 Reis lets out a gentle sigh, legs folded indian style and arms bracing himself on the bed, his tail swishing back and forth. It's nothing special, just an oversized love pit with silken, snow white sheets in a barely furnished room. There was some new law or decree, some desperate attempt to increase the population in some country without selling their resources, that ended up with him here, and without any other place as eager to get seeds sown, he decided to give this little hamlet a shot. He wears nothing but a loincloth, though even that is a shallow courtesy, for it barely hides what it's supposed to. Powerful, defined and toned muscle ripples on occasion with every slight shift or movement, the mighty pythons he calls arms moving only when he scratches underneath his chin or fumbles around with some pillow. Inbetween bestial legs lie his cluster of masculinity, four half erect, pulsating pillars of man meat that are studded in veins, leathery cock hides reaching half way up the succulent heads. The burly logs bow under their own weight, though they still rise enough to keep that useless rag from covering all but the top pair. His nuts, melon sized, churning, fragrant rest almost delicately on the sheets, scrotal flesh smooth and taut, plump cum factories constantly working to brew up some ovum infecting mixture for his next victim. Auburn stay transfixed on the door where his partner should appear, glazed over just slightly as he explores his own little world.

 Lillian Ashton is the first to open the door, a simple wooden affair, but a very large one. She makes it clear why almost immediately. She has a body most women would kill for - big tits, wide hips, sexy cock - but before getting to that, the eyes are drawn naturally to her oversized, absurdly large, absolutely fucking huge abdomen. Not a human one, but the big, fuzzy, black one of a drider. It's enormous, taller than her human half and several times wider. It doesn't curve elegantly, either, bulging sharply outward, almost as if it's... overfull. The rest of her body is nothing to scoff at. Large, full tits, capped with big, fat nipples that are obvious through the tight fabric of a... well, it could be called a top. It's basically a triangle of purple fabric with the base pointed up that sort of covers her boobs. Her thin waist curves outward sharply to an absolutely absurd pair of hips that visibly support a thick ass just before her human body merges with her spider half, and just there, around the front, her huge, thick cock points almost straight up, throbbing hard in the cool air, occasionally bumping into her fat tits and drooling precum freely down its length and over her balls, sometimes spurting it forcefully into the air. Her balls are full, fat, even close to the size of his and audibly sloshing with cum. The precum dribbling off the bottom of them visibly mixes with the juices of a hot and ready pussy, hidden away behind them. She clears her throat softly, starting, "H-hello... my name is Lillian, and... I've been selected to... to be the first to..." she licks her lips as she trails off. "Oh, fuck it, we both know why we're here, and goddess you're sexy," she blurts, trying to scurry up to the bed quickly, but she's stymied when the outer curves of her abdomen just barely catch in the door and she has to forcefully yank it inside, skillfuly kicking the door closed with the furthest of her eight spindly legs.

 Reis doesn't really recognize her coming in at first, nearly jumping when he finally notices her form before actually looking over her. Eyes rapidly shift into a scarlet red hue, jaw dropping and tongue spilling out from sinful lips, drool starting to slowly roll down the scarlet red length before dripping against his shafts, the tip dam near touching the fabric of his loincloth before he draws it back inside, a demure smile creasing his face. His gaze flows from her adorable countenance, all the way down to her spindly legs that poke through the entryway, body slowly shifting so that he can crawl atop the bed till he's sitting on the edge, meaty cocks already starting to stiffen and let fist sized, translucent globs of pre jizm splatter against the ground. "Aha, thanks... Though, you're quite the looker yourself~" A broad palm rises, digits curling to beckon her closer, only to retreat to his face to stiffle a chuckle when she struggles her way inside. The smell of his masculinity tickles against her nostrils from there, bold, invasive, swirling about within her nostrils in a muggy fog before slowly burrowing deeper and deeper into her skull till it begins to lightly chip away at conscious thought, the primal instinct to breed and spread spawn about the land starting to take root in the annals of her mind above all else. "No need for shyness~ Let's go ahead and get started, yeah?~"

 Lillian Ashton sniffs the air. "Oh my goddess, is that... are you fucking with my brain?" she gasps, "That's fucking hot. Do it, rape my mind, fuck me up. I want to be your knocked-up slutty broodmother whore~" The words tumble out of her mouth as she bends her strong legs, setting her body to rest on the ground and then bending forward, shoving her face into his ballsack and taking a deep breath. She lets out a long, slutty, satisfiend moan and shoves herself back in, nuzzling and kissing his nuts, slurping all over them like a gutterslut to gather up every bit of that mind-raping flavor that she can. Belatedly, she reaches back with one arm to tear off her top - missing it twice in her lust-drunk haze - and set her wobbling slutudders free. She can feel his demonic presence breaking down her mind, rearranging her priorities and changing her into the breeding tool her people need. It'll help her save the land, strengthen the economy, and blah blah blah, but all she can think about is how hot it is as she rains a shower of kisses on his heavy, swollen, cum-bloated ballsack. "I'm ready," she squeezes out between slurps on his delicious nuts, "I'm so fucking ready. Turn me into your big, fat, swollen, cum-packed baby factory!"

