Latula: Sometimes a fair deal of strange relationships can happen. A bully and his victim becomes friends, a bride leaves her groom at the altar for her true love, or a popular gamergirl starts to hang out with the foreign social outcast. It had started with Damara walking in on Latula playing Troll Mario Kart and soon afterwards it had snowballed into weekly gaming nights. Usually they put some sort of bet into the mix to spice things up, most of the time being some favor like "do my hive chores for the week" or the like. Latula had a tendency to win most nights (if not all so far), so she had nothing against the bets at all.

Tonight was a new gaming night, both of them having plopped down in the couch that houses the TV and multitude of consoles. It was Damara's turn to decide on a game, but she had been very secretive all day about which one. Latula, wearing her regular tight skating suit, fixed her glasses and looked at the Megido. Her clothes hugged her body and showed off every curve, easily giving her the attention of passersby she met on her skateboard. “Alright gurl, time's up! What game did you decide on this time?”

Damara: After setting up the snacks (bringing them was the terms of last week's bet for losing Troll Mario Party, which was BULLSHIT because- Damara narrowly avoids taking her anger out on the chip bowl as she transports it from the counter to the couch cushion between them. Rage restrained, she instead focuses her energies on perfectly executing her master plan. Her firm butt bounces into the couch and she smiles at Latula with a fairly concerning mix of excitement and sly underhandedness. “Watashi wa anata ga sore o rikai shite inakatta, gēmu no anata no namae o tsugemashita. <I told you the name of the game, you just didn't understand it.>” From her sylladex two discs are rapidly launched but she snatches them out of the air before they could even consider damaging the hive. One with reflexes, the other telekinesis. “Osananajimi wa Daitouryou” It's a pc game, for certain. “ Deai-kei shimu. Junbi wa dekimashita ka? <A dating sim. Are you ready?>”

Latula: Aw yes, snacks. Latula was quick to snatch a few chips from the bowl, stuffing them into her mouth and grinding them to practically dust with her sharp teeth. It distracted her from some of Damara's initial smugness, but it was still enough to make Latula glance over the top of her shades with a questioning look. Okay, what game was it? “A dating sim!? That's like, hardly a game at all!” She rolled her eyes and reached for two laptops by the side of the couch, placing one in Damara's lap. “Fine, if you want to dig your own grave. I've been to tons of dates, it's going to be the easiest ride evar.” Sadly, none of those dates were in East Beforan.

Damara: And there's no way any of those dates were with the empress. Except the empress is ALSO an alien. Fairly certain of how this was going to go, she swoops in for the kill. “Watashitachiha hajimeru mae ni, kake-kin o kessai suru ki? <Care to settle the wager before we begin?>” Parts of that should be fairly recognizable to Latula, considering Damara's typically the one to make sure it's squared away before a clear victor is in sight. The game launches on its own once the disk is in. Ah, that start up music. Those graphics. This game fucking sucks. Should be like troll kryptonite to Pyrope.
Latula: Latula was glad that she was wearing her "protective shades", at least making the screen take on a shade of all red instead of the rainbow puke that covered it. She could feel a part of her shrivel up and die inside, wishing that of all the senses she had lost why did it have to be smell? Meulin would have been so lucky to not hear this crappy music. “...Sure.” she said without looking up from the morbid screen. “Uh, how about one free favor or something? No questions asked?”

Damara: Ooh, too easy. She didn't even have to jokingly suggest sex should she win. Latula was just going to LET her ask for it. She is pleased. “Kanpekina saundo.<Sounds perfect.>” With a wry smirk on her face she angled herself slightly away from Latula, didn't want either of them cheating after all. She settled into the crook of the couch and began rather hastily, a veteran of these kinds of games. She could have picked one she was intimately familiar with, but that would have felt a little TOO underhanded. In two to three hours this would be in the bag.

Latula: Latula picked up that Damara was alright with the bet, sighing loudly in preparation for what was to come. She had to be on her top game for this, so she cracked her knuckles and- “Hey, wait up! I wasn't ready!” She let out a small panicked yelp and then began to hammer on the computer, working furiously through the menu screen. Okay... Start! No wait, those are the options. She didn't want to change the screen size, she wanted to go back to the menu! This East Beforan was sooo confusing.

Damara: Damara makes several mistakes, being unfamiliar with this specific game, but she's mostly successful. Multiple alien rulers fall under her romantic sway, including the fake empress AND the real empress. Her score was climbing pretty steadily, and out of a total one hundred thousand possible points, by the final chapter she's just surpassed 50,000. Not bad for a first time. She slaves hard over that husktop until that last choice and, aiming for a specific score, she actually deliberately disappoints part of her harem to get exactly the amount she needs. Satisfied with 69,420 points, she giggles and leaves the game over screen up as proof while she sneakily peeks over at Latula. Hopefully she hadn't found the language options, despite labelling.

Latula: When Damara glanced over at Latula she would see a woman who was utterly in distress. Her shades were slanted and there was a drop of sweat running down her cheeks as she slammed away on the keyboard, her lips moving silently as she whispered small curses to herself. “No, no, no, oh hell no I did not ask her to probe me damnit!” Amazingly enough it appeared that she had gotten through the game, most likely through sheer force and will, but oh. Oh goodness. “Uuuh... You're meant to get as few points as possible, rite?“ As the credits began to roll, Latula looked up at Damara with a defeated expression. “Right?”

