pressure of the liquid held within. Their hips would widen, become more sensuous and curvaceous. The females lower bodies would naturally thicken, their asses would become rounder, more shapely; each of the women growing into gorgeous pictures of delicious, mind blowing pregnancy. Quintex shifted as he grew aroused but not overcome by the dangerously seductive vision. Returning to his warrior state of mind Quintex began to track the tendrils to their origin. He watched the slithering tentacles as the writhed about, searching for more and more hosts for its brood. Through the swollen gyrating bodies he finally tracked their beginnings, a massive crater within the center of the arena, surrounded by a circle of twenty robed women, sitting cross-legged on the floor, hands clasped together and chanting loudly; their voices heard above all others. Like huge, round spheres their bellies protruded from their robes, glistening with sweat, a rhythmic, pulsing greenish light reflecting off the tightly gravid orbs making them appear to pulsate with the glow, swelling along with its every beat. A low growl came from the depths of the immortal. He turned to face his friends, most of them startled by the hatred in his gaze.
“The Sisters have summoned a breeder for the illithids. It is the Hive Mind. It must be destroyed!”
Rivin nods his head knowingly but reluctantly.
“If we do this…then our group will have to separate. One force to free the slaves and another to deal with Nightstorm, which will decrease our chances of success greatly but it would be our best chance.”
Somewhat confused Celeste and Serenity look at him. Thorin, whose axe glinted with the hunger for battle, understood the Arcanes’ point of view.
“Look, if we were to attack one then the other we would most assuredly destroy our first target though our second would come upon us with full readiness. Two simultaneous assaults would take them off guard but the groups separated would be weaker. By far, to split is our only option.”
Sebron stepped up at that point.
“I have called in a debt that will capture Hollownights’ full attention.”
Hollee looked at him then her eyes grew large with recognition. Rivin also nodded though he by no means approved of the idea.
“Everyone outside will perish, you do understand that mage.”
The young half elf shook his disagreement.
“Iceburn will attack Hollownight and the two deep giants that always travel with him. The slaves will not be able to hurt the wyrm and they are not his target. It is Nightstorm he seeks and whom he will destroy if we do not capture her first.”
Quintex sighs at this knowledge as Serenity shivers slightly, recalling the times when Lady Lethan visited with the wondrous wyrm. Power was the only word for him.
“He will arrive soon so our time is limited. How will we find the shadow dragon?”
Surprisingly it was Jhessyana who spoke.
“We be knowin’ where she lay. Rumor havin’ it that she be wit child” , stroking her own delicious sphere, her armored hands gliding over the fullness of her belly, “an she be ready soon!”
“Then it’s time we get ready. The groups will be simple; Arcane Rivin, Hollee, Master Sebron and our dwarven companions will take care of Nightstorm. Together you have the most knowledge of her and the power to stop her” ,looking over towards the arena, “the rest of us free the slaves. Let’s go be heroes!”
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Far from them all, within the Tower of Shadows another nymph was quickly approaching her time. Honeymoon panted and breathed as her titanic swell pulsed with the life contained inside, her hands rubbing the turgid sphere; trying to ease the growing pain as another contraction rolled over her swollen, plump figure, her unbelievably massive breasts heaving with every breath. Her brown eyes were bright with intensity, as she hunkered down, the pressure within her monstrous gravidity mounting as the birthing process progressed. Lethan and Trinity looked upon her with loving care, Trinity especially; clutching her tightness with worry as she watched her nymph go into labor. A powerful contraction slammed into the frightfully pregnant nymph and she moaned as the pain and pleasure wracked her body. The other nymphs gathered around the legs of the two immortals, each massaging their taunt and heavy bellies, resting snuggly between thick, meaty thighs. The breeders surrounded the writhing beauty, Teela and Mynka; the largest, save Cassandra, and closest to delivery, massaged her massive mountain of turgid flesh, their own distended bellies aching with hunger. Cassandra, Rachelle and Zhoea took liberties with Honeymoons’ milk heavy breasts, streams of sweet liquid rolling over vast slopes of the gargantuan orbs, each twice as big as their heads; Cassandra drinking deeply, growing drunk on the feeling of her own body becoming fuller, softer and more sensuous, the orgasmic sensation urging her feed. Sister Dhonytae stood closely by, watching intently with perverse pleasure, absorbing the erotic pain and sexuality of birth. Heatherlee was lying on her side between Honeymoons’ wide spread legs, working her fingers and tongue with wicked abandon, her long tongue plunging deep into the quivering slickness of her gaping womb. The poor nymph cried out, the sensual delight bursting through her immensely pregnant body as the stress and labor of her young’s arrival crashed her monstrous swell. Sweat rolled off her in thick heavy droplets, her hair stuck to her face like a spider web. Honeymoons’ mouth opened wide as a unbearable contraction overcame her, the whole of her swollen body stiffening instantly beneath the touches of the Breeders, her sex spreading drastically even as Heatherlee sent her into orgasmic bliss; her tongue flicking against her erect clit, every ounce of her being quivering with absolute painful pleasure as a huge bulbous, bloody head began to emerge from her gaping, shivering pussy lips. She knew she would burst with erotic torture pulsing throughout her being! Even as the creature started to tear free of its confines, its brothers’ close behind, the thing stopped, holding the nymph in a state of incredible sensation, a shifting blend of orgasm and blinding pain. She lost all control at that point, cumming almost continually, her sweet juices pouring over the crown of her babies head, her massive gravidity wobbling and juddering with activity; swelling as the creatures inside begin to make a new escape for themselves; deciding to burst from the fearfully turgid sphere, adding the erotic joy, the pressure of growth to her waterfall of feelings throughout her delicious frame. Honeymoon thought she would burst from all the activity within her, the young inside desperate to free themselves. Cassandra wrapped her lips around Honeymoons’, stifling the nymphs only means to vent her overwhelming sensations, as Rachelle clamped down upon her taunt nipple, gorging upon the sugary sustenance within, her own body fattening, plumping with every drop. Trinity was grasping her gargantuan belly, shivering as she absorbed all that her young nymph felt, her pussy pulsing with the excitement of the suddenly stalled delivery. The immortal loosed a deep, guttural groan of sexual delight as she came, her body far to swollen with expectancy to noticeably tell, save for the slight jiggle of her larger than life belly. Lethan licked her lips as she watched, the remaining breeders lying down with her nymphs, suckling upon over filled breasts or easing the tightness of belly flesh over their frighteningly swollen baby filled tummies with gentle, loving touches.
Suddenly, above them all appeared the visage of Epyon, his eyes dancing with magical light. He looked upon Honeymoon, caught in the throws of childbirth, clawed hands rippling across the expanse of her titanic gravidity, her belly ready to explode with life. The dark lord was extremely angry, another nymph going into premature labor. It was then he expressed his true control of Trinitys’ power, the red flame turning bright purple as the baby on the verge withdraws back into the womb, her humongous middle growing even larger as his progeny began to mature. With amazing strength the overly pregnant, massive, gigantic swell literally on the verge of exploding utterly, the growing lives inside begging for release, Honeymoon sat up as she came with tremendous power. The poor nymph shivered slightly, panting breathlessly, then she slumped to the side, exhausted and unconscious, her belly swelling with every breath.
All the females looked upon the picture of Epyon, a dangerous smile upon his lips.
“None of you shall give birth till I deem it time!”
He was cold and malicious and a shiver ran through their blood as the image faded away. Soon feeders entered the room, as did two daemons, their ruthless gazes dropping upon Lethan and Trinity. As with Penelope, the two immortals would be punished by being impregnated again. The Lady of Lust had no joy in her heart, no inkling of desire as they came towards her. A tear rolled down her puffy, plump cheek as the first fiend cruelly and mockingly caressed her titanic belly, his sharp claws sending a tingle of delight throughout her unbelievably swollen body. Darkness filled her as the beast spread her thick, fleshy legs and eased his thickness into her slick sex, bringing forth an unwanted purr of pleasure, as he began to thrust back and forth, ready to cause the immortal to pop with young.

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The group led by Raylenthos moved silently along many corridors until they stumbled on a sight that was as disgusting as it was erotic. The conception of an undead brood was at hand. A beautiful young female with deep, unending eyes of pitch; evil swirling within, full succulent lips painted as black as her eyes and long, lustrous black and red hair that seemed to curl down over her shoulders like a cascading waterfall was sprawled out on what seemed to be an onyx slab, carved perfectly for her slender frame save the huge, rounded center about her middle. She was strapped down by tight metal bindings, her breast large and firm though not as big as Raylenethos’ or Rubys’. Her stomach was flat and trim with wide hips that were perfect for child bearing, though they were spread wide, her sex plump and pink, shaven clean for the impregnation. Surrounding her were five gorgeous of the Sisters of Dark Birth, draped in blood red satin, their monstrous bellies tightly swollen with soulless beings protruding forth, ready to drop at the sisters beckon call, huge ripe mountains of gravidity topped by twin melons; their breasts so full of milk that they are nearly twice the size of their heads. The five sisters clasped hands and slowly began to chant, a painfully beautiful and erotica call that stirred Lady Kira, Charlize and Celeste, each clutching their own bellies in an almost mesmerized state. Khambien quickly brought his love and dear friend out of the trance while Quintex awoke Lady Kira. Kasornin just hissed; her kind were immune to the wicked call. The chant went on for several minutes, the tempo building in a wild and frenzied sexual bliss until finally with almost and orgasmic scream, “Come those who have fallen and be reborn within our sister…Nakita!”
Quintex slowly reached for his blades but Shae’lee held him fast. In a husky whisper she explained.
“There is no time and we cannot pass without being seen. We just have to wait.”
The immortal growled so low it was frightening as suddenly a ghostly apparition rose from the stone floor. Then another and another and another until there were at least a dozen of the specters about the young female. Her eyes burned with excitement as the ghastly dozen began to twirl around her, their sockets ablaze, red evil and frustration and sadness radiating from their core. Slowly they stroked her body, Nakita purring at the icy touches against her hot flesh. The largest of the spirits, taking the shape an ancient barbarian king, long flowing wisps of spectral hair, rippling muscles, his cock nearly touching his knee the huge for stood to almost eight feet. Then in a hollow voice he commanded the others!
“Fill her!”
With that the other phantoms floated up between her creamy thighs, taking their earthly shape before slithering up into her womb. The first was a dwarf, fat and long bearded. He grinned a big, toothy grin as drove his transparent hand straight into her silken sex, her juices squirting out of the tightness. She cried out in pleasure, the sudden ecstasy of her cunt becoming full! It was a wondrous fearful scene as the fat dwarf squirmed up into the awaiting sister, her trim belly swelling as he crawled further up her womb, his head submerging, then shoulders. His gut was rather trying and all this did was cause Nakita into a wild orgasm, her bound body writhing about, her tummy growing with the dead life inside, swelling as he moved his huge middle into her with a pop and then slid in easy. It was amazing to look upon, her new belly; taunt as she looked about six months pregnant, resting upon her otherwise slender body. A shine of sweat covered the sister as the others watched on with voyeuristic glee; the next ghost, an impossibly pregnant human priestess; a Gravidian Witch, looking heavy with octuplets, her boulder sized tits leaking false milk which dissipated in the air, stepped up, rubbing her tight gravidity against Nakitas’ clit which through the sister into a wicked climax. For several moments the she did this until dropping between the full slim legs and plunging her head right in. All Nakita could do was not pass out; the sensation was so intense. With a maniacal slowness the ghostly female moved inside, squeezing her massive tits in awkwardly and then her belly, which caused Nakita to swoon; nearly falling unconscious. Finally the witch was inside. The change was spectacular; Nakitas’ belly rising like dough, her breasts reacting naturally began to swell with mothers milk, her thighs now growing thicker, her hips spreading; allowing room for the suddenly huge ball of flesh to drop between. With half closed eyes the necromancer gazed down upon her new shape. She looked nearly full term with triplets now, her belly poking out proudly; the flesh creamy and smooth, tight all around. She panted breathlessly as the third, an orc moved towards her. The strange, almost surreal impregnation continued as a human, then troll, then human, another Gravidian witch, a hobgoblin, two dwarven brothers and a gnoll filled her womb. When they were done she was immense, looking fully pregnant with at least dozen heavy young, ready to burst from her nearly five-foot shelf of luscious gravidity. Her breasts, so tight and swollen with milk, lulled to the side like great boulders, thrice the size of any of the other sisters in the chamber. Nakita was barely awake; so much activity causing her to be almost blind with lust,. Her body was plump and healthy, baby fat smothering her old sexy shape with a luscious, more sensuous and curvaceous one. Her face was softer and warmer; nearly loving save for the wicked glint in her eyes. Then she felt the cold hands of the barbarian, his gaze resting upon her mountain of pregnancy. Without hesitation Nakita could feel his ghostly phallus enter her still virgin sex, spreading the tight hole so much that she felt he would rip her open. The massive organ slid in and out of her with a smooth, cold grace, the barbarian never breaking contact with the female who was cooing and grunting her approval; her breath spurting out in deep, tired husks. The other sisters began to chant again and Nakitas’ eyes widened as she could sense more ghosts coming and then she saw the barbarian grow more solid as he filled with spirits; the huge man still pumping away relentlessly at her sex. She was moaning as the huge man pushed himself deeper into her womb, the specters inside tumbling about, her huge tits sloshing wildly with milk. The dead king increased his speed as he grow into form until he was finally solid and strong, now grinning with evil intent as with one great thrust he came. He gripped her taunt, warm belly flesh tightly as it swelled with ungodly speed beneath his hands. Nakita had felt nothing as pleasurable and fearful in her life as her already mountainous sphere grew, blowing up beyond measure. As she ballooned and swelled, becoming unimaginably pregnant the barbarian grew more ghostly as the spirits within him released into her like opening a flood gate until nothing remained save for his spectral façade. Solemnly he crawled into his mother, sealing the conception. Nakita hung there like a great, sweat covered ball of deliciously swollen flesh; her belly jutting forth almost eight feet; taunt, glorious flesh shimmering and quivering with life, as the Sisters of Dark Birth stood looking upon her bosom heavy with sustenance, her body curvaceous and all feminine, womanly. As they gathered around the new mother, Raylenethos and the others slipped by.

Raylenethos raised her hand to stop her small group, the original band, including Quintex and Lady Kira, along with the Batarian and the Yuan Ti spy. It had been almost two hours since they had broken up their group. She looked around the corner and gasped in amazement; gazing down the hall into a plush, barless cell, as a gorgeous blonde half-elf sat comfortably within the lavish living quarters, her face young and lively, softened by her condition, with bright blue eyes full of life and hunger. She had enormous breasts, full and heavy with milk. Topped with light brown areole and stiff, plump nipples. Her belly was spectacular; round and heavily swollen; so much so that her belly button was almost extinct, the flesh creamy and flawless. She looked as if she could deliver at any moment, her giant swell looking to hold at least eight to ten young within its tight gravidity. Her hips and waist had widened perfectly, her thighs thicker, her whole body lusciously full, baby fat adding to her sensuousness. She was reclined on a comfortable couch, rubbing the taunt smooth skin of her baby-swollen belly, cooing with every stroke. Something within Raylenethos told her that this female was important and must be free. On either side of the cell stood two Yuan Ti guards, their tails coiled beneath them. Each held a long, curving falchion, wicked smiles growing on their faces as they listened to the lovely female pleasure herself. The sly elf slinked back around the corner,
“There is a girl at the end of the hall, defiantly a prisoner. Something about her seems familiar but I don’t know what. Charlize, Lady Kira, do you think the two of you may have something for the twins watching over her?”
Lady Kira smiled, her hands resting upon her belly, which had grown considerably during their travels, looking as if quintuplets were filling her smooth orb. She and Charlize, also grown quite large in the few days of her pregnancy took eachothers hands and began to chant, their words different but bleeding together until they spoke in tandem; a pale glow coming over them, their eyes turning opaque and then energy crackled about their swollen middles, pooling at the center and then with a sudden lurch twin balls of magic launched from their gravid bellies a whipped around the corner. Everyone shared surprised glances for they had never before seen anything like that especially from the two of them; Charlize and Kira not known for their long conversations together. The two moaned, almost as if they had just shared an unbelievably orgasmic experience, their smiles pure, untamed bliss. Still holding hands, the two casually walked around the corner.

The two Yuan Ti were elite compared to many and had power that could send fear into the souls of any they came across but this sudden attack, from the combined motherly magics of two women who were much more than they seemed, the Yuan Ti were utterly defenseless as the spheres of energy struck them square in the chests, blasting holes within them cleanly; their insides splattering against the walls behind. The half-elf jumped, screaming out in shock, amazement and glee as she watched the humanoid snakes slump to the ground. She cupped her amazing fullness, the whole of her belly weighing heavy within her arms as she eased herself to her feet with stunning grace, her golden blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and back, her huge tits shifting from side to side, the liquid inside sloshing about. As the smoke from the blast cleared she swooned with delight, forcing her to sit back on her bed, as two beautiful, heavily pregnant women came into view, one adorned in a priestesses toga, long beautiful amber wings covered with soft Dow feathers hanging angelically from her back, her full breast pulling the cloth tight, her yellowish tanned belly protruding out, the naked flesh shiny it was so tight, looking heavy with full term quintuplets; the other female, her cinnamon skin smooth and warm, her lovely brown eyes tender and inviting, her belly the size of a mother with sextuplets in her fourth month. She was quite big and the two approached with such calm that it was almost alarming, the two holding hands, their sexy, curvy hips shifting sensuously as they walked and their free hands resting upon their taunt gravidity, smiles wide and inviting, almost loving. She suddenly felt very safe. Looking at them as they stepped up to the invisible bars that kept her caged she smiled and introduced herself.
“Hello. I am Princess Khellia O’Dell, adopted daughter to his Lord Khlendros and Lady Crysteena, the Royal Family of Dragon Horde Keep. Do you know of them?”
Both Charlize and Kira smiled, big loving smiles as they thought back to that wondrous kingdom and they tightened their clasped hands as their eyes flashed with a sudden brightness and the unseen bars melted away into nothingness. Khellia cupped her wonderful gravidity with excitement, rocking slightly back and forth until finally standing tall, the milk swollen breast sloshing about with her movement, her great dome jutting forth proudly, her shapely hips wide and inviting, joy exuding from her every pore. Then her blue eyes burst to life as she saw Quintex step around the corner, his own expression lighting up as he saw her.
“Lord Quintex! You are here to rescue me!”
Quintex almost sprinted to the young woman, the rest of the troop coming into view, Khambien sliding up behind his love, wrapping his arms around her swollen waist, feeling the tightness of her growing belly and the pulse of the lives within. She leaned into the snow elf, enjoying his protective hold. Quintex wrapped up Khellia in a tight embrace, as if he had not seen her in ages; the swell of her tummy forcing him to hug her from the side.
“So young Khellia, this is where you’ve been hiding! We thought you lost when we heard of your fathers disappearance!”
All the young princess could do was grin sheepishly. She looked about as the rest of the heroes gathered around the radiant female, each of them giving her a polite and warm greeting. Toc immediately stepped before her, Khellia a bit taken aback by the imposing but strangely handsome orc, her reflection glinting in his platinum armor, his ivory tusk clean long.
“If you be the princess of my Lady Angelique then you’ll be under MY protection!”
Celeste, her belly smooth and round, heavy with quadruplets, swollen as to appear already in her fifth month chuckled at her warrior friend.
“We will all make sure you and everyone else gets out of here. Now, since this route is a dead end I guess we back track?”
Khellia looked up at the immortal of swords, a shy expression on her face. He stared at her and soon understood.
“There is another way out isn’t there?”
The princess casually waddled over to the back of her cell and pulled on one of the candle lob era hanging off the wall. A hidden passageway opened up before them and they looked at her incredulously. Khellia understood their questioning glances and again glanced at Quintex, a bit of embarrassment masking her beautiful face. Her voice was sweet and easy on the ears as she spoke.
“Nightstorm enjoys a good show every now and then, especially with me being as big as I am and only in my fifth month, “patting her belly lovingly as she spoke.
Lady Kira then moved next to her, gently placing a hand on the naked flesh, inciting an unintentional purr from the freed heiress. She giggled as she rested her hands upon those of the pregnant Nieth.
“None of them…?”
“No Lord Quintex. Nightstorm would not allow any thing to taint the dragons within. She planned to do that herself. The shadow dragon is pregnant, very pregnant. She could deliver any day now. She was pregnant when she arrived here and has been growing ever since. Hollownight arrived a short time later, apparently to her call. Many of the illithids open their minds during sex. If one can get over the barrage of emotions and thoughts one can learn a great deal.”
Khambien and Charlize were already at the hidden passageway; Ruby her bow knocked was standing off to the side with her eyes gazing into the darkness.
“This passage leads into the breeding pit. Some of the slaves or illithids are sent to entertain the shadow dragon before they burst with young, “looking down and protectively gripping her swollen middle, “I have seen so much death.”
Raylenethos, almost trance like stepped before the gorgeous princess and placed her hand on her soft, warm cheek. The elf leaned in close, her satin lips just brushing against her ear, and she breathed a whispered command. As if a heavy weight was lifted from her, the life and vigor shown true, her sexuality hummed as the darkness she had witnessed disappeared. Quintex just watched, believing what his heart had told him when he had first met the gorgeous female. All he could do was smile.
“If we destroy the brain, the illithids will loose control over all their slaves, save those they personally control. If the others handle Nightstorm then the mind flayers’ power will be all but lost. The drow and dwarves and Batarian will handle the rest.”
Quintex’ plan seemed quite good and the hugely pregnant Kasornin slithered into the tunnel, every one else following her lead. Just as they had neared the end of the dark passage the whole city shook violently, as if some huge force had entered the cavern with such sudden fury it sent fear into the depths of the tainted walls.
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The dwarves led the way through tunnels and caverns and halls hidden throughout the city, created by free dwarves over the years and used to free their kin. It took them nearly two hours to get to the chamber of Nightstorm. Thorin and Odin were the first to peek through the spy holes within the dragons’ chamber. They had never before seen such a place; the room huge and lit with soft candlelight, forcing shadows upon the grand opening. Near the back of the room was a pile of such treasure and wealth that Thorin unconsciously gasped as such a horde. Then he stiffened as he saw her for the first time, out of her dragon form. Her skin was a deep brown, smooth and rich, her eyes violet pearls that seemed to glow with power. Her face was young, with a subtle hint of wickedness and masked in pure seduction, her full, black lips plump and lush. Long braided locks of blue-black hair hung down her back, touching the upper shelf of her round and expanded rear end. Her hips were like the lower end of an hourglass, wide and curvy, flowing into shapely, womanly thighs, sleek and muscular. She had humongous, perfect melon shaped breasts with small, tender nipples that lay atop a belly as large as that of the Batarian Queen. Sensuality literally leaked from her being as she sexily waddled from behind the horde, licking her full lips, droplets of blood dotted the shimmering tight flesh of her amazing gravidity. Lazily she began to walk up magical steps within the mountain of treasure when suddenly she stopped. Nightstorm sniffed the air and slowly, evilly dropped her sights upon the tapestry behind which the dwarves hid. Sebron noticed the two tense as if unsure what to do and quickly pulled them aside in time to dodge as the dragoness inhaled her dangerous breath and blew. The Light Robe lifted Crimsonsbane as cloud of darkness blasted away the wall. As the shadowy cloud dissipated, the small contingent watched in awe, safely tucked away behind a magical shield. Before them stood not the gorgeous, luscious pregnant beauty but a huge dragon of shadowy black and blue, her scales as pitch as the darkness, her maw sleek and beautiful, with long slender horns that flowed behind her. She was no less wondrous, her shadowy, transparent wings spreading wide, her violet eyes glowing angrily. Below her, her belly hung low to the ground, dragging across the stone floor, the scales stretched completely smooth. Even as she looked down upon them in true rage, fear suddenly flashed over her eyes and slowly she backed away. Dust and rock fell from behind the shielded quartet as a huge pair deep blue claws crashed down next to them on the right and a pair of bronze on the left. They looked up to see a giant blue wyrm and stunning bronze dragon standing above them.
“Okay bitch…where is he?”
Sebron smiled and laughed aloud as the Dragon Arcane, the great blue wyrm stepped forward, lightening rippling off his glinting fangs and shimmering scales, streaks of electricity shooting out from burning white eyes. The bronze; also a lightening dragon, Rivins’ beautiful mate Hollee leapt forward, landing with a crash that shook the room, the bronze crown of her head reflecting the fear in Nightstorms’ face, the hugely pregnant dragon shuffling back, the weight of her belly forcing her to remain grounded and stealing away her maneuverability. Suddenly the entire cavern shuddered as a roar of pure power quaked the foundation. Sebron looked up to Rivin who cranked his neck back and the dropped a glance to the half elf.
“He’s here! We must hurry!”
Jhessyana quickly took Sebrons’ hand, holding Crimsonsbane tall in his other; the mage looked at her inquisitively.
“I lend ye me power! I’m to b’ thinkn’ we be needn’ all we can get!”
The elf smiled and began to cast, as Hollee loosed a bluish yellow cloud that seemed to blast at Nightstorms’ core, repelling the shadow dragon away from powerful mage and the dwarves. Just then a door opened off to the side of the main chamber a five Yuan Ti, armored in dark plate slithered in. Thorin smiled through his thick beard and looked over to Odin and Galin, “We be takin’ care o’ tis lot! Be careful me daughter!”
The three rushed the awe struck Yuan Ti, never before seeing three dragons before, especially so close. Too bad for them as a heavy crossbow bolt struck the first of the creatures, blasting through his serpentine head and sending his lifeless body back through the door. Two others were caught just as suddenly and died as quickly as well; Thorins’ warhammer smashing into the face of one of the Yuan Ti as Odins’ axe split the skull of a third and then flew back to the ragers’ hand. Another bolt slammed into the fourth as the room flashed with electricity as Rivin made his presence known to Nightstorm, the dragoness slamming into her mountain of treasure, electricity rippling off the expanse of her huge, wobbling belly, the female groaning in pain as Hollee lands next to her, slamming her in the maw with a great swiping fist.
“This has to be done!”
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The first of the dark giants lay in a smoldering heap near the city gates. Iceburn had come through his portal with such suddenness that the enslaved horde beneath him saw only the white beam of energy that tore through the giant and consumed him utterly. Hollownight had the chance to leap into the air as the coldfire dragon dropped upon the second of the deep titans, wrapping his tail about its throat and hoisting him up; the quick movement jerking and snapping the creatures neck. The young black quickly went on the offensive, spraying a noxious cloud of corrosive acid into the air but Iceburn, nearly thrice Hollownights size merely sneered at the pitiful attempt and crashed full bore into the younger warrior; their bodies blasting into the upper shelf of the three mile high cavern, shaking the ground utterly. Claws dug deep into Hollownights hide, slicing ribs and muscle with ease as Iceburn spun him and hurled the beast back to the earth below; the slaves and goblins and trolls scattering like fleeing ants. It was a sight to behold as the great black shattered the ground beneath him as he crashed to the surface; the great cavern shaking with the force, Iceburn loosing a beam of coldfire at the young drake, severing his wing completely and grounding his foe in a single breath. Hollownight howled in agony.

