Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

87. Inherited Harem

Inherited Harem

ThatLewdWriter

Summary:

Layla's an explorer by trade, and she loves spelunking in ancient ruins. However, in all her years, she's never found herself in an ancient Arabian palace, activated a throne that immediately proclaims her the ruler of said palace, and all the treasures within. As weird as it is, she can't complain when there's an entire harem of girls she needs to impregnate to spread her dynasty.

Notes:

Warnings again for Monstergirls, cum inflation, futanari, dick growth, and accelerated pregnancy.

for Inzomniac.

Work Text:

"This is some Indiana Jones level shit," Layla muttered to herself, her dark eyes scanning left and right.

Layla padded through the hall of the ancient, Arabian structure, her footsteps careful and measured. Her heavy combat boots made her footfalls echo regardless of how gentle she tried to be, but that was the only noise inside the dark, vaulted hall; there was no other sign of life, not a scurry or a shuffle of a snake or desert scorpion. It was as silent and cold in the grave, as dead as the tomb, or so the old adage went. It wasn't unnerving in the least to Layla, and, in fact, it only made her pulse burn with excitement, the tingling anticipation of being the first living soul inside in centuries.

She certainly looked out of place in the old, dusty ruin, but then, she always did. Layla cut a striking figure in her desert explorer's wear - the kind of figure that drew heads. She was tall, above average for her height and ancestry, and athletic. Her body was lean-cut and lined with wiry muscle that was barely visible under the skin, lending her an almost tomboyish appearance. It didn't help that she favoured combat boots and a combat vest over a tight top and baggy shorts, but the modest swell of her bust and the rather sweeping curve of her hips was more than enough to cement her femininity.

Her face was all high cheekbones and hard, angular curves, with full lips and long, almond-shaped eyes, like that of a storybook Arabian princess. Her hair was black as pitch and had a natural sweeping curve to it, such that it didn't hang straight even though it went down just past her shoulders. The left hand side was tucked back behind her ear, where she typically kept a pen to ensure she had something in quick and easy reach to jot down notes with.

It truth, she wasn't the kind of girl that people expected to see out in the desert with a shovel and a map in hand - athletic though she was, she looked like she belonged on a college campus, or in some stately hall at an embassy - but she was the kind of girl that liked rock-climbing and hiking, scuba-diving and cave-spelunking, and the adventurous, explorer lifestyle called to her. She felt at home when she was out exploring in the wild, digging tools in hand and an old, hand-scrawled map blowing in the wind - sometimes, she liked to say that it felt like something out there was calling to her.

Granted, there wasn't much room in the world for people like her to go out and find lost places on the map - there just wasn't much left anymore, and those pursuits weren't quite so valued. Especially not for entirely casual and unprofessional reasons like her own, but that didn't stop Layla one bit. She'd brought back samples of artifacts from ancient cultures in the Amazon and taken pictures of hidden structures in the hidden depths of what was once Mesopotamia, amongst other things in other places.

Striking out in the wild always made her tingle with anticipation, a fire lighting inside her soul at the thought of discovering something - anything, really. Though she explored all over the world, she often gravitated toward the Middle East, the Arabian Peninsula, and further west, Egypt. She wasn't sure why, but she liked to joke that it was her Arabian heritage calling out to her. Whatever the reason, she enjoyed the wind-swept deserts far more than most, and she always anticipated striking a claim there.

Layla wasn't going to lie and say that she had carried much hope for her most recent venture, however. It was more of a curiosity rather than anything else, and only because her true venture hadn't panned out. It was little more than the rumours of a few old village elders, a couple of dusty times in the national library, and a scroll that was more likely a fake than the real deal, but it was enough to pique her interest. She had been pleasantly surprised, then, when she'd found the first indications of an ancient structure buried inside the cleft between a mountain and a ravine, partially obscured by shifting sands.

The size and scope of the structure was hidden from the outside, but as she strode through the high, vaulted halls and down staircases chiseled with rich pattern work, the scale of it slowly unfolded before her. It was like a palace in the oldest of Arabian styles, with wide, open spaces bearing dozens of high arches composed into open-concept walls, and tall, towering pillars from which the frayed remains of banners were hung. The ceilings of the largest halls were rounded and domed, and she could picture in her mind's eye the hemispheres proudly capping the palace in ages past.

She walked for a long time in the shrouded halls, with only her light to provide illumination. It cast flickering shadows on the mosaics and reliefs carved into the walls, depicting scenes of ancient events that she had no knowledge - Sultans on thrones, strange creatures of mythology, armies and wars and other things besides; curiosities that she would love to take charcoal drawings of, had she any wax paper that was large enough to fit over them. There was much to observe and enjoy, and the further she travelled, the more elaborate and ostentatious it became.

There were more metals and alloys, and more than just decorative gold and brass - iron and steel, some in the acid-patterned make of Damascus, and other things that she didn't recognize at all. That was an oddity for any palace of any time period, and soon there was as much metal paneling on the walls as there was limestone and brick. The need for a light became lesser as well; braziers set into the walls contained shimmering… somethings, things that she couldn't identify, which cast a calm glow over the rooms she trekked through. Not as bright as her torch or intense as her flashlight, but wider-reaching than both, and soon she was using those as her guiding lights. It was warmer, too, even though she knew it should have been colder the deeper she went; pleasantly warm, in fact, like a modern house.

"Holy shit," Layla breathed, stepping over a threadbare carpet that had once been a rich, glorious turquoise, inlaid with threads of gold. Tapestries were matched on the arches on the walls, and within their alcoves were golden sculptures and statues. It was all arranged toward a very deliberate entryway large enough for an elephant, beyond which was unmistakably a throne room.

It was the largest room so far, and it was beautiful in its elegance and refinement. Every line of architecture looked like it had been sculpted by master artisans, all sourced from the richest, rarest of earthly materials. Veined marble was the most prominent, set in a long, unbroken sheet toward the dias at the center of the room. A throne of black marble rested upon the circular protrusion, high-backed and engraved with ancient scripture. It looked nothing like any Arabian palace she'd ever seen in her life, but then, nothing in the place matched her experiences or studies, and all she knew was that it was extremely exciting.

Four statues surrounded the center dias, all set in different poses at equidistant spots. They were all very feminine statutes of the cleanest-cut marble, sculpted and carved so perfectly that it would have put any renaissance artist to absolute shame. They looked so damn lifelike that Layla did a double take, admiring their clean-cut limbs and gorgeous features with awe.They were swathed in robes and hoods carved to a perfect mirror to life, perfectly fitted to their extremely feminine curves. Bangles and bracelets of solid gold glimmered against the pale marble of their wrists, forearms, and biceps, while signet rings rested upon their dainty fingers.

"Huh," Layla mused. She ran her fingers gently over one of the statue's faces, confirming that it was, indeed, cold, hard marble. "You guys are pretty damn gorgeous, aren't you?" She pulled her hands back and set them on her hips, a smile on her lips. "I guess I know what kind of guy made this place."

While each statue was a very curvy and very pretty woman, each one was a little different from the other, with different levels of curvature and height. The one that lounged on her side against the right side of the throne was a very leggy girl, while the one planted down in supplication had the widest hips Layla had seen in a while. They were sculpted to resemble different ages, too, ranging from a mature beauty in her thirties to one barely into her twenties - and they were all so lifelike that it seemed as if the sculptor had taken a perfect cast of a living person's face.

Soon, Layla's attention was focused on the throne itself. It wasn't a solid piece of marble like the flooring or the statues, and had many panel-like sections cut into it, primarily around the arm rests and areas where one's hands would normally reside. Layla could almost swear that she detected hints of lumination coming from the throne, too, but it was ephemeral at best, and she put it down to a trick of the eyes.

"This is pretty cool," she mused, setting a hand down on the throne. It felt almost warm to the touch, like there was an inner heat. "Weird, but cool."

There was something oddly alluring about the throne, something that called to her, in a strange way. She kept her hand on it while she looked around the room, scanning over the high ceiling and the sculpted walls, before drifting back down to the statues surrounding her. Their cold, blank stares were all turned toward the empty seat of the throne, and though they conveyed nothing at all, Layla imagined that they were almost expectant.

Layla licked her lips. "Well, might as well give this a try."

She saddled the throne, her veins thrumming with anticipation. Her butt fit into the seat while her hands were set down on the arms, and she shuffled back until her spine rested against the tall back. Even though it was much larger than she was, it felt like she fit it perfectly, like she belonged there. It gave her a comfortably loft view of the court around her, instilling her with a sense of authority and power that she normally didn't feel, and it sent a surge of confidence through her.

"Nice," she murmured to herself, fingers clutching at the ball-shaped ends of the armrests. "Really nice. A girl could get used to this -"

There was a sudden, loud popping noise, and a very stark smell of ozone. The seat began to warm underneath her, prickling at her skin, and Layla looked down in alarm. Lights seeped out from under the panels carved into the throne, while the glowing braziers on the walls intensified until they looked like stars. The high-domed ceiling glimmered with what looked like constellations, set into marble as dark as the throne. A constant, pervasive buzzing noise filled the room, emanating from within the walls and under the floor. There was a fainter undercurrent of hard metal, like the grinding of massive gears and shifting chains, as if some ancient engine was coming to life in bits and pieces.

"What the fuck," Layla hissed, fingers clenching and body tensing, her heart rate spiking hard.

It passed through her body like a current, sizzling through her limbs and burning along her veins. Layla hissed in discomfort as the waves rippled through her body, her teeth clenching and fingers curling. All of it was sent surging down to one spot in her body: her abdomen, where it dispersed further down like creeping tendrils. It ran over her crotch in electrifying jolts, making her hips buck raggedly. Layla was the kind of girl that was apt to make a sex joke or two about the situation, had she'd been able to; but the electric waves made her tongue numb and thick, her muscles clenched tight, as an impossible something built in her core.

Layla saw it before she felt it, though she would later wonder how one couldn't feel such a thing. Her cargo shorts, once tight and secure around her comfortably wide hips, were pushed out to a truly obscene degree, with a bulge that was utterly unmistakable threatening to pop her zipper. She stared at it with eyes nearly bugging out of her skull, her jaw agape, while the wave continued down. Her hand shot down quickly, slamming down against her crotch, and she was left hissing in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she applied far too much force to the obvious bulge in her pants.

Layla gasped, heart pounding hard. Feeling the thing out made its identity all the more apparent, and the surges of sensitivity that passed through it as she squeezed its outline with her fingers made it all the more real. "What is this, a freakshow?! A fucking hallucination!?! There's no way in hell I have a dick -"

In her concentration on her new appendage, she'd missed the sight of the electricity running over the dias and surging over the female statues surrounding her, and then down through the remainder of the room like ripples passing through water. She did pay attention, however, when the statues began to quiver, her words failing her as the formerly stiff marble stuttered and gasped into life, like an old engine starting up. There was a noise of shifting gears and clicks like one was rewinding a clock, and soon the statues were shuddering into motion, limbs clicking and tensing, fingers curling and unfolding in strange, jerky movements.

All thoughts of her new potential dick the forgotten as she stared with fear as the statues rose up as one, moving in eerie synchrony. Their robes, once looking stiff and static, were suddenly falling around their figures as if they were made of true cloth, now loose and airy. Hair fell down around their faces, half-hidden beneath their crinkled hoods, while their long, clean limbs unfolded. They blinked as one, all staring at Layla, and when their eyes opened again, she found them glittering with colour. They didn't look like real eyes, but they certainly weren't the blank marble of before - their irises were now inward-pointing triangles the colour of the richest jade, all centered around a black pupil that looked like a camera's shutter.

She gulped. "S-statues are moving, and I've got a dick."

"Mom always told me not to dig around in old ruins," Layla murmured to herself, no small amount of fear in her voice. "Said I was gonna get myself killed. Guess it's about time that caught up to me."

Her words were spoken just to try and calm herself down, make light of the situation in the face of the impossibility that was the living, moving statues. Her words caused them to tilt their heads as one, hoods and hair falling to the sides gently in a parody of life, and her jaw dropped even further. Impossibly, one of the statues opened her mouth, her perfectly sculpted and plump lips parting, and Layla's eyes boggled from her head. A stream of old Arabic exited the statues mouth, her voice as smooth and fluid as honey, with a faint clockwork burr beneath them; but they weren't words that Layla could understand, and she wasn't accustomed to having statues speak to her anyways, and she was too stunned to answer.

Her mouth flapped like a fish out of water, just staring at the statue that had spoken, while the rest looked at her almost expectantly. She turned to each of them, finding all surrounding the front facing of her throne, as if… waiting. She gulped hard, heart pounding in her chest, her nerves getting more and more frayed by the moment, while the thing in her pants pulsated.

"I, uhm." She swallowed thickly. "Uh - What's up?"

The lead statue spoke again, her voice like music to Layla's ears - smooth and smokey, the kind of voice that could get her to do literally anything it wanted, and it was impossibly coming from a statue. A statue that had been, moments before, inanimate. Granted, it wasn't quite a human voice, for it was a tad stilted, a little cold, without enunciation - but a gorgeous voice, all the same.

"I - I don't, uh, understand you." She licked her lips, her hand moving down to the emergency pistol she kept hidden at her waist, only to accidentally graze against the new bulge in her pants. "It's, uh - yeah. English only, sorry, and I was actually just leaving, so -"

The statue walked forward with quick, precise steps that bordered on mechanical. Layla leaned back into the chair with wide eyes, intimidated by her sudden speed, her hand fumbling at her waist. The statue's hands reached out for her face, grabbing her jawline with a grip so strong that Layla couldn't move at all, and she developed a sudden and very real fear of having her neck snapped. Instead, the statue pulled her forward with a strength that made her whimper, and then planted her lips down on hers.

Layla's mind froze, for a couple of reasons. The first, and most pressing, was that the statue was kissing her, locking lips with her own - something seemed to defy all belief, and yet it was happening. The second was that those lips felt very, very real, as soft as any lips she'd ever tasted and so plump and juicy it made her shoulders tingle. They tasted like honey, and as the statue pressed down on her lips, Layla found herself melting into it with shocking speed. It was like she couldn't help herself, her body falling numb to the touch of her soft mouth, and the cock that had just grown began to pulsate.

A wet, slimy tongue pressed against her lips, asking for entry into her mouth, and Layla flinched back. It certainly wasn't something she was expecting to feel, life-like statue or not, and so she didn't put up nearly enough of an effort in resisting her. It pushed into her mouth quickly and smoothly, worming its way into the damp cavern, and Layla flinched back for a second time. It was far more nimble and dexterous than a tongue had any right to be, curving around her own tongue like a snake and slipping around the wet contours of her mouth. It swiped at her cheeks and teeth, up and down the roof of her jaw, and somehow tangled with her own tongue all the while.

It was a very wet kiss, much to her surprise - but then, all of it was. The statue's mouth and tongue were just as wet as her own, though with a somewhat strange texture, and she happily swapped her spit with the human explorer. It was like she was actively trying to do so, in fact, her mouth moving rhythmically as she held Layla in close and slurped at her mouth. It went on, and on, and on, as if the creature was trying to suck the breath from her lungs. Layla was unable to put up any significant resistance to her probing tongue or sucking lips, but it wasn't like she had any idea of what she could do, given the situation and the statue's clear strength over her.

The statue pulled away minutes later, after Layla had been left breathless and flushed, her pupils dilated and lips wet with spit. The sweet taste of the statue lingered in her mouth, along with a generous helping of its textured saliva. It stared down at her intently, its shutter-like pupils whirring and spinning, and Layla shivered under its attention. She swallowed hard once again as she tried to steady her breathing, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand. The thing she assumed was a dick was painfully hard in her shorts, as if the kiss had swelled it up to the point of bursting, and she shifted her legs uncomfortably.

"Uh, thanks for that," Layla murmured, looking left and right in the hopes of finding a means of escape, "but -"

"You are welcome," the statue replied in perfect, clear english, though with hints of an exotic lilt.

Layla blinked. "...Beg pardon?"

"You are welcome," the statue repeated, inclining its head respectfully.

"English," Layla said faintly. "You're speaking - how? What? Why?"

"Your taste offers many unique insights," said the formerly marble statue. "We conform to your desires."

Layla popped out her cheek, still staring. "That… makes just as little sense, but okay. Not like - well, any of this does."

"What can we explain for you, Sultana?" The statue's head dipped in a quick, stiff bow, while the other statues were practically on their knees in supplication. "We live to serve, and we serve to please."

"Hold up," Layla muttered, "Sultana?"

The statue nodded in confirmation, the motion again brisk and curt, almost robotic. "It has been too long since the House of Kings have rested upon the throne. We are pleased that you've returned to us, and the Good Work can resume apace -"

"That doesn't - that doesn't answer my -" Layla stopped, and cleared her throat. Her hand nervously ran through her hair, her tongue wetting her honey-stained lips. "You've, uh, definitely gotten me confused with someone else. I don't blame you, it's probably been a while since you were - ah, alive - and you're a bit frazzled, but -"

"You are the Sultana," the statue said the statue to her left, startling Layla. Her voice was almost identical to the first, with just a tiny change to her cant. "Descendant of the House of Kings."

