Corruption of Souls

Ch.92

The rest of dinner went by quickly, but not fast enough for our burning need to satisfy our body’s desire to bear more offspring. Why is this happening~?! Didn’t We give this to Urta to avoid this~?! “Oh~...” We moaned as We ducked out of the nursery, having had enough of the Chaos and our overbearing need to be filled with young.

We panted and fished in our cleavage, pulling out the milkshake coupon. “Hopefully Spike doesn’t mind skipping the date and going straight for the cherry at the bottom of the milkshake.” We stowed it away for another day and sniffed the air, practically homing in on his familiar musk.

Ah, he’s here. That simplifies things.

We quickly ran up the stairs leading to the guest wing and ran into someone more solid than a stone wall, causing us to grunt and fall on our ass. “Huh?! Oh! Sorry babe!” We perked up and looked up at our amazonian Argent Slime wife who was for some reason dressed in a casual white T-shirt with the words 2d8 Bludgeoning Damage over her breasts and had on tight blue short-shorts.

“Urta? Why were you up here in the guest wing?” We asked our beloved Goddess of Fertility and-oh by sister she smells good!

“I was up here in one of the isolation rooms after a big test the eggheads did on me. It involved collaborating with the Womb Wards and trying to figure out why Foxslimes duplicate inside my womb. I was bushed afterwards and-mm~ babe?” Urta leered hungrily down at us as We had gotten to our paws and were groping her tits with panting breaths, our tails whipping about behind us. “Don’t you smell hotter than a bitch in heat right now~.”

“Urta. We need you~.” We whimpered, our legs shaking with raw need. Just being around her is driving us mad with need!

“Well then, how about I actually take you to a bakery? Because all I can think about is getting you bred.” Urta growled, scooping us up and We hungrily kissed her in the bridal carry as she carried us down the hall towards the back hall.

“Oh fuck yes! Fill us. We want your pups!” We panted and squirmed in her perfect sculpted arms against her bosom, the glowing turquoise slime vixen content to saunter down the hall with her tail swishing about for the moment.

“Please. Do go on.” Urta teased when she brought us past the throne room and our study, within We smelled Spike, likely hard at work helping sort things out. Sorry Spike! Next time!

“Pump us like We’re a condom! Fucking pop us if it takes that much to sate this burning desire!” We pleaded with our beloved Goddess who hummed as if considering denying her wife and then carried us into our bedroom, which was thankfully empty at this time. We don’t want to share Urta with anyone right now!

“I don’t know~. It would hardly be right of me as your wife to take advantage of your vulnerable state.” Urta teased after she gently set us on the bed and We whined while groping our tits and our tails curled up under our dress to dive into our hungry snatch. “Besides, is this you or your Following?”

H-huh?

“You’re still a horned rat babe. Is this all you, or is this because of some effect from your worshipers?” Urta questioned us with gentle concern as she knelt on the bed and pet our head. “Why don’t you turn into Willow’s body or something to make sure?”

“S-sure. We miss having tail hands anyway.” We pulled our trio of thin prehensile tails from our pussy and then morphed into Willow’s familiar kitsune form. Immediately, We felt a difference. We’re still horny as all fuck, but now We’re less desperate to breed and strengthen the colony-fuck! “It is our worshipers~! They still worship us as their Goddess of Fertility! This isn’t fair~!” We sobbed, thankful Urta was so caring that she was willing to resist her lustful and breed-hungry nature to help us with our own.

“So even though I have the Aspect, if you’re Worshiped as it’s holder then you’ll still get the effects. Bummer.” Urta muttered and then sighed. “Well Babe, are you still hungry? Or are you okay now?”

“No, We’re not okay! We’re still horny and our ovaries are practically burning with desire! We still want you to pump us full of more beautiful pups!” We begged our wife, our tail hands practically ripping our dress off of us and We spread our legs to expose our absolutely drenched and puffy pussy. “Breed us~! Please!” We fingered our cunt with our tail hands as We groped our leaky breasts and panted as the heat pulsed through our body from our woefully empty core, emitting from us in waves of sultry heat due to Willow’s jungle siren nature.

“Hot damn those are some of the hottest words in the universe.” Urta snarled as her own carnal hunger was stoked. She was about to pull off her shirt when Berserker and Hunter entered, freezing and perking at the sight of us wet and waiting in the bed. “Hey boys! Wiatr is absolutely bananas to be bred full of babies right now. Would you like to repeat last month’s breeding?”