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Celeste and the Batarian moved along through the shadows, as was the power of the winged females. As they moved unnoticed the found what seemed to be a drow though she was impossibly pregnant, her ebony sphere rising above her like a turgid mountain that seemed ready to erupt with shear power as young overwhelmed her insides. Lying on her back she looked upon the trio, somehow seeing them within the darkness and she smiled for in them she saw freedom. Celeste patted her own growing belly and gave the drow a knowing wink as the group continued to move on to their position. After a few moments they slid up behind the circle of female necromancers, the three biggest within their sites. Celeste slid out a jeweled eye patch and slid it over her right eye, the rubies and diamonds glinting magically. She turned her attention back the circle and gasped as she say three illithids hidden by their psionic abilities guarding the group. What startled her even more was that she could see the twirling, tortured souls within the bellies of the evil females, twisting and writhing as they chanted.
“I’ll take the illithids, you guys handle the sisters!”
Both Shae’lee and Voodoo looked at her quizzically but said nothing as they emerged from the shadows.

Raylenethos looked at her five magic users, Serenity, Lady Kira, Lady Khellia, Kasornin and Charlize; all holding hands and chanting away, the pregnant females’ bellies glowing with a strange and beautiful light, the nymph of air standing in the center. With their eyes closed their chant seemed to grow more powerful and yet never rose in pitch. The elven female nodded and with Toc, Khambien and Quintex moved into the great breeding chamber, sliding through the swollen, overly pregnant females with sullen and angered conviction. Ruby was nowhere to be seen but they knew she was there for as the four moved in a arrow of streaming silver launched into the horde of huge bellied beauties and struck one in the head; the female morphing back to the beast she was, a Yuan Ti and falling dead instantly. The room exploded into motion then as a dozen Yuan Ti females; hidden among the breeding stock leapt forward to face the attackers; though one was suddenly blown apart by one of Ruby’s wicked arrows.

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Celeste could see the illithids turn as her friends went to work and her arms went into a blur of motion as daggers flew in a stream, crossing back and forth as she struck home; the first illithid, closest to her fell dead almost automatically as three of her magical blades cut through his bulbous head, the second moved but not quickly enough as he too was carved down; his heart sliced by her masterful aim. The third had enough time to enact a barrier for which Celestes’ blades bounced until she; never ending her flurry of daggers, concentrated on the barrier and her eye patch; her gift from Lady Rebekah, flashed and the shield vanished, her deadly blades ending the illithids life in a heart beat.
Shae’lee and Voodoo moved up behind two of the Sisters of Dark Birth, completely unaware of the danger they were in and with ease the two Batarian lowered the heavy bellied females into the shadowy earth, just up to the neck and then stopped. The two females immediately stopped chanting as their heads rolled away, their swollen bodies buried in the ground. Ghostly spirits, two dozen or so rose above the turmoil and began to circle around the suddenly wounded group. With that all the sisters screamed in agony as the breeder seemed to quake with anger, its tentacles flailing about; the beast grabbing two of the necromancer with unbelievable speed and piercing their plump sex, pumping its seed into them relentlessly, their huge bellies swelling almost instantly as illithid young mixed with the undead brood inside. Each of the females screamed and moaned in orgasmic agony as their bellies grew far to large to contain and they popped with a liquid burst. The spirits inside floated up into the air and began circling wickedly above the other females. The sixteen remaining sisters, still in a bit of a daze from being torn from their summoning, began to roll and rock, trying to hoist their heavily pregnant bodies off the ground; three of them falling to the breeder as they were not fast enough. Celeste again launched her stream of never-ending daggers, dropping two more of the slow moving females where they stood. Again the spirits within rose. When there were at least six dozen of the freed souls they howled in a vicious war cry and as one dove into the nearest of the sisters. She grabbed her belly, the huge orb rapidly swelling and growing, the sudden weight forcing her to the ground, the huge dome rising like a volcano until the last spirit entered her womb and with a deep pain laden, orgasmic groan her huge swell; gravid and tight, shuddering with all expectancy erupted, splitting down its center in a gurgling pop, the spirits rising out and seeking another victim. The Batarian sisters quickly joined in; the vulnerable Sisters of Dark Birth far to afraid and weak to attempt to try any spell casting, grabbing the full bellied necromancers and pulling them into the earth, severing their heads from their swollen bodies and releasing the captured souls. Celeste slid back into the shadows, keeping far away from the breeder, which seemed to be growing when suddenly it stopped moving all together. Shae’lee and Voodoo then materialized from the shadows and pulled the pirate captain to safety.

Nina watched as one by one her sisters’ burst, being forced to give birth, until she was all that remained. She was caught in her own plight for the breeder had found her and was pumping its young into her already hugely pregnant belly. It felt so wonderful yet the stretching flesh was becoming almost unbearable. Then the huge daemon stopped moving all at once, though its semen still flowed into her with no means of halting, Then the spirits came and Nina screamed as she felt the most painfully, pleasurable erotic sensation of her existence, nineteen dozen lost souls pouring into her; her body quaking with orgasm after orgasm. Her belly consumed her, swallowing up her titanic breast, toned arms and shapely legs until she looked like a great sphere. Then her scream ended as a great bone claw ripped from her explosively taunt flesh, literally tearing her apart as the rest of the skeletal creature emerged. What stood in the wake of all the corpses was a dracolich, the monstrous undead remains of a silver dragon. Slowly it turned, pausing as if someone were telling it something and then loosed its breath upon the daemon, a stream of freezing ice that cut into the beast.

Raylenethos had just slid Wicked Lady from the throat of a Yuan Ti as the massive dracolich stepped forth from a bubble of flesh. She looked upon the great beast and then smiled.
“You are free!”
As the words left her mouth the great undead turned and loosed a beam pure cold into the unmoving breeder. She looked back to see the quintet standing with eyes opened wide, greenish gold light shimmering from them and broad smiles on their faces. A burning arrow made her turn as another Brood Guard was blasted away. Quintex sliced fully into the Yuan Ti before him, severing its head, Khambien using Summershade as a shield against one while he launched Wintermist down a snake fiends’ gullet. Then Toc made all the Yuan Ti pay; carving the remaining one near the snow elf and then hurling his wondrous axe at another, which it split in two and continued on into a second and third and fourth before returning to the ogre. Only a few Yuan Ti stood now and their attention was fully on the dracolich who again breathed on the daemon, finally causing black blood to splatter out, covering a few of the hugely swollen females below. Its third blast was followed by a great roar as the dome above was blown away, shattered pieces falling and bouncing free of the heavily encumbered females underneath as Hollownight slammed into the mortally wounded fiend. The dracolich looked up with hollow eyes as only the head of the largest dragon they had ever seen dipped into the room. It surveyed the room quickly, its silvery flaming eyes locking onto the undead dragon with sudden rage, which almost immediately melted away into a warm, loving and joyful gaze. Then the miraculous creature turned and with a single breath it burned away dragon and daemon, the rush of air pressing back all near the fiend though not hurting any of the innocence on the ground. Then it slid out as the dracolich leapt up through the opening. All in the room stood quite still, the five beauties coming out of their spell with soft purrs, Celeste and the Batarian rising nearby, Raylenethos and the others walking up as well and Ruby strolling up quietly, a mischievous grin on her lips and her beautiful bow slung over her shoulder. Khambien looked back towards the horde of females, the remaining Brood Guard lying dead, littered with arrows and the room of gorgeous mothers waking from a terrible nightmare.

“Voodoo, Kasornin and I will assist them. You go and meet the others. Do not worry about the illithids or their guard. The city is free and they have many more problems to worry about.”
The lovely Batarian flashes them a warm and grateful smile as she and her sisters enter the room of impregnated beauties.

Indeed the city was free and Drow and Dwarves exacted sweet and vicious revenge upon all, the Yuan Ti being overwhelmed and the illithids; stunned by the loss of the daemonic hive mind, fall quickly under the barrage.

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Rivin slammed the shadow drake upon her back, all his weight down upon Nightstorms’ left arm as Hollee held her right side fast, completely immobilizing the hugely pregnant dragon, exposing the mountain of her monstrous belly, sleek and shinning.
“NOW SEBRON!”
Even as the ancient wrym spoke the powerful mage, with his eyes closed, his lips moving rapidly as he seemed to be whispering a spell, blood running down his hand as he held the beautiful weapon known only as Crimsonsbane tightly in his hand, his other holding on firmly to the dwarven priestess Jhessyana, her own eyes closed, a strange glow of gold and green emanating from her massively swollen belly, the taught flesh quivering with the power of her god; Sebrons’ flesh was pale, the blood literally drained from it as his whispered chant grew louder until it no longer became a chant but maddened scream that seemed to shake the room. Then he opened his eyes, liquid magic dripping from his handsome orbs, his body shaking with strength and power, his spell coming to its finale. As he spoke his voice was straight, strong and unyielding, no fear, no ounce of doubt.
“I command thee dragon of shadow and dark to be held, locked into a shell of crystal from which I will hold and I will command; with these words I bind thee and release those who have been bonded by you whom have spoken these words before them, NOW COME TO ME!”
Both half-elf and dwarf where blown back as a beam of pure light blasted through the crust of subterranean cavern, through the great hall that was Nightstorms’ lair, churning and converging on Crimsonsbane, the energy coursing through Sebron like a conductor and down into Jhessyana and then like a ray of pure sunlight shooting out of her swollen tummy and directly into the pregnant dragons’ own grand swell; the force blasting back both the awesome wyrms’ holding her, both great beasts crashing into the walls on either side. There was no sound, no scream or cry of pain, no howl of loss, just light and then nothing except for a beautiful, delicate, palmed sized onyx statue of a hugely pregnant shadow dragon curled up around her massive sphere. Slowly the dust began clear as the heroes slowly began to regroup. The three dwarven warriors, lead by Thorin rushed into the haze, the their thick voices calling out for their lost friends until they heard the soft groan of a female. Galin was the first to find Jhessyana, slowly trying to raise her huge, round form off the debris covered floor.
“Ye’ alright love?”
With her bright, baby blues glinting with renewed strength and power she smiled at her lover and pulled him down for a deep, heart-pounding kiss. Odin walked up behind the two, a big toothy grin on his face.
“Surin’ the lass has had a bit o’ the magic touch her soul! It’s lookin’ to as ye might be needn’ o’ bit o’ privacy!”
But even as the hearty dwarf spoke his voice became drowned out by a mighty roar as the Lord of the Dragons emerged from the depths of Nightstorms’ horde, his huge head dwarfing the majestic Rivin and wondrous Hollee; gold, jewels and treasure beyond words rained down upon the none dragons. Khlendros’ body rose higher and higher, his great form shattering the ceiling above, his great platinum wings crashing through the roof of the lair, breaking out into the open subterranean air. He was a creature of such purity and beauty that his mere presence sent awe and fear into the core of the dwarven berserker as he fell to his knees. Galin wrapped his arms tightly about Jhessyana, protecting her and yet sharing with her the glory of the Lord of the Dragons. Only a quarter of his body had raised from the treasure that had buried him and still he was enormous compared to the other two dragons. He was the most ancient of all the wryms and he was their king. Sebron, with Crimsonsbane in hand walked from the hail of gold and silver and knelt humbly before the great creature, fae still leaking from his eyes like emerald tears. Khlendros roared once and the top of the stone lair disintegrated under the wake of his voice, opening it into the starless night of the underdark. Then he lowered his massive maw before the miniature mortals, a great and gracious smile forming upon his huge face. Even as he spoke, the breath, like a fresh wind blew about the four.
“Well. Master Sebron, you are a man of your word. Forever I shall be in your debt. As I shall be with your companions and all those of goodness above and below the earth who have come to the rescue of my daughter and myself. Thank you!”
By now Hollee had slid up beside her lord, Rivin standing proudly next to the upper torso of the great wyrm; ripples of electricity rolling over his blue scales.
“My great lord Khlendros we have not found your daughter yet”.
Then in his ear he could hear the whisper of his wonderful blade, “The others have found and saved her. All is well!”
“But my companions elsewhere have her and are on their way here”, the observant mage noticing the shimmering white glow approach, a glow duller than the brightness of the platinums' scales, “as is another my king!”
Khlendros raised his giant head through the opening he had created and a deep bellowing roar erupted from him as he spoke, surprise and saddened joy echoing within his words.
“What! Iceburn, you too have come! Silverfox! The witches are dead then…good! This is a joyous reunion!”
Sebron and the others began a cheer of victory, which was soon joined by thousands of voices throughout the great city. The underdark was free.

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Hours later the entire group was reunited within the Hall of Storm, one of the many retaken halls of the drow city Xherhe’zephena, the first city of the underdark. The two groups quickly went through their experiences but they were overshadowed by the miraculous reunion between father and daughter and mother and son. Khellia, her huge belly leading the way, rushed into the awaiting arms of her father, Khlendros, the lord of dragons, whom now appeared as a statuesque man in his thirties, large, nearly seven-feet tall and well muscled. His eyes were as bright and full of life as hers, rich platinum pools that exuded love. He was beyond handsome, he was gorgeous and strong, fatherly and sexy and proud, yet within him was an unmistakable humility that made him all the more approachable. His hair was platinum, almost white, his skin a soft tan, with strong, sharp features to his face. He wore armor of glowing platinum and a cape of gold, upon his head was a crown of silver and platinum with a hugely pregnant female and a wondrous dragon entwined in a lovers embrace. Khlendros smoothly removed his cape and wrapped it about his daughters’ naked glory, though even it could not cover the sheer expanse of her gravidity and was tight around her massive bust. Then he held her with such tightness that the two seemed to melt into one another. Tears openly streamed from their eyes as they spoke no words but just held eachother lovingly. Behind them on a throne of onyx and diamond sat a gorgeous, ebony skinned drow, her mane of stark white hair dripping over her shoulders, her wonderful form swathed in silken wraps, fitting tightly about her over swollen bosom, her muscular legs spread wide as her titanic abdomen, full to bursting with young, the skin shiny it was stretched so tight with pregnancy, resting between her silken thighs. It was the same drow female that Celeste and the Batarian had met earlier when they released Silverfox. Most of the freed drow and dwarven females were hugely pregnant, their bellies resting heavily off their shapely, curvy bodies, males of each kind guarding them closely. But thanks to Sebron, Lady Kira and the Arcane Rivin, their turgid swells no longer contained illithids but dwarven and drow young. The spell was a wish spell and was final. Nonpregnant Batarian lined the walls and clapped their leather wings as the two hugged, most of the room erupting in a great cheer. Even the heroes had to clap and hoot as the two were joined. Near them stood two others, silent and smiling, though an air of sadness hung over their heads. The first was a stunningly handsome young man, his hair a pale blue with streaks of crimson and black at the fringes. His eyes were swirls of bluish white flame and he was big, tall and broad shouldered. His armor, three quarter plate was dark and shimmering like smoldering ash and he held in one hand a huge flaming white claymore, his other holding tight to a robed figure with no discernable features whatsoever. The group was standing and smiling, Khambien his arms tight around the even larger bellied Charlize, her belly had grown several inches sense they had freed Khellia. Raylenethos stood closely to Quintex, while Sebron had his hands wrapped about Lady Kiras’ waist. Toc and Ruby leaned close to eachother, Serenity safely tucked in behind them and Thorin stood near Celeste, one hand stroking her taunt swell that had also grown, her own hands stroking the beautiful orb. Galin had his hands wrapped around Jhessyanas’ massive tummy, kissing his lover on the nape of her neck. Odin stood away but not far enough to be unnoticed. Rivin and Hollee were close to the sullen pair, the bronze dragon holding her lover before their king. Shae’lee, Voodoo and Kasornin were near the Batarian host, sharing the joy of their freed sisters. Khlendros reluctantly broke his hug, looking about the room and the heroes that freed him, his arm still tightly draped about his daughter. He could barely choke out his words as he stood.
“Thank you.”
The heroes, one by one, bowed or nodded, considering their condition. Khellia smiled with amazing happiness as she turned and considered the two whom seemed so alone.
“Father.”
Khlendros turned and looked at the two, his smile warm and sincere. He motioned for the robed figure to come forward and before her he placed the small onyx figurine. Then he closed his eyes and began to speak.
“From death to life but still in death, a silver soul wishes for new breath. Cast deep within a stone of coal is a soul as black as the richest coal. Let this change and bring light breath and darkness not, may silvers soul have life renewed and shadow live the life she strewn.”
As his words left his lips, light began to glow about the robed figure and the dragon figurine and those about could see the change as the robed figure began to take shape, and what a shape it was. The loose fitting cloak soon grew shapely and sexy as it grew tight around the body within, the outline of a full, rotund ass and strong sleek legs, the chest growing out full as two heavy breasts took shape. Then came the greatest change as the figures middle began to bulge at first and then formed into a good sized ball, the robe fitting tightly around it but soon giving way to the deliciously swelling flesh as the females belly quickly became too large and full to be concealed beneath the confining cloth. The flesh, a pale bluish white, was taunt and full and delicate, the belly rising until the robed female looked nearly fourteen months pregnant with dectuplets, big, healthy and strong. Soft, slender hands emerged from the folds of the cloak and lovingly clasped the turgid sphere, stroking it, exploring it as if it were not really there. The handsome male approached her slowly and with shivering hands removed the cowl to reveal the most beautiful of all the dragons, Silverfox. Her eyes were rich jewels of silver, her lips lush and full, her features were soft and warm and yet a sexual heat radiated from within that could not be explained. Her nose was small yet fitting and locks of pure silver, curly and wild cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. She stole away all the breath within the room as her son scooped her up in his loving arms, streams of cold fire rolling down his cheeks but never falling upon his mother. She two wept as she held her son whom she thought she would never see again.
Khlendros smiled as he picked up the figurine, now looking like a skeletal drake curled about itself.
“Nightstorm, here you shall stay!”
Both Iceburn and Silverfox turned to their king and the coldfire dragon knelt before him while the ancient and newly pregnant silver nodded.
“Ah, it is so good to see you. Iceburn”, the dragon lord began as he approached Silverfox, his hand gently touching her gravid, immensity, “know that you are no longer one of a kind, you are no longer alone.”
The handsome male looked up at the platinum dragon and smiled, simply smiled. Then Khlendros kissed Silverfox on her cheek and stood next his daughter, his gaze falling upon the pregnant drow. It was his turn to bow.
“My Lady. Greetings to you Queen Keishalae Thymur’ Lyra. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, though I must apologize for my earlier failure. Forgive me.”
That was the mark of a true king. The beautiful female merely chuckled and seemed to blush, not even ready for something as an apology from a creature such as the platinum king. She almost forgot to answer.
“Thank you my lord. Yet I believe that it was a young host of strangers that have freed us both.”
Again there came a cheer from the freed masses and the Heroes of the Dragon Horde stood their awestruck, unable to believe how much they had just done for these people, but they were proud.

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Far away, across the Jewel Sea, in the Tower of Shadows, Epyon stood naked, glaring out a huge window of frosted glass. In his hand was a ruby goblet with a thick crimson liquid within it. On his bed was the limp, lifeless body of a feeder, her belly, once hugely distended was split down its middle, blood dripping from the torn flesh, her huge breasts lolling to either side of her corpse, an expression of orgasmic ecstasy was frozen upon her cute face. A soft knock at his door brought his attention back to the present.
“Enter!”
The door slide open and a frightfully gorgeous female with pale skin, black coal lips and the most scrumscious, swollen sphere of pregnant belly that seemed to jut forth with delicious glory, framed by a cloak of shadowy fur, tightly hugging equally massive breasts. Her belly was round and smooth, almost perfect without a hint of flaw, wondrous and heavy and beautiful. She stood in the doorway, waiting for the volatile immortal to turn and look at her. Epyon merely cocked his head her direction and motioned for her to come in. With stunning grace the hugely pregnant female strolled forward, pausing at the dead girl long enough to dip her hands the ruptured dome of flesh and cupping out a handful of warm blood. She lifted the nectar to her face, allowing droplets to fall upon her gravid shelf of belly, thick streams rolling down the grand slope of the turgid mountain as poured the warm red liquid down her through, blood spilling over her full, succulent lips as she continued forward. With a bloody hand she gripped Epyons’ cheeks and pulled him in closely until their blood cover lips met with hungry passion, their tongues twirling about eachother with sexual heat and animal like desire. The goblet clanged to the floor as Epyon dropped the dish and cupped the witches tantalizing swell, squeezing and massaging the taunt flesh almost lovingly. Gently he broke their embrace, blood smeared across their faces.
“Sister Lilith; I’ve been wondering what has taken you so long. All is well with Olivia I take it?”
Slowly she ran her fingers up the side of his thickness, feeling it harden beneath her touch, poking at her belly.
“Yes my lord. The dragoness is resting. She has been doing nothing but feasting since conceiving and has grown quite plump and delicious. Ebony has also been feeding, but a great wrym eats considerably more. The stock from Raze would make a delectable meal for our dear dragon.”
She was now openly stroking the immortals cock, feeling his girth grow thicker and harder within her small hand. He was smiling, his golden eyes closed to slits, yet he still spoke with a clear head.
“I have plans for that host. Use the smaller ones from Mistress Tharas’ ship. They should keep our lady dragon content. Lord Crimson and Nataku have departed to hunt down Iceburn. It would be a…ah…a fight to behold. Now Lilith, you did not just come here to say hello?”
The Gravidian Witch eased herself into a plush, satin chair, dragging the Immortal of Shadows along by his stiff tool. With one hand Lilith unclasped her furred cloak, allowing her huge, milk-swollen breasts to fall free, flopping heavily upon her wonderfully turgid dome, the two juggs were topped by soft, pink areola and thick, rosy nipples. As the cloak fell away it revealed all her beauty. Lilith was truly beautiful, almost angelic in appearance with soft, smooth features, full black lips, dark, seductive eyes that twinkled with life and topped with thick black lashes. Her hair was as black as the dark one himself, a stark contrast to her nearly white flesh. She was radiant, exuding all her fertile sexuality as slowly she eased Epyons’ dark girth between her lips, allowing her flesh to caress all of his muscle; her velvet tongue ran along the underside of his shaft until Lilith was gagging on his sex. With meticulous care Lilith sucked up and down the immortals’ length, Epyons’ huge cock growing even more between her lips. She took him deep down her throat, grabbing on to his firm buttocks, her nails digging into his flesh as she began to suck harder and faster, making loud slurping and gulping noises as she did so. The dark daemonic fiend pumped his hips rhythmically along with the bobbing of her head, forcing himself deeper and deeper down her esophagus. Long black fingernails ran along the thin flesh of his scrotum as Lilith tickled the sensitive skin, causing a shudder through the Lord of Shadows. Epyon wanted more and carefully eased himself back until only the head of his cock was in Liliths’ mouth. He then scooped up as much of her bountiful tit flesh as possible and wrapped the enormous orbs around his shaft. Her cleavage was like hot silk that gripped him like a vice, almost as tight as the untainted pussy of virgin. With haste he started fucking her tits, the milk filled juggs wobbling madly in his hands while the soft flesh of her belly tantalized his dangling nut sack and inner thighs. With deep, soulful and intelligent eyes of pitch Lilith looked up at the immortal, barely containing his orgasm, his cock painfully full of cum. She could tell he was trying to decide whether or not to kill her, his desire for carnage almost as powerful as his lust for sex. Lilith let the cock slip from her mouth, her tongue lapping away at its swollen head. He was thrusting frantically now, her body jerking with his every movement.
“Mm…my…ll…lord…if y…you…wish for…for…(lap)…more…then Dho…Dhonytae iissss…r…(slurp)…ready!”
He looked down at the wicked beauty, a truly evil grin forming on his lips.
“Who would take her place?”
With those words Lilith caught the head of the immortals pumping muscle as it emerged from the cavern of her bosom and sucked deeply, stealing away Epyons’ control as he erupted into her mouth. Gouts of thick, heavy cum shot down her almost unending throat and Lilith swallowed it all, every last drop. For nearly a minute Epyon pumped his seed into the Gravidian Witch and she took it all in, her hands stroking the sides of her huge belly as it slowly swelled with the new life. The immortal stepped back and watched as Lilith grew, her belly stretching and filling, spreading her shapely legs wider, her hips spreading as her massive breasts became immense; tight and heavy, milk streaming from the nipples, unable to contain the sustenance that was pouring in. After only a few moments Lilith looked huge, nearly carrying another person within her taunt, gravid sphere, her tummy soon appeared as if it would burst, her belly button now a faint memory, the creamy flesh nearly transparent, a eight foot globe of wonderful belly. The whole time Lilith just looked at Epyon, beads of sweat rolling down her brow, her body glistening with wet as she changed, trembling under the pressure of orgasmic birth. The dark immortal then touched her quivering sphere and Lilith groaned with a monstrous climax, her whole, swollen body shivering as she came. Epyon smiled as the Gravidian Witch purred with the delicious feeling of power that her new brood was feeding her. She was brave and devoted and completely willing to give herself up for him. And she was devious and evil, all the things he loved in a woman. Besides, Dhonytae would be fun to watch. Lilith licked her lips; her eyes closed tight, aftershocks of her orgasm rolling over her. Now the power was hers.

