Laughing. Drinking. Eating. Celebration of life and living. The Dining Hall of Jordmodirbaer, the true name of Earthmother's Den, built from mountain rock, large rough hewn timbers, and a sod roof, was bursting with the sounds of merriment. A large fellow. One of the ursidae-alfari, also known simply as a bear, came running into the light of the already overly packed dining hall. He pushed his way up before the massive U-shaped table where I sat beside Orsa, where her mother Kunnigr-volva Eferhilda sat on her left side and Chief Fyrsil sat just on my right. The man stood better than nine feet tall. A full head taller than Fyrsil who was a head taller than Orsa.
The man, like all of his people, was built thick and wide, and was covered in long brown fur. He wore a thick leather belt plated with small metal discs and had a hoop for a large mace on his left hip. On the right hip, dangling from two iron rings hung a large leather bag. From two more rings hung a long loincloth of leather covered with more small iron discs.
"Chief!" He yelled so as to be heard over the merriment.
"Yes Torben, where have you come from, and what is your report?" Chief Fyrsil chuckled but then grew more concerned when he saw the man was serious.
"Chief, they came from the north," Torben said.
"From the north? Who?" Fyrsil asked now his tone more concerned but kept calm. He didn't want to panic his people carelessly.
"A small group." Torben answered, "A bos'taurine family, a hare, a rabbit, and… and a goddess! They seek permission to enter the village. There is a goddess at our gate, Chief, and she's asking permission to enter!"
Having overheard, I nearly choked on something that tasted like pumpkin pie but without the crust. Swallowing, then chuckling, I asked, "Does the goddess glow as brightly as the moon? Hair that floats above her head and gives a glimpse of the heavens themselves? Walks on hooves, has a long tail, and has four arms?"
Fyrsil cut his eyes to me, and seeing that I was not upset, visibly relaxed.
"That is not a goddess," I pronounced, "Rather, she is the Oracle of the moon goddess Seline. She is my wife, and she is my mother."
With a sharp nod Fyrsil stood and raised his hands for attention and silence. Once he had everyone's attention he commanded, "Torben, hasten back to the Oracle of Moon and escort her Holiness here with all speed!"
Torben nodded, and then ran back the way he came. This time he didn't have to push at all, a path opened before him. For the first time since the end of the battle with the army of the dead there was complete silence. Celebrating could be heard all around the village, except in the dining hall. As the time dragged out for Torben to make his way back to the north gate and then lead the party back to the grand dining hall, whispers began to sprout and circulate. Questions on who was coming. Was it really a goddess? No, it was a priestess. No, it was the High Priestess of the Moon. No, it was Seline herself in the flesh. No, it was traveling merchants come from a nearby village. Whispers murmured and rumors spread, but all were curious as to what was going to happen next.
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Whispers spread out, moving constantly in front of Glenna and her party like a wave. Pointing fingers were raised in her direction as mumbled comments and speculation were shared between companions. Who is she? What is she? Why is she here? Why wasn't she here before? There were almost as many different answers for each question as there were questions.
She was disturbed by some of the questions. Some were just natural curiosity. Of course she knew who she was, but she was as baffled as they were when it came to other questions, like. What was she now? A nottalfar to be sure, but what else? Seline changed her. Now she had hooves for feet, a long tail, and four arms. All she lacked were horns and she would look like most succubi. If given wings, she would look like one of the Fallen, or the goddess herself. With the exception that Seline had four massive breasts while Glenna still only had two. Thank the goddess she hadn't given her two more!
It was strange though, Jordmodirbaer was nothing like Tunglljosbaer. She felt nothing here. There was no sexual exstacy from prayers and worship to Seline in Earthmother's Den like what she had experienced in Moonlight's Burrow. Though Usagi and Tsukino's constant prayers to Seline did keep her belly constantly warm with arousal. Which, in turn, caused her to give off pheromones that affected Bartlett, Maha, Tampa, Usagi, and Tsukino, sending them all into a breeding heat.