“What?” We whined, should We tell the Skaven to stop worshiping us as a Fertility Goddess? Our core protested this and We groaned as our groin gushed with need. “Oh~ yes! Fuck me~!” We begged, our vision getting blurry with how helplessly horny We were getting.

“But she just had a litter not even a couple of weeks ago.” Hunter broadcasted with his tail wagging and his eyes focused on our practically steaming-hot cunt. No, wait, that’s Urta. She’s always steaming. Why is he looking at us when Urta is here?! She’s so glorious!

“Yeah, but she’s getting soul-jacked by her faith. Even though I have the Aspect itself, I’m not Worshiped for it. So she’s probably forced to share it with me even if I only left her Renewal.” Urta turned to the boys and they looked at her, then her shirt and snorted in amusement. “What?”

“Where’d you get that shirt?” Berserker asked with humor in his voice as his eyes flicked between us and We redoubled our masturbating since our lovers weren’t up for it yet.

“In Twilight’s guest room? I was put in there to recover after the latest tests on me. What does 2D8 Bludgeoning Damage mean?” Urta cluelessly questioned and We almost howled in laughter when We looked at her booty and saw 2D10 Crushing Damage stretched across her thicc yet tight booty on the short-shorts.

“It’s a role-playing game term. It’s saying you’re a knockout.” Hunter revealed and Urta laughed as she pulled off the shirt, letting her glorious glowing girls go bouncing.

“Well, no denying that. Now are you going to get over here and-.” Urta had turned around and pushed her butt out in preparation to remove her short-shorts, only for Berserker to lose it and laugh. “What now?”

“T-two D ten crushing damage! Hahaha~!” Berserker howled and leaned on his brother, who was silently chuffing his own amusement.

“Keep laughing and I will crush you!” Urta replied in irritation, but this only set the boys laughing harder. “What is so funny?!”

“Your shorts! They’re saying you’re going to ride someone so hard their pelvis breaks!!” We laughed before feeling a punch of power in our core as our vision suddenly shifted to some of our temples showing Statues of Urta going up, all in poses of breeding us. “Ah~! Fuck us! Breed us now~!” We wailed in desire for our wife.

“Holy shit-yes babe! Let me just get these off!” Urta frantically shimmied out of the tight blue yoga shorts and began groping her basketball nuts and priming her penis. “Don’t just stand there! She needs to get filled now! I’m not going to be responsible for how she behaves if she doesn’t get her needs met!”

“Well, after today, seeing the kids. I’m up for having even more already.” Berserker declared and began undressing in the corner. “They’re a wonderful little army of munchkins. I can’t wait to start training the ones who want to be warriors.” Hunter nodded in agreement with his brother and began stripping his own armor.

“Good. I’m going first-whoa!” Urta was picked up by our supernaturally strong tail hands on her hips and pressed her against us until she was laying atop us, our breasts docked and her horsecock’s flare inches from our mouths.

“When We say now, We mean Now!” We snarled furiously before moving her down and aiming her dick for our snatch with our normal hands, before thrusting her whole body with our tails. “Guh~!” We groaned in pleasure as Urta’s bitch-breaking 20 inch long soda-bottle thick cock rammed into us all the way with that one push.

“Whoa, are those your temples?!” Urta gasped as We felt another surge of power in our core. “H-holy shit! Oh shit! I-I feel-hnng!” Urta spasmed as her female sex gushed and her lower stomach twinged. “Guh~! W-what was that~?!”

“I don’t know, but that was incredible to see.” Berserker commented as he got behind Urta, hotdogging her ass as his hands went over our tail hands on Urta’s hips. “So up the ass like last time Urta?”

“I-If you stick it in my vag I will wring every drop from you to make more pups.” Urta panted as she humped into our core with her battering ram in a surprisingly gentle short thrusting motion. “So you’d better stick that thick dick in my ass unless you want dozens of brats in one go.”

“Maybe don’t tempt the Goddess of Fertility brother. Besides, she’s going to have a hell of a time resisting doing that and pumping our seed into Wiatr like she did with Visi’s stomach and bowels back then.” Hunter straddled over us, hanging his churning basketball cum factories over us as his dick pressed against Urta’s face and she groaned before kissing it. Oh~ this is so hot~! His balls are the same size as Urta’s boobs and they’re mashing together~!

