Chapter One

He had a job to do. Find that book. He pulled out his phone and texted Danyssa to outline some of the situation. He was looking for a grimoire, really old, stolen from a safety deposit box in the oldest bank in the city. If she could just figure out who stole it and where it was now that would be greaaat. Not an impossible task at all. He sighed. The book was probably long gone by now.

He headed back downstairs.

Arthur sat down at his desk and booted up his computer. Oh no. He had a request from the CEO in his inbox. It was a request for a video appointment at his earliest convenience. Attached was a read receipt that auto sent when the email was opened. So, fuck she definitely knows I’m back in the office. Shit, what does she want with me?

The CEO of Brightforge was known to be every bit the ruthless drow matriarch that men feared in times long past. In the olden days of heroes she would be queen of an underdark realm with an appropriately dramatic nickname like Queen Violora the Vengeful. And although now her activities were limited to board rooms and high rises, her cunning and efficiency were known to all to be fearsome and her attention to be avoided. Still by now she(or more likely an assistant) knew that he had seen her email. So he responded back that he was available at any time. His computer dinged back immediately and a video chat was opened. An assistant, a young? Drow man, with an impeccable haircut and thick framed glasses, stared back at him, as small green hands tried to unbuckle his pants. Lexx conceded, mostly because Arthur hadn’t told her not to.

“Mrs. Violora is ready for you now.” The screen shifted. Saris Violora looked every bit the dark queen in a ten thousand dollar suit that Arthur imagined. Which didn’t help as his cock was being fished from his pants and he felt a warm tongue run up and down the length of his shaft. He didn’t even dare to look down, for fear of being discovered. Her hair was the purest white silk drawn up into a hairstyle he was sure cost more than his car. “Mr. Penn.” She paused. “I’ve heard some wonderful things about how you’ve been handling things from Miss Shiavereth, and I wanted to follow up with you. I’m sure you know how high my regard is for her, so accolades from her carry quite a bit of weight.”

Arthur hid a flinch as a mouth began sucking the head of his cock. “Th-thank you Ma’am.” Hands gripped his cock and began pumping. “Well I’m very impressed with what I’ve heard so far, so I was hoping to ask a personal favor. My granddaughter is beginning her internship and I’d like to rotate her through all the departments so she gets familiarized with all the operations of the company, and I would like to start her with you. So if you could have her shadow you for the next few weeks I would be appreciative.” The mouth took more of him in, and began bobbing up and down. His hand clamped down on his armrest, Knuckles turning white. “Um- yes! I would be happy to help out.” She smiled. “Excellent. I look forward to hearing from you in the future. I have to run now but you’ll let me know if anything comes up, yes?” He nodded, “Of course.” She smiled again and ended the call.

Arthur groaned, shoving the desk away from him. Mata's head continued to bob up and down on his thick cock. “Fuck. Are you trying to get me fired?” She stopped and looked up at him, making eye contact before pushing his cock all the way down her throat and slowly shaking her head back and forth, her chin resting against the seat of the cheap office rolling chair. He couldn’t help it. He exploded down her throat. Thick white splurts of cum painted the inside of her throat. She stayed there totally unmoving until his cock stopped twitching before pulling back slowly, not breaking eye contact, until his dick exited her mouth with a faint pop.

“Hey, do you mind meeting my family?”

“Is that how you ask for favors?!” He let out a breath collapsing deeper into the office chair. She grinned up at him, wiping some of the escaped cum up with her thumb before scooping it into her mouth. Arthur took a moment to recover while she scrambled up his leg and sat on the desk facing him.

Mata blew out a sharp breath. “Listen, I had a boyfriend a while back-“ she stopped. “It didn’t end well. And you’ll never guess who he ended up with.” Arthur’s brow knit. “Who?” She grimaced and exhaled another sharp breath. “My sister. It was New Years and I found them hooking up in a closet. And- I don’t know, my folks are always giving me crap about never bringing anyone home, but it’s like, why would I want to, you know? And-“ He cut her off. “Do you still even want to go? It sounds like you’re trying to talk yourself out of it.” She paused. “No. I want to go. If only to rub in their stupid faces how good I did bagging a giant. Am I being selfish, using you like that?”

A pang of guilt hit him in the chest, I should tell her. Don't you dare. Danyssa could handle it, she's a freak. Are you going to hurt poor Mata like that? Huh? Right after she was vulnerable with you? In fact BANISH THE THOUGHT. Just for a moment his eyes glazed over, before he gave a quick blink. Arthur shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m okay with it. If you want to show me off to your family, you can. So when did you want me to meet them?" She squealed, and leapt into his lap, pelting the side of his face with kisses. "um... tonight. I kinda already said we'd be there!"

After work they stopped at Mata's apartment to let her change, and found themselves standing in front of a little place about half an hour's drive outside the city. The front door was going to be a bit of a squeeze for Arthur. Mata reached up and gave his hand a squeeze, before reaching over and ringing the doorbell.

Chapter Two

Gleenick, or Nick to his friends, answered the door with a cocky grin upon seeing Mata’s face. Nick was tall for a goblin, clocking in at about four and a half feet. Mata had found that extremely appealing at one point, but the look on his face as he craned his neck up to look at Arthur. Delicious. Mata wanted to call it right there, instead she grabbed Arthur’s hand and pulled him inside, practically shoving Nick out of the way. “Mom, Kena! Come meet Arthur!” She looked back at Nick. “Hey Nick, you still a stupid piece of shit?” Nick hadn’t broken gaze with Arthur, who had to stoop to get through the door. This broke his attention though and he whipped his head around to look at Mata “That’s not fair and-”

“Mata!” She came around the corner and wrapped Mata in her arms. The goblin woman and Mata were similar enough in build and facial structure and even shared the same delicate green coloring to answer any questions of relation. That might have been where the similarities stopped though. Mata’s hair was cut short and tinged blue, and hers was black ringlets that cascaded down her back. She wore thick framed glasses, a tight white tee and a pair of jeans that practically screamed ‘mom.’

