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It’s been a few weeks since Frieren, Fern and Stark had to handle the demon Macht alongside Denken and the group had been doing some very well deserved relaxing. Simply wandering from town to town, taking in the local scenery and only dealing with “minor” monsters here and there, the trio was taking a break after having defeated such an incredible threat.
They had just arrived at a resort place too; famous for its relaxing atmosphere, hot springs, high-quality inns. Frieren should have been able to relax like never in her life before…there was just one single problem…
Or better said, a problem consisting of two particular people: Fern and Stark.
Frieren didn’t remember or know when exactly it had started and when something between Fern and Stark had changed, but these two horndogs have been fucking like crazy every night for weeks now. Every thrust of Stark’s overgrown hyper cock into Fern’s waiting pussy, every smack of his tremendous nutsack against her ass, every melodic moan of Fern’s or every time Fern’s gargantuan titties and titanic ass cheeks clapped together, it rattled every building, town or forest they were staying in. Stark and Fern weren’t merely fucking, no! They were breeding. They were mating. And for multiple weeks, throughout the entire night if they weren’t exhausted from the journey, Fern and Stark have had the sloppiest, nastiest, most passionate sex imaginable…keeping Frieren up every night. The elf nearly bought herself some earplugs already, but she wanted to keep their finances more tight. But with every moan and smack of Fern’s gigantic gigabooty against Stark’s abs, the idea of getting some magical earplugs custom made for elven ears was becoming more and more attractive to Frieren.
Never had she experienced such a thing…completely unaware that she and Himmel had caused the same kind of sleepless agony to Heiter and Eisen many moons ago.
Alas, while the elf knew that Fern and Stark were fucking like wild animals, that was as far as her understanding went. Any further implications of the change in relationship between the two human companions of hers went straight over Frieren’s oblivious head. Truly a feat of obliviousness, considering that Himmel had pounded her behind just like that a mere ninety years ago on the daily too.
“Aghn~!!! Harder, Stark-sama! Your fucklog is stretching me so good~!!! Fill me with more of your cum!!! Flood my huge titties with your jizz, Stark-sama~~!!! Fill my womb until I burst~~!!!!!”
“Sh-Shit, Fern, you’re so tight! Your tits and ass are so huge!!! I could pound you every hour of the day if Frieren let us!!! Here comes another!!!!”
“YESH!!! And I’ll talk to Frieren-sama!!! And be quiet, before she hears us!!!”
“S-Sorry!!!”
The fact that both Fern and Stark were convinced that they were keeping their noise down during their nightly six hour breeding session made a tear appear in Frieren’s eye as she let out a sigh. She was so tired. Not even being in the room next to Frieren’s solitary room helped. In some ways, it was even worse than when they fucked right next to Frieren in their bed next to hers…since their bedframe was constantly banging against the walls of Frieren’s room. And the elf knew that they would keep going for another four hours at the very least. Frieren tried to pull her pillows above her head, but Fern and Stark were going at it so strongly that nothing helped.
If this continued, Frieren would have a lack of sleep on the daily. Using up her saved up gold for those custom earplugs became more alluring by the day…
It took another two hours of listening to Fern and Stark having sex, until Frieren got so tired that she fell into a very short and restless sleep. Even while the elf was knocked out, the human duo continued their sloppy breeding session further and further, unaware the entire resort town could hear them.
Frieren dreamed of Himmel’s magnificent cock as he drove it in and out of her massive ass cheeks on a particular knight ninety-two years ago.
Drooling from both of her lips, at least some part of Frieren got to have a good dream as Fern’s sloshing titties clapped through the night.
She certainly would have to do something about Fern and Stark tomorrow…
But that was for the Frieren of tomorrow to do.
“Himmel, this is the tenth time I’ve given you an assjob today. You know I like tasting your jizz, but it’s a pain having to scrape out your gooey semen from between my cheeks. Let’s go! We have to go, before the others get mad~”
Caught in a dream of a memory from long ago, Frieren blushed in her sleep as she twerked against the bed, nearly breaking the entire thing with her hyper ass cheeks.
Even her monotone voice couldn’t hide the lust even Frieren herself was unaware of.
The amount of pheromones coming off of Fern and Stark on the daily were getting even to the immortal elf.
Her naughty dream would continue until the sun rose again.
“Fern, Stark, come to my room please. We need to talk.”