Bartlett and Maha stopped the journey three times so that they could disappear into the forest and quail their desires. It sounded like giants wrestling followed by bellows of ecstasy that sounded like blasts of giant horns. When they returned from their third mating, both blushing and grinning with embarrassment like a young couple newly married, they kept upwind and a hundred feet between themselves and Glenna.
Tampa, Usagi, and Tsukino were worse off. The longer the trip took the more impatient Tampa became. Usagi and Tsukino became delirious with sexual euphoria. Giggling and sharing naughty innuendos they tried several times to follow Bartlett and Maha into the forest so that they could watch and satisfy themselves. They became overly friendly with each other to the point that Usagi hip-bumped Tsukino so hard that she knocked the woman's weapons out of her hands, which led to more giggles. Thankfully, by comparison Earthmother's Den was gloriously quiet and Glenna immediately chided herself on thinking such a sacrilegious thought.
It was late, the moon having risen and set by the time they left the dense mountain forests north of Earthmother's Den. Everyone was exhausted, even Usagi and Tsukino. Dry dead grass crunched beneath Glenna's hooves, and she knelt down and touched the grass and the soil in curiosity. The grass was dead. Beyond dead. So was the soil. It felt… wrong.
"Something feels wrong here," Bartlett mumbled to himself.
"Yeah," Maha agreed with a nod, "I think we should hurry."
Tampa nodded, and Glenna found herself agreeing wholeheartedly.
As they drew closer to Earthmother's Den large bonfires lit up the clearing in front of the north gate where the forest had been cut back for some distance. Dark splotches littered the ground all around them and as soon as they came near to one they saw that it was an emaciated, half decomposed, body of a canis-alfari. A wolf! They moved past and saw more bodies, none of them were the same. A Boar. Orc. Dokkalfar. Bear. El'dwea, and so many others.
"What happened here?" Usagi asked in a hushed whisper.
"A battle," Bartlett answered, not realizing the question was rhetorical. Of course there was a battle. That much was very self evident.
"I imagine we will find out more once we get to Earthmother's Den," Glenna said.
Fires lit up the night and piled on them were bodies of the slain. There were many many fires and even more bodies. It had been a great battle. There were ursidae-alfari tending to each fire, and many more still dragging bodies to those pillars of flame. But, as they drew closer to the stone walled village they heard music and the sound of laughing and good cheer.
"They celebrate having survived," Bartlett said.
"I would too if I had just fought this battle," Tampa said.
No one else said anything, no one had to. Despite the villagers outside tending to the fires and burning the bodies, the gates of Earthmother's Den were closed. It took Bartlett knocking on the large wooden gate several times before one of the ursidae-alfari inside opened a portcullis and asked, "Who goes there?"
"Maha and Tampa Longhorn!" Maha yelled, identifying herself before continuing, "These are my companions; my husband Bartlett, Glenna Moonlilly Oracle of the moon goddess Seline and wife to the Druidlord Viridian Vale, and Usagi and Tsukino, guardswomen from Moonlight's Burrow recently accepted as initiates of the Moon Goddess."
"Moonlight's Burrow?" The guard retorted as he scanned the party scornfully, "This is all you sent to render aid?"
"Aid?" Maha replied in shock, "We had no idea that you were in need of aid."
"Sir," Glenna said, finally speaking up out of impatience to see her husband, "As a priestess I am more than happy to render aid and healing if you would but let us in."
The guard looked her up and then down before finally saying, "The order was given to close the gates before nightfall. I have sent a runner to ask permission to open the gates. You will have to be patient until then."
Then as if asking out of curiosity he continued, "By the way, what are you exactly? Oracle of the Moon Goddess they say, but you sure look a lot like a demon to me."
"And, how many demons have you seen," Glenna asked.
"Umm… Err…" The guard replied hesitantly before turning away.
There were sounds of revelry inside the village then there was a commotion on the other side of the gate. Another guard that had approached and looked out and was ogling Glenna's breasts pulled back from the portcullis. There was an exchange of words, and then came the sounds of movement as the bar was lifted out of the way and the gates were opened.
