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The Tehn Street bar is a classy quiet place, a former red-light pub that still has all its plush trimmings. The walls are still lined with velvet, the chairs still have the extra layer of soft over the iron frames for the comfort of two and the back hall behind the stage still has little rooms from the noisy days of private dances. Even with all that watered down, it's still a place that locals go to chill out.

Tehn Street, the calm cloud nine.

The going is slow tonight, even with the haze, even at rush hour--on a Friday. A grand total of five people, three guys and two girls, sit in opposite corners of the bar afraid to acknowledge each other. If there's a party tonight, they wouldn't be the ones to start it. The bartender, behind his bar and stocked like an arms dealer with drinks, lives out the cliché that won't die by wiping the same glass for the past thirty minutes. A battery of diamond-clear glasses sits under the table where his working hands rest. The man wasn't stupid by a longshot, no. The man was desperately stalling the idea of closing early.

The door creaked open at four-fifteen with a wedge of afternoon light spilling in from behind her supple figure. Her eyes were a pair of maple syrup drops, expertly shaded over with milky red mascara. Her hair coiled down her back and shoulders in revers of midnight ink. She pursed whatever forbidden fruit her lips were made from at the bartender and made sure the sucking noise was loud. The sound caught the attention of the other patrons better than the creaking door.

She sashays to the bar; barely swaying her hips since her maliciously curved body exaggerates the slightest moves for her. "Ma'am...," the bartender slips with his glass for a moment and regains it in time to e blindsided. He's faced with her fleshy melons, held back in desperation by an orange cloth that clung by her shoulder. A pair of dark spots hinted the maid wasn't too far from filling some glasses to the rim.

"Mmh, Up here sweetie," she purrs.

The bartender gasps, turns away and smacks at his temple.

"Oh, it's just fine... I'm really quite flattered."

"Uh, what'll ya have?"

The woman sits, drawing her hands up on the counter briefly exposing the supple under-flesh of her breasts. The bartender stares again.

"Hard tea, two shots cream, one shot honey." She licks her lips on 'honey', tuns her hands into her lap and puffs out her chest. Her breath comes out in a low, quiet moan while her drink is prepared by an aroused and nervous bartender. One of the guys in the corner booth gets up and walks to the new woman--she turns to him with a sleepy, predatory gaze topped with a soft, sly smile. She whispers to him:

"So bold, I love it with a boy comes with a fire in him."

The young man grins and takes up a stool next to her, glancing back at his friends who silently cheer on his approach.

"You're new in to Tehn--did you just get into town or are you one of those shy teases discovering--"

"Oh save it and ask me. I'm far too...," she rolls her hands in the air, searching for the right word, "Hasty? For intimate pick-ups."

The young man looks back at his friends again, catching them laughing at how easily the woman shot him down. He turns to her, thinking of fresh lines when he notices the faint gleam between her legs. Her hills and valley are poorly hidden by a cloth that looked the same as whatever flimsy rag passed for her bra. Between it all are her hands--knuckle-deep and shifting slowly to mine oil that flowed onto her stool and down her slender legs. The musk of that creamy sauce was making the kid hard, filling him mind with thoughts that made him lean in for a better look.

A soft moan snapped him out of the stare.

"See something you like? See something you want?"

No sarcasm, no irate chiding, she was seriously asking him if he wanted her. He nodded, dazed from her thickening scent.

"D-do you have a name miss?"

She smiled and brought a juice-and-sweat drenched hand to her throat, a purr on her lips while she spoke.

"It's Crysta~ What about yours?"

"Barnes."

She sucked on her fingers, traces of her slime still dripping off her neck. The both of them turn at a loud clack on the bar--her glass.

"Irish tea, cream and honey. On the house."

Crysta nods, snatching up the spirit and vanishes the soft gold contents in a moment's swill, her eyes never leaving Barnes at her side. The glass snaps back down on the counter, her supple lips part for her tongue and drag the remnants of her drink into her mouth. A cloud of steam hangs in the air as the pink muscle retreats.

"Perhaps you and your posse can keep me company the back rooms? It's been such a long day that I want to make up for it with an even longer night."

She looks past the slacked jaw on the stool next to her at the two drooling half-smiles of his friends. A glance across from them, her eyes star back at a blushing pair of girls, clearly withholding a similar interest overwhelmed by a greater look of jealousy.

"Oh no, I'm not that greedy--we can share them if you'd like," she offers.