Damara: “SNRKT.” She covers her mouth before more of the laugh can escape. No need to be too mean, not right now. “Īe. Kore wa mōshiwakearimasenga, gorufude wa arimasen. <No. This is not golf, sorry.>” Still trying not to laugh, she turns her computer so Latula can see it, and her point total. She does snicker a bit at her score again. Too perfect. “Dakara, anata wa tadashī, watashi no o shiri o kerimashita ka? <So you kicked my ass, right?>” Alright, maybe a little mean, with a smug smile to boot.

Latula: It was still near to impossible to actually decipher what Damara was saying, but there was no way one could mistake the smug look on her face. Latula pulled up her shades and rubbed her eyes, groaning loudly. “Fuuuck, you can't be serious.” She promptly closed her laptop and put it away, crossing her arms. “Shame that I totally got a higher score. I got uh, 69421. Gamegurl wins again, haha!” They both knew she was lying, frankly she wasn't even trying at this point.

Damara: She gets a sympathetic chuckle from Damara as she sets her own computer to the side and stands. “Saigo ni hitotsu wa, watashi wa, ketteiteki ni sugurete imasu! Watashi wa chōdo sore o suu to shimashou ​​.<Finally one I'm definitively better at! Let me just say SUCK IT.>” With true enthusiasm she does the rude gesture involving a pelvic thrust and gesturing to your crotch with both hands, looking cocky as all hell. “... Īe, hontōni, sore o suimasu. <... No but really, suck it.>” Lifting one hand up to head level she mimics a blowjob, hand jerking it while her tongue makes a bulge in her cheek. Her other hand points at Latula, then her, than Latula again several times while she mimics this. “Īe shitsumon wa, migi, tazunete imasu ka? 〜 <No questions asked, right?~>”

Latula: Perhaps Latula shouldn't have shown so much regret over losing, because now she just felt embarrassed by Damara's taunts. She put her hands in front of her eyes and groaned again, knowing that she had it coming. It wasn't like she didn't brag about winning either. “Alright, alright, I get it, you win!” She spread her fingers and settled in to watch the maroonblood keep taunting her. When Damara began to simulate a blowjob she felt herself becoming a bit confused, not really getting what the girl meant until she added that last part. Not that she understood the words but the tone was unmistakable. “Oh haha. Come on now. You can't be serious.” >;P It did make her cheeks flush up teal though.

Damara: YES. She goes blank, completely serious, just to say that one thing before she smiles again. “Soretomo watashitachiha, anata ga shitte iru kanōsei ga arimasu. <Or we could, you know.>” Her pointer finger and thumb on one hand make a ring while the other pokes into it repeatedly with fervor. “To no to no to no to no to no to no ue... <On and on and on and on and on and on and on...>” She makes eye contact. Despite being amused, she is unmistakably serious. “Sore wa anata ga konomu monoda baai. <If that's what you'd prefer.>”

Latula: Welp, it seemed like Damara really wasn't joking. Latula let out something resembling a giggle and threw her hair back, her cheeks almost shining teal in color. “Hah, I mean, sure. Like, why not?” It was obvious that she was still uncertain, most likely not really believing that her friend would go through with it. She shifted on the couch and began to crawl towards Damara on her hands and knees. “A girl has to let herself loose sometimes, right? I'm feeling like the second one would do just fine.” She peeked over her glasses and winked. It wasn't like Damara had the equipment for doing what she suggested, as far as she knew.

Damara: Smug smirks staying firmly in place, Damara licks her lips and unclips her skirt, letting it just fall to the floor around her feet. Her briefs underneath (not cute schoolgirl panties? Shocking.) seem like there's something odd about them, the part in between the legs seeming more substantial than it should be. Wasting no time, she starts to pull it down and almost immediately her dark brown horse cock becomes visible, sagging limply onto the underwear until she gets it past her knees and shifts a little, letting it flop free. Partially mottled with a pinker skin tone, the softie is slightly bigger than you'd expect a genuine one to be while hard. “Watashi wa hotondo no jikan o kurakku watashi no o shiri ni sore o hozon suru hitsuyō ga arimasu. Ima watashi wa anata ni sore o hozon suru tsumoridesu! <I have to store it in my ass crack most times. Now I'm going to store it in yours!>” She rotates her torso on the spot a little bit, swaying her beastly dick side to side inches from Latula's face. “ Kiniirimashita ka? <Like it?>”

Latula: “Wha- Hey, hang on.” Latula's eyes went wide as she saw Damara begin to undress, but other than voicing her concerns she did nothing to stop her. Not that she could've, since before she knew it the skirt was gone and then the underwear as well. That gave the tealblood a clear view of the enormous cock, her mouth slowly opening in awe. She had no idea that Damara was so well-endowed, and the cock of a hoofbeast too? Her lips moved a bit as she tried to think of something to say, but failing that she settled with a Wow. And then it was in her face, Latula's fingers digging into the couch seat from the arousal building up inside of her. “That's like, just so rad. And big. And hot. So you want me to, well, you know…” She did the same blowjob motion that Damara made earlier, her voice a mix of lust and anticipation. “Lube it up or whatever?”

