Arabian Days

Arabian Days

"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"

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Hello, my faithful readers! It is I, Squish, with a new story! If you like what you read, consider supporting me on my patreon!
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
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“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.



A single, unassuming figure broke away from the marketplace, a dull, patched brown cloak concealing every feature, the hood pulled low enough to cast its face in deep shadow. The figure stepped quickly over the hot earth, keeping to the shadows where possible as it made its way off the main road to quieter streets. Finding itself on an empty street, the figure paused. The low hood turned this way and that to make sure it was truly alone. Seeming satisfied, the cloak parted, revealing the form beneath. A lithe, feminine body, completely bare, with soft tan skin, flawless but for a handful of scars. Her figure was petite, with smooth curves, her tiny waist making her hips and breasts seem larger. Her breasts stood proud, jiggling softly as she breathed, each the size of a ripe peach and capped with a dark, perfectly suckable nipple. The sensitive buds were hard as pebbles, the golden rings piercing each peak glimmering in the sun. Her hips were moderately generous, wide enough to support a tight, spankable ass, and marked with a tattoo, a silvery heart with an arrow below it, directing one’s gaze south. Following the cue, one’s eyes fell upon her smooth-shaven slit, her lips glistening with wetness, the shimmering juices paining her inner thighs with her arousal.

Her hands emerged from the cloak, one going up to push the hood back and reveal her face, the other squeezing tight around the neck of a stoppered jug of date wine. Iris was a lovely figure, with alluring features framed by wavy black hair, trimmed high enough to keep it off her shoulders. Her emerald eyes stared to the jug for a long moment, an expert application of eyeshadow making the catlike orbs pop, but could not conceal the long, straight scar that split one eyebrow and skipped down to continue its path down to her cheekbone. Her plush, red-painted lips slowly curled into a wicked smile, and she let out a sigh of relief, falling back to lean against the side of an adjacent building, her naked form entirely exposed. This was so wrong, so dangerous. If she’d been caught… Her heart raced with the possibilities her mind generated. Normally, they cut off a thief’s hand, but they would give her a special punishment when they saw she was naked. The guards would drag her to some filthy alley, overpower her, pin her down as they pulled out their big, fat, filthy cocks. She’d struggle, but they would be too strong and too many for her to fight. They’d stuff their nasty cocks into her mouth, her pussy, even her ass, they’d use her, one after another, taking turns for hours as they used her slutty body like a piece of meat, and she’d cum over and over and over until she passed out...

Iris’ body locked up when she felt a touch on her dripping, sensitive slit, and glanced down, only to realize it was her own wandering digits. She bit her lip as one slender finger slid up and down her wet lips, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She desperately wanted to curl her finger and fuck herself silly on the empty street until someone heard her cries and gave her the deep orgasm she so desperately craved. But she pushed herself off the wall, and let the colak fall closed, the rough material rasping over her hard nipples as it moved, sending another spark to her needy pussy. She raised her hand to pull the hood down, pausing momentarily to lick the sweet juices off her middle finger before it returned to the depths of her cloak. She was on a job, if she didn’t come back soon she’d get punished. All she had to do was make it to the Red Phoenix without getting caught, drop off the bottle and duck into her room to put her favorite toys to work. she’d be able to savor the rush when she got back, to dwell on her fantasies and desires until she got her release. Just a couple more streets, and then she could cum.

It seemed to be the longest walk of a few streets she’d ever experienced. Her pussy ached and throbbed with every step, every gust made the fabric tease her needy nipples, every gaze that fell on her made her heart skip a beat as she wondered if she’d been found out. But eventually, she saw the sign, the painted wooden panel swinging softly as it hung in front of the building. Her steps quickened, and as she reached it she darted inside. Wordlessly she ducked past the front, dropping off the bottle smoothly. She didn’t want to catch anyone’s eyes as she made her way toward her room, a delay now would be maddening. It seemed like a normal day, the familiar sounds of sex in the air, even in the middle of the day. But something bugged her as she moved toward her room. A half-step from the curtain that separated her room from the rest of the building, it clicked. Where were all the girls?

She cursed inwardly as she glanced around again. The place was empty. No girls, no customers… even the guards were gone. But she could hear someone having sex… she struggled internally for a long moment, curiosity and impatience warring in her mind. It seemed curiosity won out, when she found herself following the sounds of sex, hesitantly creeping through the whorehouse, eyes peeled for signs of danger. The gasps and moans grew louder and more frequent as she grew closer to the VIP room, soon she was able to make out the smacking of flesh on flesh, and the deep, forceful grunts of a mysterious male. Her eyes widened when she saw all six guards laid out in a half-circle around the entrance to the room, each knocked out cold where they lay. She swallowed nervously, but found herself drawn to the room, creeping up along the wall to peer around the doorframe just as a throaty scream of lust rang out.