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Xherhe’zephena was once again bustling with life as the drow and dwarves began to put back together the reclaimed city. Most of the pregnant females took care of the light duties; those few who could walk without aid. Those too large to move were attended to by the Batarian whom soon arrived once the city was secured. In the main hall, the Temple of Szrhae’lere; Khlendros, Keishalae and Whendyee were discussing how to further protect the underdark since a small group of the necromancers known as the Sisters of Dark Birth had escaped the purge, along with a small contingent of Yuan Ti. With them were Silverfox; who remained very close to her king, always stroking her new and wondrous belly, Thorin, Sebron, Rivin, Tia’bella, Quintex and Toc. The others were told to rest up and enjoy the city, which they did most happily. Khambien and Charlize strolled the halls of the beautiful place, dwarves and drow treating them like heroes as they went. But Charlize, who had been fending off the urge was soon overcome by her desire and pulled the snow elf into a room that was probably a lounge area, mushroom pillows covered the floor, making it soft and yet firm. Charlize pushed her lover down on the floor and just flashed him a mischievous grin. Slowly she ran her hands over her deliciously, amazingly swollen belly, the cinnamon flesh tight and smooth, her fingers gliding over the spherical slopes moving down to her widened waist and began to undo her leather skirt that hung low on her hips. Khambien was amazed at how beautiful and how pregnant she was, her belly looking nearly six months with octuplets, larger than it had been hours early. She was deliciously big now. Even watching her now, as she slowly, seductively danced before him, shift and gyrate with melodic rhythm, he could swear her belly was slowly growing before his eyes. This made him love her even more. Almost wraithlike the stunning gypsy danced for her lover as she eased off her leather skirt, revealing more and more of her lovely flesh. Khambien was growing noticeably aroused as the bulge in his leather breeches grew harder and thicker as he watched the big bellied gypsy, shift and sway before him, her swollen, curvy body moving gracefully before his eyes as if the thirty pounds of taunt gravity was enhancing her splendor rather than hindering it. With ease and sensual grace Charlize slipped from her skirt as her hands glided up her every curve and swell until they caught the lower edges of her revealing halter, which she teasingly removed from her milk laden breasts, drinking in the attention her lover was giving her. Just as the top covered her eyes she felt his soft gentle hands slide across the expanse of her distended middle, then tender, loving lips embrace hers. She also felt the hard, heavy log of Khambiens’ sex poke into her expanded waist. Her lovers’ hands glided up her sides until coming up beneath her huge, weighty tits, cupping them carefully as they did. The snow elf was amazed at the shear weight of each of the orbs as he hoisted them up, testing their firmness; his lips and tongue still making love to Charlizes’ mouth. With her eyes still blocked, Charlize could only feel her friends’ movements as his lips reluctantly left hers and with soft butterfly licks he worked his way down her neck and over her chest until he finally reached his destination. There in silence for a brief moment as Khambien marveled at the immensity of his loves’ breasts. Her tits were almost twice the size of her head, smothered in wonderful, succulent cinnamon flesh, her areola, huge round saucers had darkened due to the swelling and her nipples were plump and heavy, nearly half and inch long and stiff, barely containing the gallons of rich milk they held. He blew softly on one of the erect nubs and watched Charlize shiver under the sensation, her full lips parting as she cooed with pleasure. Then slowly he wrapped his mouth around that same nipple and began to suck. He was surprised as milk sprang into his mouth but Khambien was even more startled hearing the pregnant gypsy gasp and moan as she came almost instantly. The wily snow elf slid one hand behind her big, round scrumscious ass that was a wonderful bubble and worked his way between her creamy, plump thighs until he finally felt her sex, her juices streaming forth. Without hesitation he plunged two fingers into her climaxing wetness and Charlize screamed, Khambien opening the floodgates; fingering her as he drained her painfully swollen breast. One handed the handsome elf managed to heft up the other huge mammary and clamped down on its stiff nipple, Charlize visibly shaking and shivering beneath in his arms, her voice singing out in sexual delight. After a good while of this Charlize was breathless, quaking with pleasure, her eyes still covered. Khambien slowly lowered her to the mushroom bed and slid her leather halter from her eyes, allowing him to see the sexual exhaustion and fire that still burned in her soft brown orbs. She was panting as he once again began to show her how much he enjoyed her body. From a pouch on his waist Khambien pulled forth a vile of clear liquid, which he broke over the great rise of her belly. Like molasses the stuff poured onto her taunt flesh, as it did so the cool liquid caused a tingle within and gorgeous elf groaned as the tightness of her belly flesh relented and her belly noticeably swelled up as if she were making room for more. Finally slipping off her top she looked at Khambien queerly, who was rubbing the cool stuff all over the massive globe, her turgid tummy glistening and shimmering as he did so. With amazing skill the snow elf eased out of his armor and went quickly back to work until Charlize was “ohing” and “cooing” her satisfaction. Then with three gel covered fingers he once again buried himself into her dripping sex, stroking his huge, thicker cock with his free hand, covering it with the liquid. When Charlize was again panting with his pumping hand, her gasps faltering as she hit a pleasurable peek he removed his fingers and replaced them with his own rock hard manhood. The gypsy princess’ eyes bugged out as she let loose a soundless scream of pure ecstasy. With long, deep strokes Khambien made love to Charlize, growing harder and stronger as her plump, velvet lips gripped his cock with every thrust. With unknown strength Charlize pushed herself up on her hands, squeezing her huge belly and making it bugle to look even bigger, forcing herself tighter around the snow elfs’ shaft, the lucky elf opening his mouth in erotic strain, loving the sudden feeling. His eyes locked onto his lovers and they smiled together as he continued to thrust into her, both knowing he wouldn’t last very long, as long as she kept this position. She could feel his urgency as they began to pant and breath together, her orgasm building up with his as the became one. He placed his hands on her belly and shivered just a bit as he came, shooting his seed deep into her full womb with every thrust as her cream spilled over his thickness, soaking his inner thighs. As one they shuddered with duel orgasm. Khambien laid the angelic beauty upon her back and looked down at his love and winked, as her belly suddenly grew tight and swelled up, the liquid working perfectly. Charlize merely gasped at the joyful feeling, as she grew even more pregnant, her taunt flesh pulling and stretching tighter. She now looked six months with dectuplets, her belly a grand swollen sphere of tight, gravid, pregnancy. Her hips widen as her breasts swelled as well, though this only accentuated the growth of her pregnancy. Purring she stretched out fully, letting her tricky lover to explore her new curves and glow at his handy work. Her words were soft, tired and harmlessly accusational, not really mad but thankful.
“You had to didn’t you?”
Khambien just shrugged and slid in close to his lover. The two were soon asleep. Outside the room stood two dwarves, armed in spiked plate and each wielding some very nasty looking battleaxes, protectively guarding the lovers’ privacy.

Ruby, Celeste and Serenity had decided to indulge themselves as they took a long bath in one of the many hot springs within the city. Attending to them were six very handsome drow; slender, muscular and hung. Celeste was big now, though not as big as Charlize or Lady Kira but still big, her belly a gloriously round sphere of gravidity. She looked at least seven months along with quintuplets. The great bubble of flesh rose from the warm waters, as did her two milk filled juggs, resting upon the massive shelf. Serenity was half submerged next to the pregnant beauty, her hands rubbing the taunt, tender orb with childlike curiosity, this causing the lovely captain to hum with relaxed pleasure. Ruby was lounging, licking her lips as the drow came and went, getting oils and fruits for the three as they enjoyed the down time. Soon she motioned for two of them to sit next to her and as soon as they hit the water their cocks were in her small grasp. Drow were not big, their body size between dwarf and human, making them big enough for a halfling without being too big. But body size had nothing to do with the two cocks in Rubys’ little hands. She was stroking the two off with skill; Kimmurel, a taller drow with a long ponytail and the other, Masoj, was perfectly proportioned with a long mane of hair. She looked each of them as she jerked their cocks, both of them were stunningly handsome, there skin as black as onyx, Kimmurels’ yellow eyes were closed to slits while Masoj reached down and began rubbing one of her big, firm melons. She leaned in on Kimmurels’ cock and slowly eased the hard phallus into her hungry mouth. Celeste looked over at her favorite archer, sucking off one drow as she jerked off another, her own pussy growing wet, not to mention the tantalizing belly rub Serenity was offering her, soothing her turgid skin. The pirate captain looked over to one of the other drow standing by and with a head nod he was over next to her his long pole deep down her throat. Serenity, an air nymph with no need to breath, just sank into the water, moving between her shapely thighs, her hands rubbing the underside of Celestes’ belly as her tongue began its own mission on the lovely females’ erect clit. The drow in between Celestes’ lips was known as Dantrag, bigger than most of his kind in everyway. The hugely pregnant Celeste would have been moaning with sexual passion as Serenity worked her swollen twat had her mouth not been completely full of Dantrags’ hulking shaft, thick gulping and slurping sounds ensuing. Another drow was soon joining them, suckling on one of her titian sized udders, relieving the abundant pressure of the milk inside. She thought his name Guy’rai but Celeste really wasn’t thinking about names.
Kimmurel was fucking Rubys’ face now, pumping his cock as deep down her throat as possible, the amazing halfling just taking it all in, her tiny hand still working over Masojs’ member. She was taking Kimmurel with joy as she fondled his cum filled balls with her free hand, feeling him shudder with her touch. Ruby barely heard the splash as another drow, Dinin, joined the fun. She felt his hands slide over her curving hips and then one hand slip into her tight twat, a low muffled moan coming from her cock filled lips. Three beautiful drow were about to fuck her senseless. Kimmurel eased out of her mouth just so she could fill it with Masojs’ meat. She then saw Dinin, young, strong and handsome, light red eyes, a soft smile and a cock that touched his knee. Immediately she grabbed it and began to jerk, firmly pulling and stroking the thick rod until it swelled in her hand, growing to almost fifteen inches. Ruby could barely hold her excitement, sucking Masojs’ cock with even greater vigor. Kimmurel cupped her round buttocks and lifted her from the water just high enough to slide his big pole into her wet sex. He nearly came right then, never feeling anyone so tight and soft before.
The last of the drow males, Rizzen, gently pulled Serenity from her work and brushing her wet strands from her face kissed her with heated lust. She was overwhelmed by his hunger but relished it, feeling how hard he was next to her creamy thigh. Guy’rai released Celestes’ wobbling orb and joined his brother with Serenity, lifting her by the waist and planting her on Rizzens’ huge dick. The nymph yelped at his surprising size but loved the feel of her pussy as it made way for him. She kissed him hard as Guy’rai, no slouch on size, suddenly penetrated her ass. The two simultaneously fucked her, pumping into the gorgeous female in unison. It felt so wonderful that Serenity was afraid she may faint with pleasure.
Sense Guy’rai no longer held her breast, Celeste slid Dantrag free of her mouth, allowing her to turn and lean against the edge of the spring. The drow caught the hint and slipped into the pool behind her. He was awestruck by the beauty of her round, bubble like ass that was so full of shape, her thick, delectable thighs and her belly that hung low beneath her, submerged in the water, along with her mammoth mammeries. His hands were shaking as stroked her globular bottom, feeling the smoothness of her buttocks. With a cruel teasing move he stroked the head of his cock over the pregnant humans’ erect clit, feeling her swollen body squirm and beg for him to enter her. She looked back at the drow with almost pleading eyes as he finally eased himself into her plump pussy. Celeste clawed the natural earthy edge, Dantrag was so big she thought he would split her open, her mouth gaping wide, her eyes closed tight with the pleasurable pain. With wondrous grace the captain of the Shadow Dancer began to work and gyrate her wide hips and big backside over Dantrags’ cock, which had him shivering with lust. With hunger he began to drill Celeste hastily. Soon they were both dripping with sweat and water, steam from the pool filling the air around them.
Ruby was moaning and whimpering as Kimmurel slammed into her pussy, her full tits wobbling about her tiny chest. She could no longer suck off Masoj or Dinin, fearing that she might hurt one of them. They were content though, the gorgeous beauty jerking them off till they both felt the need to cum. The skilled halfling wrapped her strong legs around her drow lover, pulling him deeper into her sex, his cock touching her every crevasse, working her wonderfully; her climax on the rise. Then with skill he slipped out of her pussy and into her tight asshole in one fluid motion. Ruby howled as she came, the surprise and utter filling of her body put her over the edge. Her sweet juices splattered over Kimmurels’ lower abs as in three brief strokes he tightened up and came, shooting his hot cream deep into her ass. The drow closed his eyes tight as he bucked and shivered, blasting almost eight years of sexual tension into the halfling. Finally spent Kimmurel withdrew as Masoj hopped on the edge of the pool, Ruby quickly engulfing his sex while Dinin slid behind her and eased all of his huge muscle between her nether lips. Ruby gripped the poolside, her fingers digging into the unworked earth, the whole of her body shivering with uncontainable pleasure, her body being filled to capacity by the biggest cock she had ever seen or felt. Cum still leaked from her sphincter as Dinin slowly began to thrust all his meat into her tight halfling pussy, her heavy tits slapping over the steaming springs surface. Masoj just let Ruby work, the gorgeous red head managing to work his stiff pole with her lips and tongue without error, even as she was getting stuffed from behind.
Guy’rai and Rizzen were shaking as they duel fucked the unimaginably beautiful nymph who was panting and grunting right along with them. Serenity could feel their cocks quaking within her body, her pussy and ass quivering as she began to boil over, her sexual peak on the verge. Her massive tits bounced wildly over Rizzens’ masculine face, his tongue lapping away at her deep cleavage. It was almost as if they could feel the closeness of her orgasm because both drow began to rhythmically increase their tempo and speed, thrusting deeper and harder until she was shivering.
“OOOhhh…fffuu…fffuuuccckkkk…MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Warm liquid splashed out from her body, coating Rizzens’ pulsing cock, the huge organ sliding even further as Guy’rai stopped altogether, holding in his monster sized load. Serenitys’ nails were buried in Rizzens’ back as her body shuddered and quaked and spasmed with orgasmic power. The two drow carefully eased the still shivering nymph off their cum engorged cocks, each of them breathing deeply as to not erupt too soon. Serenity was breathless as they lowered her into the warm water, her huge breasts heaving with every breath, looking at her two handsome lovers looking upon her, almost begging for her to finish. She gave them both one of the sexiest smiles they would ever see; melting away all worries or bothers, her sweet lips gliding over Guy’rais’ staff, caressing all his length in one gulp. The drow moaned as he instantaneously pumped his load down her throat. The air nymph swallowed every thick blast of hot spunk, the creamy, sugary liquid jetting into her hungry mouth. With one hand she squeezed and milked his tight ball sack, milking it of its contents, the young drows body rigid with his long overdue climax; her other hand was lovingly stroking Rizzen, his breath burdened as he contained his own release. After many long moments Guy’rai went limp in her mouth, his entire body relaxing and slipping tiredly into the water, the young elf spent beyond words. Serenity immediately swallowed up Rizzens’ pulsating erection, her soft, satin tongue working the bulbous head of the spear. Amazingly he lasted longer than his companion, pumping his hips forward, deeper into her mouth but it wasn’t long before his breath grew short and his body began to shake uncontrollably. The glowing, white skinned immortal let the huge phallus fall between her glorious globes, the silky flesh wet and inviting. She clamped her titans around his quivering cock and ran the baby soft flesh over all his length, sending the happy drow over the edge. He gripped her shoulders tightly as he fucked the virgin like depths of her melons.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Rizzen gave one great thrust as ropes of semen were ejected from his cock, blasting and splattering in Serenitys’ hair and on her lust filled face, across her nose and lips, thick pools plopping heavily upon the expanse of her delicious tit flesh. The climax was so intense that poor Rizzen nearly collapsed, just catching himself on the waters edge, cum still spurting from his shaft, his whole body failing him, growing weak and unsteady. Serenity scoped up gobs of his jism and slid them into her mouth, relishing the sweetness.
Masoj was next to go, Rubys’ tongue and mouth work sending him out of control. He jerked as the halfling took him entirely down her throat, sucking hard at the base of his stock. He gritted his teeth as his cum gushed down her hungry gullet. He came so much that poor Rubys’ cheeks puffed out with fullness. Even as she began gulping down his wad she could feel Dinin tense behind her. She rammed herself back on his cock, not giving him a chance to pull out but forcing him to fill her womb with his seed, knowingly impregnating herself. The drow gripped her small waist and with one great thrust he buried himself to his cocks’ hilt and released. It was so powerful that Ruby felt he would blast her through the wall, the female still filling her belly with Masojs’ stuff. A minute later Dinin slipped free from Rubys’ cum filled pussy, his entire body weak and tired and happy; his mind too blurred with the long awaited sex that he didn’t even realize Ruby would be the mother of many of his children. Masoj was almost unconscious from all the exertion and Ruby simply lay on the bank of the spring, rubbing her flat belly that would soon be large and round and full of young.
Dantrag was literally shaking with desire as Celeste ground her pussy over his cock, feeling his urgency as he rubbed the hanging swell of her expectancy. It took only a few more deep strokes and the drow slid out of her warm wet sex and fell between the soft yet firm cheeks of her big rear, pressing the creamy globes over his meat and pumping away until he finally blew, strings of sticky, pearly white nut decorated her back and drenched brown locks. She was continued to grind her hips until she was she sure the young drow was dry. Celeste then turned and hugged her elven lover, kissing him with heated passion, his hands caressing her huge, glowing sphere of pregnancy.

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Lady Kira and Iceburn sat within one of the cities many mage towers, looking over the magically lit city. It was spectacular. For the druid Nieth, it wasn’t her first time meeting with the ancient dragon, in fact she had known him as long as she had known Sebron and in much the same way she knew the half elven mage. It had been some time since the two had been together, almost a century and a half, yet nothing had changed between them; save her marvelous pregnancy; something she knew had quickly caught her dear friends attention, the gorgeous Nieth lying back on the dragons’ broad chest, her wings magically retracted allowing her to lay there comfortably, one of his hands gently running through her lustrous hair, the other stroking and caressing the immense swell of her hugely pregnant belly, the sphere full of quintuplets, rose and fell with her every breath. As old as he was, he had seen wonders and splendors of ages, Iceburn still marveled at Lady Kiras’ raw beauty, especially now, her body so full and ripe, her every swell and curve a delicious picture of pregnancy.
“How long has it been Iceburn?”
His eyes, swirls of burning flame, seemed to narrow as he thought back, giving him an almost pained look, though the pregnant druid could not see it. Finally he seemed to relax.
“Since I was last with the Enchantress, about eighty some years ago.”
Kira turned slightly in his arms, trying to look at the beautiful man. She could feel him shift his weight so they could see eachother.
“How is she? It has been sometime since I saw her last.”
“She was expecting…again. A centaurs’ young I believe. When I left she was ready to pop with children, albeit she was twice your gorgeous size.”
Reaching back and pulling the old dragon close, her lips just nestling against his, their breath warm and sweet in eachothers mouths, Kira whispered to him.
“Well, you can fix that…if you dare!”
His eyes narrowed, a bit of worry flashing through them.
“I have carried both Sevenstars’ young and Shattergolds’. I can carry yours as well.”
“What of your young?”
Kira moved away so she could look into the depths of her dangerous friends fiery orbs.
“I am pregnant with the young of a Nieth who died long ago. I am sure he would not mind if they were joined with yours. Please, Iceburn. You have endured so much my friend, let me do this for you.”
Though they did not fall, the enchanting druid could see the tears well up in his eyes as she pulled him back in, their lips pressing against eachother with such passion and love and respect that it was overwhelming. His hands rubbed and caressed her glorious swell, drinking in her every curve, the tautness of her bronze flesh, the smoothness of her size and shape. A muffled moan of excitement resounded from their embraced lips, their tongues vying for space in eachothers mouths. Slowly Iceburn worked his way under the Nieths’ milk engorged breasts, still hidden under the silken folds of her robe. He gasped at their unbelievable weight, so full of sustenance that they looked ready to burst, even under the mask of cloth. Gently he lifted the silk veil, allowing the huge, plump udders to fall free, landing heavily upon her shelf of pregnancy. Though he could not see them, the two lovers still entwined in their kiss; neither coming up for air, he groped and massaged their full weight, feeling the softness of flesh, her thick, permanently erect nipples playfully stabbing his palm. Carefully he explored the vastness of her bosom, feeling and loving all of her tit flesh, teasing it with light strokes and exciting it with painless pinches. Beneath him, Kira purred and squirmed with desire, her sex pulsing with all the attention her sensitive orbs were receiving, her first orgasm welling up within her loins. It was so intense that she could hardly focus on the kiss, her lips and tongue almost motionless as her body began to shudder, her belly wobbling with her every gyration. Iceburn quit kissing her all together, the angelic female was openly panting, all her concentration lost to her upcoming climax. She stiffened suddenly, mouth agape, her huge, fleshy dome seeming to swell up as she screamed out silently, a spray of liquid, the Nieths’ milky juices splashing out over her thighs and on the cushion. Kira spasmed multiple times, each time a gush of cum shot out until she merely shivered within the dragons grasp, his hands now soothing her quaking belly, the mass of flesh slick with sweat. Slowly she sat up, squeezing her great ball of pregnancy and without warning her golden wings burst from her back, as if she were a great eagle preparing to take flight. With two strong flaps of her wings the Nieth was standing, and then she turned, her massive, baby filled belly leading the way, and she stood before Iceburn, tall and majestic, beautiful beyond comprehension, all her glorious shape, every curve and swell, all her pregnant perfection amplified by those golden wings spread proudly.
“Now it’s your turn.”
The dragon, his cock forming a large tent in his trousers was completely in awe of the druids’ splendor. She waved her hand and instantly the dragons’ shirt and tunic were removed, vanished to someplace neither cared. Kira looked upon Iceburn for a moment. He was a masterwork of physical artistry, muscled but not to many, smooth and slender but not thin and his cock was like a titan, a tower of manhood rising from the plain of his wonderful body. Kira wanted to taste it so badly but the desire to feel it buried within her was even stronger and she relented to that urge as she stepped over him, her wet, dripping pussy, her thick lips glistening with her juices, lined up perfectly over that delicious looking cock. Almost as if time had slowed down just for them, Kira lowered herself onto the thick shaft. She swooned with pleasure as soon as the bulbous head pierced her nether lips, spreading them wide as she descended, filling her up like she had never before been filled, so much so that she feared she may burst if he went any deeper but she only continued to engulf him into her sex and it was wonderful. A tear of pure ecstasy ran down her cheek when she had finally taken him in completely, resting her weight upon him, allowing them both to enjoy the feeling, her womb stuffed with his thickness, her tight pussy gripping every inch of his cock, the poor dragon nearly cumming as soon as he felt her upon the tip of his stock. She leaned forward, as much as her belly would allow, taking his strong hands, giving her balance as she began to gently lift herself up and down his nearly eleven inch length, the druids’ velvet lips sliding along his member, caressing him tightly as she stopped herself just short of his swollen tip and brought her body all the way down to the base, the curve of her belly plopping down on his flat abdomen. By the gawds she felt so good and Iceburn wasn’t sure how long he could last, each of her deep strokes causing immeasurable joy and pain within his body. Almost eighty years had gone by of battle and blood, now he was being embraced by the warmth and love of one of the most sensuous creatures he had ever met. Rhythmically Iceburn began to pump his hips, thrusting against the Nieth, the two meeting before she could lower herself, their flesh, now slick with passion, clapping as they met. Kiras’ breath grew deeper and heavier, the dragon growing within her sex, his breathing quickening as their pace grew faster, more intense, more pleasurable. The slapping of flesh filled the room as she bounced off his hips, his huge organ buried so deep she felt as if he was within the center of her belly. He was grunting now as heavy drops of sweat rolled down the expanse of her gravidity, splashing upon his chest, his shaft quaking with urgency, the feel of her pussy lips quivering and contracting, awaiting her rapidly approaching climax. She was whipping her head about wildly as her swollen body was filled beyond words, her body shaking, glowing as made love to her friend, her face flushed with sexual heat.
“Ccc…ccuu…cccuuummm…ccuummm ffor…rr…mmeeee!!!!!!!!”
Iceburn squeezed her hands tightly, almost painfully as his eyes entrapped hers with such power that she became orgasmic with lust and fear. He shivered almost, his muscles tensing up as he came suddenly, the great beast roaring with pleasure, his voice shaking the room as he released, and as he did so, he thrust deep into his lover. The hot liquid gushed into her body, burning her every nerve with pleasure until she was bucking savagely, her own climax blasting through her being. Both of them shuddered with orgasmic glee, crying and moaning with every joyous sensation. Kira was absolutely breathless as she felt the beginning twinge of conception, the orgasmic growth of her belly as it tingled with delight. Her wings slowly as she slid off his cock and leaned next to the ledge, her delicious thighs spread for the up coming change. Iceburn placed his hand on her gorgeous pregnancy as it grew slowly beneath his touch. His eyes widened as she grew, appearing nine months with quintuplets and growing to almost ten months with at least thirteen young, her soft bronze flesh pulled unbelievably tight, her poor belly button struggling to maintain, a dark line traveling up the grand slope of her new pregnant sphere, resting now about five feet from her body. She could feel the weight as her luscious thighs grew thicker, her hips widened and her breasts overflowed with milk. Baby fat rolled over her wonderful body, covered with new sensuous and sexy curves. Kira wiped some of her sweat soaked hair from her face and stroked her hugely swollen belly, resting heavily between her plump thighs. The coldfire dragon gently kissed her taunt gravid swell, round and distended, and then carefully sat her between his legs where she fell fast asleep, his hands caressing her wonderful belly with undying love and friendship.

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Raylenethos walked the halls by herself, contemplating the many events of the day when a young drow female, wearing a silken gown split down the center as to allow for her hefty, milky juggs, full to bursting and her belly, a massive ball of ebony flesh to breath, stopped her. She was cute, her face rounded and soft due to the pregnancy, her hips wide and sensuous, her belly, swollen so big she looked as if she carried a full grown elf inside her. With deep purple eyes and a smile bright and joyful she pulled Raylenthos’ hand to her lush lips and kissed it. Then without another word she put her own hands together and when she opened them there was a silver statue of a sexy female, slim hips, rounded ass and big, full tits resting upon her chest. Her hair was shoulder length and there was a seductive grin on her lips. The drow female took the half elfs’ hand and dropped the statue in it with a smile.
“Her name is Lita. Lita the Chaser, a genie of remarkable power and true friend when friendship is earned, as I hope you will find out. Set her free and she will join you and aid you. Thank you for all you have done.”
Speechless Raylenthos stood there looking at the statue as the gorgeous drow waddled off.

