Chapter 58 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The band is caught up in the consequences for the small… large mess that has been made in the adventuring guild's main hall. They are given an unjust punishment for their involvement, completing a highly dangerous and unwanted job hunting a monster in Bharldur castle… Which was of course all to Ellaria's plan. They set off with Violet joining along for the ride as the first ever member of the new Magic Mog band fan club. They make their way through a forest outside Draconica, eventually coming to a valley where Fey gets in a quick breeding session with Riley the octo-girl. Unfortunately things go very wrong and they along with Violet and Kayla go rolling down into the valley before coming to a crashing stop as Riley vanishes.

Now, chapter 58:

Fey was left spread eagled on the grass, arms outstretched as she looked up at the great azure blue sky, towering galleon clouds drifting by above, the warm sun heating her skin in a pleasant way.

If not for having travelled on the most frightening ride of her life before being hammer slammed down on the ground all while cumming her brains out it might have been quite relaxing.

She blinked blearily, breathing slowing as her chest rose and fell.

A face appeared above her, the face of an elven goddess of beauty… no, wait, that was Ellaria. The elf looked down at her with concern, one eyebrow lifting.

"Are you okay Fey?"

"Y-Yes..." she managed to croak in reply.

"I think she came so hard that she broke," said Flora as she floated into view above her. From this angle Fey was given a full frontal view of Flora's puss beneath her skirt, her inner thighs still slick with her arousal. The sight made her cock twitch, somehow already preparing to breed another girl… although her balls really weren't quite so eager having unleashed such vast amounts of jizz so recently.

Fey let out a groan and wiped her hand across her eyes. Then she managed to struggle up a bit, her upper half rising so she could look down at her horse half.

Her cock lay heavily across her barrel, a fat bead of cum wobbling at the urethra before slowly oozing then dripping down to join the small puddle on her chest.

There was... a strange sensation came from her balls and her brow rose as her balls rose up and then after a few moments of struggle Kayla came crawling out from beneath them, the otterkin gasping for air as she flopped down on the grass.

"Your balls are freaking heavy you know!" she gasped between breaths.

Fey bit her lip. The otterkin was lucky, her balls had been emptied so much that they were now smaller than pumpkins. The exhilaration and impacts from riding Riley had led to an enormously powerful ejaculation.

Maybe she shouldn't listen to her instincts so much, that was supposed to have been a nice quick pre-adventure breeding to relax her nerves, instead adrenaline was pumping through her at a mile a minute! Where was the relaxation!?

In fact she had somehow made more than a little mess with her exertions. She looked around in dismay to see blobs of white scattered around the valley floor around her, fat globules of her cum. And in the distance Bharldur castle. As she watched half the tiles on one roof fell off, sliding down then dropping to smash against the cobble far below with a distant clattering shatter. Riley's impact with the earth had created a minor earthquake. Not a good mix with ancient buildings.

"Well, if the monster didn't know we were here before they certainly do now," sighed Ellaria.

It was a mess, and it made the super dangerous scary job somehow even more super dangerous scary.

Fey looked over gloomily at Violet who was examining a blob of cum, poking it with her big toe and watching in curious fascination how the sticky substance clung to her skin, latching on before trying to crawl up her foot, slowly oozing toward her pussy, eager to impregnate her.

"What about Violet, she can't come inside the castle right?"

"Absolutely not. Even if she had any way of defending herself I, ah, would rather not put at risk the band's first ever real fan. Flora, would you kindly arrange the dra- cave silk so that we can access the silk cave?"

Flora grumbled but fished around in her cleavage, pulling out a scrunched up ball of white cloth. She flung it into the air and took hold of it with her power. Fey watched with interest as the silk floated before them and then slowly spread out, Flora pausing a few times as the strange material gave her trouble. The corners pulled apart, stretching the fabric so that it went from a small rectangle to a large rectangle and then a door sized rectangle. A rectangle of white now stood incongruously on the grass like a closed door, the sunlight sparkling off it at certain angles in an almost pearlescent way.

Fey rolled onto her hooves and after a little wobble managed to stand.

"What's this?" said Violet, peering from behind it, her big fluffy red tail shading her from the sun.

"It's what you will be leaving through for the duration of the job," said Ellaria.

"Aw. But I like it here, I like being with Fey."

"Even rolling out of control down the valley?" said Fey in disbelief.

"Oh That was brilliant!" cried Violet bouncing up and down as she looked up at Fey, her chest moving hypnotically with her blouse, "Let's do it again!" Fey almost wanted to for a fraction of a second, her enthusiasm was infectious and her open expression charming, bright green eyes accentuated with a scattering of freckles.

"NO!" cried Kayla, her voice strained "I thought I was gonna freaking die!" She was bent over with hands on her knees, breathing heavy, still recovering from the ride down.

"But it was so much fun! If this is what your adventurers are normally like then you've got to take me on all of them!"

"Absolutely not." said Ellaria. "There is a limit. Now, through the silk. Come on, we haven't got all day and we need to fetch Vivi."

Violet blinked at her in confusion.

Ellaria, impatient and not even sure where to begin explaining the dragon silk, held out a hand.

Violet hesitantly took it and then made a sound of surprise as Ellaria strode through the fabric, watching in alarm as she disappeared then even greater alarm as she was dragged toward it, her feet skidding across the grass as she was pulled inside.

"H-help—"

And then she was gone.

Fey trotted after, waving to the twins now sitting on the grass as she slipped inside.

One moment it was a sunny bright day and the next she was standing in a void of darkness. She blinked as the cool air washed over her, the jump from one environment to the other so sudden that it was jarring and it took her a moment to get her bearings.

Light caught her eye and she turned, eyes going round in surprise as she found herself standing before an enormous cabin with a porch, dozens of flickering lanterns arranged around its outside creating a pool of warm light in the dark. It was a large cabin and even a second floor appeared to be in the process of being built, the upper walls half done. As she watched a tentacle holding a hammer appeared behind the unfinished wall and a plank was slotted into place before with a short sharp single motion a nail was banged home.

"Huh." she murmured. She hadn't even considered doing such a thing with the cave, building a literal building inside of it was… well, genius! With this they would be a few steps from home literally anywhere and… she let out an unrestrained gasp of delight, eyes lighting up with potential. With this she would never ever need to stay at a grotty inn again! No more innkeepers who hated centaurs! No more beds that didn't fit! No more beds collapsing beneath her weight! No more being told to sleep in the stables like she wasn't even a real person!

Vivi was a genius! This was an adventurer's freaking dream!

She could at any time come here and be in private comfort surrounded by her girls and…

She paused. Hold on, this could be more than just an adventurer's cabin. If it became bigger, more extensive, add some larger rooms, some extra bedrooms and bathrooms and Fey could have… a breeding palace. Her mouth watered as soon as the thought crossed her mind. A palace for her to come and relieve herself at any time, a place for an extensive harem, a place where she could ravage puss and make girls scream and cream and fill girls so full they couldn't move all without blocking city streets or destroying buildings and all while on a job.

A little shiver ran up her spine at the wonderful thought, a little slice of heaven, a private secret place for girls to come and be thoroughly bred until they were lying limp and cum drunk and couldn't feel their legs, wombs pumped full of breeding batter and made extremely pregnant. A place for her to relax and breed girls without worry, for what place was more secure and secret than this?

Her cock agreed with the thought, stiffening and slap-slapping eagerly against her barrel. It was almost cute, the idea making it eager.

She smiled at such potential, and stepped forward, going after Ellaria and Violet who were already standing on the porch.

But then she paused. There was something on the ground by the dragon silk curtain. She frowned down at it. It was a square of the silk, about the size of a human fist.

It seemed to have fallen from the curtain, right from the corner judging by the piece missing. Hesitantly she leaned down and picked it up, examining it carefully. Was this from the cowki—

"Fey! what are you waiting for?"

She hurriedly stuffed the tiny scrap of silk in her cleavage and trotted forward, climbing the steps up to the porch.

The cabin was surprisingly skilfully made, although maybe not that surprising considering Vivi's creative hobbies. The railing of the steps up were carved with ornate designs of a horsey theme, and a large pillowed nest hung from ropes from the porch roof to one side, a perfect place to curl up and read a book. She trotted forward and ducked down through the doorway, following Ellaria and Violet inside.

She froze as she looked around. It seemed Vivi had been busy. Very busy. There were rather a lot of, ah, drawings scattered over the walls. One wall seemed to hold a cork-board with sketches for crazy new dildo designs, all of them variations on her own penis, there were even notes for her new four foot length. On the rest of the walls were pinned sketches of Fey, either looking majesticly off in to the distance with the wind blowing in her hair, or to her horror, images of her fucking girls, including lots with Vivi and Wummy.

Fey's cheek descended down a dozen shades of red as she practically glowed with embarrassment. Who the hell wouldn't feel like this with pictures of themselves pinned on the walls, let alone doing… lewd things!

The culprit for this gallery of Fey was standing at the far end of the large room next to a simply enormous bed, a bed large enough to hold a dozen people, or less people and a Fey.

Fey narrowed her eyes at this but decided to ignore it for now, instead focusing on Vivi who was painting a freaking oil painting of all things! She stared daggers as the fox girl moved revealing the thing, an image of herself lying on her back, hair spread gracefully around her, eyes closed as she slept, one hand resting lightly on her midriff… and of course with her enormous erect cock resting across her barrel.

Her lips formed a flat line as she realised that Vivi had rendered her penis in extreme graphic detail while leaving the rest of her more brush strokey and vague.

Vivi turned and smiled even as the tentacles emerging from her pussy added a few more brush strokes to the canvas. She had a bit of blue paint stuck to her fur which she hadn't noticed.

"Captain?"

"We've got a job, or rather we are on a job."

"Really? What kind of…" her voice petered off as she noticed Violet looking around open mouthed at the drawings and the painting. "Who the hell is that?"

Violet turned to her, "I'm the resident ball warmer, or er, that is, Magic Mog's first super fan!"

Vivi stared. "What."

"She's a hanger on that came on the job. That's partly why we're here, to drop her off in safety before we enter the castle."

"This place is all for me?! I'll be alone here, on my own, in this room with all these incredibly erotic drawings surrounding me and complete privacy!?" said Violet as she bounced across the room before flumping down on the enormous soft bed, practically sinking into it like a fluffy marshmallow.

Vivi did not look pleased.

"Is she going to be jilling herself silly the moment we step— wait. Hold up. Hold the fuck up." She turned toward Ellaria and narrowed her eyes. "Did I just hear the C word?"

"...came?"

"NO! Castle!"

"...the job is in a castle, yes."

"A big one?"

"Erm, it's very big, yes," said Fey.

"A really big old castle full of loot? Or more specifically a really big old castle that just might contain a legendary sword forgotten in its depths for centuries just waiting for a destined warrior to be chosen by it all while on an epic death defying adventure to tell over a cold beer at the local pub!?"

"I think you might be setting your hopes a little high," said Ellaria

"Don't care, already set!" said Vivi, flinging her paws out.

Tentacles surged from her pussy, filling the space between her legs and rocketing across the room.

