Nocturnal and Naughty
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The wind swept across the vast open plain in gentle, rolling waves, carrying the faint scent of wild grass and distant rain. Golden sunlight bathed the endless expanse of green and gold, broken only by the narrow dirt road the three travelers followed. In the far distance, the faint silhouette of a town — clustered rooftops and a thin spire — shimmered against the horizon. It looked close enough to reach by dusk, but appearances on these plains were famously deceptive.
Fern walked in the middle, staff held lightly in one hand, her traveling cloak fluttering behind her. She squinted toward the town, then let out a small, hopeful sigh.
“It’ll be nice to sleep in a proper bed tonight,” she said, voice carrying a rare note of longing. “A real mattress. Maybe even a hot bath if we’re lucky.”
Stark, walking on her left with his massive axe resting casually across one broad shoulder, chuckled and shook his head. “I wouldn’t count on it. That town’s still a fair ways off. We probably won’t make it until tomorrow night at this pace.”
Fern frowned slightly, glancing at him. “It doesn’t look that far…”
Frieren, strolling a few steps ahead on the right, tilted her head slightly as she gazed at the distant settlement. Her silver hair caught the sunlight like polished moonlight. She spoke in her usual calm, matter-of-fact tone.
“Stark is correct. The flat plains here make judging distance tricky. Everything looks closer than it actually is.” She paused for a moment, as if pulling a memory from a very long shelf. “When I came through here with the Hero’s Party, it took us three full days to reach the town after we left the forest behind. Himmel kept complaining about how the plains ‘mocked’ him.”
Fern’s shoulders slumped a little. “Three days…? That was with the full party, right?”
Frieren gave a small nod. “Yes. Though we weren’t exactly hurrying. Himmel liked to stop and admire the scenery… and take naps in the grass.”
Stark grinned, shifting the weight of his axe. “Sounds like a good excuse to set up camp early tonight. I can hunt something decent out here. Plains rabbits are pretty tasty.”
Fern sighed again, this time with reluctant acceptance. “Fine. Tomorrow night it is.” She adjusted the strap of her pack and kept walking, the distant town teasing them with its false proximity.
Frieren continued forward at her unhurried pace, the hem of her white robe brushing the tall grass by the edge of the road. A faint, nostalgic smile touched her lips as the wind tugged at her hair.
“The road hasn’t changed much,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Some things stay the same… even after a thousand years.”
The three continued their steady trek across the sunlit plain, the town waiting patiently on the horizon.
The hours slipped by under the wide sky, the sun slowly sinking toward the western horizon and painting the plains in shades of amber and rose. The three travelers had covered a respectable distance, yet the town on the horizon stubbornly refused to grow any larger. Its rooftops and spire remained exactly as distant as they had been hours ago.
Fern stopped walking for a moment, hands on her hips, and stared at the unchanging silhouette with clear frustration. Her lips pushed out into a pronounced pout.
“I get what Himmel meant now,” she grumbled. “These plains are mocking us. The town is right there, but it feels like it’s running away every time we take a step closer.”
Stark let out a deep, good-natured laugh, adjusting the axe on his shoulder. “Told you. These flatlands play tricks on the eyes. We’re making good progress, though. Just not as much as it feels like we should.”
Frieren, who had continued walking a few paces ahead, glanced back at them with her usual serene expression.
“There should be a good camping spot up ahead,” she said calmly. “Someone long ago cleared a wide circle in the grass and dug a reliable well. We can refill our water flasks there.”
Almost as if the plains themselves had been listening, the landscape opened up just around the next gentle rise. A broad circle of compacted dirt appeared, easily large enough to comfortably accommodate a party five times their size. In the center stood a simple stone well with a weathered wooden crank. The surrounding grass had been kept short by previous travelers, creating a natural clearing that offered both space and a clear view in all directions.
Frieren came to a stop at the edge of the circle and nodded with quiet satisfaction.
“We’ll camp here tonight,” she announced. “It was a good idea to bring some firewood with us when we left the forest. The plains don’t offer much in the way of fuel.”
Stark dropped his heavy pack with a satisfied grunt and immediately began stretching his arms over his head. “Perfect. I’ll get the fire going once we draw some water. Fern, you want to help set up the tents?”