The scene was chaos, a sort of sexual carnage, the aftermath of a lusty rampage of epic proportion. Familiar female forms were strewn around the room, bodies limp as they were draped over every surface, tables, chairs, pillows, there were even a few places where the girls had been stacked atop or across one-another. Most seemed unconscious, others were barely hanging on, moaning a writhing weakly. Each body was drenched in cum, gallons of seed painted over their bodies, and more doubtlessly hidden away, judging by the way each girl’s belly bulged, slow rivers of spunk flowing out of their well-fucked pussies. Those still able to move seemed perfectly happy with the situation, their hands roaming their bodies slowly, sliding through pools of hot seed as they brought fingerfuls of creamy cum to their lips or stirred the messy flow pouring out of their abused slits. The fucked-out whores all wore the same expression of gleeful, unrelenting bliss, and each wore a collar. A thin strap of black leather, bound tight around the girl’s neck and fastened with a silver buckle. At each girl’s throat there was a silver plate, engraved with florid black lettering, and beneath the plate dangled a tiny charm, a silver hammer. All this in just a few hours...

In the middle of it all, a single man kneeled, an island in a sea of lust. He was a powerful figure, even on his knees, and likely would have stood six feet if he was on his feet. His skin was pale, clearly marking him as a foreigner. His body was athletic, toned and sculpted with firm, rippling muscles, his tight ass pumping as he drove his hips forward over and over again, a pair of small paw print tattoos on his ass drawing lines in the air as he pumped. The angle was such that she couldn’t see much of what was going on, just his broad back and a curtain of mid-length black hair that shrouded his features as he looked down. Before him kneeled some amber-skinned slut, her own long, wavy hair hanging around her face as he pounded into her with immense force, her tits swinging beneath her as she moaned and cried with the force of his thrusts. Suddenly the stranger reached forward, one hand going to her head to seize a rough handful of her hair and give a forceful yank, pulling her head up as her mouth hung open, crying out with renewed passion as he drove into her with extra force. Iris’ eyes widened momentarily and she gasped as she realized who it was. Dahlia, the cold, emotionless bitch-queen of the Red Phoenix, was moaning a screaming like a whore, her normally dour features twisted into a mindless expression of pleasure, her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolled skyward. She was getting fucked like a slut, and seemed to be loving every second.

She managed to catch the stranger’s attention with her gasp, and he casually glanced back over one shoulder to face her. He was incredibly handsome, with a strong jaw and a face like a model’s. As his chestnut-brown eyes fell on her, his lips curled into a warm, casual grin, his perfect teeth almost gleaming. He never stopped moving his hips, not even for a second, relentlessly pounding into Dahlia’s well-fucked slit as she moaned, not even noticing his attention had shifted. Iris looking into his eyes for a long moment, and felt her tension melting away. He didn’t seem dangerous, at least, not in the conventional sense. Something about him just drew her in. She realized she’d dropped her cloak, leaving herself totally naked before his eyes, when she slid around the doorframe to lean against the inner side, crossing her arms under her chest, looking more composed than she felt.

“Hey there.” The stranger greeted, still grinning playfully. His eyes briefly left hers, blatantly scanning her figure with his gaze as she stood there, confidently exploring her curves before making their way back up to her face, still grinning. He was a cocky one, it seemed.

Iris arched an eyebrow, her own eyes carefully surveying him. “Hey, yourself.” She replied, with a soft purr in her voice. She slid off the doorframe and strode through the littered bodies of the limp, fucked-out whores, carefully avoiding stepping on anyone she knew. Well… anyone who didn’t deserve it, at least. She moved to circle him, keeping her distance as her eyes roamed him from each new angle. As she came around to face him directly, she found her eyes draw to his torso. His muscles in the front were just as impressive as his back, with a rippling set of eight-pack abs and powerful pecs, but what really caught her eye was the art. Starting just above his belly-button, black lines traced their way up, drawing the outline of a weapon’s handle, a massive hammer’s head sprouting from the handle and spreading across his pecs. The shape was broken by a thin line of silver chain, the gleaming strand connected at each end to tiny rings piercing his nipples. The way the chain softly swung, the way his abs rippled with each mighty thrust… it was almost hypnotic.

Suddenly, she realized she was staring, and tore her eyes off, glancing around the room for a moment as though she meant to. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” She commented, somewhat dryly, still keeping her distance from the stranger as her eyes returned to his. In the middle of the room now, she couldn’t help but note the smell of the gallons of cum painting almost every female form in the room. It was overpowering, but somehow, not unpleasant.