Those were the words Frieren left the two humans with, (who had tried to hide their hyper endowed, naked, sweaty, cum-covered bodies underneath their way too small bedcovers when she had entered their room without knocking), about twenty minutes ago. The elf could hear Fern and Stark scrambling to clean themselves of the sweat and the especially nasty, custard-like jizz of his. Their bedroom had turned into a sauna, semen flooding the floor as Fern was still cumflated from the night. Turning red, they washed themselves as quickly as they could, desperately trying to wash away the night’s sweat and the stink of more than six hours of nonstop breeding. Frieren was reading a new grimoire she had found as her two companions got themselves ready for whatever the elf wanted to talk about. Frieren had looked remarkably serious for once.
After twenty-five minutes of furiously washing themselves and desperately finding some clothes not ruined by sweat, femcum or seed, Fern and Stark walked into Frieren’s room, looking nervous like a pair of children that was about to get scolded…even though they had no clue what the elf even wanted to talk about with them.
“You came. That was quicker than expected.”
“What is it, Frieren-sama? You looked very serious when you called us.”
“Yeah, it was s-scary…”
In truth, even Frieren had enough. Her infinite patience had been running thin.
“I know what you two have been up to every night. I think the entire town knows it. Even if you’re “keeping it down”, the entire inn had been shaking from your fucking. And I haven’t been getting a full night’s sleep for weeks now. You’re…very loud. Especially you, Fern. You moan as loud as a dragon’s roar. And your huge curves crashing into Stark’s nutsack…with his strength rattling your bed…it would be a miracle if not everybody in this town knew who the suspects were.”
Stark’s jaw dropped as Fern flushed a shade of red that Frieren had never seen on a human before. She tilted her head, a bit confused why Fern and Stark were reacting this strongly. Must be something about humans that the elf didn't fully understand yet…Clearing her throat, unaware of just how embarrassing the subject she was talking about, Frieren raised her finger and pointed at Fern and Stark.
“You two have been fucking on a bi-hourly basis. It’s getting hard to focus even on the most interesting of grimoires…even my patience is running a bit thin. I know your…’libido’ or whatever must be high for some reason, but can I make a request of you two?”
Fern and Stark looked like they wanted the earth to swallow them whole. Especially since even the incredibly oblivious Frieren had known their rhythm of fucking every two hours down to the tea. Stark nearly fainted as Fern sent him an angry glare, daring him to leave her alone in such a mortifying situation. He gulped, more afraid of Fern’s wrath than having to talk about his sex life with Frieren, so he quickly regained himself. His bulge was tremendous as Fern’s massive udders and titanic butt cheeks jiggled and wobbled as she took a steadying breath. Clearing her throat, her purple eyes trembling, Fern put her hand over her heart, unintentionally sinking into multiple feet of sweaty boobflesh as she answered Frieren’s question.
“Y-Yes, go ahead…what is it, Frieren-sama?”
Stark nodded in agreement, paling in shock instead of flushing red like his girlfriend.
“Could you two try and drop your fucking sessions from every two hours to every five hours? I think this would be a good compromise, no?”
Fern’s eyes widened at the request, before she noticed just how horny she was again.
“B-But Frieren-sama…Every two hours was as low of a number as Stark and I could go. If we could, we’d fuck every half an hour…but we didn’t want to be a bother…”
“Y-Yes! Fern needs to drain my balls every two hours at the very least, or I lose concentration! That’s bad for battle!
Frieren put her hand to her chin, pondering about what to do. Her green eyes stared at the nervously sweating pair of Fern and Stark as her gaze sharpened as an idea crossed her mind. Fern gulped at the calculating look inside of the elf’s eyes, one which meant either something very good or something very bad for them.
“I’ve got an idea! But let’s settle into this great inn first. I’ll tell you later after breakfast.”
Stark and Fern nodded, nervous at whatever that could possibly mean.
Following Frieren, the duo went to the resident breakfast area, unaware of how everyone was staring at them, not only because of their hyper proportions, but because of their obvious cause of the night-long breeding session, looks of annoyance, awe, envy, jealousy and appreciation being sent their way.
They stuffed themselves until they were full as Frieren led them back to their inn’s rented apartment. They still had to settle in after all…
Walking behind Fern and Stark to the “living room” area of the inn they had rented, Frieren looked at her student and her companion and began looking down at her own body. Scowling a bit at her chest, the elf looked at Fern’s ass and let out a sigh of relief that at the very least, her own hyper dump truck still exceeded Fern’s in size.
Truly, this trio had been blessed by the Goddess when it came to their obscene proportions of plapmeat…
At a height of 1,50cm, Frieren was the shortest out of the trio. With no dwarf around, the elf had to accept being the tiniest of the group.
