Princess Spell Desire


Written by Septia


Onska was bored. She meandered through the castle chambers with her auburn curls bobbing under her tiara. Her steps echoed with each sluggish heave. Her mood obscured by the ballroom dress hiding her gait; a straight back keeping her form presentable above the waist, a pose ingrained within her spine through by the dominion of 'etiquette'. Passers-by saw only a her exterior: a princess on a walk. 
	Laughter burst through a door. Soon followed by an excited bark. Onska halted. This was something etiquette couldn't hide. 
	“Would you stop your infernal racket,” she called out after storming through the door. Inside sat the two princes. 
	“Sis, you are lookin-.” 
	“It is enough I have to hear you fiends pound your meat pins each night, can't I have some peace? Yes, I can hear it, the walls are paper thin.” 
	“Geeze, sorry,” Amid mumbled. 
	“King material, right,” Onska huffed and stormed out.
	The dog arched its head up to the princes. 
	Amid peered onto Ansar. “Has she always been a bitch?” 
	“You would think our big sister would grow out of that teen-angst past twenty-five,” Ansar replied, petting Rex who nestled between them.
	“Think it'll get worse when we ascend the throne?” 
	Ansar shot him a knowing glare. 
	“Stupid question,” he said, then pondered for a moment and held up a piece of chalk, “about time we did something about it.” 


~ 1 ~


“Hraagagh, phaa haaa…” Onska shot awake, gasping with veins of sweat chilling her forehead. Her ribcage was heavy from exhaustion. Moonlight washed her chamber in the night's embrace. That dream… she remembered a pattern of white stripes on the ground, and her room having a door she'd never seen before. It had led up stairs, she'd walked forever, until… a room and… Something in the shadows, talking to her. Promises of fulfilled wishes, of power unbound. Then it consumed her in darkness. 
	Onska shook her head, twisting in bed. She couldn't sit up. The weight on her chest was still present… she brushed up over her torso. The weight was in fact all but a phantom pain… Her palm grazed over sacks of flesh, matching the volume of her head. She peeled the covers off… underneath… laid her bust, magnified beyond her dreams, ripping tears into her bra, and crushing down onto her rib cage. She'd think her bones would snap under the bulk… yet, her arms caresses and brushed along them, weaving warmth through her nerves. Her stiffened spine was massaged in pulses of delight. The princess felt her curls raise. She heaved herself to sit, buckling under the weight that was bearing her crooked. Her bust spilled out and bobbed into her cradling arms. She remembered the shade in her dream… an echo in her thoughts 'power comes to those who indulge it'. 
	Her body shuddered with jolts streaming from the connection of her arms and cleavage, rousing desire through her body, culminating between her legs. She shoved her palms down her crotch, pressing her covers into it, corking these whelming emotions. 
	“Mfrs.” She squirmed at the touch of the fabric to her nethers. She brushed it harder, gritting her teeth and reaching in to roll down her underwear. The blanket was dampened, she felt the moisture through the covers. 
	“Fhhfffs,” an inhale sharp through her nostrils. Onska's eyes darted around the room. Her eyes scanned… book ridges, bottles, lamps, the brass ornaments on her bed poles… all of it was looking so… inviting.
	“Mgmr, w-what is wrong with me,” Onska grunted, having jammed a good handful of the blanket against her crotch, making it slowly disappear between her legs in a murky pit. She heaved herself forwards, staring at the brass ornament, a smooth ball upon an intricately carved branch… it called to her, she could hear it pulse, a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. 


	“Sis, we heard you were up-…” Ansar said, pausing as he saw his sister at the edge of her bed, aiming her looming rear above the bedside ornament. 
	“Amid,” he snickered, “slut's real desperate already.” 


