"Oh, of course, you don't know if it's worth it yet. How about we give you a taste? Then you can decide." 'Oh, so that's what was in her voice, desire.'

Heart in her throat, she spoke, "If," she swallowed, "if I say no, will she be mad at me?" She could practically feel the smile Lisa had.

Skitter, Taylor, moved forward at the direction of an unseen to Alice signal from Lisa. Reaching her and cupping her delicate face, Taylor removed her mask and kissed Alice, tongue invading the smaller sibling's mouth other hand rubbing at her crotch through the jeans she was wearing.

Alice moaned and went limp, supported only by the two girls in the room with her. "I think that was your answer, so, do you want to give it a shot?"

She couldn't nod fast enough, or much at all with Taylor's mouth in the way, still, Lisa got the message. "Great! Now, let's get you out of these things."

She had thought the kiss would break at that point, she was wrong. The cold knife cutting through everything like so much wet paper. Her bra and panties were discarded with everything else.

Skitter pulled back then, gasping for breath. Looking over Alice with an almost feral glee and beginning to strip herself. Alice could do nothing but watch as her sister began to get naked for her, even as Lisa began playing with her wet folds, drawing another whimpering moan from her.

"You really are a naughty girl aren't you? I like it." The fingers picked up their pace, making her shake and twitch. She finally came when Taylor stood full up, completely naked, and licking her lips in anticipation.

Her hips bucking and eyes rolling into the back of her head, he was gently lowered to the floor. Taylor was there in an instant, licking the area around her crotch for her nectar before licking the source once and sitting back.

Lisa was not idle during that either, kissing and sucking on Alice's breasts, larger than Taylor's much to her eternal frustration, helping Taylor push her to the edge again.

"I think it's time for us to show why I had Taylor bring all these bugs for you, hmm?" Alice was too aroused to respond bar moans, so Taylor took initiative.

The beetles, spiders, and other bugs swarmed to Alice, who began to panic before they began playing on her pussy, her eyes widened as worms made their way to her entrance, let inside by beetles opening her up.

She felt them, inside her, filling her up, writhing. Touching and rubbing every stop inside her, there was no pattern and that simply made it more intense. Nothing was safe from the bug's assault, her clip and nipples bitten and pulled on, only lightly painful, and her skin being carressed by a million bugs.

She tried to thrash, pleasure overriding her control and found that she was completely bound, a distant part of her realized it was spidersilk but the rest didn't care.

She tried to scream, but she found her face pressed into another girl's snatch, she couldn't tell who it belonged too, but savored it anyway. Lisa showed her appreciation by moaning for Alice.

Taylor didn't stay idle, instead kissing Lisa deeply.

Lisa and Skitter went back and forth like that for a time, swapping places when the other came, Alice continually pleasured by bugs, before it stopped.

Alice was twitching steadily, but she knew from Lisa's smug smile that they had at least one more thing to show her.

"Well, you've seen the bugs, and I have to assume you know how we can pleasure you with toys and what we have on us, but this last thing is only going to be showed to you if you accept our offer. It will be your mark of ownership. Very few will see it of course, but those who do will know you belong to Skitter. It comes with some great perks though." Alice barely hesitated.

"I accept, I'm yours." She saw Lisa shiver at that and thought she heard a quiet moan from Taylor. It made her heart beat even harder.

An amorphous blob came towards her, surrounding her before converging, she felt it shift and morph into a skin color suit, covering all but her head in itself.

Pain and pleasure blinded her for a moment as it integrated itself into her system. Taylor moaned and tentacles, which had been idle before hand, began massaging Alice, pleasure exploding into her mind as she felt the suit use her for it's own pleasure. She felt each tentacle as though they were her's, which made it all the more agonizingly pleasurable when they violated her holes.

She couldn't scream, just lie there with her back arched and eyes wide. Taylor had no such issue as she writhed and moaned, occasionally jerking when had an orgasm.

Lisa began whispering into the poor girl's ear, taking joy in every moment, "You like it? It was made by Panacea, she was surprised at our request, but when she heard who it was for, she could hardly say no. After all, she want's her sister just as much as you do. The suit is based off of bugs to allow Taylor to control it, that this allows her to feel it as you're violated is a happy accident. You feeling it is completely intentional. This suit will allow Taylor to control you, to guide you. To make you do whatever she desires. Don't worry though, we take good care of our toys..."

