Crusch was having an issue with Rororo. That issue was owed to and exacerbated by several factors. Rororo was big. This was a quality of great use to the lizardmen. It made him an effective mount and granted him great ability in battle. Rororo had many heads. This was yet another point in his favour. Four mouths full of sharp teeth able to shear through bone with a bite made him a lethal opponent. Both of these things were a direct result of Rororo being a hydra. For the most part, his heritage provided nothing but benefits and utility for the lizardmen. But both contributed to Crusch’s problem. Each of his four heads, unified as they seemed to be, had some semblance of individuality. Typically not enough to cause conflict, but evidently enough to each undergo their own separate rut. One which Rororo, as Zaryusu’s pet and an asset to the Lizardman Alliance, could not be permitted to indulge in. Allowing him to roam the wilderness in search of a mate simply posed too many issues to be feasible. Though funnily enough, his having multiple ruts weren’t the issue. His breeding urges being split between the four heads, while it did make them more frequent, made them individually less intense and rather easier to manage. Lizardmen were assigned to the task of milking the great beast, and the ruts would pass without incident. No, the issue was on the odd occasion when the rut cycles of all four of those heads would synchronize with one another. It did not happen frequently; Zaryusu had mentioned such a thing happening only once, long ago, and only with distinct reluctance and a lack of any detail. Now, it was happening again, and Crusch was beginning to understand Zaryusu’s reticence to discuss it. Rororo was insatiable. He needed to be milked every day, several times, or he would get so ornery and aggressive that even Zaryusu would have trouble calming him down. And once again, there was the simple fact that Rororo was big. When Zaryusu had dealt with the same issue in the past, the hydra had been small enough that he could deal with the issue himself—or Crusch assumed as such, anyway, from the scant information she’d been given. Now that Rororo was over five times the height of any lizardman and even heavier to boot, with the size to match in his more [i]relevant[/i] regions, that was no longer feasible. So the matter fell to the druids to deal with, magic being deemed the only realistic way of dealing with the problem. What luck that Crusch was the most powerful druid the Lizardman Alliance had to offer. And given she was just as much Rororo’s owner as Zaryusu, by dint of marriage, she could take care of the problem. It practically solved itself. She had accepted the responsibility, of course. She’d thought it would be a simple task. The problem had not yet reared its head. Crusch sat cross-legged on the floor of the hut that served as Rororo’s home, away from the prying eyes of the village. It was not a position of relaxation; her focus was razor sharp as she channelled her magical energy towards the task at hand. That task, of course, being Rororo. He was turned around, backside facing Crusch, his tail hiked up high and his four heads shifting through the air as they hissed and panted in pleasure on one end of his body—and on the other, his twin erections jutted out between his legs. Seeing him emerged from his slit like this, Crusch was again reminded of just how [i]huge[/i] Rororo was in a way that even the rest of his body, tall and imposing as it might’ve been, was incapable of doing. Each of his hemipenes was half the size of a lizardman, thick and pink, throbbing with veins pulsing visibly on each. The air around them shimmered with the telltale glimmer of magic. That would be Crusch’s doing; they were in the middle of his most recent milking. The reek of hydra musk was so thick in the air that it felt as if it would condense on the walls and roll down in thick, pungent droplets, though the slew of precum that Rororo was drooling was close enough. It shot out from both of his cocks with every magical stroke, splattering against the bottom of the container that had been set out below to catch his fluids. It was something like a bowl, though that word seemed inadequate. It had been made to contain the release of a hydra, and it had the size to match, big enough that it could be used to bathe a hatchling if one so pleased. Not that one would want to; Rororo’s scent had burned its way into the wood over the course of its heavy usage, beyond the reach of any amount of soap or scrubbing. An issue which was certainly going to be made worse by the time they were finished. Rororo, eminently productive as he’d become in his quadruple-rut, had already filled the bowl a third of the way to the brim. It was clear as water; the only way one could tell the difference was from the thickness of it, the way it rippled and the frothy bubbles clinging to its surface. And, of course, the scent. Apart from Rororo himself, it was the most pungent thing in the room. There were [i]litres[/i] of precum in there, the smell of sex boiling off of it and filling the room like a thick, humid fog. Rororo huffed, grunted, and hissed, thrusting into the grip of the magical hold around his hemipenes. A completely unnecessary motion: the spell would continue to stimulate him at the same rate and intensity regardless of how he moved. All it succeeded in doing was swinging his cocks around before Crusch’s magic steadied them again, flinging strings of precum ahead of him and behind him. The former splattered against his belly, coating his underside with lines of clear slime. The latter shot through the air, directly towards where Crusch Lulu was sitting. If she’d moved the slightest bit, she would’ve been able to avoid it, but she had to keep still and focused to keep the spell going. There was nothing she could do but let it slam into her, painting her face and chest with thick lines of hydra precum. Crusch would’ve blushed if the white scales of her face weren’t already burning pink, though it wasn’t out of embarrassment. No, she’d had to do this enough times that there was no shame in it anymore. It was just a part of having Rororo as a pet to her. But this rut was different. Rororo’s pre had splattered across her snout, right between her nostrils; every breath brought with it the strongest blast of his scent yet, feral yet undeniably masculine, virile in a way that worked some baser part of her mind and made her aware of just how prime a breeder Rororo was. Which would happen to be Crusch’s problem. Crusch shuddered as she breathed it in. Her thighs squeezed together and her fingers trembled. It wasn’t enough to disrupt the spell, but was enough that she let slightly more energy surge into it than she’d meant, giving Rororo’s members a tight squeeze. That was enough to set the hydra off. With an odd crooning sound, Rororo thrust against the magical grip wrapped around his cocks—and given there was nothing physical there to stop him, he pushed right through it, one of his hemipenes slamming against the bowl underneath him. The thing didn’t stand a chance against something so big ramming into it with such force, not even with the liquid weight of Rororo’s precum pinning it to the floor. It was sent skittering, slamming into one of Rororo’s legs before flipping over, sending its contents spilling out all over the ground. The scent of musk hanging heavy in the air suddenly tripled in intensity as a flood of pre was sent oozing out over the floor of the hut. Crusch felt it rushing over her knees and legs, but could do nothing but kneel in it and weather the odour as best she could. After all, Rororo still hadn’t finished. Though he wasn’t far off. One last thrust, and Rororo’s cocks throbbed harder than they had before, visibly swelling a second before letting out their long-awaited payload. Two jets of cum shot out and slammed into the floor, forming twin lakes of seed that sent out a spray of droplets from the sheer force of their collision. Crusch could feel her scales being peppered with droplets of wet warmth, forming pearly white beads on her equally white scales. The scent of the room shifted slightly, the miasma thickening and changing. No longer just the smell of an aroused hydra and the stink of his pre, but the even stronger reek of his [i]seed.