Harem Harlot, Part 4
#4 of Lucidum: Harem Harlot
A little bit of a prelude for this one; it actually will be leading into a story i commissioned from the wonderful https://amethyst-mare.sofurry.com, so stay tuned for that!
Lucidum was never quick to rise from slumber after a night of overindulgence. In fact, she had never been quick to much of anything- prone to laborious lovemaking and a slow, passionate build to orgasm, prone to eating a hearty meal of several courses, and prone to lounging in the lap of luxury that she herself had built from the ground up with hard work and dedicated thievery. Now, as she stood before a full-length mirror, admiring her own female body, she was beginning to wonder if she might need to pick up the pace now and again.
It had been months since the stable, and the formerly male raven had been constantly partaking of his newfound taste for...feminine indulgences. Whether down his gullet or in his (or her) ever-wanting womb, the warm glow and knee-weakening sensation of being utterly filled with a man's seed had made the bird a slave to her own senses. As she posed before the mirror, however, it looked like the lifestyle was catching up with her. Her breasts were swollen with milk, which she enjoyed to the hilt (often literally, letting Theo drink from her engorged bosom while he plunged his massive cock deep inside her). That wasn't the problem, however, her belly, once lithe and slender, was beginning to show a bit of paunch, and her backside and hips were starting to fill out, giving her a much curvier, more maternal figure.
It wasn't all fat, of course: a good half gallon of creamy equine cum sloshed within her rounded abdomen, leftover from a few nights ago...but so many cumshots over so many moons had provided Lucidum with more than simple lust-sating, her newfound taste for seed made sure she was well-nourished, and still she supplemented her appetite with cooked foods and real meals, living a life of opulence and luxury, served by a new harem with....skills beyond just the sexual. One such slave had proven quite a cook, and, like anyone who might rise to a station higher than that they were born into, Lucidum, the ever-wanting raven, had become accustomed to upper-class indulgences lest she one day lose her wealth and stolen nobility.
Sighing, she turned around, looking over her shoulder as she gazed at her plump backside and wide hips, blushing. When he had been male, Lucidum had always enjoyed nubile young women and slender strumpets in his bed chamber. But now, completely and utterly female himself, he quite liked what he saw every day, his- or rather, her- supple curves, perky, plump breasts, ebon plumage and gleaming silver eyes, had he met himself when he was male, he would have proposed to her on the spot. If he had left the palace more often, she was certain men young and old would court her. But now, somewhat maternally-cast with what seemed to be much-amplified curves, Lucidum wondered if she would be more or less desirable...and wondered if she even cared. Eyes still on her plush backside, she clasped her buttocks with her smooth, taloned hands, parting her cheeks, gaze drawn to her swollen lips, black flesh glistening with lustful drool, bare of plumage around her feminine entryway. With just that gaze, she felt her clit begin to throb, a silent moan escaping her beak as she thought of how good it would feel to be filled once again...it had been near a week since she last visited the stables....