~ 2 ~


 “We couldn't help but hear the moaning of a sow,” Ansar sneered. 
	“The walls are paper thin, right?” Amid added.
	Onska quivered as they entered, locking the door behind them. 
	“Our sister doesn't have to degrade herself with cramming a pole up her ass,” Amid said, as the two slipped out of their nightgowns, “when our cocks can fill that role.” 
	Onska groaned, eyebrows furrowed as she saw her brothers undress, their underwear bloated and stuffed like a pair of melons. It insulted her how they thought they could prance in here with their disgusting, vile… thick, gross, virile, hearty, pulsating…
	Their cocks spooled out over the brim of their shorts like the tentacles of a leviathan, the girth of a bicep and length of a forearm, stiffening and bloating wider as she stared at the engorged members. Her eyes tracing along the pumping veins and the journey of musk riddled sweat crawling over the vascular masts. 
	“Ggns. Gmbs. You freaks,” she huffed out, crawling off the ornament and back onto the bed, dragging out the covers. 
	“Saying you don't want this, sis?” 
	“Shut up and do it,” the sheer reflex of her answer was insulting, but her body rippled as Ansar crawled up on her bed. 
	“If you are uncomfortable, we'll just leave.” 
	“Cram it, right, in there…,” Onska wheezed through here teeth, steaming with rage, “rip my cunt asunder with that bat.” She felt him prod her cheeks with his shaft, dragging it over her buttocks, guiding it from the tail-bone down the crack, electricity surging between her buns as it brushed down towards… 
	“Ansar you disgust mmggeg,” she grunted out as she shoved her rear back towards his pole, “fmmrhgrgwww.” But was then stunned by him shoving harder. -Chhrrlcsj- her vulva pried and creaked open around the prince's knob, the taut slit stuffed to warp out of shape, contorting around the slab of brother meat. Her insides screamed, the silken flesh tattered and imprinted with the texture of her the cock. A splitting ache tore through her spine, leaving her slumping over with her breasts -Bwbngnsbs- smushing onto the mattress which acted as crash pillows to dampen the pain. The odium of her brother's mast entering her, disturbed her physically and mentally alike. Her mind screamed for it to stop and her body rejecting his size with haggard contortions. Yet, it sated a pressing desire, an urge outweighing reason. Her lower body reverberated pleasure, which never went above her navel, half her body aching in pain, the other a sardonic blend of the two.
	“How'sff mms, this, bitch?” 
	“Don't even think about stopping, you fms scum, ram it in there now.” Her wish was granted -Chrlrlsptsh-. The mast burrowed into her cleft, the vagina spreading, broadening round the girth of his mast as it wedged within her in firm thrusts, the conal gaps at the edges of her slit sprawling until they laid flat around the mast, gouged to a circle to mould around her brother's mast.
	“Gnrnkgngng,” she clasped her teeth together, wheezed and steadied herself upwards again, knuckles beaten into the bed and head arched back as the battering ram of a beef bat plunged into her depths, warping her flower's stem to a cock sock. The pleasure rose higher, rippling through her body to combat the pain. Despite both amplifying as Ansar crammed his spit deeper, the satisfaction was intoxicating. The cocktail of sardonic emotions flushed through her upper body, into her chest, and decanting into her, moulding, the sensation swelling throughout… -Bbfmmfpgh- Her eyes snapped open. She felt her nipples burrowed into the mattress, again. She peered down, her bosom engorging, grown past the length of her arms, dipping the full plump milk jugs into the bed – larger than pillows – with their bottoms pancaking under their own bulk. 
	“It felt… glorious. Fmmfs, maphaa,” she wheezed. 
	“Mwmmfs tight bitch, we'll let my cock beat that tension out of you, huh? Crotch's gonna be a slip and slide when I’m done.” Ansar huffed, grabbing his sister's sides to holster himself up, pounding his meat into her. -Shhcsltsh- Her pussy warping and snapping back into its previous form between thrusts, clapping like the flippers of a soaked seal. 
	Amid crawled up front, grasping his sister's face watching her alternate between moaning and glaring, spearing contempt into him. 
	“You feelit grow, huh? I bet you can feel what is feuling in, must be vile to let your brother hump you crashed and beaten. If you want more, you gotta give in to that degrading voice in your mind screaming to get rammed.” 
	She gritted her teeth. Then she launched forwards, burrowing her had into Amid's crotch, lapping her tongue over his balls, suckling the sweat stained skin and feeling her conscious grilled on a pyre of lust. 
	“You are the worst bastards out mffms afmf, and I want more, right now, come on.” She screamed and a bolt tore through her, slumping over again, bouncing back on the buffed bust. Back there… she felt Ansar's cock, pump, broader, thicker. His mast plunged through her birth-canal and pounding it apart like putty. If his cock had been the girth of a bicep, right now it was flexing. She felt her bust swell, wide enough to push up around her arms. She didn't even think, she launched her mouth onto Amid's cock. She chocked on his dong which was crammed into her gullet, swelling out her neck. 