Once the gates swung to each side a very large ursidae-alfari rushed out to greet them. He was very large though he was still a head shorter than Bartlett. He took in the broad shouldered bos-taurine and then his eyes met Glenna's. Bending double, he bowed nearly to the ground as he said, "The Druidlord described you exactly, Oracle Glen'nathel Moonlilly, Priestess of Seline. My name is Torben. Please, follow me. I will take you and your party to your lord."
"Thank you, Torben," Glenna replied as she fell in step behind Torben after he bowed again before turning and leading them into the village at a quick pace.
Inside the walls the village was made up of many large rock homes. Large in comparison to her, but in comparison to the dining hall they were all quite small. The houses looked more like rock mounds. Each home was made up of a single large room, a chimney for a fireplace, and a bed made from hay or pine needles. Of what Glenna could remember, ursidae-alfari were a close knit people and their families were even more so. From the giant communal dining halls to entire families sleeping together under one roof.
Oh there was nothing perverse in their sleeping arrangements. Not like alfari, where there was sure to be relations between siblings or between parents and offspring. No, ursidae-alfari were just massive cuddlers with the added benefit that it helped stave off freezing during their winter hibernation.
Before Glenna knew it she was stepping up into the dining hall. Those that saw Torben stepped out of the way creating a path. When the villager saw her, however, they stared in open amazement. Turning back to her party she said, "Bartlett, remain here and prepare Tampa to be presented to her mate. Maha, as Tampa's mother, you will come with me. Usagi and Tsukino as my Initiate priestess, you will also accompany me. Bartlett, when the command comes you will lead Tampa to me where you will give your daughter to her new owner."
Bartlett nodded and moved to do as he was told. Tampa, who was more than a little travel weary opened a large bag and set a crown of flowers on top of her head. There was much more that Tampa did, but Glenna turned away and followed Torben into the dining hall.
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Torben appeared as his fellow villagers opened a path for him. He was so large and wide that I couldn't really see anyone behind him. I did however see Glenna's long silky hair waving to and fro like a black flame that gave glimpses of the universe above Torben's head. I also heard the clip-clomp of her hooves on the stone floor.
There was a large open space in front of the U-shaped dining table I was sitting at, and as soon as Torben stepped within the space he stepped aside allowing for Glenna to enter, and Maha, Bartlett's wife.
"Chief, I have done as you commanded," Torben announced, "May I present Glen'nathel Moonlilly, Oracle of Seline, and Maha Longhorn from Moonlight Burrow. Also, Usagi and Tsukino, apprentice priestesses of Seline, and also from Moonlight Burrow. There are others as well that await outside, a Bartlett Longhorn and his daughter Tampa."
"Thank you Torben," Chief Fyrsil replied, "You have done well, but now, please return to your post."
Torben nodded, and then turned and left. This time having to push his way out through the crowd.
"Welcome, Oracle of Seline," Chief Fyrsil greeted warmly, "It is an honor to have the living image of the goddess in our midst. Please, join us in celebration of life and living for we have won a great victory today over the forces of death!"
"Thank you, Chief," Glenna replied with a curtsy before continuing, "However, I can not, yet."
"How come!" Eferhilda asked, speaking up for the first time.
"Kunnigr-volva," Glenna replied while looking straight at me, "It is because I must congratulate my Lord. He has conquered today a terrible evil, and in doing so earned the respect of two villages and a wife from each."
Glenna paused only long enough to say to Usagi and Tsukino, "Go and tell Bartlett it is time."
Then she turned back to Chief Fyrsil and Kunnigr-volva Eferhilda and said, "Congratulations on surviving the battle today, and my blessing and the blessing of Seline on this marriage. May the fruitage of my lord's union with your daughter be bountiful!"
Glenna paused for effect and then continued, "However, my Lord's hand was promised in marriage to another as well."
"What is this that you are doing?" Fyrsil asked.
"Interrupting our marriage feast to include another marriage partner for the Druid Lord," Eferhilda answered, her tone and expression dissatisfied.
"My apologies, Chief and Kunnigr-volva," Glenna acknowledged with a pleasant smile, "The fact of the matter is, Lord Viridian was promised to Tampa Longhorn before he set out on this quest to investigate the disturbance and sickness in this area. Once he stopped the origin of both sickness and disturbance, we set out at once to follow Lord Viridian so that Bartlett Longhorn may fulfill his vow and give his daughter to Lord Viridian as a concubine."
