Ganking with Her Stallion King Bar

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A Dota 2 Fanfic based on these two images:

https://villainous-muse.tumblr.com/image/106892345735

https://villainous-muse.tumblr.com/image/115184963105

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Akasha, the self-proclaimed Queen of Pain, wasn't satisfied with her previous assaults on the Drow Ranger, Traxex. She'd tried ropes, knives, and wax, and she'd been rewarded with screams of surprise and pleasure--but none of it had satisfied her succubus urge for more!

She'd put fingers inside Drow in the dark woods. She'd kissed Traxex's vagina by the waterfall, lapping at the bright pink softness between her dusky dark pussy lips. On the banks of the river, she'd slid sword hilts between the ranger's tight thighs. In Rosh's forbidden pit, she'd sunk a soft, oily toy of her own design between Drow's supple, round buttocks and licked her lips while Traxex moaned and shuddered and cummed on command.

But throughout all of these encounters, Akasha had only tortured and pleasured Traxex. Not once had she satisfied the feverous urge building up in her own damp pussy, an insane kind of pressure that couldn't be released in any way Akasha would allow. As things were, Traxex would have to fuck her, and the notion of being at a ranger's mercy was enough to make the royal succubus sick.

No, Akasha knew things couldn't remain the same, and the solution was in her hands--the Stallion King Bar. It was a powerful artifact, one that couldn't be harnessed or controlled by just any plain old sorcerer or witch. It required an understanding of dark, erotic magics and demonic energies. The shopkeepers had been glad to sell it to her, to see it rid from their inventories. Unlike the others, she would be able to use it and keep it, and they would keep their gold.

Akasha waited for nightfall. Wards spotted her target, the Drow Ranger "ranging" in the woods. Through the wards, the Queen saw everything she desired. Those broad effeminate hips, swaying as Traxex stepped lightly in her high-heeled boots. Her Drow armor was so petite it might as well be metal lingerie--something which Akasha roundly approved. Her blue breasts heaved in their cups, their tops bared to the cool night air and gently shining with sweat. Then there was something Akasha couldn't see--beneath the Drow cloak, beneath the armor, Traxex's muscular ass wiggled, deep and fat and inviting. Just the memory of it made Akasha's clit hard and aching.

Drow's beautiful lips opened in a whisper of near silent song, and Akasha moaned with impatience. She wanted to hear that husky voice screaming with anal orgasm.

She reminded herself that good things would cum if she waited just a minute longer. The succubus had a little help this night. Someone that wanted to watch the Stallion King Bar at work.

The gank happened when Drow passed by a broad, old oak tree.

With a hum and a swoosh, white glowing ropes leaped out of the darkness and snatched Drow by the ankles and knees. Windranger's shackles were powerful bindings, and they obeyed verbal commands. At the shout of, "Shackled!" the bindings wrapped their free ends around nearby tree trunks, and tightening slowly, they drew Drow Ranger up against the old strong oak.

Akasha began blinking forth eagerly, leaping from glen to meadow with the Stallion King Bar clutched in her hands, all while she watched Windranger prepare Traxex for her gank.

Drow waited in silent fury while Windranger undressed her. The armor's straps were cut with the tip of an arrow. The gauntlets were slowly tugged open and then yanked free. Drow's cuirass peeled off slowly, almost sticky with the accumulated sweat where it'd been wrapped tight against the ranger's body. Then all that remained was her thin, midnight blue undergarment, the thing that kept her from chafing against the steel of her mail. Giggling nervously, already horny at the mere thought of the gank to come, Windranger cut it off and tugged it away. Though Traxex remained in her heels and cloak, her back, chest, and pussy were utterly bare.

Beautiful white pubes fluttered on her pussy mound. Windranger ran her index finger longingly through the hair on Drow's crotch. Then she laughed, dropped everything, and turned to run for cover. This would be between Akasha and Drow. Windranger would pull down her pants to enjoy the show, but she wouldn't interfere with the demon magics at play.

Akasha arrived before Drow, chest heaving not with exhaustion but with arousal. She'd needed this for a very long time. She'd needed this moment more than anything since she'd taken the crown of her kingdom. Finally, she'd sate her own desire without ceding power to this Drow slut!