Damara: Taken completely by surprise that Latula was such a fan of her package, she raised her eyebrows a little before letting her smile return. This was going to be a blast. “Shite kudasai hai, ā. Sore mo, soreha hādo eru no o tasukemasu. <Oh, yes please. That will help get it hard, too.>” Her hand wraps around the base and lifts it a couple times to demonstrate that she was one hundred percent limp right now, nearly smacking Latula in the face with the jiggling thing as it ripples, until finally she purposefully rubs it against her friend's cheek. Her nuts wobble a little too, and if they were any fuller they'd be sloshing loudly right about now. While waiting for Latula to rise to the occasion, as well as making /her/ rise, she looks over that tight body suit Latula is always wearing, practically begging people to look over her curves and envy/lust over her shapely body. God was she going to destroy that ass.

Latula: Latula had to admit that she could hardly believe that she was agreeing to this herself, the horsecock held invitingly to her face. But a bet was a bet and well, Pyropes do have lower inhibitions than most other trolls. Maybe that's why she had no difficulty nuzzling the large dick without even thinking about it. “'Kay, I have no idea what you said but hey, you seem eager.” She flashed a lusty smile up at Damara and then pushed her plush black lips against the flared tip, opening them to let her tongue slide out and lick along the head. Her eyes alternated between looking up at Damara and the cock she was sucking on, so when she noticed that the maroonblood seemed interested in her features she made sure to give a little shake with her bottom. It was then she noticed a problem however, causing her to pull back an inch. “This is real hot Damz but, heh, it's pretty big.” She opened her mouth as much as she could, but it was apparent that she wouldn't be able to get it in. At least not without some help along the way.

Damara: The Megido raises her eyebrows for a moment before laughing and shaking her head. “Uwa ̄ , watashi wa subete no hitobito no anata kara kiite imasu kantan ni akirameru hito no hanashi no yōna mono o shinjiru koto ga dekimasen. Koko ni. <Wow, I can't believe the sort of quitter talk I'm hearing from you of all people. Here.>” Grabbing the side of Latula's head in one hand and positioning her dick with the other, she forcefully presses the two together, Latula's mouth forced onto the tip of the cock until finally it pops inside of her, filling her mouth with the wide flat tip. “O sanshō shite kudasai? Hādode wanai mattaku. <See? Not hard at all.>” Now that her partner has engaged, she puts both hands to holding up her shaft so that Latula can get it in without it sagging, although if her throat was anything like her mouth she wouldn't be flaccid for long.

Latula: Quitter? Hell no, Latula never backed down from a challenge! It didn't seem like she had a choice to do that however, as suddenly her lips was pressed flush against the cock. She made a short noise in her throat in protest but it was pointless as the flared head was forced into her mouth. Well, now that problem was solved. With lips spread thin around the length she started to push herself forward. She made sure to press her tongue against the underside of the cock and rub against it, slathering spit all over it. Soon it began to push against her throat, making her brace herself against gagging and begin to swallow it down further.  Latula wasn't going to leave it at that though, leaning her weight on one hand so that she could starting groping Damara's sack with the other. She was awestruck with how amazingly big Damara was; Mituna couldn't match her in size for sure.

Damara: “Saigo ni nesshindesho?  <Finally eager huh?>” The east beforan lets out a pleased coo when she feels Latula's cool hands on her painfully full scrotum. She wants to do so much dirty talk, but knowing that most of it will be unintelligible she bites her tongue.  There's no doubt that she's getting hard fairly quickly from the very tight throat, although it's more that she's big than that the throat is small. She's still not full size yet, but her shaft is rigid and she can leave Latula to embed it in her throat without holding it up anymore. Instead she just gently places her hands on Latula's head, thumbs hooking around her sharp horns. She leers over Latula's glasses and grins when she makes eye contact, genuinely happy that she's about to get some tail. “Sore wa dono yō ni ajiwau no ka? Yoidesu ka? <How's it taste? Good?>”

Latula: Latula's eyelids fluttered in arousal as she felt the large member begin to harden, making her suck and swallow even more intensely around the spongy length. Sometimes she let out dulled moans, the vibrations causing the cock extra pleasure. Soon it'd be difficult to just continue pushing herself forward against Damara's crotch as her throat had already started bulging from the hardening cock's girth. When she got eye contact with Damara she did a thumbs up before going back to stroking those pendulous balls and feeling them churn up cum. She then forced herself forward a couple of more inches, intending to reach the base if she could.

Damara: As her shaft thickened and lengthened, she could feel her gaming buddy get tighter and tighter around her. Hoping to help against the increased resistance she tightens her grip a little and pulls Latula closer to her groin, hard enough to be helpful but not enough to make her sore. Briefly, Damara worries that Latula might need to breathe, but realizes that that's probably not an issue in the dream bubbles. There's still over a foot of cock left to bury but they seemed to be making good headway. Every few inches Damara grunts happily. “OOHG, GOOD GIRL.”

