Chapter 74: 74. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 1 (R-18)

74. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 1 (R-18)

I lead Dura by the hand into Gabby’s hut. Honestly, for all the work it was getting the Ogress to agree to this, I thought it’d be harder. She isn’t the type I can so easily push down and demand her to become my woman. I actually had to defeat her in combat twice to earn her respect… and then demonstrate my skills in bed… and then sweet talk her…

Fuck, I’m glad most of my monster girlfriends weren’t this difficult to tame!

As I walk inside and Dura kneels to fit through the door, I do a mental count. Gabby, Suka, Cottontail, Flou, Olindia, Gale, Megan, Spindle, Lucinia, Dura, and myself. Shit, how are eleven people going to fit in this tiny-ass hut?!? Where’re we going to sleep?

Wait, wasn’t the hut smaller?

Indeed, the first thing I notice is that the far wall isn’t where it’s supposed to be. (Also, it’s covered in cobwebs.) This isn’t a trick of perspective or space-warping magic. I can see broken boards and crap. What I think happened is, that while I was ‘distracted’ outside, Spindle anticipated this issue and did some ‘remodeling.’ I just couldn’t see it from the angle of Gale’s new nest and didn’t hear anything over my lovers’ cries of ecstasy.

Speaking of…

“G-Gale~! Kyahn!” Megan is tied up in an elegant silken Shibari and hanging suspended from the ceiling like an ancient human pinata. She happens to be at perfect mouth-height for a certain love-struck Harpy girl.

“Nom, nom!” Gale is menacing her little lover with playful nibbles to all sorts of exciting areas, experimenting to see what sounds each location elicits. Biting the mouse girl’s ears results in a piercing, delighted squeak. Chomping on her paramour’s waist gives everyone an earful of laughing screams. Taking Megan’s throat in her jaws brings forth a husky moan. Gale’s mouth drifts to lewder places to play us a sensual melody of contented sighs, pleading whimpers, and joyful shrieks this evening.

Megan is wearing one of Flou’s bodies as sexy harem-slave blood ruby lingerie, the red crystal adornments glittering in the dim light like burning embers, with the Slime core as a jewel at her throat. The way her decorative gemstones throw dazzling refractions of the candles across the room makes her into a living chandelier.

“Mmm mmmph!”

Next, I see Suka similarly restrained, except her silk appears to be Dark Magic constructs like the net that caught Aello. This includes a purple-glowing black ball gag with three breathing holes that force Suka’s mouth gaping wide as drool pours from the corner of her lips down her chin and throat. Her hands are tied together above her head, lifting her slender breasts for everyone to see the subtle bite marks thereupon. She throws her head back and howls into the gag as Spindle pinches her stiff nipples with a pair of hands.

The spider girl has her face buried in Suka’s snatch but meets my gaze with her six glowing amethyst forehead eyes. She lifts her grinning head momentarily to sink hypodermic fangs into the Cinderwolf girl’s crotch.

Suka arches her spine, mouth stretching to the limit to scream past the gag, “Kyaaahn!”

If there’s any doubt whether the bites are causing pain or pleasure, Suka’s furry tail starts violently wagging behind her pert ass. Then the wolf girl crosses her legs behind Spindle’s head as she desperately humps her tormentor and repeatedly shoves her cunt against the spider’s tongue. The Wicked Webling must be giving Suka the same sensation-enhancing venom I loved so much I asked Spindle to share the experience with all my girls. What a loyal spider girl!

The Weaver’s body lays sprawled out on the webbing with a half-twist at the midsection, revealing another of my girls. It’s Cottontail, wearing another of Flou’s bodies as crystal-blood lingerie and a pair of fuzzy vanity breasts. She’s absolutely gorgeous covered in ruby jewelry, and she just seems more comfortable in her skin when she has Flou as a B-cup rack. I’ll have to talk to them at some point, but I don’t think Flou will object to leaving one member of her Swarm collective as Cottontail’s personal bodyguard and clothing on a semi-permanent basis in the future.

Spindle has the bunny girl locked in some esoteric version of a 69 position with Cottontail’s ass gripped with her nether pedipalps as well as several arachnid legs locking her partner in place. The spider girl’s second pair of hands guide Cottontail’s peewee pecker into her velvet tunnel, then grip the bunny’s buns with her left hand while plunging several righthand digits into the eager ass-pussy between said cheeks.

On the other end of Spindle’s abdomen, Cottontail has the spider girl’s everted purple phallus in her mouth. The bunny girl is diligently bobbing her head on the Profane implement like she’s starving for seed. I’m especially proud of the way Cottontail deepthroats the rather large ovipositor. The way she pounds the spider-pussy she’s balls-deep in like a rabbit in heat comes naturally. I watch the rapid movements of the white powderpuff topping the bunny’s ‘cake’ with glee.

““Mmm, mm-mmph!””

