Happy Birthday Ch. 3 [preview]

[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! [redacted][/pre-story]

Christina’s Turn

John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt. 

John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly. 

Next thing John knew, his cousins were throwing open the back door and practically shoving him inside, before swiftly piling in after him. The backseat was spacious, a single enormous leather-upholstered bench seat, but it simply wasn’t made to hold four ridiculously overdeveloped teenagers. Abby was first, sidling past him, only to stumble as she passed, burying his face in her pale, freckled cleavage, lingering for perhaps a moment too long for it to be entirely accidental before settling into the far seat. Betty was next, taking the seat by the door, sliding in to sit as close to him as she could, her full breasts resting against his arm while she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Cherry moved to join them, only to find all the seats in the back taken, her sisters smirking triumphantly at her as they snuggled up to their favorite cousin. She glared at her siblings in annoyance for a moment, lingering in the doorway, until an idea occurred to her that turned her look of annoyance into a smug grin. Ignoring her siblings, she flashed John a broad grin and climbed on in, stepping over Betty to smoothly plant her perfectly round ass squarely in John’s lap She gave her hips a wiggle as she settled into place, backing the smooth globes of her ass up against the monolithic shaft pinned to John’s abs, before leaning back against his chest, offering the taller tennager a spectacular view into the valley of her pale, freckled cleavage. As the monstrous shaft pulsed against her bountiful backside, her sister’s looks turned from smugness to surprise, then resigned annoyance as they realized they got out-played.

The massive vehicle rumbled to life as Aunt Christina buckled into the driver’s seat, adjusting her mirror to glance into the backseat, her nephew almost completely hidden from her view below the neck, his powerful frame nearly buried by her daughter’s nubile young bodies. “Now, girls, don’t tease him too much before we get home…” She chided with a soft smirk.

The ABCs exchanged a glance, playful grins spreading across their full lips. “We~ won’t~!” The girls replied in a chorus of sing-song voices, before giggling in a way that made everyone else a little nervous. Christina narrowed her eyes slightly, glaring sternly into the mirror for a moment, before heaving a sigh that made her monumental melons bounce, shifting into gear, and pulling out of the parking space, rolling the enormous vehicle toward the road. The backseat was silent for a long moment, John surrounded by the redheaded troublemakers as they grinned playfully. They were planning something, that much was certain, the only question was what, and just how perverse it would be. 

Musing: Dibella's Blessing

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, finally continuing the story of the futa dragonborn! [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! There's plenty more story to come![/pre-story]

Dibella's Blessing

The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.