The powerful stranger chuckled and shook his head. He almost seemed not to notice he was in the middle of hammering Dahlia’s pussy. He was like some sort of tireless machine. “Glad you like it.” He replied, smiling. There was a pause, the only sound being the rhythmic smacking of flesh on flesh and the weak whimpers of Dahlia below. Suddenly he blinked, and seemed to realize something. “Ah, how rude of me! I never introduced myself. I’m Tatsu.” He explained, gesturing to himself, then waved a hand around the room to the passed-out whores littering it. “And these girls have just joined my harem.” He explained.

Iris arched her split eyebrow at that, somewhat surprised. “Iris.” she replied, giving her name almost automatically. His story seemed difficult to believe. He was a hunk, and he certainly seemed to have plenty of staying power, but the entire whorehouse joining one man’s harem? In just a few hours? It seemed unlikely… But then Dahlia gave a fresh cry of mindless lust, and Iris found her gaze drawn to the suddenly shameless ice queen, taking in her expression as her tongue rolled out and her eyes rolled skyward. She bit her lower lip slightly. If he was good enough to do that to Dahlia… Her eyes flicked up to Tatsu, her desire clearly illustrated by the hunger smoldering in them. She wanted a taste of that pleasures, and she didn’t care if he knew. “Harem, huh? I don’t suppose you’ve got room for one more?” She purred coyly.

Tatsu gave her a grin, flashing his perfect teeth in her direction once more, giving his hips a sharp, forceful thrust into Dahlia, making her scream once again. “But of course.” He replied, casually hammering at Dahlia, abs rippling hypnotically. “I would never refuse such a tempting offer from a beautiful desert rose.” He commented with a smirk, then suddenly grunted, face tightening slightly. “Sorry, I’m just about to finish with your friend here…” He explained, his composure cracking slightly as he tightened his grip on her hair and turned his attention to his conquest, redoubling his brutal pace.

Iris would have corrected his ‘friend’ comment, but she was silenced as Dahlia began to howl with pleasure, her body wracked with wild spasms as she came hard on the foreigner’s cock. Iris chewed her lower lip. She’d never seen Dahlia cum before, the dusky-skinned seductress was always collected, sultry and calm, no matter what happened. Seeing the ice queen thawed out made her womb clench tight with desire. She crouched down, looking down to the broken whore with an unfamiliar mixture of disdain and envy. “Well, miss bitch queen? How’s it feel?” She demanded.

Dahlia’s eyes barely seemed to register Iris’ presence, let alone her identity, but the words were pouring from her mouth freely in a moment, unfiltered by any shame or resistance. “BEST! Best fuck EVER! Best fucking COCK ever! Long, fat, hard, always hard! It fucked all of them! It BROKE all of them! It broke ME! Fuck, so DEEEP! Made me cum! Made me cum and cum and cum and CUM! CUMMING! CAN’T STOP CUUUUMMIIIIING!” She wailed, barely coherent, barely conscious as yet another orgasm ripped through her body, any further words lost into a high squeal as her pleasure peaked yet again, eyes rolling further up, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat once more.

Iris’s slit was dripping at the sight of the cold, emotionless Dahlia, and likely every other whore in the Phoenix, reduced to a multi-orgasmic slut by the stranger’s skill. Her fingers roamed down her tight stomach, almost unconsciously, until they encountered her aching, needy pussy. She was horny when she arrived, and with this before her, she found she couldn’t keep her need contained. Her fingers curled as she slipped to her knees, parting the petals of her tender slit and eagerly beginning to tease her lips, sending shivering jolts of pleasure racing through her body like lightning bolts. They began to thrust in time with the rhythmic slaps of his hips on hers, a pale imitation of the impossible fuck Dahlia was enjoying.

Suddenly, Tatsu’s head rolled back, and a long, deep groan rolled out from his chest, his bac arching as he rolled his hips forward hard. Iris’ eyes widened. Was he-? the question was immediately answered as Dahlia suddenly fell from her hands, her ass thrust high in the air as she moaned with a deep, primal satisfaction, the hand in her hair the only thing keeping her face off the floor as she arched her entire body with pleasure. In the momentary lapses in their combined moans and groans, Iris could hear the soft sound of a rushing river as oceans of seed rushed to fill the whore’s womb with thick, potent cream. The two were still for what seemed to be an eternity, bodies arched against one another like a lewd sculpture, only their ragged, gasping moans and spasms pleasure revealing their true nature as living creatures.

