Daphne's Overflowing Womb and the Guild Seduction
You're stacked up, aren't you? "Shall we keep going?" "Yes, yes!"
As Daphne's thighs spread wide at my words, I immediately started shoving my cock into her pussy.
"Hngh! Hnng."
The rough scraping against her vaginal walls as my dick burrowed in brought the glans into contact with her cervix once more.
For a race built for womb sex, she needs customizing to match. Heh heh.
I swallowed a groan at the immediate twitch of her cervix the moment I stimulated it, while operating Chukgol Gong solely to maximize length.
*Squirt.*
"Haah! Hngh!"
Mana-extended to maximum from my already huge cock, even a slight push sent stimulation piercing like it would breach her cervix outright. The glans thrust unhindered through it.
Longer than before, my cock only halted its advance once her cervix clamped down on half the shaft, settling into place.
Oh... fuck.
The soft embrace of her womb on the glans, the wriggling squeeze of her cervix midway down the shaft, and the gentle vaginal walls milking the rest blended into perfect harmony. A sigh laced with faint steam escaped me unwittingly.
"Heee... ngh!"
Daphne's womb pierced in an instant, she splayed her legs wide and threw her head back in an ugly arch just like before—but the raw pleasure of the womb-fucking transmitted straight through her insides without filter. She loved it.
*Sploooosh.*
Her piss soaking my lower abdomen was proof enough.
I grinned darkly and began slowly rocking my hips.
*Squelch. Splurt.*
Her juices, piss, and my precum mingled into obscene sounds that filled the room.
As my hips pulled back, the mushroom head teased her cervix's grip before slipping free. Thrusting forward, the ridged, thick club forced it open again, plunging deep. Daphne's back bowed like a drawn bow, her gasps no longer moans but the choking death-rattles of a suffocating woman.
"Heuk! Hak!"
Her thighs quivering nonstop from her toes, the vibrations rippling through her lower belly straight to my cock, combined with her inner walls' squirming to deliver mind-shattering pleasure that nearly blew my reason away.
*Plap! Thud! Pffft!*
Lost in the novel stimulation, I pistoned wildly. My unrestrained semen blasts, guided by my shaking hands, invaded Daphne's quaking womb.
"Aaaah..."
Her lower belly gradually swelled from her elastic physiology. Semen filling the spot once occupied by her Spirit Stone before birth made her look like the familiar pregnant form. Suckling her leaking nipples, I slammed my hips harder.
Mommy. Heung.
Like a greedy child ravaging her breasts, my crushing hip thrusts didn't stop until dawn broke into morning. Greeting Tier—who'd come early out of worry for her friend—was Daphne, bucking her hips and spraying overnight creampie cum all over the bedsheets with a sloppy grin.
"G-Good... f-feels so g-good!"
"D-Daphne!"
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*Zing.*
Chilling.
Tier's glare stabbed me like a dagger.
"Mm..."
Guilty as charged, I scratched my head for a while under her pouty scowl. Letting out a small sigh, I cautiously broke the awkward air.
"Uh... how's Daphne?"
Beastkin pride made further complaints awkward, so Tier snorted softly and replied.
"She should be up around lunchtime."
"Hm... then maybe we eat out once she's awake?"
"No, can the chief go eat alone today?"
"Huh?"
Her eyes flickered with hesitant urgency as she pressed on.
"N-No bad intentions, but chief, you said last time—we all sleep together now."
"Yeah. Right."
I nodded at her fidgety cuteness, like she was overstepping the head of household's authority. She gulped and continued.
"So... I was gonna go furniture shopping with Daphne and Plang..."
Looks like my "big sis" comment had her planning to buy beds and such. Dumb but reliable as ever.
"Just say it straight. No hemming and hawing. Got it?"
"Y-Yeah!"
My hand gently stroking her head made her droopy tail wag furiously.
"Fine, since it's like this, we'll split up today. Gotta deliver loot to the guild anyway."
I shouldered the warrior trophy from the living room.
"Buy furniture, food, whatever. Okay?"
Handing her a pouch of gold from my Inventory as I prepped to leave, her eyes lit with steely resolve like a general on a critical mission. I chuckled and headed out.
"Come back safe, chief!"
Her tail wagging as she waved me off from behind.
'Come back'?
Even in this unreal world, having a place to return to loosened my lips into a natural smile. Waving back at Tier bouncing in place, tail swishing, I turned away.
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"Here's your quest reward, Berg."
The receptionist beamed, handing over the payout. Unlike the usual coppers, a hefty stack of silver coins made my lips curl.
Money's never enough. Heh heh.
Truth be told, potion buys had drained my gem sales. And...
I gave all the rest to Tier.
Even buying furniture and sundries, plenty would be left—but no plans to take it back.
She's more of a pushover than she looks.
With ample funds, Tier wouldn't get bossed by Plang. Her resourcefulness from before our first night with Daphne meant no worries.
Shoving the coins away and turning to leave, the receptionist suddenly recalled something.
"Ah! Berg."
"Yeah?"
"Master said if you have time, swing by the workshop."
"Workshop?"
"Yeah. Dwarf, so he's always there. Not the guild one today—commercial district."
"Oh... sounds good."
Her subtle wink suggested my prior arrangements had worked; she was nudging me toward something. Grinning satisfied, I slipped her a silver from the payout.
*Jingle.*
The coin vanished from my palm like magic. Amazed at her sleight-of-hand, she cleared her throat, cheeks flushing.
"Ahem. Khm."
"Heh heh heh. Looking forward to more."
"Yes. I'd love a long partnership with a gentleman like you, Berg. Hehe."
Covering her smile demurely, she pressed something into my palm. Sensing the intent in her eyes, I glanced at it naturally before pocketing.
This slut.
Despite knowing my party's all lovers and her being married, her unfiltered sex appeal drew a dark chuckle.
"Tonight work?"
She licked her lips seductively at my directness.
"Just say the word, anytime. Hehe."
"Party's got plans, so evening's good for me."
"Perfect. I was gonna grab ingredients anyway."
Her taken "date" dangled the silver I'd given.
"Ha! Haha!"
"Hehe. I'll be waiting."
"Yeah. Yeah. Heh heh."
The seamless play—like a scripted act—left me laughing in amused disbelief. Finding her plump, lip-smacking eagerness cute, I grinned nonstop leaving the guild.
Joy till evening, so per her words, time to visit the master.
Let's see how long that smug face lasts. Heh heh.