"I regret to inform you, Oracle, but our daughter and Lord Viridian have already shared the wedding feast," Chief Fyrsil said, "What would you have us do? Resend our offering of our daughter to him as mate?"
"No," Glenna answered with a firm shake of her head, "I would never presume to insult your generosity or my lord in such a manner. Rather, I propose that both young women be given to him tonight, and for the next fourteen days they share him during a combined 'week of these wives'."
Chief Fyrsil cut his eyes from Glenna and met his wife's gaze. They seemed to have a silent dialogue. Bartlett approached, leading his daughter on his arm. She wore a simple village dress, but on her head was a wreath of flowers and a veil. Upon approaching Glenna, Bartlett stopped and moved around to lift the veil from his daughter's face and settle it on her long, wild blonde hair. He kissed her lightly on each cheek, and then stepped back and turned to Viridian.
"My lord, Viridian," He said, his voice husky with emotion, "I do not know what you did up here, but whatever it was, you saved my daughter's life. Priestess Glenna was only able to heal my wife. She could not heal my daughter. You, sir, saved her! Whatever you did here, caused the sickness that was killing my daughter to simply disappear. So, my lord, I am here to keep my word. My daughter accepted my proposal of giving her to you as a mate, as so, here she is. Your mate, my daughter, Tampa Longhorn."
Looking at Orsa, she nodded and I stood up. Walking around the table, I approached Tampa. She stood nearly twice my height, but she was thick and curvy in a very pleasing way, and she seemed to be very shy.
"Hello Tampa," I said, introducing myself, "I am Viridian Vale, your husband…"
There was a long silence as Chief Fyrsil and Kunnigr-volva Eferhilda looked at each other, then they turned to Orsa.
"How do you feel about this," Fyrsil asked?
Orsa watched Viridian and Tampa. The young Bos-taurine was of an age with her. She was shy and hesitant, but courageous. Tampa was clearly scared but forged ahead, accepting her father's promise of marriage to this Prime despite her fear. Tampa was a foot taller than Orsa, and even more voluptuous in breast, hip, and buttocks. She seemed very domestic. Orsa could be domestic too, but Tampa was the embodiment of it.
Turning her head to regard her father and then her mother, she answered, "I am willing to share."
After all, she thought, Lord Viridian already had five wives accompanying him. Sharing him was going to be a very large component of a successful marriage to him. Orsa found Viridian's first wife, Glenna, watching her with a small smirk on her lush lips. Glenna nodded, and Orsa returned her nod with one of her own.
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Cheers erupted throughout all of Earthmother's Den as Chief Fyrsil and Bartlett Longhorn clapped their large hands on my shoulders and gave approving nods. Maha hugged me to her overly large bosom and kissed me on each cheek before saying, "Thank you for saving my daughter's and my life. Also, Bartlett told me of how your healing works and that you declined to heal us in that manner for the sake of our union. Again, thank you."
"Glenna healed you, not me," I objected, "And, I was only doing what was right when I didn't use my healing right away. We had other options still available. If it had come down to my healing was the only way, then I would have."
"That as may be," Maha replied, "However, you were willing to explore those options before using your own healing. Other men… other Primes… I don't think they would have waited. For various reasons."
I searched her dark brown eyes and I knew what she meant. I gave her a nod, and then whispered, "I am so glad that you are well now and that it didn't come to needing my healing."
"Me too," She said, and then kissed me again on the cheek and let me move on to Eferhilda.
Eferhilda gave me a bear hug that nearly cracked my ribs, and then I was leading Orsa and Tampa to a house designated strictly for our marriage ceremony. Cheers went up as we entered, and then died down as everyone dispersed to continue their festivities elsewhere.
"So," Orsa said as the door closed and she took a moment to look at the large bed made of leather stuffed with hay until it appeared to be a massive deflated ball roughly fifteen feet in diameter. Thrown atop it were layers upon layers of pelts and pillows made of leather, again stuffed with hay, "How should we proceed?"