 Reis quirks a brow, only to let out a gentle coo at her response, eyes flickering with whimsy and delight. Of course, taking hits straight from the source yields greater effects. What was once a mild tingling became powerful, sporadic jolts of electric taint that rip through her thoughts like a storm, whipping her mind into a whirlwind of that bliss filled haze. Thoughts swirl down the drain and are replaced by the lust filled murmurs that beg for seed, for life, for the utter defilement of her inner sanctum, including the precious bounty that lies within. Every nose full only deepens this, and by the time she's begging for it, her mind is probably buzzing with these, echoed off one another and the lining of her skull to turn into a massive orchestra of perversity. His flesh almost clings to her with every kiss, every lick imprinting the bitter, sweaty, sex stained taste of one who simply cannot manage his lusts without another on her tastebuds, filling her mouth with it, almost making a spot in her head just for that sole purpose of savoring it. He bites into his lower lip and groans from the attention, nuts churning even more so, fragrant pre spilling ontop of her head, rolling down her neck and her back in heated streams , pooling in the spot where spider meets woman before slowly oozing down even further to the floor. It doesn't take long for his orbs to tense against her affection, his cocks jealously erect, almost reddening from the lack of attention. "Hnng... Fuck that's good...~" Irises begin to glow, and a pair of hands move down to bury her face into those swollen testes even more, the other set casually tossing that loincloth aside while his hips buck and roll aimlessly.

 Lillian Ashton can feel her mind slowly sloughing away, her needs and wants and personality going down the drain. 'Good,' she thought, 'I didn't need any of that anyway.' On some level, she realizes that that's her new, forced identity talking, but that only makes it hotter. She sucks and slurps on his balls like a woman possessed - which she becomes more and more with every single lick. She almost pulls up to sample the taste of his dicks, too, but when he pushes her down, she dives right back in, taking a long breath of mind-fucking musk before sucking hard on the side of his ballsack, open her mouth as wide as she can to taste as much of his nuts at one time as possible, and she still can't fit her lips around even a quarter of just one. She kisses up and down the far side of one, then the other, then starts a slow tongue bath over his entire sack, slurping and lapping at every last inch, even lifting his immensely heavy nuts (one at a time with both hands, and still only just barely managing it~) and cleaning them underneath. She whines piteously when she's done, desperate for more mindfuck, more personality destruction, more transformation into a demonic baby-making breeding machine. She shoves her face into his nuts hard, rubbing it back and forth against them and taking deep breaths, feeling another part of her fall away with each one. 'BREED' her new, stronger hindbrain screams at her, and she can only think 'fuck YES' back, inhaling and slurping up as much mind-bending musk as she can. Torn between fucking herself up more and getting pumped full of demon cum and fulfilling her true purpose in life, she gasps out between licks and breaths, "C-can you fuck me now? Are you ready to turn me into your broodmare, your breeding sow, your fucking... fucked up... mmmmf~" She trails off as she buries herself in her own personal heaven yet again.

 Reis tries to keep some semblance of composure amidst her reverent spit shine, but it begins to melt with every suckle, every heaving kiss and lick. A lust drunken grin splits his face, eyes positively beaming at this point from the thorough cleaning, wavering just slightly at every pause before sinking back into that muggy, near swirling fogginess until she begins to speak once more, prompting him to, almost begrudgingly, peel her head away by the scarlet strands of hair dangling from her scalp. He brings her back enough to force her gaze into his, the crimson pools of his bottomless desire slowly starting to swallow the rest of her conscious thought, his presence in her mind almost like some iron clad absolute at the moment, one that works in conjunction with the brain altering musk flowing off of his loins to completely obliterate her psyche. A hand comes down to touch her chin, cupping underneath lightly just to pull her up into a kiss, his touch as smooth as marble, as yielding as the sun's embrace, or at least that's how her nerves process it now. Lips meet hers, and it seems that all else vanishes as he plunders her mouth. His tongue explores every nook and cranny it can find, swirling about against her own oral muscle, grinding against teeth, cheeks, gums, even the entrance to her throat with inches to spare, bundling up within to bulge her out even more. His drool flows in like a tide of honey, laced with his taint, forced crackles of bliss radiating through her nervous system with every drop, only growing in power as more and more is sloshed inside of her. She can feel his hands upon her, shifting down to steal possesive, kneading gropes from her chest before finding her sides and grabbing firm, dropping from her hair to trail his nails against her back, only to find her abdomen so he can rake against the furred expanse, only to find her hips for a powerful heft. When he breaks the kiss, she finds herself already beneath him, his lowest pair of infernal spears bundled by his tail and dripping hot adoration against her womanly folds, hips inching them closer and closer till the bulbous crowns squelch against her lower lips, blasting a few heated globs directly into her love tunnel, the relaxing ooze already starting to flood her depths. "Beg~" That single phrase halts all chaos in her thoughts, echoing out loudly, deep, resonating with her very core and causing a clawing pain for ever second that she doesn't comply, though as soon as she finds words to spill from her lips, it turns into a resounding sensation of warmth and satisfaction, one akin to reaching the top of some great mountain, or more accurately, of providing the best service to some more than deserving being.

