"What…?" Lyssandra stammered, her eyes squinting in confusion.
The sensation of being on the verge of orgasm was incredibly uncomfortable. Like standing under a blistering sun only to be suddenly pulled back into the heat when you think you've found relief.
"What happened?" a flash of irritation crossing her face.
Refusing to give up, she returned to stroking her cock, now using both hands and increasing her vigor. Her erection grew even larger, the veins pulsing at every movement. Yet, the same pattern repeated: while her vagina experienced the release of pleasure, her shaft seemed trapped in an unending loop of buildup.
"No, no, don't tell me I have erectile dysfunction!....How the hell did i know about erectile dysfunction? Doesn't matter, i have to fix this!" her paranoia beginning to take hold.
She desperately tried to force a release by sandwiching her penis between the heavy swell breasts, hands squeezing them together to create friction. Finding this insufficient, she opened her mouth and clamped down around the angry head, sucking the rushing river of precum.
"Come on… come on!!!" she hissed through clenched teeth, pulling her cock out of after gulping down a mouthful of the salty, warm fluid. Her hands worked with even more frantic, urgent speed now.
Still, it was stubborn and utterly unyielding.
"Don't you dare…" her lips tightening around the penis again. She sucked even more desperately, hands moving in a frantic blur.
To be denied so many consecutive orgasms was devastating to one's health. Her schlong had swollen to an impossible size, stretching nearly 80 cm in length with a thick 15 cm girth. Instead of its natural hue, the pole had turned a bruised mixture of violet and deep red, looking almost painful in its congestion.
The sensation was, indeed, agonizing!
Looking down, she realized the issue wasn't confined to her shaft. The pair of testicles were in a similarly distressed state, swollen to the size of large footballs, crisscrossed with bulging, dark red veins looked ready to burst.
"What should I do? What am I supposed to do?!" Lyssandra panicked, casting frantic glances around the area for any conceivable relief.
The environment was a mess, smeared white with thick, viscous semen. The Bloom Mothers lay scattered around, their bodies naked and their bellies grotesquely bloated, mirroring the chaos of her own body. Morgana, in her humanoid form, was in similarly situation.
Suddenly, a muffled voice resonated from within her.
"Master… what are you doing? Your walls… they keep squeezing me so hard…"
"What? Who? Luna?!" Lyssandra gasped, her heart racing while looking down at her abdomen. "What are you doing insi…"
The thought was interrupted by a sudden, overwhelming sensation. Her vision flashed white, breath caught in her throat, and her heart seemed to stop for a fraction of a second. Then she collapsed from the seat.
The final image burned into her consciousness before she succumbed to the overwhelming, forced orgasm was a sphere, round and large like a baseball, racing from her testicles through her urethra. Yet, instead of white semen, it was accompanied by a torrent of brilliant blue liquid.
The big sphere traveled from one of her swollen testicles, violently stretching the ductus deferens before it carved a path through her internal organs, pushing against her bladder and being coated by layers of thick precum. A visible bulge began to move from the base of her penis, traveling slowly toward the tip of the engorged, angry head.
Then the sphere shot out!
It was a slime core, propelled by an erupting torrent of blue liquid. The stream was constant and powerful, like a pressurized water hose spraying into the air, splashing heavily against the stone ground below.
The initial blast was a deep, vibrant blue, but the surge persisted. Gradually, the liquid turned white, coating the core until it disappeared beneath the thick, viscous mixture.
The sheer force of the eruption was immense, the liquid jetting downward, reaching the celebration area far below. It splashed over the sleeping hobgoblins, their tongues twitching in reflex before instinctively licking at the passing deluge.
Eventually, Lyssandra's penis and testicles returned to their normal dimensions, but the aftermath was staggering.
Her urethra had been stretched so wide that a fist could be shoved inside, yet even now, a thin, continuous stream of swirling blue and white liquid dribbled out between her chests. Despite the massive loss of volume, her cock remained stubbornly, forcefully erect, pulsing with a life of its own.