Violet, who had just been getting up, was grabbed up by a tentacle and slammed down on the centre of the bed while a second tentacle picked up a crate and up-ended it, dozens of colourful Fey dildos pouring down onto the yelping squirrelkin.

"Help yourself, we're outta here," said the fox girl as she grabbed hold of Fey and Ellaria and what looked like a bundle of sticks and sprinted through the door.

Fey was nearly decapitated by the door frame as she was bodily picked up and moved outside, her and Ellaria wrapped in tentacles as Vivi ran for the silk curtain and the silk they had emerged through.

Fey finally managed to gather her wits and in a moment of horror realised they were about to go back through the silk curtain.

Which was a problem as she still had the square of silk in her cleavage.

And had absolutely no idea what the hell would happen if silk went through silk.

"Wait! wait! wait! VIVIIIIII!"

Fey scrabbled at her cleavage, desperately trying to grab the silk square and toss it free before they went through, but her cleavage was too large and she couldn't find it!

And then she was hitting he silk and then—

Fey popped back out the other side through the silk door and landed on the grass.

With a face like she'd seen her ghost she checked herself over then scrabbled between her enormous breasts plucking the silk free.

She was fine, and surprisingly so was the square of silk, in fact it appeared as normal, a piece of silk from the curtain… except not from this side, it was a piece of silk from the curtain in the cave.

She wasn't sure what she expected to happen, but stories and rumours of adventurers putting dimensional bags inside of dimensional bags and then having their bodies turn inside out, or creating an explosion blowing up the building they were in were rampant amongst adventurers.

It seemed however that this wasn't quite the same thing. The silk could go through itself and it just… worked?

She frowned at the small square of silk. If the silk could be taken from the cave then why hadn't the cowkins done so? Something she didn't have the answer for.

But perhaps she could get the answer, if the corresponding square of silk this square was attached too was still in the possession of a certain cowkin Queen.

She stuffed it back in her cleavage.

As she had been fretting a stream of bears had started to filter through the silk door. These bears seemed different from Lily's usual bears, hardier, with an almost cocky tilt to their walk, more like a gang than anything, which was accentuated as each of them held knives tied to their paws with string. A good hundred flowed through and added to the cluster of bears supporting Lily, a small bear legion.

As the last came through Flora scrunched up the silk door and stuffed it down her cleavage in a mirror to Fey.

Fey turned to find Vivi looking up at the castle with awe, a swarm of excitable tentacles waving between her legs.

"Sooo… what are we doing here exactly, captain?"

"We are to exterminate a monster, a monster that has killed over two hundred adventurers, a fearsome job that all others at the guild have been afraid to take on."

"You're speaking to my soul, you've no idea how starved and stir freaking crazy for adventuring I've been while trudging through that fucking endless boring goddam forest for days on end with only a good hard fucking to break up the day. And there's a chance to get a magical sword to boot."

"I thought it was a legendary sword."

"It can be both," sniffed Vivi.

The tentacle holding the bundle of sticks moved down and Fey realised she recognised what it was she was looking at. It was the collection of cattle prods that the drakes had used to keep the imprisoned cowkins in line, and also to electrocute her a number of times to her fury.

The bundle came apart as the tentacles each plucked one free, Vivi herself taking two, one for each paw. She lifted them in the air with a vulpine grin as the mess of tentacles lifted theirs around them, electricity crackling at the tips.

Ellaria rolled her eyes.

"You couldn't find a good sword so you're using those misbegotten things? I hope for your sake this monster doesn't turn out to be some kind of stone golem immune to electricity."

"If it is, I'll just beat it to death. Gods I need a real fight, a great warrior like me cannot live without battle, it's like I'm malnourished for violence."

She began stomping toward the castle with cattle prods held out to either side and in a swarm around her.

Fey half wondered if the adventuring starved vulpine was going to single handedly charge down the doors and take on the job alone. She hurried after in case she needed healing.

Fortunately she slowed as the band approached the grand castle, its ivy covered walls looming overhead as they stepped into its shadow. The very air seemed to chill, the sun dimming beneath this green edifice. What was once a verdant summer day taking an almost sinister air.

Fey half expected her breath to come out in puffs, as though the air was wintery.

The abrupt sense of foreboding was of course what had given the fox girl pause.

"Hmm, it seems you've noticed this might not be a normal job. I wasn't joking when I said over two hundred adventurers have died trying to kill the monster that lurks within these walls. Now. Everyone come together. Closer. Good. Now listen. First, tell me, have any of you regained your limit breaks?"

Fey shook her head, as she looked around Vivi and Lily shook theirs too.

"Unfortunate. I won't ask the prerequisite, I know it's often personal. In my case very personal, which is why I also lack my limit break. That leaves our current prowess as adventurers. My fire, Fey's healing, Lily's… armed bears, Vivi's Wummy and uh, some cattle prods, and Kayla who can summon a cum dump, I mean octo-girl."

She looked around at the circle, Magic Mog in all its actually quite nervous about this job Glory.

She nodded. "We'll go in slowly and carefully, using Lily's bears to scout ahead. Fey will stay in the center of our formation and pull back anyone injured to heal. I will take the lead, the moment I see something I'll bathe it in fire, then Flora will hold them down while I bathe them in even more fire, and then even more fire until it's equivalent in temperature to a furnace and the stone is melting. Little should be able to survive that. Fey keep an eye out in case anyone gets accidentally burned, I'll be piling on the fireballs. As that is happening Vivi will be watching our flank."

"What?! I should be the one fighting the monster!"

"Do you really want to stand in the path of my fireballs?"

"Tch."

"Uhm what should I be doing?" said Kayla holding up a hesitant hand.

"Just keep your eyes open and shout if you see anything okay."

"O-Oh."

"Now, Flora. If you would."

Flora cracked her knuckles. "Don't mind if I do."

She turned and lifted her hands. What Fey had thought to be a wall suddenly lurched forward and she realised they had been standing before a great door just hidden beneath the heavy ivy.

With the sound of tearing plant matter the doors slowly ground open, dirt and grass piling up before the bottom edge as the things groaned and creaked wide, a wave of dusty musty air spilling out as the entrance revealed itself and the band had their first look inside, Fey peering over the top of the others.

A grand hall appeared, a very… empty hall. The band hesitantly moved forward, arms raised and ready for anything as they crept below the threshold and entered the shadowed interior.

The only light of the place came from tall arched windows covered in ivy, the green filtering the daylight and giving the interior an almost greenish cast to it, dappled light splayed over the banquet table, cutlery, empty plates, empty chairs, and flagstones, all covered in a fine layer of dust.

The sound of shuffling footsteps and the clack of Fey's hooves on stone was the only sound that filled the space, the atmosphere causing the girls' breath to come shallow as though afraid of breaking the silence.

They slowly crept toward the center of the hall, scanning in all directions.

"Sooo where's the monster?" said Flora, after a few minutes of this.

"We don't know. We don't even know what the monster is as no one has returned alive to describe the damned thing."

A few moments passed while their eyes darted nervously about, expecting anything to launch itself from the shadows or a corner at them. But nothing happened. Flora became fidgety. And then so did Vivi.

The fox girl's cattle prods drooped as her arms started to get tired.

"Okay, fuck this. HEY MONSTER COME FIGHT ME!"

"Shhhh!" hissed Lily, "We don—

BOOM.

Kayla squeaked and nearly fell over on the spot as the huge entrance doors abruptly slammed shut behind them, the light rippling as the dappled ivy shivered under the impact.

"What the fuck…" whispered Flora, eyes darting around trying to see what might have done such a thing.

"Lily, your bears, you should be sending them out," whispered Ellaria.

"Oh, r-right, sorry.'' The otterkin waved a hand in the air as the bears began to move, a few headed toward the door, a few toward one of the hall's exits, a few toward the darkened parts of the hall that received little light, those behind the great pillars that ringed the place.

A noise came from one pillar in particular as a bear neared, the sound of claws on stone.

The band huddled together, turning and staring at the dark corner.

The bear took a step forward, a rusty kitchen knife held in paw, pointed at the dark.

The band held their breath and—

A pale hand ripped from the shadow and shredded the bear into a pile of stuffing in  a flash of movement.

"Damn, the thing was right here?!" whisper-hissed Flora. "Like, in the very first room?!"

"Tempt it out with your bear's Lily," whispered Ellaria out the side of her mouth.

More bears approached the dark corner, waving their kitchen knives in the air.

The thing became agitated and then lunged from the shadows, grabbing up the nearest bear and ripping its head from its shoulders with a hiss.

Fey stared.

"Is- is that a person?"

The thing certainly looked like a human, even wearing the remains of a shirt around their ghostly pale body and torn trousers and long greasy black hair. But then it looked up as Fey spoke and her doubts were laid to rest. The thing's eyes glowed a malevolent red from a shrewd face, its lips lifting in a snarl flashing long fangs ending in razor points.

"Uhh… Captain? You said the previous adventurers were dead… right?"

A look of deep concern had come over Ellaria, a sudden terrible doubt filling her, "I… think I may have made a mistake in coming here…"

Flora turned on her. "What the hell does that mean? What is this thing?!"

"It's a monster okay! One of the few ways anyone can become a monster… A dangerous monster… a… vampire."

"Sounds like a fight worth having!" said Vivi as she stepped forward.

The pale man looked up at her, hissing as its claws curled, about to pounce.

"Careful!"

Too late, the cattle prods crackled with lightning and then with a grunt Vivi's brought hers along with all the tentacled others down on the things head in a heavy blow.

The tips collided, and then a fraction of a second later the thing exploded into half a hundred bats, screaming and flying at Vivi's face, biting and nipping at her sides, chest, at Wummy's tentacles.

"AGHH!" cried Vivi flailing at the air with the prods. A half dozen bats hit the ground dead, but the rest scattered, flying into the air and screeching, screeching loud and long.

Flora stared up at the fifty odd bats charging around the hall as Fey rushed over to Vivi, slapping her hand down on her shoulder and healing the countless bites staining her fur red. The fox girl shot her a thankful look.

"What the hell Ella!"

But Ellaria ignored them, standing apart and looking up at the ceiling, the ceiling shadowed in deep black darkness.

Hesitantly she held out a hand. A small fireball appeared in her palm, the size of a marble, bright. She raised her arm and the fireball shot upward into the distant depths.

The blood drained from Fey's cheeks as the ceiling writhed.

Countless bats stacked meters deep crawled over the ceiling, all silent, all watching them. The light showed revealed and as one they screamed, a deafening roar that made the very air ripple.

"R-RUN!" screamed Ellaria as the literal ocean of bats started to fall.

Fey grabbed hold of Kayla and flung her on her back as Flora shot forward grabbing the great banquet table with her power and ripping it into the air, plates and cutlery and candelabra flying across the flagstones, ceramic shattering as the massive piece of wood launched up into the air, crashing into a tidal wave of bats that fell like torrential rain.

They sprinted beneath the table as the hall behind became nothing but a solid wall of bats.

