Then the climax hit them all at once, a tidal wave of pleasure that painted the stone floor and every inch of skin in a blinding white.
"Cumming"
From inside Lyssandra, Luna's and Helena's cocks swelled further, pumping an impossible volume of seed into her until her belly ballooned outward with terrifying speed.
Her stomach stretched wide and tight, pressing against both sides of Luna's form until she looked as if she could fit a fully matured hobgoblin inside her distended gut.
Next, the two cocks in her mouth erupted, Naya and the other female goblin emptying their loads deep into her belly.
She swallowed hard, her gullet filling with thick white fluid that pressed against her esophagus with relentless pressure.
But her insides had reached their limit, and the excessive amount of cum began to leak out from her overstretched anus and force its way up her mouth.
It started dripping from her nostrils, then with a sudden twitch from all the participants, her nose and corners of her mouth acted like a broken faucet, sperm rushing out like a crashing tide.
Splish… Splat… Gulp…
The two other female goblins Lyssandra had been jerking on either side finally reached their peak, drowning her back and torso in a torrent of pearly white sperm.
White fluids coated her entire body, turning her into a glistening statue of lust and exhaustion as the air filled with the scent of musk and milk.
Ngh… Haa… Ahhh…
With the final spurt of energy gone, they all collapsed, dropping to the ground like cut string puppets in a heap of tangled limbs and white liquid.
Lyssandra lay gasping for breath, her belly still round and heavy with the shared bounty, her eyes half-lidded in a blissful stupor.
Silence returned to the hut, save for the heavy breathing and the soft dripping sound of fluids hitting the stone.
They slowly withdrew their cocks from Lyssandra's limp body, pulling out the shafts with a wet, suctioning pop that echoed softly in the quiet hut.
A torrent of white seed immediately began flowing out, spilling from her stretched holes in an unending stream that covered the stone floor beneath her.
It was so good that Lyssandra passed out in pleasure, her body going completely slack as the final waves of ecstasy washed over her nerves.
All of her holes were stretched wide, gaping open from the ravaging, with sperm constantly gushing out of her abused, overfilled orifices.
Gush… Gush… Drip…
Her belly remained bloated, a testament to the sheer volume of semen she had taken, while her eyes fluttered closed in unconscious bliss.
Luna and the remaining goblins exchanged a single, knowing glance, their instinct to dominate their mistress overriding their exhaustion.
They rose from the heap of tangled limbs, their movements sluggish yet driven by a final, shared urge. One by one, they grabbed their throbbing members, the skin of their cocks glistening with residual sweat and saliva.
Grip… Squeeze… Pull…
They began jerking their cocks furiously, the rhythm frantic and desperate as they chased one last peak. The air grew heavy with the scent of salt and musk as their breaths came in ragged, synchronized gasps.
"Haa… Haa… Yes… For the Great One!" a female goblin chanted, her eyes rolling back as she pumped her hand faster.
Luna the Water Slime, pulsed with a faint blue glow, her cock swelling slightly larger than before as she prepared to release. With a final, guttural groan that shook the floorboards, they all reached their climax at once.
Nghh! Aaaah!
"For Master!!!"
A massive wave of white seed erupted from every one of them, a blinding torrent that drenched Lyssandra's unconscious form. The floor beneath her, already slick with fluids, was transformed into a deep, churning puddle of white semen.
Splish… Splat… Pour…
The thick, creamy liquid cascaded over her face, her bloated belly, and her stretched limbs, pooling around her like a second skin. It coated her in a warm, milky layer, rising up to cover her hips and soak into her hair. She lay there, completely submerged in the aftermath of their devotion, a sleeping queen in a sea of white.
"Ouch, my whole body hurts," Lyssandra whispered, her voice cracking as she opened her eyes to the soft light filtering through the hut.
Every muscle in her frame ached with a deep, throbbing soreness, the weight of her exhaustion pressing down on her shoulders.
