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Breeding the Swamp Hag Matriarch

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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This story contains dubious consent in a man transforming into a monster and subsequent breeding of a “swamp hag" type monster. Follow up story, to come later, shows full and open consent.

William was too loud, too forward, kayaking through the swamp with a frown on his face as if everything there displeased him. His lips moved, spilling out words, but the swamps did not have an answer for him, dim and gloomy with gnarled tree roots dipping into the waterways, moisture hanging thick and heavy in the air. The humidity had his brown hair fluffing up with frizz, though that could not be helped, the light hint of stubble on his jaw line showing just how quickly he grew it in.

His paddle dipped in and out of the water noisily, splashing, coursing onward and through. He didn't know where he was going but he had no concern about that, not when he was exploring. Every expedition that he went out on, the young man who already believed that he was a scientist, even though he did not have the studies or the credentials for it, had something to discover. It was his way, of course, despite the fact that very few of his so-called discoveries were anything of note at all. He thought too highly of himself, his trademark look best worn in a smirk, though little did William know that, during that particular day, he would actually make a discovery that no one ever wanted to.

He was hunting for them, the lost tribe of women that were rumoured to live there, deep within, yet what he found there would not be anything that he would ever reveal. William simply wouldn't get the chance. The swamp stank, clawing at his nostrils like a wild beast that he was yet to subdue, though he paddled onward, something drawing him deeper and deeper, dipping his paddle into the water less than silently.

They knew he was coming even if William did not know what he was stumbling on, a passive player even in his own life as control of that was ripped from him in a breath of a moment. Lights flickered but he pressed on without caution, jetties and decking and small huts pulling him on.

Yet not even William knew what was happening, why he was so caught up in the moment, paddling and paddling, moving as if through a dream. His vision grew hazy, breath tight in his throat, shaking his head, brushing his hair back from his face. He didn't need to do anything, however, for his fate was already set, the mist of the swamps closing in around him, cutting off the human from the life that was already taken from him.

The swamp hags were not the beautiful women that he had anticipated, though the incense burned at their festival, seeking to bring life and prosperity to their tribe, had the effect of easing restrictions on the mind. Inhibitions were not to be had, could not be had – not when they were near going to the brink of extinction, huddling together around an altar where an offering had been laid.

Far from gorgeous, they crooned and swayed, lumbering and hunched over, like amphibious monsters with webbed fingers and toes that should never have crawled from the depths. They rarely straightened, though they could give the illusion of being women, human in form, when they straightened and touched on the power of illusion, their gaping jaws and lines of sharp teeth quelled to hide their true identities. No one would have called them beautiful or looked at them with anything but horror in their true forms, arms appearing too skinny for the shape of them, shoulders pushed up and folds of wrinkly skin layering their bodies.

Oh, but their dropping numbers were not solely due to the lack of new life being born into their tribe, candle and lantern lights flickering as they liked hands, webbing brushing, and swayed, their eyes alight with an eerie glow. They sacrificed their own in their fertility festival, desperately increasing the frequency from annually to monthly, though it did them no good, no good at all. There had been no volunteer that time and they were waiting for a sign as to who should step forward for the good of the tribe and their matriarch, not knowing what else to do.

The reeds rustled. All heads turned.

“What... What is this?"

Their volunteer had come.

He walked into their midst as if in a dream, a man that they had been waiting for – the male that they had been waiting for. William blinked and shook his head, though that did nothing to clear the mist from his eyes, hands clawing at him, sliding, slimy in their presentation, grunting softly, drifting amongst them.

Why was he there? What was he doing? The swamp hags crowded, drawing him in, hissing and murmuring to one another in their own language.

The one.

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The one has come.

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A male.

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Only a male.

A male for the matriarch.

Him.

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Sacrifice.

For the festival.

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He blinked, holding his hands up as they drew him in closer and closer to the wooden altar, so old that it slumped to one side. But his sensibility and humanity remained, pushing through the cloying scents dominating his nostrils, infiltrating his mind, struggling and flailing.

“No – wait! Stop this! I'm here to study you, not be...whatever by you!"

His words fell clumsy in such a moment, shaking his head, though there were too many pairs of hands to hold him down. His foot connected with a thigh and the hag caught it with a hiss before it could do any damage, wrenching his shoe off, taking his clothes, tearing through with short claws that he would have before thought could not have done any damage at all.

