Chapter 2 - Watching You

Ciri’s eyes could barely see the massive cock swaying lazily between the women’s legs. It was like a snake hypnotizing its prey, slowly mouthing back and forth.

She slowly crept down the passage, hiding in the shadows, and peeking around to stalagmites. The second Kikimore wasted no time in mounting the strange woman as the first skittered off into the darkness.

The woman was on all fours, elbows and knees spread outward as she bent over, spine curved slightly upward, arching her back. Her elbows were down, and her knees were up, exposing the curve of her hips and ass. She pushes back on them. A long string of drool dripped out of her mouth and onto the cavern floor. Her thick lips were slightly parted in a perpetual gasp. The creatures hovered around her as if waiting for something.

Ciri stopped and watched, her breath quickened and every nerve in her body was tingling from her head to her toes. Her hand skimmed across her breast and slipped beneath the torn fabric of her tunic towards her modest, but firm breast, wriggling in frustration as she traced the outline of her nipple teasing it to a hard point and felt how herself becoming wet at against the rough texture against her sensitive flesh. The shame of arousal stirring her desire even more.

Each thrust pushed her shuddering body forward. Her round, plump cheeks spread by their thick cocks, threatening to split it apart. The creatures used their medial limbs to keep her legs spread and body pinned as they plunged into her quivering body.

Ciri heard the woman moan in a soft voice as she shifted her hips back to meet each thrust of the bug's greasy, slimy cock and moved in time with it bring forth a chorus of audible squelching and the sound of flesh carapace against flesh.

Yes!... please! Use my body! The desperation in the woman’s voice echoed in Ciri’s head as the thudding sound of carapace against flesh filled the room. Back and forth she moved, thrusting her hips to match the timing of the creature’s cock slamming into her, Ciri could hear its breathing as it shrieked and pushed forward, impaling the woman on its throbbing cock as young woman screamed in pleasure only to be overtaken the sounds of thick sludge spilling into her cunt . ***

Ciri continued to watch transfixed, biting her lip as she watched debauchery unfold. She had experienced many lovers in her lifetime, and her curiosity ran rampant in her mind as the air thickened around her. She barely noticed the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, as her body got warmer with each passing moment.

The creature dismounted unceremoniously as another Kikkamor took its place blocking her view, yet her focus was no longer on the woman but the phallus of the creature as it withdrew. It reminded of a snake and though only partially erect she could see it was nearly as long as her forearm, and just as thick.

A wave of revulsion swept over her, but she still could not look away from the pulsing phallus swaying before her. It seemed almost to mock her with its flexibility, still semi-erect and yet longer than any man she had ever seen.

it looked like an elaborate organic bass instrument more than a phallus with a transparent dark flesh tinged with blue and violet and adorned with striations of black-veiny musculature running down the length of its shaft to the base of a fleshy bulb. The creature's cockhead resembled a teapot, without its lid. A large flowering dome from which it belched thick gouts of slime coupled with a spout seemed to writhe independently spraying sticky threads of what she assumed to be pre-ejaculatory fluid.

Ciri worked in a brothel for nearly half a year, she was quite familiar with all shapes in sizes, but never has she seen something simultaneously so grotesque and erotic. It seemed this creature was designed for pleasure to her.

She was imagining what it would feel like inside her, it's fleshy spout writing against that secret spot inside her... spraying its thick potent fluids into her core before unloading a cannonball of scalding hot cum inside her!

Ciri almost yelped as she rolled her nipple between her fingers, a small rivulet of fluid wetting her fingertips. The air around her was stifling and her face was hot. She had to get out of the cavern, she needed fresh air and cool water to soothe her burning skin. The thought of water brought to mind to that dripping fluid that oozed from the creature just a few paces away.

Ciri tore her eyes away from the Kikimore looking for the woman once more. Ciri couldn't see because the woman had her head turned to the side and down, she wanted to look away, but something compelled her to watch as another Kikkamor thrust its cock forward towards the woman's face with a hiss.

with one arm being used to support herself, her other hand gripped the base of the shaft and squeezed just hard enough to make the creature squirm and stiffen. Coaxing the insect's cockhead to flower open and a gush of pastel-white fluid to splatter her face and her hand.

