Kailey and Quinn stood in the drippy cave, the sounds of the jungle muted by the thick blanket of vines that hung from the cave mouth, and looked at the nearly decapitated body of Liam Vanderbilt.
The Morrigan’s Kiss was sheltering in the overgrown lagoon of the island, hidden from the constant spying eyes of the watch stations. The crew were busy at work changing the rigging of the sails, covering the cannons with tarps, and repainting the ship. The carpenter was knocking away at the figurehead, trying to change her shape as well. The idea was that they wanted to look as different as possible from the ship that had sailed from Melos – but Kailey knew that that wouldn’t last.
Eventually, the watch stations would identify them and keep them tracked, day and night.
Hell, she remembered the stories of the War of the False God. Babylon had dropped a small city on part of Purgatory they didn’t like. What would they do to a ship that they decided to erase. She imagined a vengeful bomb dropped from the sun, hitting her ship like Zeus’ very own thunderbolt, and shuddered.
“So,” Quinn said. “We have the world’s most valuable hostage.”
“Yes,” Kailey said.
“But he’s dead.”
“Also yes,” Kailey said.
“That’s bad,” Quinn whispered.
“Yes, again,” Kailey said.
“What’s the plan?” Quinn looked at her lover. The instinct for flight was clear in Quinn’s eyes. Run, sell the ship, change their names. Kailey bit her lip, reaching out to ruffle Quinn’s hair gently.
“I could... bring him back to life?” Kailey suggested.
“As a zombie? That won’t fool anyone!” Quinn hissed.
“Okay, okay,” Kailey said. “Okay. They don’t know he’s dead. We can send a message to the watch stations with a fire and a tarp. We flash them a message in the clear that we have Liam. Alive!”
Quinn nodded. “And when they ask for proof?”
Kailey bit her lower lip. “We...uh...” She snapped her fingers. “We cut off a finger!”
“We...what now?” Quinn asked.
“We cut off a finger to show them that we have him, and we send it to them via a messenger ship!” Kailey grinned. “Or a valk merc!”
Quinn brightened. Then she shook her head. “No, that’ll reveal us just as fast. They have Tethis. The world’s finest healer. She’ll check when the finger was cut off, and they’ll be able to tell he was already dead. I’ve read all the books on the circulatory system, it-”
“Then we heal him!” Kailey said, snapping her finger. “We heal him and it’ll make it seem like he’s alive while we cut the finger off.”
Quinn rubbed her chin. “That could work.” She sighed. “I’m not the best healer. But...” She gulped. She started to make the passes, her fingers waving and her voice muttering. She brought magical energies into the cave – filling it with a pale glow. Then she touched her palms against Liam’s chest.
And Liam jerked up, his eyes opening. “Whazup?”
Quinn screeched like a banshee and Kailey kicked Liam as hard as she could. Her blow slammed right into his balls and sent the chair he was tied too pitching backwards. He sprawled, groaning quietly.
“Ow. Jesus. God. Why?” he gasped, a low, shuddering gasp. “Why... why did... why did you kick me in the balls?”
“How did that happen?” Kailey whispered.
“You kicked me...” Liam hissed through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know!” Quinn whispered, walking slowly forward and looking down at Liam. His neck bulged with the tension of his muscles, his jaw taut. Quinn put her fingers on her temples, rubbing them in slow circles. “His neck healed. Expected. Yes. But he should be dead! His soul should be drifting apart!”
Liam lolled his head back, gasping quietly. “Ah, fuck this is like when Alex Rasgon threw a remote control at my junk. Jesus.” He hissed.
“Who?” Kailey asked.
“Nothing,” Liam said, breathing slowly out. “Okay... okay...” He blinked, then looked up at them. Kailey bit her lower lip, considering. Her eyes drifted from his confused eyes to the scar-tissue on his throat, to his broad chest, to the kilt that had flipped up and slapped against his belly. Her eyebrows shot into the stratosphere.
“Maybe if his soul had some kind of... magical buffer around itself, to keep it rooted,” Quinn started, her fingers still rubbing her temples. “And there were additional backup spells that maintained the vital humors of his body, keeping them in balance even after he died. But the exsanguination alone would have left him completely without bilious humors and... and... and...”