"You'll cry for me," she said menacingly, holding up the staff to her heavy breasts.

Drow narrowed her eyes, but though her face spoke anger, her pussy was already beginning to wet between her legs. Akasha could smell the slut's desire for succubus sex.

Akasha took her dagger from its sheath and cut away the sole strap holding up her armored crotch. It fell to the ground, and she threw the knife away into the grass. All that remained wrapped around her own pussy and ass was a thin, black thong. Instantly, lube began to run down her thighs in wet lines. Her need to buttfuck Drow was overwhelming. She was practically exploding at the mere thought of it. There'd never be a better time--a better energy--than now.

The Queen of Pain activated the Stallion King Bar, and feeling it's dark magic leap from her hands and into her body, she knew the spell had begun. She set the bar on the ground and clenched her fists at her sides. Then she began to squeeze and strain, concentrating on the pressure in her pussy and her rock hard clit, urging her body to force this intense arousal to burst from her crotch.

There was a crackle of flesh, and Akasha could feel parts beginning to shift inside her groin. Her urges manifested the tiniest bit, and for a moment, there was relief, but it was soon followed by an increasing desire for total release and an increase in the pressure in her pussy mound. Meanwhile, her succubus skin was beginning to heat up. Sweat began to bead and pour down her bare flesh, and there was a lot of it. Drow's breathing was speeding up. She didn't know what was happening, but the intensity of Akasha's expression must've convinced her that it was huge.

Akasha felt her breasts begin to swell. It was an unexpected side effect of the Stallion King Bar but not unwelcome. Her cups were already loosely held to her shoulder guards. The pressure of her expansion would surely be enough to push them loose, and Drow would watch it happen. She would see Akasha become more sexual, more potently female. Yes!

Akasha thrust her chest out and urged her breasts to grow bigger. With a satisfying swell of arousal, her nipples thickened and thrust against the inside of her cups, stiffening and becoming sensitive and erect. Then both breasts began to fill, to grow firmer and heavier at once. Soft breast flesh seemed to puff around the edges of her cups. They already looked a little absurd on her, now just covering part of her increasingly massive tits instead of fully containing them.

The cloth holding up her cups was on her shoulders and throat. Almost immediately, it lost the struggle with Akasha's expanding rack, and her cups flopped forward, tumbling to the grass. Akasha's big blue breasts poured forth, jiggling, falling into massive firm globes, lightly teardropped and thrusting far away from her frame. Each breast was almost as large as her head now, and her massive nipples stood proud and tall on the end of each tit. Their tender erections threatened to cum, likely to squirt hot milk when rubbed or tugged, but that wasn't the orgasm she was seeking. That release would have to wait.

The flesh in her groin squirmed and shifted again, and instead of feeling like an entrance to her body, her vagina began to feel... full. The pressure in her pussy and clit was beyond immense. Blood was pounding in her pussy mound. Her clit was so hard, it hurt, and she adored the pain, she revelled in it, she wanted more of it, she demanded it and clenched her fists until her fingernails drew blood and she thrust her hips forward and strained for everything to explode!

Traxex was now breathing audibly, turned on by this intense sexual display, this bizarre transformation of her lesbian demon dominatrix. She gently rubbed her fat, sweat-slicked buttocks against the ancient, smooth bark of the tree and she waited. Instinct said the moment was near!

Akasha thrust again, and it felt like something swelled against her pussy lips from within, pressing against her tight thong. She thrust a second time, and her clit felt like it was hammered from within by something broad and thrusting, and her pussy mound swelled again, now drawing her black thong between her lips, her labia now fully pregnant with potential, her whole pussy mound bulging in her panties and so full of incredible pressure that it could stretch no further.

Underneath the thong, out of view, Akasha could feel her pussy lips forced very slightly apart by everything she was about to become, and she knew that it was finally time to unleash her true desires and buttfuck Drow Ranger with this!

