Chapter 4 - Of Daughter and Mother [Foursome]

Ciri blinked twice as her head wanted to explode; the pain was fresh and slowly waning but still making want to halt existing for an hour or two. She took a deeper breath and raised from the muddy ground, listening to some fine sounds that seemed to come from near her but which's source she couldn't find just yet. 

The dim but pale sky soon turned into the darkened greens and murky waters, the thickets that surrounded her and the muddy ground she could so lovely feel under her. She licked her lips and the bits of wet dirt that stained them - it wasn't bad. Perhaps gritty in taste but certainly swampy, which simply meant good. 

It was then that she decided to turn her head back and find out what these alluring noises were and who, what made them. Her little brain couldn't really attach them to a human but there it was - a finely shaped, athletic but delicate body on top of a few roots. 

Oddly arched across a bigger piece of wood, with some beautiful insect spread across its upper half; with a hand furiously grinding against this sorceressly cunt and with a mouth angrily - but lovingly - blowing the carapaced creature's cock. Ciri watched the raven-haired head bob back and forth, right as she understood where she really was. 

"Sorry, sorry. " She muttered out and turned her pretty face to the left, laying a kiss on an insectoid head; right between those big, bulgy and beautiful eyes of her husband. Her tongue tasted it softly, there was some odd musk on it but then - it tasted good too. "I had to drift away for a while." Her hand stroked the disgustingly beautiful body a few times and then backed off. 

For now her lord was facing downwards with his front and his head so they used this moment to exchange a few fine kisses; the long but thin, juice-dripping tongue met with hers. She stared into his eyes as their nectars were exchanged, slurped her meal and allowed the lengthy thing to enter her mouth. It was just so vile, so pungently bitter and so otherworldly that she couldn't stop herself from letting it in. 

It explored, stained and tasted; it curiously went deep into her throat and brought a few tears into the corners of her eyes. It was as if she choked on something. "Aaaaaah…" She let out the sound as to indicate these old-blood insides were up for taking - all as her adoptive mother's fingers were running so deep and so fast in her ladyparts that a spasmic orgasm shook her body. Orgasm which obviously didn't stop her from ruining her cunt further, her movements didn't stop; swollen lips didn't halt. 

As Yennefer did not stop masturbating to both her lord and her achievement of breaking Ciri's mind, the young monster-slayer clenched her own kisser around the monstrous tongue, all as it slid out and left all these vile contents inside her mouth. She swallowed but happily and then spread these lovely jaws, all to show nothing was left inside. 

It was then that her lord turned around and climbed up the trunk; dragonflies had rather long bodies and these repugnant - but cute - cocks of theirs were locked by the bottom of their abdomens. Lion Cub merely licked her lips and waited till her destined cock will be by the level of her lips, all while resting one of these hands on the wooden trunk and guiding the other to her own cunt. 

It was dripping for that thing. 

She shoved her fingers in and let out a shuddering breath, her insides really were restless for this and her nails made it deep. The young prodigy really felt every inch of her own burning ladyparts and it all was because of this oddly long, pink, slippery and shining cock of her dragonfly lord. 

But it made it before her eyes and more importantly before her lips; there was no reason to wait so she just laid a long, mad kiss alongside it and then smooched across the length, tasting its nectar. Much like it was shining, now so did her lips, covered in transparent, glossy juice that likely didn't have a name yet. 

The whole pink thing was caressed and tasted a few times, right before she went back to the beginning of it and took the whole, inhumanly shaped tip into herself. It rested on her tastebuds - it was the first meeting of a taste she would relish in for the rest of her life. 

Salty and definitely sticky by the urethra - at least till she sucked it clean and then smooched a few more times. It needed to be ready and she wasn't stupid; it was an important time in her life and this cock needed some preparing. 

So she simply began to blow it, run her tongue around it and sometimes stick into the tasty urethra; her hand eventually left the dripping and burning ladyparts to stroke her lord's cock, making sure it will grow bigger and nicer. In the meantime she could see as black spunk erupted from Yennefer's mouth, exploded with a centipedous explosion, making the sorceress shove her fingers even deeper into her cunt. 

At least deep enough to send herself into yet another orgasm. 

It was then that the Lion Cub separated her lips from the insectoid cock; a few strings of saliva stretched between the two lovers but she broke them with her finger. Some kind of manners were still needed. Ciri looked at her adoptive mother, so happy, brain-fucked and acting alike a sow in heat. 