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It was later that evening when most of the heroes had finally gone to sleep, exhaustion finally catching up to them when Sebron was paid a visit by the Yuan Ti spy, Kasornin. Earlier that day the two had spoke and the mage had felt her attraction towards him, the heat radiating from her pregnant beauty. Even before she came to him, Sebron felt her presence, knowing that she wanted to be with him before she gave birth. He heard her knock and then enter his room, the mage too tired to get the door. She slithered up to the bed and slid her hand along his upper thigh until she could grip his semi-hard shaft. Sebron sat up slightly and looked at her. Kasornin was gorgeous, her features smooth and delicate, yet held the mysterious serpentine quality, her breasts, full and heavy; like two huge melons, lightly covered in scales they were so big and her belly, huge and distended, stretched so much that the scales were smooth. She was in her nine month he knew and she could deliver any day, for she was pregnant with twenty plus Yuan Ti. Since that morning her belly had swollen; an eighty pound mass of pregnancy. When their time to deliver draws near, Yuan Ti begin to swell and grow until their bellies are nearly a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds of belly mass. Kasornin stroked her own taunt sphere, the flesh so smooth that it was shiny, the green tint stretched away.
“For freeing my sisterssss I offer you a gifffft.”
With those words she tugged away Sebrons’ covers and gazed upon his thickness, her forked tongue flicking out and tasting the wonderful sex, sending a pleasurable shiver through the mages’ body. Slowly she runs her tongue along his length, causing him to him to tense, his cock becoming instantly rigid as the hugely pregnant beauty rises up on her tail and engulfs his member. Sebron grips the sheets of his bed, her mouth sending such sensations through him that he felt he would cum almost instantly. Her head bobs up and down Sebrons’ shaft, his nine inches welling up to nearly elven in her mouth, her tongue wrapped around his length, stroking him while she sucks him off. Sweat rolls off his brow, the oral skills of the pregnant beauty driving him crazy, her loud sucks and slurps filling the room. Sebron sat up, reaching down and cupping one of the lovely creatures amazing breasts, its weight and fullness astonishing him. Milk squirted from the stiff nipple as he gave it a gentle squeeze, Kasornin shivering slightly at the erotic touch, though still working on his thickness.
Though the mage had been with many women and species, the Yuan Ti were new for him but he was far from deterred as he closed his eyes and as they opened the same eerie light of greenish fae burned within them, covering the room in its powerful glow. He looked down at his legs and blew. As the air passed over them the two appendages melted together and elongated until they formed one solid tail, long and sleek. Kasornin rose up and looked upon his new form in wonderment; Sebron curling up his tail, whipping it about hers, twirling about her like a knot, until his huge stock just touched the scaly covering that hid her sex. As if it had a mind of its own the, Sebrons’ schlong slid under the hood and right into her slick sex. It happened so quickly that the Yuan Ti cried out in pleasure, the mage was so big that he filled her beyond her imagination. Now she was at his mercy for Sebron wrapped himself around her swollen body, his hands caressing and stroking her heavy gravidity, loving her delicious curves, touching and exploring the females growing sides, the taunt smoothness of her belly flesh, while he quickly clamped down on one of her huge mammeries, his forked tongue entwining her erect nipple, milking her for her creamy nectar. Kasornin was flooded with sexual delight in seconds as her lover worked his serpentine hips as if he were born with them, pumping into deeply and easily meanwhile sucking on her milk engorged breast, drinking her wine ravenously. She gripped him tightly, her sharp claws slicing into his flesh, her moans of passion like music. Kasornin was losing herself to her animal side as Sebron bit into her neck, not deep but enough for her feel it and relish it, for Yuan Ti, though reptilian, were wild when they made love, enjoying just a bit of pain with immeasurable amounts of pleasure. Her magnificent belly pushed into the half-elfs’ gut as she ground herself further on Sebrons’ shaft; feeling his tip within the depths of her womb, sweat rolling off the deliciously taunt sphere. Squeezing and pawing the malleable flesh of her breasts, Sebron kissed the full-lipped Kasornin, their twin tongues teasing eachother. He slowly pulled back his upper torso, relishing her luscious, pregnant beauty, her huge belly distended so many feet, glistening with perspiration, the sex crazed vixen hefting up one of her mammoth utters and filling her mouth with it, sucking in her delicious milk, the other wobbling about on the shelf of her pregnancy, with yellow serpentine eyes ablaze with passion staring at him, drawing him in; mesmerizing him as snake would its prey, while worked his lower body in rhythm with hers, feeling his cum enraged cock near exploding. But he was still in control. The mage moved back in close to her and with a gently nudge urged her onto her back, as his tail unraveled and reformed into muscular thighs, straddling her thick, writhing tail, his cock literally buried in her sex and his hands gripping and kneading the plump, tight flesh of her wondrous belly, sweat running over his hands. Kasornin loosed her massive udder, unable to concentrate on the task as Sebron mirrored his huge cock, stuffing the secondary hole that served as her sphincter. The amazing beauty arched up uncontrollably, the utter filling of her body driving her crazy with hunger, a climax of such force building up within her, her beautiful globe looking marvelous, exposed in all its turgid glory. Somehow she sat up, her belly pushing Sebron back with its size but the wily mage simply elongated his organs as he held her tightly squeezed tummy fast. Her tongue lashed out and tasted his sweat cheek as his own lashed out and lapped at her stiff nipple causing her to shudder and pushing her climax until she could no longer contain it. With a feral hiss the gorgeous Kasornin hunkered down, her body quaking with pressure as she had a magnificent orgasm, her juices squirting out of the edges of her stuffed pussy lips. Breathlessly she fell back, grasping at her belly, relishing her body as she continued to cum and Sebron continued to fuck her. The mage, dripping wet pulled out, his twin cocks merging into one and he straddled the Yuan Ti’s face and she gobbled up his cock, determined to finish what she started. Her tongue twirled about his nearly foot long shaft and milked him as she slurped his swollen cock head. It was only a matter of moments before Sebron stiffened and grunted, cum jetting down the females throat, so much so that some spurted out her mouth was so full. With one hand and her tail she balanced her still growing girth, nearly a pound an hour, while she used her free hand and tongue to jerk him dry, drops of ivory splashing on her valley of cleavage or the expanse of her belly. Sebron collapsed to his bed, the exhaustion of the adventure finally catching up to him. Kasornin eased his head onto her soft pillowy breasts and allowed him to slumber until morning.

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Lady Dhonytae floated down the halls with her two daemon escorts, the magical jewel Epyon had given his favorite breeders and his one Gravidian Witch, which allowed them to move once their bellies were far to big for their bodies to carry. She was plump and full and both her escorts could feel the sex dripping off her, they could taste it. They walked her to a large room were she saw the lovely Olivia, pregnant beyond words, her thighs plump and heavy spread wide to encompass her gargantuan belly, a good ten feet of distended pregnancy, her giant sized breasts resting atop it comfortably and her immense bellied sister, Lilith, her creamy flesh dome glowing with expectancy, nearly nine feet of wondrous pregnant beauty. Immediately the powerful witch felt the danger as Corbios, in his daemonic visage stood proudly behind the self-proclaimed dragon queen, beside him, a black-scaled seven-foot tall daemon, his eyes a deadly pale yellow. Behind them stood the quadruplets, four ten-foot draconic, daemon beasts, handsome and wrong, one dark, blackish blue, another blood crimson, the third as white as fallen snow and the fourth a deep forest green. As one they look at the deeply tanned witch, her huge belly almost eight foot of taunt sienna colored flesh, ready to burst with young. Her boulder sized breasts rest to the sides of her magnificent swell. Almost instinctively she cupped her burgeoning sphere, a sudden recognition coming to her face. Her deceitful sister had struck a deal and she was the price. Her golden brown eyes locked onto to Liliths’ black orbs, as the message was send, the understanding of betrayal as the four pounced upon her, ripping off her useless robe and pulling her to the ground. Corbios chuckled.
“Meet my friends, Whitemane, Firestar, Seablood and Vinewhip. I know they are strange names but I let the youngster here name them…is that not correct Witchhazel?”
The shadow form merely nodded. Whitemane, his ivory wings tucked tight pulled her head towards his cock and as much as she wanted to resist, to live, Epyons’ power was soon felt and she swallowed up the huge phallus hungrily. She slurped and sucked on the thick stock, his great paw shoving her head forward and thrusting deep into her mouth. Blindly she gorges herself on his meat as she felt strong, forceful arms lift her and unforgivingly impale her on a massive muscle, her entire womb being stuffed with cock. It was so big she thought the creature would split her in two, her belly already feeling ready to explode. The suddenness of the move nearly gagged her on the shaft in her mouth. She could feel her hands wrap around the other two huge muscles, vigorously jerking off the daemons. She knew this would be quick and that soon she would be giving birth to something powerful and the thought of her monstrous, swollen belly bursting with such a creature excited her, thrilled her, over powered her completely. Sharp claws from the fiend beneath her sliced into her thighs as she hoisted up her sloshing breasts, squeezing her nipples painfully, spraying milk all over Whitemanes’ thighs. The abundant tit flesh squeezed from her slender fingers; perspiration building up on her upper lip and chest, her head driving down the unimaginable length, choking her on his steed. Meanwhile her body bounced up and down on the beast below, her plump buttocks slapping against his scaly flesh, her massive sweaty dome smacking furiously over his thighs. Her thick labia pulled at his stiff member, swallowing as much as possible, feeling the hulking trunk grow and swell within her body. Frightfully only Dhonytae made any noise, her slurping and panting echoing about the room, causing the fear of what was to come to excite her even more, and she ground her hips furiously until the beast fucking her began to grunt steadily, her hands blurs along Firestars’ and Vinewhips’ cocks. Soon she could feel Seablood stiffen and almost on queue, Whitemane reared back and as one the two twins came. Dhonytae was drowning on the amount of cum Whitemane launched into her mouth as her womb became flooded with semen. The three backed away as Seablood shoved her off his limp member forcefully, allowing her to roll on her back as her belly began to grow. It was amazing, the flesh thickening and stretching as her taunt sphere began to swell, her body fattening under the natural force, Dhonytae still trying to swallow all the seed in her mouth as Vinewhip straddles her and buries his cock into her sticky mouth, white drops spurting out. Firestar lifts up her wide, shapely ass, his claws cutting into her fatty cheeks, and plunges his rod into her wet, pussy, a great sloppy slurpy sound resounding as he pounds away. The daemon marvels at her belly, now towering at nearly eleven feet; a great dome of delicate flesh pulled so taunt it shines, streams of wet coursing across its great slope. She clasps her fattening thighs around his waist and pulls him in further, until he is smacking against the underside of her huge pregnancy. The witch, consumed with her pregnancy and birth, striving to reach that end, mercilessly sucks down Vinewhips’ muscle, yanking upon it with her hands, trying with all her might to get the daemon to cum, to fill her until she pops with young, her belly nearly four feet wide and twelve feet high as it continues its growth. She can feel the young inside merge and combine, twisting about to form her one child, as both daemons seem to swell within her and as one cum. Again, she is laden with daemonic seed, each of the two cretins pumping her full, until drained and then stepping back to enjoy the show. She lays flat, her body fattening and swelling until she is all wonderful curves, her belly nearly fifteen feet of delicious, taunt flesh; smooth and flawless, begging to erupt. Her breasts lay like mountains of flesh to the side of a greater mountain of pregnancy, pure gravidity, quivering with expectant life. The weight and pressure are almost overwhelming and as the painful pressure of labor builds, her belly still expanding she can feel herself on the verge of orgasm, one that wound be beyond her imagination! She lay there before the four, her sister, the daemonic brothers and the dragon queen; her belly towering above her, sweat covering her body, a pool of wet beneath her. She was shivering, the feeling of her body on the verge of bursting, the life within her popping from her womb was blinding and it was Lilith who would deliver the final coupe de gras. The huge bellied Wicken slowly and carefully sauntered over to her fearfully swollen sister, one hand cupping her own gravidity, the other, running along the smooth, tender flesh of Dhonytaes’ dome. She lowered herself amazingly, her plump thighs flexing as her taunt sphere curved under low between her legs and touched the cold stone surface. Her black lips curled up in a grin as she lovingly, mockingly wiped a sweat-covered lock of hair from her sisters’ face, Dhonytae panting with the pain of labor, the stress of growth, and orgasm that she struggled to contain. The High Mother of the Covent was ready to pop, all she needed as just a touch to push her over the edge, just a touch to send her to orgasmic oblivion. Lilith looked at her, her eyes dulled by Epyons’ power and she lifted her hand, a jug of liquid materializing in her palm.
“Ah dear sister, do you know what this is?”
Absently the huge female shook her head, the sensations overwhelming her once powerful mind.
“It is milk from the Lady of Birth, Lady Trinity. With a single drop, any mortal female will become instantly pregnant with one healthy child. I wish to know what a gallon may do to you. Do you want to see?”
Poor Dhonytae just nodded, her mind now blurred beyond reason, succumbed to the power. Lilith tilted her sisters’ head back and poured the contents of the jug down her throat. Creamy milk spilled over lips, the lost female trying her hardest to swallow it all. Once emptied Lilith stepped back and marveled, Dhonytae suddenly going stiff and then growling, low and guttural, animalistic as her back arched, pushing the amazing mountain of flesh up in the air, her juices splashing onto the wet floor. Her fingers dug into the onyx stone as blood spurted out from the peak of her belly, the pressure too much to contain and her belly burst, splitting apart in a gory spray that covered all in the room. Dhonytae spasmed once and fell still, and above her stood the last of the four, now five, Blackwing. Lilith licked her blood soaked lips. The quintuplets took the corpse apart and fed its magical flesh to Olivia, fattening before their eyes. Witchhazel watched as Lilith, took a scrap of flesh and scarfed it down, her belly growing noticeably. He merely smiled.

In another room, Epyon and Dynna watched intently. She hissed as she watched Liliths’ wicked game, Epyon chuckling at the event.
“She cannot be trusted!”
“True my draconic friend. Watch her. If she betrays us…eat her!”
Dynna licked her lips at the though.

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That morning the group awake at the sounds of a great bell, chiming throughout the halls of the city. There was urgency about it and they quickly gathered in the main hall. Raylenethos arrived first, holding in her hand a beautiful silver statue. Toc and Ruby were there shortly after her; though Ruby looked a bit pale, as if she had been sick that morning. Sebron and Kasornin came next, the Yuan Ti looking as if she may explode at any moment, her gravid belly distended far before her. Her sister Shae’lee rushing to her as she arrived, along with Voodoo, each caressing the massive swell protectively. Whendyee, her tummy immense and swollen and a convoy of dwarven guards led by Thorin and Odin strolled in. Galin and Jhessyana, her turgid sphere protruding from her body soon showed up with the bells toll. Next, like clockwork came Rivin and Hollee, preceded by Khlendros and Khellia, adorned in regal robes, her gorgeous belly spreading the cloth to the sides, showing off its majesty. Celeste, rubbing her pregnant belly and Serenity came in, escorted by Quintex. Then came Lady Kira and Iceburn. Sebron looked upon the Nieth beauty with lust and a bit of jealousy, for she was by far bigger than ever, her five feet of belly looking ready to explode with babies. Silverfox gave her son a look and he merely shrugged. A new female, a lovely brown haired elf, with sun kissed skin and beautiful green eyes stood nearby. She wore the elven armor of an arcane archer and her wonderful crystalline bow showed it. Ruby nodded to her in recognition. Celeste waddled up to her halfling friend.
“Who is she?”
“That is Caylani Seawhisper. An arcane archer from the Enchanted Wood and known friend and protector of the mystic they call the Enchantress.”
“So why is she here?”
When Ruby did not immediately respond she turned to see Ruby vomiting in the corner. A drow male came to her side; Dinin if she was correct but Ruby politely waved him away and cast something causing the mess to vanish.
When she returned Celeste took the halflings hand and placed it upon her quadruplet filled belly.
“Are you?”
Ruby just nodded with a mischievous smile.
Even as they all arrived they all took notice of the great, reflectionless mirror beyond Keishalaes’ throne, the hugely pregnant drow standing next to the amazingly swollen Silverfox. Charlize and Khambien were the last to enter, the gypsy quite a bit larger, her belly nearly seven months with dectuplets, her wide hips spread slightly to accommodate her new girth. She wore an elven robe and a low riding gypsy dress, her belly jutting out from the folds of the robe. The drow and dragon were softly chanting and everyone was present as Khlendros approached Toc.
“We have a message for you…from Angelique.”
Tocs’ eyes became alive with joy. The two females soft chant becomes a beautiful, melodic song; the magic seems to roll off their lips and pour into the mirror, swirling about as if it where alive. Energy pulsed from the mirror and with a flash of brilliance it became a clear image. Before them were many of the young women they had saved before they reached the Dragon Horde; all of whom surrounded the massive, glistening dome of Angelique, nearly a eight-foot ball of distended beauty, rising heavily with her every breath, sweat rolling down her light brown skin, black hair matted to her face, deep brown eyes, full of lust and pleasure and pain and love looking into the mirror and locking onto her loves. Holding her hands are Brytanee, hugely swollen with young, the elf wiping off her friends brow and Songhilee, singing softly, the eastern elf even larger than before. Behind her sat Queen Crysteena, the lovely mother-to-be resting upon the Queens’ naked, monstrous belly. She caught the eyes of her daughter first and then her love and the wordless message of pure love crossed the time and space. Angelique was breathing deeply and smoothly and though her contractions were rolling over and through her swollen body almost constantly, they seemed to be giving her more pleasure than pain for the gorgeous female would coo with every powerful contraction of her womb. Her huge belly was squeezed tightly as she rested in her birthing position, her dilated sex spread before all in the room and it was more beautiful and wonderful than any imagined, the several mothers in present lovingly rubbing their baby filled bellies as they watched the miracle of life. Next to the Queen stood Lady Rebekah, swollen to a degree that she looked ready to pop, her creamy flesh taunt and flawless, not even her belly button remained, she was all belly. Her hand rested on the right shoulder of Queen Crysteena while Lady Azyea Cearea, huge beyond words, her womb heavy with the children of Sparkler and the Arcane, and the big-bellied Lady Sanafae, her bright red hair cascading down over her milk swollen breasts. Surrounding the group were dozens of the Sacred Bearers, some whom the heroes recognize; the cute ball of pregnancy Terra Goldknot, the luscious chocolate big-bellied Dominique, of course the angelic Typhanye, her tummy swollen to nearly seven feet, the gorgeous Carrinia, her long dark hair covering her milk heavy tits, which rested upon her own turgid flesh. They, along with dozens of other hugely pregnant beauties, were holding hands and singing softly; the music calming and refreshing and yet empowering to all who heard it, near or far.
“H…hhhhuh…hello…mmhuh…my love! I…I…knew y…you would n…hhuuuhhmm…not wa…oohhhhuuhh…want t…tt…to miss thhhuuuhh…the b…bbirth of our…y…young!”
The gorgeous female struggled with the words as she pushed through another contraction. The Queen spoke then, powerful and regal, though her hands lovingly stroked her sphere. Songhilee held Angeliques’ hand tight, the lovely female panting as another contraction rolled through her swollen body.
“Master Toc, Lady Angelique has been in labor for the last two days. She is now at her of delivery and has insisted that you witness the arrival of your young. We obliged as quickly as we could.”
Toc, the proud ogre warrior, dawned in pure platinum plate; his masterful axe slung over his shoulder, had tears rolling down his cheeks. So happy he was he nearly crumpled to his knees with joy, Celeste waddling up behind him, placing a loving and caring hand on his sobbing shoulder, her own eyes wet with happiness. The Queen merely smiled as Songhilee and Brytanee aided the monstrously swollen Angelique to a squatting position; she was now breathing quite rhythmically, matching the tempo of the Bearers’ song, her huge belly quivering and tightening as contractions roll through her beautiful body. They held her hands as a slender elven female moved behind her, her hands gently stroking Angeliques’ dilated womb, causing the birthing mother to shudder with orgasmic delight, her nether lips widening further and greenish tinted head slowly emerged. The elf carefully took hold of the head, Angeliques’ orgasm pushing the newborn from the womb until finally the baby was free. A big, healthy baby boy. Angelique came with power, her mouth going wide, her legs shaking as blood, fluid and cum gushed out and another head was pushing free. In moments another healthy boy was born. Angelique was in labor for another thirteen hours before her womb was empty. She had given birth to twelve big, healthy and beautiful half ogre babies, five boys and seven girls, and she had delivered seven young, healthy bronze wyrmlings; the young of Burninglight, the ancient bronze wyrm. The whole time, the heroes stayed and watched the beautiful miracle of life.

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[align=center]THE ENCHANTRESS[/align]

Xheena knelt before a small alter of silver and gold, the etched image of a gorgeous, well endowed female with long wings of white silver were encrusted on the top of the otherwise plain alter. The Lady of Dreams closed her eyes and whispered a soft little pray and as the last words escaped her lips a bright flash illuminated the tiny and well hidden room and before her stood a angelically beautiful young woman with platinum hair that glistened and cascaded down her slender back, glowing wings of silver and gold spread behind her and the female wore a form fitting mithiril breast plate that showed a very ample bosom and revealed her well toned stomach, she had curvaceous, sensual hips from which her silver and platinum skirt hung and in her hand she held a huge broad sword of pure light that nearly blinded poor Xheena. With piercing blue eyes the young female looked at the immortal and then smiled, her full lips curving up with such love and sexuality it was overwhelming.
“Sister…you are either very brave or very desperate to summon me here!”
Xheena nodded.
“Likewise sister for you to come; have you heard of our brothers’ treachery?”
The beautiful female just lowered her head in shame.
“Nicolette…he has bread dragons with daemons!”
The winged beauty looked at her sister, fear and rage blending as one at the thought of such a perversion brought into the world. She placed one hand on the alter to steady herself as Xheena came closer. Nicolette felt her sisters’ hand fall upon her shoulder, trying to ease the weight of the news.
“Nicolette, you must ask Jeana and Shimmermoon to do what they have wanted to do for so long. Many of the angelus and dragons are lovers and a even mates though none and sired children. Break the rules! If these abominations are loosed upon the world no power; dragon or angelus, will be able to stop them. Daemonic dragons would be the purest form of evil. Sister…release them from their bonds!”
Nicolette looked upon her twin sister for a moment, searching for something more to guide her but the passion of her words struck true and she nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
“I shall lift the bond. Epyon must be stopped. Has the Immortal of Freedom been found?”
Xheena smiled at the question.
“I do believe our twin brother Quintex may have stumbled upon our savior…or she him!”

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Teela was ready to literally burst as one of the feeders poured a small cup of golden milk down her throat, which she hungrily and wantonly gulped down, her gargantuan belly shuddering as it swelled again, more daemonic young filling her already overstuffed sphere. She simply caressed the growth of her massive pregnancy, feeling her body grow and mature to its full capacity, the flesh stretching beneath her finger tips and the erotic sensation of her womb near bursting with life. The big bellied feeder was almost done when she felt the cold grasp of Epyon pull her back.
“No more. This one is quite ripe enough. Feed Cassandra and Heatherlee please. Oh yes, and the young one, Zhoea, she still has far to go.”
He ran his hand along the perfect swell of the human breeder, her flesh so tight he feared he could burst her open with the merest bit of pressure, feeling her shiver with excitement under his touch, absorbing the lust she had for him, the desire she had for him to impregnate her again, the desire she had to give birth. She pushed the great dome up further until it filled his palm with warm, taunt belly. He relished it. The poor baby laden breeder could hardly move, her belly a mountain deliciously tight flesh, rising above her nearly twelve feet. She was nearly smothered by the size of her milk engorged breasts. Epyon looked upon his brood of nymphs and breeders and immortals. The dark prince and though impressive to behold, he hungered for more and the one he wanted now was the Immortal of Secrets, the Lady Sabrina. She was crafty and would be hard to hunt but she, if any, would know of the location of the thirteen and only she would know. She may also have the whereabouts of young Serenity.  He needed to find them and her, soon. Though his daughter and the dragoness Olivia were far from giving birth, his sister and cousin were not, even with his command of Trinitys’ power. To control the thirteen he would have to see them and unleash the power of both Trinity and Lethan upon them and their sires. With haste he exited his play pin and headed to the summoning chamber. It wasn’t long before he arrived at his local. Though the Lady of Secrets was a hard one to find, she had two nymphs who were not, Fawn, her big breasted nymph of truth and Lovette, the nymph of lies. Those two would be somewhere where truth and lies flowed like water. He pushed open the oak door to the summoning chamber with such force it nearly threw the old wooden slab off the hinges. The chamber was small and dark; two low burning torches barely illuminating the room, bare and lifeless room. Within the very tight confines of onyx stone stood a small mirror framed in silver, incrusted with the names of the thirteen immortal lords on one side and the thirteen daemon lords on the other, and in the center on top and bottom were the names of Epyon and another, the name of the Immortal of Freedom, unread by any and unreadable by all. He looked upon the name with hatred and distain and fear. The dark prince waved his hand in front of the mirror fluidly and instantly an image appeared. The image was that of a female; gorgeous, lustrous brown hair tinged with red, long sleek thighs incased in tight leather chaps, exposing a deliciously sculpted ass. Her bare belly was flat and toned and her mammoth breasts were barely held in by a leather halter, the straps begging to release the heavy titans. A long sword, sheathed in a stone hilt hung off her curvy hip and she coiled a metal laced whip on her other side. Slowly she turned toward the mirror, her eyes the color of the forest.
“Epyon? Why have you summoned me cousin?”
“Huntress, I need your expertise in the manner of a hunt.”
She eyed him cautiously. Even in her exile she had heard the rumors of Epyons’ coupe. Her hand softly nestled with the hilt of her whip.
“The prey?”
“There are three that I seek. Lady Sabrina and her two nymphs, Fawn and Lovette. I know you would love to get your hands around Sabrinas’ throat, would you not? It was she who told the thirteen of your hunting of the golden pegacorn. It was she who caused you banishment!”
A flash of rage danced over her eyes as the dangerous female snapped her fingers and from the shadows two monstrosities appeared. They stood nearly eight feet in height, looking like a mix between drow and daemon, long white manes flowing down their muscled backs, their long, sharp clawed arms hanging to their sides, a pair of smaller arms excitedly rubbing together near their upper rib cage, their duel hinged legs taunt with anticipation, razor like claws scratching at the earth. Thick droplets of clear fluid dripped from their canine like maws, their dark almost black flesh glistening with sweat and there eyes burning coals of red. They were the Dracoloth!
“Come my hounds, we hunt!”
Even as the mirror went black, Epyon smiled; for the Huntress never missed.