[/i] It smelled powerful, brimming with the promise of impregnation, if only there were a female to receive it. Rororo’s cocks pulsed again, more ropes of cum surging out and slamming into the ground. Crusch could feel it pooling around her knees, warm against her scales. More splatter spritzing her face and chest. The scent of it burned so strong in her nostrils, she imagined the only way it could be worse would be for her to press her nose right up against his slit and take a whiff. She broke off her spell. It didn’t seem necessary anymore. No longer needing to maintain it, Crusch was able to use her hands to shield her face against the next spurt, droplets of cum dotting her palms. The rest of Rororo’s orgasm was less powerful, though it continued to drag on on. Without the pressure of Crusch’s magic to squeeze down on them, his hemipenes bounced up and down between his legs, painting the ground under him white. Crusch tried to wipe away all the fluids that had collected on her. Mostly, she succeeded in smearing it, forming a thin layer of slime against them and rubbing the scent of Rororo’s rut even deeper into her scales. There was nowhere to wipe her hands afterwards, either. Absolutely everything was covered in the hydra’s seed. She huffed, pushing herself up to her feet and flicking her hands away from herself, trying to get as much of the stuff off them as possible. While Crusch stood, Rororo laid down, intent on resting after such a powerful orgasm. Which meant that the mess was going to have to sit there until Rororo felt like getting up and letting the ones responsible for doing so clean it up. Crusch sighed. She had to take a bath. Then find Zaryusu. Then, more than likely, wind up taking [i]another[/i] bath once she’d finished with him. That was probably the only good part about the whole rut business, the stress relief that came afterwards. Zaryusu certainly appreciated it. --- In spite of the size of the mess, it didn’t take long for Crusch to get cleaned up. The stuff came off her scales easily with just a bit of water, and that along with a thorough scrub with soap was enough to, if not eliminate the scent of Rororo clinging to her, then at least mask it. The mess in the hut was another issue entirely, but thankfully, there were other lizardmen whose job it was to deal with that. Crusch’s position did come with some benefits. Having cleansed and dried herself, Crusch was making her way towards the centre of the village, looking forward to dealing with some non-Rororo related work for at least a little while. But something was amiss. “...how about one of the children, then?” A conversation was just becoming audible as Crusch approached. The voice, only just coming into earshot as it might’ve been, was nonetheless distinct. For one, it wasn’t a lizardman, narrowing it down to a handful of options. The high, feminine lilt of it cut it down to maybe two or three. None of them were people Crusch would’ve expected to see in the village. The fact that they were here was deeply concerning—the topic of conversation even more so. Crusch’s breath hitched for a moment before she hastened her approach, trying to move as silently and quickly as she could, wanting to hear more without drawing attention to herself. “Forgive me, and I mean no offence, but I’m not sure that’s possible,” replied another voice, male and far more familiar to Crusch than the other: Zaryusu, her husband. “After all, how do we know when— [i]if[/i] something like that will happen?” “Well, [i]if[/i] it does, how about it?” Zaryusu let out a sigh through his nostrils. “Very well, so long as he allows you to. I don’t know how protective he’ll be of his young, and I’d hate to tear them away from him against his will.” Crusch rounded the corner of a hut just as the woman Zaryusu was talking to erupted in a cheer of excitement, and finally laying eyes on her, saw that she wasn’t much of a woman at all. She was a child, a dark elf youth, dressed in flashy white clothes and a dragonscale coat. Aura Bella Fiora, a person of immense power and, more importantly, great importance to Ainz Ooal Gown. Given their status as his subjects, that translated to Aura’s great importance to all lizardmen, a significance that stood in spite of her short stature and lacking age. Not that she wasn’t older than Crusch, in terms of sheer years lived. But elves were slow to mature. “Your generosity is appreciated,” Aura said, planting her hands on her hips in a pose that seemed less grateful and more imperious. “I’ll make sure it is amply rewarded.” “Thank you, Miss Aura,” Zaryusu said, bowing deeply. “Your own generosity and grace is unparalleled. Our village is blessed by your presence.” “Sure,” Aura said, her attention having flitted away from him halfway through his first sentence in favour of digging through her pockets. She withdrew a scroll, unrolling it and thrusting her hand out in front of her, fingers splayed wide. “[Gate]!” The scroll crumbled to dust in her fingers. At the same time, the air shimmered where her hand pointed, then splayed open as a portal materialized, the interior of some structure visible on the other side. “Cocytus will be along in a bit to give you your orders more officially,” Aura said, walking towards the portal as she spoke. “See ya!” Zaryusu remained bowed as she immediately stepped through the portal, not giving him a second to offer a farewell of his own, and the moment she’d finished passing through, the air bowed as the portal closed and reality sewed itself shut once more. Only then did he return to a standing position. That was also the moment that Crusch chose to approach, walking forward from where she’d been standing off to the side of a nearby hut, half hidden behind its walls. Zaryusu heard her footsteps, turned, smiled at her when he saw who it was. Crusch, in spite of her concern, returned the expression. “What was that about?” Crusch asked. “A task,” Zaryusu replied. “They want Zenberu and I to go to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Say they need our best warriors to assist in training the lizardmen there.” “You and Zenberu?” While she didn’t want to come off as interrogative, Crusch couldn’t help but narrow her eyes slightly. “But you were discussing children. Are you saying that...?” “Oh!” Zaryusu said, eyes widening. “Oh, no, that was a different matter. Aura was interested in acquiring one of Rororo’s children as a pet, should he come to have any.” “Ah,” Crusch said, as much a sigh of relief as a verbal response. The concern she’d felt and the assumptions she’d jumped to were perhaps excessive, but they were understandable. After all, her own child, hers and Zaryusu’s, was quite freshly hatched—maternal instincts ran strong. “This task, then. How long will it be?” Zaryusu had slipped into a relieved look of his own after having gotten to clear up Crusch’s misconceptions. With her newest question, it disappeared, replaced with hesitation. “A month. From what she said, it sounds as if we’ll be leaving tomorrow, the day after at the latest.” “Oh. Uh, hm. That’s...” Crusch trailed off. It was hardly desirable. Zaryusu was her husband, and as such, her only source of relief from all the tension that