	“Gmgms wmgihha your dicks,” She groaned out, muffled as Amid grabbed the back of her head and ploughed into it. Her lips flaming up in ridges of ache around the bulk that was cramming into her, the pain pounding in her head. “Fmw fmpre maoforhrwa.” She sloughed out around his cock, sucking and drinking down his musk, cramming her face down to his crotch, just so she could scrape her eyes into the crotch, grease and dirt built up there smearing over her forehead. She snorted it up, cramming it against her eyes. The pain wouldn't leave, the sickening thought of her using her brothers this way plaguing her mind. What stung the most being how she couldn't want it any other way, except… more. She knew it was foul, it was disgusting, and deplorable, and it wasn't enough. He legs wrapped around Ansar and crammed him harder into her, plunging his growing cock into her ass, the mast feeling as wide as a thigh, and her pit creaking like meat under the butcher's knife as his cock drilled through her. The sheer bulk crammed in alone obliterating senses and the crucial functions of the nerves within her. Sinews smothered and flattened as his cock steam-rolled her birth canal – razing the chances of her ever conceiving a child – to pave the way into a highway for fat dicking. But it wasn't enough. She suckled down on Amid's cock to the mast and -Shshlrlpsths- let his whole mast spool from her maw, hurling up the arms length of cock meat with a jungle of drool vines slobbing out from her lips. 
	“Harder, more, itffssgm give me more. It is not enough, Ansar, you dickhead, grind my pussy into mincemeat and fry it with your hot dick. Mfmfs and you,” she screamed out at Amid, who was taken aback and, a bit frightened by her demeanor, “while jmmgs, they are still sensitive from growing...,” she huffed out and heaved up her left tit, jabbing two fingers right into her nipple and letting her tongue loll out as she jammed her fingers inside, dipping and ramming in until the teat was raw and sloppy, wedging it open, “I'm gonna jack you off with my milk jug,” she commanded. 
	Amid grinned in satisfaction. Hoisting up her breast to crotch level and -Schhrrlrlght- slamming his cock into the nipple. Her tit warped, bloated with the shape of his cock pummelling through, the pale peach flesh warping wide as biceps around his cock and swelled in a white ache as the shaft pumped thick. 
	“Amamacheey yeahas, pulp my insides till they burst,” Onska cried, massaging her chest against her brother's plunging mast, squeezing it to feel the crotch trunk ram into her, deep enough to knock into her rib cage. It was pounding into her harder. Her chest rippled in flowing droves of fresh blubber as glands and tubes were brutalized into an elaborately fat condom. She felt the creaking of bone ramming her torso and pelvis alike, it crackled through her body and left searing agony in its wake, she bit her lip taut until the blood-flow stopped. 
	“Crush me with your cocks, I need it,” she wheezed. Her face contorted in pleasure, feeling her femurs on the edge of dislodging by the sheer girth of the dicks and her ribcage caving in under her brother's thrusts. It was terrifying, tears streaming down her flickering eyelids, but she wanted it. She hauled up her breast, slumping back and forth between her brothers thrusts. She crammed her nipple into her mouth and sucked, the leaking milk flowing down her neck. Fluids providing a cooling sensation to contrast the raging hot pleasure baking her nerves crispy. Her nipple engorge around his mast, creaking, sprawling, matching his girth as it pumped up thicker, straining through the flesh growing cherry red from the raw battering. 
	“Screw me harder, you worthless cunts, numb me till my ass can just feel nothing fmmfs, but your raging cocks,” she cried out between drinking the leakage from her bosom. 
	Splashes of milk lobbed free as Amid's mast pummelled through. The brothers trading heaves, cramming their masts through her battered meat, feeling her skin contorting and bend to the outlines of their cocks… Until… they both howled. Ansar reached climax a moment before his brother, his mast pulsing broader over the load of liquid lust surging through it. He watched Onska's cheeks constrict along the bulbs of cock juices hosing into her birth-chamber, the spunk steaming hot, boiling the sensitive web of tissue held within like strips of bacon. To which Onska screamed into her chest, cackling in her tsunami of sensations. 
	Amid following suit with his back arching as he ploughed his mast into her tit, globules of fresh spunk seeping inside of her, ballooning the breast lopsided, crammed in tight enough to put constant pressure on her ribs. 
	Onska's ass pained her, brought beyond its limits, aching like old rubber threatening to rip asunder. Yet she bathed in the afterglow, mouth hanging agape and slumping onto her tit, mouth and teats both drooling fluids. The three laid there in a pile, the brothers's panting gradually subsiding. Onska's…rem kept its desperate rhythm. 


