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Little Shop of Corruption, Christmas Interlude Pt. 1 (CoC/Worm)
🕑 Added 2017-12-07 20:01:00 +0000 UTC Patron RequestThemes: Consensual, Breeding, Rough Sex, Cowgirl
Word Count: 4,796
Summary: It's that time of year, Christmas Time... and Salazar has the greatest present of all for one of his lovers.
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“Here I staaand, in the light of daaay! Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway!”
As Nieve belts out the last few lines of Frozen’s ‘Let it Go’, Salazar valiantly resists the urge to burst out laughing as he claps his clawed, draconic hands together as best he can.
“Bravo my dear, bravo!”
The top heavy snowwoman is all smiles as she takes a bow and then finally lets up on the special effects she’d been creating through her liberal use of winter magic. Teaching a snow woman with the ability to create snow sculptures Frozen songs? Yes, Salazar was that kind of goofball, beneath the frightening, intimidating dragon naga appearance he had chosen for his final form. He would always be a bit of a nerdy internet troll, in the end.
“I’m so glad you liked it Salazar! It was really fun! Do you have any more songs for me to learn for the holidays?!”
Given his enhanced intelligence, Salazar’s memory is absolutely impeccable… so yes, yes he has plenty more Christmas songs to teach her. Unfortunately, before he can open his mouth to let her know this, they’re swarmed by a multitude of children. Well, children with fairly developed teenage bodies. The infants are still with their mothers, as they should be.
Still, there’s plenty of shark girls, tigersharks, and harpies that rush up to the pair of them all excited and hopped up on what Salazar can only assume is sugar. Or perhaps endorphins, one or the other. Even little Asterion is with them, the minitaur trudging along happily.
“Nieve! Nieve, won’t you help us? You’re our only hope!”
Hm, he was already regretting teaching the kids Star Wars quotes, as the snowwoman immediately lights up at being needed and her attention is torn away from him completely.
“Oh, what is it? I shall do everything in my power to assist you all!”
“We need you for our snowball fight! You’re the only one who can create mountains of snowballs for us in just a few seconds!”
Nieve’s smile is brilliant, as she so very much enjoys helping others. Honestly, the Christmas Spirit is definitely strong with that one. When she throws a glance his way, Salazar grins and waves her off.
“Go on then, go play.”
He’d noticed something he needed to check on anyways. Out of all the matured offspring around Nieve, his dragon children seem to be missing. Still, he can’t help but smile as he watches the group drag the top heavy snowwoman over to the massive snow fort and the honest-to-Marae snow pirate ship that they’d already had her make for them before. It makes him happy to see the children actually playing, rather than fucking one another.
Letting out a sigh, Salazar reaches up and rubs his horns with his thumb and index finger. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time to keep them away from Goblins and Imps and whatever else might have wanted to fuck them or want to be fucked. Now they had a crude greenhouse dedicated solely to growing the anti-pregnancy herbs, for those who couldn’t be satisfied with Oral or Anal sex.
At least Sophie, Symphonie, and Angela were around to take care of most of the load each day. Those three were MADE to be cum dumps, and they outright lived for it, in the end. Watching as the two sides of the ‘snow war’ begin to pelt each other with the balls that Nieve is starting to produce, Salazar lets out a chuckle and shakes his head at their antics before finally turning away.
Slithering through camp is much easier now that it’s been expanded to accommodate his bulk so that he didn’t have to fly from one end to the other. Keeping an eye out for his draconic children so that he can send them off to the snowball fight, Salazar eventually finds them nursing from a woman that is most certainly not their mother… but then perhaps that’s for the best.
Making his way over to where Marble is currently letting his beautiful children drink their fill from her basketball sized tits, Salazar settles down and waits for them to finish, smiling at the rapturous expression on Marble’s face as she does what she loves most. His libido begins to act up as he takes in the sight, and he can’t wait until it’s his turn, if he’s being honest.
Eventually, the pair of young dragons pull back, their muzzles covered in Marble’s milk as they look up at her, having had their fill.
“Thank you Auntie Marble!”
She smiles and nods to both of them as she comes down from her pleasure high, only to glance up and finally take notice of his presence.
“Sweetie.”
The two turn to face him, and Salazar graces his son and daughter with an approving smile as they greet him as well.
“Father.”
“Dad-die!”
Chuckling, Salazar tosses his serpentine head back over his shoulder towards where the snow war is raging in earnest.
“You two are missing quite the snowball fight, over by the fort and pirate ship. The others have managed to convince Nieve to make them unlimited ammo. Why don’t you go join them, hm?”