Kailey had taken hold of her chin and gently angled her head down.
Quinn’s eyes went wide.
Her mouth worked silently.
“By Sif’s pendulous titties,” she whispered.
Liam coughed, softly, craning his head up as he saw where they were looking.
“Um. I’m married?” He grinned, weakly. “So, um, maybe-”
Kailey sat down on his chest. Her thighs spread as she put her palms on his shoulders. She arched her back, grinding her cunt against him through the thin, silken fabric of her shorts. Her fingers were soft and gentle as they stroked his muscles. They were thick and hard and just touching him, she could feel a deep, vital power radiating through him. Her tongue darted along her lips as she purred quietly.
“Lord Vanderbilt,” she husked. “I believe we have a lot to talk about.”
Quinn shifted around to stand above Liam’s head. She rolled her hips as she walked, and Kailey could see Liam’s eyes widen as he caught a glimpse up Quinn’s skirts. His mouth parted and his tongue slipped along his own lips, moistening them unconsciously. Already, Kailey could feel the hardness behind her, growing more and more erect. She longed to look backwards, to confirm what her instincts said was behind her.
But no…
No…
This was something she planned to enjoy. Her voice remained husky as she leaned forward.
“For instance,” she whispered. “Your watch stations, they will make our job very difficult.”
“And what job is that?” Liam’s throat worked as he gulped. Quinn slowly knelt down. For a moment, her trajectory almost made it seem as if she was about to sit her pussy right down on Liam’s face. But at the last moment, she swung back, so that she merely sat above his head. Liam’s eyes flicked up, then back at Kailey. He squirmed, trying to wriggle free from the bindings tied around his wrists.
Even dead, Kailey hadn’t planned to take any chances. She was very glad of that now as she grinned and leaned forward, so that her lips almost caressed his lips.
“Selling you back to your home city, of course,” she purred, quietly. “For quite a sum. If you give us a cipher for your watch stations, it’d make everything much simpler.”
Most men, when she said something in that tone of voice, would have turned to jelly. The part of them that hadn’t turned to solid bronze, of course. But Liam closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and murmured, “You’re out of your fucking mind.”
Kailey grinned. She had a trick of her own. She breathed in and out – drawing in the powers of her riastrad. She felt her blood start to boil. But rather than the combat rage she was used too, all of this heat seemed to pool in her cunt, moistening her lips enough that slick rivulets started to drip along Liam’s chest, making him seem almost oiled. She crooned and ground against him as her body grew and grew, until she was only a head shorter than him. This meant that her knees were resting to either side of his chest, and that her breasts were easily larger than any he’d ever seen, she was sure.
She scooted back and felt the length and thickness of his cock slot into her asscrack as if Liam had been born to fuck her. Kailey grinned, wickedly, reaching backwards as she put her fingertips gingerly against his cock, pressing him against her ass harder. She rocked her hips as Quinn started to slowly work her fingers into her sex. It was a subtle accompaniment, more heard than seen by Liam - his eyes were entirely focused on her - but the wet, hot, slick sounds of Quinn’s fingers slipping into her sex, the musical sounds of her quiet, gasping moans...that was all the music that Kailey needed for this most primal of dances.
“Ooh, you’re playing hard to get?” Kailey grinned. “If you tell me the basic ciphers for your watch stations, you get this...” She rocked up, then pushed. When she rocked down, the thickness of Liam’s cock slid between her thighs, pressing against her aching sex like a sword pulled from a blacksmith’s forge. Red hot and steel hard. Just the way she liked it. She started to roll her hips forward and backwards, like she was on a swing. Her juices sluiced along his cock, dripping from his balls.
“Ahh.” Liam rolled his head back. Despite his bravado, he was rocking his hips back, grinding desperately against her.
Quinn chose that moment to pounce. She had been working herself with an almost frantic speed, her thumb rubbing her clit, her fingers finding the places deep inside of her that she knew as well as the back of her hand. Quinn had had no eyes for anything but where Liam’s cock and Kailey’s pussy met – and Kailey knew from long experience that nothing to Quinn quite as quivery and moist and hungry as seeing Kailey in this position.
