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The lust clung to the leaves, palpable and delicious with every breath they took while dwelling in the realm of the Goddess. Ephyth was one of the ancient gods - worshipped for as long as there were people to worship, considered outdated and even barbaric by some more modern followers of various newer deities. But those who remained devoted knew there were many rewards to reap from praising and dedicating themselves to a goddess of celebration, lust, procreation, and rebirth. They came from every corner of the world, every city, every tribe, every species and race, and they gathered together in peace to attend the annual festival. Some of them might have considered each other long-time enemies, sworn rivals, or were even actively at war with each other - but under their ancient mistress, they were all equal and at peace. And most of all, they were horny.

Whether it was the anticipation of arriving at the feast, or there was some sort of magic, some sort of divine energy wafting over the whole thing, they couldn't really know. The eleven ladies were wet or hard by the time they passed by the half-drake guardians who allowed them access to the expansive temple, nestled in the deepest, darkest part of a dangerous forest. Sticking together had kept them all safe on the way there, but that was only the beginning of the dangers. Not everyone who made that journey returned to tell the tale. They knew that well, but they knew the pleasures, the potential rewards far outweighed the risks. Or maybe they were so deeply indoctrinated they thought so. Either way, they weren't turning around now, especially once their bodies started reacting to that warm, enticing feeling swimming in the air all around them, making them suck their lungs full of that untamed, natural scent and feel it flowing through their veins. Whether they were from cities, villages, or wandering tribes, they all knew exactly what they needed to do next. It wasn't a matter of thinking about it, and they certainly didn't make any conversation. Their bodies guided them to where they needed to be, splitting them off into groups to indulge their senses to the fullest and get the festivities started.

If her fellow high elves say Nalea associating with a dark elf then there would have been all sorts of trouble, for both of them. Phae was supposed to kill elves like Nalea on sight, but she really wasn't in the mood. She was horny, and that soft, pale skin looked so very smooth for stroking and even licking. Nalea proved easy to seduce. Just a few rubs, a few gropes, and then a gentle shove, and that high-and-mighty elfess was down on her knees for her sworn enemy, wrapping her lips tight around a thick black dick. Why not? She was there to indulge, just like any of the others. Just because she was from a bigger, more prosperous city than the rest of them didn't mean she was without urges. She slipped and slopped up and down Phae's cock with all the depraved need of a lust-crazed succubus, swiftly drenched in sweat and precum as she smacked her face against the dark elf's perspiration-slick crotch, delving her nose into a particularly fragrant tuft of hair. The white-haired elf crossed her arms and did her best to maintain the usual disimpassioned demeanour that was so characteristic of her kind. But there was no staying stoic through a suckjob like that, especially watching that cute, perfect little high elf getting all sweaty and tear-streaked in the process of pleasuring her enemy like that. She'd set a very good initial standard. Everybody was there to fuck. There was no being modest or haughty about it, no matter where you were from.

Or course, Phae wasn't going to just stand there and endure all that pleasure without some input of her own. That elf had such pretty red hair. It was like a blazing, fiery sunset. Or maybe a forest fire. Either way, it was perfect for snatching and tucking, the dark elf digging her fingers into those locks right down to the scalp and clutching tight, yanking on Nalea's head to keep her deepthroating that fat dick right down to the balls. Phae's sack gave a juicy twitch against the other elf's lower lip while she held herself inside, wrapped snug between those thick lips as drool cascaded down the pretty elf's chin. She wondered if Nalea was royalty. She certainly had the prideful way about her, and the look too. Or maybe everyone like her was just like that. Either way, Phae was dedicated to absolutely ruining that precious thing, ramming her dick straight down a smooth, bulging throat, making Nalea gag and choke on it violently. That poor elf's whole body was convulsing as she struggled not to pass out with that fat dark elf dick rutting her gullet like that. But she was determined. She had to show everyone she could fit in among all the other worshippers, and so she wasn't even going to think of complaining, no matter how strenuous it got. Latching on and sucking hard, clinging to Phae's hips and ass, she did her best to give as good as she got, the steady schlurk of her plunging that shaft down her own throat again and again enough to put a smirk on the dark elf's face.

"Mmmm ... and here I thought you'd recoil from me if I so much as mentioned getting intimate. Now here you are, sucking the taste right off my dick. You like that drow musk, do you?"

Phae reached down and smacked a hand against the back of Nalea's skull, forcing her forward, keeping her fully impaled on that dark, veiny dick. Nalea hadn't breathed in a while, but she was still sucking, still servicing, her perfect nose buried deep in Phae's crotch-tuft, swimming in all the sweat accumulated there, sniffing it down with every desperate attempt to get some air. Looking at that lovely little pristine efless all slathered and dripping and shining with the mess they were making together, Phae simply couldn't help herself. There was no more holding back, so she just threw herself into it, hunching over her partner like she had transformed into the gnoll among the group, bucking, thrusting, fucking that gorgeous face until she blew her load straight down Nalea's throat. Filling her gut with drow jizz in seconds meant the high elf was swiftly overflowing, a thick helping of fresh cum pouring up and spurting from her lips, no matter how tightly she pursed them. Some even came gushing from her nostrils, with nowhere else to go, ensuring she was utterly imbued, completely branded with the scent of her rival. Though she could always be muskier.

Phae yanked her shaft out from the embrace of those smooth lips after three good pumps of cream, laying the rest all over Nalea's face. It splattered along her smooth features, forming a heavy mask of strongly-scented cream. Then she splashed those tits with spunk, panting Nalea down like she was her canvas, transforming her into a masterpiece in the process of making her partly vanish. The high elf had done so well staying steady all through that messy facefuck, but that was when she finally broke. Coughing, hacking really, she choked up all the excess cum she couldn't swallow, falling to her hands and knees before Phae as if in reverence. The drow had to admit she liked the look of Nalea down on all fours before her. She was included to take advantage of such a subservient pose. Gripping her partly-softened dick once her climax came to a close, she pointed it right down at that bare back of Nalea's, and just let loose, hosing her down with fresh, golden piss, letting it all cascade over that perfect little regal elf. It might have washed some of the cum away, but it only added to the musky mark, leaving Nalea smelling richly of drow lust and sweat alike, crawling in a puddle of fluids as that shower came to a finish.

"We're both here for the goddess of course - but for now, Nalea. You're mine."

Phae lifted a foot to shove it against the high elf's shoulder and knock her to the grass, where she remained sprawled and gasping, just recovering from that rough treatment. But once she was able, there was a smile on her face, no matter how ruined she was.

They of course weren't the only ones inspired to fuck each other by the lust that flowed thickly through the air. A bit of sweaty elf musk was one thing. But the overpowering smell of sex wafting off the heavy-set ladies off to one side proved truly potent. They were a sweaty, raunchy mess. Thisla might have surprised everyone during the journey with how well-spoken and charming she was, but she was still a gnoll. That meant she was wafting the scent of horny hyena as she snarled and bounced atop the well-hung goblin beneath her, riding that thick green cock so hard it seemed to vanish inside of her. The goblin certainly wasn't being taken against her will, as vicious as her partner may have been. She stuffed that gnoll to the nuts, her dick throbbing taut and spurting juices inside those humid depths. Riding here was a comfy thing. She might well have had the plumpest pair in the entire group, but it was pretty close. Thisla meanwhile, was mostly muscle, but without her own curves. Though in those moments, she was little more than a beast, giving over to those instincts and slapping those spotted thighs down around against Gnerzie's hips over and over, making those generous goblin assets jiggle wildly with the force of a wild gnoll fuck, as if she were a captive brought back to the camp. If the rumours were true anyway.