"I can't fight bats! What is this!" cried Vivi as she ran awkwardly, her legs spread by so many tentacles, all whipping through air and smacking bats down. But for every bat cracked with a cattle prod two more took their place, dodging around the tentacles and latching onto Vivi's body, biting and biting and biting.

Fey got the worst of it, what must have been a thousand bats leaping on her back and crawling over her, the male bats somehow immune to her absorption, Kayla crying out in pain as bats bit and nipped at her.

Ellaria turned her head as she ran and raised her hands, fingers spread, a gatling storm of mini fireballs shooting into the sea of bats, wings shot through, heads made into charcoal, but it didn't matter, it was like trying to shoot rain drops.

The band charged through to the end of the hall and dived through the door, Flora zooming between Fey's legs as the table slammed against the opening, blocking it and stopping the bats from following.

Not that Fey noticed as a drake with grey scales and red eyes lunged from the shadows, latched onto her back with a terrifying hiss and bit down into her back. Fey screamed and twisted, fist flinging out in an instant. Her fist connected and the drake exploded into even more bats that crawled over her body, Kayla couldn't even be seen, she was just a pile of bats!

"Go! Keep moving!" cried Ellaria.

Fey struggled forward, as the others fought off the dozen more pale figures that attacked from the new storm of bats, Ellaria dividing one in half with a massive fireball, the two parts turning into bats as Wummy became a flailing blender of tentacles.

They rushed toward the end of the room where a great wall spanning mirror took up the space. Fey had a moment's glance of confusion as she caught sight of the band in the mirror. In the reflection there were no bats or pale figures, the band were flailing around like insane people fighting nothing.

But that was hardly the reality as a swarm of bats dove down her cleavage to her utter outrage and began nipping at her boobs. With a cry of anger she surged healing magic through herself, a powerful healing bomb, green light glowing from her skin and forcibly ejecting the bats, bats flinging in every direction as their fangs were fired from her flesh, her and Kayla too sitting on her back.

The momentary bubble of freedom gave Fey a chance to gather herself and look around. Vivi appeared to be holding her own as she madly flailed at the air with the cattle prods, Lily was holding her own too, a sphere being ridden by a hundred highly armed bears, a small hill of dead bats surrounded her body.

Flora was struggling greatly, more than anyone else, the sheer number of bats overloading her ability to grip hold of them, able to hold dozens in place, but hundreds more darting past to bite at her, spitting a storm of curse words as she struck at them.

Ellaria was perhaps doing the best of all, a storm of fireballs zooming around her, but even she struggled as the bats dodged and darted in, leaving dots of red on her flesh to Fey's utter outage.

Still they seemed like they might eventually wear the bats down.

But then the table that had been blocking the door was pulled away, two dozen pale figures hauling it aside as hundreds of thousands of bats roared through, a sheer wall of black and ear shattering screeching noise.

Fey looked on, terrified, as the seemingly unstoppable wall of death came at them.

"Through the door! Through the door!" cried Ellaria and Fey turned in time to see a fireball obliterate the heavy door in the room's corner. Flora grabbed Lily up in the air and zoomed through, Fey taking up the rear with Kayla as Ellaria turned to the wall of death, her hair floating as sparks streamed and her eyes smouldered like twin burning coals.

A massive fireball formed, the very air seeming to crackle as the room became super heated.

With a cry the fireball shot from Ellaria's hand, firing directly into the wall,  a cylindrical  tunnel cutting through the sea of bats, cutting through a number of the figures who had been standing in its path.

Despite the hundreds of bats that had been turned to ash however most had seen the fire coming and had darted out of the way, the wall of bats rippling and backing up momentarily as they were forced to squeeze against each other to evade.

Ellaria took the chance, grabbing hold of Vivi's shoulder and hauling her through the door as the bats came on once more. As she stepped through she threw down more fire and a wall of flame billowed up behind and the screech of countless burning bats could be heard as they found their way partly blocked.

She came out into the hallway and to her dismay found the others fighting yet more bats. As she watched a figure formed from bats appeared near the ceiling and with a screech launched themselves at Flora, mouth open wide to bite down.

"Get the fuck off!" cried Flora, flicking her hand at the figure. With a hiss they were slammed violently against the ceiling and exploded into hundreds of bats who immediately dived down on an increasingly infuriated Flora.

"We can't stay!" cried Fey.

"Point fucking taken!" cried back Flora

As yet more bats started to pour through the doors like a wave they sprinted down the hall, bursting out into a living room where they were ambushed by more pale figures, different species, even a dwarven vampire. This time Flora simply held them in place instead of smashing them against the walls and the precious moments where the figures realised what they were doing allowed them to reach the other side of the room, that is before the figures exploded into a storm of bats and escaped Flora's control.

Rooms flicked past, endless rooms, great halls and studies, libraries and bedrooms, the castle was truly vast, and all of it was filled with freaking bats! A few times they tried to drag out the dragon silk and stretch it wide to form an escape route, but in the time it took to do so they were swarmed, the pale vampiric figures grabbing hold of the silk and ripping it away, almost escaping with it before Flora managed to grab it back and stuff it down her cleavage.

The band sprinted down a hall, a literal tidal wave of bats following them with pale figures appearing and exploding apart all throughout the mass. Ellaria shot fireballs over her shoulder like a mad elf, but the bats were only getting better at avoiding and dodging, flowing around the trajectory of her fire like a liquid mass.

The band piled through the only open door and came out into a room, what appeared to be some kind of cellar judging by the number of barrels.

"There's no exit!"

"Look for one!"

Bats were already in the room with them, literally on their heels, and the band slapped frantically trying to keep them off their bodies but all of them were covered in ever more bites and scratches as they ran around the room looking for something, anything.

Kayla stood, looking around, but already she could tell it was hopeless. There was no leaving this cellar and already the room was filling with bats, soon they would be drowning in the things.

They needed help, big time.

"Riley, this is your time to shine, I just know it. That monster magic you showed me has to help us," she whispered.

She lifted her hands up into the air and summoned her summon, the octo-girl.

A small dot appeared in the air above, a small dot that began trickling water and—

"I found the exit!"

Kayla snapped around to see Flora hauling a barrel away revealing a door.

She turned back frantically trying to cancel the summon but finding that once it was started it could not be stopped

"Kayla run!" cried Ellaria as the door was ripped open and the band fled through.

Not knowing what else to do Kayla turned on her heel and ran for it, sprinting across the flagstones with her small legs, which wasn't very fast, she ran toward the door where the rest of the band seen through the door frame, their scared faces looking back at her in shock, seeing the tidal wave of bats about to engulf her.

Ellaria's elven gaze was sharpest and her eyes rose, seeing the small dot of water amongst the storm. Her eyes went very round.

"Kayla what did you do-

FWOOOMPH!!

The room full of bats became instantly filled with a massive cumbelly, bats and barrels all flattened and crushed against the walls, masses of massive womb exploding out from the single point in space, a soft explosion, like a womb bomb had just gone off.

A soft explosion that slammed into Kayla just as she was reaching the door.

The otterkin was unceremoniously picked up and launched into the air, bouncing off Riley's cum belly and catapulted, launching through the door at spectacular speed, tumbling end over end, spinning at high speed as she screamed.

The band watched her pass between them in horror, an otterkin ball fired out of the cellar, past them… and over the railing of what was an abyss of bottomless darkness.

Fey looked on open mouthed as the otterkin flew into the void the door had opened up on, a void so huge that the end of it was lost in the dark, a small ball spinning at high speed flying into the abyss and to certain death.

"KAYLA!" She screamed.

A moment later and pink hair shot past her head, Flora flying out over the void after her, arms out spread as she used her power and caught the otterkin.

For a moment Fey's heart beat again.

But then the dark was not all dark. The dark above descended.

A storm cloud came down on the two girls and they disappeared from sight in a hurricane of bats, a hurricane that started to move away taking Kayla and Flora with them.

"Do something!" cried Fey, helplessly leaning over the railing.

But there was nothing they could do but watch as the bats disappeared into darkness once more, taking Flora and Kayla with them.

"W-we can go around, they must be taking them somewhere to feast on them!" cried Ellaria dashing past the stunned group.

Fey snapped out of it and realised the balcony they had come out on was more like a gallery that seemed to surround this great unending void of a pit.

"Sister!" cried Lily charging after Ellaria. Fey and Vivi followed, running as fast as they could, complete disaster weighing on their minds.

They rushed around the railing, but found it didn't follow the pit all the way, dipping back inside the castle's rooms. They rushed through, room after empty room, no more bats to be seen, Fey healing the band while they moved without stop.

"No no no no!" hissed Ellaria.

When even a band's captain was panicking it was time to be very very afraid.

Increasingly frantic and desperately trying to find a way back to the pit they sprinted through the castle, smashing aside doors, searching, minutes passing, the dread settling about them like a veil.

Two hundred dead adventurers.

And now two more.

Lily's faint weeping could be heard as they raced, and then, and then—

A huge pair of iron doors appeared before them, great scenes of bloody war cast in relief on their surface.

Without hesitation Ellaria ran up and flung them wide.

Light crashed down on them, brilliant bright light like a summer's day as they stumbled through, frantic run coming to a faltering halt as they stared around in shock.

For a moment Fey thought they had left the castle, such was the jarring difference between this room and the last. Bright summer light from tall windows at the end of the hall filled the room as if it was a summer's day, the windows cleared of cloying piling ivy.

There was no dust and debris here amongst the great marble pillars that rose high above. All was clean and tidy with a huge banquet table in the middle of the room, covered in delicate cloth atop which expensive food stuffs had been placed. A scattering of pale people wearing butler uniforms stepped around this, vampires of various species, removing plates and placing new dishes.

The table was empty of diners…

…Except for Kayla and Flora who were sat at it.

Fey stared bug eyed as one of the pale creatures peeled a grape with their teeth and put it in Flora's mouth to eat. She had her feet up and another vampire was giving her a foot massage.

Beside her, Kayla was happily devouring a pudding while a queue of the pale vampires waited beside her, taking away the bowl she was finished with before placing the next in front of her for her to devour. The both of them were spotless with zero bites and wore freshly pressed clothing, dresses that would fit in at an affluent dinner party.

Lily boggled at her sister. "K-Kayla?!"

Kayla lifted a jug of cream and waved it in her direction.

"Come eat! There's lots for everyone!"

"B-but you were dragged off into the dark screaming?!"

Kayla shrugged.

"Yeah, but now I'm here, and hungry. Come eat."

The band approached hesitantly, the doors easing shut behind them.

Kayla and Flora looked… normal? Fey couldn't see anything wrong with them at least.

Flora wiggled making herself comfy.

"You should chill out captain, come relax."

"This is…" Ellaria narrowed her eyes at the pale creatures. "Who is in control here?" She glanced around the room, as though searching for someone unseen.

"Me." Came a voice. Not from around them, but from above.

Fey looked up in surprise. There was a person… standing on the ceiling.

A woman in a red dress seemingly defying gravity was standing above them with one black gloved hand on her hip, as if gravity had been inverted.  As Fey watched she took a step forward, high heels stepping into thin air. She stepped as though on some strange angled surface until she was the right side up and floating in the middle of the hall.