Akasha threw back her head, let out a shriek of joy, thrust her crotch forward a final time, and bloodlessly, with a meaty rip, Akasha's swollen pussy mound cummed its destruction. Her pussy lips spread open and tore apart like thin sheets of rubber, peeling back as she squeezed a massive pair of horse balls out of her bursting feminine crotch and into her thong. Instantly, her heavy blue nutsack caught on the black cloth that used to cover her annihilated pussy, each ball falling to a side, stretching her thong tight and cradling her tremendous testicles in her girly panties without remotely obscuring them, proudly displaying her massive girlballs to her lover.

As her sack pushed out of her pussy, the flesh behind her clit tented, the clit itself broadening, swelling, thrusting all at once. When her pussy ripped in two, her clitoral hood was annihilated, and all the swollen skin of her pussy mound burst and fell aside as she shoved her true genitals out of her lesbian crotch. This was how horny she felt! This was the size of her desire!

She continued to cry out in immense pleasure as she forced her giant erect horse cock to rip out of her sundered pussy! Her balls had pulled down her thong. Now her veiny ladyboner grew out of her torn femininity in bursts of one to two inches. With every burst, it thickened, the cockhead flared, and every inch of it throbbed with erotic agony. At six inches of cock, she was as broad as Sven. More, more, she needed more! She thrust her crotch again, and three inches swelled out of her with fleshy pops, veins pulsing up to her broad flat cockhead.

Drow was shocked into silence, but she was salivating, her pussy was literally dribbling. She couldn't avert her gaze from her glorious Queen as she birthed her cock and balls from the wreckage of her succubus cunt!

Nine inches. Ten. A foot! Akasha's cockhead was as high as her belly button now, and precum began to ooze from the tip of her gigantic girl penis. It wasn't enough though, not by half!

She forced another two inches of slimy red erection out of her ripping crotch. She took a step towards Drow, and gesturing with one hand, she directed the shackles to change their shape.

Traxex felt their tuggings and understood what was happening. She reached up and grabbed the tree trunk behind her with her strong archer's hands. The bindings began to spread her legs apart, lifting them off the ground, and then slowly, at both her knees and ankles, they worked to raise her spread legs and ass up, to bare them at Akasha. She easily supported her weight against the trunk, and the vulnerability of this position was maddening and arousing beyond reason.

And still Akasha's girlcock grew! Sixteen inches. Eighteen had pushed out of her crotch. Her boner was as thick as her forearms and bobbed pendulously below her breasts. Every inch of exposed redness was eager, sensitive, hard lesbian dick. She could already anticipate sinking her flared cockhead into the tight gay girl butthole she'd lusted after since this war began, and the thought made precum dribble and run in rivulets down the length and girth of her aching horse dick. Her lesbian balls felt heavy with jizz, massive and soft and hanging low in her thong.

She'd grown to the point where everywhere she'd once had pussy, she now bore her cock and balls. The ripped, bloodless labia, having orgasmed to their last, now clumped lifelessly around the base of her humongous new genitals. She reached down and yanked at it, easily tearing off the lifeless, rubbery flesh, leaving behind seamless, hairless skin from waist to taint.

Traxex was finally leveled at crotch height, her legs at full split, her pussy ready for fucking--and ready to be denied--while just below, her dark blue asshole winked between her buttocks, anticipating what she knew her true calling would be tonight.

Akasha, hurry. Akasha, please, don't wait. Push the last of your succubus dick out of your body. Show me your feminine glory, then fuck my ass, my cock queen!

Seeing that butt, the drizzle of pussy juice down her ass crack, sliming up her asshole, finally a chance to relieve everything--yes, she could be so hard, so horny, she could be... fully erect!

With one final fleshy thrust, the base of her horsecock burst into being, the new sheath covering all four new inches in her blue succubus skin, and as her new dick reached its full two feet of hard girly glory, as it reached the girth of a true female stallion, her massive slimy cockhead landed dead smack between the cleavage of her gigantic breasts, and that brief stimulation was too much for her heavy tits and erect nipples to bear. With her full erection stretching from her heavy balls up to the middle of her ample breasts, she cried out in pleasure, reached up and squeezed her heavy breasts around her own cockhead, and felt her queer nipples cum.

In two brief, heavy squirts, each tit unloaded a spray of hot milk, splashing thin white sweetness on Drow's horny breasts, muscular belly, horny pussy and strong round ass.