came with having to milk Rororo on a daily basis. To go without that for an entire month? “I know,” Zaryusu said. “It is unfortunate that I will have to be away for such a long period. But I have faith in your ability to raise our child in my absence.” She blinked. Ah, yes, their child. Obviously the more pressing concern in such a situation. Where had her mind been that it hadn’t even occurred to her? “This is a good thing,” Zaryusu went on. “Lord Ainz, Cocytus, everyone is paying more attention to us. We’re useful to them. That’s good for us—good for the village.” Crusch nodded. She didn’t need to have the virtues of pleasing Lord Ainz extoled to her. She was well aware of how important it was to keep them happy. But all, the same, a whole [i]month[/i]. She let out a sigh through her nostrils. Though something occurred to her a moment after. She looked at Zaryusu, tilting her head down and batting her eyelashes. “Though... you’ll be staying in the village for tonight, won’t you?” A smile spread across Zaryusu’s face. “That I will.” It hardly needed to be spoken aloud, the agreement was silent and mutual: they’d need to give Zaryusu an appropriate send-off. Thankfully, they’d have all night to do it. --- It was a grand send-off, indeed. It began the moment the two of them stepped into their hut, having entrusted the care of their child to Shasuryu for the occasion, and ran on long into the night to the point it was a wonder either of them got any sleep at all. Neither cared; making the most of their celebration was more important than rest. But it was only a single night. Zaryusu had left the very next day, after a brief farewell. Time passed, Crusch’s duties continued being carried out, and before long, a week had passed. A week. A mere quarter of the time that Zaryusu was going to be away for. And satisfied as Crusch had been on the night he’d left, now the memories of that lovely evening only served to contrast against her present needy state. Every day. Rororo needed milking every day. It didn’t even take up the majority of her time, just one task that was vastly overshadowed by the amount of time she spent dealing with the village, caring for her child, whatever business the day threw her way—in terms of sheer time invested, it was minor. But it was every day. Every day, having to go into Rororo’s hut and stand there in the choking cloud of his musk, pleasing him with her magic, watching him shoot thick, impossibly large spurts of cum, while she tried her best to keep it contained and not allow it to splatter all over the floor. Or herself, for that matter. All without having Zaryusu there to give her any sort of release at the end of the day. Masturbation did little to quell the urges. She was driven to such lust and frustration as she was by the scent of a male, and so her body refused satisfaction by anything less than a male, her fingers proving only sufficient to frustrate her further. So every day was marked by milking Rororo, and the sexual frustration that grew in intensity with the occasion. How long would Rororo’s rut last? It was impossible to say. Possibly as long as a typical rut—or possibly four times as long, thanks to his heads all being in sync with one another. She’d only find out after another week had passed, see if he’d finally calmed down or not. Crusch doubted if she’d be able to last that long. She felt like she was at her breaking point after just the one. Though it had to be said, she hadn’t exactly helped matters for herself. Perhaps Crusch wouldn’t be as frustrated as she was then if it weren’t for what she’d done three days ago. It was a whim. A flight of fancy. A base impulse, without any thought behind it. Of course, it had started in Rororo’s hut, during one of his milkings. Or rather, afterwards; Rororo had just finished, and she had managed to aim him well enough to contain all his seed, avoiding making a mess of the hut like she had before. The same lizardmen who cleaned the hut if Rororo made a mess of the floor dealt with cleanup if he actually got everything in the bowl. Crusch didn’t have to worry about it at all. Her duty was done, and she could’ve just left right then and there. She could’ve. But the bowl was right there, brimming with thick hydra seed, a few drops slowly rolling down the side where one of Rororo’s spurts had gone slightly askew and hit the edge instead of the inside. The amount of cum there made the whole hut stink of the stuff, as it always did, but Crusch was curious about more than the smell that she’d already become intimately familiar with. For some unthinkable reason, she wondered how it [i]tasted.[/i] Before the sudden impulse could pass through the filter of rational thought, Crusch found herself acting on it. Sticking her finger right into the centre of the bowl, coating it in a thick layer of hydra seed, before drawing it back up and sticking it in her mouth. Once she’d gotten to that point, Crusch realised what she was doing. Unfortunately, it was just at the point of being too late: Rororo’s musk, which she’d before only known by scent, was now assaulting her taste buds as warm, salty cum smeared across her tongue. The feral, masculine flavour of it was enough to make her gasp, if the shock at what she’d done wasn’t enough to do so already. Of course, she’d spat it out immediately, but it hardly mattered at that point. That was enough to familiarize her with the taste. Now, half a week later, it had consumed her thoughts, both while she was milking Rororo and otherwise—though during the milking was certainly when it was most troubling. That was when the object of her fixation was most readily available, after all. Crusch found it took active force of will to keep from going in for another taste. Though those desires were just as burning even when she wasn’t in the hut with him, simply less available. An apt example of that being right then. Crusch sat on the edge of her bed, her room dark aside from what little light the moon and stars provided through the gap of the window. Her child was asleep, and appropriately so, given it was the middle of the night. Likely she was the only one in the village still awake. A week. A whole week of having to deal with Rororo’s insatiable rut, without any relief. Half of that time vividly imagining the taste of him, all of it while being drowned in his scent on a daily basis. It was impossible. Crusch knew that she ought to just go to bed, that a night’s sleep would clear her mind of things and she could think more clearly come the morning. Or knew that such would be true under normal circumstances. In her current situation, however, it would mean waking up to having to deal with Rororo again, the whole cycle starting over again. There was no escaping the issue. Though perhaps there was a way to deal with it. A course of action was stewing in her mind. Crusch had thought of it before, the idea occurring to her from the very start of what had been the most trying week she could remember, but she’d quashed it down and repressed it. It was unthinkable, deviant, perverse. Better to just endure things than even consider it. But that was before she’d realised just how much she would need to endure. Now, the thought occurred to her more and more. Crusch still suppressed it, but every time it returned, it seemed more palatable than before. That night, after everything she’d gone through over the course of the week, and perhaps because of how the night weighed on her tired mind, she couldn’t restrain herself when the idea again reared its head. Moving silently so as not to wake her sleeping child, Crusch slipped out of her home and out into the night, grabbing her cloak before making her way towards Rororo’s hut. --- It didn’t take long, even navigating by the dim