"Ah ah ah! Fuckkkk ..." came the goblin's shrill cry. "God, give me more, give it all ... destroy me you lunatic ..."

"Gladly."

Thisla took that as a compliment, and showed just how well she fit the term by letting out one of those typical unhinged hyena cackles. The sound was enough to turn some heads, even in the middle of their own depravity. Then it was all the sound of wet smacking. Thisla didn't flinch, even when she was slamming down hard enough to possibly bruise the both of them. She remained solely focused on driving that dick inside of her, on rutting herself raw as the two hairy ladies clung together and sweated all over each other. It was hard to say whose scent was stronger, really. Both of them were richly enticing in their own way, enough to make the unexpecting observer choke briefly before realizing just how pleasant their particular musky perfume happened to be. It was only getting hotter, steam rising from their bodies, drool dripping from their mouths. A long strand of excess saliva stretched down from Thisla's drooping tongue, finally snapping off to spatter into Gnerzie's pigtails. The both of them were soaked, for all the perspiration pouring out of them, clinging to the goblin's tufts of hair, or to the gnoll's rough fur. And they weren't stopping, weren't even pausing for breath, keeping up that relentless fuck until the slapping was somehow echoing even out there in that open space. The goblin lost herself in crying out, in all but streaming in pleasure, and all that whooping laughter endured from the gnoll as they rocked their bodies in divinely-inspired lust, ascending to a peak together, in perfect synchronization.

The cumshot that bulged its way from Gnerzie's balls and up through her dark green dick was juicy enough to be heard, and from a good distance too. It glsshhhed up thick between those spotted thighs while the goblin unloaded that massive torrent. A squiggly vein on her emerald cock bulged out taut while he dick flexed and she fired off a whole mess of heavy goblin cream. The pressure was too much. She was soon painting her whole belly in shiny white seed, splashing over her tits, making a puddle of what didn't fit inside the hyena. Thisla certainly didn't mind a bit of interspecies fucking, like most gnolls, and Gnerzie certainly wasn't complaining, sore as she might have been. She'd stuffed that hyena good, left her sloshing just a bit, overflowing, adding a nice feminine roundness to her muscular shape. Panting as if smoking, she sweated as much as the hyena herself, adding her musk to the air in a thick, almost choking cloud. It would have been a very good time to rest. But feeling that musky hyena cunt wrapped around her dick, she couldn't help but break out of that giggly afterglow.

Once Thisla pulled off that dick, producing a heavy splurrrt as the pressure came off, she got a surprise in the form of the goblin suddenly rolling her fatigued, rotund form over and doing her best to pounce up at her. It was a pretty feeble effort, but the willpower it took after getting rode numb like that was pretty impressive in its own sense. The gnoll had to recognize that, at least. So she let herself be taken by the much smaller goblin, pushed down onto her back so Gnerzie could lay her fat gut against Thisla's own, still drooling, but wearing a devious smirk that showed her little fangs. Her cock firmed up again when she rubbed it against the gnoll's gut. Thisla found herself so curious about that shameless gob's plans that she went right ahead and let herself be manipulated, even if she was the more powerful of the pair by far. There were no other gnolls around to judge her for her submission. And even if there were, they probably would have approved of the fun of it all. After all, that thick, sweaty goblin had an impressive dick, and by the way she was jabbing those broad hips of hers, she knew how to use it.

Schlicking smoothly along the base of the hyena's fluffy tail, Gnerzie took her time lining up in place. This time she wanted an even tighter hole. She found that rim and she penetrated it nice and smoothly, all lubed up with sweat, cum, spit, everything really. It was enough. A gnoll wasn't the sort to complain anyway, but that was a smooth, slick penetration, sinking deeply into the big beast's body. Maybe Thisla looked a bit silly, half the size of her partner, doing her best to buck and grind and fuck that spotty ass as hard as she could. She pushed in deep and started thumping in an instant, paying no mind to rhythm or control. There was no need to be gentle with a gnoll, and those snarls of encouragement only confirmed it. She could bounce and hump and thrust deep inside as hard as she wanted, or at least as hard as her sloshing, jiggling body would allow. Despite all the pudge on her gut, all pressed down against Thisla's abs, she managed to keep going, to keep slamming and plapping those hairy green nuts against the gnoll's tailbase. That meant she was squeezing some cum out from between the hyena's thighs with all the pressure she was putting on her, fat ropes spraying out of that well-fucked pussy. That just added to the sloppy, splattering mess pouring off them both as beads of sweat so thick they could be heard pattering to the ground rolled off her body.

When she saw those fangs coming towards her, there was part of her that worried she'd displeased the gnoll, perhaps failed to satisfy her, and now she was going to get mauled. It was quite the relief that instead, Thisla was just curling up so she could properly kiss the goblin. They slobbered into each other's mouths a while, exchanging tongues noisily, and it was hard to really say who was drooling more. Locked in that tight makeout, their bodies flexed and shook, rumbling to a peak that threatened to knock down the whole temple. Gnerzie groaned, Thisla shrieked with laughter as if orgasm was the funniest thing in the world. Her inner muscles were powerful enough to milk a cumshot out of the goblin before she was really ready, and she wrapped her thighs about those juicy hips to make sure Gnerzie went nowhere as they soared their way to cumming together. Spurting, twitching, convulsing, contracting, their bodies were beyond their control for as long as the pleasure possessed them, pouring, soaking, and filling Thisla up until even she had a chubby belly of her own. For a time, they were free to relax and sigh in collective sloshing, sharing in that feeling as their scents competed with each other's, soaking into their bodies, marking and claiming one another in sweltering, musky goodness.

"Mmngh. Very good. You would be welcome at the tribe."

"I bet they'd like a plump goblin to eat up!" Gnerzie teased, but Thisla just answered seriously.

"Perhaps. But I say who gets eaten. You would be off limits."

"Well, that's real kind of you, darling. Maybe I'll just have to visit someday. You know. Once I'm done with my duties to the Goddess."

Meanwhile, the dwarf among them had taken instead to the feasting table. But that didn't mean she was any less horny than the rest. Rather than lusting for her travelling companions, Yaldreath had fixated on those silent watchers in the form of the hooded half-drakes that guarded the temple. The result of successful cross-breeding with the Goddess holy animals, they stood guard for all their lives, living simply and devoted entirely to Ephyth. That didn't mean they were without their own desires, and in such a festival, they were encouraged to let them out. The fire-haired dwarf took to drinking heavily as soon as she was able, but she made sure to bring several of those handsome hybrids over to her table while she did, gathering them up and offering them all sorts of saucy words to get them all worked up. Now she was stroking them all in turn, working her free hand from one, to the other, working along partly-scaled hybrid cocks as they lifted up their robes for her. One good cumshot into a pint of ale, and she swished it around a few times before chugging it down, getting that musky taste to go with the strong flavour of alcohol. And she was only getting drunker.

