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Glowing steel, barking hammer falls, and sputtering steam. Brunt had plunged himself into the fiery din, his coarse boar fur doused in a river of sweat which evaporated in the heat of the forge. From furnace to anvil he hauled his metals, hammer at the ready, absorbing each bone-rattling strike with his arm as he rotated and warped that white-orange putty into the desired shape. Burdensome broadswords, long chains, swiveling door hinges, and sturdy horse shoes poured out of his workshop at an arduous pace, Brunt’s work dragging him between each workstation, his only reprieves coming when a customer would ring the bell on the front counter.

He was built for such strenuous work, towering over the anvil with a frame rippled and heavy with muscle. Forearms corded with sinews and run through with veins carried his tools with ease. They fed into biceps like war clubs which in turn were attached to shoulders that could fill doorways. That coarse, reddish-brown fur which blossomed into a graying beard around his jaw was stretched around a studly muscle gut. Etched into his heat-weathered visage were the wrinkles of a man who'd spent his life working hard. The greasy, black hair on his head was almost always in a mess, its short locks stuck flat to his scalp and forehead by the droves of sweat which saturated his fur and dropped from his jowls.

Another day in the forge had sapped him of most his strength and energy. The giant war hammer he was currently stooped over had proved to be a mighty pain. So much time had been burned already trying to force it into the right shape. The brick of steel that was supposed to be the hammer was the bane of Brunt's existence. Most of that workday had been spent trying to hammer it into the right shape. With a rapidly approaching deadline that had been set by the customer, Brunt had little time to dilly on the project. Fierce worker that he was, he wasn't going to stop until the damn thing was finished.

[i]Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang![/i] His hammer struck the slowly morphing steel at a robotic cadence. The brightly glowing metal glinted in his eyes, absorbing all his focus and attention. The rest of the forge was mere background noise. It wasn’t until he heard the ringing of a bell did he leave such a trance. [i]Ding-Ding-Ding![/i] Brunt was busy lifting the hammer over his head when he came to a stop. He put it aside, and in just a few methodical movements took off his gloves, tossed them aside, then pulled his smith apron up and over his head. A long sigh blew through his lips as he hung the apron on its hook and headed towards the entrance of his shop. Wiping his hands on the sides of his trousers, he thought, [i]Please, let it be an excuse to take a break from the forge. [/i]

That very excuse came in the form of a messenger standing patiently in the lobby. He was a small raccoon fellow looking tight in his uniform and with a satchel full of letters hanging off his shoulder. He greeted Brunt with a professional smile. “Hello there! Are you Mr. Brunt?”

Brunt smiled back just as kindly, though he could do nothing to hide the amount of sweat still pouring off him. “Hey! Last I checked! You got something for me?”

“I do! It’s right here.” The raccoon reached back into his satchel and produced a small, cube-shaped parcel. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and twine string. Written on it in graphite was Brunt’s name and address, but nothing indicating who’d sent it or where they were from.

Brunt’s heart leapt at the sight of it. His whippy boar tail flicked behind him and his eyes went round. [i]Is that what I think it is? So soon? [/i]He closed the gap between the two men in just one stride before greedily taking the box out of the raccoon’s grasp. The box was just big enough to rest nicely in Brunt’s burly mitts. It was heavier than it looked, like it carried nothing but a lead brick. What it actually held was something much, much more exciting. “Wow,” he said, staring at the box as it sat in his hands. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome! Now if I can just get your signature.” The raccoon produced a pencil and a clipboard.

“Oh! Right. Hold on. Let me just…” Brunt didn’t want to let go of the parcel, afraid that it would vanish the moment he looked away. Reluctantly he put it on the front counter and hurriedly signed the paper. He quickly turned around when he was finished and was relieved to see the box still sitting there. While the raccoon tucked his clipboard away Brunt backpedaled to the counter and put his hand on the box. [i]Relax. It’s not going anywhere.[/i] He thought that even as he patted the parcel to remind himself that it was still there.

“Thank you very much, sir! I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!” said the raccoon before heading towards the door.

“You too!” said Brunt. He looked down at the box. “I know I will.” The moment he was alone in the lobby he grabbed the box and hustled into the forge. The war hammer was still resting on the anvil, its metal at a low glow, ready to go out. [i]I have to finish it. Leaving it will make things harder for me tomorrow.[/i] And yet the allure of what he held was too strong. [i]Maybe I can do extra work. Wake up early and stop late. Nothing I haven’t done before. Besides, haven’t I earned this?[/i] He certainly had. Thus, he doused the furnace, put the unfinished war hammer aside, shut the curtains across the shop and turned the sign to CLOSED. Normally he would’ve had a couple more hours on the schedule, but today he would be spending it doing something else.