Fern sighed, still wearing a small pout as she looked one last time at the distant, mocking town. “Yeah… I’ll help.” She adjusted her staff and followed Stark into the clearing, the disappointment of another night on the ground tempered by the familiar comfort of traveling with her companions.
Frieren lingered for a moment at the edge of the campsite, her green eyes softening as the evening breeze tugged gently at her silver hair. The last light of the setting sun cast long shadows across the plain, and for a brief second she seemed lost in a memory from centuries past.
Then she turned and joined the others, the faint trace of a smile on her lips.
The sun had long since vanished below the horizon, leaving the open plains wrapped in deep twilight. A bright campfire crackled in the center of the wide dirt clearing, sending glowing orange sparks spiraling upward into the star-filled sky. The warmth pushed back the evening chill, and the scent of roasting meat filled the air.
Stark crouched beside the fire, slowly turning a spit with a plump wild rabbit skewered on it. Fat dripped into the flames with soft hisses. He inhaled deeply, then frowned.
“Too bad we ran out of salt,” he muttered. “This would’ve been perfect.” He glanced over at Fern, who was sitting on a log a short distance away, hugging her knees. “Hey, Fern? Why didn’t we pick any up back in that last town a few days ago? I thought you were handling the supplies.”
Fern’s reaction was immediate and dramatic.
Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson that spread all the way to her ears. She jerked her head to the side, avoiding his gaze entirely, and stared hard at the dark grass beyond the firelight.
“I… I just forgot,” she mumbled, voice tight. “It’s not important. Can we please not talk about that town?”
Stark blinked, clearly confused. He tilted his head, the rabbit still rotating slowly in his hand. “Uh… did I say something wrong? You’ve been weird about that town ever since we left it.”
Frieren, who had been quietly sitting on the opposite side of the fire, looked up from the small grimoire she’d been pretending to read. She closed the book softly and spoke in her usual calm, gentle tone.
“Stark. She’s not responsible for what happened there. You shouldn’t press her about it.”
Fern’s blush somehow deepened even further. She buried her face halfway into her knees, still pouting, her voice coming out slightly muffled, “That’s… that’s not what’s bothering me.”
Stark looked between the two of them, thoroughly lost. “Then what is bothering you? You’ve been acting strange for days. Did something happen while you and Frieren were doing that… uh, ‘side job’ or whatever it was?”
Frieren gave a small, almost imperceptible sigh and glanced at Fern with a rare hint of sympathy in her green eyes.
Fern stayed silent, cheeks still flaming, clearly mortified. The memories of the Velvet Maid’s Haven — the revealing uniform, the spilled aphrodisiac tea, Rowan’s massive cock, and the way she had screamed and begged while getting thoroughly fucked in every hole — were flashing through her mind whether she wanted them to or not.
The fire crackled loudly in the awkward silence.
The group ate in relative quiet around the crackling fire. The roasted rabbit was tender and juicy, though it lacked the salt Stark had complained about earlier. Fern picked at her portion, still visibly flustered from the previous conversation, while Stark devoured his share with his usual enthusiasm. Frieren ate delicately, as though food was more of a ritual than a necessity.
Once the meal was mostly finished, Frieren stood and moved to the small iron pot they had set near the edge of the fire. She added fresh water from the well and positioned it over the flames to boil. A short while later, the pot began to whistle sharply, steam rising into the cool night air.
“Stark,” Frieren said calmly, “you’re closest. Could you grab the folded paper bundle from the side pocket of my pack? The one with the green string.”
“Sure.” Stark wiped his hands on his trousers, stood up, and rummaged briefly in Frieren’s pack. He pulled out a small, neatly folded paper packet tied with a thin green string and handed it to her.
“Thank you.” Frieren untied the string and carefully opened the packet, revealing dried flower petals and leaves inside. She pinched a generous amount and dropped them into the now-boiling water. Almost immediately, a rich, fragrant aroma began to rise with the steam, drifting through the campsite.
The scent was distinctly floral — sweet and heady, filling the air around the fire. It smelled very flowery, almost like roses, but not quite. There was a deeper, almost velvety undertone to it, slightly warmer and more intoxicating than standard rose petals.