"Come on boys! Gimme all you got! Big girl's hungry and I need some extra flavour!" she bellowed. "Do they ever let you cum way out here? Must be all kinds of pent up from the way you're throbbing 'tween my fingers!"

Soon she was chomping into chicken legs or slices of roast meat all streaked in guardian cum, getting her lips and chin all smeared in the juices as she milked those horny hybrids for all they were worth. They were good for a lot more than just one cumshot, too. Maybe they had never permitted release until this day. That would explain how they could stay hard and want more even after laying a fat rope of jizz across her plate, or into one of her mugs. Their cum stayed thick and flavourful no matter how many climaxes she jerked out of them, and she kept on chugging and chomping the extra-seasoned treats even once her belly started feeling heavy. A dwarven appetite of course was a powerful thing during regular times. Yaldreath had travelled a long way, and of course, the Goddess' presence or influence was fuelling her to even an even higher peak of indulgence. She must have consumed half her weight in meat and guzzled half a barrel of ale by the time she was ready to lay back and belch some cum-scented puffs into the air. Falling back from her seat, she landed on her back with a groan, splaying out her limbs all naked and sweaty after such a feast. And of course the guardians gathered all around her once she was down. They weren't done yet.

This time she was powerless to pleasure them herself, but that didn't matter. They worked each other in a circle of mutual masturbation, ensuring each one of them got a good rubbing from their neighbour, working to four collective climaxes to paint and splatter that fat dwarf in guardian cum. She bluntly dug two thick fingers into her cunt while they basted her in hybrid musk, rapidly pleasuring herself to a squishy, squelching orgasm while that heavily masculine aroma swam through her sex-clogged senses. Their scent clung strongly to her skin, soaking in and seeming to become part of her, richly marking her as part of the temple. Perhaps that would improve her chances with the drakes, when the time came. But she was hardly thinking about that, or anything at all anymore. It was time to rest and prepare for the finale, and she was content to do it with a full, stretched belly and a second skin of hybrid spunk. It slowly rolled down her gut and tits as she laid herself on the ground like that, stretched out in a puddle and belching plenty. Some of it got in her mouth just to ensure the flavour remained a part of her palette, drowning out the aftertaste of her feast. The food and drink was enough to impress a dwarf, and that didn't come easy. Seemed Yaldreath had made the right choice of goddess to worship after all, despite the protests of her highly traditional family.

If there was one creature who could possibly rival dwarven stamina and depravity alike, it was an orc. Nexar was no half-orc hybrid with humanoid features. Her orcish countenance was akin to a raging boar, with tusks and wicked green eyes and plenty of scars with a tale to tell each. She had urges of her own, and none of those travelling companions could deal with them. Nor could those many guardians, even the largest of them. Instead, she had taken to the stables. There were plenty of beasts housed there, well taken care of, and she quickly settled upon the biggest of them all. That burly bull caught her scent and gave a snort. Several guardians stood by just in case things got carried away, their cocks pushing up beneath their loincloths, stiff and unyielding as they stoically took in the sight before them. The animals were feeling the lust in the air too. No sooner had that black-haired beast of an orc approached him, and the bull was already firming, already letting his sheath drop and his hefty cock push out along the slope of his belly. A few more snorts and he met eyes with Nexar. He might not have been able to talk, but he knew what she wanted, what she needed. It was just a matter of finding a place for it.

She found a chest-high table in the middle of the stable and led him there, watching his cock bouncing and swinging with his every step. Ducking down, she got beneath him in a flash, sliding her wet mouth over his shaft to fully engulf it. She did it without any apparent need for air, shoving it down her throat and letting the juices flow as she firmly sucked on him a short while, just to make sure he got fully firm. After that, it was a matter of bending her burly form over without any sort of hesitation. The way she just stretched her naked, hairy body out like that, it seemed she thought she was invincible. She hadn't been proven wrong yet. Some of the guardians made some reflexive gestures when that big bull mounted up on Nexar, thudding his dick down on her backside and planted his hooves atop that sturdy table. The legs wobbled slightly, but it somehow held up. Maybe it was meant for exactly that purpose. Meanwhile, that orc remained solid, unflinching even as a massive beast pushed his cock against her pussy. That meant slipping through a forest of wiry, wet black hair, sliding through her thick tuft to penetrate her with a harsh buck of his hips. A thundering moo, a heavy grunt, and that long-horned brute was fucking that orc pussy, shoving deep into her soaking depths without so much as a word of complaint from Nexar. The most she gave was a grunt as he sank deep, those titanic nuts slapping up against a sweaty green butt as he got to rutting her like she was his cow.

The guardians muttered amongst themselves in awe as the orc's body simply endured, withstanding the full force of that horny bull pounding into her. Every thrust brought a steamy hot snort from him, his hide glistening with the sweat he was working up, pouring that musky perspiration all over Nexar while she soaked below. Juices ran steadily down the bull's balls while he did his best to demolish that unyielding orc. She drooled a touch, her pussy getting tighter all around him, producing some extra squelching that got shockingly loud after enough strokes. It sounded like he was fucking a whole ocean of orc juices, making them spray out of her with those constant lunging thrusts. He was practically growling with those heavy grunts and puffs, steam so thick escaping his nostrils it looked like he was smoking inside. The smell of bull sweat almost competed with that of horny orc, but he couldn't quite drown it out, no matter how much he overheated in the process of giving his all to that burly woman. Nexar's hands remained planted, her back straight, her messy hair clinging to her face, tangled, sleek. She slowly nodded along with those steady whumps to her ass as the bull drove his dick balls-deep in her pussy, as if approving of his efforts.

She didn't even bother to wait for him to cum. Instead, she went off precisely when she wanted to. It was hard to tell she was reaching climax at first. Her muscles tensed a little, her deep breathing grew a little shaky, ragged as ever, sucked in through those sharp tusks and into her broad snout of a nose. Then she threw her head back to thump against his underside and clenched, throwing off his whole rhythm, forcing him to halt and then transition from long lunges to short, frantic thrusts. That went right along with her milking the absolute hell out of his cock with those harsh inner squeezes, working those muscles in ways a simple bull had certainly never felt before. He was left mooing as she squirted on his dick, and finally sank inside so deeply it let his nuts squish against her slathered pussy, plapping and patting while they bulged and twitched with all the pressure building up. Then an extended moo and he blasted her full of bull spunk, making her belly stretch in an instant. For as beefy and sweaty as Nexar might have been, she was looking more and more feminine with her gut stretching out like that, swelling out to a taut, rounded, sloshing, pregnant-looking shape. And maybe for just a moment she lost that intense expression on her face, changing over to something more glazed and satisfied. A faint trace of a smile curled her green lips, but it was hard to tell with those tusks, really.

Those guardians didn't get any more than a show, but the smells wafting out and hitting them were enough to drive them to the brink of lust. They couldn't help it. Snatching their own cocks, they set to frantically stroking as if to cum as quickly as possible, desperate to let off that pressure after such a demonstration. Nexar certainly wasn't helping them. She rested there with a bull dick deep inside her, cum pouring from her overflowing pussy, steadily streaming upon the floor and forming a musk-thick puddle. Thankfully, salvation arrived in the form of a thick-thighed kobold. Zriz was probably the shortest of all the travelling worshippers, but she made up for it by being near as wide. She giggled at the sight of those horny half-drakes, and just called out to them with a playfully flirty voice.