Brunt hurried up the stairs to the second floor, his burly arms holding the box to his chest where his heart was already thumping away. He wondered if he should take a bath and get rid of all the sweat that had doused him. [i]Or would she even care? Would she like it?[/i] She had to. Brunt had tailored her to his every preference. If the conjurers were anything worth their prices, they would’ve made sure their product was to Brunt’s liking. During his journey through the hall he peeled off all his clothing. From his shirt to his undergarments, they were left in a trail that led from the stairs. Out came his explosive physique, that and the girthy set of cock and balls which bounced and jiggled heavily with his every step.

He made it to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Coming over to his bed he put the parcel down on it and slowly unraveled the packaging. After ripping the paper away, he lifted the lid on the box and was greeted with the metallic gleam of a jar lid. With another flutter of the heart, he carefully reached inside with both hands and grabbed it by the neck. Pulling it out revealed a decadently fashioned glass jar, its façade curvaceous like the frame of a woman. Its contents looked bizarre: a viscous conglomerate of red, purple, and colorless slimes all floating about each other like oil bubbles. The colors floated and churned aimlessly, mesmerizing Brunt. Had it not been anything more special, he could’ve sat there and watched all day. It would’ve made a nice shelf piece.

But that’s not why Brunt commissioned it. No, those pretty colors were not for him to admire, at least not yet, not in their current form. Brunt licked his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat. He knew what to do next, but a steady tremble made doing it difficult. After some deep breaths he was able to set the jar on the bed and carefully remove the lid. It twisted off with a soft [i]thoomp[/i] and a hiss of air. He set it aside and looked straight down into the slimy froth, seeing his dim reflection and the wary look on his face. “OK…” he said out loud with a huff. “Here we go.”

He reached under his gut and held his pecker with just three fingers. It was shriveled into an accordion of skin, a knot being tied in front of the head. Hanging at the root and beneath a jungle of unruly, rusty pubes were two crotch eggs like cannon balls nestled in a purse fatter than his dick was long. With the other hand keeping the jar steady, Brunt very carefully leaned himself over it, aimed his cock at the slime, and dipped into it. It elicited a body-wide shudder, that which rumbled through his loins, down his legs, and up through his core. Immediately there was a sharp tingling around his member. His jaw dropped with a gasp. “Ahh… Hahhh… OK. OK. Whew...”

He tried getting a grip with a few more deep breaths, but nothing could stop the body-wide tremble which had beset him. His penis throbbed with a flex of his floor muscle, deepening itself into the jar of ichor. It hardened slowly, reaching towards the jar floor and crowning out of his foreskin. “Oh shit. Oh shit. Huhhh… Yeah. Fuck.” What had been a nubby chode quickly grew into a sizeable fuck stick, soon outgrowing the height of the jar and flattening itself on the bottom of it. Brunt had to bring himself back to make room, his rapidly growing shaft rising out of the jar’s neck, still lathered in sensations pleasant as they were sharp.

That’s not all that came out. The slime was stuck to his cock skin, pulling out like there was a vacuum seal. For every inch of him that was outside the jar there was a thickish film of reddish-purple slime which stretched to remain stuck to him. His heartbeat accelerated upon seeing it. [i]It’s working. It’s really working.[/i] So it was, and the slime began to flood out of the jar and spill over the rim, onto the bed sheets. It started slowly, like the flow of molasses, then much more quickly. Brunt watched with mixed horror and fascination as the substance unloaded itself onto his bed and around his penis. Soon it had turned into a person-sized blob of throbbing, squelching ichor that had built on the edge of his mattress and around his loins. His cock, now fully erect and at an explosive size, was fully inside the shivering mass, forming a hold on him that didn’t seem willing to let go.

Then it started to change shape. The amorphous blob carved itself into something more slim, more recognizable. The gelatinous base shrank into a distinguishable pair of legs. The middle turned into a torso complete with a curvy trunk and enormous breasts. At last was the head, right where Brunt’s huge cock was buried in the slime. He watched as the funnel-shaped slime formed the head of a person, including delicate features, sleek eyes, and the flared hood of a cobra. Very suddenly Brunt saw the face of a snake woman wrapped around his dick, her reptilian lips sealed into a puckered O shape around his shaft. In the shape of her visage were two eyes, their colors defined by what bubbled inside her. Eerie, purple scleras with ferociously crimson irises stared up at the boar, her slit pupils as sharp as needles. That brilliantly fanned cobra hood sat on the flanks of her head, segmented on their insides by vertical scales, colored by the myriad of slimes which continued to float beneath the translucent upper layer.