The blush on their cheeks burn brighter and the girls turn sheepishly away. For the first time since her arrival, Crysta wilts--her devilish smile shifts fluidly into an innocent and dejected look and then back into the pleasant smile, as sharp and predatory as before.

"Well aren't we a shy pair of nymphs! More for me then," she turns briefly to the boys and looks at the girls over her shoulder, "don't worry, I'll 'cum' back for you when I'm done with them."

The girls turn to face her again, blushing fiercely compared to just moments before. Their look is of arousal and shame of turning Crysta down--all overwhelmed by a nagging intimidation. Crysta leads her small male harem into the privacy of the back rooms. The bartender calls to them.

"Hey, you can have your fun but keep it clean back there!"

Crysta calls back.

"No worries, it'll be like we were never here..."

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The room is small, just barely enough space for five people. The leather couch inside made as semicircle that breaks at the door, its seats have a seeming that leans more toward bed than seat, the rose-red color of it bleeding an erotic taint into everything nearby. Crysta flexed, turned and sat perfectly naked in the center of all this, spreading her legs to the delight of her consorts. They barely noticed the tatters she left of her 'clothes'.

"Well? I'm waiting."

In speaking, she gestures down at herself, down at the glistening hot wetness she presented. The 'o' of her cunt pulsed and flexed as though it were desperately trying to breathe, begging to be filled. The three males scrambled to get their clothes off. She watches them undress, spreading herself wider with her fingers as she noticed how similar they all looked save for a few details. Same pasty white skin, same wavy brown hair parted at the side, same modest muscled bodies.

Triplets most likely.

The one thing that saves them from looking exactly the same are the clothes they're shedding and the color of their eyes.

The first one to mount her, Barnes, has soft brown eyes like her with a modest drive of the hips. The cock inside her doesn't have much girth, being as modest as the thrust that led it in, but she doesn't care. Crysta wants technique, a sophisticated fuck is what she really believes spreads one to the point of aching.

She breathes a voiceless, unimpressed sigh at the thrust, meeting the eager look in his eyes with a glaze of disapproval in hers. Barnes is pissed. He starts slamming into her with all the strength in his hips, fighting against the sudden powerful grasp on his member. Crysta laughs, 'mmm's and 'ahh's more at the struggle than at the boy's effort. She admits to herself it's pleasant but his inexperience is just amusing, too amusing for her to take him seriously.

Barnes gasps, grist his teeth and seizes up all at once from feeling the fleshy vice grip--as though the two fused together. It isn't pain, no, it's more a shock of pleasure partnered with sensory paralysis. With her toy stunned, Crysta sets him on his back and rides him. Her hips and ass make odd motions, spitting and sucking the member in and out of her cunt. Thrusts aren't completely straight, gyrations aren't completely circular and twists tend to be more wild and dance-like.

The boy's eyes screw shut from the sweat beads and stimulation, his jaw twitches into a wide gape for mouthfuls of air, the leather creating under the grip from his hands--all signs of conqueror conquered by his conquest. Crysta makes causal guesses to the boasts made before her arrival, turning her head to look at Barnes' blue and green-eyed brothers, Bruce and Ian, with her hands clasped together over her head and rolling in quick circles for balance.

The two stare back, dumbfounded and drooling equally at her breasts and hips. Eager, impatient and horny, the twins take her by force. Bruce makes her take his dick, a meaty, vein-ridden copy of his brothers down her throat. No thought to the act, she licks and sucks the fouled flesh clean. Crysta tongues under the foreskin and into his cock-slit trying to make him cum. The boy almost pushes back from shock. Bruce clenches himself, resisting the expert draw of whore-mouth.

With Bruce arched into her face and the supple curve of Crysta's ass up to give him proper attention, Ian drives into her. His cock as long and stiff as his brother's his thick and throbbing. She realizes instantly she should've taken Ian first--by her judge of skill, Barnes is a virgin she'd just devoured, Bruce is an intermediate fuck still trying to find his pace and Ian is clearly the satisfyingly skilled lover, A man deserving of her sweaty cunt buried in her ass--she'd already learned a few new spots she could rock n' rumble to thanks to him.

