And Laria loved it. She mewled, loudly, and grabbed David’s shoulders as her belly distended. The bulge pushed between her heavy, hanging breasts, and she squealed as Caera bobbed her up and down a few more times before finally pushing her down the last couple inches, forcing her pussy to stretch up to her sternum. Balls deep. David could only groan and looked up at Caera, mouth open, panting, as she grinned back down at him and ground Laria’s hips left and right.
Laria hugged him, squashed her breasts into him, and squeezed her arms around him hard enough for the bulge of his cock to press into his abs and the bottom of his sternum. She looked up at him, big eyes half closed as she melted into him, and she wrapped her thick thighs around him.
Growling loud enough everyone got a little quieter, Caera bounced Laria on his cock, hard, and reduced the tiny lady to gasps and pants. Her big eyes opened wide with surprise at the new speed, but closed a moment later as the gremla’s insides clamped down. She hugged David and hid her face in his neck, weak squeaks coming out of her as she came, but Caera didn’t stop. If anything, her single eye glared down at Laria with something close to the predatory look a literal tiger gives prey, and she bounced the little lady faster.
Too much, too fast. David managed a single groan as he came, and the almost painful stimulus of Caera working Laria up and down half his cock as the first gush of cum shot up his length soon had him twitching. Signal enough for Caera to stop bouncing her, and instead push Laria balls deep onto him so she could grind her around. And around. And around. Her strength meant Laria’s trembling body was a feather to her, and she used the gremla’s quivering pussy to milk David like she was a toy.
And all David could do was sit there and watch. Each gush of cum was a wave of pleasure from the sensitive skin of his glans, down his length, down into his testicles and between his thighs, forcing his inner muscles to flex and bring more cum. Most of it immediately squirted out of Laria, forcing its way past her taut, dripping flesh, and hitting his pelvis and testicles hard enough to splash. Some of it stayed inside, and Laria whimpered as she leaned back and looked down at the growing bulge around the tip of his cock.
It was a good thing demons couldn’t get pregnant. His cum filled her deepest place, literally, and completely.
“David,” she said, voice trembling, “is…” Whatever she wanted to say, it disappeared into another whimper, and she buried her face in his neck as Caera’s constant grinding and twisting made her cum again.
The tiger stopped, and she purred as she gently pulled Laria back, and traced a claw down the bulge along the busty little lady’s stomach.
“Filled you up, didn’t he? Womb full of cum.”
“David is…” Laria’s voice fell off again, and she smiled, eyes closed. The smile disappeared when Caera pulled her off. “Aw!”
“We’ve got more ladies lined up for a piece,” Caera said. “You shush.” She smiled at the gremla in her hands, picked Lasca up off David’s leg, and put Laria there instead. The busty little critter sighed happily, hugged David’s arm, pinning it, and pressed her cheek to his shoulder, face turned in so she could watch. Warmth dripped out of her pussy over his leg as her stomach slowly returned to normal size.
Latia giggled, wrapped his cum-drenched cock with her claws again, and aimed it up.
“Finally,” Lasca said. “Want David. Want him.”
David gulped and looked up from the Lasca’s body up to Caera. Not a hint of jealousy. If anything, her single eye looked almost delirious with need, and she purred down at the mini gargoyle in her hands as she lowered the leader of the Las onto his cock.
Laria was half asleep, but Latia whined with envy as again a tiny, dripping slit pressed down against the fat, swollen head of his cock, and Caera had to work to spread Lasca’s pussy open. Holding her hips and waist, she dipped Lasca left and right, even twisted her a little, working her around and around and sending powerful shocks along the sensitive skin.
Lasca was the tallest of the Las, maybe a whole inch above four feet. Her small body hid nothing once his glans pushed past her dripping lips and immediately filled her. Lasca squealed, grabbed his shoulders, and stared down at the bulge pushing out along her once flat stomach. Caera wasn’t so gentle this time. Instead of letting gravity do the work, she pushed Lasca down, and the little lady erupted with mewls and squeals as Caera sank her onto him. Her insides stretched, and what would hurt a human girl reduced Lasca into a mess of squirms, wriggles, and moans.
It wasn’t long before Caera had her balls deep on him, too, and the impa hugged him. Trying something new, Caera let her go, and instead leaned over her, kissed David, sat back, and watched.
“No help?” Lasca asked over her shoulder.
“Nope. You’re the bravest of the Las, right? You fuck him.”
Latia nodded, one hand on David so she could stay snuggled to his arm and shoulder like Laria, while her other ran down Lasca’s body. She fondled her friend’s breasts, kissed them, squeezed them, brought her hand down, and pressed against the distension fighting for room along the little lady’s body. God, that felt weird, and amazing.
Lasca swiped her friend’s hand away, tightened her grip on David’s shoulders, and smiled up at him as she locked eyes. Legs wrapped around him, she gave her wings a few flaps, as if they could help lift her — they couldn’t — and squeezed her legs as she forced herself up.
The vise grip of her insides as she flexed all her muscles to help bounce herself on his cock felt wholly different than how Caera had used Laria like a sex toy. Lasca hugged him, twisted on him, bent and squirmed on him, before finally leaning back and putting her hands on Laria and Latia’s thighs; she would have used his thighs, but her friends were in the way. She stared down at the bulge pushing up along her once slender body, and whimpered as she bounced herself on it a few inches, causing her breasts to jiggle and lightly bump against the distension pushing out under her sternum.
“So… big!”
In any other world, that would have been silly dirty talk meant to stroke his ego. Here, Lasca literally struggled to manage him, her insides stretched taut in all directions, and a sliver of her insides revealing themselves with each bounce, pink, boiling, dripping, and soaking his testicles in her juices.