Stark leaned forward slightly, inhaling. “What kind of tea leaves are those? Smells pretty strong.”
Frieren stirred the pot gently with a wooden spoon, watching the petals swirl in the bubbling water. “The vendor called them flower tea leaves. I’m not sure of the exact name. They had a pleasant scent, so I bought some on impulse when we passed through that market town last month.”
She gave the pot another gentle stir. The aroma grew even stronger, sweet and lingering, curling pleasantly around the three of them.
Fern, who had been quietly chewing her last piece of rabbit, suddenly froze. Her eyes widened as the scent reached her fully. The color that had finally started to fade from her cheeks came rushing back in full force. She stared at the steaming pot with a mixture of recognition and dawning horror.
That smell… it was far too similar to the deep pink Manko Flower tea that had been spilled on her in the Velvet Maid’s Haven. The fragrant steam continued to rise from the iron pot, filling the campsite with that sweet, heady floral scent. Fern stared at it for a long moment, her earlier discomfort flaring back up.
“Is that… like the tea they had at the Velvet Maid’s Haven?” she asked cautiously, voice a little tight.
Frieren shook her head as she stirred the pot one last time. “No. Manko flowers are illegal in most territories, including that city. These are ordinary flower tea leaves. I bought them in the town before that one.”
She poured the tea into three wooden cups, handing one first to Stark, then to Fern, and keeping the last for herself. Fern accepted her cup tentatively, holding it with both hands as if it might bite her.
Stark took a careful sniff of his cup before blowing on it. “What’s a Manko flower? Never heard of it.”
Frieren took a small sip of her own tea before answering in her usual calm, informative tone, “It’s a somewhat rare flower. When properly prepared, it can be used to make a fairly potent aphrodisiac. The owner of the Velvet Maid’s Haven had some concentrated…”
Fern cleared her throat loudly, almost choking on nothing.
Frieren paused mid-sentence, glanced at her apprentice, and smoothly changed course, “…but that’s not important,” she finished mildly.
Stark scratched the back of his head, looking between them. “Huh. I always thought most aphrodisiacs were just dumb folklore. Like, powdered unicorn horn or something.”
Fern’s face burned bright red again. She snapped, sharper than she probably intended, “Can we please not talk about it?!”
An awkward silence settled over the fire. Stark blinked, clearly still confused but smart enough not to push further. Frieren simply drank her tea, looking perfectly at peace with the world.
Fern lifted her cup to her lips, trying to hide her embarrassment behind it. She took a sip — then immediately winced, lightly burning the tip of her tongue on the still-scalding tea. “Ow…”
She lowered the cup, blowing on it gently while trying (and failing) to look composed. The sweet floral scent continued to swirl around them, a constant reminder she desperately wished would go away.
Frieren finished her cup and set it aside. She carefully gathered the remaining dried petals, refolded the paper packet neatly, and tied the green string around it once more. “Stark, would you put this back in my pack, please? Same pocket.”
“Sure.” Stark stood, took the bundle from her, and crouched beside Frieren’s pack. He opened the side pocket and paused as he slid the packet inside. His brow furrowed.
“Hey… there’s another folded paper in here. How much of this tea did you buy, exactly?”
Frieren’s calm expression faltered for the first time all evening. “Uh-oh…”
Stark looked up. “Uh-oh?”
Frieren stood quickly. “What color is the paper you just put in? And the one that was already inside?”
Stark squinted, turning both bundles toward the firelight. “Hard to tell… both look kinda orange in this light.”
Frieren raised her hand and murmured a short incantation. A soft sphere of warm white light bloomed above her palm, illuminating the campsite like a small lantern.
Stark held up the two packets side by side.
The one he had just removed from the pack was plain white.
The one Frieren had used for the tea was a very light pink.
A heavy silence fell over the camp.
Clang.
Fern’s metal teacup slipped from her fingers and hit the compacted dirt. The remaining tea spilled across the ground. She hugged her arms tightly around her body, already beginning to tremble as the familiar sweet-floral scent clung to her tongue and throat.
Frieren brought her hands together in front of her chest and bowed her head slightly.