The woman had pale skin, although perhaps not quite as pale as the others, long glossy black hair that flowed around her shoulders as though a master hairdresser had just got done arranging it, and blood red lipstick. She looked down on the band with eyes of red, glowing red eyes and a face of grace and commanding noble beauty.

"How Adorable. Adventurers. My my."

She floated down closer to the ground, still with one gloved hand on her hip. She was a tall woman, easily six foot.

Ellaria narrowed her eyes. "What have you done to my bandmates vampire."

"Please, I prefer to be called The Countess. And it was just a little talk? Nothing more I-

The vampire was interrupted as Vivi stepped forward, tentacles raising around her.

She pointed one of the cattle prods at the vampire, her voice deadly serious.

"Our battle will be legendary!"

Vivi lunged, crackling cattle rods striking or jabbing for the Countess, swift  and carefully aimed attacks from all directions.

One moment the Countess looked absolutely vulnerable and the next her gloved hands were a flash of motion. In less than half a second Vivi was disarmed, stumbling backwards with a cry as though she had been struck, although Fey hadn't seen it happen.

The Countess held the bundle of cattle prods in her hand.

"Does this even count as magic? What trash you wield." She sniffed and the crackling electricity fizzled out. Then the metal of the prods began to deform, curling inward like autumn leaves, the metal crushing down as if a sphere of force was contracting around the things.

With a metallic shriek the bundle shrank dramatically, becoming a rough ball of knotted metal, then further, a sphere of metal, and finally a smooth sphere of steel the size of a fist.

The Countess held it up in her hand.

"Most adventurers try to use lethal weapons against me. It makes a nice change being attacked with something non-lethal I suppose."

She tossed the metal ball to Vivi who caught it and looked down in dismay at the remains of her weapons.

"There there, you don't need to look so upset," said the Countess, floating forward. She brought up a gloved hand and caressed Vivi's cheek. "Come, please, sit for a time, relax and enjoy yourself as my guest."

To Fey's surprise the fox girl's tail started to wag and she hesitantly nodded, stepping over to the table with Flora and Kayla and pulling out a chair.

The feeling of something being wrong increased.

Ellaria took a hesitant step forward.

"A negotiation. For myself and the band to leave. I think we could come to an agreement, perhaps paying for any property damage caused?"

The Countess tilted her head.

"You are a pretty one, like an apple from the garden of a goddess, ripe and crisp just waiting to be bitten into with a crunch of teeth on flesh. For one such as you I am happy to listen to your words. Please, sit for a time." She gestured at the table and Ellaria nodded, pulling out a chair and sitting. She began eating.

Fey stared. Her captain wasn't even looking in the Countess's direction any more.

"C-captain?" came Lily's voice, quavering with true fear.

"Oh don't worry yourself, please come sit for a time with us, it will be lovely, a charming girl such as yourself will be music to our ears I'm sure."

"Uhm, o-okay?"

Lily hesitantly gestured and her bears moved her pulling out a chair as they rotated her body. She ended up sitting on the edge of the chair with her cum belly resting on the floor. Already her bears were leaping onto the table and gathering food up for her, leaping back onto her belly to deliver to her mouth. Any worry was gone from her expression, it was as if Fey and the Countess were no longer there.

"What are you doing to them! Stop!" cried Fey, taking a step forward, her hands forming fists at her sides.

"Ah the last one is always so demanding," said the Countess, the corners of her lips curling in amusement. "But please, join your friends and simply sit for a time."

Fey blinked. Well, now it was being addressed to her it didn't sound quite so bad, in fact it sounded like quite a good idea. They could simply sit and relax, getting foot massages and peeled grapes as they talked their differences out. I mean really, that was just the reasonable thing to do, only barbarians took the adventuring option of fighting to the death.

Smiling blissfully, Fey trotted forward and pulled out a chair. She trotted around in a circle while happily humming and then placed her rear over the chair. Then she sat.

Crunch.

The chair was instantly obliterated and tuned into splinters as her massive horse ass pancaked it onto the floor.

Fey blinked.

"Uh."

The Countess frowned down at her.

"Sit… for a time."

Ah, this was clearly a mistake, that was just a bad chair. She pinged back to her hooves and happily grabbed another chair, swinging her ass and balls over it and more carefully lowering them down.

Crunch.

The Countess's lips formed a flat line.

"Uhm, is this okay? Wait, What am I doing?"

"No, it is most certainly-" she paused and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head.

"Look, just sit very very very carefully for a time."

Fey did as she said, but no matter how slowly and ever so carefully she placed her mass on the chair the thing held up about as well as wet cardboard beneath her enormous weight.

Crunch.

"Oh for god's sake! Bloody awkward centaurs!"

Fey was strangely reminded of all the times innkeepers had complained about her large and unfitting shape.

The thought made her a little irritated, and then a lot irritated.

"Hey, it's not my fault you don't have any chairs suited to centaurs! You're just discriminate- disc rim—"

She paused as reality seemed to set back in. Why the hell was she trying to sit on a regular chair again? Oh.

She shot to her feet.

"Stop mind controlling my band you shitty vampire!"

A flash of anger crossed the Countess's face and she floated down to Fey. A hand shot out, taking Fey by the throat, gripping so hard it made Fey choke, her windpipe completely cut off.

"Do you have any idea of just whom you are speaking to with that mouth of yours?"

Then she began to float upwards and to Fey's shock she felt her body dragged up with it, first her front hooves leaving the ground then her back hooves, leaving her entire massive weight dangling from the Countess's hand. She slapped her hands around the Countess's arm as she felt the bones in her neck creak under the insane strain, desperately trying to support herself as she tried and failed to draw in breath, her face going red as the Countess looked down at her with pure contempt, swiftly strangling her to death.

It seemed like the end, her friends chatting and laughing below as they ate, Fey just by them, slowly dying before their unseeing eyes. As her vision started to darken around the edges, she just hoped the others would get out alive even if she didn't.

A flash of red. Her eyes shot back open as something launched itself from one of the pillars, a ragged scream piercing the air as Violet landed on the Countess like a crazed squirrel with squirrel rabies and began scratching and clawing at her face.

The Countess cried out and dropped Fey, tossing her aside as Violet screamed and scratched like a banshee.

Fey crashed to the ground, crushing another chair and twisting a hoof as she landed.

In disbelief she looked up as the Classless, completely average squirrelkin, went berserk on the terrifying vampire Countess.

For just a fraction of a moment there seemed an impossible hope in Fey's heart.

But then the Countess gripped Violet and dragged her off, holding her out in front, a look of pure fury on her face as she opened her mouth wide and bit into Violet's neck.

"NO!" cried Fey.

But there was nothing she could do but watch.

The Countess drank from the red headed squirrelkin, her body hanging in the vampire's hands, trembling and quivering, a line of blood running from her neck, down beneath her clothes until it was dripping from her bare toes, spat-splattering on the white marble below.

Finally after what felt like an eternity the Countess drew her head back with a gasp, blood running down her chin, the light of satisfaction in her eyes as she dropped Violet like a discarded candy wrapper.

The squirrelkin fell and hit the marble below hard, crumpling limp.

"V-Violet…" whispered Fey, barely believing it, hand half raised.

The girl lay unmoving on the ground, her skin pale from blood loss.

Above the Countess produced a handkerchief and dabbed at her chin and lips.

"It's not often I am caught by surprise." She glanced down at Violet. "Ah. It appears I may have forgotten to hold it back. The change is upon her."

"Wh-what do you mean?" whispered Fey.

But then, she had her answer as Violet's body spasmed, an inhuman gurgling hiss coming from her, convulsing, limbs moving jerkily as she rose from the marble.

A pale face came up, a few strands of her red hair crossing her cheek, a match for her now glowing red eyes.

As she noticed Fey She opened her mouth and hissed loudly, flashing long vampiric fangs at Fey, before darting aside, scuttling under the table and out of view.

There had been no intelligence in those eyes, Violet was as animalistic as all the vampires that had attacked them, a mindless beast, a person became a monster subservient to instinct.

Would this be the band's fate?

Fey struggled to her hooves, breath coming in shaky gasps as she looked over the others, all happily chatting and eating, completely ignorant to what was happening.

Fey turned back to the Countess.

"I- I offer myself to you! I'll give you s-sex in exchange for letting my friends go!"

The Countess paused, the unexpected change of topic knocking her off balance. "I'm sorry, what now?"

"S-sex!"

The Countess stared.

"Look, your creepy mind stuff doesn't work on me so it's the only way you're going to get it."

The Countess looked increasingly confused.

"...Why would I want such a thing, you clearly are unable to do it with others not of your kind at your ridiculous size. I'll be turning your… offer… down."

"But-"

"No."

Fey's shoulders dropped. This vampire Countess seemed mostly immune to the appeal of seeing a giant throbbing and very attractive cock, especially because she clearly didn't think it would be fitting inside anyone other than another centaur.

She racked her mind trying to think of something, anything, to trade, something the Countess might want.

Her gaze drifted over the table to where Flora was, the gnome currently having her breasts oiled by a collection of vampire servants.

On the table was the scrap of dragon silk that Violet had apparently come through while the Countess was strangling her and beside it the magic rectangle thing Flora was obsessed with.

The problem was, it wasn't like she could trade the dragon silk, the Countess essentially already owned it as she had the band under her thrall, which made it useless as something to trade with, and the same went for the magic rectangle.

Fey paused.

Or did it?

She had seen a lot of that cursed thing, mostly because Flora would not stop taking hundreds of images of her penis with it. Because of that she had gotten a sense of how it worked just by seeing Flora use it so many times.

And because of that she knew the vampire would never have seen what it could do.

She trotted over to the table and picked up the rectangle.

With a click of a button the screen went from black to glowing with colour and Fey had to fight down her irritation as she found a picture of her penis set as the background.

But that wasn't the important part, the important part was the grid of three by three dots. What Flora had called the lock on the rectangle. She'd watched the gnome swipe her finger across it enough times now to memorise the pattern, and with it only she knew how to access the depths of this magical marvel.

She licked her lip and entered the pattern, the screen changing and the icons appearing. Going from her memory of watching Flora she clicked the icon that made pictures and an image of what was behind the rectangle appeared.

Truly absolutely insane levels of magic. Flora really shouldn't be using this god like device to take pictures of her penis.

Determined to see her plan though she turned to the Countess, trotted up to her, and clicked the make image button. There was a flash and an image of the Countess's startled face appeared frozen on the rectangle.

"What the fu-

"I have something to trade! Look! Look!"

"What could you possibly have that I don't already, you silly…" her voice trailed off as Fey turned the rectangle to show her the image.

Her mouth fell open in pure shock.

"What dark magic is this…" she whispered.

"Oh it's just the most intricate and valuable magical device in the history of the universe, nothing special," hummed Fey, "A device that a god would quite literally cut off their own leg to possess."

"I haven't seen myself in years…" said the vampire, touching at her cheek.

