55 - Renna's Substance

Ari lay, heaving, pressed into Renna's side, who was likewise sweaty and flushed, recovering from their activities of the past half hour. To Ari's side, her spare waterskin was capped off and set aside, filled nearly half-way full with the sticky payload she'd so diligently extracted from her wolf-girl teammate.

"Um," Ari said. "Sorry about that. Again."

"'S fine," Renna panted. She had a forearm over her eyes as her chest heaved up and down, catching her breath. "Happy … happy to help."

Ari had dragged things out. Too much, really, which was why she'd apologized. She hadn't intended to, but as was becoming a recurring theme, she hadn't been able to help herself. When she first took Renna inside her, she had promised to herself that when Renna was close to finishing, she'd pull out and they'd fill up the waterskin. One and done.

Except after several minutes of having Renna's hips slapping into her, stuffing her so delightedly full of girl cock, Ari's better senses had left her. Renna had gone to pull out—the more professional of the two—and Ari's powerful thighs had locked her in, refusing. She'd forced Renna to pour her supernaturally-enhanced load straight into Ari.

Which had been … pretty great. Her Menagerie tended to output an impressive amount just by themselves, but amplified by Silvana's essence, Renna's cum had literally been gushing from Ari. It'd been one of her favorite experiences ever—she'd felt every powerful spurt, the way her womb was coated unbelievably full with seed.

Ari would be making good use of Silvana's monster milk, that was for sure. Both for work and play. Which meant a lot of milkings from Silvana. She hoped she didn't mind.

The first time Ari forced Renna to cum inside her, it had been forgivable. Ari had been insanely worked up from watching Silvana and Claire, and she'd needed relief. She shouldn't have done it, still, but it was somewhat forgivable.

But the second time? Ari didn't have any excuses. She'd just really, really wanted Renna not to pull out.

So it had taken three attempts for Ari to finally force herself to cede Renna's cock, and to extract her payload into the waterskin like was the original plan.

Which was a bit mean. Despite Renna saying she was happy to help, it was obvious the wolf-girl was wiped out. She'd been tired from their adventures earlier, before even starting this most recent bout of fun. Ari had better stamina when it came to this kind of thing, something growing more apparent by the day. At a guess, it was her class. Her stats growing, outpacing her Menagerie. Renna, especially, as the newest addition, and only a level three, was the least prepared to satiate Ari.

Satiate Ari in terms of duration, at least. Renna … very much knew how to use her equipment. Honestly, at eleven inches and change, and a girth three fingers wide, her size alone would have had Ari satisfied. Size was far from the most important thing in bed, but Ari was learning, rather quickly, that she might have a thing for well-endowed partners. Just, the feeling of being so full … she could get used to it.

Claire's smaller size was just as much fun, but in a different way. It certainly didn't leave her as sore. It was already setting in, and Ari knew she'd be walking funny for the rest of the day. That might be a problem, when it came to staying incognito. If someone asked her why, back at Molehill, what would she say?

She'd just have to be careful. Not be so obvious. Maybe a sip of a health potion would help?

"Okay," Ari said. Having laid next to Renna, cuddled in and staring up at the sky, she'd mostly caught her breath. Her head was no longer swimming. "Let's see what we got."

Ari reluctantly broke from Renna's hold to lean over and grab the discarded waterskin. She returned to Renna's arms as soon as she could. Renna's radiating warmth was … nice. Ari still didn't know where she stood romantically with her Menagerie, but indulging in snuggling, at least, everyone seemed happy with.

She held the waterskin up and [Inspected] it.

[Substance of Courage]: Consume to gain improved confidence, strength, and size.

Ari paused.

Then grinned. "No way."

"What is it?"

"Substance of Courage," Ari repeated. She rattled off the effects.

"Size?"

"I'm assuming it means that way," Ari laughed. "Which, I guess, makes sense." The substances produced by each of her Menagerie had effects related to their personalities. Silvana's had been 'productivity', and Claire's, 'melding', or something similar. So Renna having a substance of strength, confidence, and endowment … yeah, that made sense.

Ari had just been thinking about how she might have a size thing, and this effect shows up?

"Though, I'm not sure I could take much bigger," Ari pouted.

Renna paused. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Uh, that thing tears me in two," Ari said. "But it's amazing. I'm just worried if you drank this, I literally couldn't take you."

Renna seemed to have mixed feelings on what Ari'd said, but Ari's tone made it pretty clear she didn't have a problem with Renna's hard-to-accommodate size. It hurt, but in a way she very much appreciated.

"I wonder how strong the effect is," Renna said.

"Silvana's got stronger the more we drank. Probably works the same?" Ari blinked rapidly, her stomach squirming at the implication. "Sheesh. So, eleven inches, and a significant increase on that? You'd be swinging around a pillar."

Renna laughed.

"Strength, though," Ari said. "That'll be useful for adventuring."

"Both sorts," Renna added.

Ari had been thinking of real adventuring, and that Lori and Claire would find a strength boost useful. But now that Renna had pointed it out, Ari saw she was right. It would be helpful in the sweaty struggles of monster girl fights, too. Being able to pin down her opponent and force them to be pleasured, rather than being on equal footing … yes, Ari could see that being a huge advantage.

"Both sorts," Ari agreed. Then, with a devious grin, she said, "So I guess you better get used to daily milkings, too. Same as Silvy. Blame how useful your effect is."

"Daily?" Renna said dryly. "I'm not sure I'll survive."