Their eyes light up and they’re off without another word, headed towards the ‘battle’ as Salazar slithers closer to Marble. The pair watch them go and only once their out of hearing range does Marble turn on him and glare.
“SHE forces them to fight one another for the privilege of drinking from her breast!”
Salazar lets out a disappointed sigh, not at all surprised. His eyes flick shut for a second and he frowns.
“… I know.”
And does he ever. He regrets it now, not using more blood on Ember’s egg all that time ago. The game that he remembered from his world had only featured one version of Ember, the version that was a Tsundere, and he’d felt at the time that he already had enough of that with Kiha. So he’d experimented a little, and from the resulting Ember that he’d ended up with, Salazar suspected that there were about six possible versions from her, depending on purity and corruption and the like.
Regardless, hatching as a Pure, Uncorrupted Dragon had made her nice enough… by dragon standards anyways. Which was to say, there was a reason dragons were all but instinct at the time he’d found her egg out in the swamp. Put simply, no other race treated people or even their own kind as dragons did and there was a very severe culture clash to be had between Ember and basically everyone else in the camp.
Especially the mothers, given her… draconian parenting practices. In no time at all, Ember had made herself hated by pretty much every other female in the camp, especially Taylor. They’d fought rather early on after he’d brought the dragon back to camp, and Taylor had beat her down. At the time, Ember had made her excuses about not yet being at full strength.
Time had gone on however, and each and every time Ember challenged Taylor to a fight, the human woman had beat the dragon down once more. Ember’s current excuse was some asinine comment about how ‘she would have won if she didn’t have to hold back’. In the end, it was two Alpha Females in the same camp, and Salazar was mostly just happy that Taylor seemed content to beat Ember down every once in a while to prove her dominance. He’d have had to step in if the dragon had actually been stronger than the closest thing among his mates that he had to a wife.
“Worse is her telling the ones that lost to go and get their milk from herbivore sluts!”
Marble is still ranting and Salazar adopts a sympathetic expression as he nods in agreement. The beautiful cowgirl is particularly at odds with how Ember treats the offspring she’s had with him. Given her own mothering, nurturing nature, the idea of abusing and mistreating one’s children in order to toughen them up is completely anathema to her. To be fair, Salazar doesn’t really subscribe to the idea either.
“No wonder Draco went bad and got himself exiled with a mother like that!”
And just like that, Salazar’s mood is soured entirely. To her credit, Marble seems to immediately understand she’s gone too far.
“Salazar…”
The cowgirl’s hand comes up and rests against his chest as his heart aches at the reminded of his first child with Ember. He’d been so proud of the male dragon, so proud of what he’d managed to create. But one does not know the monster they’ve unleashed until the monster shows their true colors. Draco had done so, eventually, declaring himself superior to all other species, and revealing himself to be a rapist bastard who took and took and took.
The near extinction of Ember’s species was all the clearer to Salazar now. They’d been all but wiped out by demons, never even considering asking those they considered beneath them for help. They’d considered all of the other races on Mareth to be lesser, inferior, weak. The dragons of Mareth did not take equal partners, one was dominant and the other submissive.
The sad thing was, Draco could have had a submissive mate from the camp… there were plenty. But he’d decided he deserved to take what he wanted without thought of who he was taking it from, or who he was hurting. And in the end, he’d had to pay the price for it. Salazar shudders and looks off into the distance, as he finally responds to Marble’s ranting.
“I could break her, permanently. I could make her no different than Sophie, just another cum dump to be used and abused. I very nearly did exactly that after learning what she taught Draco… but if I go down that route with her, what’s to stop me from doing the same to the rest of you? Where do I draw the line? How do I hold myself back, if I unleash myself on her?”
The desire is always there. He’d thought it would be so cool to be a dragon, when he’d first figured out where exactly he was, and had managed to get things together so he could actually SURVIVE on Mareth. His plan to take on his current form had existed even before Taylor had arrived. He was kind of a nerd like that. Still, even without corruption working at his thoughts, the dragon part of him instinctively wants to dominate, to break and control as Ember’s species did all across Mareth for so long before the arrival of the demons.
It’s a constant struggle, and he has to hold himself back every day. Suddenly, Marble is holding him and Salazar allows her to pull his head down into her bosom. He leans over and she rubs her massive mammaries against his face, erasing his dark thoughts in mere moments with the power of her boobs and the scent of her milk.