Fey blinked, abruptly recalling that the vampires didn't seem to have a reflection in mirrors. It could well be true that she hadn't seen herself.

With this Fey could already tell she had her. What vampire wouldn't want a magical device that let them see themselves.

She shifted into full magic rectangle marketing mode.

"Look, if you press this button it goes back to image making, and if you press this button here it becomes like a mirror."

The vampire gasped as her face appeared on the rectangle.

Her hand took hold of it and she angled the rectangle, admiring her face.

"Gods, do you have any idea how difficult it is to apply lipstick accurately without being able to see yourself in the mirror? I acknowledge your kindness in showing me this part of my new device and—"

Fey pressed the off button and the screen went black. Fey was reflected in the blank glass, but not the Countess.

She clicked it on again and the screen with her penis and the dots appeared.

"You tried it before, right? but you couldn't get past this could you? This is a magical locking machine that you need to know the secret to get past and only I know it."

She pulled the rectangle from the Countess's surprised grip and quickly swept her finger over the dots, unlocking the rectangle once more out of view. She showed it to the vampire.

"See! And look, it even has other features!"

"It does more!?"

"Mhmm!"

Fey looked over the buttons. She wasn't sure exactly what most of them did since Flora primarily used the thing to take images of her penis…. Well, she could still show her that the images could be kept…

Hesitantly she tapped the gallery button and a picture of her massive throbbing length appeared drooling precum onto her chest as Flora grinned next to it with her eyes closed, her cheek smooshed against the tip.

A slight blush came to her face.

"Uh, y-you could take lots of images of yourself, uh, f-for keepsakes! N-not just using it solely for uh, p-penis, and, uh, maybe you could take an image of you wearing different clothes and then compare them instead of having to change! It doesn't just have to be penis I swear!"

She swiped her finger across and the next image showed Kayla and Lily and Vivi licking her cock as Flora bestraddled it, her fat puss leaking over the vein riddled length.

Her blush deepend. Did she really have to sell the vampire on the device using these insanely graphic images?

Things only got worse as the next image showed a close up of her length inside of a girl, her pussy stretched paper thin around the immense girth, each bump and vein imprinting through her labia.

"Another centaur?" muttered the Countess frowning at the image.

"Ah, no, that's Kayla sitting over there."

The Countess looked at the image. Then at the tiny otterkin. Then at Fey's vast cock.

"What."

"It's true, look," said Fey, swiping through the next few images. Various images of her penetrating the girls were revealed, their bodies made into cock sleeves around her immensity, and all of them wearing deeply slutty expressions of ecstasy on their faces as they clutched at their bulging bellies, toes curling, fingers claw like.

The Countess licked her lip and swallowed, brow rising at the increasingly graphic displays of centaur sex, in increasingly graphic positions, showing girls getting off harder and harder as they were reamed, and then finally showing them filled with cum, resting on their cum filled bellies, faces showing obscene ahegao expressions as their well fucked gapes steamed in the air.

"Ahem, that is, ahem, uh, q-quite impressive ah—

The next image wasn't an image, it showed moving images, and both Fey and the Countess looked at the rectangle in astonishment.

"How does this thing—Oh wait, it's working?," Flora's voice came from the rectangle. The view pointed down showing her belly tented out just below her breasts with horse cock, her belly button stretched out over the massive shape, her clit seen below standing proud against the log of a shaft penetrating and stretching her body massively.

"Hnff, this is gonna make good material for later, furrrrkkk,"

She slowly eased down, the bulge in her belly rising deliciously slowly, more and more cock entering her body, turning her into a little cock sleeve, her belly bulge touching up against her globular breasts and then parting them, the smooth shape rising up between in the most compelling way, the rectangle capturing every single moment in high definition detail. Fey and the Countess's heads moved toward the screen, mesmerised by the sight.

"Flora! What are you doing!" came a sound through the rectangle.

"Shit!" said Flora, the view jerking.

The moving pictures ended and the screen froze showing a blur of what looked like Flora's boob.

A moment of silence passed.

"Ahem. I may have been a tad assuming in thinking that you, ah, couldn't fit inside a non-centaur. Although I do not quite understand the mechanism I believe I shall be taking up your previous offer."

"Uh? Uh?!" said Fey as she began to lift into the air, levitating from the ground as the Countess gestured at her.

She found herself being flipped upside down and moved over the top of the dining table the others were sitting at before being lowered onto it, plates and drinks being knocked aside or pushed off the table as her horse body came to rest on top of the table.

If the band seemed to find this at all strange they didn't show it, simply continuing to eat and drink around her as though she wasn't there, not even noticing their spilled food. It was like the giant centaur lying in the middle of the table simply wasn't there.

The Countess floated above Fey, glowing red eyes looking down upon her body, upon her enormous horse cock, twitching and bucking, aware that an interested female was above.

At some point the rectangle had left Fey's hands without her noticing and she looked up to see the Countess fiddling with it with her brow furrowed. After a moment came a click and a flash and a "ah!" The Countess looked pleased with what Fey could only assume was yet another picture of her cock. She floated down closer and bent over her length, carefully framing the view through the rectangle, her brow furrowed in concentration. Click. Flash.

"P-Please!" said Fey, feeling quite distressed as the Countess took artful pictures of her cock with her new rectangle.

"Hmm? Oh yes, I must say this is all so intriguing, I can very clearly see the uses. Creating images of carnal union with a choice meal to savour later while alone, a fascinating concept."

"M-meal?!" squeaked Fey.

The Countess waved a hand dismissively, "Vampire slang for a sexual partner."

The way she licked her lips as she looked down at Fey's gently throbbing cock didn't exactly fill Fey with confidence however.

The Countess abruptly glanced at one of her vampire butlers, a drake vampire with pale white scales and red eyes. She crooked a finger beckoning him close. She handed him the rectangle.

"Take this Miguel. Yes, I've already tapped the thing that captures motions, here, just hold it out like so and…"

The Countess floated down on the opposite side of Fey, one elegant black gloved hand coming down on the brutal veined log of a dick as she stuck her tongue out and like a cat, licked across Fey's medial ring, eyes half lidded as she looked up at the rectangle.

She did that a dozen times and then snatched back the rectangle from the vampire butler cooing in delight as she flipped through to the gallery and looked at the motion she'd just taken, the audio of her breathily licking Fey's dick coming through the rectangle, along with a little moan as she got into it.

"I love this." said the Countess staring at the result. She turned the rectangle to show Fey, a moving image of her licking Fey's cock up close in a sultry way visible on it. "Look! That's me! I'm doing that!"

Fey nodded dumbly. It seemed the Countess had discovered a new hobby, one she was already deeply passionate about.

"Uh, about letting my frie-

"Hmm? Oh. Well that would depend, wouldn't it? Let's just say I might consider a collection of these moving pictures of myself perhaps of equivalent value…"

She looked down at Fey's length and licked her lips before shoving the rectangle back into the vampire butler's hands.

"A very large and extremely graphic collection," she smiled as she descended, pulling off her gloves and tossing them to a servant as she went. "Believe me my dear, when you are as experienced in the carnal arts as I it is easy to become bored with the more vanilla aspects. I indulge in the exotic, and you are more exotic than any other. I feel I will enjoy this."

Fey found herself looking down at the Countess, in her formal red dress as she draped herself atop her cock, the fabric spilling over her hardness along with the Countess's expansive soft breasts, her high heels resting on Fey's balls as the tip of her cock was below her mouth.

She opened her mouth, soft red lips coming down against the hard surface, the ridged head of Fey's cock, brushing across the surface before she moved her face in, opening her mouth wider, her snow white teeth coming down to nibble.

Fey's eyes went very round as the vampire's fangs brushed against the surface of her cock, pressing gently against the hard surface without piercing. The Countess looked up at her with half lidded eyes, a small smile curling her lips as if to say, I could bite you, if I wanted.

But then she stuck out her tongue, lapping at the nobbles and ridges and her fingers massaged the broad flat tip of the cock, fingertips stroking over the surface until her index found her urethra, the large opening twitching as she feather-gently circled the entrance.

Fey's breath caught in her throat at the sensation, a sensation compounded by the continued attention of her mouth licking around the sensitive edge of her cock head, lips kissing against nubs, practically taking them into her mouth and leaving lipstick kisses like slutty decoration across the surface.

Fey groaned, her cock stiffening massively under the Countess's skillful attention, bucking up against her body, straining against her soft midriff and breasts, a contrast with how incredibly hard she was.

The Countess glanced from Fey to the rectangle as it was held up close by the drake butler, zooming in on her ministrations. This only seemed to encourage the Countess to go harder and the circle spiralled in on a point and then she dipped a finger a tiny little bit into Fey's urethra.

Fey gasped, her hips thrusting as heat rushed up her cock and forced the Countess's finger free in a huge spray of precum, a good gallon of hot slightly creamy fluid that sprayed up between Fey's front legs and over her human stomach, splashing against the underside of her blouse clad breasts.

The Countess cooed with delight, pulling back.

"My my, and this is just pre? I feel like I'm opening a bow wrapped gift all for myself."

She held up her hand, skin wet with precum, fine spider silk strings dangling between her fingers. She brought it to her face and in the most lewd way possible dipped her fingers into her mouth, wetly sucking the precum from her fingers one after the other.

She let out a little shiver at the taste.

"M-More," she breathed.

She suddenly fell up into the air, grabbing hold of Fey's cock in the same motion, dragging it up with her. Gravity simply inverted for the Countess and her dress fell about her legs naturally despite being upside down, the same as her hair with Fey's cock held next to her head. It was a quite disconcerting view from Fey's perspective, her cock angled up between her rear legs, the Countess upside down above.

The Countess eyed the cock hungrily before glancing at the butler vampire.

"Capture this closely would you Miguel? I want to look over what I am about to do when I am at ease in my boudoir."

Miguel, the drake butler nodded quickly and stepped onto the table, kneeling on it as she leaned in. Thankfully he was wearing clothes and drake gloves so despite pressing against Fey's side he wasn't being absorbed… that is if vampires could be absorbed. Judging by the tenting out of his trousers it seemed likely, two tents in the fabric marking the drakes two cocks.

The Countess arranged herself until she was directly over Fey's cock which was being angled straight up, what seemed to be from her perspective a cock directly above.

She began with a kiss directly on the top, and then her mouth parted, lips spreading as she pressed herself onto cock, her mouth opening further and further, seemingly impossibly so. Fey winced, expecting the vampiric fangs to pierce through at any moment, but it seemed when the Countess was in control she was really in control and Fey could only feel them as two points pressing against her hard flesh.

The Countess's mouth went from and o to and O as she forced herself down onto cock, incredibly force being applied to her whole body as she was driven bodily onto cock, mouth spreading in the most obscene way, jaw pressing into her neck as she angled her head, all with the singular purpose, to take massive amounts of horse dick into her self.

It seemed impossible but her lips kept pulling out, becoming a bigger and bigger O, spreading over a head bigger than her own as she abused the gifted elasticity to push and shove and ram horse cock into her mouth.