“Mom,” Mata confirmed immediately, “this is Arthur.” Mata’s mother released her daughter and turned towards the giant who’d entered her family home. “Oh goddess, he’s tall as trees. Hi! I’m Hama.” She moved in for a hug, and Arthur panicked momentarily before she stopped. “Oh! You're practically folded in half! Mata why don’t you show our guest to the patio and we’ll have dinner out there. Then can you come help me in the kitchen?” She turned and pulled Mata in for another peck on the cheek.

Mata dragged him out back. As they settled Mata grinned. “Did you see the look on his face!” She whispered to Arthur once they were out of earshot. “Fucking prick. Take that seat over there, I’m pretty sure it’s the only one that you’ll fit in” she pointed to a goblin sized outdoor patio couch. “I’m going to go help mom, but I’ll be right back, okay?” She grinned at him again before going back in through the sliding glass door and shutting it behind her.

Arthur dropped into the patio couch, with its sun faded cushions. It groaned under his weight. He pulled out his phone and gave it a quick check. The sound of the sliding door opening drew his attention back up.

Chapter Three

Stepping through the sliding glass door, the difference between Mata and Kena was striking. She was shorter and thinner than her younger sister, her features more delicate, her hair a burnished orange cascaded down her back in ringlets. She stopped momentarily upon seeing Arthur before her delicate features twisted into a grin that could only be described as malicious.

“I’d heard that Mata had brought a new boy toy around, and here I had her pegged as a liar.” Arthur watched her approach. “I’d give your sister a little bit more credit than that, Kena I presume?” Her smile widened. “My reputation precedes me. You must be Arthur.” She stopped to stand next to him. “Well, you just let me know if there’s anything at all I can get you.” Her hand came down to rest suggestively on his leg, and the moment she touched him her face went blank. Arthur made no move to stop her, and knowing what he did decided that Mata deserved her vengeance. In some small way. He set her delicately in a chair.

“Alright Kena, tell me the truth, why do you want your sister to be miserable?” A brief look of pain flitted across her blank face. “She’s the favorite. Spoiled. Gets everything she wants.” Arthur nodded. “That simple, huh? She gets what she wants and you take it. Okay, we’ll start there. Mata is the favorite, because she’s better than you.” She shook her head but spat out “better than me.” He nodded. “She’s better than you and you know it. And that’s why you came out here to be a jealous little cock tease. Do you know what we’re going to do when we leave?” She shook her head. “I’m going to take Mata home and fuck her brains out.” She shook a bit and her cheeks flushed as she began to grind her knees together.

“You wish it was you, don’t you?” She nods. “But you’re going to have to settle for Gleenick aren’t you? With his little tiny goblin cock?” Her face was burning up. “You’re never going to get off with his tiny little cock are you?” She shakes her head side to side almost violently. “No, you need a big cock like mine to get off, don’t you?” She groaned. “Need cock!” Arthur grinned. “There’s only one way you’re ever going to be able to get off. Do you want to hear it?” She nodded so enthusiastically he thought she might fall out of her chair. “Good, first, Gleenick hurt your sister. He should be punished for that. So after dinner tonight you will take him home and start training him to be a good little cuck. Start degrading him. Don’t let him orgasm. If he does orgasm, make him eat it. Better yet start only letting him orgasm when you’re pegging him. He’s going to be your little cuck boy forever. Once he starts begging you to fuck other men you can move on to the next step.” She looked somewhat confused but nodded in agreement. “Good. And the next thing you need to do is beg your sister for forgiveness. Make sure she knows how much better she is than you and what a jealous little bitch you’ve been. Once she forgives you then you can beg her to share. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Understand.” He smiled back grimly. Mata didn’t deserve to be hurt the way she had, and nobody hurt one of his girls, he thought with a dark satisfaction. “Awake.” He said right as the sliding door opened again and everyone else began to file out onto the patio carrying trays of hot food to the table. Arthur stood. “ Do you need any help carrying anything?” he asked. “No no no don’t bother yourself. You’re a guest.” Hama replied. “Sit, sit. And dig in everybody.” She smiled up at him as he lowered himself carefully back into the patio couch. “Typical Kena out here avoiding work while the rest of us toil in the kitchen.” Hama teased as Kena shook herself off the cobwebs. She looked at Arthur confused, and then at Nick with a sudden sense of disgust before looking down, ashamed, at her empty plate.

Lids came off trays to reveal traditional Goblin cooking. Hot trays steamed in the night air. Arthur didn’t recognize any of it, but Mata scooped him up a hearty serving, smiling, while whispering in his ear. “I promise you’ll like it.” Arthur inspected it closely. It looked to be made of layers of some kind of thin pressed dough, sandwiching a soft, almost sweet smelling cheese with salty aftertastes, and covered with a thick blood red sauce with various chunks of unidentifiable meat and mushroom. Coated again with a different type of cheese, finely shredded. It was surprisingly good, tangy and sweet.

“Oh, Mphf, this is delicious.” He covered his mouth to give an immediate response, to Hama’s immediate delight. Light conversation resumed after everyone had filled their plates, although to Kena’s confusion looking at Arthur for too long filled her with a heat she didn’t understand, and every time she looked away or at Nick she was filled with a sudden sharp sense of disgust.

