The T-Shirt: Ch. 1

 

[pre-story] Hey y'all! This is just a random story idea I started that ended up getting a bit longer and more involved than I expected, and I ended up having to split it into two. I just had a vision of a tsundere subby buff tomboy monster girl in a lewd t-shirt and I simply had to write it.

As always, you can join my Discord if you just wanna hang out and talk about smut! I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

 

Chapter 1

"Alright, Fey, what did you want to… show… me…" Erin began as she walked into the bedroom, only for her words to trail off, hanging in the air as her brain immediately overloaded.

Standing before her was a monster. She was humanoid, certainly, but obviously inhuman as well, standing seven feet tall, with four powerful arms, a thick, muscular tail jutting from her spine, and digitigrade legs ending in thick talons, like some primeval saurian nightmare. Tough, alligator-like scales, so dark green they were almost black in places, covered much of her body- her forearms, from her elbow down to her clawed hands, her shoulders, her spine, and her legs, from her knees down to her talons… The scaly patches thinned at the edges, fading into smaller, finer, more supple scales of a lighter shade that extended outward a few inches, and there were patches of those finer scales on her jaw, her cheeks, her brow, her hips, and her collarbones. Curled horns, so dark green they looked black, jutted out from the sides of her skull, before spiraling forward, together, and upwards, ending in a pair of  mostly-vertical spikes on either side of her forehead.

And yet, despite her obviously inhuman features, she was undeniably human as well.  Wherever the scales didn't cover, there was warm tan skin, its smooth, even tone broken up by a handful of jagged, pale scars on her stomach, thighs, and upper arms. Her face was unmistakably feminine- though she had a rather intimidating look, even if you ignored the solid green eyes with slit pupils, and the mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Her messily tousled black hair was just long enough for her bangs to dangle into her eyes- she needed a haircut, though she wouldn't admit it. She had sculpted six-pack abs, and all four of her biceps bulged to the size of softballs when she flexed. Her thick, powerful thighs looked like they could crush one's skull like a grape- and many would beg for such a fate. Every inch of her was covered in thick, sculpted muscle. Well… not EVERY inch. A pair of melon-sized breasts sat proudly upon her chest, and her wide, rounded hips supported a mouth-watering jiggling ass- and her narrow, toned waist formed a supple, feminine hourglass.

But the monstrous woman standing in her bedroom was not what surprised Erin. She had mostly stopped being startled by her presence after the first few months of dating- mostly. By the time she'd fully moved in, the sight of her awe-inspiring girlfriend was usually a welcome one-  though seeing her enormous form hunched over in the kitchen in the middle of the night had nearly stopped her heart more than once.

No, the sight that had left Erin utterly speechless was what she was wearing. And not wearing. For one thing, she was in a little pink thong with nothing over it- the fabric barely managed to cover her puffy, smooth-shaven mound before it dwindled down into nothing but strings that rode high over her rounded hips, tight enough to gently bite into her curves. And then… the top. A pastel pink t-shirt that looked more like a halter top- about two sizes too small for her frame, let alone her spectacular bust. Her lower arms had been forced through the side seams, scaly shoulders thrust through ragged holes, with the hem biting into her lower armpits as the undersized top strained. The knit material was pushed to its limit to try and contain her glorious chest, and even then, only barely managed to maintain her decency, the hem riding so high on her braless, jiggling tits that nearly a full third of them spilled out underneath. Stretched thin as it was, her nipples were clearly visible- and hard, it seemed, the twin thimble-sized nubs looked ready to pierce through the soft pink material if she so much as took a deep breath.

But more than anything, what stopped Erin dead was the words emblazoned on the shirt- six words, in black block letters, large enough that even distorted and stretched across Fey's magnificent chest, they were instantly clear.

PIN ME

DOWN

&

KNOCK ME

UP

"...Well?!" Fey growled, snapping Erin out of her trance.

"Huh? What-" she mumbled, realizing she'd been staring, slack-jawed, for a while now. She looked at Fey again. She stood with one pair of arms crossed at the bottom of her ribs, forearms positioned under her breasts, her second pair of clawed hands planted squarely on her hips. Her head was turned off to the side, her brow furrowed and her lips pulled back in a frustrated snarl, baring her teeth- but face was flushed dark red, the color reaching all the way to the tips of her ears. Her slitted eyes were firmly averted- but their slitted pupils would flick in Erin's direction for a moment at a time before swiftly darting off to the side again.