~ 3 ~


-Shhrlrlpghts- Ansar tugged his mast free of her insides, the brim warping and melding along his mast as it sloughed out, and was left frozen in the gaping sculpt of his cock’s girth. The rim quivered, bent oval as her pussy lips fidgeted to reach its former shape, yet stuck agape enough to peer inside the wreckage of her birth canal, and the river of spunk pooling out. 
	Her tits didn't fair much better, scrunched up and elongated like a sock, it sloughed around Amid's pole. It slumped down, too weak to keep itself steady, left hanging like crumbled leggings. Pale milk drizzled free and matted into a sprawling splotch on her bed. 
	“Mf, smgpshs m-moremmfg…,” she huffed out between pants. As her brothers sighed and massaged their cocks, rutting her raw had brought some ache of their own. 
	“Mfms, sis, you are a ruined wreck, wit is mfms, grand seeing you squirm, how do you feel?” 
	“Mfms, mmforrhs. You b-bastard give... Fm-me more…,” she huffed out. 
	The princes looked at each other. Frowning. “Geeze you are a lost cause of a slut…” 
	Amid yawned. “Mfm, I am beat. I'll play with you in the morning.” 
	Onska's eyes shot open, peering between them, straining to raise herself from her tit-mattress, all while they scooched off the bed. 
	“D-dicks,… you. C-can't, leave me… I n-need it.” 
	“Yeah, rather let you suffer, till we are ready.” Amid scoffed. 
	“You are on our schedule, bitch, you go the rest of the night to wallow. Sweet dreams.” 
	“Ss-tshop. Cyo-come back and, c-crush my cunt,” She wheezed, reaching out for them, as they disappeared out the door. 