She soaks slathers and slides on the cock under her, a reciprocating roll of hot lovin' while her lips drag n' drink from the male in front of her. She only tastes warm bulging flesh while something sticky and silky runs down her throat. Her claws dig into his ass to pin him pulling away--his moans are more a serenade keeping her nipples stiff. Crysta's breasts are grabbed, squeezed, mauled and milked onto the leather and writhing male as well as her own glossy skin. She wants to turn but she can't, she can't let the cock on her lips go. He demands her attention with bowel-deep thrusts and full-bodied gropes. She bucks enthusiastically onto his meat-staff, rutting and moaning with him while his brothers tire.

Virgin Barnes copies her technique, a skilled imitation with weak thrusts. He arches into her when he cums and she can feel the tingle of his seed splash against her walls. Crysta wants it deeper inside, but she needs to finish. She's so close. The meat down her throat is stiff, struggling to choke but it's still dry. She continues to suck him clean and licks him just right to make him squirm--make him physically beg for her to let him go. Bruce's balls ache from her milking.

She's so very close.

Ian finally weakens, his cream oozes from her ass, he moans while lying limply over her back. Crysta is dissatisfied, her lust morphing into a thick, bubbling, wet, hunger to suck them dry. She looks up at Bruce, her eyes shadowed by her hair and hiding her predatory sensual stare. Her chest presses out into Ian's hands, inhaling Bruce's dick. His eyes dilate and roll back into his head, mouth gaping for a mute wail of pleasure. He can't say what it feels like, can't say that he's melting and buzzed from toe to belly with Crysta's toxic love. He literally became mush--a thick, grain less, fleshy oatmeal that drains down into her throat with his gush of seed. She catches sweat-slicked globs, devouring Bruce's sloppy mass with ease, rubbing what little of him still on her hands into her skin leaving his man muck to wick away like lotion. In moments, the blowjob-loving Bruce is gone, replaced by the modest sagging of her formally toned belly, thick hips and thighs, and fuller breasts and ass.

Her fresh sweaty muffin top rumbles, it's depths hungry for more.

She turns her attention to Barnes, the dissatisfying boy struggling to man up. He works at it, arching his back for deeper thrusts, wiggling his hips in the hopes of grazing that extra sensitive inner flesh and all the while weakly grasping the seat beneath him. His eyes are shut tightly in concentration, a whine ailing from his lips in his strain to last just a bit longer than before. It's a gesture that makes Crysta giggle. Her loins burning for release, she decides to reward his effort. She reaches between her legs to spread herself a little wider, thick sloppy gobs of girl-jelly drools from her into a puddle between them on the couch. She embraces him just as her slut-juice works into his shaft.

Moaning, curling, tossing, thrashing and fucking, his hand clutch desperately at her back and she does the same. Crysta cries out with every loud gurgling squelch while her hips rock and thrust, keeping the wild tremors small and 'manageable'. His jaws lock and his body seizes with his legs bouncing his hips into hers out of reflex.

Crysta breathes a heavy sigh. She was so salaciously soaked, so surreptitiously sizzling and so seriously, sinfully close.

She starts rocking and grinding on Barnes, binning his arms to the scarlet leather before he has a chance to feebly struggle. "It's not fair," her voice comes out in a sickly whisper, her head whipping her hair back in an inky cascade. The boy trapped between her legs expressing pleasure the same way he expressed pain--teeth grit, head rocking and sharp breathing. One would think this dream were a nightmare for him if he were truly asleep. "It's so no fair," her whisper a whine now, slamming her hips into his with that very desperate burning making her fuck relentlessly.

With the woman still bouncing on him, his body glosses and shines with sweat. Soon his sweat-sheen looks unreal, like he's made of plastic, the fluid runs off his body in beads holding the color of his skin. His arms and legs seem noodle-limp compared to the sustained rigor of his member, his mind fumbles as clumsily as his body to make sense of the bolts of ecstasy cutting through it. Her breasts toss themselves and smack into one another hypnotically, rosy lips part to accept a sorely missed gift while her tongue explores and whets them, and eyes smoldering in sky blue draw him to someone familiar in shades. The velvet grip sucks on him and draws him in, milking him until all he can give is flesh.

His arms ooze between her fingers like dough, his body gradually sinking into a puddle of itself as Crysta fucks the part of him barely still solid. "Aahn!" She cums, finally, but the sound of her is like the sound of a woman stabbed more of one the the wind knocked from her--only musical, sweet and with tears of sheer joy instead of pain. Soft slurping, akin to that of someone clawing their way out of a pool of mud, fills the room as the sensually melted male is sucked slowly into Crysta's hungry slit, the splash of fluid from their mixed orgasm and his physical mass pulled in like vaccum-drawn cream. Even his real sweat is drawn in with the sloop of his body, vanishing into the slowly inflating curve of her pregnant belly. Crysta cradles the growing curve, rubbing over the drum-tight sphere, flicking at her outie belly button--the nipple on a massive new breast.