"Rrrgh!" She snarled in frustration. "What do you THINK I mean?!" She demanded, angrily… then paused a moment, before speaking again, in a much quieter voice, the anger in her expression softening, her tone wavering with uncertainty. "You… you like this kind of thing, right? I thought I could… It's dumb, I just-"

"Babe." Erin called out, cutting her off. She sank down, lowering her stance with a playful grin on her lips.

Fey blinked, confused, for a moment- then her eyes went wide as she realized what she was planning "Ah, wait-!"

It was too late. Erin had already taken off, bounding halfway across the room toward Fey in two long steps, and pushing off into a flying leap. As she soared toward her girlfriend, she threw her  arms out to either side, a wide grin on her face.

Fey shifted her stance immediately, planting one taloned foot behind her as her arms unfolded hastily, reaching up and out- a claw scraped over Erin's side as she landed in her arms. Fey stumbled back a half-step as she absorbed the momentum, her four powerful arms cushioning the impact and holding her up. Erin threw her arms around Fey's shoulders and pulled herself close- her lips pressed against Fey's in a forceful, passionate kiss as her modest chest mashed against Fey's spectacular bust.

For a moment, Fey was too stunned to respond properly, and Erin kissed her, clinging to her towering frame, her cozy-sock-covered feet dangling off the floor. Her tongue pushed forward, and for a moment, Fey's lips parted. Erin's tongue slipped past, grazing over her sharp teeth as it worked its way deeper. As Erin's soft pink tongue found Fey's, her long, muscular one reflexively coiling around Erin's, Erin felt a pair of Fey's hands start to circle her slender waist, holding her gently and pulling her closer- before she suddenly seemed to come to her senses. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, expression twisting into a frown of annoyance.

"Dumbass! I told you to quit doing that, it's dangerous!" She scolded, her face still bright red as she leaned forward to set Erin's feet on the ground, still holding her waist, the other reaching up for Erin's arms, trying to pry them off her shoulders. "What if I just stepped outta the way next time and let you faceplant on the floor, huh?!"

Erin giggled playfully as her feet touched the ground, then craned her neck up and planted a peck on her nose. "You won't." She replied. "I know you'll always be there to catch me when I fall." She added with a smile. "But I'm glad you're worried about me."

"...Idiot." She scolded, blushing a shade darker and turning her head away again to avoid looking Erin in the eye, her ears burning- but she didn't try to straighten up, or pull Erin's arms off her shoulders. Erin simply smiled, playfully, craning her neck up until her lips brushed Fey's ear.

"Babe, you are the sexiest, most beautiful girlfriend I could possibly imagine." Erin purred breathily into Fey's ear. She let one hand slide down Fey's back, fingertips trailing over the ridge of scales running down her spine. They felt warm. "Seeing you wearing that shirt- that was literally the hottest thing I have ever seen." Erin added, before trailing her lips down the side of her neck, making Fey shiver.

Suddenly, Erin pulled back slightly, her hand coming up off Fey's shoulder and sliding up to gently cup her slightly scaly jaw and turn her head to face her. She stared deep into Fey's eyes, her expression questioning, yet hopeful. "Do you really mean it, Fey? Are you… are you ready for this?"

Fey swallowed nervously, face still flushed- but she held Erin's gaze and gave a tiny nod.

Erin bit her lip, clearly trying to restrain herself.. "Really? Dr. Jean said…"

"I-I'm sure." Fey interrupted, her blush darkening even further.

Erin threw herself into Fey's arms with such force that the seven-foot amazon was forced to stumble back a step. Her lips pressed against Fey's as she wrapped her arms around Fey's shoulders, pressing their bodies together as she drove her tongue forward and kissed her girlfriend harder than ever before. Fey's eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft whimper, melting into the passionate kiss, shivering as she felt Erin's hips grind against her midsection, something huge and hard pressed against her abs…

Then suddenly it was over- Erin pulled back, breaking the kiss, leaving Fey blinking, disoriented. Erin smiled, a warm, affectionate smile, one hand pulling off Fey's shoulder and cradling her jaw again. "God… I love you so fucking much baby… I feel like my heart's going to explode…" She breathed, then stepped back, sliding the other hand down Fey's shoulder, fingertips caressing the warm, tough scales as she slid it all the way down her arm and took Fey's large, clawed hand in her own. Fey's fingers curled gently around it reflexively, cradling it without squeezing- Erin's hands always seemed so small, so soft and delicate… Erin brought her other hand down to rest on top of Fey's fingers, giving them an affectionate squeeze- then stepped back, tugging her hand along as she did. Fey glanced up to Erin's face and found her girlfriend looking at her with half-lidded eyes, her warm, affectionate smile turning into a familiar, playful smirk.

