Perversions of the Flesh

Chapter 198: ❤️ Breaking the Matron

Ann’s knees strained to hold Aranaea up as she fell. She hadn’t really thought through what she was doing, only that it was really turning her on. As Aranaea’s spidery legs collapsed the moment she was impaled by eleven inches of cock, Ann had to make the split-second decision to either topple with her or risk breaking her dick trying to hold her up. Ann fell on top of Aranaea’s pale body with a loud smack.

“Oooh!” Aranaea cried. Her entire body trembled, convulsed. She was already cumming! Well, she hadn’t before, so Ann guessed that was fair. A veritable waterfall of her cum soaked Ann’s groin as she stayed buried deep. Slick black walls clutching at her length as their owner roared through her first climax of the night. 

“Oi, keep those hands in,” Kat ordered.

“Hehehe, she’s twitching so much!” Rosalyn laughed.

“Yes, yes! Keep going, please!” Aranaea moaned.

Ann stayed where she was. Sure, demeaning Aranaea was fun, but she didn’t want to actually hurt the woman unless she wanted it. What she could do, however, was take full advantage of those breasts rising and falling against hers.

Keeping her hips still, she started moving her torso, snaking side to side. It took a couple of tries to line it up, but their nipples finally nudged against each other, making both women gasp.

Aranaea’s insides finally stopped their contractions. Ann watched the spider’s eyes closely and just as she seemed to be getting her breath back, she moved. It was a shallow, quick thrust. Just enough to make a nice wet clap as their flesh met. Enough to take Aranaea’s breath away.

“Do you like that? Like being taken like a good host?” Ann felt her size begin to adjust, her cock swelling to meet Aranaea’s apparently large insides. “Mm, you want me so big. What a greedy girl.”

“I know, barely payin’ attention tae the rest o’ us. Keep those fingers goin’, or I tell ‘er tae stop.” Kat moved forward, black chitin-coated fingers still buried in her and working furiously. “If she’s gonna be so focused, we’ve gotta distract ‘er, right?”

“What’s the plan?” Ann grinned.

“Oh, I know! One sec!” Rosalyn pulled the hand out from under her, leaving trails of fluid before she scampered over to Aranaea’s bulbous rear, climbed up on top, and made her way to the woman’s face. “Take a deep breath! Don’t think they’re gonna let me get up for a while.” With that, she plopped down on Aranaea’s face. “Mmm, yeah, that’s it,” Rosalyn sighed. “Get that tongue in there. Yeah, like that!”

“Well, the feck do I do now?”

“Well, she’s got plenty of arms free now. Hey, get those hands moving. If Kat’s not happy, I’m not moving again,” Ann threatened.

A muffled cry came from beneath Rosalyn, then two arms reached up to give the woman some room to speak. “Might I roll over? I could please everyone more easily!”

“That’s the one time you get to do that without me telling you,” Ann growled. “Do it.”

Two more arms, soft and pale, grabbed Ann, and everyone tumbled. Ann wound up exactly where she had been, just with Aranaea lying out on the tile while her large hind body was behind them. Rosalyn had kept her place, hovering her hips just over Aranaea’s face, but Kat had wound up in a far different position.

Webs flew from Aranaea’s spinnerets as she fastened a harness of some sort and looped it around Kat. After she was happy it was secure, strands stretched to four different legs that lifted and splayed, pulling Kat upwards and spreadeagled. Ann watched as the two rear legs not occupied with support moved toward the princess’s nethers, while the last two hovered just in front of Kat’s hands.

“Oh feck, oh shite, aye, that’ll do it,” Kat gasped. Her hands sought and grasped the offered legs, getting some support for herself. “Don’t be shy. I can take both o’ em. Mmmm yeah!” Kat was rocking as the two legs, one higher than the other, started pistoning in a steady rhythm.

“Gonna be able to keep that up?” Ann purred, returning her attention to the pinned Matron.

“She feckin’ better!”

“Right,” Ann grinned, then gave the woman her first real thrust. It took way longer than she expected to pull all the way out to the tip of her cock. She had to lift her knees a little to get there!

Aranaea looked up at her, pleading eyes watering, lip quivering.

As Ann’s hips descended, so did Rosalyn’s. Aranaea’s cry of joy was drowned by Rosalyn’s cushy thighs. The Druid shut her and bit her lip as the sensations washed through her. “Wow, it feels good when she screams like that. Do it again!”

Ann couldn’t resist a request like that. She pulled out again, inch by agonising inch of however long her cock was now - well over a foot - and slammed it home again. Slick black walls churned against her sensitive mast. Ripples of muscles rolled from base to tip as Aranaea’s insides massaged the thing she wanted most in that moment.