"Both of you lay down," I commanded, though I felt very small in comparison to both women. They were giants compared to me.
Orsa and Tampa complied, each one disrobing though Tampa left her veil and wreath of flowers on her head and covering her face, then they laid down.
"Orsa, some of my magic has already leapt into your body. I don't know what it is doing to you, so I will start with you," I explained.
"Magic?" Tampa asked, but I was already kneeling between Orsa's legs.
Of all the hybrid animals I have seen so far, ursidae-alfari were the most humanoid in appearance. Yes they were larger, and Orsa was still covered in a thick, though soft, brown fur from head to her toes, and she had long, thick, curly brown hair that fell well past her buttocks in a thick braid. Thick black claws tipped her fingers, but what made her appearance the most humanoid in my opinion was her lower legs, ankles and feet. For once, besides having long black claws tipping each toe, her feet were completely humanoid in form and function.
Orsa shivered when I placed my hands on her ankles and ran them up to her knee. Then she shivered again as I combed my fingers through her soft fur, up her inner thighs until I reached her sex. Her fur was several inches longer there but also several times softer. I combed my fingers in until I found the folds of her thick, fatty, external labia, and then I pushed my hand into her warm wet depths.
With tender caresses I separated the folds of the much smaller folds of her inner labia. I ran my fingers up and down her vulva, pushing my entire fist into her vagina until I came to her hymen before retreating. A warmth in my mind, a sense of knowing, guided my hands as I ran one up to caress her belly while the other moved to rub circles around the soft cylindrical nub of her clitoris.
Orsa's thighs shuddered violently as she moaned softly, but as I continued my ministry she moaned louder and louder. At first her hand closest to Tampa slapped down and then clasped the girl's hand tightly. Then thick black nipples rose out of the brown fur covering her breasts. Orsa's thighs spasmed and shuddered as she caught to keep from closing them on me. Down to fist her vagina I delved then up her vulva and over her urethra. I used my fingers to massage her labia and then I returned to her clitoris.
Orsa hands flew to her own breasts to squeeze and knead roughly before pinching and twisting her own nipples. Every movement was accompanied by sighing inhalations or gasping exhales. Her back arched, and she bounced her bottom as a particularly sensitive area was found. Sometimes it was in delight, her pelvis shifted trying to move upward or down, following my hand and fingers. Sometimes she tried to retreat from oversensitized pain as pleasurable tickles turned into something else. Through it all Orsa's moans turned into lusty growls and bawdy howls.
As Orsa's arousal escalated, so did mine. Everytime I pushed my fist into her vagina I could feel her chi and my magic swimming around inside her. It came close to my hand but when I would stretch out, reaching for it with my consciousness, it would turn away brushing my fingertips with a flick of its tail, giving me just a hint of its power, before swimming just out of reach.
I pushed and I reached for the power swimming inside Orsa. I combed and pulled at the thick fur covering her belly and I felt her abdomen flex and stretch as she moved. I plunged my hand deep inside her womb, pushing and stretching her hymen until she gasped and then relenting only to withdraw and work my way back to her clitoris. When she gasped, a long mewling inhalation, her back arched and her thighs snapped closed, and I knew it was time.
Withdrawing my hand from her sex, Orsa immediately relaxed. Pushing her thighs so that she opened herself up to me completely I moved for insertion. Reaching out, I grabbed greedy handfuls of her breasts, and then I pushed myself inside her. It was as if the light of the candles filling the room were all suddenly snuffed out!
Power flooded my body as fur burst from my skin. My body lengthened and expanded as bones grew larger, muscles thickened as new layers were added, and I roared in pain and pleasure as I sank deeper and deeper inside Orsa. Tampa screamed in fright, but her fear was lost to me. I roared again and again as I claimed Orsa's virginity. I pushed deeper and then I was inside her, more than inside her, my consciousness was inside Orsa. I was a bear and I was a man. Something hybrid and meshed together, tall and thick, covered in fur, with the head of a bear.