Latula: Each inch that sank into her gullet could be felt on the gamergirl, the cockhead poking and pushing against the insides of her stomach. A small squeal could be heard as Damara tugged, but was quickly followed by a moan as Latula spread her lips even more. Each throb of the massive length made her shiver and get more eager to take the whole thing in, even though now that it was erect it felt even bigger. At least Damara seemed to enjoy it too, so Latula went ahead and moved her hand from the gray sack to the part of the maroonblood's cock that she still hadn't swallowed and began to stroke vigorously. “Mmnf!~”

Damara: Damara really wants to try to slam the rest of her length in all with one thrust, but with Latula's hand there that probably wouldn't work out too well. Biting her lip, she instead starts to roll her hips a little, which still helps push i in a little faster, and also potentially gives Latula the hint that she really wants to slam her cock into her throat and feel that tightness on her whole shaft, pseudo sheath included. Y'know, maybe. She also idly wonders if Latula could withstand her pumping a load in her throat AND whatever hole they chose to use next. Only one way to find out.

Latula: At this point Latula didn't think herself capable of getting off from Damara's cock alone, practically stuck blowing the massive horsedick until the maroonblood saw fit to stop. She gurgled a bit as the other began to buck forwards, taking her hand off the shaft so that she could steady herself. This of course gave Damara all the space she needed to start thrusting for real, to feel Latula's wet insides around her whole length.

Damara: With the way free and clear, Damara waggles her hips from side to side for just a second before holding Latula's head a little tighter and pulling on it to meet her suddenly thrusting hips. Even the thicker sheath-like part of her cock slides into the skater's eager mouth, and her balls flop forward to softly pap against her swollen and full throat. With those plush black lips pressed to her groin, she groans softly. “Ooh, Watashi wa kore o aishiteimasu. 〜  <I am LOVING this.~>” With a grin she makes eye contact again to make sure she didn't commit some offense there, but either way she rather slowly pumps the last inch of her shaft in and out, each inch of her massive cock rubbing tight against Pyrope's insides and sending amazing little tingles of pleasure down the shaft.

Latula: While it was true that she had been given a fair share of warnings there was no helping the startled grunt Latula made. Her eyes opened up wide as her face was driven into the warm crotch, smoshing her up against it. The cock had pushed and distorted both her throat and stomach so that they were bulging out obscenely and showing an outline of the beastly cock. Her body tensed up periodically and squeezed the cock even tighter, almost as if all of Latula was a throbbing fucktoy. When her eyes met with Damara's through her ascewed eyes she did a firm thumbs up; it was hard to tell with her lips spread but it almost looked like she was smiling a bit.

Damara: Wicked. Readjusting her hands a little, Damara starts to speed up until several inches ar slamming in and out of Latula's mouth. She doesn't mash her face against her crotch every time so as not to hurt her, but her speed is enough for her thick testes to make a wet sounding slap against Latula's neck every time she goes forward, although if they hung any lower normally they'd be hitting the top of her tits with each swing. “OH FUCK.” Damara inhales sharply as she gets one particularly pleasant jolt,making her whole body shiver a little. “Anata wa totemo kuso yoi suimasu. <You suck so fucking well.>”

Latula: As Damara starts to increase the speed, Latula finds herself needing some extra balance once more. She puts her hands down against the couch and grips on tightly, digging her nails in so that she almost pierces the fabric. Surprisingly, or perhaps not so once you think about it, having the girthy length shoved down her throat was a real turn-on for the gamergirl and she tried her best to add extra pleasure for Damara. It was pretty hard considering how much she was stretched, leaving her mostly usable as a fuckhole. A very good and tight fuckhole. Her glasses fell off and some of her hair slid in front of her eyes, but Latula didn't care, just focusing on blowing Damara as much as possible.

Damara: Considering she has completely encapsulated a cock about as long as her partner's torso into her it's astounding Damara's lasted this long, but after several more minutes of fucking her new friend with benefits turned living onahole, she starts to get close. Under her breath she had been whispering indecipherable east beforan dirty talk, but now her breathing got a little heavier and you could see her chest heave slowly while she continued to fuck Latula's face with vigor. Eventually she grinds her groin as hard against the girl's face as she can get, loving the feeling of stretching out her body so much all for the sake of her own sexual gratification. She's only like this for a moment before she starts to thrust a little thinking she had a false alarm, but she both pulls Latula forward and grinds her hips forward as well as her orgasm really does hit her only a few seconds later. Her head tilts back a little and she lets out this deep guttural groan when it begins. Balls shuddering and tightening, she begins to pump thick creamy alabaster jism directly into Latula's stomach, the cum bump visible almost immediately. Her powerful desperate panting is probably the only audible thing barring Latula's reaction to this, naturally.

Latula: It was true that Latula had taken her fair share of cocks in her life, being the radical gurl she is. Those were nothing compared to the shaft that was hurriedly being slammed into her throat, the perverse feeling causing her to near constantly shiver in arousal. With one particularly nasty thrust her eyes crossed and she had to stop herself from shoving her fingers through her suit and into her own cunt, which was probably for the best as with the breakneck pace that Damara held she needed to keep herself steady. Suddenly she could feel the rod twitch noticeably inside of her, which was the prelude to the deluge of cum that hit her right in her stomach. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the feeling of having her stomach expand so rapidly. They'd have to take care not to rip the suit, but Damara seemed like she had more important things in mind.

Damara: The depraved futa slamming into Latula comes for far longer than any normal troll could, which is saying something. If the girl's body suit hadn't broken yet, it was at its limit when Damara's last glob of spunk left her. Groaning a little quieter now, Damara pulled back slightly and stroked her partner's hair a little, sounding a little tired. “Kaminoke... Yoi kuchi. Sono on'na no tame ni matsu koto ga dekimasen. <God damn... Good mouth. Can't wait for that cunt.>” With one last pant she pats Latula on the side of the head and starts to pull out, her shaft feeling the cool air against its shiny skin slathered in a combination of her potent cum and and Latula's spit.