Ian finally wakes, still dazed from the fast rough fucking. He looks about the room and with his brothers gone, he notices the attractive new curves added to the already voluptuous Crysta along with how far she'd ballooned since he'd passed out. He backs away in shock, giving the room another quick glance only to find empty pairs of clothes. "W-what happ--"

"Hush." Her hand covers his mouth, her eyes gaze deeply into his and she whispers, "they weren't enough. Stay with me, just a bit longer" He soothes at her touch, his tension not leaving but slowly redirecting with slick tingling, the long, modestly thick muscle between his legs erects. The veins beneath the skin pulse to a rising rhythm that shade his tip from faint peach to deep crimson. Crysta watches with a delighted smile and traces her hand down from his lips, over his neck, sweeping across his chest and abs only to lightly tease the inside of his thigh with the ends of her talons.

He shudders.

Both her hands repeat the act in reverse, on herself, drawing up the inside of her thighs, accentuating the entrance hidden by the glossy swell of her belly as she rubs and caresses it and her hips. Her left hand stops just under it while the right traces over her out-sticking button, crossing to mount the rise of her left breast to heft and squeeze a drooling scream of milk onto her lover's chest. She blows him a kiss then leans her had back in a low primal moan. Ian pounces on her, pinning by her shoulders. Speared by an expert lover, Crysta squeals and reaches to dig her talons into his back. He coils over in serpentine grace with the muscle of his gut only grazing her in his pace. Crysta throws herself onto him, lifting herself up by his strong back as he drives in. His cock taps light on the flickering grope of her gates, holding back for her sake.

She protests the care.

"Harder," she screams, "Just fucking wreck me!"

His eyes seal shut from sweat, blinding him from the sight of her inflating breast and belly as he's slowly sucked into her body. He nods, driving on with only scent and sound for hint of his progress. He drives on, making her belly slosh, grinding viciously against her walls, breaching her juice-bloated womb. "Aahhn, Ah! Just like that, Just like that! Faster, take me hard!" Her cunny gushes thick gray nectar and adds to the frantic wet slapping of bodies. Crysta's rutting male clasps his lip to her breast and she holds him there with a hand, moaning a little louder from his hungry guzzling. He feels himself melting, knos his body melts even faster by drinking her warm sweet milk, can feel his legs going limp and boneless from the mind-crushing pleasure and just doesn't care. With distant thoughts he suspects went like this before him, drowning like this.

He envies them for taking it first.

Thrusting and grinding with the few working muscles he has left, he cums. The brief whimper-growl begets a whine as he cums again and finally the scream like a dying animal leaves him in his last moment separate from Crysta. She clutches the gurgling white-chocolate mass melted and smeared over her body , a look of depraved satisfaction in her eyes while she bites back mewls of bliss on her lips. Ian's orgasms echo almost visibly on her, making the lewder bits shiver deliciously with the stings of pure feeling.

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Crysta lays twitching on the cough for an hour, enjoying her multiple stolen afterglows while her lover's bodies slowly fused into her thickness and turgid curves. Her look grows gradually grotesque from her fertility-goddess image of moments ago with flab hanging off her form like towels on a rack. She sees herself and is quickly disgusted--until she knits her brows in focus. The rolls of fat on her draw up into her as her limbs thicken, her hair becomes shiner, her eyes change from the soft shade of brown to glittering emerald. In time, she returns to the form she had when she entered the bar, save for a little more cushion in her breasts ass and belly. Sated sexually, another need builds within her. The hunger made the sweet tingle of her quivering quim into a predatory burning. Her thoughts of 'feeding' shifted to the girls still in the bar.

"Mmnh...," she licks her lips, "those to give me a special kind of horny--better prepare something just as special."

She shuts her eyes and buries her hand up to her wrist inside herself. The slow ministrations of her hand and mounting feeling focused on the pulsing nob of her pussy makes it grow. Her clit erects into a member that throbs and twitches with length and girth that rivals the brother's shed devoured. She saunters out of the boot nude, the new appendage hiding her drooling pit as it flops flaccidly against her thighs.

