Misadventure by Midnight - ch.3

 Author's Note: More misadventures! This time with more demoncock and stomach bulge!

[monster/futax4] [vaginal] [oral] [titfuck] [frotting] [anal/DAP] [huge insertion/belly bulge] [gangbang] [size difference]

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The staff is nice and all, but I can’t really say it totally replaces clothes. There wasn’t anything that could be done about that, obviously, since most of my armor was shredded by those tentacle things and I really needed to get out of that place as quickly as possible. I leave the druidess, Alaniel, satisfied and sound asleep in her grove, hoping it was worth it to have had her prized artifact stolen right from under her cute little nose.

And they said draenei couldn’t be thieves. Phah! This’ll teach ‘em. I can’t help but blissfully imagine the looks of surprise and admiration on all their faces back in the Underbelly when I show up with the staff. Well... show up naked with the staff....

I really need to find some clothes, don’t I?

The sun is just starting to rise, barely visible through the dense canopy of foliage that makes up Val’sharah. The light is dim enough that, on my own, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between dawn and evening... but my own little internal clock keeps me quite aware of the time of day at all times. I know it’s before noon because my dick is still with me, nestled comfortably between my pale thighs as I trot through the vast, confusing elven forest. I’m still not really sure where I am, to be totally honest -- nothing’s familiar and I haven’t seen any of the landmarks that I already spotted on my way to Alaniel’s strange grove.

Oh! A road! Score! Though... honestly I’m feeling really exposed. Especially with Little Miss Jaeya out to play, I’m not entirely sure I want to be seen by anyone. Still, I’ve made plenty of sacrifices to get this far, I can’t turn back now. And it’s not like I’m gonna find any clothes in the forest (unless a deer drops something I can wear, I guess -- but I’ll have a tough time taking one down without my daggers).

So I guess I’m heading into civilization in my birthday suit. Not ideal, but can’t be any more humiliating than having my every orifice filled with tentacles... even if that had actually been pretty fun. I start to pick up my pace a little bit, breasts jiggling gently with each clop, tail swaying behind me as I make my way towards a wider, clearer area, pale rocks and tiles marking a settlement that looks all but abandoned... actually, yeah, pretty much abandoned. A structure closeby resembles some sort of citadel, castle... temple maybe...?

“Whooo goooes...?”

Aww fuck fuck motherfuckity-fuck that didn’t take long. Seriously? Horrified civilians I had been expecting, but whatever’s emitting this massively loud, tectonically deep voice is far from horrified and even further from being a civilian. Its grumble shakes the ground beneath me a little bit, and I quickly find myself whirling around in a desperate attempt to see its source. Not finding it immediately, I rush for a nearby patch of bushes -- hiding the staff so that I can find it later in case something... bad, happens.

“Nooobody?” I peep out, holding my hands up harmlessly, cheeks reddening as I completely expose myself to whatever made that sound. I hear more sounds now, softer sounds, whispers, and then another rumble of that greater voice.

“This shattered temple nooow belongs...” the voice took a deep breath that seemed to suck the air out of the surrounding... air. “...To Shaxus the Plunderer. This temple...” another deep breath, and a rumble of a great footfall sends me stumbling as the beast moves out of the nearby forest. “...And aaall within it.”

“That... includes me, now, doesn’t it?”

“...Yesss...” the voice rumbles, and I see its source in all of its awful majesty. A pit lord, armored and colossal, something I’ve never seen before except in books or from the back of a gryphon. When you’re naked and it’s looming over you, it seems a lot bigger. A lot bigger.

Moving with it and clinging to the great demon’s many legs are three female demons, shivarras, all of them at least twice my height and dressed in gauzy loincloths and tops, each of them slightly different enough to provide. I can only assume by the way they whisper and fawn that they’re some kind of consorts or companions to the massive beast lumbering forth between them.

“So... I guess it probably wouldn’t be okay if I just kinda... like, took off, right?” I hitch my thumb back the way I came. I’m in trouble again, aren’t I?