Latula: By the time Damara stopped cumming, Latula had almost slipped into unconsciousness from the savage fuck. Her suit had started to show tears at her stomach area which had swollen up to the point where she looked pregnant with more than one kid, gray skin bulging out between the seams. Her eyes had a hard time focusing on anything, but eventually she found the strength to look up at Damara only to close her eyes afterwards. This was because the maroonblood had begun to pull out, and when the cock plopped out of her mouth it was followed by a gout of cum that splattered on the couch. Latula fell forwards into the mess, coughing and drooling cum. Of course, with her body bent like this, her ass became even more prominent. If she had been turned around it would have almost been like she was offering her holes to be ravaged. “R-Rad…”

Damara: It takes a little extra effort to get the tip out of Latula now that it's flared, but with a strong jerk backward it pops out with a wet slopping noise, damn near half a gallon of cum pouring out behind it and splashing everywhere. The poor girl seemed exhausted, which was a shame because Damara was still ready and raring to go, feeling hornier than ever. “Kami, fakku. Totemo yoidesu. <God, fuck. So good.>” She leans down a little and presses her shaft against Latula's back, seeing her tip nearly reach the booty. “Hotondo haku watashi wa anata ga sugoude shinguru baisen shimashita! Dono yō ni hotto 〜 <I almost spit roasted you single handedly! How hot~>”

Latula: It was obviously a relief for Latula to feel the shaft slide out of her mouth, although she had to cough for a few moments just to clear her airways of the sticky fluid. She wiped her mouth somewhat clean and was about to sit back up, only to feel the weight of the enormous cock keep her down. “Heh, you seem like you-” Cough “-really liked it huh? Maybe next game we play will be cocksucking, just so that I'll win it as well.” She chuckled a little, even though she was still a bit shaken from the skullfucking. At least that gave Damara plenty of time to admire her body.

Damara: “Matawa pōkā o torinozokimasu. <Or strip poker.>” She lifts her cock back up and pats the top of Latula's head with it for shits and giggles. “Watashi ga iwanakereba naranaiga, watashi wa anata no aidea ga, watashi wa hontōni ataisuru yō ni, maikai watashi no kokku o sābisu ni massugu ni sukippu daisukidesu. <Although I must say I love the idea of you skipping straight to servicing my cock every time, like I truly deserve.>” She bends forward and gives a light pat on the ass as she giggles, other hand groping her balls. “NOW. ASS? CUNT?” She rubs the lower part of her shaft against Latula's face to remind her that she's lubed up, and they were lubing her up for a reason.

Latula: It felt a bit silly, if not just a tad humiliating for Latula to have Damara drag her member across her face, but she endured and swallowed down some cum that was still left in her mouth. She couldn't quite tell what Damara was saying, but the last three broken words were easily understandable. If not them, the cock mushed against her face surely was. “Heh, hey! What, do you think I spent all this time sucking you off and didn't get horny?” Grunting, she started to turn around under Damara's beastly member, until she was leaned over on her knees to expose both her wobbly ass and cunt. Perhaps it would have been best to take off her bodysuit first, but she was way too horny think that straight. “A gurl can't be more wet. Fuck my cunt and fuck me hard.” >;]

Damara: Oh god, that was pretty hot. It wasn't exactly a lot of dirty talk, but enthusiasm sure was doing it for her. Damara feels up her tip to make sure the flare has died down at least a little before swinging it under Latula's legs for it to press up against the troll girl's belly. “Taido ga daisukidesu. Kore wa tanoshī koto ni narimasu. <Love the attitude. This will be fun.>” With the hand that's not STILL groping her own balls, she starts to rub at Latula's labia with her middle finger, sensually sliding it up and down the whole length. She doesn't keep it up for long though, eventually finding the clit and rubbing it gently through the bodysuit. After a few moments of this she convinces her hand to let her balls be and with both thumbs on either side of Latula's pussy they spread apart until the material rips and she can see just the barest hint of that teal cooch. A single finger finds its way through that small rip, teasing at her entrance. “MMM, BEG. IT HOT.”

Latula: Considering the amount that Latula swallowed she had to hold back so that she didn't cough up more cum when the large cock pressed against her stomach. Still, feeling it so close made her have to pause a moment just so that she didn't start grinding against it out of sheer arousal. When she felt Damara start to tease her she lets out a small shiver and raises her ass a bit more so that the maroonblood will have an easier time to reach. She was not really concerned about the body suit, especially since her stomach had caused a few tears in the front. What she did pay attention to however was the finger that started to tease her directly, making her grip the couch and moan. “Mmm fuck, girl. Please Damz, I n-need your big, fat cock in me sooo much!” As she spoke she tried to push her ass back a bit, just so that the finger would slip further in. If Damara had decided to call off the night at this point it was likely that Latula would jump her and force the dick in herself. “Your finger isn't gonna be enough, not even if you slip your whole fucking hand in. C'mon, I need to feel your hard cock spear my sopping cunt now!”