Dinner passed and Arthur helped Mata and Hama carry in the leftovers and dirty dishes. Kena wandered into the kitchen as Arthur was loading the dishwasher, hunched over in the small goblin kitchen. Hama and Mata chatted while they packaged up the leftovers, some of which would of course go home with Mata and Arthur. “Hey, we’re heading out. Arthur, it was nice meeting you.” Her ears burned with a confused mix of lust and shame. Arthur gave her a grin. “Likewise.” Hama pulled her into a hug. “Drive safe you two!” As she gave her daughter a peck on the cheek. Nick and Kena filed out.

She turned back to the other couple. “I’m so happy you could come! I swear we haven’t had such a lovely family dinner in ages.” Then lower in a stage whisper to Arthur. “Normally the girls can’t get through a meal without ripping each other’s heads off.” Mata rolled her eyes. “Still it was so lovely to see you both.” With no warning she wrapped herself around Arthur’s leg in a bear hug. A blank look covered her face and she made no move to disengage herself. Aww fuck. Before Mata could freak out he looked her way. “Trance.”

Arthur carefully disentangled Hama from around his leg and, still hunched from the low ceiling, maneuvered her to a chair next to Mata. Once seated he looked back and forth between the mother daughter couple, and realized how amazingly similar they were in build and… assets. I might as well find out what she really thinks of me.

“Hama, how did you feel when your daughter told you that she was bringing me to dinner?” Her otherwise blank expression lit up a bit. “Was excited. She deserves a nice goblin husband.” Arthur frowned. “So how did you feel when she told you I was a human?” Her brow twitched. “Didn’t tell me. Found out when you got here.” Arthur nodded. “Okay. How do you feel about me being a human?” She shrugged. “Was surprised.” Arthur cocked an eyebrow. “But not upset?” Hama shook her head. “No. Very attractive. Good big strong grand babies.” He chuckled. “You think I’m attractive?” She nodded. He looked over at Mata. “Mata, your mother called me attractive, what do you think about that?” She intoned back. “Don’t mind sharing.” He was surprised at that, but then he remembered that he’d said that to make her okay with her sharing with Kira. He decided to have some fun.

“Hama, you’ve really enjoyed having me over for dinner haven’t you?” She nodded. “You’re a fantastic hostess.” A light smile appeared on her face. “You always want to make your guests feel comfortable and make sure all their needs are fulfilled.” More nodding. “I’m your favorite guest. You love how happy I make Mata. You always want to dress up sexy for your favorite guest, because you know how much I’ll enjoy it.” He grinned.

“Unfortunately it puts your position as a good hostess in a very precarious position.” She frowned. “Dressing so sexy makes my cock soooo hard.” Laying it on a bit thick there, eh? Shut up. “I can’t possibly be comfortable like that, can I?” She shook her head slowly. “And of course you want your guest to be comfortable, don’t you? So you don’t mind being a good hostess and taking care of my needs?” She nodded this time more enthusiastically. “And since you know that I make Mata so happy I’m practically part of the family aren’t I?” More nods. “You’re so excited for me to give you grandbabies. You want Mata to seal the deal as soon as possible don’t you?” Extremely enthusiastic nods. His cock was rock hard. “You’d never ever admit it but you’re a bit afraid that Mata won’t seal the deal at all. You don’t want that. You’d never want to lose part of your family. You have no idea how fertile she is but… you’ve had two kids already.” Arthur watched, he could almost see the thought moving through her brain, as she drew her own conclusions from this line of reasoning.

He turned so that the tent in his pants wouldn’t be visible.

“Wake.”

Chapter Four

Hama stretched as if waking up from a long restful sleep, letting out something between a yawn and a groan of satisfaction. “Ah, I’m so sorry, I think I must have nodded off for a moment.” She looked back and forth between Mata and Arthur. Arthur was still turned away from her, hunched over against the ceiling and hiding the obvious bulge in his pants. “I can’t overstate how lovely it was for you to come visit, can I get you anything? A drink? Some dessert?” Mata smiled over at her. “We’re fine mom. You don’t need to fuss over us.” Hama looked back at Arthur, and suddenly her eyebrows shot up, like she had suddenly remembered something very important.

“Could you excuse me for a moment? I’m just going to run upstairs.” Mata shrugged. “No worries, I’ll start in on the dishes.” Arthur nodded. “I’ll give you a hand.” Hama reacted almost violently. “You’ll do no such thing, Arthur! You are a guest in my home. Go, relax on the couch and I’ll bring you something to drink.” Arthur grinned to himself, getting out of dishes sounded like a good plan to him. “Jeez mom, what am I? Dead rat?” But the complaint went unheard, Hama was already halfway up the stairs. Arthur stepped up behind Mata, practically crouching to wrap arms around her, he gave her a kiss and whispered in her ear that he’d make it up to her later, sending shivers down her spine.

Arthur retreated to the couch, still awfully undersized and more like a chair to the giant in this household. He checked his phone, Dany and Becky had sent him a couple of photos. Apparently they had spent the night at Danyssa’s apartment reading erotic literature. He chuckled. He was going to have to spend more time with them.

“I have coffee for you, and I made cake just before you got here.” She placed the mug down on the side table. He looked up to see her outfit had totally transformed. Gone was the mom jeans and plain tee (although she had made that look good) in its place was a full body mesh bodysuit, crisscrossed with black straps. The suit was tight as sin, the soft green flesh squeezed beneath the fabric. Her bust was barely contained by the mesh, and her nipples poked through, hard in the night air. Black curls spilled down her back and over her shoulders. The mesh went all the way down her legs, bare toes poked through. Similarly the mesh went all the way down her arms ending in what almost resembled fingerless gloves. A section of material had been conveniently cut out, exposing her cunt underneath a neatly kept trail of black hair.

Arthur picked his jaw up off the floor and she grinned.