Dominant.
In charge.
On top.
Quinn spread her thighs wide and stayed over Liam as she came and came hard. Her head rolled back and she mewled loudly. “Kailey!”
Her juices flowed past her green fingers and her cupping palm. It pattered and dripped onto Liam’s face and his tongue darted out of his own accord, tasting her juices as if he had gone weeks without drinking. Liam’s cock surged against Kailey and Kailey... drew away. Drew back. She left him so that only the very tip of his cock was pressing against her sex, feather gentle.
Liam whined in the base of his throat.
“Thiiiink about it,” Kailey whispered, her hands going to her breasts. She squeezed them, her fingers circling then pinching her breasts. She tugged on her nipples, biting her lower lip. It stung slightly, but she knew that men went wild when they saw her demonstrating how large and perky they were. She lifted her breasts, then let them drop – and jiggle. And settle. Her voice was a quiet purr as she continued: “A tiny little cipher and you can slide every inch of this dick into me. Into my pussy. My hot. Goblin. Pussy.”
Liam groaned, his eyes closed to slits. But even as he struggled against her, he couldn’t help but watch as she played with her titties.
“I’ll be any size you want,” Kailey breathed. “Big. Small. I can be the tightest fucking pussy you’ve ever slid into...”
Liam hissed. “Come closer,” he whispered.
Kailey leaned forward, grinning. She let her whole body plaster itself against his chest. Her fingers slid from his shoulders to the floor of the cave behind him and she wondered, just how horny he was, to not notice the rough hewn cave under him. But then again, her fingers found that the floor was actually quite thick with a dark gray moss. Either way, her ear pressed almost against his lips.
Liam breathed in a shuddering gasp.
Then he whispered.
“I’d tell you...if I hadn’t noticed you looking at my dick like a wolf looks at a steak.” He smirked.
Kailey smirked, tamping back the sudden jolt of real lust that exploded in her body. She stood, casually, rolling one shoulder as some smoke trailed from under her hair.
“Let's see how you feel about that tomorrow,” she whispered, huskily. Then she took Quinn’s hand and walked away, letting her riastrad fade. As she shrank, she whispered as softly as she could, trying to move her lips as little as she could.
“Whatever you do.” She looked at Quinn out of the corner of her eye. “Don’t show you’re horny.”
The two of them emerged from the cave. They walked away, heads high, strutting as if they owned the world. Then, the instant they had gotten out of sight of the cave, Quinn and Kailey reached for one another. Kailey shoved Quinn against a tree, her mouth fastening to her mouth. They kissed, and reached, and caressed at the same time. Quinn’s hand found her breast, while Kailey’s fingers plunged into Quinn’s sex. Quinn’s free hand squeezed Kailey’s ass, then down between her thighs.
Kailey took two thrusts and a single caress of Quinn’s thumb – finding and rubbing her clit before she was biting down on Quinn’s shoulder hard enough to almost draw blood.
The two girls sagged to the ground, shivering and gasping.
“I can see spots...” Quinn whimpered.
Kailey sprawled back on the jungle loam. Her thighs spread wide and she twitched, bucking her hips as if a phantom cock was thrusting into her. As her waves of orgasms faded, she breathed.
“This is going to be a fun week.”
***
Liam lay on his back, his arms still bound behind his back, his cock hard as iron and laying against his belly. He sighed softly.
“That could have gone better,” he muttered.
The low, throbbing ache of his balls had, fortunately, been replaced with the low, throbbing ache of desire. But since the goblinesses were well and gone, he had little that he could do but wriggle against his restraints. It was a sad thing...but a tiny sliver of him was actually rather happy. Yes, he was far from his loved ones, his family, his children. Yes, his city might even now be falling into turmoil – the bomb had been missed by Fizit, who knew what else had slipped by under her snout.