I was a blue magic bear surrounded and hovering in darkness. Three great globes of light shown in the distance, all in a line, and each one after the first some great distance further away. Each globe appeared to be a giant roiling sun, a bright yet deep shade of orange, and swimming in circles around the nearest one was a fish made of pure magic such a deep rich shade of orange that it was almost red.
Roaring in rage I charged after the elusive fish! My teeth flashed, bit, and snapped, but it easily skittered away. I roared again and charged after. I slashed with my claws and bit with my teeth, but it escaped everytime. Rage consumed me so that I chased that stupid fish around and around, from the Soul Well all the way to the Spirit Well. I slashed and snapped and chased, but the fish always eluded me. I ran and fought to exhaustion, and then finally my rage subsided and I sat down to think.
The fish was not a fish at all, so why was I so enraged? Stretching out my mind slowly, oh so slowly, like a hand approaching from behind and beneath, I was tickling its belly. As soon as I touched it I knew what it was. It was my magic and Gaia's. It was playful and powerful. It hadn't had time to settle down and join with me, and then Orsa tickled it and it leapt out of me and into her like a fish leaping from one pool to another. Curious and frightened, it explored, all the while tormenting and titillating Orsa with pleasure and arousal. It found her Soul Well, Well of Power, and Spirit Well, and then feasted on the magic polluting Orsa's chi. Now it was waiting for me, but it also wanted to play as well. It would return to me. It wanted to return to me, but the more I chased after it the more it wanted to play. The more it wanted to run. The more it wanted to be chased.
Withdrawing my mind back to my astral body I opened my eyes and I looked for the fish. It was swimming lazily in circles around the Soul Well once again. I didn't think about it much and instead stood up, turning I caught sight of Orsa's Well of Power and I started running towards it. It appeared to be incredibly far away but within moments it was a giant roiling sun flashing and casting out heat in flares, then I sat down, crossed my legs, and began to meditate.
Seconds passed by. Then minutes. Hours might have passed, or even days. I couldn't be certain. Time was a relative thing here. It felt like eternity before Gaia's magical fish became bored, and then curious. Slowly. Lazily. Back and forth. It swam this way and that. Coming closer this way then darting away. Coming a little closer that way then darting away again. Back and forth, to and fro, it swam closer and closer until it finally settled down on my lap, and then the world exploded in shades of blue, yellow, and orange light!
I opened my eyes, my real eyes, and below Orsa panted and moaned as she kissed me. Tampa looked on in amazement and more than a little fear, but she didn't run away and she didn't scream. I could feel my heart racing. I was breathing hard, and I could feel that I was seeding Orsa deeply. I let my shapeshifted hybrid bear-form go, reverted back to my alfari-form and collapsed on top of Orsa and hugged her.
She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tightly, then we laid there and recovered our strength.
——(!)——
Tampa turned on her side and waited her turn patiently. She looked at Orsa from time to time, but mostly she had eyes only for me. I didn't notice at first, but once I did I turned my head on Orsa's breasts and stared into Tampa's big brown eyes. She smiled shyly and I returned it with a smile of my own. Slowly. Hesitantly. She moved to place a hand on my back and slowly drew her finger up to my shoulders, then caressed her way down to my behind. She cupped each cheek, squeezed tinderly, and then left to draw her fingers up to my shoulders once more.
"I've seen my parents show affection to each other," Tampa began in a husky whisper, "It's interesting that until now I never understood them. My father's obsession with my mother's rump, or mother's fixation with my father's shoulders and arms, but now…"
She chuckled and shook her head, "Now I understand, though, I think I take after my mother more so than my father. Your bottom is nice, but your shoulders…"
She trailed off as her hands moved down to caress my bottom once or twice more, but the greater part of her attention was on my shoulders and arms. She watched my muscles move and flex, and her breathing quickened as she became increasingly aroused.
Turning to look down at Orsa, she smiled up at me reassuringly and said, "It's her turn. I don't mind. I knew this was how it was going to be, me sharing you with all of your other wives and concubines."
She shrugged but continued, "You are my mate, now it is her turn. Don't think you're going to get any rest though, as soon as she is finished with you, you will be mine again!"