“Fern… I’m sorry. That was my mistake. The effects won’t be anywhere near as strong this time. The concentration is much weaker, and you only had one small cup.”
Fern tried to glare at her master. She really did. Her brows furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, but the heat was already flooding through her veins. Instead of an angry retort, what came out was a distinctly erotic, breathy moan that made her own ears burn with embarrassment. “Haa… ahhn…”
Her thighs pressed together instinctively as a wave of warmth pooled low in her belly. The light pink tea was already beginning to take effect.
Stark looked between the two mages, completely lost again. “Wait… what’s going on? Fern?”
Frieren sighed softly, the glowing orb still hovering above her hand. “This might be a long night…”
The sweet floral scent still hung thick in the air as Stark suddenly swayed where he sat. He planted a hand on the ground to steady himself, blinking hard. “Whoa… I feel really dizzy all of a sudden,” he muttered, trying to push himself up. His legs wobbled beneath him.
Fern’s breathing had already grown shallow and quick. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, needy pink, pupils dilated. Without a word, she began frantically stripping, fingers fumbling with the clasps of her white traveling gown.
“Fern?!” Stark’s voice cracked with alarm as he watched her yank the fabric down her shoulders. “What the hell is going on?!”
She shot him an annoyed, glassy-eyed glare, the gown sliding off her body in one hurried motion. Her huge, heavy tits spilled free, bouncing erotically with the sudden movement, nipples already stiff in the cool night air. The dress pooled around her knees before she kicked it aside, leaving her completely naked. Her smooth skin glowed in the firelight, pussy visibly glistening with arousal.
“You’ll have to do,” she said breathlessly, voice thick with lust. She crawled toward him on all fours, breasts swaying heavily beneath her with every movement, her long purple hair hanging down her back.
Stark’s eyes widened in panic and confusion. “Fern, wait… what are you…?!”
“Hurry up and strip already!” she snapped, impatience burning through the haze of the aphrodisiac.
Stark finally managed to stagger to his feet, but the massive, throbbing bulge straining against the front of his pants was impossible to hide. His cock was painfully hard, the thick outline clearly visible as it pulsed against the fabric.
“I still don’t understand what’s happening…” he started again, voice strained.
Fern had run out of patience. She lunged toward Frieren’s pack, rummaged inside, and pulled out a small glass bottle. Without hesitation, she uncorked it and splashed the contents all over Stark’s front.
Hisssssssss—
A sharp, chemical-like hissing sound filled the air as the liquid reacted instantly with his clothing. The fabric began to dissolve rapidly, melting away into nothing but faint wisps of smoke and leaving Stark completely naked in seconds. The moment his pants vanished, his enormous cock sprang free — ridiculously huge, far thicker and longer than Fern had ever imagined. It slapped heavily across her massive tits with a loud, fleshy smack, the weight of it making them jiggle.
Fern gasped sharply, eyes wide with genuine surprise as she stared down at the massive shaft resting between her soft, pillowy breasts.
“Not so small after all…” she murmured, voice husky and dripping with arousal. Her hands instinctively came up to press her tits together around the thick length, stroking it slowly between them as another needy moan slipped from her lips.
Stark stood there stunned, breathing hard, his face flushed as the aphrodisiac began hitting him harder. His massive cock twitched powerfully between Fern’s breasts, already leaking pre-cum onto her soft skin.
Frieren watched the entire scene with wide green eyes, the sphere of light still hovering above her hand. She brought a hand to her mouth, murmuring softly, “Oh dear…”
Fern’s hands pressed her massive, soft tits together more firmly around Stark’s enormous cock, the sheer size of him making her breasts bulge outward as she began to stroke him between them. Her breathing was already heavy and ragged, hot puffs of air escaping her parted lips as the Manko Flower tea burned through her veins like liquid fire. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish crimson, eyes glassy with overwhelming lust.
Stark groaned deeply, hips twitching involuntarily. “Fuck, Fern… your breasts feel so soft and warm…”
“Stark,” Fern said in an almost deadpan tone, voice husky but strangely calm despite the desperate need radiating from her body, “don’t talk.”