But…
But…
Liam’s life had been nothing but paperwork and arguments and dickering for what felt like an eternity. Meetings and compromises, all the things that it took to run a city that was rapidly becoming something far larger. But a part of him missed moments like this. Where it was just him and his wits and his raw physicality. He clenched his jaw, tugging on the ropes, then loosening his pressure. His muscles knotted and strained, but every time he strained, he felt the ropes give ever so slightly more.
Liam paced himself. He both didn’t want to tire himself out and he didn’t want to cut his wrists. He also didn’t want to break free at an...inopportune moment. He kept his ears perked up every moment he was letting himself relax – listening to what muffled noises came to the cave from the jungle beyond. The thick, cloaking layer of vines made that tricky. But Liam had listened to a lot of footfalls in his time as an adventurer.
And he recognized the sound of heavy feet and dragging feet. Two guards, dragging another prisoner.
Anubis?
He lay back, then realized that just laying on his back might seem suspicious – why just remain on his back, huh? Why wasn’t he struggling? And so, he pushed himself and rolled until he was on his side, then wriggled, looking as if he had been trying to roll free. The vines flipped aside and he heard one of the pirates – a male – saying: “I guess we shove ‘em in here.”
“Captain said to stash ‘em together, and we watch ‘em.” The other voice was deeper. When Liam craned his head around, he saw one was a goblin and the other was a lizardman. The lizardman looked down at him, curiously. But Liam didn’t see any sign of familiarity or appreciation. Brax’s army had not been the entire lizard race – just one of their tribes. For all he knew, this lizardman was from an entirely different part of Purgatory, to whom the whole War of the False God was someone else’s problem.
The lizardman, though, was also holding a figure with a bag over their head. The fur and the tail made it clear it was Anubis – but that was just baffling to Liam. He had expected the god would have gotten away, or used his magic to escape, or... well, anything.
“So, this is Liam Vanderbilt. The Godkiller,” the goblin said, smirking.
“Yup. Good roommate for the Pesdjeti,” the lizardman laughed and pushed Anubis forward, who yelped and tripped over his own feet. He crashed to the ground and the two pirates stepped back outside. Since the cave only had one exit, they clearly weren’t worried.
Anubis kicked at the ground and his voice came through the hood – muffled and terrified. “Where am I? What’s going on? Where is Kiyat?”
Kiyat? Liam thought.
But then he actually listened to what Anubis was saying.
Liam had learned the languages of Purgatory in bits and pieces. Usually, though, he never needed to speak Purgatorian Greek or Latin or Coptic or Norse (all of which had been warped onto their own paths by linguistic drift over the centuries of separation from Earth.) Rather, he used a translation spell put on him by Meg. The translation spell turned everything he heard into English, and everything he spoke into the language the listener could understand.
It was a neat trick, and used by many diplomats across Purgatory. Meg was just one of the few who had used the casting of it as a pretext for fucking someone’s brains out.
Not that Liam was complaining.
But listening past the spell, Liam could hear that Anubis…wasn’t speaking Coptic.
“Anubis?” he asked.
Anubis tensed. “W-Who's there?”
His voice seemed softer and more deferential than before, like he was worried he was going to get kicked. Liam sighed, then wriggled around. By hopping and squirming along the ground he got his wrists into Anubis’ reach.
“I’m a friend,” Liam said, trying for simplicity. “Cut these off me.”
Anubis, rather than using his claws, just worried and tugged at the ropes. Liam sighed the instant the ropes went loose. He rolled free of the chair, then stood up. He knelt beside Anubis, undoing the god’s bindings, then yanking the hood off. His eyes widened as he looked into Anubis’ eyes. They no longer glowed. In fact, they were an entirely different color – they had turned a rich brown and had human pupils.
More, Anubis had a thick torc of crystal around his neck. Like null-dart tips, but forged into a slave collar.
Then Liam noticed Anubis’ expression. The god was gaping at Liam like he had never seen Liam before. Then, to Liam’s shock, Anubis’ muzzle turned bright red, the blush showing through his dark fur. He looked aside, squeaking quietly, his tail beating a quick, excited tattoo against the ground as his loincloth went from limp to straining within a few seconds.
Liam felt his own flush crawl up his cheeks.
Anubis thought he was cute.
Apparently.