"...Cool, but no. I'm Layla Ma -"

"You are blood of the Sultan of Sultans," a third statue affirmed. "The Throne of Black does not react to any other. It is Law."

"It is Law," the others intoned.

"That's - that sounds crazy." Layla ran her hand through her hair. There are, like, hundreds of hundreds of thousands of people of Arabian descent; there's no way I'm something special!

"It is not," the statue said, her tone even and cool, without any inflection. "It is how it has always been, Sultana."

Layla looked at each one of now-living statues, her confusion written all across her face. She wanted to reject their claims, to tell them how utterly dumb it all sounded, but the words died on her lips. At the end of the day, she was conversing with women that had, minutes before, been nothing more than marble carvings; very solid, and very stuff marble sculptures, and little more. But now they were moving, and talking, and kissing, with far too much jiggling going on under their robes to be anything like cold, hard marble, and Layla had grown a dick, of all things.

And when you lay it out like that, she concluded, me being 'the chosen one' is probably the least stupid thing here. And, well, is being proclaimed the owner of this place really such a bad thing?

She mused on her options for a few heartbeats,before carefully asking, "And that means… what, exactly?"

"This palace, and everything within its domain, is yours to inherit, Sultana." The statue smiled, but did so stiffly, as if it was a purely programmed motion. "As heaven wills it."

Layla waved her hand. "So this - all this stuff - is mine?"

"Yes, your majesty," another statue intoned. "Though, we regret to tell you that your palace is currently below a five-percent operational threshold. It will take some time to restore all functionality."

The words they chose didn't escape her notice, and Layla found herself intrigued, despite the sheer oddity of the situation. "This place is... like a machine, then? Like… one big mechanism?"

"Yes, Sultana," one said simply. "We can provide all functionalities for your perusal, should you desire, but know that we are here to interface and provide everything you want."

Like caretakers, Layla mused internally. Really hot, strange caretakers.

At the thought of how attractive they were, she had to shift positions again, attempting to move the sensitive organ between them out of the tight seal of her athletic thighs. After a moment of finding the right spot, she licked her lips. "So… If I were to sum it up, you're saying that I, Layla, am a descendant of ancient nobility, and because I've, uh, sat on this throne without it frying me -"

"-With you activating the Core," one of the marble women amended smoothly, her robotic tones deep and sonorous. It was hard for her to distinguish between them by voice, as each sounded far too similar to one another, and matched each other's words effortlessly.

"-Sat down on this throne and activated the 'Core', that makes me eligible to - what was it? - inherit this entire place?"

They all nodded as one. "Yes, your majesty."

Layla popped her lips. "And that includes all of you?"

"We are your property forevermore, to attend to your every whim."

"And - and this isn't a prank? There's no chance of this throne-thing being wrong -"

The lead statue's head shook left and right with sharp, precise motions. "It has never been, and never will be. You are the inheritor of all this place holds. We will allow ourselves to say that you may not be the purest of the old blood, but that no longer matters, now that the Throne is yours, Sultana."

Layla clicked her tongue. "Can we drop the Sultana thing? Layla is fine, honestly."

The statue tilted her head. "As you will it."

"...Interesting." She sucked at her teeth. "So you'd do whatever I 'will'?"

"Correct."

"Alright, so can one you explain this," Layla said, bringing her hand down against the bulge in her beige shorts. It was a miscalculated move, as applying that much force to her sensitive new girlcock made it throb violently and caused her pelvis to jerk roughly, a hiss on her lips. "Fucking - Ow. Gotta remember not to do that..."

The statues were impassive for a long moment. "The query is not understood, Sultana."

"Okay, how about why the hell do I have a dick?"

Another long silence, where Layla could have sworn their strange eyes clicked and whirled. "The palace has granted you the necessary appendage to propagate your seed, dear Sultana. Your blood is a blessing to be spread, and you may now do so to any that would receive your touch -"

"Dial that back a bit," Layla muttered, shaking her head. "This is for… knocking people up? You want me to -"

"The Throne and the palace cannot accept a ruler that can't spread the House of Kings further," the lead statue explained. "It has given you the necessary means to do so, as it always has with every ruler to lay claim; man or woman."

"You know, I can - I can have babies just fine," Layla said faintly.

"We have the facilities to handle propagation at large-scale, to ensure a large workbase and perfect comfort," another statue said, "but only to those that have received your seed, and not anyone of the House itself. And the seed of the House of Kings is strong besides, making for very efficient progress in breeding. In your case, rearing children would be… slow."

"And if we may say so," another interjected, "It would be far less enjoyable."

"I mean, look," Layla pleaded, as if she were with her friends and not strangely subservient statues, "I'm not going to lie and say I've not been really damn curious would it be like to have a dick, okay? It's kinda hot. But, uh, right now, it's kind of weird. Would you be able to change it back?"

Another pause, brief and curt. "We do not see this as a worthy endeavor."

"It's kinda weird - like, really weird," Layla sighed, shaking her head. "It's - uh, guys?"

The statues rose up as one, again moving in eerie synchrony. Layla watched them all with no small amount of concern, eyes flicking between them. She licked her lips nervously, unsure of what was happening. "What're you doing?"

"We believe we can help you reconsider," they told her in smooth, alluring tones, almost perfectly in sync. "Illuminate you to the merits of having a royal cock."

The statues began to close in on her, stepping up to the throne with movements as smooth and graceful as liquid. Layla tensed up, looking between each of them, her tongue nervously running over her lips. They surrounded her as one, and she would have been intimidated, had her dick chosen that moment to start shivering and pulsating, as if in anticipation of what was happening. Not that Layla could tell, of course, but as the first statue gently grabbed her shoulder and the other swept around to her side, hand set on the flat of her belly, she got a pretty good idea.

"This is flattering," she said hesitantly, trying to push herself upward, "But you really don't need to do anything. I mean, I don't even know your names, so -"

She was pushed down just as quickly, pinned beneath the strong, firm hands caressing her body. They pushed her firmly against the throne with the minimum required effort needed, using machine-like strength against which Layla was entirely helpless. Their hands were all over her body in moments, sweeping around her modest curves and over the athletic lines of her form, caressing just as much as they forced her down. Layla couldn't do anything as they all but accosted her, fingers working at hemlines and straps, begging to work her clothing off her body without her approval.

"I am Ashar," said the youngest-looking statue, her hands peeling off Layla's tight top. It slipped up her trim, athletic abdomen inch by inch, revealing her dusky, sun-kissed skin.

"I am Ithnan," the one closest to Layla's age murmured - or as close as could be managed with her robotic voice - stripping off Layla's vest with firm, practiced motions.

The third statue was working at Layla's accessories, working off her many pouches and little tools. Her holster was tugged off and set to the side with her work implements, and Layla only spared it a glance - she didn't like being parted with her defense, but the proximity of the statue was… intoxicating. "I am Sitta."

The eldest, and apparently lead statue, had her hands on Layla's shorts, pulling apart her buttons and zippers with deft movements. "I am Sifr."

"A number naming scheme," Layla commented shakily, her body reacting in ways she didn't expect to the statues' touches. They pulled her clothes off her body with precision, her vest stripped from her shoulders and her tight top rolled up and over her sports bra in no time flat. Layla wasn't sure if it was weird that she found herself enjoying it, or if that was another side effect of the palace, but she couldn't deny that having the statues attend her like that was really turning her on. "A bit cliche, but it fits."

"We are glad you think so, Layla," Ashar stated, and Layla shivered as her pale fingers slipped over the flat plane of her belly. Despite their newfound fleshiness they remained as smooth as marble, and it allowed her hands to glide over her tight body without a hint of friction. It was mirrored by all the statues, with four pairs of hands working in tandem to strip her down, and each press brush of their fingers and rub of their palms made Layla shiver. Their bodies were still cool like marble, despite being fleshy and soft, which made for an interesting contrast as they rubbed and slid over her body.

Sifr's fingers pulled at her shorts, rolling them down her waist with the smoothest motion imaginable. It was like the animated statues were designed for stripping people down, and Layla watched her do it with a shiver of anticipation. As her shorts were brought down, the mass of her new cock was slowly brought into view, resting against her pelvis like a thick, throbbing log. The touch of the cool palace air made the foregn mass pulse, and it sent her shoulders into shudders. It looked like a real dick in every respect, though a tad more feminine than those she'd seen before; it was also longer and thicker than the average, and adorned with an equally impressive set of balls.

Several thoughts ran through Lalya's mind at the sight of her new cock, from how well it seemed to suit her body to way it seemed to react so strongly to every sensation that touched it, but all she could voice was, "Wow, I'm pretty hung."

"It is an impressive scepter," Sifr agreed, her voice making her words sound like cold, hard logic. She pulled Layla's shorts down her thighs, carrying along with them her now entirely inadequate undergarments, and slipped them down her well-formed legs. "As befits your lofty status."

"Oh, fuck," Layla exclaimed moments later, when Sifr's hands gracefully cupped her cock. Her long, nimble fingers surrounded the engorged girth, lifting it off her pelvis and bringing it up to its full, towering height. Just the touch alone of those smooth, cool fingers was enough to make her cock pulse hard, surges of electric pleasure shooting up her body, and Layla's teeth dug into her lower lip. "That's -"

"There is some oversensitivity upon receival," Sitta informed her, her body settling dangerously close. All the statues had settled in close, surrounding her with the intoxicating presence of their stark, white bodies.

"S-some, huh?" Layla murmured, still biting her lip. She let out a hissing sigh as Sifr's hand rolled up the length of her cock, stroking it from base to tip, sending incomprehensible pleasure surging up the meaty mass. Her mind could barely focus on how good it felt to have those firm, tightly clasping fingers surround her new girth, pressing into the sensitive flesh with a pressure that was gleefully accepted by her cock. She sighed again as Sifr's marble flesh rolled up and down her shaft in a frictionless rub, her palm perfectly moulding to the meaty surface.

"Yes," Sifr replied, the rhetorical question falling flat. "Now, allow me to show you the pleasures now available to you, my Sultana."

Layla blinked, finding herself still very much pinned against the throne. "Uh -"

Sifr rose up, extending to her full height. Lalya watched with mixture of concern and anticipation as she just brushed aside the folds of her robes, which were apparently much more revealing than Layla would have thought; but, given that everything was the same perfect, unblemished marble, differentiation between the different parts wasn't easy. The fold that Layla now realized was a loincloth was brushed aside, tugged over the statue's shapely hips, revealing a very perfectly sculpted vagina. Hints of liquid dotted the wide-spread lips, making Layla wonder just how detailed these marble statues really were.

The statue slipped onto the throne, straddling the dusky-skinned explorer with her wide hips and firm thighs. She got into position with practiced ease, mounting Layla like she had done it all a thousand times before, and soon her bared folds were hovering over Layla's towering cock. The young woman's breath caught in her throat as she waited with anticipation, her hands instinctively rising up to Sifr's hips. She felt far more excited than she reasonably thought she should be, despite the odd parody of her normal sexual encounters and the fact that she was the one with the dick.

"You're not actually -" Layla stopped and licked her lips, eyes wide as the hands of Ashar and Ithnan grabbed at her bare shoulders, arms folding around her as they held her back. They leaned in closer, bodies pressing into the throne and rubbing agianst Layla's, while Sifr aligned her core with the throbbing length of her cock. While it took a handful of heartbeats for her to get into position, she was surprisingly fast when it came to sinking down on the fat dick beneath her. Her body pushed down steadily, dropping onto the impaling spear just below her, the exposed folds of her cunt brushing up against the pulsating cockhead. That slight contact alone was enough to make Layla hiss and swear, the warmth and wetness coating the head of her dick and making her pulse sing.

"Oh," Layla sighed, "you are."

Her lower entrance was soft and spongy, as real as Layla's own - now, former - pussy, and suitably wet. Wetter than Layla would have imagined, but given that everything so far defied belief, she didn't comment on it. She simply enjoyed the sudden stickiness coating the head of her cock, the promise of warmth hidden just beyond the velvety folds that caressed her prickhead. The bulbous, sensitive tip was caressed by her folds, pushing steadily into the white, marble flesh that had just hints of pink beyond. Layla didn't know if she was pink and red on the inside or white, unblemished marble throughout, but she certainly felt real, and that was all that mattered.

"Fuck," she hissed again, hands clasping on Sifr's waist. Her hips dropped down, sinking an inch of hard dick inside her surprising warmth, and then another, and another after. Her hips bore down like a heavy weight, her body not at all light and suitable solid. Maybe it was because she was formed of marble, or had been minutes earlier, or maybe it was because of her internal workings, but she was heavier than Layla could have manged under her own power. She wasn't however, despite being the one ostensibly in charge - the statue was mounting her of her own will, her excitement fairly clear despite her robotic nature, almost gleefully sinking herself down on the turgid rod beneath her.

If this place is as old as it looks, Laya reasoned, they're all probably suffering from the dry spell of their lives.

The embrace of her snatch was warm and tight, inner walls perfectly gripping Layla's dick, causing her head to spin with delight. It was odd being on the other end of the fucking for once, and just the few inches she had inside of the statue was enough to make her body shiver with bliss. She couldn't help the curses that left her lips as those wide hips dropped down, impaling themselves on her hardness, and Layla's fingers dug into the slippery-smooth flesh a little harder with each inch that sank inside her. Her girth stretched out Sifr's insides, parting tight walls with liquid ease, as if fitting eight inches of hard dick wasn't an issue at all.

"My God, you're tight," Layla grunted, biting her lip hard as over half her cock was fitted into the tight sheath above her.

"We're designed to perfectly fit our Lord," Sitta said, her voice oddly alluring despite the robotic inflection. She slid up onto the wide arm of the throne, somehow perfectly balancing herself. Ithnan pulled back, but slipped along the sides of the throne to almost hover over it, her head just inches above Layla's.

"I can definitely tell," Layla murmured, staring up at Sifr. Her hips dropped down steadily, driving her smooth, slick pussy down on Layla's slab of cockmeat, her insides filling out with dense flesh and surrounding it perfectly. It was as if it was taking on the imprint of her cock, memorizing the shape of it and adjusting accordingly, making her head swim in bliss. It was velvety smooth and wet in all the right places, surrounding her cock in a silken sheath of warmth, with folds clinging to every inch that pushed within her. It was a perfect glove, and the feel of it made her body quiver with desire.

Sitta's head dipped down in the moments were Layla's concentration was focused elsewhere, and was mirrored by Ashar. Their mouths descended on the young woman's modest breasts in perfect synchrony, lips latching onto dark, rubbery nipples, made erect by the cool air of the throne room. Layla almost jumped in her seat, voice rising in a gasp, not having expected the two statues to go for her tits when the third was driving herself down on her fat cock. It certainly wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and was actually something that Layla had always liked from her female bed partners.

Their plump, soft lips firmly latched onto her nipples, tugging them into their warm mouths quickly. Tongues swirled around the stiff protrusions, tickling and teasing both of them at the same time. The heat of their mouths was as cloying and pleasure-inducing as the wet warmth of Sifr's pussy, which enveloped her entire cock in a haze. The eldest statue had managed to push her hips all the way down, her pelvis resting against Layla's own with each inch of her girth buried inside her, looking incredibly pleased with herself. Layla could only grunt at the pleasure of it, her hands tensing around her hips as the inner walls rippled along her sensitive shaft.

Sifrs hips rose up at a faster pace than they had descended, the slowness of her pace having already suited its purpose in memorizing the shape and heft of her cock. She moved now with greater speed and force, raising her broad hips upward. The clinging walls of her pussy held fast to Layla's girth, maintaining a tight grip even as they were dragged up the towering obelisk of dark-fleshed cock. The sensation of movement made Layla gasp and moan, being almost too much for her inexperienced mind to handle - there was never so much feedback or sensation with a dildo or a strapon, and nothing close to this when she got fucked in turn; it was something entirely new, and far more intense than she could handle.

"If this is how guys feels all the time," Layla panted, "I can almost understand being a skirt-chaser - fuck! -"

Sitta and Ashar slurped at her breasts, teeth grazing her hard nipples as their lips ravenously made out with the plump titles surrounding it. It was almost akin to breastfeeding, what with how eagerly they sucked and tugged at her tits, their strong mouths pulling at her nipples as if they wanted to draw out sweet milk. Their tongues were skilled, moving like snakes around the rubbery protrusions, showing off a range of flexibility as they curled and flicked. Their hands drifted down, with Sitta's setting itself on the underside of her breasts and hefting it up toward her mouth like a young girl might, while Ashar's set itself right atop her trim abdominal muscles, cooling her warm skin with its touch.