In front of her face, a big and veiny light pink cock jutted out like a pillar, the skin still glistening with fluid.
She turned to the other side, only to find another huge blue cock positioned before her, pulsing with a faint, wet heat.
She tried to move, to sit up, but could not since a pile of limbs and cocks were squeezed her down, pinning her in a cocoon of warmth.
It took her a few moments of struggling to push them aside, the friction of skin against skin sending shivers through her spent body.
She finally managed to stand up, but right after she did, her organs felt like they were dragged out from her opening abused holes below.
Gravity was working mercilessly, pulling all the hot semen inside her body down, forcing it out in a relentless tide.
It gushed out wave by wave, a thick, warm stream that cascaded down her thighs and pooled at her feet.
The sudden release triggered a reflex, and she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her groin as she squashed down like she was taking a dump.
"Cumming~~~" she cried out, her own cock spraying sperm everywhere as she rode out the final wave of sensation.
Haa… Pfff… Ssssh…
Breathless, she leaned against a wooden post, her legs shaking under her weight.
"I should not do this too many times, it was very addicted," Lyssandra groaned, a smirk forming on her lips despite her exhaustion.
She raised a hand, using her slime skill to summon a swirl of green goo that began to wrap around her.
The viscous liquid absorbed the mess, pulling the excess fluids from her skin and dissolving the layers of sweat and musk.
"I'm reeked, gotta take a shower then," she muttered, wrinkling her nose as she inhaled the strong scent of her body.
Even though her odor was heavy with the musk of sperm and her own feminine scent, she still wanted to take a shower to cleanse her senses.
"Great One, you awake?" a sultry voice drifted from the pile of tangled limbs and bodies, soft like velvet against the morning air.
She struggled to push aside the heavy cocks and limbs of the other female goblins, now transformed into futanari beauties.
"Good morning, Great One," the voice purred again, laced with affection and lingering lust.
"Is it you, Naya?" Lyssandra asked, squinting at the futanari goblin standing before her.
She was entirely a different person now, her skin no longer the rough green of a tribe member but a smooth, light pink that glowed in the dim light.
On her forehead sat a single, white, pointy horn that pointing upward, marking her as something new and evolved.
Her height had increased just a bit, adding a statuesque presence to her already commanding frame.
Her breasts and ass were even bigger now, swelling with a new, unnatural vitality that seemed to pulse with magic.
Lyssandra looked her up and down, her eyes widening at the sheer magnitude of the change.
"You look… incredible," she whispered, the words catching in her throat as Naya stepped closer.
Naya smiled, her expression one of pure devotion as she placed a hand on her own thick, throbbing member.
"Thank you, Master," Naya replied, her voice dropping an octave. "Your blessing has changed me into something worthy of you."
Lyssandra scanned Naya with her skill, her blue eyes glowing faintly as the System analyzed the new form.
She had evolved into a Bloom Mother, her stats significantly increased and her reproductive capabilities enhanced to a frightening degree.
It appeared she was far better to breed, with a pregnancy time reduced by half of the normal duration.
"Interesting. How about the others?" Lyssandra said as she looked around the room, her gaze sweeping over the sleeping forms.
The other futanari goblins were the same, they had all evolved into Bloom Mothers, their bodies pulsating with new vitality.
They were all pregnant before, their bellies swollen and tight, though Lyssandra didn't care much about the timing.
But one thing Lyssandra noticed regarding those children inside those futanari goblins was a distinct lack of warmth.
She didn't feel any love or attachment for them, viewing them more like her underlings than offspring.
They were tools for her army, nothing more than extensions of her will.
Unlike the child inside her womb, she looked down and rubbing her tummy with a tenderness reserved only for that small life.
Whenever she looked at her belly and imagined her child would come out, she felt all jittering inside.
She couldn't wait for it to come out, a motherly instinct stirring deep within her core that made her heart race.
"Wake the others up, let's take a shower," Lyssandra told Naya, her tone commanding yet gentle.