“W-Who are you?” Anubis whispered, huskily. “You look... very strange.”
Then he looked down at himself and screamed.
It was an intense, shocking, human sounding scream that caused both guards to rush in. Anubis had leaped backwards and pressed himself flat against the wall, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open in shock as he looked at his paws. His hands went to his furred chest, groping at his own pecs. “What? Oh Ra! Oh Ra! Oh Ra!” He wailed. “Oh Bast! Please, tell me, what have I done? What did I do? What is happening?”
The guards were reaching for their blades, their eyes wide in fear. They looked like they had no idea what Anubis was saying – which made sense. Anubis was babbling in a tongue that Liam had never heard before. Though he did note that the names of Ra and Bast hadn’t changed.
Which made it click.
Anubis was speaking ancient Coptic. It was as alien to the pirates as Latin was to an American.
“Stand down!” Liam bellowed, lifting his hand to gesture to the pirates. “Now!”
The pirates, trained to obey that tone of voice, drew their hands away from their swords. But that wouldn’t last long. Liam looked back at Anubis, taking his paws. He held them and looked deep into the god’s eyes.
“I am a friend,” he said. “You have been injured, you may have forgotten much. But we are in danger, and you need to calm down and act as if this is normal. Can you do that, Anubis?”
Anubis gaped at him. Then, slowly, he closed his muzzle. He nodded.
The guards both relaxed slightly as they saw Anubis start to calm. The lizardman growled: “Neither of you try any magic. The Captain says that null-collar will stop him from using any god magics. So don’t even try.”
Anubis nodded gravely a moment later.
The guards turned and stepped out.
Anubis gulped. But he wasn’t Anubis, was he?
Liam took his paws, squeezing them again. “Let me start. I’m Liam Vanderbilt. Who are you?” He smiled. “If I know what’s going on, I’m guessing the last thing you remember is... um, your normal life?”
Anubis gulped. “My name is Diayet. W-Where is my husband? My children?” He paused, then looked down at his chest. “M-My breasts?”
Liam blinked slowly.
“This is going to be hard to take,” he said, slowly. Anubis and he sat on the soft moss covered cave floor. Liam groped for a way to begin. He looked down, then sighed. “Okay. Were you a priestess? Of Anubis?”
Diayet nodded, slowly. “Yes.”
“I’ve met another man like you,” Liam said. “He was a great warrior. They said he fought like a god of war. Over time, the stories changed from him fighting like this god, Ares...to being the god of Ares. Somehow, those stories became the truth for him.” He licked his lips. “He became Ares. His old personality was wiped away, his memories were altered, the way a storyteller changes a story that they don’t like.”
“I remember...” Dia licked her muzzle. “I remember being lauded. We wore masks, you see. To celebrate him. And they said I was always so even handed. So fair. A-And... then the miracles came.” She looked down at her paws, at her male body. “It becomes a blur, then...”
Liam rubbed his hands on his face.
Then he started to laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” Dia asked, her eyes widening.
Liam’s laughter turned to tears. His palms pressed to his face as he tried to control the brilliant explosion of emotion that roiled through him. For years, years, he had struggled silently with his own faith. With his own thoughts on the divine and the nature of man and god. He still believed, deep in his belly, that even if Christianity was based on lies and superstition... that... the teachings mattered. That his choices mattered.
He had clung to that.
And now?
Now he felt the weight of doubt being lifted from his shoulders and it felt so good. It was like a hobble he had grown so used to that it had become invisible had been unlatched. He laughed, then choked, then coughed, wiping at his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Dia. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “But you’re not gods. None of you are gods. None of you.”
Dia looked somewhere between offended and terrified. “Of course I’m not a god.” She paused. “You do not need to rub it in while I am still... coping with this.”
Liam nodded. His laughter subsided as he forced himself to be sober. “Of course.”
They sat in silence for a time more. Dia’s hands slid slowly along her body, feeling out the differences. Then she squeaked. “Eee!”
Liam started as he saw that Dia had, just by brushing her fingers against a tuft of fur, yanked it free. The black strands crumbled away between her fingertips, drifting to the floor like tiny flakes. Liam leaned close, his eyes widening as he saw that the patch of skin beneath looked healthy and clean. He looked up at Dia.