Fey was give a font row seat as the Countess's red straining lips finally managed to engulf her giant cock head, lips thinned as they stretched, reaching, reaching, and then slopping around the rim of her cock head in a lurch of motion, a wet schlurk filling the air as the Countess dropped down with a muffled gasp of surprise, her head now locked into position, trapped on the tip of Fey's cock.

Her high heel clad feet shook and trembled above the edge of her dress, her fingers clawing at the hard cock, and then grabbing hold of the thing and together with her magic forcing herself down.

Fey let out a groan as the tight rippling throat of the Countess eased over her cock, her tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth yet frantically wiggling just adding to the wonderful sensation.

Then her eyes went wide as she watched in full view as the Countess's throat expanded, stretching vastly around horse cock, the skin of her throat stretched so thin that Fey could see every vein and bump of her dick outlined through her, a bulge so large that it was thicker than the vampire's neck itself.

The magic rectangle was kept close, viewing in extreme detail as the Countess's mouth greedily swallowed incredible amounts of horse dick, slobbering and suckling at the thing, her drool running from around her stretched thin lips as she eagerly speared herself, making frequent eager moans, hungry for more and more dick.

Fey watched in disbelief as the cock bulge rolled down her neck and collided with her collarbones.

But that was hardly going to stop the vampire, and her moans grew louder as she drove herself down, harder then harder. This Countess was mad! Completely lust drunk!

Fey didn't think it possible she would succeed, but bit but but her body began to part, collar bones and ribs spreading, happily making way for dick, her whole body being shaped and changed around the pillar of meat, her chest pushing out as though inhaling a great amount of air as her breasts spread, cleavage parting slightly as her torso stretched around penetration.

It was …. Fucking intense. Fey could feel the Countess's heart beating by her dick, her squeezed in lungs frantically drawing in what little breath they could around her massive size.

Fey swallowed. Would she really go all the way?

It seemed she would and she shivered as she felt her dick enter the vampire's stomach, abdomen muscles clenching down. The Countess became more jerky as she forced herself lower, seemingly losing control of her power, her skirt momentarily having the correct gravity applied to it and dropping down to her knees before she regained control.

The Countess kept going, moans becoming louder and louder as she jerkily dropped down. Fey watched as a column-like bulge appeared beneath her red dress, descending downward a perspective Fey hadn't seen before, she watched in fascination as the bulge passed by her pussy, rubbing against her clit, and tented out the skirt hanging from her hips. A reverse dick bulge.

A ragged muffled scream escaped the Countess, the vibrations rolling up and down Fey's cock as the Countess came from the sensation of being so utterly penetrated, so utterly filled, her legs kicking wildly at the air.

Sklrssh!

Her dress shifted as she squirted against it and then fluid was falling from beneath the skirt, splashing and forming a puddle that formed in thin air above her feet. It seemed she wore no underclothes beneath the dress at all.

Fey couldn't help it, the incredibly erotic sight combined with the novel sensation hit her hard and she bucked her hips, a huge spray of precum exploding from the tip of her cock, a gallon in moments. The Countess screamed again, another shower of pussy juice falling between her legs as she lost control of her power, her dress falling up her legs, revealing her shins, her knees.

The fabric fell and Fey was given a view of her belly bulging between her thighs, her pale tummy stretched down with cock past her pussy, and then suddenly bulging out as a powerful spray of precum sexploded down her throat, sloshing into her stomach and then down, bulging her belly out over her midriff, the red dress straining as her tummy quickly became three months pregnant with precum, then six, another spray of pussy juice as the Countess squealed, legs thrashing at the air, the puddle beneath her legs expanding.

Her belly looked on the verge of ripping her dress asunder but then the squirming writhing Countess stiffened, legs going straight as a particularly loud distressed muffled scream vibrated up and down Fey's length.

Spllrsshh!

A hose of slightly cloudy slightly sticky liquid suddenly exploded from behind her belly bulge, from between her thighs, a straight line that fired down between her ankles, splashing and spraying in a high pressure spray against the puddle of girl cum already there. Fey realised after a moment that it was her precum having found escape though the Countess's body, escaping out through her tight asshole. The Countess thrashed and the spray redoubled, a powerful explosion of precum spraying messily down between her legs, over her thighs, her sagging dress, and splashing and splattering onto the hovering puddle in thin air, adding to it, spreading it.

Fey's eyes went very round as the clear puddle of fluid expanded over her body, a thin layer of her precum suspended in mid air as the once elegant Countess continued to moan and writhe like a slut in heat as more and more precum exploded from her anus.

As the puddle came to cover most of the table Fey's release ended, and with it the Countess's belly returned to being only stretched over Fey's dick, the last gallon of pre spraying from her ass.

The Countess went limp, eyelids fluttering in a stupor, the dress sinking lower still and then…

The magic broke.

Fey looked up in dismay as the slim layer of fluid creating a ceiling above them all wobbled, rippled, and then fell, a thin layer of precum splashing down over her, the table, over the entire band and all they were eating and the surrounding serving vampires.

If the band noticed they didn't show it, Flora lifted her drink and sipped from it, the top layer  of the drink a layer of Fey's pre.

"This is delicious. What just happened to change the taste?"

"I don't know, but I want more!" said Lily as she ate food now wetted with Fey.

The limp Countess on Fey's dick managed to straighten her sagging legs, her dress rising back up as she regained control of her power and slowly began to rise, lifting into the air and dragging her body from the enormous cock.

Fey watched as the cylindrical bulge on her dress-clad belly slowly slipped away as the Countess pulled out, having to pause every half foot to gather herself. Just pulling out was an incredibly arousing sight. The Countess's lips dragging along Fey's shaft, each pause leaving a bright red ring of lipstick around her dick as the Countess slurped, her lips popping over the medial ring as Fey's cock rose back through her expanded chest. Her breasts came back together as her abused throat had vast amounts of cock dragged through it, passing by her collar bones, body pulling back to how it was same as her throat bulging with dick until with a schlpop! Her lips slipped around the tip and she jerked back, a spray of precum and saliva gushing from her mouth as she gasped, pulling in great breaths of air.

The Countess had truly taken the idea of cock sleeve to the next level.

She rocked and clicked her jaw and licked her lips of the last of Fey's pre, looking down at the rigid length she held upright with one hand. Her lips were a little swollen and reddened from the abuse, her lipstick smeared. She looked the picture of a slut who had just gotten done giving a marathon of oral and was very proud of it, lips coming together in a small pleased smile.

Her eyes glanced to the side "Did you get that? look how wonderfully slutty I am Miguel! I'll be using this as private material for decades I feel."

"Yessss Mistress," hissed the drake vampire in reply, one set of claws busy fondling the twin bulges in his trousers as the other held up the rectangle.

She suddenly flipped back around in the air, coming to rest sitting atop of Fey's dick, using it like a stool, her legs cross over one another in front of her, one heel of her high heels resting on Fey's medial ring, dress draped around cock

She rested one hand on her hip, the other elbow resting on her thigh as her chin came to rest on her knuckle as she looked down at Fey.

"Of course it does make me wonder why I should not just take the real thing to use as I need. Moving pictures are one thing, but to be filled with dick to such a degree on command… is a rather pleasant idea."

Fey gulped. "Uhm, because your weird 'asking me to sit down' magic doesn't work on me?"

"Hmm. True enough. But perhaps I won't be able to resist finding some other manner of convincing you to stay here, in my home. I could even build you a stable, your own stable with hay and stalls, and vampire servants to brush you down and feed you infinite carrots."

"Er," said Fey. Apparently this vampire hadn't encountered any centaurs before. Fey most certainly did not want that… Well maybe sometimes, but most of the time no!

"And I can bend over the wooden stable fence as you hump me like a feral stallion breeding its bitch, uncaring as to how brutally you thrust and slam into my pussy, beastly relentless pounding until my legs give out yet you still thrust, reducing me to a howling rutting post." The Countess wiggled her hips, globular ass rocking on top the tip of Fey's cock. Fey could feel the incredible heat of the Countess's pussy as she angled and shifted, the thing soft and plump with arousal brushing against her cock.

Fey licked her lips. Okay that did sound quite nice- NO! She needed to resist the temptations of this wicked Countess!

Not trusting herself to speak, Fey shook her head.

"Oh? I saw that hesitation. Perhaps… a little trial to see how such a fate would feel? Arousal is the mother of temptation after all."

A pressure began to be applied from above and Fey groaned as she felt the Countess's muff fully touch down on her cock, her ass cheeks squeezing aside as the Countess little by little sank, her pussy sloppy wet with need spreading with incredibly ease, spreading with sheer eagerness, labia rolling across the surface before reaching the edge and with a slpop! And slipping around. Apparently the Countess had many years experience taking large things, if not quite as large as Fey, for she took her like a veteran of big dicks, not even shifting from her sitting pose, legs still crossed as inch by inch she began to descend, not taking her red faintly glowing eyes from Fey, lipstick smeared lips lifted on one side in a knowing smile.

Fey groaned as she descended, she felt fricking incredible! Rippling crushing pressure being applied from every side, an unknowable amount of vampiric experience allowing the vampire to do things Fey didn't know were possible, her walls a storm of motion as her puss continued to swallow more of her.

Her dress began to push from her midriff as Fey slipped deeper, the Countess closing her eyes with a pleasured gasp as Fey slipped past her cervix and entered her womb, the bulge rising up and up her belly, a mirror opposite to when Fey had previously gone the other way.

Her high heels came to rest on Fey's barrel as she passed the medial ring, her breasts parting as the dick bulge rose between them, a smooth shape softly outlined the shape of Fey's cock.

To her surprise the Countess actually appeared to be handling the incredibly intense level of pleasure, her pussy only quivering a few times as a shatteringly powerful orgasm racked it, her expression unchanging.

She lifted an eyebrow as her bulging belly rose between her breasts, leaning back as her hand moved away from her chin, caressing the surface with her red painted fingernails.

"I suppose I should be grateful for the additional gift."

"G-gift?"

"I love being this flexible, able to stretch to take any size. It makes me want to turn a dragon vampiric, solely so that I can take them to my bed in their true form. "

Fey nearly had an aneurysm hearing that. Dragons were bad, a freaking dragon vampire?!!?!?

"Uhm, p-please don't do that, seriously, please don't."

"Oh, just a passing thought. I can tell you are far beyond any dragon I have ever known, a cock such as this is unparalleled. If you were to become mine then I would have no need to do such a thing. Another reason to stay with me, hmm?"

She leant down and gently kissed her belly bulge as it rose up to her chin, then as she sunk further still she opened her mouth, lips quickly spreading across the smooth surface as her belly rose into her mouth, stretching her mouth around the shape, a soft suckling sound filling the air as she slurped on her belly bulge, an incredible lewd sight that made Fey shiver with sheer arousal.

She began idly shifting her body up and down, dick bulge rising and descending between her large breasts as she gave her bulging belly a blow job, something Fey could feel through her womb with how strong and enthusiastic the Countess was, slurping and suckling like she was in the neediest of heats, her tongue making circles. It compounded the effects of her rippling insides and Fey groaned, eyelids fluttering.