Ithnan leaned over Sitta, her head descending downward, hair unfurling along her face. Layla blinked as her cool, smooth hand firmly grabbed her chin, tilting her head upward toward her own, and moments later her lips were captured in a hot, heavy kiss. She groaned into the statue's very shockingly plump and soft lips, which were identical in touch and texture to Sifr's - and, much like Sifr, the kiss was very firmly on the animated marble statue's grounds, with her having all the control. She effortlessly deepened the kiss, prying her mouth open with swift, probing touches of her tongue, and just as easily claimed the mouth as her own.

Layla couldn't put up a fight. Ithnan's tongue ran circles around her own, easily taking control of her mouth and sweeping around every last inch of it. Layla liked to think of herself as a good kisser, and she'd certainly experimented enough items to know what worked and what didn't, but the statue's tongue was deft and nimble in such ways that she just could not keep up with. Each time they tangled together, tongues dancing and curling around one another, she was left at a distinct disadvantage, barely able to keep up. It was like a sparring match that she was constantly losing, and as Ithnan's tongue reared up again and again, probing at her hot mouth before returning for more, Layla was left breathless.

All the while her cock was ridden hard and fast by Sifr, and her breasts were sucked upon by the two other attendants. Hands roved against her body, stroking toned muscles and soft, femine curves, the cool touch of their fingers making her shiver. Her breasts were hefted up and squeezed by strong hands, the modest mounds of titflesh bulging around their fingers - and soon after, their mouths, which sucked and liked hungrily. Teeth grazed her niplpes, each graze of those hard edges never failing to make her gasp into Ithnan's mouth. The way they attended to her body was intoxicating, cloying in its intensity, and she found herself enjoying it very much.

Layla groaned, her body thrumming with desire. She didn't care that she was held down and being forced upon, because it felt so damn good - her breasts were teased, sensitive nipples sucked in a vacuum-like seal, while her dick was ridden hard and fast by the apparently needy statue-woman. Sifr's hips moved with unparalleled dexterity, displaying a finesse that Layla wouldn't have thought was possible, had they not been the animated marble statues that they were. Even then she was impressed, but words failed her with each buck and twitch of Sifr's broad hips. Her snatch impaled itself on her engorged cock with swift, precise movements, wet noises ringing out as her juices were shifted against the large shaft.

Her body pushed down each time it reached its zenith, where only Layla's sensitive cockhead was buried inside her warm outer lips. The perfectly white skin contrasted hard with the buttery, almost caramel-coloured rod underneath it, and Layla found the contrast of colours to be particularly delightful. Within moments her entire shaft was once more gobbled up by her tight, warm cunt, every last inch hugged by her inner walls. They flexed and moved rhythmically along her shaft of hard cockmeat in ways that weren't purely natural, the inner play of her muscles like that of a vibrator, tugging and stroking her cock powerfully. It left Layla sighing each time her hips hammered down, firmly colliding with her pelvis and burying her cock into her wet depths.

She wasn't as wet as a normal pussy might be, and not quite as hot, but Layla didn't have that much experience with that sort of thing, and it hardly mattered - statue or not, Sifr was proving to be an amazing lay, riding her hard and fast with each up and down movement of her body. Her pace was smooth and cyclical, the rise and fall of her hips absolutely perfect, all for the purpose of showing Layla just how good having a dick could be. Each downward drop of her hips and roll of her pelvis made Layla indulge in the situation more and more, eagerly going along with her attendant's lewd wishes.

Hands stroked at her body actively and freely, no longer truly pinning her down but rather taking enjoyment out of it. Granted, Layla was still pinned under Sifr's weight, but it was as if they knew that the young woman was no longer attempting to pull away from them. She had submitted to the pleasures they offered, and that was that; all that was left was to indulge, and indulge they did. Her body burned with the heat of arousal, electric pulses of pleasure surging through her like a current, made all the more intense each time Sifr dropped down her weight and buried the cock inside her depths.

She gasped and panted, hand sweeping out so that she could set it around Sitta's body. The statue was still reclining on her armrest, body pressed in tight as her head craned down to suckle at her breasts, and soon Layla was cradling her body posessively. She ran her hand over her hips as she returned Ithnan's kiss with as much skill as she could offer, all the while keeping her eyes on the girl bouncing in her lap. Robes flopped around as her hips bucked and body jumped up and down, flipping around her sculpted curves. Glimpses of perfectly smooth and flat marble-white skin were flashed before her, too quick to really grasp but enough to draw her focus. Her breasts bounced under the cloth - if that was what it was - jumping up and down and wobbling from side to side with each firm motion she made.

The pleasure of having her cock jammed balls-deep inside a tight, clinging pussy was more than Layla could have ever imagined, and the extremely sensitive organ was pulsing and throbbing wildly in no time at all - thought it had only been a few minutes of hard riding, it brought her right to the edge. She couldn't do much more than try and hold on as her cock swelled up, filling out Sifr's tightness even more as her orgasm swept through her like a tidal wave. It was something that Layla couldn't possibly resist with her cock being so new and the sensations being so foreign, and her moans took on a new height as pleasure rolled through her.

Layla was never impressed with 'quick shots', as it were, but she found herself being one of them as the handful of minutes that composed Sifr's riding proved too much to stand. In her defence, having all the pretty ladies work at her body like the perfect entourage for then one riding her cock was enough to drive anyone to the point of bliss, and with a brand-new cock, she was very vulnerable to it. Her cock swelled further, balls tightening up and rising in preparation for imminent release, the intensity of it setting her teeth on edge.

She cried out loudly as her climax hit her hard, her cock pulsating violently. At first a rope of cum blasted forth from her bulbous cock-head, shooting into Sifr's untouched depths and pooling there thickly, but it was soon accompanied by another, and then another. It was like the floodgates had been released, and soon a deluge of sperm was filling the statue's fleshy insides, pouring into her silken snatch in a flood of thick and sticky fluids. Rope after rope fired out rapidly, merging into a stream of gooey baby-batter that sloshed through her tunnel, decorating whatever it could in layers of white.

Layla's brain was instantly shot up to cloud nine, her mind swimming in heavenly bliss as electricity passed through her body in a tingling wave of pleasure. She felt like she was cumming her brains out, ludicrously enough, the male orgasm so intense and gratifying that it practically made her short-circuit. She rode the pleasure of having her balls empty themselves out into a tight, warm cunt, her hips rolling and jerking raggedly as her cock pumped and throbbed, sending rope after rope of sticky, creamy seed into Sifr's insides. Her pussy was filled up with a thick coating of the virile substance, so much of it that it was soon sweeping back down around her log of cockmeat and dribbling out from between her lips.

It was more than Layla could have imagined she would produce, and far more than anything she'd personally experienced before; it didn't seem possible, really, but her balls pumped out more of the white, rich seed at a rapid-fire pace, seemingly as if she'd been pent up for months. She had no idea if that was the palace's doing, or her own apparent bloodline's capabilities, but in the end, it didn't really matter - it was enough pleasure to make her go cross-eyed, her body quaking and shivering as she emptied out every last drop of hot baby-batter into the statue's body, until her cock had nothing left to give.

"How was that, Layla?" Ithnan asked directly into her ear, and Layla suppressed a groan of desire.

"Oh, God - that was amazing," she groaned, her voice thick with arousal. All of the statues had ceased their ministrations, and they were just huddled around her like lounging cats. "Better than I could have imagined."

"Do you see, now, why none other has requested it removed?" Ashar asked, as if stating a perfect fact. It made Layla snort, and she quickly ran a hand through her short black locks.

"Oh, there's - there's definitely potential," she said cheekily, licking her lips. "A girl could get used to this kind of thing."

"We're glad," announced Sitta.

"I concur," Sifr affirmed, nodding her head. "And with this seed, we'll be able to provide a genetic source for the vats. A sustainable population will not be far behind -"

"Just - just give me a moment," Layla protested, rubbing her forehead. "I'm a little out of it right now, but… vats?"

"For the growth of your children, of course," the statue answered.

"Children," she repeated flatly. "I thought I was supposed to knock people up?"

"Yes, but we cannot get pregnant," Sifr replied. "Your royal harem will provide that functionality, instead. And, with the acceleration vats of our facilities, your genetic material will allow us to raise them to maturity in a few hours."

"My - what, now? My royal harem?"

"Yes," she said simply. "For you to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, and in this circumstance, allow us to build a workforce." She cocked her head. "They are all awake, now. Would you like to meet them?"

"A harem, huh?" Layla ran her tongue over her lips, finding her curiosity pleasantly aroused. It might have been the post-orgasmic bliss speaking to her, or the desires of her still-hard cock, but she found the prospect of yet more girls like the statues and extremely enticing one. "You know what? I think meeting them sounds like a wonderful idea."

The hallway she passed through on the way to the room was… odd, to say the least. It was like hallway cut through a laboratory, with strange displays, terminals, and other interfaces composed of a weird meshing of limestone, marble, and alloy. Some even had little holographic displays above them, twirling and blinking with ruddy orange lights. And yet, all of those were few and far between when compared to the nearly four-meter cylindrical objects lining the room, set along the center pathway like guards at attention and placed in an alternating grid pattern through the chamber.

Murky liquid filled the cylinders, some of it bubbling, some of it just resting there like formaldehyde. While they were all predominantly empty, a few had objects and indiscernible shapes floating within them, though others up ahead had significantly larger body-like shapes resting inside. It was the kind of thing she expected to see in Sci-Fi, like some sort of cryogenic pod, or a healing chamber, or some incubation thing, and certainly not in an old, abandoned palace. Her statues didn't seem at all phased by it, and continued to walk alongside her like bodyguards, leading her ever forward toward the next chamber.

Layla cleared her throat. "So, uh - what is this stuff? It's a little… elaborate."

Sifr's head turned toward her with a mechanical twitch. "This is an Incubation Hall, your Eminence; I-3, out of six. However, it is the only one we have managed to keep functioning, as they require too significant of a power-draw and more staff than we have available at present to maintain correctly."

So it is Sci-Fi level shit. Layla popped her lips. "Okay… what do you mean by incubation, exactly?" She rapped her knuckles on one of the pod-things, trying to examine the body-like shape floating within. "Because I'm not sure if I really understand you?"

"Primarily for the accelerated growing of the palace's population, almost exclusively sourced from your genetic material." Sitta gestured out to the pod her hand rested against, her arm unfolding like clockwork. "These vats can contain any offspring of any product of your unions, and raise them to maturity in hours. We have a more limited genetic template from which to make suitable consorts from scratch, but with the genetic information now residing within Sifr, we can now key them to you."

Ashar spoke up next, adding her own cool inflections to the conversation. "That is the primary function of I-3: to create and sustain a harem for our ruler. It is, as of now, our only source of repopulation, which I must say with some regret."

Layla scratched her head, nodding her chin up and down as if she could follow along with what was being said. "I, uh, see. So - this place matures kids super fast to serve as the, uh, workforce, and this one in particular can make people for me to fuck? Is that it?"

"Precisely."

Layla swallowed nervously. "That's… cool."

"Some await your genetic information already, in fact," Sifr said cooly, gesturing to the shape-filled vats. "I must be away, and cycle the decanting programs. Please, continue forward, and make your selections."

"My - my what?" Layla frowned. "What, now?"

"Your selections," Sitta confirmed unhelpfully. "Please, it is just ahead, now."

This is surreal, Layla thought, but followed along with the three other attendants as best as she could manage. Though the hall was long, it did eventually terminate into braching room arranged more like a plaza than anything else, with columns and alcoves leading into the room before her, and doors set into the walls shielded by the almost Roman-looking room. She allowed herself to be guided into the room, any curiosity she had for its construction or the other pathways lost as she took it in.

The room she was led to was pleasantly warm, the air steamy and atmosphere smokey. Silk Persian rugs lined the floor, covering beige tiles that were veined like marble. The rugs were decorated with large, almost body-sized pillows perfect for lounging upon, and surrounded by smaller, tinier pillows composed of silks. Low divans wet with rich, red cushions were set at choice positions, and right beside them were end tables and stands replete with refreshments. The center of the room had a rectangular pool set into it, making the room look almost like a bathhouse, though the pool was of a considerable depth. Its waters were a crystal clear shade of aquamarine, and dazzled in the low, smokey light of the room.

The back section of the room had a large alcove, wherein which a round, comfortable-looking bed resided. It was lined with dozens of pillows and the softest silk sheets Layla had ever laid eyes upon, and large enough for a dozen people to cuddle at a time. All in all, it was a comfortably sized room - not too large, not too small, and well-suited for a number of people to lounge and recline at once, as was the obvious intention. It was very nice, all told, and the perfect place to just relax and laze about - all it needed was a suitably large flat-screen and a few gaming systems, and Layla was sold.

However, she wasn't allowed into the room to explore it just yet, for her attendants guided her to the side, where another of the odd consoles was set. It was built into one of the pillars holding up the main archway, and it looked almost seamless in its integration - as part of it as any mural or carving, but a few tell-tale wires broke the illusion if she peered carefully enough. It looked to be offline, or inactive, but at a brush of the statue's fingers, an orange holographic display popped into life just above the flat surface, startling her.

"This console serves as an interface for you, Layla," the statue informed her, using her name in the exact same manner as they used 'Sultana'. "There is one by the bed for more convenient use, however."

"Sure, sure," she responded vaguely, a tad too entranced by the exotic and almost impossible technology than anything else. "So… what can I do with this?"

"Any leisurely activity is accessible here," said the statue, "and we must inform you that there is no way to allow for full operations oversight from these consoles - that may only be done from the Central Hub, directly."

More words that Layla could only barely parse, and she decided it was easier not to. "Uh, right, okay. That's… no problem."

The statue gently gestured to an icon, and Layla followed along by tapping it. Almost immediately a second, smaller display hovered before the first, displaying what looked comically like a character selection screen from a game. "Here is where you might choose the girls you wish to attend you, Layla. Any can be provided to you under normal circumstances, and however they might take your fancy, though on your first bout I'd recommend a more modest amount."

Layla blinked. "...You want me to pick out the girls I'm supposed to bang and knock up?"

"Yes."

She puffed out her cheek. "There's something wrong about that, not going to lie."

The statue didn't seem to read her mood at all. "It is how it is always done. Would you like me to make a random selection?"

"No, it's - it's cool," Layla shrugged, shaking her head and licking her lips. "I'll just… take a look."

It was a strange prospect to be sure, and not something Layla was entirely comfortable with - she was hardly okay with her own objectification - but she couldn't deny that it was an interesting idea, all the same. It certainly made her cock tingle, and that was enough to see her swipe through the selection, marveling at how the hologram felt solid and tangible to her touches. Portraits of girls were arranged before her, and tiny little statistic-like numbers were set by their side, displaying a wide array of information from measurements to temperaments. They were all supremely good looking, too, but that wasn't even what caught her eye.

Rather, it was that each and every one of them were monstergirls - half-human, half-animal, things that she'd only seen in lewds and Hentai before. It was an impossibility, more so than the place she was in, but it was very real - and as she swiped through the many panels displaying them, she found that each and every one was some kind of monster-girl. She baulked, tongue running over her lips, fingers pausing at the portraits of the gorgeous animal hybrids that she was supposed to select so that she could fuck them.

"These are, uh, not human," she said clumsily, glancing at her marble attendants. "They're…"

"They are animal-human hybrids, yes," said the statues. "They have always been in the domain of the Throne, and to us owe their allegiance. It is… difficult to simulate humans, we confess, but these are of Our make, and serve us well." Sitta nodded smoothly. "Serve you well."

Layla was gaping at them, and all she managed was a, "Cool."

She huffed out a breath, fingers trembling over the surface. "So… they're all like this?"

"Yes."

"And I can pick any?"

"Of course."

She swallowed thickly, fingers hovering over what looked like a cat-girl - a Sphinx, the nametag read, replete with ears, furry limbs, and a tail. She hesitated, her brain struggling with what was happening, her mind caught in indecision as if she were thinking about pressing the buy button on some expensive online order. After a moment she just hissed out a, fuck it and jabbed her finger downward, and the Sphinx's selection popped up in green.

"That makes one," said Sitta, and almost in time a graphic with the Sphinx popped up on screen, next to a totally blank selection queue, labelling those that were going to be 'decanted'.

"...Okay," breathed Layla, licking her lips. "Right, so…"

Her finger hovered over the other selections, mind whirling. "Well, uh - I got a catgirl, so I guess a dog-girl is in order?"

The selection read as Anubis, and it depicted a slim-looking girl with dark fur, paws, and the ears of a desert Jackal. She looked almost proud, and very different from the sly feline. She, too, was added into the queue the moment she brushed her finger against it, and she let out another sigh.

"No so hard," she told herself, finger flicking through. Her eyes caught on a human-looking girl with green eyes and a sany complexion, and the most luscious hair she'd ever seen. But, though she looked human, her name was that of a Sand Elemental. "Uh - what's a Sand Elemental?"