Damara: Good god that was really doing it for her. Taking a step back, Damara lines up the most prominent part of her tip with the tiny hole and start to press forward pretty hard. At first nothing happens besides pushing on Latula, but soon enough the little hole turns into a big tear and she's pressing her stallion prick's wide head against her friend's soaked pussy. She doesn't bother taking a moment here, instead bucking her hips at just the right angle to pop inside, watching the folds spread farther than they're meant to go around her as her tip disappears. With a cocky grin she starts to roll her hips and leans forward to grab Latula's as well for stability and leverage. The grunting noises she makes are rather unladylike.

Latula: When Damara pulled back it was obvious what was going to come next. Latula had to bite her lip so that she wouldn't squeal in excitement, the skater bracing herself. As Damara's cockhead began to push against her she pushed backwards in return so that she wouldn't simply be shoved forward, and soon enough the tip went inside. Feeling her nether lips be spread so much caused her to back on her selfmade promise and squeak, the sound quickly turning into a moan as another inch sank in. “G-God d-damn that's hot!” Her nails dug holes into the couch as her gaming buddy continued to push in her otherworldly length, Latula panting softly through her nose.

Damara: Damara quietly laughs to herself at her partner's response, hands roaming symmetrically along Latula's prodigious rump and feeling the cushiness. She could sleep on this, damn. Her fantastically sized member, meanwhile, is spearing Latula deeper and deeper, the folds of that teal pussy inviting it in almost enthusiastically and gripping her tightly. In what would be an astounding feat for normal people, a whole foot of heavy duty crotch meat is in the rad girl not too long later, prompting its owner to inhale sharply through her teeth and give her submissive partner a well placed spank. “FUCKIN TIGHT! OOF.”

Latula: Latula had to admit that of all the people she had slept with Damara must have the largest rod, which came as a pleasant surprise indeed. She was panting against the couch pillow, small moans and grunts escaping her lips as the prick was thrusted deeper. “Mmooh~ Harder Damz! Make me really feel it!” She did her best to wiggle her ass and entice Damara further, Latula loving the hands roaming her cheeks. The sudden slap caused her to yelp and tense up, clenching her pussy around the cock and practically milking it with her it.

Damara: If this slut was implying that she couldn't feel it, she had something coming. Hands sliding forward just a little to Latula's hips now, the perverted ram-troll grips tightly and takes full control, jamming her crotch forward a she grinds the girl's hips towards her own. She takes the time to thrust and drill each gained inch as powerfully and memorably as she can, especially when she gets to pop in her medial ring. It's a shame she wouldn't be seeing any stomach bulge due to their earlier fun, but she's not really thinking about that, instead worried about having less than half of her cock in open air, although it still seemed like there could be over a foot. “FEEL NOW?” One hand sneaks a few quick circular rubs on Latula's clitoris as she says this to really help convince her. With the goal of bottoming out in sight, she can reach up now to use Latula's sides, just below her armpits, as a better hold than her hips, what with being leaned over the girl.

Latula: While Latula had expected Damara to ramp up her game somewhat, the swift thrust that was delivered almost knocked her breath out, both from force and pleasure alike.  She let out a loud, slutty moan, arching her back a little before falling forward and planting her face against the couch. It continued until Damara pushed in the medial ring as well, causing Latula to gasp and have her eyes roll back into her head for a moment. “Y-Yes! Fuck YES!” While there was no sign of her head behind her cum-stuffed belly, her abdomen had been stretched by the dick and showed how much space it took up there. If Latula was reacting like this from just having Damara insert her cock, wonder how she'd be once they actually got to the fucking part.

Damara: “Anata jishin o junbi shimasu.~ <Prepare yourself.~>” Pulling Latula down on her simultaneously with one huge thrust gets her most of the way inside, catching on her sheath. It only takes a little bit of hip grinding to slip that between the teal slut's nether lips as well so that Damara can finally bottom out with a thrust heavy enough to emulate a spank. “FUCK YEAH.” Wrapping her arms all the way around Latula's torso, bulge and all, she presses her chest against the girl's back and puts her chin on Latula's shoulder, whispering in her ear. “U ̄ n, sore wa dono yō ni kokku ni michite iru, to kanjite imasu ka? Watashi wa anata ga sore o anata sukoshi fushidarana on'na o aishi kakeru, to watashi wa anata ga ne, motto hoshī kakemasu ka? <Mmm, How's it feel, being so full of cock? I bet you love it you little slut, and I bet you want more, huh?>” She laughs quietly, with a little grunt of pleasure at the end before she quietly breaks into english. “(beg more.)”

Latula: Once again it felt like she got the breath knocked out of her, her mouth wide open but just a few short moans coming out as Damara tried to get the sheathe in. The final thrust appeared to get her vocal cords going again though, as she cried out loudly against the couch when the last inch disappeared inside of her. Even with her cum gut the head of Damara's cock was visible, having the teal cunt so far. Latula laid with her ear against the couch and just breathed in and out, her slack tongue allowing some drool to trail out of the corner of her mouth. She couldn't understand what Damara was saying except for those two last words, and they were very well recieved. “M-More.~ Just, fuck, I need so much more of you in me Damz... I s-swear, I'll do anything just... Fuck me so, so hard gurl!~"

Damara: “Un. Daiichi no yori ōku no koto. <Hmm. One more thing first.>” With a little effort, Damara shifts from her position on top of Latula to be standing again. Pulling out only a couple inches of her shaft she reaches down with both arms, each hand hefting a weighty orb in her scrotum. She lifts her grapefruit sized nuts so they're pressed against the bottom of her fuckpole before she starts to push forward, not slamming in, but just sliding, with her nuts stating to squish between them. Eventually with nowhere else to go Latula's cunt begins to stretch to accomodate her massive testies, making Damara groan as one slips inside, then the other, pussy lips closing down comparatively tightly once again once they pop in not unlike a knot. “S-SHIT. OOF.” It's a little cramped, but it's a glorious feeling to have her whole package inside her friend with benefits. An observer wouldn't even know Damara possessed balls right now. She bottoms out again, feeling accomplished and honestly rather cozy!