At once Brunt felt his entire body melt. The slime had a mouth grip like she was about to suck his soul out through his cock. His extreme girth hardly fazed her, even as she began to draw her mouth up his length, leaving behind a glistening sheen of spit across his vein-swaddled shaft. Those hellacious eyes of hers were locked on him, matching his gaze with every slow back-and-forth on his cock. [i]Schlllllp. Schllllllurp. Schllllllup.[/i] The rudeness of the sounds matched how good it felt. Already Brunt felt ready to collapse on his knees, they were shaking so hard. His mouth was held open, letting in some sharp inhales. Any longer and he was going to cum.

But the slime wasn’t about to let things pop off so soon. She came off his pecker with a loud and wet “[i]Mwah![/i]” Her maw fell open, revealing the glistening, transparent gums which lined her inner mouth. That wormy fork tongue lolled out of the slot in her bottom jaw. Two, sharp-looking fangs unfolded from the roof, drips of what might’ve been a deadly venom falling from the tips. She rose to her feet, bumping Brunt’s cock with her terrific bosom and better showing him the womanly shape of her body. From the steep curve of her waist ballooned a set of hips and haunches bigger than anything Brunt had seen on a woman. Her thighs were just as thick, coming together to create a delicate chalice around her womanhood. An enormous tail fell from her lower back, curling to her side and on the floor. More than all of that, Brunt was amazed to see her standing eye-to-eye with him, that gorgeous frame filled out across an exceedingly rare height in a woman. [i]Wow. They really outdid themselves.[/i]

“Hey there, handsome,” purred the slime. Her voice was throaty and suave, cutting Brunt to his core.

It startled him a little. “H-hi. Um…” [i]How do you introduce yourself to a magical slime creature that just sucked your dick?[/i] “I’m Brunt. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. I hope you liked my little introduction there.”

Brunt’s cock still raged in front of him, wet with her saliva, and all but bridging the gap between them. He chuckled. “Y-yeah. I did. W-what’s your name?”

The slime laid her hands on his shoulders, her delicate fingers so soft against his bedrock of muscle. A single step closer to him brought his cock between her thighs, [i]schlicking[/i] through the gap until the head poked out from beneath her butt. Scorching the top of his pole was her cunt, super wet and extremely needy. “My name’s whatever you want it to be, handsome. I’m all yours.”

His tummy was in knots. Just the loving squeeze of those juicy thighs on his dick was enough to make him shiver and blush. To hear that throaty voice profess her submission was intoxicating to the point of nauseating. “Oh. Hehe… OK. I think I’ll call you… I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”

“Mmmm, I know you will. While you’re thinking, why don’t I try this?” Her hands came up from his shoulders and held his face, sinking into the outer gruff of his beard. She puckered her lips, closed her eyes, and very gently kissed him. He reciprocated in an instant, locking lips with her and throwing those massive arms around her body to complete an intense hug. The tendons in his forearms popped, he squeezed her so tightly. That didn’t affect the limber slime, her gelatinous body absorbing every bit of his brutal affection. She lashed that slender snake tongue into his mouth. It formed a helix around his and began whipping itself across every curve and corner. Brunt could hardly contain himself. His mitts traveled to her ass and helped themselves to a double honk of those blubbery hemispheres. So slimy and wet, they were nonetheless heavy like the real deal. They earned a cup and a lift, jiggling madly when Brunt let go and then gave one a slap.

The slime purred her appreciation into his mouth. The mesh of their lips was gentle, unlike the wrestle of their tongues. Smacking sounds rang through the bedroom with every smooch. Brunt humped into her thighs, scraping himself on that boiling sex pot of hers, drowning his cock in the flood of pussy juices. He would throb with excitement, already about to pop on the moist softness of her inner legs. The grip of her pussy had to have been divine. Just thinking about it was enough to draw the first bead of precum from his cock tip.

The two lovers stopped kissing and shared a haughty sigh between their open mouths. The snake brought her lips to his ear and whispered. “I’m so wet. Your cock is so big, I can’t stand it.” The thrum of her voice right in his drum sent ice water through his veins.

“God…” he huffed. “I can feel it. I’m so fucking hard. Huhhh… I can’t believe I needed this so badly. Hahhh…”

She squirmed her hips on him. There was a soft squish and squelch from where her cunt lips were splayed atop his pole, blessing him with her fluids. “Mmmm, I need it too. I want you inside me. Fuck me with that huge cock. Make me cum. Fill me up with your huge loads.”