“Not before you are... sampled, by Shaxus...” the pit lord growls. I back up a few steps only to find myself stopped cold by glowing green shackles suddenly appearing around my ankles, holding me fast. I really hope by “sampled” he doesn’t mean like... eat... or anything like that. That would suck. A lot.

“Um, by sampled you don’t mean like, with ranch dressing right? We’re not talking like a sampler platter right? You... mean something else?”

“The great Shaxus shall take you for his own, a mortal bride for one night...” one of the shivarra purrs, all three of them beginning to advance towards me. The one speaking is a bit leaner, her skin a soft blue, her horns larger than the other two but her chest a bit on the smaller side, oddly petite for a demonic giantess.

“...But it’s daytime....”

“Should you survive,” another hissed playfully, all three surrounding me now, lightly caressing their hands along my naked skin, leaning down to sniff and lick at my bare figure. “You shall be released. One more pleasant memory, a harbinger of the great lust of the Plunderer, He Who Is Shaxus.” She has deep violet skin accented with crimson hair, the chestier of the three, her eyes burning with aggression and passion.

“Come now, Za’shari,” the third coos, dragging her tongue along my cheek hard enough to drag my skin upward before it finally bounces back into place. “Don’t scare the girl. She’ll survive. I have faith in her.” This one, the third, is maybe the prettiest of the three -- her eyes are large and expressive, her hair a lustrous black, and her body slim and athletic and wrapped in pale, creamy green skin.

“I merely give her fair warning of the stakes, Aziva,” the second -- Za’shari -- says back before turning her attention back towards me, admiring me like a small, pretty toy.

“I like her,” the first one whispers, draping one arm around me and gently trailing her forked tongue along my breast, causing me to shiver with reluctant pleasure. “And she’s like us, too. Do you think Shaxus will be pleased?”

“He will adore her, Liliah,” Aziva coos, flicking my chains free and lifting me up completely with the two arms on her left side, examining me briefly and extending her tongue to coil and curl around my soft girlcock, making it start to swell against my volition. To be honest, these shivarras are cute and seem pretty cool, getting raped by just them may be kinda fun, but... it’s the pit lord I’m afraid of.

Wait. Like us? It takes a few seconds to register. Do these demonesses all have...?

I swallow hard as I look down, my legs dangling and tail swishing frantically, and... yeah. They’re “like me” alright, at least, like me after midnight and before noon. Just a hell of a lot bigger. Each of the three shivarras -- Aziva, Liliah, and Za’shari, I try to keep their names in order for posterity -- sports an outrageous tent in those long, gauzy loincloths of theirs, each monstrous girldick appearing to be at least a foot in length. I’d be mortified by that alone if I hadn’t had the misfortune to glance back in the direction of the enormous, lumbering pit lord.

The “monstrous” cocks of the shivarras now seem like toothpicks in comparison to their betrothed, and my heart skips a beat just looking at it. Unsheathed from his lower body, Shaxus the Plunderer now visibly sports a demoncock so horrifyingly large that the term “survive” starts to make a hell of a lot more sense. “H-hey, ladies,” I stammer softly as the three shivarras return to surrounding me, sliding their long, forked tongues along my body and making me squirm more and more, especially as they grow more emboldened. “What exactly is Shaxus the, um... plunderer, of?”

“Maidens, typically,” Liliah grins, dragging her tongue along my thighs to trail it along my ass, the little fleshy forks flicking and teasing along my asshole and making me quiver in involuntarily bliss. I’m all but totally coated in demon saliva now, and can’t help but wonder if there may be a reason for that. “And us, of course -- his harem.” She punctuates her statement by extending her tongue forward, the slippery appendage ending up considerably longer than I’d originally thought. It penetrates my asshole outright, sliding deep into me and suddenly (and... yeah, I guess pleasantly) reminding me of the tentacles from last night as it slowly slides back and forth inside of me. This silences her entirely, of course, but there are still two more shivarra to worry about.