It wasn't a bad idea to share this moment. 

So she just grabbed the insectoid cock with both of her hands, holding it alongside some lengthy trophy and then shoved it deep into her mouth; going so far that it looked as if her maws had no end. A slow, fine ascent up a dick, all till her eyes got teary and till it would be proven that this magical brain-alteration removed her gag reflex. Only when she really couldn't go any further, only then did she back off with these wildly clenched lips and left her lord's cockmeat fully spotless. 

"Let's join them." 

They needed to change position anyway if she was to take this long, odd cock in and joining mom was about the best thing she could do. She just approached these roots Yennefer was spread across and stumbled forth, panting and looking at her madly masturbating mother. Their eyes met for a shortest while, for just a tiny moment, but a second - but that was enough. 

It wasn't long before they found themselves kneeling against each other, squatting unceremoniously in from of another and sharing this moment alike a real mother and daughter - like a family. 

Yennefer's lips pressed against those of Ciri, they merged in a kiss in the middle of a muddy pool. Dark spunk of the centipedous lord leaked out from between their mouths; a fresh load of lovely seed that the sorceress decided to share despite its value. Despite that and despite the burning, vile but yet so delicious taste that would now stain her adoptive daughter's tongue forever more. 

They kissed and they held each other, ran their hands against their breasts and smooched freshly released seed of their lips. All as their insides were spread by their new owners; Yennefer's lovely hole knew the irregular movements that turned her womb into a centipede's egg-dump; Ciri was barely mounted and already learning of the slick, easily sliding and deep-kissing meat that no other beast possessed. 

It was a lovely concert of moans and gushing, moist noises they played and indecent sounds they let out. Their minds were carefully reforged into these breeding, loving animals and by this point the way back was lost. Drowned in spunk. Not even the finest of magical councils could bring them back but then, who would mind? 

Yennefer shoved her tongue into the mouth of new, real daughter, explored it like never before and spread her lord's delicious seed. The young girl had a right to enjoy this deliciously repugnant honey, to feel it burn out her taste buds. Perhaps it was a remnant of her past self that wanted the Lion's Cub maws to lose their taste, so that there would be nothing but sweet nectar for her in this life. Perhaps it was just her wanting to share the finest flavour of her life - this spunk of a mud-dwelling bug. 

It mattered little to Ciri who retorted by sucking on these plump, swollen lips of her chosen mother; she would feel this pillowy nature of both them and of these refined, rosy breasts. Sorceressly nipples would feel her nails, much like this warm, inky seed of another insect would meet her tongue. For all she knew it was some of the finest tastes ever; chunky, almost oily in consistency but then - it likely wouldn't ever be close to whatever her own master will put into her. 

The raven haired sorceress stood covered in the mud and alike a wallowing sow, she found it but a natural, preferable state. Naturally, Ciri's hands were not just pulling or pinching Yennefer's nipples; they also regularly slid down to her already well-used cunt and disturbed it just a little bit more, all as it was being invaded by a spunk-bathed cock of the centipede. 

She naturally was gifted with the same in return, her own cunt felt the touch of her mother - and by the gods, was sorceressly touch accurate and swift. 

Her labia didn't have a second of rest; ever since her flying lord sat on her back and stuffed her with this sticking out, upwards canted cock, since then she knew of rest. Not her breasts, not her nipples pinched between sorceressly nails, not her lips, upper or lower. And definitely not her insides. 

It all was in the middle of this murky, beautiful swamp where no sane person walked for decades; two beautiful bodies drowning in spunk and mud, going at each other while insects took their wombs for their own. A once sorceress joined by her once daughter, this fine and fit set of meat that would doubtlessly bring so many cute little dragonflies to this world. 

Such thoughts really made them turn even wetter as the beauty of motherhood was really something else; Yennefer knew of it and Ciri would just learn. 

Ciri merely left a few more smooches on Yennefer's lips and then backed out, keeping her maws open and allowing spunk-stained saliva to escape them. Their kiss by no means was clean or civilized, a fine amount of juices simply dripped down their chins and into the murk below. 

Some of it was just caught by Yennefer's hand and carefully put back between her maws, all as she continued to push her daughter's loveparts even further. 

Ciri just watched this feast take place inside Yennefer's mouth but focused on the feeling of a wildly shaped, long meat that kept repeatedly kissing her womb. Heralding the coming of the world's most delicious spunk, it was insanely lengthy for such an insect, most of it didn't even leave her hole when the Dragonfly was thrusting. It was just pounding, knocking on the walls of her womb and preparing it for itself. Tenderizing.