"It is an Elemental for -"

Layla shook her head, and jabbed the selection. "You know what? It's fine, don't worry. I'll figure it out."

Her next choice was almost obvious to her - another human-looking girl, but labelled as a Djinn with a gorgeous shock of red hair and a warm, buttery skin tone that made Layla lick her lips. It felt odd oogling the picture of a girl that she was selecting to fuck, and it made her feel a little odd, but also terribly excited.

"So that's four," she murmured, looking over the selections. "I guess I could… Wait, shit, is that a - is that a snake-girl?"

She was extremely pleased when she saw that it was, indeed, a Lamia, an rather well-endowed individual with a body like that of a sidewinder. Her perpetual fascination with Lamia's in literature and Hentai led her to almost instantly selecting the option, and watched with satisfaction as it was added to her queue.

"Well, that's neat," she announced, snorting to herself. "That's actually pretty damn cool."

She swiped left and right, thumbing through the selections idly, biting her lip. "I think five is good, yeah?"

"As you desire, of course," said Ishnan, "but five is a good number."

Layla hummed to herself, looking past Slimes and cow-girls, harpies and other strange breeds she had no knowledge of. She briefly paused over the image of a Mermaid, an individual with dark skin and silver scales, and a body that just screamed MILF. "Yeah, I…"

She bit her lip. "Ah, fuck it - six is good. I can do six."

She hit the selection, adding the mermaid to the queue, before stepping back to make sure her curiosity - and her cock - couldn't see her add more to the list. "Alright, that's - yeah, that's good."

"Would you like to name them?" One asked, making Layla start up.

"I, uh - I don't know?"

"We can simply use ancestral blood-names, should you wish, for ease of generation."

Layla blinked blanky. "...Yeah, go with that."

The statues nodded as one. "It has been confirmed."

Ithnan gestured outward, while Ashar spoke. "Please, give us but moments, and your Harem will be with you."

Layla chuckled nervously. "Cool. Can't - can't wait."

They had filed in one by one, taking their almost reverential positions before her nervously resting body on the divan, and Sifr had announced their names and 'functions' to her - but Layla, in truth, had trouble focusing. It didn't help that each and every girl in the room stared at her like she was their new god, and whether or not that was true didn't matter to Layla. It was a deeply gratifying thing to be praised and lauded by gorgeous women, much less exotic-looking monstergirls straight out of lewd comics, and even if she didn't have a dick Layla would have been happy to dive right into them - but she did, and the way they stared at it so hungrily only cemented her willingness to indulge in her harem. It was really just icing on the cake that she was being asked to fuck and impregnate each one of them, and idea that she found so terribly attractive.

She threw herself into the action rather eagerly, though her own initiative paled in comparison to that of her harem. Honestly, Layla knew from the moment she said the words, "well, girls, who's first?" that it was a pointless question. Each and every girl in her harem looked positively ravenous, staring at her like she was some sort of nude goddess, apparently totally and utterly dedicated to her, and it showed. They'd borne her down rapidly, embracing her with soft limbs and lush curves, bodies pressed in tight. She was carried down by the thick, heavy coils of her courtly Lamia, while the cat-like form of her Sphinx quickly set itself atop her reclining body. The hands of her sand elemental and her stoic Anubis tugged at her body, caressing her in all the right ways to make her shiver and bite her lip.

Against her backside was the busty Lamia, a creature named Amira - every inch the snake woman of Layla's imagination, with a long, wide lower body bearing the sandy, spotted scales of a sidewinder, which transitioned into a pair of extremely wide hips and a narrow waist, which flared out into the torso of an extremely pretty woman. Her skin was a warm, sun-kissed colour, and her hair a honey-blonde that fell down her entire backside like a sheet. Her belly was flat and toned, almost as muscular as Layla's own, and above her taut skin was a pair of large breasts that bordered on D-cups, if not larger. They were restrained by white cloth that hugged them closely, with just a single strap reaching up and around her neck to act as a halter; something that seemed entirely unsuited to keep her chest in check, judging by the way her breastflesh dipped and squished against the cloth.

They did, however, act like plump cushions, squishing against Layla's back as she was tucked in tightly against her. Arms wrapped around her midsection, holding her in a warm embrace while her Anubis, Shula, set to work on her jawline, kissing and suckling down the fine edges and down her slender neck. She had the smallest curves out of everyone in her harem, with small and pert breasts and narrow hips. Silky gauze covered her modesty, but like the rest of them, her dark, olive-coloured skin showed up clearly through the thin cloth covering. Her chest pushed into Layla's shoulder as she set herself in nice and close, eagerly licking and sucking at the underside of her jaw, peppering it with kisses that made the explorer sigh shakily.

Her body was stroked and worshipped by Farah, the Sand Elemental. She looked like a teenage girl with her gentle, youthful curves and modest breasts, with skin the colour of desert sand and hair as dark as pitch. With her emerald green eyes she looked like a traditional Arabian beauty, but her skin was somewhat translucent, and her touch not quite solid - It was as if she was composed of real sand, and the 'flesh' of her palm dipped and bent around the contours of her body. She worked at the opposing end of her body from Shula, her mouth sweeping along the slender lines of Layla's collarbones, her tongue sweeping at the pronounced ridges. Her mouth was rough and gritty, a large difference to the jackal-girl's wet, warm lips, but it made her shiver, all the same.

Her Sphinx, Aida, had pounced upon her cock almost immediately, quickly saddling her much like Sifr had done - though they were her harem and subject to her wishes, they were clearly just as dick-hungry as everyone else Layla had encountered in the palace so far. Her cock was sheathed inside the catgirl's cunt in one smooth motion, a hard, downward thrust of her body that left them both groaning - well, Layla groaning, and the Sphinx squealing like a girl in total and utter bliss. It was the exaggerated noise Layla could associate with porn or someone really desperate to please, but Aida seemed totally and utterly honest in her pleasure, and was very vocal about it.

She bounced up and down in Layla's lap, riding her cowgirl just as Sifr had done, but it wasn't quite the same. She didn't hold herself upright and bounce up and down, but instead leaned over the explorer, hands firmly planted down on Layla's modest breasts and using them as leverage to steady herself. Her back formed a neat curve, the plump roundness of her ass jutting out as she settled herself atop Layla's new cock, her hips slamming down with eager strokes as she fucked herself onto it. Her hips moved more than her body did, her pelvis bucking as she sent her ass rising and falling in broad arcs, driving her sopping wet pussy onto her dick with self-indulgent motions that left them both groaning.

Her long, lean body was on full display above her, each limb long and slender, and her body graceful in its curvature - very feline, in Layla's opinion. Her skin was the colour of fresh caramel, a rich, even tone that was alluring to look at. Her limbs were clean and taut, her belly flat and smooth, but as she pushed herself up and down along the turgid pole of her cock muscles worked under the skin. Her copper hair was cut in a stylish bob with low fringes, and it swung around her rounded jawline as she bounced along Layla's cock, her pussy squelching and shifting wetly as the hardness plunged in comfortably deep. She was dripping wet like an ocean, as if having her master's cock inside her was the most pleasing thing she could imagine, and it bathed Layla's new member in a heat that was utterly intoxicating.

Aida's catlike ears twitched atop her head and her lion-esque tail swivelled back and forth in a rough tempo with her movements, and her sharp fangs dug into her lower lip as she smiled to herself. She took great enjoyments in the downward jabs of her hips, and she was very skilled at it, too - only her hips moved as she leaned over Layla, dropping up and down the full length of her girthy cock, taking it right down to the base on each downward slam. She held nothing back, fucking herself onto Layla with visible glee, riding hard and fast. Her cunt was warm and tight, and it felt like it had never felt the touch of a dick before - like it was fresh and new, just for Layla.

"You're an eager little thing, huh?" Layla grunted, her hands tight around Aida's tight ass. Her fingers sank into the plump meat of her rear, squeezing the perfectly rounded flesh between her rough digits. She pulled Aida onto her as she slammed down, her wide-stretched lips engulfing every last inch of the cock with unparalleled ease, and ground the cat-girl down in her lap. She lavished in the feel of her spongey cunt shifting wetly around her hard cock, relishing the way it stretched and bent around her impressive girth. Aida cried out with pleasure at the rough, inexpert motions, but she wasn't content to allow Layla to dictate the pace - like the cat she was based on, she moved at her own leisure and pace.

"Master feels so good," the Sphinx cooed, her voice low and rolling, very much like the gentle trilling of a cat. Her arms terminated in slender, golden-furred paws, and they clamped down a little bit tighter on her breasts as she slammed herself down. Layla's breasts were mauled by her tight, squeezing grasp, her dusky skin bulging out between her the digits of her paws. She supposed it was a little weird that she was having her tits squeezed by a catgirl with paws in the first place, but she wasn't going to complain when it all felt so damn good. Her cock was swimming in pleasure, the meaty length throbbing and pulsing as the Sphinx drove herself down with body-shaking force her cunt squelching and roiling as the cock delved in deep and parted her pink walls in a desperate attempt to get as deep as possible.

"Never thought I'd like the sound of that word so much," Layla chuckled breathlessly. Almost instantly she felt her Lamia's long, forked tongue tickle at the shell of her ear, her hot breath misting against the side of her face and making her shudder.

"You'll be hearing that a lot, I assure you," Amira drawled, her voice catching and holding on the 'S' noises in an extremely stereotypical and oddly alluring fashion. "Your pleasure is our pleasure, and our dedication to you is absolute."

"Most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," Layla joked. She licked her lips as she stared at Amira's fatter, plumper mouth, watching the way her tongue slipped out between the pink flesh. "So, if I asked you to kiss me…"

"It would be my pleasure," Amira purred, sliding in around to meet her lips. They connected with a soft noise, and Layla almost instantly groaned at the velvet feel of what could only be described as perfect cock-sucking lips. They moulded to Layla's mouth in an instant, the plush flesh surrounding her lips and tugging her into a deep, inviting kiss. Amira settled in comfortably close to ensure their lips remained locked nice and tight, her breasts squishing into the explorer's backside and moulding to the shape of her shoulders.

Hard fangs grazed her tender mouth, scraping against the soft skin, and Layla positively purred. The long, forked length of Amira's tongue wormed its way between her lips, reaching down to tangle with her tongue. Making out with Amira was an entirely different experience to anything she'd experienced before, that was for sure. Her tongue was so long and nimble that it snaked around her mouth even while tangling and dancing with her own, matching her pace beat for beat while thoroughly exploring the damp cavern it was buried inside. It tangled and wrapped around her tongue, sliding in lewd, circular patterns, while the tip of it continued into the depths of her mouth. It tickled at her tonsils and probed at her throat, making Layla gasp and groan against her sinfully soft, velvet lips - and the tongue slipped deeper still, reaching further than any tongue had any right to and tickling Layla in all the right ways.

The Anubis and the Slime Elemental slurped at her body while she made out with the Lamia, pressing hot, heavy kisses against her dark flesh in random patterns and rhythms. They suckled at her collarbones and kissed her breasts, pulling soft titflesh into their mouths as they kissed. Pools of saliva warmed her skin, making it grow slick and wet as their mouths travelled along, never stopping for very long and rarely landing on the same spot twice. They didn't relegate themselves to her torso, and their mouths and hands travelled up and down the length of her body, from her waistline to her arms, just moving wherever they could, however they could.

Her Sphinx slammed down on her engorged cock all the while, driving herself down with body-shaking force. Layla's body tensed and rolled each time the catgirl brought her hips down with ringing claps, the noise mingling nicely with the lewd sounds of the room. The monstergirl's slim stomach undulated as her hips rose and fell, hungrily riding the cock with near-wild abandon. Her spine formed a neat curve as she raised her ass up and down, dancing and twerking it up the dusky slab of girlcock, moving it with more finesse than Layla herself would have been able to mustur. It was like the catgirl had been designed for riding cock, as she did it so damn well that it made Layla pant and gasp into her Lamia's mouth each time the tight ass came clapping down.

Her fingers sank greedily into the soft mass, squeezing the muscular, lightly furred mound as it hammered down. Their nethers connected with a lewd slurp and a ringing clap, which sent the Sphinx's modest curves bouncing. The silky gauze that covered her chest hung down under the weight of gravity, flowing around her handfuls of breastflesh, while the one wrapped snug around her crotch waved to and fro. Her ears twitched rapidly as she drove herself down, the action mirrored by the sporadic spasms of her golden-furred tail. Layla couldn't be sure if the Sphinx was fucking for her own pleasure or for Layla's, but in the end, it hardly mattered; any amount of pleasure was enough for her cock to throb and her balls to tense up in impending release.

Propriety told her she should have warned the Sphinx that she was about to cum, but the fact that she was meant to knock all these girls up and the deep, deep tongue-lock she found herself in prevented that. It was an idle thought that was discarded as she allowed Amira to plump the depths of her throat with her long tongue, the slender, slimy muscle moving and rolling around, while Aida's snatch squeezed and clamped down around her fat prick. Pink walls squished and bent as her dick throbbed, and as if in response to her rising orgasm, the Sphinx began to ride her harder; more force to her downward impacts, and a more shallow, pronounced pace.

Layla couldn't hold out under the barrage of sensations, and she really had no wish to. Her cock was throbbing violently, her ballsack pulsating with need, and she didn't see a reason to prevent herself from ejaculating a second hot, potent load into a girl's cunt - a very fertile cunt, if her advisors were correct. Her cock throbbed powerfully once, then twice, the intensity of it making Layla's hips rise up, before the first batch of her heart, thick semen was sent pouring into the Sphinx's warm little cunt with the force of a flood. The catgirl made a happy purring noise as she was filled, her ears flicking all the way back and her tail squirming in the air.

Pump after pump of rich, hot semen poured into her clamping folds, spreading them out around the weight of all her dense baby-batter. It swept through her insides like a pressure hose, pouring into her steaming depths in hot, frothy waves that stretched the walls out around it. It was a thick, potent load meant for impregnation, and there was more than enough of it to ensure that the Sphinx was totally and utterly filled up with the white fluid, and it went to work immediately, attempting to seed the catgirl.

Layla could only grunt and groan as she came, her hips jerking and bucking upward with each pump of hot fluid she filled the young Sphinx with. Her fat balls seemed to be working overtime, sending thick spurts of semen up her meaty pipe and into Aida's sopping cunt. It was like they were trying to ensure that not a single square inch of her pussy was left untouched by her virile seed, and it worked - each pump of baby-batter made her cunt squelch and roil, the flesh squirming under the deluge of fluid, which packed tight into her body. As more and more filled her there was soon nowhere else for it to go, for her pussy was swimming with impregnating seed, and her belly began to fill out as the weight of all that liquid pushed it out.

By the time Layla was done, Aida's lower belly was swollen out with cum to such an extent that she looked a month pregnant already; a neat little baby-bump of caramel skin, with dribbles of seed leaking from her snatch. Even though she'd still received her cream filling she still ground her hips down on the ever-hard cock, and the liquids packed deep inside her folds squished wetly around the turgid pillar. It didn't last long, as the Sphinx was soon urged off of Layla's cock as the explorer rose up, lifting her body from the comfortable mass of female flesh. Her mouth pulled off of Amira's, the sinfully long tongue sliding free of her throat, and the explorer let out a content purr.

"Damn, that's amazing," Layla said, her body tingling from the pleasant sensation of ejaculation. She ran her tongue over her saliva-stained lips, relishing Amira's sweet, almost date-like taste. Aida's cunt popped off her cock with a wet noise as she flopped back, and almost immediately curled around a cushion like a lounging cat; the sudden switch in demeanor was amusing for Layla, but she only had eyes for the inflation she'd just caused, and the cum leaking from her pussy. "Maybe there's something to this whole dick thing."

Even though she'd risen up she still had the three women pressed against her curves, fitting against her like lewd puzzle pieces - breasts rubbing, waistlines touching, hands roving. Layla looked at them all in turn before looking at the other two members of her harem currently sitting out, and tapped her chin. "Now, who's next, hm?"

Another rhetorical question, because everyone wanted to be next, and other than the girls surrounding her, there were still two others to be accounted for. Her Mermaid was the first of them, and had been inside the pool the entire time, as befitted her nature - she'd even appeared in the pool when all the other girls had filed in, making use of some other entryway to swim straight in. She had been resting along the edge of the pool the entire time that Layla fucked, arms folded underneath her impressive bustline and propping herself up while she watched intently.

The lush, cinnamon-colour of her skin looked as smooth as the marble statues, and her eyes were like two pools of molten chocolate. Her hair was a shimmering silver almost like moonlight, and provided a stark, but delicious contrast to the warmth of her skin. It was long and straight, flowing into the pool and fanning out around her like a wave. Her long, fishlike tail occasionally splashed up from the water in a smooth arc, the silver scales catching the light in dazzling arrays. But, as interesting as she was, the pool seemed like a daunting prospect right then and there, and honestly, Layla's mind was already made.