Frieren was a petite elf, having her long and silver hair in its usual hairstyle, parted in the middle and tied into two high pigtails. Like all elves, she had large, pointed ears, ears that were wriggling as she compared her student’s obscene curves to her own. Her green eyes shined with all the years she had lived, her beauty nearly superhuman as her thick eyebrows gave her an even cuter appearance. Having been born with a flat chest by most standards, Frieren could only sigh in annoyance at Fern’s blessing of over five feet of sweaty titflesh. Frieren was a bit miffed about this. Her master Flamme had been blessed with tits over four feet in circumference, her fellow elf Serie had boobs over three feet wide, someone like Methode was in a similar ballpark (if not even bigger) and now even her student Fern had the fattest udders the elf had ever seen. Had the elf been cursed of being flat and being surrounded by prodigious bosoms? She didn’t know.
What Frieren could be proud of at the very least were how fat her utterly planetary hyper ass cheeks were. Even if the elf didn't fully comprehend how utterly, obscenely, ridiculously, ludicrously, comically oversized and hyper her giga hyper uber dump truck of an ass was, it seemed like every nutrient she ate went straight to fattening up those fleshy, sweaty, wobbling, jiggling planetoid of hers. With meaty thunderous treetrunk thighs that exceeded in over four feet of circumference each, hips that had been the bane of doorways for over a thousand years with their five feet in width and twin ass cheeks that each carried over six feet of sweaty, blubbery assfat-goodness and have crushed millions of benches, couches and chairs throughout Frieren’s lifetime, there was no doubt that the elf was among the most bottom-heavy individuals to have ever walked the world. She could be proud of that at the very least.
Frieren was wearing the outfit she had gotten most attached to nowadays, consisting of a black-and-white shirt, along with a white jacket tucked into a skirt with a black belt. The sleeves of her jacket ended with large, gold cuffs. Both her jacket and skirt had gold trims along the edges. Over her jacket, she wore a short cape that matches the white and gold theme of her jacket and skirt, and the cape includes decorative, gold accents with red jewels on each shoulder and a high collar that is fastened with a red jewel. Had Fern worn this outfit, the top would have burst from the human’s massive milktanks immediately…(un)luckily for the elf, she was as flat as they came. Frieren was also wearing her usual black tights (which were struggling immensely to contain her gargantuan thighs) as her skirt and cloak did nothing to cover even a tenth of her titanic gigabooty. Her brown boots and pair of gold earrings, with red, teardrop-shaped jewels finished up her looks as every step made her dump truck clap clap clap, rattling the windows of the inn as Frieren walked by.
Just like her master, Fern was also blessed with curves of a similar ludicrous nature. All though for Fern, she could be considered even more blessed as both top and bottom were made of multiple feet of sweaty fuckmeat. No wonder every man she walked by sported a boner within seconds. At 1,64cm of height, Fern was taller than her own master. The young human woman had purple eyes that were slightly nervous of whatever Frieren was planning. Her waist-length purple hair with bangs was worn down as usual with two additional chest-length strands framing her face in a particular hime-style haircut and partially tied back. Ever since being sixteen, Fern had grown to be taller than Frieren and rather hyper curvy. Now at eighteen, the difference in chest size between master and student was even more pronounced. As a result of her mature and calm personality, she wore her stoic expression like usual and rarely expressed strong emotions. Her facial features were characteristic of those from the Southern Lands.
Fern was wearing her most commonly seen outfit, consisting of a long, buttoned white dress with a Victorian top, including even a filled collar and puffy white sleeves. Her top was struggling greatly to contain her five feet of twin globeknockers. She had enough sweaty boobflesh to nurse entire cities as a short person could become lost in the canyon of her cavernous, sweat-filled, sloshing cleavage. Due to a night of fucking and being nervous of what Friere had in mind, the white fabric clung to Fern like a second skin. With her entire body being slightly sweaty from her nerves, the white fabric was slightly seethrough, showing her huge, erect, mouth-filling nipples and arousing Stark next to her to no end, who was constantly glancing at her sloshing milkers. Her buttoned white dress stood no chance of covering her gargantuan assflesh as the fabric clung so deeply to her skin that it disappeared into the five feet deep asscrack of hers. Just like her boobs, Fern’s ass cheeks were a pair of five feet wide and long, giga blubbery uber fat globes of calamity-twerk-inducing sweaty plap-goodness. With her three foot white thunder thighs and four feet wide hips, Frieren, just like her master, was the bane of every surface she sat on. Gluttonous as she was, every sweet she gobbled down only made her tremendous titties, thiccccc thighs and bombastic booty swell more and more. It was clear that both her boobs were trying to counterbalance her butt and vice versa, with both exceeding five feet of sweaty goonflesh. Fern, aside from people like Serie, Methode or Übel, was one of the few people alive blessed with such proportions.