It was excruciating. Onska slumped back in her bed, pumping a bottle into her crotch, a handful other crumpled, lust soaked items laid crumpled beside her. Bottles crushed into sticky shards with wine soaking her insides and lamps mangled into modern art pieces. Her breath rapid, her eyes staring bloodshot into the ceiling. It wasn't enough. 
	“Rrrawrf, afarf.” 
	She gasped. Staring at the canine observing her from the threshold. She hauled herself up, toppling over with her chest plunging into the end of her bed. -Chrlrkkpcht- The bedside sundered, wood splintered into toothpicks under the bulk of her mammeries, fracturing the bedding and creaking the springs under the weight of her chest, so her bed ramped downwards in a slope. 
	“Boy. Here boy, come here,” she beckoned Rex who had retreated from the door. 
	The royal pet dog huffed and whimpered as it scampered inside, coming up to comfort his mistress. He licked over her bulbous breasts and brushed into her side. 
	“Fmmfms ooh Rex, yeah youfmm, you know what I need mfms, please fmm, be a good boy,” she huffed and hugged him close, lowering herself back in bed and spreading her legs, her breasts folding to the sides of her to mimic the motion The canine stared into the cavern between her legs. 
	“Mfms, come pup, I knowf, sm you got a big pole, mommy needs it,” she huffed out, and crammed him closer. 
	The dog seemed confused at first, but his sheathe twitched, and soon, the mast jutted out. 
	“Mfmf, s fyesh, Rex slam me with your cock.” She humped him towards herself, cramming his mast into the gape. She felt it brush along the rim of her pussy, slotting in with nothing to impede it – reminding her of putting on a grownup’s attire as a child. “Mfmfs, I mfm, need more than that, boy mfms, come on…” she huffed, cramming him in tight. 
	The hound steadied onto her, lapping over her chest and humping his knot inside her. It grew, pumped, swelled within, starting to grow thick enough to bend her insides. 
	It wasn't enough. The desires vexed her, shouted, for satisfaction, at the same time her mind was plagued by forcing her dear pup into these… acts. The mental pain feeding the desire, for satisfaction, making it worth it. 
	“Mfmfs come, on now,” she cried through clasped teeth. His mast wasn't nearly big enough. The pup slipped out of her grasp, peering at her, turning its head, leaning in towards the leaking caverns, sniffing. 
	A moment of clarity. “Gmms, you got, the riight idea pup, just, stay, stay…,” she huffed, bending her legs around him… -Chhrlrlpttwwp- With a thrust she shoved the mutt's head into the gape, legs scissored behind him to cram the dog in. Instantly the waves of satisfaction burrowed into her nerves, sharpening her senses to the point of delusion, he was just the right size. “Yes awwws yees you, good boy more… mommy needs, fmf, all of you.” She shook from head to toe, his head just about fitting into the warped clasp of her vagina, and once she shoved his neck through she reached the precipice of her vulva's limits. Arms roved up along her body, starting to pump her fists into her nipples as she shoved the dog into her snatch.
	The pup's paws flailed before they were pinned to his sides. The touch of his matted coat brushing through her wrecked love canal was like a volley of brushes. Her slit warped and contorted around the dog's scurrying form as she pumped him in like a dildo, sleeking his fur with her greasy greed. Her abdomen warped around the dog's form, bulges raising and moulding along the surface, crying out each time he wiggled or bent which plied her pussy out in bloats. “Mfms, g-good dog, yes,” she was in tears again, she didn't know how far she needed him. She could feel him struggle. “Mfms boy, mfms, sorry boy Imfs, wanna let you out… but,” she mumbled, it was not an option, it could never be, ”just a little more, you feel... smfm ssso gwhood.” 
	The yipping and growling laid muffled under the bloats under her abdominals, breath spiking a she reached down between her breasts to cram his rear inside, folding his paws in and stuffing them into the taut depths. The bloat on her body was arching, his squirms vibrating through her, pressure rising in a line from the tip of her snatch up to the center of her chest… she was going to be torn asunder… ruptured in twain. She couldn't sustain holding all of Rex inside her, he was gonna make her burst… 
	“G-gtt, giosng into-to mommy,” she screamed. -Chrlrpsths- and her lips clamped over the dog's legs, hoisting him upwards, inflating her upper midriff, a contorted oval outline of his body crawling and thrashing inside her, with only his tail flapping and swinging out of her snatch, sweeping over her brim and tickling through her clitoris. She felt her cervix warp, mangled around the squirming body, eyes rolling up into her skull, feeling a sensation of levitating the more he scratched and tore into her… -Crrrthcckt-. 
	“Mngrgaaawanwnnff,” she screamed in pleasure. Onska hurdled back to the earth as her walls reflectively tensed, and compressed from lust and tension. -Chrsrpsbtsbs- Everything grew tighter, spiking pleasure and agony to ripple through her nerves as the bloat in her abdomen crumbled with the sundering of meat and fracture of bones -Chrkrkstlt- -Xkkrtch- 
	“Mgma amgmaha,” she huffed louder and louder as she pounded her palms into her gut, hearing the crunches of her cunt contorting and mulching the contents to paste. -Chslslrpth- Crimson trickled out from under her gaping orifice, as the tail fell limp under the crunch of muddy sticks under a wagon wheel -Chrrlstchszxt-. 
	“Mmfhsh amapshaa aahs, gg-gsoood b-boy,” she wheezed, weeping. She didn't hear him bark or growl any more, but she felt all of him so close, her pussy leaking of lust to dilute the floods of scarlet, and her tits streaming with milk, the left tit disgorging the fluids through its sock stretched nipple. Onska gnawed on her lower lip, huffing and kneading her breasts onto her abdomen. She felt the bloat subsiding, congested throughout her cock highway. 
	“Mmfs aims s-sorry you fmm feelt so ggssohd.”
 She struggled to form words, wasting away in tormenting satisfaction. She laid sprawled on her ramped bedding, in a night where sleep would not find her. 


~ 4 ~


Amid quivered as he felt his sister's tongue curl up at his pucker, wedging inside to swirl and suckle through his brim, even as he picked up the pace she was faster, cramming her rear in tight. 
	“Mfmfs aamms, you’re pure filth, Onska,” He huffed out, and shielded his eyes from the first streaks of dawn. She had barged into their chamber chanting how it wasn't enough, suckling their balls and when that wasn't enough eating out their asses. But they had to sate her somehow. 
	“I got just the treat for this deplorable bitch tits,” Ansar said as he watched her breasts dig trenches through the ground as they marched to the stables. 