Letting out a happier sigh, Salazar gratefully grabs hold of Marble’s giant breasts, angling them inwards towards each other. He uses his serpentine head to drink from both nipples at once, all but squirting her milk into his throat as he swallows down the delicious fluid enthusiastically. Their session is short, maybe only ten minutes in total, but by the time Salazar pulls back, they’re both a lot happier and Salazar is once again focused on his plans for the day.
Marble looks at him with a smile on her face.
“Sorry about all that sweetie. Unloading on you… it was unfair of me. What did you have planned for us today, before I distracted you with my ranting?”
Salazar grins back, knowing she’ll be happy to hear what he has to say.
“I have a new plan for breeding you lover. I think with this, I can finally give you children. We can leave as soon as you’re dressed… or you can just go without.”
Marble’s eyes widen and she immediately rushes back into her tent without even bothering to pick up her discard blouse and skirt. Despite him completing her purification quest to a T, Marble still couldn’t conceive for some reason. Well, Salazar figured he’d finally found a way, and since it was Christmas, it seemed like the perfect time to give his new method a try.
When Marble saunters out of her tent a few moments later dressed in nothing but overalls that barely contain her massive mammaries, there’s a blush on her face and a happy grin spread across her mouth.
“Well sweetie, why don’tcha show me this plan of yours, eh?”
Putting on the Southern Farm Girl act is certainly one way to get him riled up. A low, happy growl reverberates through the back of Salazar’s throat as his dick begins to emerge from his body, growing long and hard thanks to her enticing visage. It’s amusing that Marble is more arousing clothed in her overalls than she is naked… but eh, he’s surrounded by naked women of all shapes, sizes, and animal types day in and day out… is it any wonder that a girl in ‘uniform’ would do it for him?
Reaching out, Salazar pulls the beautiful cowgirl close, and Marble moans as she rubs her body against his and her hands against his cock. His wings flare out and a moment later, they’re airborne, even as she continues to pleasure him throughout the flight. Salazar holds her tight to his chest, making sure not to drop her, even as Marble strokes his member and rubs against it the entire while.
Eventually, they arrive at their destination and Salazar is able to set her down on the edge of Minerva’s Oasis. Marble looks around as he lands and can’t help but let out a gasp of delight at the sight before her. Despite it being the middle of winter, and despite them being high, HIGH up in the mountains, Minerva’s Oasis is in a state of Eternal Spring, and every plant is in full bloom.
They arrive to the view of a Purified Minerva fucking Marae’s daughter, Hollicynthea. The beautiful dryad is embedded in her Oak Tree, growing out of the middle of the oasis as the eight and a half foot tall Siren plows into her with her massive member. Salazar is of course welcome at any time in the beautiful Oasis, mostly because he’d played a large part in getting the ‘couple’ together.
Taylor, in her never-ending, incessant quest to save Marae, had had him flying back and forth with purified water for her to drink again and again for days. At the end of it all, Marae had in turn given him a part of herself to plant in the Oasis as thanks to Minerva for allowing the imposition. That cutting had grown to become Hollicynthea, though not the Hollicynthea that he remembered from the game.
All in all, the dragon naga is just happy to see them getting along so well. Minerva doesn’t notice their arrival of course, but Hollie does, and the dryad responds by grabbing a peach from above her head and throwing it at him like a pitcher throwing a fastball. Salazar grins sardonically as he easily catches the thing, though the real challenge is in catching it in a way that keeps the fruit from splattering across the hardened, calloused palm of his hand.
He’d explained to Hollie what he intended to do earlier, but it was clear that the daughter of Marae had no desire for an actual interruption in her current fuck-session with her Siren lover. Not saying a word, Salazar hands the peach over to Marble and she in turn eats it when he gestures for her to do so. Then, he tosses his head over to the side and the pair of them move to a different part of the Oasis in relative silence.
It’s not hard to get out of sight of the happily fucking couple. These days, Minerva’s Oasis is a veritable meadow, the top of the mountain carved out a bit more so that it could be enlarged. Needless to say, Marae couldn’t resist spoiling her daughter. It was the equivalent of buying one’s child a mansion back on Earth just because one was rich, or at least that how Salazar viewed it.
Not that he was judging. He’d give the world to his children if he could. Now out of sight of Minerva and Hollie, Salazar pulls out two specially made potions as Marble begins to slowly remove her overalls.
“What are those Sweetie? Lust Drafts?”
Salazar chuckles and shakes his head as he holds them up.