“Can I... touch it?” he asked.
Dia nodded, looking too terrified to speak.
Liam slowly reached out and touched the tiny bit of belly. Then his finger rubbed up – and where it touched fur, the fur simply started to flake away. Dia’s head rolled back slightly and she sighed softly, shivering. “Oh...” she whispered as Liam spread his palm. He brushed away fur in larger and large passes, revealing soft, rich brown skin beneath. Then his hand slipped up to Dia’s pecs – which felt male... until they didn’t. A sudden swell of a breast filled Liam’s palm and his eyes widened as he jerked them up from Dia’s changing chest to her face. Fur was starting to flake off around her eyes. Her muzzle started to shrink before his eyes.
“It feels... strange,” Dia crooned. But the word Liam thought she was hunting for was good. His fingers found, by instinct, the tip of her almost black nipple. It was hard as a diamond and he started to withdraw his hand. But then Dia grabbed his wrist, keeping his palm rooted there. Her voice was husky. “Don’t let me go. Please...” There was a deep, desperate need there. How long had it been since she had been touched, like this?
Millennia?
Her muzzle had shrunk completely, and the fur cascaded off her shoulders. Her face was beautiful – dusky skinned and exotic, with plush lips framing a generous mouth. A mouth that met Liam’s with a warm moan as Dia pressed her mostly nude body against him. Liam’s hands slipped along her spine, reaching down to find and cup her ass. He squeezed her, his own thoughts on escape and planning and even the nature of divinity scattering before the desperate want that radiated from her.
Dia’s tongue probed his mouth and the hot drip of her tears made him press against her all the more hungrily.
She broke away for air. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted, then shoved him onto his back so hard his artificial foot almost slipped off his leg. Liam let himself lay there as she straddled his lap, her loincloth laying flush with her thighs. Her palms caressed his chest as she shivered. “My husband was a potter,” she breathed. “Not a warrior...” Her fingers found one of the many scars that seamed Liam’s chest. Her eye grew hooded and she ducked her head forward. “G-Gods, I’m a slattern...”
“Dia,” Liam said. He wanted to tell her it was okay. That her husband was many thousands of years dead.
But that wasn’t a help. Or a comfort.
Instead, he simply took her hands in his. He held them to his mouth, kissing first one palm, then the other. He kissed her wrist, nibbling at her pulse point. Dia crooned hungrily, rolling her head slowly back. She closed her eyes, letting Liam sit upwards and kiss his way along her arm to her shoulder. He nipped at her neck, then started. He had gone to kiss her ear, but he noticed that her human ear remained missing – instead a pair of sleek, jackal ears thrust from her head. Looking at her back, he saw that she still had a tail, wagging.
It seemed there was a limit to how far back a null-collar could spin someone.
Dia panted softly. “Is it bad t-the fact you’re not him is driving me absolutely wild?” She looked down at Liam, her legs quivering as she held herself above him. Her sex dripped down onto his cock, slicking him with her moistness. Liam felt his breath catch slightly. He took Dia’s chin in his fingers, forcing her to look at him.
“Nothing you’re feeling is bad,” he whispered. “You are not a bad person for what you feel. Just for how you act.” He smiled. “And would the man you love want you to turn away from joy, now that you’ve finally become yourself again?”
Dia shook her head, blushing. “Y-Yes, but he may have words to say about the- oh my gods!” She looked down, her eyes widening as if she had just noticed Liam’s cock for the size. “You’re hung like a horse!”
Liam was sure that, at some point, he’d tire of hearing women gasp those words.
That time had not yet come.
Dia actually shifted backwards, her knees sliding along the soft moss of the cave. Her breasts pressed to Liam’s thighs as she leaned herself down so she could look straight at his cock. Her jackal ears perked upwards and her tail started to wag and Liam remembered why Japanese catgirls were so fucking popular.
They were fucking adorable!
“A-Are you a god too?” Dia whispered, looking up and down his cock. “Or...or were you blessed by one? Bast?”