Pinned and flailing, William cried out as the flames danced and flickered, something forced to his lips – a clay pot of some kind? They were as monstrous as they were firm, taking nothing from him as he was forced to obey, though there was very little obedience to be had in a man struggling as vehemently as he was. The liquid flowed down his throat as they chanted above him, one, great, writhing entity rather than any single hag taking control in any way.

He howled and twisted, heat exploding through him. Quick – it was quick! There was no time for fear as the world spun and spun and spun, snarling and ripping, the creature within him ripping through. Out, out, it had to get out, there simply was nowhere else for it to go. William's mouth gaped, open and closed, cries fading, thinking that he was growling and not making any sound at all.

What was wrong?

Why did he feel...different?

The hags chanted, the lights flickered, the swamp turned and turned around him, water lapping the wooden posts of the jetties and the lump of land that he was tucked on. They knew what he was there for, even if they could not have said why their fertility rituals had never given them what they'd needed, chanting and murmuring, their words weaving around him as his flesh bubbled and rippled.

Naked. Nude. He was to be a man no more as he twisted and groaned, not bound but pinned as rampant arousal flowed through him, his shaft pulsing and swelling. He couldn't have said why but it was not for him to concern himself with as they took control of him, his willing sacrifice falling into their hands. He was a man and he would be a beast, his skin turning a dark grey, horns and lines of spikes bursting from the back of his head and down his back, impaling the altar. Some of the hags recoiled, shocked by his transformation, yet not even William could be so horrified as his hard cock grew and grew.

Longer and longer... It was the pinnacle around which his transformation centred itself, losing his human features, becoming larger and stronger, more of a digitigrade creature that walked on their toes rather than plantigrade. His shaft throbbed with every snatched breath, extended to one foot, two feet...and even longer. The skin darkened, becoming something equine-like in its girth, though the glands at the head were defined starkly with a rounded tip that was easier, surely, to get into a willing partner.

His face exploded out in a raw and ragged cry that William could not be sure he gave breath to, nostrils curving, snorting heavily. Horns curved back from his head like those of a bull but the tail that lashed out was dragon-like, a twisted monster amongst the naked hags for them to enjoy. William's eyes blazed red and he snorted and snarled, his tongue slim and flexible, flicking out through his sharp teeth, body rippling with muscle, that of a breeding stud clad in a short coat of hair that, somehow, still managed to look somewhat scale-like.

It was done and he could only see the hags, their breasts, their bare, stunning bodies, everything about them so very lustful to him. Most even had multiple pairs of breasts and he could only imagine them sagging with more than the weight of them, heavy with milk. How would it look, squirting and dribbling? He licked his chops, something of the human in him remaining but not enough to stop him from taking his pleasure in that way, hips rocking and thrusting, his transformation completing itself in cloven hooves. They dug down into the splintering altar as he howled out his lust, twisting and rocking, the turgid length of his rampant breeding spire.

He understood them as their language washed over him, their cries of hope and passion, their want to make him what their matriarch needed, yet he could see no matriarch as his hips rocked, balls swelling. They had to match his cock, after all, heavy and fat with cum, the size of footballs, though never again would he see a football in his new life as a monster of a breeding stud. His huge length ached and pulsed as he barely kept himself under any measure of control, hips rocking, thrusting madly, spilling a heady load of his cum over himself.

More and more... He could not have said just how much he climaxed but his seed flowed everything, his hyper shaft thrusting for the skies, though most above was covered by thick leaves, the trees dipping in the eve of the day. There was nothing left for him, thick desire and lust taking over, powering through him, clawing for dominance where he was already in them and committed well and truly. The hags squealed and hissed, cum splattering their heads, flowing over hair and bare scalps alike, messing their tits, creamy and trickling and still coming. There was a near enough endless stream as he rocked and humped, forgetting even who he was as smoke roiled from his nostrils, eyes blazing with single-minded, lustful need.

Yet he was there for them and their matriarch and they had to take him there, a monster of lust to be subdued for only a time. Ropes lashed him down but would not hold him for long, his horns used to guide him, taking him deeper and deeper into the swamp, stumbling and snorting. For there was one lone hut set out on an island all on its own where their matriarch resided and they had finally created her the breeding stud that could save their tribe and the rest of the swamp too.