Ann couldn’t just stop there. “Be a good bitch and take it,” Ann growled as she started to thrust. She felt Aranaea cum again, not even a couple of seconds after she started, but kept going. It only made Ann push harder.

“Oh, oh feck yeah, that’s the stuff!” Kat cried. “Get real deep in me arse! Oh fuck! Ann, lay back a li’l?”

Ann did as she was asked, doing her best to keep thrusting in the awkward position. Strong hands grabbed her cheeks as she was bent over backwards and smothered in a kiss. Kat’s face bumped up against hers as they both moved at their own rhythms, fucking and being fucked. Kat let her go after a minute, her breath ragged. “Love ye.”

“Love you, too,” Ann smiled up at her. “Gods, she’s tight.”

“Think ye just made ‘er tight,” Kat laughed, her voice jostled by several enthusiastic thrusts into her core. “Keep’er goin’.”

With a playful, but still pretty sharp slap to Ann’s cheek, they shared a grin and got back to their roles.

“My turn!” Rosalyn declared, leaning forward. As if Ann would want anything else. As her cock slammed into the woman they were sharing, Rosalyn met Ann’s lips with a gentleness that only she could, considering their situation. Soft arms reached up to stroke Ann’s cheeks as Ann’s own embraced her Druid lover. “She’s really trying,” Rosalyn gasped, a quake rolling through her, interrupting the kiss. “Should I let her breathe?”

“Maybe,” Ann whispered. “Only a little though.”

“’Kay,” Rosalyn grinned, lifting her ass a little.

Aranaea took in a sucking gasp, then coughed. The noise was rough, ragged, and desperate. After a few breaths, though, she seemed to recover. Warped healing was something else. Four arms rose around Rosalyn, two grabbing her hips and pulling her back down, while the other two desperately grabbed at her breasts.

“Oh wow!” Rosalyn laughed before a moan took her. “Oh yeah, Ann likes those too! Don’t you!”

Ann felt her cock surge inside Aranaea as she watched Rosalyn be played with. “Guess I should step up my game.” Leaning forward, her forehead pressed against Rosalyn’s, she picked up the pace.

Quickly, the air was filled with the cries of three women. Ann stopped giving a shit about being quiet or coherent and was moaning like a whore against Rosalyn, who was matching her note for note.

“Fuck, she’s such a good slut,” Ann gasped, managing some words. Suddenly, something triggered in her. Tightness in her gut. Heat rising in her loins. “Shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna take all of you, Aranaea. Every last bit. Gonna fill you until it comes pouring out. Claim you. Take everything. Fuck, just like that, you fucking slut!” Ann shouted, her thrusts growing desperate.

“She does. Gods, she’s screaming so loud!” Rosalyn cried. “Gonna cum again. Aaah!” Rosalyn fell apart, her entire body going rigid.

Ann kept going. She was so close! Every bit of her screamed for release! Molten liquid raced up her cock. Her knot swelled dramatically, locking her in. To the sounds of Kat reaching her own climax, Ann exploded into Aranaea. Deep. She was so deep, she felt herself ram up into that final barrier inside. Ann let out a howl of ecstasy as she arched her back, hands running over her chest in a desperate need to get even higher. Throb after throb. Pump after pump of thick white cum emptied into the spider woman beneath her. Everything around her cock was pressing in, begging for more, working to wring it all out of her.

Ann collapsed backwards, her muscles finally giving out even as her orgasm continued. They just couldn’t hold up as she lay there, still locked into Aranaea’s depths, twitching. Her fingers wouldn’t listen; her legs writhed as her cock was milked by the inhuman vagina.

Finally, her eyes refocused, and she caught Kat looking down at her. The woman’s face was bright red, flushed with pleasure as she swung there. “Welcome back, mutt.”

“Holy fuck, she feels good,” Ann groaned.

“I’d love tae try ‘er, but she’s still goin’ at me,” Kat groaned, eyes fluttering for a moment. “Think ye can keep goin’?”

“Who’s Chosen do you think I am?” Ann asked simply. It took a little effort, but she pulled herself back upright.

Aranaea was a mess. Sweat covered her body as much as cum did from two different women. Ann’s groin, despite being knotted into Aranaea, had spattered some of her overflow up and onto the Matron’s stomach. It was hard to see, but pearly offwhite against pale skin made it barely possible. She was filthy. What’s more, her eyes were all at different stages of closure. Her right middle one was completely shut, while the top left was wide open. Blissed out was an understatement.

“Hey, Ann?” Rosalyn asked. Apparently, she’d moved while Ann was out of it, letting Aranaea breathe a little. “You think you could do what she did?”

