Getting back to the inn that night was a slog. Sadie and I both quickly bathed in the spring and ate some of the remaining onion and rabbit-soup. Gob-Mommy hadn't reprimanded me for abandoning it, she could see I wasn't fit to grasp a cooking lesson.
Xar had left right after we arrived. She had other matters to attend to that she didn't elaborate on.
Where are we even going to sleep?
The bedding upstairs had rotted. Hopefully Braja and Pantsu would be shipping out all of the rubble the next morning like Xar had ordered, I was sure they could make quick work of it if they applied themselves in the same manner they'd done with my aching little hole the night before.
Especially in their oni-forms. Xar had promised them free use of my "big 3" holes, my ass, my pussy, and my mouth, for as long as I was willing. I wanted to see how far I could push my compliance, but that would have to wait. I was past exhausted.
Sadie and I found a room upstairs I assumed kobolds had laid a mat of hay within for some sort of live-stock, or they had been resting their themselves, or nesting their eggs?
Kobolds are like mini-dragons without wings right?
Usually?
Sometimes rat or dog-men?
I'd not seen whatever interpretation Ave was using here.
How did she even get us here?
Sleep claimed us. Sadie wrapped tight to my back, shivering.
Dappled sunlight pooled through the window the next morning. The ache in my pussy had dulled considerably.
Radiance magic?
There was a commotion coming from down-stairs, two deep voiced women with Amazonian bodies bickering about how best to approach manual labor. I half-expected Bura to show up any minute, find out what Xar had them doing, and raze the place to the ground. I don't know where they were in her Queendom's structure, but I imagined it wasn't very low, considering Xar's talk of nectarines and jealous overlords the night before.
Will Bura just come claim me?
I pulled Sadie's arm away, and released myself to head downstairs. The foyer's clean-up had moved along surprisingly quick, with two competing piles of collected rubble beside the doorway, Pantsu's appeared to be larger. She was claiming something about Braja's tits getting in her way.
The air between them felt charged in the best way, they were moments away from one of them getting girlified and banged by monster-cock.
I was hoping it'd be Pantsu after what she'd done to me the night before.
"Good morning Young-Mistresses Braja, Pantsu." I called to them, red Braja first and blue Pantsu second, making sure to keep those names in alphabetical order. This way I'd have an excuse if they decided to complain about who I had addressed first.
I looked like a complete wreck. I'd thought of having Pantsu relay a message to Bura, asking for a new uniform, but stitch-work was an expected skill for a maid, and I didn't want to rely too heavily on her. She might take it as consent to get whisked away and power-dicked into rolled-eye oblivion.
Mmmm.
"Mornin'," Braja said, stomping pegs off a clip of the broken bannister, she held one up, turned to Pantsu "Think you could fit one of these in your ass?"
Pantsu scanned it, "I've taken wider," she said dismissively.
"No, but length! You'd feel it in your tonsils," she made a crude thrusting motion.
Pantsu's eyes wandered, thinking in surprising depth about the ludicrous offer, "Fine, keep two or three of them."
The thing was almost a meter long.
How...Show me.
"C-can I please watch?"
Pantsu shot me a dripping-fang grin, "This for educational purposes, or are you going to touch yourself?"
"-I-I was thinking Braja could fuck me during..." I turned to her, tilting my head by the slightest amount.
"Could, would," she shrugged, tossing the pin into an empty corner.
How do you say now please to an eight foot tall demon ogress without sounding rude?
"...Will, soon?" I rubbed my thighs together, hoping for a little growth magic, maybe her thick cock would break out of its wrap...
"What like now?" She smiled, "Xar said not to dick you down until you'd put together a shopping list and we'd cleared the bottom floor.
"Would you like to clear my bottom floor first? Please Young Mistress..."
"Nope, you're cute, but I've already pumped a load into Pantsu this morning and am not willing to risk Xar blasting one of my arms off," she placed a thick mit on my shoulder.
"They take like a month to grow back. You better hurry on that list, it's not going to take us long." Pantsu added.
"Lemme give you a head start... Joshi Pantsu." Braja said, adjusting her bulge.
Poof.
Mini-Pantsu, the kimono-clad college girl with the tiny horn took her dommy-mommy self's place, "Huh!? Again!?"
"Shut up, you know you want it, and pig-tails here has got me in a way." Her red second horn pulled free, a good foot and a half of inflating meat.
Fuck... Why!?
My knees buckled as Pantsu bent herself over the stair-case's edge, "We have work to do, make it quick..."
"I'm gonna take my damn time." She gripped that little ass-cheek and spread Pantsu open. Her slit dripping blue cream.
"Okay fine, this one's not going on the score-board," Pantsu said, "I want to enjoy myself."
"You tell yourself that, I've got my own personal ledger," Braja's other hand descended to Pantsu's hole, driving in a finger the width of a grown man's wrist.
"Oooh-uh," Pantsu moaned.
I found myself on my knees, digits thrumming through my soaked folds.
"Tick-tock pig-tails." Braja said, digit-driving Pansu wild.
"Just one minute?" I pleaded, hurrying things along and thrusting three fingers into my ready hole.
"Hah!" Braja exited Pantsu, slid a good third of that massive cock in her fingers place.
"Ooahhhh-" Pantsu screamed as Braja hoisted her by the armpits, lifted, and walked her up the stairs.
Noooooo!
I was still working my pussy, but it wasn't going to be the same.
The list...But I don't want to...
"Chef!" I hoped she was watching.
SHe stood at the kitchen door, "Yeah?"
"Please..." I said, dropping my tits to the floor, presenting myself to her, fingers still rocking into it, "-I need something bigger..."
"You abandoned your pot last night. Now you get to stew."
But...
"Yes Chef... Sorry Chef..."
I clenched my knuckles as they pulled free.
"Then please let me offer my little mouth, I need to make amends..." I wheeled around on hands and knees, presenting my tongue.
"Yeah... alright," She strode over, adjusting that loincloth. I was going to scrub her with my mouth, steal the scrap of cloth and scour it white down at the spring.
Her goblin-dog slipped free, "Yes Chef, please feed me..." I wagged my hips, and scooted closer, impaling my mouth along her tip, licking slow circles around it, "Mmmm..."
Pungent and salty, I drug my tongue under her shaft, working the tongue-tip hard into his taut flesh.
Yes...Gob-Mommy...
I pushed forward, pressing her girth into the back of my throat where things got tight, gently rocking my tongue, caressing her shaft from beneath. She groaned, and grabbed me by the pig-tails, her frilled cock-head catching behind my tonsils, "Mmmph!"
I gagged, "Hueh!-" saliva flooding my mouth, getting it sloppy wet for her, drool oozing out along her shaft.
My stomach churned, and it slid further in, until my nose was buried in his cock-mane, huffing spit and musk, "Mmmmmm...mmm.,,mmm!"
Yes Chef, just-hueh!-just use me, drain your balls down my throat!
My chest was heaving, gasping.
Calm down, be her hole, learn your lesson.
She ripped it out, and I sucked in air, "Haaa-! God, more," and devoured it again, pushing my dirty little throat onto it.
Fuck my mouth pussy! Fuck it!
"Mmph-mm!" She understood my plea, and started power-rutting into my throat, groaning wild and yanking my pig-tails, There you go Gob-Mommy, get in there, I can take it!
I can take it!
Please Chef, throb in me! Blow in me!
She released, hard into the depths of my throat, yanking it out as she shot hot ropes, into my mouth, making me taste her, coating my tongue and teeth.
"Mmmmm-" Pop, "Thank you Chef..."