	"Clearing the area."
	The crackle of comms from within the void silenced and the few sentries in the room were shattered, arrows embedded deep within them. Notching another arrow, the Ivara frame turned to her cohorts, an Octavia and Mirage, signaling them to follow as the corrupt beings, rewritten into slaves for the void towers, crumpled to the floor.
	The room before Ivara was enormous, a ceiling that seemed to yearn for the sky and enormous roots from ephemeral trees were wound deeply into nearby pipes. At the core of the room sat the Hydraulus, a ancient instrument that carried enormous import, to Cephalon Suda at least. As the frog began to scour the room for more targets, her two companions stepped towards their objective.
	"Hmm, are you sure you know what you're doing Octavia dear?" A hand went to Mirage's chin as she surveyed the water organ they had come for. The strange apparatus meant nothing to her, but she could tell it meant something to Octavia, the already giddy Tenno now happily bouncing from one foot to another.
	"Yes, yes! Can't you see how beautiful it is!? It's like my Mandachord but even better, I'mma get to composing for Suda~!" With a skip and a hum, the bard warframe stood before the Hydraulus and began operating it, the room seeming to suddenly shake with the instruments tones. Almost immediately nearby pods opened, beams firing off into walls, the nearby security system coming to life.
	The Tenno were quick to react, Mirage's illusions materializing, each with a vectis in hand, while Ivara let her arrows fly. Octavio meanwhile was engrossed in her work, her hands scaling the face of the Hydraulus, becoming intimate with the ancient yet pristine surface. And as the corrupted began to file into the room, shield drones hovering above and moas just behind, the Tenno found themselves struggling against a wave of resistance. With a quick flick, Ivara's dagger sunk into the back of a corrupted gunner, whatever humanity it once held long since gone thanks to the influence of the tower. "Octavia. Assistance would be appreciated."
	"S-sorry! It's just this thing is...just amazing. Okay get ready guys, this may not have worked out so well last time, but I'm not giving up on this beat!" Slowly, synthetic drums began to hum throughout the air, Octavia's melody filling the room. Each beat of the Hydraulus seems to pound into the very being of the void tower, the nearby sentries beginning to falter in their steps. And the Tenno seem to gain a second wind, the exhaustion leaving both Ivara and Mirage as they spring back into battle. "Hahaha! I was a bit worried about using this one again, but I finally got all the kinks out~!!"
	As Octavia's fingers hammered down onto the water organ, her music hammered down onto the corrupted sentries as well, shield drones left adrift and moas stumbling. The horde of hostiles were lost in the illusions of Mirage and trickery of Ivara, their weapons being brought to bear on illusions that vanished in a second and fire being drawn to ringing noises coming from nowhere. Paranoia began to settle into what little nerves remained in the feral Corpus and Grineer, the Tenno's strikes following the rhythm of Octavia's song.
	With each pull of her bow's string, Ivara could feel the pulse of the music inside her, her blood seeming to boil as she notched another arrow. Each arrow sailed true, the sharp tips slicing through corrupted and nailing others to the wall. It was very much the same for Mirage, her vectis feeling weightless as she hefted it and aimed down the sights, her shots ringing out, each crack of the barrel in tune with Octavia's performance. "You're doing wonderful Octavia dear! Don't dare to think of stopping~!"
	"You got it, Mirage! Let's kick this up a bit!" The Hydraulus boomed as Octavia's fingers flew across the face of the instrument, her hands moving as though she were in a trance. Faintly, Octavia could feel something in her very core, something blossoming from within her and this emboldened her. Octavia's piece morphed and turned, the bard inspired to bring it to new heights, and her song made her friends even fiercer.
	None of them had noticed yet, but as their bodies burned with exhaustion and adrenaline, something began to crept back into the song, something Octavia had become acquainted with already. Blossoming swirls of peak energy left the Hydraulus as Octavia worked, wisps of a soft red beginning to flow into the air of the room, a familiar and corruptive presence. The bard had done her best to change her melody, to purify it and elevate it, but something was fundamentally flawed with her song and her attempts to fix it had only altered it into something more...pervasive.
