I moaned around his fingers as I continued to suck them, the rhythm of our movements increasing, our bodies slickening, the exertion flushing our faces. We were coming. Our cries rose in a crescendo, our motions becoming frantic, driven by the sensations roiling within us. I drove myself downward with each of Zander’s thrusts, trying to take every inch I could. I clenched around his cock and fingers, gluttonous in my need to be filled, sucking his invasions deeper into my vile innards. We heaved as one, staring rapturously into each other’s eyes, moving like a beast of four legs. We reached the apex, my body shaking and convulsing, Zander’s pressing as though trying to merge with me. He growled in my ear as he thrust upward, lifting my body off the ground, leaving me straddled across his bridge, pierced to the limit by his weapon. I shrieked my delight, my back arching, and I sprayed my release. I could feel his prostate pulsating wildly against my finger, and I massaged the organ, bringing it to a roil of spasms. Zander let out a cathartic roar, and emptied himself into my womb, sounding the final note of our symphony. We collapsed in a heap, panting with exhaustion, the dopamine soaking into our minds. The energy rush that had consumed me earlier subsided, though I could feel it still within me, as though it was a dormant beast ready to be awakened. I pulled myself off Zander, relishing the indian feeling of his hot seed running down my leg. He turned over to me, putting a loving hand on my hip, and I leaned over and pressed myself to his front, enjoying the comfort of his body on mine, our eyes locked. “Now that you got that out of your system, I’m guessing you have a lot of questions for me.” Zander said as he traced my outline with his hand. “I don’t know where to start.” I laughed. “What do you remember about your transformation? Tell me, and I’ll help you make sense of it.” “At first it was painful, like there was fire beneath my skin. I could see my heart beating through my chest, as though my flesh were paper-thin. Then my head started to ache, and all my memories flashed through my head. I remembered things I had forgotten for years, things from when I was still a baby. Then other memories came to me. These memories were not my own, and they weren’t as detailed. They were like fragments of memories, like some hallucination brought about by a fever dream. Most of them were horrible.” I stopped as I recalled the abhorrent things my past selves had endured at the hands of my own people. Such pain, such merciless hatred, and why? “Why did the high-elves do that to them -to me?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. Zander ran a thumb across my cheek, wiping the tear from my face. “You can’t know the hatred they had for you, Yavara. It wasn’t just that Alkandi split their kingdom in two, but how she did it. You know how the high-elves think about beasts. Now imagine the greatest armies in the world, the pride of a nation built upon pride, defeated and disgraced at the hands of brainless brutes, led by the abomination of your own race. Alkandi desecrated the notion of high-elf superiority over all humanoids, and indeed, brought to question if high-elves were even the superior of their own race.” “Yeah, that would do it.” I muttered, having felt that same sense of elven pride myself. “After Alkandi died, Alkandra fell to ruin.” Zander continued, “The factions that she united began to war with one another. Even her own descendants would fight each other for power. I sat with my back against the recliner facing him, continuing to formulate Plan B. If he wants a slut; I figure I will show him one. Chloe?” Here's a brief personality bio. I couldn't remember how many commercial breaks it was since I last fucked her. What else could she say? "Yeah, I guess we are. He slowed as he slid his thick cock almost out of her and slammed it back in as deeply as he could he slipped her shirt up Abby's body and she found herself grabbing his neck and lifting herself off of the bed, so he could take it all the way off of her. "I kept looking down indian at his crotch occasionally and winked when his cock looked like it was going to tear a hole through his skimpy speedo. "Everyone hates you! After careful consideration Mark guessed her as a late blooming possibly sixteen, though probably fifteen. We talked about nothing as I ate. As Micky's stream slowed down, Shana fished her hand into Micky’s panties before even stopping to think. “Ok, let’s try something different. I hope you aren’t mad at me or your mother, for the current situation.” He reached over to his side, towards something I hadn’t noticed, and retrieved a couple bottles of beer. Jake rolled over, got between her legs, and slid his cock into her hot pussy. It was the Sunday before my nips and clit were back down to their normal size and the stun gun arrived the following Wednesday.