"Come on, babe- bed time." Erin urged, tugging at Fey's hand again. It wasn't bed time. It was the middle of the afternoon. But Fey didn't say that.

Fey could have resisted- she weighed more than twice what Erin did, and it was almost all muscle. She could easily lift Erin with one arm- she often did, when Erin needed help reaching something. All she'd have to do was plant her taloned feet and stiffen, and Erin would never be able to so much as budge her… But she didn't. She just quietly followed along as Erin led her across the room, trailing behind her like a puppy on a leash. Erin just… had that effect on her. It was almost like a spell- all Erin had to do was look her in the eyes, smile, and ask nicely, and she'd do anything Erin wanted. Was this what it meant to be 'enchanted'?

With just a few gentle touches, Erin guided the tall, powerful monster girl to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Sitting, her eyes were right at Erin's eye level- maybe still a bit higher, but close enough. Erin slipped in between Fey's knees, standing in front of her and bringing her hands up to cup Fey's cheeks, before slowly leaning in and kissing her again. Once again, Fey melted into the kiss, eyes drifting closed, feeling Erin's soft, pink lips pressing against her own, her tiny pink tongue pushing between them. Fey's long, flexible tongue coiled around it reflexively as Erin's hands slid down, moving to Fey's shoulders, then her sides, gently holding her body close. Fey's four strong arms came up, clawed hands slowly coming to cradle Erin's slender frame- a pair rested on the supple curve of her hips, while the other wrapped around her shoulders.

Erin pressed her modest chest against Fey's- the tight material of her tee straining as her spectacular bust squished against her. Fey felt Erin's small, delicate hands move in opposite directions. One slid down to her wide-flaring hips, heading down until her fingertips trailed over the tiny string of her thong, then pushed back, following the strap. Soon, it went down further still, caressing Fey's supple tan skin as it moved to gently grab a handful of her mouth-watering rear. The other hand slid up and forward, letting her thumb trail over Fey's sculpted abs as it did, before it arrived at its destination- her fingertips traced up Fey's side until the swell of Fey's enormous, pillow-soft breast was caught in the cradle of thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmf… babe…" Erin purred into the kiss before gently pulling her lips away and leaning in to kiss at the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. "Your body is so damn incredible…" She muttered, trailing her lips up Fey's neck to her ear. "Can you feel how excited I am?" She whispered into Fey's ear, giving it a gentle nip.

Fey gave a tiny whimper, a shudder running through her powerful body. She could feel it. It ground against her abs as Erin pressed her hips against Fey's body, long and thick and hard as steel. It strained against Erin's pajama pants, bucking and throbbing with each beat of her heart, thrashing like a beast in a cage, a savage monster demanding to be freed. Part of her feared what it would do once unleashed… but another part of her wanted nothing more than to let it run wild. She could feel her thong getting wet.

"Fuck… I can't keep my hands off you, babe…" Erin whispered breathily, fingers sinking slightly into the firm yet yielding flesh of Fey's enormous, mouth-watering ass, the other hand gently caressing the lower slope of her breast, experimentally hefting the weight of one melon-sized mound. Fey could almost hear the smirk in Erin's voice as she whispered into her ear again. "Take it out for me, baby." Fey shivered once more, closing her eyes. She knew what Erin wanted. Almost automatically, her lower set of hands shifted on Erin's smoothly-curving hips, sliding down slightly until she could carefully hook a claw into the waistband on either side.

Her scaled hands felt rough on Erin's smooth skin, and Erin could feel the dull outer edge of Fey's claws trailing down her hips as they slid her pajamas down. A single move, one swipe of those fearsome claws could easily slice her open- those powerful arms could toss her around the room like a helpless doll. But Erin wasn't afraid- she could feel how gentle and cautious Fey's touch was, how slowly and carefully she moved. Erin bit her lip- there was something about the way this towering, fearsome, reptilian warrior-goddess treated her like a delicate, priceless artifact that was… exciting.