Ciri's eyes widened at the skill at which the busty woman pleasured not one, but two dangerous monsters. A twinge of jealously creeping into her subconscious as she looked at the woman's quivering breasts, the warm glow of her flushed skin, and her rolling hips. A drop of sweat trickled down her cleavage and made Ciri stare even harder. She had never seen anyone do such a thing, and yet the woman was far from content it seemed.


With the confidence of a 12-oren-whore (currency) The mysterious woman began to flick her tongue against the creatures secondary aedeagi, causing it curl backward as if trying to crawl forward.

Again, Ciri found herself imagining what that that tendril would feel like inside her. Ciri's hand lingered between her legs as she ran though todays' events in her mind again and loosened the straps of her leather pants.

Ciri could almost feel the slick, wet tendril sliding inside her as she arched her back and moaned softly. She imagined the creature pushing deep into her, stretching, and filling her in ways no man ever could.

Ciri ran her fingers over her clit as she pictured that thick, pulsing appendage as it slowly crept inside her. The smaller tendril stopping just outside her lips as it writhed against her clit.

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The mysterious woman continued her ministrations on the creature's secondary phallus sucking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it as if kissing a lover, the creature had already climaxed once, but she lusted for something more...

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Ciri started to finger herself, as she imagined creature beginning to thrust inside, but unable to pass the tightness of her lips as the tendril caught against now engorged clit. "Mmmm harder..." she would say as the creature's frustration built, and he pushed slightly harder, smashing his tendril against her clit over and over again as she pumped her hand faster, striking her the hood of her clit with her palm as she arched her back.

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The mysterious woman began to stroke faster now and suck harder. The writing organ in her mouth becoming swollen and rigid before quivering with a rapidity that numbed her tongue.

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Ciri continued to play out her little fantasy in her head the scene below only serving to fuel her considerable lust. "Harder, I want it inside me..." she whispered to herself as she imagined the amount of force necessary to push its considerable girth inside her. Ciri inserted a second finger then a third as she began to stroke the rough spot on the roof of her cunt. Making a wet slapping sound with each thrust of her fingers as threw her head back in ecstasy and cried out.

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A sticky sheen of pastel-white slime oozed into the mysterious woman's face as the creature was pushed to a second orgasm, the phallus in her mouth releasing its shimmering psychoactive load inside her greedy mouth, and the larger orifice disgorged a bountiful load of creamy bug jizz in arch across her tits.

The psychoactive compounds in the shimmering fluid immediately making her cum, as the insect in her pussy hilted himself insider her and did the same. Making her tremble in ecstasy as her ears perked at the sound of another's pleasure echoing off the cavern walls.

Colors swirled about her head as she saw a lurid swarm hatching from her own burgeoning womb and heard the majesty of their first cries into the world, a shrieking chorus not unlike the one the creature had just issued forth. She felt like she was melting into the creatures as the insect impaled itself inside her. Her breasts felt like they were floating as she glanced down and saw them leaking glowing blue milk, and she looked upwards as her euphoric haze enveloped her, spying the form of an ashen-haired woman pleasured herself on the rocky outcropping above... she smiled as she collapsed backwards, and said "Mmm... a visitor"...

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Ciri was far from finished, she had trained a Kear Morhen, ran the battlements, and gauntlets there since she was 13 years old. She had the endurance of a warrior.

Ciri began hips bucked and rolled as she her fingers dug at her inner hot spot, fantasizing the creatures hooked tendril scraping inside her while its massive girth pummeled her cervix... "Fuck... your cock is so disgusting and big..." she murmured to herself lost in the throes of her own debauchery. "Yeah, don't stop, stretch my pussy, make it yours..." She moaned in desperation.

