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 until her belly ballooned outward with terrifying speed. Her stomach stretched wide and taut, pressing against both sides of Luna's body until she looked capable of containing a fully matured hobgoblin.
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 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.
The two other female goblins Lyssandra had been jerking on either side reached their peak, drowning her back and torso in a torrent of pearly white semen. Viscous fluids coated her entire body, turning her into a glistening statue of lust and exhaustion.
After the final spurt of energy gone, they all collapsed, dropping to the ground like cut string puppets in a heap of tangled limbs. Lyssandra lay gasping for breath, her belly still round and heavy by 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 liquid hitting the stone.
They slowly withdrew their cocks from Lyssandra's limp body, pulling out the shafts with a wet, suctioning pop. A torrent of white immediately began flowing out, spilling from her stretched holes in an unending stream covered the stone floor beneath.
It was so good that Lyssandra passed out in pleasure, her body going completely slack when the final waves of ecstasy washed over her nerves.
All of her holes were stretched wide, gaping open from the ravaging and sperm constantly gushing out. Her belly remained bloated, a testament to the sheer volume of load 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 shared urge. One by one, they grabbed their throbbing members, the skin of their cocks glistening with residual sweat and saliva.
They began jerking their shafts furiously, the rhythm frantic and desperate as they chased one last peak.
"Haa… Haa… Yes… For the Great One!" a female goblin chanted, her eyes rolling back, she pumped her hand faster.
Luna the Water Slime, pulsing a faint blue glow, her dick swelling slightly larger than before. A final, guttural groan that shook the floorboards, they all reached their climax at once.
"Nghh! Aaaah!"
"For Master!!!"
A huge wave of white seed erupted from every one of them, a blinding torrent that drenched Lyssandra's unconscious body. The floor beneath her, already slick with fluids, was transformed into a deep, churning puddle of white semen.
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.
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"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 body ached, a deep, throbbing soreness and the weight of 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 faint, wet heat.
She tried to move, to sit up, but could not since a pile of limbs and dicks were squeezing 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 holes below. Gravity was working mercilessly, pulling all the hot semen inside her body down, forcing it out in a relentless tide.
The fluid gushed out wave by wave, a thick, warm stream 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 dick spraying semen everywhere while she rode out the final wave of sensation.
Breathless, she leaned against a wooden post, her legs shaking.
"I should not do this too many times, it was addicted," Lyssandra groaned, a smirk forming on her lips.
She raised a hand, using slime skill to summon a swirl of green goo began to wrap around. 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," she muttered, wrinkling her nose when 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 bodies, soft like velvet against the morning air.
She struggled to push aside the heavy penises and limbs of the other who 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 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 glowed in the dim light. On her forehead sat a single, white, pointy horn pointing upward.
Her height had increased just a bit, adding a statuesque presence to her already commanding frame. Her breasts and ass were even bigger, swelling with a new, unnatural vitality.
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.
Naya smiled, her expression one of pure devotion when she placed a hand on her own thick, throbbing member.
"Thank you, Mistress," Naya replied, her voice dropping an octave. "Your blessing has changed me into something worthy of you."
Lyssandra scanned her with the skill, her blue eyes glowing faintly while 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, looking around the room.
The other 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 she noticed regarding those children inside those 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 growing inside her, she gazed down at the swollen belly and rubbed it gently, a tenderness reserved for the small life within. Whenever she imagined finally holding the child in her arms, nervous excitement fluttered through her.
She could hardly wait for the day of its arrival. A maternal instinct had taken root deep inside, making her heart race at the thought of finally becoming a mother.
"Wake the others up, let's take a shower," Lyssandra told Naya, her tone commanding yet gentle.