Goddamned Perverted Idiot

(Автор: Scarlet4)

So continuation of my Sophia is a Goddamned Perverted Idiot snips. And read Lung's voice in Lord Genome's btw.

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"Oh Kaiser you poor creature" says Lung with a rumbling laugh as he lands behind Max and... wraps his arms around his chest. Kayden slows her circling unable to look away

Max bellows in rage and summons sword after sword to strike Lung. All of them shattering on his scales. Lung chuckles and pulls himself tighter to Max, Max jolts in shock as he feels the enormous bulge growing against him, bending over slightly as Lung lowers his waist and presses down to be in line with Max... a clawed hand works it's way down the front of Max's armour hooking in just above the crotch and beginning to peel away the metal. Lung chuckles and 'whispers' loud enough for Kayden to hear him from the air "Oh my emperor how you fret and worry but it is as your wolf says, the strong take what they desire, what they deserve. And I am the stronger here" he punctuates this point by visibly grinding into Max who responds by summoning more swords and screaming in incoherent rage. Lung laughs and looks up, right at her, she notices now she has stopped flying entirely to stare. Lung smiles and in a calm and conversational tone like he was doing nothing more than discussing the weather asks her "Purity I see I've got your attention this is just like the scene on page 38 is it not?"

Max notices her and screams eyes wild and panicked voice desperate and terrified "TAKE THE SHOT TAKE THE SHOT TAKE THE SHOT!"

And Kayden wakes up. Hot. Sweaty. Disappointed. She wants to think it's in herself, in how slow she was to react in the last fight she had with the Empire (she couldn't face Max after nearly letting that happen) before going independent .

But she knows why she's really disappointed. Why Lung was laughing the entire time her attacks made him retreat.

She looks to her blinking phone and sees messages from E88 members asking if she has any idea where Rune is and demanding she turn her around and send her back if she has her. Aster is crying. She sighs and gets up. This will be a long day.

* * *

Amy blinks away the sleep in her eye, wincing as she makes the mistake of moving her hips. It feels like she shoved a belt sander up there. Also there's a draft. She looks down and realises that she is pantsless, spead legged and has thrown her sheets off. She tries to pull her sheet back over her for some modesty but fumbles. She glances over and sees her hand has stuck in a claw like shape. From over use. And is crusted with... ah. Now she remembers. The doujin. 120 pages. 98 of them being sex scenes between "Ami and Elizabeth Dillon". She'd fought not to download it but caved in less than 24 hours. She wasn't regretting it though.

She hadn't been this relaxed in years. Her issues seemed so much more manageable now. She snaked her clawed hand down and rubbed a little despite herself. This was the best day in years.

A slam. Victoria burst in "Hey Ames you seen my" a cheeky grin crossed her face "oh man hahaha Amy sorry next time I'll kno" the grin became shock and horror as she looked at something behind Amy. Amy turned.

Ah.

She'd left the laptop on.

To the doujin.

It was the futanari scene where Ami got spitroasted by Elizabeth and their cousin Gem.

Crap. Here comes the panic

...why was she getting hornier as well?

Fantasy Worm: Emma & Taylor (Proof-of-Concept)

(Автор: Angush)

I looked again at the letter in my hand as I walked. The hastily scratched map with messy arrows leading from my house on the docks to some place in the outer city, using a roundabout route that cut through abandoned, overgrown gardens and alleys and even between Brockton's inner walls, which were barely big enough for me to squeeze through now.

Years ago we'd play hide and seek in the empty areas of the city with the other docks children. But we'd stopped a long time since. When she'd moved to the inner city.

Emma was no cartographer, but I knew the outer city well enough to follow her scratchings. It was her words that I looked at now, her elegant but obviously hurried handwriting telling me she wanted to meet.

I'd gotten her note three days ago, and deciding to go had been difficult. More so than I'd expected. A part of my mind was telling me even now not to go, that it was a trap. That she'd have brought a bunch of her new noble friends, and they'd all push me down and ridicule me for believing in her.