Ciri began to picture more depraved scenarios, masturbating as she pumped her hand faster. Feeling the warm fluid gushing from her lower lips, and down legs, soaking her dark leather pants. She moaned and gasped as her secretions dripped from between her thighs, splashing against the floor of the cave . ***

She pictured herself on her back with a second insect perched on her chest as it fucked her throat, and she held its mouth it to her small breasts; Her free hand mauling her breast as she imagined the creatures engulfing it in it's entirely. While the other thrust between her legs. She came as she gave herself over to the strange turn of events, gasping as her tongue lolled from her mouth and eyes crossed... She laid there quietly after that... her lust partially satiated for the moment.

Ciri sat up as she went to peer over the edge once again. The woman was still there, yet something had changed. She was staring right at her! Ciri's face flushed with embarrassment, had she seen... had she seen her pleasure herself...

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Dalla watched Ciri from the chasm below as she brought herself to pleasure. "Had the Kikimore brought others from the village, it wouldn't be the first time, she had been alone for three days herself before one by one, more of the village maidens had arrived. Though she didn't look like a villager, no... she would have remembered a woman of that stature, her hair alone... Silver like the steel her father used to forge before he passed. ***

Still, did it matter where she came from? She thought to herself. She was here now and seemed to be of like mind. All the village girls where of like minds now, except Fellopi, she alone seemed immune to the charms of these creatures. The Kikimore had done them a service… rescuing us from the monotony of survival and plunging us into service for the hive. Dalla understood her true purpose now... her higher calling… It wasn't about her... it was about us... the proverbial we... Some of the other girls resisted at first, but not her. She had become something more. A priestess of The One in a manner of speaking.

Priestess Dalla, it had a nice ring to it... far better than "Dog-Whore-Dall" as some of the village men would refer to her. *** Up there she was no-one, but here in the darkness, she was an envoy to something greater, and as an envoy it was her duty to welcome Queen's new guest, but it would be impolite to interrupt.

Instead choosing to patiently wait until the ashen haired woman was finished.

Ciri blushed with embarrassment as she attempted to regain her composure. She became aware of her body, of her hands and face. Even her heart was beating with a faster-than-normal pace. It was a strange feeling, to be watched and known in such an intimate way, but Ciri found herself not minding it in the slightest. On the contrary, she found it... thrilling.

"Welcome to our humble abode" Dalla spoke up once Ciri had finally finished. "I am Priestess Dalla, and you are?" the woman said coyly. Her skin flushed and glistening from the vigorous breeding she had just received.

Ciri barely noticed the drone as her focused narrowed at the sight of the thick, glorious load oozing from the woman's gaping snatch. She could feel her own heat, burning and wet and anxious to be filled as she stared longingly at the now sticky overflow gushing from her now abused cunni.

"Well now... don't be shy now, I've seen you watching me" she mocked suggestively as he rubbed her belly, smearing the sticky afterglow of breeding secretions across her body, pressing gently on her belly button, and causing a small gush of bug-cum to dribble forth. Ciri's mouth watered as the she strange woman spoke again...

"Don't worry they won't hurt you... they are only drones..." Ciri looked towards her and shook her head no. Though her feet carried her froward as took a tentative step forward towards the edge, the faint glow of the mushroom cavern unveiling her form... The woman spoke again... "My name's Dalla, did they take you from the village?"

Ciri finally found her words... "I. I... I'm here to rescue you..." She stammered, like dullard. "I don't need rescuing; they aren't hurting me..." Dalla replied matter-of-factly "I can understand why you might think that, but I'm not here against my will, far from it in fact..." She continued as her tone turned mischievous.

Ciri was at a loss for words, she had heard of this sort of thing before, where prisoners begin the fall in love with their captors. Still, she was sure there was more a play here than that. Her curiosity would not be slated so easily.

"Come... come to me, and we can talk. Are you thirsty? The heat down here can be quite oppressive" She implored her.