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"It got really noisy back there,"

"Wishing you said 'yes' to her offer, Jen?"

"...A little"

The girl opposite rolls her eyes. "Seriously? All three of those guys went with the sloppiest, scantily-clad whore from concentrate and you want to join them?"

"I hate when you get like this, Cass. Every time you drag me out to places like this you're talking about changing my routine and doing something new and then take everything back when I make my own choices out of the matter."

Cass leans on her right hand while Jen talks, her eyes glaring as her friend's point is made. "That's only because you're making all the wrong choices, I'm making sure you don't get hurt. And just what is 'this' exactly when I'm clearly saving you from--"

"Ahem!"

The two turn to the door leading into the private stalls, 'Crysta' peeking out her head with a broad smile and the rest of her body hidden just around the corner. Her hair hangs slightly tangled from her head. "I assure you both I've had all my shots and am properly spayed... Though my wardrobe could use a little work if your girl here didn't pick up on my friendly vibe." Cass and Jen are stone-faced one minute and red the next. Cass speaks first. "Oh you're friendly alright--skank"

"Cassie!" Jen exchanges hard looks with her friend and twists in her seat to Crysta. "I apologize for my companion--she gets unnecessarily competitive when she's had a few" Jen winks over 'unnecessarily competitive' and just sits comfortably as the girl opposite defends her own honor."I do not," Cass stands in her outburst only to stumble and support herself with the nearest table, "I am not drunk!" Cass blushes fiercely in her challenge to balance. Crysta stifles a laugh. "Ha-ha! Oh, no harm done. I do so love a challenge though--even the easy ones. Jen takes the moment to look from Crysta to Cass and back. "Are you talking about the guy's still in back?" Crysta quickly shakes her head "Nah, they were fresh pickin's. Talking 'bout your tipsy friend."

"What!?"

"No disrespect girl, but you're just a little tight for my taste--You're friend, on the other hand, is fighting six shots and me, I can see it in the way she tries to balance. She's just more wild." She glances over to the still stumbling woman, "Cass right? Hang with me a bit and we'll have some real fun." Cass finally stands on her own but looks even more flustered than before, even a little turned on. "Uh..."

"Please? I promise I'll be gentle--you can even bring Jen if you want."

"What about the three you were with before!?"

"Gone. They all got too tired before I had a chance to finish."

Cass shoots a look at Jen. "Don't glare at me! I said I wanted to go!"

"Cool! I guess that means you two will join me for rounds four and five. I'll see you after you've had time to... prepare."

Crysta slips away without another word, leaving Cass to look back at Jen with a sensual blush hinted with a guilty smile. The look is returned with one of jealousy, eyes critically glaring at her friend while returning the half-hearted smile.

"You go first, Cassie. When you're in the middle of the fun I'll join in, Kay?" Cass returns an affirmative nod and follows the voluptuous bombshell to the private room. She pads slowly down the hall, trying to keep her head through her beer addled mind. Cass was drunk, though most would call it buzzed. She still ended up wobbling her way down the hall, absent-mindedly tugging her top off with a dazed smile on her lips. As highly as she thought of Crysta, Cassie wasn't a girl to sneeze at either. Her breasts were borderline C-cups that were naturally perky but no so much that they looked unreal. There was a slight motherly sag to the way her breasts hung and her nipples, soft mocha in color, were perked and visible the whole time she was in the bar.

Were she being honest with herself, she would have admitted that to Jen that she wanted the triplets to herself as much as she didn't want to share Jen with them. She wasn't picky, just greedy when it came to one or the other. When she wanted girls, she wanted them all for her and was consistently the same with boys. Either none were hers or they were all hers and nothing in between. When she reached the door it didn't matter what she was wearing before, what mattered now was that she was in the nude and her lower body had curves to match the top in proportions that could easily give this 'Crysta' a run for her money. Her face felt hot at the thought, leaving her to lick her lips in anticipation as she pushed open the door.

What she sees on the couch goes far beyond what her mind could handle.

Her labia is spread open and glistening with hot juices, the pathway to her womb gaping just enough for a fine view with the inner lips naturally frilled and framing the scene. Near the top of it all though was a reddish pink pillar wrought with veins and dripping with sweat. It's at this point Cass notices the smell, a potent pungent paradox of musky sweetness and flowery sour--the similarities of the shaft to a clitoris abruptly end. She notices a hand gently tracing upward along the length, tracing a thick strand that had dripped down from the tip that stands out from the rest of the peach-colored staff with it's red mushroomed cap reminiscent of it's vaginal base. Another bulb of pre sweats from the puckered slit from the cap and Crysta's hand catches it on her index and middle fingers, taking the new strand casually into her lips.