So vulgar and crass, hardly the kind of speech Brunt was used to from any kind of company. It lit a fire in him, or rather dumped a bucket of fuel onto the one that was already burning. “Y-yeah… I will. I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

The snake smirked. “Show, don’t tell.” She peeled off of him, withdrawing her thighs from his cunt-lathered pecker. Turning around she climbed onto the bed and stayed on her fours with her feet, ass, and tail hanging over the edge. That enormous appendage was cocked into the air and left to droop to the side, exposing the full beauty of her thunderous backside. Settled deep within the valley of her haunches were two holes: a dainty, taut pucker and a much fatter, juicier pussy that featured lips as broad as Brunt’s fingers. A looooooooooong tendril of her excitement drooled off the edge of the bed, sloughing all the way down to the hardwood to create a glistening column. She heaved her floor muscle at him, winking her tailhole and bulging that obese lady slit. “Come on, handsome. Show me what that thing can do~”

Brunt was stuck in a trance by what he saw, hardly broken out of it by the command to fuck her. Staring deep into that fathomless ass crack stirred something else besides a rabid horniness. He imagined the heat of her body on his face, that sheen of slimy moisture sticking to his beard hair. His penis was rock hard, but it would have to wait. Brunt stepped up to the bed, got down on his knees, and promptly dove his face into the slime’s ass. [i]Pomf![/i]

The slime gasped her surprise. “Ohhh! Yes, I like that too~” She made sure to press herself back on him, grinding his face deeper into her crevice and enveloping more of his cranium with her ass cheeks. That tree trunk of a tail rested atop his scalp, swaying eagerly as he began to dine on her lady parts. His tongue went to work on her quim, forming a tight circle around those chunky girl lips and tasting the sweet liqueur they were coated in. He’d swallowed that thickish column that was falling out of her. The taste was metallic and raunchy, turning into a sweet warmth that blossomed in his stomach when it settled there. A muffled groan echoed out from her ass. Brunt locked his hands on her hips, pulled her back, and dove his tongue into her pussy.

“[i]Huhhh! Ohhh! Yes! Hahhhh… That’s it… Oh God…[/i]” The slime’s body jiggled upon the great shivers of delight which rolled through her. Each lash of his tongue was like a solar flare of bliss which whipped through her core and twitched her thigh muscles. Brunt let them guide his mouthy assault, her every moan, gasp, and shudder letting him know where to apply himself.

For now he kept it simple, drawing his tongue up the length of her slit, feeling the feminine grip of those juicy lips. More of that sweet sex product flooded into his mouth. It sloshed and squished about his face, frothing through the bottom of her ass crack and dribbling off his chin. He hugged those obese buttocks to his head, rolling and rubbing them to enjoy their weight and softness. Between needy grunts and satisfied grumbles were the rude slurps of a man at work. [i]Schllllrup.[/i] “Nnn…” [i]Schllllrrrk.[/i] “Huhhh…” [i]Scchhhlllllp.[/i] “Mmm~”

The snake was much louder. “[i]HUHHHHH! HUHHHHH! YES! YES! OHHHH, GOD![/i]” That stoic visage of hers had twisted into that of pure joy, eyes closed, mouth agape. Her fists shut around the bed sheets. Her quakes were constant. Gradually the pleasure robbed her of her strength, and down her face and chest came to the mattress, her moans still bellowing. “[i]HUHHHHHHH~![/i]”

With the shape of her flower mapped with his tongue he brought his attention to her clit, that tiny knot of nerves hidden within the upper corner of her pussy. He lashed at it with a rapid flick of the tongue, achieving the reaction he’d hoped for out of the slime. Her wails hit a new octave. Her chest heaved and her hips bucked. That jiggling vibration of her lower body hit a fever pitch, gaining speed as she made the quick ascent towards cumming. It hit her hard, her moans ending on a sharp squeal. She snapped her spine into a downwards arch. The stomach imploded on itself, fueling the joyous contractions and the holler which found its way out of her gaping mouth.

“[i]HUUUUUUUEEEEGGGGHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]” Joining her caterwaul was the wrathful hiss of her cunt squirting on Brunt’s face and mouth. That single geyser spewed off his snout, thinning into a star of different streams that flew through the air and dribbled down the mattress’s side. Brunt absorbed the first jet with his face, scrunching his pussy-soaked visage until he popped free of her ass with a loud gasp. He kept his mouth open and the tongue lolling so that he could catch the following squirts. Her crystalline fountain water splattered on his tongue and filled his mouth. After closing it and swallowing he shut his eyes and put his face directly in her line of fire, savoring the ferocity of her climax every time it would spit from her feminism.