“It’s all natural Earthican,” Liam said, grinning down at Dia. The goddess - a description Liam would have used even if she had never had powers - leaned forward. Her nose flared as she breathed in his smell, and her tongue darted out. Feather light, she started to lick up his cock, tasting him as Liam rolled his head back and let himself slump against his arms. That felt nice. Her tongue was slightly rougher than a human’s, but still soft enough that he could enjoy the feel of it as she lapped her tongue from base to tip, her soft lips pressing to the head of his cock. Her tongue ringed around the softness of his foreskin as she drew her legs under her – so she’d be able to free up her hands to grip the base of his cock. She started to stroke him as her head bobbed on the first few inches of his dick, her moans soft and eager and filling the cave with sensuality.
Dia drew her mouth back, gasping quietly.
“Gods, you even taste better than my husband,” she whispered, then went back to sucking. She dropped one hand between her thighs. Her fingers started to stroke her own sex as her slurping mouth took another inch into her mouth. Her eyes screwed up and her ears started to press back against her head with the strain of taking more cock than she ever had in her life. She worked her way down, then slurped her way back up. Gasping, she looked up at Liam. “I want this in me. I want... want...” She trailed off.
Liam didn’t ask questions. He had a feeling he knew what she was looking for – and his arms opened, then folded around her as she crawled atop him. His hand slipped along Dia’s back, finding her ass. He squeezed the base of her tail and she let out a tiny, pleased yip as he lifted her up, then rocked his hips to grind his cock against her hot, wanting sex. Her pussy spread for him as she let her weight and his driving hips slam his cock deep, deep, deep inside of her. Her mouth opened in almost mute shock, then her teeth sank into his shoulder as she tried to stay quiet.
Liam groaned low in his throat, losing himself in the familiar joy of sex.
Dia clung to him, gasping quietly in his ear. Even without chomping down on him, she managed to keep her voice under control as she rode his member, her eyes narrowing to thin slits as her face went utterly slack with pleasure. Liam felt her ability to move growing weaker and weaker – her whole body twitched with the feeling of her orgasms. Pent up by untold years as a man, her needs were sending her to heights that Liam could hardly imagine...but he could feel them as her pussy clenched on his cock with eager convulsions.
And so, Liam pushed himself to the side, rolling Dia so that she sprawled underneath them, her cunt almost squeezing him out of her body. Her back arched and she bit down on her own wrist to keep from screaming in pleasure as Liam planted his palms on the ground above her shoulders and started to slam into her. His balls slapped her ass with a noise so loud that he was shocked the guards didn’t come in to investigate. He fucked her like a drum, her legs spread as wide and wantonly as any woman he had ever been with.
Dia’s back arched again as another orgasm rocked through her. Her breasts almost slapped her own chin as she rocked beneath him and Liam let himself go. His body tightened and his muscles drew taut against his skin as his balls surged and he felt that familiar, wonderful sensation of climax. His head ducked forward and he looked into Dia’s eyes as her face went slack, her head rolling to the side as she rocked against him. His cum pumped into her sex, filling her to the brim, then dripping out around his cock as he remained hilted inside of her.
Quiet came afterwards – the hammering sound of his heart overpowering in his ears.
“Wow,” Dia whispered.
Liam leaned forward. He kissed at her neck, his lips almost touching the null-collar that still wrapped around her throat. Just being near it made his skin feel slightly numb. He kissed her chin, then her lips and she kissed him back. Then, quietly, she whispered: “You’re starting to squish me.”
Liam chuckled, then slipped out of her with a soft, wet slurp. The two of them sprawled on the mossy ground beside one another. Dia’s breasts mashed against his chest as she crawled half onto him, her arm wrapped around him. Her fingers traced a scar on his shoulder, her nose rubbing against his neck as she lounged there, the picture of languid bliss. Liam’s fingers traced the outline of her ear.
“What’s the plan?” she murmured, quietly.
“Well...” Liam sighed. “You’re going to make it a fuck of a lot easier to resist interrogation.” He chuckled. “So long as they stick to using seduction as their primarily method.”
Dia shook her head. “I doubt we shall be so fortunate.”