"What…?"
she stammered, her eyes squinting in confusion.
The sensation of being on the verge of orgasm was incredibly uncomfortable, like standing under a blistering sun only to be suddenly pulled back into the heat when you think you've found relief.
"What happened?"
she muttered, a flash of irritation crossing her face.
Refusing to give up, she returned to stroking her cock, now using both hands with increased vigor. Her erection grew even larger, the veins pulsing with every movement.
Yet, the same pattern repeated: while her vagina experienced the release of pleasure, her cock seemed trapped in an unending loop of buildup.
"No, no, don't tell me I have erectile dysfunction!....How the hell did i know about erectile dysfunction? Doesn't matter, i have to fix this!"
she thought, her paranoia beginning to take hold.
She desperately tried to force a release by sandwiching her massive shaft between the heavy swell of her breasts, her hands squeezing her breasts together to create friction against her enlarging dick.
Finding this insufficient, she opened her mouth and clamped down around the angry head, sucking the rushing river of precum into her throat.
"Come on… come on!!!"
she hissed through clenched teeth, pulling her cock out of her mouth and gulping down a mouthful of the salty, warm fluid while her hands worked with even more frantic, urgent speed.
*Chk-chk!*
It went again, stubborn and utterly unyielding.
"Don't you dare…"
she growled, her lips tightening around her cock as she sucked with even more desperation, her hands becoming a frantic blur of motion.
*Blup… blup…*
*Plosh… plosh…*
To be denied so many consecutive orgasms was devastating to one's health. Her cock had swollen to an impossible size, stretching nearly 80 cm in length with a thick 15 cm girth. Instead of its natural hue, it had turned a bruised mixture of violet and deep red, looking almost painful in its congestion.
The sensation was, indeed, agonizing!
Looking down, she realized the issue wasn't confined to her shaft. Her testicles were in a similarly distressed state, swollen to the size of large footballs, crisscrossed with bulging, dark red veins that looked ready to burst.
"What should I do? What am I supposed to do?!"
she panicked, casting frantic glances around the area for any conceivable relief.
The environment was a mess, smeared white with thick, viscous sperm. The Bloom Mothers lay scattered around, their bodies naked and their bellies grotesquely bloated, mirroring the chaos of her own body. Morgana, in her humanoid form, was similarly distended.
Suddenly, a muffled voice resonated from within her.
"Master… what are you doing? Your walls… they keep squeezing me so hard…"
"What? Who? Luna?!"
Lyssandra gasped, her heart racing as she looked down at her own abdomen.
"What are you doing insi…"
The thought was interrupted by a sudden, overwhelming sensation. Her vision flashed white, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart seemed to stop for a fraction of a second before her body collapsed from the seat.
The final image burned into her consciousness before she succumbed to the overwhelming, forced orgasm was a sphere, round and large like a baseball, racing from her testicles through her urethra. Yet, instead of white semen, it was accompanied by a torrent of brilliant blue liquid.
The massive sphere traveled from one of her swollen testicles, violently stretching the ductus deferens before it carved a path through her internal organs, pushing against her bladder and being coated by layers of thick precum. A visible bulge began to move from the base of her cock, traveling slowly toward the tip of the engorged, angry head.
Suddenly, the sphere shot out!
It was a slime core, propelled by an erupting torrent of blue liquid. The stream was constant and powerful, like a pressurized water hose spraying into the air, splashing heavily against the stone ground below.
The initial blast was a deep, vibrant blue, but as the surge continued, the liquid gradually turned white, coating the core until it was completely submerged in the thick, viscous mixture.
The sheer force of the eruption was immense; the liquid jetting downward, reaching the celebration area far below. It splashed over the sleeping hobgoblins, their tongues twitching in an instinctive reflex as they instinctively licked the passing deluge.
Eventually, Lyssandra's penis and testicles returned to their normal dimensions, but the aftermath was staggering.
Her urethra had been stretched so wide that a fist could be shoved inside it, yet even now, a thin, continuous stream of swirling blue and white liquid dribbled out between her chests. Despite the massive loss of volume, her cock remained stubbornly, forcefully erect, pulsing with a life of its own.