	Kicking off from a wall, Ivara soared through the air, her bowstring taut as she lines up another shot. Letting her fingers open, an arrow flew loose and the Tenno felt the satisfaction of another arrow striking home, the heat on her cheeks being misinterpreted as excitement. Between the frog-like frame's legs something began to throb, a sensation that was pushed to the back of Ivara's mind as she dodged another rocket from a corrupted bombard. But as Ivara ground her blade into the neck of the tower's sentry, heat began to grow underneath her skin, and unknown to her, something between her legs began to seal.
	Mirage reveled in the music bombarding the room, her already lavish movements even more showy as she moved as though she were on a stage. Everywhere the illusionist turned, a rain of sniper fire seemed to follow, her vectis' barrel growing hot as it emptied round after round. And just as Ivara wrote off her growing warmth as exhaustion, so too did Mirage, the refined woman too busy in the rapture of bloodshed to notice her arousal as the melody's corrupt influence began to reveal itself. Each step of Mirage was in tune with the music, as her bright red energy began to soften.
	"Mhh, let's keep it up, keep it up!" Shouting in excitement, Octavia continued sliding her fingers across the water organ, her own arousal building as well, and perhaps regardless of just what song she was playing. Truly getting into the beat, Octavia began to rock from side to side, letting the music guide her and with that her energy began to flare. "C'mon, don't slow down!"
	"Oh, I just have to agree dear, we're almost done with these pests!" There was an air of frivolity to Mirage as a hop was added to each of her steps. The arousal deep inside of Mirage however, built with the growing energy of the bard's melody, and suddenly Mirage found herself stumble for a second as something sealed shut. "Wh-what?" Before the Tenno could stop and try to comprehend the strange sensation of her pussy lips closing forever, the nearby stomp of a moa reminded her of her surroundings, the now genderless warframe still leaping with grace over the shockwave.
	Slicing through the air, the offending moa gets nailed to the wall by an arrow from Ivara. "Watch surroundings. Stay safe." Notching one more arrow, Ivara pulls back and lets fly a new arrowhead, the archer now keeping an eye on Mirage. "Dancing looks fun."
	"Oh-uhm, thank you dear!" Regaining her composure, Mirage hefts her vectis once more as she turns to face the neverending flow of sentries. Just like how Octavia's sides shift back and forth as she plays her song, Mirage soon finds her steps becoming more and more lavish, less refined and instead more loose. Between her legs comes another throb as she leaps forward, kicking off from a Grineer's chest before riddling it with bullets. Slowly, a bulge forms at Mirage's crotch, a forming shape that Octavia would recognize if she weren't already engrossed in her music. But unfortunately for Mirage, she had no idea of what was happening as her adrenaline spiked with the growing heft between her legs.
	With a quick swing, Ivara knocks the last sentry to the floor, a blooming sense of satisfaction filling her as she surveyed the now empty room. "Good work. Stat-" The archer's words are stopped in her throat as she looks over towards Mirage. The once refined lady is openly moving from side to side as Octavia's music still fills the room, her breasts bouncing along with the round shape hanging from her crotch.
	Even as the din of combat dissipates, Octavia still plays her song, far too busy with 'improvements' to even be remotely aware of her surroundings. And as the bard's fingers reach a crescendo for the song, her energy once again pulses, the soft blue of the Hydraulus beginning to change as well.
	Back at the entrance, Ivara remains utterly entranced with Mirage's movements. The illusionist frame's arms raised in the air as she shakes her hips from side to side, the growth at her crotch now sizable and slapping softly against her thighs. "Ahh, I haven't cut loose in so looong~." Each shift of Mirage's weight, each step of her dance causes the once bright red of her energy to becoming more and more faint, a pink hue shining from her armor. "It just feels so goood~." Shifting her hips, Mirage begins to thrust back and forth, keeping in sync with the music and causing a fleshy slap as her growth prolongs into a masculine shape.
	Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The growth now hangs languidly from Mirage, its thick mass slapping against her thighs as she keeps her arms raised in a perverse dance. Her mind was analytical, refined, and womanly but right now Mirage is in the heat of the moment, swept up in the movements of the music. It's not to say she wasn't aware of the cock now forming on her, Mirage just didn't care. A loud slap echoed through the room as suddenly, a package swung into existence beneath Mirage's still growing shaft, her ovaries sliding down into place, being twisted into testes.
	"Mirage. What is that?" Crouching down, Ivara stretches out a finger and pokes at the shaft swinging back and forth. Immediately Mirage has to stifle a groan of pleasure, her shaft jumping at the soft touch of Ivara.
	"Oouh, p-please darling not while I'm dancing!" Following her words Ivara backs up, but as she watches Mirage indulge in the music, the new strange shape slapping against her thighs the whole time, the archer can feel something boiling inside of her, jealousy. Perhaps the duo should have been afraid, should have reacted with revulsion, but only pleasure and envy burned within the two, the rhythm reverberating throughout the room shutting down any thoughts other than dancing.
	"Hm. Like this?" Slowly, Ivara tried to match Mirage's movements, her view centered square on Mirage's waist, engrossed in the swinging of her fellow Tenno's cock. And as Ivara started to move, she began to find the beat of the song again, the echoes of music overtaking her. The melody guided Ivara, and soon enough she found herself lewdly shaking her hips, her ample rear bouncing with its padded muscle. While Mirage's whole body twisted and shook in her dance, Ivara found herself beginning to shake her ass up and down, her movements revolving around making her ass shake. And as Ivara's buns bounced and slapped together, so too did her lower lips begin to seal shut. "Oh!"
	"Hell yeah, you two are really getting into it~!" Octavia cheered from her station behind the now pulsing pink Hydraulus, the energy of her armor mixing with the instrument. The blossoming inside her from before, it wasn't inspiration, it was arousal from that day with Nyx and Mesa. The bard knew this now, but she hardly cared, the music she was crafting taking a higher priority. Already a bulge was forming between her legs, but still Octavia's dancing was restricted, the melody coursing through her giving her a higher calling, a desire to take this song even higher.
	"Aaah, my dear you are doing wonderful! Let's dance the night away~!" With a shout of ecstasy, Mirage's hands slid up along her hips, passing over her belly and finally cupping her chest. As she ran her fingertips across the ends of her breasts, Mirage fervently swung the now lengthy mass between her legs, its wide head now splattering the floor with pre. And just as her dancing intensified, so too did Mirage's changes, a powerful pulse of arousal snaking through her body. "Ouuuhh, wh-what's this!?" Crying out in lust, Mirage could feel a warmth pleasure overtaking her body as she pressed down on her breasts, her virile shaft finally growing erect.
	"Ffffine, it's so fine!!" The now apple-sized package of Mirage throbbed as she felt her body's innards twist and deform, shaping out a thick sack that quickly began producing fluids, her own prostate. Ivara was once again entranced as her dancing slowed and she watched an orgasm plow through Mirage, her now footlong shaft aimed directly at Ivara as it began to fire splurts of cum. Each blast of sperm came thick and stringy, and Ivara soon found herself getting soaked in the musky liquid, it running over her body and making her shiver at the warmth of Mirage's splooge.
	"Oooh, d-don't mooooove Ivara, g-gotta get you nice and wet, like a real froggy~!" Lewd words left Mirage's tongue as she continued to climax, her urethra feeling as though it were on fire. Her balls were clenched up against her taint and her cockhead was dilated as thicker and muskier shots of jism escaped Mirage's cock, her mind feeling as though it may melt under the extreme duress of her pleasure. Slowly, Mirage's ejaculations began to die off, the constant streams no longer landing on the still Ivara and instead hitting the once pristine floor. "Ha. Ha. Haaa. S-so goooOOODD!!" And just as Mirage began to enjoy the warm buzz of her climax's aftermath she doubled over as her body throbbed in pain.