“A-and, um...” I try to stammer, trying to at least keep them talking, though I’m unsure where that will get me. I bite my lip hard in attempt to stifle a moan, but that’s no use -- between Liliah’s tongue slowly, sensuously drilling my ass and Aziva’s tongue coiling and massaging around my aching, time-sensitive girldick, trying to keep a clear head is getting incredibly difficult. I start to wonder whether I even want to get out of this situation, but the looming inevitability that is Shaxus continues to plague my mind even as I deeply enjoy the treatment of his demon brides.

My moaned, garbled attempt at speech is suddenly silenced as well when Za’shari adds her own tongue to the fray, this one extending forth and penetrating my mouth, sliding wetly down my throat in an intensely intimate combination of deep kiss and tentacle throatfuck. I feel the demonesses pawing at me lustfully, cooing, purring, their delicately-clawed hands pawing along my breasts, rolling them in circles, more of them grabbing and gently squeezing my butt. If their job is to get me excited for a good ol’-fashioned plundering... then they seriously deserve a raise, because they’re good at it.

Just when I swear I’m about to legitimately orgasm from the three-pronged tentatongue assault, I hear that rumbling voice again, the voice of their lord, of the tank-sized behemoth that is Shaxus. “Briiing her to meee...” the voice growls, and I let my eyes flutter open to gaze at the beast’s massive, four-legged majesty, still sporting that gigantic erection that has “Jaeya’s butt” written all over it.

Not literally, of course. But, y’know, figuratively. Like, it might as well. Because that’s definitely where it’s headed.

I try to splutter out a protest the instant Za’shari’s tongue leaves my mouth. “H-hey, wait, can’t we talk this thing out? We can do diplomacy right? What if I put on a show for you, hey? One sexy draenei, three hot shivarras, not too bad yeah? You can get off to that, right?”

“Maaake herrr shhhhhhh,” Shaxus growls, his massive bulk lumbering forward a few more steps as he reaches his hand out to take me. His brides are content to hand me over, though they do move along with me, continuing to fawn and caress and lick, two long tongues now slithering around and between my tits, squeezing them gently as I’m lowered onto Shaxus’s lap. I shudder a little when I feel it -- feel that rocket-sized column of fel flesh grind between my asscheeks as I’m lowered onto it, facing away from Shaxus to give his brides a better angle to admire and molest me.

As far as making me “shhh” goes, I quickly find another tongue -- this one Liliah’s -- stuffing itself back into my mouth. I gag briefly, but then it slips easily down my throat. The brides are now stripping their gauzy garments off of one another, revealing their stunning, four-arm physiques... and giving me an even more intimidating look at those huge dicks of theirs, each fully hard and pulsing eagerly, as if they’re all waiting their turn. Za’shari pulls up in front of me, grinding her sizeable breasts up and along Shaxus’s shaft, getting him ready for me as I ride on his huge, malformed length like a Mechano-hog.

“I hope you’re ready, sweetheart,” Aziva coos politely, gently licking and biting at one of my nipples, wrapping one long leg around Shaxus’s torso and straddling the two of us, pressing her huge cock gently against mine and then slowly, sensuously grinding against it, making even my noteworthy girldick look tiny by comparison.

I try to say “I’m not” but that’s difficult to say when your entire esophagus is getting defiled. Instead, I just have to deal with what’s coming, the inevitable... as Shaxus’s colossal, blue-gray, knobby cock lifts up a little, just enough to press the tip against my saliva-slick asshole and shove. Simple physics prevents it at first, and he lifts me up without penetrating me -- before he wraps one enormous hand around my midsection, holding me fast. He thrusts upward again.

This time, physics doesn’t do a damn thing.

“MMmmmMMppPHH!!!” No amount of saliva or teasing can make this not the biggest thing that’s ever gone in my asshole in my entire life. It’s absolutely unreasonable, and if I hadn’t had two tentacles inside of me just last night, I honestly thing I would have broken. I’m seriously gonna have to get in some more anal practice if things like this are going to keep going inside of me.