Her eyes quickly focused on the reclining form of the very uman-looking Djinn, named Shadi. She appeared around Layla's age, her body young and youthful, with well-proportioned curves that were delightful for the eye to follow. She was wrapped up in silky red cloth, with a section wrapped tight around her C-cup breasts and a long, flowing loincloth resting between her plump thighs and long legs. A generous helping of gold bangles and bracelets decorated her arms while more intrinsic and thin pieces hugged her thighs, and gentle lines of beads kept her skimpy clothing tied together. However, though she appeared the most human of them, the way her limbs seemed to flicker and transition into a smokey wisp and odd crackles of fire sparked into life over her skin made the reality of her nature anything but.

She had no idea if granting wishes was within the creature's capabilities, but she was assured that she was her sole master, and she was just a willing member of her harem as the rest. That didn't stop Shadi from lazily lounging about on her side as she watched the entire goings-on with an impassive eye, but as Layla focused on her, she couldn't miss the undisguised desire in her golden orbs. Her lips, just barely visible behind the silk face mask, curled into a smirk as Layla looked at her and crooked a finger in her direction. Her body slowly unfolded from the reclining position, and she very deliberately began crawling over to Layla on her hands and knees, like a perfectly submissive pet.

Hair cascaded down her shoulders in a messy wave of fiery red, somehow looking both bedraggled and expertly done-up at the same time - as wild and cultured as fire itself. It was done up in a very loose ponytail that transitioned into a pleat two-thirds of the way down, as if Shadi had been too flippant to finish it off, and yet somehow that made it all the more attractive. All of her hair was sent slipping over her cinnamon-coloured shoulders as crawled forward seductively, her barely covered hips swinging from side to side.

"Master," the girl purred, her golden eyes twinkling as she looked up at Layla. "What wish can your Djinn fulfill?"

"Oh, I do like the sound of that," Layla replied, pulling away as best as she could from the hands of her harem. She pushed herself up onto her knees, hovering above the girl on her hands and knees. Her cock was still hard and stained with a mixture of cum and juices, which rolled down the length with glacial slowness. Layla's new cock was practically begging to be shoved into a girl's tight twat right then and there, but she had a curiosity - she wanted to know what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a dick sucking for once, and with the Djinn's face turned up toward her, she couldn't resist the temptation. "Now, what would I like…"

She grinned as she allowed her fat, throbbing length to flop down against Shadi's upturned face, resting atop her silken cheek and nestled in close against the aristocratic curve of her nose. Her eight inches were long enough to cover the length of her face, and her girth considerable enough to rest against a good portion of her cheek, and Layla found the sight to be utterly irresistible. Shadi's golden eyes crossed over as she tried to focus on the cock resting on her face, and under her silky veil, her tongue ran over her lips.

"I'd like for you to polish me off, while I decide who to fuck next."

Shadi smirked coyly. "It would be my pleasure, Master."

She blew out a puff of air, though it was composed mostly of hot, billowing steam, and tiny sparks of fire. It puffed around Layla's cock, warming the saliva-and-cum coating and making her shiver; but the intended effect of the exhale was to blow her veil out of position, and the silky red cloth blew gently in the air before falling over the side of her face. It left her ruby-red lips bare, and within seconds the soft, plush skin was pressing up against the underside of her iron-hard cock. The slight contact was well-received by her pulsating dick, and it made Layla sigh with contentment - and that seemed to please Shadi, who smirked against the beefy shaft resting against her mouth.

The underside of her cock was peppered with kisses as Shadi travelled up the length resting on her face, making no attempt to move the heavy girldick off her skin and simply sliding along. She settled further onto her haunches, sitting before Layla with her ass resting on her calves and her spine in a sharp curve. The lush hemispheres of her ass was perfectly visible from Layla's point of view, and the jutting mounds looked like two cinnamon-coloured mountains. Her ass continued waving from side to side even as she peppered the cock with kisses, as if knowing where Layla's eyes were trained and wanting to give her a show.

Since Layla hadn't shuffled far from her harem, all of them settled in comfortably close around her as she got her cock polished by the teasing Djinn. The thick coils of her Lamia wrapped around the area in vague loops, easily long enough to over a broad space. The other two girls waited patiently along her sides, watching the lewd blowjob with rapacious intent, eagerly awaiting their own turns with their new Sultana. It was enough for any girl to feel powerful, if Layla was being honest, and she felt plenty powerful in that moment.

Layla was left groaning as Shadi kissed along the cock, collecting the generous helping of baby-batter that dripped across its surface. Her lips were like cushions as they pressed against her cock, suckling at the hard, dense length as she ran her way up and down. The vascular dick slid across her smooth cheek and over her soft lips, somehow keeping it resting on her face as she tried to polish it off. She was smirking all the while, even as her lips collected white cum that she failed to take into her mouth - or, perhaps she purposely did so, to rile Layla up. It hardly mattered as she suckled at the stiff skin of the iron-hard cock, sucking up patches of cum and juices and leaving a pool of sloppy saliva in its place.

"Damn, that's good," Layla sighed, rubbing a hand through her hair. After a moment she set a hand down on Shadi's red locks, massaging the untamed waves with her fingers. "Mmmm…God, you look so hot like that, Shadi."

The Djinn's eyes flicked up to meet hers, a wink coming moments later. Her tongue slipped out between her lips at the same time and gave the girldick a long, thorough lick, covering a broad swathe of the cock at once with the pink muscle. It slipped along her shaft, the ends curling and flexing along her curvature, sweeping up a mouthful of cum-matting and sucking it in with an audible slurp. Her tongue lapped at her cock, rubbing up the side of the stiff meat and tracing along its swollen girth. She used the tip of her tongue to trace along the throbbing veins and draw patterns into the stiff flesh before returning to full-bodied licks, leaving lines of saliva across the cock with each sloppy motion of her tongue.

She pressed in close, nose nuzzling the hard cock as she laid into it with rolls and flicks of her tongue. She was as dexterous as everyone else so far, and she worked the cock with skill, nimbly running her tongue along the broad shaft and sweeping around the cum-stained inches with skill. From her submissive position she couldn't quite reach all the way around it, and the topmost sections were left relatively untouched, but her head rotated and swerved to properly get in close, her tongue licking across the dick both vertically and horizontally. Her soft lips parted and set along the swollen flanks in lewd, open-mouthed kisses, almost as if she was making out with the dusky-fleshed cock, before running her mouth along it. Her nostrils grazed the cockmeat as she worshipped it with her mouth, steadily polishing the many inches.

As if in response to the upper portions of her cock remaining untouched by her soft lips, Layla's Anubis leaned down and planted her own mouth on the upper inches of her cum-glazed cock. Layla gasped and jumped at the second pair of soft lips, now feeling two mouths working at her cock from directions - one above, the other below. As she looked down all she could see was Shula's midnight-black hair positioned above her dick, a shock of Shadi's red hair, and the very tip of her ruddy head poking into the red fringes.

She let out a shudder as she felt them both work on her dick in lewd synchrony, lips sliding up and down at matching speeds, tongues reaching out to slip and slide along the dusky inches of occkmeat. They each leaned in equally close, noses brushing the stiffness and their teeth occasionally grazing her, drawing little puffs of breath from her lips. She sighed heavily as the two cleaned her cock with worshipful licks and suckles, tongues running up and down her broad girth in lusty licks and polishing sweeps. They had her cock cleaned in no time, replacing every drop of cum and juice with thick, dripping saliva.

"Damn." Layla's hand tightened in the smokeless fire spirit's hair, and she pulled gently, tugging her away from her cock. The Djinn smirked up at her, lips curved and tongue sweeping up any of the white cum still decorating them, and Layla chuckled. The Anubis continued to run her rough tongue across the upper inches of her dick, but Layla focused on the redhead, first. "You've got a hot mouth on you - I'm going to really enjoy testing out just how deep I can go, later."

"As deep as you want, Master," Shadi drawled, staring up eagerly. Her lips rubbed against the side of the cock that was in easy reach, drawing another series of flutters from the aching length.

"Sounds just perfect." Layla grinned. "But first, let's get… you on your hands and knees."

She hauled on Shula, making the dog-girl gasp and pant needily. Her dark eyes, almost covered by her long fringes of equally dark hair, lit up at the knowledge that she was about to get her fix, while Shadi pouted exaggeratedly. She crossed her arms under her generous chest in mock protest, which drew the attention of the buxom Lamia. Amira tugged the Djinn into a tight hug, and the redhead protested half-heartedly - but all of her struggles were silenced as the Lamia's lips claimed her own in a long, deep kiss, and Layla could almost see that ridiculously long tongue plunge down into the depths of her throat.

"...That is surprisingly hot, huh," Layla noted, watching the two women kiss. It sent tingles through her body and down into her manhood, and she found particularly amusing that the stereotype of guys finding it hot when two girls made out was affecting her so intensely.

"Sultana," Shula panted, her jackal-like ears twitching and tail waving rapidly. She had hastily complied with Layla's almost passively mentioned request of getting down on her hands and knees, and she had her body braced on her firm, lightly furred limbs in moments - and while Layla watched Shadi and Amira kiss so steamily, she'd left the Anubis to rest there, ass waving and breath panting. She looked over her shoulder at Layla, her mouth parted as she breathed in quick and fast, her fringes falling about her eyes as her head tilted.

Layla grinned as she quickly set herself behind the jackal-girl, hands slamming down on the neat curve of her rump. She, like the Sphinx, had only modest curves on her body, and a tight ass that was toned from athleticism - or so it looked. Her tiny, pert breasts were held in by right cloth decorated with golden banding, and it went the same for her nethers. The black of the fabric matched the darkness of her fur and hair, which went nicely with the chestnut shade of her skin. White lines marked her flesh, like some sort of tattoos - glyphs and patterns that meant nothing to Layla, but somehow made her dick all the harder at the sight.

Shula groaned at her touch, shivering with need as Layla set herself into position behind her lightly furred hindquarters, her cock slapping down against her ass as she prepared to mount her. Her hands roughly tugged at the loincloth covering her pussy, tugging the simple banding down her legs, and clicked her tongue at the sight of undergarments protecting her core. They were tugged down with the same speed and roughness, discarded without a thought, her hands quickly returning to the tight curve of her rear.

"Geez, you're soaked, too," Layla commented, stretching apart the tight globes of the girl's ass to bear the soaked and spongy lips to her cunt. "Just like Aida - are all of you like this?"

"W-we're sensitive to your touch," Shula whined, arching her back and jutting her ass out toward Layla.

"Is that so?" Layla bit her lip. "Now, just how sensitive is that? Hey - Sifr? Would it be possible to, say, dial that up? Make her more sensitive?"

"Sultana!" Shula protested, but her statue attendants, standing a choice positions around the room, nodded in assent.

"I can be easily done, Layla."

Layla grinned. "Let's try that out, then. Let's say… double it? Or however it works."

A quick, smooth done. "It is done."

Layla blinked. "...Just like that?"

Her hands were still massaging Shula's ass, her cock slapping down between the clefts of her chestnut-coloured asscheeks, and even as she performed her idle ministrations, Shula's panting took on a new edge. Her breaths came out quicker, her whines more frequent, head lowering toward the floor and her ass jutting out further. Layla watched curiously as her reactions became more and more intense, her body almost shaking from the simple touches, and the explorer soon grinned.

"...No idea how that works, but cool." She was still smiling as she dragged her cockhead down between her ass, the bulbous head slowly grinding into the soaked mass of her outer lips, which had spread wide like petals in eagerness for her cock. "Let's try it out."

"Sulta - na!" The Anubis whined, her body bucking as she was pierced by the hard dick.

Layla huffed as she drove her hard length inside, driving into the soaked folds that were already so wide in eager acceptance. It was tight and warm and oh-so-wet, like a bath of female release - it was like pushing her cock into a pool, almost. The tightness of her inner walls wrapped around her length as it was fed inside inch by inch, and there was nary a hint of effort as she pushed every bit of her cock deep inside her pussy. There was more than enough lubrication for easy entry, and besides, Shula was so eager for her that it was like she was attempting to suck her inside.

Layla swore, resting her hands on the tight asscheeks that were soon pressed against her pelvis. It was her first time being in a position where she had control over the situation, rather than being ridden or guided by someone else, and she wanted to make full use of it. It wasn't a simple thing to move her hips back and forth in the right rhythms required for a good, hard fucking, and her previous experiments with strap-ons and being on the recieving end didn't really help her out when she had a real, fleshy cock dangling from her pelvis - but it was like some sort of subconcious instructions had been written into her body, or some biological imperative that told her how to move just right, because she found herself sinking into the back and forth motions quickly and easily.

Her cock glided in and out of the sopping wet channel, the vascular slab brushing up against sensitive spots and tender points in the jackal-girl's cunt. It sent her into whines and pants, with the Anubis lowering herself and arching her back even further in happy acceptance for the hardness filling her dripping snatch. Her tight ass filled out Layla's palms as it arched toward her, and she groped the smooth, furred, and tight assflesh as it was offered up to her. Her hips worked in and out at a smooth, slick pace, plunging into the warm, dripping folds evenly - she couldn't manage an all-out slamming yet, and she had some trouble extracting the full length of her cock on each go, but the shallow friction was delightful, all the same

She tilted her head back and sighed, biting her lip as the pleasurable sensations rolled through her. Her hips pumped and thrust, pushing comfortably deeply into the pussy, brushing up against the very deepest points before extracting back out. Her bulbous cockhead parted the tight folds that had clamped down around her cock, making way for more of her girth to follow - an obelisk of dark, dusky cockmeat, drilling into the Abubis's folds at a steady pace. The jackal-girl moaned and whined all the while, her inner walls fluttering around her impaling length, squeezing down tight whenever she got deep enough.

Layla looked off to the side, where her Lamia and Djinn were still looked in their long, thorough kiss, and she smirked at the sight of the flush-faced fire spirit. She had totally submitted to t he Lamia, her body pressed in tight and close to the snake-woman's busty body, and she looked to be kissing back just as eagerly. Her eyes drifted off to her left, where her Sphinx was still resting on her side. Her cum made a -

Layla blinked. The Sphinx's stomach had ballooned outward to a tremendous degree, far beyond what any amount of cum inflation could provide - she was literally swollen out with child, easily past the first trimester bump that Layla had saddled her with, and more into her second - or third, perhaps. Ithnan was crouched beside her, aiding her along, and even as Layla watched the swell of her caramel baby-bump got bigger, wider, filling out with that she could only assume was her child.

"H-holy shit," she swore, staring intently. "Is that -"

Ithnan looked up at her. "The seed of kings is quick and potent, and we have many ways of helping it along, besides."

Layla tried to stop hre jaw from hanging down. Her shock had made her pumping motions slow, and the jackal-girl had taken it upon herself to fuck herself back onto the rod of cockmeat, sliding her wet cunt onto the jutting pillar with eager yips and yelps. "...Weird. Definitely weird. But also... kinda hot?"

"Please!" Shula panted, absolutely desperate for her cock to keep on rutting inside her. She was like an animal in heat, desperate to get her fix, and with Layla's faltering momentum, she was horny and needy. It broke Layla from her momentary stupor, and while she kept the content-looking Sphinx and her swelling belly in her line of sight, she refocused on the Anubis.

"Don't you worry," she chuckled. "I've got you."

She reached out and grabbed the ends of Shula's ass-length black hair, and while the other hand clamped down hard on her tight ass, she lightly pulled on the makeshift reins. Not nearly hard enough to tug her head back, and it was just a light grip for use as leverage, but it made the girl howl an arch her back with glee, all the same. Her long, furred ears twitched and swivelled as Layla's cock plunged into her cunt with newfound intensity, moving a little harder and a little faster, driving her entire length into Shula's hot, steaming depths on each go. Her body rocked against her, her small ass colliding with her pelvis in fleshy claps, her cunt squelching and rolling. Her black-furred hindquarters hit hers with solid, if somewhat muffled slaps, adding to the lewd sounds filling the air.

The sight of Aida's belly filled out with her kid was a dangerously intoxicating one, Layla found. Granted, it was pretty weird to her that it was working so quickly and that she was so close to giving birth in just a few minutes since her impregnation, yet it was also very hot. It made her feel oddly powerful - potent, even, and it really made her want to just let loose inside Shula and fill her womb with her seed.

It wasn't long in coming, that was for certain, as soon Layla was reconsidering her request to have Shula's sensitivity raised. Each push and stab into her fertile depths made the Anubis howl and had her cunt clamp down painfully tight, the walls squeezing and rolling and squirming in ways that seemed more akin to a sex-toy than a living being. It was like it was trying to milk her dick for all it was worth and then some, clamping tighter and tighter and rolling along her stiffness with each body-shaking thrust. It made Layla pant and groan as the powerful contractions were exerted upon her length, while Shula whined and panted eagerily, happily, and oh-so-needily.