He had to do it, had to fuck, had to mate, knocked out in order to get him to their matriarch, drifting out on one of their boats and left there for the greatest swamp hag of all to lumber out at her pleasure. William blinked, hard to keep unconscious for any length of time with such lust coursing through his veins, scrambling up, muscles bursting through the ropes, unable to control himself. He let out a roar, on all fours, cock throbbing, spilling pre-cum, only seeming to grow thicker and more wanton, desperate to breed.

“Yes..." He grunted, shaking his head, horns tipping from one side to the other. “Breed... Fuck... Where... Where are you?"

The matriarch was not what he may have expected, a monstrous woman with huge, heaving breasts sagging heavily, her jaws agape, much larger than any of the hags that he had met so far. Her jaws glistened with saliva as she flung open the door to her hut, fingers skinny and tipped with dangerously sharp claws, a short tail twisting to her back, though it was still flexible enough to grip onto things if she so willed. Her flesh was smoother but only by a little, mottled through with green and brown and grey, even a golden hue present in some shades, but her head bulged out in a truly monstrous fashion, her strength hidden within a body that had seen so much more than what William could have ever hoped to have experienced alone.

“Who goes there?" She spoke loftily, as if her speech was elevated beyond what her tribe could enunciate for themselves. “You are not strong enough for me, not big enough. My tribe thinks that any male will do. You will leave, like the others."

Yet William could barely take in her words as the naked matriarch loomed over him. All he saw was the line of her waist, the size of her hips, how very wide they were. Oh, they drew him in like a moth to the flame, a lantern slammed into the peaty ground beside the hut, though with how moist everything in the swamp seemed to be it was a wonder that it burned at all. The matriarch, Esterona, loomed, a good three feet taller than him even in his larger, stronger form of a breeding monster, yet William could not see anyone as sexier, anyone as a better breeding match for him right there and then.

Maybe there was something in Esterona that knew that too. Maybe she knew that her people were dying, despite her isolation. Maybe he was the one, indeed, that she had been waiting for all along.

There was no way to tell.

Only one way to do.

He roared as he slammed into her, the stud-monster in motion before his mind even caught up with his body. All William knew was that he wanted her, craved her, snorting and blowing smoke as the monster in him took over. He howled and ground his cock over her sexily monstrous body, her skin soft and pliable despite the wrinkles, trying to pin her down while she snarled and writhed.

“Fiend – I will show you what comes of ones like you!"

But she was losing, prudish and restrained and yet one who could not deny the lusts of one who had, finally, been created to be a perfect match for her. The transformation magic in the fertility spells coursed through the veins of the monster before her and even Esterona could not help but suck in breath after breath through flared nostrils, her eyes wide and glowing, need unparalleled. She swung her leg over him, hands on his throat, pinning him down, using her larger size and weight against him, yet she did not know what her body wanted, what it craved.

“Oh..." She grunted, shuddering, shoulders hunching and rounding.

Sometimes one just had to go with what was laid out before them. She may have wanted to hold back but the pheromones seeping forth in his sweat reminded her of what he truly wanted, the insides of his thighs foaming where they rubbed together. Esterona rolled her head back, releasing his throat, his hands on her, though they were tipped with claws too, her hands grasping his cock.

“Maybe..."

Yet there was no true need for words to be had as he grunted and growled, rocking up against her, single-minded, only thinking of one thing. There was nothing else in his mind at all as her strong, powerful thighs closed around him, her backside thick with like muscle and fat, her body everything that he could have ever hoped for and more. He needed it, lusted for it, spearing up and up and up as she tested him, trying his sexual prowess as her hands pumped his gargantuan length.

“Yes... Show me..."

He had to be the best, had to prove himself to her, had to do something to show her just how good he was for her, finally seeding her pussy where her womb had remained barren for so many years. She wanted him but she had to know, something in her still holding back as she massaged his cock roughly, confident in her actions and yet putting the breeding stud on trial. There was only one thing that he could do for her and if he could not do that, well, there would be nothing else that she would be able to make use of him for.

Yet a breeding stud like William, like what he had been transformed into, could not hold back, his overfilled balls aching and churning even though he had already cum so quickly already. He needed more, so much more, cum jetting from his cock even before his jaws had parted in a roar of orgasm. He was barely aware of what was around him, so caught up in pleasure that he could not think of anything else, the hag taking him, pumping his length, hissing out her pleasure for him.

“Yes..." Night loomed around them, though the blaze of the lantern would be enough to illuminate their tryst further still. “You...will do..."