"Urghh…"
Hours later, she finally stirred awake, finding herself back within the large, temporary house she shared with her harem.
She quickly pulled the heavy leather blanket aside to inspect her naked self, relieved to find her erection was normal. The angry red and purple hues were gone, the monstrous bulge had receded, and her urethra had returned to its usual size. Everything appeared perfectly normal.
"Master, you're finally awake. That must have been quite the sensation to knock you out like that," Luna whispered, emerging from beneath the covers to hug Lyssandra from the side.
"Wait… that wasn't just a dream?" Lyssandra asked, her voice raspy.
"Nope, it was real. Being inside you was so warm and wet, and I could smell your scent everywhere… I love it," Luna giggled, nuzzling her face into the crook of her master's neck.
Lyssandra sat motionless, her breathing becoming shallow and heavy. She felt a flicker of indignation - how could such a thing happen?
But she couldn't truly be angry with Luna, she had to admit that the experience, in all its kinky, chaotic glory, had been intensely pleasurable, even if it had rendered her unconscious.
She turned to Luna, speaking softly, "Next time, if you want to enter again, just ask me first, alright?"
"Yes, Master," Luna replied, a playful glint in her eyes.
"I wish I could live inside you forever," she added in a low mutter.
"What was that?" Lyssandra asked, having missed the quiet words.
"Nothing! I just enjoy sleeping near you. Besides, you should probably eat something, the Bloom Mothers have prepared a feast," Luna said, quickly redirecting the conversation.
After finishing her meal, feeding the Bloom Mothers their specialized liquid, and taking a refreshing shower under the cold flow of the underground stream, Lyssandra summoned the three evolved goblins - now recognized as Shadow Goblins.
They stood before her like disciplined soldiers before their general, solemn and intensely serious.
"Good. All of you have evolved exactly to my liking. Demonstrate your skills," her voice ringing with authority.
"Yes, Great One!" they shouted in unison, voices filled with fierce resolve.
They turned to the side, each dagger balanced between their fingers. Their wrists snapped twice in quick succession, sending the blades straight toward the targets. Both daggers struck the wooden wolves squarely in the head, fifteen meters away.
Then, Three - the one with only a single testicle sank into the shadows, slipping into a small, dark portal. He vanished, only to emerge beneath a second wolf target, striking at its chest with another rapid dagger thrust.
Two employed a different tactic altogether. He opened a portal directly beneath a wooden goblin target, letting it drop halfway through before snapping the rift shut.
—KRAK!—
The closure sheared clean through it. The lower half vanished, while the torso slammed onto the ground with a hollow thud, split edge jagged where the grain had been severed.
He opened another portal inside the ruined midsection and drove both hands into the void. A violent wrench of his arms tore outward.
The wood couldn't resist before giving way in a burst, fibers ripping along the grain as the torso split from chest to spine. Splinters sprayed in all directions, sharp shards snapping loose and scattering like debris from a shattered crate.
Not inferior to his comrades, One - the leading Shadow Goblin demonstrated even greater technical prowess.
He deployed a series of rapid-fire portals, each positioned according to surgical precision. Rather than targeting the enemy directly, he opened a tiny rift in his palm. His other hand dropped a single dagger into it.
As the dagger fell, he instantly opened another portal above the first one, causing the blade to drop through, only to reemerge again from the top portal. He repeated this process in a dizzying cycle, the dagger becoming a blurring streak of silver as it flickered between the two connected spaces.
Finally, he aimed his palm at a distant wolf target and released the kinetic energy—WHOOSH! The dagger launched from his hand like a railgun projectile, slamming into the wooden target and reducing it to splinters on impact.
Shrapnel sprayed outward in all directions, turning the target into a cloud of wood splinters.
But it wasn't finished. The dagger, carrying immense residual momentum, continued its flight, hurtling through the cavern for another hundred meters before finally colliding with a dungeon wall
BOOM!
It disintegrated into fine ash.
One slumped down, breathing heavily, exhaustion draining the color from his pale face.