It just kept going in and out, so simply and yet sliding against all of her delicate insides. Her loveparts really agreed with her as there was so much juices coming out and dripping onto the wet ground below; they escaped with every pull-out and turned this glaringly pink bug-cock into a shining slab of dickmeat. 

If someone was to look at her from behind, he really would see no more than a massive dragonfly mounting her alike some simple steed, spreading its monstrous wings and almost making her look like an angel. A spunk sharing, insect-breeding, seed swallowing angel between thickets and murky pools, dirty from mud and next to a mindlessly bred sorceress. 

But an angel nonetheless. 

It really felt like this cock wasn't just breaking her womb, it was equally hard on her brain; as if slapping it with every thrust, filling the empty spaces between her thoughts with images of pink cockmeat. Nocks and crevices of her mind were filling with translucent nectar and the overflowing amount dripped out from the walls, no different to the saliva escaping her mouth. 

Her tongue extended out, this of Yennefer did the same, making them exchange even more juices before another kiss followed; badly held and difficult due to bodies that shook back and forth but a kiss nonetheless. Even if their chins were but dripping and stained afterwards, no different to those of feral animals that drank from muddy puddles. 

And they kept invading each other's mouths, all as they were spread and soon moved across mud in twelve different positions. They embraced each other in it, laid one on another, were dragged onto their lords and made to mount them - the sun and the stars above have moved but they remained.

The sorceressly lips clenched around a purple meat and left not a drop of inky precum undevoured, while the maws of the monster slayer polished the cock of her lord and cleaned it of her own juices - however many times he asked of it. 

Eventually they were bred against the old willow, side by side with their hands held by each other; soon they were drooling onto the old bark; so keen on their new life as if there was no old. Shivers and spasms ran across the younger girl's body when her new husband found her womb reshaped, re-pounded into a more fitting form; she knew he was about to fill her in ways that no other thing could - with the love of new life. 

Yennefer but clenched her teeth, aware her lord was about to send her into the dark burrow for yet another month; she could already feel the stench of his nest and how it would be her only perfume for a long time. Squeezed between aged wood and a carapaced body harder than steel, she felt the pressure rising and her nipples being disturbed by the rough surface. 

It wasn't long before she could do nothing but mindlessly whine and moan to the rhythm of her lord; her empty eyes looking at Ciri whose womb was about to be conquered and claimed. At the monster slayer whose buttocks ran red from the hits of insectoid abdomen; it was just Ciri's little hand that soon was extended back and moved onto the Dragonfly's body, aiding it in his thrusts. 

And between thickets and mud, murky waters and high grasses resounded indecent sounds; the shallow breathing, the moist pounding and the whining, the stretched moans of bodies that were no longer to be human. 

Just of cattle. 

And it was cattle that soon was properly inseminated; it was a raven haired sorceress that smiled mindlessly as her loveparts exploded with inky spunk, it was Ciri that clenched her teeth to the near-point of breaking and felt how something entered her. Whole lots of sticky something that grew her belly and gave her a gift, a wonder that she was to nurture and live for. 

She ran heavier and the body below the perky beasts ran rounder. Gently muscled, fine stomach grew to host spunk and to grant it much the deserved warmth; heat of her flesh that gladly would be spent on making yet another Dragonfly Lord, a beautiful soaring and buzzing creation of the marshland. A wonder of a sow's purpose was made. 

Her only wonder and her only purpose. 

Her legs shivered, feeling how the disposition inside her continued; they trembled soon again and made her slide down against the old willow, all as the transparent spunk began and then continued to drip out of her like from a leaky bucket. Her eyes just shot upwards, overtaken by the sensation and now equally empty to those of Yennefer that smiled brainlessly, her puffy, swollen lips still stained with inky nectar. 

And it wouldn't be long after that they would be dragged or made to crawl away, life on swamps didn't allow you to rest just because a chain of orgasms was frying your mind; your mind or whatever was left of it. They had to go, to find their respective nests and remain there until the next cycle. 

Only then they would meet again, enter this orgy again and share the wonder of motherhood, not from necessity but from some remnant of who they once were. They would do so and then another cycle would repeat, again, again, again and again. For however long they would live, sustained by hunted prey and seed of their lovers. 

And they would love it. 


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