“I had to go put on something special for my favorite guest, after all. Are you sure there’s nothing else I can get you?” Hama asked like she wasn’t wearing a mesh bodysuit in her living room in front of her daughter’s new boyfriend. Arthur could feel his cock harden, straining against the inside of his pants. “Wow. Um. Wow. You look great.” Hama giggled and gave him a twirl. “Well, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t dress my best for my favorite guest?” She giggled. Arthur grinned, finally getting over his shell shock. He shifted a bit.

Hama froze. “I’m so sorry!” She looked aghast, and rushed over to him. “You poor thing! That must be so uncomfortable.” His grin dropped. “Oh, it really is.” She unbuckled his pants. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Mama’s going to fix you right up.” She hooked her fingers around his belt and pulled. His dick sprang free, and she paused, she wasn’t entirely sure she could handle something that big. She steeled herself. She was a good hostess and was going to take care of her guest’s needs, she thought as she sank to her knees crossing her ankles behind her.

Cautiously at first, but then more confidently, she began stroking his meaty cock with both hands, “Well, I’ll be honest Arthur, I can see why you make Mata so happy, although I can’t possibly fathom how she handles it.” She grinned up at him. “I’ve never heard her complain Mrs. B.” Hama laughed. “How could you, with this thing jammed in her mouth? And don’t call me That! It makes me feel ancient. You’re practically family now anyways.” She picked up the pace. Her green hands pumped up and down his shaft. Arthur tilted his head back and groaned. Her tongue swirled around his tip, causing his cock to spasm and for her to get an early taste of him. Her lips clamped around the head of his cock, just the head though, no more would fit. She used her tongue to swirl more, and she heard him groan. This must be so painful for him. She was worried. She kept stroking him with one hand, and reached down with the other to the base of his shaft to start playing with his Family Jewels, massaging them gently while never stopping with either her other hand or mouth.

It was too much. Hama’s skill practically sucked the orgasm out of him and when he exploded into her mouth he was pretty sure some of his soul went too. She wasn’t ready for the sheet quantity though, it splashed against the inside of her throat, and filled her mouth completely, the excess spilling past his cock to drip down her chin and splatter on her chest. His head was still tilted back but now he closed his eyes and tried to reorient himself after his mind blowing orgasm. Hama looked up at him, her mouth still filled with his cock and seed. She had a thought and suddenly realized she had an opportunity. Careful not to lose any of his seed she let his cock out of her mouth, and let his cum fall from her mouth into her hand, and pushed her fingers, covered in his cum deep into her cunt. She shivered as her slick fingers rubbed her clit, pulling her hand away quickly when she heard him groan again.

She collected herself, and stood in a quick smooth motion.

Chapter Five Why Are You On My Couch?

Kira watched Arthur and Mata drive off to meet her family, feeling a twinge of jealousy. She sighed, she liked Arthur, like really liked him, but she didn’t think she was ready to introduce him to the clan just yet. She knew as soon as she even hinted that she was seeing someone romantically (especially a human!) her mother and sisters would start demanding that he face the crucible, and her father and brother would be challenging him to feats of strength and skill as was their right.

No, best to keep him under wraps… for now. The car turned and she lost sight of them. She was going to have a quiet night in, all to herself for a change. It seemed like for the past couple of weeks Arthur or Mata or Danyssa or Becky or the snake one? Kira didn’t think she caught her name, had her worn out. She had stamina that should have outpaced a human and she was beat. But here Arthur was, always ready to use my holes, again and again- stop! She felt heat in her face as she went down that particular lane of thought.

Goddess above, she never used to be this horny, she swore she was going through three times as much underwear just from being constantly slick from thinking about Arthur. She changed into an extra large shirt that fell down to her knees, and a pair of black panties that contrasted against her grass green skin, an outfit oddly reminiscent of when Mata and Arthur first met, although she had no way of knowing that. She grabbed her phone and went back to the living room. Her plans for the evening included ordering a pizza, shutting her brain all the way off and watching that new documentary about a cult who worshiped a man who claimed to be the consort of the three moons while scrolling on her phone.

She flipped on the tv and flopped down onto the orcess sized couch with a wet squelch. “Fuck! Why’s the couch all sticky?” She jumped back up as quickly as she could. Or she tried to. Clear blue liquid flowed up over her, and she could feel it soaking into the plain tee and in the same breath dissolve it into nothing. She struggled and tried to pry it off of her but it was liquid and her fingers couldn’t find purchase. She could feel it soaking over every square inch of her skin and watch as the strange blue liquid collected itself over her stomach, rising up, it’s knees- knees? pressing into Kira’s hips, straddling her. And suddenly wide curious eyes peering down on her pinned to the couch. Kira stopped struggling, stunned and unsure of what she was seeing.

Both were naked now. The oozes proportions shifted, limbs gaining length and hips widening until she was a near exact, blue tinged, see through, copy of Kira.

Lexx reached one clear hand down to entangle her fingers in Kira’s hair, leaning down to caress her cheek and neck with soft wet kisses. Then she shifted, melting again flowing around Kira’s body, her shape and texture changing. In less than thirty seconds she found herself lying on the couch wearing the same tee and pantie combo she was sure had been destroyed by the strange creature that had pinned her to her now dry couch.

She stood. “What the fuck?” Kira inspected her tee. It was the same 5XLT she’d gotten back in college to use as a sleep shirt. The Iron Grond logo, with its flames erupting from its mouth, faded against the gray fabric. She felt the material between her fingers, it certainly felt like the well loved fabric of her favorite shirt… Had it been a dream?