“Here, sis,” Ansar said as Amid tucked his ass from her face, forehead and lips slathered in sweat, grease and auburn streaks. 
	“We got a treat for you, just through this stable hut,” he said, upon which Onska stumbled up, and pounced onto the wall bust first -Chhrrsthhcgs- the wood sputtered into splinters onto the opposite side, concaving, then she reeled back and slammed in again, her tits breaking through the planks and rupturing the wall open for her to tumble inside. An olfactory wall of boiled bog and liquid tar crashed into her, a wall her chest couldn't burst through, the rot scorching up her nostrils. 
	As the dust settled she saw draped out onto the floor, a stallion… or, what had once been. The beast was, deceased, long gone. Its hide tattered and wilted, boils of pus from sickness of plague riddling its flesh, hooves grown mossy, and through the body she could see white, plump larva, maggots wriggling and out of the carcass. The sight was, abhorrent, and… revolting. She crawled closer. 
	“It was quarantined for its sickness, we thought you might consider it enough to… or… crazy bitch could already be on it like a fly to muck…” The prince mumbled as he saw the princess long since waddled up to the rotted muzzle and throwing herself into the act.
	Onska clutched the horse's head close and planted her lips to it, moaning at the diseased filth radiating from its hide. She licked over its lips, parting its jaw to curl her tongue in andswirl in a french kiss with the carcass. “Yesfmms, I have to hmfms, have more of this.” 
	“So disgusting…”
	“Think sis's enjoying herself, lets let her have this.”
	“Really got to her head, huh?” Ansar responded as the princes left their sister to amuse herself. 
	“Mmfwwm fmam,” she responded, moaning as she licked over the horse's teeth, feeling it brush over holes and flesh that had liquefied to a solvent. She slurped up and swirled it between her cheeks as she humped her body up against the crackling body. Her tongue brushed along the muzzle, sweeping over the different textures of dried and bloated infected meat, biting into the coat and grinding the hairs between her molars. -chhrrlch- Her teeth sunk into a soggy patch and tore the hide off the carcass, chewing into it like tobacco and exposing a writhing colony of maggots weaving along one another and the lime hued sinew of the stallion.
	“Awmwmf yeheushs, ssso fgmmff, foul,” she huffed out in the vitriol smog oozing free from the open wound. She brushed her fingers along the mat of maggots. Some curled up her fingers. She giggled, hugging into the horse as she brushed her hand over her lips, depositing the maggots over her lips to -Scnnrrrlpth- snort them into her nostrils, wriggling lumps worming their way up her nasal bridge before -Shchrhs- crunching and disappearing into her body. 
	She smooshed up against the huge stallion, kissing and lapping her tongue over his coat as she fiddled with the chewed up chunk of hide and -Chstlsp- stashing it into her nipple. Her slit still gaped, wide and sloughing brine over the floor as she waddled to and fro on all fours to tend to the carcass. She was close to vomiting, the utter pungency of the putrefied remains revolting enough to awaken a primal urge to desert, but she needed It, everything. Her tongue stopped as it came to a boil, she breathed heavily over it, leaning in and suckling the bulb, lips clasping in to match its circumference. Teeth gently scraping by it, teasing the skin beneath… 
	-Chrlstu- The boil popped into pus, made clear by Onska's moan as she nestled her face in to nurse the pus from the wound, the surrounding skin of the horse's stomach cratered around her face. She worked her way down the length of the horse. Finding its haunches plush and still warm enough to snuggle into, she pried them open to peek inside. -Shgrkpstsh- She felt a wave of guttural stench billow forth. The horse's pit was congested with raw sewage, the beast unable to quite void its bowels, instead leaving the raw chocolate fudge crammed back there, with little wriggling white spots where the maggots had dug their way through. 
	“Mmff fmms yeas I need its, give me all that muck, you filthy bag of bile,” she huffed out and crammed her face in close, feeling the rump clay brush onto her. The muck moulded over her nostrils as she wrapped her lips around the chunks of putrid horse apples, and began to suckle, vacuuming the bowels of the equine with slobbering -Chhlrpsths- guzzling down the infected filth. Her gullet inflated around the blobs of muck she slurped free out the pit of drying leather. The bile smeared muck into her taste buds, caked in its bowel caramel, but to her it was a sweet, gross, nauseating nougat she filled her stomach with, tongue exploring the cracks and crevices in the congealed slurry along with the writhing critters lodged within. 