"Urghh…"
Hours later, she finally stirred awake, finding herself back within the large, temporary house she shared with her harem.
She quickly pulled the heavy leather blanket aside to inspect her naked self, relieved to find that her erection was normal. The angry red and purple hues were gone, the monstrous bulge had receded, and her urethra had returned to its usual size. Everything appeared perfectly normal.
"Master, you're finally awake. That must have been quite the sensation to knock you out like that,"
Luna whispered, emerging from beneath the covers to hug Lyssandra from the side.
"Wait… that wasn't just a dream?"
Lyssandra asked, her voice raspy.
"Nope, it was real. Being inside you was so warm and wet, and I could smell your scent everywhere… I love it,"
Luna giggled, nuzzling her face into the crook of Lyssandra's neck.
Lyssandra sat motionless, her breathing becoming shallow and heavy. She felt a flicker of indignation—how could such a thing happen?
But she couldn't truly be angry with Luna; she had to admit that the experience, in all its kinky, chaotic glory, had been intensely pleasurable, even if it had rendered her unconscious.
She turned to Luna, speaking softly,
"Next time, if you want to enter again, just ask me first, alright?"
"Yes, Master,"
Luna replied with a playful glint in her eyes.
"I wish I could live inside you forever,"
she added in a low mutter.
"What was that?"
Lyssandra asked, having missed the quiet words.
"Nothing! I just enjoy sleeping near you. Besides, you should probably eat something; the Bloom Mothers have prepared a feast,"
Luna said, quickly redirecting the conversation.
After finishing her meal, feeding the Bloom Mothers their specialized liquid, and taking a refreshing shower under the cold flow of the underground stream, Lyssandra summoned the three evolved goblins—now recognized as Shadow Goblins.
They stood before her like disciplined soldiers before their general, solemn and intensely serious.
"Good. All of you have evolved exactly to my liking. Now, demonstrate your skills,"
she commanded, her voice ringing with authority.
"Yes, Great One!"
they shouted in unison, their voices filled with fierce resolve.
Without another word, they turned to the side. Each gripped a small dagger between their fingers, and with two lightning-fast flicks of their wrists, they launched them. The blades struck true, thudding into the heads of wooden wolf targets placed fifteen meters away.
Then, Three—the one with only a single testicle—suddenly sank into the shadows, slipping into a small, dark portal. He vanished instantly, only to emerge beneath a second wolf target, striking at its chest with another rapid dagger thrust.
Two employed a different tactic altogether. He opened a portal directly beneath a wooden goblin target, letting it drop halfway through before snapping the rift shut.
—KRAK!—
The closure sheared clean through it. The lower half vanished, while the torso slammed onto the ground with a hollow thud, split edge jagged where the grain had been severed.
Without pause, he opened another portal inside the ruined midsection and drove both hands into the void. With a violent wrench, he tore outward.
The wood didn't resist—it gave way in a burst, fibers ripping along the grain as the torso split from chest to spine.
Splinters sprayed in all directions, sharp shards snapping loose and scattering like debris from a shattered crate.
Not inferior to his comrades, One—the leading Shadow Goblin—demonstrated even greater technical prowess.
He utilized a series of rapid-fire portals with surgical precision. Instead of targeting the enemy directly with a portal, he opened a small, minute rift in his palm. With his other hand, he dropped a single dagger into it.
As the dagger fell, he instantly opened another portal above the first one, causing the blade to drop through, only to reemerge from the top portal. He repeated this process in a dizzying cycle, the dagger becoming a blurring streak of silver as it flickered between the two connected spaces.
Finally, he aimed his palm at a distant wolf target and released the kinetic energy—WHOOSH! The dagger shot out from his hand like a projectile from a railgun, striking the wooden target with such force that it shattered instantly
KRAAASH!
Shrapnel sprayed outward in all directions, turning the target into a cloud of wood splinters.
But it wasn't finished. The dagger, carrying immense residual momentum, continued its flight, hurtling through the cavern for another hundred meters before finally colliding with a dungeon wall
BOOM!
Then it disintegrated into fine ash.
One slumped down, breathing heavily, his face pale with exhaustion. It seemed that opening two simultaneous portals was the limit of his current capacity.