light of the moon. Crusch had beaten the path to his hut every morning for almost half a month, often while groggy and half-awake, and that on top of all the times she’d had to during afternoons, and the occasional evening. The route was practically burned into her brain. So it was only a scant few minutes of walking before she found herself stood in front of the hut. Just inside would be Rororo. That knowledge in mind, Crusch found herself hesitating at the entrance. Some faint part of her recoiling at the thought of what she had in mind, an echo of a stronger sensation from earlier in the week, before she’d had to spend so long frustrated, burdened by forbidden desires. But it was easy enough to overcome, mostly by not thinking about it. Crusch seemed to be doing more and more of everything automatically, just as she did when her feet started moving forward and took her inside of the hut. As expected, Rororo was curled up on the floor of the hut, sleeping. Most of him was sleeping, anyway. His cocks jutted halfway out of his slit, twitching softly, either sliding out or retracting in the wake of some nocturnal erection. The air of the room was heavy with their smell. It even managed to assert itself above the residual stink of his cum that had burned itself into the hut, overpowering it with a presence and immediacy that changed the context of the scent from ‘these are the stomping grounds of a virile male’ to ‘this is a virile male ready to breed, right here and now.’ Usually, that smell would’ve bothered Crusch. Not because of it being unpleasant or intense, but because of the promise it held which she would have no choice but to ignore and allow to go unfulfilled. But tonight was different. Tonight, she took a deep drag of it, feeling it fill her nose and burn in her sinuses. She shuddered as she released the breath with a light, warbling moan. One of Rororo’s heads rose and canted towards the direction of the sound, the others quickly joining it as the hydra’s eyes flicked open one by one and registered her presence. He seemed curious—and of course, because he was awake, his hemipenes immediately began twitching and bloating, eager to stand at attention as Crusch had been greeted by on so many mornings. Unlike those times, she felt no grogginess or annoyance at being faced with Rororo’s needs, but rather a growing need of her own. Crusch walked forward and set herself down on her knees, just beside the hydra’s tail and, more importantly, in front of where his twin dicks jutted out from between his legs. She reached out and grabbed a hold of one with both hands. It felt firm, hot under her fingers; always relying on the aid of her magic, she’d never needed to actually [i]touch[/i] Rororo like this before. His size was so much more prominent this way. Even with both hands wrapped around his shaft, her fingers didn’t meet. Rororo let out a rumble of pleasure and spread his legs wider, offering her even easier access to what laid between them. His heads dropped back down towards the floor. Apparently, he was sleepy enough from the unexpected wake-up that he was willing to let her do all the work. Rororo had given her all the leeway she needed to keep pushing things forward, but now that she had the opportunity, Crusch was unsure if she wanted to. It was wrong, wasn’t it? It was obvious this wasn’t the everyday milking she was obligated to carry out. She wouldn’t have snuck out in the middle of the night to do it if it were. What would Zaryusu think of such behaviour? The hydra’s cock throbbed in her hands, its twin jumping up to brush against her arm as it did so. Precum surged from the tip, rolling down the underside of his shaft until it came to run down over her fingers, bringing with it a fresh wave of his scent. But how could it be wrong to carry out her duty? If Zaryusu knew about it, he would think no less of her, surely. More still, Zaryusu didn’t have to know. Nobody did except her and the beast in the hut with her, and he wouldn’t be able to tell a soul. Crusch lifted Rororo’s cock with both hands, leaning forward so that her flat chest pressed against its heavy, heated bulk. Holding it against herself like that, it was big enough to brush against the underside of her chin. She could feel it leave a smear of slime there, warm and thick, with more being spread across her chest as she held it against herself. She shifted her grip around it from her hands to her arms, wrapping them around Rororo’s cock in a tight hug. Holding it like that, she bounced up and down on her knees, using her whole body to stimulate the hydra. He let out a grunt of approval, dick swelling outwards in her grip as it throbbed and another spurt of pre oozed from its tip, dripping down Crusch’s neck and chest to further lubricate things. It wouldn’t be enough, though. However much it looked to be stimulating Rororo, it wouldn’t be sufficient to bring him to any sort of release. He was too big, and trying to pleasure him by hand too exhausting. But... Crusch opened her jaw and let her tongue hang free, delivering a long, dragging lick from one edge of Rororo’s cockhead to the other, sliding over its rounded tip and the slight divot of his urethra. She came away with her tongue coated in a thick layer of the hydra’s precum, quickly scooping it up into her mouth and gulping it down. Just as she swallowed, the taste of it hit her in full force. As burning and powerful as it had been last time—no, more so. Last time, she’d only had a small, tentative, almost fearful taste. But now, the whole of her mouth was covered with the thick slime of Rororo’s preseed, every taste bud ringing with its bestial yet undeniably masculine flavour. Once she felt the warm heat of it slide the full way down her throat and drop down into her belly, she let out a quiet moan against Rororo’s cock, still pressed against the front of her muzzle. Yes, doing it by hand was woefully ineffective compared to using magic, but she couldn’t help herself. This was what had driven her out all this way at such an awful hour of the night. How could she settle for just using magic to deal with it, without ever getting a chance to get her hands dirty? Perhaps she didn’t need to use magic to deal with it, anyway—goodness knew Crusch wouldn’t be able to muster the focus for it. Perhaps all that was needed was a bit of creativity on her part. Maybe if she got up on his tail and got her legs involved, then... Crusch’s thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from behind. Footsteps. Whipping her head around to face the sound, at first all Crusch saw was darkness, even deeper than that of the rest of the night, as if a hole had been torn in reality itself—but then a figure stepped through, the hole closing up behind it as it emerged. It was a dark elf. Short, wearing a dragonscale coat covered by white vest with gold trim, thick leather gauntlets covering her hands. A fine looking leather satchel hung from her shoulder. Such sharp dress left her a very difficult person to misidentify. “M-Miss Aura,” Crusch gasped, limbs stiffening as she felt the need to hurl herself away from Rororo, to hide herself. Yet confronted by such a powerful being, without a single place to run to, she could do nothing but stay frozen in place. For her part, Aura seemed quite surprised by Crusch’s presence herself, even if she wasn’t mortified in the same way that the lizard was. They stared at one another for a moment, eyes locked and equally wide, before Aura’s relaxed slightly as her face split in a grin. Not malicious, but pleasant, the same look of recognition one would give when passing a friend on the street. “Oh, I know you!You’re Zaryusu’s wife, ehhh,” Aura said, snapping her fingers a few times as she searched her