Her black boots looked quaint next to Fern’s ridiculously obscene hyper curves as she left behind her long, black coat. Which meant her slightly see-through, skin-tight, white dress was showing every inch of her sweaty figure to everyone passing by. And it all belonged to only Stark and his monstrous cock. On the back of her head, she wore the butterfly hair ornament Frieren had fitted her. She nervously fiddled with the mirrored-lotus bracelet on her left wrist, one that Stark had gifted her for her eighteenth birthday as her boobs jiggled and made loud slosh slosh slosh sound as her calamitous ass cheeks joined Frieren’s even fatter counterparts in their clap and jiggle cacophony.
Fitting for the man who could call a hyper curvy bombshell like Fern his girlfriend and lover, Stark was a stud of a man. At 1,74cm of height, Stark was the tallest of the trio, giving him ample opportunity to look at Fern’s sweaty tits from above. He had spiky, red hair with red roots as his eyes shined with a friendly orange. He was rather muscular and exuded the strength of a warrior only someone like the legendary Eisen, fitting for the dwarf being his master. Stark was wearing his typical back, sleeveless collared shirt with white fastenings. His extra baggy pants, a necessity for the monstrous hyper cock and balls between his legs, were black in color, just like his boots. He had a white sash around his waist and bandages wrapped around his arms. He left behind his red coat with cream-colored lapels and cuffs as well as his black fingerless gloves, leaving out his muscular arms and sculpted shoulders, something Fern was secretly drooling over as her womb ached at the sight. On his wrist was a silver bracelet Fern had gifted him on his eighteenth birthday as a large scar on his forehead, courtesy of his master Eisen, completed Stark’s look as a warrior.
Unlike Fern or Frieren, who’s hyper proportions were obvious at a glance, Stark wore his extra baggy pants specifically to hide his own obscenity. Even so, the young man had been blessed with the only tool capable of piercing through all the blubbery plapmeat of Fern and actually reaching her tight holes. Between his legs was a behemoth of a cock and even fuller jizztanks that turned the normally expressionless Fern into a moaning, jiggling, shuddering, whorish-sounding explosion of pure ecstasy and pleasure. Blessed with over two feet of hyper cockmeat when erect, a towering pillar of virility, Stark was truly one of the most well-endowed men in human history. Hanging underneath his breeding-monster were two, individually three foot wide balls. Two fat seed-kegs, filled with the strongest, most potent semen imaginable. As such, it would be no surprise if Fern got pregnant soon. A musky, sweaty, vile stench of virility hung around Stark’s crotch at all times, one that got even the normally oblivious Frieren more aroused than expected. They constantly expanded as they gurgled, groaned, glurked and roared, churning up more stud-seed than this entire town could produce in a day.
Finally arriving at their inn’s rented living room, Frieren cleared her throat, wanting to share the idea she had with Fern and Stark as soon as possible.
“So, as I've been sayi–?”
Before Frieren could finish her sentence, Fern pushed Stark onto the couch in the living room and pulled down his pants. Going onto her knees, she opened the buttons of her dress, letting her steamy, sweaty giga cleavage out as Stark’s gigacock, already erect, flopped out.
“Stark-sama, it’s time for your hourly boobjob. I’ve been craving a taste!”
“Y-Yes! Don’t look so intensely though!”
“I’ll crush your naughty dick with my titties~!”
Having been utterly ignored, Frieren realized that both Fern and Stark were lost within their own world. The human pair had created an hourly “draining” session as a compromise for only fucking every two hours if they could. Fern had grown to like the taste of Stark’s jizz and as always, the young woman was a true glutton when it came to tasty stuff she liked. As such, Frieren knew she would have to wait until her student had drained a load out of Stark with her five foot fuck-pillows before she could tell them her idea to give them a lesson about keeping her up at night. Sighing, the elf simply stood there as Fern began to wring her sweaty giga-boobies up and down Stark’s tremendous fucklog!
“You’ve been such a naughty boy, keeping Frieren-sama up while pounding me so viscously~! Let me punish you, Stark-sama~!!!”
“H-How is that my fault though?! NhghgOOurghh!!! Your huge tits feel so gooood~!”