Her eloquent words fell from her as she let out a groan, her hips rising, ready to take him. Oh, it was a big cock, a huge one, but a length like that was just what a matriarch needed. That was just why she had not been able to breed for so many years, needing that perfect partner, though he was the right one for her as her hips plunged down, taking the full length of his meat. It slammed up inside her as the monster kept on cumming and cumming, spilling a hugely heady dose deep inside her, slickening the path of his cock.

William snarled, though he had barely more power in the moment with her allowing him to fuck her. His hips rose and slammed up into her, hooves digging into the boggy ground, mud and stink clinging to his hide and hair, though he barely cared about that in the slightest. Her cunt closed around him, pulsing and rippling, massaging and dragging his cum from him as his body was forced to keep up.

But there was a kind of swamp magic in William's veins that was ready to work, strengthening his muscles as he pounded her, making it hard to see just who was in control. It was a tentative kind of giving up of control that would be passed back and forth between them as their trust grew, the matriarch knowing more and more strongly that he was the one who could breed her and then her whole tribe too.

They would survive. But she needed the best seed, the strongest cum, for that. Only one would do.

Esterona howled out her orgasm, sharp teeth flashing in the light of the flickering, ominous flames casting flashing shadows across her hut. It was more than even she could have expected and yet even her climax had her wanting more, snarling and slavering, ropes of drool splattering from her jaws. She was present in the moment for herself and herself alone, though she would learn to love her breeding stud in time, their bond and relationship growing and developing in a way that ones only bound by magic and a breeding tryst could be.

He flipped her, snarling as he slammed her back into the mud, his hips pounding, driving his cock into her as their juices splattered, combining in a moment of lust unlike anything that either of them had experienced before. That was just how it was when one fucked their perfect match, cum flooding her, William barely able to tell when one orgasm ended and another began. His hands curled around her shoulders, even though she was so much larger than him, a force of fucking that could not be subdued in any shape or form at all.

“Yesss..."

She snarled, bucking up to him, wrapping her larger legs around his hips and dragging him down, dominating as she demanded everything now that she had accepted him as her mate.

“Harder... Take me..."

Esterona would accept nothing else.

She had to have him, letting him pound her, every ounce of restriction that she had previously held in her heart falling away as the thick length of his meat slid into her. Her muscles tightened around him, wanting even more sensation than she had already gotten, head spinning, orgasm rising, her lust in the palm of her hand. It was there and the swamp hag matriarch could take it for her own, howling out her lust as he pounded her like there was nothing else left in the world for him.

William was not privy to any of that as he pounded her into the mud, making an imprint of Esterona in the dirt, though neither of them cared about any mess that was made. All they cared about was their pleasure, that driving need to breed that would not so simply disappear, roaring through, demanding everything they were and so much more. His fat length sawed into her, stretching her out for his pleasure, though she was tighter and tighter around him rather than relaxing to allow him in.

He growled. He liked that. He liked it a lot.

Her comfort was paramount and yet he could not do anything else, not even pause to tell her who he was, introducing himself, while he slammed in. His balls swelled and churned, growing even more, hanging heavily between his thighs, his need rising. He should have been satisfied with at least a few climaxes but her body was so ripe and ready for him that William could not help but blast out a roar and cum all over again, crushing the soft head of his cock all the way up to her innermost barrier, a few inches remaining outside her cunt. In time, he would learn how to wedge that much of his cock into her too but that would only come as he learned to understand the rise and fall of her body in even more intimate detail.

It would do for the time being as he forced more and more cum up into her pussy, bloating out her womb, forcing her belly to expand. There was nothing else for it as she moaned out loud, cum and her sexual fluids slopping messily from her pussy, the driving pound of his cock demanding, simply, that she make room for him. All William had to do was to keep fucking her, keep breeding her, seeding her full over and over again while lust flowed through his veins in lieu of blood.

They changed positions at some point, though there didn't seem to be any interim there that either of them could note. One moment she was on her back and the next Esterona was hefted up against the wall of her hut, the wooden boards cracking and splintering behind her back. The beast that they had created to mate with her roared in her face, warm breath washing over her, and she howled in turn, just as feral and lust-crazed, the more he fucked her. There was no going back from such a point as ecstasy poured through her, her cunt flexing and rippling around him, though there was nothing controlled in her motions. Nothing was under her control even as some dim part of her glowed in admiration for how even he was able to hold up her greater weight, his strength part of what made him the perfect mate for her.