Shula reached her orgasm well before Layla, such was her pleasure overload. She was left squealing with each thrust and jab into her tight cunt, her body rolling and hips waving as the turgid pole plunged in comfortably deep. It was most certainly a result of her hypersensitivity by Layla's command, and in record time, and with little amount of effort on Layla's part, the Anubis reached her peak explosively. Her cunt clamped down with the force of a vice, locking her dick in tight, while it spasmed and rippled in milking motions. Layla grunted and groaned as female release poured around her shaft, her fingers tightening in the girl's luscious locks of black hair, the pleasure too much to bear.

She came at the same time, her cock throbbing and pumping even as Shula shuddered and came around her dick. Throb after throb of rich, hot semen poured through the silken channel of wetness, sloshing into the already collected pools of feminine release and turning it into a sloppy, frothy mixture. Her swollen sperm-factories churned and rolled as they sent up heavy pumps of cum through her cock and into Shula's awaiting womb, pouring potent, baby-making liquid straight into the tiny cavern right from the tap. Shula was left a groaning, moaning mess as she was filled up and impregnated, her face totally red and her eyes almost crossed from the overload of sensitivity that Layla had inflicted her with.

Layla was more concerned that she had so much cum to give, though. It was like a never-ending wave, just pouring forth into her fluttering channel at an impossible pace, stretching out the pink walls under the weight of the liquid to truly obscene lengths. Shula's belly swelled out under the density of all that hot, thick baby-batter, the chestnut skin sweeping out in a bulge that grew more pronounced by the moment. It didn't rush free or squelch out of her tightly clamped lips as it ought to, and it was like the Anubis - like all her girls- were designed to take every last drop, and soon she sported a swell like that of a first-trimester mother.

"So good," The explorer grunted, puffing out a long, low breath as she felt her orgasm subside. Her body tingled and prickled pleasantly, the afterglow of a second intense orgasm making her feel light as a feather. And yet, somehow, her balls still felt swollen, despite having just deposited a massive load inside a second girl. It was a strange sensation, and it only got more intense when she pulled her cock out of Shula's vice-tight cunt with an obscene slurp - no easy feat, given how tightly locked her dick was.

She patted the Anubis's backside. "You, uh, okay?"

Shula was still panting, her face downturned and fully flushed, looking for all the world like she'd had the most intense climax of her life. But, with all the energy of a canine, she was soon swinging herself back into action, fast enough to surprise Layla. She swept around and lowered her head down to the new Sultana's cock, pressing her greedy lips to the cum-stained surface, and Layla only groaned. She bit her lip as her rough tongue slipped across her girth, sliding through the cum matting and eagerly lapping it up, as if she were dying of thirst. Layla ran her fingers through her long black hair, brushing at her bangs, but her body was urging her to fuck, not get her dick sucked.

"Ah, wonderful," Ithnan said from just nearby, cradling what suspiciously looked like a child, swathed in the folds of her own marble-white robe. Aida the Sphinx was reclining happily and lazily, looking supremely content with herself, and Layla couldn't help but stare. The furthest wall of the room, buried beneath elaborate alcoves and swinging cloths, looked comparatively modern compared to the rest of it, with metal sheets lining the walls and thick tube-like structures. It was there that Ithnan brought the child, and Layla just raised an eyebrow.

"...Should I be concerned?" She voiced, Shula still servicing her rod.

"Certainly not," said Satti. "The vats will mature her in no time at all, but time is of absolute essence in its usage. There will be time for greeting and naming later, among more… intimate things."

"I... Don't even want to think about what that means," Layla chuckled nervously, "especially because it sounds pretty damn hot."

It did, too - it really did, despite the potentially compromised nature of the idea. It made her lust flare up and her libido surge in her veins, and the best possible recourse when that happened was to fuck it off, or so her newfound manhood assured her. She ran her tongue over her lips, eyes focused on Shadi and Amira. "Let's see what I can do with the two of you, hm?"

"Oh, yes," Amira purred, while Shadi smirked coquettishly.

"Please, do."

She pulled Shura off her cock, much to the Anubis's verbal regret, and picked herself up. She walked over to the two women confidently, her cock bobbing with each step. Like she was some sort of goddess the two rose up to meet her, the Lamia sliding up on her long, sidewinder-like body, and her Djinn bouncing up on her heels. Layla felt like she should have been putting more thought into the fact that she just had a kid with a Sphinx, or that her Anubis was starting to suspiciously swell up a bit more than her cum had created, but she couldn't - not with the two other gorgeous girls ready and waiting for her touch.

Shadi fell into her arms, moulding herself to the contours of her body, while her snake reached out for her with her own arms spread wide. Layla fell into her, making an immediate beeline for her large, abundant breasts, the one hand not wrapped around Shadi eagerly sinking into the soft, silky mass and squeezing tight. The thin white hatler that kept them in check did nothing to prevent her movements, and she was soon ripping it straight off in an effort to get access to her breasts. Her lips leaned down to latch onto a stiff nipple, tugging it between her lips and swirling it around with her tongue, gently teasing the rubbery nub. Amira made a sound like a hiss, her fingers worming their way into Layla's shoulder length hair and holding fast, tugging her in just that little bit closer.

"Oh, gosh," Layla sighed against her tit. The nipple fit her lips perfectly, and she tugged on it as she suckled away, as if attempting to draw milk that wasn't. Her tongue flicked and swirled, sweeping around the stiff protrusion, while her other hand rolled the doughy titflesh around in her palm. The sun-kissed skin bulged between her fingers as she applied pressure, the flesh squishing and bending like putty.

Layla was borne down by the both of them, and just like the entire encounter had started, she was back in Amira's coils. Her hand squeezed at her generous tit and her lips sucked at her nipple, while Shadi's fingers clasped around her meaty cock. She squeezed it firmly, making Layla's blood boil with excitement and her cock tingle with delight, and experimentally pumped her soft hand along the cock. Her girldick pressed up against the Lamia's fit belly and her bulbous crown pushed into her navel, and as Shadi's hand stroked it was sent sliding against her toned, yet silky skin.

The explorer groaned, trying to get a hold of the situation. She pulled herself away from Amira and took hold of Shadi, and the Djinn let out a mischievous giggle as she was pushed down. She tried to pull away from Layla's grasp, making the young woman let out a snort of her own and grasp tightly onto the Djinn's well-formed calves. She tugged her in against her, sliding herself over one of Shadi's legs in an attempt to keep her pinned in place, while grabbing hold of the other leg. She pulled it upward, watching with lusty desire as the Djinn's flexibility made itself known as her leg kept going and going, beyond what many could achieve. It was nearly at a ninety-degree angle when she'd brought it up all the way, and soon she was guiding it onto her shoulder, allowing it to rest there.

Shadi propped herself up on her forearms, her body rising up until it was roughly parallel with Layla's, and grinned. "How inventive, Master."

Layla made an amused noise. "You're a little minx, aren't you?"

"She is," Amira drawled, her body sliding around and once again setting itself against Layla's backside. Arms wrapped around her neck like one would for a lover, and her large, soft breasts pressed against her neck. "Perhaps we might tame her?"

"Let's see what we can do," Layla chuckled, hand grabbing a fistful of Shadi's loincloth. The fabric was soft and wispy under her fingers, barely feeling like it had any solidity to it, and when Layla tugged, the entire thin cloth snapped and ripped right off. "Well, you won't be needing this, that's for sure."

"Master!" Shadi giggled musically, her eyes dancing with desire - though any further teasing words were very quickly cut off as Layla pressed cock against her lower lips, and quickly began to push herself inside. It wasn't so easy with the straddling, almost scissoring position, but with arm wrapped all the way around the leg resting on her shoulder and the other clamped down on Shadi's hip, she was able to pull her onto her cock without much effort. The girl was needy and warm, just like the rest, and teasing though she might have seemed, she was desperate for cock, too.

The girl moaned loudly and musically as she was impaled right through by Layla's cock, her tight pussy clamped down firmly around it. They were all tight and warm, but the Djinn was significantly warmer than the others, her tunnel bathing the hard dick in a sweltering heat that made it pulsate and ache. She reasoned it was suitable for a smokeless-fire-spirit to be internally hot, but in the end, the reason hardly mattered - it was a strange and unique texture, and one that she wanted to feel more of.

Layla flexed her impressive stomach, and steadily worked her cock in and out with hard bucks of her hips. Her pelvis thumped into the Djinn's, bouncing her upward each time her cock slammed upward into her steaming hot depths. She wasn't able to bring to bear the full length of her prick given the position, but she worked with what she had and sank it in as deep as she could go, hauling Shadi onto her in synchrony with her pumping hips. The pacing was a little odd and a tiny bit clumsy, and her swollen crown bounced against inner walls and pushed out the tender pink flesh on each awkward slam, making Shadi yelp and sigh with her husky, lilting tones.

The Lamia wasn't the only one to crowd around them, and as she laid into the Djinn's sopping slit with as deep of strokes as she could manage, she found the presence of her two other girls press in beside her - her Sphinx, recently recovered from her birthing, and her Anubis, her belly almost obscenely swollen with child. It didn't seem to perturb her or slow in her in the least, and Layla couldn't resist but hold out her hand and press it against the gravid, tight surface of her chestnut-coloured baby-bump. The Anubis whined, ears flicking and tail wagging, but her voice was matched by the insistent Djinn, and Layla struggled to refocus on the task at hand.

That is, breeding these two, she mused.

Layla's eyes roved over the Djinn's dancer-like belly, admiring the sweeping curves of her waistline and the slender hole of her navel. Her cinnamon-coloured stomach flexed as the cock plunged upward into her hot hearth, little whines leaving her lips each time she was filled, and Layla stared at each flick and flex of her smooth, buttery-looking skin. Her hand lifted off her hips and pressed down against Shadi's stomach, her fingertips teasing the perfectly smooth surface, her hips bucking and her girldick driving upward hard enough to make the girl jump. Her leg flopped around on her shoulder, her foot bouncing, while the leg that Layla was sitting on tried to flex and move underneath her.

Her eyes soon focused on Shadi's plump C-cup tits, bouncing underneath her silky gauze covering. With a smirk Layla reached out and grabbed it, ripping it off with a smooth motion and tossing the now-ruined cloth aside, and Shadi moaned. "And you won't be needing this, either."

She squeezed the newly revealed tits with one hand, firmly mauling the palm-filling mound of titflesh with relish. They were more or less the size of her own, if she were to eyeball them, though somewhat softer and more pliable -perfect for squeezing and feeling up. They also jiggled pleasantly as Layla thrust into her, rocking her body and making her pelvis jerk upward, and she watched the untouched breast bounce up and down on her chest with a smirk on her lips. She breathed in nice and even as she pumped into Shadi, pacing herself as is if she were running a race, watching her curves wobble.

Her snatch seemed to warm up with each body-rocking slam into it, the wet dribbles of her arousal pleasantly hot around her cock. Layla pushed her girthy length in as far as she could manage on each go, her hips pumping upward to meet Shadi's nethers with muffled claps. Her still-swollen balls clapped against the neat curve of her ass just below, making the doughy flesh ripple outward. Her leg slipped against Layla's shoulders a few times, and it was readjusted by the ever-present Lamia, who however over Layla and made sure she kept as much breast contact as she could.

Amira pressed in tighter and closer as she pumped upward into Shadi, the scissoring position allowing her to really roll and work her hips inside, but lacking any real hard force - it enabled her, delightfully, to explore the length of her snatch, working her fat cock in and out of the squishy walls, feeling them bend and dip around her as she stretched them out. The spongy pinkness of her inner snatch pushed outward as she drove into them at odd angles, making them bulge outward in ways that had Shadi's limbs tense up and her lips let out long, husky groans that were music to the ears.

But the position wasn't one that Layla could maintain for long, and she wanted to try other things besides - namely, the Lamia that so comfortably pressed into her backside. She pushed Shadi off of her through the use of her leg at the same time that she pulled back, making the Djinn thump to the ground with a startled yelp and a needy whine, and Layla chuckled.

"That's not fair, Master," the Djinn protested, and Layla winked at her.

"You'll get a turn," She promised, "but first…"

She twisted herself around, grabbing a fistful of Amira's plentiful titflesh and tugging her roughly. "I've always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a Lamia…"

"Let me show you," Amira purred, her scales whispering against the silk-covered tile as she slithered around. She set herself front-to-front with Layla, but she didn't mount her like the few others had, but rather pulled Layla back along with her, presenting the length of her torso up to the Sultana. Layla pushed herself upward, resting high on her knees, and grabbed hold of the Lamia's ridiculously wide waist - well-suited for her slithering lifestyle, and her stomach was suitably muscular for it, but all Layla could take in was how childbearing they seemed.

And I very much want to saddle her with a child, Layla thought. The moment the thought did ring through her head she cast a glance toward the pregnant Anubis, who was cradling her now third-trimester bump with something like adoration, while one of her statue attendants hovered over her. Huh. Won't be long now.

Amira's torso came into line with hers, smoothly sliding against her. One hand rested on her shoulder while the other brushed at the white silk covering the lowermost portions of her waistline, where her sun-kissed skin transitioned into spotted scales, and Layla was delighted to find her flushed, petal-like lower lips ready and waiting for her attention. She hauled Amira against her, her cock brushing up against her lower folds and prodding at her soaked entrance, and clumsily bounced aside - but Amira had extreme control over herself, and shifted into line with her dick easily.

Hands tugged at her neck while Layla tugged at the impressively wide hips in front of her, and her dick was sent sinking right down into the very base. It was a different feel from the cunts of the other girls, more like a tunnel of clinging heat and wetness that wrapped around her dick. It was delightfully tight, almost as much as the Anubis's hard-clamping folds, squeezing down on her girlmeat and making her groan. It made her want to move hard and fast right out of the gates, though that could have just been her rising orgasm speaking - it hardly mattered, though, as her intent was to fuck, and that was what she drove toward as she pushed her cock firmly inside.

She hilted herself into the tight hole in one go, easily sinking through the liquid warmth. Because she was on her knees with Amira before her in a pesudo-standing fuck she had more control than the scissoring, and the exotic nature of the Lamia's body made her almost hover in place - Layla, therefore, was able to haul on her body and move it back and forth like a toy, aided along by the impressive musculature of her snake-half. Whenever she pulled on Amira she sank right down on her cock to the very base, her swollen, sperm-laden balls thumping against the topmost portions of her scales, while her ruddy cock-tip drilled in comfortably deep into her steaming depths.

She was tight, but her girth pushed the walls apart, filling her cunt up with hot, dense cockmeat. Layla held nothing back, not with her orgasmic release close as hand and her need roaring in her ears, and she was actively fuckig Amira like she was a toy, pulling and thrusting, slamming her down along her fat shat and burrowing every last inch inside her wet cunt. The Lamia moaned and hissed, her hands stroking Layla's shoulders and wrapping around her neck, her breasts bobbing and wobbling almost violently atop her chest as vibrations travelled through her. Her lips curved into a smile on each tremendous thrust, her fangs poking out between her plump lips, her pleasure clear.

Her honey-blonde hair waved to and fro as she was fucked hard and fast, while the bangles coating her arms caught the lighting in fanciful ways and sent it flaring outward. She cooed and groaned as her cunt was filled repeatedly by the hard spear of dark dickmeat, and she happily allowed herself to be impaled again and again, using her snake-half to slam herself down and rolling her muscular stomach to sink her cunt onto the thrusting rod. It was a cyclical and almost undulating fucking, a rhytmic motion that saw them both work in harmony, and it assaulted Layla's oversensitive dick with far too many sensations to cope with.

The leverage of Amira's hips let her really slam into her with wild abandon, driving her cock in over and over and over again with body-shaking force, making those impressive breasts wobble and quiver. Amira's hands found her head and tangled into her hair, urging her toward the breasts that fixated her, and Layla couldn't resist tugging one of those stiff nipples into her mouth again; but she didn't play with it for long, and was soon ravenously kissing up and down the mounds of soft cleavage, peppering the warm skin with sloppy, wet kisses as her hips bucked and thrust hard.

In the midst of her rutting, she once again found herself wrapped up in a pair of golden-furred arms - that of her Sphinx, who decided it would be a perfect time to slip against her sweat-streaked backside and press in close, kissing her shoulder blades with her lips. Fangs grazed her skin as Aida kissed her way down Layla's back in a rough and unintentional timing with Layla's own kissing, making her sigh and shudder. Her cock pulsated violently inside the velvet sheath it was slamming into with full-bodied strokes, her balls swirling with impending release. Furry paws slipped against her body, groping at her chest and massaging her burning muscles, making her gasp.

"Y-you're all ravenous," Layla bemoaned, her voice coming out in a strained husk, lips but an inch from Amira's plush breastflesh. She was fully focused on the back and forth motions of her hips, so much so that she just barely noticed Shula being tugged aside by the statue, right on the cusp of giving birth.