But before she was allowed to ride the building wave of pleasure to a peak the Countess pulled back, lips coming away from the dick bulge with a wet gasp, saliva spattering down over her breasts.

She had left the dick bulge covered in lipstick marks and smears, her pale skin lined with red and saliva.

Fey swallowed. She was half tempted to just straight up ask the Countess to keep going, to keep doing what she was doing, it just felt so fucking good.

But it seemed the Countess had other plans as she leaned back her legs spreading across Fey's barrel as she was fully sheathed inside, arching back as she angled Fey's cock using her body, angling it between Fey's back legs until she was leaning over Fey's pumpkin sized balls.

She stretched her arms out above her head and swung them around still fully straightened until her hands clapped against the ball's surface with a loud sound of flesh on flesh.

"I of course cannot be forgetting these things. I saw the pictures, these are… small compared to how they should be. Tell me centaur, do I not interest you, do you not want to fuck me."

Fey went cross eyed as the mass of sperm in her balls went into a frenzy, stirring up as the Countess's elegant hands fondled the surface.

"It seems your balls will answer for you. What… incredibly eager things you have, I can practically sense their desire to unload in me… perhaps.

She suddenly moved her legs, high heels digging into Fey's sides as she thrust herself back, with her arms too.

A foot of glistening slick cock slipped from the Countess's massively stretched pussy, veins visibly pulsating along the length, stiff with straining arousal. The Countess gasped at the sensation, mouth opening, strings of saliva stretching between her abused and swollen lips, eyes alight with hunger.

She then slammed herself back down, fingers digging into Fey's balls as she speared herself on horse dick, pussy slamming all the way to the wrinkled base in splatter of her juices, her back arching as she crashed home, eyelids and pussy fluttering in tandem.

But only for a moment as she dragged herself back, pussy queefing wetly as so much mass was dragged free, then moments later slammed back home.

The Countess built a rhythmic thrusting pumping motion, slam fucking herself on to fat horse dick, using her own body as a cock sleeve and accelerating with each slapping slam to the base, thighs rippling with the impact.

A long slutty moooan escaped the Countess's lips, one that extended over her increasingly rapid pumping, one that rose in volume and became a scream as she came, a powerful jet of her pussy juices exploding from her massively stretched labia, clear fluid shooting into the air above to come raining down, a rain of pussy over the band and their food, not that they noticed.

Faster, then faster still, the thrusting accelerating massively, the Countess's fingers digging deep into Fey's balls as she violently slammed herself down over and over, breasts bouncing wildly, one large breast slipping free from her dress, a stiff pink nipple becoming visible as her pale chest wobbled.

It took Fey a moment to realise the vampire was cheating, using her powers somehow, as her pace of thrusting doubled, and then tripled, the Countess becoming a blur before her eyes as she jack hammered down, a continual fountain of squirt spraying around her labia as an orchestra of obscene queefing and schlurping was dragged from her ravenous pussy, juices spraying up Fey's body over her blouse, splashing across her cleavage as the Countess threw her head back and howled, body a spasming richter of mind shattering pleasure.

Of course Fey didn't stand a chance of holding on and as the Countess reached the zenith of speed her maddened sperm were let loose, balls practically roaring as they disgorged into her shaft, exploding up her length and then—

Before the river of trillions of hyper aggressive sperm got even half way along her shaft. The Countess slammed home for the final time, and slapped a hand over her bulging belly.

A force clamped down on Fey's dick, an incredibly strong compressive force and Fey went cross-eyed as her ejaculation and supreme relief was abruptly cut off, sperm trapped in her shaft.

"oHGOODDDD!!!!" squealed Fey as her dick spasmed, desperately trying to cum but unable to, her dick becoming thicker on the lower half as sperm backed up and became compressed.

"I did not say you could cum centaur, I did not give you permission."

Fey thrashed, legs kicking at the air and fingers clawing at the table as the force started to descend and her ejaculated load was pushed back into her body and then balls. Her spasming body knocking aside plates on the table, madly grabbing hands spilling a drink onto Ellaria's lap.

Intense wasn't the word for it, Fey felt like she was going to physically explode as the raging berserker sperm were forced back into their testicle prison, the feeling of pressure on her insides verging on pain.

But then it was done, and a heavy ring of power clamped down on the base of her shaft, locking off her balls.

"This doesn't make me want to stay with you!" groaned Fey in distress, her need for relief doubled.

"Trust me, as someone who is well experienced you don't know what you are missing by not edging."

"R-Really?"

The Countess stroked her fingers down her belly bulge, eyes half lidded.

"Of course, because when you finally find a release it is compounded by all your previous defeats. It feels amazing for both involved. I, feeling them cum that much more, feeling how frantically they thrust, how rock fucking hard they are inside of me. And they, for experiencing a release greater than all before."

Fey's eyes drifted over to Ellaria who was eating by her side, casually picking at a salad as she chatted with Flora.

She licked her lip as she watched her, her closest lover.

Well, if she wanted her and Ellaria's first true time alone together to be special, could she do this edging thing the Countess recommended just to make it extra special? She had experienced it to some degree in Lady Alexandria's palace when one of her maids had put a cock ring on her. She was sure Ella would appreciate it if she was worked up into a state of extreme arousal beforehand. In fact she had a feeling the elf would adore it.

She was snapped back from her day dreaming as the Countess began to move, shifting and bouncing up and down, but with each bounce up getting  a little higher until her cunt was popping over her medial ring before slopping down each time, using her power to move herself as the motions accelerated until with a feminine cry of ecstasy she popped off the tip, pussy spraying madly in to the air, a long hosing spray of squirt that sprayed down the table and Fey and the band.

"Look at me! Look at meeee!!" she squealed as she grabbed hold of her pussy, fingers curling around her labia and pulling wide her thigh thick gape as her legs did the splits. Fey was given a direct view of the Countess's orgasming spasming pussy as she squirted over and over.

The drake vampire with the rectangle scrambled close and thrust the rectangle at her gape, aiming it inside as she sprayed over the top of it, madly pawing at his tented trousers as he watched fervently.

Fey could see the moving picture on the rectangle too, a close up of the Countess quivering puss, her stretched out cervix opening and closing and gaping at the air as a chain of orgasms continued to rack her body, hands straining as she stretched her gape wider still, an obscene feminine cavern between her thighs, a pussy stretched into a home for horse dick, never to be content with anything smaller ever again.

The cluster of powerful orgasms came to a close and her pussy slowed in gushing its ecstasy, the Countess left painting and covered from top to bottom in a sheen of sweat, hair tousled, one breast fallen from her dress.

"I did say I am beyond experienced," she swallowed. "But I must say I haven't experienced anything quite like you… What did you say your name was?"

"F-Fey…"

"Well Fey, there is one last task I will set you to."

She abruptly spun around in the air, rising so that her back was to Fey, just as the magic holding Fey's cock back angled and aligned itself with the Countess's rear.

"One gape is quite lovely and I shall cherish this gift you have given me. But I am anything if not greedy."

Her rear came down to rest on the cock tip as her dress hiked up over her hips, her bare fat globular rear coming to rest on the hard thing and pressing outward.

"Y-you mean?"

"Yes, I require an additional stretching to fully blow out these hips of mine."

Fey blinked. Admittedly anal wasn't her favourite thing. Not because it felt any worse, but because she simply wasn't breeding a girl if she wasn't ejaculating breeding batter into her womb.

Still, perhaps uncountable vampire Feytaurs wasn't the smartest of things to unleash on the world.

Also she was really curious how good it would feel.

The Countess glanced over her shoulder at Fey, an incredibly sultry look with half lidded eyes, as she then began to drive herself down, ass cheeks spreading around the massive girth.

Fey could feel the Countess's pussy, practically fighting to get in on the action, her labia trying to grab hold of her.

But The Countess was relentless, carefully position herself so her tight pucker was the only target available and then driving herself down, pressure against her anus increasing and increasing reaching insane heights until the small opening was forced to part, slowly opening to allow Fey passage inside, gaping wider bit by bit as a mass thicker than the Countess's thigh was squeezed inside, her ass cheeks spreading over the rim.

And then with a sudden drop Fey slipped into her ass.

Oh f-fuck!" cried the Countess biting down on her lip as she tried to not immediately lose herself to the wonderful feeling of being parted and stretched out, each rough nobble and bump of Fey's dick now inside of her rear.

Fey was only a few inches inside so the Countess leaned down, curling down to look. She grabbed hold of her pussy gape and pulled it back, eager to see.

The passage of Fey's dick into her had of course shoved her pussy forward claiming all space between her thighs and squishing it from an open gaping O to a slim oval.

But what was most arousing to see was that the wall that separated her pussy interior from her anus interior was quite thin, and on the walls of her cunt she could see the impression of Fey's cock, each vein and bump visible through her pussy walls as she impressed through it from the other side.

It was fucking hot, and a micro orgasm made the Countess shiver just at the sight of such a thing, her body truly and fully shaped and sculpted to this centaur's massive horse dick.

"Come, look, look," she waved at Miguel and the drake eagerly held the rectangle up close, angling it to get the best views, the Countess able to see the incredible sight on the rectangle's surface. The thought that such obscenity was being recorded unleashed a second micro orgasm, anal ring quivering which with her weight allowed a few more inches to enter inside.

The moving picture on the rectangle showed the shape of Fey's dick impressed on her pussy walls slipping up.

It felt… really fucking good.

Fey was so large, so fucking massive, that her scraping rubbing cock was stimulating her both anally and vaginally at the same time, a delicious sensation, a sensation that she had never experienced before to her delight.

She needed more.

She held her gape wide with her fingers as she slowly descended, Fey's dick visible moving inside her pussy as Fey filled more and more of her asshole, her belly bulging with cock once more.

The best part came when Fey's medial ring entered and the Countess cried out, cumming especially hard as she slopped over it, then coming again as her eyes locked onto the sight of the medial ring deforming the back interior of her pussy, visible within her gape.

"Gods, if only you had a second cock like a drake, like Miguel here. I would gladly take both of your lengths inside of myself."

Fey tried to imagine what that would look like. The dick bulge protruding from the Countess's midriff duplicated? A second dick bulge in front of the other? Madness.

Sometimes she wondered what monstrous hungers the girls she bred had hidden inside of them. It was like something feral and primal had been unleashed, a primal female need to be filled with as much dick as physically possible, an instinctive need to be bred by the largest and most virile of males with the biggest dick, to become fat and milky with the largest possible pregnancy… a brood mother eager to outbreed the competition.

She groaned as the Countess came to rest at her base, dick fully sheathed inside of her asshole, plump ass cheeks pressing around the base of her dick, anal ring drawn tight.

"S-Sorry but I'm not a drake, I'm a centaur."

"This is true… but you do have… some interesting assets. And I have tried some… interesting things in the past, as an alternative for what non-drakes lack."

Fey gasped as something grabbed hold of her testicles, an invisible force, and began to lift the immensely heavy mass, floating them into the air from where they rested on the table.