"And after you, Orsa, he shall be mine again," Tampa chuckled.
Orsa smiled and nodded, "Yes, husband, you will not be getting any rest tonight."
Pushing myself up, I leaned in for a final kiss with Orsa, and then I moved back and around between Tampa's legs. She had her knees drawn up and she spread them wide as she smiled down at me over her large breasts in anticipation. From where I was I got a new perspective of the large, thickly muscled, generously curvy bos-taurine. Her hooves were white, her legs, tail, buttocks, back, and arms were all covered in short golden fur. Except for the tip of her tail which was covered in long golden hair much like what was on her head. However, Tampa's under arms, inner thighs, sex, and breasts had no fur at all. They were soft, smooth, pale white flesh. Thick red, green, and purple veins spiderwebbed and lightning bolted across her breasts so that her heart could feed her enormous mammary glands, soft fleshy skin, and bountiful fat stores.
Between Tampa's sex and breast her belly was covered in the thinnest layer of golden fur, but from where I was below her looking up her body it appeared to be more of a golden glow covering her belly than anything else. Tampa, like Orsa, was large and thick and covered a softening layer of fat that gave her an appearance of being very plump. For the first time I can remember since becoming sexually active with Bastet years ago, I moved in between Tampa's thighs. For the first time I have a desire to do something that I had until now only ever seen in online porn videos in my previous life. Up until now so much of my intimacy has been so caught up in instinct and passion, but now, I feel calm and curious. I could feel a deep fire inside to dominate the cow, but it wasn't overpowering, and besides, this girl was already very shy and submissive. Where would the fun be in dominating someone that has already submitted? No. Rather, it would be more fun to coax out of her something more… hungry.
Combing my fingers through the fur on the back of her thighs, I followed them up to the thick, fatty lips of her sex, then, with a smile up at Tampa, I buried my face in her world. She gasped and giggled, and then she moaned as she thrust her pelvis up, smashing her soft, plump, pink sex into me for more. Seconds turned into minutes as she moaned more and more while Orsa looked on in rapt interest. Moaning became sighing with periodic gasping accompanied by shudders, mini pelvic thrusts, and a cute little bit of lifting her bum off the bed in small hops as her vaginal muscles constricted then released. Her thighs quivered and jerked, so I wrapped my arms around them and found that they were thicker than I could reach around. I got a clear sense of her weight and the power within her large body. She must of outweighed me by close to nine-hundred pounds, and as I licked my tongue up and down her vulva, from her vagina to her clitoris, massaging her inner labia and nibbling her outer lips the whole time, I knew that if I brought her to orgasm she might, very easily, crush my head between her thighs, or even break my neck with a single involuntary spasm.
Tampa cooed in delight as I licked her sex, and then, reluctantly, I gave her a final tongue lashing between the folds of her plump lips and began kissing my way up her belly. Her fur smelled like spring rain, fresh cut grass, and spring tulips. I inhaled her scent deeply, and then I placed my small alfari hands on the tops on her mountainous breasts. They were huge, larger than I remembered from when I saw her sick and in bed in her fathers cottage. Pushing between them, I leaned down and kissed Tampa's mouth. She craned her head up and accepted my kisses with impatient anticipation. She was ready to breed and she wanted more than kisses. Still, I luxuriated in kissing her. Her lips were even softer, more plump, and more delectable than those I had just kissed moments before.
My whole torso fit between Tampa's breasts as I kissed her. They fell to each side of her chest, still huge, but somehow appearing smaller than when she was sitting up or standing, and still as I held them beneath each of my arms they were as large as medium sized wine kegs.
"Please," She whispered when I pulled away for a breath of air. It was all she needed to say. I knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
My own organ was ready. Withdrawing back between her thighs, I guided myself into Tampa and pressed in. In my alfari-form I was very small in comparison to Tampa. I could transform into my hybrid lion-form, but I didn't want to frighten Tampa, and so, I pushed inside her as deeply as I could.