Drow cried out, nearly cumming with the sudden stimulation on her tender, horny skin. It was an instinctual reaction, and yet also roleplay for her queen. "Huuah! I'm under attack!"

Akasha released her cumming breasts, milk still dripping from each nipple. She'd never felt more female, more dominantly feminine than now, when her monstrous female penis and tremendous female balls were fully born, having burst out of her pussy so she could fuck the woman she loved.

Drow didn't say anything more, but her eagerness said enough. That love was reciprocated.

The Queen of Pain grabbed her horsecock at the sheath, angled down all two feet of rock hard arm thick slimy ladyboner, and she poked her flared cockhead at the tight, tender asshole of the Drow Ranger. Traxex gasped and by reflex, her asshole relaxed.

In one slow but smooth thrust, Akasha started packing her massive cock up Traxex's wet, tight butthole. Drow let out a moan of joy, and with every inch filling her lesbian ass, that moan transformed into a scream of anal delight.

With every inch inserted, hot wet pleasure slid tightly around Akasha's stallion supercock, and her scream of impending orgasm grew, until at almost a foot of depth, it was a howl of release that Akasha had never uttered before.

Drow pushed her ass forward suddenly, sinking in the last tiny bit, and she bottomed out, going as deep onto her Queen's dick as she could manage. It was too much. Her asshole was a white hot ring of pleasure, stretched open and rubbed by slimy girldick. She was over the edge. "I'm cumming!" she shouted, and she began to scream too. Orgasm burst from her butthole and shot through her whole body, sending her into violent quakes of assgasm. Ignited by pleasure, her denied pussy cummed too, relief pouring out of Drow's aching cunt by squirting hot little girly loads all over the remainder of Akasha's arm thick horsecock. Her sticky girl jizz even sprayed onto Akasha's heavy lesbian testicles. Her asshole tightened. She writhed.

Feeling her lover's orgasm all over her tremendous cock and balls, feeling everything tighten inside Drow's ass, Akasha pulled out two inches, then thrust her succubus cock back up her girlfriend's clenching, overstretched asshole. Her horse balls tightened up in her thong. Her prostate pulsed deep in her groin. Then she screamed, "Queendom cuuums!" And her cockhead flared a foot up Drow's ass, her knees and groin and core began to shake, and she began to have the gayest buttfucking orgasm of her unholy life.

It felt as if her cockhead exploded, and with blast after orgasmic blast, she started filling Drow's rear with cup after cup of her hot, thick, sticky semen, straight from her huge girl balls. Little anal thrusts accompanied each diminishing gush of jizz.

Traxex had little aftershocks of orgasm with every passing second of Akasha's pumping cum.

Then the Queen of Pain felt the final, relieving spritz of jizz, filling out about an imperial pint of semen cummed up her girlfriend's asshole. Given her girth, she began to soften quickly, but she pulled out slowly, tenderly, to make the feeling of intimacy last--girl ass around girl cock.

"You're mine," Akasha hissed, with the head of her penis still inside Traxex.

The Drow Ranger nodded, knowing that in this moment, she shouldn't say a word.

Akasha tugged out her cock, and about a half cup of cum spilled out of Traxex's gaping asshole before she managed to clench up and close up on her cock queen's load. Traxex felt so wonderfully full of jizz. She breathed, trying to relax. Slowly, her bindings relaxed to let her down.

Akasha's massive cock now hung about six inches past her knees, but it was shrinking rapidly and pulling back into her sheath. The effect of the Stallion King Bar would last a while, but half the fun would be reversing the transformation and then doing it all over again later. She could even teach Traxex to do it, if only to give her girlfriend a penis that Akasha could deny orgasm to.

There was a moment then, where Akasha might've said something vulnerable and sweet. Or maybe Traxex would've admired Akasha's genitals and swore her loyalty.

But they were interrupted by Windranger crying out in intense pleasure as she masturbated to her third orgasm in a row. Akasha smirked, picked up the Stallion King Bar at her feet, and without another word, she blinked away. Traxex slumped back against the tree. She'd have to wait for the Windranger to let her down, but that was fine. She wanted time to think, to fantasize.

The Drow Ranger dreamed of the next time the Queen of Pain would gank her in the woods.