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Lord Crimson arrived at his lair after a three day flight from Epyons’ keep. Nataku had followed him through most of the journey but turned off a mere twenty miles away to investigate his own horde. The ancient red fully expected his lair to a shattered ruin, for Iceburn was not one to leave anything standing in his wake. But as he passed over the volcanic ridge of Hells Gate he saw to his astonishment that the coldfire wyrm had visited him…yet. With a great roar that shattered rock and crumbled peaks the dragon of flame swooped down into his home. Even as he landed he resumed his more human form, his wings changing into a long robe of crimson and black, his dark brown skin shimmering in the heat of the great volcano in which he lived, the peak known as Stars Tear. He strolled his cavern calmly, as a prince would his castle; tall, muscled draconians emerged from the lava filled rock to bow before their lord. Crimson hardly acknowledged them for he was in a need; his hunger to breed had not been satisfied with the daemoness Ebony, though his loins still surged at the mere thought of that full bellied creature, the soon to be mother of his young. Soon he approached his destination. Two long winged creatures stood before a great door of ever flowing molten rock. The two twins, more dragon that draconic but more intelligent than any mortal, their eyes swirling pits of lava, long horns rising and curling back before their faces as a rams would, were armed with long double blades axes, a great tower shield and covered in draconic plate mail, their wings tucked in tight to their bodies. They were the sons of Allycea. Crimson smiled in the remembrance of their birth, oh how that one swelled, an image he soon hoped to see again. He would have to visit the other who had been there, Isis, to how much she had grown in the past weeks. She was a personal project for him and would bare him many young warriors. As he drew closer he could see the two nervously twitch, and then he heard the moans and gasps of erotic play within his sacred harem. Though his expression did not change the aura around him did, his eyes becoming red hot embers growing brighter with every step until they were a blurry white, the heat from his body causing the stone earth beneath him melt and soften, the shadows darkening around him. Both the twins quickly moved from their masters path, one drawing his shield close to protect him from the heat that radiated off the great wyrm, the other cowering in the corner for the awe of an ancient such as he was to overpowering for the poor creature. With a simple wave of his hand Crimson magically opened the simple stone doors. Light of a million candles poured out into the dim hall and the old wyrm drank it all in as he stepped into his personal horde. He looked upon his harem with pride, the hundreds of females gathered up by his late son Bragon, all for his father to enjoy. They were all the most beautiful of there towns or tribes or kingdoms and all virgins at that. Bragon had had such spectacular taste. Then his eyes narrowed as he watched three of the late Bragons’ minions having their way with his personal breeding stock; two bodies lying off to the side, their bodies swollen and plump, their bellies splayed open as if the dragons intentionally burst them for the shear pleasure of it. A thought that did not surprise the wyrm but it was a fate meant for lesser stock…not his! The other five of the dragon warriors, in their mortal forms, were watching the graphic, sexual display, surrounded by nearly a hundred of the beautiful, half naked females within the harem, all different races; most of whom were chained and huddled close together. The three in the center of the room, Fallenstar, Diablo and Strongarm were focused on the task at hand. Fallenstar, handsome a powerful, nearly seven feet in his human façade was driving a young, busty little drow elf up and down his cock, her pussy dripping from the multiple orgasms she had already had. The young females head lolled back and forth, her over sized tits bouncing angrily, sweat running down her tiny body, her red mane matted to her soaked, shinning flesh. Her cries of pleasure were like sweet music, ringing throughout the grand chamber. Crimson could tell by the way Fallenstar was grunting that it would soon be over. Diablo was standing proud as a human with long blonde hair sucked his length with amazing ferocity, globes of spit dripping on her full, bloated breasts. He too looked ready to unload as the skillful female inhaled his girth until her nose tickled his stomach, the girl nearly choking on his meat. Strongarm, a fat, bloated yet powerful dragon was cumming even as the dragon lord was entering the room. The poor half elf below him was moaning and panting, her hands clawing the earth beneath her, her knees noticeably bruised, her body drenched in perspiration. He proudly smacked her round, succulent ass and pushed her to the side, her flat belly already beginning to swell with false life. He knew she wasn’t ready for dragon offspring, he knew what he had planted in her would not bear young but it would be entertaining. She was writhing about in a mix of pleasure and pain as her belly lurched for, distended already as if she were near term with twins, her large full breasts accepting the milk naturally and growing heavy upon her chest.
“Hold it young one!”
Though even as the thought crossed his mind the young dragon heard the command as did all the others and a flash of bright red cut across his upper shoulders and blood splashed over the floor and the swelling female, her belly round and full, glistening with sweat and now blood, her large breasts growing rapidly, the nipples stiffening and areole darkening as the filled with milk. She was panting heavily, though now she was the only thing making a sound as both Diablo and Fallenstar froze, the other five turning and fear, true, pure fear turned even their fiery blood to ice. Crimson smoothly and calmly stalked forward before exhaling again, looking upon the five now cowering warriors, the many females scattering the area in fear, the spell of charming released and then hell fire breath severing Diablos’ head from his neck. He turned to regard the young squirming form on the ground, the half elfs’ tummy looking like she was pregnant with nearly twelve big babies, her huge breasts double the size of her head, her eyes wide in a lustful, pained gaze, veins starting to map out the dangerously explosive sphere. She was sweating like a pig now, her mind caught with the command of the dragon lord though her body continued its life ending growth, her turgid sphere shuddering with false life. Fallenstar looked at the girl to his right, her belly a massive gravid ball of quivering flesh, her succulent breasts bursting with sustenance and then back to his master just in time to see a beam of white hot pierce his heart and then the world turned black. Crimson slowly moved next to the young female, her whole body quivering as she felt her greatest orgasm on the verge, she looked as if she carried a hundred and fifty pounds of pure belly. He was truly disappointed at the waste of such a good breeder but he would enjoy the show.
“Ah, my poor, poor darling, well, I would have so much rather you been mine. Show me what you hold within. Now!”
Cruelly the old wyrm gave the hyper sensitive dome a gentle stroked that pushed the half elf over the edge of control, her mouth going wide as cum gushed from her sex, her pussy quivering with excitement, even as her immense tummy, the skin so taunt and tender, painted in sweat and blood, exploded in a mess of flesh and gore. Clean, without a soil on him Crimson turned the last of the Bragons’ brood, Fallenstar finally falling to the ground.
“Find Iceburn and kill him. NOW!”
Nearly falling over themselves the five hunters rushed from the room, scrambling to remove themselves from the wyrms’ wrath. Crimson turned coldly and looked upon his harem, searching for the right girls to brighten his day, his gaze finally falling upon the angelic face of an Embezarian, long platinum hair falling upon her shoulders, bright gray eyes still loving life, her breasts full and succulent with delicious milk and stiff, tingling nipples awaiting to be sucked, her young thighs firm and strong and her belly, already round and swollen, her body a gorgeous painting of pregnant splendor, looking as a mother ready to give birth to a quintet of young in her seventh month though she was not even yet with child. As she caressed her taunt swell, the old wyrm smiled. She noticeably tried her best to squirm away from his hungry gaze but Crimson was upon her almost instantly. He had first wanted to have a private meeting with whichever of his personal stock he chose but after the slaying of three adolescent drakes and the loss of one of his own horde with no young to show for it, he wanted his treasures now and onlookers just added to the eroticism of the sexual deviancy. Before she even moved a foot the wyrm grasped her arm and pulled her forward, forcing her to look upon his eyes burning with lust and carnage. She was his.
“What is your name?”
The young Embezarian wanted to resist but she lost all strength within his gaze. With a deep gulp she answered, almost remorsefully yet with an unnatural hunger.
“My name is Kiana of the Lighters Tribe.”
“Well Kiana, of the Lighters Tribe, you are going to be the host of my offspring. And you”, looking directly at a young human, an island native, a plump curvy female with curly ebony locks, chocolate colored skin and the largest breast he could imagine, each mammoth mammary at least two and a half times the size of her head, “shall grow large and heavy, your belly swelling with my seed until you burst for OUR pleasure!”    
The islander stood and waited for her master to get done with the other heifer for to the great wyrm they were just that, cattle. All the others in the harem watched intently as Kiana, carefully pushed herself to her knees; her big belly shiny in the light, her huge tits resting to either side of the full, distended orb, and then with a hunger she could not fathom she gripped the nearly eleven inch rod of manhood between his legs and slowly stroked it, her small hands gliding and twisting up the length of the smooth flesh until it began to slowly but steadily stiffen and thicken in her grasp. Eagerly she licked her lips to moisten them up before she wrapped her silken lips around the bulbous tip of the shaft. A low growl rumbled from the dragons’ gut as he felt her hot lips softly caress his hardening member. In response the spellbound Embezarian opened her mouth as fully as possible, swallowing up nearly eight inches of the now fifteen inch monstrosity, her hands jerking and sliding up whatever bit of cock she could not fit into her mouth. Crimson gripped her head tightly, forcing her to engulf more of his stock than she was able, the gorgeous Embezarian gagging on the thickness but still hungrily chocking it down. With her mouth full of cock Kiana hoisted up her heavy udders and wrapped them about the girth, squeezing tightly as much of the abundant tit flesh as possible, making a cleavage pussy for the wyrm to enjoy, which he did with utter delight. Her huge breasts were like silk along his shaft, tight and warm, urging his cum from his body as she sucked hard on the bulbous head of his shaft, quivering with the anticipation. Crimson knew he would not last long now, he was ready to erupt right then, the combination of her hot, hungry lips and her ultra smooth mummeries were taking him to the point of no control but somehow he held fast. With the will power of only an ancient wyrm, the beast slid from her grasp and pulled her up with force, her huge orbs bouncing with milk, her massive gravidity quaking, the taunt flesh teasing the vile dragon. He spun her around quickly, her belly noticeably swollen on either side of her body, her ass full and ripe, leading into firm strong thighs. Bending her over in haste, griping her hair like the reigns of a horse, Crimson buried his entire length into Kianas’ plump, wet sex, her lustful yelp like a command for more. Nearly a full thirteen inches drove deep into the Embezarians’ body, as the dragon pounded away at her cunt, her whole form shaking and bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Sweat dripped from his brow, Kianas’ own body was sleek and shinny from it as now nearing his climax he increased his furious entry. Her huge orbs sloshed about against the shelf of her immense orb, Crimson ravishing her with a angered purpose. The young female was panting without care, openly displaying her need to be filled, her voice quivering as she begged him to fill her.
“Cc…ccuu…ccuuumm…mmy…my lll…llordddaaaaaggghhhhhh!”
He felt a hot surge of liquid splash over his length as Kianas’ orgasm came in mid thrust, her plea a musical demand on his body and he was happy to oblige. Crimson grunted as he unloaded his seed into her depths, his molten cream shooting into her womb in thick gouts. Firmly the wyrm held her at the waist, feeling her growth as his young began to fill her belly. Baby fat rolled beneath his grasp, Kianas’ sides and hips expanding, her full ass growing rounder, her thighs thickening with meat and muscle. With strange and unbecoming care the ancient beast aided her to the ground, her once quintuplet sized sphere now twice as big, the flesh perfectly smooth, her belly jutting out from her plump thighs nearly five or more feet; the utter roundness of the gravidity amazing to all in the room, a gasp of shock and want echoing through the harem. Her breast where gargantuan melons now, milk leaking whole heartedly from each overly taunt nipple, Kiana moaning and purring in orgasmic pleasure as she felt her body expand to new, voluptuous, delicious dimensions. When she was done with the initial growth spurt, her belly had swollen to almost seven feet of super tight flesh, sensitive beyond words, her ass and legs, plump and succulent, her face rounder with baby fat, her breasts, taunt quivering boulders in need of milking. Kiana was a picture of pregnant beauty and sexuality; even if it came by such perverse means. Crimson grinned wickedly as he turned to the islander, her breath heavy with excitement, the wyrms spell overpowering her senses.
“What is your name?”
With a stare of shear hunger she blankly nodded as she answered.
“Midori.”
Crimson smiled, stroking his shaft as he approached.

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From the darkest shadows came a small ripple as two orbs, a shadow upon a shadow appeared to watch the last moments of the young islander, swollen hugely with pregnancy, her desperate moans and cries for more even as Crimsons’ newest son was violently born. The two eyes blinked once and then faded into the darkness.

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As the great wyrm finished with young Midori he felt coldness, a familiar presence about him and then just as suddenly as it came it was gone. Without another thought about it he left, leaving Kiana rubbing the great swell of her belly; the young growing slowly with every passing moment, the old red heading to go check on his pet; Isis.

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Far along the coast of the Nightingale, Raze watched the sun slowly sink below the shelf of the horizon. He turned to his crew, a silent order to clear the deck for when the protection of the sun was gone, the five undead lords which darkened even his ship, would rise.  The one eyed orcish pirate watched somberly as the three suns began their descent and the great twin moons Shannrea and Thannrea rose from eastern horizon as a gust of cold swept over his bow and all became dark around him, even under the moonlight. Slowly he turned and nearly took a dangerous step back for right behind him stood the Fallen; five of ten undead spirits whose master was the embodiment of evil. They stood like statues of darkness, their ragged cloaks wafting about in the breeze of the sea. Paying the captain of the Killjoy little heed, they watched as the twin suns finally laid to rest.
“As we said, Lady LeMay commands us not!”
Raze merely nodded for what the beast said was true, the lady of the sea had not made her presence felt, though Raze knew she would not forget what he had done and he would pay that dept in full. Turning back to Epyons’ wolf pack the wiley orc appraised the situation.
“We have reached the Nightingale coast, but if we dock any number of pirate hunters would have us. The question I have for you is do we need to dock?”
Finally the creature turned towards Raze and he suddenly felt that he liked it better when they did not face him. The hulking cloaked form seemed to study the very cautious captain, the orc realizing that it was trying to decide whether or not to destroy him and his crew or face Eypons’ wrath. Raze prayed that they feared the hell that would be brought upon their already tormented for killing the expensive though valuable mortal and as the creature turned, its’ shadowy cloak whipping about in the cool breeze of the sunset, Raze knew somehow his prayers had been answered. The five unholy things rose upon their wickedly beautiful steeds almost effortlessly as the black beasts spread their massive wings and with a great gust of air and a shrieking howl that clawed at the naked bone under Razes’ flesh they rose into the growing darkness of night. For the first time in many weeks, the pirate felt free.

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Nataku raised his chalets of wine as he watched the two lovely females before dance a seductive tale, their beautiful full hips; widened with their condition, their heavy breasts sloshing about upon their massively swollen bellies, each looking as if they were to term with dectuplets. The first, a moon elf, her silver skin shiny with sweat, her huge, turgid sphere quivering wonderfully as she swayed to and fro, her sensuous hips writhing about, her hands caressing every swollen succulent curve of her enormously pregnant body; the young females mane of snow white whipping about as she swung her head with the sexual hum of the flute; played by a small halfling male, sprawled out along the window sill of the dragon lords’ keep. He wore only a vest and loose fitting leggings that ballooned out it he stood. A handsome little fellow the halfling piper played his erotic tune; the second female, a Batarian, her monstrous belly smooth and creamy, stretched and swollen so tight that her fur along the great globe was nearly nonexistent. She wrapped her winged arms around as much of her gravid dome as she could as slid up in front of the moon elf, their twin mountains of belly flesh rubbing against eachother, the two females cooing with the sexual electricity that passed through their turgid tummies. Nataku merely grinned at the sight, enjoying the erotic display from two of his favorite breeders; the great wyrm lounging upon his throne, one leg draped over the arm of the pearl carved chair, the mighty head of his sire, Lord Crimson, engraved upon its top. Nataku, a soldier and normally regal dragon allowed himself this time of pleasure, allowed himself to loosen up his usually stifled demeanor for Iceburn had not ravaged his lair as both he and crimson believed the volatile and deadly wyrm would have done. Nataku had seen what the coldfire dragon had done to Bragons’ lair and the utter rage that he saw throughout the little remains of the once mighty castle within the heart of the Sunder Mountains was unnerving, even to a skilled and undefeated warrior such as Nataku. The Batarian had clamped down upon a milk heavy tit of the moon elf, the girl literally crying out as she came with the mere touch of the overly sensitive orb, the winged beauty working wickedly with her tongue along the highly engorged nipple. The moon elf was grasping and squeezing her other swollen breast, warm liquid spraying out and sprinkling the shelf of her pregnancy, her other hand stroking and caressing the batarians’  round, firm ass, when Nataku felt the sudden gust of cold. The halfling felt it too, his wonderful music faltering slightly as he looked to the dragon he considered friend.
“Continue Whistler, I shall only be a moment.”
The great draconic knight stood, his robes folding back upon his broad shoulders, his long black hair falling behind him neatly. Reaching down next to the pearl throne Nataku drew his miraculous blade, the Assassin, from its sheath, it’s blade burning like molten rock, smoke billowing from it and confidently began to stroll out of his throne room, pausing to give his two lovelies a hungry look. He would find out just how many they could carry once he dealt with the problem at hand. Whistler played and watched as the dragon left the room.

Nataku had only walked some thirty yards from his throne room when the body hit the floor, a huge barbarian; at least a blue dragon in barbarian form, one of the dragon lords’ guards. The old red glanced to the side to see another body, a hole punched through it’s chest. Almost on instinct the warrior spun, swinging the Assassin about shoulder level and just missing a shadowy figure, the intruder spinning back against the red dragons’ attack to give himself room. Nataku twirled his mighty sword and stepped back around to face the intruder. As they stood face to face, the shadow soon took shape, long white hair forming; a handsome face under the skin of pure ebony, the male looked like a slender though extremely muscular drow, standing almost six feet tall, only a few inches shorter than Nataku. He wore only a black leather vest; unbuttoned to reveal tight toned abs and a sculpted physique, his arms rippling with strength, leather breaches that fit but not tightly against his flesh and bracers that seemed to be swirling shadows. Around his neck hung a silver ring dangling from an all too delicate chain, glinting brightly upon his midnight colored flesh. The intruders’ eyes were black upon black and full of anger and hatred and cunning. He smiled at Nataku, baring his wicked fangs. Natakus’ voice almost failed him.
“Shh…Shadow King!”
The ebony male just cocked his head, his voice, deep and smooth, flawless like the shadows that surrounded him.
“Did you miss me…or did you truly believe that Bragon and his goons could so easily kill the first shadow dragon? I have paid Crimson a visit, though he seemed preoccupied in his gluttony, so I decide to visit my young pupil and I find him with sword in hand; I thought I taught you better.”
With that Shadow King rushed in and even as Nataku moved the ancient wyrm disappeared into the low lit hall. The red, though old himself, was still a child compared to Shadow King, the first of all dragons, long before even Crimson had been born, older than the platinum dragon Khlendros. Nataku felt his old friend and teachers’ freezing hands before he could react and then he was hurled into the near wall, shattering the stone with the force. With the sense of mind that only a warrior could have, the red ducked just as a foot crashed through the stone where his head once was but even as fast as Nataku was he was no match for a warrior, fighter and assassin over a millennium old.  Shadow Kings’ knee met the over balance dragon in the chest as his elbow crash down upon the back of his spine. Even as Nataku hit the ground he felt the warmth of blood fill his mouth. Spinning along the ground, sweeping his legs to force the shadow master back, Nataku twirled to his feet, bringing the Assassin to bare but even as he caught his footing he felt his sword arm become wrapped up and pulled rigid, the circulation and strength leaving it almost immediately as two powerful and almost unnoticeable blows to the chest took his air and then a hand, stronger and mightier than he had ever felt gripped his throat leaving him breathless and vulnerable, his grip on the Assassin failing him as he heard the loud “crack”, the master warrior twisting his arm and breaking it under his bicep.
“You should have come! Bragon lost twelve to me…though I suppose he told you I perished when the mountain fell. Stupid wyrmlings, I am the FUCKING SHADOW!”
Nataku was pushed back to arms length as the Shadow Kings’ foot flew up, catching him under the chin, the red feeling his jaw shatter even as he bounced along the ground. Desperately trying to regain his feet the dragon lord; though now he felt like a young little wyrmling, coughed and gasped for air just as Shadow King kicked him in the gut, lifting him in the air and with the same foot struck him across the face, sending him flying nearly the thirty feet back towards his throne room, all in one fluid movement. Nataku rolled and once again tried to move but he felt the Shadow King against him, reminding him of the horror and fear that he felt during their old training sessions before Crimson became jealous and fearful of the most deadly dragon of all and attempted to rid the world of lord of shadow dragons. Even Epyon, the immortal of shadows could not control the dark like this one for Shadow King was just that, the elemental dragon lord of the element of shadow; he was as he said; the essence of the shadows. The young wyrm felt more blows pummel his prone form but he had not the strength or the courage to stop them.
Nataku was beaten and bloody and the fight had lasted only a few moments and he hung there in his old teachers grasp, dangling by one arm that he was sure to be broken, Shadow King holding him like a rag doll. He was nearly unconscious as he heard the footsteps of his guardsmen rushing down the hall to his aid.
“Know this little pup; I will come for you soon! You need not worry about the coldfire dragon; his anger has been sated, while mine…mine has just begun to kindle!”
With those last words he hurled Nataku threw the mithiril doors of his throne room; denting the solid stuff, his body hurtling over the two stunned and immensely pregnant beauties, Whistlers’ magical tune coming to a sudden halt as his friends body crashed into the pearl thrown, shattering and splintering it like rotted wood. The two females scurry, waddle to the corner of the room, terrified by the man that had bested their master as Whistler rushed to see if his old dragon friend were still breathing. Even as he knelt beside the defeated wyrm he heard the screams and cries of battle that lasted for only a minute or two before abruptly ending with a loud shriek and the female head of an elven warrior rolled through the now open doors. Whistler watched as the Shadow King melted into the darkness, his gaze piercing the little halfling like nothing he had ever felt before. Looking upon the beaten and nearly destroyed Nataku, the little halfling thief suddenly felt the need to make a new friend.

Celeste had grown quite plump, eating almost four times a day as the group rested a few days before they restarted their journey, apparently heading towards the forest of the Enchantress. She looked nearly eight months along with quadruplets, her belly a perfect, nearly four foot sphere of pregnancy jutting out from her curvaceous frame as she stood before a full length mirror. The flesh was smooth and tight, creamy with a bit of shine to it. What was amazing to her was that this was only her second month and the Batarian Queen told both she and Charlize would carry the full nine months. As she cupped the under side of her ever growing swell she wondered just how big she would grow. Her butt had grown round and big, but extremely sensuous, leading into thick, shapely thighs, smooth and intoxicating. She ran her hands gently across the expanse of her milk laden breast, the mere touch of the highly sensual flesh sending ripples of pleasure trough her body and she nearly swoons with orgasm as she brushes her perpetually taunt nipple before resting upon her distended belly. Her face had grown rounder, baby fat beginning to cover her body but her glow and radiance made her all the more sexy and she knew it. The captain looks upon her new, radiant shape, loving and drinking in every curve and swell as one of her many lovers for the past few nights enters the room. Dantrag wrapped his arms around her deliciously, swollen middle, gently rubbing the taunt flesh easing the tightness of the gravid sphere, Celeste grinding her big, full rear into the drows’ crotch, feeling him harden under his leggings.
“When are we expected for dinner dear Dantrag?”
His hands wandered over her full, smooth mountain of flesh, sliding up and under her immensely swollen breasts, weighing each one in his palm.
“We do have time for the appetizer!”
With that thought he slid to her side, relishing her pregnant splendor, the shear immensity of her hugely pregnant tummy while gently kneading and massaging one of her milk engorged breast, Celeste moaning with the sensational feeling. The large drow kissed the fullness of Celestes’ bosom, trying to love all her flesh before getting to the main course. His hands roamed and pinch as he licked around her rich areole, feeling her quake within his touch, her breath growing heavy with his every stroke and touch. As he touched and roamed about her breasts, her nether lips became wet and hot, her juices flowing in desire. Celeste, though her knees were growing weak with his very motion as he finally tasted her painfully erect nipple; crying out with the sudden pleasure, sliding underneath his leggings and blindly grasped his own muscle, his cock thick and swelling within her hand. She jerked the powerful muscle as his kisses lathered her huge breast until finally he locked his lips onto her nipple, a gush of milk filling his mouth. At that sudden sensation the ship captain loosed a feral, almost animal like groan as warm fluid gushed down her leg with her first orgasm, her beautiful belly bouncing as she shuck through the overpowering feeling. She wanted him to feel him within her aching pussy; she wanted to taste his juices in her mouth. Still grasping his huge manhood the wiley human drug him over to the bed; the drow male marveling at her pregnant glory, her body a plethora of curves to caress and treasure, her ass round and inviting and her belly so taunt and shiny it looked almost surreal, as she waddled towards her furniture, gracefully resting her heavily ripened form on the plush mushroom bed, allowing her full view of the treat before her. The ebony cock was pulsing within her palm as she gave the handsome drow a sultry glance with her rich brown eyes and eased the huge muscle along the surface of her tongue, the satin flesh embracing him like a pillow. Dantrag just stood before her breathless as her succulent lips wrapped around the body of his tool. Her head slowly bobbed up and down his length, taking in his entire splendor into her mouth, her tongue twirling and twisting over the bulbous tip, sounds of sucking and slurping filling the air, one hand cupping his heavy nut sack while the other loved her over filled middle, mesmerized by her expanded size, the softness of her belly and amazing curvature of her hips and waist. As she touched and teased herself Celeste vigorously engulfed Dantrags’ sex, her mouth sucking, pulling cum from his scrotum, her hand was squeezing and milking it of its prize, the fortunate drow looking upon her with half closed eyes, desperately holding back his rapidly approaching orgasm. Her mouth was so full that gobs of drool began to roll down her chin, the gorgeous beauty now using both hands to get her lover (for the moment) off, now more excited by receiving his precious nectar than fucking. As her mouth worked over the quaking muscle Celeste jerked him off feverously, deep gulping and sucking noises like an aphrodisiac to the elven male, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt the first twinge of his climax. He had fully intended to please the full bellied human but her oral skills had over whelmed him and Dantrag knew he would not last long. Somehow the drow managed to pull free of the female captains’ unbelievable embrace, Dantrags’ cock was literally ready explode with cum. He spread her now plump legs, his hands massaging and loving the swollen underside of her marvelous swell, Celeste so horny by that point she came again at the mere touch of her belly, as the sneaky drow plunged his solid member into her quivering sex in mid orgasm, pulling her round, fertile form down his entire length. Celeste lost her breath for a moment as waves of intense and utter pleasure racked her wondrous body, her massive dome of flesh shaking, her huge over filled breasts bouncing along the great sphere as her dark elven lover drove his thickness into her depths, her juices still pouring out over his stock as she came repeatedly. The warm and tightness of her sex, the slick fluids that caressed him as he entered her threw Dantrag over the edge as him erupted within her, his seed blasting into her full womb.
“Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkyyyyyeeesss!”
Celeste howled as their fluids mixed within her body, searing hot juices churning inside her nether lips, her entire being shaking and wet with the excitement and over flowing pleasure. She lay there breathless, her eyes nearly shut, Dantrag; empty and exhausted, resting upon her taunt gravidity, his cock going limp within her. They rested there for another hour before they moved.