[01:19] Lillian Ashton whimpers ineffectually as he pulls her away, desperate to inhale his musk, and to obey, and to be turned into a swollen baby-making machine all at once. She can't bring her shattered mind to formulate one single coherent thought, much less act on one. For a fraction of a second, she recognizes the powerful will in his eyes themselves, and the indomitable, crushing tide that's about to blow her own weak mind away. "Thhhh... thaaaa..." she moans, her voice soft and only growing weaker, dwindling away to nothing in a matter of seconds as her already-stupid mind is utterly crushed, replaced by the simple animalistic need to obey and to breed. She submits utterly to his touch, his warm, glowing, world-encompassing touch, but her even more fucked-up mind can't find a way to so much as move her lips. The moment his touch hers, though, his hunger is communicated through his action, and that simple need is the one type of thing that she can understand. She comes to life, hungrily sucking on his tongue, eagerly gulping down every drop of tainted, corrupting spit and seeking more, trying to pull his long, sinuous tongue right into her throat by pulling it with hers and desperately swallowing. She can feel the sparkling, electric power of his saliva changing her, destroying her even more, and on some instinctual level she realizes that simply allowing him in could be very, very bad. Predictably, this only makes her want it even more. She eagerly responds to his touch, pushing every part against him, whining again when he finally pulls his tongue from her throat and mouth. Her fucked-up, slow-moving brain takes a moment to process what's going on, even with two powerful, virile demon dicks poised to give her exactly what she wants hundreds of times over. When she does catch up, the only thing she can do is moan gently, her dick throbbing and spurting a gout of precum into the air, her pussy gushing powerfully over his dicks. His command destroys her mind easily, the primal strength of it resonating with her dull, primitive thought processes - but she resists. Not because she enjoys it - she hates pain, and every moment is a rending, terrible agony - but because the horrible sensations are a reminder of how utterly he has violated her mind. She lasts for about a second. "P-please," she sputters, "d-don't fuck me. Ruin me. Destroy my cunt with your powerful cocks, pump me full to bursting with your spunk, stretch me out until I can't even feel anyone one else, bloat me up with so many babies I can't even move! BREED me!" The sensation that follows is orgasmic. There's no other way to describe the glowing, golden feeling that encompasses her whole body, but she doesn't quite cum - she blasts more precum, her dick throbs wildly, her pussy clenches and squelches around the load of prejizz inside it, but her own body won't let her go over until she's been thoroughly and completely seeded with corrupted, vile demonspawn.

 Reis smiles, serene, peaceful, completely out of place for the sudden and savage dropping of his hips that follows her lustful outcry, the curdling SCHLLRRRP of her hungry, pre soaked cunt impaled by his lowest brace of cocks filling her ears, only to be accompanied by a resounding clap of flesh against flesh, heavy nuts landing with a dull THWUMP against her ass and spider half. That insertion, if it can even be called that, is ethereal, an almost out of body experience when combined with his overwhelming corruption. With his eyes on hers, everything else is dark. The sensation of those throbbing, molten, pre gushing fuck spears seems to impale her brain itself, every nudge against her cervix akin to nudging the very bounds of her sanity. She can feel the blood churning through every near finger thick vein bulging from his lengths, the flow helping to guide what little is left of her, every throb slowly pounding against her memories, her senses. A subtle shift knocks the thought of family to the wayside, his form being the only one that appears in those most cherished of memories, pass times of her adolescence rewritten to consist of hours upon hours of submitting to him. Even memories of sensations begin to alter, her favorite sensation slowly warping to be his touch, which at the moment, roams about her form, pinching against sides, stomach, groping and pumping against that bloated fuck spear, digits almost reverently cradling her nuts with tender squeezes and pinches, tail trailing against her carapace, tickling against spinneret's and spindly legs. All these experiences are destroyed, turned to paste and remade to fit his desires, his needs, her minds eye giving an almost vivid image of his hands digging into the sides of her head while he sinks his maleness into her mind. When he actually begins to move, it feels like her entire world is moving with him. Every retreat causing a vast emptiness, a bone chilling frost that turns any sort of aspiration, any sort of achievement that might still remain into nothing more than an insignificant speck to be swallowed by despair, only for each pump inside to cause a sensation of blessed fullness, one that blooms from her core and radiates through every facet of her being like the golden rays of the sun, a sense of belonging, of complete and utter delight spreading throughout as he wraps a set of arms around her. Over and over this ebb and flow continues, thoughts slowly, gradually, thoroughly turned into a muggy soup as he churns them up with his sperm injectors, the crude, sweaty smacks of their bodies, the creaking of the bed, the impact of his cum factories against her only briefly bringing her back to the reality of his carnal rut.