	Meanwhile, Ivara was stunned, her lower body soaked and utterly coated with a thick and viscous liquid. Slowly, the archer's fingers pressed into the warm liquid as it slid down her armor, but as she pressed down onto a large clump of Mirage's DNA, Ivara felt a pulse of pleasure. The stickiness of Mirage's sperm, it's warmth, all of this and Ivara could feel a prodding sensation at her waist as a phallic shape began to poke from her crotch. "This is?" Slowly at first, Ivara began to shift her waist back and forth as as she returned to dancing, the sperm coating her began to slide off, some stray globs dripping down onto her rapidly developing shaft. Each globule of cum that touched her now 6-inch shaft made Ivara shiver in pleasure, and soon she found herself sliding her fingers across the sides of her now formed dick, smearing Mirage's jizz into her cock. "This is g-good."
	Soon, Ivara found herself thrusting her hips from side to side as her hands slowly drifted down her legs, reveling in the feeling of the warm goo begin swung from her cock, the dancing felt good, the jizz felt good, everything felt good. And as Ivara shook her enormous ass she crouched down and began to twerk her hips up and down, making her now footlong shaft jostle and shake, a package slapping down against her meat almost as if she shook it from her body. Just like with Mirage, Ivara felt an amazingly hot pulse of pleasure as her ovaries twisted and formed into testes that plopped down within her sack, the sensitive layer of skin almost too small for her gigantic orbs. "Have to. Shake. Eggs~." Speaking aloud as though she were confirming a mission, Ivara picked up the twerking of her ass, her taut package slapping between her enormous rear and her flaccid shaft, her cock as wide as her fist and its head beginning to kiss the sperm-covered floor with its lips.
	As the two Tenno succumbed to depravity, Octavia was in her own world of music and composition. Each time the bard's fingers met the water organ, she felt a shiver of pleasure, and each shiver of pleasure drove her to compose more. "Haha! C'mon, lets break that ceiling!" She was aware of every nerve on her body, every single iota of pleasure as her fingers flew across the board and finally Octavia too began to thrust her hips. Whack. Whack. Whack. Octavia's shaft slapped against the bottom of the Hydraulus as she danced, no sense of cohesion to her movements, just pure enjoyment of the pleasure coursing through her. And just as thick as before, Octavia felt her shaft beginning to harden and lengthen, sending shivers of arousal up her spine. With a sudden, loud thunk, the bard's package swung back into existence, already incredibly swollen, her ovaries having twisted into testes before she had even grown her bulge of cock. Swinging back and forth, her comparatively small cock bounced up and down Octavia's throbbing ballsack as the shaft continued to grow, its head curving upwards, the sensation of her orbs being smacked around by her shaft filling her with even more pleasure. "Looks like I'll be your conductor for today, with a nice, hot baton~!"
	Stumbling at first, Mirage steadies herself on a wall, a hand across her stomach as her core is enveloped in pain. "Oouuhh, wh-what is this...?" Slowly, at first, the agony inside of Mirage begins to drift down her body, the Tenno leaning fully against the wall as she tries to control the pain coursing through her until finally it settles in her crotch. "Fffff-" Pain wells in the face of Mirage's lower body as she feels three bulges suddenly snap from her crotch, her already grown shaft sliding to make room as three more cocks begin to develop. "-aaaahh, wh-what is this!?" A chord of terror strikes through the Tenno as she gazes down on her cluster of shafts, the three new ones quickly growing to meet her two foot long cock. "A-and why does it feel so diviiineee..."
	The pain that welled inside of Mirage disappears all of a sudden as her four shafts throb with blood, the Tenno's libido flaring with testosterone as more of her musk begins to taint the air. Slowly, the beat begins to take control of Mirage again and she finds her hips gyrating, her muscles growing used to the impressive weight of her four lengths, her hands affectionately rubbing along the bases of her cocks. Each head has a heavy layer of foreskin stuck tight around its glans, and as Mirage begins to once more move to the beat, she can feel every twitch of her shafts test the strength of that foreskin-seal. "Oohh, time to make theses nasty big boys dance~!!"