memory. “Crusch! What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” “I, uh,” Crusch stammered, glancing from Aura back to herself, still in the same position as before, arms wrapped around Rororo’s still throbbing, still leaking member. “F-forgive me, Miss Aura, but what are [i]you[/i] doing here?” “Well, I came here to visit Rororo,” Aura said, patting her satchel and drawing the sounds of glass bottles clanking. “Since there aren’t any females around for him to mate, I figured I’d take what I need from him and see about making a hydra of my own! But I did ask you first.” Crusch stumbled over herself further, hardly managing to string two syllables together before starting over again. Thankfully, Aura interrupted her before she could embarrass herself for too long, cutting off her stuttering with a laugh. “Oh, don’t trouble yourself,” Aura said, waving Crusch away with a hand. “It’s pretty obvious—and convenient, too! I mean, why should I settle for having a hydra pet when I could have a hydra-lizardman hybrid? Think of how rare that would be: probably the only one in existence, the very first, even!” Crusch stared at Aura with her jaw hanging slack as the meaning of the dark elf’s words began to set in. A hydra-lizardman... hybrid? It seemed rather obvious who Aura had in mind for the mother. “B-but that’s impossi—” Crusch’s voice, low with dawning horror, was easily overpowered by the sound of clanking glass as Aura reaching into her satchel, digging around and filling the air with the sound of bottles banging against one another inside. She pulled one out. It was a round-bottomed flask sloshing with glittering red fluid, a label plastered onto its face and inscribed with a rather cartoonish looking red heart. “These are fertility potions,” Aura said, holding the potion between her fingers just below the cork, swirling it around. “I was going to feed them to Rororo, buuut, I think it’ll be a whole lot more effective if I feed them to you instead!” Crusch’s jaw gaped, and for a moment, all she could do was stare silently. When she responded, much to her surprise, she was shouting. “No, I refuse! Just because you’re one of Lord Ainz’s closest followers doesn’t mean you can do something like, like [i]this![/i]” Crusch’s voice burned with passionate rebuke. Aura was unmoved, regarding the lizardman coolly as she replied. “You’re right. The reason I can do this isn’t because of Lord Ainz. It’s because I’m stronger than you.” With that remark, Aura strode forward, still holding the potion in one hand. With the other, she reached out and grabbed Crusch by the hem of her cloak, yanking her forward. The dark elf held infinitely more power than was hinted at by her small physique. Crusch’s whole body was pulled off of Rororo’s cock, sliding off of it easily thanks to the layer of precum smeared across its surface. She dropped Crusch to the floor, climbing onto her chest once she did so. Rororo stirred, heads rising up to look at Aura, making an uncomfortable sounding noise—wanting to help his master in spite of his own needs, but at the same time recognizing the immense power Aura held, leaving him unwilling to act. Aura looked at him, and, while keeping Crusch pinned to the floor, pursed her lips and blew in the hydra’s direction. A simple, seemingly effortless act, but one that had immediate effect: the air sparkled as her breath pushed through it, and as it blew in Rororo’s direction, the concern immediately melted away from his body as all four of his heads relaxed. Though it had no effect on Crusch, who was putting up a mighty effort in squirming underneath Aura’s body, as utterly ineffectual as her efforts to free herself might’ve been. “Get off of me! And what did you do to Rororo?!” “Nothing you need worry your little head about,” Aura said, yanking the cork out of the potion and tossing it over her shoulder. “Now, quit fussing. This’ll be a fun experiment!” Crusch, of course, was in firm disagreement, but didn’t get a chance to voice her opinion on the matter. Aura grabbed her muzzle with one hand, pinching her nostrils shut, and used the other to force the opening of the bottle into her mouth. Its contents immediately started pouring out over her tongue and pooling at the back of her mouth. While Crusch couldn’t taste much with her nostrils plugged, the basic flavours shone through: cloying, overpowering sweetness, fizzing slightly with effervescence that left her mouth tingling as it popped and bubbled. With the knowledge of exactly what it was she was being forced to drink, Crusch dearly, dearly didn’t want to swallow. However, she wasn’t given much choice. The hand pinching her nose shut and the increasing amount of fluid flooding into her muzzle meant that her options were either swallow what she was being given or wind up inhaling it. Faced with the options of compliance or death, Crusch chose to comply. She swallowed the mouthful of potion swirling around the inside of her mouth and could feel it tingle as it slid down her throat, vaguely similar to the burn of particularly strong wine, until it hit her stomach and bloomed into a full, warm heat. That warmth increased with every additional gulp of potion that she was forced to swallow until the bottle finally ran empty, the last few drops rolling down across Crusch’s tongue. Once it was drained, Aura chucked the glass bottle over her shoulder, where it bounced off of the wall of the hut and rolled over to some far corner of the room to be forgotten. Crusch let out a huge, sucking gasp followed by a string of coughs as she tried to clear her throat and get some measure of air back into her lungs. Aura allowed her the privilege, at the same time reaching into her bag for yet another potion. “I hope you won’t make it as hard on yourself for all of them,” Aura said, “because I got a whole lot left for you to get through.” The dark elf had the cork removed and the bottle pressed against Crusch’s lips before she could get a word in edgewise. The fluid started pouring out over her tongue, and with it came the accompanying feeling of tingling and warmth. That was expected, but a surprise came in the location: not only in her mouth, throat, and belly, all the places that the potion actually touched, but also in spots that hadn’t been touched by a single drop of the stuff. Namely, the lower part of her abdomen, in a particular spot which she likely wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint with such specificity if she hadn’t already borne a child of her own—her womb. Actually [i]feeling[/i] that part of her body was something she hadn’t experienced since the days she was still carrying Zaryusu’s egg, but those memories left her familiar enough with it to identify it decisively, without question. Some shock must’ve shown in her face, because the moment Crusch made the realisation, Aura’s fingers once again clamped down over her nostrils, again forcing her to swallow the potion if she had any hope of being able to breathe. The sensation had started faint, just strong enough for her to detect its presence, but grew more powerful with every second, at a speed that increased with every drop of fluid that poured down her throat. With less resistance on Crusch’s part, purely a result of her realising the futility of any such endeavour, she reached the end of the bottle that much faster. Once she’d drained it, Aura chucked it away, and she was again allowed to fill her lungs with a desperate gasp for air. “Maybe just one more,” Aura murmured, reaching her hand into her satchel once again. “Wouldn’t do to give you all of them, might make you sick. You aren’t exactly Rororo-sized.” That much was obvious. The fact raised other questions, too, but Crusch was preempted before she could ask them by the next potion being jammed