Control was overrated. Better to leave that by the waterside as William slammed rampantly into her, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It was not needed as she cried out for him, clinging to him, claws digging in but not breaking the skin, his tough hide just another thing that made him perfect for her.

The hut cracked, dropping them into the debris, wooden boards breaking, shattering, the wreckage a bed for them as their bodies twisted and writhed through the mess. A stray hoof kicked the flickering lantern, snuffing it out in the waterway, but that was none of their concern as he grunted and slammed in, her pussy hot and wet and as inviting as a stud like him could have ever wanted it to be.

That night was the first of many, yet there was no way to simmer down their lust for one another, the matriarch more and more accepting of him. As he filled her stomach, her belly bloating out obviously as if she was already pregnant, though that too was something that would come in time, not wholly so the first time. The rest of the tribe appeared from time to time as the days passed, the monsters slipping into the swamp itself to fuck like the lust-crazed beings that they were, water splashing in all directions. They scared off all swamp life nearby, leaving the tribe to watch as William and Esterona intimately learned the ins and outs of each other's bodies.

Fucking on the islands, half in and half out of the water, he took advantage of her backdoor entrance, grinding in, though that was not a part of her that he should have been interested in while impregnation was the need of a breeding stud. It was just as good as he pounded up under her short tail, bending her over the bank as water slopped around their legs, moans rising, flooding the air.

“Yes, oh, yes!"

Everyone within a ten-mile radius, or so it seemed, knew what they were doing, though the swamp hags gave them enough privacy for the time being. As Esterona's pregnancy progressed rapidly, her tits began to lactate – and that was the beginning of a new fetish for William. He'd never thought about that before but it was too erotic to slam between her breasts, folding and softly squeezing them around his cock, helping her give him a boob-job while he let lust overcome him.

“Yesss..." Esterona hissed, squeezing her breasts even more firmly around him. “Harder... Fuck me!"

Her prude nature was gone for she had no reason to hold back anymore, twisting and bucking, the jetty rocking and swaying dangerously under her. Yet Esterona had nothing to fear with her William there, the two of them having found time to talk between sex sessions, his hard length pounding between her tits. Her milky orbs dripped constantly, cum mixing with her milk while he reached his high, painting her face and her breasts with his load, no difference between his seed and her milk.

Another day, she rode him before the tribe, letting them see that the male they had chosen for her was doing the job that he had been created for. He had to fuck her and keep fucking her, her back to him so that he had the best view of her buttocks descending over his cock, taking him deep. The full length of his shaft could be wedged into her by that time and William groaned out loud as he fucked her, sitting up only to grasp her tits, squeezing them hard as her milk flowed.

One pregnancy ended but it was not the end for the two of them as the youngsters were passed over to the tribe to take care of, showing them the ways of the world and all that they needed to know and do in life. The purpose of the matriarch and the sex monster they'd created was to fuck and keep up the cycle of impregnation and pregnancy, over and over again: they had to be left to it, left alone to do what was needed to save them and the swamp. The breeding freaks took full advantage of it, though twisting and turning and fucking, William not even sure what hole he was fucking, under the surface of the water was, perhaps, not the most sensible of options with so much at stake.

Esterona gasped, bubbles streaming from her lips, groaning, her cries silenced by the swamp water that was her home. She was at home there, hair floating, yet the need to breathe making her orgasm all the stronger, passion twisting with the strain of needing air so very desperately. It didn't matter that it could have ended them for the flow of seed into her pussy was all that she craved, her stud-monster twisting against her as he slid out and slammed back into the other hole, swapping and changing even after their heads broke the surface and ecstasy flared up deliriously once more.

Another pregnancy, though he impregnated her again the same day, ensuring that she was never without a load of cum in her fertile womb, always kept fertile and ready for his breeding cock. William licked his lips, letting her give him a blowjob, yet he could not resist grabbing her head and slamming straight down her throat, her hands on his hips even though she did not care to stop his rough play. It made her shudder so deliciously, craving more, her pussy wet and sloppy from her juices flowing so strongly in response to everything he did to her.

They were made for each other.