	Loud thwacks fill the room as all three Tenno are consumed by dancing, their cocks slapping against their flesh, drooling and oozing their pre. And as Mirage picks up the tempo, thick plops echo from her, each shake of her hips causing an extra testicle to shake down and hang heavy in her ballsack, leaving the illusionist with four pairs of orbs, eight weighty testicles filling her sack, their heavy forms making her package look like a perverse caterpillar. "Mmh, this is my kind of multi-shot darlings~!"
	Even as pleasure coursed through her body, Ivara found envy consuming her again, envy at such enormous and so many cocks hanging from Mirage. A deep desire found itself in Ivara as she gave her booty one last shake, smearing her shaft in the copious cum still coating the floor. Raising her knees and putting her hands to her knees, Ivara fervently thrust her hips back and forth, the slapping of her sack meeting with her flaccid shaft electrifying her with pleasure as she once again managed to shake her cock coated with Mirage's sperm. Back and forth Ivara's droopy shaft swung, and each time it slapped against her already bulbous package, it had grown longer, while her sack growing denser and heavier. "Th-this is g-goood..."
	Deep within Ivara, her body began to make space for her own prostate, but unlike with Mirage, the thumping and pounding of the music interfered. "Ghrk! S-strange!" An emptiness filled Ivara as she felt a far too large hole being made inside of her, and the entirety of that hole found itself filled with her new prostate. It felt as though the entirety of her belly had been replaced but as thick pre began to drip from her cockslit, Ivara shivered in pleasure, her shaft finally growing erect as well. The enormous prostate inside of Ivara twist and bent with the thrusting of her hips, making the normally quiet Tenno give off constant grunts and groans as her pre was quite literally squeezed from her and down her urethra. Even stranger still, the arousal dripping from Ivara's shaft began to grow stickier as it poured down her length, pooling down at the base of her crotch before dripping down onto her swelling sack. Soon enough, the archer's length shined with a complete layer of pre that dripped off from the bottom of her sack in huge globs of arousal.
	The envy inside of Ivara evaporated as she felt the constant warmth of her own liquids dripping down her new genitals, even her swollen testicles getting a taste of the perverse heat. Back and forth, Ivara still swung her hips even though her cock no longer met her ballsack, instead she enjoyed the soft thwap as her testicles grazed the floor, and the contorting of the constantly productive prostate inside her. With each shake of her package and pound of the music's beat, Ivara's shaft seemed to grow even larger, a spear of depravity curling into the air as it jostled up and down with her dance until finally her cock began to prod into Mirage's literal bouquet of cocks.
	"O-oh my dear, quite forward aren't you? Especially with that delicious looking length of yours~." Placing her hands at her hips, Mirage gave a quick thrust forward and the two dancers found themselves alight with pleasure, Mirage's shafts being pushed apart as Ivara's cock was sandwiched between them.
	From her position squatting on the floor, Ivara continued to shake her hips, sliding her cock back and forth between Mirage's swollen shafts, the bottom of the archer's length grinding into the base of Mirage's cocks. "S-so good. Please. Continue." The frog warframe's speech became more scattered as her gooey cock was surrounded by Mirage's warmth, and the illusionist was all to happy to please.
	"Why if you insist~." Bending her knees in order to get a better angle, Mirage began to savagely thrust her hips, her crotch bouncing against the bottom of Ivara's shaft as Mirage pulled her enormous length into a hug, nestling it between her arms and belly.
	Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Mirage's sack bounced against Ivara's length in her lewd dance of cock meeting cock, her package full of eight testes jostling around, the swishing of sperm audible even over the music. Ivara felt as though she may fry from the pleasure enveloping her, and in a desperate bid to steady herself she stumbled out of her dance forward, grabbing onto two of Mirage's cockheads. Immediately the illusionist shuddered in pleasure, a gush of pre coming from all four of her slits as Ivara pulled herself to her feet, her thumbs grinding into Mirage's urethras. Finally they were face to face, Ivara's enormous single cock forcing all four of Mirage's to point upwards as well, still enwrapping Ivara's dick, the archer's length pressed up against the base of all four shafts with her thick pre oozing over everything.
