Clementina - S04 E08

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Clementina - S04 E08

Read Story: SEASON 4 EPISODE 8

"Do I need to do this right away?" asked.

"Before you need more workers you will need to provide her with your seed and give it a week or so, Makala said. "Not that you need any more workers right now, but having Rosle cocked and loaded should the need arise isn't a bad idea."

As they talked, Alura and Makala had positioned themselves on either side of me. I could feel their hips pressing against my sides. Makala turned so her breasts pressed against my shoulder and her cock, slightly aroused, pressed against my own.

"So what do I need to do?" I asked.

"We can show you if you want..." Alura asked, sliding her hand across my breasts and down my stomach to my growing cock. She gave my thick phallite meat a stroke.

"You're convincing me," I said.

We climbed out of the pool and made our way down into the nexus. The workers looked like they had been at it most of the night and the crawlspace had been widened about a third of the way down to the chamber with the two statues and the steps beyond leading into the house.

We went into the queen's chamber and found Rosie sitting in a comer. To our surprise, Ona was there, lounging on her throne.

"Have you been here all night?" asked.

"No, just woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I came down here. I like it here."

There was something different about Ona that I couldn't quite place. But something was changing. Having seen the change that being the dark queen had wrought on her, I was a little concerned, But I was fairly confident Alura and Makala would say something if anything awful was going to happen. I decided to just wait and see rather than ask up front.

Alura and Makala had returned to their cave spirit forms, and their green and blue skin, respectively, shone in the pink glow of the chamber. Makala's seven foot frame, phallite curves, and monster cock stood next to Alura's curvy upper half and mass of writhing tentacles below the waist.

Alura turned to Rosie.

"You need fresh eggs," she said.

Alura moved forward and pressed her chest against mine, our milk-engorged phallite breasts squeezing together and oozing sweet phallite milk across our skin. Her mouth met mine, our tongues intertwined. A glob of slime slipped from my throat into my mouth, mixing with Alura's slime, then sliding from between our lips and down our chins, to mix with the milk that was coating our breasts and stomach. I coughed and gagged slightly as more slime slipped up my throat and out my mouth.

More slime slid from my cock that was now at half-mast. Alura's tentacles were wrapping around my meat, coating it with slime, stroking, bringing it to full attention. She ran her appendages up and down the shaft, teasing the underside of the head, and pulling it between us. I was at eighteen inches and growing fast, sliding into the cleavage between our pressed-together tits.

From within her mass of writhing tentacles, her own tentacle-like cock appeared. She slipped it up between our breasts as well, pressing our cocks together and sliding them slickly across each other between our heavy, pendulous, milky breasts.

Alura reached down and pulled one of my engorged breasts up to her lips, sucking on the long tip of the wide brown nipple, Gushes of intoxicating phallite milk poured into her mouth as she suckled greedily. She pulled in a mouthful, then lifted her face to my lips, passing the milk back and forth between us, mixing with slime until it formed a thick, frothy mixture that slipped from our lips and down our already slick, chests. More slime slipped from our cocks

My cock was at full attention and fully extended, two feet long, thick, purple with a wide gaping hole at the tip. One of Alura's tentacles slid up my meat to the tip, and then slipped inside my cock. I moaned as the thick appendage penetrated the opening, stretching it wide as it pushed in. The feeling of the soft tentacle sliding past the sensitive spot under the head of the cock - from the inside-made me gasp and a fresh load of slime slipped from the tip of my cock around the tentacle that was probing ever deeper and deeper inside my meat. The underside of my cock distended as she pushed further inside.

Makala, who had been watching the show, was now at full attention, her slimy rock-hard meat sticking up in front of her her milky breasts. She turned to Ona, who had been masturbating frantically, and pushed her back on the throne, kissing her on the lips. She picked up Ona's vaginal sheath that was already extended over a foot, and pulled it across her cock like a sleeve.