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Raylenethos looked at the mithiril figurine given to her by the thankful drow female days before. She lay upon her bed naked, her slender hips and full, voluminous breasts glowing a soft gold in the candle light, like a goddess of pure, raw sex. Next to her rested her best friend Charlize, lightly stroking her enormous belly, the sphere looking as if she where almost seven months along with dectuplets, grown larger over the past few days. She had also put on some weight, almost all of it in her belly and rear, some in the thighs and in her breasts, her face a bit fuller and softer, but all these changes only made her even more sexual and desirable, full heavy breasts the size of over ripe melons, her hips wide and curvy, and her belly, the almost five foot globe of distended tight, flesh, the smooth cinnamon skin shinny with health, and all topped by a wickedly angelic face. The gypsy princess was languidly looking at the small figurine that Raylenethos had set in the center of the grand bed, her new size sapping most of her strength until she became accustomed to the weight. Her huge, liquid filled udders rested upon eachother as she ran a single finger along the curves of the statue.
“Well?”
Raylenethos looked up at her friend.
“Well, are you going to call her or not?”
Again the rouge looked at the gypsy, this time more questioning than concern.
“Should I Charlize? We don’t need any help yet but she has been trapped for a while as well?”
“Ray, let her out. It could be fun!”
Raylenethos just grinned at her swollen friend, still awestruck at her beauty now that she was with child. With a swipe of the hand the olive skinned half elf picked up the mithiril form and placed it upon the center of the floor. Charlize pushed her girth up into a sitting position with a heavy grunt, still trying to manage her new and rapidly growing size, her legs spread making her shinny belly looking even larger than before, the candlelight, giving the beautiful sphere a sensuous iridescent glow. Again Raylenethos was amazed at her beauty. The half elven female slid up next to the enormously pregnant gypsy; who had finally managed to get comfortable.
“You ready?”
Charlize just nodded a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. Raylenethos looked down upon the statue and began the incantation on that she found carved along the bottom of the figurine.
“Chase the wind, chase the stars, and let Lita the Chaser into this world of ours!”
With those words a gray mist slowly began to rise from the statuette, swirling and tumbling about, as if searching for some form or something to grasp hold of. Within moments the mist began to take on a very noticeably shape, a head, a seemingly lithe body, slender yet curvy hips, big round firm breasts and a smooth full rear end. As the mist took shape, the gray melted away and before them stood a strikingly beautiful, naked young woman, with shoulder length blonde hair, burning blue eyes, a devishly cute face, a slim, trim physique with curvy womanly hips, sleek thighs, a flat smooth belly and two huge breasts topped by thick nipples surround by rich, pink areola. The lovely female stretched long and sultry, pushing out her full bosom, almost like a cat after a long nap. After warming herself up she turned, taking a good look around the candle lit room; both Raylenethos and Charlize admiring her sexy little frame, until her gaze finally fell upon the two females. The young female placed her hands upon her hips, not even bothered by her nudity or theirs, and bowed.
“I am Lita, Lita the Chaser and I am at your command.”
Her voice was sweet, with a slight husk to it that gave it a sensual undertone. Both females on the bed looked at eachother, almost unable to believe that the spell worked. Lita stood there looking at them, patiently awaiting for her new masters to ask for their wish. Raylenethos was the first to speak.
“I am Raylenethos, and this is my friend Charlize.”
Lita bowed to them both and then looked at the gypsy again, for in her three thousand years of life she had never seen someone so pregnant nor lovely. She bowed again respectfully.
“I am at your service Mistress Raylenethos.”
The two almost burst out laughing when the genie said the words but they managed to hold their tongues.
“Well Lita the Chaser, I have not freed you from your bonds not to just have placed in others. I wish you Lita the Chaser free!”
The ancient genies’ mouth dropped open at the words and tears welled up in her eyes. Charlize, not only emotional due to her condition but also understanding what her long time friend had just done so effortlessly caused her to begin to cry as well. Raylenethos just smiled proudly and slid off the bed to stand in front of the openly weeping female.
“Are you okay?”
All Lita could say was, “Yes!”

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In the small crossroads town of Harden Dale a portal opened just off the main road and two great beasts covered in purplish black flesh and long white manes stepped through, sniffing the air about them. One of the dark creatures looked back into the portal, sniffed the ground and the nodded as the other bounded forward, its’ prey found. Behind the great beasts a cloaked figure stepped through, her head making sure no witnesses were present.
“Find Lovette! Bring her here. If any stand in your way…kill them!”
Then beast leapt forward after its companion. The Huntress smiled.

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Kasornin rested in her chambers that night after dinner. A new female had been brought into the folds, the freed genie Lita the Chaser. She and Serenity were apparently old friends. The Yuan Ti female was simple huge, most of her body consumed by hr pregnancy, her great belly nearly distended eight feet, tight and spherical orb flawless as rubbed the massive dome, her slightly greenish skin pulled so tight it was almost shear flesh colored, her tail wrapped tightly about her bulging mountain of pregnancy. She was growing slower now but the Yuan Ti young within were going to be ready soon. Even as she pondered on what to do; for though she carried the young, she felt no love for them, there came a knock at her door.
“Enterrr!”
Slowly the wooden slab moved and before her stood Sebron. He looked upon the gorgeous female, her exotic serpentine looks not as sleek as before because she had gained nearly forty pounds of young, her huge breasts looking as if they could pop, her monstrous belly ready to burst at any moment, shiny and quivering as the lives inside jostled about and yet she was the most alluring sight he had ever seen. Since his night with her, only a few days ago, Sebron had not been able to keep the beautiful woman out of his mind. It was the spirit within his intuitive and very blunt blade, Crimsonsbane that had told him what he already knew. He had fallen in love with Kasornin and now he had to tell her.
The gorgeous Yuan Ti looked at the powerful mage, noticing the change in his stance, as if he had something were very important to tell her. Something very special to tell her. She had always felt a strong attraction to the handsome mage, something strong and soulful with him but she had never had the courage to bring up the subject. Yet now it suddenly seemed an appropriate moment to let out her feelings.
With a warm, loving and accepting smile she greeted Sebron, and though they spoke no words they seemed to know what the other was thinking. Sebron, a mage of nearly god like power, an immortal within his guild, had had many lovers in his life time; among them the Lady Lethan, Lady Kira, Lady Sabrina, the Enchantress whom they would soon visit and many others and through them all he had never sired any young. But what he felt for Kasornin was different, deeper in a way that he could not explain. Sebron could feel the different emotion, this feeling within that had neither cause nor explanation but yet grew and intensified as he drew closer to the hugely pregnant beauty until he stood directly before her, his eyes openly dripping with magic, their greenish glow reflecting off her serpentine orbs and taunt, overly stretched flesh. He placed one hand on her monstrous sphere of pregnant beauty and took hr hand in his other, and then he leaned in close and kissed her.
Kasornin nearly climaxed from the raw power and emotion that swooped throughout her swollen body as the multitude of young she felt tussling about within her greatly, turgid belly began to change; she felt her heart open to them now, welcoming them as she knew that they were no longer the bastard children of many but the young of the man she loved, the man whom had just committed himself to her in one selfless act of love.
For many moments they stayed together, one long kiss, the great magic of a new and sudden love burning within them though the love did not seem so out of the ordinary, it seemed as if it had just been a long time in coming. They broke their kiss slowly, Sebrons’ eyes returning to normal though his love and desire for the beautiful Kasornin, the soon to be mother of his children still simmered in his eyes. Though no words were spoken, none needed to be for the smiles and expressions told all.
The sudden knock at the door startled them but only slightly as one of the drow warriors peaked his head, looking around until Sebron bade him enter, his hand still holding Kasornins’ firmly. She only smiled the wider.
“Master Sebron. My lady. The Lord Khlendros, the Dragon King wishes your presence. An urgent matter he insists. His older brother has come home.”
For the first time in nearly a century, Sebron felt suddenly very afraid. The Shadow King had returned.

All the heroes gathered within the great hall of Xherhe’zephena, Khlendros, his wife and daughter to either side of him, the drow queen on his left and the batarian queen to his right. Silverfox and Iceburn, Quintex and Sebron, with the Dragon Arcane and Hollee who had seats near them and the others followed suit. Once all were present, those many females baring young made comfortable, the majestic and painfully handsome dragon king, regal beyond rose and began to speak.
“I would like to thank you all fo…!
“Oh fuck the pleasantries little brother, you know I need them not!”
The voice was smooth and cold, deadly and mysterious in such an alluring and attractive way that many females gasped or swooned upon hearing it while the men sudden felt lesser, for a moment. Every once in the room felt the air grow cold, the lights dim till they almost went out, the lesser warriors backing away from the main door as shadows upon shadows began to billow in, rolling and tumbling atop one another, until in the center something far darker began to form. From the darkest depths of the shadows a great, massive paw bigger than Iceburns’, blacker than the any shadow, its scales appearing as blades upon blades upon blades of all shapes and sizes, rolling up the muscular draconic arm, though no one could really tell if it was or not for it looked like a deep void in the space. The claw landed upon the stone without a sound as the creatures’ maw exited the darkness. Many of the drow warriors fell in fear or ran out of the room entirely for as beautiful and wonderful Khlendros, the Lord of the Dragons, was; majesty and power, this dragon was purely wicked and sinister, beautifully evil but not, it was as if the darkness itself had chosen a form in which it could be both smooth and gorgeous as well as truly deadly. In almost one thousand years, the dragon lord; the first of all the beasts, spawned from the loins of a fallen angel and a forgiven daemon, the entity known to all as the Shadow King, emerged from the darkness.
“Well, well, well. Did you miss me little brother?”
Khlendros just stared. Rows upon rows of blood stained teeth glinted in the dim light, the rest of the great wyrms’ body absorb all the brightness from the room, making the creature appear as on great swirling shadow of blades and darkness. It was hard for any to describe the beast for he was simply an entity of utter blackness. Once the majority of his body entered the hall the cloud of black tumbled forward, covering his form completely and then exploded out, dissipating as quickly as it had came and standing before them all was the Shadow King. He appeared as very muscular and dangerously handsome drow, long silver white hair pulled back taunt into a pony tail that hung over his shoulder to his waist, his black leather vest was unbuttoned revealing a tight rippling chest and strong, well shaped abs. His arms were well defined and big but not bulky and upon his wrists he wore bracers; that looked more like twirling shadows. The leather pants the dark warrior wore fit nicely but not too tight and covered his boots so much so that only the tips were revealed. His skin was as black as onyx stone and his eyes were even darker. Upon the Shadow Kings’ was a necklace with a silver ring hanging from it. For the most part he was not to impressive except for the shear power that flowed from his very being. Gracefully and smoothly the dark individual strode forward until he stood before the Dragon King and his council. He bowed once and then took Queen Crysteenas’ hand and placed a respectful kiss upon it. Then he turned back to the platinum king and their eyes locked.
“You never answered my question. Did you miss me little brother?”
Khlendros just nodded. What made Shadow King so dangerous was that he was neither good nor evil, he was simply the shadows incarnate and shadows give just as much as they take, they are neutral in the ways of life and that meant the taking or giving of life was as easy a decision to make as whether or not to drink or eat or sleep. If the wyrm of shadow wanted he could kill the Dragon Queen and be gone before anyone could strike and he could do it justifiably because it was Khlendros and Crimson who accidentally killed his mate so long ago.
“Good. I thought you had forgotten about me. Still… you did let me stay entombed under the Wilder Mountain for almost a thousand years. Bragon and his horde were very good, not that good but what had surprised me, allowed them to incidentally gain the upper hand,” his eyes glinting wickedly, “was the appearance of you…carrying the body of my wife.”
Everyone in the room was very quiet and very still.
“She had apparently been killed while you and little Crimson were fighting about the mountain. She was loyal to you, her king, and was ready to die for you and the truth is that it should have been me! I should have died that day little brother. Love was taken away from me but,” his hand gently, carefully stroking the chained ring upon his neck, “I was given a better idea. Do not think I was not upset with you…but vengeance against you would not be worth it. Besides, you ARE king. I want Crimson, Nataku, Olivia and everything that they cherish, and I hear, through echoes in the dark that this little band plans on fixing that problem.”
Shadow king turns to regard the group; noting the many pregnant females in the room, pain washing over him but none would have ever noticed as a truly wicked smile crossed his face, his sharp, almost vampiric fangs coming to bare.
“Allow me to travel with you to face the red and I will aid you after that against Epyon, for he too has something that is rightfully mine. Isn’t that right Quintex?”
The Immortal of Swords’ eyes narrowed at the matter-of-fact statement.
“Yes Shadow King. Epyon does have something that belongs to you. But if we allow you to work with us, for I know whether or not we say yes or no to you proposal you would act anyway, you would have to work with us. Agreed?”
Raylenethos then stood up. She was not about to let anyone make choices for her or her friends without saying a word.
“Who in the hell do you think you are?”
The Shadow King looked at her inquisitively and before she could blink he was before her, melting through the shadows effortlessly. As he spoke his words were smooth and truthful, no malice or threats hidden within.
“My lady, I am the rightful Lord of Shadows, and Epyon fears only one other than I. Now…my question to you is have you figured out who you are yet?”
Raylenethos stood there for a moment as the Shadow King disappeared once again and was now in the center of the room. Charlize, her hands stroking the immense sphere of her belly looked to her friend, worriedly and questioningly. Was there something that her dear friend had not told her or did not know? Raylenethos stood there…unblinking.
“I agree to your terms Lord Quintex…and Lady Raylenethos. For now!”
With that he was gone, falling into the shadows leaving the group in an awestruck silence. He would return in the morning when they were ready to travel.

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That night Sebron and Kasornin met once again.
“My powers have allowed your young to begin a change that, if you allow me to finish, will make them mine. I would like you to be the mother of my young; I would like you to be with me. I can take you my keep once the spell is complete where you can give birth and we can raise them together. Will you allow me this honor?”
Her smile was ear to ear as she kissed him with such passion it stole his breath. As she released her kiss she breathlessly answered him.
“Yesss my love! Finish your ssspell!”
Their lips met in a fiery lust, as Sebrons’ hands sliding under the folds of the Yuan Ti’s robe, cupping as much of her milk swollen breast as he could, his other hand running along the shear expanse of her amazingly full belly. He could feel her serpentine tail curling hungrily about his legs, her hands pawing beneath his robes until they found that which they hunted, his cock literally swelling as soon as she grasped it. The pregnant beauty jerked and stroked the already rock hard phallus, her hands running along it smoothly, effortlessly as she could feel him grow beneath her fingertips. She broke their lip lock and bent low, her snake like body twisting about, allowing her to engulf her lover while positioning her swollen girth in such a way that Sebron could still feel and caress her delicious curves, which he did greedily. She sucked and slurped at the head of his swelling meat, her forked tongue flicking along its length, the great mage shivering with pleasure as she held him in her mouth, warm, wet and wanting. Kasornin urged him deeper, gripping his hips and pulling him forward as her head bobbed up and down the massive shaft, saliva glistening off his quivering flesh. She tugged him along until they reached her bed and she shoved him on his back, the half-elfs’ cock, long and thick, rising like a great tower above him. Teasingly she rubbed her taunt, smooth belly flesh against the rigid stalk before allowing her great melon sized breasts wrap around the mages’ shaft, the tight cavern of her cleavage giving him an over whelming calm, his eyes, now glowing green with fae, rolling back with pleasure. Squeezing as much of her boulder like tit flesh about Sebrons’ shaft, Kasornin ran her bountiful bosom over his schlong, the huge organ pulsing between her massive mammeries as she tit fucked him. Milk leaked from her huge spheres, the nipples constantly erect due to the pressure. With his cock still firmly encased in her wondrous breast flesh, Sebron managed to sit up and engorge himself on one of her milk laden juggs. Normally this would be impossibly but Crimson had already changed his lower body to accommodate his loves bulging shape and sexual abilities. His tail slipped around hers, entangling them both as he drank from her bouncing orb of sloshing milk. Their bodies twisted and writhed about as they made love, kissing and rubbing, stroking and caressing eachother to bliss, their robes falling t the ground, their bodies intertwining and melting together. Sebron wrapped himself around her and slide his thickness into her magical womb, Kasornin, dripping now with sweat and lust crying out passionately with the slow and deliberate entry, their eyes meeting as if for the first time, the mage gently, carefully grasping her hugely distended belly as he began to pump his masculine, serpent like hips. Her hands fell upon his as he filled up her sex, thrusting deeper and deeper into her body, her nether lips gripping and hugging his cock until they both knew he would soon erupt. Normally their love making would last for hours but this was passion and caring mixed into one and Sebron quickly felt himself on the verge. Kasornin had felt him fill her before but she felt the difference of his thrust, careful and slow, allowing her to drink in every sensation of his body moving with hers, the care and perfection he put into his movements built up her orgasm rapidly, her pants and moans and hisses for more filling the mages ears as he came closer to bringing her to bliss. For much longer than they expected the two moved together, slowly, sensuously, dancing erotically with eachother, building up to the point where their passion would boil over. Finally they reached their limit. Her claws dug into his hands as her body began to shudder, Sebron quickening his own movements for both were on the edge of climax. Again their eyes met and simultaneously they cried out as Sebron released his seed for the first time into a women’s womb and Kasornin had the most wondrous of orgasms, not from wild passion but from the slow sensuous love making of her new mate. The amount of seed that Sebron pumped into her was mind blowing, their breaths deep and exhausted as the mage slumped over the Yuan Ti’s immense sphere, which was suddenly shrinking. Kasornin gasped and looked at the mage, wonder, excitement and fear upon her face.
“The children within are no longer nine months along as they once were. You are now pregnant with twelve very healthy young at only five months. They will grow slowly, allowing you to relish your pregnancy as I will, so in ten months you will be full term. I hope this pleases you.”
She looked at her amazing and powerful love, caressing and stroking her belly, though still quite big with a dozen young, but no longer the explosive sphere of evil she once held. Kasornin could now enjoy her pregnancy, savor it as her body swelled naturally with life. Unable to tell him, the joyous mother simply pulled her lover down and kissed him. That night they made love several more times before Sebron opened a portal to his keep where Kasornin would be safe and waited on hand and foot until and far after his return.

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Epyon watched as the creatures tentacles poured into the swollen bellied Neith, a rare catch from his young and wicked son, Witchhazel. The winged elf, her long reddish blonde hair matted to her face with sweat, her wings battered and torn, was moaning in orgasmic pleasure and horrific fear as the Violator burrowed into her gravid, turgid form, her abdomen swollen as if she were pregnant with twenty young, and the flesh taunt and tight yet rippled as the daemonic thing fed. It was an erotic torture that villainous immortal had dreamt up. Gripping and crying out in the torment of sensation and fear the winged beauty watched as her belly expanded and grew with the beasts probing and hungry tentacles, burrowing into her distended pussy and anal canal, her belly filling up with the wicked things feeders until her now monstrous orb, the flesh shiny and taunt, slick with slime and cum reached its limit. She could feel them crawling through her body, searching for room and food, her belly quivering as it continued to grow painfully and erotically. The young female finally moaned in one last agonizing orgasmic cry as the tendrils, with no more room to explore burst from her overly swollen belly, the flesh tearing apart as slime and blood sprayed the room, her body nearly ripped in half. The Violator quickly wrapped up the unmoving and lifeless form, dragging it out of sight so it could feed. Killing a Neith was like killing purity and beauty and goodness, all the things Epyon now despised. He felt just a little better than he had in days but that all came to an abrupt end as Corbios opened the door to the small viewing room. Epyon looked at his eldest son coldly, the daemon lowering his head as he spoke.
“Father…Crimson and Nataku have just arrived by portal. The younger does not look so good.”
Both daemons swiftly exited the tiny antechamber, Corbios in his elven façade. They moved through the corridors as fast as possible until reaching the meeting room. There stood Crimson, his eyes shimmering like burning rubies, the heat radiating off him almost unbearable. On the ground lay a wounded and battered heap that must have been Nataku.
“What has happened Crimson?”
The great red did not look up from his wounded friend but he answered as best he could.
“After I checked my lair for any signs of the coldfire dragon, I returned to Natakus’ keep to see if any trouble had befallen him. Most of his guards were dead or dying and he was left in a pool of blood, a young teifling name Whistler watching over him. All he said was that a white haired shadow attacked him! Why Epyon?”
Both Epyon and Corbios looked at eachother questioningly and then sudden realized that Crimson was accusing him. Before he could banter the red loosed a stream of hell fire at the two daemons, Corbios leaping to the side and Epyon throwing up a quick field that was melted away by the flame but left him unscathed. The daemon was far to wise to try to explain himself but he had no desire to kill the king of the red dragons; if he did so then Khlendros and Nicolette could band together and all his plans would be lost. He had to think fast for Crimson breathed again, this time blasting a huge hole in the immaculate room and killing two unsuspecting daemons on the other side, shaking the entire building. Corbios came in a rush but the red saw him all too quick and launched a spell of displacing on the daemon. In a wink he was gone.

Corbios appeared near the door guarded by the great minotuar, Sergo, crashing before the guardian. The beast quickly aided the daemon prince to his feet. Corbios didn’t hesitate until he remembered what Sergo was and why Epyon had enslaved him.
“Come frost lord! I need your help!”
Sergo moved towards the opening portal.

Epyon rolled low and back up, dodging a deadly blast from the enraged wyrm, and bringing his hands together launched a force of energy that blasted Crimson off his feet. Just then a portal opened and wave of icy air filled the room as Sergo, the great white minotuar, his ivory horns shinny and polished, stepped into the room, his great axe twirling before him. Corbios followed soon after, the icy attack forcing Crimson back on his guard. Sergo was the chosen of Wintershade, the Immortal of Cold, whose chosen form was that of a forty two foot tall ice titan. Epyon had “won” Sergo in a bet, though the trade was really for the titans’ daughter; and Sergo knew it. The minotuar was hurled back as flames clipped his shoulder, as Dynna the red mistress of Olivia entered the fray!
“What is going on?”
Crimson slowly picked himself off the ground, his eyes now pure white with heat and rage.
“That is what I want to know Epyon! What is going on?”
The dark immortal composed himself quickly, for before him stood two of the deadliest creatures he had ever known and though they could not kill him out right, the pain and destruction they could inflict and rift between their delicate truce would be terrific and extremely costly, too much so for Epyons’ liking. Sergo slowly spun his mystic blade, his eyes narrowing on Dynna, Corbios; still in elven form, held a jeweled cutlass and smirked as Nataku stirred. Before anyone could blink, the daemon prince had his blade upon the wounded wyrms’ throat, awaiting the command from his father.
“Let us ask Nataku the truth,” his voice calm and cold, feeling the upper hand of the conflict turn his way, his sons’ action turning the stalemate, “Nataku…who did this?”
Epyon was kneeling next to the badly injured creature, his wounds more internal than external and far more painful, holding his head up so the young one could speak. Nataku was barely conscious but enough so to understand the urgency in the immortals/ voice, both Crimson and Dynna ready to carve Corbios apart in an instant, though both knew one would take a very deadly hit from the strange minotuar. Nataku nearly choked on his first words but soon his cleared, though it came in gasps.
“I…it...w…wa…was Sh…Shadow…Kkk…King!”
If silence were a force its power would have been concentrated in that moment. Epyon eased the wounded dragons head back down as he looked into Crimsons’ eyes which had completely lost their burning luster and now looked like dull, dead rubies. Epyon feared nothing in all existence; he did not even fear a fight with the two powerful dragons though he would not enjoy it. Yet as much as he believed he did not fear Natakus’ statement it horrified him more deeply than any other words could. The rightful heir to the throne of shadow had returned and if he and the Immortal of Freedom aligned then Epyons’ reign would come to a swift and assuredly abrupt and painful end. He needed Serenity and Lady Sabrina in his control and he needed them now!