The penetration is slow at first as the inside of my body outright rejects something of that size, but Shaxus is insistent -- he is “the Plunderer,” after all, and I’d say he’s earned his name. I can feel this thing inside me, this enormous dick, so hot and throbbing within me, making me feel almost faint as he stretched out my pale, pliable draenic backdoor. I shudder and squirm, my muffled scream fading into urgent, gargled murmurs that seamlessly bridge the gap between utter horror and intense pleasure.

I let my eyes flicker back open and hazard a glance downward, seeing a slight distension in my stomach from Shaxus’s cock. My own, comically smaller shaft is painfully erect, flexing and pulsing so hard that a little trickle of precum squeezes from my tip, making Aziva’s lustful rubbing and frotting against me a little easier, a little more exciting. Fuck, I’m a complete slut aren’t I? If I actually enjoy myself -- once again -- and if I actually have an orgasm from all of this, then I’ll have hit the point of no return. The Slut Event Horizon. And as much as I hate to think it, I don’t think that’s far off.

A low squeal, like the sound of air being let out of a balloon, escapes me when I feel Shaxus draw back slightly, the bump in my belly retracting a little, and the stupid part of my brain (admittedly, the biggest part) wonders for just a moment if it’s over, if that was it. If that was all the plundering that was really needed. I’m brought sharply back to reality when Shaxus thrusts forward into me again, stretching my aching ass out even more, drilling even deeper inside of me. It’s all downhill after that -- the pit lord begins a slow, steady rhythm, his hand around my waist controlling our motion as the hips of his grossly centaurian body seem to lack real function in that way.

I steal a gasp of air when Za’shari’s tongue slides out of my throat, colors I’d forgotten I’d lost seeming to return to my field of view as I suck in sweet, sweet oxygen. I should obviously have known that this wasn’t for my benefit, but when I see the brides start to shuffle and reorganize, I get the picture. It’s particularly hammered home when Liliah presses the tip of her huge blue girlcock against my lips, rubbing it lightly across them before shoving her hips forward. Gasping for once again, it slides into my mouth -- thick and warm and hard and strangely sweet, her scent and taste almost intoxicating. Actually, shit, she’s a demon. For all I know, sucking her cock is actually equivalent to a couple shots of hard liquor. I’ve heard of stranger things.

Za’shari herself, strangely, resumes her position of using her impressively big, soft, purple tits, this time for the forces of good rather than evil. Taking a gentle lick across my aching cock, she pushes those big boobs up along it and squishes them together, sweetly cradling my throbbing dick between them. Her job, while generous, is an easy one, as each time Shaxus yanks my entire body upward or slides it back down, essentially using me as a pocket-pussy, my cock also slides up between those big soft orbs. I feel like getting titfucked twice in two days is lucky, but if the universe decides to keep this up, I’ll be very accepting of it.

I shoot a thick, hot load of sticky cum across Za’shari’s face before I have time to think about it or be embarrassed about it, or even before I realize what Aziva’s doing -- the lean shivarra straddling Shaxus and I once again but this time pressing her gigantic dick between my boobs. I’m having a hard time focusing, all things considered, and with Liliah’s cock pumping in and out of my mouth I’m having a tough time even seeing what’s going on around me, but I try to be grateful; wrapping one arm lazily around Aziva’s huge shaft and hugging it tight to my tits, squishing them as tightly around the enormous rod as I can.

Things start to blur together as my mind overloads from everything, all the sensation. I do my best to keep my attention on what’s going on around me, but it’s increasingly tricky -- the sensation of Shaxus’s fire hydrant-sized cock drilling its way in and out of my asshole is distracting enough, but I have enough outside stimulation that it becomes more bearable than I would have thought. If Shaxus wrecking my tight blue butt is the cake, then Za’shari’s tits squeezing around my cock, Aziva’s huge shaft sliding between my tits, and Liliah’s dick sliding down my throat are the frosting, sprinkles, and strawberries that make the whole thing seem like a single coherent sensation.