"You know, I can hear your heart pounding from here..." Cass finally snaps out of it and really takes in the room, the clothes scattered here and there, the lack of struggle beyond the need to become nubile, the apparent disregard for personal belongings and all of these things return to the simple fact that the woman in the center, easily considered a MILF by her shapely figure alone, is stroking a sizable member jutting from where her clitoris should be. "I-- " Silenced, Cass chokes on something warm and familiar in her throat a sticky warmth hadn't realized leaped from the couch into her lips as she tried to answer and could see that it was what she thought. The member was throbbing, spurting with more of it's seed, some even landing between her breasts.

"Now now, little girls should really relax. Come to mommy, Cassie, dear." Crysta reaches her ams out to Cass, her hands beckoning as her cock and cunt twitch and gape respectively, both dripping with want and anticipation. Cass' eyes roll back into her head slightly, a drool at the side of her lip as she moans willingly, "yes mama..." Her movements are even more sluggish than before and she falls pleasantly into those open arms snuggling and licking at her breast as if they were long lost lovers, Crysta's cock grazes Cass' waiting gash and slurps wetly from between her legs as the girl sits on her hips.

"There there... Mama Sexxus will take good care of you, sweetie."

With one hand, Sexxus, guides her head to a nipple and another lifts the rounded plush ass over her dick. She moans softly, coating Cass' thighs and pussy with hot cum. Cass' squeals at the new warm and wet feeling between her legs and wraps her arms around Sexxus and sucks the nipple in, drinking the thick nectar that oozes out of her and adding to the head that melts through her body. She's lowered slowly onto the flesh-pillar, her hole greased with girl-jelly and cum and as it enters her, Sexxus cums again--her seed coating Cass' walls and spewing out from the edges of her cunt. The both of them moan and shiver, still with another inch of cock left without a slick sweaty encasement.

"More, Mommy,... I want MORE!"

Milk spills out from Cass' lips, dripping down her 'mothers' breast as she demands ravishing, wriggling her hips to get her deeper, her hand reaches back to plumb the neglected slit beneath her own and looks up at Sexxus' face as it twists into a howling smile of ecstasy. She arches her chest into the girl's mouth as she feels her base finally meeting with hips, the slime coating them returning in hisses of pleasure.

"Oh...My God...."

Jenna stares into the room with her mouth gaping at the lust-dripping scene, Sexxus switching her attention to the intruder while her thrall continues to feed. Her hips bounce at the steady rhythm of a heartbeat, Cass sounding short squeals and moans around her leaking nipple. Jenna flinches and moans sympathetically to the first few thrusts she sees before she wanders into the room, her chest heaving in heady breath, licking her lips with anticipation, peeling and throwing her clothes to the chaotic mess around her. She's unable to take the scene and the smells that pervade the room, bearing down on her with a raw atmosphere of lust that so much more than she could ever under stand.

The lust consumes her and she submits herself to it.

The three bodies embrace and rub against each other, running with sweat, moaning grinding and fucking. Jenna matches Cassie in latching onto Sexxus' nipple, dragging her pussy against the smooth broad thigh of the lustful mass that had snared them with it's scent and displays until Cassie convulses. Instead of hugging their mistress, her arms pull back to her sides with the flesh knitting together. She sucks harder, more greedily at the breast until a bulge on her belly grows, slowly expanding as her arms vanish. The tone of her skin seems to bleed into her hair as her body stiffens away from the nipple, her lips closed tightly to keep the thick creamy milk in her mouth, the change in her arms repeats with her legs which sew together with Sexxus'. Her pussy seals to the base of the cock penetrating her as Sexxus cums, stretching her bulge even further.

Cassie finally swallows the milk in her mouth adding to the bulge of her stomach as her features melt away, changing into a massive copy of the cock she'd been riding. The bulge rounds the mass of her morphed body as her head joins with her shoulders into the domed shape of a mushroom, aligning itself at the base of her spine. Her mouth, stretched and opened into a cock slit, drools cum with soft feminine moaning breaths still coming from the flesh-gap. Sexxus massages her new growth, caressing the lump of bone and breast away until it forms a heavy-hanging pair of balls. Jenna, with her lips still drawing milk, glances up at this and groans seductively at the sight. She reaches for her own mound and enjoys the show of final changes, the cock still moaning with Cassie's voice and drool of cum becoming even thicker with the balls under the bulge of her former belly.