Finally, Tatsu’s head rolled forward once again, a satisfied smirk on his features. Still keeping his conquest aloft by his handhold in her hair, his free hand reached down, delving into a bag Iris hadn’t noticed before. When it emerged, he held a black strip of leather, a collar exactly like the ones worn by the other girls. A long, slim strip of black leather, with a silver buckle, a blank silver plate, and silver hammer charm dangling just beneath the plate. He shifted his grip and touched the strip to the back of her neck limply. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, chestnut obs flashing a brilliant, glowing sapphire, bright enough to shine off the glistening sweat on Dahlia’s back. The black strip came to life, coiling around her neck and buckling itself in place, the little plate and charm positioning themselves directly in front of her throat. As Iris watched, black lines etched themselves into the material, engravings that formed into letters before her eyes. “Dahlia” was written in large letters of flowing script, and below it, in smaller letters, formed a longer message, “Property of Tatsu”. As his eyes returned to normal, he smiled, and slowly let the whimpering, trembling, freshly-claimed whore relax, lowering her gently to the floor before releasing his grip, her ass still propped high in the air, pressed tight against his hips, his shaft buried to the hilt inside her.

Iris’s fingers were not enough. She needed to feel him, and now. She shuffled on her knees to the side of their encounter, eager to see him pull out from her. “Come on, big guy, show me what you got.” She purred hungrily. He smirked, like he knew something she didn’t. She almost wondered what, but at that instant she caught sight of Dahlia’s silhouette. The ice queen’s figure was a rival to her own, though she had a slightly wider hips and about a cup size on Iris. This morning, she’d been just fine. But at the moment, she looked six months pregnant. Her stomach was stretched, almost cartoonishly, by the sheer volume of thick, creamy cum Tatsu had pumped into her. Even more impressive, there was some sort of bulge, the gravid sphere of her womb deformed around a thick knob, pushing its way up until it almost reached between her breasts. Iris couldn’t imagine what could do such a thing until she saw it suddenly twitch, and the realization hit her. His cock. He was so deep into her, he could have gotten a titfuck without pulling out.

She stared for a long moment, eyes boggling at the sight before her. She needed a moment to process what she was seeing, and maybe another moment to understand why the vision before her made her womb tighten with need. But Tatsu didn’t seem willing to wait. He began to move, pulling away from Dahlia, and her eyes were drawn to the movement. The first thing she noticed were his balls. Massive, heavy spheres hung low beneath his shaft, each monstrous nut as big around as a watermelon, she could practically hear them sloshing with gallons of creamy cum as they reloaded after the deluge poured into Dahlia. As he pulled back, She marveled at the girth of his titanic cock as it slid into view. It was as big around as her head, each and every inch revealed marbled with thick, bulging, pulsing veins, struggling to feed his godly rod with the blood it needed. He pulled a full foot of cock from Dahlia’s well-fucked slit. Then he pulled out another. He had to stand to get enough room to pull the last foot free, the head slipping from her with a pop. Dahlia’s slit gaped open without his monster plugging it, twitching itself closed bit by bit. Iris’s eyes widened as she looked deep into the abused slit, and fell upon the sight of her womb spasming open and closed, each opening releasing a flood of thick, pearly, creamy cum that soon overflowed her pussy and flowed out in a waterfall of seed. A yard of cock jutted proudly from Tatsu’s hips, throbbing with arousal, no fewer than eighteen gleaming silver barbell piercings lining the underside of his cum-cannon. It was bigger than her leg in both length and girth, and with those piercings... It seemed impossible. It seemed like it should have killed Dahlia. And all she could do was kneel and stare, jaw slack in awe, eyes wide with fear, womb gripping with desperate, aching need.

She stared for a long moment. Then found her gaze drawn to Dahlia’s slowly-closing slit. If she went through with this… she’d never be the same again. Fear warred with desire, her mind paralyzed with indecision. As though seeking guidance, her gaze once more returned to the impossibly huge shaft looming over Dahlia. She found her answer. Silently she slid forward on her knees, moving toward that irresistible cock, until the monstrous shaft eclipsed the light from the chandelier above, completely covering her face in shadow. Her tongue slipped out as she came close, and she let out an involuntary moan as she first tasted the rich, salty-sweet flavor of the potent cream smeared over the length of his cock. starting at the root, her slithering tongue roamed its way up the bulging cum-tube running the length of his shaft, zig-zagging to flick the silver knobs of each piercing in turn. Her long journey only paused a handful of times, pausing to swallow a dollop of seed her tongue encountered, or when her delicate hands hand to reach up to pull the tip down into reach. As her tongue flicked the flare of his head, she was moaning constantly. She set aside nearly a minute to the sole purpose of hungrily, eagerly tongue-polishing the smooth, swollen knob of his impossible cock.