Before he could respond, Fern took a deep, shuddering breath. She opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaw as far as it would go, and leaned forward. The fat, swollen head of his gigantic cock pushed past her lips, then slid over her tongue and straight into her throat. She forced herself down further, taking nearly half of his ridiculous length in one go.
“Mmmmmphhh~”
A deep, guttural, erotic moan vibrated around his shaft as her delicate throat visibly bulged outward, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible beneath the smooth skin of her neck. Her purple eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, lashes trembling against her flushed cheeks. The stretch burned deliciously, her throat muscles convulsing and rippling around the invading girth as she struggled to accommodate him.
Not content with just her mouth, Fern began moving her upper body in a smooth, rhythmic motion — sliding her heavy tits up and down the lower half of his shaft while her head bobbed on the upper half. The dual sensation was obscene and heavenly: the soft, pillowy warmth of her breasts stroking the thick base and veiny shaft, while her tight, wet throat sucked and massaged the top half with wet, lewd gluck-gluck-gluck sounds.
Thick strings of saliva drooled from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and cascading over her bouncing tits, making the valley between them slick and shiny. Every time she pushed forward, more of his cock disappeared into her throat until her nose nearly brushed his pelvis. When she pulled back, gasping wetly around the head, thick ropes of throat slime connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft.
“Ghhk… mmmph… gluuuck~!”
Her moans grew louder and needier, the vibrations traveling straight through his cock as she worshipped it with desperate enthusiasm. Her nipples were rock-hard, rubbing against the sides of his shaft with every stroke of her tits. One of her hands slipped between her own thighs, fingers frantically rubbing her soaked pussy as she continued the intense titfuck + blowjob combination.
Stark’s hands clenched at his sides, breathing ragged, clearly fighting the urge to grab her head and thrust deeper. The sight of the normally composed Fern desperately choking herself on his massive cock while using her enormous breasts to pleasure the rest of him was almost too much to handle.
Frieren remained seated a short distance away, watching silently with wide green eyes, the sphere of light still hovering above them and illuminating every filthy, erotic detail.
Fern grew more frantic, her movements turning hungry and unrestrained. Using one arm, she pressed her massive tits even tighter around the thick base of Stark’s cock, sliding them up and down faster, the soft, heavy flesh rippling and jiggling with every stroke. Saliva poured messily from her overstuffed mouth, turning the valley between her breasts into a slick, glistening tunnel that squelched obscenely around his throbbing shaft.
“Mmmph! Gluck… gluuuck…! Ghhhk!”
Her moans grew louder and needier, vibrating intensely around the thick cock stretching her throat. She bobbed her head with increasing speed, forcing more of his ridiculous length down her tight throat with each plunge. Her delicate neck bulged obscenely every time she took him deeper, the visible outline of his cock sliding up and down her gullet like a lewd piston. Thick, gooey strings of throat slime bubbled from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping heavily onto her tits and making them shine wetly in the firelight.
Her free hand worked furiously between her spread thighs, two fingers plunging in and out of her soaked pussy with wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick sounds. Her juices were already running down her thighs.
Stark groaned deeply, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Nngh… Fern… fuck…”
His massive cock throbbed powerfully in her mouth and between her breasts, the veins pulsing against her tongue and the soft flesh of her tits. The head flared against the bottom of her stomach with every heartbeat.
Fern’s purple eyes rolled back slightly as the pleasure became too much. Her fingers curled inside herself, rubbing hard against that perfect spot, and she came hard — simply from sucking and titfucking his enormous dick.
“GHMMMMMPHHHH!!”
Her scream was completely muffled by the thick cock stuffing her throat. Her pussy clenched violently, squirting hard in powerful, audible jets that splattered onto the compacted dirt between her knees. Clear girl-cum sprayed out around her fingers with each spasm, her hips twitching and bucking as the orgasm ripped through her. Even as she came, she didn’t stop — her head kept bobbing, tits sliding faster along his shaft, throat convulsing and milking him desperately.
After several long, shuddering seconds, Fern finally lifted her mouth free with a wet, gasping pop. Thick strands of saliva and throat slime connected her swollen, puffy lips to the glistening head of his cock. She panted hard, chest heaving, her huge tits rising and falling rapidly around the base of his shaft.