"Hey boys! Don't go off yet! Maybe I can interest you in getting up between these thiiiighs, hm?"

She spoke as if singing, turning her stubby tail around and wiggling a juicy 'bold booty in their direction. Another swirl and she squeezed her flat chest as if she had any breasts there, licking her lips, grinning with all those pointy teeth. Round, soft, and on full offer - of course they couldn't resist. They advanced on her like a swarm, grabbing at her body, tearing off any trace of clothing as they picked her up off the ground. That left her giggling again.

"Ooh, hey! One at a time! Or maybe two actually."

Even that generous offer wasn't enough for them. They pushed her around, grabbed her, groped her. They couldn't take her hands off that fine ass of hers, squeezing so tightly as to get past all the pudge and down to the muscle beneath. She squeaked and yapped and also just moaned plenty. But she didn't complain. They were bigger than her, stronger than her, but they were just doing their jobs. It wasn't long before she found herself down on the ground with them, laid over the chest of one as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her close, nibbling on her neck as he penetrated her. Sinking deep into her pussy, he was soon balls-to-balls with another of the males as that one took Zriz's fat ass. Before she could make too much noise about that double-penetration, another claimed her mouth, braving her teeth to slip along the surface of her tongue, fucking his way towards her throat. She glurked on that dick and did her best not to gag as they claimed her from all sides, pumping at different speeds each. Their lack of rhythm was jarring, but their dicks felt good inside her, so all she had to do was endure while she got her ass spanked and her face slapped up against a scaly crotch.

Shaking her jiggly body with those heavy thrusts, thumping from all sides, things soon got slick. They made her wet and drooly as they claimed her, bouncing, grinding, pounding away. They were just as bestial as those bulls for as long as it took for them to finish. Which wasn't long. The one in her ass went off first, his slick cock throbbing taut while he fell forward, laying over her back as he went off between her cheeks. A hot spurt beneath her short tail brought a muffled moan out of her, sweat mixing with jizz as it rolled down her cheeks, some of it eventually mixing in with her pussy juice. She was soon getting her cunt stuffed with guardian cum as the second one finished between her thighs, sinking all the way inside to shoot his seed into her womb as he unloaded. The last of the three poured some down her throat, and even took the time to yank out and paint her face, stroking his drooly shaft while he spurted on her features, leaving her masked and dripped as she sputtered beneath the torrent. And when one finished, another soon took his place.

"Woah - ackpth, koff - hey! Who invited all of you?"

There was no time for protesting. Three more guardians came around to claim her, attracted by the scent, or the sound, or just the sight of that jiggling booty. Her ass was the most in demand. She was soon shoved off one cock and onto her hands and knees, bent over and mounted by a particularly strong half-drake. He pumped her backside to completion, filling her belly with his seed as he nibbled on the back of her neck. And she didn't even get a chance to catch her breath before someone rolled her onto her back, leaving her legs kicking up in the air as she got pounced by a leaner of the lizardy guardians. He had to be to fit between those thighs of hers. His forked tongue flicked in her face, a spot of drool trailing from it to land in her mouth as he fucked her wildly, throwing himself into her squishy body, milking the yaps and eeps out of her. By then she was ready to go tight and wrap her legs around his waist, keeping him there just a little bit longer so she could cum. A good squirt mixed in with his own, that juicy glsssh combining musically as he filled her with even more spunk and she gushed some of it right back at him with the force of her release. She might even have managed to enjoy her orgasm if it wasn't for another half-drake taking the opportunity to sit on her chest and shove his cock straight down her throat, stifling her panting moans with a glurk as he fucked her mouth to a finish.

She might have even passed out briefly. That would explain all the jizz on her that she didn't remember getting covered in. Some of them had apparently taken to just jerking off over her dazed form while she recovered, leaving her steaming and covered in that delicious mark, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she panted like a dog, coated in their collective scent and brimming with an overflowing creampie from ass and pussy alike. All she could do was giggle dumbly, her eyes all out of focus and a big grin spreading over her face.

"Okay okay ... you win ... for now ..." she huffed, making no real effort to move just yet.

The lust in the air didn't hit everyone equally. There were some who were more modest about it. Though that didn't mean they were any less horny. Irelle's marecunt was already winking wetly by the time she spotted someone who might help her out. The centaur was in a haze of desire, desperate to get mounted, but even like that she had enough clarity to spot something curious about the nearby horsebird. Goldquill was a charming, regal hippogryph, one currently strolling around completely naked. That allowed Irelle to have a good look at those jiggling horse bits, those plump balls and filling sheath bobbing with her every trotting step. But more importantly, she couldn't help but notice the curious painted markings on Goldquiil's backside. Those white sploshes of colour looked a whole lot like her own haunches. It was a longshot, but it was entirely possible that the two of them were related. With a different father, of course. She simply had to ask.

"Um. Oh, excuse me! Ah, yes, you over there." Her voice was naturally soft. She had to really pull it up from her chest, puffing out her bare breasts in the process, just to make herself heard.

That was enough to get Goldquill's attention. She swished her tail as she turned herself to look at the centaur, offering a smile so charming that Irelle immediately blushed.

"Something I might help you with?" the bird offered.

Just approaching was enough to make her sheath firm up even more, the very head of her shaft pushing through, forming into a bit of a flare already. Irelle stiffened some, biting her lower lip.

"Um. Well! I'm not entirely sure if we should. That it would be right ..."

That made Goldquill tip her head birdishly. "Oh, come now. A hybrid like you averted to another just because I have a different species up top? We are half the same thing, you and I."

"Oh! No no." Irelle threw her hands up at that interpretation. "It's not that at all. I just realized, and this might just be a coincidence, but would you happen to know a ... Invarine?"

The mention of that name made Goldquill's eyes shine with delight.

"My! Whyever do you mention dear old Mother?"

"Oh my! Well, you see. That's the name of my mother!"

"Goodness!" Goldquill took the time to tip her head at the centaur again, and then just chirped and spread her wings wide to approach. "Then it seems I owe my half-sister a hug, at the least!"

Irelle was more than happy to accept that, feeling those silky wings brushing along her skin as the other hybrid embraced her, pressing her beak against one breast to lightly nuzzle. She knew she should have looked elsewhere for someone to take care of her needs, but being close like that, taking in that smooth, feathery scent, feeling the texture of the griff's fluff against her soft skin - oh, it was all too much! Irelle's pussy was winking fiercely by then, her whole hindquarters shaking with those muscular contractions. No, surely an additional indulgence in the name of their shared Goddess was perfectly acceptable. She reached down to run her fingers through the golden plumage that was her sister's namesake, bringing her hands to her nose after a few strokes just to bring in that enticing aroma. There was something so deliciously feminine and masculine all at once to Goldquill's personal perfume. Though the firmer she got, the more the musky masculine side was coming out, much to Irelle's sniffing pleasure. Finally, she dropped her voice low and spoke a covert confession.

"I think I still wanna ..."

"Oh me too, me toooooo, sister," came Goldquill's most sultry tone.