Kira retreated back to her room. She might not know what was happening but she would just stay out of the apartment until Arthur got back. She’d go see a movie or something. She opened her closet door, maybe harder than she needed to, and grabbed something more suited to the public, tossing it on the bed and starting to shuck off her shirt. Or she tried to at least. As her fingers gripped the fabric it dissolved into the cool bluish liquid and began to flow once again rearranging itself, into the outfit she had tossed on the bed. Knee high leather boots with tight dark blue jeans tucked in and a green jacket over a black tank somehow better tailored than the originals appeared on her as if by magic.

She stopped and picked up her jaw off the floor, and inspected herself more critically in the mirror. “Are you… clothes?” She felt stupid that she was asking her jacket a question, but at this point she didn’t know what else to do. Her lapel shook itself. “No?” Her brow furrowed, but she began to calm down. Arthur had taken Mata shopping a few weeks ago. He had worn that cheap suit for like three days when she first met him, and ever since then his drip had been on point. He had been dressed like a new man.

“Okay. Okay, did Arthur get you?” The lapel wagged up and down. That answers that, I guess. “What- can you do other clothes?” That turned into a rather large understatement. Kira and Lexx spent the next few hours cycling through every outfit she owned and then moving on to outfits that Kira had wanted but never had been able to afford, describing them to the best of her ability and asking for alterations made instantly by the goo girl.

Kira knew one thing by the end. She wanted one.

Kira grinned ear to ear as she finished her little outfit parade. The cloth shimmered and transformed back into the blue liquid which had surprised her on the couch. Lexx flowed over the green skin, and suddenly Kira began to flush. “Did you get bored of the fashion show? I was still having fun.” She panted out breathily while the ooze applied pressure and suction in sweet caresses over every area she flowed over before landing in front of Kira, fully formed, legs grinding together and breasts pressed into Kira’s midsection. A mouth found its way onto Kira’s nipple, its tongue swirled and flicked all the while providing constant suction. Kira moaned. The ooze girl’s hand reached between the orcess’s legs. Rubbing over her clit all the while still as able to provide suction as well as her mouth. “Really, really bored, oh fuck! How’re you even doing that?!” She gasped out.

Kira found herself pushed back down to the bed, the ooze straddling her again. Lexx melted, flowing back over Kira, wrapping her up and shifting back into soft cloth and delicate lace, but continued her soft ministrations every square inch where cloth touched skin. Her panties tightened and she could feel multiple small tendrils sliding up and down over her cunt, her juices dripping directly into her panties. Meanwhile her bust received a similar treatment as phantom hands and mouths trailed and tweaked and sucked across her gorgeous globes. It was like every neuron in her brain was being activated at the same time. Every button pushed at once.

She groaned. Finally she mustered the concentration to look down. She was wearing something black and frilly, and horribly obscene. The skirt was so short it was practically a belt. Black thigh high stockings covered her long green legs. A mockery of an apron covered her midsection. Her bountiful bosom was pushed up and covered in more indecent white frills. Her brain felt like it was going to melt.

One large tendril emerged from the inside of her panties and began to slowly push inside her. She dug her fingers into the bedding and clenched her eyes shut again. Sensation and delight pulsed through her and she bucked her hips up in a vain effort to push it deeper inside her as the waves of pleasure cascaded over her completely.

Arthur stood in the doorway, watching. Her legs grind together and spread apart, as she writhes in pleasure on the bed, Lexx dutifully cleans up her cum.

Chapter Six

Hama stood just inside her doorway, Arthur’s stolen cum still leaking out from her dripping pussy, waving at the young couple causing her assets to jiggle under the body suit. as Arthur and Mata packed themselves back into his car. “You kids come back anytime, you hear! And don’t forget we’re doing Fortune’s Day at my house this year!” The couple drove away and as the door shut she exhaled. Reaching down she collected some of the escaped cum and pushed it back in, shuddering as her fingers entered. Pulling them back out she gave them a clean up lick, sending more spasms through her.

Mata fell asleep in the car. Arthur chuckled. A glass of wine with dinner is a bigger deal for a goblin. When they got back to her and Kira’s apartment he carried her up the stairs and used her keys to get in. He deposited her in the small bed and stepped back into the hallway, when he heard it. Moaning and the sounds of heavy breathing from Kira’s room.

He cracked open the door and was greeted by the sight of Kira in the sluttiest possible version of a maid outfit on her back, ass pushed away from the bed apparently being fucked by a pair of panties with tentacles in them. Honestly he was just impressed. It was like a scene from some of that freaky animated porn the sea elves were into. Seriously, a friend had leant him a copy of the fisherman’s wife back in college and he’d never recovered emotionally. Now that it was playing out in front of him though…. He was going to have so much fun with her. He waited and watched as she came her brains out, and as she began to recover from her latest orgasm “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Everything stopped. Kira huffed and puffed for a few moments on the bed before looking up at him, her face immediately turning a shade of red Arthur had only seen once when they had first met. “Is there any particular reason that you’re dressed like that?” She sat up. “Um well, there was this goo-“ she started. “A goo?” She stumbled. “Um yeah, and it turned into clothes.” He kept his face schooled. “Clothes?” She nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked her up and down. “And did… you pick these… clothes?” She struggled to react. “Well I mean- the goo-” He held up a hand, stopping her. “Stand up.” She stood, hands clasped at the waist, head hung in embarrassment in front of him. He looked up at her, and she towered over him. Her tiny little outfit barely left anything to the imagination. He traced a finger down her chiseled midsection, and then made a circular motion in the air. She turned. Her ass poked out of the outrageously short maid skirt.

He grabbed her wrist turning her back around and pulled her down over his lap ass in the air. “Kira, let me guess what happened. You wanted to dress up for me and indulge in a naughty bit of role playing, but you got a little too excited and started without me.” He ran a hand over one perfectly toned cheek, cupping it gently. “If you wanted to be my little maid, you could have just told me.” He brought his hand down. Slap She yelped. “Is that what you want?” Slap “Yes! I want it!” Jerking spasms ran up her body. Slap “Yes, what?” Slap. Her cunt was on fire. She could feel dripping down her leg apparently the supernatural fabric had decided to stop doing its only fucking job. “Yes sir!” He ran one hand up her leg. “Good girl.” Slap “Now, tell me what you want.”