But Layla was also on the cusp - right on the edge of her release, and it stole away all concentration. It was fast in coming as she had already been well-stimulated from fucking Shadi, and she was using Amira to go for broke. That was exactly what she did, pulling the Lamia against her with growling grunts, her hips bucking and slapping against her too-wide hips and rubbing at her scales, her lips suckling at her fat breasts as she worked herself in over and over and over again.

She was still thrusting when she came, her orgasm pumping through her engorged cock like water rushing through a firehose. It spurted out into Amira's insides with the same level of force as a firehose, splashing her depths with warm, potent seed that began to cling to her inner walls with viscous intensity. Her pink walls were soon bulging out both from the density of the hard cock and all the cum that was spiralling out into her insides in silky waves and thick globs, stretching her cunt out around the combination to an obscene degree - and it kept on going, with Layla fucking right on through her release, her balls dredging up more and more cum while her cock bashed up agianst her cervix.

"Yes, oh, yes!" Amira cried, fangs sinking into her lips as she held Layla's head close to her wobbling chest, her body rolling and undulating against the explorer's athletic body. Her pussy actively milked the cock that seeded it, her fertile fields well-plowed and now fully seeded, every available inch soon distended out from all the cum pumped into it.

"Fuck, that's - that's good," the explorer grunted, eyes squeezing shut.

Layla felt the inflation of her lower stomach before she felt it - a gentle brushing of skin against hers, and then more and more contact against her firm abs, filling out and becoming more rotund with each intense spasm that rolled through her cock. She continued to cum even as her back and forth strokes rolled on into the dozens, with streams of thick cum pushing out Amira's belly until she sported a neat bump that could have been mistaken for a girl several months into pregnancy, if not more. It pushed lewdly against Layla's body, a signifier of just how much she'd cum, and of just how full her balls felt - and how much more she had to give.

Amira slumped back, panting, her body getting to work in processing the seed that had been pumped into her awaiting womb, and yet Layla was already looking for her next mark, her desire rising up and thrumming through her veins. It boiled in her ears, and she wasted no time in pulling free of the Lamia, her cock still dribbling seed and her skin stained with sweat. Aida moved around, perhaps wanting to be the next go, but all Layla did was worm her fingers into her copper-coloured bob cut and tug her in close, kissing her dominantly and powerfully, her tongue flicking around her sharp fangs and swiping over her cheeks.

Aida's eyes fluttered and she purred subvocally, the sound making Layla grin against her lips, but soon she was pulling away, once more returning to her Djinn. The girl winked and leaned back, displaying the wet furrow of her cunt, her hand teasingly tracing over her lower lips in a lewdly beckoning gesture - and Layla, in her horny state of arousal, all but leapt onto her, pushing the girl down onto her back as if she were a horny monstergirl like the rest. One hand tugged at the veil covering her lips while the other grabbed at her legs, once again hauling them up as best as she could in a remarkable display of their flexibility.

She fumbled with the veil before ripping it away entirely, and kissed the redhead powerfully on the lips. Shadi moaned against her, her voice rising up louder when Layla pulled her lip between her own and sucked on it hard. Her other hand grabbed the other leg and hauled it up as well, setting them both atop her shoulders and pushing her body upward. Shadi's tongue was too thoroughly wrapped up with her own to protest, and she did nothing as her body was tilted upward and she was locked up into what was effectively a mating press.

With her legs set up on Layla's shoulders, her pelvis turned up toward her, and her body pinned underneath her, Shadi was helpless as Layla pushed herself down into the waiting warmth of her pussy. There was no waiting, no pacing, not as Layla's furious arousal roared in her ears. She felt like a breeding machine, and she wasn't sure if it was due to the machinations of the palace and its requirements for her to spread her family line, but it didn't matter in the heat of the moment. Her single-minded desire led her to driving her cock down into the Djinn's inviting pussy without delay, and the squeal of satisfaction she earned from the feisty redhead was more than enough for her.

Down her hips went, crashing into the Djinn's proffered pussy without a hint of difficulty at all. Wet, slurpy sounds rang out as she pounded her iron-hard length inside, her pelvis crashing down against the smoother, curvier girl's body. Her lifestyle and activities made her athletic, and though she wasn't that muscular, it was more than enough to slam her cock down into the willing girl beneath her with strong, thorough strokes, hilting the full length of her cum-stained cock into her steaming depths on each go. The mating press offered her total access and a significant amount of leverage, and though there was a considerable amount of stress on her body, it wasn't enough to hold her back as she laid into the redhead with punishing thrusts and jabs.

Shadi moaned, hands wrapping themselves around Layla's neck, fingers tugging at her black hair. Layla did the same, and pulled Shadi up toward her in a greedy, lusty kiss, while her hips continued to slam down. Layla felt as if she were getting more and more into it with each pump and thrust of her body, the clumsiness she'd felt earlier was continuously fucked away as the motions of male sex became clearer in her mind. Down she went, her pumping through lush folds that gripped her comfortably tight, her hips slapping down between the cleft of Shadi's plump thighs. Her waist rested down against them on her downward strokes, her balls slapping down against the line of her sopping slit and the rounded curve of her ass. She paused for just long enough to enjoy the feel of it before pulling back again, her motions never quite ceasing, just rolling and moving over and over.

To her right Amira was already beginning to swell out with her child, her belly growing beyond the nice, neat bump she'd given her with her cum. She was resting on her thick coils almost lazily, her hands set about her stomach, golden eyes fixated on Layla's firm, machine-like motions. An attendant was already hovering over her, ready to help her out when the inevitable birth came, and Layla found herself looking forward to it. She didn't spare Amira all her focus, however, as she not only had to move her hips up and down, through the tightly clamping snatch she was constantly buried within, but she also had to contend with the two other girls around her.

Shula was already back and ready for more, her birthing having finished just meters away from Layla and her second child neatly carried off to the 'vats' for an accelerated growth. It was something that Layla could barely comprehend, but there was time for questions later, and the time for fucking was now. To that end she tugged in her Sphinx, who was still hovering over her, rubbing against her sweaty muscles like she was a cat begging for food. Layla pulled her head away from Shadi and quickly moved down, making a bee-line for Aida's engorged teat; she hadn't failed to notice that there were nice and swollen, the rubbery nipples beaded with white droplets, and the connection between pregnancy and breastmilk was something she quickly made.

She was rewarded for that connection, because when she tugged it between her lips and sucked hard like a vacuum, a surge of white liquid slipped onto her tongue. Layla groaned around the mouthful of titflesh and tugged Aida in closer, leaving the Sphinx-girl moaning as her sensitive tits were sucked. Layla worked at the stiff, sensitive nub as if she were the child and not - well, not her actual child, sucking and pulling milk into her mouth that tasted oddly sweet. All the while her cock slammed down, pumping down hard into Shadi's cunt, her thick dickhead slamming through every tight fold.

The position allowed her to work all the way down, her fat cocktip bashing right up against her cervix, enough to make Shadi truly squeal. Layla grunted hard around Aida's tit as she pounded her hips down hard, causing the Djinn's legs to bounce and flop over her shoulders as she laid into her with force. Her cock bashed up against her cervix, causing the spongy barrier to dip and bend with each pussy-shaking slam, and each one of the heady contacts sent the redhead into a moaning mess. Pink walls parted each time she drove her iron-hard length in and slammed it against the barrier to her womb, her movements becoming harder, more pronounced, almost as if Layla was subconsciously trying to break through and reach her womb.

With a deep grunt and a strained cry, Layla let herself loose in Shadi's insides, only barely keeping herself still as her orgasm rippled through her. Her cock swelled up and spasmed, ropes of cum surging out from her bulbous cocktip and plastering against the entrancfe to Shadi's womb - a thick, white pool of hyper-virile baby-batter, which was sucked up into the Djinn's vulnerable womb in no time flat. Yet, Layla's cock spat out more cum than Shadi's body could naturally deal with, and though she tried to pull in every drop of impregnating fluid that was let out inside her, it was soon overflowing the baby-making channel and drooling outward.

Like the others before her, it was soon sending her pink walls bulging outward under the weight of the liquid, stretching them out to a tremendously wide degree before Layla had even pulled out. Soon there was no way for them to cope, and her gorgeous, dark skin was soon bulging outward as the size of Layla's incredible load became too much for her body to bear. Her lower belly inflated outward, the flesh rounding out nicely, until she was sporting a baby-bump almost as large as Amira's - though not quite as serious as hers.

Yet, Layla though, licking her lips. Milk dotted them, and she pulled the sweet fluid into her mouth with greedy delight as she pulled out of Shadi's well-fucked and well-creamed snatch with an obscene slurp.

"All right then," Layla announced. "Now we've got… Farah."

The Sand Elemental, who had been just watching from atop a cushion, smiled. She hadn't assaulted Layla like her needy Sphinx and Anubis and instead settled into a cute reclining position on her front, chin propped in her hands and feet swinging behind her, and the sight - much like everything else - made Layla's body tingle. At the mention of her name and the insinuation of what was about to happen Farah began to crawl forward, slipping her body along the neat silks and cushions she rested in the middle of.

Farah rose up on her hands and knees, and then propped herself up entirely on her knees, in an attempt to properly greet her Sultana - but Layla had other things in mind. While it was well within her right to have the girl wait on her, and it certainly filled her with a truly heady sense of authority to have willing girls at her beck and call, she wasn't the passive sort at all. One of her hands grabbed the girl's modest waistline while the other wrapped in her rich, pitch-coloured waves of hair, and found the texture to be somewhat… odd. In the next moment she was tossing Farah back down to the cushions, drawing out a giggle from the cheerleader-like girl, and Layla continued by pressing her firmly into the cushions.

She pinned her down, her front against the soft silk and her backside presented to the horny explorer. She was almost entirely prone as Layla set herself over her, one hand on her waist and the other on her upper back, applying a firm amount of pressure to keep her down. But, though she looked like all the other girls, she didn't quite feel like it at all; she had a sand-like texture to her skin, a little coarse in places and not quite hard enough to mimic human skin. It dipped around her hands just a tiny amount, the flesh sinking inward and moulding to the shape of her palms and fingers.

Like a - a slime girl, Layla's mind thought. Made of… sand. Huh.

Her cock brushed down between her thighs, and the comparatively rough texture of her sand-coloured and sand-composed skin made sent strange trembles through her meat-rod. She pushed upward as she settled over Farah, and the Sand Elemental lifted her head to look up over her shoulder at the explorer. A pretty smile was on her full lips and an eager gleam in her emerald eyes, and Layla rewarded that eagerness by pushing her cock down as firmly as she could manage and sinking her cunt into the warm seal of her cunt as efficiently as she could manage.

"Ah!" Farah groaned, tossing back her mane of rich, back curls.

"Shit," Layla swore, sinking herself down further into the tight hole. It was warm and wet like the rest, but the texture was far different in every way - not so much coarse, but squishy and soft, like it was made of gelatin, or something similar. The sandy composition of Farah's body made it more like she was pushing her cock into a tunnel of sand-like slime, rather than any natural pussy, as though wetness and lubrication swept around her cock, it was very much like slime.

I might be watching too many shows with slime girls, Layla thought to herself amusedly, her teeth digging into her lip to stop herself from groaning or swearing. Whatever the sensations currently assaulting her cock were, it felt very good indeed, and Layla had no trouble in sinking herself right down to the base, feeling all the wetness and damp sand-like substance well up around her cock. There was a friction and a resistance to the liquid-filled tunnel, providing the same level of restriction that the natural tightness of all the other girls gave her, but it was hardly enough to impede her progress.

She let out a groan, despite how hard her teeth were digging into her lip. Farah's oddly textured insides caressed her entire shaft, wrapping it up in a perfect sheath of wetness and fluid that hugged her wonderfully tight. The warm, inviting flesh clung to her shaft, and a syrupy ocean greeted her rapidly descending cockmeat. It slurped out around her, but very little of it reached the floor - it all seemed to be part of Farah, and melted back into her. It felt like no sex than she had ever felt before, and even with her newfound cock, it was strange - but damned good, her mind decided fairly quickly.

"You're so hot," Layla purred, face lowering down just a bit.

"I-I'm - I'm glad," the Sand Elemental struggled to say, her mind clearly focused on the cock, and not the words being spoken. It suited Layla just fine, because she, too, was focused far more on the motions of the sex, rather than anything else.

Her hands pushed into Farah's body, and the flesh bulged and dipped as she applied pressure. Farah stared at her over her shoulder with eyes almost hazed over in delight, her plump lips parted and sighing. Her husky groans were music to Layla's ears, and they mingled nicely with the other lewd sounds coming from the room. Shula and Aida were close at hand, of course, but they had preoccupied themselves with playing with one another's milk-swollen breasts, while Shadi did much the same with Amira's now very engorged pair - they looked like they were hanging down from all the milk swirling inside them, and the Djinn was happily suckling away like a babe, lips running over with the white milk.

It was a funny thing for Layla to watch the fruits of her labour go to work on her harem, and the milk was really the least of it, for Shadi's stomach was filling out even as she watched at a rate that was truly impossible, nearing Amira's large belly-bump. It was enough for anyone to feel powerful, and Layla was subject to all of that - and she really didn't mind it at all. It made her work harder, in fact, her hips clapping down against the neat, plump curve of Farah's bubble butt, the too-squishy flesh going perfectly flat as she laid into it and then springing back up with elastic intensity when she pulled away.

Her heart-shaped ass made for the perfect cushion for her crashing hips, and the soft, sandy skin moulded to the shape of her pelvis as she crashed down. Her cock sank in to the hilt on each go, barreling past clinging lips and the syrupy mass within, the strange textures rubbing against her dick in all the right ways to make her veins throb and balls pulsate. Wet noises rang out each time she pushed herself inside, the squelches and liquidy popping loud and clear. Farah's moans were just as loud an rather girlish in nature, her exotic voice rising and falling in musical lilts. Her eyes stared at Layla with something like adoration - or lust, perhaps, Layla couldn't tell -but the conviction was clear no matter what it was, and Layla loved it.

"God, yes," Layla sighed. "You feel so good."

Not content to leave her alone for even a moment, her Sphinx and her Anubis were close at hand again, moving around and rubbing their smooth curves and furry limbs against her body as she fucked Farah in the prone-bone position. The warm, wet sheath of her pussy shifting and bubbled each time the cock pushed through the copious amount of syrupy fluid, the sandy grain rubbing up against her as she hilted her throbbing meat deep inside. With Farah in a prone-bone position beneath her it let Layla thrust and fuck at her own pace, and she was pushing down into her like she was doing pushups, with her hands firmly braced against her body and her legs outstretched.

It also left every muscle on her lean body on full display, stark and pronounced under her sweaty, dusky skin. Her well-formed legs and the neat curve of her hips were caressed by both of the other monstergirls, hands sliding up and down the sweat slicking her spine and running over her shoulders. They got up onto their knees to press against her, milky breasts squishing into her curves, hugging her close as she rammed her dick into Farah. It was like they were her cheerleaders, urging her on to fuck the Sand Elemental harder and faster, to ream out her strange cunt as much as she could and unload herself inside her.

It wasn't something that Layla needed help with, that was for sure. She fucked with single-minded intent, her bulbous cockhead moving like a battering ram and slamming through the wet, squishy contents of Farah's quim and sending it slurping out around her girth. Farah moaned and sighed, and Layla matched her beat for beat, her voice coming out in deeper growl and more lusty noises. The sand-coloured skin of Farah's ass bounced and rippled as the explorer rammed into it, and as she applied more and more force each time, the younger girl's body was pushed along the silk rug.

Farah's fingers dug into the pillows and silks surrounding her, her hair falling around her face in gorgeous waves of dark hair. Her ass pushed out to meet Layla's rapidly descending hips, causing the claps to get louder, more heady, and just what Layla wanted to hear. She breathed and sighed happily as the iron-hard length of her cock was caressed by the squishy, liquidy tunnel, every inch literally bathed in fluids. Her muscles were caressed by the two other girls, hands running over the hard, strained lines of her body, their curves soft and smooth against her aching form.

Layla got so into that her orgasm crept up on her before she'd even realized the fact, and she was still pumping her hips inside at a fast, brisk pace even as her cock swelled up in imminent release. There was nothing holding back from just letting go, however, no sense of propriety or anything silly like that, and so she didn't stop - just kept on going, sheathing her cock in to the base and using Farah's plump ass like a pillow for her hips, while her cock swelled up and began to spit out its thick load. Hearty cum spilled into the girl's strangely squishy insides, mingling in with the syrupy mass surrounding her cock.

Though it was faint, Layla could have almost sworn she saw the whiteness of her baby-batter spreading through her sandy insides, getting more and more intense with each throb of her cock. It was like Farah really was a slime girl, absorbing the cum fired into her and letting it sweep through her body in almost visible streams. It had no effect on just how much cum she could take, though, because her belly began to swell up just like the rest of the girls, her elastic skin bulging outward as rope after rope of semen was deposited inside her. All of that baby-batter sat heavily in her belly, making her cunt run with an extremely thick and molasses-like mixture that clung to her dick with viscous intensity.