“No, no. The peach you just ate is supposed to make you fertile. But if that doesn’t work, these should help. Lumi calls them Fuck Drafts. Here’s the thing… Ember can only get pregnant while she’s in heat, or I’m in a rut. I’m beginning to wonder if your body might react the same way. So, to cover our bases, I figured we’d each have one of these. You’ll be in heat almost instantly, and I’ll be very much in rut by the time I’m done drinking this bad boy.”
Marble looks at the Fuck Drafts almost reverently, and Salazar grins cockily.
“What do you say lover? Care to give it a try?”
He doesn’t have to ask her twice. The bovine-morph has one of the Fuck Drafts in her hands and upturned over her mouth within moments, and Salazar drinks his as well, even as she swallows the entire draft in one large gulp, only to drop the now empty container to the side. Before he can even finish his own Fuck Draft, Marble is on her knees before him, wrapping her massive mammaries around his still-hard cock and sliding the first few inches of his giant length into her mouth and partway down her throat.
The Fuck Draft takes effect and Salazar growls as he reaches out, grabbing Marble’s short cow horns and thrusting forward, through her cleavage and down her throat. The bovine-morph takes his dick like a champ, moaning around his length as her neck spasms and clenches at his dick. There’s no gagging or choking, mostly because Marble has long since learned to suppress her gag reflex just for him, given he’s the only one she’s even willing to give a blowjob to.
Thanks to the rut he’s forced himself into, the dragon naga’s first release is not at all far away, and Salazar lets out a shout as he cums right down Marble’s throat. His seed isn’t as addictive as her milk used to be, but it’s definitely delicious and Marble drinks his cum load to the very last drop before pulling off of him with a pop and smacking her lips together as she grins up at him.
Breathing heavily, Salazar can’t stop himself. He pushes Marble back down to the ground, practically covering her with his long, massive body. His wings flare out and the bovine woman’s legs spread wide open even as Salazar leans forward to drink from one of her teats. His clawed hands slide off of her horns and move to her breasts for a moment, griping and kneading and groping her beautiful, massive mammaries, even as his huge dragon schlong rubs against Marble’s pussy lips for a moment… and then slams home into her.
The beautiful cowgirl lets out a mixture of a moo and a moan as she orgasms around his dick almost instantly, her cunt walls clenching at his shaft in a truly delightful way. Salazar wastes no time in thrusting into Marble as hard and as fast as he can, pounding away at the top-heavy bovine morph with all his strength. He knows just how tough Marble is, both from personal experience and from the game he once played as a human.
She can take everything he has to dish out, which is good because when he’s in a rut, Salazar loses more control of himself than any other time. It’s probably for the best that they’re doing this up here, in Minerva’s Oasis. The purified water nearby will not only quench their thirst and keep them ready for more, it’ll allow him to keep ahold of himself so that the only woman he fucks during this next day or so is Marble, else he might end up dominating Minerva and Hollie too, or even worse, going back to camp to fuck his other lovers into the ground.
Needless to say, Salazar long since learned the dangers of Lomi’s Fuck Drafts as they pertained to him. Only Taylor could truly keep up with his sexual appetites, but Marble was giving it her all in trying to replicate the human woman’s feat. As Salazar forces orgasm after orgasm out of the bovine morph, Marble moos happily and in turn grinds his face down into her tits, making him drink all the deeper as she wiggles and writhes under him. Her hands grab hold of his horns for this purpose, while her legs do their best to wrap around his serpentine lower half.
Keeping him close to her is pretty much all the cowgirl can really do right now, that and holding on tight to weather the storm that is Salazar in a rut. He’s fucking her with a ferocity he’s never used in any of their lovemaking before now, but Marble can’t find it in herself to mind. She knows that if he was in more control, he would treat her as gently as usual. Right now is a case of special circumstances though, and if it means she can have children, Marble will allow Salazar to fuck her as roughly as he desires.
His member pounds into her cunt again and again and again and Marble moos all the louder when she feels him pumping his second release right into her womb. Her barren womb, at least until now hopefully. Marble can only hope this plan of his works, but even if it doesn’t, she can’t help but love her sweetie all the more for trying it. He wants her to be happy, and the bovine morph knows this with all her heart.
His first seed load inside of her, Salazar barely even slows down as he continues to rut her. Marble’s eyes widen and then roll back in her head as she’s hit by a particularly intense and explosive orgasm, and her body and massive tits shake beneath him, even as Salazar continues to drink from her nipples. Her tongue lulls out of her skull, and the cowgirl finally begins to realize the power that her dragon lover brings to the table.