My mouth opens into a silent scream, mind fogging as I just try to endure, just try to hold on a little longer -- amazingly feeling another few jets of hot cum shoot out of me as a second climax seizes me almost before the last one concluded. This one, however, isn’t just mine. I feel a warm splatter of demonic spunk shoot across my face and throat as Aziva blows her load on me, and Za’shari is no longer content with simply pleasuring me. Horrifyingly enough, I woozily notice her standing up completely, her tits and face creamed with my cum, and pressing that huge purple girlcock of hers against the stuffed, stretched rim of my asshole, trying to force her way in alongside Shaxus.

Despite my eyes widening and that silent scream quickly escalating to an actual scream, she succeeds -- my shriek becoming a messy gurgle as Liliah blasts her load of hot fel cream into my mouth, causing me to splutter and whine, then gasping out once more as I feel a second enormous dick slowly cram its way into my ass, Za’shari’s sawing back and forth against Shaxus’s inside of me, filling me beyond what I thought was possible... yet, even though it hurts, even though it feels absolutely absurd to be stuffed this full, I can’t help but feel like I’m about to get off again. I mewl weakly when I feel Liliah’s dick rubbing gently against the side of mine, then squeal out when Aziva’s hand wraps around the both of us, squeezing us together as her tongue coils and slides around us, using her mouth on our flush girlcocks.

Her mouth sinks down around the two of us, engulfing the two shafts and taking them deep down -- drooling and purring around both of them as she gradually withdraws her hand, letting her tongue and lips do the work as she bobs up and down along the conjoined shafts. The tiny little forks of her tongue tease and prod delicately at my urethra, making me spasm yet again before erupting for the... fuck, what is it... the third time? The third time. I’m starting to think I’m a sucker for punishment, but with all of this happening, all at once, it’s just... fuck, it’s just....

Uh oh. Wait. No. Shit. Stop. My eyes fly open again as I feel a familiar stirring down below, my overstimulated girlcock twitching before retracting completely. It’s noon. It has to be noon. My protrusion of flesh neatly reverses itself, completely vanishing from Aziva’s cum-filled mouth and leaving her blowing Liliah alone, then looking up at me with confusion. “You... mmph...” she pulls up off of the bigger demonic cock, licking her lips and looking up at me, then back down to my newly-manifested pussy. “You change...?”

“Um... yeah. Twice a day. It’s complicat-- nngahhhh!!” a muffled explanation is quickly turned into a squeal as Liliah’s massive cock -- already in the right area for a sudden vaginal assault, slides past my delicate pussylips and drills into me, adding a third source of intense heat to my insides. The shivarra consort wastes no time, either, straddling me fully and picking up a deep, slow rhythm, not quite able to truly pick up speed yet due to my tightness. I start to really wish that my pussy didn’t grow back fresh every time, but at least I can take a small bit of comfort in the idea that, by midnight tonight, it will have structurally forgotten the agonizingly huge dick that was just stuffed into it. No similar promises for my ass, though -- that’s on its own.

“Pleasantly exotic,” Aziva purrs softly, licking along the side of my face and briefly locking her lips around one of my breasts, sucking gently as she fondles me. I hear rumbling coming from beneath me as Shaxus picks up his pace, jerking himself off with me, my entire body bouncing up and down as he ruthlessly spears my butt, causing the noticeable swell in my belly to push up before vanishing, then bumping up into view again. “I’ll have to remember you, should you survive and flee this place,” the shivarra continues, slithering that long tongue of hers all the way around my breast.