Latula: Latula was a bit surprised to find that the frantic thrusting didn't start right away, but once she found out why she'd be pleasantly surprised. She cooed quietly as the equine shaft began to push into her again, the pace almost agonizingly slow. Something else seemed to push against her cunny though, and it wasn't until the balls had spread her lips that she realized it was Damara's testes. She let out a bellowing moan as they slid inside, leaving her panting like a barkbeast from the feeling of being so full. “Wow, y-you go gurl!”

Damara herself is making quite a few noises, most fairly soft and feminine. “Watashi wa igokochinoyoi mata to shite, subete no jikan anata o kiru koto ga dekimasu. Baai ni nomi! <I could wear you all the time as a crotch cozy. If only!>” Hands returning to dem hips, she gives Latula's ass a squeeze with a grin before she starts to pump her hips slowly. Sometimes it's best to start gentle or you ruin the buildup~. She seems to be using her shaft as the benchmark, as whenever it slides out she stops and pops it back in. Underneath her shaft, the gonad-free part of her ballsack is pulled along with her on each thrust, anchored within by her rather active balls.
Latula: Latula could almost swear on that she felt the balls slosh with every roll of Damara's hips, promising to deliver yet another load like the one in her mouth, or perhaps even bigger. She lifted her head somewhat and looked over her shoulder with a blissful smile, not even thinking about the fact that her chin was stained with cum and drool. “I don't understand-mmah shit you're saying but hell you're good at this.” Each time the shaft was pressed into her nethers Latula made a new sound, whether it was a squeal or moan. She decided to return the sweet feeling by gently clenching her cunt, providing extra tightness rhythmically.

Damara: Squeezing her nuts against her shaft like squeezing a grape for it's juice makes her pause for a second, as it's a good feeling, but incredibly cramped. When it lets up she speeds up a little, still repeatedly popping her sheath in and out of Latula's slutty little box, but now her groin makes a light pat noise each time she thrusts. Every few thrusts she smacks the cock sleeve's prominent ass enough to feel it jiggling from between the cheeks, alternating side with each hit. She's begun grunting a little again, not surprising with the debauchery she's presently performing.

Latula: Latula was really getting into the spirit of things, rolling her hips backwards with every thrust as they picked up speed. The sheathe gave her small sparks of ecstasy each time it popped it, rubbing against her walls and causing delicious friction. Damara's slaps seemed to have effect as well, Latula gasping and crying out each time her ass wobbled from the spanking. “E-Even Kankri, mmf~, fucks harder than you!” she taunted and then bit down on her lip as a particularly nasty thrust send pleasure through her body.

Damara: Oh fuck no. Damara stops dead with her dick partially out. Carefully, she tugs on her scrotum skin until with a particularly forceful tug she's able to pull out one teste, then the other. It seems like she might pull out for this insult until she pushes back in entirely and leans down, wrapping her arms around what little space there is between the girl's tits and her belly full of spooge. She forces Latula to come upright with her when she returns to a standing position, and she leans in to whisper. “(... mistake.)” It seems she simply didn't want to bruise her own goods, because her hips start up suddenly and violently, the sound of repeated loud spanks filling the room multiple times per second. She's pulling out just as far as before but now her hips are a total blur as she fucks Pyrope so hard her swollen belly jiggles more than even her repeatedly spanked ass, as the bulge tightly wrapped around her blunt tip rapidly comes up and threatens to bump into Latula's chin every time. Damara's arms aren't holding too well here with the bulge of her own bitch breaker, so they move to Latula's hips and forcibly pull her back and forth inversely to herself so that she's pulling even more of her length out to savage the woman's cunt like no cunt had been ravaged before.

Latula: Had she gone too far? While unlikely, had she somehow struck a nerve in the hypersexual ramtroll and caused her to want to stop? Latula grunted slightly and was just about to apologize when they took a new position, the maroonblood's breath warm to her ear. There wasn't much more warning beyond that, as suddenly Latula's sex fired up with stimuli. Her hands grabbed a hold on the couch /hard/, mouth hanging open in a breathless moan. Latula's ass had taken on a slight teal tone from all the spanking, but it was nothing compared to her face which was almost shining teal from her lust. Most people would probably have called for a timeout and asked for a slower pace, but Latula seemed to just relish in the feeling of having her brains fucked out of her. Perhaps it had something to do with Damara calling her a quitter earlier.