Ciri's pussy twitched with a delicious ache. Her body was tiring, but she couldn't stop now. Dalla lay beneath her, looking up through half-lidded eyes. One malicious, fang-filled grin grew across her face as her hips bucked up against Ciri's, who's arousal had soaked her trousers long ago and was now gluing the fabric to the wet lips of her pussy. She squeaked quietly and reached out to help Dalla to her feet. Instead, the woman pulled her atop, and embraced her. Ciri felt a cold lump of fear form in her stomach. She didn't want this woman to touch her, to taste her lust for what she had denied herself for so long. She wanted to push Dalla away and run from the tent, from all the eyes staring at them from outside. She wanted to run from herself, from all of this… Her lips parted, tongues reaching out towards each other's in the passion of the moment. Her eyes closed, and she found her parched lips against Dalla's own, and covered in that musky taste of the Kikimore cum… Yet she didn't pull away…

Ciri was caught off guard as Dalla kissed her, but soon found herself lost in the sensation. Dalla's tongue seemed to know just how to deepen the kiss, how to tease just behind Ciri's lips, how to push up into her mouth. They kissed for a long time, rolling, grasping, and tasting each other's mouth, each woman hungrily trying to take in as much of the other's essence as they could. Dalla's hand caressed up her thigh and her thin fingers slowly crept into her leather pants, down past her puffy lips making Ciri gasped with delight. Ciri broke the kiss, a slimy string of cum bridging the gap between them. "Everything feels ngh... more... intense Mmm" she says breathily. "Would you mind... would you mind helping me… help me... helping me to take this off?"

Giggling, Dalla looped her thumbs into the belt of Ciri's tunic and began to pull it off, revealing naked shoulders. Ciri's heart started pounding; she was nervous and excited. Ciri's expression slowly became seductive as she watched Dalla gently pull her tunic down her shoulders and throw it aside. Dalla felt the heat rising in her body, moving from the tips of her toes up to her cheeks and straining between her legs. She ran her hands over Ciri's ribs and stomach, feeling the slender woman's curves. Ciri put her hands on Dalla's hips and pushed her back a few inches; she was still smiling a coy, seductive smile. Ciri dropped her jacket to the floor, then opened the clasp that kept her tunic on. Her face flushed bright red as she felt the clasp give way; Letting it fall around her and looked at Dalla, invitingly holding out her arms towards her. Her breast were full, though not so large as her own. But and firm, with small pink nipples that were already erect.

Ciri moaned again as Dalla's hands reached around her back and pulled her close. Her lips found Ciri's neck, and she kissed it, tasting the sweat on the smooth skin. Ciri squirmed beneath her, still moaning softly.

Dalla kissed the side of Ciri's throat, then nipped at her earlobe. Ciri moaned louder. "I need you inside me," she whispered huskily. "Please! I need you inside me!"

Dalla's hand slipped into the girls' pants once again, sliding into the warm wetness, Ciri moaned loudly, an orgasm struck her hard, her body convulsing as cum squirted onto Dalla's fingers. She lay still recovering from the orgasm. Dalla licked her fingers, her eyes alight with more than simple lust.
Dalla kissed the side of Ciri's throat, then nipped at her earlobe. Ciri moaned louder. "I need you inside me," she whispered huskily. "Please! I need you inside me!"

Dalla's hand slipped into the girls' pants once again, sliding into the warm wetness, Ciri moaned loudly, an orgasm struck her hard, her body convulsing as cum squirted onto Dalla's fingers. She lay still recovering from the orgasm. Dalla licked her fingers, her eyes alight with more than simple lust.

What... what's happening? She could see... the darkness was lessened somehow, but not truly. She looked down at Dalla, her brow furrowed. What was happening? The toxin induced euphoria coupled with her orgasm unlocked senses inside her and gave her the ability to see in the dark. She can suddenly see every detail in the room, even in the darkness. She can see the motes of dust floating in the air, as the cave suddenly began to glow. She could see... strange shapes forming in the dark. The cave was lessening its true darkness but wasn't truly lit by any light. She can feel the energy of everything around her, pulsing and throbbing.