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
Every ludicrous slam of Fern’s sloshing udders against Stark’s pelvis made him appreciate more and more that he was sitting on a comfortable couch, as the impact of these two, pendulus, sloshing and sweaty cock-drainers giving it their all to destroy his breeding-monster made his legs give out! His mind felt like it was melting out of his precum-spurting cockhead as all the mana held within her body only made this even more sensitive. And that was before Fern began slurping on his bulbous cockhead with the gluttony of a starving woman! His head thrown back, he could only watch in awe as her purple eyes stared at him with an untold amount of horniness as she eagerly gulped down his pre-jizz. With this blowjob-boobjob-combo and Fern’s sexy, drawn out, melodic moans, Stark knew that there was no way in hell he could last long. Fern’s suction exceeded what most people could even do as she reminded Stark of a monster with how desperately she was trying to get to his congealed jizz. Both humans were completely unaware as an amused Frieren watched it all as Fern shoved more and more cockmeat down her gullet.
*GLURK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLOP* *SQUELCH* *MWAH* *WHAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *GLURK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *GLURK* *GLORK*
Fern, full of gluttony, quickly and greedily shoved Stark’s fucklog deeper and deeper down her throat as if her life depended on it. It went down into her gullet, through her tonsils, until his cockhead was within her stomach, dumping pre-nut right into her. More than enough dick for multiple women was still outside of her as her beloved pulled back, revealing his spit-slicked cock, before quickly diving back down. She quickly repeated that as she jackhammered her face up and down his monstercock with superhuman intensity. Her many weeks of hourly practice truly showed itself as even Frieren knew that she had struggled to do the same for Himmel. Fern’s face and titanic milkers blurred into noisy, sweat-spraying blurs as she went above and beyond to get a taste of Stark’s thick semen-slurry.
*GLURK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLOP* *SQUELCH* *MWAH* *WHAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *GLURK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *GLURK* *GLORK*
Stark saw stars at the pleasure as his eyes rolled back. His ramming rod was going in and out of her throat multiple times a second as the fat-titted cock demon demonstrated once more just how superhuman a horny woman in this magical world could be. He could only shudder what Fern’s blowjob and boobjob capabilities looked like within a year of dating her, if this was the level of intensity the mage was able to bring out of herself only a few weeks into their relationship. Frieren felt oddly proud of her student. Flamme certainly would be.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLOP* *SQUELCH* *MWAH* *WHAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *GLURK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *GLURK* *GLORK* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLOP* *SQUELCH* *MWAH* *WHAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
GAWLK
Fern gagged on his hyper dick, staring at him in awe and genuine disbelief, as the entire room rumbled and shook. Her milktanks sloshing, she shoved Stark’s bitchbreaker down her throat once more! As if to make his experience even more pleasurable, she funneled mana directly into his balls specifically to make his cum even thicker than usual. The effects were immediate as Stark’s eyes rolled back as an aurora of pure power exuded from his jizztanks. Frieren felt even prouder of Fern for managing to do such a thing. With the whole thing concentrated on his nuts, his orgasm was even more explosive than ever before! The entire inn was trembling.
BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Fern’s intense, focused, purple eyes opened as a truly obscene amount of ball-brew began shooting into her precum-filled stomach. Her stomach quickly filled with heavy, greasy, reeking human jizz as her body did its best to absorb the mana-rich emissions. She creamed herself, squealing as her pussy squirted with such an intensity that pressurized arcs of femcum nearly shredded the wooden floor beneath her apart! Quickly letting go of one of her boobs, she began fingering herself, riding out the cuntgasm receiving Stark’s load had just given her. Seeing such emotion on Fern’s usually expressionless face truly was a rarity.
But even as gluttonous and experienced with Stark’s length as Fern was, there was no way she could swallow the entire unholy load escaping Stark’s breedlog as she pulled herself off his tip with a noisy POP.
As soon as she did so, thick ropes of steaming jizz began splattered onto her heavy udders, coating her tits, hair, ears, face, and entire body in his yellowish-white seed. Fern squealed as the taste and feeling of Stark’s heavy cum on her sweaty skin sent her into the strongest orgasm of her life as she started groping her sensitive megatits to relieve herself. Even Frieren wasn’t spared of the whole process as ropes of human jizz spurted into her mouth, making her eyes roll back as she appreciated the taste. A spare thought of ‘Stark’s load tastes different from Himmel’s…’ crossed her mind as she watched Fern continuing to milk her boyfriend’s nuts.
Stark’s orgasm continued for another untold amount of time. By the time that his flow of semen finally stopped, the entire floor of the room had been coated in a ten inch-deep layer of hyper-virile spunk, as Fern’s excessively energetic hyper titjob had flung his semen even against the walls (and her master standing behind her).