The pajama pants came down an inch at a time, until all at once, they suddenly stopped. The waistband hooked on something- something long and hard that thrust from Erin's hips like an iron spike. Fey swallowed, her mouth feeling dry, and then tugged Erin's pants down just a little bit more firmly. The rod shifted, angling down a moment before the waistband slid off it, then suddenly springing free, bouncing up and then smacking down onto Fey's abs with a weighty slap. The pajama pants slid off entirely, pooling around Erin's ankles before being unceremoniously kicked aside and forgotten. A wave of potent pheromones, no longer contained, washed over Fey, filling her nose and seeping into her mind- she quickly found herself panting softly as her body reacted. She could feel Erin's steel-hard shaft pressed against her stomach... It felt so hot on her skin…  

"Fuck, baby… I can't resist." Erin moaned softly, giving the nape of Fey's neck a parting kiss before pulling away. Suddenly, she had her hands on Fey's shoulders again, pushing as she started to crawl up onto the bed on her knees, straddling her hips. Fey was taken by surprise by the sudden move, but she couldn't resist Erin- slowly she leaned back, letting Erin crawl up on top of her, until she was fully laying on her back, a confused look on her face. Erin shuffled forward on her knees until she was straddling Fey's ribs- and her cock loomed over Fey's chest.

The sheer size of Erin's cock made it look out of place on her modest frame. Erin wasn't particularly tall, or broad, or muscular, or busty, or masculine- outwardly, there was nothing to suggest anything out of the ordinary for a young woman. She considered herself to be fairly average, perhaps a bit plain, in most respects- except she had a dick. A really. Really. Big. Dick. Seeing Erin on the street, you would never imagine such an enormous thing lurking between her legs- just shy of fifteen inches, it was longer than her forearm, and as thick as a soda can! And yet, somehow, it seemed… fitting? Once you moved past the initial disconnect of a girl like Erin having such a gigantic cock, the dick itself seemed like the sort of giant member that a girl like her

 have. It was uncut, with a turtleneck collar of foreskin pulled back to just below the ridge of its apple-sized, purplish-pink head, and a long, smooth shaft. It was too weighty to stand vertically under its own strength, so it thrust straight out from her hairless hips, the shaft gently curving upward- the head bounced with each gentle throb, like a puppy that was eager to play. Below it, a pair of hefty, apple-sized balls swayed in a smooth, hairless sack.

From Fey's perspective, that throbbing shaft nearly eclipsed Erin's body entirely, except for the slender fingers with painted nails that wrapped around its smooth sides, barely able to encircle its girth, and her face, peering up over the tip with an eager, lustful expression. Erin shifted, drawing her hips back, dragging her balls over Fey's abs down to her hips- Fey felt her core tighten, clenching with anticipation of what that enormous, tireless shaft would soon do to her unprotected pussy…

"Sorry, baby- it's just too tempting!" Erin groaned, and Fey blinked in confusion for a moment, before suddenly Erin pushed her cock down, flattening it over Fey's toned abdomen, and thrust her hips forward. The too-tight pink tee shirt with its lewd message stretched across her chest, insufficient for containing Fey's melon-sized breasts, presented Erin with an irresistible target- her gleaming cockhead slipped under the raised hem and into Fey's exposed underboob, plunging deep into the cleft between her spectacular breasts!

Erin let out a pleasured moan as her cock was swallowed up by Fey's soft, warm titflesh. Though Fey's breasts looked (relatively) proportional on her towering, seven-foot-tall, broad, muscular frame, to Erin, they were enormous- each glorious mound was bigger than her head, easily the size of a basketball, or a ripe watermelon! The already-straining pastel pink top refused to stretch further, holding her breasts firmly in place and squeezing them tight around the red-hot invader. Fey's boobs were pillow-soft and silky-smooth (in stark contrast to

of the rest of her body), and when packed into such an undersized top, they formed cleavage so deliciously tight it rivaled her pussy! As Erin's smooth hips pressed against Fey's underboob, the soft pink fabric at her cleavage bulged, the head of her enormous shaft finally emerging from the seemingly endless valley of titflesh. Erin felt the soft fabric caressing her sensitive cockhead and tossed her head back, her moan growing louder with bliss. This was paradise.

"Seriously?" Fey snapped.