“Please sir! Please, I want your cock!” Kira begged, bent over Arthur’s knee. Arthur chuckled. “I don’t know… you seemed to be getting along without me just fine. I heard from a little birdie that you’ve been having all sorts of fun without me. Is that true?” He cupped her ass with one hand and she shuddered again. Her face burned. “I… yes sir.” Kira’s face could not get any redder. Arthur’s fingers reached between her legs to her cunt. It was so hot and wet, he flicked the panties aside and began to rub a finger across her clit. Kira bit down on the mattress in an effort to stifle a moan. “So tell me. Who was your favorite?”

She could barely think, let alone answer with Arthur’s fingers in her cuny. She took a gulp of air and concentrated.”You! It’s you!” He grinned. “That’s very flattering, but I mean apart from me.” He pushed harder with his fingers. “Miss Dany!” Arthur picked up the pace. “Oh why’s that?” He sent a quick mental command to Lexx through the ring to bind her wrists behind her back. “So- so strict!” Arthur grinned. “Now tell me what you want.” Kira twisted to look at him. “Please sir! I want you to own me! Make me your fucking slut! Hold me down and fill me with your cock! Fill me up! I want to be your little tiny cumslut! Just use me whenever you want sir!” Arthur chuckled inwardly at the idea of Kira being a tiny anything. He grabbed her hair and drew her up into a sloppy kiss, before throwing her back down on the bed, hands still bound behind her. She looked up at him from her back, knees in the air, heels pressed into her asscheeks. “Please sir, fuck me!”

Within moments Arthur was undressed. He pushed himself into her. She was so hot, so wet. The walls of her cunt squeezed him as he pushed himself deeper. He leaned down pushing her knees into her chest as their lips locked in a sloppy needy kiss. She was being less careful about her tusks but Arthur didn’t care, he picked up the pace as he bit her lower lip eliciting another moan. His elbows planted themselves on either side of her head, pushing her harder into the breeding press. Lexx turned up the pressure, sucking and rubbing against her most sensitive spots.

Kira couldn’t take it. She bucked wildly underneath him, pushing him deeper. Her cunt squeezing Arthur’s cock as spasms wracked her body. Her brain was on fire. A line of drool ran down her cheek. The bed under her ass was soaked from her dripping cunt, arms still bound behind her back. “Yes! Fuck me sir!” He dove back in lips locked again in desperate sloppy need, until he took another breath. The second he disengaged she screamed. “Yeeesss! Don’t- fuck- fucking stop- please sir- I’m going to cuuuuuuuuum!” Arthur came with her, as his own hips jerked and spasmed, hot white ropes exploded out of him painting the inside of her cunt.

Arthur pulled his lips away from Kira’s. “Lexx, quit playing around.” He pushed himself up onto his knees, his cock exiting Kira with a wet pop. Cum dripped out of her, and down onto the already soaked bedspread. Kira mumbled incoherently, her brain not quite having switched back on yet. The mockery of a maid uniform dissolved into a blue ooze that twisted and reformed, kneeling next to Arthur wrists crossed, resting one elbow on his shoulder. Kira felt the bonds slip away. Lexx took on a smaller form than she had earlier. One more reminiscent of a lithe blue elf than the tall athletic orc woman.

Lexx looked down at her and back at Arthur. She wants to eat it. Arthur smirked. He leaned over whispering something to the ooze, then hopped off the bed and circled around. Lexx’s form shifted. Not that much but Kira had just started to recover when she noticed Arthur coming up behind her. She twisted her head back around to look at him and he grinned. He kneeled down to give her another kiss, this one upside down, when she felt something. It was cool, relaxing. She broke the kiss to look.

Lexx had positioned herself where Arthur had been moments ago. Her hands rested lazily on Kira’s thighs and a blue tongue ran hungrily over shimmering lips. Lexx’s thighs pressed into Kira’s ass. And then she saw it. A bright blue, semi transparent cock rested on her small, well-kept bush, its tip pushing gently into her six pack. Lexx pulled back and Kira felt its length slide across her mound, to slap gently against the inside of Lexx’s thigh.

Kira craned her neck to look at Arthur, biting her bottom lip. He put his lips next to her ear, and ran a finger across her cheek. “I think the two of you have already met. Were you having fun when I interrupted?” Kira’s face reddened again. “I-I honestly didn’t think she was real. I tried to tell you about it and it sounded insane.” They chuckled together. “Well, I’ll make you a deal, I’ll let you be my cute little maid anytime you want, but Lexx here, she needs her dinner. What do you think?”

Chapter Seven

Kira looked a bit confused, but she was too lost in the haze to be overly concerned. She nodded. “Um, yeah. Okay.” Arthur grinned, and gave her another upside down kiss, her head hanging off the other edge of the bed. He looked up at Lexx. “You heard her.” Lexx beamed wordlessly. Reaching one hand down she grabbed the base of her gooey member and guided it into Kira’s still dripping hole. Kira shuddered as fresh spasms shook her body. Her mouth opened to a soft O shape, as a small moan of surprise escaped her lips.

Arthur trailed kisses down her throat from his position on his knees, reaching one hand up he gently teased a nipple with the tips of his fingers. His kisses drifted lower down her neck, pausing when he reached a shoulder to use some teeth, drawing another groan from Kira. Arthur looked down. Lexx’s lithe elf form rocked back and forth on her knees, pushing deeper and deeper into Kira, searching for her dinner left so carelessly behind in Kira’s cunt. Small flashes of light streaked up Lexx’s cock and the gem on the ring lit in time.