When she finally pulled away, she looked up past it, grinning to Tatsu. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want every fucking inch of your cock inside me. II don’t care if I can never feel any other cock inside me again. I don’t care if you make me into your personal cock-sleeve. I need this giant cock inside me. I want you to DESTROY me with this fucking monster.” She told him, plainly, pausing to flick her tongue over his cockhead one more time, eyes locked on his. He arched an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the bluntness of her request. He looked down into her eyes for a long moment, and she looked back, her honesty clear on her features. Not waiting for him to try to warn her or advise caution, she turned away from his cock, reluctantly, and bent down, pushing her ass up into the air, giving it an alluring wiggle. “Come on, big guy, FUCK me!” she challenged, looking back over her shoulder and biting her lip in anticipation.

He hardly had a choice, at that point. He stepped forward, standing behind her, one arm flexing as he gripped his titanic shaft and forced its angle down, aiming his monstrous megacock for her upraised ass. She shivered with anticipation as the head-sized knob nosed against the lips of her dripping, aching slit. Her body struggled to brace for the impact. But he suddenly shifted, leaning forward, roughly planting a hand between her shoulders and forcing her torso down, her perfect peach-sized tits pressed flat on the unforgiving ground as he angled himself. She sucked in a gasp of surprise, her body relaxing for an instant as she tried to get her bearings again, but her breath immediately reversed direction, forced out of her lungs in a screaming, wavering moan as he dropped his hips, letting his weight push him down and forward into her defenseless slit.

She could feel her pussy stretching at the sudden intrusion, her body valiantly struggling to resist the inevitable penetration as the impossibly massive cock pushed into her a fraction of an inch at a time. The tip of the tip alone was bigger than all but the most impressive of her previous clients. Her slit was forced to adapt as it pushed forward, her nether-lips stretching wider than she would have thought possible as more and more of the titanic knob wedged its way into her tiny pussy. Her slit spasmed as each inch that invaded brought new heights of pain and pleasure to her body, making her hands tighten into fists, her eyes water, her body tremble. He payed no mind to her struggle, and pushed harder, prying her open for his cock. A threshold was suddenly crossed as his his fat knob completely pushed inside her, and with her entrance offering no further resistance, his megacock speared into her core, driving into her with the force of a freight train. Her body screamed objections and sang praises at the same time, the warring sensations crashing together and tangling into a familiar knot deep in her belly. Her gripping, squeezing slit could feel every detail of his shaft is it bored into her depths, every thick vein, every pulse, she could feel each one of his piercings as the hard silver knobs dragged against her inner walls in new, indescribable ways.

Suddenly, there was a bump, deep inside her, as his shaft struck a barrier, and her eyes widened as she felt a surge of pleasure radiate from her core. He paused, for a brief moment, then leaned down until his lips were inches from her ear, and as he spoke, her ground his hips forward, mashing his cockhead into the barrier forcefully. “Impressive. You managed almost half before I reached your womb.” She could hear the teasing grin in his voice, but the reality of the words he’d spoken was too intense for her to bother with it. Half. All that cock she’d taken, and there was still half left outside her. Her body was already overwhelmed with sensation, would she even be able to survive all of it? He was already grinding into her womb! How far would he go? The understanding rattled around in her skull, drowning out all other thought as waves of pleasure rushed out from where his cock met her most sacred depths. Together, it was too much to contain. The knot of tension in her core gave way, and her voice raised to a wailing, wavering moan as pleasure and pain overtook her senses. Her body trembled in the grip of her first orgasm, a single understanding echoing in her mind. This was just the beginning. She barely heard the words as he whispered into her ear once again. “Already? This is going to be fun…”

With his iron-hard shaft half-buried in her spasming, cumming depths, he suddenly shifted, straightening up and flexing his hips. Iris gasped as she felt his monster cock levering inside her through the haze of pleasure left by the last vestiges of climax. Her hips felt like they were floating, her body suddenly hanging off his cock. It seemed that was exactly what he had in mind when he suddenly stood. His shaft hauled the half-limp whore up, off the ground, supporting her entire weight with the sheer strength of his cock. Her eyes were wide as her legs scrambled to touch the ground just barely out of reach. He flexed his hips, and the tendons at the root of his shaft ground as they hauled the monolithic cock and its passenger further up, until she was nearly upright atop his fearsome shaft. One strong arm slid around her, encircling her hips, while the other roamed up her body, cupping one soft, pliable tit in his grasp, the two together pulling her back against his toned chest. She was entirely at his mercy, suspended out of reach of any surfaces, and her pussy squeezed tight with that realization.