The horse's cock was massive, it paled in comparison to what she had stuffed up her ass so far, but she could only imagine what it was like when it was alive. Her tongue crawled along the surface, brushing over boils and gradually weakening their surfaces to coax them to -Sbrths- spurt open and paint the sides of her cheeks white and lime in its sickly gel. Hollowed pits riddled the length, which her tongue explored as it roamed past, now and again a maggot crawled out to the surface which she swabbed in saliva and would invite out, brushing it towards the open air until she could chomp her teeth around it. -Chhrrncnh- Gnawing on the maggot to mush and smear the pate over her teeth, burrowing her face back into the cock and leaving broad hickey marks all along the shaft. 
	“Mfms, gyou are mfs, still gonna take me for a ride, right?” she ensured, lapping the tip of the sloppy shaft, crouching over the mast and threading it inside of her pucker. Her ass still pinched and eager, compared to the chasm of her vagina. The pit budged inwards, as Onska huffed and focused, forcing herself down on the mast, the brim concaving and -Chhrlpths- swallowing the flare. She nursed the shaft inside of her, bobbing herself back and kneading her breasts to pancake against the ground as she funnelled the diseased, writhing dick through her ass. It grew wider along its base, filled and bloated in fluids like a droplet of honey, -Chrlsrlsth- stretching her rim agape to the bulb, hungry to close over the flesh that sloshed as it plied into her ass. 
	“Mfmfmw afahs yest thas tis thright. You can still rut me, you filthy thing,” she huffed out, pumping herself down onto the mast. Onska groaned as she massaged the bulge it formed in her abdomen as it slugged in and out of her bowels. -Chrlhcs- The mast crinkling like polished liver the more she worked on it, -Chhshts- strains tearing free at the bat of the mast in pink tendrils. Until… -Chhrpsth- Onska's rear pinched shut -Chsrllrpthg- and she rose up. With the rip of soggy stewed bread the stallionhood had been buried in her ass, coming along for the ride as she stood. Severed at its base, sloughed off from its gallant structure, tethers of sinew connecting Onska's rear and the now emasculated carcass. “Mfmfm awahf years,” She howled out, feeling her rear clasped shut, winking as the whole meaty mast sloughed up her tract. “Mfms, mish you are gonna infect my intestines rancid, I am gonna dump diseased muck for weeks, fmfmrfs,” she heaved out, panting and slumping onto the ground, leisurely humping into the ground as she felt the mast plunge further than anything yet…


~ 5 ~


“And you still come back mmf now, did you have fun riding on the pony?” Amid asked as Onska suckled on his ass cheeks and lapped from his trundle to his balls. 
	Her body jiggled each time Ansar plunged his giant cock up her ass. “Mfms, yeshfms yams but you next, gmmd, I need your cock in me,”she huffed out, to which the prince jammed his ass into her face again and let her bathe in the fumes of his winking pucker. 
	“Keep at mgms, it, worship big bro, maybe you'll fmms, be rewarded,” he said and teasingly jerked off his shaft, the same desire feuling her filing up the mast, thicker than his thigh and weighing down the rest of him down under its bulk. 
	“Desperate fm, for dick even while she is being smfs, rammed,” Ansar huffed out and swatted at her ass, his mast plunging into her pit which warped wide around the bicep-wide girth, spread wide enough to clamp in against he mast on each heft forwards. -Cphrhrrtoh- A gale of smog funnelled out of her ass, rippling the brim in fluttering pocks of gas around the cock. -Shchlgtsph- Before long mud begun to chug out of her rear, encasing his mast and sloughing out in the gaps between cock and ass, flowing into ribbons of fudge steaming rot and botched stew pickling the air. 
	“Filthy harlot ffms, can't even keep it inside,” he huffed out as he rammed his mast into her ass, corking up the flow of dung to let it swell and build up in her lower abdomen, only to -Chspttlppsugh- slug out in congealing blobs of raw umber on the withdrawal. 
	“Mfms, she is a disgusting whore, mfms, and I want that ass next…,” Amid mused, casually batting his sister's chest with his mammoth cock, and humping it in the middle of her beanbag breasts. 
	Onska was still weeping, but smiling. A rippling, wicked beam. She didn't understand why she was crying. She only knew she needed more, and if she did as told, her brothers would give it to her, again and again.