Arthur flicked a nipple with his tongue, and Kira buried her face into his chest to stifle a groan. He stood. Kira craned her neck to look up at him. His cock was inches from her face. She took a deep breath, her powerful orc senses overwhelmed with the smell of her own orgasm coating his cock. Her lips parted hungrily, and her tongue ran over her. He lifted his cock up and let it rest on her face, landing gently with a small slap. “Well? Does my tiny little maidslut want her dinner too?” Kira’s eyes went wide and her cunt clenched around the gooey simulacrum. “Yes sir. Please feed your tiny little maidslut her dinner. I want it! Fuck! Arth-sir you’re so fucking sexy.” She reached up and began jerking his cock, before shoving it roughly into her mouth, too lost in the haze to care about being careful with her tusks. Arthur grunted in surprise, as he began to move his hips back and forth in time with Lexx’s thrusts, getting faster already as she searched for more of Arthur’s cum in her cunt.

Kira’s head hung off the bed as Arthur spitroasted her with the oozey Futa. They timed their thrusts together so there could be no escape for the orcess. Arthur reached down and began to fondle her drawing more muffled desperation from the green skin beauty. Lexx turned up the pressure as well, adding textured nubs along the length of her blue cock, diverting the angle so that she ran it across her clit every time she pulled out.

Kira couldn’t stand it. She could feel the impending orgasm building in her, and she could tell Arthur was getting close too. Every time he thrusted forward she could smell the cum ready to explode out of him. She reached above her head and grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper, making him go faster, forcing him to use her mouth. Arthur grunted. Suddenly the three of them were cumming. Arthur’s cock twitched as he bottomed out in Kira’s throat, white ropes of cum being swallowed as fast as they appeared. Kira’s pussy spasmed and clenched around the blue simulacra as her heels dug into Lexx’s back to little effect. Lexx flashed brightly the shared pleasure of her master and lover cascaded through her resonating and building with every wave. The moment stretched impossibly long.

Lexx collapsed first, unable to hold her shape. Kira and Arthur followed. With Arthur collapsing on the bed, his cock still in her mouth, to lie next to the orc, panting and the sound of Lexx dripping off the bed, filled the room.

Chapter Eight

Arthur awoke, arms wrapped around the grass green sleeping beauty. His chest pressed into her back and his chin rested just barely on her shoulder, where it met the neck. One of his arms was pinned under her, and his other arm was wrapped around her midsection protectively, pulling her closer. He scootched himself up, and tilted his head back to nip one of her ears. She shuddered “Mmm, morning.” Her fingers entwined with his over her midsection. He grinned snuggling closer. The blanket was on the floor somewhere. She twisted suddenly, shoving Arthur onto his back. Her arm wrapped around his stomach and her legs twisted themselves around his. She pressed her face into his chest. “Don’t let me fall back asleep.” She complained sleepily. Arthur snorted. She was the one using him as a body pillow.

“Cmon. We’re going to be late for work.” Arthur didn’t want to get out of bed either. He peeled her off him. No easy feat, contested against the much stronger orcess. “Lexx.” He looked around. “I don’t have any clothes here, Lexx. Where’d you go?” He stopped. He smelled something. Arthur sniffed the air, as he opened Kira’s door. He wandered down the hall and the smell grew stronger, Bacon, eggs and pancakes with fresh syrup wafted down the hall.

In the kitchen he was greeted by another sight. Mata was cooking breakfast, in a maid costume?!?

She turned to look at him, grinning. “Bonjour monsieur.” She used the absolute worst accent he’d ever heard. Something from the Callene sun elves he was sure of it. “I ‘Ave made you breakfast.” He closed his eyes struggling to keep from breaking down. “Zere is ooofs et, bacon, et pancake.” He rubbed his face. “It’s so bad. You need to stop.” She gyrated her hips from the top of the step stool. “You arre go-ing to fill my ‘oles, oui? I Vant to suck your Cock!” He lost it. “What the hells is that? I don’t even know what that is!?!” He lost it. His shoulders shook. He was done, he was broken. That accent, it broke him. He couldn’t stop laughing. Mata turned off the stove, and portioned out four plates. She turned to hop back off the stool and found Arthur standing behind her.

He lifted her up in one smooth motion, depositing her ass directly on the counter. Then he got down on his knees lifting the mockery of the maid apron and pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh. His tongue found its target and began lapping. She shuddered and grabbed two handfuls of his hair to steady herself. “Oh fuck! I should- I should make you breakfast more often. Fuck!” His tongue was a machine teasing and lapping and swirling around her most sensitive areas. She could feel his hot breath on her. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her closer into him. She groaned. “Fuck, Arthur! Yeah, oh fuck!” She started to grind into his face. As she got closer and closer her ankles locked themselves behind his head. She exploded. He lapped up her juices eagerly.

“Well, well, well.” Kira stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Mata panted heavily. “Mornin’ Kira. I made you breakfast.” Kira smirked evilly. “I’m not hungry yet.” Arthur poked his head out, as Kira walked over and put a hand on Arthur’s back. “Go sit at the table.” Arthur cocked an eyebrow but stood and moved as directed. She picked Mata up and plopped her into one of the dining table chairs. “Lexx, hold her there.” The maid outfit shimmered. And suddenly Mata was restrained in place. She struggled, but it was no use. Kira grabbed the plates off the counter and put one in each setting. “Go on. Eat. Mata it looks delicious.” Kira’s eyes glinted.