 Lillian Ashton hangs in the balance, her mind completely and utterly blank of everything but the position of his four world-defining breeding tools as she waits and hopes for them to transform her from a braindead, mind-fucked, stupid slut to a braindead, mind-fucked, stupid knocked-up slut. Her body goes lip, her tongue lolling out and eyes rolling back, not in pleasure - although that rolls over her in great, crashing waves - but in the utter completion of her purpose. Her twat, of course, still spasms and clenches around his shafts, and her girlcock doesn't waver for a second, still desperately, painfully hard and throbbing and shooting precum everywhere, but she can't move in the slightest for several seconds as her breeder's brain luxuriates in the feeling of being well and truly filled. Her mind is at last swept away, the old, useless, slutty but not nearly slutty enough her replaced with a better Lillian. A mind-fucked, mind-destroyed, knocked-up breeding slut. For a fraction of an instant, just before the changes hit, she realizes in a very primal way that she's about to be destroyed forever and rebuilt from the ground up. It sends a shockwave through her, both parts gushing again, turning her on the hardest she has been yet. She can't stop twitching, so turned on that her body is beyond not working properly and now seems to be forcing the overwhelming amount of manic energy out any way it can, and she's only growing more desperate as he overwrites her mind, her memories, her childhood, herself. Finally, she manages to reach out, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him desperately towards her, her new childhood memories filling her with the most desperate, fucked-up, daddy-issues, god-complex love ever known. The horrible, gut-wrenching shifts in her entire world as he pumps it in and out of her cunt send her arms shaking violently, but she manages to hold them around him in her absolute desperation on both a physical and now emotional level for her to never leave him. Her lips quiver and open and close, strangled sounds escaping until, finally, she manages to emit one intelligible sound: "B-breed~"

 Reis:  Memories continue to fade, only to be completely replaced with his savage mental pounding. The first words that ever came out of her mouth? 'Reis is my one and only~' The first face that she saw as she came into being? The smiling visage of that very same demon. Did she even have parents? It seemed that the only things that were absolute was that she existed, and from that moment on, he was there too. From her very beginning to this moment, he was there, protecting her, loving her, caring for her till she was ready for him, and he decided to claim her, utterly and completely. Something begins to well up, something that even causes her visions of the past, which grow more and more distorted with every thrust, to acknowledge his current presence, something that every cell in her body begins to scream for, something that even her instinct derives as the cumulative experience in her life, something that will never be topped in the web of false memoirs. The rhythmic, purposeful throb of his cocks seem to force her body to match their tempo, a sudden fullness and a scalding hot pressure against her womb, and by extension, the last sacred bastion in both her mind and body that demands that she recognizes it's presence. A slight shuddering within, only to blossom into a torrent the likes no one mortal should ever be expected to brave alone. He cums, defiling everything she is with his presence, with his corruption, the off color, yellowed, over ripened tide of ovary claiming baby batter gurgling into her, piling up on itself as it's forced deep into her inner sanctum by crude, uncaring rods. In reality, it's thick, congealing, so much so that it causes even the densest, most aged tar to seem like oil as it blasts it's way inside, only to be churned by subsequent, equally powerful bursts. It's hot, searing almost, so that even now, as her belly is bulged out around the viscous brew, sweat begins to simmer and release into the air like a fog, steam only briefly clouding her vision, though it matters not as those eyes stay completely fixed on her own. It's bountiful, so much so that even the first glob is enough to give her a more than noticeable bump, every one that follows only helping to advance her waistline, not even seconds passing till she looks like she may be coming to term. In her minds eye though, it's as if he were drowning her, the corruption that sows through her mind as white as pure light, though with every glob that rises from the bottom, she finds herself submerged even more, her feet caressed by the lively tide, a tender, silken embrace creeping up her legs and lap, coating her nuts and slowly continuing it's steady climb. She can almost see a reflection of herself, with him behind, the pure white offset by the creeping blackness that corrodes every detail of her spectral half, not stopping till the last strand of her hair is encased in inky shadow, only for her vision to be swallowed up in endless, blank space.