The creature's semen must contain some hallucinogenic compounds, or was she so dehydrated she was losing it? Whatever the case, it seemed to enhance her senses, particularly her sense of smell. She could smell that there were Kikkamor pheromones all over this room; they had marked the room as a location where food might be found. What's more is she could smell Dalla. The complex scent of lust and desire that wafted from between Dalla's legs and permeated her mind. The result was a disturbing urge for lurid sex.

Her thoughts interrupted again by Dalla "It's okay, it made me feel funny too, I like it, it makes see, and feel things... I never knew I could. Try some... She gestures between her spread legs now oozing, & Ciri's mouth watered with anticipation... She was so thirsty, and yet still she found herself apprehensive...

Her training... she must remember her training... never dive head long into the thick of things... instead test the waters first, and wait for the opportune moment... Vesemir's words echoed in her mind as she tentatively moved her hand between Dalla's thighs... "Here, I'll help you..." Dalla' cooed as her own hand reached out and spread her damp folds open to the cool evening air, revealing the swollen, juicy lips of her cunt.

Dalla's offer was clear, and there was no denying that she wanted to experience what the creature's fluids had to offer. She crawled towards Dalla on all fours, her body shaking with desire. Her arousal swelled in her belly like a warm, pulsing wave of happiness. She wanted that bond. She wanted that feeling. When she reached her, she hesitated for only a moment as she took in the sight and smell of her sex partner before tentatively plunging her fingers into Dalla's sopping cum-filled hole and gently scooped out a clumpy load of bug-semen.

The cloudy fluid felt cool as it rolled around her knuckles and coated her hands, sending a cascade of goosebumps down her arms. Gods she was so hot, in more ways than one...

“Go on,” Dalla encouraged. “Taste it.” Ciri hesitated for a moment, then stuck her tongue out to dab at the cool, cloudy liquid coating her fingertips. As soon as it touched her tongue, she felt her heart swell and a shiver ran down her spine. Before she knew what was happening, she’d stuck two fingers covered with the cum inside of her mouth and started sucking on them greedily. The taste was indescribable, but the way it made her body tingle was enough to convince her she had made the right decision, there was no turning back now...

Ciri watched as she Dalla squirmed and moaned softly. A proverbial vision of wanton desire, lying puddle of semen and spreading her legs for Ciri. She almost couldn't stop herself from throwing her mouth over Dalla's sex and sending her tongue into the slick warmth within, but she held back and purred with excitement as the soft lichen tickled her bare skin, the light aroma of its sweetness filling her head. She placed a hand on Dalla's thigh, its coolness contrasting with the caverns' heat.

A gentle breeze tickled her sensitive ears and made them twitch like a cat's. She could feel Dalla's warm labia against her fingertips and wanted nothing more than to plunge her whole hand inside, but she waited. Drawing out the moment like a languorous caress of her tongue, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Dalla's sex. The taste was perfect. Sweet and tart like buttered cherries, with a pinch of salt.

Her fingers drew out Dalla's lips even further as the other hand pressed inwards with a series of short prods from her index finger. If Ciri wasn't so entranced by what she is doing and how it made her body tingle with delight in a way she had never known before, she may have noticed how much cooler she had become as well as how juices were steadily dripping from within.

But all she cared about in that moment was bringing her friend the same pleasure she herself was feeling. She added a second finger, pushing in as far as they would go and curling them upwards to stroke that sensitive inner spot. Dalla's hips bucked off the ground and she cried out, her fingers clutching at Ciri's wrists as she rode out the wave of pleasure.

Ciri grinned and quickened the pace of her ministrations, delighted at how easily she could make her friend come undone. She added a third finger, pushing even further into her as she continues to stroke that magical spot inside her. Dalla was moaning now, her whole-body quivering in ecstasy, and Ciri took it as her cue to increase the speed of her thrusts even more. It was all too much for Dalla, who arched her back off the ground and came hard, crying out in pleasure as she did so.

Ciri reveled in the feeling of her friend's orgasm, the pulsing and contracting of her inner walls around her fingers as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She slowly withdrew her fingers, licking them clean as she did so before crawling up next to Dalla and wrapping her arms around her.