As both Stark and Fern came down from their tremendous high, Frieren, slightly covered in congealed human jizz, cleared her throat and looked at the pair as she spoke.
“So, are you two done now? Ready to listen?”
Both Fern and Stark froze as they realized what they had just done in front of Frieren. They had just done something beyond lewd in front of the elf! Who…didn’t seem to care that much. Frieren simply smiled at the frozen pair as she grabbed Stark by the cock and began dragging him towards the bedroom, not caring that her hand was getting soaked with Stark's jizz or Fern’s drool and boobsweat. Stark could only gape like a fish as Fern nervously followed behind, curious about whatever her master could be cooking up.
“As you can imagine, I’ve thought about what to show you two. So, let me give you two a lesson.”
Frieren pushed Stark onto her bed. He fell onto his back, hyper cock pointing towards the heavens as he froze. He froze even more so as Frieren quickly pulled down her tights and took off her shoes and clothes as she began to mount Stark, who cried out from the sheer weight of the elf’s tremendous hyper ass cheeks. Frieren turned towards the stunned Fern behind her as Stark struggled underneath Frieren’s gigabooty, and pointed at the chair sitting next to her night table.
“I’ll show you how to properly milk your man. It’s taking you way too long to drain Stark, which is why you have to fuck so often. Let me show you how Himmel and I have done it many times.”
Fern nodded, strangely into this lesson. She quickly picked up a notebook and pen, sitting on the chair, jizz still dripping from her plump lips and multifoot cleavage as her huge nipples visibly got even more erect. Leaving the door slightly ajar behind them, Fern waited with bated breath as her master was about to mount her boyfriend’s gigadick to give her a lesson in draining his balls. Stark could only shakily nod when Frieren asked him if he was okay with this lesson as her mighty elven twerklard jiggled with every movement.
“Fern, Stark. Watch and learn. All I am doing now is something I have learned from my time with Himmel the Hero. He has bloated my womb hundreds of thousands of times over the ten years we spent together. Sadly, humans and elves cannot procreate, or we would have had at least one half-elf running around…so no need to worry, Stark. Unlike Fern, I won’t get pregnant from you.”
Thinking this much of the past made Frieren reminisce about Himmel just a tad bit…
Frieren distinctively remembered a particular sloppy, nasty and passionate round of sex with Himmel eighty-seven years ago, when Himmel had been pounding her tight elven pussy doggy style, pulling on her twintails as the human had the sloppiest kiss with the elf imaginable.
She had been limping after this bout of sex for four days straight, if she remembered correctly.
Himmel had been oddly passionate that night after Frieren had been sitting in his lap for the length of a daylong carriage ride for some reason, as her entire sweaty elven assmeat swallowed his entire torso between her planetary cheeks.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *SQUELCH*
“H-HARDER HIMMEL!!! POUND MY THOUSAND YEAR OLD PUSSY!!! PLEASHE~~!!!”
“YOU’RE SOOO TIGHT, FRIEREN!!!! LET ME LOOSEN YOU UP!!!!”
In an uncharacteristically horny action, Himmel had raised his arm and smacked her ass. A loud cry echoed from Frieren’s mouth as his flat palm crashed into her sweaty, blubbery, gargantuan, jiggling, wobbling, clapping gigabutt with the force of a sledgehammer. It would take minutes, maybe even hours, until the full impact of his slap would travel throughout the blubbery-thick mass that was the mage’s dump truck, and knowing her obscene biology, her behind would be vibrating for weeks. From what he had learned from traveling with the elf for many years, she had an undisclosed kink of having her hyper ass played with!
Using her twintails as handlebars, Himmel dug his heels into her massive, mammoth-sized gigabooty cheeks and began pounding her small, elven cunt, destroying any semblance of normalcy of her body as he permanently gaped her snatch like every night these two were alone. Frieren could only look down in disbelief as her stomach punched forward, bulging her gut to such an extent that it was destroying the bed frame in front of them. Flamme had never told her humans could get this big! Her distended stomach bulged outward, stretching her to her limits, Himmel’s cockveins practically visible through her skin. Her definition of “cock” and “man” were redefined by Himmel’s monstercock as he began using her asteroid-like wobble-meat as a trampoline, so he could pound her pussy with as much of his heroic strength as possible! With the immortal life Frieren had been blessed with, she would remember every strike of Himmel’s cockhead against her distended womb for the rest of time!