Almost immediately after filling Farah with her load, the Anubis and the Sphinx began to tug at her body, desperate for their own second turns, or perhaps just needy for Layla's touch. It was nice to be so wanted, but the two appeared literally insatiable, as hungry and needy as the animals they were based on, and it made her chuckle and roll her eyes. She allowed herself to be tugged out of Farah's clinging snatch by their eager hands and happily exchanged kisses with both of them, her hands squeezing at their swollen breasts and drawing out beads of milk from their hard nipples, while Farah heaved on the floor.

More children were carried away by her attendants, and the sight of the marble statues gave her an idea. She licked her lips as she swapped gazes between Shula, Aida, and Sifr beyond, and she grinned. "Hey, Sifr?"

The statue bowed her head. "Sultana Layla?"

"What are the odds of giving Shula here," she started, slapping on of the Jackal's hanging tits, "a nice dick here, so that she can take this Sphinx off my hands?"

The two monstergirls gaped and exchanged looks in an almost comical fashion, while Sifr just nodded. "It can be done easily, Layla."

"Let's do it." Layla winked, hand ruffling her own sweaty hair. She didn't fail to notice how tired and husky her voice sounded, but she wasn't done yet. "Two birds with one stone."

Sifr nodded, and began to do… something with her hands that Layla couldn't discern. Shula was falling aside moments later, her pelvis jerking and convulsing similarly to how Layla had before, and Adia's attention was razor-focused on her. It allowed Layla to peel herself off and stand up, stretching her arms above her head, focused on the last girl in the room that she had yet to even touch. It had been easy for Layla to forget about the mermaid, what with all the intense, hard sex going on, and the many eager females receptive to her touch; but the dark-skinned fish-woman had been there the entire time, upper body propped up and set against the edge of the pool, tail flipping up and down behind her, eyes watching intently.

Layla felt a little bit bad for forgetting about her, that much was true, and she was a tiny bit sheepish as she approached, but the silver haired mermaid only smiled in an almost motherly fashion. "My turn, Sultana?"

"Of course," Layla winked. It wasn't her best attempt at flirting, admittedly, but Anisah very much was not judging.

Her smile got wider and more comfortable as Layla sat down beside her, her cock still tall and erect. Her smooth brown calves broke the waterline, sinking into the clear water which wasn't too hot nor too cold- just right. "Saving the best for last?"

Layla laughed. "This is just a good way to cool down, is all - you, me, and plenty of water."

"Mmmm, yes," Anisah purred, flashing her teeth. She pushed away from the wall and slipped over in front of Layla, her motions quick and precise. Her considerable breasts were half submerged in the pretty water, and their size had her almost leaving bow-waves as she moved. She was a bit bigger than Amira was, approaching double-D's, if Layla were to guess. They fit her kindly, more motherly appearance rather well, in Layla's opinion. The mermaid did look like the eldest out of all of them, and she had the most MILF body to fit with it.

"Let me service you first, Sultana," Anisah asked, breaking Layla from her momentary thoughts. "Let me worship you, as you deserve."

Layla licked her lips, a black eyebrow raised high. "Sure, go for it."

Anisah was already moving in, sliding her torso in between her toned legs. Her bulging sideboob slipped along her legs as she lowered herself down, her hand taking firm hold of the cock and making Layla release a gratified groan. Her fingers squeezed the girth, pressing down hard on the engorged cockmeat, while her head came down. Her plump lips came down on the head in a brief, but thorough, kiss, wrapping the sensitive glans up in the soft seal of her velvet mouth. Moments later her tongue slipped free, sliding down around the thick and bulbous crown, caressing the now over-sensitive tip with the slender muscle.

She did keep to licking, as the others had. Her head continued to move down lower, pushing more of her mouth against the tip, lips parting and jaw opening smoothly. Her fingers were still wrapped hard against her turgid meat, and they pumped and stroked even as her mouth descended, gobbling up first an inch, then two, and then more. She sank down with the same ease that every girl had shown, displaying no difficulty at all in what they were doing- presumably, they had been bred for this Express purpose, and they did not perfectly well.

Anisah's breasts squished against her pelvis as she dropped down, the copious amount of brown-skinned titflesh bending around the shape of her thighs and the base of her cock. Her balls were soon resting atop the plump cinnamon peaks as the Mermaid dropped down further, effortlessly swallowing up over half of her rod in a handful of seconds. Layla could only groan at the feel of her mouth around her hard, aching prick; it was a similar feeling to being buried inside one of their tight and warm cunts, but just different enough to be wholly distinct. She certainly had far more control over her mouth, too, for her tongue began to curl around her cock, massaging the many stiff inches with idle patterns and rotations, making her sigh.

Her hand touched down on the silver mass of hair before her, and she pushed the Mermaid down lightly, and was rewarded by the bubbling of her salvia around her dick. Her hair was softer than anything she'd felt before, and it felt as thin as gossamer. It was a delight to touch, and as she watched it bob up and down on her dick, it was as fun to watch, too. She didn't do much watching, though, as moments later she found her attention torn away by a rough shriek and a mewl, and then something more primal in its intensity.

Just behind her were her Sphinx and Anubis, going at it with feral passion. Between the jackal-girl's legs was the thick, canine-looking cock she'd asked for, and it was buried halfway inside Aida's well-fucked pussy. Sheila had somehow urged her - or forced her, judging by the lust-struck look on her face - onto her golden-furred hands and knees, and was now taking a hard dickong on the doggystyle position. Sheila held nothing back, either, and was instantly ramming her cock into the slim feline, her hips moving so fast that they almost looked like a blur; Layla wasn't sure if it was the cause of the heightened sensitivity she'd caused or the dick itself, but it was supremely fun to watch.

The Sphinx would barely take it, her body rocking and rolling against Shula, practically shaking as the black-skinned rod of fuckmeat drove into her with near-field abandon. It plowed her fields with brisk motions, and Shula panted and whined all the while, her pleasure clear. Aida moaned and purred with equal intensity, her body shaking each time the Anubis's hips smashed against her pelvis, her swollen bollocks swinging heavily beneath her. They bashed up against the cat-girl's plump folds, hitting them with as much force as the head of her canine dick was hitting her womb, and it made them both groan each time.

Anisah matched her gaze, and winked. She extracted herself off the throatful of cock and ran her tongue over her lips almost coquettishly.

"Looks like they're already getting to the fun," the Mermaid purred, pushing herself away from Layla's body and sliding a little deeper into the pool. She spread her arms wide in a beckoning gesture, breasts thrown into prominent display. "Come in and join me, Sultana. The water is just fine, I promise."

"I bet it is," Layla answered, her tone far more guttural than she would have liked. She found herself following the silver-haired Mermaid into the water almost as an unconscious thought, the water rippling around her. It felt nice and soothing against her weary, sex-strained body, but not nearly as soothing as Anisah's limbs felt when they started to pull tight around her, arms wrapping around her midsection and her long, tubular body sliding around her legs.

Layla had no idea how she was going to fuck a Mermaid, that was for certain, but Anisah had just as certainly been programmed with the correct knowledge for sex - or she was just damned good at it - and her hand was on Layla's cock in moments, guiding it into the right spot. Layla was only mildly surprised to notice that Anisah's body didn't quite transition from human to fish in a perfect sweep like the Lamia, but there was a small thighgap at the crook of her legs, as if her tail was composed of fused limbs - and therefore, there was a perfectly fuckable snatch right there between them.

"Convenient," she murmured, eyes fluttering as her swollen and ruddy tip prodded against the spongy outer lips. There was little work for her to do, for Anisah had more control and leverage in her watery domain, and she was able to use it perfectly, rising up with flicks of her tail and setting herself just above the jutting obelisk of dusky-skinned cockmeat before pushing herself down just as smoothly.

Layla gasped, eyes fluttering, as her dick was again subsumed in soft, plush flesh and a liquid warmth. Her hands set themselves firmly down on Anisah's impressively childbeearing waistline at first, holding her tight as she impaled herself on the hard shaft. She seemed eager and happy as she was filled out, her remarkably plush insides wrapping around the dick in a velvet embrace that left Layla groaning - but then, they all did, and she wasn't going to begrudge another soft cunt around her dick. Her fingers sank into the dark skin of the Mermaid's waistline as her dick sank all the way through her sopping snatch, and felt water and liquid bubble up around it.

Anisah's fishlike tail swept around her as she began to move, the long, prehensile body pressing against her waist and legs, holding her in tight. She didn't so much rise and fall as she undulated against Layla, moving like the ocean's wave and rolling herself onto the explorer. Her tight cunt squished and bent around her cock as it rubbed and ground down against her soft insides, with very little of the cock actually moving in and out because of her movements. It was a strange, cyclical fuck, and something that Layla certainly didn't expect, but in the middle of the pool and with so much body contact against her, it was utterly intoxicating.

It was also a far cry from Shula and Aida, who were in the midst of a hard, feral rutting. The jackal-girl had her black paw buried in the Sphinx's bobcut and had forced her head all the way down, cheek pressed against the cool tile and her ass raised up high, while her fat canine cock plunged in and out of her sopping warmth. The only thing keeping her from toppling down were her furry lower legs, but the strain was clear, and she looked on the verge of collapsing at any moment. Layla could see liquids fall out of her wide-stretched folds as her cunt was rammed hard, with trembles passing through her body on each hard buck of the Anubis's hips. Their tails were positively quivering, ears flicking back and forth, and neither of their eyes were open; they were fully lost to the pleasure of the act they were engaged in.

"Move those hips," Layla gasped under her breath, hands moulding to Anisah's hips and hugging her close as she slid her body back and forth. Ripples passed out around them, centered on their two rutting bodies, while splashes of water sprayed upward as the Mermaid's tail broke the surface. Droplets flung across Layla's body, wiping clean the sweaty matting and making her skin positively glisten in the smoky lighting.

"Of course," Anisah replied, her voice husky and lilting. Her breasts squished against Layla's significantly smaller pair as she pressed in close, arms hugging the explorer and keeping her comfortably close. Her breastflesh bulged out around her chest, burying her own pair in the cinnamon-coloured rolls of doughy skin, and whenever Anisah moved just right she had their nipples rubbing together in ways that made Layla hiss and bite her lip.

As nice as the undulating fucking felt, Layla still sought out more friction, more gratification. Her hands swept around from those impressively wide hips and over to cup the Mermaid's ass, which was just as large and fleshy as her doughy breasts - with the composition of her tail being some fusion of limbs, it left her with a significant and very human ass, which was a wonder to touch and squeeze. Her fingers sank deep into the brown mass, making bulges of assflesh between her clamping fingers, her palms covering broad swathes of it at a time. She used Anisah's ass as leverage to tug her forward, pushing her off the dick further than she did herself and pulled her on firmly.

"Oh, Sultana," Anisah moaned, tail whipping around.

Water roiled around the more intense motinos, bubbling up around them like some undersea beast rising to the surface. Anisah cried out, tail flipping through the water and sending it spraying upward in dazzling arcs that crashed back down on the pair of them. Layla grunted as she worked herself a little harder than she could take, fucking the older, mature Mermaid onto her spear of a cock with solid movements. Their hips connected with inaudible claps, the water between them pushing out and sucking in like a whirlpool. Anisah settled against her further and further, forcing Layla to lean back more and more, until it was like she was carrying the Mermaid in her arms, propping her up.

Anisah matched her pace, however, easily using her long and muscular body to move at the same intensity and speed that Layla moved - moreso, in fact, as the weight and density of the water had posed her no trouble. She kept control of the situation despite Layla's attempt to grab hold of it, and was soon slamming herself against Layla with vigour and gusto. She cried out in bliss as the fat length speared through her insides, stretching out her inner walls as it made its relentless march toward her womb. It hit the fleshy barrier with solid impacts, enough to make the Mermaid's eyes fluttering and fingers scratch at her wet backside.

The weight of the water was a difficult thing for Layla to work with, and she felt it build up a strain in her limbs that was more intense than anything so far - enough to make her worn and weary in no time at all. And still, she drove her hips forward with solid impacts, pushing on through the resistant water and working her length right on through her outer lips. Her pink walls bulged out as the girth stretched her out totally and utterly around it, filling her out on each solid, muffled impact of their hips. Her fingers dug deep into the plentiful meat of her ass as she slammed herself inside, hauling Anisah back onto her dick each time the Mermaid wriggled off.

The strain became telling, however, her strokes deeper and more pronounced, her climax rising - it was like each go drained her stamina further, as if the limiting factor of her perpetually-hard cock and unlimited seed was just how long she went for. And still, she fucked like she was going for broke, her hips working hard and fast and plunging all eight inches deep into Anisah's slit and bashing up against her squirming cervix in ways that made the older Mermaid cry out in bliss. Her body undulated hard, her breasts squishing down against her chest and tail writhing around her limbs, water swirling violently around them.

There was a louder cry than the Mermaid's, and as Layla rammed her hips into her fleshy body, she glanced off to the side. Shula had all but fucked Aida into the ground, her hips colliding with her ass so many times and at such force that it was red from the friction, and had succeeded in burying her thick knot inside the slender feline's cunt - the bulge of it was almost visible under the skin, but Layla reasoned it could have just been her fantasies. It did cause Shula to work her cock in slower, but she still tried to fuck with the knot inside, which slowed her progression significantly; but it didn't last for long, because it signalled her onrushing climax, and there was no holding that back.

Layla saw Shula toss her head back and groan, her ears flicking rapidly and her tail puffing out, while the Sphinx looked on the verge of passing out. While Layla had to imagine just what was happening internally, she definitely saw it happen externally, as soon the Sphinx's belly was inflating outward as the canine cock began to pump gooey lines of cum deep into her already-seeded channel. Layla watched with ravenous eyes as her smooth caramel skin bulged outward, becoming rounder and rounder by the moment, filling out as seed was pumped into straight from the tap. Not a drop dripped down her thighs with the knot in the way, and because of that, it seemed like her belly was inflating out further than Layla had managed - she almost looked half a year pregnant just from the cum, if not more.

"Yes, yes," Anisah was sighing, and Layla tried to refocus. "Do me like that, Sultana - pump a baby in me -"

"Yeah?" Layla's smirk was almost feral. "Let's - Nhg - Make a little Mermaid -"

She thrust hard one last time, and felt her partner tighten around her; both internally and externally, as her entire body tightened around her and wrapped her up in a firm embrace. Her insides fluttered and clamped down, practically milking Layla of her seed, and she was all too happy to give it - every last drop she still had was emptied out inside the buxom Mermaid, thick globs and potent streams of seed all rushing through her in a wave. With her cock buried in to the hilt, bulbous tip pressed up against her cervix, the first of the many streams poured straight into her womb straight from the source, filling it with a thick and creamy coating that was instantly rushing toward her eggs.

Layla grunted with each pulse of cum she filled her with, feeling the cavern shake and quiver around her. The white baby-batter poured down through her pink walls, gaining traction and finding purchase in the natural folds and dips. It clung to her fertile folds intensely, refusing to let go as yet more cum poured through the tunnel, running over her own cock in silky waves of impregnating fluids. Once the amount of baby-batter reached the terminal point it was pushing her lower belly out in fits and starts, stretching out the smooth, cinnamon-coloured skin into a neat bump filled with gooey semen.

"F-fuck," Layla swore, teeth tightly grit and eyes almost squeezed shut. "Fuck - damn."

She didn't pull free, not immediately, and felt herself crash down against the edge of the pool. Her head tilted back as she continued to fill up her Mermaid, who writhed and shrieked against her. Her marble attendants watched intently, hovering around as they went about their duties, with their focus prominently on the extremely gravid and pregnant Farah. The Sand Elemental had brought herself to the edge of the pool as she watched her master fuck, and the moment that Layla settled into a reclining position, weary from yet another sexual bout, she set her chin down on her shoulder and smiled.

It was mirrored by Amira, who slithered to her other side and set her curvaceous torso against her own, her tongue flicking out to lap at her water-streaked skin. Shadi, in a more rebellious action, slipped down into the water just beside her, curling up against her flank in an almost teasing manner. Layla idly grabbed at her hair, caressing lines through the messy red mass, and enjoyed the Djinn's throaty humm. The only two not present around her were Aida and Shula, but with the Anubis firmly knotted inside her, there was no room for them to move.

There were many things on Layla's mind in that moment - the many kids she'd just bred, the two on the way, the strange magic and technology on the way, the incubation vats filled with children far in front of her, and the nature of the monster girls themselves - but all of it failed to find purchase in her mind.

Time for questions later, Layla reasoned, her urges swelling inside her chest. But first…

"Who's next?" Layla announced, and chuckled as each one of her well-fucked girls - including the pregnant ones - began to chime up, voices rising in almost begging tones.

Oh yes, Layla decided, eyes focused on Farah's pregnant stomach and wondering what pregnant sex would feel like, This is a damned good find, indeed.