Ciri reclined backwards with Dalla in her arms, a satisfied smile spread on her face. Her hand snaking through the air grasping her own breast. She felt Dalla's tongue, like warm silk on her belly. As Dalla began to slide Ciri out of the skin-tight leather pants, Ciri felt a rush of heat surge through her body. She moaned and clawed at her own breast and then took one into her mouth, letting her tongue dance on the hardening nipple.

From deep within her loins something was boiling over. She needed to cool off before she caught fire! -- at least that's what it felt like. A thin layer of sweat had already broken out across her golden skin, but she couldn't let go of her breasts. Then it hit her. She needed the touch, the virile seed of the Kikkamor, to cool herself down.

Dalla sat upright and cast a mischievous look over Ciri's body. Her hands slowly moved down to the waistband of Ciri's unmentionables and slowly began to pull them down.

Dalla continued to explore Ciri's body, trailing her fingers over every inch, marking her with a slick trail of bug semen. Her fingers, coated in the slimy fluid, lingered over Ciri's nipples and peaked them, making her shiver. "Yessss!" she gasped as her fingers discovered every dip and divot that made Ciri so special and unique. She paused as her hands passed over the little details that made up the story of a survivor, scarred, blemished, and burned, yet soft and supple where it was required. Her hips flared gently from her narrow waist, her skin was soft, supple, and moist with sweat. Dalla ran her fingers up the delicate curve of Ciri's spine, feeling the strong muscles relax beneath her lover's skin. She marveled at the perfection of Ciri's form and was filled with a sense of wonder at the natural beauty of her body.

Dalla's hands came to rest on Ciri's buttocks, which were as deceptively soft as they were firm. She pressed her lips against Ciri's, kissing her deeply and passionately. Slowly, she kissed down Ciri's neck and collar bone, pausing to nip and tease at the tender flesh. Ciri arched her back, allowing Dalla to continue her ministrations. The feeling Ciri felt inside was building to a pitch that was almost unbearable. It had built slowly but now it threatened to explode within her.

Dalla moved to Ciri's breasts, kissing her nipples tenderly and lovingly before running a large tongue around the areola. She teased them with kisses, each touch bringing a shock through the young woman that coursed from her breasts down to the hot, dark place between her legs. It was if it had been waiting for Dalla's touch all along and now she felt it awakening with potent desire. Dalla's hand moved to Ciri's breast, rubbing it gently as she kissed it.

She could smell the faint scent of the Kikimore that still clung to her lips. She could hear her heavy breath quicken with desire as she teased Ciri with tender caresses and deep kisses.

Dalla moved lower, kissing Ciri on her stomach, then on her hips. Ciri let out a faint cry of surprise as Dalla gently spread her legs apart Ciri arched her back and moaned as Dalla began to kiss her breasts. She hadn't felt the touch of a woman since Mistle, and she didn't know how much longer she could stand it.

Ciri's heart fluttered with excitement. She felt Dalla breathe on her womanhood, her hot breath tickling her moist lips. She could not suppress a moan as Dalla kissed her all over down there, and Ciri's moans became louder. Her tongue was warm and slimy. It sent shivers through Ciri's body.

Tentatively Dalla's tongue touched Ciri's outer lips, teasing her, before lapping at her entrance. Ciri couldn't believe the feeling of Dalla's tongue licking her sex. She felt Dalla's tongue circle her outer lips, teasing her as she moaned loudly.

Ciri fought back the urge to scream in pleasure. "Uh... ah... ah..." she moaned instead, her fingers gripping the rough crevices of the cave on which they now lay. She was slick with desire, her body shuddering in anticipation. Dalla's tongue plunged inside her, and Ciri gasped. "Dalla, I... I'm coming... I... uh..." she moaned again.

"Cum for me, and let the others hear you," Dalla said, her tongue lapping at Ciri's entrance, her fingers rubbing Ciri's clit. "Uh! Ah! Ah!" Ciri cried out. The orgasm peaked, and she shuddered as she released. Warmth spread through her body, and her muscles relaxed. She lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"You taste so good," Dalla said, licking her lips. "Do you want more? I can make you come again."