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *SQUELCH*
He was destroying any semblance of sanity Frieren still had left as uncharacteristically emotional expression came over her face as she was trapped in a never ending cycle of mind-breaking and life-defining orgasms as she squirted pressurized femcum onto the bed and Himmel’s swinging, churning, expanding massive nuts. The elven mage could feel her womb expanding tremendously as massive ropes of custard-thick pre-nut were dumped into her baby chamber. Her new mate (?) and travel companion was genuinely using her pussy and womb as his personal sex toy and she couldn't find it any hotter! Himmel was also occasionally playing with Frieren’s nipples, massaging her meager chest, tightening up her elven cunt even further! Playing with her flat breasts and smacking her planetary ass cheeks was a sure way to make Frieren’s snatch strangle your dick nearly off! And Himmel loved it just as much as he did the woman they belonged to!
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *SQUELCH*
“HARDER, HIMMEL! SHOW ME WHY YOU’RE THE HERO!!! BLOAT MY WOMB!!! COME ON AND TRY AND MAKE HALF-ELVES WITH MEEE~~~~!!!!”
Approaching the point of no return and stun-locked by her words, Himmel began gripping her small waist for further steadiness as he gave it his all to pump his cock even further into her. He was basically folding her in half, making use of Frieren’s short, but curvy build as he bent her over so much that they locked lips, her green eyes crying tears of joy and relief. If the elven mage wasn't ruined and mind-broken already for the rest of her immortal life, as such that only someone of Himmel’s size could ever satisfy her, Himmel had done the impossible and somehow surpassed even that state. Feeling the hero’s cock throbbing and bucking, his nuts expanding and hearing his moans and grunts, Frieren realized he was about to unleash his ocean of heroic jizz inside of her and was only waiting for her permission. Himmel truly was a paragon among men as he waited for Frieren’s agreement to blast her womb full of his human seed again, like he did every night for the last seven years they had been traveling together.
“BLOAT ME, HIMMEL!!!!!!! BREED ME!!!!!!!!”
“HERE IT COMES, FRIEREN!!!!!!”
Deeping his kiss and caressing her head, sloppily tangling their tongues, Himmel bottomed out and let out one of the most impressive orgasms of the night.
*BLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!*
*BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Frieren distinctly remembered passing out and waking back up to Himmel still pounding her pussy as her stomach had cumflated so much that it had overtaken the bed. They had fucked for many more hours that night…
Coming back from her daily Himmel flashback, Frieren smiled down at Stark as both he and Fern, aware of her reminiscing of the hero, waited with bated breath for the elf to come back from her daydreaming. Caressing Stark’s abs, the mage looked down at him with such a wicked dommy mommy look, that both humans were amazed that such a look could even cross Frieren’s face!
“Anyways, this is what I’ll do.” Remembering Himmel pumping her womb full every day, Frieren wondered. “I wonder if Himmel ever liked me the same way…like I did when we made out while he pounded my huge ass…a shame my hypothesis of half-elves was impossible for even him.”
Both Fern and Stark deadpanned at Frieren’s obliviousness to Himmel’s obvious feelings for her. This quickly changed as Frieren took Stark’s cock and balls into her hands.
“Hmm, not bad, Fern. You have chosen a good one. Stark, your roughly Himmel’s size, although his was slightly longer and girthier. You have fatter and fuller balls than Himmel though…I guess this’ll mean lots of offspring between you two. Well, let’s begin with the lesson.”
Stark flushed at the assessment of his own hyper-equipment as Fern looked way too excited for some reason, as if a fantasy was coming true right in front of her eyes. Seeing the incredibly bottom-heavy Frieren above him, with the half-naked, hyper-curvy Fern watching in a chair was making his nuts churn like never before.
“Let me use this spell really quickly to make things even more exciting!”
“Frieren-sama?!”
Fern shouted as her thighs, tits and ass surged up in size, nearly making her dress explode. Frieren scowled at her flat tits as only her bottom half surged up in size too. Stark could only moan as his balls became fuller and fatter than ever before.
“This is a spell that adds roughly one foot to someone’s proportions. It really pumped up Fern and I…and look, Stark’s nuts have gotten even fatter! How exciting! I’ve been itching for a good fuck for over eighty years. No pressure, Stark. You only have Himmel the Hero to compete with.”
Stark gulped, gritting his teeth as his nuts fell more tightly packed than ever before. Who knew that the elf held such a perverted spell in her possession?! Fern quickly regained her footing, having to rearrange how she held her notebook with her now six foot tits in the way. Her now six foot ass nearly smashed the chair she was sitting on as she watched Frieren’s now seven foot ass tower over Stark’s two foot cock and four foot jizztanks, her elven cunt dripping arousal onto his sack.