She’d never truly appreciated just how strong Taylor was before this. She’d heard of Salazar at his worst, but she’d never experienced it. Now she was, though even at his worst, the sex was insanely pleasurable. Of course, that was probably just the Fuck Draft… or the atmosphere… or the reason they were doing this. One way or another, Salazar was quite literally fucking her silly right then and there, not usually something Marble would be on board with, as much as she enjoyed keeping her mental faculties intact.
This time, she wasn’t getting a choice. His member continues to plunge in and out of her, and the orgasms begin to leave her with blackening vision as Salazar cums inside of her yet again. She’s literally passing out to the brutal pounding he’s giving her… but it’ll all be worth it, if she ends up pregnant with Salazar’s child. That’s the last thought that runs through Marble’s mind even as the bestial fucking frenzy sends her off to La La land a few moments later.
When she wakes up a little while later, she’s face down, ass up in the air, at least at first. Salazar’s massive, powerful body is over her, pinning her down and plowing her heartily from behind as she feels his cum sloshing around inside of her over-filled womb. Marble moos tiredly, and Salazar pulls back a little, allowing her to rise to her hands and knees.
The first thing that the cowgirl sees is a pile of herbs and peaches right in front of her. She leans forward and grazes on them, her fingers digging into the grass and the dirt beneath her in order to keep her body from ending up pushed forward by Salazar’s jarring thrusts. She eats the fruit and the plants and in no time at all, Marble feels revitalized and recovered. She keeps on eating, and soon she’s more than just recovered, she’s outright bursting with energy.
Her head tossed back, Marble moans and moos up at her lover as Salazar clutches at her wide hips and slams into her massive, fat ass again and again. His length plunges into her womb repeatedly, and she feels it as he seeds her with another load of his cum. Now though, Marble isn’t exhausted anymore. The brutal, bestial pounding that Salazar is visiting upon her feels better than good, it feels GREAT. She begins to orgasm around his pistoning prick yet again and at the same time, she even starts to thrust her hips back in the direction of his member as it slams home into her.
His growls and her moos fill the air as he fucks her, as he dominates her. Marble’s lactating mammaries bounce and jiggle beneath her, covering the ground under them with a massive amount of her milk. His hands eventually move from her hips to her waist, and then to her tits, which he squeezes and kneads playfully. Then they move onto her hair and her horns, and her back arches as he pulls at both, causing her large breasts to jut out even more and move around even wilder.
Her mate just can’t get enough of her body, and in that moment Marble has never felt more loved by the dragon who’s pounding into her so ferociously. This is all for her, this moment is all about giving her what she’s always longed for. The thought of the children Salazar might father on her, the thought of them drinking from her breasts, it sends Marble through another round of orgasms as she moos happily at the top of her lungs.
The cowgirl cannot contain herself, and in the end she doesn’t even try. Salazar continues to fuck her for hours more, but thanks to the herbs and the peaches that he’d had her consume, Marble is able to keep going throughout the duration of her heat and his rut, never once blacking out again as he fucks her like a savage. In the end, his last cum load leaves her looking like she’s several months pregnant already, and her belly is distended and bloated as they lay in the warm embrace of his wings.
Salazar has her on her side, her back against his chest as he holds her close. Marble turns her head to meet his and their lips press together, even as her thick cow tongue runs along his long, serpentine one. They lay together and Marble luxuriates in the feeling of her lover as they cuddle for what feels like hours more. And then finally, though she knows not how she knows it, Marble can feel a change.
A gasp of shock and happiness leaves the bovine woman’s mouth as she looks up into Salazar’s inquisitive eyes.
“It… it worked sweetie. I can feel it. I don’t know how, but I can feel it. I… I’m going to be a mother.”
Salazar’s responding dopey grin is as pure and honest as the first time he’d been told one of his lovers was pregnant with his child. His hands squeeze at her massive tits one last time as he snuggles into her neck.
“And I’m going to be a father, once more. I cannot wait. Merry Christmas, my darling.”
Marble luxuriates in the feeling of impending motherhood, Salazar’s shaft still buried inside of her, keeping all of his life-giving seed in her fertile womb, inseminating her eggs. She suspects she might end up having twins… or triplets… or perhaps more than that. But she doesn’t care how many she has, in the end. All that matters is she will soon be a mother, all thanks to the one holding her close even now.
“Merry Christmas sweetie…”
With a contented smile on her face and those words passing through her lips, Marble lets her eyes drift shut as sleep finally takes her.
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