	"Time. To repay." With alarming speed, Ivara's hands let go of Mirage's cocks and circled around to grab to great handfuls of Mirage's rear instead as she pulled the quad-cocked Tenno closer, their enormous sacks slapping together. "Ouuuhh~!" "Mnh!" Depraved satisfaction filled the duo as they ground their hips together in a perverse waltz, still moving to the music, still believing that the only thing that mattered was pleasuring their beautiful cocks. Back and forth, Mirage and Ivara ground their waists together, the frog's length bouncing in between Mirage's breasts as eight wrecking balls met with Ivara's over-stuffed package.
	"You two are looking H-O-T! Hot hot hot~!!" Satisfaction filled Octavia as she gave Ivara and Mirage a thumbs up, watching them press their perverse bodies together, their crotches meeting in wet smacks. "Time for my dancers to enjoy a nice finale~!"  The bard's hands returned to the Hydraulus and the heavy beat of the music seemed to double down, the rhythm hastening as Octavia shook her hips side to side, her own erect shaft whipping around its pre. Just like her companions, Octavia's own girth continued to grow larger and more depraved, especially as the now tainted Hydraulus began to course it's pink energy back into her, each thump of the synthetic drums signaling a lurch of growth from the Tenno. "Oooohh yeaaah~!" Ecstasy filled Octavia as she felt a familiar organ reawaken inside her, her prostate becoming active once again, pumping dopamine into her brain.
	Greater and thicker gouts of seminal fluid leaked from Octavia's cock as it began to lurch across the face of the Hydraulus, her length rutting back and forth over the piece of ancient history. Octavia's massive cockhead began to peak over the top of the water organ, her shaft the size Mesa's once was and as she kept up her performance, she felt her cock shake with the beat of music, her testes literally vibrating inside her sack. "Move it or -unf- lose it girls!" With a swift stroke of her fingers, Octavia flung her hands to the air as she swung her hips back and forth, her gigantic package swinging with her waist, her mammoth-like cock sliding back and forth across the Orokin relic, staining it with her juices.
	The bard's display of showmanship had consequences however, and the salty fluids coming from her cock seeped into the insides of the water organ, the already twisted machine beginning to crackle and hiss as it was fed back its own energy. With a loud crack, the room shook with the beat of the drums, the music smashing into the Tenno still trapped in the hold of pleasure, filling their minds with the all-consuming taint of the perverse song. As the water organ roared in song, Octavia's very core shook from each blast of the instrument, her fluid-filled prostate and package taking the brunt of it, the once chipper Tenno now reduced to groaning and drooling inside of her helmet as it felt like her mind was turned to mush. "F-fff-yeaaaahhh..."
	Ivara and Mirage grinded against each other, Ivara's gooey cock spreading its arousal all over Mirage who in turn drooled globs of pre onto Ivara, the pair coated in the other's arousal. And as they felt the waves of music overcoming them, the duo's humping picked up in speed, their sacks rapidly smacking into each other, both illusionist and archer's brains getting filled with a mix of pain and pleasure as their most sensitive parts met like wrecking balls. "O-ouh, h-here it comes!!" "A-affirmative!"
	With one final thrust from Ivara, she smashed her ballsack up against Mirage's, her shaft's base rubbing against the bottom of her companion's cocks. It felt as though the prostate inside of Ivara was being crushed as her belly flexed, every ounce of liquid in her swollen prostate being pumped out of her and meeting with the thick sperm coming from her sack, mixing together into a thick splooge that shot out of her cockslit in what looked like eggs of jism. The archer's body burned with pleasure as she shot more and more of her cum-eggs, each payload arcing into the air before hitting the ground with a loud splat, yellow-ish mounds of cream peppering the floor.