Snapping out of her reverie, Erin looked down and saw Fey's expression. While her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, her scaled brow furrowed and her eyes were narrowed, glaring up at Erin with a sharp frown. Erin froze, mind suddenly going blank.

"Seriously?" Fey repeated, flatly. "You're doing this now?

? You're just gonna fuck my tits? After-" She added, her expression wavering, her brow softening. "After I went through all the trouble to order this…

 shirt… to work myself up to actually

 it… all that talk about if I was

, if I was

…" She grumbled

Erin's body relaxed, a warm smile coming across her face. "Aww, baby…"

Fey scowled harder. "Don't you 'aww, baby' me!" She snapped.

Erin grinned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I just couldn't resist! This shirt has me so worked up, and it makes your breasts look so damn sexy, I just HAD to!" She explained, rolling her hips slightly to pump her enormous cock between Fey's breasts, her expression shifting to one of lustful bliss. "Fuck… and they feel so fucking good!"

Fey's scowl wavered, softening to a look of annoyance.

Erin groaned as she leaned slightly forward, continuing to gently roll her hips, her hands coming up to lightly rest on the sides of Fey's breasts. "Your boobs are absolutely incredible, babe!" She moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip. "Mmmf… They feel so warm and soft… nnh! And they're squeezed so tight!"

Fey turned her head aside in a huff, what was once a scowl melting to an adorable pout. She shifted underneath Erin, her knees squeezing together, powerful thighs rubbing against one another as Erin's hands began to gently caress her melon-sized breasts. Erin's cock felt so hot as it shifted back and forth between her breasts, it almost felt like it was gonna burn her- she could feel her cleavage starting to get sweaty, the wetness making it move more smoothly.

Erin's grin widened- she could read Fey like a book, and her silence spoke volumes. Her hands roamed the slopes of Fey's spectacular chest with greater confidence, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she began to gently squeeze and knead the pillowy mounds. Her hips moved a bit more vigorously, pushing forward until her smooth hips met Fey's pillowy underboob with each forward motion, then drawing back- savoring the tight, sweltering embrace of her girlfriend's spectacular bust around her shaft!

Fey stifled a whimper, squirming as Erin's hands worked their way up the sides of her breasts, inching towards her rock-hard nipples. She couldn't help it! When Erin's fist-sized cockhead poked out of her cleavage, bulging out the soft pink material of the lewd tee, it left behind a slowly-growing wet spot, her precum soaking into the fabric- marking it with the scent of her potent pheromones! She could feel her body responding, each panting breath making her more aroused, more sensitive- preparing her to mate!

Erin's delicate fingertips danced over Fey's mountainous mammaries, inching closer and closer to their peaks, the thimble-sized buds that strained against the soft pink fabric. Fey writhed beneath her in anticipation, every motion making those spectacular tits bounce and wobble around Erin's enormous cock as it pumped back and forth between them. "Fuck, baby…" Erin moaned, breathily, her pleasure obvious in her expression. "Your tits feel so incredible…" She added, then paused, a small smirk coming to her lips. One hand moved off Fey's breast, reaching down and forward. "I can think of one way to make it even better though…" She purred, playfully, as one slender finger hooked into the front of the tee's elastic collar.

Fey's eyes widened after a moment, her lust-addled mind a little slow to put the pieces together. "W-wait!" She muttered, but it was too late- Erin pulled, stretching the collar outward as she drove her hips forward, and all of a sudden, the fist-sized crown was throbbing right in front of Fey's face, less than an inch from her nose! She could feel the heat radiating off it on her lips- without thinking, she gasped, drawing in a sharp breath, and sealed her fate. The scent of Erin's potent pheromones filled her lungs in an instant and hit her like a tidal wave- it crashed over her mind and swept away every coherent thought, leaving her head swirling with a chaotic jumble of images of raw, intense, animalistic sex! She couldn't fight it. It was too late.

A soft moan escaped Fey's lips, followed by her long, flexible tongue, which flattened against Erin's cock as she gave it a slow, loving lick- her taste buds tingled with the delicious, slightly salty flavor. It made her want more. Erin moaned softly in turn as Fey's dextrous tongue slithered up the length of her massive cock, wiggling teasingly as she dragged it along the underside of the shaft up to the tip, before swirling around the bulging crown. She worked the pointed tip of her tongue under the ridge of that crown, savoring the strong, musky flavor built up there as she traced around it, until she'd coiled her tongue around it entirely- even though Erin had showered just this morning, the taste was intoxicatingly intense!