“Haa… haa… haaa… Your cock tastes so good…” she moaned breathlessly, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. Her tongue lolled out, licking her lips clean of the messy strings still connecting her to him.
Then her eyes darkened with even deeper need.
“I need more!”
Without another word, she opened her mouth wide again and dove back down, swallowing nearly two-thirds of his gigantic cock in one desperate plunge.
“GLUUUUCK!! GHHHK! GUH! GWEHHH…!!”
The loud, wet choking sounds filled the campsite as she forced herself even deeper than before. Her throat bulged massively, tears of effort and pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. She gagged and choked loudly, the obscene noises echoing into the night, but she refused to pull back. Instead, she pushed forward until her nose pressed firmly against his pelvis, her lips stretched impossibly wide around the thick root of his cock. Her throat spasmed and rippled wildly around him, massaging every inch as she held herself there, eyes fluttering in pure bliss.
Her tits continued stroking the lower portion frantically while she deepthroated the rest, gagging and moaning all the while, completely lost in her aphrodisiac-fueled cock worship.
Stark’s groan was low and ragged, his massive cock throbbing violently in the tight heat of her throat.
Fern was completely lost to the tea’s effects now. She forced her head down again and again, greedily swallowing Stark’s entire gigantic cock until her lips kissed his base. Each time she took him to the hilt, the massive head pushed so deep into her throat that she could feel it pressing into the pit of her stomach, an obscene, heavy fullness that made her eyes water with overwhelming pleasure.
“GLUUUUCK!! GHHHKKK! GWEHHHH…!!”
Her throat convulsed violently around the massive intrusion, bulging grotesquely every time she bottomed out. Thick, viscous throat drool bubbled out around her stretched lips, pouring down her chin and onto her massive tits. She kept her tits squeezed tightly around the base of his shaft whenever she pulled back, stroking what little she couldn’t swallow while her throat worked the rest with wet, choking desperation.
Stark groaned like a wounded animal, his hips jerking. “Fern…! I’m…!”
His cock throbbed violently, swelling even thicker inside her gullet. Then he came.
Thick, heavy streams of cum blasted straight into her stomach, flooding her belly with pulse after pulse of hot seed. Fern’s eyes rolled back as she felt her stomach rapidly filling, the overwhelming sense of fullness making her tremble. She held herself down as long as she could, throat milking him greedily until her lungs burned.
Finally, she pulled off with a messy, gasping pop, long strands of saliva and cum connecting her swollen lips to his still-hard cock. She took several deep, ragged breaths, chest heaving, cum and spit dripping from her chin onto her glistening breasts.
Ba-dump.
Their hearts seemed to pulse in perfect sync for a moment — loud, heavy, and primal.
Then Stark lost what little control he had left. He fell forward on top of her, crushing her soft body into the bedroll. In one brutal motion, he lined up his gigantic cock and stabbed it into her soaked pussy.
“AHHHHH!! THAT’S IT! YOUR HUGE HARD COCK IS STABBING INTO ME!!!” Fern wailed in ecstasy, her back arching sharply.
Stark groaned like a rutting beast, hips slamming forward again and again. His ridiculous size created a blatant, obscene bulge in her belly every time he thrust in, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible under her skin as it rearranged her insides. The wet, violent PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of his heavy balls slapping against her ass filled the night air.
Fern’s face twisted into a full ahegao — tongue hanging out, purple eyes crossed, drooling shamelessly as she screamed in raw pleasure, “AHHHANNN…! IT’S MESSING UP MY INSIDES, BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD! AHH! COCKS! I LOVE COCKS! COCKS, COCKS, COOOOOCKS!” She looked up at Stark with pure, cock-drunk insanity in her eyes and shrieked, “MY PUSSY’S BEING RUINED BY YOUR OVERGROWN COOOOCK!”
Stark growled and slammed his entire length into her womb in one savage thrust. His cock pulsed hard as he came again, flooding her depths with another massive load.
At the same moment, Fern screamed in orgasm, her pussy clamping down like a vice around him. “AHH, YOU CAME! I CAN FEEL YOUR CUM FILLING MY WOMB AND MAKING ME CUM TOOOO!!!”