The stream would stop, resume, stop, resume, stop, then resume until it was but a steady drip upon the hardwood between Brunt’s feet. Graceful moans shuddered out of her. She rubbed her womanhood with two fingers and giggled. “Mmmm… That was incredible. Huhhh… I pray your cock feels as good as your tongue. Seeing how massive it is, I have little doubt~”

Brunt stood upright with his eyes closed. Droplets of squirt were still pouring down his features. A full on stream of it slid off the bottom point of his beard, thudding the floor where a massive puddle had been built. “Ah, yeah. I’m pretty sure I can make something work.” He wiped his visor with the back of his wrist and blinked his eyes open. In front of him was the slime, now at the center of the bed and on her back. He could see the faint image of his bed through her translucent body, that inner core of reddish-purple still globbing about. Her legs were apart, those chunky thighs creating an obtuse chevron for his comfort. They converged on her cunt which she massaged slowly. That simmering gaze looked right through him.

“Making something work then, handsome~” she cooed.

His cock bounced. A fat, glassy tear of precum drooled to the floor below. “You got it, baby.” He crawled onto the mattress after her, dick leading the way. Kneeling between her legs he took his pecker and laid it on the upper part of her cunt, reuniting the warmth of their sexes and delighting them both. He took time to saw the tip down her trench, seeing how her cunt petals would gape and gush around his flared crown. In a fit of excitement he slapped his cock on her, getting a kick out of how the surrounding girl flesh wobbled like a bowl of gelatin. After that came more rubbing with just the tip, milking her for more of that precious arousal water and teasing her something awful.

She whimpered. “Ohhh… Please, fuck me. Huhhh… I’m so hot. You’re killing me…”

“It’s coming, pretty lady. Just testing the waters.”

“The water’s fine, now take a dip.”

“Heh. Yes ma’am.” Without another word he pressed forth, that cannon laying siege to her cavity until it was forced to gape around the muzzle with a less-than-subtle squelch. Both her lips and the body around it gaped, holding onto that pole with a grip that they both felt sincerely.

“[i]Ohh! Uhhh…[/i]” The slime kept her head lifted so she could watch more of that masculine obelisk slide inside of her. It came with a slow push of his hips, inch by inch coming deeper into her body, grating past her sweet spots and making her feel like a woman. Just as wonderful to watch was the bulge in her tummy which grew towards, then eventually passed, her navel. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Oh my God. Ohhhhh…[/i]”

Brunt was just as enraptured, both by the joyful sensations and the sight of it going inside. There was the silhouette his member made as it drilled deeper. He could make out the shape of his glans and the veins which jutted along the shaft. The bulge he created reached all the way to what would’ve been her diaphragm, representing a sleeve of Draconian tightness milking him for every inch. With nothing but loving slime to make up her body with, there was no fear of hurting her or doing damage. He could fuck her as hard as he pleased.

That wasn’t his plan for now. At the moment he was kneeling there, bent over her with those thighs spread in his lap. He massaged her trunk, slicking his palms across the watery ichor which coated her every facet. His paws came to her breasts, tickling themselves on the poke of her nipples. Heavy, wholesome, audaciously rotund, he kneaded them to his heart’s content, sinking his fingers into their doughy curves. His index fingers found her nipples and ran circles around them. “Fuck…” he huffed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He saw the red color from inside her float to her cheeks. She pouted. “[i]Mmmmmm… Thank you…[/i]”

“You’re welcome.” Then he leaned forward, laying his stocky torso over her body so that they were face-to-face. He kissed her, something she returned but only tepidly, the strength to match his passion laid flat by the joy of his cock soaking inside her. His face pried itself from her, a tendril of slime connecting their tongues before snapping apart. He knelt back upright, held her by the midriff, and slowly began withdrawing his cock.

[i]Schhhlllllllllllllick. [/i]

“[i]Ohhh! Uhhh![/i]” She lifted her head again to witness his cock coming out. It did so halfway, his hips poised for the first thrust. It came flawlessly, the clench of his buttocks and the crunch of his abs bringing him back down to the balls in that one hump. The slime’s head snapped back onto the mattress. “[i]Huhhhh! Ohhhh! Huhhhhh![/i]”

Brunt bit his lip and snorted. “Fffffff… Tight…” His hips rose again for another thrust, one that was followed by another. He went slowly and carefully, trying to appreciate the choke of her pussy rather than pummel it. It was a pleasure just to watch the foggy image of his penis jam up inside her and then retract. That tummy bulge would climb with it, and the snake would jiggle and quiver. Those bountiful breasts rolled and shook to the beat, earning his attention among the other facets of her body which reacted to his love making. He huffed and puffed through it all, the sweat returning to his pores. “Hahhh… Huhhh… Fuck… So good.”