“Mm~ yes. Pump me full you big boys, so I can pump Wiatr to nearly popping with pups.” Urta panted and dove onto Hunter’s dick with a lurid slurping while Berserker reared back and rammed into Urta’s booty, which consequently drove Urta’s dick into us, causing our already hazy and hallucinating vision to flicker.

“Hah. Yes~. Fill her so she can fill us~.” We whimpered, our body going nearly limp as the three absolute beasts fucked atop us, causing Urta to almost passively fuck us at the same time.

“My Goddess.” A female Skaven in priestess robes announced before entering after a courtesy knock. “I wish to ask if-oh, you’re mating. Apologies if you prefer privacy. Do you approve of us worshiping Urta since she is the Goddess of Fertility?”

“Fuck yes! Urta is Fertility, but she’s our wife!” We told her, the ripe female was ripe and deep in heat. Why did you come here?! You’re basically telling us both you want to be bred!

“Splendid! I’ll go let the Pope know his query has been answered. At least now all the requests for Urta’s breeding services will not be blasphemous. Good day with your mating.” The priestess casually said and then left as if she hadn’t walked into an ultra-sexy four-way-fuck~!

“Holy shit that was irritating, but at least she didn’t ask to join in.” Berserker commented before grunting and panting. “Damn it Urta. Have you been practicing or something?”

“Mm~!” Urta hummed around Hunter’s dick and she winked at the dracowolf who was similarly having trouble not busting his nut so quickly. Then she suddenly sped up, Berserker howled while We saw Hunter’s sack tighten and convulse as Urta began gulping down his copious quantity of cum.

Then We felt Urta’s dick spasm and she rammed home firmly, launching us into the stratosphere with a mind-blowing orgasm followed by womb-filling blasts of seed that rocketed us up further into metaphorical space. We had no idea how long We were brainlessly keening in ecstasy, but eventually We came back down from our high, our womb feeling beyond full and sated.

“Guh~.” We moaned as We looked at our iridescent furred swollen womb that was holding a glowing load of three different seeds. We looked about to pop with octuplets this time. Thank goodness Urta restrained herself or We’d be filling the whole room. Urta was still lodged in us, but the boys were missing. Urta was snoring as she shifted and wiggled on us and in us. “Love?”

“Hm...” Urta hummed as she gave a thrust in her sleep and pumped another small load into us, our belly lurching while her balls shone like miniature suns! We felt so warm inside. Unlike the usual sensual pure heat Urta’s cum usually fills us with, this time it felt-.

“Oof!” We felt a firm kick in our womb, which shouldn’t be possible! We haven’t even drank any of our milk and We were just impregnated! That also felt way stronger than any baby should be. “U-Urta-.” She thrust and pumped into us again and We moaned as our belly stretched further to look overdue with octuplets. “B-babe wake up!”

“Mm...yeah babe?” Urta muttered, starting to saw in and out and We gasped and panted at how intense it felt. “Hnng~ so backed up. Mind if I-?”

“Out! Get out! Something’s different!” We wailed and Urta jolted, moaning and firing another load into us, causing us to whine as our belly achieved a size akin to a full term nonuplet pregnancy. “Pull out~!” As incredibly hot as this is, We don’t know what’s happening!

“S-sorry!” Urta quickly did as We pleaded, her tumescence still rock-hard and even leaking an almost pure white glowing Argent that seemed even more potent than usual. “What the Hell?” Urta groped her gurgling balls before they suddenly went dim to match the rest of her. “What the absolute fuck was that?! Are you okay babe?!”

“Oh~ more than okay, but something’s up! We were just impregnated and-oof!” We grasped our belly as it writhed and powerful kicks impacted our inner walls, causing us to gasp and groan. “Th-they’re so active~!”

“H-holy...is that all me?” Urta questioned as she rubbed our womb, the already late-term babies calming down at their fama’s touch.

“I think it’s both of us~.” We cooed and interlaced fingers with Urta. “We can sense it. The embryos from Hunter and Berserker are already half-done. Whatever is going on with our bodies, this is mystical.” We purred, rubbing our fecund sides happily. This feeling always gave us a soul-deep satisfaction. Whatever sharing an Aspect is like, We didn’t consider something this wonderful.

“Well shit. We’ll have to do this more often.” Urta smirked and kissed our navel pearl, making us coo and lick our lips with our eyes already looking down at Urta’s baby-batter bearing balls. “Nope.” Urta booped our snoot and We pouted. “You need to learn moderation.”

“You sound like our sister…”