The heroes met early that next morning to finalize there planes and to discuss who would come and who would not. The discussion lasted for nearly an hour and those who would continue the journey would be Raylenethos, Khambien, Charlize and Celeste; who, at the suggestion of their newest ally the Shadow King, would remain at the tower of the Enchantress, their obvious condition would soon render them rather vulnerable. Quintex, Serenity, and Iceburn would go as well as Sebron. Both Toc and Ruby were in along with Odin, Lita the Chaser and Caylani Seawhisper, the arcane archer who would be their guide. Lady Kira would also accompany the group but she too would stay at the Enchantress’ tower, her dragon filled belly now rendered her powerless to fly saves with the use of magic’s. The rest would stay behind and help Khlendros fight the armies of Crimson and Olivia, though the tide of the war had turned swiftly at the arrival and reemergence of their long lost king, and the sudden addition of the dwarven, drow and Batarian armies. Once ready to go, Khlendros and the other leaders of the nations stood upon a great out cropping in a large chasm of the underdark and saw the heroes off, as they once again made their way into the lightless bowels of the planet, Caylani and the Shadow King leading the way.
They traveled for nearly two days without incident on their two week journey. On the third day their good fortune ran out.
“Hold!”
It was a mere whisper but even then it chilled Raylenethos’ bones, as Shadow King stepped from the darkness. Caylani turned as he appeared, her bow knocked and drawn back but she relaxed as she recognized the figure.
“How many?”
The handsome dragon smiled at the question.
“A dozen Yuan Ti, mostly male, three female mages though. The halfling can take them. There are eleven Gravidian Witches and a small host of undead; apparently two of them have released their brood for added protection. You, Lady Kira and our too young mothers can attack them from afar. One of them is far too large; she may be a Covent mother. Be wary!”
Iceburn stepped up to the front, as well as Quintex, Raylenethos, Odin and Toc. Lita, now dressed in tight battle leathers, her every curve accentuated by the second skin, opened her palms as two wands appeared. Celeste, the always ready pirate, withdrew a long golden rod from her bag, patted her enormous belly and slid next to Charlize and Serenity who both had begun to cast. Lady Kira also began a spell and Khambien readied himself. Sebron drew Crimsonsbane with a smile on his face, mage armor wrapping over his body. Caylani and Ruby slid up the sides of the cavern wall for many more yards until they heard the voices of the group. The arcane archer peeked around the corner.
Most of the Yuan Ti were spread out, encircling the Gravidian Witches. Five skeletal archers walked around the group and thirteen armed zombies filled the gaps. The three female mages formed a triangle around the witches and they all sat in a circle, the eleventh one, her belly absolutely enormous; swollen and tight with undead spirits, sat in the middle. Above them was hovered the image, just the face actually, of a gorgeous raven haired female, her eyes dark, her full lips as black as night. The elven arcane could just make out the words.
“Lady Dhonytae is dead my sisters. A sacrifice for our Lord Epyon. I am now Covent Mother. Sister Nakita, you shall join me here at our masters’ keep. The rest of you meet up with the Covent outside of the Enchanted Forrest. They cannot seem to penetrate the defenses of the wood. Mane, the Wilder King has seen to that! With the aid of the Yuan Ti and your powers that may change! Our treacherous sister, the Enchantress must fall. Nakita…come!”
With that, a portal opened behind the immensely swollen female and magically she floated up into air and through the portal. It closed as the image disappeared. One of the witches then rocked herself to her feet, her belly appearing as if she were ready to deliver dectuplets in her twelfth month, and began issuing commands. But even as she stood, she cried out and then fell suddenly silent, her form consumed into the shadows, but only to her waist, blood leaking from her severed body, the many spirits within her rising and encircling another witch, the entrapped dead looking for another host.
Everything exploded at that moment for the Shadow King had made the first move. Both archers whipped around the corner and fired, Ruby’s shot slicing through the nearest mages skull, Caylanis’ piercing the heart of one of the witches, the dumbfounded female falling to her knees and then to her belly; more spirits rising. The host of apparitions dove into one confused female and she cried out in orgasmic glee and fright as her massive tummy began to expand with new undead.
The five dead archers stepped up and loosed a volley as six of the Yuan Ti slithered forward. Tocs’ axe came hurling out of the darkness to connect with one of the approaching warriors, blasting him away as Odin came barreling forward, his warhammer rippling with electricity as it too flew out of his hand, and crackling as it struck another Yuan Ti in the skull. Both axe and hammer returned to their masters.
The back Yuan Ti guards began to respond as did their two remaining mages but the sudden snap that seemed to only sound in their ears caught their attention, as the nearest female mage; closest to the Gravidian host turned to see one of her soldiers fall, his neck twisted 180 degrees. Just as she was about to warn the others she felt the strong grip about her throat then the sharp pain as her head and vision turned to such an extent that she now looked upon her back and rear as all went dark.
The last of the mages saw the shadowy figure dissolve into the darkness as a streaking silver arrow cut through her heart and she fell dead.
A sudden explosion from the center of the room blasted back the startled Gravidian witches and knocked some of the Yuan Ti to the floor as three fire balls erupted simultaneously within the main group of undead approaching; sending a dozen of the living corpses up in flames, their bodies crumbling to ash. Coldfire leapt up about two other undead as Iceburn came from his hiding place, breathing his all too deadly breath about the stalking creatures. They disappeared almost as quickly as the flame came to life about their bodies. The dragon smiled. Quintex and Raylenethos emerged from the caverns mouth to meet the remaining Yuan Ti, Wicked Lady loping off one snake fiends head while Quintex brought one blade in low then back slashing upward as he slit one throat, spinning around and driving his other blade into another’s heart. The last of the charging creatures started to retreat as Odin leapt from out of nowhere, bringing Thundercharger down upon his head, the snake mans’ skull exploding from the force.
In the rear group a grunt could be heard as Shadow King did his dirty work, renting a Yuan Ti’s head nearly off his shoulders. Now the last three of the back host turned on the master of darkness, swords drawn and waiting. Even as Raylenethos buried her beautiful blade to the hilt into a skeletons skull she could see the blur of motion that was the Shadow King; the ancient assassin ducking one blade as he kicked out to deflect another sword coming in, then spinning to entrap the third Yuan Ti, twisting his serpentine body around to catch the first attackers second swing full in the back, severing the snake mans’ spine instantly. The Yuan Ti looked at his dead companion in utter shock and then nothing, Shadow King turning his head around; completely snapping his neck. Before the third could react, Shadow King collapsed his face with a single spin kick, concaving his spine with the force of the blow. In mere seconds the last of the Yuan Ti had fallen.
Sebron then step forth, Crimsonsbane glowing intensely, the powerful mage leveling the weapon to the few remaining undead that were not ash from Celeste and Litas’ fire wands or Charlize, Serenity’s or Lady Kiras’ spells.
“Go home.”
The command was simple and unyielding as the bodies crumpled to the earth. Another explosion sent the skeletal archers into dust and rubble as Lita loosed another volley from her fire wand. Between Caylani, Ruby and Toc; whom had carved a swath through the full bellied Gravidian witches, only one of the vile necromancers remained, all the spirits of her Covent now within her, her belly a towering dome of quivering flesh, her mind lost in the orgasmic bliss of such fullness, her mind drunk with power, the great mountain of skin ready to burst with life, her hands digging into the rock as she held the cataclysmic birth. To the surprise of all within view; save maybe the Shadow King and Quintex, and even herself, Raylenethos stepped up to the hugely gravid female, and placing a single hand on the taunt, shivering dome and whispered.
“You are free.”
The witch moaned with pure ecstasy as all the spirits within her rushed from her quivering sex, laughter and cries of joy filling the air. Quintex caught the half elven beauty as she lost consciousness, the sudden use of unknown power immediately draining Raylenethos; the witch still panting with the explosion of sexual energy hardly noticed the darkness or the cold sharp claw sliding across her throat as she died.
“Well…that was entertaining. Shall we proceed?”
Quintex just glared at the dangerous shadowy wyrm, Raylenethos wrapped in his arms, as they all regroup and moved on.


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The Huntress had found her prey. Most of the patrons in the tavern were splattered about its walls, her two pets revealing the nymph Lovette at a local tavern of the small crossroad town and slaughtering all who tried to protect the bubbly, voluptuous nymph. Now, echoing throughout the streets of Harden Dale, were her cries and moans of unwanted pleasure as one of the two dracoliths impaled her on its cock. She was literally bouncing off his steel hard rod, her twin titanous breasts wobbling about madly upon her chest, her plump sexy frame jiggling about everywhere with every pain filled, orgasm inducing thrust of pure, raw sexuality and lust. The blonde haired, her normally cute face was twisted in beastly desire, the vile creature holding her legs tightly, wrapping them around his waist with his lower arms, while he grips her arms and pulls them back forcefully; causing her to arch her back painfully but erotically, pushing out her boulder like spheres rapid as they dance about as he fucks her. Her eyes are shut tight with a cauldron of emotions and sensations, tears and sweat running down her soft cheeks and slightly pudgy frame which seemed to only enhance her sexiness. The dark skinned monstrosity continued to bury its full length in Lovette, her volumous lips parted as she moaned and gasped with unwanted pleasure, the Dracoloth filling her dripping sex beyond her imagination, her huge udders clapping loudly as he fucked her.
Another moan could be heard as the second Dracoloth had seized an unfortunate bar wench; her slender body shuddering as the creature stabbed her tight cunt with his all too large member. She was lost in horrified sexual bliss; knowing that she would not survive this encounter but yet lusting for the animalistic lust and sexual power that overwhelmed her. The huge daemonling was fucking her doggy style, her large firm breasts shuddering with his every powerful entry. The older, more powerful of the daemons, grinned evilly as pounded away relentlessly at the poor human, her head whipping about to and fro, sweat soaked chocolate brown hair sticking to her face as she cried out for more, literally begging for the Dracoloth to finish; the pleasure feeling so good it hurt. Drool dripped on her round, firm as, the flesh of her cheeks slapping against his inner thighs as the Huntress’ pet howled out in glee as he jerked and spasmed, black oily seed filling her womb and infecting her eggs, fertilizing them with evil.
Lovette was fairing no better as her beast slammed her onto the bar, or what was left of it, blood mixing with her already wet blonde locks, as he spread her legs wide and the Dracoloths’ cock filled, growing larger within her, distending her poor pussy even more. She grabbed his forearms tightly as the nymph of lies pulled herself further up his shaft, gasping as her plump little belly expanded as he filled her.
The human laid on the bloody, gore covered ground panting breathlessly, and her hands running over her slightly rounded cum-stuffed tummy, a warm tightness gripping her as the bulge in her abdomen began to swell. The Dracoloth smiled, at least the young girl thought it smiled, as it walked by her and moved before Lovette, pulling her back and stretching the nymph out fully, and then he shoved his still hard cock down her throat, cum residue on the tip. She gobbled it up hungrily, Epyons’ creations for the Huntress exuding his lustful power. None of this mattered to the human as she writhed about on the floor, her belly ballooning at a steady pace, allowing her to feel every sensation of the growing thing within her, the tatters from her dress becoming tight and painful as her body swelled, the young female looking eight months pregnant with quintuplets in mere seconds. Her firm breasts grew softer, fuller as they too began to change, her body rushing through the stages of pregnancy as swiftly as possible, her belly, taunt and smooth, the flesh pulling so tight that it became shiny under the pressure, her leftover garment pulled thin against her still expanding womb, drawing blood from the explosive flesh. The poor girl was lost, her mind literally consumed by pleasure as her pussy continually spasmed with orgasmic fury, the exhilaration of pregnancy and birth, and the slim, dulled knowledge that her belly was literally ready to burst with something horrible and wicked. She clawed the ground as pain and pleasure swept over her, her gargantuan gravidity nearly swallowing up her body, two liquid filled mountains smothering her anguished face. The great mountain of belly was almost seven feet tall and two feet wide, a perfect sphere if pregnancy, taunt and tight, shivering with pressure and weighing so much that it was crushing her lungs. Even so the young woman gave a blood curdling scream of ecstasy and pain as two huge claws tore through her massive distended pregnancy, splitting the monstrous orb like over ripe fruit as a third Dracoloth emerged from it “mother” and roared its arrival. Then it viciously fed on the human corpse.
Lovette heard the horrific, orgasmic cry but she was lost in a sexual haze, she heard the roar but this only made her suck harder on the Dracoloths’ huge cock. She was literally on fire with hunger, a desire to breed overtaking her as the younger fiend began to thrust faster and deeper, its climax approaching, hers already there. The nymphs’ juices squirted out of her overfilled cunt as the warm rush sent the young one out of control and he came with power, bucking and shuddering. Even with all the commotion below her, Lovette skillfully sucked the elders’ stock, her tongue swirling over his tip. He growled low as his black goo jetted down her throat. Both Dracoliths’ continued to hold Lovette prone as their seed germinated within her and the plump little nymphs’ belly began to swell and expand rather rapidly. She was still sucking the elder dry as her waist and hips expanded and widened, her tummy growing tighter and rounder, her huge bouncing juggs swelled up with milk, baby fat washing over her, making her seem all the more luscious and fertile, the ripe sensuality of pregnancy bathing her in its glow. Lovette was moaning with joy, Epyons’ seed controlling her like it did the many others that she would soon join, her belly a mammoth ball of pregnant beauty, resting near five feet tall and two feet wide, her soft yet firm breasts taunt with milk, her dark brown nipples stiff with the excitement, milk dribbling from them. She was exhausted, gently caressing her new, full figure with blood covered hands, relishing the succulent beauty of her new curves and swells. Oh how Epyon would indulge himself upon her pregnant ripeness.
The Huntress then strolled into the tavern, fresh blood dripping off her long sword, black tendrils licking up the life liquid. She moved up to the hugely pregnant nymph, gently touching the great swell of her belly, drawing a lustful coo from the newest acquisition. She merely chuckled and looked to her three pets; the third licking himself clean.
“Fawn. Find her!”
The three bounded for the door and disappeared into the night. A portal then opened as a huge four armed daemon, nearly twelve feet tall stepped through, looked at the Huntress, the scrumcious looking, massive breasted, titanic bellied Lovette; licking his lips he scooped her up and stepped back to Epyons’ domain. The Huntress spat on the ground and then sped off to follow her hounds.


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The Halls of Light were truly beyond words. No muse, no singer, no minstrel nor bard could describe the home of the angelic guard. The crystalline citadel in which they stayed was placed in a great floating castle of gold, platinum and jewels, quite similar to Dragonhorde Keep, set among the clouds it was known as Sky Home. As much beauty and splendor and light that dripped from every crevasse of the great place it could not diminish the dark cloud that hung over Nicolettes’ heart. The winged beauty stepped off one ledge and flew up among the towers of the Sky Home until she landed upon the golden balcony that she looked for. The gorgeous female landed deftly on the warm metal, carefully looking through the silk drapes that fluttered with the gentle breeze.
“Jeana? Are you there sister?”
After a moment the drapes parted and a breathtaking young female stepped through; her hair a lush platinum blonde, her eyes sparkling sapphires, full succulent lips parted in a welcoming smile. She wore a simple cassock that parted at her feminine neck, just hiding two very large, full breasts, a flat tummy, leading into a slender waist but widening in to sensuous hips, long sleek thighs and feet adorned in sandals that wrapped up about her smooth, muscular calves. A loin cloth hung low about her hips, just above her sex and her wings spread as she moved, long and blonde, tipped with white at the ends. As beautiful as Nicolette was, Jeana was even more so. She rushed up to her visiting friend, embracing her in a warm, loving hug. As the two parted Nicolette looked long and hard at her amazing sister, the sexuality and beauty that seemed to flow from her being. Jeana too looked at her sister and could feel the worry upon her.
“Nicolette, what troubles you?”
Her head dropped. For some reason, asking her sister to do what she most desired out of necessity rather than acceptance tugged at her heart. She answered in a whispered voice.
“Epyon.”
Jeana stepped back at the mention of the fallen angel; he who was once their brother. She remembered how wonderful he once was until he stole the Shadow and his heart grown dark.
“What must I do sister?”
Again Nicolette looked at the angelic female with a heavy heart.
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“So…all this craziness is because of you, huh Serenity?”
The white haired nymph looked at her old friend sheepishly. Lita was sweet but had a way of getting straight to the point.
“It’s not all my fault. Epyon had a lot to do with it!”
Lita just smiled. She was enjoying her time with her old friend ad even more so she was enjoying her freedom. The one thing she was missing though was some much needed satisfaction. She had been cooped up in that damned statue for a few hundred years, all by herself without a man or woman to relieve her own natural desires. As the group traveled through the lightless underdark she took inventory on who was touchable ad who wasn’t. It was quickly apparent that Toc, Khambien and Charlize were all temporarily off limits. Serenity was always up for some fun and she could tell that Celeste, the gorgeous, hugely pregnant ship captain would be willing. Quintex…he was questionable, something about the way he looked at Raylenethos was a bit more than protective or lustful…almost awed, like he were looking at someone greater than he. Then of course there was Raylenethos whom she owed her freedom, she could think of so many ways to “thank” her. Odin, well as burly and smelly as he was, he could be entertaining. Caylani was a mystery but Ruby had a glow about her that screamed orgasm. And of course there was Shadow King. She had felt power before, in fact she was one of the most powerful of her kind and he made her feel like a child. Lita was daring but not that daring! Even as she watched him now, dipping in and out of the shadows, she could feel the control and strength and raw emotion that seemed to form him into the entity that he was and that was untouchable to her.

Shadow King looked upon the darkness of the caves before them, every nuance and crevasse as bright as day to his eyes and he smiled. It had been nearly five days since they had slaughtered the Gravidian host and their guard, five extremely boring days. But in the shadows, things looked as if they were about to pick up. He watched them as they moved about, a dozen or so of the corrupt, cursed creatures, their spider like legs taking them up the jagged walls of the caverns as they prepared their traps. Smart and wicked. Shadow king slowly raised his hand, signaling Caylani to halt, placing the rest of the group well out of the sight, if not the smell of the Driders, which was incredible and who may have set their web like nets. Once again he dove into the shadows, his home, and his domain and reemerged behind the creatures, half elf-half spiders, and in the darkness he looked for one, the leader, and the matriarch of nasty brood. She wasn’t hard to find and Shadow King merely smiled for he could see why she hid behind the hunters. Near the rear wall she sat, her eight long spider like legs pulled in close to her arachnid half, her elven torso, beautiful though wrong, long jet black hair hanging down her well muscled back, slender though firm arms caressing one of the largest bellies the ancient assassin had ever laid his eyes upon, nearly an eight foot swell of pale flesh, camouflaged with the natural dark spots that all the driders shared. Two twin mountainous breasts rested upon the great orb the surprising attractive matriarch licking her lips for she could smell the fresh aroma of humans and elves and even a dwarf and ogre. Her red eyes glinted with hunger, her jaws lean and straight, and her nose sharp and angular. If she were still an elf Shadow King would have found her appealing if not gorgeous, but she wasn’t and he didn’t care. Shadow King admired her lush, gravid beauty, the elven part at least, it had been sometime since he had drank from the blood of mortals and he was quite hungry; nor had he felt the pleasures of the flesh but, the ring about his neck glinted, he would not touch another until he kept his promise. For a moment he contemplated informing the others of what he was about to do but then he decided that answering to any one was never his way. Again he fell into the shadows, this time arising right next to one of the driders guarding the egg filled female and before it could speak he tore out the things throat, killing it instantly and then pulling it into the realm of darkness. The second drider watching his queen, admiring her full, ripe beauty should have been paying better attention as he was wrapped up around the head and silenced, his neck twisted and torn off his body. Blood ran freely from the open wound, his body melting into the shadows to join his comrade. Shadow King, once assured that he and the drider matriarch were safely alone rose from her shadow, a long slender claw, nearly as black as the wyrm himself slid across her throat, not cutting the skin but making sure that the heavily pregnant creature got the point.
“Well, well, well…it has been some time hasn’t it Thimbre ‘Dahl? Last I saw you, you were a mere hatchling. Now look at you…a matriarch and all! Funny how things change in just a few hundred years.”
Her voice was weak, quivering as she spoke.
“My lord…we thought you dead.”
The feral claw slid into her flesh, causing her to wince as the pain bit her.
“You thought wrong.”
All she could do was blink. The claw next to her throat was warm as it sliced into her flesh, just enough to draw blood. Shadow king loved his work.
“We are going to go out into the main chamber and you and your…mates are going to let us go or it shall be you I feast upon this night. I believe you understand?”
Again, all she could was blink, as her world became suddenly black and lifeless and then brightened as she was now out in the main chamber of the cavern, facing the three trapped caves.

Caylani thought she had gone crazy for a moment as Shadow King and a hugely pregnant creature, part elf, part spider; a beast known to her as drider, emerged from the shadows of the main chamber. Suddenly the cavern exploded into movement as about fourteen driders, their spidery legs clacking along the ground, emerged from trap holes about the ceiling and floor. Both she and Ruby drew their bows, Raylenethos, Quintex and the others drawing their weapons while all the magic users, save Sebron and Lita, began to cast. Iceburn just began to walk forward.
“Hold,” Raylenethos whispered holding her hand up, “I think Shadow King has it under control but be ready just in case.”
Khambien slid up beside her.
“You trust him?”
“He didn’t have to tell us or show us.”
“Good point!”
The heroes sat in the darkness, awaiting the outcome of Shadow Kings ploy.

“Myself and those who travel with me shall pass, free of harm. If you wish to feed, there is a small band of plump young humans less than a mile away. They are slow moving and should be easy prey. The decision is quite simple. If I kill her, your tribe ends…if you go about my suggestion, you feed well and your tribe lives. Any objections?”
One of the larger driders strode forward, a large tower shield on one arm, a cruel looking morning star in the other.
“There are more of us I say. We kill you, and your friends, then feed upon the humans.”
None of the heroes could see Shadow Kings smile as he exhaled and wicked looking beam of pure shadow shoot straight through the males chest, leaving not a trace but a shadowy whisk of smoke. The driders face became surprisingly less harsh, almost remorseful as he slumped to the ground and fell dead.
“Anymore suggestions? Good. Let’s go!”
The last sentence was loud enough for the group to hear as carefully they left their cavern. A mental question slipped into Shadow Kings’ mind.
“Why not fight?”
The return was truly genius.
“Because the group of humans I spoke of is another host of Gravidian bitches and allowing these two to fight it out saves us time and energy. Besides, this was far too much fun!”
Sebron almost blurted out in laughter as he stepped by the dangerous creature. Shadow King waited until his group was far enough away down the safest corridor before he released Thimbre Dahl. She looked at him in relief and a bit of anger, her pride the greatest wound of them all. He merely smirked as he melted into the darkness.

An hour later the halls shook with a massive explosion. The weary and battle hardened heroes began to draw their weapons but halted as the lord of shadows began to chuckle, as did the arcane light mage. Raylenethos looked upon the two, fully aware that they were not close friends.
“And what is so amusing?”
Shadow King continued to move forward though Sebron politely answered the gorgeous half elf.
“Our silent friend here offered a…easier meal for the driders…though the last host of escaped Gravidian witches may prove a bit harder to feed upon than the driders may expect.”
Raylenethos looked at the dark silent assassin as he continued to guide them along; a new appreciation for his like filtering into her thoughts.

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Ebony was immensely pregnant, her massive belly; wonderfully taunt, distended flesh, pulled to its fullest and yet still grew as her many young matured. Her face, beautiful and soft, rounded with layers of baby fat, was almost kind, save for her wicked feline eyes as she, from a perch far above, looked upon her fathers sister Lethan slumber, the immortal female larger than even the daemoness, her unimaginably mammoth breasts leaking continuous gallons of milky white ambrosia, collected by plump, round bellied feeders. About her lay the many nymph and breeders that her father had collected as his personal concubines. Two of them looked ready to explode, a lovely blonde by the name of Teela and an eastern elf called Mynka, their gargantuan bellies spherical and smooth, breasts so full of milk they looked hard to the touch, the monstrous swells undulating with the growing lives within. She stroked her own magnificent belly, plotting her move to over throw her father as soon as her young were born. The young daemon had decided that she would take Crimson as her lover and together they would rule, though her fathers’ armies were vast, and the coupe would take sometime. It was hard for her to think as she looked hungrily and lustfully upon the lush, plump, fertile brood before her, her mind racing through all the perverse sexual pleasures they could give her and the power if she fed upon their flesh. As if one were reading her mind, the door to her chamber was opened and Tabitha, her own middle quite full and round; twin boulders resting atop her gravidity, entered, escorted by two lovely halflings, young virgins by the smell of it and Khlabec.
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Xheena and Haarlei moved through the dark corridors. Tyra had returned with news. The two beauties awaited their batarian spy, listening for every slight whisper or creak for Epyon was growing impatient and desperate, especially after learning about Shadow Kings return. Nestled safely in a small alcove Tyra finally emerged from the shadows, her wing like arms wrapped around her abundant bosom, her frame tall and curvaceous, yet lithe and muscular. She smiled at the immortal and nymph as they greeted her with open arms. They spoke in whispers as Tyra conveyed what her batarian had uncovered.
“Lady Xheena, the dragon lord Khlendros has been freed and has returned to his throne within the Dragon Horde, and with him he has brought the batarian, dwarven and drow armies to join with the titans and Neith that already fight along side the dragon kingdom and whispers of Silverfoxs’ return also run about. The underdark city of the drow has been freed by a band of heroes, among them Serenity and Lord Quintex and the Light Mage Sebron. Rumors also have it the ancient darkness, the true lord and master of shadows has returned though his whereabouts and intentions as of yet are unsure. But the tide has seemed to turn my lady. No batarian have yet seen hints of the fallen, they have kept themselves well out of sight, yet the Huntress is loose and is on the trail of someone, though her quarry has remained a secret. Though hope is abundant…the danger is far from gone.”
Xheena smiled at her loyal friend, rubbing her winged hand.
“Thank you Tyra and your sisters. Continue to watch for us and be careful, Daphne would never forgive me if you were to come to harm. Haarlei, ready a scrying so that I may speak to the Enchantress; I have a feeling that is where Master Sebron will lead them for a brief sanctuary once they are free of the underdark.”
With that, the gorgeous nymph dashed off.
“Take care Tyra…we shall see you soon!”
The brown furred lovely smile as she fell into the shadows. Xheena sighed and made her way back to her trusted friends. Aloof in the darkness, the young creature known as Witchhazel watched and remembered. He was becoming quite the keeper of secrets.

Fawn hurriedly packed her scrolls and tombs. Her mistress, Lady Sabrina had sent her warning that she was being hunted by none other than the Huntress herself and far worse, her sister Lovette had already been taken. Fawn, her long chocolate brown hair draped over her shoulder, big brown eyes darting from scroll to tomb to scroll again, desperately trying to decide what was necessary and what was not, hardly noticed as the floor shook in the great libraries tower. Hardly noticed, but she did notice. From below her she could hear the beginnings of a battle. The Huntress had found her.
An explosion from below rocked the great structure and an ominous and horrible howl echoed through the chamber. Fawn nearly toppled over as the foundation shook again but then a strong yet gentle feminine hand grasped her by the wrist, steadying her. With big brown eyes she looked and a wide smile crossed her lips as her mistress looked upon her. Sabrina was quite lovely, though her figure was as much a mystery as the many secrets she held. Shrouded in dark violet robes that seemed to flow about her, her form was hidden as were her movements. Only her beautiful face was revealed, soft sienna brown skin, large almond shaped eyes the color of her robes, a slender button nose and full ruby hued lips, curled in a sly and yet worried smile.
“Come Fawn. I know what the Huntress seeks and if she finds you, us, her employer wins. We must go!”
With that the Lady of Secrets pulls the young nymph, who is desperately trying to grab her remaining scrolls and through a mystical and unseen door the two slip away. Even as Fawns’ cloak disappears, the door to her chamber is blasted away by a greenish blue fire ball and through the sundered door enters one of the Huntress’ dracoliths. It growls low, a long serpentine tongue running over its drooling maw, sniffing the air until it arrived at the spot where Sabrina and fawn had escaped. It again growled and then loosed and frightening howl that was answered moments later by its two brothers, the three sniffing the area. The Huntress stalks in and looks upon her pets.
“Go!”
With that the first beast tears open a rift in time and space with a swipe of its claw and the three hounds bounded through the portal, their prey unaware that the dogs were upon them.
The Huntress smiled wickedly as she stepped through the gateway, her revenge would soon be at hand.

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Far away, along the port of the Nightingale, The huge minotaur Broxton stood on the deck of the Shadowdancer, next to him, the enormously huge breasted priestess Chelsea the Charmer. She had a cloaked wrapped tight about her burgeoning boob flesh and was huddled close to the black furred creature. Yet this was not an evening stroll, the two were watching as another great galleon docked at the port city, one the recognized all to well. The Charmers’ eyes were glowing blue, as were Broxtons’, her magical sight allowing them to view the deck of the ship as if they were only a ship away.
Upon the deck of the Lady Death, a voluptuous female snow elf was talking to a creature of pure black shrouds. It was evil, no questioning that and as it left the young female, the two spies could tell she was noticeably shaken. Then four more creatures appeared from the darkness, atop massive black winged steeds and then like great ravens they took wing and were gone into the night. The female pirate then began to bark orders as her crew hastily made preparations to leave the city that they were still hunted in.
Chelsea, her eyes still glowing a brilliant blue just shook her head.
“I think the captains in trouble big guy?”
“Yoz’ and mez’ both!”
With that he turned and began to bark orders as well. Chelsea the Charmer smiled at her large friend. They knew they couldn’t help their beloved captain from here, unless they had a few answers, and Thara of the Lady Death was going to give them those answers.

