Monster Breeder

76. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 3 (R-18)

76. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 3 (R-18)

“Olindia, Spindle, it’s my turn with her,” the three-dick-wielding Goblin announces over the limp Cinderwolf girl.

“Why, certainly!” the Webling says with a final affectionate pat to the canine’s spit-soaked pussy. She snaps her fingers, and the Dark Magic restraints vanish, though the ball gag remains. Spindle saunters over to the curvy Goblin and brazenly grabs one of Gabby’s heavy tits to fondle as she stares down at the head-shorter girl, neon purple eyes meeting wild yellow irises. Gabby doesn’t flinch. “You’re a spirited one. Not a drop of fear in you. Spindle likes that.”

“And you’re a bold one,” Gabby replies as she takes one of the Twisted dildoes in hand to rub the tip against Spindle’s vulva. The Webling’s nether pedipalps grip the shaft like an extra pair of hands, holding it firmly in place without pushing it away. “If you hurt my family, I’ll kill you.”

“Nnnggghhh!!!” Spindle’s body tenses, she bites her lip, and her eyes lose focus momentarily as juices squirt from her cunt onto Gabby’s Twisted rod. “Fff-fuck, that’s good. Spindle’s going to cum again if you keep glaring and threatening her like that. What’s your full name, beautiful?”

Gabby’s eyes narrow. “Not telling.”

Spindle grins happily as the adversarial Goblin refuses to break their staring contest. Another of her hands dips to caress the green labia below Gabby’s wooden erection. “How about Spindle calls you Bonsai? Because there’s a whole tree’s worth of pluck in this little sex pot.”

“Try it and see what happens.”

The dildo’s tip doesn’t leave Spindle’s pussy as the Webling leans in, slowly bringing her lips closer to Gabby’s. “Let’s get along for Alex’s sake, yes? There’s plenty of prey here to go around, but Spindle can’t help wanting for such a gorgeous Goblin to fuck... her... cunt... raw.” The Wicked Weaver’s third hand tenderly brushes a lock of Gabby’s short black hair from the green-skinned girl’s face before she delivers a hot and steamy kiss.

Gabby reciprocates the Webling’s warm attentions with aggressive vigor, locking their lips together in a fierce battle. While Spindle’s main two eyes close, Gabby keeps hers open to watch the glowing jewel-like orbs on the Webling’s forehead.

Spindle breaks the kiss breathless and gasping, opening her main eyes to meet the Goblin’s challenging gaze again. “Later.” The Webling plants a final soft peck on Gabby’s cheek as they disengage. Her hips sway as she leaves, and Gabby’s head turns to watch her go. “Spindle looks forward to seeing what happens, Bonsai.” for new novels

My Goblin wife doesn’t take the bait, intent on collecting her ‘winnings’ from Suka before anything else.

The sex-dazed Cinderwolf girl regains her wits in time to see Gabby standing over her. Rather than submit, Suka jabs an accusatory finger at the Goblin girl, saying, “Mmmph, mphph! Mph?” It takes her a second to realize she still has the ball gag.

“Let me guess,” Gabby replies, “You think Megan doesn’t count because she belongs to Gale, Aello doesn’t count because Alex didn’t bring her into the hut, Lucinia doesn’t count because she’s not an official harem member, and Dura doesn’t count because she met Alex yesterday.”

“Mph-mph mph!” Suka nods enthusiastically as if to say, ‘Yes, yes, exactly!” through her gag.

“Sorry, Suka,” I say with honest remorse. “I tried. I really tried to keep my standards high today. I turned down a bunch of cute Harpy boys, I didn’t go after the exotic Harpy girls (I do still kind of want to fuck a flamingo girl), I deeply regret not screwing a sexy Kobold femboy, and I didn’t have time to seduce the Lizard-trans-man. I have marks from spider girls besides Spindle, but there’s this weird gap in my memory...? Whatever, the point is, Gale and Spindle definitely count, and Gabby would win the bet if you attributed even a quarter-point to each the other girls. Actually, there’s an argument that all the Harpies on the mountain are part of my extended harem, now... shit.”

“Yes, the bottom line is, no matter how you slice it, you lost the bet, Suka. Time to pay up.” Gabby tosses her two Twisted dildoes on the hut’s floor, then waggles her crotch wand to weave lines of green aura in the air. Vines grow from the floorboards that latch onto the bases of the fallen wooden phalluses and brandish them at Suka’s bottom. Another hip waggle produces strands of blue aura that shoot streams of slippery crab foam onto the two Twisted rods, fully coating them in liberal lubrication.

Suka raises an eyebrow at the beneficent gesture.

With her dominance reassured, Dura grabs a handful of indigo pixie-cut and pulls the Webling to her groin by the hair.

Spindle wastes no time injecting her aphrodisiac venom directly above Dura’s erect clitoris. The Webling starts lovingly licking the walnut-sized pleasure button, making her Ogress partner squirm.

“Ahhhnnn!” Dura screams in overwhelmed bliss.

“I’ll taste your... um, rod,” Flou says in her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime form. She didn’t go anywhere after Gabby got up, preferring to spectate from her Swarm bodies for the moment. Now she’s interested in taking some dick.

Spindle nods her consent, and the Fuzzy Slime shlorps over to envelop the everted purple phallus. The Webling plants her spider half’s six legs on the ground to properly plow the Fuzzy onahole.

I realize I’m getting full of pork and stand. Approaching Dura from behind, I place the succulent meat in the Ogress’s free hand and bring it to her gaping lips. The taste of fine cooking awakens Dura’s other carnal hunger, and the Ogress buries Spindle’s face in her pussy as she sloppily devours the roast.

“Mmm, mmph~!” Spindle makes cheerful, contented sounds as she’s forced to orally service her second girl of the night.

I stare at the Webling’s creamed cunt and mutter to myself, “I could go for a little desert...”

Laying down to get a good angle, I slide between Dura’s legs and beneath Spindle’s middle to access the Wicked Weaver’s dripping nether hole. My lips hunt the Webling’s orchid-flower labia and find Cottontail’s flavor. My mouth forms a seal on the stuffed honeypot at the base of the vulva’s ‘V’ as I devour the two loads my powderpuff-tailed baby-mama deposited there. Spindle’s pedipalps grab my head tight and crush me against her sex as I lick, suck, and drink from this perverted cup.

After thoroughly cleaning her channel, I nibble her petals, find her clit, and flick my tongue until the dark Webling shudders and moans. Her pedipalps relax their grip as she climaxes.

“Mmmph!!!”

Standing, I pat my belly with satisfaction and look around for my next partner.

Lucinia, Megan, and Gale got free of Olindia’s slime tendrils at some point and the three of them are having a good time. The two Harpies are eating out the petite mouse girl’s front and back simultaneously in an indirect kiss, their lips separated by bare inches of ass and pussy.

Megan’s tail squirms in delight, and her high-pitched groans of pleasure carry across the room as her holes are relentlessly plundered by avian predators. She holds Gale’s head for balance while supporting herself with her feet on the bird girl’s naked shoulders.

Emerald-green eyes heavy with lust meet mine as I cross the space between us to silence the mouse girl with my mouth in a deep kiss. I take her breasts in hand, they'd be C-cups if she were human sized, and pinch her little nipples as our tongues dance. Then I’m trailing kisses across Megan’s neck and shoulders before closing my teeth on the flesh of her sensitive fuzzy ear.

“Ahhh!! Alex, yes!” Megan cries as pleasure consumes her rational mind.

A choking sound from nearby steals my attention.