My magic, raw and unrefined from not having time to meditate since my encounter and spiritual union with Gaia, then mating with Coella and Gaia's Oracle in order to save them, and now mating with Orsa and Tampa, it was no wonder that it was a tempestuous glacial green. It bristled like an angry cat, leapt about like a hare, and roared like a bear before charging. As it charged the dark green sphere nestled in Tampa's lower belly, her Soul Well transformed into a large long-horned bull. In a breath of a moment it charged straight at me!
Outside, part of me felt my body changing as well. Sleek white fur covered my arms, shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs. My ass ached as new bone grew out from between my cheeks to form a long tail covered in white fur except for the tip that was covered in long golden hair. My lower legs and feet changed so that they were hooves. And my head and face changed into something hybrid of a bull and an alfari with long golden horns and hair that was a long golden mane.
The bull charged and I had only a moment to decide how to meet it. The fox was sly and cunning. The hare was fast and agile, the eagle was aloof and calculating. All strong in their own way, but in now way capable of competing with the pure charging power of a bos-taurine. The bear was powerful but was slow and lumbering by comparison. That left me with the lion and the arboreal. As I started to run to meet the bull my hair lifted up like wheat stalks, my eyes glowed green but within they looked like strangely etched seeds, and my skin had a distinct wood grain quality.
I dodged to the side just as the bulls momentum brought hurtling up on me. I avoided being trampled, but a horn caught my side and spun me as I was bored savagely. I began to heal immediately, but it didn't take away the pain or its memory. The bull slowed and turned to charge again. Pushing myself up I lashed out with entangling roots before it's momentum was too great to stop. The bull snorted and roared as roots tangled its feet, pulled it to the ground, and thorns tore at its flesh.
Running in, closing the distance quickly I slashed at its shoulders and haunches with hands that were long poisoned claws. The bull roared in pain, in rage, and defiance. It struggled against the roots that bound it, snapping one, then two, then ten until it sounded like paper ripping as it jumped and kicked its way to freedom. It charged at me, its horns pointed like spears seeking to impale, and I leapt aside. I cast entangling roots again, and again, I darted in slashing and jabbing with claws laced with poison.
Time seemed to pass in seconds or maybe it was hours, and in the end Tampa's Soul Well fell, howling in pain and frustration, and then I consumed the residual magic that tainted Tampa's chi. Then came the Well of Power, and lastly, her Spirit Well. They all fell, and then suddenly I was fully aware that Tampa was kissing me and thrashing beneath me. Her breasts heaved as they pressed between us. Her legs were wrapped around my hips and she lurched to meet my every thrust so that I was plunging as deeply inside her as I could. As I climaxed, she orgasmed, and we both pulled away only long enough to yell out a sound that was like two great horns blasting throughout the whole of the village
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"What is that noise?" Huxian asked when Glenna came into her gifted home suddenly become small with Coella, Shahad, Gaia's Oracle, and her six newborn infants laying down one side of the bed.
"That would be our husband and his new wife Tampa," Glenna answered.
"Really?" Huxian replied with a chagrined shake of her head, "He is accumulating wives so quickly. I wonder if he will be able to keep us all satisfied?"
"He has his father's stamina," Glenna replied with a knowing grin, "and an uncanny intuition. I'm sure we will all be fine."
Seeing the woman that was Gaia's Oracle, Glenna clip-clopped over until she was kneeling beside the woman and inspecting her in to cool white luminance that she, herself, gave off.
"Who is this?" Glenna asked.
"Virdy was contacted by Gaia when we arrived here," Huxian answered, "She has given him her blessing and made him her Champion as well. This is her Oracle. Virdy said that in exchange for saving her, Gaia has given her to him as a wife."
"Really," Glenna mused thoughtfully.
"She hasn't woken up since Virdy defeated her and subsequently mated her in order to save her life," Huxian added.
"No, she hasn't, has she," Glenna mumbled as she reached out to place a hand on the dark brown woman's forehead, "There isn't much I can do either, all of my life-force is expended. I cannot use more of my own life-force without putting the new life growing in my belly in jeopardy, and I will be unable to gather more from Virdy for two weeks at the most."
Glenna's fingertips touched Gaia's Oracle's forehead and there was a pop of orange and white magic and for Glenna everything went dark.