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Lethan fed slowly, her body plump and soft, her belly a gargantuan model of pregnant splendor, too large for words or imagination, and her titanic breasts exuding gallons upon gallons of powerful milk by the minute, the tight flesh of her sphere shivering with the many young with, dozens upon dozens of spawn. Epyon had forbid any to touch her or Trinity for they were both completely full, their bodies no longer able to hold any young without exploding horrifically. As a massive bellied feeder poured red crimson down her hungry gullet, the curly haired Cassandra, her own body three lush spheres of pregnancy wobbling about while she stroked and kissed and teased as much of Lethans’ smooth, taunt flesh as she possibly could, sending waves of pleasure through the immortal. Nareel and Rachelle were upon Trinity, each guzzling down her delicious breast milk, their bodies swelling and fattening with every swallow. Among them lay the newest member of the dark immortals horde, Lovette, the nymph of lies. She was also the smallest and Epyon wanted his harem full and ready to pop with his young, which two large daemons, one of whom was the dark prince Corbios, were happy to accommodate their immortal lord. Most of the hugely, monstrously gravid females of the collection were circled about, rubbing, cooing, licking, caressing and teasing , kissing and sucking eachother into continuous mind numbing orgasms as they watched; in between animalistic climaxes, poor Lovette get impregnated repeatedly to the two fiends delight.
As before with the dracoliths, the blonde beauty was stuffed with daemonic meat, her blood engorged pussy lips gripping upon Craxios’ huge schlong as he held her smooth, rounded sides, her plump flesh squeezed tightly between his fingers as the vicious creature bounced her off his huge cock. She was panting and purring between thrusts as she desperately tried to suck off Corbios’ thick member, her full lips spread wide over his thick head. In full beastly glory he gripped the back of her head and forcefully fucked her cute face, the young nymph happily chocking on his size, gobs of spit running down her chin and dripping on the sweat covered expanse of her swelling tits, Craxios already cumming within her twice. Her belly was growing as well, noticeably even as she was fucked into mind shattering orgasms; Corbios’ cock had muffled the sounds of her pleasure filled screams. The prince eased out of Lovettes’ mouth to admire her ripe, sensuous beauty, all the more sexy as she was pounded with cock, her plump, shapely legs spread wide as her huge, swelling sphere giggled with each ramming thrust, her two twin mountains bouncing madly about. Now her cries of unwanted joy filled the air, deep bellyful growls of intense stimulation coursed from clenched teeth. Craxios tensed for his third time as jets off hot seed filled her and she screamed with orgasmic madness, her titanic dome surging forth with new life, curves and delicious swells billowing out over her already large frame, her hands tiny against the size of her belly, and nearly a dozen young filling the wonderfully gravid dome. The daemon grunted a little as he shifted her new weight to the side and slide from her, exposing her smooth, round full ass, each cheek smothered in untainted baby fat, making them all the more tantalizing. As Craxios slinked away tiredly, Corbios moved in for the finale. Corbios lifted up a shapely thigh, exposing her pink pussy, cum still dripping from it, and her tight, untouched sphincter that brought a wicked grin to his face as he drilled it unmercifully. Lovette let loose a howl of pained sexual fury, her body reacting immediately as she came right then, her juices squirting out from her silken sex, her fattened frame quivering with delight. He pounded the tight hole relentlessly as a third figure emerged, and all gasped for it was the dark lord Epyon himself, his muscles tight and glistening, his thick phallus hard and awaiting her hungry mouth, a wickedness glinting in his golden eyes. Even as his son, his claws digging into the layers of flesh on her rear, fucked her ass; Epyon gently eased his thickness between Lovettes’ ruby lips, her sapphire eyes blurry and dull with excitement, his hand cupping what he could of her hefty, meaty tit, milk sloshing about within. With amazing concentration she gave the wicked lord a amazing blow job, taking him deep into her mouth and down her throat, swallowing him up as if she where going to eat him. A loud smacked echoed through the chamber as the daemon prince spanked the poor baby machine, making Lovette suck all the harder on his fathers’ shaft, Epyon noticeably shivering with pleasure. Corbios had not touched a female in some weeks, since Penelopes’ premature delivery and he was desperately trying to hold his climax but her pussy was so soft, so wet, the folds of her lips egging the seed from him as he finally tensed up, his muscles flexing with power, his razor like claws biting into her plump rear as he came, endless jets of hot, creamy fluid blasted into her too full womb. The shear force of the daemons climax sent a wave of utter ecstasy through Lovette who herself loosed a monstrous orgasmic scream, her mouth humming over Epyons’ rigid girth, the sensation bringing the wicked fiend to eruption, the panting female suddenly choked as sticky fluid splashed down her throat and she swallowed between orgasmic waves, her pussy and mouth flooded with daemonic seed, gobs of thick pearly sauce covering her mouth and face, running down her cheeks and into her sweat matted hair. The baby heavy nymph amazingly rolled to her back, coughing up cum as she gasped with fearful pleasure, her already enormous belly began to swell and grow, the all to tight flesh stretching seemingly beyond its means as half breed young filled her already too full womb, her hands clutching the smooth stone floor as her own fluids splashed between her plump thighs, her body shuddering with orgasmic fury, her massive breasts swelling with delicious milk, the skin seeming to grow hard as they too were flooded by mother natures’ and Epyons perverted will. Within moments Lovette was another gorgeous picture of sensuous gravidity, sexy curves and swells dominating her hugely pregnant beauty, glistening with wet from all the excitement and exertion. Cum still covering her face and dripping from her stuffed sex, her huge middle still expanding slowly, Lovette fell fast to sleep; Shaeri and Kellsa worked their plump, swollen bodies up to the newest female and somehow managed to lick the thick wads of seed from her soft, beautiful face, their own bellies quivering and swelling slightly as they impregnated themselves. Lethan simple licked her blood covered lips and closed her eyes, to fall fast into slumber and welcome Lovette to their sanctuary within the realm of dreams.

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She was beautiful, exotic beyond words and for the moment she was all hers. The lovely, long lived and powerful female looked on as the voluptuous dark haired, brown sugar eyed female dance and undulated before her, large heavy breasts swaying along with wide, feminine hips and full, round ass, her thick though muscled legs flexed with her every movement, the soft, smooth curve glistening slightly with sweat, Chari-Mharhi was one of the most wonderful sights the Enchantress had ever seen. The lovely dancer wore only a shear loin cloth that barely hide her shaven sex and jeweled bracelets adorned her wrists. Though the Enchantress herself was among the loveliest of creatures on this realm, a supine beauty in her own rite, long dark hair cascading down sleek feminine shoulders, just barely teasing the tops of two large ripe, flesh covered melons topped by large dark colored areola and thick nipples. Her face, smooth and youthful, flawless in grace and beauty, her eyes entrancingly dark as the name she bared, her lips full and succulent, curved up in an mesmerizing smile. What made her even more amazing to gaze upon was her lush, sensuous stated of pregnancy. If one were to just meet her one would guess she fully along with quadruplets, her nearly three foot dome of smooth, taunt flesh, the skin tight yet silken to the touch, her navel protruding out from the wonderful pressure from within, all of this adding to her own voluptuous beauty, her thighs sleek and strong, her body and picture of delicate curves and swells, glowing with life and an aura of sensuality and power radiating from wondrous figure.
The buxom half elven belly dancer moved with grace and rhythm for her two person crowd, man and woman lying comfortable on a bed of cushions. Sitting next too the lovely, enchanting spell caster was human male, clad in soft leather breeches and a loose fitting silk shirt that revealed a very well toned body, a large wide brimmed hat lying next to him along with a pair of diamond studded rapiers. He was handsome, a regal air cast from him, his hair was a soft cinnamon, neatly cut and a slender mustache just tipped his thin lips. The mans eyes were grey and glinted with life and intelligence and between the two angelic beauties before him he would have believed himself in some mythical fantasy that was meant for the heavens. Too those who knew him, he was Phillipe the Silver Tongue, and to those who did not, he was a seeker of adventure and a lover women.
Chari-Mharhi continued her erotic, seductive dance for the duo, feeling their arousal build up as her own grew within her, her inner thighs growing moist as she could see the Enchantress’ breath grow heavier and deeper, her hands slowly stroking the great mass of her belly, and a very noticeable bulge growing in Phillipes’ breeches. She smoothly, as if she had planned it from the start, slid between them and planted a deep, soulful kiss on the lips of the Enchantress, their lips fighting for room in eachothers mouths, her hand cupping and caressing the bulk of one of her milk laden breasts, teasing the taunt nipple as milk squirted from the full orb. Her other hand gently stroked the ever growing bulge in Phillipes’ trousers, the feel of him quivering at her touch fueling her lustful fire. Unable to remove her hand from the buxom Enchantress’ to her own garment she rubbed her swelling clit against the soft, silken tautness of the gorgeous females burgeoning belly; the Enchantress’ joyful moan muffled by the two females intense lip lock, the slickness of her pussy warm against the Enchantress’ hot flesh. Chari-Mharhi finally got her hand down Phillipes’ breeches and then it was her turn to gasp. He was huge, nearly a foot of hard cock rose from his pants and her hand worked to fell every inch, caressing and teasing the rigid muscle, squeezing the thick phallus with wonderment and desire. She had to taste it! Reluctantly she released her embrace with the pregnant beauty and bent downwards to ease the head of his huge member into her hot, wet mouth and as the swollen head pierced the dancers’ lips the both cooed with delight. She had never tasted something as good as his cock nor had she ever had a lover so well endowed. Phillipe though was just as impressed with her oral skills, and her shear beauty. Hungrily he wrapped his mouth over one of her massive mammeries, her nipple tender and erect as her lightly bit it, causing her to suck all the harder on his cocked. Chari-Mharhi would have cried out in utter bliss had her moth not been full of cock, as the Enchantress spread her shapely legs and buried her face into her silken sex, the pregnant druid ravishing the engorged and high sensitive nether lips with her own skilled tongue. The picture was an erotic masterpiece, the lovely dancer stretched across the bodies of the lush, ripeness of the pregnant Enchantress and the well muscled, devishly handsome rouge, her head bobbing up and down the full, thick stock of Phillipe, one hand cupping his full sack, her other holding his neck for balance while he sucked and kissed and licked the heavy breast smothering him, with her legs spread wide for the angelic druid who was working her mouth over Chari-Mharhis’ slick twat with unheard of skill, the belly dancer noticeably shivering with pleasure, a powerful orgasm already welling up within her being. The Enchantress worked her clit with a fury, her tongue circling over it, teasing it then driving deep into her pussy lips and then back to the clit, just keeping the gorgeous, voluptuous female on the brink of climax. The succulent half elf was breathing heavily, hardly able to continue her efforts on Phillipes’ thick manhood, the Enchantress controlling her with her skillful tongue. The dashing rouge, not to be undone or left out, slide free of Chari-Mharhis’ embrace and carefully eased the lovely druid onto her back, while the half elven dancer maneuvered to rest atop her face, the Enchantress licking and sucking voluptuous beauties pussy hungrily, her moans melodic and passionate. Phillipe the Silver Tongue quickly undress and then sat back for a moment, admiring the beauty before him, Chari-Mharhi grinding her wide, feminine hips over the lovely Enchantress’ face, cupping her full heavy breasts, licking and pinching her nipples between blissful coos and oh's while the Enchantress ate her tasty, honey sweet pussy like she would never again taste such pleasure while her own hands explored her ripe lush form, rubbing the tight, smoothes of her distended belly, her firm legs spread wide, her nether lips slick with her excitement and he just smiled. The Silver Tongue eased between her silken thighs, savoring the wonderful aroma of her sex before darting out his impressively long and duel pierced tongue. The Enchantress screamed out as the fire of her loins exploded at the mere brush of her clit, her great swell lifting from the cushions as she arched her strong, muscular back, her sudden orgasm blasting through her and right into Chari-Mharhi, her juices suddenly exploding from her pussy lips, her wonderful nectar pouring into the druids’ mouth. Phillipe held her quivering body tight, the balls of his duel piercings glinting with their magical enchantment, feeding off the pleasure of the females and then returning it to them two fold as the masterful rouge buried his tongue between her plump, quivering pussy lips. The Enchantress was in pure and utter ecstasy, waves of orgasmic fury coursing through her full swollen body, so intense was her pleasure that no sound could be heard from her cry of passion, her mouth agape, her gorgeous dark shut tight as she relished the Silver Tongued master at work, Chari-Mharhis’ pussy quivering still dripping into her open mouth. The panting, breathless dancer turned herself around on the pregnant beauties face, her sex still teasing the druids open mouth but now her glorious ripe form, her huge belly full of young and her milk swollen breasts were set before her hungry eyes and she quickly latched onto one of her massive utters, sucking deeply, drawing creaming, wonderful milk forth, the white liquid quickly filing her mouth. Again the lovely Enchantress moaned with orgasmic glee, her sweet wine splashing over Phillipes’ enchanted tongue, her breath hot and deep against the horny belly dancers’ cunt, her body shivering as if a huge cock were slamming into her slickness and with every breath she too was panting heavily, another wonderful orgasm welling within. Phillipe worked his mystical tongue over the Enchantress’ clit with deft skill, taunting and teasing it, then penetrating her quaking, tight nether lips, the duel piercings bouncing off her erect clit and sending waves upon heart pounding waves of pleasure throughout her round, curvaceous form. With her mind literally blind with lust and drunk with ecstasy the angel like druid pulls Chari-Mharhis’ juicy sex to her lips and within two or three strokes of her tongue the voluptuous half elf is lost in orgasm, nearly falling unconscious with the shear force of her climax, her head whipping about in a fury, her gorgeous young face twisted in the painful pleasure of the moment, her soft brown orbs rolling back as her body stiffens and quakes repeatedly before going limp, her large mammeries mashing softly against those of the Enchantress, her head rested comfortably upon the large, soft yet firm mountain of her belly, both lovelies breathless, shivering and dripping with sweat. Phillipe sat back, his cock hard and begging for release but he felt fully satisfied. Chari-Mharhi carefully eased herself off of the hugely pregnant Enchantress, whom herself managed to prop her heavily gravid form onto her elbows, her sleek, firm legs still spread, her sex wet and inviting. Her dark eyes were deep and feral with lust as she looked upon the rouges’ steed.
“Oh my, I do believe we have forgotten someone.”
Her voice was smooth and rich and with grace and wondrous agility she rolled to all fours, her great swell hanging low, her breast heavy with sweet nectar and then she stood before Phillipe, her titanic orb gently coaxing the rouge onto his back until he lie flat and his massive towering cock rose high above him. The Enchantress gave him a hungry grin and eased herself upon the thick stalk. Phillipe nearly came right then, her sex was hot, as if passion itself burned within her and yet it was comforting as if he belonged there, her nether lips nestling about his quivering member, and then her pregnant weight pushed him even deeper into her wondrous silken folds, his hands immediately cupping the smooth, taunt flesh of her baby filled womb, her gravid sphere tight and soft at the same time, forcing such thoughts of primal lust through him that the Enchantress came as she finally settled upon his glory, his cock literally swelling within her. The amazing man was so big and thick the Enchantress fear he may split her in two and she loved, the fullness of her swollen belly and pussy an all too powerful aphrodisiac to her. Slowly she began to rock her full hips back and forth on his waist, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, ripe sex; the Enchantress cooing with his every matching thrust and then moaning as Chari-Mharhi swept up behind her, the half elfs’ large orbs pressing warmly and softly against her back, small delicate hands cupping her full, weighty breasts, massaging and caressing them until the duel pleasures soon took form in another heart pounding orgasm. But the skilled dancer teased poor Phillipe as well, occasionally reaching down and tickling his swollen sack with a long nail or squeezing the all too full orbs. As good as he was, even Phillipe knew he was going to be done soon, the Enchantress’ sex more wonderful and soft and gripping than any he had ever had and the Enchantress knew it, slowly picking up her pace, her ripe mountain bouncing heavily off his chiseled chest, her huge orbs sloshing about in Chari-Mharhis’ small hands. It was a sight to behold. Leaning back, the Enchantress rested all her weight upon Phillipes’ massive cock, her grand belly a glowing sphere of rich, succulent beauty as her body rhythmically undulated and gyrated upon the quivering muscle, her hands interlocked with his and Chari-Mharhi balanced her from behind while she pawed and caressed her more than abundant boob flesh, warm and malleable within her tiny hands. The lovely Enchantress ground her wide, full hips, the muscles of her pussy squeezing and milking the swollen muscle thrusting ever deeper into her hot sex. The two moved like a burning piston, her legs flexed as she lifted herself against the powerful thrusts of the rogue, their bodies slick and slippery with passion, Phillipes’ breath short and labored as he desperately fought off his welling climax, trying to time with that of the Enchantress, who herself was ready to explode in an orgasmic fury. Feeling her lover in desperate need of release and she wanted so badly to feel the hot gush of his seed within her so with amazing control she contracted her nether lips around his all too sensitive and immediately sent him beyond his threshold of control. Together they cried out as Phillipe literally erupted within her wonderful womb, gouts upon gouts of jetting cum blasted into her depths as her own body quivered and shook as she came with the sudden sensation of hot jism flooding her silken sex. Chari-Mharhi squealed in delight, plunging her fingers into her own pussy and cumming almost instantly, the aura of sexual delight literally overwhelming the room. All three collapsed, exhaustion finally overcoming the three lovers and both Phillipe and Chari-Mharhi cuddled up within eachothers arms though the Enchantress was fully recovered and lounging outside her deceptively small appearing cottage, within the warm waters of a small pond in the center of a miraculous glade, lush and full of life, flowers and fruits bursting with energy and beauty, thick vines of grapes and berries framing her homey “little” cottage, wild flowers and strong full trees creating a natural canvass over the wondrous glade and all of this was held within the depths of the Emberza Wood, which itself was surrounded by the Enchanted Forest, owned and protected by the fierce and deadly Mane, the Wilder King and Planet Lord of all Animals. Yet he allowed her to remain in her wood, and protected her almost like an older brother for she was a natural creature of the wood and all creatures, save a mere few, were his domain and under his protection. She thought very highly and fondly of her surrogate brother as the waters around her began slowly to ripple about her lush form.
The Enchantress had many protections of her own, besides that of her wilder companions and closing her eyes as she drew forth the power of the earth and wood, the water swirled about the center of the pond and then curled up as a giant serpent wood and then slowly took shape, forming into a huge mirror, dreamy cupids and wisps of watery clouds framed the liquidy mirror and within it the lovely, sexy image of Xheena appeared. Even as her image took shape the Enchantress smiled, for rare was an attack on the lovely druid for as wide spread and well known as she was; few knew where the beautiful and powerful female dwelled. As she opened her eyes, glowing white with power, she greeted the message from her long time friend, whose eyes were fixed on the two ghostly Kodiak bears standing tall and proud behind the Enchantress. The druid smiled all the wider as from the woods behind the watery message the longest, blackest serpent that she could image slithered from the shadows, the light around the beast darkening it was so black. The nearly eighty foot long serpent curled smoothly, effortlessly around the trunks of one of the many trees and almost seemed to disappear. The Enchantress knew her guardian would never be too far, even if his own borders where under attack. The Wilder King had come, and he brought friends with him. Behind Mane came two very hard and powerful looking creatures, one a magnificent black panther, standing almost six feet at the shoulder, the other a black tiger, massive and regal, almost seven feet in height, both were not natives to the wood but they were under the Wilder Kings protection and service and a huge roc; a massive golden eagle, swept over the opening of the glade. None of this did Xheena see but if she had even the Lady of Dreams would imagine it to be a nightmare.
“Enchantress, I have something I must ask of you…and the Wilder King, if you will allow it. My brother Epyon is making a move to overtake the Throne of the Immortals and he has come up with an ingenious way to do it. He has taken our sister Lethan and our cousin Trinity and there nymphs, and now he controls their powers…almost. He still needs the sir nymph Serenity and the location of the Thirteen Immortals, so I fear he seeks out Lady Sabrina for all secrets are bestowed upon her. There is hope though, a small band, led by a young half elven female and my brother Quintex is out to seek the Immortal of Freedom. Once found this immortal can release both Trinity and Lethan from my brothers grasp and possibly even him from those bonds that have held him in darkness for so long. Anyway, I believe they are making their way to you through the Underdark and with them,” and the winged immortal glanced about, as if making sure no other ears or eyes were watching and once sure she continued, “and with them is Serenity. Some travel with them that may need to stay with you for they are full with child, among them Lady Kira Amberwing. They would only be in danger for the group travels to face Crimson and break the alliance with him and my brother. There is other news but that is a matter I must take care of from here,” as she spoke, the Enchantress sat back, taking in all the information pouring from Xheenas’ lips, worry and hope and amazement tumbling about in her mind as she processed it all, “but they are coming and I would ask that you aid them as best you can. Oh and Master Sebron travels with them as well,” a smile grew on both females faces. The ghostly creatures soon returned to their ethereal plane and the small host that came with the Wilder King also departed though Mane himself stayed, listening in on the news of the outside.
“Xheena, you have dropped a large bit of information for me to absorb but if Lord Sebron is with them, and Lady Amberwing, them this is a great undertaking and I will aid them all I can. They are welcome in the Emberza Wood.”
Then she looked to where she last saw Mane but even before she moved she felt the smooth scales slide over her ever sensitive flesh, wrapping around her lovely, taunt swell of belly, teasing the flesh of her enormous milk filled breasts, the nipples instantly hardening and then the huge serpentine head, the cobra like face looking directly at Xheena who had stepped back for the great creature had appeared almost from nowhere. The massive head nodded once and then the Wilder King began to return to his own duties for the Gravidian witches were attacking his lands, but before he left Xheena spoke again.
“Thank you Mane and I have heard rumor that your older brother has returned and seeks his throne.”
The great serpent turned once and both Xheena and the Enchantress would have sworn he was smiling and then the eighty foot long cobra king was gone.
“They will be welcomed, but I must go and prepare. Farewell and take care friend!”
The image of Xheena smiled and the mirror splashed into the waters of the pond. The Enchantress made her way back into her cottage, water dripping from her ripe femininity, pearls of wet rolling down the curves of her full breasts and huge, swollen belly, the tight smooth flesh glistening in the light of the sun that beamed throughout her home. She began casting, adding food and drink in stores and preparing birthing rooms if any of the mothers to be happened to be full term. As her spell worked, she went to go visit her two guests, for maybe Phillipe would like to join the band of heroes. She heard a light rustling from within the room and smiled at the sight before her; the lovely belly dancer with her face buried in a pillow and her big beautiful ass high up as the Silver Tongue had his huge cock plunged deep into her slopping pussy. Instantly the Enchantress was wet, her condition causing her to be hungry for sex almost constantly, or maybe because a daemon control both the powers of lust and pregnancy, either way she quickly made her way to join them, her lips pressing fully against Phillipes’. She would ask him…after they played.

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Lilith purred as she floated among the plethora of hugely swollen beauties, rows upon rows of massively pregnant females of all races, their monstrous bellies, taunt and round, greatly distended spheres of undulating life, bloated and fattened until they looked ready to burst from the shear gravidity of their pregnancies. There must have been hundreds of females within the chamber, chained to the walls, their great spherical bellies hanging low with weight and size between thick, full thighs and full, plump asses; with breasts the size of giant melons resting atop the mammoth orbs, tight with the increasing pressure as delicious sustenance continued to pour in, for their bodies…their bellies, still grew, the vile lives within still maturing with every passing day. Lilith, the Gravidian High Mother licked her lips as she passed through the great chamber of Breeders, the host delivered by Raze and Thara some many weeks ago. She stroked her own gargantuan belly, grown to nearly twelve feet of taunt, pregnant splendor, her twin-mountains of breast, full with milk trickled with the white stuff, her hips wide and volumous as she approached the rear of the herd and then smiled. At the end of the isle stood a gorgeous creature, a long flowing mane of red, streaked with gold framed the smooth bronzed skin of a truly breathtaking face; deep soulful eyes of amber, draped in long red lashes, a thin delicate nose, lips full and thick, the color of the sunset set on a oval shaped face, rounded and soft due to her condition. As Liliths’ eyes followed the picture of unmatched beauty which was hard in the room they stood in, her gaze fell upon two titanic breasts, milk over flowing from the thick dark nipples which jutted out stiffly from large brown areole. So swollen were her utters that the veins could be seen through the too stretched flesh and yet as big as they were, the two mountains compared little to the females unimaginably swollen belly, tight and taunt flesh stretched smoothly over the globular sphere that teased the ground her womb was so gigantic and yet behind her, on her horse half, her second tummy hung low and spread slightly as it too was stretched beyond words, the young within her furred half kicking her ever so often, forcing a coo or moan from their mother, her animal legs thick and strong, trying to keep standing, her reddish brown coat shinny with life and surprisingly clean for her dilemma. The centaur princess was drunk from Epyons’ continual bombardment and was hardly concentrating on the monstrously gravid female witch before her, until she felt the sharp; painfully pleasurable nails of Lilith stroke her taunt, ever sensitive pregnancy. She looked upon her sexy, gigantically pregnant visitor in her lustful haze and smiled, trying desperately to stroke her grand sphere as well, but he hands were chained tightly to the wall, her strong arms flexed, pulling the metal taunt, the groan from the chains resounding between the moans and gasps of the chambers splendid beauties. The Gravidian moved to stand next to the frighteningly swollen Centaur, one hand caressing the unbelievable gravidity as the other rub her own belly jealously as she leaned forward and gave the female a deep, hungry kiss. The lip lock lasted for many moments, neither female really wanting to end the pleasurable experience until at last Lilith spoke, her voice breathless and wickedly sweet.
“Grow big and fat my dear Princess Brandah’lea, for in your vast swelling belly you hold the young of Witchhazel and our newest prince will have many, many more for you to bear, before you are to deliver.”
As she spoke, her hand cupped and teased one of Branda’leas’ monstrous tits, the pleasure so great and sudden that the half horse half human came instantly, white cream shooting from her animal pussy. Lilith chuckled evilly and engaged her in a passionate kiss again, thoughts of seeing the centaur burst with life exciting her perverted mind.