The slime agreed, though she was much more verbose about it. “[i]HUHHHH! HUHHHH! OH GOD! OH FUCK! HUHHHHHH! YES! OHHHHHHHH~![/i]” Her song was genuine, the volume and pitch of each note matching the joy which he filled her with. That throaty timbre and the beautiful woman it belted from was a boon to Brunt’s pleasure nigh as effective as her womanhood. It soothed an ache he didn’t know he had, that void of a lover’s touch created by his self-imposed abstinence. Just holding her in his hands quelled his starvation. Fucking her filled the rest, though he would not be satisfied until he’d came.

He wouldn’t have to wait long, nor would the slime. “[i]HUHHHHHH! OH YES! HUHHH! FUCK ME! YES! OHHHHHHH![/i]”

Brunt growled a curse through his teeth, then laid himself atop her. His burly arms slithered around her chest for a tight hug. His chin came to rest on her shoulder, their retorts of joy bellowing across each other’s ears. He felt the squish of her breasts against his pecs, how her legs scissored around his waist, and a rapid swell of pleasure. He drove it home with the mighty clench of his glutes, heaving his loins into the slime and dragging her back and forth across the mattress, squeaking the bed on its frame. Delight soaring, he joined her loud moans with some of his own. “Uhhhhh! Fuck! I’m close! [i]Huhhhhh! Cumming![/i]”

The slime clawed at his back and pasted her O-shaped mouth to his ear, her wails falling into some very desperate whimpers. “[i]Ohhhhh, yes! Huh! Cum inside me. Fuck… Give it to me. I- Oh fuck. Huhhh, I’m cumming too. Huhhh! HUHHHHHHH~![/i]” A shrill holler ripped out of her upon the crash of her second orgasm. Around Brunt’s still-thrusting cock hissed another torrent of her cum waters, that which gurgled around his lap, dribbled from his scrotum, and spread a massive wet spot across the bed sheet from between Brunt’s legs.

The sudden squeeze and spasm combined with a molten rush of heat was what threw Brunt over the edge. His moans splintered and his face contorted under the weight of such bliss. It erupted with one final, glute-crunching heave. “[i]Hyeeeeuuuugggghhhh~~~!!![/i]” A fat rope of cum spurted out of him, launched by the heavy throb of his cock muscle. A cloud of ivory batter emulsified through the slime’s core, growing amongst the reds and purple from her tummy to the rest of her. Brunt’s muscles seized and his spine curved back into an arch. His balls were plastered to her womanhood. They contracted in their purse and pulled the skin to their ovoid shape, unloading as much as they could on her. His manly throbs and her womanly spasms created a mutually supportive climax which kept them on a plateau for some time.

It died down slowly, and Brunt slumped back down onto her. They were both panting, unable and unwilling to unravel with each other so long as the afterglow burned so hotly. The slime managed some satisfied laughter and smooched Brunt’s cheek. “Mmm, that was wonderful. I can feel it inside me. Oooh… So much~”

Brunt was still catching his breath. His heart pounded in his chest, thrumming the blood in his ears. With the heat and texture of the slime pressed so tightly against his body, he didn’t want to let go. The best he could do was lift his face over hers and give a sloppy smooch on the lips. “Yeah… Yeah… I loved it too. Huhhh… Haven’t cum that much in ages. I needed that.”

She squirmed beneath him. Her thick snake tail swerved into a happy coil. “I can tell. Glad I could help.”

“Yeah, thanks.” He mustered the strength to kneel upright. She opened her legs for him, and he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy. Limp and heavy, it brought with it a milky slug of nut which belched from her lips and oozed down the inner flanks of her ass cheeks. “Oh shit, that’s fucking awesome,” he huffed. He stroked himself just below the head, choking out the last few pearls onto her gaped cunny.

She purred her appreciation and rubbed her pussy. “Mmmm, so good. Anything else you’ve got in store for me?”

“Definitely. It’s going to take me a few minutes to get hard again, though.”

“Good. I think I want to even the score between us cumming. And don’t worry. I think I know some ways to grease your gears~” She scooted back from him on her bum then sat upright and put a hand on his chest. “Lay down, darling. Let me do the work.”