Sexxus looses a breathy moan, struggling seductively with the growth, "Kiss it... kiss the tip my sweet, and I'll let you bathe in my seed." Jen nods, takes her last sip of milk, kneels before the tip of the cock, kisses the sweaty, moaning slit and is drenched instantly with hot, thick, stringy, gooey cum. When the first spray stops a loud moan escapes before the next, making the sound the sound a lewd alternating "splrch!, Ahhn!, splrch!, ahhn!", until the mounting pool of cum hid Jenna's feet beneath the surface. Sexxus only watches this new mess while thrusting out her chest, a hand squeezing at the meat of her tits and her lips parted for soft voiceless breath.

Jenna sits with herself covered, rubbing the slick mess into her belly and the space between her breasts, gobs of it dripping from he shoulders, elbows and tits. She shudders from a contact gasm with her mistress and kisses the tip of the still-moaning cock again, this time pushing her face into the maw. Mixed muffled moans escape from the tip as she pushes herself deeper into her combined lovers, the massive cock suddenly flexing to suck the girl in on its own. Jenna doesn't resist, she only relaxes until her body is completely within the vein beneath the massive girl-cock, slowly drawn to the balls at its base. Sexxus moans softly amidst it all in another afterglow, her hands clawing gently into the soft leather supporting her voluptuous body and knowing full well that Jenna is a fresh lover becoming one with her mistress.

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Two hours pass with Sexxus again laying contentedly in the back room, her eyes closed and a hand stroking her thick new third leg that moans in the voices of both the girls she'd absorbed. Instead of devouring them, they'd become her cock and shared flesh, feeling and existence with their mistress. She sit up with a new thought, hefting her appendage in consideration of her next target. "Hungry again...", says touching breasts and digging beneath the weight of her balls, "I wonder if that bartender is feeling left out". She realizes something and looks to the floor--dry and bare of her cum, save for a few drops that ooze out under the door as though the room were tilted in that direction.

Curious, the reincarnated sex spirit follows it out the room stepping carefully so as not to harm herself. The path of the cum leads her back to the bar and she smiles.

"Oh sweetie... I didn't know you were a magician. Come out, play with me and I'll show you some real magic."

"I already know real magic, the question if you can counter it."

"What?"

Sexxus turns in to the bar and sees the bartender, brows in focus, a hand outstretched, and book in one hand bound in what looked like shiny, peach-toned leather. It was then that she realized her body was overcome with a tense pulling on every inch of her body, it pulled her toward the bartender, toward the book in his hand, the book that surged with a sexual aura greater than her own.

"Wha--what is this!? What are you doing!"

"Ending this!", and he began to chant with his breath heaving sensually on each syllable, hissing on ever slithering word as it flowed out of him and drew Sexxus in, reducing her to the cum and fem-juices she'd sucked from every partner she'd lie with, "Hedonai, hedonai...sensa, sensaru, sensarum... Adonis ah Eros,Hermes Ah Aphrodite, Ishtar Ah Ninsun... inari, Inari, IIIINNAAHHRHEEE!". Sexxus form collapsed completely, sexual slime flying through the air. The bartender shouts and drops the glossy book, it's pages opened to a blank end as the fluids land neatly within it's binding. And there in the same pages, an image of Sexxus bearing her name, her past, the effects of her present, and a descriptive means of summoning her.

Quickly, the bartender shuts the book and binds it in curved ivory beads. Looking away he sets it within a safe behind the bar and glances at it's spine before shutting the door of the safe in a definitive slam. Though closed, he could still see the book bound in it's beads, it's cover not unlike the soft flesh of the demon he sealed within it's pages, the flesh of a woman. And holding the book itself clung to his mind, the cover as warm and damp as he'd imagine the clutch of a woman. From this his mind wanders further, into his wants and desires, perversions upon perversions, the power to bend wills on the promise of endless pleasure, the possibilities of what he could summon instead of seal into his book. He shakes it from his mind, everything. He starts for his office, putting space between him and the book saying, "Carnanomicon... Ugh, what a horrible condition for having this bar so cheap! I need to sell this place."