Chapter 7.1

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“Holy fuck that's a lot of cum, you were really backed up huh,” said Flora.

“This! This is incredible! The amount of concentrated life stuffed into your friend, she is practically glowing!” said Solomon, her eyes locked onto the obscene mass that was Vivi.

“Tell me dryad, does this help in any way with telling what exactly is happening to Fey?” said Ellaria, looking up from where she was perched on the corner of a table, book in hand.

“Yes, no, maybe. I simply cannot believe that she does not have a soul, there was more life concentrated in that one ejaculation than an entire forest. The question is not ‘does she have a soul?’, but ‘where is her soul?’ It is possible it is detached from her body, perhaps taken and put in a phylactery of some kind that allows a connection to her.”

“Are you saying that she is a lich?”

“A form of lich? Perhaps. It is hard to say.”

“If we recovered her soul would her body return to normal?”

“I honestly have no idea, I am not one for transformative magic. It is only something that can be tested.”

“Hrmm. This does not really help.”

“You can say that again,” said Flora, who was floating behind Vivi near Fey’s back legs and looking down.

“What? What is it?” said Ellaria, not liking the look in Flora’s eye.

“It’s her balls Ella.” The gnome looked up. “They’ve gotten even bigger.”

The centaur let out a long pained whine. “Oh, gods, the pressure, It feels like my balls are pulsating, they’re just so full!”

Ellaria gave the gnome an uncharacteristically gobsmacked outraged look.

“H-how?! She just emptied a small lakes worth of cum into Vivi! How are they bigger! This isn't allowed!”

“I don't know do I! Maybe they are filling faster than they can be emptied, maybe what we’re doing isn't enough and she’s still backed up.”

“How do they look?”

“Like a pair of very taught melons swollen to their limit.”

“Gods. Okay, fine, something needs to be done. Flora you got your wish. Milk our friend for all she’s worth, this is a command from your Captain.”

An incredibly lewd smile appeared on the pink-haired gnome’s face and her eyes lit up with lust.

The gnome waved her hands in the air and an invisible force gently took hold of Vivi, her massive outrageously rounded belly gradually shifted and rolled aside, carrying the fox girl with it. She whimpered unconsciously as Fey’s dick was pulled from her pussy, her lips desperately hanging onto it as it slowly pulled out bit by bit. The semi flared tip of the still hard cock dragged at her folds until with one last schluuurping airy sound it lurched out. A wash of cum came with it that flooded down Vivi’s belly. The cock came free and the head swung to the side and with it came one final spurt of cum that had been trapped in the shaft.

A thick sticky rope of white was launched across the room and Ellaria and Solomon, who had been standing and watching, took it head on. White splattered up the lithe dryad’s torso and across her breasts and the rest hit Ellaria in the face.

The elf yelped and quickly wiped away the cum but the dryad was frozen, unmoving.

Flora carefully put the sphere of cum that was Vivi to the side, her body resting entirely on top of her own swollen stomach, her fox tail hanging limp over its curve, and turned back to the dryad.

“Uh, sorry about that, she can be pretty messy.”

“I-” breathed the dryad.

Flora tilted her head. “Are you okay? It’s just a bit of cum, harmless.”

As she spoke the thick rope of cum touching the dryad’s skin began to sink and absorb into her, the white vanishing and her skin returning to its usual smooth blemish-free state.

“...Did your skin just absorb that cum flower girl?”

“The most- that is the most life rich delicious thing I have ever ever eaten, my gods! I- I need more! I need more!”

“Well you’ll have to wait until she cums again, and that ain’t happening until I’ve had my turn.”

“P-please have your turn!”

“Well duh that's what I’m doing.”

The gnome suddenly shot out a palm and the door to Fey’s bedroom slammed open. On the other side was a gigantic reinforced bed, a bed made large and strong enough for the larger species, a centaur being one of those larger species. She closed her hand into a fist and an invisible force grabbed hold of the bed. With a grinding squeaking sound the bed dragged across the floorboards to the door and then jammed in it, far too big to fit. Flora raised a hand to rip down the walls but the dryad stepped forward

“Allow me, anything to get this done faster,” said the dryad.

She held out a hand and the wooden walls of the bedroom rippled and suddenly buckled, the door expanding outward as the wood shifted and grew out of position.

“Oh hey, thanks.”

The gnome grabbed hold of the bed once more and pulled it into the main common room. Couches and tables shifted out of the way as it was dragged toward Fey, then carefully arranged so the bed was in the center of the room. The gnome eyed her handiwork then nodded her head in satisfaction.

Fey was struggling on the ground, trying to get to her feet, but each motion of her lower legs shifted her balls and caused her to hiss air through her teeth in discomfort.

“Stay still, this will only take a second.”

The gnome lifted her hands and the centaur let out a gasp as she was bodily lifted into the air. She drifted away from the destroyed couch and was gently laid down on the bed on her back.

Flora bit her lip and then wiggled her hips and pulled down her short shorts, hooking them from her legs, then came her lace panties which she flicked off her toe. She then shed her blouse and dropped it to the floor.

“I’ve been dreaming about this every night since the hotspring Fey, imagining being filled by you, just a giant slutty cum dump for everything you have to give.”

The centaur squirmed on the bed, her cock throbbed, bobbing up and down, the head of it was still semi flared and cum dripped and oozed from along its cum slathered length.

Fey swallowed nervously as the gnome drifted nearer, a creamy rope of gel-like fluid hung down from Flora’s muff, her clit poked from its hood angrily, hard and erect and twitching, a sign of just how incredibly aroused Flora was.

The gnome licked her lips, her eyes locked on to the throbbing horse dick.

Fey’s balls seemed to shift excitedly.

“G-gods, H-hurry Flora, it’s sore!”

The gnome shot out a hand and the cum coated dick raised up into the air, strings of cum that connected it to her barrel snapping as it rose.

The gnome floated above it as fem fluid oozed down between her legs and her breathing became heavier and heavier.

She turned her body until she was facing away from Fey, her back to the centaur’s upper half so that she was facing the dryad who was looking on with increasingly visible interest.

The top of Fey’s cock was tickled by the line of Flora’s fluids that slowly drooled down onto its surface.

“Just watch a master at work yeah?” she said to the dryad.