Immediately going into action, Fern nearly acted like a very excited cuck as she already began to take notes as Frieren’s wall of assflesh hovered over Stark’s slutslayer, her elven pussy kissing his cockhead. Biting her lips, Frieren wriggled her wide hips as her green eyes stared into Stark’s orange ones, her fingers digging into his pecs as she let gravity do the job and dropped her many hundreds of pounds of sweaty buttmeat onto his lap!
SSSSSSCCCCHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
The entire inn trembled and shook as Frieren’s giga-ass slammed onto Stark’s legs and nuts, fully covering past his feet everything in sweaty bootyflesh. Only Fern was capable of being unaffected, weighed down by her boobs, thighs and ass as she was. She watched with rabid attention as Frieren, her master, began riding Stark, her boyfriend, to teach her how to milk him more efficiently. Taking notes, Fern drooled as Frieren began a cowgirl riding session of a lifetime!
Frieren’s nearly virgin-tight pussy was speared open by the biggest cock alive as her tremendous ass-weight pulled her down Stark’s shaft. Stark let out a strangled cry as Frieren let out a satisfied hum. Not as quite as big as Himmel, but massive enough to make her feel something. The elf smiled with an unsettling eagerness as her cheeks still rippled from the aftershocks.
“Make sure not to break, Stark. Remember, you’re not my mate. Fern, take notes. The lesson is about to begin.”
“Y-Yes, Frieren-sama!”
Hearing the scribbling of a pen on paper, Frieren went wild.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
With every slam of her mighty, humongous, sweaty, jiggly ass cheeks onto Stark’s lap, the bed underneath them crumbled more and more. Both of them could feel the floor cracking beneath them as Frieren’s once-in-a-millenia dump truck of an ass crashed into his one-of-a-kind nutsack. But she didn't care! They could pay for this afterwards! Frieren was getting to scratch an itch that she didn’t even know she had had after Himmel’s passing. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Fern attentively watching as she made notes by the second.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
With every downwards slam, Frieren’s stomach bulged before her face, her skin audibly groaning from the strain. She knew that if Fern was in her place, the human mage would have been able to give Stark a titjob through her stomach, but alas, the elf couldn't
*PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *SQUELCH* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
“Cum inside, Stark! It's safe! I want to feel it! Human’s can’t get me pregnant!”
Not one to disappoint his Frieren, especially in front of Fern, he bucked upwards as his massive nuts pulled up and gave a mighty clench, before unleashing an unholy deluge of enhanced breed-sludge straight into her distended womb!
BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Gripping her ass cheeks even harder, he came harder than he ever had before, his eyes locked with hers as they not only nutted extremely hard, but inside of Frieren nonetheless! Frieren turned into a squirting mess as she quickly felt herself inflated with heavy seed, her head resting on her tremendous cum gut.
Stark breathed heavily as Frieren turned towards a writing, blushing, sweating Fern.
“Got that, Fern? Let’s try some more rounds so that you fully understand it.”
By the time Frieren was done milking Stark, she had drained more than a dozen loads out of him in a third of the time it would have taken Fern to do so. Certain that her student had understood what had happened, now wearing a condom skirt of beach ball-sized condom balloons, Frieren patted Fern on the head.
“You’ll need to clean up Stark and try doing it yourself. It isn’t hard, as you have seen.”
Unexpected to even Frieren, Fern immediately lost herself to pleasures after a single pounding like normal. Sighing, the elf cradled her cum gut and began reading another grimoire as Fern and Stark continued their breeding session for many hours.
“Looks like they haven’t learned a single thing…”
As to be expected, Fern had turned pregnant. With Stark more virile than ever before, it had been an inevitability. Frieren however had no buns in the oven. If neither Himmel nor Stark could do it, it certainly was a correct assumption that elves and humans couldn’t interbreed.
Laying awake inside of her bed in another inn, Frieren had to let out a sigh at what was happening next to her. Having wanted to give Fern a lesson that she and Stark should fuck less, with all the new hormones of pregnancy, it had done the exact opposite. Stark and Fern were now breeding on an hourly basis.
Now wide awake at 3am, Frieren glanced over to the bed nearly split in twain. She saw the dark silhouette of Fern’s hyper curvy form still riding Stark as the trio kept all the additional feet in hyper proportions from the spell.
Frieren looked up at the ceiling.
“I guess I won’t be getting any sleep until Fern is expecting.”
The elf let out a tired sigh.
“<( ́= ⩊ =`)> “
THE END