Fey's pumpkin sized testicles were dark smooth things, almost glossy, especially as they lacked wrinkles, the pressure of the compressed seed inside keeping them rounded, although still relatively soft as Fey had unloaded so much into Riley.

The surface bulged as the seed inside lunged for the Countess's gape, eager to get to her womb and breed her full.

Of course they weren't quite getting what they wanted as the Countess leaned forward, holding her gape open as Fey's balls pressed against it, the surface bulging out and pressing against the opening. Miguel leaned in to get a close up view as the Countess's labia pressed against the shifting moving surface, his trouser fondling becoming frantic as he tried to get the most artistic view of the sight.

"Oh my, your wrigglers really are desperate to be inside of me. Let's give them what they want shall we?"

The force holding Fey's balls abruptly gripped down viciously causing Fey to gasp, and the surface bulged out further as the Countess spread her gape, the size of the balls actually shrinking down as pressure was applied from the sides, compressing them down in size significantly, just as Vivi's cattle prods had been compressed.

In the same moment Fey's balls were shoved up against the opening, the pressure against them increasing, dragging and pushing even as Fey's sperm agreed wholeheartedly with what was happening churning inside before ramming out, thrusting up in the Countess's gape.

In moments Fey's balls were being made to flow into the Countess's pussy, her gape stretching further than ever before as Fey's balls forcibly made their way inside, thrusting and pushing against her pussy walls.

"O-Oh FUCK!"

Cried the Countess curling over as Fey's balls sank deeper within her, her torso leaning away from Fey's rear legs and allowing even easier access to her pussy for Fey's unstoppable testes, the things practically dragging themselves inside, racing to reach her womb.

"I d-don't— why does this, f-ffeel s-soAHNN!"

The Countess came, her fluids flooding down over the part of Fey's balls still outside, lubricating them and allowing them to slip in more easily.

This only seemed to encourage them and the Countess gasped as Fey's balls began forcing their way past her cervix, which was happily parting to allow entrance.

The Countess cried out, her fingers clawing at her thighs as bit by bit, inch by inch the mass of compressed testacles slowly slipped inside, and the cylindrical bulge marking her dick bulge through her dress was joined by a softer shape, the shape of Fey's balls in her womb, expanding to their full pumpkin size as they slipped fully inside and she lost her compressive grip on the things.

By this point the Countess was angled in such a way that her rear end was aligned perfectly with Fey's genitals, allowing just the right position for her to be so thoroughly filled by all of Fey's genitals.

Her fingers clawed at her bulging belly, eyes round as she looked down, then peered around below, seeing the straining skin of Fey's balls connecting the mass in her womb to Fey, stretching up to her gape. The drake by this point was crawling on the table top, getting the lowest angled view he could of her pussy as he groaned, a pair of wet patches appearing over his tented trousers as the rectangle shook in his claws.

Of course, the sperm inside Fey's balls were going absolutely fucking insane, the Countess's belly rippling below her finger as the sperm churned and moved, trying to impregnate her through the walls of Fey's balls.

The shock of succeeding delayed the feeling from setting in. But when it hit, it hit hard.

The Countess threw her head back and screamed as what felt like every single part of her pussy screamed with her. Lightning bolts of pleasure tearing her apart, her insides somehow changing, reaching a new level of sensitivity greater than what came from simply touching Fey. This new penetration roiled and churned, turning the inside of her womb into a hurricane of new sensation, each thrusts from the surface of the balls eliciting a new fresh orgasm that thundered through her body, making her mouth form an O and her legs straighten, heels drumming on the table stop, knocking aside plates and drinks, pussy and womb convulsing and pressing back down on the raging balls.

"AAAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

She screamed as she squirted and squirted, noisy wet jets spraying down the table, hitting so hard that plates and cutlery were sprayed aside as her body went mad with lust, Miguel opening his mouth to catch her fluid as he continued to frantically masturbate while capturing everything on the rectangle in the most pornographic detail possible.

Fey for her part could feel her arousal spiking insanely and the Countess's belly suddenly lurched out inches in size as Fey's testicles grew larger, more surface area appearing to bulge out and rub against the Countess's womb, a womb now physically changed by the entrance of Fey's balls to be as pleasurable as her clitoris, but with so so much more surface area, so many more new and freshly stretched pleasure clusters.

The sensation of her insides going mad in response only compounded down on Fey's arousal and her balls surged inches larger, becoming hard and unyielding as the quantity of hyper virile sperm accelerated.

The Countess, fearing she was about to lose her mind to this new kind of pleasure that doubled down on the original gift, frantically tried to pull free, but found Fey's balls had become too large, forming a plug in her pussy and trapping her in place, trapped in a feedback loop as Fey's sperm pleasured her, and her womb convulsed stimulating Fey causing her to become more aroused which in turn caused her balls to grow, which they did, again, surging outward, making her belly appear nine months pregnant.

"S-stop growing your balls! I can't handle eet! It's too mucccch!"

"I c-can't stop!"

Certain now that she was about to lose her mind the Countess realised the only way Fey's balls were coming out was if they were first drained.

Her power practically acted on its own, ripping away the force ring around the base of Fey's cock and grabbing hold of her own body in a panic, lifting her a scant few inches that she had space for then slamming her down, over and over, bouncing herself on Fey's dick as her belly filled her arms and her womb filled with taut sperm filled ball sack still growing larger, her red dress began to show the strain, oval tears appealing across it surface, her pale rippling belly being revealed beneath, each lurch in size giving more surface area, more stretched pleasure clusters and more of this new mind blowing sensation.

The motions increased as the Countess became increasingly desperate, frantically bouncing herself, both her breasts bouncing from her dress and slapped wildly against her belly bulging with dick and balls as she screeched, a dozen orgasms per second crashing over her as her hyper sensitive womb expanded larger still, her shuddering spasming pussy becoming a firecracker clusters of squirting orgasms.

Skllrrrrrrrshhh! Sklluuuurrrrrrrshhh! Skllrrrrrrrshhh!

Fey moaned aloud as the Countess bounced, head rolling back, eyes closed as she gasped, back arching.

She opened her eyes to see someone standing at the head of the table.

It was Ellaria.

She was glaring at the Countess with cold fury.

And she was wearing The Dress.

Fey screamed aloud at the sight as her balls abruptly doubled in size, the dress of the Countess shredding apart around her belly as it roared outward reaching nearly doubly nine months pregnant and massively increasing the sensations crashing down on the Countess.

Ellaria wasn't the only one back to her senses and Fey gasped as Wummy's tentacles and Flora's power grabbed hold of the Countess, tentacles wrapping around her limbs and then forcibly lifting her higher than before, nearly a half foot, her gape becoming obscenely stretched as the mass in her womb tried to pulled free, before the vampire was brutally slammed to the base of Fey's dick, buttocks hitting with a slap, her whole body rippling with the impact before she was roughly lifted and slam-fucked back down again and again.

Fey's balls surged larger still as the Countess's eyes rolled up into her head, her screaming becoming a rising banshee shriek as half a hundred orgasms crashed over her a second, her mind washing away in an ocean of obliterating pleasure.

And then she was lifted as high as possible, pussy straining, feet frantically kicking at the air… before she was brutally meteored down, a heavy slap filling the air as her plump wet covered rear connected with Fey's groin, her skin reddened with such merciless treatment.

And then Fey came.

The shape of her womb lasted all of a second as her stomach was filled with seed, a geyser of seed as Fey exploded into her, ballooning her belly outward.

The Countess howled and scratched at her tummy as she was filled, ankles frantically drumming on the table as her eyes rolled up out of sight tongue lolling from her mouth as drool ran down her chin, belly spreading between Fey's back legs over the table then drooping over the sides, Miguel yelping as he was ejected from the table by her massing belly.

The Countess's shrieks suddenly ended in a gurgle, her eyes shooting down as a mass of white erupted from the back of her throat, cum spraying from her open mouth, rapidly becoming an arm thick hose of semen that sprayed across her still growing belly.

Frantically the Countess tried to stop the tide of cum from coming up her throat, slapping her hands over her mouth only to find the cum spraying between her fingers in high pressure lines going in every direction, spilling down her front and over her breasts, her cleavage becoming a lake of cum.

But then she gathered herself enough to use her power and her mouth slammed closed, cheeks bulging momentarily before she managed to force the geyser of cum back down her throat, her belly alone filling with cum now.

Her tummy spread over the table then over the end, and then began moving across the floor, pushing chairs and panicking vampire servants out of the way. As her belly became ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty five, thirty feet across, her eyes rolled up once more and she screamed into her hands as she swelled, tummy rolling across the flagstones, eating up all free space, passing forty feet across as she covered the entrance, a smooth expanse filled to the brim with Fey, more! More! more!

And then it was done. The Countess's pale belly filled half the hall.

Silence fell moments after Fey's last immense rope surged into her, only the churning sound of moving sperm drifting from the mass that was the Countess.

The Countess, surprisingly wasn't an unconscious wreck despite such immense sexual devestation. After a moment she managed to rock her hips, and Fey's ball sack, now significantly smaller, slipped from her gape, her cervix twitching and trembling before slowly easing closed.

After that was done she removed her hands from her mouth. And then in an extremely un-noble way let rip an incredibly long and deep belch, one that lasted nearly twenty seconds.

"Good gods you cum a lot," she managed after a moment, chest still rising and falling as she took in air.

Fey was half surprised the Countess was still conscious, she seemed like she was losing her mind just moments ago. Apparently she wasn't joking when it came to being experienced with more exotic things.

A flame appeared beside the Countess and she blinked at it.

She turned to see Ellaria back in her regular clothes looking at her with an extremely displeased expression.

"Any last words before I burn you to death while trapped on Fey's dick?"

The Countess glanced down, seemingly realising that she was hardly going to be doing anything useful while she filled half the hall and was so incredibly incredibly vulnerable.

She crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Hmpph. And what have I done that is so deserving of such a fate?"

Ellaria gestured around at  the few remaining vampire servants who hadn't fled, they were clustered near the walls watching uncertainly, a dozen fireballs floating by them. Miguel was looking down at the rectangle in his claws, still masturbating.

"You killed over two hundred adventurers, although I suppose perhaps not all of them, it seems many you turned into… vampires. Doing such a thing, turning a person into an animalistic people-eating monster is beyond evil, an act worthy of death."

The Countess paused.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"It's you who has been slaughtering all who step into this castle, drinking their blood and-

"... Darling, we are sustainable vampires, we aim not to kill those we drink from. We have a catch and release system so that we may drink from our prey more than once. Think about it, what possible benefit is there to drinking a person to death when you can simply partially drink them, let them loose to wander off, and then catch them again later when they've rebuilt their blood stock. It's like an infinite supply of tasty food, a farmer cultivating a fertile field, or a fisherman taking care of their lake's stock of fish if you will. We care about environmental protection here."

"Wh-what? But the killings!?"

"We only moved in this morning, that's why we've only had time to prepare and clean up this room in the entirety of the castle. Really I'm not sure where you got these ideas from…"

The Countess thoughtfully stroked her belly full of cum.

"...Could it be that you are after that evil power radiating up from the basement?"