They kissed desperately as he held her tight to him, claws digging in, his back against another hut that was cracking and splintering already. His need was too high to care about all the damage that they had caused together and there was more still to come, need rising, passion mounting, day after day. Esterona's stomach was huge with her pregnancy that day but he fucked her pussy, all the same, their pleasure beyond all match and measure as he held onto her wide hips and groped her arse.

Her body held multiple pregnancies, her stomach growing so large that they could not even fuck face to face sometimes. He growled between her thighs, his hands on her stomach, evidence of his virility, but his tongue was too busy lashing deep inside her to care about anything else that was happening. There was an audience there on the island in the swamp, of course, though the swamp hags were respectful enough to give them plenty of time and space to enjoy one another regardless of what more they may have needed the matriarch for. They only needed to be around to take care of the young that she birthed between sessions, squirreling them away where they could be cared for in the new, building nursery.

The sex became rougher and rougher, sometimes one taking the dominant position and sometimes the other taking the lead. It worked either way for them, need rising, flowing thick and fast, her huge stomach giving her an even bigger advantage as she weighed him down, grinding on his muzzle. Still, Esterona craved his cock as much as she did his lips and tongue, how they sent her into peal after peal of deliriously delightful orgasm, her pregnancies fuelling her lust all the more.

Nothing could stop them, fucking through the village, destroying it to make way for more. The old had to be broken down, in one way or another, to make room for the new, moans rising, throbbing, thickening in the air. On all fours, William fucked her anal passage with wild abandon, shoving her through the slickening mud, desire as hard as ever. A load of cum flowed forth and yet he did not stop even as his balls bounced off her backside, Esterona screaming out her own climax with his hands grasping her tits.

He took his time with her afterwards, their sex breaking down old huts, leaving carnage and destruction in their wake. Esterona took his cock down her throat for one climax before he curved around her, pounding her pussy while locking his lips and jaws around a nipple in turn, drinking down her milk, splattering and dribbling and messily staining his muzzle. Still, he drank and drank from her, the cream of her milk fuelling his energy and sustaining him just as their combined sexual fluids did, rendering them nothing more than the breeding freaks of the swamp amidst those that they served. And he would take his pleasure too, his cum seeping into her with pump after pump of his hips, drinking down every last drop that the matriarch could have possibly have had to give him.

They wanted for nothing, his cock ploughing into her pussy and then her pucker, taking one orgasm in each as they swapped positions, life thrumming through the swamp in the buzz of insects, dawn rising. The glow of it illuminated the swamp, new life glowing, bubbling up to the surface where it had been crushed for so long. It was for them and because of them, the huge rise of her stomach begging attention, William's hands sliding over it again and again, though he could not help but to nuzzle between her huge, milky tits, adoring in a softer, more loving manner still how they grew in size with every pregnancy. Her body tried to supply milk for the young that the rest of the tribe was already caring for but he did his best to drain her and keep her comfortable, her holes stuffed with his hard rod at all times.

She could not have imagined a time where she had not been as hungry for sex as him, grinding back on his muzzle as he was introduced to rimming, eating out her arse with his long, flexible tongue. Of course, she was perfectly clean as she rolled back against him, William devouring her body with passion unlike anything else that could ever have been spent, moments slipping into one another, groaning into her flesh and pressing in even closer than before.

Closer, always closer. He had to be there, tongue squirming about inside her as she screamed and his tongue lashed down to taste her pussy before whipping straight back up to her anal ring. The pucker was just too tempting, so very tempting, so many things about her so erotic that he didn't find any control in himself at any time. That was not what their sex was about as her pussy squirted, getting off solely from anal penetration, the breeding power of his driving stud-stick. His meat was more than she should have been able to handle but the matriarch knew just how powerful he was, what pleasure he could deliver unto her even as her stomach heaved with more pregnancies at once. Just how many she could hold?

Oh, that would all come to be seen in time, his tongue lapping and twirling, pushing around her anal ring, tasting her, driving into her pussy and back again. He moaned against her, lost in the moment – yet he was not a creature that needed to be found. Although he had, long ago, been drawn into the fold of the swamp hags, it was not for their kind to be discovered in any way, William helping to keep their tribe alive through their secrecy and passion for him, breeding Esterona again and again.

He could not resist, as sweet as her thickly tart juices tasted. He needed her, needed his cock back inside her, it being almost comical just how much larger she was than him. Yet they gave and took in equal measures, lusting and grinding, his cock pounding into her as they spooned, her back to his chest. William snarled, nipping lovingly and passionately at her shoulder and neck, pushing on, grinding into her with raw lust that could not be sated in any other way.