She just had to put emphasis on that word didn't she? It made Irelle blush so very hard. But she was already flagging her tail, already whimpering with rising need. All it took was a nod and the bird smiled at her, trotting on solid hooves to move around to the centaur's haunches. Irelle lowered herself as best she could, giving the tall hippogryph a good angle. Goldquill didn't go directly for penetrating that fine pussy. Instead, she pressed a scaled hand against those puffy, soaking lips and stroked a few times. That was enough to get an equine snort from Irelle, her whole body jerking forth at the pleasure she took from such a simple touch. A few rubs, and then the horsebirdl made a fist, sinking deep inside that flexible sex without much resistance on Irelle's part. She could flex and accommodate all sorts of sizes - but that didn't mean she was loose. No, she could clench, and she demonstrated it as Goldquill pushed her hand inside to the wrist, getting a nice squishy massage of sloppy maresex. The gryph pulled out with a schlop and leaned in to drag her tongue along that messy pussy, working up to the taut rim beneath the mare's tail and licking a few times, even pushing inside to eat that lightly sweaty ass with a chirp of pleasure. Irelle was only getting hotter as she let her sibling pleasure her, closing her eyes and moaning out as if singing as her arousal made her stamp a front hoof.

"Mmm ... patience," Goldquill teased, slipping back with a lick of her beak.

"I can't ... I just ... knowing how wrong this is ... "

"Makes it feel all the better, doesn't it?" The gryph was still so steady despite her arousal. Her cock pushed up to the base of her tits until she guided it to those waiting folds. "Perhaps it was destiny that our paths cross here - and that we fuck right here under the watch of our Goddess."

Irelle had no response for that other than an extended groan, one that only got louder as that horse cock slipped inside her. Goldquill might have been half bird, but below the waist, she was all equine, plunging deep inside the centaur as horse met horse, mare met stallion, and soon they fucked exactly as their instincts told them. It didn't matter if they were related, if half their blood was shared. The gryph clung to those solid haunches and pumped back and forth to mate and breed that fine half-horse, inspired by the scent coming from beneath her flagged tail. Such a rich fem-musk, driving her to go deeper, harder, to slip and slide along those wet innards until she was balls-deep in centaur puss, that ample sack of hers slapping up against juicy marepuss lips. She squawked a bit, finally dropping that dignified demeanour of hers in favour of just fucking that centaur raw. Her claws brushed along Irelle's horse hide, though she was of course careful not to actually scratch deeply enough to hurt. Just enough to get more leverage, to help her work that veiny dick in and out, thump thump thump, spanking the centaur so hard that Irelle had to fight against her own urge to buck.

She found herself clenching up so tightly that it was enough to bring a startled chirp out of the gryph. Goldquill had been inside plenty of tight pussies, but none that quite milked her like that. She slapped Irelle's butt in the process of just dealing with all the pleasure. It would have been so easy to just blow a load right there, but she refused. They were so compatible, the both of them. Right in the middle of juicy, gushing, oozing lust like that, there was hardly any doubt that Goldquill's seed would take. Knocking up her newfound sibling would have taken her right out of the running for serving the Goddess. And that would have simply been cruel. So instead, she yanked back with all the willpower she had, fluffing out her wings for balance as she rocked on her hooves and shot her cum all over Irelle's back. The centaur huffed and cried out desperately at first, not wanting to let go, but the process of pulling out was enough to make her cum. They rocked together in soaking, sweating release, that splissh of jizz hitting Irelle's back barely managing to equal the messy glursh of her juices pouring all over feathers and horsehide alike, hosing down her sibling's front side, soaking deep into her skin with that horny centaur scent as they huffed and dripped together in glorious glowing release.

"Hhhf ... stick with me, sis. We'll get through the trials better together. I'll be sure to take care of you," Goldquill assured.

"You're a good sister," Irelle faintly murmured. "I'm glad I found you."

There was just one more pair working out their lusts together as the sun began to set. Liba had been talking herself up on the whole journey over there. The half-elfess was such a fine specimen, perfectly combining the features of her species into one soft, smooth-skinned, curvaceous whole. Her balls were perfectly round, her cock plump and adorned with all the right veins for pleasuring a lady. Mysti was certainly hissing plenty. The pink-scaled lamia had taken an interest in the half-elf weight from the start, and it didn't take much convincing to bring her into those coils. She squeezed Liba only lightly of course - she wasn't about to crush someone beneath the eyes of the Goddess. The half-elf was eager to show off what she could do, and that meant fucking that lamia's pussy with all the energy she had. Her flaxen hair rustled in a breeze that blew through the temple, bringing with it the cooler night air, though that wasn't making either of them any less sweaty. The smell of snake sex flooded with lust overwhelmed the half-elf's own modest aroma, the hissing taking over the huffing and groaning from Liba. And with that squeezing grip, the snake controlled the pace nicely, too.

Of course, celebrating the Goddess as they were, they were encouraged to indulge all the pleasures of the flesh. That meant the lamia was free to be the snake that she was. While she might have looked relatively human from the waist up, all smooth and shiny and lean, her jaws revealed much more serpentine features. Those fangs, that flicking, forked tongue, and then there was the flexibility. She could stretch those jaws to a frightening degree, gaping wide with a drooly pop as she unhinged it. That certainly didn't look human, her maw a massive void just above Liba's eyes. But the half-elf hardly noticed. She was far too busy rutting that coily body, bouncing as she got squeezed tight, puffing over Mysti's breasts as she made them jiggle with the force of her steady thrusts. That meant the lamia was free to strike whenever she pleased, her back arching in a distinctly inhuman way to allow her to lunge like a cobra, enveloping Liba's whole head in her mouth in a single motion.

Whether the half-elf was agreeable, entirely opposed, or somewhere in between with the idea of being eaten didn't really matter. Mysti worked far too quickly for her to even really decide how she felt. Before she could even gasp out, Liba had her whole head stuffed into a snake's gullet. The sound of gulping drowned out any sort of protest she was trying to get out, if that was even what she was saying. All anyone could hear was the usual mmf of prey smothered in serpent gullet. Mysti's body bent and stretched in ways unlike any human ever could, bulging out with the shape of the curvy half-elfess as she gobbled her down with a slithering slurp. The grip of her coils helped feed that morsel down her gullet and into her stretching, swelling belly. A skinny thing like Mysti looked so very plump while she filled out with prey, but Liba didn't stop there. The snake kept on gulping until she was clutching that shapely half-human ass, squeezing tight and jamming Liba's cock into her depths. Those constricting, flexing inner muscles were as strong as her coils themselves, milking an orgasm out of her meal even while she was half devoured. A thick, messy splot seemed like a whole cumshot at once, leaving Liba twitching and numb with pleasure. That was the perfect state for a good devouring.

A whip of her head and a good yank with her coils, and Mysti finished off her meal in a single, smooth sliiiide. She pushed that shape of food into her belly, and kept on squeezing, churning, wriggling as she swayed her hips back and forth like a dancer. That helped get her inner muscles working to keep on squeezing Liba downwards, hugging all around her shapes and curves to make for an elegant, sexy bulge in her coils. She kept on slipping and slopping down that slimy tunnel until she settled in the serpent's second stomach. It was a gentle one, but constricted around her tightly, holding her in place for the digestion to come. And Mysti was most certainly going to digest that tasty treat. She clicked her jaw back into place with her hands and then gave her neck a crick to the side, drool and sweat alike pouring down her sand-coloured skin. Then there came the belch, most unladylike but thoroughly satisfying, projecting a lingering scent of half-elf into the air as she waved her hand in front of her face, lightly giggling to herself.