into her mouth, the same as the two before it. Though with a lack of resistance on Crusch’s part, it went easier, Aura apparently not even feeling the need to plug her nose. The tingling was spreading faster now, and moving beyond that spot so deep within her. It was spreading outwards, towards what laid between her thighs—and once it reached it, Crusch shuddered. A thunderstorm of sensation was suddenly sent shooting up her spine, her slit suddenly buzzing, aflame with need and desire far more powerful than even that which had driven her out to Rororo’s hut to begin with. It was fortunate that it had occurred right as the last drops of the potion slid down her throat, because Crusch could do nothing to suppress the gasp that suddenly ripped its way past her lips in response. It faded quickly, but didn’t disappear. Rather, it merely dulled to a feeling of persistent heat between her legs, a clenching emptiness inside her that hadn’t been there before, and a sudden dripping moisture between her thighs. More so than before, that was, enough to form a small puddle on the floor just beneath her. “Third time’s the charm,” Aura said, twisting around and reaching back to shove her hand between Crusch’s legs, dragging two fingers up along the length of her slit. Crusch let out a squeal in response, while the dark elf brought her fingers, now coated in a thin layer of the lizard’s secretions, dragging her tongue across them in a thoroughly lewd gesture that was nonetheless delivered with the utmost casualness. “I could smell how fertile you were, but I had to taste it to be sure,” Aura said, wiping her fingers off on Crusch’s cloak. “He’ll get you pregnant for sure. Let’s get started right away!” “W-wait!” Crusch cried, though it did nothing to slow Aura’s sudden surge of motion, standing up from Crusch’s body purely so she could pick her up in a bridal style carry. An impressive sight, a dark elf not even four feet tall carrying a full-grown lizardman like that. “You can’t be serious, he’s way too big! He’ll rip me apart!” “What, you think I didn’t think of that?” Aura asked, giving Crusch a look right on the verge of offence. Likely, the only reason it didn’t cross over was because it was hard for her to be truly offended by someone so much weaker than her. It would be like getting angry at a small, yappy dog. Then, two things happened that Crusch did not expect, in rapid succession. The first was that Aura leaned forward and snagged her mouth in a kiss, her lips sealing against the front of the lizard’s muzzle. Crusch’s eyes widened and she let out a high noise of surprise, muffled as it reverberated through Aura’s mouth. As depraved as her behaviour had been, the dark elf had never come off as interested in Crusch herself, only as someone who could be made to mate with Rororo! And that assumption proved correct, because the next surprise revealed exactly why she’d done the first. Aura exhaled, and Crusch could [i]feel[/i] the dark elf’s breath working its way inside her, filling her lungs and even what seemed like beyond with a cool, buzzing presence. She could feel it settling into her muscles as Aura pulled her lips away. “And now you’re stretchy,” Aura said. “...stretchy?...” For as matter-of-fact as she’d stated it, Crusch found what Aura had just said and done to be utterly incomprehensible. Aura didn’t seem inclined to respond to Crusch’s questioning tone by explaining what she’d done, though. Rather, she seemed more inclined to demonstrate. She walked back over to Rororo, Crusch still held in her arms. Then, she shifted her grip so that she was holding the lizard right under the armpits before lifting her up high in the air. Aura handled Crusch like a child’s toy, hopping up onto Rororo’s tail and moving the lizard into position over his crotch before starting to lower her back down. The hydra’s cocks were pointing straight up, so that as she was brought down, Crusch was lowered straight onto them. Crusch could feel Rororo’s hemipenes make contact with her scales. One slid up and along her back, moving into position behind her alongside her tail. The other took a different route, going [i]below[/i] her tail, sliding along its underside and leaving a thick trail of moisture along her scales as Aura moved her body around, adjusting her aim. For a brief, payalzing moment, she felt the tip of it wedge into the hole at the base of her tail—before sliding past, coming to rest between her thighs. Not to say that wasn’t any less terrifying, just in its own distinct ways. When Crusch looked down, she was given a perfect view of the tip of Rororo’s cock kissing the lips of her slit. The hydra let out a pleased sounding churr, apparently realising that he was finally going to get to penetrate something, and his cock throbbed as it painted Crusch’s scales with a spurt of precum. The sight again reminded Crusch of just how utterly enormous Rororo was, the juxtaposition of his dick against her own body bringing it to the forefront of her attention. She could see that Aura had to stand on her toes just to hold her high enough to be perched on the hydra’s dick—and standing on her toes on top of Rororo’s tail besides, in a display of unparalleled strength and balance. “It’ll never fit,” Crusch whispered, so gripped with terror that the dark elf was going to make her try anyways that the words could barely escape her lips. “Ye of little faith,” Aura said, clicking her tongue. That was all she said before her hands slid from under Crusch’s armpits down her sides, finding their place on either one of the lizard’s hips. Then, having found a better handhold, Aura dropped down into a sitting position astride Rororo’s tail—while simultaneously [i]pressing[/i] down on Crusch’s hips, forcing her down onto that ridiculously oversized cock. Crusch’s breath, having up to that moment been coming in the short, shallow pants of a panicked animal, hitched in her throat as she felt the pointed head of Rororo’s cock pierce her slit and begin to slide inside. Her only frame of reference for size in such intimate matters was Zaryusu, and just the tip of Rororo’s cock was just as big as him—and it only took the first inch for the taper to leave it even larger, getting bigger still as Aura’s hands continued to sink Crusch down onto it. She imagined that she was going to die, split open and skewered on Rororo’s cock. It was impossible for her to even imagine the possibility of taking such a thing. Yet the horror at her seemingly certain demise was giving way to an even stronger sense of surprise as she saw that, yes, she [i]was[/i] taking it. Looking down, she could see her cunt stretching to what seemed like an utterly impossible degree, eagerly accepting the entrance of the hydra’s member. Not to say that being able to take it meant that she couldn’t feel it. In fact, Crusch imagined that being ripped apart outright would be a less intense sensation than that which she was experiencing. She was acutely aware of every millimetre that her insides were stretching to accommodate Rororo’s entry. They burned at the forefront of her mind, making it impossible to ignore her body’s form distorting around the hydra’s cock. Already, the shape of it was starting to show through the scales of her belly, and she hadn’t even taken a third of it. Had barely gotten started, really. Yet already it was there, a bulge showing through her formerly smooth middle as a cock bigger than her leg pressed through from the other side. And as he got deeper, he was only getting thicker. If Crusch’s body hadn’t been made to handle eggs, she doubted if she’d be able to handle something with such girth—or perhaps Aura’s magic meant it wouldn’t matter anyway, and her very bones would’ve shifted to allow her to take it, egg-laying hips