Her pussy clenched and squirted around him, milking him of orgasm after orgasm, though she did not truly need his cum as yet. She was pregnant already, her stomach wobbling with the sway of her young inside, though they would have to come out soon, allowing the swamp hag to do her duty, yet again, as the breeding matriarch. Turning her head around as far as was possible, she kissed him furiously, deeply, tongues tangling, twirling and wrapping around one another, deep-throating in the kiss and exploring the limits of their bodies. His cock sawed into her in a way that would have been painful for one who did not lust for it so terribly, but they had everything they wanted there and more.

They faced one another, his lips moulding crushingly to hers, gulping and teasing, deeply French kissing. His lust rose, cock driving in, using the full length of his meat to breed her, to seed her, to give his hag queen everything that she craved. Esterona's cries rose even as she squirted again and again on his cock, rippling around him, yet he wanted more, always more, his cock hardly ever seeming to soften. Indeed, he could not remember a time, since he had come to live with the swamp hags, where his shaft had not been hard and wanton, ready to pound at a moment's notice.

Life was perfect. What more was there for him? He knew things were unconventional but it was so very hard to feel unfulfilled in the slightest with the matriarch to love him, to adore him, her passion lifting him up through his lust every day.

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It was all that the two of them could have wanted, day after day of sex, William knowing of his past life but forgetting it. Why should he linger on it while he had so much better there for him to take? Esterona was the most lustful woman, or monster, that he could ever have imagined but he knew it was fate, destiny, his cock always plunged deep, need never falling even though it always seemed to rise.

Esterona did that for him. And that was why he was there for her too.

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Several years later, the matriarch lay flat on her back on the edge of a swampy bank, thick with tussocks of grass, William slamming into her pussy. Her stomach was so big that she looked as if she was carrying two pregnancies, at the very least, at once and her breasts huge and lactating heavily. Milk stained her skin as if it was always present and her body rolled with every stroke of his cock, his huge, swinging balls bouncing off her backside with every stroke of his cock.

Almost ready to give birth again as he impregnated her once again, his cock and balls were even larger, stronger, his body better-designed with the magic of the swamp to give her everything that she could have wanted and more. She needed it from him, a lustful mate that craved him, day in and day out, sex all that they had between them and yet everything they had, at the same time. His nuts hung so huge and heavy that he found it difficult to even walk or waddle if she did not drain him hourly, though it was not as if Esterona very often allowed him to get into that state. She cared for him and his needs far too deeply to let that happen.

Swapping positions, she rode him instead, her stomach rolling forward, showing off just how fertile she was, how she had been instrumental in bringing life back to the swamp. It was down to them, the two of them, and all for them. Her belly bore down on him, her weight and strength overpowering, yet the stud-monster would not have wanted to be anywhere else as pleasure, once more, crashed over him, swamping and drowning him right where he wanted to be.

Cum flowed up into her, William dimly aware that his cock was still in her pussy, though she pulled off him to let his cock spill its load all over the huge round of her belly and up her tits too. Everyone benefitted from their tryst but he wanted it too, groaning with his hands reaching for her, clutching hers, drawing her ever closer to him as he covered them both in the virility of his creamy seed.

The tribe prospered with their lust, though their lust had only calmed, over the months together, to a level that they could interact safely with the tribe. They still needed sex, single-minded and driven to the cost of all else, falling back into each other's arms with gawping need, a mouth sliding down over a needy shaft as easily as William ploughed into her cunt. The majority of their time was spent breeding, many, many more swamp hags flooding the swamp and the tribe wrapped up in caring for the youngsters, though they welcomed the new life with open arms. They'd spent too long sacrificing their own to not welcome in the newest of the brood, regardless of the terrifying swiftness with which they were born.

Esterona moaned and screamed her climax to the waterways as the tribe worked at fixing a jetty nearby, not caring to stop. The two of them had made the change, changed everything in the swamp for the better. And they had had a ton of pleasure while doing it too!

Wasn't that what life was all about? They could not have said but they did know that they were where they needed to be, satisfied with their lives and lusting for more as Esterona spent the evening with William alternating between suckling on her tits and fucking her holes, his cum seeping from both of the ones down below.

Breeding the matriarch of the swamp had turned everything for the better.

And there was always more breeding lust to be had...