Erin wore a wide, cocky grin- she moaned once more, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back as she savored the sensations of Fey's strong, flexible tongue exploring her cock. With Fey's soft, pillowy breasts sandwiching most of her shaft and that talented tongue swirling over the rest, she was in paradise. Then she felt something new- strong, scaled hands suddenly closing around her modest hips, clawed fingertips slightly digging into her soft skin as they held her firmly in place. Her eyes snapped open, going wide as she looked back down at Fey- only to see her brow furrowed angrily!

"Don't think I don't see what you're doing." Fey growled with annoyance. "You just wanna play around with my body however you want, and you think I'm gonna let you have all the fun just because you waved this-" She paused, craning her head forward to press her soft lips against Erin' cockhead in a lewd, lustful kiss, tongue flicking over the surface as her cheeks hollowed slightly. When they pulled free with a soft pop, her brow furrowed again. "-this big, fat cock in my face…" She muttered, her voice husky.

Erin wiggled, trying to move her hips, but Fey's grip was unyielding- she couldn't even budge! Erin could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the balance of power tipping in Fey's favor as she lowered her head and delivered another lustful kiss to Erin's gleaming cockhead, her long, muscular tongue snaking out to coil around its girth once more. Erin's cock throbbed, trapped between Fey's soft mounds, desperate to start thrusting once more, a hunger Fey's grip now denied. Though not denied for long, it seemed- Erin watched as Fey's upper set of hands rose to the sides of her pillowy breasts and suddenly pushed them together, squeezing them around Erin's cock even tighter! Erin bit her lip to stifle a moan as that supple, warm flesh pressed in around her cock- it was nearly as tight as Fey's pussy, but so incredibly soft!

Fey's scowl shifted to a wry smirk. "Well, too bad!" She declared. "If you're just gonna play around, it's only fair… I get to play with you too!" She grinned, squeezing her breasts together a little tighter and watching Erin's face contort with pleasure. Erin's expressions were so cute, she couldn't help but want to see more! As she lowered her head to press her lips against the tip of her girlfriend's enormous cock once more, couldn't help but draw in a deep breath, her eyelids fluttering as raw pheromones assaulted her mind and her thong became soaked in with arousal. The hands on her breasts shifted- still squeezing the massive mounds together, her biceps tightened as she pushed them up toward her chin until only the swollen head of Erin's cock poked from her sweat-slick cleavage, her tongue swirling over its gleaming surface as she kissed it hungrily.

Erin couldn't hold back a moan as Fey's hands shifted again and those tightly-squeezed titanic tits slid down her cock until the silky soft skin of bare underboob flattened against her smooth hips. Fey's sweat-slick cleavage felt like it was swallowing her up, like she'd simply disappear into that seemingly-bottomless valley and be smothered, crushed to nothing between those pillowy peaks. Not a terribly unpleasant fate, honestly, but it was not to be- mere moments later, Fey shifted again and reversed direction, bouncing those mountainous melons back up toward the tip, then down again to smack against her hips with a soft

. Erin's cock throbbed, leaking a dollop of sticky precum onto Fey's talented tongue.

Fey gave a quiet moan as the intoxicating flavor of Erin's pre danced across her tongue like electricity- a sweet, salty treat, just for her, her reward for making Erin's cock feel good! She couldn't fight her instincts- even as she aggressively milked Erin's cock with her chest, her thighs rubbed together subconsciously, desperately trying to give some stimulation to soothe her achingly empty pussy. Fueled by frustration, she felt a new surge of annoyance. "Hmph." She pouted. "I can't believe I'm doing this for you… " She muttered. "Weren't you all excited to…" She snapped, only to trail off mid-sentence as her cheeks flushed darker.

"Huh?" Erin mumbled, her brain barely registering Fey'd spoken, through the waves of pleasure assaulting it.

Fey blushed darker, gaze darting off to the side, suddenly overcome by a wave of shame, her movements slowing. "To… you know…" She muttered.

Erin blinked, expression blank- then her lips curled into a playful smirk. "...To what?" She pressed.

Fey shot her a glare.

Erin smiled, innocently. Her hands moved up to rest lightly on the sides of Fey's breasts, matching the pace of Fey's motions.

Fey felt control slipping from her grasp. "To… have sex…" She offered, weakly.