or no. Such speculation didn’t matter, and in fact, wasn’t occurring in Crusch’s mind to begin with. In the moment of that first shove, when she was being packed full beyond anything she’d felt before or even thought possible, there wasn’t much of logic or coherency to be found in her thoughts at all. Instead, there was just the primal sense of shock and panic as her brain was assaulted by the impossible sensations coming from between her legs and deep in her belly. Crusch expressed those feelings by locking up, muscles clamping down around Rororo’s cock as she went stiff as an iron rod. At the same time, she let out a high, shrill cry, an animal noise of pain and terror that was enough to make even Aura wince from its intensity. “Jeez,” Aura said, flicking one pointed ear. “Good thing I put up a Zone of Silence around here before coming in. You’d wake up the whole village otherwise.” Two of Rororo’s heads had reeled and writhed in discomfort at the harsh sound of Crusch’s shrieking. The other half seemed too preoccupied by the pleasure of Crusch’s body wrapped around his cock to care. It was different, immeasurably distinct, to be penetrating an actual female instead of the sleeve of magic that he’d grown so accustomed to. It didn’t even matter that it was only one of his hemipenes, the other throbbing forgotten and neglected from its position behind Crusch, drooling over itself. Being treated to such a unique pleasure had filled him with docility, even more so than Aura’s magical breath had done earlier. That wasn’t strange; it was the same reaction that had been beaten into him by so many milkings previous. He got ornery, they pleasured him, he calmed down. The only difference was then it was with magic, and here it was with a warm, fertile female. So of course he stayed calm even amidst Crusch’s screaming and the strange elf doing the even stranger actions. A superior milking demanded superior calmness. He hardly stirred but for the occasional leg spasm as Crusch squeezed ever lower down his cock and the endless writhing of his heads, but both went ignored by the two females in the room. There was a certain kind of inertia to things. Rororo muddled along in his placid state, Aura continued pressing down ceaselessly on Crusch’s hips, forcing her down further onto the hydra’s cock—and in spite of the clenching of her muscles in an attempt to slow things down, Crusch could do nothing to slow it down. There was no way for things to proceed but forward. And forward they went, at a steady pace, though its speed was relative. To Aura, it was rather slow, but there was no helping it. Even though the magic she’d used allowed Crusch to stretch to degrees unheard of, it didn’t make it occur any faster than usual. She’d still need to be broken in. Such was the fickle nature of magic. To Crusch, however, it was unbearably fast. She’d gotten about halfway down Rororo’s shaft. She knew that because she’d looked down, finding it difficult to focus her vision through the veil of tears blurring her vision, and had seen it. The enormous bulge of her stomach, having gone to rise up to chest level, with still a ways to go. At some point he’d pierced through into her womb, but it was difficult to tell when. All her nerves were lit up and crying at once; none of the sensations her body was supplying made sense. That untethering of sensation from reality made time a more slippery, motile thing, harder to keep a solid grasp on. Even as it seemed to drag itself along at a snail’s pace, she’d look down and find that it had actually squirmed past her unnoticed, evidence of such being another quarter of Rororo’s cock having sheathed itself in her cunt seemingly in the blink of an eye. Ultimately, not only did Crusch’s perception of time not matter, but the actual minutes didn’t either. It could’ve taken seconds or hours, and the result would’ve remained the same: her body continued to sink lower as it was pried apart and packed beyond capacity with hydra cock. At that point, in spite of the continual stream of squeaks and squeals that were drawn up and out of her, Crusch had slipped into a sort of delirium. It was impossible to maintain any sort of coherent thought while her whole body was wrapped around Rororo’s cock like a sheath around a sword—or to her senses, like a claymore crammed into the sheath of a dagger—so her mind had simply abandoned the effort, mustering only the most automatic responses to physical stimuli. Though Aura was still well aware of the situation, and quite pleased with the way things had gone. “See, Crusch?” she said, slapping a hand down on the jutting protrusion that the lizard’s belly had become. “I knew it’d fit. Shows you for doubting me!” “I-I can’t...” Crusch’s words trailed off as she gasped for breath, lungs feeling squashed by the size of the cock that had been crammed inside her. The bulge of the hydra’s shaft inside her was so large that if she leaned forward, her snout would bump against it. She was going to say that she couldn’t take it—and yet, here she was, doing just that. It was a nightmare. “Alright, enough warming up,” Aura said. “Up you go!” With those words, the elf’s hands shifted from Crusch’s hips up to her sides, gripping them tight and using them as leverage to yank the lizard up and off of Rororo’s dick. It was impossible for Crusch to predict that Rororo pulling out would feel just as overwhelming as his entrance had been. Not in the least because of her present inability to think that far ahead, but also because, if she had been considering it, she would’ve thought that even a brief respite from that burning stretch and all=consuming sense of fullness would be a mercy. But it wasn’t. As the hydra’s cock slid back out of her, tugging at her insides with every inch it moved, she was left gripped by a feeling of emptiness that was just as prominent a sensation as his presence inside her had been the moment before, and no less pleasant. As if, in spite of how uncomfortable and unnatural it had been, her body had become accustomed, expectant of his girth inside her, plugging her up and stretching her wide. Not that she was to be deprived of it for too long. Aura had only dragged her halfway up off of Rororo’s cock before her hands switched direction, suddenly [i]slamming[/i] Crusch back down. Her cunt made a lewd, wet slap as it came down against Rororo’s slit, and the emptiness inside her was banished at once as she was once again filled with every inch of cock that Rororo had to offer—from the one shaft, anyway. Its twin throbbed in sympathetic pleasure just behind her. Rororo suddenly slapped his tail against the floor, letting out a growl of pleasure from all four heads simultaneously as he did so, and Aura was brought along for the ride. Thankfully, the dark elf had plenty of experience with staying mounted on ornery beasts, even if it was usually on their backs and not their tails. The principle was the same: she tightened her thighs and clung tight, using her legs as well as her grip on Crusch to keep from getting bucked across the hut. Aura whistled once Rororo had gone still, once again complacent and accepting of everything that was happening. “He sure seemed to like that! Better give him more of it. Let’s go faster!” The only thing that had been holding Aura back from using Crusch like a fucksleeve right from the very beginning was having to beat the lizard’s insides into being suitably receptive to Rororo’s dick. Now that she’d accomplished that, they could finally proceed [i]at speed.