He offered her no more than an instant of rest, before the arm around her hips tightened, bracing her body against his as he suddenly drove his hips up in a brutal thrust. She cried out, something between a scream and a moan, as he pounded savagely against the gates of her womb. He dragged his hips back, flared head and piercings dragging over her sensitive walls, before immediately plowing forward once again, savagely battering her barrier. Again and again he thrust, showing no mercy, just as she’d begged of him. She almost would have regretted her decision, but her pussy was responding to the rough treatment, desperately gripping and milking at his immense girth as he ravaged her slit. He growled with lust and annoyance as he came up against her barrier again and again, the sound rumbling through her and sending chills up and down her spine. Suddenly, he gave a particularly forceful thrust, and she felt the air knocked from her lungs as his monstrous shaft plowed through her barrier, driving into her womb, piercings tugging at her cervix as they pushed into her depths.

She glanced down, eyes wide as they looked through the valley of her tits, only to see a bulge beginning to deform the usually flat and smooth expanse of her belly. A thick, blunt-tipped tube pushed its way out out just above her bellybutton until it was level with the bottom of her peach-sized tits. She could even see tiny bumps along it, where the ladder of silver piercings stretched the walls of her womb. She was struck without warning by another powerful orgasm, her channel squeezing around him like a vice as her body trembled and spasmed with pleasure, eyes wide as she found herself unable to scream without a lungful of air.

He gave a small laugh, and bucked his hips, each tiny movement of his titanic fuckstick drawing new waves of lust from the helpless whore. “Again?” he teased, giving her ear a playful nip. “I overestimated you. I thought any girl that saw my cock and begged me to DESTROY her with it would be more of a challenge!” He commented, sawing back until the rim of his cockhead popped out of her womb before slamming it into her once again, even deeper than before, fucking into her like a living sex toy. “But you’ve already come twice, and I’m not even all the way in yet! You’re a real slut, aren’t you? You’re just a nasty little whore, a size queen just desperate to get used and fucked deep by the biggest, fattest cock you can-” He whispered, the hand on her tit eagerly teasing her hard, pierced peak, before her paused and grinned, feeling her body seize up once more. “Make that three times. Oh, I’m just getting started with you…” He growled into her ear as the third orgasm made her eyes roll skyward.

He didn’t even bother for her climax to end before he moved. He took long, forceful strides, each step driving her a fraction further onto his titanic spear, making her moan and whimper weakly through the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm. As he moved, his hands shifted. He let her go, letting his cock support her weight and tip her out away from his body. His hand seized one leg, just behind the knee, and he lifted. She found her voice to scream in pleasure and pain as her body spun, her pussy walls corkscrewing around the unyielding rod of his cock. When she came to a stop and regained her bearings, he’d flipped her around, turning her to face him, his hand still holding her thigh just behind the knee, the other hand doing the same with the other leg. He suddenly leaned forward, tipping her back, and she panicked for an instant, thinking we was going to fall atop her, until she felt the cool touch of a wooden tabletop against her back. His hands released her legs as he leaned further still, hands planting on the tabletop to either side of her, her knees hooked in his elbows, her ass hanging halfway over the edge of the table. He loomed over her, his toned, sculpted body hanging over her, his features cast in shadow as he eclipsed the light, eyes locked onto hers, a burning desire smoldering in his warm brown eyes.

There was a moment of stillness as they looked into each other’s eyes. She swallowed nervously, eyes glancing down his sculpted chest, over the tattooed hammer, down to where her view of their bodies was obscured by the titanic bulge stretching out her belly. It seemed impossible. A softly-trembling hand reached up and forward, curiously touching the surface of the bulge, and she gasped at the sensation on her skin. That seemed enough to break Tatsu’s stillness, and he began to move. His abs rippled as the bulge pulled back, then flexed tight with incredible strength as he pounded his hips forward, the bulge returning with a vengeance as he stuffed more and more of his impossibly huge cock into her stretched womb. She howled with lust as he ravaged depths she didn’t even know she had, whipping her head this way and that as yet another climax rapidly built in her core. He drove into her mercilessly, slamming inch after inch of cock as thick as her thigh into her impossibly stretched pussy. Her pleasure exploded the moment she felt his hips meet hers, the slap of flesh-on-flesh unmistakable. He let out a groan of pleasure as she writhed, impaled upon his monster to the root. He leaned down as she moaned and cried with indescribable pleasure, and she heard him whisper into her ear. “How does it feel to take three feet of cock, slut?” he asked, teasingly, grinding his hips on hers to illustrate just how deep he was.