"Heeheehee ... silly human-thing. Should have seen it coming ..."

Perhaps the bellringer was waiting for an opportune moment, or perhaps it was simply time. Either way, there came a great clattering over the whole temple that ceased those indulgences on the spot. All eyes turned to the put. The torches sprang to life around them, despite there being no one there. They simply illuminated themselves, or perhaps the Goddess herself did it for them. Either way, it was time for the main event, for the trial. They had all come this far to partake in it. Perhaps not all of them would walk away from it. After all, it was highly dangerous to leap into a pit with a gathering of male wingless drakes, all of them worked up to the fullest, deprived of release for weeks in preparation of this momentous event. The remaining travellers, padded or stomped or slithered over to begin the ceremony. Mysti still had Liba in tow, slowly digesting that half-elf as casually as could be, no longer paying her any more mind. She had eyes only for those drakes. The ladies stood about, murmuring as a flash of fire rose up from the pit. That meant it was time to start. The many guardians stood by, observing, but they weren't there for safety. Any who stepped over the threshold and dropped down to meet those breeder-beasts were responsible for their own fate.

They might have been Ephyth's holy animal, but they were still animals. They snapped their jaws while thick, ridge-covered cocks dropped down from slits. Despite their reptilian forms, they were adorned with thick, scaly balls, nestled beneath their heavy tails, jiggling with their every step. Drooling, stomping, clawing into the dirt, they gazed up at the offerings. Someone had to make the first move. The rewards for successfully breeding with a drake was a great monetary sum - as well as the shelter and pampering by the Goddess servants until the hybrid was born. It was a truly royal treatment, or so it was said. Each of them wished to be chosen, be accepted by the drakes. Those who couldn't bear offspring were welcome too - they simply had to impress in the pit, and could serve the Goddess in their own ways, afforded all the same luxuries. A scent rose up in the air, fluttering through their senses, leaving them drunk or drunker than before as something deliciously fragrant entered their bodies, and warmed them to the core. The pheromones had been unleashed, making the women fall into a state of utter, needy lust, ensuring without a doubt that the drakeseed would take inside them. A mere drop would have been enough. And as for those ladies with cocks, they entered a jaw-clenching, muscle-tightening rut ready to fuck and be fucked until they couldn't walk anymore. Which seemed very likely to be the case, given the size of those beasts.

Finally, it was the most intoxicated of them all who moved first, her drunken state ensuring she feared nothing. Yaldreath was determined to go first, even if it meant going in alone. No one else backed her up, not yet. She stepped over the edge as if tumbling, her fall broken when she landed on a drake's back. Sliding off of him, she thumped to the floor, looking up at those beastly reptiles with a little grin. They were swiftly upon her like starving dogs upon a piece of meat - though thankfully they didn't lead with their jaws. Instead, they thrashed and competed with each other to be the first to fuck her. Imprecise jabs of drake cocks brushed along her skin, smearing her in that reptilian musk, spurting pre onto her naked form. Eventually one of them found his place, plunging into her pussy all at once. Even a dwarf had to scream about that, at least at first. The pheromones in the air seemed to allow her to endure punishment the likes of which might have destroyed someone lesser - or maybe that was just the dwarven strength. Either way, she was soon getting her body bucked and rubbed into the dirt as that drake took to ravaging her, fucking her at full speed as if racing to empty his nuts inside her. The schlick and plap of drake nuts colliding with her short, solid body drowned out even her bellowing voice as she got stretched and ruined by all that strength, all that desire.

"Come on ye shites ... give ol' Yal ... give her ... unngh ..." she began, but her attempts at being valiant in the face of overwhelming stimulation proved more difficult than she thought.

The cum that squirted inside her a mere half-minute later shot at such high pressure it cascaded up into the air and came splashing down into the pit, coating everything with musk. The scent just seemed to drive the drakes further into their ruts. As soon as the first was done, another was shoving into him, pushing him aside and making him schlurp his cock out of the dwarf so he could take his place. Yaldreath was groaning, gasping, drooling as her expression shifted from dazed and pleasured to utterly broken. She stuck her tongue out and let her eyes roll back as that second drake messily fucked her to completion, squelching in the creampie of the first. Another shot inside her, and the dwarf's belly grew bigger, and there was already a third drake circling her, cock swinging when it wasn't just thumping up against his underside . No doubt she was already thoroughly impregnated after those first two cumshots, but she was going to get a third unless someone stepped in to take all the attention off her. Nobody moved at first, but Irelle couldn't simply stand there and let that poor dwarf get destroyed. A short trot forth and she elegantly leapt down, landing flat on her hooves and puffing with need.

"H-hey. Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Or closer anyway ..." she murmured, barely heard by anyone but herself.

It took all of two seconds for her to get mounted. Not by one, but two drakes, the reptile's grinding against each other's cocks while they dug their claws into the side of the pit. That at least kept them from putting all their weight down on the centaur's back. She gasped as if in fright, but she was moaning before long. Nickering too, neighing out between her teeth as she got those slathered shafts grinding over her asshole and cunt alike. She was so wet by then that every stroke over her folds produced an excess glursh of noise, one that might have been silly or embarrassing if everyone wasn't so horny. One of the drake's dicks was still wet from fucking the dwarf, dripping with cum but ready for more. Her scent was thick, her puffy pussy clenching and winking with need. They didn't keep her waiting long, pushing forth to spread out those folds and penetrate her in ass and pussy alike, stretching her to her limits while she stomped those hooves and did her best to stay steady for the assault to come. Her equine half was going to have to do a whole lot of heavy lifting to endure them both at once.

They weren't even so kind to be rhythmic about it. Sometimes the one in her ass got two thrusts in before the one in her pussy finished his first. It didn't help that she was squeezing so hard, milking around the stimulating details of that dick with those powerful inner muscles. No one would clench on a dick like a mare, and that meant milking that first drake to finish in the matter of a few firm thrusts. The other had to work at double speed to finish as fast, but they came pretty close to syncing up inside her as they lunge-fucked those haunches, soon pumping Irelle's belly full of that potent seed. She sloshed with cum, her gut sagging sagging down to swing and jiggle, leaving her hindquarters twitching as she clenched out a squirting climax in a haze of horseish noises. Her eyes were watering, her mouth remained open, and saliva trickled down her chin and breasts as she got herself absolutely burdened by the heavy seed inside her, left to shake and quiver as orgasm just seemed to linger. It was like she couldn't stop cumming, having been bred so nicely, that need fulfilled.

"Nnnnngh ... FUCK!" Hearing the gentle centaur swear was enough to turn heads. "It's so goooood ... yessss ... I'm ready, my Goddess ..."