Damara: Her grunts are a little loud now, but mostly Damara resorts to groans and moans, too caught up in what she's doing to really coordinate her noises. She doesn't even toss out a sultry "Latula~" like she'd like to in this sort of situation. No more games, just raw, impressive sexual performance. It's a wonder neither of them rubs their genitals right off with the speed at which they continue to fuck, fingers digging into Latula's flesh, toes curling lightly, teeth slowly crawling forward to threaten her bottom lip. Her sack can't keep up, and instead of swinging back and forth with the thrusting is mostly just wobbling in place, now packed so tightly with cum the skin looks taut and smooth as compared to its normal wrinkliness.

Latula: During all this, Latula's moans and cries of pleasure only grew louder and louder, each thrust almost mindnumbing with how good they felt. Her belly sloshes back and forth in rhythm to Damara's hips, some of the previous cum threatening to spill out of her mouth again. While the East Beforan might be too concentrated on feeding Latula's cunt her cock, the gamergirl had no problem whatsoever crying out her partner's name. Or well, almost no problem. “Dama- aah!~ Damar-mmah~ I-I'm cummi-ihn!~” Her whole body started to tense up as she prepared herself for her orgasm, fingers curling into the torn fabric of the couch while she grunted.

Damara: “NGH” is all the warning she gives, beating Latula to the punch. She slams in a couple of times while her hot white spunk travels up her shaft and deposits itself into Latula's relatively cold nook. She feels her flare puff up again and stretch wide the already abused walls but she's not concerned with anything that's actually happening, mostly zoned out and enjoying the overwhelming orgasm.Her teeth very nearly threaten to bite her own lip so hard they bleed until she haphazardly forces her lips against Latula's groaning like a porn star into the woman's mouth with tongue included. She doesn't know what Latula's reaction to this is with her eyes screwed shut but it's likely she wouldn't care. “MMM! MMNN~ NNGH…” The perverted red blood continues to cum long after she should have been empty, her balls looking rather spent. She must have really needed this.

Latula: Latula could literally feel the cum rush up Damara's massive cock, the heated cream causing her whole body to shiver in ecstasy. As the hot jizz began to coat her insides in a deluge she came, teal juices running down her legs and soaking into her thighs. It was nothing compared to the load that was shooting into her cunt however, instantly bloating up her stomach even further and then adding on more to that. Latula had no choice other than to take it all, mouth hanging open with small grunts of pleasure coming out of it. Maybe that's why it was such a surprise when Damara leaned down to kiss her, but hell if she wasn't going to return it in vigor. She sloppily responded with her own tongue unable to properly smooch back. The feeling of being filled up so was lovely, and it just wouldn't stop!

Damara: Time continues to go by with no sign of an and, the ramtroll's cock pumping what's definitely gallons and gallons of cum. Never once does she cease groaning and macking on Latula, even as she hits capacity and all of her load starts to squelch out around her shaft. Minutes later with both of their legs drenched in spooge, Damara finally regains her senses and pulls out of their kiss with half lidded eyes, looking fairly tired and panting. Cumming for five+ minutes takes a lot out of a girl. Her balls are finally empty but every part of her body is tingling and a little sore. “OOF. WOW.” She takes a glance over, and sees Latula's belly taking up an entire couch cushion, to her eyebrow raising surprise. Impressive, both her own load and Latula's capacity for cum. “Kuso ̄ , anata wa kono tame ni tsukura remashita. <Damn, you must be built for this.>”

Latula: Latula's brain was close to frying with all the stimuli she was getting, but if that was that was the way she was going then it'd be the raddest way possible. By the time the kiss ended she was mostly just panting, eyes staring at nothing in particular while she over and over tried to process what had just transpired. She knew that she hadn't just orgasmed once during Damara's long one, but it was all blurry in a haze of pleasure that stopped her from thinking straight. “Yeah. Wow…” she groans, and then brings out some sort of stored strength within herself to raise a hand in the air and wave it around a bit. “Wohoo, what a /fuck/.” She shifted on the couch so that she was completely on her back, the bulbous belly sloshing each movement. Her gray hands stroked the massive cumgut slowly, cradling it gently. Some cum was still pouring out of her around Damara's rod, although the flood had lessened considerably. “Phew... Rad.” She had somehow gotten her glasses back on, although she obviously hadn't bothered at all to put them on straight.

Damara: Damara herself was feeling almost entirely out of it after that, feeling dazed, exhausted, and a little out of it. She tilts forward slowly until she can feel the couch, then sluggishly moves herself so she's sat upon the arm of it, resting on the back. As she spreads her legs to take on a relaxed, resting position, thick ropes of cum extend from leg to leg due to how covered they were, but they're broken by her shaft failing to fight gravity any longer and flopping down. She seems like she's trying to mutter things a couple of times in english, but gives up and just mutters a few curses in response to the utter intensity of that encounter. She looks rather blissful still though, whole body still getting sharp tingles, with her groin feeling a particularly powerful afterglow. Wondering if Latula was going to nap or not, she lazily drifts her gaze over to her partner of moments ago.

Latula: Latula could hardly believe how much "weight" she had put on, mesmerized by the size of her gut. She could feel that her groin was completely soaked in cum, and despite the fact that most people would have found it nasty she reveled in it. While cumming for several minutes was no doubt taxing, so was stretching to take the whole deal. She wished that she could have given Damara's horsecock a sweet kiss but it would have been pretty hard considering the bloated belly in the way. Instead she just let her head drop back into the couch and for her to sigh contently, her eyes closing almost instantly. “Rematch later, k?...” she mumbled and then drifted off into a very satisfied and debaucherous sleep.