[/i] Crusch was yanked up on the hydra’s cock only to be slammed back down immediately after, handled more like an object than a living being in her own right. Her tail swung up and down behind her as she was used, slapping against Rororo’s belly, but the beast didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He was more concerned with the heavenly, gripping warmth wrapped around his cock. All it did was provide another element to the din that filled the air of the hut, alongside the huffs and grunts from Rororo and the continual stream of high-pitched noises spilling out from Crusch’s muzzle. Though Rororo was also showing his enjoyment in other, less vocal ways. Both his cocks were drooling twin streams of precum, one oozing across his own belly so that it spilled over his sides and onto the floor, and the other right into the insides of the one wrapped around it. It gushed out from Crusch’s wide-stretched cunt whenever she was forced down his shaft, his own size displacing whatever he’d pumped inside of her. Some of it, anyway. The flood of the stuff that oozed out of her whenever the lips of her slit met the base of his cock would’ve been enough to be the orgasm of any male of Crusch’s own species, but to a hydra, it was only a fraction of what he produced. The rest of it was trapped deeper inside of her, and her belly was gradually beginning to bloat with the stuff—something which would’ve been more impressive were the massive bulge that Rororo’s cock made in her abdomen not there to overshadow it. Still, it was noticeable, and it raised the question: what was it going to be like when Rororo actually [i]came?[/i] With the pace that Aura was maintaining, they wouldn’t have to wait long to discover the answer to that question. “Are you ready?” Aura said, voice brimming with enthusiasm. “He’s so pent up, he should bust any second now. It’s gonna be huge!” Crusch did not share Aura’s eagerness. She responded to the dark elf’s hype with a quavering moan—not of pleasure, but merely from a lack of energy to make her discomfort known with any more powerful vocalization. Rororo’s dick was throbbing inside Crusch with ever increasing urgency, every pulse palpably straining against her inner walls. The noises the hydra was making had taken on a breathy, frantic note. Aura certainly seemed to be right, his release was going to come any second. Blearily and with the few scraps of conscious thought that still belonged to her, Crusch was glad that at least it would be over soon. If she’d thought about it a bit more, she would’ve realised that everything up to that point had been the easy part. The inside of the hut suddenly rang with the sound of a loud roar as Rororo bellowed his pleasure for all to hear, at such a volume that it would’ve woken every man, woman, and child in the village if it wasn’t magically dampened into silence the moment it passed the four walls surrounding them. But it was plenty loud for the other two inside, Aura wincing slightly at the sound. Crusch, however, did not wince. Rather, she found her eyes widening and her jaw clenching so tight that her teeth hurt. Not from the roar, as loud as it might’ve been, but from the feeling of Rororo’s cock lurching inside of her belly. It was the most violent throb yet, and even without any actual fluid thrown into the mix—aside from the continual drool of precum, of course—it dawned on Crusch just what she was about to endure. But it was too late for her to brace herself. The next throb of Rororo’s cock came with greater strength, and brought something else besides: the first rope of the hydra’s cum, shooting inside her with such force that it felt like being punched in the gut from the inside. A soundless scream formed on Crusch’s muzzle, nothing more than a rush of air past her lips as her chest suddenly grew tight and the breath was forced from her lungs. Rororo’s cum was as hot and thick as she’d experienced it to be so many times before, but now she was gaining a new perspective on its volume and the sheer force with which it was expelled. It was a load meant to inseminate a female hydra. When it was being pumped into someone as small as Crusch, each blast was powerful enough to visibly bulge her belly as it slammed against the inside of her womb, before pooling inside of her and adding to the liquid weight distending her belly. Rororo’s other hemipene, neglected as it had been, took a moment longer to join in on his release. When it did, though, it did not disappoint: cum shot up out of it, splattering across Crusch’s back or raining down on both her and Aura, depending on its angle on any given throb. “Oh, so productive!” Aura said. “Gosh, what a [i]mess.[/i]” Though from her tone, it didn’t seem to distress or bother her in the least. Aura was well acquainted with all aspects of caring for beasts, and that included all the messes they made. She was more concerned with keeping Crusch hilted on Rororo’s cock, making sure as much of his release was pumped inside of her as possible. The magic affecting Crusch’s body made that amply possible, in spite of the absurd amount of seed that Rororo was able to produce. Whenever another gush of it was shot inside her and she was sure that she had absolutely no room left, her womb would stretch and strain to contain it, always full to capacity yet always capable of taking more. Even before he’d started to cum, Crusch was already so packed full of his pre that she’d looked pregnant. After a few bursts of seed, that had progressed to her looking like she was about to lay. It only got worse from there: every throb of his dick inside her brought with it more thick cum that she had no choice but to accept, her belly spilling out in front of her, taut and sloshing with fluid, until it began to rival the size of the rest of her body. All the while, Rororo’s other cock continued to spray thick gouts of cum, splattering her with nearly as much of the stuff on the outside as she was packed full of on the inside. Rororo was loving every second of it, of course, his toes flexing, forelegs pawing at nothing, and soft croons escaping his four mouths as his release washed over him. He felt no concern for the rapidly swelling form of his owner wrapped around his cock, only joy that it was a female impaled on it, taking his seed into her fertile womb. The severity of his rut permitted no more and no less. Though that release did eventually come to an end, as would have been to Crusch’s relief if she were in any state to appreciate it. As it was, she was already too far gone, possessing only a dim awareness that cum had ceased being pumped into her bloated womb while the rest of her mind remained consumed by what she had already been filled with, her belly stretched to an absurd degree with the amount of seed sloshing inside it. “Impressive,” Aura said, using a hand to wipe away some of the cum that had wound up splattering her cheek—Crusch was in no position to notice the fact, but the dark elf had escaped the cum shower almost entirely unscathed—before laying the same hand on the taut surface of Crusch’s stomach, rubbing it as she spoke. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure you’d be able to handle it, even with the magic. Good thing you did, though. Cocytus would never let me hear the end of it if you hadn’t.” Crusch, of course, showed no acknowledgement that she’d heard even a single word Aura had said. What Cocytus might think of what had happened was the farthest thing from her mind. But Aura went on regardless. “I don’t know if one mating will be enough to make sure you’re pregnant, though, what with the species gap. How about I feed both of you a couple more of those potions and we give it another go, just to make sure?” There was no need for a response; the question was completely rhetorical, Aura’s mind already made up. Yet Crusch, picking up on the last bit of the dark elf’s sentence if nothing else she’d just said, couldn’t help but let out a groan. It would have to suffice in lieu of a scream.