Brunt was happy to obey. With his heart still pounding and his breath heaving it felt good to take a load off. He lied down on his back with his head coming atop the pillows. The slime threw a leg over him and straddled his lap. She took his rubbery fuck stick and laid it straight up against the bottom slope of his muscle gut. Her well-fed hips rose into the air, loomed over his groin, then landed her fucked-sore cunt lips on his cock. A groaning sigh rumbled out of Grunt’s nose. He folded his hands beneath his head and admired the pearlescent beauty who began grinding and rolling atop his manhood with a sensual smile on her face.

His eyes darted about her every curve and feature, wincing through the soreness of his previous orgasm. Whatever minor discomfort there was could very easily be ignored for the pendulous sway of her tits. She caught him looking at them and did him the favor of squeezing her elbows together and jutting her chest out. “Like what you see, big boy?”

“Fucking right I do,” he said. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Mmm, thank you . You’re such a big, handsome stud. I’m so empty without you inside me. Ohhh…” She sawed her pussy up and down the ridge of muscle that ran up his pecker, dousing it in another serving of her juices. She pouted. “God, you’re so big. Huhhh… I can’t stand it.”

Brunt winced again. He could feel his pulse hammering away inside his dick. Those chunky cunt petals hugged his shaft greedily. He was lucky the slime was so wet lest she chafe the skin off him. “Hahhh, neither can I. It’s comin’, beautiful. Don’t you worry.”

“Mmm, I know. I can feel it. God, I can’t wait.” She grinded harder, each roll and swipe of the hips adding a degree of blood pressure to his scepter until at last he was stiff again. The slime wasted no time before prying herself off him to grab his hellacious pole and aim it upwards. Her battered cunny hovered over it and then came down, reuniting their eager sexes with an audible squish. Her head fell to the side with a swoon and a moan. “Ohhh~” Her cavity stretched to his girth until the whole of his helmet was absorbed. From there she made a deliberately slow descent down his breeding tool, inflating another bulge in her tummy. “[i]Ohhh… Ohhh…[/i]”

Brunt fought hard to keep his hands underneath his head. He wanted nothing more to feel around those supple hips and breasts, but felt it pertinent to leave her to her own devices. She certainly knew what she was doing, bringing that wagon of an ass down into his lap and coddling him to the hilt with such tight, veteran feminism. Her head fell backwards with the bend of her spine. She let out a doleful sigh towards the ceiling, her fork tongue doing a happy flick. With her hands on his muscle gut she started humping him. Her face came down to show a smile. “[i]Feel good, big boy? Mmmm…[/i]”

Brunt had to breathe through his mouth. Her loving touch forced a heavy breath and some deep huffs. “Yeah. Mmf. Feels fucking amazing.”

“[i]Huhhh… Yes, I think so too. Mmmmm…[/i]” She pulled herself up the full height of his shaft extra slowly before coming back down the same speed. Her cunt squelched and squished the whole way, painting the sharp veins that textured his cock in that glistening girl slime. She would crane her head this way and that while moaning softly. Her technique included not just ups and downs but deep humps and womanly gyrations. The shadow of his cock would tilt gently around inside her, knocking into her greatest depths and pleasure points. Her motions were slow, but by no means was the joy they brought insignificant. “[i]Ohhhh! Huhhhh… Yes… Yes…[/i]”

Even without the privilege of having his cock ridden, Brunt could’ve still relished the sight of her at work. From this position he could better appreciate her build as it impaled itself on him. The bottoms of her thighs and buttocks would flatten on his pelvis before rebounding into their Jovian shape upon her coming up. Those huge tits were as animated as ever, falling away from each other and then floating back into place with those fat nipples as highlights. Her cunt stayed stretched around his breadth, an impossible feat for many women, but done here with expert east. That cobra hood was at full flair. Her tail swung to and from. The joy she felt was imprinted on her features and weighted on the noises she made. She was a whole lotta woman, and to have her wrapped around his pole and moaning was the purest bliss.

She felt the same, soon trading her timid pace for a more excited one. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Oh God![/i]” She let herself come down on gravity alone, slapping her buttocks on his pelvis and rebounding the entire lower half of her body. Her breasts no longer swayed gently but bounced wildly, becoming suspended in the air on her downswings before slapping her torso upon hitting his lap. Flecks of her juices splatted off Brunt’s balls with each impact. [i]Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap![/i] At the same rhythm were hiccups in her moans. “[i]Huhhhhh-Uhhhhh-Uhhhhhh-Uhhhhh-Uhhhhhh![/i]”

Brunt couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t about to sit there idly while such a beauty pleased herself on him. His hands swung out from behind his head and grabbed onto her hips, adding force to her descents and helping her come back up. The muscles in his arms popped and grinded beneath the skin visibly as he moved that nubile body of hers, so soft and heavy, pearlescent and moist. “Ohhh, fuck. Baby, I’m gonna cum.” He scrunched his face and growled. “God! I’m clo-!”