With the dwarf lying prone and not moving much at all, but still breathing, and the centaur just quivering with delight, the attention was soon on a fresh pair as they dropped in together. Gnerzie joined Nalea in descending next, the goblin fixated on those smooth elf cheeks to the point she slipped up behind her the moment she touched the ground. She had to stand on her toes to get near what she wanted, and even then she was a little too short. Instead, she was just going to have to serve as a cushion, ending up beneath the elf as a drake shoved Nalea over and on top of the soft goblin. Gnerzie went ahead and clutched that curvy body, pumping her cock up the elf's rump while the drake pinned them both down beneath his weight, slipping inside that soaked pussy to claim that high-and-mighty elfess for his own. The constant pumps of goblin dick between her cheeks just got Nalea wetter, tighter, her moans so musical and perfect that Phae had to roll her eyes at the sound of them. She didn't have to be so elegant when she was getting bred and ruined like that.

While that drake bounced atop the two of them, the pair of toughest ladies stepped forth together, casting each other some grim looks. Not for any dislike of each other. Orcs and gnolls could get along, given their mutual interests. They simply felt a competitive urge to be the strongest, the most unbreakable women there. So they moved together, almost mirroring each other's movements as they dropped down, thumped their chests, and offered themselves up as challenges to the drakes. The aggression was met with aggression right back, but that was exactly what they wanted. Thisla went down hard, and Nexar too, the two sweaty, muscular ladies held flat and pinned by a horny drake each. Even they weren't strong enough to squirm their way out of that. They'd made the challenge, and now they were going to have to live with the consequences, even if it meant getting belly-bulged with the fat dicks shoved inside them, those slam-thrusts shaking the pit, the surroundings, the entire temple. The sound of snarling drakes certainly didn't encourage anyone else to risk jumping in just yet. Neither did the first failure of the night.

Nalea was already covered in drow jizz and piss alike, and having the goblin sweating all over and cumming in her ass like that meant she was carrying a whole lot of scents that weren't her own. Or, more importantly, the drakes'. That beast pulled out of her flooded cunt when he was done with her, and took to inspecting her swollen form. He sniffed along her rounded belly, sloshing with goblin and drake cum alike, then gave her a lick to sample her flavour. That was enough to bring a snort out of him, and not exactly a pleasured one. It didn't take him long to decide on the proper course of action. He opened his jaws up wide and snapped down around the upper half of Nalea's body. That meant taking Gnerzie in to the shoulders. She smelled like elf and gnoll alike. She was someone else's. So she went too, tucked into those slobbery jaws, shoved in with a broad tongue pushing against her ass, still balls-deep in the elf as they got tossed back into the drake's gullet and swallowed, gobbled up and vanished in a single swallow. That was all it took to devour them both, the drake's gut their penance for not satisfying the Goddess' holy beasts enough.

"Fuck it ... if I don't get out of this I might as well have some fun," came the goblin's grim muttering.

Digestive juices flowed hot and steady all around them both as they sagged those stretching scales. Gnerzie knew they were both doomed. But if she wiggled for position enough, at least she could stay on top. Bucking and thrusting, she kept on fucking the elf's ass all through the process of being gurgled. It wasn't like she was going to get another chance to enjoy herself. That meant forcing Nalea's head beneath the surface of those tingly juices, but as cruel as it might have seemed, the end result was going to be the same either way. So the goblin tried not to think of her impending digestion and just rammed that rump to a second climax, gasping in the scorching air as the elf stopped moving beneath her all throughout that heavy cumshot. Maybe the danger milked those goblin nuts a little better than usual, given that gallon-jug of gushing cream spurting out into the fading elf. Gnerzie didn't have much time to consider it. Air was so thin, so hot, making it so hard to focus. And that pleasure, that final orgasm blazing through her brain, that made it even harder. All that was left to do was sigh and slump down, giving in to feeding those holy animals, her body soon to serve the Goddess in a way she didn't quite intend.

Thisla and Nexar meanwhile seemed to be serving much better. They were bloated, heavy, soaked in sweat to the point it pooled around them both and joined together, but they lasted. Even fucked to immobile, they didn't break, didn't pass out, didn't even complain. That was much better than could be said for the dwarf. Even then though, as soon as they rolled over, they were gushing, spurting cum from their overused wombs as they struggled to even crawl. Exchanging a look, they silently wondered who the winner was. Maybe both of them. Maybe neither. But they were thoroughly knocked-up and gravid with drake seed, moving over to join the dwarf in a heap of exhausted satisfaction, hoping that their bodies had proven adequate for the Goddess. They hadn't been eaten, but they wouldn't know until the final inspection.

"I'm content to call it a draw," Thisla offered.

"Sounds like what a loser would say," the orc grunted.

The gnoll simply shrugged. "In hindsight, we didn't exactly agree on the terms of our competition."

"Yeah, well ..." Nexar sounded like she was about to come up with some sort of comeback, but she fell short. Even she needed some time to recover after a good drake-thumping.

When Phae saw Zriz going for it next, she simply had to follow. And she didn't exactly have being helpful in mind. She was pretty sure that extra-thick kobold had a very good chance of being selected, despite her size. And there could only be so many successful candidates. So Phae was just going to have to sabotage the kobold's chances a little bit. That meant jumping up behind her, wrapping her hands around those broad hips, and starting to hump Zriz's fat, cute butt. She got as far as plapping her cock against one of those jiggly cheeks before one of the drakes gave her a snarl, lunging in to protect the kobold from her assaults. Apparently he'd decided he'd seen her first. He got between the two of them, knocking her flat on her face with his flank. She hardly managed to blink before he was upon her, sinking deep into her shiny rump, plunging down in a stead, brutal motion. Every thrust knocked a little more sense out of her, brought her a little closer to broken until she was wearing that same dazed, dumb expression she'd inflicted on so many herself. He hardly even finished cumming inside her before his jaws came diving towards her, gaped wide and dripping. Snatching Phae up, he tossed her into the air with a stream of jizz erupting from her rear, hardly giving her a chance to even cry out before SNAP went his jaws, grabbing her before she could plummet back down. She kicked plenty, but that just made the bulge in his scales wobble a bit as he guzzled her down, forcing her deep into his gut in seconds. So much for that plan. But it certainly didn't mean Zriz was off the hook yet.

She ended up on her side as two of the unfed drakes took her down at once, lying alongside her as they pushed their cocks into her butt and pussy alike. She yipped and yapped and also just kind of screamed. Her small form meant she was a big squishy condom for those breeding studs, their dicks pushing out beneath her hide as they pumped and slammed into her body, holding her tight with those clawed feet to keep from throwing her across the pit. Those short, flailing arms couldn't grab onto anything, so she was just going to have to close her eyes and take it, feeling herself getting bred in seconds by precum alone. That wasn't enough for them of course, and they just kept going, and going, cocks going solid and balls pulling taut as they pumped their loads into her - and then a second, even a third. Her body was bruised, bashed, and numb by the time they finally slowed, bloated up to a ballooned state that made her look like she might just float away at any moment. A belch sent her coughing up some of the cum that made it through her entire system, and she couldn't do much more than twitch when they pulled out, sniffing over her rounded form as she rocked back and forth. She couldn't even get her limbs to touch the ground for how huge they'd made her.

"Ohhhh ... gosh, I ... I can't feel my legs ..." she peeped.