Her back arched as soon as the question reached her brain, her head rolling back, eyes wide as she still spasmed and trembled in the grip of orgasm. “SO GOOD!” She praised, clawing desperately at the table for something to ground her as her mind threatened to be overwhelmed. “It’s so fucking incredible! So fucking HUGE! Ohh, fuck, your cock is IMPOSSIBLE! It’s TOO FUCKING BIIIIG!” She babbled, voice rising to a peak as he suddenly began to fuck her, slamming into her womb like a jackhammer, dragging yet another almost painfully intense orgasm from her body just as the last waves from the previous climax faded, the new pleasures making her words fade into moans. She wasn’t even finished with that one when she could feel the next beginning to build inside her. “CUMMING! Fuck, I’m already cumming and I’m CUMMING AGAIN! I can’t stop CUMMING on this FUCKING COOOCK!” She wailed plaintively as he pistoned into her like a machine.

He was relentless, brutally pounding her still-cumming pussy with a full foot and a half of thigh-thick megacock with each stroke, each of the dozen barbels popping in and out of her entrance making a burst of pleasure go off like a firecracker in her brain. She was losing her mind under the endless waves of pleasure crashing over her. She couldn’t even count the orgasms anymore, one surge blurring into the other as her mind melted away beneath the pounding waves. She was losing control of her body as it spasmed wildly, even her mouth as she heard herself wailing praise for the titanic fuckstick savaging her womb over and over. “FUCK yes, fucking WRECK my pussy! DESTROY me! Break me down and make me YOURS! USE me, I’m a SLUT, I’m YOUR slut, I’m your PERSONAL slut! I don’t need other cocks, I need THIS cock! I’m YOURS, just FUCK ME! FUCKING FUCK ME FOREVERRR!”

Tatsu redoubled his pace, grinning as her words echoed in his ears, the stream of praise broken for a moment into wordless wails of pleasure as he savagely hammered into her and her eyes rolled skyward with unimaginable pleasure. Her body writhed lewdly around his monstrous girth, making him groan with pleasure as he watched the monstrous bulge stretch and retreat, over and over again. He growled with lust, leaning forward between her spread thighs to whisper hotly in her ear once more. “You’re right, slut. You’re mine now.” He grunted between his deep, powerful thrusts, his heaving, cum-churning, watermelon-sized balls smacking loudly against her ass as she bucked her hips thoughtlessly up to meet his. “You’re a special one, you know that? Most sluts can’t even talk by the time I’m all that way inside them. You and I are gonna have a lot of fun once I collar you. I’m going to fuck you every single day, over and over until you can’t walk. You’re going to be my personal cum dump, and if you’re a good little slut... I’ll breed you like a bitch in heat, over, and over, and over.” He promised, a grin in his voice. She felt her pussy instantly spasm with intense lust as she was struck by yet another orgasm at the thought. “You like that, huh?” He asked, smiling knowingly. “You want to get collared and fucked and knocked up like a bitch? Well, if you beg like a good girl, I’ll pour every last drop of hot, potent cum into your womb. You’ll be so full you’ll have a litter.” He offered.

She was barely able to form coherent thoughts, her orgasms coming harder and faster than ever before, so quickly she couldn’t tell where one ended and another began, the pleasure merely blending into an endless, turbulent sea. Her body flooded with the pleasure, the tide rising higher and higher with each new surge, but her mind was tossed upon the waves, thoughts scattered, and each time they gathered a new wave smashed them apart once more. The sheer power of it etched it into her mind. She would never, ever be able to forget this. If she had to debase herself, become his slut, his pet, to experience this every single day? It was worth it, without question. She rolled her head back, her hips thrusting up to meet his furiously, fingers gouging scratches in the wood beneath her as she cried out. “YES! FUCK YES, BREED ME! FUCKING BREED ME! PLEASE! MASTER PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME FOREVER! COLLAR YOUR BITCH! MARK ME! CUM!” She howled, the words tumbling over each other in her haste before they too were lost to another surging tsunami of pleasure.

It seemed that was all the encouragement he needed. Balls like ripe melons, sloshing with juices, pulled tight to his immense shaft as he drove it into her to the root one final time, grinding his hips on hers hard. His back arched as he held there, his massive cock jumping and pulsing deep in her fertile womb, the titanic bulge in her belly throbbing as it prepared to fire. His head rolled back as he let loose a primal roar of triumph that seemed to shake the walls, and he began to cum. Gallons, buckets, oceans of white-hot spunk boiled up from balls that would have fit an elephant, coursing up the long journey from the root of his monster to the fat, flared tip. They could both sense it moving as it rocketed up his length, the cum-channel bulging out with the sheer volume of rich, creamy cum. It rolled and surged around his piercings, each in turn, before it finally reached the tip, the sound of rushing cum buried beneath their blending voices. Finally, it reached the end of it’s epic journey, and his mighty weapon fired, blasting cannonballs of hot, wet, potent cream into her womb, the heat and force making her moans grow louder. The bulge where his shaft stretched her stomach jerked and bulged with each deluge, each pint-sized pulse pouring potent, pearly seed deep into her fertile depths, provoking new peaks of pleasure. Again and again the monster cock fired, and her womb swelled further and further to contain the sheer volume of his potent seed as his climax seemed to last an eternity. A full gallon of thick seed, then two, then more, and more, until finally the shots tapered off to a slow, steady dribble, leaving Iris looking nine months pregnant, and with twins, at that.