[i]Whumpf![/i]

His declaration was cut off by an avalanche of woman falling upon him. His snout fell into her cleavage, those titanic milkers swaddling the entirety of his head. The slick and slimy inner slopes were dragged up and down his visage as she began throwing her body back on his cock, still wobbling the flesh of her ass and thighs while moaning even more loudly. She cradled his head into her bosom, sinking his pig nose into what would’ve been a solid sternum on a regular woman, but here was a spongy mattress that saturated his face fur with slime.

Below her joyous howls were his muffled cries of delight. “[i]Hrrmmmmm! Hnnnnnnnfffhhhhh~![/i]” His grip on her hips tightened, popping the knuckles and bulging the sinews in his forearms. The force he moved her with doubled. His hips jackhammered into her blindly in total disregard to the pace she rode his cock. Soon the region where there organs were intermeshed was a storm of fluids now plastered inside Brunt’s thighs and puddled on the bed sheets between them. Through the kind suffocation of her tits he could feel the glow of another impending climax. The moans that rumbled from her chest grew emotional, turning into a long wail once he came. “[i]Hhhnnnnnnnggghhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]”

The humping stopped at once, his cock and balls suspended in the air by his hips. Another load squirted out of him to the beat of his cock throbs. [i]Squirsh. Squirsh. Squirsh.[/i] More clouds of his seed dissipated into her while a single tear of molten white drooled down onto his contracting man purse. His fists were clenched hard enough to shake, much like the rest of his body did. Only when the last spurt of cum escaped him did his pelvis settle back down on the sheets and his grip relaxed.

The slime’s O-face settled into a very happy smile. She looked down at the top of his head and caressed it. “There we go. Mmmmmmm… Let it all out. Ohhh, yes~” She sat upright, freeing him of her bosom. His greased up face opened up with a gasp. His flabbergasted expression looked extra exaggerated by the way his face fur was slicked back. She giggled and scratched his chest. “I take it you enjoyed that~”

He was lost in a stupor, barely able to hook a thought out of the euphoric swamp he’d been submerged in. Only when his eyes could focus on the beauty smiling down at him could he lick his lips and smile back. “Hahhh… Yeah. I did. Fuck.”

“Mmm, I’m glad. I did too.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. A careful rise from his lap released his cock from her and another fat plug of cum which plopped onto his softening member. After letting that seminal deluge pile atop his shrinking sex organ she slid off and laid on her side beside him with an arm draped across his chest and her chin cuddled up to his shoulder. She rose and fell with his chest as he continued breathing hard. She let him catch his breath before asking, “Care for a round three?”

Brunt would’ve loved nothing more, but then he remembered the hammer waiting for him in the forge. It was getting late. Waiting for his cock to get hard again plus another round would’ve taken too long. He’d promised himself that he would get up early the next morning. Staying up any longer would’ve made that miserable, if not impossible. “Actually, it’s getting late and I have a lot of work to do in the forge tomorrow. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You seem more than satisfied.”

He smiled. “More satisfied than I’ve ever been.”

She kissed his cheek. “Splendid. If that’s all you have for me for tonight, I can retreat to the jar until next time.”

Brunt’s smile faded. It was a rude reminder that she was but a magical creation, a consciousness brought about by the design of man, not nature. Her sole purpose, per his and her creators’ intentions, was Brunt’s sexual satisfaction. As soon as she achieved that, she was supposed to retreat into the jar. But Brunt didn’t want her to do that. He didn’t want her to be some inflatable cock sleeve for him to summon on his whimsy. Mainly, he didn’t want to sleep alone again. “Well, do you have to?”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you have to go back into the jar? Will you dry up?”

“No. I can stay out here as long as you need me to. Why?” She laid a hand on his chest. “Think you can go another round?”

“No. I just…” He felt himself blushing. “I want to go to sleep with you.”

Those blackened snake eyes went round, then softened with a smile. “Of course. I would like that.”

Brunt’s heart fluttered. “Yeah. I would too.” The slime turned her back on him, presenting the plump curvature of her scale-textured back. He scooted up to her and hooked an arm around her. He pulled her close and nuzzled the back of her cobra hood.

“Goodnight, darling,” whispered the slime.

She couldn’t see it, but his voice resonated with the smile on his face. “Mmm, goodnight.” The two of them were off to sleep shortly, the void in Brunt’s bed finally filled.

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