	As Ivara's musky cum rained down upon the pair, Mirage couldn't hold herself back any longer, her over-stuffed ballsack clenching and pulling her octuplet of testes up between her legs. It felt as though each pair of cum factories nestled inside of Mirage were being drained empty, the resulting sperm almost clogging up her quad-urethras, not enough seminal fluid to go around. "O-oh deaaarrr..." Back and forth Mirage slapped her hips against the still orgasming Ivara, trying to squeeze her own climax out of her but only enduring more pain as the amount of sperm caught in her shafts continued to grow. It felt as those she may explode, the illusionist clenching her body as hard as she could, trying to squeeze out every drop of fluid in her prostate. Until finally, the backed up swimmers in Mirage's lengths finally slid free.
	"Mnnnhhhh!!" The once refined Tenno could do little more than grunt as her cockslits were stretched wide, her payload coming out even thicker and muskier than Ivara's, her cum splashing onto the pair of Tenno. Mirage could barely stand as her entire being was wracked with pleasure, her bones turning to putty as her balls emptied onto both her and Ivara, the only thing keeping Mirage up being Ivara's hands still clenching her rear. The pair of orgasming Tenno looking like a perverse fountain as their cum arced into the air.
	Octavia meanwhile was an even larger drooling mess than Mirage, her hands clenched atop the Hydraulus as she tried to keep herself from crumpling into a heap of pleasure, the nook of her musky genitals centered right on the source of the passionate melody affecting the Tenno. Wisps of pink energy began to push into Octavia's urethra, somehow stretching her cockhole wide as the energy pumped into her prostate and package, staining the liquids pink. Slowly, the bard's mind was shutting down from pleasure, but she held on solely out of commitment to finish her 'set'.
	As more energy pumped from the Orokin instrument and into Octavia, her body began to feel its limits. The bard's package had swollen to an incredible size, larger than an infested charger, and her shaft greater than an archwing fin. "H-h-here c-comes the c-climax!" Dredging up the last of her consciousness, Octavia made one more quip as the Hydraulus snaked the last of its pink energy inside of her, her cockslit snapping shut with a wet slap. A deep and awful thud was heard as Octavia's balls began to quiver, lifting themselves to her crotch as they began to empty in her titanic shaft, the head struggling to open again as a sliver of pale pink splooge left Octavia. As that drop of cum slid down the bard's shaft, her urethra suddenly snapped open wide as a surge of fluid left Octavia's shaft, a constant stream of pink-sperm poured out as though her cock were a perverse hose, her cum quickly forming a puddle. All Octavia could feel was the warm embrace of climax, cohesive thoughts abandoned as she groaned in pure ecstasy, the puddle on the floor growing to ankle height as her orgasm dragged on. Gallons of ejaculate seemed to leave Octavia, her pink nut-sludge meeting with Ivara and Mirage's own wasted DNA, piling up into a musky slurry of jizz.
	The sheer amount of thick cum filling the room soon had the Tenno submerged to their knees, each one of the noble warriors a shaking mess as their gigantic cocks continued to flex and release more of their nasty payload. All thought for the Tenno had disappeared, replaced by the pure ecstasy of their smelly shafts firing off enormous loads of equally smelly cum. But slowly, their reserves of fluids dwindled, Mirage being the first to stop, her prostate already depleted as her balls squeezed out the last bits of incredibly thick nut-paste. The illusionist leaned against Ivara in a daze, her hands enwrapping the archer and causing the last few cum-eggs to come out of Ivara to get shot right in between the two, the sticky orbs connecting the two together, perverse fumes drifting into their heads.
	Octavia's climax still dragged on even as Ivara and Mirage leaned against a wall, their shafts still slowly being smacked together, still grinding their cum into each other. Bit by bit, the torrent of jizz that left Octavia's shaft began to die down, until finally a lone few drops of pink drizzled down her shaft. The only reason the room not utterly filled with Octavia's payload being the vents now busted open from the weight of Tenno sperm. And as Octavia's orgasm died off, blood began to leave her gigantic shaft, the appendage becoming flaccid as she flopped onto her back, making a splash in the sea of soft-pink. "Aaahhahaha...A-anybody c-care for an encore?"