She panted and gasped as his seemingly endless climax abated, the last tremors of her own pleasures slowly fading away, leaving her limp and weak as she clung to consciousness. She could barely see him grinning down at her, his cock still iron-hard and hilted deep in her overstuffed womb. She could see movement, and saw him raise a little black collar, just like the one he’d fastened to Dahlia’s neck. She smiled, dreamily, as he touched the tip to her neck, and his eyes flashed with that stunning sapphire light, and the collar fastened itself around her neck. The little hammer charm was cold on her skin, but the leather was warm and soft. She smiled. It was kind of… comforting.

She thought that would have to be it, but found herself wrong as he laid his hands on the gravid sphere of her cum-stuffed belly, and his eyes glowed once more. Slowly, slowly, he pulled his cock from her, and she twitched involuntarily each time she felt one of his piercings pop out of her womb. She could feel her womb squeezing around his girth, but she couldn’t tell if it was magic keeping her sealed tight, or her own body trying desperately not to let him go. As his head slipped out, she felt her womb seal itself shut, keeping every drop of potent cum carefully penned up where it could do the most good. As he left her womb, with his eyes still glowing, his gaze turned to meet hers, and he grinned. She gasped when she felt something extremely strange happening deep inside her. In her core, just above her hips, she felt a sharp cramping sensation on either side of his invading cock, like tiny fists clenching and unclenching over and over. She was puzzled for a long moment by the strange sensation, until her mind put it all together and her eyes widened. He was making her ovulate, milking her ovaries for eggs, the defenseless eggs popping directly into an ocean of thick, potent cum. And not just once, if each cramp was one, he’d just milked a dozen eggs into her womb. She gave a deep, primal moan as she came one last time to the sensation of getting knocked up, and consciousness slipped away from her.

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As Tatsu pulled his cock from his latest conquest with a pop, he let loose a satisfied sigh, his eyes returning to their normal shade of brown as his holy magic faded away. He smiled down at her limp form. He hadn’t lied, she was certainly exceptional, able to talk all the way to the end, and on her first time, too. With proper training, she could be even more impressive. He chuckled as he watched her thoroughly-stretched slit spasm and twitch closed slowly. His steel-hard shaft pulsed with arousal, and he cast a glance around the room. Well, that was it for the whores… He cast his gaze to a shadowy corner. “Well, did you enjoy the show, hun?” He called, smirking.

A female figure pulled itself from the shadows, stepping into the light with a smirk. “Damn, big guy. You sure know how to put on a show.” She commented with a purr. Her bare, soft green skin shone softly in the light, dusted with a few dark green freckles, and contrasting sharply with her long, fiery red hair, pulled up into a ponytail that left her face framed by a few long red locks. Long, pointed ears thrust through the crimson mane, and her red eyes glimmered with mischievous desire. She was short and full-figured, with plump, jiggling tits and a dripping wet slit, her glistening juices running in rivulets down her thighs all the way to the knees. she grinned wickedly, bringing a glistening finger to her lips to lick it clean. “I am curious, though. How do you plan on getting all these girls out of the city, past the guards, and all the way back to Stormwind?” She inquired.

Tatsu smirked back. “I have no idea, but it’ll be fun either way. Care to lend a hand?” He replied, grinning.

The green-skinned woman sighed, striking a melodramatic pose. “I see how it is, you only want me for my mind. Well, I have a body, too, you know.” She commented, putting on a performance of mock despair, then breaking it to shoot him a smirk. “Alright, fine, but I’ll need a little extra juice to make a portal this far off. Maybe a little of that light-blessed paladin seed? Or a LOT.” She suggested, grinning wickedly.

Tatsu smirked. “How could I deny such a lovely lady her request? Anything you need, Flea.” He replied, giving a gracious bow.

Flea smiled, striding closer, putting a little extra sway in her hips. One hand came up to alight delicately on the huge, pulsing crown of his monster cock. “First things first. Think you have some more seed for this silly troll?” She purred.

Tatsu smiled. He was always up for a challenge.