Great Maccao's Great Greentext
#12 of HMOMA bottom
>You end up in this position far too often.
>As you struggle to lift yourself off the ground, the Great Maccao lifts his head and punctuates his victory with a piercing howl.
>The lesser Maccao join in, and the deadening cacophony nearly blows out your eardrums.
>A dark red point began to emerge from the slit in his lower abdomen as his excitement grew, signaling his plans for you.
>You weakly try to scurry away on all fours, but the Great Maccao intercepts you and rears up on his powerful tail.
>Before you can move away, he grips your shoulders with his talons and forcefully pulls you against his emerging cock.
>You try to pull away, but he proves his remarkable dexterity by grabbing the back of your head and forcefully pushing your face against the slit.
>He calls out, and the lesser Maccao respond in kind before closing in on you.
>Your attention is split between the rapidly inflating dick in your face and the excitable feathered reptiles rubbing, licking, and nipping at your body.
>One of them bites down onto the waistband of your pants and begins ripping them away, as others start to tear at the seams of your shirt.
>The leader's dick finally reaches its full size, and he begins to screech impatiently at your hesitation.
>Thankfully he allows you a little more freedom to move (probably so that the little ones can more easily undress you), and you take the opportunity to gather your wits.
>The last of your clothing is finally torn away, and the lesser Maccao waste no time in exploring your newly exposed flesh.
>You shudder and bite your lip as their muzzles and tongues hone in on your most sensitive spots.
>Any movement of your hips away from one writhing organ puts you in range of another.
>The Great Maccao presses your face against his member again as his need continues to build.
>The touch alone is enough to earn you a squirt of pre in your hair.
>Deciding to try get this over with as soon as possible, you take a deep, cock scented breath and drag your tongue along the underside of his penis.
>The flavor is incredibly strong, your head swims as his masculine taste overpowers your taste buds.
>His grip softens as you begin to cooperate, you're given enough freedom to more comfortably reposition yourself to service him.
>You look up, and are surprised to find him staring right back down at you.
>He holds eye contact with you as you stroke and lick him, and you're surprised at how stimulating the experience is.
>The lesser Maccao capitalize on your newfound vigor and redouble their efforts to simulate you.
>Several of them roam your torso, abdomen, and neck with affectionate nips and licks, while three of them are focused solely on your undercarriage.
>Two are working in tandem on your genitals, while the third laps away at your rear.
>You yelp in surpise as your anus yields to the pressure, allowing the slick organ to worm it's way inside.
>The tongue thoroughly explores every fold and crevice of your rectum, leaving you a shuddering, panting mess.
>The Great Maccao grunts impatiently, and grips your head with his feet.
>He carefully lines the tip of his cock with your mouth, and you nervously open up to recieve it.
>It slides smoothly past your lips and over your tongue, giving you another taste of his flavorful phallus.
>He holds your head still while rolling his hips, gently thrusting into your mouth with shallow strokes.
>You hold onto his ankles for support and do your best to suckle and massage his girth your tongue.
>The tongues of the lesser Maccao are whipped into a frenzy, the one inside your ass is especially energetic.
>Their ministrations prove to much for you, and you're finally brought to an orgasm.
>Your pleasured squirming and cock-muffled moans seemed to be quite arousing for the Great Maccao, as his thrusting became more energetic and less gentle.
>As the two lesser Maccao who formerly manned your genitals moved up to nip at your stomach, and the third finally pulled out of your ass, the leader reached his climax.
>He pressed as far into your mouth as he could manage, and roared as his throbbing member began to fire his load into the back of your throat.
>You had no choice but to swallow as much as you could, lest you risk drowning in seed.
>Swallowing it proved to be difficult, as it was incredibly thick.
>It felt like warm pudding was being forced down your throat.
>Some of the cum flooded back into your mouth, moistening your tongue with its potent, concentrated flavor.
>He finally relents and pulls out of your throat, spraying the last of his seed into your mouth and across your face, hair, and neck.
>He releases you, and you collapse onto the ground into a puddle of his cum.
>As you lay there pitifully on the ground, desperately gulping down breaths of air, the leader Maccao move in once more.
>Their turgid members and dripping slits make clear their intention to extract pleasure from your abused body.
>You close your eyes and hope they'll be quick, when a loud roar opens them again.
>The Great Maccao steps over your body and screeches the lesser ones back.
>You lay beneath the leader as he squabbles with his minions, and you can't help but notice that his dick is still fully erect.
>Most of the lesser Maccao scamper away, while a few put distance between themselves and the leader and squawk they're annoyance at him.
>He steps astride you, and pushes his muzzle beneath you.
>You squeal in surprise as you roll over his head and neck and onto his back and he takes off at full speed.
>Holding on for dear life as you're carried away into the underbrush, you fear for what sort of further debauchery the Great Maccao has in store for you at your destination.