"JUST sex?" Erin pushed back immediately. Her hands began to move, caressing the supple slopes of Fey's breasts through the thin-stretched material of the pink tee. "Not something a little… more?"

Fey squirmed beneath Erin, panting softly- the smaller girl's potent pheromones made her so incredibly sensitive, the touch of those delicate fingers on her breasts was enough to make her shiver. "To- to make… a baby…" she whimpered. Her breasts continued to pump up and down, but she was no longer in charge- Erin's touch guided her hands, setting her pace, and she obeyed, her mind hazy with lust.

Erin leaned forward slightly, fingertips sliding up the sides of Fey's breasts to their peaks, fingers dancing circles around her rock-hard nipples, teasingly avoiding the sensitive, thimble-sized numbs as they bounced. "Like your shirt says? To pin you down and… Knock. You. Up." She whispered, breathily, emphasizing each word..

Fey shuddered, closing her eyes and biting her lip as a shiver ran down her spine. Her mind was already swimming with lustful fantasies, but hearing those words made the images shift, casting them in a new light. Suddenly, they werent' just sex- they were BABYMAKING sex. She felt her core twitch as she imagined Erin cumming deep inside her in a thousand different positions.

Erin felt Fey's grip on her hips loosen, and rolled her hips experimentally, pushing forward as Fey's breasts came down, nosing the tip of her cock directly into Fey's face. "Were you disappointed, baby?" Erin continued to press. "Were you expecting me to fuck you on the spot?" She asked, licking her lips hungrily as she continued to play with Fey's breasts.

Fey squirmed beneath Erin, thighs squeezing together hard, her untouched pussy already soaking wet with arousal. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, threatening to pierce straight through the soft pink material of the top, begging for attention- but it didn't come, Erin's fingers danced maddeningly close, only to back off again. The cock pistoning between her breasts felt so hard and hot, like a steel rod pulled straight from the fire. She could feel a familiar tension building in her core, and stifled a moan.

Erin was enjoying this- probably more than she should. Fey's squirming made her magnificent mounds jiggle and wobble around her cock deliciously as they bounced up and down, and their embrace grew even tighter as she arched her back in desperation! Her cockhead was now leaking precum like a faucet, dripping and smearing across Fey's face. "Were you hoping I'd push you down and drill you right there?" Erin whispered, her voice husky with lust. "Or maybe you wanted me to take you from behind like a bitch in heat? Did you play with yourself while imagining getting creampied over and over again all night long? Did you picture your unprotected womb getting filled to the limit, drowning in thick, potent seed? Do you want me to BREED you, baby?"

Fey shuddered, core spasming. She wanted it! She wanted it so bad! She couldn't help herself! Every breath filled her lungs with Erin's pheromones, every touch made her yearn for more! Her mind was swimming with images of raw animalistic mating, of thick, hot cum pouring into her womb, of her vulnerable eggs being hunted down and swarmed by a legion of aggressive sperm! Pride and lust warred within her mind- but with each passing second, lust's power grew. "...Yes!" She whimpered, unable to hold back.

Erin's smile took on a slightly sadistic twist. "Then say it!" She demanded, her hips moving faster and more vigorously as her excitement grew- at this point she wasn't just rolling them anymore, she was thrusting, pistoning her cock back and forth between Fey's glorious breasts! Her balls dragged up and down Fey's abs, and those melon-sized mounds bounced off her smooth hips with an audible slap each time! Her hypersensitive nips traced erratic circles in the air- she had to tighten her grip to keep them steady, slender fingers sinking into the soft, tender flesh of Fey's breasts as they bounced up and down, over and over!

Fey could feel her pride crumble beneath lusts' onslaught- there was no fighting it now.  "I- I want it!" She cried out, feeling herself teetering on the precipice of something enormous as she howled!  "Fuck me! Breed me! KNOCK ME UUUUP!"

"Good girl!" Erin purred wickedly. "Here's your reward!" She added as she shifted her grip, trapping Fey's sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinching, hard!

Fey's eyes went wide as her super-sensitive nipples exploded with pleasure! "NNNH-!!" she cried out through gritted teeth- the sensation that ran between her nipples was electric! The sudden spike of sensation pushed her over the edge, and the knot of tension in her core exploded in a wave of raw, uncontrollable ecstasy! "-NNAAAHHHH!" She howled as pleasure surged through her powerful body, every sculpted muscle pulling tight, fighting against one-another and leaving her trembling, helplessly, in place!

