Latia got on her side beside David, slipped under his arm, pressed her tiny, dainty body into him, and whimpered as she watched. Caera gave her friend no mercy. Up and down, she worked Laara’s body along the bottom half of his length, making sure to slam Laara onto him to the hilt, each time hard enough to make her ass shake, and her tail and wings bounce. Each stroke drowned David’s cock in her juices, and drove his glans up into her body, stretching her insides up to her sternum.
But Caera’s eye wasn’t on Laara. Growling again, she slid in closer, straddled David’s legs, and while looming over the little impa, she drove her up and down from so close Laara had to lean forward and hold on to the tiger for dear life. Face planted against the much, much bigger woman’s chest between her breasts, ass sticking out, Laara whined into the tregeera’s bust as Caera ruthlessly bounced her ass harder. Laara was cumming, but Caera didn’t stop, eye locked on David, mouth open, tongue borderline hanging out, and heavy rumbling purrs working through her as she used Laara on him like a toy.
He came, and only then did Caera slow down. With a satisfied sigh, she ground Laara’s hips around in a circle, keeping her balls deep on him as he pumped the writhing little lady full of cum. It was almost painful the way Caera kept working her, making her hips dip left and right and her pelvis grind back and forth, each motion causing the impa to clench and milk him of more waves of his cum. And instead of waiting for him to finish, she pulled Laara off him, earning a groan from him as her clenching pussy dragged along his now oversensitive cock, exposing a sliver of her pink insides. But Caera stopped shy of the removing his cock’s tip, and instead worked Laara up and down along the enormous, bulbous glans, making David outright quiver with overstimulation, before she sank the whimpering little lady balls deep on to him again. Caera groaned louder than he did.
“Fucking christ the way you cum is just… intoxicating is the word, right? Intoxicating to watch?” The tiger licked her fangs, eye still locked on David.
“Y-Yeah,” he said, barely, wincing as she bordered on hurting him, pleasure dancing on that knife’s edge.
Nodding, happy she’d used the right word, she picked Laara off him completely, and gave her to the audience only eight feet away. Jes laughed, and without hesitation, put the trembling mini gargoyle between Dao’s thick thighs. And instead of Dao helping guide the exhausted little lady’s lips onto the satyr’s pussy, Acelina reached down, and did it for her.
David would have loved to watch, but Caera, still straddling his legs, reached over for Latia and scooped up the little gremla. Instead of repeating what she did with Laara, she grinned down at David, stood up, and held the girl to her breasts. Which Latia loved, of course, and she hugged Caera’s large tits and happily buried her face in them.
“She’s really, really small,” Caera said. “It’s got me thinking.”
“Yeah?” he asked. Still on his ass, his cock lay across his abs, and absolutely everything was drenched in cum, his and theirs.
“We’re always pushing you around and doing the work.” Caera turned the little lady outward, and held her up by the armpits out in front of her, facing David. “I wanna see you fuck Latia, standing.”
He raised a brow and got to his feet. Easier said than done, panting a bit, sweating a bit more, and with tingles still running up and down his cock. But he managed, and he blinked at Caera and the little lady she was holding out in front of her.
“Fuck me!” Latia said, eyes wide, big scary smile on full display, and she held out her arms as she spread her legs. She was dripping. Four feet tall, gremlas had no tail, had hooves instead of talons, and her little hooves swayed with excitement.
David peeked past her to the other girls. Jes and Dao were both snuggled into each other, shoulder to shoulder, both melting as the Las devoured their pussies, but it was him they looked at. And Acelina still clutched Lasca her breast with one hand, encouraging the girl to drink her milk, while her other hand gently eased what had to be at least a foot of her skinny tail in and out of her ass. But even she had her eyeless gaze pointed at him.
Knowing everyone was looking at him as they get off was like sparks on gasoline. Heat poured through him, through his aura, and he shivered with the power of it. His cock grew harder, just hard enough it pointed forward on its own despite its weight, and he picked up the daintiest of the Las from Caera’s hands. Unlike her fellow gremla Laria, Latia was a skinny little creature with small breasts, and a narrow waist that showed off how feminine her curves were despite how tiny she was.
She was light, so light even he had little trouble holding her by her waist. He slipped one hand under her waist and lower back, the other higher under her side and upper back, and he guided her down horizontally and under his cock. With a wavering mewl, she stared down at his length and set her hands on it as he placed it along her stomach, and brought her light body in close until her boiling slit pressed to his testicles. His dick reached across her tiny waist, along her flat stomach, and his fat glans nudged over the bottom of her sternum.
And as he imagined it filling her, stretching her open, it grew, and Latia’s eyes widened.
“D-David?” she asked, voice wavering.
David barely heard her. He lifted her, set her dripping slit against his hard cock, and pulled her toward him. The intimate familiarity of being in full control of the pace, less sex and more masturbation with a living, squirming, wriggling, gasping toy, was the strangest power trip he’d ever felt. It felt great. It felt amazing, to fully control Latia’s body, her weight, her position, and ease her boiling, dripping, taut insides onto his hardening girth.
He went slowly at first. He was bigger now, harder, and he didn’t want to hurt her. But he did want to fill her, completely fill every inch of her, and his cock responded again, growing another sliver as his glans pushed against her clenching little pussy. She reached out and held onto his forearms, and let out a high-pitched squeak as her pussy’s lips slipped around the fat head of his cock until they wrapped the groove past the base.
He smiled down at the beautiful little creature, and sank her down onto him. Everyone watched him, the three other Las included, but his eyes were locked on Latia and the way his cock bulged against her once slender little stomach. He pulled her wriggling body onto him, stretched her, and his glans pressed against her deepest place. He kept going, stretched her like he’d stretched the others, and Latia’s squeaks turned into weak whimpers as her body trembled. The bulge reached higher and higher, until it nudged against the base of her sternum and even over it a little, and the little lady stared down at her own body.
And then he fucked her.
Caera was right. The Las were small, but they liked rough. He worked Latia back and forth along his cock fast, desires to be gentle and tender thrown out the window as the power trip of being in complete control took over. It only grew worse as Latia’s clenching slit drenched him, and her limbs went limp, arms dangling underneath her and legs hanging outside his. Every stroke bathed his cock in tight bliss, and the visual feast of his girth pushing up along her small body was hypnotizing. Deep, long strokes, each earning a small, exhausted whimper or mewl from the gremla, and each pulling out just a hint of her swollen insides and their tight grip, only for him to sink her back down onto him balls deep.