“What?” Ann asked. Her brain was still trying to reorient after what she’d just gone through.

“With the teeth and the venom?”

Ann paused. Could she? She’d tried a few different kinds of teeth, but hadn’t actually tried something that could deliver a venomous bite. “Not sure,” she shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Ann triggered the mutation skill and felt her jaw ache as her canines fell out, onto Aranaea’s stomach. Then the pain picked up a notch as the new ones grew in. Something else also happened in her cheeks. It felt almost like a little pressure? Like when her sinuses were all plugged up, but in her cheeks right above her top back teeth. It subsided quickly, but it wasn’t something she was ready for when changing her teeth. Finally, they grew in, long and sharp. Ann ran her tongue along the tips, feeling how insanely pointy they were.

“By the Gods,” Aranaea whispered. She’d come out of her stupor at some point, and all eight eyes were locked on Ann’s mouth. “You… how?”

“Oh, that’s not even my favourite party trick. Not showing you the eyes. Now, c’mere, lambchop. Let me get a bite.”

Rosalyn stepped up, hands running up over Ann’s sweaty abs before coming to rest on her chest. Those hazel eyes behind their adorable glasses looked up at Ann with complete trust. She didn’t even have to ask as Rosalyn tilted her head to the side, exposing her perfectly black neck.

“Ready? I don’t know what’s in these,” Ann warned.

“That’s what Bren’s for.”

Ann shrugged and bent forward. Rosalyn’s sweat filled her nose as she nestled into the crook of her neck. Salty, a little musty, she took a long lick of the offered skin, letting that taste fill her senses. Rosalyn squirmed against her, nerves battling with excitement. Ann opened her jaw as wide as she could and placed the fangs against skin. Her hot breath rolled over Rosalyn’s flesh for the moment before she bit. Whatever was in her cheeks jolted, and she felt a rush of fluid moving through her skull as the taste of Rosalyn’s blood filled her mouth. Rosalyn clung to her, small arms wrapped around Ann’s back, clutching at the fur that ran down her spine.

Ann only held there for a few seconds, not wanting to accidentally give Rosalyn too much. When she pulled away, she gave the twin wounds a gentle lick. Her tongue tingled, going a little numb as some of the venom got into her own system.

“Oh… whoa,” Rosalyn gasped, her body wavering slightly. “Hehehe, that feels funny. Feels kinda cold, but now I’m kinda spinny and…” A moan tore from her mouth as a hand raced to her crotch, the other grabbing a breast. “Ann! Ann! It’s so good! I… I need something. Anything. Please! Fuck me!” She was desperate, clinging to Ann. Problem was, Ann was still firmly locked into Aranaea.

“Hear that, slut? Your venom does wonders. Now deal with the consequences.”

“My venom doesn’t do tha mph!”

Ann shoved Rosalyn back onto Aranaea’s face. Four hands got to work instantly. Two soft ones snapped to Rosalyn’s chest while the others spread that glorious ass and dug in deep.

“Shite, gotta do that tae me another time,” Kat panted, still getting her holes violated in a constant, unrelenting, and by this time, brutal rhythm. “Shite, this bitch’s legs are made fer this.”

“Think she’s just made for this,” Ann laughed, wiggling her hips. The reaction was instant. Aranaea’s stomach clenched, her chest heaved, and Rosalyn cried out in unbridled passion. “Think I can get it out?”

“Ye better try. Break ‘er wide while ye kiss Rosalyn. I wanna watch this.”

“Only because you asked,” Ann teased. “Hold on. This is gonna feel incredible.”

Ann braced as best she could and pulled with her hips. Her knot had to be massive to keep her locked in so tightly when Aranaea was still visibly dripping her desire around it. Milimeter by milimeter, grunting and groaning as her whole body worked, Ann freed her knot with a pop. 

Cum poured out of the ebony depths, pooling between Aranaea’s thighs and dripping out onto the floor. It still amazed Ann how much she could cum. Reaching out, she scooped a finger through the mess and licked it up. Her taste mixed with Aranaea’s was a disorienting cocktail of delicious and poisonous. It made her lose her focus for a moment, smacking her lips as her still slightly numb tongue sought out anything left.

“We taste good together, little spider,” Ann said. She doubted the woman could hear her over Kat and Rosalyn’s moans, or through Rosalyn’s thighs, but the words came out all the same. “Let’s make some more.”

Ann pushed hard. Her knot resisted, the pressure immense as she forced something that didn’t want to be forced back into a tunnel that was too tight.

“Ann!” Rosalyn screamed, her body desperately thrashing as she was fully taken. “Ann, I need you!”