Erin couldn't hold back any longer either. "Ohhhh, fuck!" Erin groaned out as she suddenly hunched forward, her hips bucking furiously, hips slapping loudly against Fey's expansive underboob! Her precum-dripping cock bucked and throbbed between Fey's breasts like a wild animal! "Nnnh~! Here it comes!" She moaned, gritting her teeth- her hands moved in a flash, releasing their grip on Fey's nipples and shooting out, suddenly grabbing Fey by the horns!

Fey was still in the throes of orgasmic bliss- she barely noticed Erin's hands taking hold of her horns, but she certainly noticed the sharp yank that followed! Fey gave a small yelp of surprise as the back of her head was suddenly lifted off the mattress, tucking her chin into her collarbone. She blinked, trying to clear her vision- just in time to see the gleaming, swollen crown of Erin's oversized cock barreling toward her like a freight train! She opened her mouth in a gasp- which turned out to be just the opening Erin needed to stuff her throbbing, precum-slick cockhead inside!

Erin's hips struck Fey's exposed underboob with an audible plap as they thrust wildly forward, stuffing the fist-sized tip of her cock between Fey's lips- normally, Fey's teeth meant oral had to be approached with some degree of caution, but Erin was well past the point of reason by now. Thankfully, Fey's reflexes were still sharp, and her jaws opened wide to make room as the monstrous member touched her lips. Fey's claws, now resting idly on the slopes of her mountainous melons, sprang to action once more, squeezing them tightly together once again as her lips tightened around the precum-slick crown, sucking hungrily! Erin gasped with pleasure and looked down at Fey- her eyes flicked down to the words printed on that undersized pink tee, pushed and stretched to even greater prominence as Fey's breasts squished together, and she lost control.

Fey's mind was still buzzing from the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm when she felt Erin's cock throb violently between her massive tits and she realized what was happening- she'd been too distracted to connect the pieces until this very moment. She didn't have time to prepare- by the time the thought had worked its way through the haze blanketing her mind, Erin's cockhead was swelling even larger, and the fat tube running along the underside of the shaft was bulging as thick, pearly-white cum surged up its length! The first blast erupted like a geyser from the tip, a finger-thick rope of creamy cum that struck the back of her throat with enough force to make her audibly choke for a moment! As she swiftly brought her gag reflex under control, she felt it continue to pour into her mouth, hot, pudding-thick semen clinging to her throat and swiftly coating her long, flexible tongue- every taste bud was soon drowning in the rich, salty, musky flavor of Erin's seed. Instinctively, she knew- a single drop of this impossibly potent cocktail would be enough to breed her- she could taste its raw, overwhelming potency! As Erin's oversized cum-cannon fired off a second blast, adding to the first and ballooning Fey's cheeks with sheer volume, her pussy spasmed with envy- it seemed like such a waste, a massive, virile load like this deserved to be pumped straight into her fertile womb!

Erin kneeled astride Fey's glorious chest, trembling in place as pleasure overwhelmed her body and mind- she couldn't move, she could barely even breathe, all she could do was watch in rapturous silence as she pumped load after load of super-thick, backed-up ball-batter into Fey's mouth. She watched Fey's cheeks balloon out with each spurt, then hollow again with an audible gulp as she drank down yet another mouthful- three swallows, four, five, six… Fey's tongue swirled around her cockhead after each swallow, hungrily coaxing the next load forth. Seven, eight… nine… Erin's balls clenched over and over against Fey's chest, squeezing every last drop out of the overactive cum-factories as the flow slowly tapered off, slowing from a fountain to a faucet. Ten… eleven… twelve.

Fey gave Erin's slowly-softening cockhead one last lustful suck, drawing out the last few drops of creamy, delicious cum, the dextrous tip of her tongue flicking over the slit at the tip to make sure she got it all. It felt like she had a gallon of thick, still-warm spunk sloshing in her stomach, but still she craved more. She was so focused on her tasty treat that at first, she didn't notice Erin's posture sag as the orgasmic bliss faded to a warm, tingly afterglow- she nearly didn't notice the grip on her horns loosening, the way Erin's eyelids fluttered, or how Erin began to gently sway and wobble on top of her. Thankfully she did notice- just as Erin started to topple sideways off her chest!

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~To be Continued!~