But I didn't listen to that part. Because I did believe in her. I loved her like no-one else, and I knew she'd loved me too, at least once. She had to have a reason for shunning me. She just had to! And I needed to know what that reason was.

So, I hurried down the streets, feeling the hot cobblestones even through the soles of my shoes, the worn pavings heated by the afternoon sun. I turned a corner and squeezed through an alley between two shacks exploding with screaming children and wives and popped out the other side. A run-down inn sat across from me, the very planks that formed the walls cracked and bent, the rooftop shingles in a similar state of disrepair.

Not the kind of place Emma had frequented, even before she'd changed. And certainly not anywhere I'd expect a bunch of prissy noble girls to lay in waiting, especially with no guarantee I'd be showing up.

That didn't stop me from hesitating outside the door.

I dropped my head against the wood and sighed, closing my eyes. I hadn't seen Emma in months. And months before that. She'd been like a completely different person that day at the markets, when I'd bumped into her and her father's entourage while fetching the witch doctor, useless bastard that he was, for my da.

No. She had been a different person. That hadn't been my Emma.

My Emma was waiting inside.

I hope.

I pushed past the door, almost managing to ignore the way my hands trembled. The inside was dank and musty, lit only by candles in holders on the walls and tables, all dancing to some unknowable tune. Wind whistled softly through the cracks in the walls.

The only occupants were a fat man who'd already drunk himself into a stupor by the fireplace, a tall dark-skinned man polishing cups behind the bar, and a young woman stood attentively by the stairs, a sword at her hip and a cloth wrapped about her face. She was watching me with keen eyes.

I looked down at Emma's half-crumpled letter. Seeing exactly what she wanted me to do, I swallowed past the lump in my throat and strode over to the swordswoman. She didn't stop staring at me as I approached.

I stopped in front of her. "Um..."

The woman said nothing, just looking at me.

I glanced down at the letter again, then up at the woman. "I've a letter for... Mistress Valerie."

The woman let out a slow breath, drawing a pocket watch from her jacket and glancing at it. "You were supposed to be here eight minutes ago," she said, looking back up at me.

I flushed. "I got held up."

"Hmm," the woman said. "Miss Valerie is in the last room on the left. Knock twice, then once, then twice again. You've only got an hour — or fifty-two minutes, now. You won't be disturbed. Use it wisely."

I nodded, glancing at the stairs. "Um — "

"Just go," she said, pushing me forward. "She's waiting."

I caught myself on the railing, and glanced back at the woman for a moment. Then I started up the stairs, coming to a stop outside the door at the end of the hall.

I took a deep breath, then knocked as instructed. I trusted her.

The door opened a crack, enough to see a sliver of fiery red hair and big blue eyes peeking through. Then it closed again. I heard the sound of metal against metal as she undid the chain, then the door was flung open once more, and Emma pulled me through, locking it behind us.

I watched her closely. She was just as beautiful as I remembered. More so, actually. I hadn't thought that possible, but it was true. The curves of her body were obscured by her rough-shod clothing — which she had to have borrowed that from a servant or something; she'd been wearing silk the last time I'd seen her. Of course, remembering that put a damper on my elation at seeing her again, but only a little. Still, despite her rather bulky clothes, I could tell she'd grown. And it hurt that I hadn't been there to experience it first-hand.

She clicked the chain into place, then turned to me, meeting my eyes. For a long minute we just stood there, watching each other. Then she threw herself into my arms and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding between my lips. My questions — about the woman downstairs, the fake name, why we had to meet at this rundown inn — all melted on her lips. I fell against the wall, bringing my arms up to her hips as I kissed back, moaning into her mouth as she matched my fervour.

I wasn't sure how long our tongues danced, how long our hands caressed each other's bodies in that old, familiar way, bringing back memories of the countless evenings we'd spent together while my da worked the docks, always making a mess of my bed — and sometimes our clothes. But it didn't matter. This was good. And it felt good, too. Like a return to the good old days; to the intimacy I'd sorely missed ever since she'd left.

I gasped as her hand slipped beneath the waist of my trousers, sliding down my thigh. Then, remembering what I'd come here for, I grabbed her hand and pulled away from the kiss. Emma whined breathlessly against my throat, then laid her head against my collarbone. Our chests pressed together as we panted in sync, struggling to regain our breath.