"No," Ciri panted. "That was... that was... I don't... I never felt like that." She panted a few more times. "I feel good."

"I'm glad you like it," Dalla said with a smile.

Ciri lay on her back staring at the cavern ceiling as Dalla climbed over her straddling her thin waist between her glistening thighs, the warm bugcum continued dripping from Dalla onto Ciri, the glistening pool covering her stomach. With her arm, she began scooping up the frothy liquid and smearing it over her breasts. Dalla sat atop her and kissed all over her face, and neck. Then slowly she lowered her head towards Ciri's breasts, and kissed over them, one at a time, tasting the warm cum that coated them. Ciri moaned softly as Dalla sucked each nipple in turn.

Do you think I could have another taste? Ciri said coyly as she looked into Dalla eyes. Mmmmm yes! Dalla said playfully as she shuffled forward pulled Ciri's head between her legs and ground her hips against Ciri's face. Ciri eagerly licked and nipped at Dalla's juicy folds, before diving in with her dexterous tongue and spreading them apart and licked up the cum that had pooled inside of them.


"Ohhh yesss!! Ohhh please yes!!" moaned Dalla, her hips bucking wildly against Ciri's mouth. She could feel Dalla's thighs tensing and contracting as she rolled through orgasm after orgasm. Ciri's mind reeling as the intoxicating fluid began coursing through her veins.

Ciri took the violent motions like a lover, her hands gripping the young woman's hips to keep her firmly in place. Her tongue lashing out of her mouth to lap up the gushing fluids. The girl's juices were sweet and tangy but mixed with that of the creature's semen it had no earthly comparison. Ciri could feel Dalla's thighs tensing and contracting with orgasm after orgasm. A hot load of bugcum squirted out onto Ciri's mouth, as she eagerly lapped it up with her tongue.

Dalla leaned her head back, urging Ciri to continue. "Mmmm, yes, lick it," Dalla moaned as she felt Ciri's tongue on her mound. Dalla's fingers ran through Dalla's hair as the Kikkamor woman began to slurp up her juices.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," Ciri said as she licked her way up to a passionate kiss with Dalla. Dalla and Ciri smacked their lips together, slipping the thick Kikkamor sperm between their mouths.

"What was your name again?" Dalla murmured as her fingers coiled around Ciri's hair. Ciri giggled and playfully bit Dalla's lip, "Ciri," she said flirtatiously. "So, Ciri... is that normally how you rescue people?" Dalla spoke with a hint of sarcasm as she looked down at Ciri's crotch.

"No, I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't resist," Ciri said with a smile as she quickly popped her fingers into her mouth, "I see you like the taste of bugcum" she stated coyly "It makes you feel different, doesn't it? Like you're more than yourself..." Ciri barely heard her words as the psychoactive toxins warped her senses, opening her to pleasures long forgotten. "Kiss me" Ciri begged again "I want it, I want more..." Dalla obliged scooping a sticky glob of bugcum from her breasts and holding it to Ciri's mouth. Ciri immediately grabbing her hand with her own as she seductively sucked them clean.

Dalla leaned in close, her breasts pressing against Ciri's own as she captured the other woman's lips in a deep kiss. Ciri could feel Dalla's tongue sliding past her teeth and into her mouth, tasting herself and the bugcum on Ciri's tongue. They kissed for what seemed like hours, until they were both breathless and panting. "I think I'm going to like having you around," Dalla said with a smile as she pulled Ciri close and rolled them both over so that Ciri was lying on top of her. "I could teach you... You think it's good now, wait until you taste the blue stuff..."

"I have so many questions,” said Ciri. “But first you must do what I say,” responded Dalla. She looked startled as the Kikkamor shrieked from the shadows, rushing forward with the claws outstretched. Ciri shrank, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a silent scream. Dalla grabbed her shoulder, “Be calm and do as I do.”

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