An impressive showing for certain, but they'd gone too far. They'd nearly made her burst for the pressure pulling her belly taut. If she was going to bear the drakes' young, she was going to have to be able to swell comfortably. This wouldn't do. It was a simple matter of plucking her up and squeezing her into a pair of jaws, making jizz gush out from her every hole at once, jetting across the pit and splattering down the drake's chin while he nibbled his treat. A toss of his head sent her to the opening of his throat, and another toss finished her off. ULLP went the kobold, sent into barely-sagging gut, vanishing into that hungering beast for the simple failure of being too fuckable. They might have considered her worthy if they'd just stopped before they broke her, but the scent of all those guardians spurred them on to triple peaks. And soon she'd digest, much like the other failures.

There were only two left on the outside of the pit, but it wasn't for any sort of fear. They would have insisted. The serpentess had fully digested the half-elf by then, her coils flattening and smooth. That was good. She was going to need her flexibility as she dove down there, curling around one of the drakes, making him spin in circles all confused as he tried to track her movements. She wrapped about his waist and pressed her pussy to his cock, lining herself up so that all he had to do was let her take him, fucking herself onto that shaft rather than let him rut her. It felt good enough that he wasn't complaining, growling all satisfied-like as he tipped his head back and let her stuff herself with that potent dick. There was cum inside her pussy already thanks to her prey, lubing up the passage, making it nice and smooth for her to do her work.

"There we go drakey," the snake giggled. "Lemme show you how to really feel good. I'm not letting these amateurs take my place!"

The drake's lifted tail was a prime opportunity for Goldquill. She wasn't supposed to be the breeder of them all, but she simply had to show off how potent she could be, how strong, how good she'd be for tending to the chosen women. Gliding down with outstretched wings, she slipped up behind the drake that Mysti was pleasuring, pressing her equine cock along his taint and meeting his rim. To her surprise, he didn't resist for a moment. Instead, he started grinding back against her, bucking into the serpent in the process. That was certainly a warm welcome, and so the gryph took the invitation, penetrating that massive beast with a cock almost as big as his. He squeezed down, whimpered some, but he didn't fuss. Maybe he wasn't used to it, but he soon realized he needed it, and allowed that horsebird to fuck him, kneading and massaging his prostate to ensure Mysti got an even bigger load than she was expecting.

The pressure of that climax through her grip right off, blowing her off that dick and splattering her to the floor while the rest poured all over her. She got some of it inside her, but most of it ended up layered all over her coils and skin alike, soaking into her, leaving the drake to snort as he squeezed down on Goldquill's cock the whole time. That made her cum inside him, a little earlier than she intended, bucking wildly and unloading into that huge reptile. He let her finish, right down to the very last drop, patiently allowing her pull out before he made his lunge. Not for her - he was quite pleased with her work. Instead, it was that slippery snake that earned his aggression. As with the others, he didn't make a ceremony about it. The decision was purely instinctual, and he knew what needed to be done with Mysti in an instant. She could hiss all she liked, but that didn't prevent her from getting snatched up in the hungry drake's jaws and slurped down like the wet noodle she was. Eating Liba had only made her more satisfying.

Another extended swallow, and then there were five. The sound of rumbling drake bellies ensured all was silent and tense. Five of them were currently being digested. Or already mostly melted, starting the process of absorbing into the drakes' intestines little by little. They were gone, rejected, unfit to serve the Goddess. But perhaps the five of them had passed. A drake who had not yet eaten anyone strode forth to complete the inspection. The worshippers moved alongside each other, dripping, sloshing, hefting their creamed forms up so they could stand. Legs were shaking and breath was short, but they remained standing tall, ready for the decision. Well, except Yaldreath anyway. She was staggering where she stood, unclear if she was drunker on cum or alcohol, steam rising from her chubby body as the drake poked his nose near each of them in turn. He might have been a beast, but his expressions and body language were easy enough to read.

He nudged up against Nexar's green gut, making the orc grunt and belch at even that slight pressure applied to her form. But her feet remained planted, and her body solid. That made the drake grunt - and it didn't sound disapproving. He moved on. Next was Thisla, the gnoll just as sweaty and swollen as the orc. She got a nudge, a lick, a sniff, more thorough than Nexar's inspection, but she too was left where she was, impregnated and heavy, ready to bear hybrid drakegnolls in the months to come. Goldquill gave a little moan as her semi-hard cock got a lick, but she quickly passed. Then it was Irelle, standing right beside her half sister, biting her lip as that beast breathed over her bare skin. He looked her up and down, prodded her, smelled her. Moving around to her haunches, he took an extended sniff of her cunt while the air remained thick with anticipation. And then he opened up his jaws.

The gryph had come there alone, but she was ready to throw herself in the way of her lost sibling, lest that might different the judgment of the Goddess' pets. But it wasn't necessary. The drake wasn't aiming for the centaur. Instead, he went straight for that shattered dwarf, but as aggressive as the lunge might have been, it wasn't out of hunger that he struck so suddenly. Instead, he was just catching that pudgy, drunken worshipper with a careful clutch of his jaws around her shoulder as she came close to toppling over on her face. Whether alcohol, drake-sex, or both had rendered her so utterly intoxicated wasn't clear, but either way, she needed a little help standing. She chuckled at that and patted the beast on the head once she found her balance, then put her hands on her hips to let him properly inspect her. Despite her state, she still stood sturdy and ready for more, and so she too was given what looked like a nod of approval. They left the four sturdiest women standing, and a feathered protector watching over them all, exchanging looks of delight. Even the orc smiled, snorted her relief, and Thisla quickly broke into celebratory cackling. As for Irelle, she just offered a fond look towards the bird, who gave her one right back.

"Thank you," the centaur said. "I think meeting you is what inspired me to be worthy."

"Oh, I hardly did a thing. I knew you were from the start. Awfully lucky we both made it, isn't it? Now we can fuck all we want. As sisters do."

"Sisters?" Thisla chuckled. "Kinky. Glad they picked you, Goldie. Been wanting that dick since I saw you."

"And there will be plenty for you as well, my fellow devotee!"

Nexar interjected in a deep voice. "Yeah. Give it here. And lemme eat that marepuss too. We gotta celebrate, right?"

"Hell right!" came the dwarven bellow from just beside them. "I need a drink after all that."

Climbing out proved difficult for the exhausted group. Goldquill used her wings to heft Irelle to safety, while the orc and hyena clawed and grasped at the dirt, sweat trickling down to sound like a downpour upon the dirt. Yaldreath ended up clinging to the hyena's back, buried in her thick mane as she got hauled up along with the rest of them, still quite shaky on her feet. They left those drakes rumbling and digesting the rejected travellers, those devotees whose worship would be as nutrition for those holy pets. There was nothing they could do for them, as alarming as those many demises might have been. They all knew the stakes. And besides, this was a time for celebration. They weren't three steps from the edge of the pit before they broke out into a messy foursome. Kisses, nibbles, spanks - everything was on the table. Nexar got her face shoved deep beneath Irelle's tail, and Goldquill soon found herself plunging into a drake's creampie, getting sloppy seconds as she fucked that musky gnoll. Yaldreath was still wobbling plenty, but she found herself a good seat atop Thisla's face, getting the sweat slurped off her by a sloppy pink tongue. The scent of sex rose high up into the temple and the surrounding forest, marking it perhaps for good in the lingering aroma of complete, and utter indulgence. And that was merely the start of their new lives. The luxuries that awaited them would make all the hardship, all the danger utterly worth it. Their Goddess had promised them that much.