But Stark didn’t stop. He kept pounding her mercilessly, his cum squelching out around his shaft with every thrust, turning her pussy into a sloppy, overflowing mess.
“YOUR GIANT COCK IS TEARING UP MY PUSSY! I CAN FEEL IT SCRAPING INSIDE ME, REARRANGING MY INSIDES! CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! IT FEELS SO AMAZING!!!”
Fern’s body convulsed violently beneath him, another powerful orgasm ripping through her. Stark groaned again and unloaded a third time, pumping even more thick seed deep into her womb until her belly began to swell slightly from the sheer volume.
“I’M MELTING! I’M LOSING MY MIND TO THIS FEELING! DON’T STOP! DON’T STOOOOOP!!!!” Fern screamed in raw, animalistic lust, her legs wrapping tightly around Stark’s waist as she bucked up to meet every brutal thrust. Her huge tits bounced wildly between them, nipples rock-hard, while her pussy gushed and fluttered around his pistoning cock.
The campsite was filled with the wet sounds of rough, frenzied sex, Fern’s shameless screams, and Stark’s deep, beastly groans as he continued to pound her without mercy.
Time lost all meaning for Fern.
All that existed was the relentless, mind-breaking sensation of Stark’s gigantic cock slamming into her over and over again. He flipped her onto all fours without warning, gripping her hips with bruising strength as he mounted her like a beast in rut. In doggy style, the angle became even more devastating — his massive shaft reaching impossibly deep, the fat head battering against the entrance to her womb with every savage thrust.
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Fern’s huge tits swung wildly beneath her, slapping against her arms and the bedroll as she screamed incoherently into the night. Her pussy was a sloppy, ruined mess, constantly spraying clear girl-cum in powerful, rhythmic arcs every time Stark bottomed out.
“CUMMING! CUMMING! CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!!”
She wailed it like a broken chant, voice hoarse and cracking as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. Her walls fluttered and clenched desperately around his thick cock, milking him greedily while her juices squirted nonstop, soaking both of their thighs and the ground beneath them.
Stark flipped her onto her back again, pushing her legs up toward her shoulders in a mating press. The new position let him drive even deeper, the obscene bulge in her belly rising and falling rapidly as he pounded her into the dirt. Fern’s eyes had rolled back completely, tongue lolling out in a perfect ahegao, drool running down her chin as she continued screaming in insane ecstasy.
Another brutal thrust. Another flood of cum deep inside her. Another shattering orgasm that made her spray violently around his pistoning shaft.
Finally, with one last, thunderous roar that echoed across the empty plains, Stark buried himself to the absolute hilt and came for the final time. Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted straight into her already overflowing womb, pumping her so full that her lower belly visibly swelled. The pressure was overwhelming.
Fern’s entire body seized up in one final, earth-shattering climax, her scream breaking into a silent, open-mouthed cry as her eyes crossed completely.
Both of them collapsed at the same moment.
Their bodies were drenched in sweat, glistening under the firelight and actually steaming slightly in the cool nighttime air. Stark’s massive frame pinned Fern beneath him, his still-hard cock buried deep inside her cum-stuffed pussy. Thick white seed leaked steadily out around his shaft, pooling beneath her ass.
They panted heavily, chests rising and falling in ragged unison. Neither of them could move. Their bodies twitched occasionally with aftershocks, Fern’s pussy still weakly fluttering and milking his cock even as unconsciousness claimed them.
Frieren watched the entire thing in silence, the sphere of light still hovering above the scene. After a long moment, she let out a soft, slightly guilty sigh.
She stood up, fetched a large blanket from her pack, and gently draped it over the tangled, exhausted pair. Stark’s cock was still buried inside Fern, their bodies locked together even in sleep.
Frieren looked down at them with a faint, apologetic smile. “…I’m going to need to buy both of you something nice in apology.”
She extinguished the floating light with a small gesture, leaving only the dying campfire to cast a warm glow over the two sleeping lovers, then quietly moved to her own bedroll.
The plains were silent once more, save for the soft crackling of the fire and the occasional, unconscious whimper of pleasure from Fern.
(Story by User: SailorIo)