14 - Crisis And Cream [R-18]

During the cold winter morning, Karth Snowfire regarded his three most trusted companions. Among which was Amon Snowfire, the only 5 Star Novice in the tribe and second most powerful after Karth. Then there was Arthur Snowfire, the man who had been with him the longest. He was certainly not a great combatant, but Karth would trust his life more with him than anyone else, his wisdom and intelligence a hallmark of his great capabilities. He was also one of the five 4 Star Novices.

At last there was Maya, a great scout and an archer known for her great footwork and precision with bow. She was also a 4 Star; the other three being Cornelia, Hugh, and Maeder.

"I did a recon of our immediate vicinities," Maya began her report. "There's a moment that I have never seen before. The beasties are getting upset, I don't how or why, but something is provoking them. Which is a bad turnout for us. I suggest we move."

Karth let the words sink in for a moment. The Snowfire tribe was located in a prime position, their vintage allowing them great hunt and a position to defend. It was also a great location for farming of cores from the beasts, which is how they have grown to their current size in such a small time.

"We can't," Amon argued. "If we leave, we forfeit all the benefits. We can stop dreaming of turning this tribe into something greater. We will always remain the savages from the mountains."

"It's better than loosing our lives." All the heads swiveled to Arthur, who said, "If we die, then it won't matter what our dreams are or were. But if we live, we would at least have a fighting chance. We can always make a comeback later."

His words were reasonable, no one argued. Instead all of them turned to look at Karth.

Karth sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling a headache come over him. He turned to Maya first and asked, "What's our position like? How much time do we have?"

Maya put on a thoughtful expression at that.

"If I had to make a guess," she said. "We have a week at most; five days if the beasties rushed."

Karth nodded. "Alright, that gives us three days. On the third day, if nothing changes we pack our bags and we leave."

"Where we will wo go?" Arthur asked.

"To the mainland, the Plains."

...

Dravin pushed his mother's legs against her shoulders. His mouth busy making out with her bushy muff, as his tongue lashed at the slippery gash and flicked at the aroused knob.

Cornelia moaned a whimper. He pushed his tongue further, his appendage elongating into fleshy tentacle. Her pussy tasted sweet to him, no doubt his Incubus traits are enhancing their time together. His mouth was hard at work trying to make her orgasm with pure technique rather than any fancy pheromone spray.

As he felt her back arch, he pushed at her cunt with all his might, his nose rubbing against her clit while his fingers sneaked into her already cleaned asshole, courtesy to his Incubus magic. Three of his fingers were already stretching her gaping wide. Then he felt it.

"Ohhh! Fuuuuccck!"

A spray of liquid blasted from her quivering pussy, leaving his face and hair wet. As her body started to calm, Dravin grinned evil'ly and pushed another finger in her ass. His mouth pressing further while his nose nuzzled against her stiff knob.

"Oh fuck, you motherfucker...ahhh!"

All at once, he disengaged and watched as her eyes rolled back and her back arched, her pussy was thrust into the air as she came like a whore, then started pissing.

Dravin grinned and slapped her cunt, giving her small orgasms.

"Fucking slut, you deserve even worse."

He slipped two fingers inside then a third, and finger-fucked her for a while. Then withdrawing his wet finger, he pushed his hard member against her frothing cunt.

"Here I cum, mother." And thrust.

And cum he came. With each thrust her ass-cheecks rippled like waves. With force her breasts swung back and forth. With penetration so deep her womb kissed his cock-head, her belly bulged into the shape of his phallic appendage.

Sweaty and slippery the mother-son duo entangled into a hot mess, his mouth busy at work against her's. Their tongues entangled into a wet dance while her sex stretched to accommodate his growing girth.

Grunts were heard, flesh hitting flesh, sloshing sounds of her wet cunt straining to grip his hard cock. Her flat belly was being overworked, her massive breasts pressed against his chest.

"Hmmm~" Each thrust she moaned.

"Oh fuck." Dravin withdrew until only his cock-head remained buried in her pussy. Then thrust forth. Her slippery wetness welcoming his hard member into her fleshy depths.

He fucked her with reckless abandon, her hard clit rubbing against his pubic zone.

"Oh My God!" She raised her voice into shrill scream, as she came for the unknown number of time. Her body was covered in her cunt-juices, splashed from their animalistic fucking.

At last Dravin grunted. "I'm cumming."

A hot release of seed flooded the walls of her womb. He looked her in the eyes as her belly swelled to accomodate his semen. There were passion in their gaze, a sort of understanding and most of all longing.

"Not yet." He said. "But sooner than you think."

Her lips stretched into smile and Dravin removed himself from her embrace. He started to dress while she lay there nursing her fat belly.

'Soon,' she thought with a smile.

A/N:I apologise for the delay, but there's just so much that I have to take head with. While u cannot promise consistent updates, you can be expect some once in a while.