Ann gave up trying to get the knot back in and just started fucking Aranaea with what she had inside. Reaching out, she grabbed Rosalyn by the horns and tugged her in for a kiss. Tastes of her, the spider they were fucking, and Ann’s cum mixed in a beautiful way, Rosalyn’s clear taste almost neutralising the delirium of Aranaea.

Their bodies were pressed together, breasts swaying between them as their hands desperately grabbed at each other. Rosalyn got a grip in Ann’s hair, holding on for stability, while Ann’s hands roamed over her Lambchop’s body, seeking any other sensitive areas to help the woman speed toward what seemed to be a titanic orgasm.

Aranaea wasn’t far behind either. Even with her knot stuck outside, Ann had to put effort into each thrust; her pussy was so tight. Each sucking, slurping, squelching motion was earned as Ann rutted into the fucktoy she’d made of Aranaea.

“Holy shite, that’s it,” Kat moaned behind them. “So bloody hot. Mmmf, aye. Little more, ye eight-legged bitch. I’m almost there!”

Ann could feel she wasn’t far either. As Rosalyn started to shake, her body convulsing with an overwhelming orgasm, Ann grabbed hold of her, sinking as deep as she could into Aranaea, and came again. Together, she and Rosalyn clung to each other as they came.

Rosalyn’s hands twitched, then gripped, then slackened, then returned with an iron strength. Ann wasn’t sure if she was having one climax or multiple overlapping. All she knew was that she needed to be there, to be an anchor, as her own mind struggled to cope with the pleasure of filling the woman below them a second time.

Cum flowed freely out of Aranaea’s cunt as Ann twitched and thrust, her body losing any sense of control. She now held on to Rosalyn as tightly as Rosalyn held her, both taken by their rapture.

Kat’s howl of joy as she hit her own climax barely registered in Ann’s ears. Still, joy flooded her heart as she knew they’d all reached their goals. Hearing her girls having the times of their lives always made her the happiest person in the world, and that feeling mixed with blinding pleasure became the overpowering emotion she thought was love.

Sadly, all things have to end. Ann felt her body starting to relax, muscles releasing themselves from the furious hug she’d put Rosalyn in. Her eyes refocused, colours starting to return to her world in blurry circles, then becoming shapes, then details.

Ann pulled herself from the kiss she was still buried in, Rosalyn’s tongue hanging limp over her lips. Her eyes had rolled back some time ago, and she was probably still in the process of her brain rebooting.

Ann pulled back and sucked in a breath when she saw how big she’d gotten. It was down to her damn knee! She wasn’t short, either! Did she have limits? Not important right now. Standing on very shaky paws, she wobbled over beside Rosalyn and gently pulled her from Aranaea’s grasp, laying her down on her side in the recovery position she’d learned back in college.

Satisfied, she checked on Aranaea. The woman’s tongue was working at Rosalyn’s slit until the moment Ann had removed her, and a quick check of her eyes found that she wasn’t really seeing right now. Probably whited out like the other two.

“Oi, can ye help me out ‘ere? She’s not stoppin’,” Kat groaned. “Kinda stuck ‘ere.”

“Coming!” Ann groaned, pulling herself up to standing before hobbling over to Kat, using Aranaea’s legs as support. They were still rigid, and somehow the rear two were still pistoning. “Think cutting the thread’ll do?”

“Aye. Just make it quick, an’ start with the back. Startin’ tae get a li’l raw.”

Ann set about the task as quickly as she could. Soon, Kat thumped onto Aranaea’s abdomen and rolled off the woman.

“Don’t think anyone’s ever done somethin’ like that,” Kat laughed. She stood far more stable than Ann and helped the Lupine up.

“Well, I did, and Rosalyn after,” Ann pointed out tiredly.

“Not two at once.”

“Fair,” Ann laughed.

“How’s the spider doin’?”

“Not sure. Unresponsive last time I checked. Think I actually broke her?”

“Not sure. Warped are feckin’ weird. Especially Warped in this place.”

“At least Rosalyn’s doing alright,” Ann said, groaning as Kat set her down next to the druid. Reaching over, she brushed a fluff of hair off the woman’s forehead. Rosalyn sucked in a breath, then let it go in a long, steady exhale.

“She’ll be fine,” Kat nodded.

“Are you fine?”

Kat got a distant look as she glanced over the scene. “I’m still too close tae all o’… this,” she gestured to the cumsoaked Warped. “Give me a bit tae process?”

“That’s fine,” Ann said, leaning her head against Kat’s. “Think we have some time.”

“Hey, don’t ye go nappin on…”

Ann didn’t catch the rest as her eyes drifted closed.