Arthur picked up a fork and took a bite. It was good. Kira put the next two plates down. “Talk. We’re all friends here.” Arthur started confused. “I heard that you had a bit of a run in with Becky?” Mata finished her bite. “Yeah. Apparently she has special needs that need to be taken care of?” Arthur nodded. “It’s a legal thing. I guess we’re not supposed to ask about it.”

Kira smiled and sank to her knees, crawling under the table. He was already naked so she just stuck out the tip of her tongue and… “Ah!” Now he got it. “S-s-so you tried some of the m-milk, huh?” Mata struggled against the bonds. No use. “Keep it going!” Kira yelled from under the table. Lexx’s tendrils began to explore. Mata huffed. “Yeah. Uhm. It made me sleepy. There was just so much.” Arthur inhaled sharply. He could feel the small tusks as her tongue swirled around his tip. “Um, it has a bunch of- um hormones. And stuff. Like to make you feel good.” He gripped the table with one hand. “I guess she and Dany h-have turned into an item.” He gritted out. Lexx had begun to find sensitive spots as well and Mata squirmed. “G-good for them. I- can see it.” A tongue teased the underside of his shaft.

They struggled on keeping focus on the conversation. Arthur groaned out. “I heard that we’re getting a new intern- FUCK!” She started bobbing full speed and he couldn’t hold out any more. He pushed the table back with one hand with a careless motion. Kira’s mouth ran up and down his cock. One hand stroked him, and her other hand was between her own legs. He grunted again as she pulled his cock from her mouth, and switched to using both hands. He covered her face as his hips bucked away from the chair. Then he collapsed. Spent.

“Lexx, do you mind cleaning me up.”

Chapter Nine

Gwenneth Violora did not drive. She had someone for that. The limo drove through the gate to the company garage, manned by a single orcish security guard. "Are you listening to me?" Gwenneth straightened up. "Yes, Ma'am, I am to tour each of the departments." Saris nodded. "Good. Why?" Gwenneth swallowed. "I should understand the role and workings of any of my subordinates, both so that I can direct them efficiently and to demonstrate my competency as an effective leader." Saris nodded again, she had no intention of allowing an unworthy successor to bring shame upon her clan name or to ruin the company she had spent her life building. She checked her schedule for the day while Gwenneth sat, waiting.. Placing the two next to each other, one would be hard pressed to find differences between them. Both were lithe, graceful. Their dark purple skin contrasted with their white hair, although the way that they were styled was quite different. Saris's hair was drawn up into a no nonsense bun, while Gwenneth had hers loose over her shoulders. Saris wore a gray pencil skirt and matching jacket, stockings, heels and a white blouse. Gwenneth wore the same but in a dark blue minus the jacket, with her sleeves rolled to the elbow. The limo came to a stop in one of the reserved parking spaces.

Her driver, one of the offshoots of clan Violora, climbed out of the car and opened her door. "Ma'am." He gave a curt nod to Saris, and stood to the side, just as his training demanded. Saris stood exiting the limo, all elven grace. Gwenneth climbed out behind her, following. She walked in time to the matriarch's steps, one half step back and two steps to the right. Just as she was taught. They stepped into the private elevator, the glossed doors closing behind them. "I'm starting you in the Information Technology department." Gwenneth nodded. "Run by Arther Penn, reporting to Dannysa Shiavereth." Saris's lip twitched in what might have been the barest hint of a smile. "Miss Shiavereth is an excellent asset to this company, and Mr. Penn comes from her highly recommended. I've let him know that he'll be 'showing you the ropes' as it were. Find out if he's sleeping with Miss Shiavereth." Gwenneth nodded. "Yes Grandmother."

The doors opened and Saris stepped out and turned. "I expect you will not have any problems this week. Come back to my office and we'll share lunch." Gwenneth gave a small smile. "Thank you." That was as much grandmotherly affection she was allowed, both here at work and socially, for propriety's sake. The doors closed and the elevator began to drop to what was waiting below.

Chapter Ten

Arthur wasn’t hiding, No really. He had very important work to catch up on, he found that managing such distracting employees had negatively impacted his productivity(although the department’s overall performance had increased so Danyssa certainly wasn’t complaining.) He definitely wasn’t avoiding the intern that he’d been saddled with, no ma’am, he just had a lot on his plate with onboarding. He exhaled. She was only going to be here for a week and then she’d get cycled to a different department. He just needed to keep avoiding her. No contact. No accidental touching.

Danyssa knocked and opened his door without waiting for an answer. Today she wore a dark purple shirt, and black pencil skirt, which contrasted with her pale blue skin. A thin gold chain hung around her slender neck. She circled his desk looking every bit a predator, dangerous, unrelenting. She stood in front of him, bending at the waist to place the palms of her hands on his arm rests.

“Mr. Penn. Would you care to explain to me why your new intern is being shepherded around by Ms. Blackknife?” Arthur’s heart skipped a beat. “Ms. Violora doesn’t really have a technical background, so I thought Mata could provide a useful primer on some of the basics while I get ahead of things.” Shiavereth smirked, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She leaned in closer, her lips a hair away from his ear. “So diligent, so hardworking. But I think that perhaps your time might be better spent developing a promising new addition to the company, don’t you?” He could feel her hot breath with every word. Arthur steeled himself. “I- don’t know if that would be… prudent.” Danyssa pulled her face away to stare at him head on. “Cut the shit, Arthur. I said that you were going to be running this pit, and I meant it. She’s a direct link to Saris, and her tight little ass would look delicious wrapped around your cock. You made me discerning, and I want her.”

She straightened up. “You better hurry. I asked Mata to go resolve a technical issue for my receptionist, and I told the Violora fucktoy to go spend some time with Becksdale. You know she’ll probably be needing some relief by now. I think I must have forgotten to milk her before we left.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Arthur bolted up, dashing out of his office.