While I get reasonably afraid of her trying to stuff her creamy green dick inside one of my already-stuffed holes, Aziva takes some small measure of mercy on me by standing to her full height and pressing her cock against my lips, only recently evacuated and subsequently frosted by Liliah. Just grateful that she isn’t going for an already-occupied entrance, I open my mouth and let her inside, my tongue lapping along the spicy-tangy skin of her demonic shaft. I then try to relax my throat, as she pushes forward, sliding in deep until I have to choke around her. Fortunately, my gag reflex is learning quite a lot from the past few days -- maybe soon I’ll be able to take something this deep without making a “chllkkkk” sound. Not this day, though.

I become a powerless puppet, stuffed from all ends, now completely airtight as demonic cocks drill me from every angle, forcing their way into every hole I have -- and one hole far more than it deserves. I twitch and spasm and splutter before finally simply hanging limply, my tits bouncing up and down rapidly each time my body takes a rough thrust from Shaxus or one of his three brides. I feel my pussy clench down around Liliah’s invading shaft, quivering around it as a silent scream echoes from inside of me, muffled around Aziva’s huge dick as a wild climax shakes through me. I’ve completely lost track of them, at this point.

Things only seem to go downhill from there. I hear moans and wails of pleasure from the three brides as they each take to their choice of hole more eagerly and with more shameless abandon. My eyes flicker open and shut as jolts of sensation shake me in and out of focus, looking up or down at them, each thrusting frantically, their tits jiggling just like mine as they stuff my every entrance -- and then they start to unleash their thick loads of spunk onto, and primarily into, me.

I squeal out as much as I can before several thick splurts of Aziva’s cum lace across my face and mouth, causing me to splutter and gasp out once more as I feel the other two shivarra pump their sticky spunk into my pussy and ass. I can feel it burbling inside of me, gooey and slick, providing even more lubrication for Shaxus to increase his own pace, which is now becoming more frantic than I thought possible for a creature of his massive size. I feel Liliah and Za’shari slowly slide out of me with satisfied sighs, all three brides now clinging lightly to me, licking and groping at my aching, spasming body as Shaxus takes his toll, rutting his massive “shoulders” (hips? I have no fucking clue) upward as he jerks me up and down with his hand.

With Za’shari having “evacuated” my backdoor, it allows Shaxus to pound me harder and more freely, and even as I squeeze my eyes shut and shriek in ecstasy for what might be my fifth climax today, I hear a low, tectonic rumbling from beneath me as the pit lord pistons his massive cock in and out of my ass, the thick, ridged, throbbing length starting to pulsate angrily inside of me before finally erupting. What must be actual quarts of demonic cum shoot inside of me, much of it splurting out of my overstuffed asshole while a little manages to get coughed out of my mouth, my entire body thrumming with sensations so beautifully foul I can’t even begin to comprehend them. My body is singing with excessive pleasure and yet entirely numb at the same time, tingling, my mind going blank.

The next thing I can remember, I’m laying on the mossy, overgrown tiles of the abandoned temple grounds, covered from head to hoof in cum and spasming weakly, eyes open and glossy and spunk trickling from each of my annihilated holes.

“Thiiis ooone liiived... she may gooo.” I hear Shaxus’s voice, and the gentle fawning and cooing of his three brides. Aziva, in particular, seems to look down on my body with something resembling fondness, kissing my cheek lightly.

“Not bad, little draenei,” she whispers, nibbling the edge of my pointed ear. “Maybe we’ll meet again, some day.”

The four of them retreat back into the forest that they’d come from, likely waiting for another ambush of a wanderer like me. It isn’t until I can no longer hear Shaxus’s massive footfalls, however, that I finally try to struggle into an upright position. My knees wobble as I try to find my balance, panting softly and literally dripping with cum. I lived through it. And more importantly....

Yes, it’s still there. I lived through it, and I still have the staff.

Tightening my hands around the haft of the thing, I set my sights back on the direction I’d been going in the first place. Back, hopefully, towards civilization. Only this time, I actually need to use the staff as a staff.

I can do this. I’m gonna get it back to the Underbelly. I’m gonna be a hero.