Both Spindle and Cottontail hum and moan contentedly with their mouths full of their fellow wives’ genitals. The spider girl fondles and squeezes the bunny’s balls once again, followed shortly by Cottontail creampieing Spindle’s cunny before continuing to churn the baby batter into a thick froth with her Bunny Stamina. This encourages Spindle to double down on Suka’s canine pussy with renewed vigor. The three of them seem pleased as punch to be here.

“Awooo!!!” Suka howls through her gag as she cums on Spindle’s tongue.

At the same time, I see Olindia has removed her oversized dress, wearing only her jellyfish bell hat, revealing her semi-translucent and eminently squeezable pink flesh. I can’t help taking a second to appreciate her shapely rump, curvy body, plump mons, and melon-sized tits. Long tentacles growing from her back probe throughout the hut while searching for prey. Her downturned eyes, usually mellow and lackadaisical, are filled to the brim with manic energy.

Arms crossed with determination, she announces, “Mouth, butt, or vag, if you don’t want a tentacle in your hole, get something else in there! Tongue, dick, or toy, I don’t care, but if it ain’t already stuffed, that’s getting corrected! Every hole’s a goal!”

Pink slime pseudopods creep around the room until they find a vacancy to fill. Olindia grabs Lucinia and drags the Siren into her lap. Her translucent hands latch onto the bird’s double D’s and refuse to let go. While groping her new pet’s ample chest, her tentacles shove themselves into Lucinia’s cloaca, eliciting surprised squawks. Another thick, pink tendril plunges into the Siren’s open mouth, causing the bird girl to gag with watery eyes. The slimy tendrils begin moving with vigor, not giving her victim a chance to voice protest.

I do take note Lucinia’s relatively minor wounds have been poulticed and bandaged. Looks like Gabby cleared her for fun times.

Olindia’s friendly limbs locate Gale’s ass and pussy, causing the excitable Harpy to go wild on Megan’s privates while a third tentacle stuffs the mouse’s mouth. Another firm jelly tendril finds Suka’s tender backdoor, causing the Cinderwolf’s howling to enter a higher state of keening bliss. A pink pseudopod politely prods Spindle’s fingers in Cottontail’s behind. The spider girl graciously withdraws, placing both hands on the bunny’s buns and spreading them wide to welcome the new intruder.

“Mm-mm-mm-mmm!!!” Cottontail hums around Spindle’s big rod and wiggles her bum as her stomach deforms with foot after foot of exploratory tentacle. The spider girl takes the bunny’s rump into her hands, pounding her own pussy hard and fast with Cottontail’s erect clitty.

“Nice place Gabby got here,” Dura comments while observing the wild orgy.

“We’re remodeling,” I quip, pointing at the broken boards sticking out of the new room’s webbing walls. Dura chuckles, and I continue surveying the scene. I sigh with joy at the music in my ears. “It’s not just a house anymore. It feels like home.”

Gabby’s old worktables laden with miscellaneous tools, dried herbs, and strange experiments no longer seem so lonely with the hut this crowded. And there’s the original occupant by the little fireplace preparing dinner and watching the festivities. My Goblin wife has already stripped naked despite putting the finishing touches on dinner. She’s sitting on Flou’s third body taking the shape of a fuzzy cushion that may or may not be subtly licking the lady’s slit while she works. Then I notice…

“W-what happened to your cock, Gabby?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat as I fret over the potential loss of her Twisted treasure. Indeed, where once a proud wooden mast stood on her crotch, there now remains only the stump grafted onto her mons pubis.

The Goblin girl follows my gaze to her nethers with a frown as she realizes my distress. She reaches for something propped against the wall and holds up her severed Apprentice Rod for me to see. “I needed it for the battle. It’s inefficient using hip thrusts to cast spells in the heat of combat.”

That may well be, “B-but… but… hngh.” I can’t help letting my disappointment leak out.

Gabby sees my expression and smirks. “You liked it that much, huh? Well, I’ve got great news.” She waves the tip of her Rod over her crotch, weaving tendrils of green aura around the stump until it begins to grow. In seconds, she has a replacement cock equal to the first. The stone-cold Goblin girl proceeds to snap this phallus off at the base as well.

She brandishes both phalluses at me, dual-wielding dicks. “I memorized the Pitcher Treefolk’s Plant Growth magic, remember? I can use it to regrow them from the graft. What’s more,” she licks the severed rod from base to tip and shivers as it throbs in her grip, “They stay connected to me and I feel what they feel. Can’t do more than three at once, though.”

My Goblin bride waves her Rod again and a third twisted wooden member sprouts from her loins. All three of my Slime Multitasking focuses go into overdrive working out the arithmetic of having a wife with three cocks.

“Heh, heh, heh.” A perverted giggle escapes my lips and I wipe a line of drool from the corner of my mouth.

“More importantly, Alex, the roast is finally finished.” Gabby puts her dicks away, dons protective mitts to remove the food from the hot coals, and serves me dinner.